I’d really like to give you something extra special for your 18th birthday,” said Mom, as we stood in the kitchen in the early evening, “but I don’t know what. Well, I could think of something extra special that I would like to have my mother give me, but I wasn’t foolish enough to say it. For years, ever since.
I had begun to have the slightest inkling of what sex was, I had had a tremendous craving for Mom’s big luscious body. Thousands of times I had fucked her and licked her and fondled and kissed every part of her anatomy in my fantasies, spilling gallons of cum through ardent masturbation.
Now I won’t lie to you – Mom was not the kind of woman who would immediately cause any man’s cock to give a jump. Her hair had begun to turn gray prematurely, and now at 45 she was quite gray haired. Her skin, however, was still quite smooth, and her complexion was a creamy peach.
She had big brown eyes that I loved to look into. She was rather tall, about 5 foot 7, and she was definitely on the plump side. She did not have sensational tits or trim ankles or a sexily outthrust derriere. She did certainly have adequate breasts, and her ass was pleasingly broad
And her legs were shapely, even if they were generously full, especially in the thighs. She wore rather short house dresses, in the mode of the day, and tended to be rather careless in the way she sat. She always crossed her legs, and her skirt would ride up, giving an exciting view of her thighs and ass.
She was well-proportioned in a large, comfortable way, though with a bit of a belly. But to me – ah, to me, she was the ultimate object of beauty and desire eighteen is such a special birthday. You should have something that you really want a lot Mom continued.
Well, Mom, what I really want a lot is a big hug and kiss from my favourite Mom.” Mom laughed. “Oh, you can have that anytime,” she said. “Yes, but now that I will become a man, I want a real adult kiss. You know, not just a mommy kiss, but a woman kiss.”
Well, most mommies do tend to be women,” Mom said playfully. “Yes, and my Mommy is a woman I would sure love to get a real woman kiss from. You know what I mean hhhmm. I’m not too sure about that idea. Well, OK, but I thought you said you wanted to give me something I really wanted a lot.
I guess you didn’t actually mean it and now wait a minute!” Mom protested. “Of course I meant it. Uh – you are just joking, aren’t you – about the kiss, I mean.” “No, Mom, I definitely am not joking. What I would really like most is a big honest-to-goodness adult kiss from my beautiful mother.
Mom sort of giggled in an embarrassed way aaww, come on, honey. Stop teasing.
I’m not teasing, Mom, but I see that you really don’t care enough to go that far, so just forget it. Get me some socks and underwear or something, something that just costs money. Honey, you are really being hard on me. Really, I do want to make this birthday special.
She touched my cheek now do you honestly mean all this stuff about an adult kiss?” All this stuff! Mom, I consider a real kiss from my Mom as more than just stuff! She laughed again, obviously at a loss where to go from here.
We did kid around a lot, and I knew that she still wasn’t sure whether I was serious. “Look, Mom,” I said, taking her hand, “I’m just coming into manhood. In another few weeks I’ll be out of high school, and God knows where I’ll be in a couple more years is it asking too much to want just one real heartfelt kiss from the woman
Who has always meant more to me than anyone else in the world?” Mom turned serious and looked at me tenderly. “And that’s what you really want? Honestly? I couldn’t be more sincere, Mom. That’s what I want.”