My Lifelong Birthday Tradition #01

My Lifelong Birthday Tradition, #01

"My name is Scott. Born in 1994 on July 26th, today is my 30th birthday. Happy Birthday to me!"

After having experienced nine, wonderful years of very happy birthdays, thanks to my family, my extended family, my friends, and my co-workers, I continued with my Happy Birthday, celebratory tradition on my 30th birthday.

Instead of receiving slaps on my ass equal to every year of my age, and with one for good luck, I've always had a quite a different birthday tradition. I recommend any man to try my birthday tradition. Trust me, it will change your life for the better.

Whenever a woman, whether it was my wife, my mother, my sister, my aunt, my cousin, my grandmother, and later, my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law, asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I told them. I not only told them what I wanted for my birthday but also, I told them in great detail. At first, they all acted the same way. They were shocked by my birthday request until a flash of sexual arousal took hold of their face and they relented.

At first saying it as a joke while never thinking that any woman, other than my wife would go along with what I told them that I wanted for my birthday, surprising me, every woman indulged me and granted my birthday wish. Astonishing but true, not having to ask them twice, and never having to beg any of them, they all gave me what I wanted for my birthday. My sexual fantasies coming true, I couldn't believe that every woman that I asked, agreed to give me what I wanted for my birthday.

"Happy Birthday to me," I said out loud for no one to hear!

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Perhaps, because I'm a 6' 4" tall, dark, handsome, and well-built man with lots of muscles, women are happy to give me what I asked them for on my birthday. Every year, with them all knowing what to expect me to ask for my birthday, my date of birth wish was always the same. Every year, when women asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told them, surprisingly and sexually excitingly, every woman that I asked happily obliged me.

Shocking me, every woman that I know has humored me in my unusual birthday requests and allowed me to repeat my celebratory tradition. I looked forward to my birthday every year as there were always new women to participate in what I wanted them to willingly and consensually do on my birthday. With great sexual anticipation, an understatement, I looked forward to my birthdays as if they were Christmas morning and I'm a child looking to see if Santa put presents under the Christmas tree.

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First of all, I love women. I'm especially sexually attracted to older women with big breasts. My favorite body parts of a woman's body, I love women with big tits.

Every year I have a birthday party with only older, big breasted women invited to celebrate my birthday. Of course, I invited my newly wedded wife, Christine, my mother, June, my sister, Gwen, and my grandmother, Mary. I also invited my aunt, April, my cousin, Linda, my mother-in-law, Charlotte, and my sister-in-law, Cassie. I invited eight family and extended family women to celebrate my birthday.

Actually, every year, I have two birthday parties. I have one birthday party with my family and extended family around noon, and another birthday party with my close female friends, my female neighbors, and my female co-workers in the evening. I invited my female friends Barbara, Gina, and Susan, my female neighbors, Carol, and Tina, and my female co-workers, Maureen, and Terry, to my second birthday party in the evening. The entire day was celebrating the birth of me.

Even after they're aware of my birthday tradition, as if it was a game that we played, they still innocently asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I guess, for them to think that they're not whores, they needed me to say it. As if I was going to change my mind, year after year, I told them what I wanted for my birthday. Every year what I wanted was the same thing. Shocking but true, surprising me as much as they sexually excited me, they all agreed to grant me my birthday wish.

With this year a banner year, I invited 15 women to celebrate my 22nd birthday and to participate in my annual, birthday tradition. It all started nine years ago with my 45-year-old MILF of a mother, June, on my 21st birthday. With her being a morally modest and a church going woman, she innocently asked me what I wanted for my birthday. Daring myself to do so, while not knowing anything about her sexual past, I told her what I wanted while hoping that she'd grant me my birthday wish.

Yet, this was my mother, and I was her son. If I asked her to grant me such a birthday wish, she may ask me to leave her house. She may ask me to have my head examined. I had no idea how my mother would react to my birthday request. Yet, I hoped she'd grant me my birthday wish.

Nevertheless, not thinking that she'd agree to my unusual request, ready to laugh it off as a joke if she refused my birthday wish, my mother surprised me. After thinking about it for a week while considering my shocking wants and needs, unbelievably and sexually excitingly, she honored my birthday wish. I couldn't believe that my MILF of a mother agreed to give me what I had asked her to give me for my birthday.

'Wow,' I thought! 'Happy Birthday to me,' I thought again.

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The next year, on my 22nd birthday, after my mother granted my birthday wish last year, I asked her to give me what she gave me last year as my birthday gift again this year. I hoped to make this a yearly tradition. This year, taking my birthday wish to the extreme, now that I was married, I included more women to celebrate my birthday. Along with my mother, June, I included my wife, Christine, my big sister, Gwen, my aunt, April, my cousin, Linda, my grandmother, Mary, my mother-in-law, Charlotte, and my sister-in-law, Cassie in my birthday celebratory tradition.

Again, surprising me, when they all asked me what I wanted for my birthday, in the way that I told my mother, I told my wife, my sister, my aunt, my cousin, my grandmother, my mother-in-law, and my sister-in-law. Daring myself to do so, I told them all what I wanted for my birthday. I never thought that any of them, except for my wife, would go along with my birthday request in the way that my mother did last year. Surprising me, they all agreed to give me what I had asked them to give me for my birthday.

'Oh, my God. This is unbelievable. I don't believe this,' I thought. 'Thank you, Jesus!'

I couldn't believe it. Shocking but true, eight, older, and busty women agreed to give me what I wanted for my birthday. I'll be masturbating over this birthday party for the rest of my horny life.

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It all started with my mother last year.

"With your 21st birthday next week, what would you like for your birthday, Scott," asked my mother innocently?

With her unaware that I had a secret, birthday agenda, she smiled at me with love, affection, and devotion. I returned her motherly smile with my look of love, affection, and devotion. Only, in the way that she stared at my face, I stared at her huge, double D cup breasts through her sheer and sexy nightgown.

The beginning of my birthday celebratory tradition, my mother's positive response, was critical to my birthday wish. If my 45-year-old mother had refused to give me what I had asked for and wanted for my birthday, I never would have had this birthday tradition. When she asked me a week before my birthday what I wanted for my birthday, daring myself to do so, shocking her, I told her in great, unembarrassed, and unashamed detail what I wanted.

With her never expecting me to ask her for such a thing, she looked at me stunned. Then, unable to hide her true, inner feelings, a look of sexual arousal betrayed the shocked look on her pretty face. Now, more hopeful than I was before, while hoping that she would, it was at that moment that I suspected that my mother may grant me my birthday request.

Nevertheless, not pressuring her by asking her again, giving her time to mull it over, I gave my single mother, June, an entire week to consider my birthday request while thinking about my birthday wish. Seemingly, not believing what I told her that I wanted for my birthday, while frozen in place, she stared at me with her mouth hanging open and her eyes bulging out of her head. She was as shocked as I was sexually excited by my birthday wish.

Then, as if they were on remote control, either my mother was cold or sexually aroused, I watched her nipples erect through her sheer nightgown. I could clearly see my mother's big, brown, erect nipples, and her symmetrical, brown areolas through her sheer and sexy nightgown top. With her seemingly sexually aroused by my request, filling me with confidence that she'd agree to give me what I wanted, again, it was at that moment that I hoped that my mother would grant me my birthday wish.

'Happy Birthday to me,' I thought. 'This may be the best birthday of my life. If my mother grants me my birthday request, this will be something that I'll never forget and will masturbate over for the rest of my horny life.'

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I paused while staring at my MILF of a mother. She was so kind. She was so loving. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so shapely.

Not looking her age, she looked thirty-something instead of forty-something. All of my friends were jealous that I had a mother who looked like her. When their mothers were short, fat, and ugly, my mother was tall, curvy, and beautiful. I had the best mother of the bunch. My mother was drop dead gorgeous.

I loved my mother. I truly loved her. I'd do anything for her. Only, I didn't love her in the way that a son should love his mother. I loved her in the way that a man loved a woman. If she granted me my birthday wish, she would finally discover how much I really loved her.

Daring to do so, while she sat in the living room sipping a glass of wine, she asked me what I wanted for my birthday. Filled with lustful desire and sexual anticipation, daring myself to tell her what I wanted for my birthday, I took a breath for courage. Then, turning off the television, while making eye contact with her, I told her.

"For my birthday, mother, I'd like to see something that I've never seen before but have always wanted to see," I said while playing it coy.

She smiled at me.

"And what is that? What is it that you'd like to see but have never seen before," she asked? "Are we going sightseeing?"

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She no longer wore a robe over her sexy nightgowns during the hot summer months because she was too uncomfortably hot. I paused while staring at what I could see of her enormous breasts and erect nipples through her sheer and low-cut nightgown. I stared at the size and the shape of her gigantic breasts. If my friends ever saw my mother in her sheer and sexy nightgown, they'd lose their minds.

Then, when she stood to pour us a second glass of wine, I stared down at the dark, brown patch of my mother's bushy, pubic hair that clearly showed through her nightgown. Then, as if seeing my mother naked, when she turned to return to her seat, I stared at shapely ass and her ass crack. I loved my mother's shapely ass as much as I loved her enormous breasts.

While hoping that she'd agree to give me what I wanted for my birthday, I took another big breath for courage. Then, I leaned forward in my chair while smiling lovingly at my mother. As if she wasn't naked enough, I undressed her with my eyes.

Every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs, she unintentionally flashed me her naked pussy. Then, with her sitting across from me on the couch while I sat in the reclining chair, she parted her knees open enough to flash me her pussy mound, her camel toe, and her pussy slit. Then, I told her my request.

"As your birthday gift to me," I said with another pause while taking yet another breath for courage. "I'd like to see your naked breasts, mother," I said.

Choking on her wine and spitting it out all over her nightgown, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing and what I had asked, she stared at me spellbound. I paused again while staring at what I could see of my mother's tits through her nightgown. There wasn't a better birthday gift that my mother could give me than to allow me to see her naked breasts.

"I want to see you topless, mother. I want you to show me your gigantic, double D cup tits," I said. "I want to see your big, erect nipples."

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Then, as soon as I saw another flash of sexual arousal take hold of her face, I watched her nipples involuntarily erect bigger and harder. I stared at her erect nipples through her nightgown top. With her, no doubt, thinking that I wanted cologne, a shirt, pajamas, or a tool, my mother looked at me stunned.

"Oh, my," she said. "Scott. Oh, my," she said again. "Seriously? You want me to show you my naked breasts as your birthday gift?"

She bit her lip while fanning her face with her hand.

"Seriously, Scott," she said, looking at me as if I was crazy? "I can't show you my breasts," she said, slowly moving her pretty head from side-to-side. "That's wrong. That's nasty. I'm your mother and you're my son. I'm not some whore that you picked up at a bar to have sex with for a night."

I nodded my head to show her that I understood while ready to make a joke of it and telling her that I was kidding. Instead, again, daring myself to do so, I persevered. I told her again what I wanted her to give me for my birthday.

"You asked me what I want for my birthday. I want to see your naked breasts, mother," I said with a shrug. "I want to see your erect nipples."

I stared at her breasts through her sheer and sexy nightgown. I stared at her big, erect nipples. Going for broke, I told my mother what more I wanted for my birthday.

"That's not all," I said. "I not only want to see your naked breasts and erect nipples but also, I want to touch them, feel them, and fondle them while fingering and sucking your nipples."

My mother looked down at her nightgown clad breasts with shock before another look of sexual arousal betrayed her face and before looking up at me. Indeed, something that pleasantly surprised me, I surmised that my mother wanted to show me her naked breasts as much as I wanted to see her naked tits. Seemingly by the sudden, sexually aroused look on her face, she wanted me to fondle her naked breasts and suck her nipples as much as I wanted to do.

"Lemme get this right, Scott. You not only want to see my naked breasts but also, you want to touch, feel, and fondle my breasts while fingering and sucking my nipples," she said. "As if that's not enough, is that it," she asked with disbelief? "Is that all that you want for your birthday to see my naked breasts and to have your way with my tits, or is there more?"

Undoubtedly, if I asked to see my mother's naked breast and have my way with her big tits and nipples, I surmised that she thought that I wanted her to give me sex. If she, indeed, thought that I wanted her to give me sex, she'd be right. With my imagination running wild, I gave her a big shit eating grin.

"No," I said. "That's not it, mother. That's not all that I want for my birthday. With this my 21st birthday, and with me now a man, there's more."

No doubt, while wondering what else I wanted for my birthday, my mother looked at me with sexual arousal, erotic anticipation, shame, and embarrassed trepidation.

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This was my morally modest mother and not some random whore. A church going woman, while hoping that she did, I had no idea if she sucked cock. Hoping that she was a bit of a whore and would give me a blowjob for my birthday, I'd love for my mother to be a talented, secret cocksucker. I'd love her to blow me, allow me to cum in her mouth, and swallow my cum.

"After you show me your naked breasts and allow me to have my way with your enormous tits," I said while staring at her huge breasts through her nightgown again. "I want you to move to your knees in front of me, unzip me, pull out my prick, and stroke me before taking me in your mouth to suck me," I said. "I want you to blow me, mother," I said.

She looked at me with her mouth hanging open and her eyes bulging out of her head. Then, she broke her silence. She said what I was thinking.

"I suppose you want to cum in my mouth, too," she said with sarcasm.

I shrugged while giving her a sexy look and a naughty smile.

"It's not really a blowjob, mother, unless I cum in your mouth and you swallow my cum," I said, returning her shrug with my shrug.

She remained silent while staring at me.

"I don't know what to say, Scott," she said.

She surprised me by not saying no. Instead, if only temporarily, she gave me hope that she would indulge me my birthday wishes. I had a feeling that my mother may give me all that I had asked.

"Let me think about it," she said. "Something that I never expected you to want, you're asking for a lot. If it's not enough that you want to see my naked breasts but also, you want to fondle them, and finger and suck my nipples. Then, you want me to give you oral sex," she said.

Starting my birthday celebration a week early, I walked over to her, took her in my arms, reached around behind her and felt and squeezed her shapely ass through her nightgown. Then, surprising her, I kissed her on her mouth. Finally, I parted her lips with my tongue and French kissed her. My mother returned my French kiss with her deep, wet kiss.

The first time that I kissed my mother in such a sexual way, I reached up between us and felt her breasts through her nightgown. Then, as soon as the impressions of her big nipples emerged, I fingered nipples through her nightgown top. I loved my mother's tits. They were so big and as soft as they were firm.

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The day of my birthday, shocking me as much as she sexually excited me, my mother walked in the living room in her sheer and sexy nightgown. As soon as I saw her in her short, sheer, low-cut, and revealing nightgown, I had an immediate erection. I so wanted to pull out my prick and masturbate and cum in front of my mother.

"Happy Birthday, Scott," she said with a big smile.

Then, not having to expose myself, masturbate, and/or cum in front of my mother, she told me that she'd give me what I wanted for my birthday.

"Think of me as your birthday present," she said with a sexy laugh and a naughty look.

As if she was a stripper on stage getting ready to remove her clothes while dancing around a pole to music, she slowly and sexily removed her nightgown strap from her left shoulder. Then, she removed her nightgown strap from her right shoulder. She removed her arms from her nightgown straps. Finally, the big reveal, she slowly and sexily slid down the bodice of her nightgown to expose her naked breasts.

'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'I'm finally seeing my mother's naked breasts.'

I stared at her naked breasts as if I had never seen naked breasts before. Then, as if she was a prostitute that I hired for the night, my mother knelt between my legs. She pulled down my pajama bottoms and took my semi-erect prick in her hand.

She fingered the head of my growing prick with her manicured fingertips. Then, she slowly stroked me to a bigger and harder erection before she leaned forward to take my big dick in her mouth. While sucking my erect cock, she stared up at me with her big, brown, beautiful eyes. Then, stroking me faster and stroking harder, really getting it to blowing me, she bobbed her head up and down and side-to-side.

Something that I'll always remember and will never forget, my mother was blowing me. She was stroking my cock while sucking my cock. I couldn't believe she was stroking my big dick while sucking my penis. While she blew me, I touched, felt, and fondled her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples. I pinched, pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples before leaning forward to take them in my mouth to suck them.