[MF] The After Party

Keiran is my oldest child. My doctor gave me the choice to have him delivered on any of five days in early July, so he arrived strong and healthy on our second wedding anniversary. All his life the two holidays were celebrated as if they were one great event. Mom plus Dad equals Keiran.

Our milestone 20th anniversary and his becoming legally an adult were always going to be the biggest party yet, and the bash at our house went on past midnight. Our two families spent generously on a catered meal, a small dance band, and an open bar. The last guests didn’t stumble into their rides home until 1:30 in the morning. My exhausted husband had nodded off at a little after midnight and his second bottle of wine. Keiran wasn’t far behind, and was asleep fully clothed on his bedspread. Despite Keiran’s age there had been some drinking game between the two of them as midnight had approached, and obviously they’d both lost.

My sister joked, as she was leaving, that I would have to wait a day or two for the wild sex every anniversary night ought to include. After I locked up and turned off most of the lights, I made my own unsteady way upstairs.

Brandon was under our covers snoring louder than usual. He had gotten mostly into his pajamas and mostly under the covers, and I took off his socks and squared him away. Then, as women must, I tackled make-up removal and put on my robe. I would brush my teeth and take a quick shower, so I was naked under the robe when I remembered to check on the birthday boy. I smiled at the phrase and thought that he wasn’t a boy anymore as I went down the hall to his room and gently opened his door.

His lamp was still on and he was, as I said, fully dressed and on, not in, his bed. I shut off the lamp and took off his shoes. He mumbled incoherent thanks over and over again. I proceeded to unbutton and remove his shirt, and unbuckled his belt. There was a lot of rolling him one way, and then rolling him back the other, but eventually his trousers were off and I folded them over the back of the chair. He was more awake now, and helped me tug his undershirt off. All that remained were his boxers as he sagged back down onto the bed. Even in the dark I could see his erection.

No, he wasn’t “bigger than his Dad”. He was exactly like his Dad, and I touched him gently as he mumbled more gratitude. I hesitated a moment and then tugged his boxers off. He was completely awake now and I stared at him in the dim light. Yes, he looked exactly like his father.

I still remember the two words he said over and over again: “Please, Mom.” As I touched him. “Please, Mom.” As I gently rearranged his scrotum and took his penis into my mouth. “Please, Mom.” As I allowed him to roll me over and mount me.

I tiptoed back to my bedroom an hour later and took that shower before crawling into bed next to my husband. I had so much to think about, but almost instantly fell into sleep.

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