A Gift to My Mother on My 21st Birthday My mother and I live alone, as she and my dad are divorced. I attend university while she teaches at a nearby high school. I am currently 20-years old but am quickly approaching my 21st birthday. Recently, she asked me what I would like for my birthday and I replied that I would think about it and get back to her. But, in actual fact, I knew exactly what I wanted from her, although revealing it to her would a touchy problem. I will now explain why. My mother has always been a wonderful parent to me but as I went through puberty, my male sexuality began to emerge. By the time I was 17- or 18-years old, I was very much interested in the opposite sex, including not only the young women in school, but also my own mother, who is so much more mature than them. My mother may not be as attractive as they are but she has her own kind of appeal. Physically, she is somewhat heavyset and very busty and that excites me sexually. I also have a thing about seeing a woman’s legs and my mother’s legs are definitely no disappointment. Ditto for my mother’s tits. So, by the age of 20, I knew that I was sort of “hooked” sexually with her and that I wanted to feel what it was like to be intimate with her. The fact that she is so much older than I am was of no concern to me. What I really wanted her to say is, “Okay, I know that you lust for me and it’s okay; I understand that you want me, so this birthday night we will be sexually intimate.” In reality, I knew that it would not be that simple. So over the course of the next several months, I naively hinted that perhaps she could help me learn about sex and how to do it. She was surprised and confused that I would ask such a question and when I suggested that she show me pointers in bed, she was shocked and adamantly refused. She said that would be incest and that it would destroy her career if it got out. Later, when I “came clean” and told her how I felt about her, she was slightly more understanding but still refused. I also told her that it sort of represented a rite of passage from late adolescence into manhood for me. But all of this was to no avail and I reluctantly abandoned the attempt. On the day of my 21st birthday, several friends and relatives came over to celebrate the event. Wines, beers and liquors flowed freely and my mother and I drank more than our share of it. We were both light-headed but neither of us was drunk. After the party was over and everyone had left, I started putting away my gifts when my mother surprised me by saying, “You haven’t received my gift yet. Don’t you want it?” I was confused and replied, What gift?” She said, “You will have to come to my bedroom to get it, but first give me fifteen minutes to take a shower and get it ready for you.” EXACTLY fifteen minutes later, I knocked on her door and entered her bedroom. She was in bed under the covers and said, “Please turn off the lights and come to bed.” I got into bed with her and sucked her tits until she motioned me to go on top and make love to her. As I began having sexual intercourse with her, she started to moan over and over and it was obvious that she was enjoying the experience. After about fifteen minutes, she was nearing her climax, so I was careful not to finish before her. With a loud gasp, she had her orgasim and I followed by crouching down over her and ejaculating my sperm deep inside her. I had finally inseminated my own mother. She told me that this was the first time that she has had sexual intercourse in a very long time and that it was “very, very special”. She said that it was all the more special because it was done with her own son. I replied that this was my “gift” to her. BWN