The Birthday Boy's Voyeuristic Surprise
Kristen is eager for a new story. She has one hot idea. She sits down and begins her work.
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Hank Carmichael
I was hanging out with Carter in my bedroom playing PS5.
"Damn, I wish those daughters of yours were here," I said, nodding to my friend Carter. "They were so much fun to gangbang."
"Seemed like you had more fun watching," Carter said.
I blushed. It had been hot, but... I couldn't let my friend know that. "I was just getting the lay of the land. That was all new to me. Never seen anything like it. That was wild."
"Yeah." Carter grinned at me. "Got special plans for your birthday?"
"Probably just get some cake from Mom and go to a movie," I said. "That Godzilla movie's out. You want to see it."
"Big ape punch big lizard," Carter said. "I'm in. So, no MILFs at your party. Beside your Mom."
"Gross, she's my mom," I said.
"Aunts?" Carter asked.
"Got an uncle that likes to cook meth and rot in prison," I said. "No aunts. Sorry."
* * *
Carter has a naughty surprise party planned for Hank. One that Hank will blow a gasket. He'll love every second of it.
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Hank Carmichael
"You sure having a party at your house is better than going to see the Godzilla versus Kong movie?" I asked, hitting the buttons on the controller.
"Trust me," said Carter. "I have invited some special guests to make your birthday memorable."
"Those daughters of yours?" I asked with a sly grin, my cock so hard for them. "You are such a lucky son of a bitch. You have two hot girlfriends and two slutty twin daughters that are ripe and ready to be fucked. So, who is it going to be? Some sluts from St. Tatiana's? Some of the porn stars that work for you mom? Who?"
"You'll just have to skip out on the big ape punch big lizard movie to find out," Carter said.
"Shit, I'll be there," I said.
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Carter's invited special guests. The night has arrived. Hank is eager to rush up to the front door and find out just what sort of birthday party he's in for. He has no idea just how naughty it's going to be.
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Hank Carmichael
I could not wait for my birthday party. It was three fucking days away. I gripped the PlayStation controller and hit--
--the doorbell. It rang as I pulled my hand away. My birthday was finally here. It seemed just like a few minutes ago that Carter had told me about his surprise. The chimes rang through his house. I was so hard.
Carter opened the door wearing a robe like Hugh Hefner. He grinned at me and motioned me in.
The living room was empty of anyone else. There were several cameras that were on tripods all aimed at the center of the room. The furniture had been moved out of the way, but there were pillows and blankets scattered across the floor. A single chair lay in the center. It had a cheat crown on it that said, "Birthday Boy."
"There's your throne, man," said Carter. He pulled out a blindfold. "You sit down, put on your crown, and put this on, then the women will show up."
"I don't get to know who they are?" I asked.
Excited giggles came from upstairs. They were here. God, what if it was Carter's hot mom and his sister? I heard rumors that his sister was a dyke, but maybe she just hid being a slut. And Carter's mom made porn, so she had to be a whore at heart.
"Sure thing," I said. The cameras made so much sense, only... Why was the chair to the side? One of the cameras was aimed at it, though. It was all so exciting. I loved watching porn, especially the depraved stuff Carter's mom made.
Real incest porn. Fathers deflowering daughters. Mothers fucking sons and daughters. Sisters lezzing out. Such wild smut.
I was so hard as I put on the blindfold than the crown. I sat on my "throne," the women giggling upstairs again. I ached so much, just wanting to just whip my cock out and masturbate right here and now. The aching need to do that throbbed through me.
Damn, I was so hard.
"Okay, ladies," said Carter. "The birthday boy has his crown on."
The women giggled again. Heels clicked on the hardwood steps as they descended. I pictured those twin daughters of Carter, their hair in pigtails. They were such sluts with bouncing breasts and toned bodies. They would be so hot.
They came closer and closer to me. I felt them right before me. I could smell the perfume they wore. I breathed it in as they cooed. Then they both kissed me on the cheek. I shuddered at the silky warmth of their lips.
"Happy birthday," they both cooed together, their voices low and throaty.
"Yes," I groaned, my cock so hard.
They moved away from me, though. Then Carter groaned, "You can take it off. Surprise!"
I took it off to see two women kneeling before Carter. They were kissing the tip of his cock. The cameras all had red lights blinking, recording the sight. The two women were wearing ribbons wrapped around their bodies. They weren't his daughters, though, because they were obviously MILFs, their hair long and curly, one black and the other brown. Bright-red lipstick adorned their lips and glitter gleamed across their bodies like strippers. They flicked their tongues around his cock then kissed.
I groaned as I watched the two women kissing. I was seeing their faces. There was something familiar about them. They wore makeup to really make themselves look like trashy porn stars. Their tongues danced together.
"I know how much you love to watch," said Carter. "So I arranged your own personal porno."
"Happy birthday," the two MILFs purred as they turned to look at me, their hazel eyes smoky.
"Mom!" I gasped at the sight of my married mother wearing the red ribbon about her large breasts. "Aunt Brenda!" My mom's younger sister smiled, her own wedding ring gleaming on her left hand. "What the fuck?"
