Mafia Desire (Erotica)

SATURDAY – MOM’S BIRTHDAY

I, Steve, 21 years old

My Mom, Erica, 43 years old, well turns 44 in this story

This story is a part of my incestuous relationship with my Mom and our “adventures”.

This story starts with “The Day I Started fucked Mom”, parts 1 and 2.

I wrote a story about Mom’s birthday, that involved interracial sex, but a lot of people didn’t like that, so this is a completely another version of Mom’s 44th birthday.

In this, other version of Mom’s birthday, I’m taking Mom on an incestuous cruise to the Caribbean and it’s divided into three parts.

This part (and the last) is about what happened on her birthday, on the cruise ship outside Jamaica.

For you who are new to my stories, I am Swedish myself so English is not my native tongue, so bear with me on grammatical issues or misspellings. Focus on the big picture instead.

If you want to know more about Mom and how we ended up fucking, read “The Day I Started Fucking Mom” – parts 1 and 2. And of course part 1 and 3 in this mini-series.

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Mom woke up before me. I just laid in bed, watching Mom hustle about. She was wearing my absolute favorite and by far the sexiest nightgown she had, a short, low-cut, sexy, satin, blue nightgown that I’d bought her for Christmas. And…. one can clearly see through the thin material the impressions of her big nipples and the outline of her shapely breasts, the nightgown left little to the imagination.

I knew that this was her favorite nightgown because I had bought it for her, and it showed the most of her fabulous body to my horny eyes, and Mom loved to tease me, make me horny, and dress sexy, which she knew she loved as well..

I loved Saturday mornings, she’d be sitting with her knees spread apart, giving me a good view of her panties. I loved seeing Mom’s sheer panties as much as I loves seeing her cleavage. I loved my voyeuristic view and sexually exciting flash of her panty-clad crotch, her pussy mound, her camel toe, and her pussy slit.

And more than once a week, Mom’s underlying intentions came through; I’d lift up her short nightgown, pull down her bikini panties, and fuck her while holding on to her big tits and hard nipples, touching them, finger them, pull them, turn them, and twist them.

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When Mom saw that I was awake, she came over and leaned over me to give me a good morning kiss, giving me a great view down the nightgown of her tits. I could see the tops of her meaty breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage.

Her big tits spilled out of her nightgown top, and it doesn’t take her long to notice my throbbing erection. With me still, in bed and with Mom standing over me, I watched her stare down at my engorged prick, tenting the cover.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

From my low vantage point of lying in bed and from where she was standing over me, I could clearly see up her short, sexy nightgown. Obviously, she was teasing me.

With the morning sun pouring in through the balcony door, behind Mom, I could clearly see the swollen impression of her pussy mound, her camel toe, and her pussy slit, and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties. She was incestuously teasing, and sexually enticing me. She always made me so horny seeing her dressed like this. Especially today, she was horny and wanted her birthday fuck.

My cock was a tent pole, I kicked off my sheet to show Mom my morning wood. I wanted her to see how big and how hard my cock was for her, not as hard as it could get, but hard enough.

“Happy birthday Mom,” I said and gave her a big, birthday kiss.

I reached down and felt Mom’s shapely, round ass through her short, sexy nightgown while kissing her, and my other hand reached in front of her to feel her firm, DD-cup breasts and finger her erect nipples through the satin nightgown.

I loved the smell of her Jean Nate bath splash mixed with soap, shampoo, her sensual perfume, and the taste of her pink lipgloss.

I reached my horny hand up under the nightgown and squeezed her round, firm, naked ass.

A son sexually feeling, fondling, and groping his mother and a mother allowing her son to touch her sexually was as sexually exciting as it got, and it felt so natural and normal.

“You remembered my birthday,” she said smilingly. “How nice?”

I returned her smile, while cupping her pussy in the palm of my hand, and slid a slow, purposeful hand between her legs while tracing her pussy slit with my stiff finger. Pausing at her clit, I gently rubbed her clit, and as always, she let out a sexually excited gasp. The damp, moistness of her pussy was a telltale sign that she was ready for a morning fuck

“I’d never forget your birthday Mom,” I said.

With the two of us ready to play this game, Mom sat on the bed beside next to me, reached her hand down, and touched my cock, then she wrapped her fingers around my erection, fondling the head of my engorged cock with her long, manicured fingernails.

“You have such a big, beautiful cock, Steve,” she said looking from my erection to my face. She gave me a sexy look and a naughty smile and said in a sort of childish way;

“Would you like me to do something about that for you?”

“Do something?” As if I didn’t understand her meaning, teasing her into being more sexually explicit, I loved a little role play.

She gave me another sexy look, and smile. She looked down at my blood-filling cock before returning to my eyes with her sexy look.

“I could masturbate you, sir,” she said slowly moving her hand up and down my cock, like she was teasing me.

“Or if you’d like, I could blow you,” she said pushing her cheek out with her tongue while moving her other hand back and forth next to her mouth.

“But, Mom, it’s your birthday, and I don’t want you to work too…”

“You… you don’t want Mommy to blow your hard cock?” she said and tightened her grip on my hard cock.

“Yes.. But..”

“That will come, I promise you, but for now, tell me what you want and what you’d like me to sexually do for you. Seeing your erect prick always makes Mommy horny.”

She tightened her grip and jerked my swollen cock and slowly stroked me harder while turning her head to stare at me.

“Seeing your hard cock always makes Mommy want to do something to sexually satisfy her son,” she said.

Then, she stared down at my engorged cock again, before turning her head again to make eye contact with me again.

“I’d like for you to blow me, Mom,” I said. “Only…”

“Only what Steve?”

“Only, It’s your birthday, Mom, and…”

“Don’t be silly, I told you, we’ll get to that as well.” Mom said giving me a sexy smile and a devious look.

“I want you to cum in my mouth? It wouldn’t be much of a blowjob if you didn’t cum in my mouth,” she said. “My proof that I pleasured you with my hand, my mouth, and my tongue, I love it when you cum in my mouth. You cumming in my mouth is my compliment that I gave you another great blowjob.”

She stroked her hand up and down my shaft. She held it at the base, leaned forward, and spit a long trail of saliva from her mouth down onto the head of my cock. She then rubbed her hand over the tip and down to the base several times. And while she stroked me she said;

“Wow, what a glorious birthday present, by far the best ever, this is going to be a great birthday.” Mom said and slowly moved further down the bed, and in a very slow, deliberate, and sensual move, her wet tongue painted from underneath my balls to the tip, slathering the shaft as she went.

Our first Mother/son-birthday-blowjob was just about to happen. Her first taste of her incestuous birthday sauce.

She batted her eyes up at me before wrapping her soft pink lips around the tip of my rock-hard cock, her tongue came out to swirl messily around my cock-head. She slowly lowered her head, her lips stretched out over the girth of my cock. She almost swallowed the knob in her attempt to take me down. The pulsing suction on the helmet sensitized the shaft to its base. She moved her head slowly and the softness inside her mouth massaged my cock.

I watched my cock disappear into her saliva-filled mouth, inch by inch the veiny shaft disappeared in her warm sensual mouth.

Stroking me while sucking me, all the time keeping eye contact. Teasing me, she temporarily removed my cock from her mouth to show me her kissing my cock, licking, and sucking my, by-now, rock-hard cock.

“Oh, Mom, that feels so good. Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me. I can’t wait to cum in your mouth, your birthday breakfast” I said and gently put my hand to the back of her pretty head.

I ran my fingers through her silky brown hair while she cupped my testicles with one hand and stroked my cock with her other hand. Stroking me faster, sucking me deeper. Moving her head up and down as if she was an interactive video.

Today’s blowjob was very different, she took it slow, no rush, no dirty talk, just a slow and sensual Morning blowjob, and I loved it.

I closed my eyes and laid down my head on a pillow and just listen to Mom as she made all of the cock sucking, slurping sounds that I loved to hear, and listing to her moans of pleasure, that she always makes when she’s sucking my cock.

“You may fondle my tits and finger my nipples while I suck you if you’d like. I like it when you play with my tits and finger my nipples while I’m sucking you,” she said removing my cock from her mouth again to remove her arms from her nightgown straps and to expose her naked breasts.

I fondled her big, DD-cup breasts and fingered her already erect nipples while she stroked and sucked my cock. The faster she stroked me, the deeper she sucked me. The more I felt her tits and fingered her nipples, the closer I was ready to cum.