A Birthday Celebration (Chapter 1)

Janey was born fifteen minutes after Jenny. The dads met while looking in the nursery window and discovered they only lived two blocks apart. Although Jenny's parents were much older than Janey's, a friendship that developed from the shared experience carried over to the little girls. They became best friends and were inseparable. They started to school together, shared everything, and began dating at the same time. They dressed alike and always wore their dark hair in the same style. Janey's eyes are a little bluer; Jenny's are a little more gray. Often being taken for sisters, even twins, caused little girl giggles.

Their similarities have continued as adults. Both are slender in build but have curves in all the right places. Janey is a quarter inch taller at five eleven and their weight is within a few pounds of each other. They can and often do swap clothes. Although using the same large B, small C-cup bra size, depending on the cut of the bra, Janey'sbreasts are a little more elongated with slightly larger nipples while Jenny's are more cone shaped with larger more puffy areolas. Each of them skipped the second grade, graduated high school at seventeen, and with the first divergence, on their eighteenth birthday, Jenny married with Janey serving as Maid of Honor.

As the newlyweds left the Wedding Reception for their honeymoon, Janey, having been into the spiked punch too liberally, left with the Best Man for his motel room. Each became pregnant on Jenny's Wedding Night. Just over nine months later, Jenny gave birth to a son, Jacky, and a few minutes later Janey had me, Jamey.

My father had reluctantly offered to marry my mother but she declined, choosing to raise me by herself. Never refusing to allow him to visit me, she also never really encouraged it, although she would notify him of important events in my life like graduations and sports awards. He is married, has other children, and I had not seen him for almost three years.

My mother never married, though not from a lack of opportunities. Her parents died in an auto accident shortly after my birth. They were not wealthy, but the home, insurance and investments they had have allowed us to live comfortably. For something to do, she began working in a boutique after I started to school. A year later she and Jenny decided to purchase it. They now have three in various parts of the city and with good managers they no longer spend much time working. Although they visit the shops regularly, it is in an overseer capacity.

Jenny's parents retired when she married, bought an RV to travel and live in, and gave her their home as a wedding gift. Jenny's husband Jack was killed in an industrial accident when Jacky was two. Receiving a very substantial insurance settlement, she never remarried. She said she could find no one to equal Jack and what they had.

Jacky and I are as alike as two peas in a pod, just like our mothers. We are also best friends, grew up together and lost our virginities on the same night while on a double-date. Away from home, if you saw one of us you would see the other as we were always together. Often we have the same thought at the same time. While young, we developed the habit of calling the other mother Jackymom or Jameymom. They soon began calling each other that also. I had probably spent a quarter of my life in Jackymom's home; Jacky has done the same at our house. We would sleep over at one or the other's home if we had something special planned the next day to get an early start. While we were small, when either mother had a date, which often happened, the other would be the babysitter. Jackymon usually refers to me as Son Two, a nice little play on words.

To celebrate our eighteenth birthday, we would graduate high school in less than a week, the mothers told us they decided to treat us to a Friday evening at a very nice restaurant and dance club. They dressed as if we were going out on a date. Jackymom and Jacky came in our front door as Jameymom emerged from her bedroom. I looked at them, and then at Jacky. We had the same thought; we have two absolute foxes here, pure walking sex appeal. It was the first time either of us had looked at our moms and saw Woman. It was instant hard on time.

With mascara, blue eye liner, pale rose colored lipstick, Jameymom had on a low cut, mid thigh length, spaghetti strapped light blue sheath with the color almost exactly the same as her eyes. A single strand of pearls bisected her chest calling attention to the beginning of her cleavage, pearl stud earrings, dark stockings and heels completed her ensemble. Jackymom was dressed similarly with her gray sheath matching her eyes. Her gold stud earrings matched a gold choker necklace.

The evening was fantastic. The meal was absolutely delicious and they allowed us couple of cocktails for the occasion. The conversation was stimulating, witty and amusing. Often, as they were laughing, they would lean forward to treat us to down blouse shots of their beautiful breasts. Several times as Jameymom leaned forward, she placed her hand high on my thigh, as for balance, and would give a little squeeze as she removed it. Dancing, changing partners after each dance, Jacky and I tried to hide our perpetual erections. We were certain our mothers knew and knew what their teasing was doing to us. It seemed to amuse them although they never mentioned to us our state of arousal. During my first dance with Jameymon, I tried to maintain a decorous distance between us, but soon her body was pressed against mine. The feel of her breasts against me, the way her thighs touched mine as we moved, only aggravated my erection. Jackymom danced the same way.

Finally though, the night had to come to an end. Jameymom allowed me to drive home. As I held the car door open for her to enter, she sat down facing me. Swinging her legs to get in, she spread them. Her dress rode up giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the tops of her stockings and her panty clad pussy. I almost shot off in my pants. As I glanced up, red faced, she was looking at me with a slight smile. When I started the car she slid next to me, thigh touching thigh, as if she was really my date. She had not pulled her skirt down. I could see bare skin at the top of her stockings. She took my arm pulling it around her neck and on her shoulder so my fingertips were brushing the swell of the top of her breast. Her head was against my neck. She laid her arm on my thigh with her hand holding the inside of my knee. Her elbow pressed the side my throbbing dick. As I drove under street lights I could see down her bodice. My mouth was dry. My brain was spinning. I was so hard it hurt. I do not remember much of the drive home, just the view resulting from the lights.

When I stopped in front of Jackymom's house, Jacky was to come after his truck the next day, I hopped out to open the car door so she and Jacky could exit. As she slid out, her dress rode up like Jameymom's had done. I could not breathe. She hugged me as she stood and gave me an open mouth kiss which curled my hair. We had often kissed, but only mother-son kisses, pecks on the mouth at times, but usually on a cheek or on the forehead. I had never received such a sexually charged kiss. She then whispered in my ear for me to enjoy my birthday. I thought I had been. I was still in a daze after parking the car in the driveway and entering our house.

Jameymom

Jameymom wanted to know if I was enjoying my birthday so far, and, as my answer was affirmative, was I ready for it to end. Saying I was not, she then asked if I wanted another drink. I jokingly replied, three in one night, are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me. Placing her hands on my cheeks, she looked me in the eye and asked softly if I wanted her to do so. I was stunned. My mind reeled. What did she mean? Was she asking me to, to, f*ck her, to make love to her? At noon I had never had a sexual thought about her. Tonight, I had a perpetual hard, an erection for almost six straight hours. Looking at her, looking at Jackymom, touching them, holding them, dancing with them, fantasies had been running riot all night.

As I stood there, she stepped into me, driving her tongue into my open mouth. The kiss was definitely not a birthday kiss, not a mother-son kiss. Her hard nipples stabbed into my chest as she inserted a thigh between my legs and rubbed my erection. Her cuntal mound was pressed against my thigh. My arms wrapped around her, squeezing so hard I know she had trouble breathing.

Breaking the kiss and leaning her head back so our eyes locked, she asked if I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I just started babbling. I do not remember exactly what I said and some if it probably did not make sense, but it included: do you know what you are doing to me, you are beautiful, Jameymom, your my mother, I have been hard all night, I love you, why are you teasing me, I want you, what is going on?

Laughing delightedly, then commanding me to follow her, she led me by the hand into her bedroom. She began to slowly remove my clothes. Stopping me from moving twice, once when I was going to help and the other when I tried to touch her, by the time she had me stripped I was shivering as if the temperature was below zero. Kissing me but stopping me from putting my arms around her, she pushed me back until I sat on the bed. I was so hard I was hunched over and leaning forward.

Standing tall, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. It slipped to the floor as she wiggled. I sucked in my breath with an audible hiss as she posed in her bra, panties, thigh high stockings and heels. Softly she said it looks as if her Baby likes his Jameymom. Oh, god, yes, I whispered. She unclasped her bra and let it drop. She placed her hands on her hips, hooked her thumbs in her panties, and slowly, so slowly, lowered them. A small triangle of fine dark hair appeared, pointing downward to her sex. As her labia became exposed, glistening as if oiled and as hairless as her stomach and thighs, I drank the vision with my eyes. I continued to whisper that she was beautiful, she was gorgeous, she was, she was, perfect. I hesitantly raised my hands, cupping her breasts while letting the nipples dig into my palms. I looked up at her smiling eyes, into the love shining from them.