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Here's my latest story. All my stories are posted at < 
http://members.aol.com/eazinalong/ > (a free site).

BIRTHDAY BOY

by EazinAlong



My husband and I have always adored adolescent sexuality.

Since the early days of our relationship, we'd shared fantasies and 
whispered compliments about budding boys and girls we'd seen in public. 
The combination of youthful innocence and blossoming sexuality sent a 
tingle down my spine ... and you know where that leads.

After our son, Kevin was born, I was like most parents, wondering what 
life would hold for him, whether he'd be successful and happy ... and 
sexual. I'd often gazed at his baby penis and imagined it 20 years hence 
when it would be bigger with sagging testicles and hair at its base. I 
imagined him stroking it alone and the image of the cum spurting from the 
tip. I thought of him with a woman.

We encouraged his natural curiosity as a little boy. You know that stage 
boys go through when they're curious about others and prone to touching 
themselves. He got plenty of glimpses of me leaving the shower or 
changing for the pool. It gave me a rush to expose myself to my son like 
that.

And Tom, my husband, actively encouraged me. He would finger my wet slit 
in bed at night while I told him my thoughts about Kevin or about 
opportunities I'd taken to show myself to our son. We speculated about 
what Kevin was thinking and about whether seeing his Mommy naked made his 
little dick hard.

Tom would initiate father-son showers with Kevin. I'd hear shrieks and 
laughter as they had fun in the water. Tom told me that part of their 
ritual was to wash each other's genitals, and Tom often grew hard as 
Kevin's soapy hand massaged his prick. This was fascinating to Kevin, to 
see his father's penis swell and stiffen to what the boy thought were 
Herculean proportions.

Usually the erection that Kevin created would be mine to love and adore 
later. Often I'd suck Tom as he described an erotic scene, such as a 
teen-age boy and girl making love for the first time while their parents 
watched.

Inevitably, I developed a desire to be Kevin's first. It seemed so 
incredibly loving and romantic -- and erotic -- to invite my son between 
my legs to become a man. Tom agreed. We didn't want to rush things; Kevin 
needed to explore sexually on his own first.

We encouraged him, of course. Tom occasionally bought Kevin a Playboy, 
and sometimes we gave him provocative posters of models for the walls of 
his room. We didn't shield Kevin from adult-themed movies because of sex. 
And maybe we did sometimes pick movies at Blockbuster for their sexual 
content. I really think Kevin enjoyed "Basic Instinct" and "sex, lies & 
videotape," though. It certainly turned me on to watch them with him.

We had birds-and-bees conversations at the appropriate ages. Of course, 
we talked more frankly than most families. And, well yes, I did once 
lower my panties and show Kevin in detail about a woman's anatomy. I let 
him explore with his fingers to see how a girl feels when she's wet and 
aroused, but it didn't go further than that. I wondered about the state 
of his cock afterward.

Tom told Kevin about masturbation at about age 11 and tried to convey 
positive feelings about it. We watched afterward for signs that Kevin had 
experimented, but it was another year or so before we started to notice 
tell-tale stains on the sheets and unusually long periods in the 
bathroom. Then I started picking up cum-stained towels in his bedroom 
regularly, so we knew that the little stud was milking himself frequently.

With Kevin's 15th birthday on the horizon, Tom and I agreed our son was 
ripe for the next step in his development. We decided that this would be 
a very special birthday for our little man. Tom talked with him in 
advance to say we had special plans. All Kevin had to do was exercise a 
little restraint -- no masturbation for the week before we celebrated. We 
wanted him to be very horny.

Fortunately, the big day was a Saturday, so we had all day to prepare. I 
bought Kevin's favorite foods. During the afternoon, Tom took him to a 
movie -- R-rated, of course -- while I got ready for the evening. I spent 
the first hour or two in the kitchen cooking and then repaired to the 
bathroom to get ready myself. During a long, warm bath, I trimmed my 
pubic hair to make it look more girlish. Glancing in the mirror 
afterward, I decided Kevin would be pleased. Despite the passage of time, 
my B-cup tits still rose proudly (one advantage of smaller breasts) and 
my buns were taut. I fondled my breasts to arouse my nipples, and they 
stood out proudly.

I slipped into tight jeans and a blouse with a couple of buttons open. No 
underwear; I wanted to arouse myself and my men.

They returned home joking and smiling. Tom told me privately that he'd 
found several scenes of the movie quite arousing, and he saw Kevin 
reaching down to adjust his erection several times. I had my son exactly 
where I wanted him.

We offered Kevin a glass of wine before dinner, and I sought 
opportunities to let my blouse gape open and expose my tits. The nipples 
were hard, and Kevin was interested. I saw him notice my show several 
times. And I saw a bulge tenting the front of his pants.

After dinner, I sat next to Kevin on the sofa; Tom sat in a chair across 
the room and watched. My hand began to stroke his thigh, and I carefully 
leaned forward to give Kevin an excellent view inside my blouse. My 
nipples were hard as I anticipated the next few hours. I whispered in 
Kevin's ear, telling him what a handsome young man he was and about how 
much the girls must want him. He acknowledged wanting them, too.

I could see the erection swelling in his slacks. My hand roamed nearer, 
and I indirectly played with him by causing motion in the taut fabric 
between my hand and his hardness. I could tell his breathing was becoming 
more intense. Slowly, my hand reached his hard staff and gently fondled 
it. His cheeks were red, but in his glazed eyes I could see that he was 
enjoying the sensations.

"Have you ever watched a couple make love?" I asked.

"You mean like in the movies?" Kevin replied.

"Well, yeah, but I mean in person. Have you ever seen everything?"

"Uh, no," he stammered.

"Would you like to?"

He gulped. "Yeah, I guess," his natural reticence overcome by the even 
more natural curiosity.

"Daddy and I are going to make love tonight, and if you'd like to watch 
us, you can. Is that alright?"

Now his enthusiasm and curiosity were growing. "Sure; that would be 
great," he said with eyes as big as a full moon.

"Would you like to touch my breasts first?"

He answered by raising his hand toward my chest. I popped open another 
button and then let his hand roam to my swollen mounds. Somewhat timidly 
at first and then clumsily -- after all, he's still a teen-ager -- he 
grasped my tit. I saw him glance at his father, who smiled in approval. 
My hand was still stroking Kevin's erection through his pants.

My pussy was already wet, and my son's fondling of my breasts released 
another gush of fluid. I later realized that the crotch of my jeans 
showed a wet spot. After a few minutes, I said softly, "I'll go up to the 
bedroom now, and you and Dad can join me in a few minutes. OK, sport?"

"Yes," he whispered.

Slowly I rose to leave the room, knowing that two hard cocks were 
twitching at my exit. I exaggerated the motion of my jeans-clad bottom as 
I walked up the stairs.

In my bedroom, I undressed completely, unable to resist slipping a finger 
into my slit briefly. Damned, I was wet! I slipped between the sheets of 
our king-size bed. In a couple of minutes, Tom tapped at the door. He and 
Kevin had partially undressed in the living room, and they arrived for me 
wearing nothing but their undershorts. They each sported an erection, too.

Kevin's was particularly appealing to me as it pushed out the white 
fabric of his boyish briefs. He was so cute, this half-man, half-boy. In 
most respects, he was still the picture of innocence with a smooth face 
and chest, but that hard cock tenting the front of his underwear sent a 
different message.

Tom came to the side of the bed where I was lying, and I patted the space 
next to me for Kevin to lie down. I pulled the covers down to reveal my 
nudity.

"Why don't you boys take everything off, too?"

Kevin glanced at Tom. When he saw my his father removing his boxers, 
Kevin bent and pushed his briefs to his ankles. I felt a rush of 
adrenaline as I saw his five-inch cock bounce free. His body was nearly 
hairless except for the small patch at the base of his beautiful, 
circumcised penis. His skin was smooth.

Tom slid into bed beside me, and Kevin lay down on the other side.

"Now, you just watch, OK?" I said. "And don't touch your beautiful penis 
unless I say to, alright? I want to watch it."

"OK, Mom," he whispered.

Tom's hand was already stroking my stomach and my chest, sliding over my 
skin. Tonight, though, I hardly needed to be aroused. I was ready -- for 
a high school football team.

I moaned and shifted my body. Tom lowered his mouth to mine, and we 
kissed. Our tongues danced as his hand reached my tit, rolling the hard 
nipple between his thumb and forefinger in plain view of Kevin. I reached 
for his hard cock and held it firmly, rubbing up and down the shaft. 
French kissing could excite me from room temperature to boiling in a 
heartbeat, and combined with the scene around me, this kiss was 
generating steam.

Tom kissed down my neck and my chest until his mouth reached the tit that 
was being ignored by his hand. I moaned louder and writhed as sexual 
excitement rippled through my body. My legs were uncovered and open, my 
sex a blatant invitation for attention.

I glanced over at Kevin, and he was staring in fascination. His hard cock 
stuck up from his groin, red, swollen and twitching.

Continuing to suck my nipple, Tom let his hand go wandering again. It 
slid down my stomach and my abdomen, along the fronts of my thighs and, 
finally, to my pussy. His fingers combed my remaining pubic hair and 
pulled gently. My steady moans made it obvious that I was eager for 
anything he wanted to give me.

My hips lurched when he finally inserted a finger into my slit. "God, you 
are wet," my husband murmured.

I turned and looked Kevin in the eye. "I was wet when you touched me 
there. Remember?"

"Yes" he said.

"Well, it's because I'm sexually aroused. It means that I want a man to 
do these things to me. What we're doing now is called foreplay. It helps 
everyone get more excited for sex."

Tom's finger roamed my valley, circling my opening and then trailing back 
up to my throbbing clit while his mouth continued to suck on my breast. 
Then his mouth started down the trail blazed by his hand, kissing my 
stomach and then lower. He shifted his body between my legs and kissed 
the insides of my thighs.

I could feel my husband's hot breath between my legs as our inexperienced 
son watched. Tom's tongue brushed my lower lips, and I raised my hips 
invitingly. My legs were open. Tom's tongue entered my sex and began to 
roam my wet slit. I felt him at my opening and on my clit ... and on my 
clit ... and on my clit. Knowingly and expertly, his tongue manipulated 
my mind and body. A mind-shattering orgasm began to build and then 
exploded in my groin.

With a moan and a shudder, I surrendered to the sexual rapture. Tom 
fastened his mouth to my pussy as my hips twisted and bucked. After the 
initial explosion, I glanced at Kevin. He was slack-jawed with wonder, 
and his cock remained as hard as a steel post. A drop of pre-cum had 
emerged on the tip. He was so sexy.

Tom would have licked me all afternoon, but as the orgasm subsided I 
touched the side of his head. "Take me now," I said.

He rose to his knees, and his magnificent organ jutted before him. It 
wasn't extraordinarily large, but to me it was exceptionally beautiful. 
Circumcised, straight, hard, red. The tip flared proudly. I could see 
pre-cum smeared on the tip; he'd leaked against the bed while sucking me 
off. The area around his mouth was wet with my sex juice.

I reached down and spread my lips invitingly. "Fuck me, big boy," I 
implored my husband. He leaned forward and lay on top of me. I felt his 
cock nudge me once and then find its familiar home. I pulled my hand out 
of the way and reached out with it to hold Kevin's as Tom pushed his 
hardness inside.

"Yes. Put it in me. Yes."

Our son watched as Tom and I merged our bodies. I held Kevin's hand and 
saw his cock twitch; the liquid was now trailing off the tip and down the 
side.

Tom fucked me. There's just no other way to put it. We were both 
intensely aroused by Kevin's presence and our plans for the evening. 
While continuing to hold Kevin's hand, I participated wholeheartedly in 
the copulation. Every thrust of Tom's hard cock into my pussy sent jolts 
of pleasure through my body, and I met him with my thrusting hips. I 
rolled my head to the left and looked Kevin in the eye as his father took 
me.

The thrusting and humping didn't last long, for Tom was well-primed. 
Soon, I recognized the grunts that foretold his orgasm. His body twitched 
and stiffened before driving himself to full depth with one last thrust. 
I could feel him pumping semen into me, and I hoped his spend would be 
copious tonight. I wanted every drop he had to give.

Tom lay atop me as his cock continued to twitch and expel the precious 
liquid. I massaged his prick with my cunt muscles to squeeze out every 
drop.

His panting subsided, and he lifted his upper body to admire me after a 
hot fuck. He invited Kevin for a better angle on our union, and our son 
saw where his father's cock was lodging in my body. While Kevin watched, 
Tom slowly withdrew, his wet, inflamed prick plopping from my pussy.

"Would you like to do what Daddy did?" I asked gently.

"You mean?"

"Yes," I said. "Would you like to make love to mommy?"

"I-I-I'm not sure," he choked.

"Well, I don't want you to do anything against your will. But if you want 
to, I want you."

Kevin watched silently as I stroked my breasts. "You can start like Daddy 
did by sucking these."

My son leaned forward with his mouth open and planted his lips on my 
nipples. "That's good," I said. "Suck it gently."

Boyishly, he sucked me. Enthusiastically. Ardently. Wantonly. The sight 
of my son at my breast for the first time in 15 years thrilled me. "Here, 
the other one, too," I coached. Kevin switched and took the other nipple 
as I held my breast for him.

"Kevin, a gentleman will always be sure that his partner has the first 
orgasm," Tom advised. "You should kiss Mommy between the legs like I did 
so that she can cum before you get on her."

Kevin looked at his father with a bit of hesitation, but realizing that 
Tom was serious, he skipped down my stomach with his mouth until he 
reached my pubic area. Still beside me, though, he couldn't quite get the 
angle right.

"Get between my legs, honey. Then you can lick me better."

There would be a big difference between Tom sucking me and Kevin sucking 
me, of course. That's right. My pussy now contained a big load of Tom's 
cum. It was the magic of this moment that caused me to squeeze every drop 
from Tom's cock after he fucked me. Kevin was now going to put his face 
in my sloppy, well-fucked pussy. And he didn't know to question it.

I watched him stare at my crotch as he lowered his face between my legs. 
An experienced man would doubtless recognize the gooey mess all over my 
slit, but Kevin's innocence was going to provide me with the rare thrill 
of watching a boy eat his father's sperm from his mother's pussy -- my 
pussy.

Tentatively at first, Kevin's tongue touched my lower lips. Then his lips 
pressed against  mine. And his tongue slipped into my wet valley -- the 
valley soaked with my own juices and with Tom's cum. I felt Kevin lapping 
at me.

"That's right, honey. Do me like that."

A muffled sound as Kevin tried to speak, but I put my head on the back of 
his head and held me in my pussy.

"Reach down lower and lick up all the juice, Kevin. Feel it coming out of 
my hole. There, now. Lick it all. Doesn't it taste good? That's what sex 
tastes like," I encouraged him. "Oh, God. That feels so good."

"That's good, son," Tom added. "Lick Mommy real good. Make her cum in 
your mouth."

Kevin developed a steady rhythm as nature intended. His tongue slid up 
and down between my pussy lips, gathering the liquid and stimulating my 
clit. I was on the verge of cumming simply from watching my boy nursing 
on my sex.

Suddenly, the feeling started to swell inside me. "Keep sucking, Kevin. 
I'm going to cum."

He lapped and licked earnestly.

"Oh, yes," I shouted, and my body lurched. I grasped Kevin's head and 
pushed his mouth into my groin as I came against his lips. Just as I 
thought my orgasm was over, I looked into his beautiful eyes, and another 
spasm wracked my body.

I lay back gasping for air, and Kevin slowly raised his head. The bottom 
half of his face was smeared with sexual liquor from my cunt.

"Come here, son," I said as I gestured for him to lie atop me. I figured 
he was ready to pop, and I wanted that to occur in a specific place. 
"Will you fuck Mommy now?"

"Yes," was the only answer he could summon.

I looked down as he moved up my body in imitation of his father, and I 
saw his hard cock bobbing between my legs.

Tom reached in to guide Kevin into me. With one hand, Tom spread my lips 
to open my steamy sex. With the other, he held Kevin's cock as our son 
moved forward. With Kevin's face above my chest, I felt the first nudge 
of his cock in my pussy. Kevin cradled his face on my shoulder as he slid 
his hard, throbbing cock into me.

Tom released us, and my son was at home in his mother. My second orgasm 
had swollen my pussy, making it nice and tight, even for Kevin's boyish 
cock. I gripped him firmly.

"Now push it in and out like Dad did," I instructed.

Kevin pulled his dick out of me and then pushed it again.

"That's right, honey. Keep doing that."

"Wow, Mom. That feels really good."

"I know. That's why people like to do it."

I knew he wouldn't last long after a week of celibacy and all of today's 
buildup. Sure enough, within a minute he was tensing up. "Uh, Mom ... "

"Go ahead, Kevin. Let me have your cum."

"Ohhhhhhh."

His body lurched against me, and he shivered as his cream spurted into 
me. I wrapped my arms around Kevin and felt him shudder his cum into my 
pussy. His hips kept twitching as if part of him wanted to continue 
thrusting in and out while another part wanted to bury himself deeply and 
ejaculate fully. "Oh, Mom ...... , " he gasped.

Before he'd even stopped twitching, Tom was rubbing his flank. While 
Kevin had been fucking me, Tom was subtly lubricating his finger with K-Y 
Jelly. Now, we were going to given Kevin a truly memorable experience.

"Be still while Daddy touches you," I said. Kevin remained atop me with 
his juvenile penis swimming in the sexual juices of my cunt. I watched 
his face as he stared at the headboard and awaited the sensations behind 
him.

Tom slid his lubricated finger down the crack of Kevin's beautiful bottom 
until it rested against our son's virgin anus. "Relax, Kevin," Tom 
intoned.

His father pushed his cheeks apart with his spare hand and pressed the 
lubricated finger at the virgin ring. I felt Kevin jolt as Tom's finger 
began to enter. But he was still on top of me, buried in my sex, and he 
hardly had anywhere to go. I wrapped my legs around Kevin to hold him. 
Tom's finger slid smoothly into Kevin's bottom. I could feel Kevin relax 
slightly as he accepted the invader.

Tom was going to massage Kevin's prostate in a way that we knew would 
probably excite him again. Sure enough, within moments I could feel 
Kevin's semi-hard dick start to swell. "Ugggh," Kevin moaned gutturally.

"That's it, honey. Daddy is going to help you get hard again."

Soon I could tell that Kevin's dick, swimming in a pool of his and his 
father's cum, was reaching its full size. His hips twitched and I could 
tell he was trying to thrust in me.

"Do you want to fuck me again?"

"Yesssss."

"Good. Just ignore Daddy and move it in and out some more."

Again, he began the thrusts that would raise us to the altar of pleasure. 
Electrifying his effort was the finger in his bottom.

One of my motivations in seducing Kevin, quite frankly, was to have his 
virility on call around the house. Tom is a great lover, but there's 
nothing like the ever-ready nature of a teen-age boy. Already Kevin was 
proving that my faith in his stamina was well-placed.

He lasted longer this time, of course. I looked across the room and spied 
a mirror that perfectly reflected his lithe hips as he humped me. I could 
see his thighs and buttocks flexing as I felt his cock penetrate me over 
and over. I could see Tom with his finger inside Kevin.

Soon, though, Kevin began again to grunt and moan as if a crisis was 
near. With a gasp, he lunged forward and planted himself deeply in me. 
Tom thrust his finger in all the way, and Kevin poured his boy cum into 
me. Panting, he heaved atop me and emptied his balls again. I could feel 
his cock twitching as the jism spurted out. Kevin poured his boy cum into 
his mother's pussy while Tom continued to wriggle his finger in our son's 
ass.

"Give it to me," I whispered in his ear. "Give me all of it."

He thrust again weakly as if that might expel a few more drops of the 
precious fluid. I felt another shudder wrack his body as he collapsed on 
me.

Tom slowly withdrew his finger as Kevin's eyes flickered open and he 
reconnected with the real world.

"That was wonderful, Kevin," I said.

"No kidding," he smiled. "I liked that."

"I did, too."

As my fingernails brushed lightly down his back, I cooed in his ear, 
"Would you do one more thing for me today?"

"Sure, Mom. Anything!"

"Would you lick my pussy again?"

He looked at me briefly and then smiled before lowering his mouth to my 
soggy lips.

My son. My slut puppy.


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