My Birthday

My name is Chris and today was my birthday. Overall it was a pretty good day, between my mom and brothers (Aaron and Brian), and some various friends, I got pretty much everything I asked for. This was a very important birthday to me, I’d been looking forward to it for over a year, not because of my gifts or because I was getting older, but because tonight I’m going to have sex with my mom… at least I think so.

She’s actually been sucking my dick nightly for years. I say “nightly” because she primarily does it when she comes in to say goodnight, but she’s always been willing to give me a quick blow if I asked and no one was around. Once, I was particularly horny one summer afternoon, so I went and found mom sitting at her computer doing some work. I walked up..

“Mom?”

“Yes honey?” She said, turning to look at me, “What’s up?” But her eyes quickly caught sight of the tent in my shorts, and she laughed as she saw the answer to her own question. I just looked at her sheepishly. “OK, go close the door.” I went over and closed the door to her office and walked back to her. “Come here.” She said smiling, motioning for me to come closer. I did, and stood in front of where she sat in her chair.

She undid my shorts and pulled them down a few inches, then fished my erection out through the opening in my underwear. There was no more talk, she just lowered her head down, taking me into her mouth, and proceeded to suck my cock with a slight slurping sound. My hands just hung at my side like they always did, I was too nervous to touch her or put my hands on the back of her head like I’d seen my brothers do. I just watched the top of her head moving back and forth, and in a few moments I tensed up and began to spurt my cum into her mouth. She kept going as I came, swallowing all the while. When I was done and clean, she tucked me back into my briefs. She looked up at me and smiled, I smiled back, comforted and relieved in more ways than one.

That was one of the few times I stood while she gave me head, usually I was laying in bed, or sitting on the edge of it. I know she gives blow jobs to my older brothers too, and I honestly don’t know how or when it started with them, but with me it began about three years ago.

It was all very gradual. It started with normal affectionate contact. Things like rubbing my back while we watched TV, or cuddling and light petting in bed, just being very touchy feely… stuff that was all very normal, and non sexual, that many of you have done with your own family members. I never thought anything of it, that’s just how my mom was, she’d always been that way with my brothers too, of course in hindsight I know that it’s because she was already blowing each of them too. I have no idea if it was a premeditated plan of hers to start out that way and lead to more, or if she never intended on things turning sexual, but either way, it did.

She started to touch my penis at times, once again, all very gradually. She’d put her hand on my leg while we sat next to each other, and it would barely touch the edge of my crotch. Then another time, it would be half on my leg and half on my penis, then one day it was casually resting directly on my junk. But still I never thought anything of it. She would rub my leg and find the outline of my cock hanging off to the side, then her rubbing would focus solely on it. I figured it was just an accident, and I was too embarrassed to point it out to her.

It finally took an obvious turn one night she was laying in my bed with me, like she did every night. We cuddled, she tussled my hair and we talked about school and stuff. Her fingers casually trailing up and down my body… they began circling my groin, and I began to stiffen. I had already noticed girls by now, had seen dirty magazines, and I’d gotten erections before, but hadn’t yet discovered masturbation… in fact, to this day I’ve never jerked off. So I was naturally embarrassed when I knew I was getting a hard on from what I perceived to be normal touching by my own mother. She noticed it too. I felt her fingers realize they had discovered her son had a boner. She looked at me, not only was I embarrassed but I also thought I was going to get in trouble, my face clearly expressed these concerns.

“Oh honey!” She laughed. “It’s ok, you didn’t do anything wrong!”

“I didn’t mean to..” I started.

“Don’t be silly, it’s normal, I’m not upset.” She smiled at me. It was then that I realized not only had she NOT pulled her hand away in disgust, like I would’ve expected, but she was actually petting my now fully erect penis through the fabric of the boxers I wore to bed.

Her eyes then turned down towards my crotch, mine followed. She slid her thin porcelain fingers into the flap in my shorts. Her hand was cold and I twitched a bit when she grasped my prick and pulled it out. I still wasn’t seeing this as anything sexual, maybe I was naïve, or it was just because I’d never done anything at this point in my life, but the fact is I was young and it was my mom so I thought nothing of it.

“See? It’s no big deal, every boy gets hard, sometimes it’s for no reason at all… and I’m your mother, there’s no reason to be embarrassed.” She spoke calmly and very matter-of-factly. I simply nodded. I could feel her looking at me, but my eyes never moved from the sight of her hand still grasping the shaft of my dick. She studied my expression, looking for signs that I was scared or uncomfortable.. I wasn’t.

Sure I was nervous, but it was the type of nerves you get when you don’t know what to expect. I wasn’t nervous because I was unhappy with what was happening, I just didn’t know what I was supposed to do. So I just laid there on my bed, watching my mom’s hand wrapped around my cock, waiting for some instruction or to see what would happen. Then her hand began to move.

Her grip loosened, but didn’t release me. She slid her hand up to the tip, held it there for a moment, then slid it down to the base. She began a steady churning motion, sliding up and down my stiff young rod. She was still watching my face, and I was still watching her hand. I didn’t know exactly what it was that she was doing, but it felt incredible.

“Does that feel nice?” She asked as if she’d read my mind. I just nodded quickly. My mouth hung open a bit, I was dumbstruck by the strange, new sensation rushing up the length of my body. She smiled.

As you can imagine, it didn’t take this virginal young man long to climax. My body gave me very little warning of what was about to happen, but I should’ve known. I had already taken sex-ed by this point, so I knew of orgasms, but teachers referred to them as ejaculations, and their explanations were always very clinical. They were never described as being pleasurable like the one I was about to experience, and they always took place during sexual intercourse (there was never any mention of oral sex, hand jobs or even masturbation), and from what I knew, THIS was definitely not sexual intercourse, so I never expected to have an orgasm, or ejaculation, from whatever it was that my mom was doing to me. But nevertheless, it happened.

I let out a slight grunt, and my whole body tensed, as my penis twitched in my mother’s still pumping hand. Thick streams of silvery white cum shot out of me with force, landing all around, on the sheets, my legs, my stomach and chest, and on my mother’s hand. She continued stroking me, as my balls emptied themselves for the first time.

My eyes widened as I watched the sight before me. And when it was over, and the intense euphoria had washed away, what was left is what I could only describe as pure destruction, I had spayed everywhere! I immediately became embarrassed again, but my mom simply released my cock, told me to clean myself up and go to bed. She then kissed me goodnight and left. I laid there, bewildered by what had happened.

That was actually the only time she ever gave me a hand job to completion. The very next night, when she came in to see me, she started by jerking me off, but quickly took me in her mouth and gave me my first blow job. It was even better than her hand! It was warm and smooth, and when I came there was no mess, she swallowed it all! From then on I was cumming in my mom’s mouth virtually every night before bed.

She never told me that I needed to keep it a secret, but I knew this wasn’t something that I should tell anyone. It actually created a weird awkwardness for me around my brothers, thinking that this was some special thing that my mother and I shared. Unbeknownst to me, she was sucking both of them off every day too! In fact they were older and had been receiving this wonderful treat years before I ever did.

So what possessed a mother to begin blowing her first son, let alone all three of them? Where’s the father in all this? Both good questions. First, I don’t know. I’ve never talked about it with either of my brothers, and they had never given any indication that it had been going on. The only way I know that she blows them too, is because I witnessed it.

I had been happily shooting my load down my mom’s throat for months. I was the youngest, and therefore went to bed first, my bothers were allowed to stay up later and watch TV. My room was downstairs in what would normally be a formal dining room or parlor, but it had a door, so I didn’t care. The only down side was that my bathroom was actually just the downstairs guest bathroom.

Well one night, after my mom had already sucked me dry and put me to bed, I woke up needing to pee. I looked at the clock groggily and it had been over two hours since I’d gone to sleep. I left my room, and walked across the house to the bathroom. Along the way, I saw the glow from the TV in the living room. I figured I’d stop in and see who was up and what they were watching. As I walked into the room I saw Aaron, my oldest brother, sitting on the sofa, his eyes were closed and his head was tilted back, and there was mom kneeling on the carpet in front of him. His hand grasped the back of her head as it bobbed in his lap with that familiar slurping sound that let me know what was happening. I quickly and quietly backed out of the room and headed back to bed, I ended up holding it until I heard them head upstairs.

I couldn’t help but feel jealous, here I thought that I was the only one receiving her special form of attention, only to see her eagerly sucking on my brother’s cock just hours after mine (I didn’t yet know that his was actually the third one she’d sucked that day).