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Any commercial use of this work is expressly forbidden without the written permission of the author. -------------------------------------------------------- The Birthday Girl (Mdom/F, inc, reluc, oral, anal, bond) by Marcia R. Hooper (marciar26@aol.com) *** Rachel is the loving mother of five. At the age of 38, she is healthy, vital, a good provider for her children, needy of sex on a regular basis, and otherwise thoroughly messed up. Read this four-page short story to find out what her son Danny, has planned for her thirty-ninth birthday. *** This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray any person living or dead, nor any known situation. It is meant for adults only and is not to be read by person's under the age of 18, or the legal age in the county/state/country in which the reader resides. If you would like a Microsoft Word or WordPerfect version of this story (a much easier read), please contact me at MarciaR26@aol.com. You can also visit my website at http://hometown.aol.com/marciar26/ to read the rest of my stories. If that doesn't work, which it doesn't half the time, try http://members.aol.com/_ht_a/marciar26/myhomepage/ Note: This story is adapted from the short story, "Fitting Mom into The Schedule" by Rhymer. It was originally posted to www.asstr.org. After repeated attempts, I was unable to contact the author in order to secure his permission in using the story. I apologize for that. I hope the author understands. THE BIRTHDAY GIRL by Marcia R. Hooper (MarciaR26@aol.com) Last Wednesday was a red-letter day. As always, Mom was waiting for me when I got home. I am a senior in college. I attend Towson State in Maryland. I go to school half a day, work half a day. Every day except Wednesday, that is, when I'm off. "You're early," she said, shutting the front door behind me and setting the locks. She looked really beat. It's been a bitch for Mom at work lately, especially now that she's a partner. Mom is a lawyer. "Your sisters all have things going on after school," she said, unbuttoning her coat. "We have until four o'clock, maybe four-thirty. Tracie is staying over with Kristen tonight, and Katie said she'd call. That leaves Stephie and Anne Marie, and I'm just not sure about them. Can we go to bed now, please?" Her frustration and impatience made me laugh. I hugged her very tight. She clung to me with unexpectedly fervor and her breasts flattened out against my chest. Today she wore a three-piece skirt and blazer outfit, light gray with pinstripes and a white blouse underneath. The blouse showed off her bra. My cock hardened as she peeled back the coat and I helped her out of it. When she made to walk away, I took her arm. "Right here?" she asked, her smile both crooked and embarrassed. "Right here." Removing her blouse myself, and then her skirt, I then lowered her pantyhose and helped her out of them. Her beige satin brassiere and panties were a matched set that I had bought from her Victoria's Secret catalog. I had purchase five others. "Let me," I said, undoing her bra. It fastened in the front and I slid it back over her shoulders and then kissed her breasts. For those of a thirty-eight year old single working mom, they sure were nice. "Which one today?" I asked. Smiling is embarrassment, she indicted her left nipple and I attacked it with glee. I left a large, bruised- purple hickey directly above it. "You are such a scoundrel," she said. I laughed and kissed her left nipple again. It was hard and a very nice point. Mom has the breasts of two different women. Her left one is noticeably smaller than the right, as are her aureole and nipple. Her aureole are also slightly out of skew with each other, the left one round and quarter-sized and the right one a long oval. It embarrasses her to death but I like them that way. Her left breast, smaller and much more pointy, is so much fun to suck. I slid her panties down to the floor and had her step out of them. Mom is dark brunette. She keeps her pubic hair nicely trimmed, regardless of the season. A one-inch wide strip, two inches long and stopping immediately above her clitoris, is the only protection she has. Her lips and anus are bare. Curling her lips in the same ironic smile, she asked. "Satisfied?" "Never," I said, cupping her left breast. Mom is a naturally beautiful woman, "natural" meaning she needs no makeup to look good. With makeup on, she looks quite terrific. Five feet, five inches tall, and a hundred and thirty-five pounds, she has just the right figure for a woman her age. A little big in the hips maybe, and showing some spread across her tail, but exceptional for a mother of five. Taking her by the hand, I lead her into the kitchen to the refrigerator door. On the upper half was a chart, put up today by me, listing all our names: Rachel, Danny, Katie, Tracie, Stephie and Anne Marie. Beneath each name is a column of check marks, indicating our chores for the week. The chores were listed to the left, in alphabetical order. Next to today's date, in coding that only Mom and I understood, was a tiny dot-dot symbol made by the printer. I grinned. "You are a smart-ass," she said. Dot-dot meant she did it in the living room. With the best chance of being caught. With all the windows open and the front door unlocked. That was my privilege. I set the rules. I turned her to face me. I pushed her against the refrigerator door and she jumped at the cold metal's touch. "Danny!" I drowned her protestations with my tongue. She unzipped my fly. "Well," I said, locking down at my cock. "Can't wait?" She stroked it and fought off a grin. "I had a bad day," she reminded me. "I like your bad days." Going to her knees, she looked up at me from my favorite position, placing her hands on her thighs. I fed her my cock. Her eyes stayed locked on mine. "Good?" "Mmmmm-ummmm." "Good," I said, going in and out of her mouth. Now, I may not be as hung as her boyfriend, Dave, but my seven and a half inches is just fine. It fits her mouth nicely and goes nicely down her throat. Since the first day she touched it with her lips, my cock has belonged to her. Clutching the refrigerator door, I began to fuck her in earnest. I went down her throat and she gagged at first, as she always does, then got it under control. (There are times when she doesn't get it under control and then I make her retch. Twice I've caused her to spit up in her hand, crimson-faced and leaking tears, which is kinda nice too.) "We have to stop," I warned her. I was beginning to pant. Fucking a woman in the mouth--especially your own mother- -well, you know what that does to you. especially when that woman keeps her hands obediently in her lap, I stopped after one particularly deep thrust. Gagging, she leaned forward and dry-heaved into her hands. Her eyes bled tears. "Daniel!" she croaked. "Come on!" I stood back and laughed, making her color go really bright. "Stop it!" she croaked. "It's not funny!" Oh, yes it is. Taking her by the hand, I drew her up and led her coughing and hacking back into the front room. She half- walked, half-stumbled behind me to the chair. She couldn't get her breath. Then, sitting her down, I put myself back in her mouth, and slowly began to fuck her. She kept her eyes looking up, still bright with tears, mucus leaking from her nose. That sounds disgusting, but it really is not. "Sorry," I said, going back down her throat. She made scolding noises and gagged. "I know. I'm a thoughtless bastard." Holding her behind the head and beneath her chin, I forced her mouth all the way up my cock. She gagged multiple times, and thumped my legs, but didn't make me stop. Eventually, I had her nose and mouth in my pubic hair. "You have it all now," I let her know. She made noises deep in her throat. Her hands gripped my knees. She became absolutely still. Looking at my watch, I pressed the button for the timer, and said, "Now." Her record was two minutes and twenty-seven seconds, set just last week, and I hoped she'd beat it. She did, by almost ten seconds. "Congratulations," I exclaimed, finally setting her free. She fell back and violently inhaled, "Huhh! Huhh! Huhh!" and began to cough and choke. Saliva ran down her chin and strung sexily down to her breasts. She continued to gasp, her face a brilliant and beautiful red. She hit my thigh. "Daniel!" "What!" I said, suppressing a laugh. She choked and she coughed. I laughed and it made her madder. "I've asked you," she rasped, "not to do that anymore!" She wiped at her saliva stringers. "I couldn't help it!" I cried facetiously. "And look what you've done!" I tapped on my watch. "You and your fucking records!" she croaked. "It's so humiliating!" "Not for me." She got up and I thought she'd hit me. "You bastard." I grabbed her before she got away and went for her mouth. She almost got free. "Stop it!" she cried--then her mouth belonged to me and she was tame as a kitten. "You like?" I asked. She laughed in that wonderful, you-drive-me-crazy way. She snuggled close against my chest and I hugged her. "Bastard." I patted her rear end. "You love it." "I love you." I walked her to the couch. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers, her true sign of arousal. Going first to the front door and reversing the locks, then opening up all the drapes, I lay her back on the cushions with her legs spread apart, pushing her knees to her chest. "Danny--" she said, looking at the front door, then at the big bay window. Facing the street and the houses directly across, it left us plainly in view. Anyone ambling by or looking out the windows opposite, could plainly see. "What?" I asked, all innocence and charm. She squirmed under the imagined eyes. "They can see!" Exactly, I thought. "No way." "Danny!" she exclaimed, not fooled for a minute. Grinning, I began to finger her anus. "No!" she hissed, pushing it away. I slipped my finger into her vagina, then back up her ass. "Danny! Stop that!" Then, "Cut it out!" Finally, "What are you doing that for?" "Getting you ready," I said, crooking my finger around. Agitated, looking from me to the window and back again, she began to react. I saw it first in here eyes, then in the contractions gripping my finger. "Daniel Vetters! I am your mother!" "I've ass-fucked my mother before," I reminded her. Now livid with color, she breathed out: "Not here!" The first time I had done her, we nearly got caught. It was on Katie's fourteenth birthday, and Mom's thirty- fifth.(Mom and Katie share the same birth date, which Katie really hates.) We used Katie's bedroom because Katie was getting a surprise party at her best friend's house, and because that's what I wanted. The other kids were off seeing their dad, or in Tracie's case, at Katie's party. I gave Mom a surprise birthday present of her own. On her knees with her ass in the air, her chest pressed hard to the mattress, her hands spreading open her cheeks, I mounted and rode her the way the girl got rode in the porno movie we had watched two nights before. She had never before had anal sex, and had two full days to fret. "Remember when Katie came home,?" I inquired. Her eyes flicked guiltily away. "How could I forget," she muttered. Ten minutes into her anal "present," finally used to it and beginning to have fun--if not a whole lot of sexual pleasure, which was naturally mine--neither she nor I heard the front door open. It was the birthday girl and her sister, and three of Katie's friends. It was only the sound of Katie's friend Marci tripping on the stairs that saved our lives. Jumping out of bed, I grabbed my discarded clothes--Mom's were in her bedroom, where I had stripped her nude--threw them out of the window, got Mom out the window and then myself, and then huddled with her, shocked and freezing, on the canopy roof. Katie, I was sure, knew something was up. Mom knew it also. And I think Tracie suspects. Removing my finger from her ass, and holding it out for inspection, I watched Mom's eyes. Feces streaked my finger up the sides, and more was under the nail. Waiting expectantly, I convinced her with my smile and resignedly, she opened her mouth. I inserted my finger and she sucked it clean, not looking away, but certainly not happy. What mothers will do for their offspring. Repeating the process three more times, I then used her own finger to fuck her, getting her fully and mercilessly aroused. (Submission makes my mother nuts.) When she had had enough, I removed her finger and made her suck it as well, which she did with a telling shuddered. She was now very much aroused. Taking out my cock, I let her position it on her anus, then pushed myself inside. She grimaced and gasped sharply, but kept herself spread. Once she got used to the head, I placed her hands behind each of her knees and had her clutch herself tight. I slowly began to fuck her. "Okay?" I asked. She nodded with clenched teeth. "Not hurting you, am I?" She said no and bobbed her head yes. I fucked her a little deeper. "This is so much fun," I said. "You should try it sometime." Her eyes said that she would love to try it--on me. For her birthday, perhaps I'd buy her a strap-on. Once she had it all, I grabbed her knees myself and had her grab her cheeks. I worked her out until her tail hung off the couch, and then I could nail her really good. She began to keen: "Oh, Danny... Oh, Danny, oh!" She crunched her face, drew her lips back over her teeth, moaned with every deep thrust and, as deep as I'd done her before--and I've done her deep enough that she's walked bent over the next day--this was fully the deepest yet. My cock went completely inside her, right to the end. My skin against hers. Every twenty strokes I'd hold myself still, keeping the pressure intense. She ached, all right, something fierce in the morning. You have to make them ache. Giving her one excessively long and powerful thrust, I pulled myself out and made her squat down before me. She took it with a breathless, needful hunger, and right down her throat. I don't know which is worse... taking it out of her ass, or out of her mouth. Putting her back on the couch, I fucked her really hard.. Her squirming and her writhing around told me she had started to orgasm. I just fucked her all that much harder. The third time on her knees, I directed her afterwards to turn around, and mounted her like a horse. I made her whinny. No--I mean I made her whinny. I rode her across the floor, burning her knees and her elbows, also the tips of her shoulders. Every ninety-nine strokes, which I made her count, I made her twirl about and suck my cock. I finally lost my cool. Throwing her back on the couch, I tied her hands behind her back with her pantyhose, strapped her knees to her chest and her ankles to her thighs with filament tape, stuffed her mouth with her own panties and bra, then fucked her mercilessly in the ass and then in the mouth (sans her panties and bra, of course, which she chewed while I fucked her ass), all of which I did a thousand times, counting off by the hundreds. Then I realized I could flip her over and do it a whole new and possibly more exciting way, and wasted no time. When I came inside her three thousand strokes later, it was absolutely a show-stopping deal... What mothers will do for their offspring. The End P.S. Remember my comment about Mom and Katie sharing birthdays? Well, Mom is thirty-nine today and Katie is eighteen. Today, Mom will try pussy. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 22