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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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