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.