Son's Surprise Birthday Gift

Carter was almost nineteen having just graduated high school. He was in most respects your average Joe kid. He wasn't super athletic, he wasn't super genius. He wasn't shunned at school, but he wasn't in the popular circles either.

So, upon graduation he had no college prospects. He lived with his mother, they weren't hurting for money, but they couldn't live extravagantly. His father had left when he was nine and it had been just him and his mother since then.

He wasn't totally socially awkward, but he was a bit shy; as such he didn't really try to get involved with the girls much, even as he, like every other testosterone filled young man wanted to do nothing more than be having wild sex with many of them. His other problem? He had a huge crush on his mother.

Carter had no idea why his mother, Amanda, didn't have men knocking down the door, at least that he saw. She was striking. She was 36 years old and totally in her prime. At 5'4, she wasn't tall but she wasn't all that short either. She had strawberry blonde hair that waved around her head, her tits were not super large, but they were a plump 36C that required no push up bra; in fact as far as he could tell, (when he thought he could get away with a look), she were bras that were of very thin material and only just supported them. Her waist was slender without being super skinny and her legs seemed to be sculpted like a model.

Amanda's job was an office assistant, so she was always in business attire, but her business attire always seemed to fit her like a glove and be oh so alluring even though it wasn't meant to be. She always wore skirts, business of course, but what they formed around was an ass that was firm and shapely. Most of the time she wore stockings; he knew because one day he snuck in to see if she had pantyhose or stockings. To his delight, she wore stockings. He loved looking at her stocking clad legs and imagining what treasure trove lay just beyond his sight and reach.

Carter had gotten into the habit of looking at porn on his computer, and the porn he looked at most was women who resembled his mother and reading stories of mother and son incest online. To imagine if one day his mother was adoring his cock as these women did the cocks they were presented with was more than he could bare at times. He had started gathering her used stockings, to feel their silky smoothness on his cock as he masturbated to the images, videos, and stories. He thought he was careful enough that when he came, he pulled out of the stockings, but sometimes he wasn't fast enough...

Amanda was lonely. She was hit on at her office all the time by her coworkers, male and female, and of course, her bosses. She would always politely demure, though the thought of having some wild sex thrilled her. She didn't want to mix work with sex, she could do without that drama if things did not work out right. She would occasionally go out, and even rarer, possibly even have sex, but it never seemed right, never felt thrilling or satisfying in more than just an itch scratched.

But at home at night when her son Carter was asleep, she went to her secret hideaway where she kept her toys. She would lick on them to get them wet, and then she would insert a small butt plug up her ass as she would slowly fuck her pussy with a dildo. Even though she didn't have outside sex much, she still kept her self shaved, with just a tuft of strawberry blonde above her clit, but smooth for all else.

She would fuck herself like this till she came hard, thinking some stud, or occasionally some woman with a strap on were slowly methodically filling her pussy. Once she came, she would lick the dildo clean, she loved the taste of her own cream, it was silky and sweet and thick, so it was almost like cleaning a man's cum off his cock once done.

But one day, things changed. She was doing her laundry and she was hand washing her stockings when she noticed something wrong with a pair of her white stockings. She almost failed to notice it at first. Wondering she looked and brought it up and there was still just the slightest pungent aroma, it was cum! It had been awhile, but she still knew what cum smelled like. That could only mean that Carter had been using her stockings to ejaculate into. She was going to confront him that was for sure. But she couldn't right now as he was out and about. She wanted to see if he had anymore of her stockings though.

Going into Carter's room, typical teenage mess, she began looking around to see if she could find anymore of her stockings hidden somewhere. She checked the nightstand, under the mattress and as she went around to check the other side, she bumped into his computer desk, shaking it slightly. She would not have given it a second thought except when she bumped it, the screen came to life. He must have forgot to turn it off when he left, she thought. But then Amanda saw what was on the screen. Incest videos of mothers and sons. She began to look at them, feeling both a sense of dread and at the same time, a tingling sensation down in her pussy. Amanda began to shake, a moan escaped her lips.

Hurriedly, she left the room going to her own. Shutting the door, she ran to where she kept her toys, grabbing her plug and dildo she lay atop her bed, stripping down, there was no need to lick and suck on her toys before hand, she was almost literally cumming; she was so wet. Not really knowing what was coming over her, she inserted the butt plug into her ass, and began to quickly fuck herself with her dildo, her moans louder and louder as she was possessed like never before. As her dildo rammed in and out of her pussy, she could only think and see Carter above her, thrusting his cock into her pussy, owning her pussy, and she was loving it. She wanted him to have her pussy, oh, what was she thinking..her son...but oh the thought of it, forbidden but thrilling. She screamed his name as she finished slamming her dildo hard into her pussy, she could feel her orgasm as she came; the dildo and her hand covered in her cream. Licking her cream off her dildo and fingers, eyes closed in bliss, she had a plan.

Carter had gone out for the day, quickly getting bored at the mall, so returned home to maybe watch a movie or play a game, and when his mom went to bed, maybe he'd fire up his computer and jack off to some porn imaging it was him and his mother.

As Carter came into the house, it was strangely quiet, mom was usually all abustle when she was home, but there was a strange sound coming from the back. Going down the hall way, he heard something he didn't think he would hear outside of his porn videos. He was outside his mother's room and could distinctly hear her moaning inside. Was she with someone? Did she think he would be gone long enough to bring some strange guy into the house to bang her while he was out? Angry that his mother would do that, but also aroused hearing his mother in sexual bliss, he froze. Did she just say HIS name?

Carter tested the door, and the knob turned ever so slightly in his hand, slowly, ever so slowly, he opened the door. The sight before him was a sight he never thought he would see; on the bed before him was his mother Amanda, legs lifted and spread, he saw her pounding a dildo into her pussy harder and faster and she even had a butt plug in her ass! He groaned so hard he was surprised he didn't give himself away. And yes, she was calling HIS name as she did it. It was a dream like no other. She was thinking of having sex with him! But could the dream and the fantasy of they both shared come to reality? Carter shut the door, quickly but quietly, as he did not want his mother to know he knew and possibly ruin the moment. But how could it come to pass? Of that, he wasn't sure of yet...

For the next couple of weeks, the atmosphere in the house for both Amanda and her son Carter was tense and somewhat awkward. It wasn't so much the matter of each of them keeping their fantasy of fucking the other, they could do that, but what made it so intense was the fact that each of them knew the other was thinking of fucking them.

Each night Amanda would go to her room and get her favorite toys out to fuck herself while thinking of Carter. She would be grabbing and licking her nipples as she thrust the dildo into her pussy, moaning ever louder.

Carter for his part, would try to listen just outside her door, and when she really got to going, he would crack the door open just a bit to see his mothers hand moving up and down, fucking herself silly with her dildos. She was so wet, it was so hot, he could actually hear the dildo as it slurped in and out of her pussy. He was dying to feel it and to taste her.

Then Carter would hurry back to his room and grab one of her stockings that he had managed to stash away and hide, slide it over his cock and begin to pump it furiously, imagining that it was not a dildo inside his mother, but him. As he would cum, he would yell out, "Oh Mom!"

The roles were reversed by this time as Amanda, once she recovered, was usually outside of Carters room as he would finish himself off, making her even hornier as she would slide her fingers over her clit, she didn't dare open his door. She was afraid she would get caught. She would go back to her room and lick her fingers, imagining that his spunk was mixed with her cream.

But during the days, both would have second thoughts. As much as each desired the other, there was that line. Dare they cross it? Oh, how both wanted it, but not knowing if they should cross it and what that would mean. In a way, it was actually funny that they could barely look at one another or speak to one another, but it was like it was understood what was happening, just not knowing what to do next.

Finally, Thursday came, the night before Carter's birthday.

While at dinner, Amanda finally got some courage to talk to Carter some. "Honey?"

"Yeah mom?" He replied.

Amanda took a deep breath and let it out. "Tomorrow being your birthday, when you get home, get cleaned up, we are going to go out for dinner, and not to the usual fare, we are going to that somewhat upscale restaurant, so I want you to look nice, ok?"

"Aw, Mom, we don't have to do that" "That's enough, I want us to go, and we are going to go. Besides, " she paused for just a moment, "I think you will enjoy yourself like never before." Carter stopped to look at her, catching his breath, 'could she mean what he thought?' 'No, that's just my wishful thinking.' He continued to think to himself. "Ok Mom, I'll get cleaned up nice."

"That's mommy's good boy" And Amanda slid away from the table to clean up dinner.

Friday had arrived. Carter came home and ran to take a shower, as promised, he actually put on his nicer clothes rather than jeans and a t shirt. He was excited and anxious, but he also knew he really didn't have cause to be, but there was a hope. Finishing up, he looked in the mirror, hair all combed, nice button down shirt with a casual tie, and a set of Docker khakis. Coming out of his room he looked around but his mother still hadn't finished.

"Mom, I'm done, but if you take much longer, we will have to do Wendy's or something."

Amanda came home early Friday, taking a shower she made sure she was shaven except for the little tuft of hair above her clit, she made sure her legs were silky smooth. She couldn't almost tell if she was wet from the shower or wet from anticipation. Stepping out, she went into her closet and selected a sheer white negligee with garter belt. Her tits were perky enough she needed, nor did she want a bra, once things got to this point, she wanted her tits to be seen, even covered as they were, the fabric as silky and sheer. Her red nipples standing out behind the white lace.

After putting this on, she got matching white stockings and pulled them up her legs, imagining what the sight of them would do for her son Carter. Next, she picked out a red cocktail dress she had bought for this night. It wrapped around her backside, enveloping her ass, and it was double slitted down each side, allowing ample leg to show.

She finally heard Carter come home and go to his room to get cleaned up for the evening. She took a drink of some wine she had bought earlier, she didn't want to be drunk, but she did need, even as excited as she was, some liquid courage to see her through what she was about to do.

She pulled her hair up, coifing it up on one side of her head, her strawberry blonde hair, with just a slight whisper loose. Next she put on her make up, she didn't wear most times, not even at work, she looked good without it. But tonight she wanted to look amazing. Eyeliner, mascara, and bright red lipstick, with a finish gloss that would ensure that no matter what her lips did tonight, her lips would remain a bright shiny red.

"Mom, I'm done, but if you take much longer, we will have to do Wendy's or something." She heard him yell. Smiling, she slipped into a pair of open toe red 5 inch heels.

Opening her door, Amanda stepped out, "I'm ready, are you?" She asked in a husky voice. She may not have told Carter that tonight was a date and a surprise, but that's exactly what it was to her and oh was she so horny for it. She did not put underwear on, she wanted to be bare, but she was so wet, her lips slid back and forth against one another between her legs, she could feel small lines of her cream, slide down her inner thigh.

"Well, it's about ti...Oh my God, Mom! You are fucking gorgeous! I'm sorry, I just meant, wow, you look stunning." Carter couldn't contain himself looking at this beauty that you only see on tv or in movies. But it, she, was real, and she was with him tonight. He was going to jerk himself into oblivion tonight with this image of his mother.

Amanda smiled and the jaw drop look on Carter's face said it all to her and she knew, that yes, tonight his birthday surprise would be one he would never forget.

The ride in the car was eerily quiet but Carter couldn't take his eyes off his mothers legs, he felt his cock growing in his pants and the bulge showed.

"So you like how mommy turned out tonight honey?" She asked in a cooing voice. "I certainly like what I see," as she looked over at Carter and pointedly at the bulge in his pants.

"Um, yeah, I do mom, I really do. If I can say it, you are really hot and super sexy looking. I'm sorry, but its true"

"Thank you baby, I really appreciate that. I tried to look like pretty arm candy for my man tonight"

Pretty? She looked like a trophy wife! They arrived at the restaurant soon enough and the night actually passed for as normal a night as you could think.

Except that Amanda allowed her hands to constantly seek Carter's hands and rub them slightly, then dropping them down to lightly caress his leg. She couldn't help but smile when she could hear him moan slightly under his breath.

After they ate, they sat and talked about innocuous things, but all the while Amanda kept touching Carter, finally, his hand in hers, she pulled ever so slightly, and his hand came easily over to her leg, touching her stocking clad leg.

Carter was about to cum in his pants, his mom had been relentless in teasing him tonight, and now, he is actually touching her stocking covered leg, it was so smooth, just like when it covered his cock, but now it was covering a treasure he wanted more than anything. Taking a deep breath, and thinking that if she could do it to him, since she did put his hand on her leg, he was going to stroke her leg.

They were in a dark corner booth so there was no one to really see or hear what was transpiring there in public. But Amanda and Carter were all too aware, their senses heightened like never before.

Carter slid his hand slowly up and down his mother's leg, feeling how nice they were in feel and then on of his fingers felt something wet.

'Oh my God,' He thought, she is creaming herself right here, right now. Feeling ever bolder, he slid his hand up further and then inside his mother's thigh, to the honey pot that he so desired.

Amanda felt her son's movement and where he was going, she couldn't help herself, and at this point, she didn't care to stop, she let out a small moan herself now, her legs opening of their own volition. His fingers touched the outside of her now on fire pussy, lips swollen and wet. Slowly he circled the outside of her pussy lips, exploring the outer reaches of her pussy, then his thick fingers eased in.

"Ughn..Oh God, baby." She whimpered. Reaching over she now boldly reached for his cock to grab it as his fingers delved inside of her. Amanda was in thrall, his cock was at least 8 inches if she had to guess and fairly thick. She unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out under the table. She felt the warmth of her son's cock in her hand. She could barely wrap her hand around it.

Slowly she began to stroke him as he fingered her. "Oh, mom. That feels so nice, I love your hand on my cock and the feel of your pussy, its so wet." Hearing Carter moan out that sentence and that is when the utter amazement of what they were doing, where they were doing it and who she was doing it with struck her and she came, right then, creaming all over his hand. Amanda slumped ever so slightly, shaking in her orgasm. Trying to catch her breath.

"Oh, mom. That feels so nice, I love your hand on my cock, and the feel of your pussy, its so wet" Carter managed to gasp out quietly. Then he felt his mother cum, his hand was covered in her cream. She stopped stroking his cock, but had not let go, he looked over at her and slowly started to pull his hand from between her legs. He wanted to taste her cream.

Amanda stopped her son. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted him to, but not yet. "Not here, not yet baby." Then she pulled his hand to her mouth and licked and sucked her cream off his fingers. Carter could scarcely breath.

"Baby, put your cock back in your pants, its time we went home and you got to play with your present."

The car ride home for Amanda and Carter was torture on them both. Carter kept running his hand over his mother's stocking clad legs and as he could he tried to reach that soaking wet honey pot in between. For her part, Amanda had her hand on Carter's cock through his pants, rubbing and squeezing the whole way. No words were really spoken, as their breath was catching in their throats the whole way and Amanda was also trying to do her best to stay on the road. The smell of her sex permeated throughout the car.

Finally arriving home, they both practically leapt from the car in their desire to get into the house. Grabbing Carter by the hand, Amanda pulled him rapidly behind her into her room.

Both standing at the end and edge of the bed, Amanda turned to Carter and looked him up and down, hungry now for what they were about to do.

"Baby, I want you to know, I am still your mother. You will still respect me. But know this, on the off chance you haven't figured it out, I am your birthday present honey." Slowly turning, she gave Carter a view of her whole body, to let the image of her in that red cocktail dress, white stockings, and red strap on open toe heels adorning her. Once facing him she ran her hands up and down her body.

"This is mommy's present for you baby. Me. As your present, I am your present. So, that means that yes baby, if you want to do it, do it. If you want me to do it, tell me to do it. Within reason, anything you want is what you get." Reaching behind her back, she unzipped the dress, and it slid to the floor. Revealing her in the sheer white negligee top with connected garter belt.

Carter's mind was awhirl. He knew what was going to happen obviously, but still had a hard time comprehending that it was ACTUALLY happening. He was enraptured as he looked into his mother's eyes as she spoke to him, her tongue playing over her ruby red lips as she spoke. Watching her spin around and caress her body were almost enough to make him explode right there, his pants were stretching at the seams he as so hard as he had never been before.