Hey Abner: Happy Birthday!
Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2023 3:41 pm
Since my son turned 18, my husband started a tradition where he rented a slave girl for him and his friends to use at his birthday party, which truth be told isn't that much different than their normal get-togethers where they play video games and eat pizza. As my husband was out-of-town this year, he left it up to me to pick up the slave girl at Slave Mart and drop her off when the party was done.
The problem was that I was having some car troubles that morning. I called up Slave Mart and they didn't have any trucks available for delivery, and Uber won't carry slave girls because they stain the seats, and some sort of moral objection too, I think.
Anyway, not wanting to disappoint my son and his little friends I came up with an innovative solution. The boy's jaws hit the floor when I came through the door naked and collared, and knelt down in front of Ralph, the fat kid with the skin problem, and said, "Let me please you, Master."
I should explain that I'm a total MILF, and all the boys have had a crush on me since puberty, so Ralph didn't take long whipping it out. He was rock hard, and didn't take long, so I moved down the line, servicing customer after customer. I was a bit shocked when I came to my son, as I had assumed I'd get him a slave girl later, but his penis was out and rock hard.
"Come on, slave girl. Get to it!" one of the boys shouted.
"Yeah, don't stiff the birthday boy!" another agreed.
I gave my son quite the hummer. Talk about a birthday surprise! By the time I finished the line, Ralph was ready again, so wash-rinse-repeat, as I moved down the line of 20 somethings, blowing each one (including my son) for the second time that day. The climax of the day (pun intended) was when I was fucked on the rug by Jamal, the large black kid who had won the tournament that day, and my son, who as the birthday boy got to enjoy "a second slice of pie."
All and all, it was a great time, and I know I gave them all a birthday they'll never forget. I'm super popular with my son's friends, but all their moms are pissed at me, and none of them will return my calls. None of them will come to my house, and they ignore me at community events. I've become the neighborhood scandal, which is total bullshit as all of them rent slave girls for their son's birthday parties, and most of them are in my slave yoga class, or a lower grade class, since a lot of them aren't good enough. And they're looking down their noses at me? Seriously?
My cousin Freddie works for Slave Mart, and he told me the leader of the blue-noses, Laura Purest, is scheduled for high intensity slave training next week. He suggested I take my son and a few of his friends down to fuck her, while I watch, eating popcorn. There's a part of me that says a film of Debbie going at it like a slave girl might break through all this moralistic, Harper Valley PTA bullshit, but I'm not sure if I won't make the situation worse.
A few of my son's friends have asked my son if they can have the same slave girl he had at their birthday parties. Did I make a mistake? What do I do now?
Christine, The Most Popular and Least Popular Mom in Town
The problem was that I was having some car troubles that morning. I called up Slave Mart and they didn't have any trucks available for delivery, and Uber won't carry slave girls because they stain the seats, and some sort of moral objection too, I think.
Anyway, not wanting to disappoint my son and his little friends I came up with an innovative solution. The boy's jaws hit the floor when I came through the door naked and collared, and knelt down in front of Ralph, the fat kid with the skin problem, and said, "Let me please you, Master."
I should explain that I'm a total MILF, and all the boys have had a crush on me since puberty, so Ralph didn't take long whipping it out. He was rock hard, and didn't take long, so I moved down the line, servicing customer after customer. I was a bit shocked when I came to my son, as I had assumed I'd get him a slave girl later, but his penis was out and rock hard.
"Come on, slave girl. Get to it!" one of the boys shouted.
"Yeah, don't stiff the birthday boy!" another agreed.
I gave my son quite the hummer. Talk about a birthday surprise! By the time I finished the line, Ralph was ready again, so wash-rinse-repeat, as I moved down the line of 20 somethings, blowing each one (including my son) for the second time that day. The climax of the day (pun intended) was when I was fucked on the rug by Jamal, the large black kid who had won the tournament that day, and my son, who as the birthday boy got to enjoy "a second slice of pie."
All and all, it was a great time, and I know I gave them all a birthday they'll never forget. I'm super popular with my son's friends, but all their moms are pissed at me, and none of them will return my calls. None of them will come to my house, and they ignore me at community events. I've become the neighborhood scandal, which is total bullshit as all of them rent slave girls for their son's birthday parties, and most of them are in my slave yoga class, or a lower grade class, since a lot of them aren't good enough. And they're looking down their noses at me? Seriously?
My cousin Freddie works for Slave Mart, and he told me the leader of the blue-noses, Laura Purest, is scheduled for high intensity slave training next week. He suggested I take my son and a few of his friends down to fuck her, while I watch, eating popcorn. There's a part of me that says a film of Debbie going at it like a slave girl might break through all this moralistic, Harper Valley PTA bullshit, but I'm not sure if I won't make the situation worse.
A few of my son's friends have asked my son if they can have the same slave girl he had at their birthday parties. Did I make a mistake? What do I do now?
Christine, The Most Popular and Least Popular Mom in Town