My Mom’s Fortieth Birthday Bash #1

My Mom's Fortieth Birthday Bash, #1

Mother hires her son as a male stripper for her birthday party bash.

"Payback is a bitch, bitches," I said while writing out my birthday party invitation list to my special guests.

My name is Samantha, Sam, Sammy, or Sexy Sam. Sexy Sam is how I'm known as my stripper name. I'm a whore. I'm a tall, blonde, busty, blue-eyed bimbo. I'm proud of who I am and how I look. I could have been a beauty queen from Texas if I lived in Texas.

What you may not know about me when I walk by you on the street is that I'm a cocksucker. I suck cock. I love sucking cock. I love giving men that I don't know and have just me blowjobs for money. An easy way for me to make a living, giving head is one of my favorite things to do.

Stripping and prostituting myself is how I earn my living. Unless you want to, at an additional fee, you don't even have to return the favor and eat my pussy. It's my pleasure to blow you. Just give me a big tip for a blowjob well done.

Sadly, too many women don't suck cock. Those that do, just dabble while pretending to suck your prick by kissing it and licking it. Most women don't enjoy giving blowjobs in the way that I do. Not a spitter but a swallower, a gulper, actually, I take it as a compliment for a blowjob well done when a man ejaculates a warm, oozy load of cum in my mouth.

Knowing that I really sexually excited him for him to cum twice in such a short time, it's a real treat when he explodes a second load of cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts. Something that most women won't allow a man to do, for fear of ruining their makeup, their hair, and/or their clothes, I love receiving cum baths. Cum is good for my skin.

"Cum. Cum, baby. Cum all over my face," I say to a man to encourage him to give me a cum bath for an additional fee, of course. "Decorate me with your cum. I want you to see me dripping with your semen."

I not only rub semen all over my face but also, I scoop it up with my manicured fingertips and stick it in my mouth to swallow. Cum is a good source of protein. I've blown and swallowed so many men that if I could regurgitate up their cum, I could sculpt a statue of a man from cum. I'd call my sculpture, 'My Cum Man.'

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I invited eight women to my fortieth birthday party. No men, just women. I didn't want the women behaving themselves had I invited their husbands, too. Not wanting them to be on their best behavior, I wanted the women that I invited to be the whores that they are without feeling unconsciously embarrassed.

I invited my mother, Mary, my sister, Carol, my aunt, Gloria, my cousin, Brianna, my grandmother, Rose, and my three best, stripper friends, Blaze, Tiffany, and Crystal. Not their real names, of course. Those are their stripper names that they use when dancing around a pole to music while slowly and seductively stripping off their clothes.

Let it rain! I love it when it rains hundreds of dollar bills. Sometimes when we get a player and a big spender buying a whole case of champagne and raining one-hundred-dollar-bills, we give him anything that he wants. We give him everything to make him spend more money. So that he doesn't prematurely leave, we take really good care of him.

Except for my stripper friends, my relatives at the party didn't know that I hired my son to be our entertainment. Won't they be surprised when he kisses them and makes out with them while touching them and feeling them everywhere through their clothes. Won't they be shocked after he's removed their blouses and their bras, fondled their naked breasts, fingered their erect nipples, and sucked their tits.

Won't they be surprised when he tells them who he is after they've stroked his cock, sucked his prick, and fucked his big dick. Won't they feel like the dirty whores that they are when he ejaculates his cum not only in their mouths but also all over their faces, and in their pussies, too. Because he's as tall, 6' 7", and looks a lot like Barron Trump, and with Alabama Trump country, I'm hoping they'll all think that he is or imagine that he is.

'With the three of them dressed like wild west whores, wait until my family gets a look at my stripper friends,' I thought while laughing to myself. 'They may disown me again.'

Believing that it was time to rekindle relations with my family again at my fortieth birthday party, I haven't seen my family in a little more than twenty-years. Yet, my fortieth birthday party was more than another birthday milestone. This was my act of vengeance and revenge on my family for disowning me because I'm a whore and they are born again, religious fanatics.

Yet, I'm curious after they've had one too many glasses of wine if they'd allow their religious beliefs to fall as well as their panties. I can't wait to see what they'll do when they see a handsome, naked man who looks like the man they dream about and masturbate over while imagining his big dick in their hands, their mouths, and their pussies. Giving them back double, the night of my birthday party will be my personal payback for the hurt they caused me by embarrassing me, humiliating me, and rejecting me.

I hope to embarrass, humiliate, and reject them. I want to watch my mother and my sister having sex with my son. I want to see their faces and their naked breasts dripping with their cum. Then, I can't wait to tell them that they are not only whores but incestuous whores.

"Mom," I imagined saying to my mother. "Did you know that you just blew my son, your grandson? You not only allowed him to cum in your mouth but also you swallowed his cum while he had his way with your naked breasts."

Then, I imagined shocking my holier-than-thou sister.

"Sis, did you know that you allowed your nephew to not only fuck you but also to cum in your pussy?"

# # #

As scared as I was embarrassed, rather than being hungry, homeless, and living on the street, I was forced to remove my clothes to earn enough money to survive. Barely of legal age, my story began when I started working as a stripper when I was only 18-year-old. With strip clubs not hiring 18-year-old women as strippers, especially with the drinking age in the club 21-years-old, they checked my age by staring at my enormous breasts.

Especially with my big tits making my introduction, I always looked older. Just in case, I carried a phony ID to pass myself off as a 22-year-old college student. While knowing that I'd bring in the customers and the big spenders, strip clubs were happy to hire someone who looked like me.

Easy for me to get a job as a stripper, my friends nicknamed me, 'The Body.' Born that way, I had a beautiful face to match my sexy and shapely figure. What man wouldn't want to throw dollar bills at me while watching me slowly and seductively undress?

The dream women of many men, horny and perversely perverted men paid me big bucks to not only see me topless but also to have sex with me. They all wanted me to suck their dicks while fondling my naked breasts and fingering my erect nipples. I was glad to do that for money, $150. They all wanted to fuck me, and I did that, too, for even more money, $300. I not only worked as a stripper but I earned more money as a prostitute, too.

I'm 5' 9" tall with blonde hair, blue eyes, double D cup breasts, and a firm and shapely ass. I have tits that men love to grope and an ass that men love to feel, squeeze, and slap. Always fashionably dressed, I look really good in my clothes.

Hiding whatever faults that I may have, I look even better in my sexy lingerie, my low-cut, sheer bra, and my bikini panties. Not allowed to strip naked and have sex on stage in the club, but able to strip naked and have sex in the VIP rooms, I didn't have to because men made it rain whenever they saw me topless. A fair deal and a good trade, men always wanted to give me their money in exchange for me giving them sex.

As long as the men bought two bottles of champagne and gave me a big tip, no matter what they looked like, fat, ugly, or fat and ugly, I'd have sex with them in one of the VIP rooms. Every show, with me as the headline stripper, I always got the most tips. Not wasting their money on other women, men withheld their dollars until I walked out on stage.

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Only, not a fair deal, but the only one available to me, I was powerless to control my own destiny. I not only had to pay $200 rent a night to stand on the stage to strip off my clothes but whatever I made in tips I had to split with the owner of the club, the bouncer, and the bartender. Tired of paying rent to strip off my clothes and split my tip money four ways, I needed to think of another way to earn money by flashing my naked body. The age of social media, I thought a lot about doing that.

Thank God for the money that I earned stripping because I needed it to pay for someone to watch my baby when I was working and/or out partying. Not stripping carefree for long, for a lousy three-hundred-dollars, some guy, a big, horny man about 6' 4" tall and with a big dick, impregnated me in the back of his pickup truck when his condom broke. Instead of aborting my baby, with the holy-roller sentiments of my big sister not lost on me, I decided to keep him.

Then, a surprised bonus, I discovered that I earned more tips when stripping myself to my G-string while pregnant. The bigger my belly grew, the more tips that I earned. Filling up with milk, my breasts had grown from a double D cup to a triple D cup, an F cup.

Then, after I had my baby, I earned even more tips by squirting my breast milk at the horny men in the audience. As if sucking their mother's breasts, horny and perversely perverted men paid me big bucks to suck the breast milk from my breasts in the VIP room. Instead of having to stop stripping because I was pregnant, my sick fans didn't want me to stop showing them my pregnant body. If they could have been allowed in the delivery room to video me having the baby, they would have been there throwing dollar bills at me.

Over the years, I earned enough money stripping and prostituting myself to afford to buy a new and expensive car, a high rise condo, and decorate my condo with beautiful furniture. On the side, I not only worked as a stripper and a prostitute but also, something that I could do from home, when I quit stripping and hooking, I worked as a webcam model. Surprisingly, as I became more popular on the internet, I earned more money as a webcam model than I earned as a stripper and a prostitute.

Able to immediately increase my audience, I spent thousands of dollars for a geeky guy to set me up with computers, printers, cameras, video, and sound. I gave him a blowjob, allowed him to fondle my breasts and suck my nipples, and fuck me for a discount. Once everything was installed and I was up and running, as if I was an AVN porn star, instead of an internet sensation, for $20, I sent men autographed photos of me topless and naked. For $50, squirting them with my favorite perfume before mailing them, I even sent men my used panties.

No longer having to leave my condo, working from home, I was now able to take care of my own child. Moreover, a much less dangerous place to work, I didn't have to put up with the drunks grabbing me and the perverts groping me in the VIP room. Getting up late and lounging around my condo, I worked whenever I wanted to work.

# # #

Unfortunately, my mother, Mary, a stuck up bitch who probably never sucked a cock in her life, was angry with me when I decided not to go to college. When I refused to live my life the way that she wanted me to live my life, she asked me to get a job and move out of her house. Then, never seeing her again, she disowned me when she discovered that I got a job as a stripper.

"Your sister told me that you're a stripper. She told me that you're a whore," said my angry and disapproving mother over the phone. "I'm done with you, Samantha. Don't call me again," she said, slamming down the phone as if I was a salesperson trying to solicit her to buy magazines instead of her daughter wanting to talk to her mother.

After she told me not to call her again, no need to tell her, I never told her that I had a son, her grandson, Jack. Never close to my big sister, Carol, either, she was a religious virgin who wanted to be a nun when growing up. The only time she was on her knees was to pray and not to suck cock.

As soon as she discovered that I worked as a stripper, my big sister was eager to tell everyone that I earned my living removing my clothes while dancing around a pole. She told all of my friends and all of her friends, too, that I was a whore. She turned everyone against me except for the men who wondered where I was stripping. No doubt, with their boyfriends and husbands lusting over the woman with 'The Body,' they'd all love to see me without my clothes.

A virgin when my sister married at 23-years-old, the first time my sister had sex was with her husband on their honeymoon. With my holier-than-thou sister having three children, I'm sure that the only time she allowed her husband to fuck her was to give her a baby. A dried up bitch before she was thirty-years-old, I'm sure she's never had sex since the pregnancy of her last child. She's another woman who'd never suck a cock, allow a man to cum in her mouth, and swallow his cum. No doubt, her husband solicited corner hookers for blowjobs.

Always having my good looks and my body, I attended three proms when I was 18-years-old. Thanking them for renting a limousine, dancing with me, and showing me a good time, surprising them, I sucked and fucked all of my prom dates. With me always the whore ready to suck and fuck, showing my support for school sports, as soon as I turned 18-years-old, I had sex with nearly every member of the basketball and football teams. Indeed, acting out with my family not wanting to have anything to do with me, I had sex with strangers to feel loved.

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Growing up in Trump country, Montgomery, Alabama, alienated from my family, I never saw my relatives again. Able to make my own way, I didn't need them. Bad enough that I'm a stripper and a cocksucking whore, and now that I'm a webcam model, I wondered what they'd say and how much they disapprove of me to know that I've been having sex with my son since he turned 18-years-old. Hating to see him go, he joined the army to work as a helicopter mechanic at Fort Rucker, not too far from home.

Mechanically talented with his hands, a gifted technician, he could fix anything. He repaired cars, trucks, trackers, motorcycles, and boats. If it had an engine, he could get it going and keep it running. His friends were happy to pay him for the good work that he did on their vehicles instead of them being ripped off by the local, automotive repair shops.

My forbidden, incestuous affair with my son started when he told me that he had joined the Army. Not wanting him to leave me, suddenly feeling deserted, even by him, I feared that he'd immediately go into combat. I feared that he'd die and would never return home to me. I feared living alone for the rest of my life and having no one to love and no one to love me.

Only, fortunately, with him the best helicopter mechanic that they trained him to have, his commanding officer not only pulled strings to keep him from combat duty but also to keep him working on the base. A master helicopter mechanic, in record time, he was promoted from private, to corporal, and to sergeant. They offered him bonuses and promotions if he'd reup for another four years which, of course, he did.

Taking after his father, whoever he was, Jack was 6' 3" tall when he left for the Army. Then, when he returned home four-years later, with him the same height as Barron Trump, he stood 6' 7" tall. In between, whenever he was on leave, with him only 90 miles and 90 minutes away, he returned home whenever he could to have sex with his mother.

Every time he returned home, he was taller. Every time he returned home, giving him my best sex, I sucked and fucked him as if he was a high roller in the VIP room. With me not having a caring and loving relationship in my life, I did all that I could do to not only make him feel loved but also wanted.

He slept in my bed. He held me, cuddled me, and spooned me throughout the night. I held him, cuddled him, and spooned him, too.

We made sweet, mother and son, passionate love every morning. We fucked fast and hard every night. In between he fingered and licked my pussy and I stroked and sucked his cock.

I not only allowed my son to cum in my mouth but also, I swallowed his cum. I allowed him to give me cum baths, too. He loved having sex with his mother as much as I loved having sex with my son.

# # #

I'll never forget the day when he told me that he had joined the Army. I was angry. I was depressed. Sad that I'd be living without him, I was sad that I'd be alone. I was worried that something bad would happen to him.

"Mom," he said, not one to waste words, coming right to the point, he told me what he did. "I joined the Army."

Something that I couldn't help myself from doing, I walked over to him and hugged him. Holding him tighter, I cried on his shoulder. With him already filling out, having never held my son in that forbidden way before, with my tummy pressed against his semi-erect prick, and my big breasts squished against his muscular chest, he felt good in my arms. Instead of hurting my neck to look up at him, even though I was still in my nightgown, I put on my high heels.

Then, something that I never did with him but dared myself to do, and something that I've done with hundreds, maybe thousands, of men, I stood up on my toes to kiss him on his lips. Daring myself to do so, I romantically kissed my son. Then, when he returned my kiss with his kiss, surprising him, I parted his lips with my tongue and French kissed him. As if we were husband and wife, or boyfriend and girlfriend instead of mother and son, I made out with him while allowing him to touch and feel me through my nightgown.

While continuing to kiss me, he reached around me to feel my shapely ass through my nightie. Seemingly, enjoying what he was feeling, he squeezed my ass and slapped my ass. Then, with me not stopping him by slapping his hand away, he lifted the back of my nightgown to the back of my waist and felt my naked ass in his big hand.

Not stopping there, while continuing to make out with me, he reached around to the front of me and felt my nightgown clad breasts. He fondled my breasts while fingering my nipples. Then, sticking his horny hand inside the top of my nightie, he felt and fondled my naked breasts. He pinched, pulled, turned, and twisted my erect nipples.

Again, not stopping there, he reached his hand lower and lifted the front of my nightgown to my waist. Something that I wanted him to do and was surprised when he did, he cupped my naked pussy in his big hand. Then, he parted the lips of my vagina with his finger and rubbed my clit. Finger fucking me, my son masturbated his mother.

"Jack," I said breathlessly. "I know you've been masturbating over seeing your mother on the internet without her clothes," I said with an immodest and immoral, little laugh. "I checked your saved images on your laptop and you have dozens of photos and videos of me topless and naked from my webcam site."

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With my son masturbating over seeing my topless and naked photos on the internet, I wondered if Barron Trump masturbated over seeing his mother's naked photos splashed all over the internet. With her as big of a whore as I am, I wondered if she has had sex with her 18-year-old son as I'm having now. With them living together, and with his father a pervert who's had sex with prostitutes and porn stars, who knows what happens behind closed, bedroom doors?