This was a present from my Mom on my 21st birthday, it is the most wonderful expression of love I have ever seen. She printed it out on Vellum, and it is now framed on my bedroom wall.
My daughter just turned 21. Now she's an adult in every way.
A few weeks before the big day, I wanted to find something I could give her that she would treasure. I knew we would have chocolate cake and ice cream. We would shower her with cards and gifts. But after the house was quiet and everyone was asleep, I wanted to leave her with something very special, that came from my heart.
I searched the web for what makes being 21 special, and most of it was so superficial, it engendered no hope at all, except for one very special page that I found.
So I made a list, a list of lessons no book or school will ever teach you. Lessons I'm still learning and lessons I hope will stick with my children.
21 Things To Think About When Turning 21
1. Learn to forgive. Hurtful things are going to happen to you. Learn to let it go. Carrying a grudge is like trying to climb Mount Everest with a boulder in your backpack. It weighs you down and holds you back.
2. Say "I love you" and say "I'm sorry." These really are the magic words. Learn when to say them, say them often, and mean it when you say them.
3. Be a child. Open your eyes every morning like you are opening them for the first time. Look closely at the world around you and find your place in it.
4. Never stop learning. Whenever you can, turn off the television and pick up a book. Take a class. Learn another language. Try something new. Travel. Explore the world around you. Exercise your mind.
5. Use what you've learned. You came into this world as helpless as any creature could be. But, by now, you should have most of the tools you'll need to survive and thrive. Make good use of them.
6. Lose your ego. You won't miss it.
7. Ask questions and question the answers. When you get the chance, ask a question. Search for the answers and when you think you've found them, look again.
8. Listen. Listen to music, to the birds and to the voices of people all around you. Listen to what they say and to what they aren't saying. Listen to the little voice inside you.
9. Never lose your self respect. It's the one thing you can take with you.
10. Hold a baby. Even if you never have one of your own, hold a baby in your arms now and then. Cradle them. Breathe the scent of a newborn. Think about the people who held you.
11. Practice gratitude. Look around you and count your blessings. Count them again.
12. Mind your manners. Make the world a kinder, gentler, place. And for heaven's sake chew with your mouth closed.
13. Get a job. Learn the value of hard work. You don't have to be rich or famous or powerful. You don't have to play sports or be a movie star. Just do what you love and do it well.
14. Make friends but choose them carefully. Surround yourself with people who lift you up. Avoid those who want to drag you down.
15. Take a leap of faith. Sometimes, that's all you can do.
16. Give until it hurts. Spend time with those you love. Share your thoughts and dreams. Give a little back to those who need it more than you do.
17. Learn the difference between fashion and style. Fashion is what looks good at the moment. Style is what fits you forever.
18. Try something new. Don't be afraid of change. Break out of a rut. When you get too comfortable, stretch a little to see what happens.
19. Hold on to tradition. Hold onto your history by keeping at least one tradition alive. Cook the family mac and cheese recipe. Tell old stories again and again.
20. Reach out and touch someone. Hold a hand. Give a kiss. Hug someone who needs it.
21. Never forget. Remember that you are loved with a love that knows no bounds. Count on that.
With appreciation to Cheryl-Anne Millsap
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Saturday, 3 July 2010
Friday, 2 July 2010
Special Present
As we walked to Denny’s for our meal, I could feel the cane marks with each step, then as we sat in the restaurant I lifted my skirts so that my bare bottom was pressed against the leather of the seat. When I leaned forward, with my thighs parted a little, my bare pussy was also pressing against the leather, stimulating my passion even further. The meal was really nice, and when the waiter learned it was my birthday, the dessert was on the house, which earened him a very nice tip at the end of the evening, and a kiss from myself, in gratitude.
The walk home was really nice, arm in arm with the most wonderful Mom in the whole world, talking about our love for each other, and how proud she was that I’d grown into such a happy young lady. We’d had a couple of glasses of white wine with our meal, so both of us were relaxed, warm, and feeling very cosy. When we arrived home, Mom took me into her bedroom, saying she had another special present for me, then proceeded to undress me, taking every opportunity to touch my naked body as each part was revealed. Mom left me spread out on the bed while she went into her bathroom, coming back a minute later, and kneeling astride my tummy. As she reached out to fondle my titties, I ran my hands up her warm thighs, and under her skirt, working my way inwards towards her pussy. Instead of her panties, my fingers encountered straps between her legs, so I lifted Mom's skirt to play with her strap-on dildo. I love it when she wears this, because it's my chance to get fucked by someone who truly loves me, and I find being penetrated extremely erotic, wether it's soft, kind, and gentle, or more rough and assertive. Either way gets me worked up, and Mom knows me well enough to play my body like an expert, touching all the right places, and controlling my passion to keep me sexually high for hours on end, if she wants to, or making me climax time after time till I'm exhausted. Lifting her hemline didn't reveal the pink plastic, 7" long, replica penis I was expecting to find, but rather, a very slim version of it, much less than an inch thick. It was just as long as the regular dildo that she used on me, had the same realistic tapered knob at the end, with wavy veins running around and down the shaft, to the cutest pair of little balls, inside a soft scrotal sack. It was a very pale pink, and reminded me of a ten year old boy, but much longer, and it was so wonderful, and thoughtful, that Mom had found it especially for me.
Perhaps I should explain why a small dildo is so exciting to a young lady, rather than a large one. Well, my cunny is rather unusual because my hymen is really tough, it is difficult to push any large object through it into my vagina, though it does stretch painfully, and in all my years of playing with myself, it has never torn, at all. This rather limits my masturbation to stimulating the outside of my vulva, and my breasts, with penetration having to be accomplished with very thin objects. One finger is a struggle, and uncomfortable, but a pencil or toothbrush are useful tools, but I've learned just where my internal sensitive spots are located, and the best way to stimulate them. I do have a very slim vibrator that I managed to find online, which is nice when it's inserted, but thrusting is not as pleasurable as I would like it to be, though I do put up with it on occasion. I'm a very sexual person, who enjoys watching porn, and penetrative sex acts really turn me on, so I desperately wish I could be fucked properly, with a cock, or a strap-on dildo. My only consolation is that I'm also very anally erotic, and since I have no problems with size in that area, my bottom gets used far more than my pussy does, even though I sometimes feel that it's second best.
Mom, bless her heart, knows how much it means to me, so she searched the web to find a dildo that would be slim enough to fit a tiny girl like me, and with a few DIY modifications, I now had a very much sought after present. Mom knelt up over me, holding her skirt out of the way, while I stroked her little prick with my hands, carefully examining its dimensions, and knowing it would fit in my cunny like a dream. I couldn't thank her enough, and after a while she held the back of my head, to slip the plastic shaft into my mouth. I put my hands on her butt, and pulled her forward, feeling it slide in and out of my lips, running my tongue over the veins, and around the head. Finally I pulled back, reached up, and kissed my lovely Mom, unzipping her dress, and removing the rest of her clothes so I could feel her nakedness against me. Gradually we laid back on her bed, Mom on top of me, and I could feel the head of the dildo nudging between my pussy lips, working towards my entrance as she manouvered her hips. Finally the tip was pressing into my tiny hole, Mom held back for a moment, kissed my lips, slid her tongue into my mouth, then pushed her hips forward, driving the head of my new dildo through my cherry. There was only the slightest stretch, just enough to notice, so I sucked in her tongue, pulled her closer to me, and parted my thighs even further. Slowly, Mom pushed the full length of her boy cock inside me, the ripples of the veins rubbing my barrier, then the head pressing against the inner wall of my vagina, and I could feel it moving deeper inside my willing body. Gently, Mom fucked my pussy, stimulating every erogenous zone along my tight tunnel, exciting me more and more with each stroke, till I climaxed with trembling legs, only just able to grip her hips and pull her even deeper into me. We stayed in our embrace for quite a while, every now and then thrusting my lovers prick back inside, as I told my Mom just how much I loved her, and my present.
This had been the best day ever, and when we'd dozed for a while, Mom pulled out, took off the harness, and we snuggled back together, spend the rest of the night in her bed.
The walk home was really nice, arm in arm with the most wonderful Mom in the whole world, talking about our love for each other, and how proud she was that I’d grown into such a happy young lady. We’d had a couple of glasses of white wine with our meal, so both of us were relaxed, warm, and feeling very cosy. When we arrived home, Mom took me into her bedroom, saying she had another special present for me, then proceeded to undress me, taking every opportunity to touch my naked body as each part was revealed. Mom left me spread out on the bed while she went into her bathroom, coming back a minute later, and kneeling astride my tummy. As she reached out to fondle my titties, I ran my hands up her warm thighs, and under her skirt, working my way inwards towards her pussy. Instead of her panties, my fingers encountered straps between her legs, so I lifted Mom's skirt to play with her strap-on dildo. I love it when she wears this, because it's my chance to get fucked by someone who truly loves me, and I find being penetrated extremely erotic, wether it's soft, kind, and gentle, or more rough and assertive. Either way gets me worked up, and Mom knows me well enough to play my body like an expert, touching all the right places, and controlling my passion to keep me sexually high for hours on end, if she wants to, or making me climax time after time till I'm exhausted. Lifting her hemline didn't reveal the pink plastic, 7" long, replica penis I was expecting to find, but rather, a very slim version of it, much less than an inch thick. It was just as long as the regular dildo that she used on me, had the same realistic tapered knob at the end, with wavy veins running around and down the shaft, to the cutest pair of little balls, inside a soft scrotal sack. It was a very pale pink, and reminded me of a ten year old boy, but much longer, and it was so wonderful, and thoughtful, that Mom had found it especially for me.
Perhaps I should explain why a small dildo is so exciting to a young lady, rather than a large one. Well, my cunny is rather unusual because my hymen is really tough, it is difficult to push any large object through it into my vagina, though it does stretch painfully, and in all my years of playing with myself, it has never torn, at all. This rather limits my masturbation to stimulating the outside of my vulva, and my breasts, with penetration having to be accomplished with very thin objects. One finger is a struggle, and uncomfortable, but a pencil or toothbrush are useful tools, but I've learned just where my internal sensitive spots are located, and the best way to stimulate them. I do have a very slim vibrator that I managed to find online, which is nice when it's inserted, but thrusting is not as pleasurable as I would like it to be, though I do put up with it on occasion. I'm a very sexual person, who enjoys watching porn, and penetrative sex acts really turn me on, so I desperately wish I could be fucked properly, with a cock, or a strap-on dildo. My only consolation is that I'm also very anally erotic, and since I have no problems with size in that area, my bottom gets used far more than my pussy does, even though I sometimes feel that it's second best.
Mom, bless her heart, knows how much it means to me, so she searched the web to find a dildo that would be slim enough to fit a tiny girl like me, and with a few DIY modifications, I now had a very much sought after present. Mom knelt up over me, holding her skirt out of the way, while I stroked her little prick with my hands, carefully examining its dimensions, and knowing it would fit in my cunny like a dream. I couldn't thank her enough, and after a while she held the back of my head, to slip the plastic shaft into my mouth. I put my hands on her butt, and pulled her forward, feeling it slide in and out of my lips, running my tongue over the veins, and around the head. Finally I pulled back, reached up, and kissed my lovely Mom, unzipping her dress, and removing the rest of her clothes so I could feel her nakedness against me. Gradually we laid back on her bed, Mom on top of me, and I could feel the head of the dildo nudging between my pussy lips, working towards my entrance as she manouvered her hips. Finally the tip was pressing into my tiny hole, Mom held back for a moment, kissed my lips, slid her tongue into my mouth, then pushed her hips forward, driving the head of my new dildo through my cherry. There was only the slightest stretch, just enough to notice, so I sucked in her tongue, pulled her closer to me, and parted my thighs even further. Slowly, Mom pushed the full length of her boy cock inside me, the ripples of the veins rubbing my barrier, then the head pressing against the inner wall of my vagina, and I could feel it moving deeper inside my willing body. Gently, Mom fucked my pussy, stimulating every erogenous zone along my tight tunnel, exciting me more and more with each stroke, till I climaxed with trembling legs, only just able to grip her hips and pull her even deeper into me. We stayed in our embrace for quite a while, every now and then thrusting my lovers prick back inside, as I told my Mom just how much I loved her, and my present.
This had been the best day ever, and when we'd dozed for a while, Mom pulled out, took off the harness, and we snuggled back together, spend the rest of the night in her bed.
Birthday Spanks
Later in the evening we got ourselves ready to go out for dinner, nothing really speacial, just a steak at Denny's, which was close enough to walk, and that meant we had no car, so we could enjoy a drink with our meal. When we were nearly ready, Mom reminded me that Grandad had also sent me an extra present, a gift certificate awarding me 21 Birthday Spanks, and did I want them now, or when we returned after our meal. Since I didn't fancy bending over with a full stomach, I opted to take my spanking before we went, which also meant I'd feel the heat in my bum cheeks while I was sitting through the meal, a very arousing prospect. I leaned my forearms on the dining table, while Mom turned up my skirts over my waist, exposing my naked bottom since it was still Bare Pussy day, and I placed my feet wide apart so that my cunny was fully displayed as well. Mom went off to get the paddle from where it hung on my bedroom wall, but to my surprise returned with a 3 foot cane instead, and in answer to the disbelief on my face, informed me that I was about to get an adult spanking seeing as how I was now 21 years old. I settled into position while Mom stood behind me, just off to one side, and patted my cheeks with the smooth bamboo rod. I heard the whistle of the wood through the air, then a sharp pain biting deep into my bottom as I struggled to hold my bent over position. After a few moments the heat in butt spread wider, and I could feel the welcome tingle between my legs, warming my pussy as blood raced through my veins. Two more stokes of the cane, two more red lines forming across my soft cheeks, but the pain was not as intense as I'd expected it to be, so Mom was taking it easy on her little girl. I was braced for number four, when the phone rang, so I had a little repreive to wiggle my butt, then Mom handed me the phone, saying it was Grandad. I thanked him for his lovely present, letting him know that I was wearing it now, and we were going out to eat soon. He asked what I was doing right now, calling me "Young lady", which signalled he was in an authoritarian mood, and most probably already knew what was taking place in our house. Of course, if Grandad wanted to be in charge, then I immediately became very obedient, explaining that I was being given my birthday spanks, and, Yes they were on my little bare bottom. I told him that Mom was using a cane on me tonight , which he agreed was a suitable instrument for a girl of my age, and in answer to his question, I was about to get stroke number four. Grandad insisted that I count them out loud for him, and explain to him how I felt, which he usually required of me during a punishment. I described the burning lines across my bottom, my position laid across the table, and having the hem of my dress pulled up to display my rear end, including the more private places between my legs. Several times I had to interrupt, with counting the next stroke, a gasp as the initial pain exploded in my bottom, before being able to carry on our conversation. Despite the discomfort of my circumstances, I enjoyed talking to Grandad when Mom spanked me, because having a man know that my bare bottom was being beaten was not very lady like, a fact that Grandad would constantly remind me of. He would also add to my intense shame by making me describe how the sensations spread to my cunny, a word that he insisted I use to describe myself because of it’s reference to childish sexual parts. Grandad loved to remind me that I was still a child when I was punished, or did not behave in a grown up manner. When I’d had fifteen strokes of the cane, he instructed me to ask Mom to make the next three really hard, as he thought I was getting off too easily so far, and these cuts made me squeal for a few seconds as they burned deeper into my already red flesh. Grandad was satisfied by my response, but now said he wanted me to have a very special reminder to be a more responsible grown up lady, and made me ask Mom for three upward strokes. This was indeed a special punishment for occasions when I was immodest in some way, but Grandad told me this was for all those times when I’d not been caught misbehaving, and intended it to wipe the slate clean so I could start being an adult in good standing. Mom adjusted her position so she could aim directly upwards and strike may naked, exposed cunny with the cane, first tapping the spread flesh to prepare me. The first stroke landed directly along my right labia, the tip of the cane curling upward to hit the side of my shaven mound as well. This really brought a squeal from my lips, and I struggled to describe it to Grandad in intimate detail, while trying not to wriggle my rear end. Mom was just as good a shot with the second stroke, laying it along my left labia just as heavily, eliciting another squeal as the heat exploded deep in my flesh. While I used my best efforts to detail everything to my Grandad, the combined effect of both strokes to my sensitive cunny was also forcing me to lubricate as my arousal increased, and I could feel a blush rising as I told him that my girl juice was beginning to leak out. Mom had to wait a few minutes while Grandad made me describe everything in even more detail, which he knew very well would increase not only my embarrasment, but my sexual passion as well. He had punished me often enough in the past to fully understand a young girls reaction to physical discipline, and he knew that my young cunny would now be swelling, and spreading open like a damp flower. When he was satisfied that I was suitably prepared I nodded to Mom, who brought the final stroke quickly upwards between my open thighs. Sinking deep into my centre groove with almost a squelch, but inflicting the most exquisite agony into not only my fleshy labia, but the tender inner lips as well, I clamped my mouth closed to stifle any outcry. As well as my cunny exploding with delicious pain, the tip of the cane slashed against my erect clitoris, forcing me to climax from the intense sensations, as I shakily thanked Grandad for his kindness in looking after my welfare. He told me he loved his little girl deeply, and wished me all the best, then said I should now go and enjoy myself.
Mom straightened my skirts for me, and when I stood up I could feel the material rubbing across my sore flesh, also when I walked my thighs rubbed together against my freshly punished cunny, causing the most delicious sensations. I gave her a big hug, thanking her for caring enough to give me my spanking, and taking the time to encourage my best behaviour.
Mom straightened my skirts for me, and when I stood up I could feel the material rubbing across my sore flesh, also when I walked my thighs rubbed together against my freshly punished cunny, causing the most delicious sensations. I gave her a big hug, thanking her for caring enough to give me my spanking, and taking the time to encourage my best behaviour.
Cakes At Work
It was quite distracting at work with no panties on, more so than a usual BP day, since it was my birthday, and lots more people than usual found reason to talk to me. It seemed the whole office knew it was my 21st, and everywhere I went people wished me Happy Birthday, then came over to give me a kiss, which was really nice as I’m quite a tactile person. What I began to notice was the number of people who placed their hand on my waist for support when they leaned in to kiss my cheek, and I could feel their fingers along the edge of my garter belt, through my thin dress. Several of them slid their hands round a little further during the kiss, almost following the line of lace down my bottom a little way, then just the faintest hint of a squeeze as they stood up afterward. A few others placed their hand on my waist, or a little higher if I reached up to place my hand on their shoulder in response. It was almost, but not quite, an embrace, but still remained quite formal for an office of our standing. However, my fertile young imagination was making much more of each tiny contact, and soon the tingle grew between my thighs, and my pussy lips grew slick with moisture.
After the lunchbreak, one of the partners brought in cream cakes, which is a birthday custom at our office, and they were stacked on one of my side tables, whereas the usual research files had all been relegated to the floor. As my colleagues came along for pastries, they often stood next to my desk, where my purse was sitting on the corner, displaying my new panties that Mom had removed this morning before we left. This wasn’t the first time I’d carried my underwear in my purse, and it had always made me nervous in case one of the senior staff passed comment on it, but this time Mom arranged them with the embroidered butterfly on top, surrounded by lace trim. They looked a bit like a ladies handkerchief at first glance, but if you examined more closely there was an obvious line of gathered elastic edging, that looked unmistakably like a pantie band. Of course, I couldn’t re-arrange them to be more discreet, as this would be strictly against the rules that Mom and I play by in this situation. I’d made a mistake this morning, forgetting the BP day, and this was part of my punishment, to be on display to anyone who was observant enough, and I would have to report back what happened, to Mom this evening. While it was very unsettling waiting for someone to ask what my panties were doing on top of my purse, I really did like to observe people’s reactions to this type of situation. Part of these games that Mom has taught me to play, is to be casually observant, so that no-one suspects they are being watched, which allows them to react naturally. To be honest, the vast majority of people are oblivious to what happens around them, but I love to notice their unconcious habits, such as tracing outlines, doodling, or setting things in order, all without their knowledge. Usually this happens while they are distracted by conversation, and several people would just be chatting while they ate their cake, but their hands had a mind of their own. One lady had placed her napkin down on top of my purse, and she kept picking it up with her hand underneath it, the backs of her fingers rubbing against my panties. One of the young finance guys, a bit later on, was stood talking to me when I noticed him turning my purse round with his index finger, quite absently, not a thought about what he was doing, and as I kept the conversation going he traced the lines of stitches up the sides. Eventually he reached the top, and now his finger followed the shape of the butterfly, tracing each line, until he followed the tail that would have been pointing down the centre of bottom had I been wearing them. The thought of him doing this while I laid half naked across my desk, him not seeing me as he discussed some complex costing problem with a senior partner, had my cunny twitching deep inside, until I had to distract him, just to break my concentration. I excused myself to visit the restroom, walking down the corridor with him till I reached the ladies room, then having to hang my dress on the back of the door while I stroked my pussy to a satisfying orgasm. That, in itself was another gift, and from two people who never even knew how much they turned me on.
After the lunchbreak, one of the partners brought in cream cakes, which is a birthday custom at our office, and they were stacked on one of my side tables, whereas the usual research files had all been relegated to the floor. As my colleagues came along for pastries, they often stood next to my desk, where my purse was sitting on the corner, displaying my new panties that Mom had removed this morning before we left. This wasn’t the first time I’d carried my underwear in my purse, and it had always made me nervous in case one of the senior staff passed comment on it, but this time Mom arranged them with the embroidered butterfly on top, surrounded by lace trim. They looked a bit like a ladies handkerchief at first glance, but if you examined more closely there was an obvious line of gathered elastic edging, that looked unmistakably like a pantie band. Of course, I couldn’t re-arrange them to be more discreet, as this would be strictly against the rules that Mom and I play by in this situation. I’d made a mistake this morning, forgetting the BP day, and this was part of my punishment, to be on display to anyone who was observant enough, and I would have to report back what happened, to Mom this evening. While it was very unsettling waiting for someone to ask what my panties were doing on top of my purse, I really did like to observe people’s reactions to this type of situation. Part of these games that Mom has taught me to play, is to be casually observant, so that no-one suspects they are being watched, which allows them to react naturally. To be honest, the vast majority of people are oblivious to what happens around them, but I love to notice their unconcious habits, such as tracing outlines, doodling, or setting things in order, all without their knowledge. Usually this happens while they are distracted by conversation, and several people would just be chatting while they ate their cake, but their hands had a mind of their own. One lady had placed her napkin down on top of my purse, and she kept picking it up with her hand underneath it, the backs of her fingers rubbing against my panties. One of the young finance guys, a bit later on, was stood talking to me when I noticed him turning my purse round with his index finger, quite absently, not a thought about what he was doing, and as I kept the conversation going he traced the lines of stitches up the sides. Eventually he reached the top, and now his finger followed the shape of the butterfly, tracing each line, until he followed the tail that would have been pointing down the centre of bottom had I been wearing them. The thought of him doing this while I laid half naked across my desk, him not seeing me as he discussed some complex costing problem with a senior partner, had my cunny twitching deep inside, until I had to distract him, just to break my concentration. I excused myself to visit the restroom, walking down the corridor with him till I reached the ladies room, then having to hang my dress on the back of the door while I stroked my pussy to a satisfying orgasm. That, in itself was another gift, and from two people who never even knew how much they turned me on.
Thursday, 1 July 2010
21st Birthday
July 1st 2010 - Today is my 21st birthday, and rather than feeling old, which is what I was expecting for the last few months, I'm actually quite pleased.
Now I'm officially an adult, able to go into a bar and sit there drinking till I fall off my chair. Yippee!!
I can now go to a casino to gamble, and lose all my money, or buy a gun and shoot someone. What a complete waste of potential!
What pleases me most of all is that I can choose not to do any of those things, but rather, to act in a mature and responsible manner, showing everyone that I am no longer a child.
When I went into the kitchen for breakfast, Mom was already there, preparing it for me, with the table covered in cards and gifts. Well, not covered exactly, but there were enough to show that people cared sufficiently to remember who I was.
Both of us were dressed in our usual see through robe, nearly enough to modestly conceal the naked body that we preferred to sleep in, and I went over to give Mom a kiss and a hug. She wished me a happy birthday, then suggested I open my cards, and some of my presents, before we both had to get ready for work. I really wished I’d taken the day off today to relax and enjoy myself, but there was a lot to do at the office, and it would soon be the holiday weekend. Mom’s card was gorgeous, as always, expressing the love and pride she felt towards me, and I was pleased to have made her happy by what I do. Of course I had to go over and give her another kiss to say thank you, and an even bigger hug, which lingered for a while as she stroked my hair, then our hands strayed to other interesting places. But I soon had to pull away, reluctantly, because I’d never finish opening all my cards at this rate. The next card I picked from the pile was from Grandad, which was really cute, with a nice verse, a message to let me know he was proud with how I’d turned out, and how much he loved his favorite grandaughter. The p.s. reminded me that even though I was 21, I wasn’t too big to be spanked, which he’d reminded me of every year since I could remember. It was also true, since, whenever we met, I always managed to get my bottom warmed for one reason or another, some of which were quite abitrary, but I loved him anyway. Since I could easily recognise all my family’s handwriting, the next card I picked was from Uncle Robert, and as usual for him it was a funny one, and made me laugh, Mom as well when I showed it to her. Not only did Uncle Robert always choose funny cards, he always managed to find ones that were rude as well. This one had a young lady going into an adult store to ask for a birthday present, wearing only a pair of high heels, and an unbuttoned shirt. A notice on the wall said “Shirt and shoes must be worn”. I don’t know where he gets them from, but I think they’re wonderful. Mind you, I must admit that I never used to take them to school with my other cards if we had a show and tell day.
I finally got through all the cards, while eating my breakfast at the same time, and then opened my present from Mom, which was an absolutely gorgeous silk lingerie set in pale blue. The bra was half cup, so wouldn’t cover my nipples, and was trimmed with white and blue lace, the garter belt was about four inches deep, and the panties were a thong, with a small butterfly motif at the front, and a large butterfly embroidered into the vee at the back. I loved them right away, Mom knows what I like and had chosen just the right style for me. I slipped off my robe and tried them on straight away before anything else, that is after Mom threw me a warm washcloth to wipe my smooth pussy clean, so I didn’t soil the panties. The bra fitted perfectly, supporting my breasts so that the nipples were exposed, but framed by the lace trim, and the garter belt wrapped comfortably round my waist, on the second hook, the straps hanging down to the tops of my thighs. It was as if I’d been measured for them. I fetched a pair of of my best black stockings from my bedroom, rolling them up my legs to fasten the four tabs onto the lace top band, pulling them tight. I love the feeling of soft stockings stretched against my calves and thighs, the pull of the suspender belt against my hips, and the top of my butt. Slowly and carefully, I eased the silk thong up my legs, turning so Mom could see my cute bottom when I bent over, then my front as I stood up, and finally my shaven mound as the delicate silk slid upwards to hide it from view. I went and checked how I looked in the mirror, and the outfit was truely lovely, and so soft as it carresed my skin the wal that silk does. Mom stood behind me looking over my shoulder, then slipped her hands along my bra strap, slipping her finger underneath to make sure it wasn’t too tight. When she reached the front, her finger tips were just inside the cups brushing the sensitive underside of my breasts, making me breathe in sharply, a small tremor course along my skin. Looking into my eyes in the mirror, Mom smiled as her hands cupped my covered titties, her thumbs grazing the top of my nipples as I leaned back into her embrace. Slowly her hands trailed across my chest and tummy, finding the garter belt
Grandad’s present was the next one I opened, after feeling the box through the giftwrap, shaking it to see if it rattled, and sniffing to see if it was perfume, or soap (yuck!), finally having to actually open it. Inside was a dark blue box, inscribed LOTR, and my heart leaped as I remembered talking to him about the characters I particularly liked in this series of films. Lifting the lid slowly, peeling back the top layer of packing, I held my breath as I gazed upon Arwen’s Evenstar pendant, the necklace she wore in Lord of the Rings, and gave to Aragon to signify her eternal love. It was even more beautiful than I’d seen on the web, glinting in the rays of light coming through the window like a bright magical star. I asked Mom to put it round my neck, then danced into the hallway so I could admire it in the long mirror, turning and twirling on my foot to make it sparkle even more, as Mom laughed at my obvious pleasure in Grandad’s gift.
Uncle Robert had wrapped his present in gorgeous gold paper, tied with silk ribbons, and it smelled of roses. There were about three layers before I came to an elegant black leather clutch purse with a crystal clasp, and then three more layers to find a beautiful gold silk pashmina evening wrap that's so soft I could snuggle right into it. I draped it round my shoulders, checking how it looked in the mirror, and while it didn't exactly go with pale blue underwear, it would look absolutely wonderful when we went out to dinner tonight.
Time was running out now, so I would have to leave the rest of my presents till after work, so I gave Mom another hug, and went off to shower and dress, hanging my wrap over my bedroom chair, and laying my purse and necklace on my dressing table. My underwear I laid on the bed, intending to wear it work, probably with a beautiful, pale yellow, fine cotton sundress, and my lemon heels.
I was just washing my hair when Mom joined me in the shower, helping me rinse all of the soap out as I tipped my head backwards, then I returned the favor and washed her hair. It's so much nicer when someone else washes your hair, so sensual. We soaped each other up, then washed all the soft, interesting girly places, stroking and delving into crevices and holes, as I tried to make Mom climax before I did. Of course, I lost, Mom's so much better at this than I am, and as I sank to my knees in front of her, I clutched her hairless pussy with my hand, hooking one finger behind her clit, and stretching it upward. This always gets her off, especially when I dig my nail in, and she was only seconds behind me, cumming with powerfull spasms, as she too gave way and collapsed on top of me. After a few kisses, Mom turned me over, swatted my butt, then pulled me to my feet so we had time to rinse off, and get dried. If we didn't get a move on we'd both be late for work, which meant a quick hair brush, basic makeup, and speed dressing. I was the first one into the hallway, with bag and car keys ready, but when we did the dress check to make sure we were both in order, Mom lifted her skirt to display her naked pussy.
"Oh shit!", I said, clasped my hand over my mouth, then apologised for swearing. I'd forgotten it was BP Thursday, Bare Pussy Day, and I had my panties on, ready to go out to work, so I was now in trouble.
"Don't worry, darling," Mom reasured me, with a smile on her face, "we can settle this matter tomorrow, since it's your birthday today."
I quickly reached under my dress, pulled my panties down and off, then handed them to Mom, who reached over and placed them on display in the top of my bag, which meant I'd have to carry them round like that all day long.
Now I'm officially an adult, able to go into a bar and sit there drinking till I fall off my chair. Yippee!!
I can now go to a casino to gamble, and lose all my money, or buy a gun and shoot someone. What a complete waste of potential!
What pleases me most of all is that I can choose not to do any of those things, but rather, to act in a mature and responsible manner, showing everyone that I am no longer a child.
When I went into the kitchen for breakfast, Mom was already there, preparing it for me, with the table covered in cards and gifts. Well, not covered exactly, but there were enough to show that people cared sufficiently to remember who I was.
Both of us were dressed in our usual see through robe, nearly enough to modestly conceal the naked body that we preferred to sleep in, and I went over to give Mom a kiss and a hug. She wished me a happy birthday, then suggested I open my cards, and some of my presents, before we both had to get ready for work. I really wished I’d taken the day off today to relax and enjoy myself, but there was a lot to do at the office, and it would soon be the holiday weekend. Mom’s card was gorgeous, as always, expressing the love and pride she felt towards me, and I was pleased to have made her happy by what I do. Of course I had to go over and give her another kiss to say thank you, and an even bigger hug, which lingered for a while as she stroked my hair, then our hands strayed to other interesting places. But I soon had to pull away, reluctantly, because I’d never finish opening all my cards at this rate. The next card I picked from the pile was from Grandad, which was really cute, with a nice verse, a message to let me know he was proud with how I’d turned out, and how much he loved his favorite grandaughter. The p.s. reminded me that even though I was 21, I wasn’t too big to be spanked, which he’d reminded me of every year since I could remember. It was also true, since, whenever we met, I always managed to get my bottom warmed for one reason or another, some of which were quite abitrary, but I loved him anyway. Since I could easily recognise all my family’s handwriting, the next card I picked was from Uncle Robert, and as usual for him it was a funny one, and made me laugh, Mom as well when I showed it to her. Not only did Uncle Robert always choose funny cards, he always managed to find ones that were rude as well. This one had a young lady going into an adult store to ask for a birthday present, wearing only a pair of high heels, and an unbuttoned shirt. A notice on the wall said “Shirt and shoes must be worn”. I don’t know where he gets them from, but I think they’re wonderful. Mind you, I must admit that I never used to take them to school with my other cards if we had a show and tell day.
I finally got through all the cards, while eating my breakfast at the same time, and then opened my present from Mom, which was an absolutely gorgeous silk lingerie set in pale blue. The bra was half cup, so wouldn’t cover my nipples, and was trimmed with white and blue lace, the garter belt was about four inches deep, and the panties were a thong, with a small butterfly motif at the front, and a large butterfly embroidered into the vee at the back. I loved them right away, Mom knows what I like and had chosen just the right style for me. I slipped off my robe and tried them on straight away before anything else, that is after Mom threw me a warm washcloth to wipe my smooth pussy clean, so I didn’t soil the panties. The bra fitted perfectly, supporting my breasts so that the nipples were exposed, but framed by the lace trim, and the garter belt wrapped comfortably round my waist, on the second hook, the straps hanging down to the tops of my thighs. It was as if I’d been measured for them. I fetched a pair of of my best black stockings from my bedroom, rolling them up my legs to fasten the four tabs onto the lace top band, pulling them tight. I love the feeling of soft stockings stretched against my calves and thighs, the pull of the suspender belt against my hips, and the top of my butt. Slowly and carefully, I eased the silk thong up my legs, turning so Mom could see my cute bottom when I bent over, then my front as I stood up, and finally my shaven mound as the delicate silk slid upwards to hide it from view. I went and checked how I looked in the mirror, and the outfit was truely lovely, and so soft as it carresed my skin the wal that silk does. Mom stood behind me looking over my shoulder, then slipped her hands along my bra strap, slipping her finger underneath to make sure it wasn’t too tight. When she reached the front, her finger tips were just inside the cups brushing the sensitive underside of my breasts, making me breathe in sharply, a small tremor course along my skin. Looking into my eyes in the mirror, Mom smiled as her hands cupped my covered titties, her thumbs grazing the top of my nipples as I leaned back into her embrace. Slowly her hands trailed across my chest and tummy, finding the garter belt
Grandad’s present was the next one I opened, after feeling the box through the giftwrap, shaking it to see if it rattled, and sniffing to see if it was perfume, or soap (yuck!), finally having to actually open it. Inside was a dark blue box, inscribed LOTR, and my heart leaped as I remembered talking to him about the characters I particularly liked in this series of films. Lifting the lid slowly, peeling back the top layer of packing, I held my breath as I gazed upon Arwen’s Evenstar pendant, the necklace she wore in Lord of the Rings, and gave to Aragon to signify her eternal love. It was even more beautiful than I’d seen on the web, glinting in the rays of light coming through the window like a bright magical star. I asked Mom to put it round my neck, then danced into the hallway so I could admire it in the long mirror, turning and twirling on my foot to make it sparkle even more, as Mom laughed at my obvious pleasure in Grandad’s gift.
Uncle Robert had wrapped his present in gorgeous gold paper, tied with silk ribbons, and it smelled of roses. There were about three layers before I came to an elegant black leather clutch purse with a crystal clasp, and then three more layers to find a beautiful gold silk pashmina evening wrap that's so soft I could snuggle right into it. I draped it round my shoulders, checking how it looked in the mirror, and while it didn't exactly go with pale blue underwear, it would look absolutely wonderful when we went out to dinner tonight.
Time was running out now, so I would have to leave the rest of my presents till after work, so I gave Mom another hug, and went off to shower and dress, hanging my wrap over my bedroom chair, and laying my purse and necklace on my dressing table. My underwear I laid on the bed, intending to wear it work, probably with a beautiful, pale yellow, fine cotton sundress, and my lemon heels.
I was just washing my hair when Mom joined me in the shower, helping me rinse all of the soap out as I tipped my head backwards, then I returned the favor and washed her hair. It's so much nicer when someone else washes your hair, so sensual. We soaped each other up, then washed all the soft, interesting girly places, stroking and delving into crevices and holes, as I tried to make Mom climax before I did. Of course, I lost, Mom's so much better at this than I am, and as I sank to my knees in front of her, I clutched her hairless pussy with my hand, hooking one finger behind her clit, and stretching it upward. This always gets her off, especially when I dig my nail in, and she was only seconds behind me, cumming with powerfull spasms, as she too gave way and collapsed on top of me. After a few kisses, Mom turned me over, swatted my butt, then pulled me to my feet so we had time to rinse off, and get dried. If we didn't get a move on we'd both be late for work, which meant a quick hair brush, basic makeup, and speed dressing. I was the first one into the hallway, with bag and car keys ready, but when we did the dress check to make sure we were both in order, Mom lifted her skirt to display her naked pussy.
"Oh shit!", I said, clasped my hand over my mouth, then apologised for swearing. I'd forgotten it was BP Thursday, Bare Pussy Day, and I had my panties on, ready to go out to work, so I was now in trouble.
"Don't worry, darling," Mom reasured me, with a smile on her face, "we can settle this matter tomorrow, since it's your birthday today."
I quickly reached under my dress, pulled my panties down and off, then handed them to Mom, who reached over and placed them on display in the top of my bag, which meant I'd have to carry them round like that all day long.
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