Ah, of course I could think of one thing in particular that I would like my mom to give me for my birthday, but I wasn’t stupid enough to say it directly to her. Seriously, when I had only the vaguest notion of sex, I had begun to have day and nightly lustful thoughts about my mom’s ripe flesh, and in these fantasies I had intertwined with my beautiful, ripe mom thousands of times while I glued, caressed, and kissed every inch of her body, all the while squirting the cum that came out of my intense masturbation all over the place.
Seriously, my mom isn’t one of those women that you get all kinds of lustful thoughts about when you see her. Her hair color had started to fade slightly earlier than expected, and at 45 years old, some of it was already gray. However, her skin was still very smooth, with a slight reddish tinge to her white complexion. Large brown eyes, and at 5’7″ tall, her body may be slightly plump for some.
She also didn’t have what you might call tantalizing breasts, or neatly shaped ankles, or a sexy perky ass. But she had full breasts and a wide pelvis, which made her hips look comfortable, and her legs were just a little too full, but very beautiful, especially her thighs. She often wore very short loungewear and was often rather casual when she sat down, and when she folded her legs, the foot of her skirt crept up her thighs, showing off her beautiful thighs and buttocks. Overall, her figure gave you a very harmonized, comfortable feeling, despite the slight bulge in her belly. But to me──to me, she was the most beautiful in my mind, my favorite.
“Eighteen is a special day in your life, and you deserve a gift that you especially want.” Mom continued.
“Well mommy, my good mommy, what I want more than anything is a tight hug from you, a kiss from you.”
“Ha, Mom can give you any of these whenever you want them.” Mom laughed.
“But, Mom, you know, I’m already going to be a man, so I want, not, well, not a kiss from a mom, but from a woman.”
“Yeah, a lot of moms want to be a woman too which.” Mom joked.
“But, mamma, I want such a kiss from you most of all, you know what I mean.”
“Well, I guess I’m not so sure.”
“Well, OKAY, but I thought you said something about you wanting to give me the one gift I want the most. You can’t be kidding me early.”
“Come on, don’t say that.” Mom protested, “Of course I’m not kidding, but, you, aren’t you kidding–well, I mean, about the kiss.”
“Mom, of course I’m not kidding, I do want a real kiss from my beautiful mom, a man-woman kiss. Of course, it’s still the lowest thing with a hint of sex in it compared to the thousands of times I imagine I’ve done it with my mom, but, after all, to do any of those things, you’ve got to look for a place to start.”
“Come on stop it.” Mom was still smiling.
But this time, I wanted to have a little hairy embarrassment, “Mom, I’m really not kidding, but if you do feel a little…well, then you can just forget about it. Just get me a pair of socks, or underwear or something.”
“Don’t say that lah, I really want you to feel like it’s a special birthday for you.” Mom patted my face, “You really thought through what you wanted that kind of kiss, didn’t you?”
“Of course, Mom, a real kiss from you is so much more than a kiss to me.”
Mom laughed again, but this time, she was a little overwhelmed, and after all that talk, I knew she still wasn’t quite sure if I was serious.
“Mom, you know…” as I took her hand, “I’m almost an adult, in a few weeks I’ll be graduating from high school, and God knows where I’ll be in a few more years. To me, you’re the most cherished woman in the world, is it too much to ask that I want a heartfelt kiss from such a woman?”
Mom became serious at this point and looked at me with a tender gaze, “Honestly, do you really want it?”
“I couldn’t have wanted it more, Mom, it was exactly the gift I’d been longing for.”
At this point, Mom got a little handsy again, “Since, as you put it, when do you want to get this gift?”
(My birthday is less than a week away.)
“We can practice now, I think, so you can see how much I want this gift.” I smiled at my mom.
Mom smiled, her face already shyly red and looking extraordinarily beautiful, “I don’t think that’s the only kiss you want to get, is it?”
“Oh, Mom, look what you’re thinking of me, I just don’t have the experience, and maybe you’ll have to take some time to get used to it, but I guess you want to be like me, just like me, don’t you?”
Mom laughed again, she was really getting into this game. “I guess I don’t know what kind of place this dangerous game is going to take us both, but you know, using that tone of voice to talk to mommy gives me a whole new feeling of excitement…what a slick little thing.” Mom said, “But I guess I’m a little incapable of autonomy too.” She stared at me for a moment and said, “Well, big boy, let’s do it.”
She takes a few steps closer to me and I reach out and wrap her up in a hug, then she hooks her soft arms around my neck and lifts her head, then when I lower my head, she closes her eyes…
Kissing her like this made me feel very warm and sweet. There was just a little bit of wood in her and her wonderful lips were tightly closed.
“Mom, it felt beautiful, but I think this is still kind of like a mom kiss, and I think it would be nice if you could relax a little more so that it could be softer, and a little longer in. Mom, let’s just try it again, okay? “
“How did I let you do this to me?” Mom muttered in a small voice, then she made a shrugging motion as if to say, whatever, since it’s already this way. She lifted her head toward me again.
This time mom’s lips were much softer and slightly open. Her warm, soft body was pressed against mine, and my prick, which had actually been erect for a long time, just pushed against the small of her back. God, she must have sensed it! And her bulging breasts were pressed against my chest. This time, it just went on and on. Mom seemed to be trying to prove her sincerity to me, like she was waiting for me to open the kiss, but I wasn’t about to do that. I felt my heart pounding violently, dizzy with excitement and pleasure. I’d kissed some of the girls at school before, but this one, God, never one as wonderful as today. Finally, I felt her almost reluctantly. It was Mom who slowly broke away from my arms. She gasped a little, and so did I. Oh, this one should be a manly kiss.
“Aww, Mom, one more time, okay?”
I pulled her into my arms once more, and she struggled weakly, protesting, twisting her head to keep me from kissing her.
“It’s not fair, it’s a lie! Cheat!” She yelled and fussed, but at the same time, laughed pleasantly. Gradually she calmed down and once again pressed her warm, wonderful body against mine, hooking her arms around my neck, “Okay, you little glutton.” And so she gave me another sweet kiss, this time quickly breaking away from my arms, but of course, to me I felt as if she didn’t mean to do so. With a little fuming embarrassment, her face reddened, yet still she smiled.
That night, seeing that she was alone in the kitchen, I went this way and, slightly rudely, caught her, and then, giving her a very passionate kiss on the lips, at first she struggled a few times, then relaxed and opened her beautiful lips in response to me, but this time she was quick to break away from me, and looking at me tenderly, said, “Good night, big boy. “
When I arrived home from school the next afternoon, this time, I was more polite, “Try again? Mom. ” I asked her.
“I’m not sure I should have believed you when you said ‘once’.” Mom said with a smile.
Of course, she still threw herself into my arms and gave me a rather wonderful soft kiss, and this time we lasted much longer. The taste of her arms against my neck, her soft breasts against my chest, and the small of her back pressed against my prick was wonderful and unmatched. Finally, Mom tilted her head back, her arms still around my neck, and said, “These kisses are starting to get more and more serious.”
“Seriously? I find it very interesting, don’t you?”
Mom looked at me for a long time and replied, “Yes, honey, I haven’t kissed like that since my honeymoon.” Then she met her lips again…
Over time these kisses evolved into a series of warmer, longer, more affectionate kisses, and as we both embraced in a very adult way, such kisses lasting up to five minutes, the kisses my mom was giving me had become nothing less than a woman’s kiss to a man. In fact I was beginning to fear my engorged prick coming out of my pants. I’m sure she could feel it throbbing, and the sensation of it pressing against her belly. I would have been in heaven already if I hadn’t been worried about one thing: I thought I might squirt my sperm on the spot because I couldn’t take the excitement. On the other hand, I also noticed that Mom was trembling too, and was breathing just as tightly. .