Mommy's Birthday (an MCU story)

>”Oh God, I remember when we used to run around the house playing Star Wars”.
>The room explodes with laughter as your mom continues to detail another embarrassing story featuring you.
>Looking into the mirror, you sigh to yourself. A tired “You can do it, okay?” comes from your mouth.
>Any normal person wouldn’t understand your tense body and sweating forehead, but they don’t know what day it is and what awaits you down those stairs.
>The most beautiful women from your life are here, celebrating the birth of the most important woman in your life. You are about to face a night of teasing, mixed signals and quick runs to the bathroom. May God help you.

================================8:30 PM================================

> “And look who came out of his cave!” Your busty redhead neighbor exclaims, looking particularly bustier tonight in her tight dress.
>You muster a smile and try to think of something witty. “Been out of it for 18 years already”.
>Laughter erupts from your arguably inappropriate joke, it’s then you realize how hammered they probably are. And the night hasn’t even begun.
>”Come on, give Chrissy a hug.” She gets up and hurries towards you, arms open and prepped for landing. You notice how usually she had to squat down to hug you, giving you a perfect view of her breasts, and now you’re the one half-kneeling. The view is still great, though, even if from above.
>The embrace is a bit too long to be healthy, but you don’t really complain, the warm feeling of her breasts pressed against your body is enough to send you to heaven.
>”Mrs. Hendricks! What would your husband say? My son, his wife, getting all cozy in my house? It’d be the talk of the neighborhood for years!” Your dear mother says, in mock surprise and a sly grin.
>”Jess, you keep saying that and one day it might actually happen.” She says, breaking away. You don’t think much of it, she’s been saying that for years. But this time you felt a hint of sincerity in her words, maybe it’s your imagination. Lord knows she deserves a better man in her life.
>”And where’s my hug?”
>”Right here, as always”
>The embrace is quicker and heartfelt, even without the feeling of big mammaries pressed against you, this hug is much better than the previous. You don’t really know why.
>Breaking apart, you notice a faint scent of vodka in your mom. They really did start early.
>”So, where’s everyone?”
>”Oh honey, you know, off to do something important. No one really cares for your poor mother anymore.” She says in overly dramatic fashion.
>”Mom, please.” You say while chuckling, your dorky mom never stopped being dorky.
>She smiles. “Alright, Sofia can’t come, Naomi is busy with the family, Gemma’s sick, Hayley’s back to Britain, the usual. I told them not to worry. Hey, some even bought me gifts already.”
>You sigh, relieved. The night now seemed a lot more bearable, you can handle just Mrs. Hendricks’ teasing. “So just you two?”
>”Please, we’re a family, the sisters are coming. You know, Auntie Antje *giggles* and Auntie Claire.”
>You stop at that last name, your breath grows heavier and your heart beats faster. For the next seconds you barely listen to your mother.
>”- my birthday or yours? - Anon?”
>”W-what?”
>”Rachel left another book for you… Are you okay?”
>”Y-yeah, it’s nothing.” You nervously say with an awkward laugh, quickly grabbing the book and going to your bedroom.
>The moment you waited for so long is here, and you’re kinda terrified. Figures, right?
>It’s been about a couple of months since you visited Aunt Claire in that theme park she used to work. A couple of months since those glorious endless nights of (sinful) pleasure.
>You wipe your sweat, the night just got a lot more complicated.

===============================9:00 PM=================================

>Some time later, progress is finally happening in the kitchen. The past half hour has been nothing but banter, light teasing and carefully taking drinks away from your mom, or at least trying. Your check the counter, the standard cake and main courses aren’t even done.
>”We’re really winging it this yea-“
*DING*
>”Doorbell!” Your mother yells, almost too enthusiastically.
>”I’ll get it”, you run up to the door. After taking a deep breath, you turn the handle.
>”Anon.” Comes a stern and commanding voice, you instantly spring to attention, raising your chin.
>”Aunt.” You respond in a firm voice, as she trained you in previous years.
>You share a firm handshake, which she congratulates you on.
>”Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
>”Ah yes, please, come in.”
>She enters the house, her imposing march could strike fear into the heart of the most ferocious person, her gazing predatory eyes could stop a lion dead on its tracks, but only you knew of her soft and caring side, the one that sang to you as a baby and stopped the crying.
>She turns. “Alright, checkup time.”
>”Yes ma’am.” You say, giving a military salute.
>As usual, you quickly remove your clothes, standing only in your boxers with arms wide open. God, this family has some really weird traditions.
>She circles around you, checking each and every detail of your body, a serious expression flat across her perfectly sculpted face.
>The usual questioning starts: what are you eating? How much are you running? Keeping up with sports? etc…
>For the final step of the evaluation, she personally slides her hands over your body, touching and squeezing where it was needed. As dangerous as that sounds, she never went over the line like your Aunt Cate did. But today she was taking her sweet time with it.
>”Uh… Ma’am, is everything okay?”
>”I’m just being thorough, anon.”
>As you put your clothes back on, she gives her analysis:
>”From where I’m standing you appear to be a perfectly healthy 18-year old, congratulations. Just one thing I noticed, you were weirdly comfortable with the final checkup, it’s almost like you were confident with your body… Tell me anon, have you lost your virginity?”
>You do a mental spit-take.
>”W-What? How are these things even related?”
>”You didn’t answer my question”
>Saved by the bell, you hear a small thud coming from the kitchen.
>When you get there, it’s like the circus arrived. Mrs Hendricks is laughing hysterically as your mother collapsed into the table. She stops laughing when blood comes out.

==================================9:30 PM==============================

>After worried screaming, your aunt stepped onto the scene and quickly started to fix things up.
>Mrs Hendricks is passed out in your bed. Your mother is between forced puking and forcedly drinking a mix of coffee and other things you didn’t even know could be liquefied. A nice bandage rests on her forehead. Antje really doesn’t waste time.
>You notice how the cake and main course still aren’t ready.
>You walk up the stairs to ask your aunt what you should do-
*DING*
>You’re instantly at the door. It can only be her. It has to be her.
>The door swings open.
>It’s her. With a mischievous grin that could make you melt and seducing eyes that made you feel more alive than ever. It’s her.
>”Hey… Is anyone here? It’s usually louder by this time.”
>”Uh- they’re all upstairs, something happene-“
>”Oh, they’re all upstairs? Good.”
>She pulls you in for a kiss. The deep and lust-filled kind, the kind that you don’t share with your aunt.
>Caught in a surprise, you swiftly move your hands to her generous ass, barely fitting it all in your two hands. You start to squeeze it. She moans in your mouth every time you do.
>Time quickly goes by as you lose yourselves in each other’s mouths, releasing all of your pent-up sexual desires since those nights. Lost in the moment, you barely realize you’re pushing her down to the ground.
>She breaks away from you when she hits the grass, almost laughing.
>”Whoa there, boy. Easy!” She says almost breathless, not believing someone at her age can get you this excited.
>”I’ve missed you so much” is all you can muster to say in the chaos happening inside your mind and body.
>”Really? I didn’t notice.” She replies with a cocky grin. “Don’t worry, I’m staying for some time.”
>Your mind can only imagine how great your nights will be.
>”And I brought ice cream”.
>This is all she needs to say for you to lose it. You get on top of her, passionately making out under the stars.

=================================10:00 PM=============================

>You finally get in the house, giggling like teenagers, which is only appropriate for one of you.
>You quickly explained the situation to her, and after addressing it’s all fine, she goes to help you in the kitchen, she says she remembers how to bake a basic cake. All she needs is the recipe.
>It, of course, doesn’t take much time for you to stop focusing on the cake.
>As you’re sitting at the table, going through the Big Recipe Book, you can’t help but look at your teasing aunt, as she toys with you, using anything close to her, kitchen appliances, fruits, whatever.
>The escalation of teases comes to it’s boiling point as she pretends to drop a spoon accidentally.
>”Oh, silly me, how clumsy. Better pick that up”.
>She starts to crawl under the table. You can imagine what’s coming, but you can’t believe it’s actually happening.
>”Oooh, what have we here?”
>You hear your zipper opening, you feel a hand going deep inside your pants, you feel her gentle touch on your dick, and the rest is heaven.
>You close your eyes, fully giving yourself to touch as she expertly works your shaft, from soft licks, base to the head, to full pumps, to powerful suction you didn’t know was even possible. She controls the situation, you have no idea what she’ll do next, and you love it.
>When you’re about to fall into a state of pure bliss, you’re interrupted by the people that you forgot were here.
>”Anon?” A worried voice comes from the other side. It’s your mother and her sister, the middle sister, since the youngest is with you, right now, under the table.
>”HEY-H-hi! H-how’s the head? Better? Y-you can’t go losing blood in your birthday, it’s a bad sign for the year” you practically machinegun that lame sentence, barely making it coherent, your nervous laugh doesn’t help.
>You can feel her laughing on your dick.
>”She’s getting better, I’m here to refill the coffee.” Antje says assured, marching towards the cupboards. You can only thank your mom for her decision in expensive tablecloth, covering the entire table, top to bottom, all four sides.
>”Yeah, coffee, that’s goo-hhhhhng”. She’s using both hands.
>”Anon? Are you okay?” Your mother asks, worried. Somehow, the sight of your mother has enhanced the situation, something you don’t really give the time to ponder on.
>”I think I’m just under a bad weathhhhhng- *cough* - weather.” Licking and sucking now.
>”Oh, it’s not that cold again is it? This day can’t get any worse-“
>”Mom, calm down, it’s just a thing, it’ll pass-aaah.” You feel her hands on your thighs, she’s got a tight grip, going in for the kill.
>She audibly chokes, it’s almost like she wants to get caught.
>You fake a cough to try to mask it. Taking every strength in your soul to not scream, or shake or really do anything as you climax deep inside her throat.
>”Anon, I really don’t think you’re okay. Your aunt will go upstairs and grab something. Alright?” She continues, those mother instincts still going strong.
>”I agree, but it’s weird. I examined him early, he was fine.” Antje says, with a quizzical look on her face, almost suspicious. But she doesn’t waste time, leaving the coffee mug with the older sister and leaving the kitchen.
>Just as Antje leaves, Claire stealthily crawls through the other side of the table, not being noticed by your recovering mother. She gets up and looks at you with a mischievous grin, giving you a cheeky wink as she wipes her mouth.
>She leaves for the entrance room and pretends to come in the house, opening and shutting the door.
>”Family! I’m here!”
>Your mother lights up and screams Claire’s name, quickly getting off the table and running towards her.
>You can finally breathe.

=================================11:00 PM=============================

>The past hour has been the hardest. The family finally started working on the cake. Mrs. Hendricks has come back to her senses and is just sitting at the table, chatting with you all.
>It all goes back to how it mostly was, with the women pining for you attention and teasing you. One teasing you more than the others, in any way she could.
>Her dangerous game of exchanging dirty words and kisses when no one was looking got more and more daring, to a point where you could swear Mrs Hendricks noticed, you stopped, just to be sure.
>As the cake is in the oven, you decide to wait in the couch, chatting and socializing, which in your case meant surviving.
>You mom returns after a session of phone calls.
>”You’re on fire tonight, sis! Was that Eva? Cate?” Claire enthusiastically asked.
>”No, none of them called for me.”
>”Oh.”
>”Everyone called in for my dear son.” She says, a tint of sadness in her voice.
>”You must be really tired of being his secretary.” Claire tries to cheer her up.
>”Yeah…”
>”Well, don’t leave us hanging, who called?” Christina asked in excited interest.
>”Try and have a guess.”
>Claire and Christina look at each other, their minds racing with ideas. No one really stops to point how ridiculously big the list of potential women is. You can only roll your eyes.
>Antje is casually drinking and smirking, enjoying the fun.
>”Okay, so it’s late at night, way past bedtime.” Claire starts.
>”Right, so not getting up early.” Christina continues the line of thought.
>”And really lonely, calling at this hour. Maybe drunk? Sad drunk?”
>”Ooooh, I think I got it.” Christina looks at Claire, she also gets it.
>”Annie?” The two say in unison.
>”Yep”.
>The two high five, celebrating.
>”That woman must be so lonely, anon. It almost feels like you’re the only person she has in her life.” Antje interjects with an almost sad remark.
>”Yeah, ever since that night you spent on her place some years ago, she’s been pretty clingy.” Your mom concludes with a worried and suspicious tone.
>”Well, you can’t fault her, can you? Just look at your son. I bet I’d be pretty clingy if he slept on my bed.” Christina teases.
>Your cheeks go red as they chuckle.
>”Aw, look at what you’re doing to him, the poor boy” Claire continues the teasing.
>”Alright, alright, I’m kidding. Come here, give me a hug.”
>As out of nowhere as that is, you can’t deny a hug with her. As you share an embrace, you feel her hand approaching your pockets.
>She sneakily slides a key there. You have no idea why.
>”My husband’s out for the weekend. Don’t keep me waiting”.
>Your eyes widen at the implication of her words. Thankfully no one was paying attention to your would-be innocent hug.
>As she breaks away, the room gets back to discussing who was the second woman on the phone. Antje was theorizing it was “The Russian”, as she liked to call her.
>But you notice that your mom isn’t on the room anymore. Claire gives you a worried look.
>”I’ll go talk to her”.

=================================11:15 PM=============================

>You approach her dark bedroom, the moonlight coming through the window making the space look downright melancholic. She’s lying in bed, staring at the walls.
>You knock. ”Mom, are you okay? You haven’t really been yourself tonight, with all the passing out drunk and everything. Did something happen?”
>She sighs as you approach the bed and lie down with her, much like how you used to as a kid.
>”I guess it was bound to happen.”
>”What?”
>”I’m 40 today. I’m only a decade away from middle age… I think I’m panicking. I’m feeling old… I’m worried I wasted my years or something...”
>You turn to face her. “Mom, come on. You barely look your age, hell, you’re prettier than most girls my age. You don’t need to worry about that.”
>She blushes a little and complements you, saying she raised you well.
>”I’m serious. I think the reason I only had one girlfriend is because you ruined women for me.” She laughs, not knowing how serious you are.
>”Please, you’re trying too hard.”
>”If you don’t wanna believe it, that’s fine, but it’s the truth.” You continue to reassure her. You try to think of what to say on her wasted youth, but you know you’re the reason she wasted it. “And I don’t know if this helps you, but I haven’t had a bad day with you, I’ve never had a wasted day with you, and I don’t regret the 18 years I spent with you.”
>She smiles, or at least tries to. “It’s a sad thing that’s ending, then. Your future is opening up and you’re moving out. I’ll have to stay here all alone…”
>You finally understand the problem. Your mom has always had a tragic life, losing her husband early, having to raise and support a child almost all by herself. You guess it’s all coming down on her, now that she’ll lose the most important man in her life, again.
>You feel something heavy on your chest, as it finally dawns on you that you’ll leave her too. And that hurts more than anything. You almost can’t imagine living away from her.
>”I-…” You blurt out, trying to say something that will calm her down. She just rests her head on your chest and holds you in a tight embrace.
>”Can you call me mommy again? It’s been a while since you did that…” She requests, with a sad tone.
>You hug her back and do just that, a weak smiles appears on her face each time you do.
>You both look at the ceiling, your eyes are closed.
>On the wall just above her bed is a now framed drawing of a bunny you made just for her.
>She looks at it, her smile widening as she remember all the great years she spent with her little boy.
>She’s at peace, realizing she also doesn’t regret a single day with you.

=================================11:20 PM=============================

>Things have calmed down, mommy’s back to her usual dorky silly self. You sang happy birthday and cut the cake, looks like the night is saved.
*DING*
>You look at mommy in a surprised expression, she just smiles with a big dumb grin, signaling you to open the door.
>It’s a delivery man. He’s got 2 boxes of burritos and a six-pack of cherry coke.
>Your face turns into one of pure joy, you give the man his tip and pick up the two boxes. You still can’t believe she remembers.
>Claire comes to help you, picking up the six-pack. As you’re both walking to the door, she comes close and whispers in your ear:
>”I’m letting you stick it in my ass tonight.”
>You tumble but quickly pick yourself up, the boxes almost going to the ground. This woman will kill you one day.

=================================11:50 PM=============================

>Everyone is finished. Mrs. Hendricks said goodbye with a dirty wink, Antje left and Claire went to the guest bedroom, but you know she’ll sleep somewhere else tonight.
>Mommy is in the kitchen, cleaning plates and tidying everything up.
>”Mommy, I guess it’s time.”
>”What?”
>”Your gift? I mean, did you really think I would forget it?”
>She smiles at you. A great feeling comes rushing through body, nothing made you happier than making your mommy smile.
>”Well, what is it? Don’t keep me waiting!”
>You hand her a cardboard box, it’s slim but a bit long.
>She excitedly opens it up, not giving a care to the packaging.
>Her great smile gets even bigger when she sees her gift.
>It’s the redone painting of a bunny, like the one you drew as a kid. This time painstakingly painted by you in your spare time, it took a while, but it looks beautiful.
>”It looks beautiful…” She’s almost out of words.
>”I hope it makes you feel even more special. Because you are, you’re the best mommy ever.”
>She rushes to you in a hug.
>”That’s not all.” You say with a grin. “I sent an email to Derek, I told him not worry about getting me in Harvard.”
>”What?”
>”I’m going to some local college. Maybe that one an hour from here.”
>”W-why? You were top of your class, you can get into Harvard.”
>”But I would be away from everyone. I would be away from you… And I don’t want that.”
>”A-are you sure?”
>”Absolutely.”
>She squeals in excitement, hugging you even tighter, tears rolling down her face.
>”My little boy is staying! Oh God I have to tell your aunts! I have to tell everyone!”
>She hugs you one more time, giving you a sly kiss on your lips, one that stays a bit too long to be normal.
>”I love you!” She says excitedly, running up to tell Claire the good news.
“L-love you too.” She’s already upstairs.
>You’re left alone, still processing that kiss.
>Was it an accident? I mean, it had to be, your mom is pretty close but not that close. Okay, she gave you some handjobs before but that was just a thing when you were growing up, it’s not like she wants you that way.
>And okay, yeah, you’re banging your aunt that kinda looks like her, but it’s not like you want her that way too.
>It’d be wrong, you know, to have sex with your own mother.
>Your pants tighten at the thought. It’s harder than it’s ever been.

=================================00:00 AM=============================

>You whisper to yourself: “Goddamnit”.
>Living here is going to be hell. Staying is the least healthy option, both mentally and physically.
>You’re so fucked.