A Birthday Gang-Bang For Mom - Sex Stories

A Birthday Gang-Bang For Mom

My name is Ken and I'm a successful businessman living with my wife in New England. Every year on my mother's birthday, I make a pilgrimage home to join my father and b*****rs in giving her a very special birthday present. My wife and mother had never taken to each other, so, as always, my wife did not ask to go along. She did not know about my special relationship with my mother. As I left the heavy city traffic behind, my mind wandered and I began reminiscing about the first time I contributed to my mother's special gift. She had made a man of me that day. The experience was so intense that I remember every detail as though it were yesterday. As I played the images back in my mind, my cock began to harden and stick its head out through my unzipped fly. I took it in my hand and slowly masturbated as I recalled that day ten years before. My mother is a stunning beauty who earned critical acclaim for her work on the Broadway stage. She never had a leading role, but her outstanding performances in supporting roles caught the eye of play-goers and critics alike. At the age of twenty-one, she gave up her promising career to become a housewife and mother. She gave birth to and raised four sons and one daughter. She never used corporal punishment to keep us in line. A slight rise in the pitch and volume of her voice was all that it took. Mom's forty-second birthday party was a rather large affair. Her charm and generosity had earned her many friends. I should have been enjoying ...

... myself, but I was so restless that I couldn't sit or stand in one place for more than a minute. Earlier that day, my oldest b*****r Clark had confirmed what I had suspected for years. After everyone but the f****y left, a special party was thrown in our parent's bedroom. I had had my eighteenth birthday just a few weeks before and was now old enough to participate. My parents firmly believed that i****t should only be between consenting adults. The crowd trickled away until only my parents and I, my older b*****rs Clark, Jeff and Thomas, and my older s****r Polly remained. Mom had received many beautiful gifts, but they would pale by comparison to the gift that I was about to give her: my strong body. She began to flirt with me, something that she had never done before. She twisted a finger around a lock of my hair. "Are you really a virgin, son?" she asked. "I know you jack off a lot. Is that all you've done." I was shocked to learn that she knew about my compulsive masturbation. "Really, Mom, that's all I've ever done." After a little more teasing, I was told to go to their room and lie naked on Mom's bed. I removed my clothes and stretched out on her perfumed bed. A few minutes later, Polly walked in carrying a bag of wrapping paper and ribbons. She whistled when she saw the size of my cock, even though it wasn't yet hard. "I have to wrap you up," she said. "I did this to the other guys and everybody got a big kick out of it." I was blushing like a little k** as she covered ...