Birthday

by Allison Heather

  I flung my arms around my son's strong neck and pulled myself up to kiss my boy's thoughtful face. Joe used his immense strength to lift me up and I found myself sitting in my son's lap like riding a saddle one sided. I kissed my son's mouth, "I am so sorry. I am sure Jenny would realise her misunderstanding. How can she assume you love another woman?”

  Joe smiled ruefully and changed the subject, "Mum we need refill but I do not want the angel who has dropped in my lap to move from my lap."

  I giggled like a schoolgirl, "JOE, you say such nice things. You mum is an old lady hurtling towards her big fifty. An angel she is not. I will freshen the glasses."

  "No mum, this is the job for the man. I know I can carry my angel, No, I insist you are," Joe got up with me in his arms as if I weighed as much as a feather. I had both glasses in my hands. We both laughed as I filled them shakily and my son balanced me in his arms.

  I had a brilliant idea I picked up the bottle as well. We were once again comfortable on sofa and sipped wine rather quickly.

  I suddenly realised Joe had not answered my question, "Joe, why does Jenny thinks you love another woman? Do you?" I regretted asking that. Twice in short span I had doubted my son. I was also a bit miffed with his girlfriend at being presumptuous.

  "Mum, I have never said anything to support that. I have never shown any signs to make anyone even think of such a possibility. I have not even said it aloud in my own mind let alone to anyone," my son's face was now showed a deep-seated ache.

  I tightened my arms around my son, "Forgive your old mum, Joe. She is being stupid. I cannot see the pain on my son's beautiful face."

  Joe held me tight as well and buried his face in my hair. We sat there for a long time.

  "Mum realisation has set in as you quizzed me," Joe whispered in thick voice into my hair, "I cannot be dishonest anymore, not with you. I do love someone other than Jenny. I just never acknowledged even to myself, as it would be disloyal to Jen."

  I moved back to look at my son's face. I saw young Tom and my father in his incredibly beautiful and handsome face. Suddenly my chest tightened. I wished we never had this discussion. I had that premonition that mothers have intuitively. I feared that my son would say something I possibly did not want to hear.

  "Mum, I am sure that other woman I am in love with is you." Joe said simply. Atom bombs are dropped in a simple gesture of gravity but devastation is phenomenal.

  I gasped and somehow knew that's what my son would say. I lost my husband, and now might lose my son because the emotions we shared now moved into a different realm - prohibited, illicit and deemed dangerous and wrong by society.

  I started to cry silently and buried my face in my son's chest. Joe kissed my hair repeatedly and kept on saying 'Sorry Mum’ that made me cry even more. I cried as much for the insoluble problem we faced and, also that my son might feel sorry he felt that way about his mother.

  I stopped crying eventually and looked at my son. I saw pure love written all over his face. I was not worried about incest and all that goes nonsense with it. I was worried about my son who now found himself at crossroads.

  Joe looked at me with fierce affection that took my breath away. Before I could do or say anything my son crushed his mouth over mine. I clung on to his neck and allowed my mouth to open and soon my son's tongue found its way inside his mother's mouth. I cried and kissed my son. Joe stroked my back as our kiss became fierce to the point of being violent.

  Joe seemed to be angry with himself and me that he somehow found loving his mother as a woman. I felt angry that somehow I allowed my son to develop those feelings for his mother. I moaned as my son crushed his mouth on mine almost cruelly. I cried and sobbed and in wild anger at the travesty that our lives had become bit hard on my son's lip. I heard Joe emit a low groan. I tasted salty thick fluid in my mouth. Mother in me won and I moved away and saw a deep cut on my son's lower lip bleeding.

  Joe smiled peacefully and sucked on his lip. I touched my son's face with both hands and muttered 'sorry sweetie so sorry' like mantra.

  Joe laughed, my son actually laughed and looked at peace with himself. I jumped and went to bring the usual things mothers keep. I pressed Joe's cut lip in thick soft gauze until it stopped bleeding.

  "Joe, we need vaccination. Human bites can be dangerous." I was and sounded very concerned.

  "Mum relax, this is nothing. If I do die of this bite at least I go out with a gift from the woman I love." Joe's speech was funny as his lower lip was in my pinch.

  I kissed his nose, "Joe, please don't talk like that. I would die if any thing happens to my son."

  Joe held me tight and moved my hand from his lip, which had already swollen badly. The bleeding had stopped. I did not fight the feeling and kissed my son's painful mouth gently, as I always did.

  "Mum, you will have to visit me to kiss it better until it heals," Joe said mischievously.

  We both started to laugh madly. I rested my face back on my son's chest. We drank and finished the bottle. I looked and felt tired, more emotionally than physically.

  "May I take you to you bedroom, mum," Joe asked and my eyes locked in to my son's brilliant light brown eyes.

  I did not say no. Joe picked me up in his arms and I stroked his face with my hands tenderly like his loving mother. Rex bounded after us. Joe stood with me in his arms as we both stared in to each other's eyes. Internal struggle was so obvious in my son's face. Joe's face was transparent and showed his emotions to anyone who knew how to read him.

  Time seemed to have slowed down.

  I whispered, "Joe, we can not deceive Jenny." I saw Joe's face become calm right away. My son whispered, "No mum, we cannot. Would I have my mum tomorrow morning as I did until I said silly things tonight."

  I kissed my son's cheek with fierce affection and no answer was necessary. Joe placed me down and I saw him walk away to his bedroom. I held back tears, I had cried enough tonight to last me few years.

  Rex nudged me on my bottom and I laughed despite the pain in my heart.

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  Chapter 4

  New Year Eve, 2009.

  I felt hurt in a strange manner. My hurt was compounded by the ache my son carried. Rex who had been patient so far sharing me with my son now showed his envy fully. He sat on the carpet showing no signs of jumping on the bed as he does when ready to go to sleep. I had lost a bit of tipsy feeling from excess of wine.

  "Rex, you are impatient tonight. Do not worry my older son is not competing with you." I talked with Rex as I do, conversationally.

  I pulled my blouse and shorts off. My panties were soaked with my juices that surprised me. Rex stood up looking for lead. I wanted Rex as much as he wanted me. Rex could offer me catharsis my emotions needed. I wanted to see Rex's face as he took me.

  I lay down on my back on the edge of the bed with a pillow under my bottom. Rex attacked my cunt and ass hungrily. His raspy tongue licked my anus and continued to my clitoris. Rex had me moaning in few seconds. I was few more seconds away from my orgasm.

  Rex jumped up on the bed. His massive furry body between my flexed spread thighs. Rex found my cunt awash with sex juices in one try, first for both of us. He had already started to develop a knot. I had to bite hard on my lip as Rex slammed his huge cock in one savage thrust. Rex started to fuck my cunt with frenzy, I thought, surpassed anything we had shared before. His spurted cum right away and kept on doing as his cock sped in and out of my cunt. I came on his fourth thrust and kept on coming for the next half an hour Rex fucked me.

  "Rex, fuck mummy. FUCK MUMMEEE HAARDD," I shrieked huskily as my teeth were clamed on my lip.

  Rex's open mouth drooled over my face and his tongue was close to my panting mouth. I flung my arms around his strong neck and pulled his mouth on to mine. I sucked on Rex's tongue as his haunches moved with ferocious speed. His movements were a blur as his cock slammed inside my convulsing cunt with amazing force and pace.

  I moaned a
s each spurt of Rex's hot cum bathed my cunt walls. Rex panted with happiness as my tight cunt clasped around his cock. I had learnt that made Rex slam even harder almost hurting me. I wanted to be hurt that night. I wanted a physical pain to add to the deep emotional pain in my heart.

  I moaned both in passion and pain as Rex slammed harder and faster in my cunt. His cock seemed to have grown even thicker. His long cock hit against my cervix creating another sensation that pushed me over the precipice of lust into waiting arms of violent orgasm.

  I freed Rex's tongue to lick my face. Rex found my nose and his tongue entered my nostrils on each upward stroke. The tip of Rex's cock, enlarged even more. The flat angled surface was ideal in connecting with my tender cervix. The bone in his cock gave his shaft the rigid painful hardness in causing that delicious pain that comes from a woman's cervix being mauled savagely.

  I came again and tried to muffle my shriek. I wanted Rex to hurt me even more. I had never asked Rex to pull out of me with his knot fully inflated. I wanted him to take me in my ass with his knot fully developed. I knew that will hurt me, might even damage me. I wanted to punish myself in an irrational fit of emotional turmoil.

  "Rex, sweetie, mummy wants you to take her in her ass," I used my feet to gently push Rex away. Rex was very sensitive to my body gestures. I hurriedly pushed my hand between our bodies to cover my cunt in case Rex understood my intention and pulled out his cock, knot and all.

  Rex surprised me by pulling his haunches and his cock snapped out of my cunt making me yelp in pain. I moved my feet away from Rex and that gave him signal to penetrate me again. My hand had covered my cunt. Rex's cock hit my closed fingers first. I moved my hips up a fraction. Rex's huge cock found my anus.

  I was expecting pain; in fact I wanted Rex to hurt me. What happened was way beyond my expectation and endurance. Rex slammed his cock, his flat hard slanted tip found my anal opening and his powerful haunches did the rest. I felt my anus being torn asunder. I screamed into the soft pillow I had bitten in anticipation. My anus opened from tiny tight ring to accommodate Rex's thick knot's girth bigger than any cock I had had inside me. Even though my sex juices and his cum had coated his cock, my anus was dry.

  I screamed again as Rex pulled his massive girth with lightening speed and slammed it again. My anus felt as if a red-hot poker had been shoved inside it. I welcomed the pain even though my senses were overwhelmed with its intensity.

  Rex heard my screams and felt encouraged, his instincts had been honed to take my screams as indicator of pleasure he gave me. His haunches flew like a freight train. His cock tore my anus apart as Rex fucked me with his monstrosity with his typical speed and force.

  I felt tears of pain stream from my eyes. I sobbed as the horrible intolerable pain stabbed me with each thrust of Rex's huge cock in my ass. I clung on to Rex's strong neck and my heels dug on his back. Both were my signs for him that he was pleasing his mummy, intended to make him go harder and faster.

  Rex spurted his hot cum and that made his pistoning cock slide in and out even with greater ease. Rex, however, did not notice any difference. His strong muscular haunches would have propelled his cock even if my passage were to be bone dry. I muffled my screams as best as I could. The pain from my anus was undiminished. Each thrust from Rex's cock was like another slice from a sharp knife.

  I had never felt such horrendous pain in my life. The pain of delivering Joe paled into second place that night. Rex, my lovely Rex, brought me the deliverance his mummy seeked. He slammed his truncheon of torture with unabated ferocity in my torn rectum and suddenly my scream intensified as my body betrayed my pain and I came. I was crying and sobbing both with the unbearable physical pain and the mental anguish that Rex could give me pleasure even when I wanted him to hurt me and cause me pain.

  My nose started to run. My face felt drenched with my saliva, tears and snot. I did not care. I allowed my senses only to seek the pain Rex's cock wreaked on my body. I felt his huge thickness each time he bludgeoned it back inside my ass.

  Rex was insatiable. The tight anal canal around his massive girth made him fuck me even with more frenzy. I sobbed for another hour as Rex hurt me non-stop. I cried and screamed as Rex slammed his cock in my painful rectum time and time again. I came four times. My orgasms added to my anguish. The pain remained unchanged even when I was coming. My body was responding to pain, that I seeked and got.

  I felt my senses becoming dull with my incessant crying, intolerable pain and the ache deep inside my psyche. Rex was cumming all the time he fucked me, slammed his cock to the hilt and flopped on top of me. His crushing weight was a welcome reassurance of his presence.

  I felt his monster cock twitch and throb inside my tortured rectum. I had stopped screaming but was sobbing. My sobs were shaking my body as a child does after crying for a long time. Rex looked at my face with his luminous brown eyes boring inside my brain.

  Rex started to lick my face. He licked all traces of tears, saliva and mucus. I held him tight. Rex would lie on top of me for a long time. My tight anus would keep his knot inflated.

  Rex placed his huge noble head by the side of my face and we both lay there in a bond that had transcended species. The silence in my bedroom was broken by occasional panting sound from Rex and my sobs.

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  I slept fitfully. I woke up sore and aching. I saw blood on the sheets and my visit to bathroom confirmed that Rex and I had managed to mark last night as special. I winced through my morning routine. I put on fresh panties and cotton house gown.

  I started breakfast. Fresh juice, toasts, scrambled eggs, pancakes, cereals, everything Joe liked. I did not hear Joe enter the kitchen but Rex did. His heavy breathing of welcome alerted me. I turned and expected Joe to hug me. Joe started and then stopped. My heart ached. I pleaded with my eyes. Joe smiled and covered the distance between us in two long steps and engulfed me in his arms, "Happy Birthday, mum." His lower lip was swollen and bruised.

  I kissed my son back, "Happy birthday, darling."

  We both kissed Rex. He knew something was special that day.

  Joe kissed me on mouth twice and we both smiled. My pain of last night evaporated in the warm sunshine of my son's smile. Joe lifted me and put me on the kitchen top, "You just watch, Milady. Your minion would prepare the breakfast."

  My son's atrocious imitation, of old English accent, made me laugh merrily. We were talking and touching each other as we always did. Joe worked smoothly. I noticed he added milk but not cream in scrambled eggs, deviation from my recipe.

  He set up the table. I jumped down to take chair but Joe held my hand and pulled me in his lap, "Milady's throne is ready." I giggled. Joe and I laughed as if last night was an aberration and forgotten. We finished breakfast and gave Rex his customary well-toasted bread.

  Joe and I agreed to go for a long walk. We both went to change. We jogged, ran and walked, through various routes in the woodlands. Rex chased birds, rabbits and imaginary preys. We all were panting and sweaty by the time we finished.

  Joe stopped at my door, "Mum, no chance I can join you in shower."

  I could cry. I no more worried about my son's resolve, he would hold. I was not sure my resolve was as strong as his. His sadness weakened me more than my temptation. That reason to surrender would be unfair to my son. I smiled sadly.

  Joe waved his hand and roughed up Rex, "You are luckier than me, Rex. You can always be with mum."

  I whispered, "Joe, please."

  Joe whispered, "Sorry, mum."

  We were ready and watched an old movie. Joe filled me with his plans. I saw his father in the sharp intelligence. I offered my cent worth of legal advice.

  I had booked the exclusive restaurant for dinner and New Year eve but Joe held my hand, "Mum I would rather have you alone with me then in a place filled with strangers,"

  I nodded showing my understanding of my son's notion, Joe added happily, "Bonus being I get to torture my mum with my coo
king."

  I let out fake scream of mock anger and pulled his hair with my both hands.

  Joe had three bottles of vintage champagne in chiller. Joe insisted I just sit and relax. Rex helped my son by getting in his way and at times I collapsed laughing as they collided, stumbled into each other.

  Joe cooked seven-course dinner. He used dumb waiter and heating cabinet to good effect. It was getting to be six. Joe kissed me as he freshened my champagne chute, "Mum, we can dress up as we would have if we were going out."

  I agreed. I rushed up to my room. I did want to show my son my evening dress. I had chosen a cream silk sleeveless dress with sky blue pashmina Stoll. Joe had complemented that I looked 'great' in this dress when I wore for his university convocation two years ago. However, that night I did not wear bra. I chose short-heeled flat fine brown leather strip-woven Roman sandals. I wore the perfume Joe bought for me from Grasse, when he visited France. I did notice silk draped over my large bra-less breasts making them more pronounced than a bra would have done lifting them up and outwards. I had no makeup. I never wore any makeup, except rarely and that included just moisturising cream in winters.

  I walked to the lounge and saw my son in blue suit with white buttoned down shirt and maroon tie. I had mentioned that Joe looked 'phenomenal' in blue suits. I was stunned how huge, masculine and beautiful my boy was. Joe was staring at me. I walked slowly towards my son. Joe whispered, "Mum you are so beautiful." He brought a single stem of rose he held behind his back.

  "Nothing compared to my handsome son," I hugged my son. My breasts tingled as my son's body pressed against my nipples. Joe kissed me lightly. I did not want my son to release me from his embrace but we parted reluctantly.

  Joe gave us fresh chutes of champagne and I put the rose in an appropriate crystal long necked vase.

  Joe had a mixture of classical alternating with variety of songs we both liked.