My 18th B-Day.

Note : This story is completely fictional!

It is a part of human nature for people to go to great lengths in making the rest of their family members happy. However, even family members have their limits with one another. Certain things are considered extremely taboo, certain lines are never dared crossed. One of those lines, I have fantasized about for quite some time. For as long as I have been old enough to have a desire for the fairer sex, my eyes have sought after my mother. Now, I will not lie to you and tell you that she is a complete knockout; but even at 35 years my senior, my mother is not bad looking at all. She stands at about 5 foot 6, give or take an inch or two. She always keeps her dark, chestnut colored hair straight, letting its length fall just below her shoulders. Her body, while not perfectly petite, still ranks higher than any other mom I have seen in my lifetime; her curves are there just enough to keep her within the boundaries of beautiful. Not to mention that her breasts are only a b cup, and I have always found smaller breasts to be more attractive than their ridiculously large counter parts.

Getting back to the part about family members going to great lengths to make one another happy… my 18th birthday was the best day of my life. Even if I live to be 100 years old, I do not believe there will ever be another day as great as that day. I had arrived home in the early evening from work, just as my father was heading out the door. Unfortunately, he could not stay to celebrate my birthday with me, as he had to catch a flight to Germany for a business meeting. Though he did stay at least long enough to wish me a happy birthday.

“There’s the birthday boy!” said my dad with a smile as I approached the front door. I smiled back at him, giving him a hug as I reached him. “Now, you know I can’t stay, but I wanted to catch you before I left. Your mother and I have spent all day getting your birthday surprise ready. And trust me, you’re going to absolutely love it!” Looking down at his watch, my father added, “Anyway, I gotta run. Enjoy your surprise!”

“Thanks dad,” I called back over my shoulder as he walked to his car in the driveway. “I will!”

I stepped inside the house, but nothing seemed to be different. Of course, there was a note for my lying on the staircase leading to the second floor. I grabbed the paper and unfolded it, reading the not aloud to myself. “Happy Birthday, Victor! Head up to your room for further instructions.” I smiled, shaking my head, and jogged up to my room. Scotch-taped to my closed door was another note on a folded sheet of paper. I pulled it down, once again reading aloud to myself. I knew my mother had wrote these notes, as her handwriting was pretty distinctive from that of my father’s.

“There are a few things about you that your father and I have noticed,” I read. “Don’t worry, we’re okay with all of these things. So for your first present, open your door.” Shrugging, I opened the door and found a beautiful surprise laid out on my bed. In the center of the mattress was a white, satin mini skirt lying beneath a likewise button down blouse with two front pockets. To the left those items were a white lace bra and a white mini slip. To the right were the matching white lace panties and six-hook garter belt, along with a pair of white thigh high stockings with five inches of lace at the top. Lying above the blouse was an auburn colored wig that looked like it would fall half way down my back if I were to put it on. Finally, on the floor at the foot of my bed were set a pair of 5 inch high heels. They were open toe style as well as leaving the sides of the foot open, and had triple ankle straps in the back. With the clothes was a third not that simply read, “I do hope we got you the right size. Change and head to our room.”

So it was out in the open now. My parents were fully aware of the fact that I was a drag queen, which probably meant they also knew how often I had worn my mother’s clothes. No matter. This present told me that they were obviously okay with that. With great pleasure, I began putting on the items my parents had bought for me.

Surprisingly enough, everything fit perfectly. Even the panties fit me pretty snug, that is, until I became erect from the feel of the satin against my cock. That was enough to give me an instant hard-on, which my new panties could never hope to contain. When I looked at myself in the mirror above my dresser, I saw not myself, but the sexy woman I could be. Not that I had anything against being a man, but there was no denying that I had a serious fetish for being a woman every now and then.

Wasting not another moment, I quickly strode to my parents’ room. I instinctively knew my mother would be in there, so I paused outside the door and took a deep breath. Knocking gently on the door, my response sounded like a muffled moan. It was my mother’s voice, no doubt, but why a muffled moan I wondered? That question was immediately answered when I stepped into the room.

There on the bed was my mother, dressed like a school-girl: black heels over white thigh high stockings (though hers had not the lace top), a red and white plaid mini skirt that was short enough to reveal her bare (and shaved) vagina, and a white blouse that was tied instead of buttoned. She even had her hair pulled into low pig-tails. Furthermore, my mother was tied to the bed in the spread eagle position, her ankles and wrists held firmly by the ropes that bound them to the four bedposts. Her mouth was gagged with a red ball gag, hence her muffled answer to my knock. Finally, a large red ribbon was gently tied around her waist, much like one finds on a gift.

I gazed into my mother’s mahogany eyes, finding the most inviting glare in their deep pupils. Her body slowly quivered with anticipation, as if she was already far too horny to wait any longer. I smiled, slowly striding with a sexy walk toward the side of the bed. Using only two fingers, I took a hold of the red ribbon and pulled, removing it from my birthday present and exposing my mother’s flat stomach. I soon replaced the area with my hand, gently rubbing her. My mother moaned with pleasure, closing her eyes in the feel of my touch.

Still with just the one hand, I began to slowly move upward, slipping my fingers underneath the side of my mother’s blouse and using them to pinch and caress her nipple. My mother moaned a little louder now, as I finally brought my other hand over to untie her blouse. Finally, I pulled it open, revealing her smooth breasts and caressing them both. Crawling over her, I let my own mini skirt rub firmly against the front of hers to show her just how hard I was in that moment. As it was, I already had a wet spot of pre-cum beginning to soak right through the mini slip and skirt; it missed the panties that my erection was no longer contained by completely!

Locking my own eyes with that of my mother’s, I slowly lowered my mouth to hers. Taking a hold of the ball gag with my teeth, I pulled it free, letting it now rest upon my mother’s neck. With that out of the way, I once again closed the gap between our mouths and snaked my tongue deep into her mouth. We breathed one another’s breath for what seemed like an eternity, and I began to feel my load building up faster that I would have liked.

I broke our kiss long enough to look down and see what I was doing. I lifted the front bottom of my skirt and slip above my erecting, and pulled the right leg hole of my panties up and around it. However, before entering my mother, I rubbed the head of my cock against her skin, teasing her.

“Oh, Victoria!” my mother called out in ecstasy, struggling uselessly with every ounce of strength she could muster against the ropes that held her, trying desperately to get my cock inside of her. “Dammit, Victoria, I want you in me now!”

With my mother pushing her hips downward towards my hard cock, I finally obliged her, shoving myself inside of her deep and fast. She screamed, the scream sounding as if it rode the fine line between pain and pleasure, then resumed moaning loudly; that was definitely pleasure.

“Oh yes, mom!” I moaned as I thrusted, over and over again. As my thrusting began to pick up speed, my mother’s moans became higher pitched until she was squealing. Then it happened. My cock jumped, then exploded. Cumming, I no longer continued my back and forth thrusting, but rather pushed forward with everything I had as if to penetrate deeper into my mother than I could.

“Oh-my-god-mom-I-love-you!” I called out quickly, making it all sound like a single word. “I-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you-mom!”

When it was finally over, I simply lied forward, resting atop my bound mother, my now softening cock still residing with her body. My ear being close enough, my mother nibbled on the lobe for a moment, then whispered to me, “Happy birthday, baby.”