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Happy Birthday
My mom took me to the bar on my 21st birthday because she knew i wouldn’t go alone. I accepted because i had no one else to go with and i decided i wanted to try to come out of my shell on my 21st year in life. i knew i made a mistake when all the guys at the bar were eyeing my mom up and down.
I saw a former classmate and bully there and my stomach dropped. He was now a famous internet pick up artist. He seen me and then seen my mother. He had the sleaziest smile on his face. He used to tease me with the other k**s in art class about fucking her. They all wanted to fuck her. But in reality they were all young k**s with no idea how to turn on a mature women like my mom. They would never get touch her. They would never even see her naked. At least not at that age.
My classmate was a bit more learned now, and it had my stomach in knots. He approached us at our table, and gave me a dirty look when he could tell i didn’t want him there. He introduced himself as a friend of mine from high school and began talking about fun time between us that never really happened. At the end of each story he’d ask “Remember that?”
When my mom would look at me for confirmation of these sweet little stories, and i’d take too long to answer he’d give me this dirty look from behind my mom’s head. I don’t know why i was so afraid of him as an adult. But that same old gut feeling came in and i did anything to avoid conflict.
He began buying us drinks as we talked. My mom seemed to really trust him and especially liked the fact that i was having a good time. But i wasn’t having a good time, i was just pretending to avoid pissing off my former classmate. I didn’t like the way he looked down her shirt when she was looking at me. Not emotionally anyway. I was a little turned on for some reason and maybe that was the positive vibe she was picking up.
After a while he would pretend to take more shots but would be pouring them into his warm beer glass in a way where mom couldn’t see him do it. I could, but he knew i wouldn’t say anything. Mom kept drinking, thinking she was keeping up with him. After a while of this her words were hard to understand and she was slurring profusely.
He offered us a ride home. He and I had to hold my mom up as she walked. I didn’t like the way he had his arm around her waist. It felt like he was claiming her. At least we were going home.
Or so i thought. When i noticed he wasn’t going in the right direction. He told me not to worry about it. I picked up my phone. I couldn’t call my dad because he was out of town. I thought of calling my older brother. He used to defend me from this creep, and would hate to see mom anywhere near him. As i pondered it, he started feeling up my mom. She was half conscious of what was happening. He pulled her tits out of her shirt and i could see them exposed in the passenger side mirror.
I watched him fondle her tits and realized that he was the first man to see and touch them other than my father. I looked down at my brothers name in my phone and i decided to wait it out for a minute. He’s just copping a feel so far. It feels cruel to ruin his fun. I was getting hard watching him do it. He grabbed my mom’s hand and place it on his crotch. she was rubbing it slowly.
My heart was beating rapidly when we pulled up to his apartment. I sheeplshly helped him walk my mom up to his room. It was a one bedroom apartment. He told me i’d be sleeping in the main room and my mom would be sleeping in his. He pinched my moms ass as they walked into his room. I could see a camera and a tri-pod set up in there as the door closed.
I was still drunk, and full of adrenaline. Both from the dread and arousal of this reality i allowed. I took my phone out and thought hard about calling my brother. I didn’t know how i’d explain even ending up in this situation. I decided to take a quick peak into the room. I thought it was to see how my mom was doing, but i was rationalizing, really i was stalling before calling my brother.
When i pushed the door opened i was shocked to see him with his pants down fucking my mommy in the face. She was on her knees with her tits hanging out and her pants pulled to her ankles. I knew the right thing to do, but i was not only too afraid to do it, but i would have felt guilty for ruining the fun he was having. How many times do you get to fuck your classmates mom? All of a sudden i felt my phone vibrating. It was my brother calling. I looked down at the picture of my brother on my phone and than back up at the circus in front of me. I let the phone vibrate, and vibrate, and vibrate. and each time it did my heart jumped out of my chest.
When it finally stopped i felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders and i was now reserved to my current fate. I watched my moms head bob drunkenly back and forth on his cock knowing full well she didn’t know what she was doing. He took her pants off her ankles and he guided her onto his bed in the 69 position and she began taking his cock in her mouth while he licked her pussy. Her perfect ass bobbing up and down over his head.
My cock was the hardest it had ever been. All my life i’ve been threatened by tormentors who told me my mom’s sweet ass was a target for their huge cocks. i was always so scared, disgusted, and sometimes even aroused. Now that day was here and i was starting to see that all three of those feelings made for a deadly combination.I mean that in a good way. I felt good for my former classmate and relished in his victory over my families dignity. My hard cock was like a beacon for evil allowing me to betray my loved ones and root for my enemies.
My brother texted me suddenly and asked “Where are you guys?” Meanwhile, our mom was blowing on my bullies dick like she used to blow on the birthday candles i never had the strength to blow out myself. She blew on it like she blew up the balloons for all my birthday parties in the past. She blew on it like she blew on my sc****d knee when i wiped out on my new bike on my 8th birthday. I decided to make my first autonomous decision as a 21 year old man. The only decision i’ve felt i’ve made without outside pressure. I texted my brother saying, “We’re sleeping in the living room of my friend’s place. He lives by the club we were at.“
Seconds later he texted me back, "You had me worried. Okay, good night.” I sat down and watched my classmate go at it in countless positions. I never thought i’d see my mom’s body in such unnatural poses. I remembered my 12th birthday where the clown my mom hired showed up drunk. I remembered when he grabbed my moms ass and asked her to suck his dick before he was thrown out by my father. I remembered being scared but also aroused. I secretly thought that that was the greatest birthday gift i’ve ever gotten.
My mom took me to the bar on my 21st birthday because she knew i wouldn’t go alone. I accepted because i had no one else to go with and i decided i wanted to try to come out of my shell on my 21st year in life. i knew i made a mistake when all the guys at the bar were eyeing my mom up and down.
I saw a former classmate and bully there and my stomach dropped. He was now a famous internet pick up artist. He seen me and then seen my mother. He had the sleaziest smile on his face. He used to tease me with the other k**s in art class about fucking her. They all wanted to fuck her. But in reality they were all young k**s with no idea how to turn on a mature women like my mom. They would never get touch her. They would never even see her naked. At least not at that age.
My classmate was a bit more learned now, and it had my stomach in knots. He approached us at our table, and gave me a dirty look when he could tell i didn’t want him there. He introduced himself as a friend of mine from high school and began talking about fun time between us that never really happened. At the end of each story he’d ask “Remember that?”
When my mom would look at me for confirmation of these sweet little stories, and i’d take too long to answer he’d give me this dirty look from behind my mom’s head. I don’t know why i was so afraid of him as an adult. But that same old gut feeling came in and i did anything to avoid conflict.
He began buying us drinks as we talked. My mom seemed to really trust him and especially liked the fact that i was having a good time. But i wasn’t having a good time, i was just pretending to avoid pissing off my former classmate. I didn’t like the way he looked down her shirt when she was looking at me. Not emotionally anyway. I was a little turned on for some reason and maybe that was the positive vibe she was picking up.
After a while he would pretend to take more shots but would be pouring them into his warm beer glass in a way where mom couldn’t see him do it. I could, but he knew i wouldn’t say anything. Mom kept drinking, thinking she was keeping up with him. After a while of this her words were hard to understand and she was slurring profusely.
He offered us a ride home. He and I had to hold my mom up as she walked. I didn’t like the way he had his arm around her waist. It felt like he was claiming her. At least we were going home.
Or so i thought. When i noticed he wasn’t going in the right direction. He told me not to worry about it. I picked up my phone. I couldn’t call my dad because he was out of town. I thought of calling my older brother. He used to defend me from this creep, and would hate to see mom anywhere near him. As i pondered it, he started feeling up my mom. She was half conscious of what was happening. He pulled her tits out of her shirt and i could see them exposed in the passenger side mirror.
I watched him fondle her tits and realized that he was the first man to see and touch them other than my father. I looked down at my brothers name in my phone and i decided to wait it out for a minute. He’s just copping a feel so far. It feels cruel to ruin his fun. I was getting hard watching him do it. He grabbed my mom’s hand and place it on his crotch. she was rubbing it slowly.
My heart was beating rapidly when we pulled up to his apartment. I sheeplshly helped him walk my mom up to his room. It was a one bedroom apartment. He told me i’d be sleeping in the main room and my mom would be sleeping in his. He pinched my moms ass as they walked into his room. I could see a camera and a tri-pod set up in there as the door closed.
I was still drunk, and full of adrenaline. Both from the dread and arousal of this reality i allowed. I took my phone out and thought hard about calling my brother. I didn’t know how i’d explain even ending up in this situation. I decided to take a quick peak into the room. I thought it was to see how my mom was doing, but i was rationalizing, really i was stalling before calling my brother.
When i pushed the door opened i was shocked to see him with his pants down fucking my mommy in the face. She was on her knees with her tits hanging out and her pants pulled to her ankles. I knew the right thing to do, but i was not only too afraid to do it, but i would have felt guilty for ruining the fun he was having. How many times do you get to fuck your classmates mom? All of a sudden i felt my phone vibrating. It was my brother calling. I looked down at the picture of my brother on my phone and than back up at the circus in front of me. I let the phone vibrate, and vibrate, and vibrate. and each time it did my heart jumped out of my chest.
When it finally stopped i felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders and i was now reserved to my current fate. I watched my moms head bob drunkenly back and forth on his cock knowing full well she didn’t know what she was doing. He took her pants off her ankles and he guided her onto his bed in the 69 position and she began taking his cock in her mouth while he licked her pussy. Her perfect ass bobbing up and down over his head.
My cock was the hardest it had ever been. All my life i’ve been threatened by tormentors who told me my mom’s sweet ass was a target for their huge cocks. i was always so scared, disgusted, and sometimes even aroused. Now that day was here and i was starting to see that all three of those feelings made for a deadly combination.I mean that in a good way. I felt good for my former classmate and relished in his victory over my families dignity. My hard cock was like a beacon for evil allowing me to betray my loved ones and root for my enemies.
My brother texted me suddenly and asked “Where are you guys?” Meanwhile, our mom was blowing on my bullies dick like she used to blow on the birthday candles i never had the strength to blow out myself. She blew on it like she blew up the balloons for all my birthday parties in the past. She blew on it like she blew on my sc****d knee when i wiped out on my new bike on my 8th birthday. I decided to make my first autonomous decision as a 21 year old man. The only decision i’ve felt i’ve made without outside pressure. I texted my brother saying, “We’re sleeping in the living room of my friend’s place. He lives by the club we were at.“
Seconds later he texted me back, "You had me worried. Okay, good night.” I sat down and watched my classmate go at it in countless positions. I never thought i’d see my mom’s body in such unnatural poses. I remembered my 12th birthday where the clown my mom hired showed up drunk. I remembered when he grabbed my moms ass and asked her to suck his dick before he was thrown out by my father. I remembered being scared but also aroused. I secretly thought that that was the greatest birthday gift i’ve ever gotten.
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