Birthday Gift For Mom

Birthday Gift For Mom
Hello, My Dear Readers. “How far will you go to give your mother the perfect birthday gift?” That is the basic thread of this story. It is narrated by 19-year-old Karthik. Happy Reading! “Can you please tell me what you want?” I asked my mom. “It’s nothing Karthik. I don’t want anything,” she replied. “I know there is something that you really wish you had. I heard you talking to Dad,” I stressed, trying to make her tell me what she had asked him for. My mom, Kavita, was turning 38 today, and I was sure she wanted something really special on her birthday. She would have never pleaded with my dad, otherwise. “Haha, it was nothing. We were just talking about life in general,” my mom tried to stop the conversation and head to the kitchen, as she finished the sentence. I followed her to the kitchen. she knew I wasn’t going to stop until she told me what she wanted. My mom looked straight into my eyes, and with a shy smile, dropped a bomb. “I want a baby!” my mom said, shocking me, to an extent. “What?” I was stunned, but I certainly sounded more horrified than I really was. “Listen, Karthik, I know you are 18, and I am 38, and your Dad is 40. It would be odd, but I really want a baby,” my mom explained, trying to make sure she helped me relax. She was, however, very serious about this, and really wanted a child. “Errr. That would be great, Mom,” I said, trying to act normal. But, my face was clearly expressing I was very much unsure about it. Kavita: Hmmm. Karthik: No, Mom. I mean it. So, what is Dad saying? Kavita: You know. You can guess. He is not keen. But, I really want to be pregnant. Karthik: What are you going to do? Kavita: I was thinking of trying artificial insemination, or something. Karthik: But, isn’t that risky, Mom? I mean, at this age. And also when you can still carry normally. Kavita: I know, Karthik. But what can I do? I cannot spread my legs for some random stranger, and beg him to cum inside me, impregnate me and give me a baby. I was shocked to hear what my mom just said. This was the first time we were talking about anything so personal and sensitive. And it was the first time that my mother said something like that to me. I couldn’t believe she used those words. My mom realized it, too, and she immediately apologized. She knew she should not have overreacted. “I am so so sorry, Karthik. It just came out of my mouth. Please forgive me for being so cranky, today,” my mom was almost crying as she completed the sentence. She came close to me and placed her right hand on my shoulder. “I feel so sad, Karthik. I really want a baby. I am so angry at your Dad. I have been asking him for so long. I think I am losing it,” she had tears rolling down her eyes. “It’s okay, Mom. I get it. I completely understand,” I tried consoling her, as her body crashed onto mine, and she hugged me tightly, crying. It had been a couple of hours since my mom had woken up. But she was still in her t-shirt and pajama, she wore at night. She had been requesting and arguing with dad, over having a second child, as she cooked breakfast for him. And even though dad had left for work, some time ago, she had not bothered to change to her regular cotton kurti and pants. My mom was not wearing a bra under her top, and her soft boobs crushed against my chest when she hugged me. Though we were both dressed, I could clearly feel her erect hard nipples poking on my body. I never really checked her out, but always felt she had a nice petite pair of tits. It felt great pressed on me, and I found myself hugging her back automatically. It was turning me on, and I could feel my cock harden. My mother, too, would have definitely felt my manhood pushed onto her. But, neither of us said a word, and we just continued to hug each other. “Let me serve you breakfast,” my mom said, finally breaking the hug. She sat next to me, looking at me eat, but did not say a word. As soon as I finished my meal, I wished her a very happy birthday and kissed on her cheeks. She very casually thanked me but was definitely not happy. I thought I will sing her the birthday song, and cheer her up. However, I felt it was better I act according to the situation, but also make sure I stay realistic. I did not want to give her high hopes and cause her more hurt. But I couldn’t just leave her heartbroken either. Karthik: Okay, Mom. Let’s talk about reproduction, then. Maybe we will find a way. Kavitha: What use is it, Karthik? Why do you want to waste time talking about this? Karthik: What else do you want me to do, Mom? Kavitha: Nothing. I don’t want you to do anything. But if you feel there is a practical solution, please tell me. Karthik: What exactly do you mean by ‘practical’, Mom? Kavita: Do you know anyone we can trust? Karthik: What? Mom! How could you even… Mom? Kavita: Oh, I am so sorry, Karthik. I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I am sorry for giving you so much trouble. I am just not able to process my thoughts properly. Karthik: I don’t know anyone, Mom. And I cannot ask anybody. It would be wrong. I mean you do know how this will finally turn out to be. Everybody will take it in a very bad way. Kavita: I know Karthik. I am sorry I even tried suggesting that you ask your friends or someone you know. It would be shameful, very shameful. They would only think you are pimping your own mother, or your mother is a woman with no morals. Karthik: I am sorry, Mom. But that is how it would be. My mom was upset. I had never seen her so unhappy, ever before. She clearly felt dejected, and also disgusted for what she tried asking her son to do. But, surprisingly, I saw her gloomy face suddenly brighten up. “How about Kushal? He is a sweet boy. He will understand when we tell him. And we can keep it within the family, too,” my disoriented mother said, with a rejuvenated sense of happiness.

She was suggesting my elder cousin brother, to get the ‘job’ done. “Why don’t you try talking to him, Karthik? You are close with him,” she further added. My mom was just not going to forget her wish easily. She wanted it so badly, she was not at all concerned about the possible consequences. Exactly like my mom knew, and said, I was very close to Kushal. And that was the very reason why I was never going to ask him for this unusual help. Because, for him, this was going to be an opportunity. A chance to bed my mom. I always knew that he lusted for my mother. I had seen him ogle at her so many times. But there was nothing I could do about it. I did feel I had to question him and stop him. But he had a very intimidating vibe surrounding him. I was worried if my intervention will trigger him to hurt my mom. “No, Mom. Not Kushal. He is not the right guy for this. He is… Kushal is gay!” There was no way I could let it happen. I had to lie to mom, about his sexual orientation. Asking my cousin brother for this favor, was as good as appealing to him, to fulfill his big dream of getting laid with my mom. She had a slightly dazed face hearing about Kushal’s preference but quickly started staring right at me. “What about you, Karthik? I think you will be a perfect choice. You can close your eyes when you do it. I can, also, wear the mask I used for the Halloween party, last year. Or maybe wrap my face with one of my shawls. You can just imagine you are fucking someone else,” my mom said, in a very easy tone. I was completely shaken as she finished telling me her idea. I was, in fact, still only coming to terms with the fact she had used the word ‘fucking’. The proposal was unacceptable to me. I rejected it, straightaway. “No way, Mom. I think we should sit with Dad, and talk about this. I can convince him. Please don’t talk to me like this, my dear Mom. You know how something like that will affect our relationship. Nothing will be the same again,” I tried to make her realize the impact it could have on all of us. “I don’t care, Karthik. I simply don’t care. I want a baby. That is all I know. I want to give birth again. It is a woman’s right. I am not going to beg your Dad for a child,” my mom said, breaking down. “This is the only gift I ever want. You will not understand, because you are a boy. But just think about it. Don’t you think I deserve at-least this, after doing everything for you and your dad, my entire life,” my mom was sobbing. “I will do it, Mom! I will do it for you! But, nobody will ever know. Not even, Dad. You have to convince him it is his child,” I finally agreed to my mom’s very indecent, sinful and forbidden wish. I really did not have another option. Honestly, my mom made me feel I did not have another way out. And she very easily managed to convince this was the least I could do for her, as a son. She looked down at my crotch, beaming, leaving me flustered. This was the first time I ever saw my mom examine my manhood. I was not erect, but it did not matter. Because my mom sure had a very pleased expression on her face. She only wanted a tool, temporarily, that could fill her womb with semen, and she had got one. “It will get over very soon, Karthik. Just a few seconds is all I am asking for,” my mom caressed my hair, as she smiled passionately. However, what my mother did not know was that I had masturbated, and successfully climaxed, only twice in my whole life. I had problems reaching an orgasm. The first time I came, was after stroking my cock for 40 minutes, and the second time was only after an hour. I did have sex once, but I did not ejaculate. My mom did ask if I should just touch myself, reach the pinnacle, and only then enter her vagina. But, she immediately corrected herself by saying there is a chance that healthy sperms might be lost, in the process. I should just put my penis inside her, normally. The decision was taken, and there was no going back now. My mother wanted a baby at any cost, and I had promised my mother to gift her one. I was going to impregnate my own mom. I looked at my mom’s tight tiny ass sway, as she walked in front of me, grabbing my hand, and pulling me inside her bedroom. To be continued. I really hope you all liked the story. Please do send me your feedback and suggestions to [email protected].