My Birthday Present - Chapter 1 (m/f, m/F, M+/Ff, ir, F/f, incest, gangbang) On my 16th birthday, my mother gave me the greatest present of all by allowing me to share in her other life. This is the story of how it happened. ---- "All right, I'll see you guys in an hour!" I ran up the walk to the house and burst in. It was my 16th birthday, and my friends and family were all going out for a special dinner that evening. My boyfriend Chad was going to be allowed to stay over after dinner to watch some TV, and I wanted to look extra nice for him. To my surprise, my mother was home. My parents usually didn't get home for another hour, which is why we had scheduled the way we did. She was sitting at the dinner table with a loving but serious look on her face. On the table was a flat, wrapped package with a single red rose. "Michelle, have a seat. We need to talk about something." Alarm bells went off in my head. "What's wrong, Mom?" She looked a bit startled. "Why, nothing, dear. It's just that you're sixteen, now, and it's time that we had this little chat. "Dear, you know that you can always be open with me, right? I know that teenaged girls sometimes need secrets, but that you can always come to me with anything, right?" I nodded. My parents had always been very open and honest with my and everything in our lives. When I was old enough to start putting my own money in the bank, they even shared their financial information with me. I knew where all of the "grown-up" stuff was in the house but had never betrayed the trust they had given me. When I had turned 15, I had told my mother that I wanted to get on the pill. When she asked why, I was honest - it was going to help me with my cramps, and that Chad and I had been fooling around and that I didn't want to get pregnant, although it hadn't gotten that far yet at the time. She had scheduled the doctor's appointment for me the very next day. We were very open and very honest. "Well, dear, I have been keeping this one thing secret from you. I didn't like to, but it was right to not let you know about it, until now." She took a deep breath. "Now, dear, I belong to a special club. It's a club whose members are secret to the outside world but instantly recognizable to other members. The club members who know you would like you to belong to it, too." I was intrigued. "What kind of club is it, Mom? What kind of people are members?" She said nonchalantly, "It's a club of black men, dear. It's only criteria for membership are an ability to keep a secret and to be a certain type of black male." I was confused. "I thought you said they wanted me to join, Mom. Did you just say that you were a member?" She shook her head. "Oh, no, dear, you misunderstood me. I'm not a member of the club; I BELONG to the club. Like a possession. Or a thing. Whatever I am told to do, I do." My mind reeled. "Mom - I don't get it-" She interrupted me. "Now, dear, it's all explained in here." She tapped the package. "Open this up, and it will all be clear." Confused and just a little apprehensive, I unwrapped the package. Underneath the paper were four things - two jewelry boxes, a DVD with my name printed simply on it, and business card. The card had nothing on it but a phone number. Inside the boxes were a ring in two pieces that snapped in half - the samller porcelain white, the larger ebony black - and a bejeweled hairclip like I'd never seen before, a larger white circle with a glossy black circle in the middle. With another confused look at my mother, who was sitting patiently and calmly, I got up and went to the TV. I put it in the player and stood back to watch it. A tight shot of a black man came on the screen. He was wearing a suit and was very well-groomed. All I could see was his head and shoulders, but he had a very commanding air that couldn't be ignored. He spoke. "Michelle," he said, and his voice was deep and forceful. "By now, your mother has explained that she belongs to The Society. But you don't know what the The Society is, yet. You don't need to know who I am, just that I am a Society member who is here to explain to the organization to you. "The Society is a secret group of black men with a common cause. We are not like the Freemasons or any such organization, in that we do not have any political agenda or thirst for power. No, our united purpose is to simply fuck as many white women as possible." Shocked, I whipped around. My mother was still sitting calmly, sipping from a glass of water. I turned back around. "Our membership criteria is rather simple, Michelle. Firstly, you must be a black male. Secondly, you must have a penis that exceeds 9 inches in length and 4 inches in girth. Thirdly, your sperm must be active and capable of impregnating a woman. And finally, you must have a clean bill of health." The camera zoomed out, to show the man - this handsome black man who said such things with casual gravity - standing in a bedroom and my mother kneeling beside him, massaging his crotch with one hand. Her blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, and she was naked. She was worshipping this man, kissing his leg and rubbing her cheek against the fabric of his pants leg. Her other hand worked busily between her legs. I spun around to look at my mother again, who still sat nonchalantly at the dinner table, except there was a gleam in her eye now. I turned around to see the man nod at my mother, who unzipped his pants and started to draw out something long, dark, and thick. The man continued. "As you can see, Michelle, I meet the first two criteria. My cock is 11 inches long and 6 inches in girth. I assure you that I meet the other two critera - our members are tested every week, and failure to meet the criteria results in immediate suspension of membership." As he spoke, my mother began to kiss and suck on this man's penis - "cock" I thought - with obvious pleasure. "The Society owns several women, Michelle," the man continued as he placed his hand on my mother's head and gathered up a handful of hair. "Belonging to the Society is to make yourself available to be fucked at any time by any member. No matter the circumstance, those belonging to the Society will do whatsoever they can to pleasure the Society member who is commanding her. In return, the slave receives pleasure that only a black man can provide her, the total sexual satification of receiving a black man on his terms." He looked down and said, "Slave, testify." My mother pulled her mouth of this man's now glistening, hard, throbbing cock. The camera zoomed in, and all I could see was her face and his cock, which she continued to kiss and stroke as she spoke. "Michelle, I am never happier than when I am doing my duty as a Society possession. I please my masters, taking them as deeply inside of me as they wish, and in return, I am pleasured in a way that was never possible before. I love belonging to the Society and have never had any regrets." With that, she began sucking the big, black cock again, and the camera zoomed back out to refocus on its owner. "You see, Michelle," said the unnamed black man, "you mother is quite happy belonging to us. In fact, all of our women are quite happy in their slavehood. You are growing up into quite a beautiful woman, Michelle, and we would very much like you to belong to us. "For the next 24 hours, Candy will be at your disposal. She will answer any and all questions pertaining to the Society and slavehood. If you wish, she will instruct you on the use of the jewelry you have received with this DVD. She is yours in every way, for the next 24 hours. I suggest you put her to good use. "You now have exactly 24 hours to make up your mind, Michelle. If you decide in that time that you would like to join us, call the number on the card. "Candy, fuck position." With that instruction, my mother knelt on the bed, her head down and her ass up in the air. She was in profile, and I watched as this black man - this incredibly endowed, virile, black man - positioned himself behind her and popped his cock into my mother's pussy. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her ass towards him, her pussy swallowing his incredible cock with some difficulty. She moaned and shook, and it was obvious that that single stroke was enough to give her a huge orgasm. My mysterious recruiter grabbed my mothers hips and began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. "Think about it, Michelle. Think about having access to this -" and with that, he buried himself into my mother, who screeched and quaked and blubbered about how much she loved it - "at any time. Think about being satisfied in ways that only a big, black cock can satisfy you." He looked at the camera - directly at me, it seemed - and intoned, "Call the number on the card, Michelle. Belong to us. Come belong to us." The screen went blank. I realized that I had sat down the ottoman because my legs had gone weak from shock. My mother, who had been sitting quietly behind me, retrieved the DVD and put it in her purse. She then came and knelt at my feet. "When we're alone," she said, taking my hand and putting it on her head, "my name is Candy. For the next 24 hours, I am to be yours. You can ask me anything, tell me to do anything, and I will strive to please you." I jerked my hand away. "Mom-" I started. "Candy," she corrected me. "My name is Candy." "That wasn't a joke, was it?" I whispered, shocked. That wasn't some sick practical joke, was it?" "Why no, dear," she said, still kneeling in front of me. "It's all very serious." She checked her watch, and said, "You have 20 minutes before your dad gets home. Is there anything you want?" "Mom, how long has this been going on?" Never losing the soothing tone in her voice: "The Society, dear? I don't know. Slaves aren't told about that. If you mean how long I've belonged to them, though - 14 years last month." I started. "You've been cheating on Papa for 14 years?" "Now, dear, your father and I love each other very much, and I would never do anything to hurt him." "What does that-" "Sweetie, that's a long story, and we don't have that much time right now. Is there something easier I can do for you?" My head was still spinning, but I recalled one detail from the DVD. I asked, "What did he mean, 'the use of the jewelry?'" She smiled. "The jewelry is for prospective members, dear. If you wear the jewelry, then Society members who see you will know that you can be approached. They know that you aren't a slave yet, so you can refuse their advances...but only if you wish to." She retrieved it from the table. "Would you like to put it on?" "What? No! Mom, why are you acting this way?" "Michelle, I'm acting this way because I love what I am. I am a strong, independent woman and a good wife and mother. I am also a slave to the big, black cocks of the the Society and at their beck and call. The only two places on earth I will always want to be are whereever my family is and whereever I am serving a black man who is a Society member." She looked at me archly. "Dear, I can see that you're confused. Why don't you ask me more questions about what was on the disc?" I thought about it for a second, and said, "If the jewelry's for propspects, then how do Society members know who the slaves are?" My mother said, "We have a couple of ways, dear. First, there are a few jewelry combinations - a slave is to wear at least two pieces of Society jewelry whenever she is in public. I'll show you the one I'm wearing tonight. Secondly, there's a code phrase and response, which you'll have to learn if you want to try things out tonight." "I'm not trying anything," I replied, "but I'm curious. What is it?" "First, the Society member is always the one to approach the slave. He will say, 'Would you like some candy?' If the person is a slave, then she will respond, 'Candy belongs to you, Daddy.'" "Candy? Daddy?" "Yes, dear. 'Candy' is the name given to all slaves. 'Daddy' is how we address Society members." This was all a bit much. Code phrases? Sex slaves? "Your father is almost home, sweetie. Why don't you go get dressed, and let's go have a great birthday dinner?" -- to be continued! If you like this story, please email at hotkimmiecutie@yahoo.com .