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.

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"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!

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