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A Birthday Celebration
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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