My Mom’s Fortieth Birthday Bash #2

My Mom's Fortieth Birthday Bash, #2

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.

My Mom's Fortieth Birthday Bash rewritten and continued from #1:

I'll never forget the day when my son, Jack, 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, and 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, my tummy was pressed against his semi-erect prick. I felt his cock growing hard against me.

Holding one another tighter, I felt his cock pulsating and throbbing against me. With 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. He rested his big hands on the top of my ass.

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 and kissed 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, not having to show him what to do, he lowered his hands to feel my shapely ass through my nightgown. Seemingly, he enjoyed what he was feeling of his mother. He squeezed my ass and slapped my ass. Then, with me not stopping him by slapping his hand away, he surprised me when he lifted the back of my nightgown to the back of my waist. Then, he felt and squeezed my naked ass in his big hand while continuing to kiss me.

Not stopping there, while continuing to make out with me, he reached around to the front of me and felt my nightgown clad breasts. The first time he felt my tits, he fondled my breasts while fingering my erect nipples. Then, surprising me, he stuck his horny hand inside the top of my nightgown. 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. As if he owned my cunt, my son held his mother's cunt in the palm of his hand.

Then, making me so wet, he parted the lips of my vagina with his finger, and slowly rubbed my clit. Finally, while continuing to rub my clit, he finger fucked me. My son briefly masturbated his mother with his long, stiff fingers while continuing to fondle my breasts and finger my nipples with his other hand.

"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. I'm not embarrassed. I'm sexually aroused."

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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 Melania as big of a whore as I am, and with Barron now an adult, I wondered if she has had sex with her 18-year-old son as I'm having sex with my 18-year-old son 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 between mother and son?

I looked up at him and smiled. I loved it when he kissed me while touching and feeling me everywhere through my nightgown. Then, when I looked down and saw his erect cock tenting his pajama bottoms, I rested my hand on his erect prick. In the way that he fingered my wet pussy, I fingered the head of his hard dick with my fingertips. I gave his penis more than a motherly squeeze. Then, I traced him with my fingers to feel the girth and the length of his big dick.

I couldn't wait to stroke his cock. I couldn't wait to suck his prick. I couldn't wait to fuck his big dick. I wanted him to cum in my mouth as much as I wanted him to cum in my pussy. Something that I seldom did with anyone, not really into ass fucking, yet, I'd even allow him to fuck me anally if that's what he wanted.

"I don't want you to feel embarrassed or ashamed. I want you to know that it's okay to stroke yourself and cum over mommy. I don't want you to feel guilty for cumming over seeing your mother topless and naked," I said. "When I think of you masturbating over me, you make my nipples erect and my pussy wet to know that you imagine having sex with me."

I smiled up at my son and gave him a long, wet kiss.

"Now that we got all of that out of the way, I want you to have sex with me. As if I'm your girlfriend instead of your mother, I want you to do whatever you'd like to do to my naked body. I want you to leave home with a smile on your face and a memory that will comfort you until you return home and have sex with me again.

I kissed him again.

"I love you, Jack," I said, kissing him on the lips.

He returned my kiss with his kiss.

"I love you, mom," he said.

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Then, I stood from my seated position on my bed. I stood in front of my son in my short, low-cut, sheer, and nearly transparent nightgown. I wanted him to continue touching me. I wanted him to continue feeling me. I wanted my son to fondle his nearly naked mother everywhere. I wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with me.

"To get through basic training, on those lonely nights in the barracks, and wherever they ship you overseas, I want to give you something to remember me by," I said.

With him staring at me with his eyes bugging out of his head and his mouth open, I moved my hand down to my nightgown hem. As if I was giving him a private striptease show and only stripping myself naked for him, I slowly, sexily, and seductively lifted my nightgown to my waist to show him my trimmed, blonde, naked pussy. I showed my son his mother's cunt.

"Touch me," I said. "Part my pussy lips with your finger and finger your mother's cunt. Rub my clit. Finger fuck mommy."

Obediently obeying me, he reached out his index finger, parted my pussy lips, and rubbed my already wet and swollen clit. He fucked me with his middle finger. Then, when he withdrew his fingers, I raised my nightgown to my naked breasts. I showed my son my big, naked tits, my symmetrical areolas, and my erect nipples.

"Touch mommy's breasts," I said. "Feel my tits. Fondle them while fingering my nipples."

Immediately, he reached out his horny hand to touch, feel, and fondle my naked breasts while pinching, pulling, turning, and twisting my erect nipples.

"Suck my nipples," I said. "I love having my nipples fingered and sucked while you fondle my breasts."

After he leaned forward to suck my nipples, as soon as he moved away, I removed my nightie. Then, while hoping that he'd take me and fuck me from behind, I turned around and bent at the waist to show him my naked ass and the back of my glistening wet pussy. I allowed him to stare at and ogle my naked body. Not having to ask him, he felt and squeezed my ass before fucking my pussy with his finger.

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Wanting him to see me and remember me without my nightgown, sexually aroused instead of embarrassed and/or ashamed, I turned around to show my son his naked whore of a mother. I leaned at my waist again while hoping that he'd take me and fuck me from behind while holding onto my naked breasts. When he didn't, I turned to face him and said something that surprised him as much as it sexually excited him.

"Remove your clothes, Jack. I want to see you naked. Show mommy your cock. I want to see how big it is. I want to feel how hard it is," I said.

While beaming me a big, horny smile, he stood to remove his T-shirt. Then, with him sexually excited, he pushed down his pajama bottoms. Seemingly proud of his big dick, he looked down at his erect cock before looking up at me with pride. Unembarrassed and unashamed, sexually excited, Jack showed me his erect, naked prick.

I stared at his cock before reaching out to take my son in my hand. I'll be masturbating over this moment until he returns home to me. While staring down at it, I slid my fingers over the head of his big dick. Then, I slowly stroked him while staring up at him and smiling. In the way that he had briefly masturbated me, I briefly masturbated him.

"Do you like that, Jack? Does that feel good when mommy strokes your cock," I asked? "Did you like touching and feeling your mother everywhere a son should never touch and feel his mother," I asked with a dirty laugh?

He nodded his head while smiling down at me. Then, surprising him, as I've done with so many men, I moved to my knees in front of him. As if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going off in my head, I was ready to suck my son's prick. Giving him more to masturbate over, I was ready to blow him. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to swallow his cum.

"Have you ever had a blowjob, Jack," I asked while staring up at him and smiling?

He stared down at me while shaking his head.

"No mother,' he said.

Something that he's never done before and something that felt good for him to do now, he ran his fingers through my long, blonde hair. Then, as soon as I leaned forward to take him in my mouth, instinctively, he put a gentle hand behind my blonde, pretty head. While I stroked him and sucked him, he humped my mouth. Humping my mouth faster, and humping my mouth harder, he fucked my face.

Something that I thought I'd never do, I sucked my son's cock. I blew him. I not only allowed him to cum in my mouth but also, I swallowed his cum. If it wasn't enough that he saw me naked and touched and felt me everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother, I gave him something to remember me by. I blew my son. I sucked his cock.

Then, as soon as I removed his cock from my mouth, he exploded another load of cum all over my face, in my blonde hair, and all over my naked breasts. My son made a mess of me. With me dripping with his cum, Jack gave me a cum bath.

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My Mom's Fortieth Birthday Bash, #2

Hoping to get them all drunk enough to do dirty things to my son, the stripper, I served my guests plenty of wine. With me the same way, I suspected that they all had a two glass limit before becoming a little tipsy. Before bringing out my son as the surprised stripper, I waited for my mother, my sister, my aunt, my cousin, and my grandmother to start sipping their third glass of wine.

If they dared to have that dreaded fourth glass of wine, they'd all be drunk. Hopefully, they'd be drunk enough to remove their inhibitions, I wanted them to be the whores that they are and always have been. I wanted them to do nasty things to my son that they normally wouldn't do to a man they had just met.

With my camera in my hand, ready to film them to blackmail them later, I was ready to take photos of Jack having sex with my mother, my sister, my aunt, my cousin, and my grandmother. With them all getting to where I wanted them all to be, the more they drank, the drunker they became, and the louder they were. The louder they were, the more they laughed. The more they laughed, the more they drank. Having finished their third glasses of wine, opening up more wine bottles, they were working on their fourth glasses of wine, even my grandmother.

With them never expecting what was about to happen, I was ready to seek my revenge on my family, especially on my mother and my sister. My son quietly entered through the back door and waited in the kitchen for me to meet him there. With the kitchen light off, I cracked open the kitchen door enough for him to peek out to the living room. I pointed out to my son who was who. Shocking him as much as it sexually excited him, I told him what I wanted him to do.

"The woman with the big tits and the dyed, blonde hair is my mother, Mary, your grandmother," I said. "While dancing around the living room, I want you to strip yourself naked while standing in front of her. Curious of her reaction and what she'd do, I want you to show my mother your erect, naked prick," I said with a quiet, dirty laugh.

Jack nodded his head to show me that he understood.

"She's the woman with her skirt hiked and her knees parted. I can see her white panties from here," he said with a dirty laugh. "She's pretty and has enormous breasts like you. You look like her," he said.

Jack returned my laugh with his laugh. Something unimaginable that I asked him to do, he seemed excited to expose himself to a grandmother that he had never met. He readily agreed to dick flash his grandmother.

"Then, I want you to make out with my mother. While French kissing her, I want you to feel her breasts and finger her erect nipples through her blouse and bra. Don't worry. She's a closet whore. She'll allow you to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her blouse and her bra," I said.

Jack smiled.

"She has really big breasts, mom. I'd love to feel her tits through her blouse and her bra while fingering her erect nipples. I love big breasted women, especially big breasted older women," he said. "No offense, mom, but most women over 50-years-old are whores," he said with a dirty laugh.

I put his hand on my breast and laughed.

"Don't kid yourself. Most women over forty-years-old are whores, too," I said with a quiet little laugh. "Even though she'd never admit it, in the way that my mother is a whore, I'm a whore, too."

He chuckled.

"Not stopping there, while continuing to make out with her, I want you to unbutton and remove her blouse. Then, I want you to reach around behind her, unhook her bra, and remove that, too. I want you to strip my mother topless," I said.

I laughed.

"I want you to expose her naked breasts to everyone. Trust me, she won't resist you removing her blouse and her bra, she loves exposing her naked breasts. She loves her big tits. She's proud of her breasts."

I touched his arm.

"She lays out in the backyard on her back topless when the lawncare men are there. She never wears a robe over her sheer and low-cut nightgown. Whenever she shops for groceries or shops at the mall, my mom is always showing her long line of cleavage," I said to my son. "She answers the front door to men wearing a towel that somehow always falls to her feet. My mom is as big of an exhibitionistic whore as I am," I said with another quiet laugh.

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I smiled up at Jack.

"Then, once she's topless, I want you to touch, feel, and fondle her naked breasts. I want you to finger her erect nipples while sucking her nipples," I said. "I want you to have your way with your grandmother's huge, naked breasts and her nipples. Trust me. She'll love it."

I quietly chuckled.

"Then, once you're naked, I want you to take her hand by her wrist, and stick your big, erect dick in her hand. After wrapping her manicured fingers around your cock, while holding her hand in your hand, I want you to hump your grandmother's hand for her to give you a forced hand job. Finally, I want you to impale her mouth with your erect cock. I want you to put a heavy hand behind her head and hump her mouth," I said. "I want to watch my mother blow you."

Jack looked at me with sexual excitement that I wanted my mother to blow my son.

"If she refuses to open her mouth to take you inside, pull her hair. Pull her hair hard enough for her to open her mouth and scream. Then, when she opens her mouth to scream, stick your prick in her mouth. Make your grandmother blow you," I said. "I want to watch my mother suck her grandson's cock."

I quietly laughed again.

"I suspect with her drunk enough, she'll willingly suck your cock," I said. "As soon as your prick is in her mouth, I want you to hump her mouth and fuck her face. Then, I want you to ejaculate a load of cum in your grandmother's mouth. I want you to cum in my mother's mouth. I don't want you to let your grandmother go until she swallows you," I said.

I quietly laughed again.

"After she blows you, I want you to pull her to the floor, reach beneath her dress, and remove her panties. Trust me, she'll be drunk enough for you to do that. Then, I want you to push her skirt up to her waist, spread her legs wide open, expose her bushy, brown pussy to everyone, mount her, and fuck her. I want you to fuck my mother," I said.

I smiled at my son with pride.

"With you a cum machine, after you ejaculate in my mother's mouth, I want you to ejaculate a load of cum in her pussy, too," I said. "Then, finally, as soon as you climb off of her, I want you to straddle her face and give her a cum bath. I want you to cum all over my mother's face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts," I said.

I stared up at my son with pride.

"Do you think you can do that? Can you cum three times in such a short period of time, in her mouth, in her pussy, and all over her face," I asked.

He laughed.

"Mom," he said with pride. "You know me better. How many times have I ejaculated a load of cum when having sex with you? Six? Seven? More," he asked? "I don't know. With you, the best lover that I have ever had, I lost count."

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Then, I pointed to my sister.

"Sitting next to her is my holier-than-thou sister, Carol. She's the one wearing the big crucifix around her neck as if she's a fucking nun. With her drunk enough, I want you to do the same with her, your aunt, that you did to your grandmother," I said.

I looked up at my son and smiled at him with vengeance.

"I want you to make out with her while feeling her breasts through her blouse and her bra. Then, I want you to unbutton her blouse, remove her blouse, unhook her bra, and remove that, too. I want you to strip your aunt Carol topless. I want to have your wicked way with her D cup, naked breasts," I said. "I want you to fondle her big tits while sucking her nipples."

I laughed again.

"Then, as you did with my mother, I want you to stick your cock in her mouth and have her blow you. Pull her hair if you must for her to open her mouth. Once your cock is inside of your aunt's mouth, I want you to hump her mouth and fuck her face. Not letting her go and not removing your prick from her mouth, I want you to cum in her mouth in the way that you ejaculated a load of cum in my mother's mouth," I said.

I smiled up at my son with pride.

"Then, as you did with your grandmother, I want you to do with your aunt. I want you to pull her to the floor, remove her panties, and mount her. I want you to fuck my sister in the way that you fucked my mother. I want you to cum in my sister's cunt," I said. "In the way that you made my mother your whore, I want you to make my sister your bitch. I want them both to beg you to fuck them again," I said.

I laughed.

"Something she won't be able to explain to her husband, with them no longer having sex with him, I hope to God that you make my sister pregnant with your baby," I said with another quiet, little laugh.

I smiled at my son, the instrument of my revenge.

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I entered the living room from the kitchen with my son behind me. Dressed like Barron Trump, he wore a navy blue suit, a red necktie, and a white shirt with black shoes. A hush went over the women as soon as I walked to the living room with Jack. With every woman staring at him, all eyes were upon him.