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First published: 18 June 2014

Birthday Party
Birthday Party by Isabella

Story Code, M/F, MM/FF, Inter Racial, Incest, Mum-Son, Adultery, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

I was getting ready for my husband's fiftieth birthday party, I had made sure that all of his friends had been invited, our son William phoned up out of the blue, "Mum, have you assigned my old bedroom to anyone after dad's party yet?"

William had moved to London to work straight from university and in the past four years we'd only seen him once when he came home for Christmas. William's phone call came out of the blue; a very pleasant surprise and his father would be over the moon that William had remembered such an important milestone in his life, 'The Big Five-Oh!'

"Oh and mum, will it be okay for me to bring a friend with me as well?"

"Well, of course it would be okay but where will your friend sleep?"

"We'll crash together in my bedroom, we'll be fine!"

"Okay, I'll see you sometime on the day before your father's birthday then."

The day before the party came round very quickly, mainly because I was running around like a mad woman getting things done. I was in the kitchen blind making flan cases to make quiches for the following day when I heard the sound of a car out on the drive; it had to be William so I ran to the front door to greet him. I was still wiping flour off of my hands as I opened the door and was forced to stagger back in shock.

Standing on the front door step wasn't my twenty-five year old son; it was a six foot tall African man, it was a shock coming face to face or rather face to chest of a black man, we just didn't see many black men in our village and I rather made a fool of myself before William came to my rescue.

"Come on Paul, stop frightening my mother, Mum, this is my friend Paul, Paul, this is Victoria, my mother."

Paul's huge round, pitch black face suddenly split into two rows of snow white, perfect teeth and his laugh seemed to emanate from the ground beneath his feet, he held out his right hand to me, I thought to shake my hand but as soon as he got a hold of my hand he pulled it up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand.

"Victoria, William told me that his mother was the most beautiful woman on earth but his words hardly do you justice, the roses in your garden have turned their heads in shame at your incredible beauty."

My insides turned to jelly and my mouth refused to answer to instructions from my brain, I just stood there burbling like a village idiot and wondering why my drawers were soaking wet all of a sudden. William came to my rescue, he pushed between Paul and me, breaking contact between Paul's hand and mine and with that, he broke the spell that Paul had put me under.

Paul was a little older than my son, a little taller and far more muscular, very broad chest, tiny waist and very tight buns. Don't ask me why I was checking out his buns, he was half my age but he was the first man to flatter me since my husband swept me off my feet thirty years earlier and in the past thirty years there hadn't been much sweeping going on I can tell you.

I took William to one side, "Where is Paul going to sleep?"

"I told you, he'll bunk in with me in my room."

"But there is only one bed in your room!"

"Mum, this is the twenty-first century, the world is 'Metrosexual' now, two men sleep in the same bed, no one bats an eyelid anymore, anything and everything is on the menu now!"

"Maybe not in London but this is rural Leicestershire, I don't think they even know that it's the twenty-first century round here, our neighbours are still expecting Richard III to come back and finish the fight at any moment."

I did the boys a sandwich and coffee and then William took Paul off to meet his friends and I went back to making the finishing touches to the food for the party that was going to happen the following day. I went to bed with Johnny early, I had expectations that there may be a little sex, Johnny's last day in his forties and with a party on his birthday; he would probably be too drunk the next day for a birthday fuck. Well, I got myself all wound up and made up, it was a hot night so I'd gone to bed naked but Johnny kissed me twice and fell straight to sleep.

In the morning I woke early, I remembered that Johnny and I weren't alone in the house so I pulled my nighty on and headed for the kitchen, I made up a tray with three cups of tea, I'd put milk and sugar in Johnny's cup but I'd just left William and Paul's tea without milk or sugar and popped a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar on the tray.

I took Johnny's tea into our bedroom first then I walked on to William's room, I knocked the door but William hadn't actually closed the door properly and as I knocked on it the door swung open. I froze and gasped as William's bedroom swung into view. It had been a very hot night, William and Paul weren't covered, I don't mean that they weren't covered by a sheet or blanket, they weren't covered at all, William was facing the door and it had been the first time I had seen him naked since he was around ten years old.

The hair on William's head was a very light strawberry blond, the hair surrounding his sleeping cock was almost fire engine red, then it dawned in me that Paul was spooning with my son, he even had one arm under William's neck and the other arm draped over William's side. I think my gasp must have disturbed the boys because William began to wake up. He seemed to wake up from his cock upwards, the tip of his cock grew up towards Paul's hand and that made me gasp again as William's cock touched Paul's fingers.

My second gasp woke Paul who rolled onto his back and stretched, I had never seen a black man in the nude before, his pubic hair came as a shock, very, very short and coiled up like tiny springs and what I had thought was a very healthy erection turned out to be his version of flaccid, as he groaned and stretched, his cock inflated, it went from a cock the same size as William's cock to almost half as long again and twice as thick.

When I married Johnny I thought he was a giant amongst men in the cock field, the few boys that I had experimented with before Johnny turned up were all far smaller than my husband and they didn't have his skills, not that he practiced them much these days, we'd turned into the typical suburban middle-aged couple over the years.

Paul got up off the bed and walked over to me, my eyes didn't leave his cock, not for one second as he walked over to me, I only lost sight of his monster when his belly pressed against the other side of the tray I was holding. He reached up, I thought he might have been taking the tray from my hands but I was wrong.

Instead of taking the tray, Paul wrapped his fingers around my hands and started to pull me over towards William's bed, my feet remained planted to the floor and as the end of the tray passed the overhang of my breasts, I looked down and saw the tip of Paul's cock pressing the front of my nighty in towards my belly.

Paul managed to pull me into the room and turned my body so my back was towards William, "You know Victoria, I didn't think that it would be possible but dressed like that, you look even more beautiful than you did yesterday."

That was when I realised just how sheer and see-through my nighty was. I'd never really looked at it critically since I bought it five years earlier, almost five years to the day; I'd bought it to excite Johnny on his forty-fifth birthday but now I realised that my dark areola were clearly visible through the lacy top of my nighty and my ginger bush was glowing through the front not as red as my son's pubic area but still very ginger and, like my areola, a deep contrast to the pink blush of my nighty.

"Move your skinny pink ass back a bit William, let your mum sit down."

I heard William shuffling back a little on his bed then Paul started to push me back and down so that I ended up sitting on William's bed. Paul had pushed me so far back though that as I crashed down on the bed I felt the heat of William's hard cock pressing into my bottom. Paul took the tray out of my hands and used it like a bulldozer blade to push all of the things that William had placed on the top of his bedside cabinet out of the way. I caught a cardboard packet as it fell towards the floor; I took a quick look at the logo and the name on the front of the box, four condoms, and super sensitive.

Paul stood in front of me, his cock pointing straight at my chin, it seemed to jump and sway with every one of Paul's heartbeats, I felt William's hand on my neck and then it slid down my back over my nighty until the flat of his hand was rubbing around my bottom. Paul was rubbing his fingers through my hair.

"Did you get all dolled up for Johnny last night?"

I looked up into Paul's eyes for the first time since I first saw his cock and nodded my head weakly.

"Did you use spray or mousse when you set your hair last night?"

"Spray."

"Well, it's too harsh, probably a high PH factor, it's giving you split ends and damaging the keratin in your hair, are you going to do your hair again for Johnny's party tonight?"

I just nodded my head. Paul pulled my head forward so he could rub his fingers through the back of my hair and as he pulled my head forward closer to his stomach, his cock was pressing into the side of my face and at the same time my bottom was rolling forward slightly so that I could feel William's cock throbbing against my bottom.

Paul heard Johnny leaving our bedroom and he turned to face the door in case Johnny came in William's room looking for me but when Paul heard Johnny go into the bathroom he turned back to face me again and as he did his cock slapped my face. The sound and the feeling of a long fat cock slapping me across my face broke the spell and I managed to duck out from under Paul's hands and head for the door, "I've got to get dressed, I have a lot to do today."

I rushed into my bedroom and sat on the stool in front of my dressing table, I was going to look at my face, to see if the slap in my face that Paul's cock had given me had left a mark but as my bum hit the seat I jumped up again. The back of my nighty was wet, I quickly took it off and looked at the back, where I had felt William's cock earlier there was a huge pad of my son's semen or pre-cum.

I heard Johnny flush the toilet in the bathroom so I hid my nighty and pulled my dressing gown on over my naked body. I cooked breakfast and we all ate in silence. Johnny asked William and Paul if they were going with him to the club for an early drink and a few games of snooker, William was up for it but Paul said that he wanted to get to explore around the village.

I kissed Johnny and William goodbye and headed up the stairs to get dressed so I could make a start on preparing the sandwiches for Johnny's party. I went into my bedroom and pushed the door to close it but there was no comforting click as the door latched in place, Paul had followed me up to my bedroom and had caught the door before it closed. He followed me into my bedroom and grabbed hold of me.

"I'd have gone with Johnny and William if I'd have realised that you were going to kiss everyone that went."

I tried to protest, tried to push Paul off of me but he was insistent that he was going to kiss me. I was still fighting as Paul's lips sealed against mine and I fought even harder as Paul began to rip at my dressing gown to get it open and expose my naked body, I kicked and punched at him as he fondled my breasts but as his fingers prised my legs open to get at my cunt I stopped fighting and started climaxing under his expert fingers as they massaged up inside my body.

Paul threw me down on my bed and started to pull his trousers down, I said, "No, not here, I can't do it in this bed!"

Paul dragged me across the landing and into William's bedroom and finished undressing himself in there as I lay on the bed watching. I really didn't want to commit adultery but I had spent so long being frustrated and unsatisfied by Johnny that I just wanted to try a hungry young man once, if Paul couldn't satisfy me completely then I'd just have to resign myself to spending the rest of my life being frustrated.

As Paul approached me I made up my mind, this would be a once in a lifetime thing, a double first for me, my first adultery and my first ever black man, I was going to go all the way and try to get satisfaction for the first time in about ten years and if I didn't, then that would prove to me that at forty-eight years old, I would admit to myself that I was past it, too old for sex or at least too old for sexual fulfilment at least.

Paul walked from the foot of the bed on his hands and knees, as he came up close to my body, he parted my legs, I thought that he had stopped half way to look at my ginger cunt but then his head dipped down, I tried to stop him but he was too strong for me and started to lick up inside my cunt, licking me and generating massive amounts of saliva that he was pushing up me. Paul was the first man to ever put his face between my legs and before he finished licking me out he had already given me more sexual pleasure than Johnny had given me in the last twenty years of marriage, even back in the day that Johnny was trying hard to give me pleasure.

Paul finally jumped the last few feet up my body, his lips crashed into mine even though the thought of where his mouth had just been did turn my stomach a little but a fraction of a second after his lips hit mine, his cock head engaged in my dripping wet cunt. As his cockhead forced my cunt open wider than it had been in twenty five years when I had given birth to William, I screamed out loud in pain but that didn't stop Paul, he just whispered into my mouth, "Got to feel the pain to get the pleasure Vicky!"

Paul just ignored my screaming, my crying and my pleading for him to stop and kept on crow-barring his huge cock into my body and once his balls finally slapped against my arse he began to fuck me slowly at first and gradually building up his speed until my screaming for him to stop had turned into screams of me begging him not to stop as I climaxed over and over again.

Paul fucked me for over two hours and he definitely proved to me that I wasn't too old to get pleasure from sex, in fact what Paul did prove to me was that in the whole of my life, I had never really had any pleasure from sex, not real pleasure at any rate.

It was so painful to walk after Paul's fucking that I had to take painkillers and use ice pushed up inside my body to be able to bear to stand at the kitchen table to make the sandwiches for the party. Paul did another thing that Johnny had never done; he helped me to prepare food for the party.

I was perfectly at ease with Paul after he had sorted out my inner itch, as we worked on the sandwiches we chatted about his life in London and what he did at school and for work but when I heard Johnny's car pull onto the drive I blurted out, "We can't ever do anything like that again, lovely as it was, it was just the once!"

People started to arrive for the party shortly after Johnny and William got back so I really had to get busy working as hostess. The party kind of strung out from early afternoon to quite late at night, some people were still turning up at ten o'clock, Johnny was drinking well, as I had expected him to do, the reason that I had tried to encourage him to have sex with me the day before, while he was still sober. I was still making and putting food out at ten o'clock too. At ten thirty William told me that I'd done enough for the party and that I should have a dance while I still had the energy to stand up.

Paul was dancing with the wife of one of Johnny's workmates and I have to say that I got pangs of jealousy as Paul flirted with Sandra, Sandra was only around thirty-five, she had huge breasts, thirty-eight inch 'd' cup, I was thirty six inch 'c' cup, so we shouldn't have looked so different but her waist was thinner than mine and she wore clothes to show that aspect off so it made her look very 'top-heavy'.

William dragged me into the room that we'd cleared for dancing and started to dance with me, then, without warning, he swapped with Paul and as Paul took me in his arms my heart lifted and when Paul whispered in my ear, "I'm going to take you up to William's room and fuck you with all of these people down here dancing!"

Even though I had said just a few hours earlier that we could never have sex again, as soon as Paul said that he was going to fuck me, I almost dragged him off to the bedroom, William was watching me as I pulled Paul through the house and I saw him grinning at me as I was suddenly so very desperate to get Paul up to the bedroom.

At the foot of the stairs I heard the music suddenly get louder as William turned the stereo up a few notches, he was covering for the fact that Paul would be making me howl at the moon any minute. Paul and I were totally naked before we reached the bedroom door, we almost got caught by someone coming out of the upstairs bathroom.

Paul gave me my first orgasm and suddenly the bedroom door opened and William and Sandra tumbled into the room kissing. I'd expected Paul to say that the room was occupied but he didn't, he just lifted my body off of the bed and moved me over to the edge to give William room to lay Sandra at my side.

As wrong as it was to be caught committing adultery by my son and as wrong as it was to watch William fucking another man's wife, I still got a huge kick from being fucked by Paul as I watched William and Sandra fucking.

After thirty minutes Paul asked William if he wanted to swap, I heard the words through my orgasmic delirium but their meaning didn't really register on my brain. I began to feel the next orgasm build through my body and I opened my eyes to look at Sandra and William fucking again but when my eyes opened I saw a black body on top of Sandra, her blond hair and alabaster skin looked great against Paul's jet black and shiny body as he sweated on top of her.

Something suddenly registered on my brain, Paul was fucking Sandra but I was still rocking up and down the bed from being fucked, my eyes opened wide as the truth dawned on me and I looked up into my Son's face as he climaxed into my body and fell against me gasping for air.

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