I gave up on birthday parties after my thirtieth, but my wife Joan and my daughter Karen insisted on celebrating my thirty-eighth with cake and ice cream. I blew out the candles with one long puff and then Joan carved out three wedges. After we finished off our sugary treat, my pretty wife wished me a happy birthday and handed me a gift-wrapped package. She had thoughtfully bought me a best-selling book that I had been planning to read.
"I'll give you my present later, Dad, " Karen said. When mother and daughter shared a giggle, I knew that they had cooked something up. My beautiful daughter had come home from a prestigious university just for my birthday. It was costing me a fortune to keep her in the pricey school, but I thought of it as an investment that would someday pay dividends. I sometimes wondered why I even bothered paying for a higher education when she could have earned far more than most people as a model, actress, stripper, or - God forbid - a hooker. Her angelic face was framed by curly brown hair. She had a million-dollar smile, and, believe me, it had cost me nearly that much. Regular visits to a tanning salon accounted for her perfect tan.
Later that evening, I was watching TV when Joan planted her sweet ass on my lap. That's her way of saying it is time for sex, and she always gives me something special on my birthdays. I always ask for ass and she always serves it up, even though she doesn't particularly enjoy being sodomized. "Why don't you get cleaned up and we'll have some fun, " she whispered.
I took a hot, soapy shower, shaved and brushed my teeth. I jacked my cock to perfect my hard-on, slapped on a little aftershave, opened the door to the bedroom, and got the shock of a lifetime. My beautiful daughter was stretched out naked on the bed with a big pink bow tied around her slender waist. You could have knocked me over with a feather! Joan was sitting next to the bed wearing only a short, terrycloth robe. Both of my beauties had big smiles on their faces.
As I stood there ogling my saucy daughter, my cock lurched all the way to my belly. Her tits were absolutely perfect - not big, but very nice. I was pleased to see a full bush on her pussy. I approve of women using a razor to keep the shrubbery from growing wild, but strongly disapprove of them shaving it all off. A cunt should be covered with hair the way nature intended.
"What's going on?" I asked. I know it was a dumb thing to say but I couldn't think of anything else.
"Daddy, I wanted to thank you for all that you have done for me by giving you a really nice present. I decided to give you my body. It was really Mom's idea. I'm sorry I'm not a virgin for you, but I've only been with one guy so I'm close to being one."
"I'm not sure I can accept your present. After all, you are my own daughter, " I said.
"Oh, don't be silly, " Joan said. "Look at her. Look how beautiful she is. I'm sure that you have fucked her in your fantasies many times. Now get over here and do what you've been wanting to do for years."
My cock was harder than it had been in months and I was masturbating it in full view of my young daughter. "Well, if you aren't going to take advantage of the situation, I will, " Joan said. She stood and shrugged off her robe then slipped onto the bed and kissed her daughter on the mouth. The kisses were innocent at first but that soon changed, and they began kissing passionately and fondling each other's beautiful tits. It just kept getting better and better.
"How long has this been going on?" I asked.
"We played around the last time she was home, " Joan said.
"Yeah, Daddy. I made it with a girlfriend and I wanted Mom to see how good it feels. But don't worry, I like men, too."
I shamelessly stroked my cock as Joan sucked her daughters beautiful tits. She untied the ribbon and ran her hand down over the golden belly to the furry mound. Karen moaned as her mother ground the heel of her hand into her mons. I crossed my fingers and hoped that Joan wouldn't stop at Karen's tits. My wish was granted. She lapped at her daughter's pelt the way a cat grooms her kittens. Joan continued fondling Karen's breasts as she fucked her pussy with her long tongue. Most of her effort went into working her tongue around inside Karen's f*ck-hole, but she stopped occasionally and lavished attention on every inch of that pussy.
"Come and get this hair off of my tongue, " Joan said. "I can't find it." I sat on the bed and examined her extended tongue. Even as I was reaching for the hair I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was picking one of my daughter's pussy-hairs off of my wife's tongue! Freed of the pesky hair, Joan went right back to work on Karen's pussy.
I could not stay out of it any longer. I came to my knees beside my daughter's head and aimed my hard cock at her lovely face. She smiled when she realized what I wanted. Her mouth was warm and very wet. She sucked most of my cock in, drew a vacuum, and then pulled slowly off. The vacuum caused her cheeks to cave in around my cock. The soft linings of her mouth gripped me tighter the closer her lips came to the head. At the end of that first suck I realized that I was in for an unprecedented struggle to control my inevitable orgasm. It didn't help that I was now fondling her precious titties. My hand was drawn to them like iron to a magnet.
Karen's moans were the icing on the cake. They made every nerve in the head and neck of my cock tingle. She had her hand on the back of her mother's head and was humping her mouth. We were both coming down the home stretch together. I was determined to shoot my load right down Karen's throat, but, at the last second, my conscience got the best of me and I changed my mind. I gave her just a sample of my broth before I pulled my cock out and sprayed her tits. Could it have been my jism against her nipples that triggered her orgasm? Perhaps. All I can be sure of is that my daughter and I were cumming together.
"OH, MOM, PLEASE DON'T STOP! I'M CUMMING SO GOOD. HUH..HUH..HUH..AH, ANOTHER ONE! I CAN'T STOP CUMMING!"
The five-star cum-shot all over my daughter's heaving tits was worthy of a porno star. I divided the ten spurts equally between tits, and then used the dribbles to decorate her swollen nipples. I felt a little queasy when Joan moved higher and lapped at the fresh semen. She is one of those rare women who love everything about cum. I sometimes slip a rubber on my cock before I cum in her pussy so I can empty the contents into her mouth. I decided that I would have to teach the perversion to Karen, but first I had to overcome my reluctance to shoot off in her mouth.
Joan rolled onto her back and clawed at her pussy. "Oh, Mommy, you poor dear, " Karen said. "You need a good fucking now but Daddy can't do it because I accidentally sucked him off, so I will have to do the job for him." She literally ran to her room and came back seconds later with a gigantic dildo in her hand. She strapped it to her belly so deftly that I'm certain she had donned it many times before. As she pushed her mother's knees apart and mounted her, she said, "You're going to love my big, hard cock in your pussy, Mommy."
Joan squealed as her daughter's thick cock spread her cunt wider than it had been since childbirth. The notion of a young woman, barely of legal age, fucking her beautiful mother with an artificial cock is so indecent that describing it makes me blush. Mother and daughter were tit to tit and belly to belly. Joan raised her hips to meet her daughter's downward thrusts. Karen's still-wet tits slapping against her mother's face gave the latter an opportunity to polish off the few pearls of jism still clinging to the skin.
My cock rose to the challenge faster than it ever had before, and I was soon astride Joan's thighs taking aim on my daughter's pussy. With the dildo up high on her pubic bone, the entrance to her cuntal canal was unobstructed. My conscience held me back for a moment, then my lust took control and I lined my cock up with the wet mouth of my daughter's pussy and speared it with one perfect thrust. I nearly came on the first stroke but somehow managed to regain control.
The two sex-crazed beauties were wailing so loudly that my ears rang. We moved awkwardly at first, but with a minute or two of practice we began to move together like the precision gears in a Swiss watch. When Karen pulled her cock out, I drove mine in. As I reached between their bodies and filled my hands with my daughter's tits, her mother's hard nipples dug into the backs of my hands.
Our smooth fuck turned ragged when Karen started cumming. We were like an engine running on half of its cylinders. I held tightly to my daughter's slender waist and fucked her with all of my strength. I was determined to torment every single nerve in her tight, slick pussy until I found the one crucial nerve that would trigger her orgasm. I found it! My daughter wanted the whole world to know that the fires of orgasm were raging out of control in her pussy.
"OH, MY GOD, I'M CUMMING. HUH..HUH..HUH..HUH.. HERE COMES ANOTHER ONE!"
Mother and daughter came together. Determined to make it a three-way orgasm, I picked up speed until I was delivering three strokes per second. My goal was to keep her orgasm going and to get mine started. The Kegel contractions in the wall's of her pussy made her so tight that it felt like I was being milked. I threw myself on top of the writhing women, let out a bellow, and shot my load into my daughter's clenching pussy.
We untangled ourselves from our forbidden embrace and lay gasping for air. I think we were all in a state of shock over what we had done. Nothing was said for a long time. Then Karen whispered, "Did you like your present, Daddy?"
"Baby, it was the best present anyone has ever given me."
A Birthday Celebration Continues
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 *ss, 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.