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Subject: Title story: "A Birthday Celebration" Author: Incestor 64143471
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Date: Sat, 07 Jan 2006 14:00:18 +0000
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A Birthday Celebration by AWesTexUn Janey was born fifteen minutes after Jenny.
The dads met while looking in the nursery window and discovered they only lived
two blocks apart. Although Jenny's parents were much older than Janey's, a
friendship that developed from the shared experience carried over to the little
girls. They became best friends and were inseparable. They started to school
together, shared everything, and began dating at the same time. They dressed
alike and always wore their dark hair in the same style. Janey's eyes are a
little bluer Jenny's are a little more gray. Often being taken for sisters, even
twins, caused little girl giggles. Their similarities have continued as adults.
Both are slender in build but have curves in all the right places. Janey is a
quarter inch taller at five eleven and their weight is within a few pounds of
each other. They can and often do swap clothes. Although using the same large B,
small C-cup bra size, depending on the cut of the bra, Janey's breasts are a
little more elongated with slightly larger nipples while Jenny's are more cone
shaped with larger more puffy areolas. Each of them skipped the second grade,
graduated high school at seventeen, and with the first divergence, on their
eighteenth birthday, Jenny married with Janey serving as Maid of Honor. As the
newlyweds left the Wedding Reception for their honeymoon, Janey, having been
into the spiked punch too liberally, left with the Best Man for his motel room.
Each became pregnant on Jenny's Wedding Night. Just over nine months later,
Jenny gave birth to a son, Jacky, and a few minutes later Janey had me, Jamey.
My father had reluctantly offered to marry my mother but she declined, choosing
to raise me by herself. Never refusing to allow him to visit me, she also never
really encouraged it, although she would notify him of important events in my
life like graduations and sports awards. He is married, has other children, and
I had not seen him for almost three years. My mother never married, though not
from a lack of opportunities. Her parents died in an auto accident shortly after
my birth. They were not wealthy, but the home, insurance and investments they
had have allowed us to live comfortably. For something to do, she began working
in a boutique after I started to school. A year later she and Jenny decided to
purchase it. They now have three in various parts of the city and with good
managers they no longer spend much time working. Although they visit the shops
regularly, it is in an overseer capacity. Jenny's parents retired when she
married, bought an RV to travel and live in, and gave her their home as a
wedding gift. Jenny's husband Jack was killed in an industrial accident when
Jacky was two. Receiving a very substantial insurance settlement, she never
remarried. She said she could find no one to equal Jack and what they had. Jacky
and I are as alike as two peas in a pod, just like our mothers. We are also best
friends, grew up together and lost our virginities on the same night while on a
double-date. Away from home, if you saw one of us you would see the other as we
were always together. Often we have the same thought at the same time. While
young, we developed the habit of calling the other mother Jackymom or Jameymom.
They soon began calling each other that also. I had probably spent a quarter of
my life in Jackymom's home Jacky has done the same at our house. We would sleep
over at one or the other's home if we had something special planned the next day
to get an early start. While we were small, when either mother had a date, which
often happened, the other would be the babysitter. Jackymon usually refers to me
as Son Two, a nice little play on words. To celebrate our eighteenth birthday,
we would graduate high school in less than a week, the mothers told us they
decided to treat us to a Friday evening at a very nice restaurant and dance
club. They dressed as if we were going out on a date. Jackymom and Jacky came in
our front door as Jameymom emerged from her bedroom. I looked at them, and then
at Jacky. We had the same thought we have two absolute foxes here, pure walking
sex appeal. It was the first time either of us had looked at our moms and saw
Woman. It was instant hard on time. With mascara, blue eye liner, pale rose
colored lipstick, Jameymom had on a low cut, mid thigh length, spaghetti
strapped light blue sheath with the color almost exactly the same as her eyes. A
single strand of pearls bisected her chest calling attention to the beginning of
her cleavage, pearl stud earrings, dark stockings and heels completed her
ensemble. Jackymom was dressed similarly with her gray sheath matching her eyes.
Her gold stud earrings matched a gold choker necklace. The evening was
fantastic. The meal was absolutely delicious and they allowed us couple of
cocktails for the occasion. The conversation was stimulating, witty and amusing.
Often, as they were laughing, they would lean forward to treat us to down blouse
shots of their beautiful breasts. Several times as Jameymom leaned forward, she
placed her hand high on my thigh, as for balance, and would give a little
squeeze as she removed it. Dancing, changing partners after each dance, Jacky
and I tried to hide our perpetual erections. We were certain our mothers knew
and knew what their teasing was doing to us. It seemed to amuse them although
they never mentioned to us our state of arousal. During my first dance with
Jameymon, I tried to maintain a decorous distance between us, but soon her body
was pressed against mine. The feel of her breasts against me, the way her thighs
touched mine as we moved, only aggravated my erection. Jackymom danced the same
way. Finally though, the night had to come to an end. Jameymom allowed me to
drive home. As I held the car door open for her to enter, she sat down facing
me. Swinging her legs to get in, she spread them. Her dress rode up giving me a
tantalizing glimpse of the tops of her stockings and her panty clad pussy. I
almost shot off in my pants. As I glanced up, red faced, she was looking at me
with a slight smile. When I started the car she slid next to me, thigh touching
thigh, as if she was really my date. She had not pulled her skirt down. I could
see bare skin at the top of her stockings. She took my arm pulling it around her
neck and on her shoulder so my fingertips were brushing the swell of the top of
her breast. Her head was against my neck. She laid her arm on my thigh with her
hand holding the inside of my knee. Her elbow pressed the side my throbbing
dick. As I drove under street lights I could see down her bodice. My mouth was
dry. My brain was spinning. I was so hard it hurt. I do not remember much of the
drive home, just the view resulting from the lights. When I stopped in front of
Jackymom's house, Jacky was to come after his truck the next day, I hopped out
to open the car door so she and Jacky could exit. As she slid out, her dress
rode up like Jameymom's had done. I could not breathe. She hugged me as she
stood and gave me an open mouth kiss which curled my hair. We had often kissed,
but only mother-son kisses, pecks on the mouth at times, but usually on a cheek
or on the forehead. I had never received such a sexually charged kiss. She then
whispered in my ear for me to enjoy my birthday. I thought I had been. I was
still in a daze after parking the car in the driveway and entering our house.
Jameymom Jameymom wanted to know if I was enjoying my birthday so far, and, as
my answer was affirmative, was I ready for it to end. Saying I was not, she then
asked if I wanted another drink. I jokingly replied, three in one night, are you
trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me. Placing her hands on my
cheeks, she looked me in the eye and asked softly if I wanted her to do so. I
was stunned. My mind reeled. What did she mean? Was she asking me to, to, fuck
her, to make love to her? At noon I had never had a sexual thought about her.
Tonight, I had a perpetual hard, an erection for almost six straight hours.
Looking at her, looking at Jackymom, touching them, holding them, dancing with
them, fantasies had been running riot all night. As I stood there, she stepped
into me, driving her tongue into my open mouth. The kiss was definitely not a
birthday kiss, not a mother-son kiss. Her hard nipples stabbed into my chest as
she inserted a thigh between my legs and rubbed my erection. Her cuntal mound
was pressed against my thigh. My arms wrapped around her, squeezing so hard I
know she had trouble breathing. Breaking the kiss and leaning her head back so
our eyes locked, she asked if I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I just
started babbling. I do not remember exactly what I said and some if it probably
did not make sense, but it included: do you know what you are doing to me, you
are beautiful, Jameymom, your my mother, I have been hard all night, I love you,
why are you teasing me, I want you, what is going on? Laughing delightedly, then
commanding me to follow her, she led me by the hand into her bedroom. She began
to slowly remove my clothes. Stopping me from moving twice, once when I was
going to help and the other when I tried to touch her, by the time she had me
stripped I was shivering as if the temperature was below zero. Kissing me but
stopping me from putting my arms around her, she pushed me back until I sat on
the bed. I was so hard I was hunched over and leaning forward. Standing tall,
she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. It slipped to the floor as she
wiggled. I sucked in my breath with an audible hiss as she posed in her bra,
panties, thigh high stockings and heels. Softly she said it looks as if her Baby
likes his Jameymom. Oh, god, yes, I whispered. She unclasped her bra and let it
drop. She placed her hands on her hips, hooked her thumbs in her panties, and
slowly, so slowly, lowered them. A small triangle of fine dark hair appeared,
pointing downward to her sex. As her labia became exposed, glistening as if
oiled and as hairless as her stomach and thighs, I drank the vision with my
eyes. I continued to whisper that she was beautiful, she was gorgeous, she was,
she was, perfect. I hesitantly raised my hands, cupping her breasts while
letting the nipples dig into my palms. I looked up at her smiling eyes, into the
love shining from them. Leaning forward to kiss me, running her tongue around
the inside of my mouth, she crawled onto the bed and tugged me up beside her. I
moved a hand down to her pussy, feeling, stroking the lips. She began to
instruct me, telling me to slow down and take my time, not to get in a hurry,
that we had all night. Easing a finger between the lips, it began swimming in
her slickness as it entered her love tunnel. First one, then two fingers were
entering and leaving, twisting and turning, as I spread the slickness over her
cuntal mound. Her hips began moving, trying to follow and recapture the fingers
as they withdrew. I could feel the suction and the grip of the internal muscles
as my fingers would leave. As I played with her pussy, touching the little
button at the top, she was sighing and moaning that it felt good, sooo gooood.
My dick was so hard it was aching. She reached down and wrapped her fingers
around it. As she tugged on it twice, I erupted. Cum shot up her arm, on her
side and onto her belly as I was screaming, oh no, oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't
want that to happen. Laughing delightedly, she got up to get a wet cloth and
said she knew my first time would be quick, too quick, but not that fast. She
hushed me, telling me it was ok, that I could now last longer and we could enjoy
it more. Laying back down beside me, she started kissing me again, running a
hand over my face, chest and stomach. I had almost completely softened when her
fingers wrapped around me again. In three heartbeats I was rock hard. My
passion, my desire, my longing was rekindled. She began trying to pull me on top
of her, nibbling my ear lobe, while whispering in me, in me, I want you in me.
She rubbed my dick through her cleft, soaking the head with her slipperiness,
then into her canal. I began rocking back and forth going deeper and deeper as I
lubed. She pulled her legs up, locking her heels behind my back. Her pussy
pointed almost straight up allowing me the deepest possible penetration. As soon
as I was buried completely in her, I stopped moving. I savored that most
wonderful and fantastic of feelings, being sheathed in a pussy. I was in heaven.
She started moving first. Lowering, then raising her hips, she was sliding her
pussy down, then back up, on my dick. I started to slowly move in and out, up
and down, relishing the sensational effect of the movement on my dick. I felt as
if I was wrapped in velvet, the warmth, the suction, the squeezing, a slickness
like honey then her contractions started. Mini climaxes began to ripple through
her, her thighs quivering, her stomach undulating, the little orgasms rolling
like ocean waves through her. My eyes were closed as her sensations washed
through me as well. She mumbled, oh god, my Baby, my Baby, oh god, my Baby, my
Baby. I wanted the feelings to never end, the sensations to last forever. I did
not think I would ever tire of this in and out, up and down, the stroking into
that most sacred of places. Finally I felt a tingling begin building in my
balls, my scrotum tightening, my pace began quickening. Knowing I was getting
close, she began chanting in my ear, cum for me Baby, cum for me Baby, until I
erupted. I buried my self as deep as I could go, jerking with each shot. It
pushed her over the edge. She screamed she was cumming. Her arms and legs were
like steel bands wrapped around me as she convulsed in a major orgasm. I went
limp. All of my muscles turned to rubber. I lay on her and could not move. I was
sucking wind like I had ran a race. I enjoyed the laying on her, breasts to
chest, belly to belly, pubic areas still enjoined, her legs alongside and over
mine. My eyes were closed. We were face to face with our noses touching I was
breathing her breath. When I opened my eyes hers were smiling into mine.
Recuperating a little, I tried to get off of her. She tightened her grip asking
me not to move. When I said I am too heavy, she replied I was just right, she
liked my weight on her. We lay entwined as our post-orgasmic glow slowly faded.
My brain slowly started working, almost as if I was regaining consciousness. I
had just fucked, no, I had just made love to my MOTHER. That is wrong! NO!
Something so good, so wonderful, can not be wrong. This is just between us. No
one need ever know. Oh God! This is my Birthday Present! Never again? She said
we had all night. Only tonight? I do not know if I can live with that. I do not
WANT to live with that. I love this person, not just as my mother, but as a
woman. This can not be, must not be, a one time thing. Finally I said to her
that she knew I loved her and got a yep response. I then said if she did not
know I loved what we just did then she was not as smart as I thought she was and
got the same yep. I told her I had two questions and got the simple response of
ask. Why, what brought this on was the first. She told me she and Jackymom had
been talking about Jacky's and my upcoming birthday. They decided their
eighteenth had been the best of their lives because Jacky and I were the result.
They decided to make ours as memorable as theirs had been, no, with a smile, not
getting us pregnant, but elevating the love we had for each other to the
physical limit between a woman and a man, not just as mother and son. She said
she knew I would always remember this night and hoped it would be with
enjoyment. My heart sank as I thought, what about other nights? Jackymon and
Jacky, a question was in my voice, and got the standard yep. Now for the second
I said and received a flippant ask away. Feeling me stiffen and realizing I was
dead serious, she said that she was sorry, that she did not mean to be a smart
ass, then wanted to know what was my question. I said the birthday is over
tomorrow, what happens then. She took my face in her hands looking into my eyes.
She said she could delay answering my question by asking what I wanted, but that
she knew that answer. She drew a deep breath and told me that her bed was my bed
when I wanted and as long as I wanted to be in it. She went on to say she had
not anticipated how much pleasure she would receive, she had just intended to
give it, nor how much she would want for it to happen again. I said again, and
again, and again. Yes, yes, yes was the response. I started hardening in her.
She said that something must have liked her answer and she was glad she answered
correctly. We began the dance of love again. I pushed a leg down alongside, then
under, mine. I rolled onto my back and carried her on top me. Telling her I
wanted to play with her body, she started riding me, up and down, back and
forth, moving her hips in circles as I felt, stroked, caressed, fondled,
pinched, and pulled on body parts from her head to her toes. Although different,
this second time was as satisfying, as fulfilling as the first had been. She lay
on me as I had on her as we talked, of our love, of our happiness, and of the
extraordinary satisfaction we shared. I went to sleep with her laying on me. I
woke during the night with her holding my dick. She was gently squeezing and
relaxing with a smile on her face while she slept. Her back was to me as she lay
on one of my arms. My other hand was gripping a breast. As I moved the hand down
to her pussy and began caressing it with my finger tips, she gave a sigh and
turning on her back, spread her legs to give me better access. I immediately
latched on to a nipple and started sucking on it. She must have cleaned herself
up as I slept I felt no dried residue. Without opening her eyes, she grinned and
said if I did not quit what I was doing in an hour and a half she was going to
take a belt to her Baby. I mounted her, telling her with me on top of you, you
can not get up to get that belt. Good was her reply! It was almost ten in the
morning when I woke again, to the feeling of being licked and sucked on my
nipples. As I reached for her she jumped out of bed, saying that we needed to
take a quick bath and fix some breakfast as she was starved. I responded that I
was hungry but not that hungry, I could wait a while. She pulled me out of bed
and into the shower saying that after breakfast she would take me back to bed
because she knew a growing boy needs his rest. I was not growing I told her, if
she would look she would see I was already grown. That got a beautiful laugh. I
snuck up behind and into her after we entered the shower. It was not a real
quick bath. We just lounged around all day Saturday. After stripping for the
second time, we stayed naked, so there less time needed for us to begin a new
round of our sexual playing. I could not get enough of her she was as eager as I
was. I was touching or holding her almost constantly. She held on to my dick as
if it was a bird that would fly away if she let go. We played on the kitchen
table after breakfast. The height of the table was perfect. As I was stroking
into her, the angle of my dick rubbed her g-spot. I thought the table was going
to collapse from the gyrations as she climaxed almost continuously. I wanted to
use my mouth on her as I had done on a couple of girlfriends, but stopping me,
she said later. She sat on my lap with me buried in her while we watched a movie
on TV. I think I was in her for over three hours. Not fucking or making love, we
were just relishing the feeling of being joined. I did not know my skin surface
was so sensitive. Where it contacted her body, it absorbed her essence. I
explored every square inch of that beautiful body, then did it again to make
certain I had not missed a spot the first time. Each time I tried to kiss or
lick her beautiful pussy she would stop me and side track me into another
action. Doggy fashion, standing with her legs and arms wrapped around me and her
back against the wall, face to face on our sides on the bed, we tried every
position I could think of. We went to sleep early, exhausted, but holding each
other, cuddling and enjoying our closeness. Waking on Sunday morning, we made
slow languid long lasting love. I tried to draw it out, to make it last as long
as possible, but it was still over much, much too quickly.
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