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 the story.

The Limited-Series is set in India, and is narrated by 19 year old Karthik.

Happy Reading!!

"Can you please tell me what you want??" I quizzed my mom, for the third time in under five minutes.

"It's nothing, Karthik. How many times will you ask me the same question... I really don't want anything." she replied.

"I know there is something that you 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, had just turned 38, and I was sure she wanted something very special on her birthday. She would have never pleaded with my dad, otherwise.

"Haha!! It was nothing, Karthik... We were just talking about life in general." my mom tried to stop the conversation, heading to the kitchen, as she finished the sentence.

I followed her, and she knew I wasn't going to stop, until she told me the truth.

Without waiting for me to repeat the question, my mom looked straight into my eyes, and with a shy smile, dropped a bomb!!

"I want a baby!!" my mom said, startling me.

"What?!" I was stunned, but I certainly sounded more horrified than I actually was.

"Listen, Karthik... I know you are 19, and I am 38, and your Dad is 42. It would be odd... But, I really want a baby." my mom explained, trying to make sure she helped me relax.

I was happy she cared to do that, and I had already calmed down. But, she was very serious about this. She really wanted a second child.

"Errr.. That would be great, Mom." I said, trying to act normal. But, my facial expressions clearly suggested I was very much unsure about it.

Kavita : Hhmmm...

Karthik : No, Mom... I mean it...

Kavita : Hhmm... Okay...

Karthik : Yeah... So, what is Dad saying??

Kavita : You know that already... You can guess... He is not keen. He is not at all interested. But, I really want to be pregnant. I am old enough to decide things!!

Karthik : I understand, Mom... What are you going to do??

Kavita : I don't know... 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 else can I do?? I cannot spread my legs for some random stranger, and beg him to cum inside me!!

I was shocked to hear what my mom just said. This was the first time we were talking about anything so personal & sensitive. And, it was also the first time ever that my mother said something so inappropriate to me. I couldn't believe she used those words.

My mom realized it, too, and she immediately apologized. She knew she had over reacted.

"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. She was in pain. It was obvious.

"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, now... I think I am losing it." she had tears rolling down her eyes.

"Mom... Please!! It's okay, Mom... I get it. I completely understand you." I tried consoling her, as her body crashed onto mine, and she hugged me tightly, starting to cry.

It had been a couple of hours since my mom had woken up, but she was still in the t-shirt & pajama pants, she wore last night.

She had been requesting & arguing with her husband, over having a second child, as she cooked breakfast for him.

And even though dad had left for work, earlier than usual, sometime ago, my mom had not bothered to change to her regular cotton kurti & pants.

She was not wearing a bra, under her top, and her soft boobs crushed against my chest, when she hugged me. It was a detail that would have not bothered me on another occasion, but I felt it deserved to be acknowledged, considering the situation.

Though we were both dressed, I could clearly feel her hard erect nipples poking on my body.

I never really checked her out, but always sensed that my mom 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 prick pushed onto her. But, neither of us said a word, and we just continued to embrace 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. She was not happy, and it was visible.

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 still disappointed.

I thought I will sing her the birthday song, and cheer her up. However, I felt it was better if I act accordingly. But, I couldn't just leave her heartbroken either.

It was important I talk to her, and make sure she is okay, but also stay realistic. I did not want to give her high hopes, and cause her more hurt.

Karthik : Okay, Mom... We have not had such conversations before... And, we already know it won't be easy... But... Let's talk about reproduction. Maybe we will find a way.

Kavita : 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??

Kavita : Nothing. I don't want you to do anything. I am fine...

Karthik : You are not fine!!

Kavita : I am... You don't have to worry about me... But...

Karthik : But, what??

Kavita : 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!!

Kavita : I mean... Do you know somebody who would be interested in doing it with me??

Karthik : Oh my... Mom... How could you even... Mom?! What is this??

Kavita : Shitt... I am so sorry, Karthik... Ohh... Shitt... 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 it would finally turn out to be... Everybody will take it in a very bad way.

Kavita : I know, Karthik... Please forgive me... I am sorry I even tried suggesting that... I am sorry I asked if your friends, or someone you know, think about me like that... I am sorry... It would be shameful... Very shameful. They would only think you are pimping your own mother, and she is a woman with no morals.

Karthik : I am sorry, Mom... But, that is how it would be.

My mom was upset, and so was I. It was a disturbing few minutes. I never thought we would ever exchange thoughts so regrettable.

However, what I also knew was that I had never seen my mom so unhappy. 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.

"What about Kushal?! He is such 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.

Kushal was my elder cousin brother, and my mom was suggesting that we seek his co-operation 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 want easily. She needed it so badly, she was not at all concerned about the possible consequences her actions could have.

Exactly like my mom felt, and said, I was indeed 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... A priced moment he had always been craving for.

I knew that he lusted for my mother. I had myself seen him ogle at her neatly covered assets, so many times. I knew he was humbling my loving mother, in his mind, 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, and thereby satisfy his carnal desires.

"No, Mom... Not Kushal." I said, straightaway.

"But, why?! I think he is safe... And... If you don't ask him, then I will." my mom said, leaving me in a tricky situation.

Asking him for this favor, was as good as appealing to him, to fulfill his big dream of getting laid with my maturing mom.

"Mom... No... Don't... It's that... He is not the right guy for this. He is.. Kushal is gay!!" There was no way I could let their union happen, and I had to lie to my mom, about my cousin brother's sexual orientation.

"Ohh..." my mom just shook her head. She had a slightly dazed face hearing about Kushal's preference, but quickly started staring right at me.

"What about you, Karthik?!" my mom asked, very calmly.

"Come-on, Mom... How does that matter?? And, this is no time to discuss that, anyway... But, I am definitely not gay!!" I quickly replied, unimpressed.

"No... No... That is not what I meant..." my mom started to clarify.

"What I tried asking was whether you can do it!! I know this is not the most appropriate thing to tell you. But... I feel you will be the perfect choice. You can close your eyes, when you do it, Karthik... I can, also, wear the mask I used for the Halloween Party, last year... Or, maybe, fully 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, leaving me speechless.

She had totally lost it. No sane woman would dare to say something so outrageous. And, definitely not to her own son.

I was completely shaken by the time my mom finished telling me her idea. I was, in-fact, still only coming to terms with the fact that she had used the word 'fucking'.

The proposal she put forward was unacceptable for me, and I rejected it, right away.

"No way, Mom!! I think we should sit with Dad, and talk about this. I can convince him... I assure you that... Please don't talk to me like this, again, my dear Mom... You know how something like that will affect our relationship... Nothing will be the same." I tried to make her realize the impact her plan 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, in a blunt tone, breaking down.

"This is the only gift I ever want... And, you will never understand... Because, you are a boy!! But, just think about it... Don't you think I deserve at-least that?? After doing everything for you and your Dad, my entire life!!" my mom was sobbing, vehemently.

"You will all regret this... You will regret treating me so badly..." my mom said, sharply.

"Fine!! I will do it, Mom!! I will do it for you!! Just stop crying!!" I do not know what got into me, but I really felt I did not have a lot of options. I felt compelled.

"But, nobody will ever know!! Not even Dad. You have to convince him it is his child." I said, agreeing to my mom's very indecent, sinful & forbidden demand.

To be very honest, my mom made me feel I did not have another way out. And, she very easily managed to convince that this was the least I could do for her, as a son.

I don't know if it was a trap, and whether my mother was certain she could manipulate me. But, I fell for it.

"Yeah?! You will?? Really?! Oh, Karthik... My dear son... Thank you so much... I love you!!" she laughed in ecstacy, wiping her tears, least worried about the after-effects.

And, 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 fully erect, but it did not matter. Because, my mom sure had a very pleased expression on her face.

As far as she was concerned, she only wanted a tool, temporarily, that could fill her womb with semen, and she had got one.

"It will be 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, and I should just put my penis inside her hole, normally.

The decision was taken, and there was no turning back now.

My mother wanted a baby at any cost, and I had promised her I would gift her one.

Her 38th birthday was going to witness her own son present his mother the most special offering.

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.

I was going to impregnate my own mom!!

To Be Continued...