Birthday (3 page)

Rex and I learn to fuck in missionary
position. I bravely took Rex in my ass and cried actual tears as he
fucked my ass with brutal lunges. But I persisted and in few days
Rex could take me in either holes and I moaned with equal
passion.

Rex turned into a gentle giant adult dog and
we became true loyal friends and lovers and still maintained the
relationship that I was Rex's 'mummy' first and foremost. People
who saw us together were amazed how well trained Rex was!

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Chapter 3

Winter of 2009

Joe rang me late November, "Mum, I want to
come soon after Christmas, so that we can celebrate our birthdays
together."

I hid my disappointment of not having my son
over Christmas for the first time. I laughed and giggled to show my
happiness, "Joe, I love you, son. Please do. Remember this would be
Rex's birthday too."

We talked for an hour. Rex wagged his tail
wildly as Joe talked with him on phone. His love for Joe had not
diminished.

I had my first Christmas alone. I should
rephrase- Rex and I had our first Christmas alone. Rex somehow
sensed I was missing my son. He stuck even closer to me than usual.
He would not miss a single chance to lick my face and would bring a
smile. His open mouth with tongue lolling was his way of laughing.
I had dinner with Rex. I was stunned at the restraint Rex showed
around food even though he was barely out of his baby year.

Rex fucked hard and repeatedly that night. I
cried as he took me roughly and painfully. I hugged him and kissed
him. Eventually we fell asleep.

Joe arrived on 28th of December. I went to
pick him up in one of three SUVs custom-made by Aston Martin. It
had a large back with padding for Rex. Rex and I waited for Joe. I
was stunned. In seven months Joe had become mature. His six feet
four inch frame was fuller with big muscles. He had day old
stubble. He looked so much like his father, only slimmer and taller
but as handsome, and my word, even more handsome.

Joe came rushing and engulfed me in his
arms. I was lifted up in the air, my face close to my son's. I
planted my lips on his smiling mouth. I closed my eyes as the love
and warmth of our relationship washed over me. I threw my arms
round my son's muscular neck. Rex barked softly and hugged us with
his front legs. I felt my family coming together.

We drove back. Rex and Joe got acquainted as
if the time lapsed had vanished. Joe would hug me every chance we
came close to each other. I did the same. When I was finishing
dinner and Joe hugged me form behind I swiftly turned and buried my
face in my son's white soft tee shirt and started to cry. I did not
cry but wailed. I wailed for my losses over the years. I wailed for
the happiness that surrounded me. I wailed for the son who had
grown and left the nest for good.

Joe buried his face in my open hair and
cried. Rex sat quietly close to us. Joe cried silently and I sobbed
without shame and inhibition. My nose ran and my tears and snot
soiled my son's tee shirt. I felt the wetness of my son's tears on
my scalp. We stood in tight embrace for ages. Rex mewled softly.
Joe and I looked at his concerned handsome face and we both smiled.
Rex soon wagged his tail.

Joe looked at my soiled face and I looked at
my son's tear drenched face. Joe whispered with intensity that
shook me to my core, "Mum, you are so beautiful."

I could not help but beam and blush. Joe
lifted me up in his arms. His strong hands under the curve of my
ample ass supported me up. I flung my arms around my son's neck.
Joe kissed my snot tears soiled face all over. He kissed my tears,
mucus clean. I started to giggle and laughed loudly when Joe
engulfed my nose in his mouth and licked it clean.

I closed my eyes as happiness engulfed me. I
kissed my son's tears with equal devotion. Joe kissed me on tip of
my nose before putting me down.

We had dinner filled with conversation,
laughter and good wine. Rex climbed on the chair and sat with his
huge paws on the table and nodded off.

Joe and I went to the family room with our
cognac. Joe opened his arms and I automatically sat inside his left
arm. Joe wrapped his arm tight around his mother. Rex jumped on the
sofa and put his head in my lap.

Joe filled me in. He had already decided to
leave his present job. He was going to buy a failing software/IT
firm and start his own business. He was taking a huge loan against
his business. I was worried and reminded him of his inheritance
worth hundred times the business in question.

"Mum, I want to come one day as independent
and successful as dad was," Joe kissed my nose and said with quiet
intensity.

I was filled with maternal pride, "Can I
invest, Joe?"

Joe smiled, "Provided you allow me to
underwrite your investment against the material collaterals."

My son would make it on his own. I accepted
that and offered my investment.

We sat and had three more drinks when Joe
yawned. I nudged his hard stomach and said, "Time to go to
bed."

Rex and I took my son to his bedroom and
kissed him good night.

I undressed with a tug in my heart I could
not understand. Rex was on the bed watching my every movement. I
chose not to wear anything and jumped in the bed. Rex moved close
to me and I knew right away Rex wanted me. I quickly put one pillow
under my ass. In no time Rex’s tongue was nestled in the junction
between my thighs. I came in few moments of Rex's cunt licking. I
came again, soon. Rex on his own climbed over me and his hips
dipped between my flexed open thighs. His huge cock found my wet
cunt.

I bit on my lip as my cunt stretched to
accommodate Rex's thick long cock. Rex fucked with brutal fast
thrusts. I started to cry might be with happiness, might be that I
found love with Rex, the love that would never be expressed in
words, words we are enslaved by. I felt Rex's massive knot inside
my cunt and his hot cum spurting inside me.

Rex kissed my face. His haunches moved with
amazing pace and I shrieked as my first orgasm hit me. Rex would
make me cum many times before we finished that night. I had
forgotten Joe was in house and not bothered to close the door by
habit. I started to sob and cry, "Rex fuck me baby. FUCK ME. I love
you my son, Rex...AAAH." I was screaming muffled by Joe's tongue
inside my mouth. Rex and I failed to notice that a pair of was eyes
watching us make love.

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I was sleepy when Joe walked in early
morning, "Mum, can I sleep in with you?"

I forgot my son was a man now. I forgot I
was naked. I also forgot that I was full of Rex's cum. Only thing I
remembered in my sleepy state was that my son had come as he did in
past to join me in bed for few hours in morning. I smiled and Joe
lifted the duvet and slipped inside. He only wore shorts. I found
myself in my son's arms. Rex got up sleepily and licked our faces
before settling down to sleep.

I buried my face in my son's muscular chest
and fell asleep.

We woke up quite late. I fluttered my eyes
to fight the sleep. I felt my son's strong arms around me. I heard
his deep breathing with occasional soft snore. I also heard deep
breathing of Rex. I nuzzled my face in my son's chest and closed my
eyes. I fell asleep again.

I woke up with a start. I was alone in bed.
Rex had gone, so was my son. I was about to call for Rex when I
heard his low bark from downstairs. Rex knew his mummy was
awake.

I heard footsteps and Joe walked in with a
tray and Rex right behind.

I got up forgetting my breasts were exposed
to my son.

"Mum, good morning. Breakfast in bed for the
lady of the manor," Joe kissed me on my lips and then on tip of my
nose.

"UMMM. Good morning my darling. Please don't
spoil me. You will leave me in few days." I regretted sounding
desperate.

Joe kissed me again, "Please allow me to
spoil you a bit. Even just to indulge your selfish son."

I fought back the tears and smiled
bravely.

I was spoilt next few days. Joe cooked and
he had become an excellent cook.

We went out for long walks on our estate. We
swam in our indoor swimming pool just trunks and panties. I was not
embarrassed to be bare breasted in front of my son.

I started to plan for our birthday and Joe
held me tight, "Mum, just three of us. That will do." I kissed his
shirt. My heart was thumping against my chest, filled with
love.

On our day of birthday, after breakfast we
all went out for a long walk. Joe, Rex and I jogged and ran. We
laughed and ran more panting with laughter, fun and exertion. Even
tireless Rex was panting when we finished.

We all jumped in swimming pool, Rex followed
us. I had installed UV system to avoid chlorine and Rex used the
pool as much as I did. We were sweaty. I was in my bra and panties.
Rex jumped around us splashing us. I felt my son swim underwater
and soon my panties were pulled off my legs. I giggled as I tried
to admonish my son, who was laughing his head off. Even Rex seemed
to laugh at me.

We finished after fooling around for an
hour. Joe toweled Rex as I walked to my bedroom in my bra and
nothing else.

I found the whole living room filled with
flowers. Joe had arranged a simple gift but that touched me deep
inside. I started to cry. I forgot I was naked but for my bra and
ran back to the pool. Joe saw me and understood. He got up and
opened his arms and I almost ran and collapsed in my son's open
arms. I started to laugh and cry at the same time. We both stayed
in each other's arms.

Eventually I took control of my emotions.
Joe whispered, "Mum, May I shower with you like we used to."

I nodded yes.

Joe, my strong son, picked me up in his arms
and took me to my bedroom, Rex in tow. In shower, Joe removed my
bra. I pulled my son's trunks off and gasped. Joe's cock was
flaccid but was enormous. Even in flaccid state it was as long and
thicker than his father's hard cock. I had no idea how long it
would be when erect.

Rex jumped in the shower with us. Joe soaped
me with love all over. His hands on my breasts made me burn. I
soaped his giant frame. I soaped his giant cock. I cleaned
underneath his prepuce as I did when he was small. We both soaped
Rex.

When rinsed after a long shower. We toweled
each other. That meant we both toweled each other and Rex.

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Joe insisted on dressing me. My son chose a
white silk blouse, without a bra and light blue cotton shorts. I
felt Joe's gesture most natural. I too reciprocated.

Joe rustled up a light late lunch. He opened
vintage champagne.

I after many months had family under my
roof.

We watched movies my son also cooked all
along. I brought out my gift for my son. He would be twenty-three
on our birthday and I forty-eight. Rex would be one year old. I
gave Joe the keys to his Bentley. He kissed me and we both knew it
only meant something to him simply because I bought it for him.

Joe brought out his gift. He gave me a
diamond anklet and a card with handwritten poem. I hugged my son
and kissed him.

We both hugged Rex. My son knew how
important Rex was in keeping his mother company. We both had so
called gourmet bones for Rex but we both knew it meant nothing to
him. Our hugs and kisses meant more. I would have special gift for
Rex that night.

Joe had cooked a gourmet four-course dinner.
I had not had such a nice evening for months. We ate, talked and
drank.

"How are things mum?" Joe asked me.

I ran my hand on my son's broad heavily
muscled chest, "I missed my son very badly," then I giggled, "but
your little brother Rex helped."

We both laughed at my joke and Rex pricked
his ears and wagged his tail.

"Mum, any man in your life? I should not ask
because I would be so mad with jealousy." Joe stroked my hair.

I laughed at my son's possessiveness, "No, I
never dreamt of any other man in my life after your dad." I added
with a smile, "of course except my handsome sons Joe and Rex."

Joe held me tight. The last time I had sex
with a man was nine years ago, night before Tom flew to that
fateful trip. Rex was the only 'man' I had sex with that too over
the last few months.

Joe refilled our glasses. We were getting
tipsy but also cosy with each other like we used to.

"Joe, why would you be jealous if I were to
be with another man?"

Joe laughed, "You are teasing me mum." I
giggled because I was teasing my son.

Joe bent towards my upturned laughing face
and bit on the tip of my nose, "Mum, it is as old as Oedipus. Son
can just about accept his biological father in his mother's life.
Anyone else appears a usurper."