The birthday treat ...

From Create Your Own Story

I was eighteen ... Not much fuss ... No party planned ... A quiet day at home on a lazy Saturday. Plans to ...

"Happy eighteenth birthday !" Mom popped her head around my door and interrupted my thoughts as I lay in bed. My mother is forty five, skinny, very skinny, with wide hips, tiny waist and medium tits. She was wearing her tight jeans showing off her incredible hips to waist ratio, her tight white t-shirt was the completely wrong choice with the dark blue bra she had on underneath and my cock swelled to full erection in a few seconds.

"Thanks mom," I said.

"Want your presents ?" Mom asked, carrying a stack of parcels into my room.

"Sure !"

Mom sat on my bed and I opened packages. Mom looked so hot with her fantastic figure and my cock notched up another level as I noticed her thin t-shirt and thin bra, she was only just a touch away from naked. I could see the curve of her breasts and the outline of her nipples, big and soft.

There were clothes for me, some music too and a last package with was clothes of some sort. I opened the package and smiled, so did mom, it was our secret, she had packaged up some of my favourite of her panties and bras that I still liked to pinch from her lingerie drawer. She had known for years and didn't mind at all, in fact she encouraged me to take whatever I liked of her clothes.

"Thanks mom," I said with a huge grin. Mom was very open about it and I knew she was flattered that I masturbated with her lingerie, played with it, wore it and cummed on it.

"Well it is your birthday," mom said. "You can cum on any of my clothes you like today ... No need to ask."

"Anything ?" I asked.

"Yes," mom said. "You couldn't do anything that would make me blush, I know all your fantasies, don't I !"

Mom was referring to her finding and reading my porn stories that I started to write a few years ago. She was dismayed at my poor spelling, terrible grammar and lack of style and took to correcting and collaborating on my stories, we have made some great stories over the years. Yes she was correct, she knew all of my fantasies, wanking on lingerie, cumming on my own face, fucking every woman I know and lots more. Mom also gave some of her own ideas for stories, some really dirty, some sexy and some very real, I heard her masturbating quite often !

Can't make her blush, well that sounds like a challenge !

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But which one to choose ? One of mine or one of hers ? Mine first.

Mom was in the shower room, I knocked and pushed the door open, mom was in the shower I peeked around the glass screen, she smiled but did not blush. I had not seen her naked ever, well not since I was a kid and I wasn't paying attention then, but I was now.

Mom was in the kitchen in her tight jeans ...