Son's birthday

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Son's birthday

Waking up in the morning, I remind myself of mom's promise yesterday that I could have ANYTHING I wanted for my birthday.

Of course she meant, a movie or a nice meal out or some driving lessons. She has no idea about what I really want more than anything else !

But she has always taught me that promises should never be broken....so just what is her reaction going to be if I ask her first for a birthday cuddle and then bit by bit more initimate physical contact...?

Her boyfriend is out of town for the week so we wouldn't be interrupted.....will I be able to pluck up the courage to ask her ?
 
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"Mom" I ask casually across the breakfast table. "You know how yu said I could have anything I wanted today ?"

She smiles

"I don't want you spending all your hard-earned money but what would be really nice is to have a good long birthday cuddle...."
 
Mom:

My eyebrows were raised. It was unlike a boy of his age to refuse a gift, unless he had something better in mind. In the form of a cuddle? I seemed to be getting the better end of the deal.

"Are you sure son? Your birthday comes only once a year and you only want a cuddle?"
 
"Well" I answer "It's only the start of the day but as it is my birthday I am feeling kind of sentimental and it is YEARS since we had a cuddle"

My eyes are trying to avoid being too overtly directed at my mother's gorgeous chest. The fabric of the nightie is just a little bit too thick to see through but is protruding enough for me to realise that what is beneath would be a sight to behold.

Of utmost importance right now is for mom to think that I am still just her little child - any hint that I have sexual thoughts in mind will make her back off a mile.

"Please" mom I add, "I know you must think I am an awful baby for asking but it would be such a nice start to the day"
 
Mom:

For a moment I was made aware by my state of dress by my son's fleeting glances. But I cast those thoughts aside, as I thought it seemingly impossible for him to think of me in a sexual way. You see, I come from a conservative family, where sex is solely between married couples.

"Ok sure son," I moved across the table to where he was seated. "Let mummy give you a good hug," I said as I threw my arms around his neck, and brought his muscular body close to mine. He has definitely grown much after all these years.
 
son

The feeling of mom pressed against me gives me the assurance that I am not entirely wrong to have my fantasies ! I hold the hug for as long as possible - after about ten seconds she pulls back slightly but I hold her close.

"Mom, I was actually thinking of a proper long cuddle - up in one of our bedrooms like the old days"
 
Mom:

For a moment I could feel my heavy chest crushed against his muscular frame, and it made me feel soft and womanly. We hold our tight embrace for a little longer than necessary, and when I finally pull away, his reluctant hands hold me back.

Then he requests for yet another cuddle, but up in the bedroom. My mind started to run wild again, as thoughts filled my mind of the possibilities. What exactly did my son have in mind?

Yet, it was his birthday, and I did promise him anything. When I saw his look of disappointment at the slightest hint of refusal on my part, my heart gave in to the poor boy.

I just nodded silently. Maybe I was thinking too much.
 
son

A silent nod is better than a refusal, I think to myself - just how far is she going to let me go.

I mount the stairs not noticing whether mom is actually following me and enter her bedroom.

By my calculation it has been over a month since she last had one of her boyfriends to stay so the fragrance in the room is 100% feminine. I slip out of my pyjamas and into the bed.

Will mom REALLY join me ?
 
Mom:

With my mind still full of other thoughts, I walked up the stairs after my son.

The door to my room was ajar, and I figured that he was inside already. I still had no idea what was to come next, and taking a deep breath, step into the doorway, pushing aside the wooden door.

I first saw the pyjamas lying in a heap beside my bed and then the shape of my son's body under the covers. Was he naked?

Now fearing something, I stood by the doorway, and asked him to explain the situation. What exactly was it that he wanted? There was almost no way I would cuddle with him naked, unless somehow we could keep it to an innocent mother-son cuddle. Could we?
 
"Hi mom" I say as innocently as possible. "I'm sorry about taking off my pyjamas of that bothers you - it's how I normally sleep and I suppose I didn't think."

I start imagining just what mom would look like naked but know that there is no way I can request a peek just yet.

"I'll put my pyjamas back on if you really want,mom but now they're off can't we just keep it like that......" I giggle trying to appear as childish as possible - "I'll close my eyes if you're going to take off your nightie - otherwise just get into bed as you are - I am starting to look forward to this cuddle"
 
Mom:

Him naked, in bed with me. It didn't even matter if I was naked - it was a straight no-no.

"It would be better if you put your pyjamas back on son," I trailed off, my resolute waning as I pick up the look of disappointment yet again.
 
"It'll be the first time I have worn pyjamas in bed for ages, mom" I explain "I only put them on for walking about the house and stuff. The most I usually wear in bed is my underpants. Shall I go and get a pair of those from my room and put them on, mom ?"

You nod.

I go to my room, covering my genitals as I get out the bed. I return in my underpants and my mom is already under the covers.

"Can I join you now mom ?"
 
Mom:

I could barely keep my eyes away as he got out of bed naked, and then awkwardly tried to hide his privates as he ran past me and into his room. I caught myself staring somewhat and flushed. Maybe I should just get into bed first to prevent further embarrassing situations.
 
I get into bed next to her and wonder what I should do first. I lean my head against her shoulder and wrap my arm around her gripping the other shoulder. We are sitting almost upright.

Hardly ultra-sexual contact but it is a start.

"Mom...." I begin hesitantly "....perhaps we'd be more comfortable if we snuggled down a bit more."

I am trying desperately to think of a way of making things more intimate without wanting to give my game away too quickly...
 
Mom:

His head was snug on my shoulder, and I could even feel his warm breath on the front of my chest. I felt uncomfortable, and wanted to move away. It was not discomfort, but rather more because I was beginning to get slightly aroused. It has been awhile since any man has breathed down my breasts, to take my hard nipples in his mouth, to lick and suck them....

I shook those thoughts out of my head again, and barely manage to catch what my son just said.

Thinking for a moment, I realise just how awkward a position we were in. I laughed to myself. It didn't have to be this way.

Reaching my arms around him, I brought him close to my bosom, this time feeling my breasts mashed against his hard body. It was a motherly hug at most, and it did feel good to have my son against my body once more. He was just my little boy again.
 
"Mmmmmm" I sighed.

"you know whatwould make this cuddle really special mom ?" I ask.

No reply was forthcoming so I carry on - "If you took the nightie and bra off"

Unlikely she will agree but maybe worth the try.
 
Mom:

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I was stunned into silence by such a request, but as I gazed down at the boy nestled on my bosom, I didn't know if I saw my little boy or a grown up young man.

As if things weren't confusing enough, I began to feel his hardness prodding into my navel, pulsing as every second passed with us in the warm embrace. The only thing that prevented any contact was his sheer briefs, and my equally thin nightie.

It should have been an outright 'no', and I very well knew it. But instead I hesitated, and apprehensively pushed him away gently. It would be taken as a sign of weakness, as I would find out later on.
 
"I've upset you mom by saying that havent I ?" I hug you back closer "I didnt want to upset you but you are so beautiful that I can't help wanting to know what you look like and feel like without any clothes on - I've been having bets with myself about some things about how you look and......"

I think that I am probably saying too much too quickly and pause for mom's next answer
 
Mom:

My throat felt dry, as an awkward silence filled the room. It was wrong, but his request seemed so innocent, and could simply have arisen from curiosity. In a way, I would rather have him discover this from me rather some girl in school. But still, there was no way I could agree to this.

Gently, I pushed him away, and shook my head slowly. My mind worked quickly, as I tried to think of an alternative for him. Anything but taking my clothes off.
 
Mom's lack of words and her physical shifting away from me indicate that she is not going to give in easily to this unusual request for a birthday present.

"Is it because you love your boyfriends more than me ?" I try in an effort which borders upon emotional blackmail but might not seem that way if I handle the conversation properly. "I'm sure you let them look at you naked - and even touch you and stuff - is that because you don't love me as much as them ?"
 
Mom:

"But.....it's different," I stammered. All of a sudden, I was tongue-tied, and had no idea how to handle my son's onslaught of words.

"Honey, the whole thing is just not right - sons are not supposed to see their mothers naked, much less touch them," I tried to reason with him. I was sure he would see my side of the argument.
 
"It's driving me mad sometimes, mom" I say softly - "I don't know about whether it is right or wrong or whether sons are supposed to see their moms or not but I've started having these feelings for you and I don't think they're going to go away"

I put on a few tears and equally convicingly act the part of choking them back

"Even if you can't love me as much as your boyfriends, can't you just pretend for the day mom ? Perhaps you can just let me cuddle you and pretend you don't realise what I am doing until it is too late.....?"
 
Mom:

Pretend?! Even though the entire affair was getting out of hand, and it seemed absurd that I even had to reason with him since it was clearly a social taboo.

But what if my little boy really had no idea? After all, whatever he knows he learns from me, and if he doesn't know, it was my responsibility after all.

And the word pretend, seemed to spring up a few more possibilities. It seemed to take away the guilt, of doing something taboo, and perhaps the consciousness of it all.

Just maybe.

I looked at his eyes, and saw the tears start to well in them. I sighed.
 
A finger tracing the edge of mom's belly-button and then pressed into it.

"I mean....mom.....there's nothing wrong with me doing this is there ? Just relax"

It's going to take an enormous amount of courage but I run my finger down a few inches into pubic hair and quickly take the finger away.

"See,mom, just cuddling and stroking at the moment...."
 
Mom:

Before I had the chance to push his hand away from the top of my thin silk nightie, he withdrew quickly.

I was dumbfounded, and now I could find no reason to refuse him. Whatever we were doing now, didn't seem the least bit wrong. Maybe, just maybe it wasn't at all.

"I don't know son, I just don't feel comfortable....."
 
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