Having a birthday in December sucks. It means that not only do you have a whole 11 months of not having anyone celebrate your existence, but when they do they often double them up, "this is your birthday and Christmas gift, champ!"
What's even worse is when your mom loses her job just after Halloween and tells you it's going to be a tough one, "It's gonna be slim pickings this year, kiddo," she said to me, "I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you next year I promise, but this year I need you to help me out with this". Her way of telling me to suck it up. I know it's not her fault but it's not something I really want to hear. That said, I'm just about to turn 19 and should be old enough to not be disappointed in not being showered with gifts.
"It's ok mom, I know you're trying your best."
"Well, I'll just have to think of something else to give you than presents." I cocked my head to the side and raised an eyebrow at what she'd just said, which made her blush. "Ha! That didn't come out right!"
"Oh yeah," I said, "what are you going to give me then?" I asked jokingly, putting the emphasis on 'give' to make it extra lewd.
"Stop it, you're my son!" She said jokingly.
"Just joking, mom," I said, then pushed to get a little mock sympathy, "as if I'd ever land a hottie like you!"
With this she tutted and walked out the kitchen, yet as she turned the corner I couldn't help but notice the smile on her face.
I lay there in my room that evening staring at the ceiling, letting my mind wander and contemplate turning 19, another broke Christmas, my lack of any luck with the girls at school, and what my next moves were in life. Of course this meant thinking of girls as my hand wandered down and started massaging my growing bulge on the outside of my shorts. I was thinking of all the times I'd struck out recently and how my joking flirts with my mom this morning were the closest I'd been with girls in a long time.
Thinking back to this morning, I was remembering the sexually charged smile on mom's face and my heart fluttered a bit, sending an extra pulse of blood into my hardening cock. She really was a looker. At 41 she kept in good shape with her long blonde hair reaching to the middle of her shoulder blades (when allowed - she normally kept it in a pony tail making it shorter, as she had done this morning). She also had ample breasts that I'd never really thought about sexually before, but now my hand was on my cock I definitely was thinking of them. I'd sucked on them as a baby! Thinking about it, they're the best breasts ever - the perfect size. My mind started racing, thinking of what they'd look like without a bra on them, what my mom would look like topless, her face getting closer as I lean in for a kiss...
"Any thoughts on gift ideas - whoa!" Mom barged into my room and stopped herself as she saw me lying there with my hand on my shorts, obviously lost in thought. Thank god I hadn't pulled my dick out or she'd have seen the whole thing. "Sorry buddy, I'll knock next time!"
Oh. My. God. Mortifying.
"Mom!" I called out after her and ran down the stairs after her, tucking my steel rod of a cock under my waist band as I did, "It's not what it looks like!" It was what it looked like. I knew it. She knew it. I knew she knew it. Still, my 19 year old brain in it's sexual fog definitely thought it had a chance to talk it's way out of this one. We now stood in the kitchen, both pretty red and breathing heavy.
Wait, I know why I'm breathing heavy. A glint in the light caught my attention to her locket she always wore, and my eyes follow down her breast to notice her chest moving in and out faster and deeper than normal. Those breasts. Don't stare. My eyes move up to hers and she's looking right at me, I suppose it looks like she's caught me staring at her breasts. There's a glaze in her eyes I've not seen before.
"Er, I wasn't doing anything." I said.
"Yeah sure," she said, almost under her breath it was so quiet, "sorry I barged in." My eyes had travelled down to her heaving bosom again. "So, any thoughts on what you'd like for your birthday?"
Odd question while I notice again where I'm staring. I move my eyes up to hers and she's still staring at me, deep into my soul. "Um, if I think of anything I'll let you know."
CHAPTER 2
Over the past week I couldn't help but notice a bit of a sexually charged atmosphere and Mom was definitely on edge. It was like I'd never seen her as a sexual being before, and while I had started to notice, she'd started to allow it.
Still, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! The best thing it it's a Saturday too so we've both slept in. Now I don't know about your family, but in mine I've always been rather impatient and gone straight into mom's room to open my gifts. I always sleep naked, as does she, so we don't disturb each other in our rooms - and as I've grown older haven't been in there for ages - but today's special! As I get in there she's asleep and I wake her up by coming in wearing just my robe.
"Morning champ! Happy birthday! Careful, I'm not dressed."
