Mother's Birthday Gift

My birthday was far more of a bore than I ever thought it would be, especially one hyped up all of my life to be a milestone. Turning 18 not to a resounding applause, but to a boring day job. My girlfriend, if I could even call her that anymore, was not making the transition easier. My eyes opened up from the creeping sunlight to shake me from any pleasant dream I was having. My phone buzzing from a notification I had missed from earlier,

"Happy Birthday hon~! <3" Read a text from Amanda, my girlfriend. It was a nice gesture as opposed to how we screamed at each other the previous night. But still, I found myself feeling unfulfilled. Not to mention the need to hash out our concerns another way.

I kept the phone in my hand as I walked down the stairs. The scent of toast immediately became apparent as I entered the kitchen. My mother, still in her sleeping attire, stood happily by the table as she clapped her hands together at the sight of me.

"There he is," she bounced forward to meet me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pressing into me. Age was kind to her, and as she pressed into me it clicked how surprised I was at her still being single. She did yoga, leaving her very well built, I could feel the definition in her muscles around my neck. Her breasts were extremely soft, pressing deep into my chest.

Sneaking a peek around her back, despite her robe, made it apparent how firm her ass was from consistent workouts. She kept her grip around me for a long time, made longer by how much I was ogling her body. Finally snapping out of it by the time she released me, and gripped my shoulders.

"So, I got a great surprise for you after work! Me and you are gonna have a wonderful party afterwards." Her smile was infectious but the disease did not catch onto me. My mood was still soured, and my begrudged smile did not get past her eye whatsoever.

"Is...something wrong?" She muttered, chipper mood fading.

"No, nothing, your plans sound wonderful." I responded, anything to get her happy again. Her mood seemed to improve slightly.

"Tired of spending birthdays with your mother already?" She said it with a smirk but I could tell the question was serious.

"I don't think I ever could." I meant what I said. She looked into my eyes, rich brown staring into me. She had swept her shoulder length hair to the side earlier allowing her face to be completely unblocked. Her concern for today was showing quickly however. A dour expression slowly growing towards a pout.

"Can I...do anything for you? More than making breakfast, I mean." Her hands gestured toward the food at the table.

"You've already done enough, Mom, thank you. I just need to get past work today." I muttered. I took a step towards the door only to be stopped by her palm grasping my stomach.

"Just skip it." Her tone turned stern as she looked at me, her brows furrowed slightly.

"But...you said-"

"I know what I said. Just do not make it a habit, just for today alright?" I was stunned for a brief moment. But I nodded at the chance to get out of work on my birthday.

"Alright just let me call them."

"Great! Meet me upstairs after...all this work nonsense has gotten you so tense." Her palm traced up my stomach before lightly tapping my chin. Her glee was getting to me but something else gnawed at me.

It was getting hard for her. I hadn't even noticed it happening at the moment. Her palm grazing me, her eyes, I was thinking of lifting her robe... I had to snap out of it. I had to stop thinking of what she looked like under her robe in just her panties. The smell of her hair and the feel of her naked tits. I had to stop thinking of the noise she might make if I pinched her nipples.

I brought out my phone, and skipped through Amanda's notifications to go through my contacts. The number of my boss lay right next to my thumb begging to be pushed so I could get out of today. And with a single thumb press, I did just that.

I opened the door to her bedroom with extreme curiosity. My answer was quick to what her activity was and I was no less worried about it. Changed out of her nightgown and into a form fitting sports bra and leggings was my mother. Her face beamed with joy as I entered the room.

"I thought we could spend the morning together destressing before we head out for the afternoon. How does that sound, baby?" I wanted to say no from the simple fact that I wasn't going to last long here. My heart pounded and I could feel my head losing blood only to be given to another appendage.

"Can we...skip the yoga?"

"Oh come on now, get over here on the mat already silly." She beckoned for me with her index finger. A light blue yoga mat lay underneath her skittish and excited bare feet. After taking a deep breath I stepped onto the mat, and allowed her to push me to my knees.

"Close your eyes now hon," she muttered. Getting closer to my ear I could hear the light pops in her mouth from its moisture. I did as I was instructed as she let her hands travel towards my chest again.

"Now just breathe in..." She finished saying this by taking a deep breath herself.

"And out." She exhaled onto my neck as a shock went through my body. She repeated herself again and I followed her breaths. Becoming rhythm to me quickly enough. As I took another breath in I could feel her hands going lower.

At first to my stomach where I felt the pads of her fingers. Then to the brim of my pants as I felt her grip tighten and a small chuckle emanate from her chest. And soon inches from my cock as the tickling warmth of her hands drew near. My breathing shuddered, my mouth opened to say something.

"Just keep breathing baby..." She whispered into my ear. I tried to keep my breathing in rhythm but the mere thought of her touching me made my body shudder. With her right hand she wrapped around my cock, my senses being quickly overwhelmed as my breaths turned to an embarrassing whimper. Any noise I tried to make was overtaken by a shallow single vowel.

Her left hand pushed down on my pants low enough for her to free my dick from its cloth prison. I almost buckled into her and fall into pieces, her hand still unmoving.

"Mom...I-" I finally got a word out. Trying to speak to her as my brain fogged over. I should really stop her. I have a girlfriend. I can't let my mother touch me like this.

"Don't speak." She told me. Any attempt of forming a sentence was made impossible as she stroked downwards on my cock. Moving her hand upwards to catch my quickly dribbling precum before thrusting the liquid across my base. My breathing sped up, her nails gently running up my forearm as the heat from her mouth swept across my neck.

"Oh baby, baby look at me..." Her other hand grabbed my chin and pushed it to face her as I opened my eyes to see her.

"Mommy is going to relieve you, okay? I'm gonna jerk you off...and you are going to cum in my hands. Alright?" Her stern look was back as she stared into my eyes. I couldn't stop her even if I wanted to. My cock twitched and tingled, a warmth from deep inside growing. I stuttered out a moan, I couldn't speak. I couldn't act. Her expression softened, a smirk growing quickly.

"Good boy~" She cooed, her hand started to speed up. She knew I was close, my breathing didn't help me conceal it. My pitch was getting higher and I whimpered more and more, my legs shaking. Her free hand reached down to wrap around my waist, I could feel her breasts against me. They pressed into my back and I could feel their supple form. My cock was at its limit, I couldn't hold it any more. I felt my body shake, I let out a high pitched wince.

"Mom- I'm...!" She didn't need me to finish my sentence. I shot my hips forward as her hand sped up, I felt my tip's sensitivity skyrocket as her lubricated hand stimulated it again and again. Sputtering out cum onto the yoga mat that acted as a towel to catch it all. I felt her tighten around me to stop me from moving.

"Good boy, that's it." Those words surrounded my fogged head as I shook and tried miserably to break free of her hands. Weeks of pent up sperm kept leaking out, she just kept repeating herself between giggles and joyful chuckles. Good boy.

Her hand slowed down to a crawl, making sure to pump out the last of the cum. Finally ensuring everything had been coaxed out of my manhood. My shuddering breaths began to slow as she retracted her now cum stained hand. She let out a satisfied sigh, and kissed me on the cheek.

"There, now we can enjoy the rest of our day together...happy 18th birthday." She whispered into my ears, followed by a few more kisses. I could barely move or make a sound, merely staring at the mess I made. My mother stood up, before walking to the nearby bathroom. She looked back at me, still smiling and confident, before heading inside to wash her hands.