Chapter 2: My Family Throws Me a Birthday Party

Only a small portion of our family was engaged in incest, something that would have shocked and likely even horrified the rest of the family if they ever found out, at least on my dad’s side. My mom’s side was small - just my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristen as my grandmother lived in Illinois - much too far for her to travel for such an event. Of course, they were both involved but I couldn’t say the same for my dad’s side. Only his younger brother and two of his three kids played together, a dangerous situation when you considered how fanatical my Aunt Shari was when it came to sex - or should I say, no sex.

When I was younger, I use to tease my older uncle but that was another thing about getting old - it got harder and harder to tease without it being taken the wrong way. For a sixteen year old to jump in her uncle’s lap and tease him was one thing and most people just laughed at it (expect my Aunt Shari of course). But at my age now, it didn’t seem so naive and innocent anymore. God I hate getting old! Thus the time for skirts that “accidentally” rose up, or shorts that showed off a little more ass than was ‘appropriate”, was past for me, at least in these type of situations.

Both of my older cousins were married now and had nice husbands but again, they wouldn’t have looked to kind at me ‘seducing” their men, even in jest. I sighed but accepted the situation. One last thing about getting old - you start being responsible! Not many years before I would have dressed wild anyway and pissed off my Aunt Shari - not so hard to do really. Back then she would complain to my mom about how she raised me. Now I don’t know what she would do if I pulled a stunt like that and I really didn’t want to find out.

I finally made it over to my parent’s house around noon, much to the annoyance of my mother who had apparently expected me to come earlier and help set things up - for my own birthday party! Sheesh, whatever happened to the old-fashioned surprise party where all you had to do was show up, even if it wasn’t really a surprise? She DID wish me happy birthday, though, and when I kissed her, we held onto each other like two lovers. Well, it HAD been quite a while since she kissed me like that and when we finally broke apart, I looked at her with my eyes wide open with surprise.

“Don’t look at me like that ... it IS your birthday so I guess I have to give you some slack,” she chuckled as she returned to her work.

Mmmmmmm, I loved my mom and for a moment, my pussy got that tingly feeling again as I imagined what we might be doing if she didn’t have to get ready for my party. Personally, I would have gladly traded the party for an afternoon in bed with her. Now THAT would have been a special birthday present, yes indeed!

One thing I had noticed when I pulled in the driveway was that my dad’s SUV was missing so I asked my mom where he was. For a moment she got this pissed-off look on her face but she held her tongue as she explained that he had gone in to the office earlier this morning. He’d promised on a stack of bibles to be home in time for his only daughter’s birthday party but I could tell from her tone that she wasn’t too confident. Based on past history, she had good reason to doubt his word when it came to getting home, but something told me that if he didn’t return home in time today that there would be hell to pay!

For the next hour or so I helped my mom finish setting the tables and getting the food ready. I felt a little guilty over all the work she was going through as deep down inside I really didn’t give a damn about the party in the first place. Had it been up to me, I’d have been just as happy to go with my parents to some local restaurant, have the staff sing me their silly birthday song and get it all over with. Oh well, she meant well and I wasn’t going to spoil it by saying something insensitive. See - I AM getting old!

Finally everything was ready and we retreated to the living room for a few minutes of relaxation before people started arriving. We both sat on the couch and I leaned back and took the weight off my feet (no comments are needed as to HOW much weight!). My mom reached behind one of the pillows and brought out a small box wrapped in shiny silver paper with a pink ribbon and bow tied around it. She handed it to me with a smile and said, “Happy birthday honey. I know you’ll be getting more stuff later but this is something special for you that’s just from me.”

I looked at her and saw she was about to cry and I wondered what in the world could possibly be in it. I carefully untied the ribbon and bow and opened the wrapping slowly so I wouldn’t rip it to shreds (ok, ok, I am getting old!) It was a small jewelry box and had it been from my boyfriend I might have thought he was proposing but it was from my mom so THAT was out.

I flipped open the top and inside was a silver locket with the smallest, most dainty silver chain imaginable. It had that look that said it was old, from a different era. I looked at my mom and she smiled at me and encouraged me to open it. Inside was a picture of my grandmother on what appeared to be her wedding day.

“That’s your grandmother on her wedding day,” my mom explained, her voice shaking slightly. “She gave that to me just before I married your father and I have always planned to give it to you on your wedding day. I don’t know why but something told me I needed to give it to you now. I know you’re not getting married but it seems like your life has been through so many changes lately that it’s like you were.”

What could I say in reply to that bombshell? I looked at my mom and held up the locket between us. It was beautiful! Tears came to our eyes and we both hugged each other tightly. I loved my mother dearly and though we’d had a few shaky times recently, she was still the closest friend in the world to me and the only person I have ever “made love” with (and probably ever will until I AM married). At this stage of my life there was nobody in the world I felt as intimate with or as close to as I did my mom and her gift meant so much to me.

“I love you mom.” It wasn’t much but what more did I need to say?

“I love you too Kelly,” my mom responded softly, stroking my hair and running her fingers through it. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she leaned over and kissed me gently on the neck and around my ear. Her hand reached over and cupped my breast as I felt her move closer to me such that our bodies were tight against one another. We kissed and it wasn’t just your standard, “mother kissing her daughter” type of kiss. No, this was a sensuous woman kissing her younger lover. God, I wanted her so badly right then!

“Oh mom, that feels so good,” I whispered to her as her hand reached inside my blouse and I felt her caress my bare breast. My nipples were hard as bullets and sensitive as hell as she brushed the backs of her fingertips lightly over them. I leaned back against the couch and closed my eyes as she slowly unbuttoned the rest of my blouse and moved her head down to my chest.

“Oh yes!” I moaned softly as her lips touched my nipple and then she took more of my breast in her mouth. Her hand slipped down from my boobs and cupped my crotch as her middle finger pressed in against my pussy through my jeans. God, I wanted her to touch me, to put her fingers inside of me, to bring me to a climax as my mother could do to me. Yes, I wanted my mother to make love to me. I wanted to be her lover.

The doorbell rang.

“Damn!” my mom hissed through her lips as she looked up over the couch and through the front window curtains, “It’s your Uncle Paul and Aunt Julie ... Of all days for them to be early ... Shit!”

It wasn’t like my mom to swear so that should tell you how upset she was. I quickly buttoned my blouse and tried to straighten out my hair as she stood up, looking flushed with lust and yet totally flustered.