A Twisted Birthday

The alarm woke me up, and I turned it off to see that it was Saturday, Aug. 13, my birthday. I pulled my body out of bed, excited and curious about what my mom would get me for the day. She got me my laptop for my 13th and bought me a car for my 16th. I grabbed my glasses off my nightstand and hurried down the hall to the kitchen. Mom was there in her business attire. She wore a navy blue suit and pants with her black hair in a bun. She was standing by the coffee machine as it brewed her cup with her back to me, giving a good look at her ass.

As I pulled out a cereal box, I walked over to the cabinet and said, "Morning, Mom."

She didn't acknowledge me as the coffee machine was finishing up, then she poured herself a cup and said after taking a cup, "Good morning, Eric." She said it sounded like how she would take to one of her employees at her company: kind but without affection. She placed her cup on the counter and added, "I have a business conference today so that I will be home late. There are frozen meals in the freezer, and I expect you to have all your homework done by tonight."

I looked at her with confusion and said, as I poured the cereal, "Mom, it's Saturday. Your conferences are on Mondays at the earliest."

She looked at me like I said something stupid, "Eric, I'm the CEO, I can have conferences whenever I want." She gulped the rest of her coffee and started to walk out when her phone rang. She answered it, but her jaw and hand went slack before she could say anything. The only thing keeping her phone next to her ear was the muscle at the base of her thumb.

After a gulp of cereal, I said, "Mom, what's up?" When she didn't answer, I walked over to her and waved my hand in front of her face. She didn't even acknowledge it, as if I wasn't there in front of her. I took her phone out of her hand and placed it on speaker.

A cocky male's voice came out, "-obey every command given with a 'yes master.' Do you understand?"

Mom said in a slurred monotone, "Yeeesss, Massster."

I was stunned and confused about what was going on, and I missed out on what was said until my mom said, "My life and body are your's, Massster."

I decided to speak up, "Um, hello?"

The cocky voice paused for a few moments, then said, "Well, if it isn't the son. How are you this fine morning?"

I glanced at Mom, who was standing there with a bit of drool dripping from his mouth. I said, "Um, fine. So, who are you, and what did you do to mom?"

It sounded like the man just remembered her, "Oh! Hang on a moment. Slave, your son is your master. If you understand, give him a kiss on the lips and pledge your servitude."

Mom jerked like she was shocked as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I was stunned as she cupped my face and kissed me before pulling back and saying, "I pledge my life, body, and company to you. You can do anything you wish to me, and I will obey." Her eyes were glassy as she panted heavily." My brain was short-circuiting from what was going on, so I dropped Mom's phone to the ground.

The voice laughed and said, "Was the kiss enough to make you melt? I guess you were never kissed before." After another fit of laughter, he added, "As for who I am, it doesn't matter. Have fun and happy birthday."

I dove for the phone and said with confusion, "Hang on! How the fuck do you know it's my birthday...Hello? Hello?" I looked at it to see that the call ended and hit redial, but all I got was the automatic 'The number you call is unavailable.' I threw the phone with a yell in anger and watched the phone shatter on the wall and fall to the floor.

Mom jolted from the shatter of the phone and looked at me with her sad eyes. "Honey, that was my phone."

I sighed, "Sorry, but you can always buy a new phone with the money you make. Do you know that asshole on the phone?"

She half attempted to fold her arms, "No, I don't know who that is, and don't try to change the subject. You know full well not to throw other's stuff." Then she smiled and added with a kind and sultry tone, "Now, Does the birthday boy want his mom to help him relieve some of that stress of school, I can give you a blowjob, or you can fuck any hole you want."

I shook my head and said, "Not happening."

I was heading back to my room when I felt her arms around my waist and her large breast push into my back. Then I heard her say next to my ear, "Please, Master~. You don't want to have fun with your birthday gift?"

I shuddered from her breath tickling my ear, "Mom, I'm not going to use you. You're my mom."

She let go of me and walked around me, "Well, as your mom and your slave, I want and beg you to use me." She planted a kiss on my lips as she reached into my pajamas to grasp my cock. I gasped sharply at it, and she pulled back with a smile. That's when I noticed her piercing steel blue eyes were now a dull glacier blue. She pulled his pants down as she slid down, letting my cock spring out. I snapped out of it when she said, while jerking me off, "Now, back to my phone that 'you' broke." She went off on how that was irresponsible that was of me to throw her phone at the wall while slowly stroking me. My cock was hurting from the attention it was getting.

I gasped as she stopped and licked it from hilt to tip. I said as I gripped her hair, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

She smiled and said, "I'm just being a good mother and your present."

With my anger at this, I got my breath back and yanked her hair back, "If you are my pet, then you won't do anything that I didn't permit you to do. You're mine to do with as I please, remember? It's not the other way around." Mom was panting, her eyes seeming to dull more. I don't know if it was from her being aroused or from whatever that asshole did to mom. I bent down and said, "Now, obey and say what you are."

Mom said as she dropped her hands to her thighs, "I'm your present, mom, and whatever else you want me to be, even a fucktoy."

I angled her head back more and said, "Take your pants off and get on the couch with your ass up." Then I let go of her hair, and she laid down on her back and removed her pants to show that she was wearing red-laced panties; then she crawled onto the couch like a pet would.

When she got up to the couch and said as she lifted her ass into the air, "Please, Master, fuck my ass. Make me yours."

I stepped out of my pajama pants, kneeled on the couch behind her, and slowly slid her panties. Her pussy was dripping like crazy down her thighs. I let out a quick laugh and rubbed my cock on her slick pussy, making her moan and shudder. She looked over her shoulder and looked at her, begging for it. I smiled and thrust abruptly into her slick pussy.

She gasped, "Oh fuck, you feel so good, Master."

I dug my fingers into her bun and pulled her head back. I growled out as I fucked her hard, "You will give me anything and everything of yours."

Her pussy clenched around me as she came, "Yes, Master! You own everything of mine, even my existence!" I didn't tell her that and just chalked it up to being a part of the moment as I brought my hand down on her ass. With a loud crack, she screamed in ecstasy as I shook out my hand. A red handprint formed on her left ass cheek, then I did it with the right.

After a few more smacks, she looked broken, with her ass looking like a large cherry tomato. And with her pussy sucking my cock into her, it made it so that I couldn't hold it back anymore and came in her. She moaned that, for some reason, sounded more like she was mooing.

I pulled out of her and released the grip on her hair, and she slumped onto the couch with her tongue flopping out. I laughed and said as I got up, "What are you, a fucking cow?"

She smiled weakly and said, "Moo." I walked over to her pants, pulled her wallet out, and said as I patted her head with it, "I'm going to go get the cake, and you're going to pay for it. Then I'll come back and play with you some more."

She flipped onto her back and said as she undid her work jacket, "Mooo."

I frowned at her, "Knock it off."

She smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, honey. I couldn't resist." I shook my head and entered the garage while grabbing my keys off the rack. Inside the garage was a rusty and beaten Chevrolet. I couldn't remember its model. Its grey paint was peeling off, exposing the frame in a few spots. I've been meaning to get it touched up but decided against it since it gives it personality. I hopped in and drove to get the items.

After nearly three hours, I got the cake, ice cream, a remote toy for Mom, filled up my car, and some other miscellaneous items. I pulled into the garage and walked in. Mom was rubbing her clit on the couch to get her ready for me. Her eyes were back to a glassy look of lust as she panted my name while watching TV. Her large breasts were heaving as she moaned and squirted all over the couch.

I said in a stern tone, "Did I say you can play with yourself?"

She whipped her hand out of her with a speed that seemed inhumanly impossible and said, "Sorry, Honey or Master, I just couldn't help it while waiting for you to return. Please, this whore of mother's ass for a punishment." She didn't wait for me to say a thing and pressed herself against the wall. She turned to me with that lustful gaze while begging for it.

I laughed and said as I set the stuff down, "The asshole did a number on you, didn't he?"

She somehow smirked while making it look submissive, "Yes, Master~, I'm wet for you any and every time of day. He called your phone while you were gone, reinforcing it in me."

I walked up behind her and pressed the tip to her ass, "Now, Mom, I want you to scream for me." I thrust into her ass.

Her body tensed up as her eyes widened with her ass widening, "Oh fuck! That's it, fuck your mommy slave's ass!" I pushed her head against the wall and fucked her harder. I was sure that the cops were going to be called for her wails and screams of pleasure. I couldn't hold it back and came inside her ass.

After I was done, I pulled out of her and noticed that there was a puddle under her. I rubbed her ass, making her wince and moan as I said, "How many times did my pet cum from me?"

Her mouth flopped open again as she whimpered, "T-too many, Master." I let go of her and was surprised that she was still standing. I put the stuff away, and it was still hard. I came out of the kitchen to see her kneeling, "Ready for round 3, Master~?"

I lost track of time and how long we went at it. At some point, I ended up passing out from exhaustion. I woke up to see my mom lying limp on the coffee table with cum dripping out both her holes and covered. Her breasts had bite marks and were red on the sides, and her glassy eyes were half-lidded as they stared at the ceiling; at some point, her bun came undone, and there was a faint hum coming from her ass. I knocked on her head, and she jumped from it. She tried to stand up but fell from exhaustion, then she knelt and said, "Master, do you wish to use me more?"

I laughed and said, "No, I'm exhausted, in pain, and hungry. And please stop with the master."

She got up unsteadily and kissed me on the forehead, "That's a good master of a son. Get your homework done, and I'll shower, then cook dinner. Unless Master loves me looking like this."

I shook my head, "No, get yourself cleaned up and dressed." My eyes widened, "Shit, what about your conference?"

She waved a hand as she walked to the bathroom, "Don't worry. I let them know that it was postponed until Monday while you were gone earlier and that there might be a change in leadership, but I would have to see."

It took my brain a bit to process what she was talking about, but she was in the bathroom when it clicked. I shook my head and went to my room to do my homework.

I was halfway done when a soft knock on the door was the only warning before my mom opened the door with a piece of the cake. She wore a see-through top and shorts, "I'm too worn out from our playtime, so I ordered pizza and will take a quick nap. But here's a slice of cake to tide you over until they arrive." She handed it to me with a fork on the side and said jokingly, "Now, don't go ruining your appetite." She laughed with me shaking my head, then added, "Have a good birthday and enjoy it while this lasts, 'cause tomorrow you will be helping me clean up the entire house and helping me pick out a phone to replace the one you broke."

I sighed, "Yes, Mom." I ate the chocolate cake as I watched her leave, as her ass swayed back and forth. If I wasn't so exhausted and in pain, I would've pushed her against the wall, but I played enough. I took the plate downstairs to hear my phone go off in the front room. I picked it up and saw that it said restricted number. I answered it and said, "Hello?"

The voice that I never wanted to hear again said, "It was rude for you to destroy your mom's phone, but that was beside the point. How was your birthday gift?"

I gritted my teeth, "It's none of your damn business, Asshole."

The voice said, "That's fair. This is the last time I will call either of you unless you want to thank me by letting me have a go." The doorbell ringing paused my words as I grabbed Mom's wallet. I pulled out a $20 and was about to answer the door when the voice said, "Hello? You there?"

I lifted the phone to my ear and said, "Not happening."