I was born on Christmas day. No worries. This is not a Jesus fantasy of some type. Just a story about the pros and cons of my unfortunate timing to come into the world.

My parents had hoped I'd be the New Year's baby. At least that is the story I've heard a thousand times. Had I waited another week, I would have been showered with gifts as the first child of the year, but instead my mother's Christmas was spent in painful labor for the most part. I've heard that story a thousand times as well.

So sharing a birthday with Jesus has obvious issues. Essentially I received Christmas presents and never really had a birthday despite calling it a birthday. Some years my birthday was celebrated in July to acknowledge that I was getting screwed out of a real birthday. But it seemed artificial. And despite the sympathy I received from relatives about not having a real birthday, I eventually got used to it.

That is why when I turned eighteen, my birthday surprise made up for all those previous years. But first, you need a little context.

My parents divorced when I was sixteen. I was actually relieved when it finally happened. All the baggage of a bad marriage had worn on me over the years. I learned to wear headphones whenever the yelling began, and I buried myself in my bedroom. Mom took my sister to another city after the divorce, and I stayed with Dad. I didn't want to add to the trauma by having to start all over in a new school with new friends, so the split was fine even though my dad was an asshole. We did our best to ignore each other.

Dad remarried a short while later. My new mom was...well...I guess you'd say "different."

My father met his new wife in a strip club–not exactly a romantic setting and something I didn't learn about until recently. My stepmother, as it turns out, was a stripper. Her stage name was Debbie Dees, and she lived up to it. She was built like the proverbial brick shit-house: stacked and wearing a DD-sized bra.

My teenage friends had perpetual hard-ons whenever they were around her. Debbie had a knockout figure. She was one of those rare women who was blessed with slim hips to go with her huge boobs–all on a 5'4" frame. Her tits were god-given and not bestowed by a plastic surgeon. Or so she maintained.

"They're the real deal, Jimmy. By sixteen, I was ordering specialty bras to hold these puppies."

This was in response to my constant staring. To reinforce her argument, she would place her hands under them and heft them to acknowledge their weight. As a hormonal teenager, I had a hard time (no pun intended) not drooling every time she walked into the room as her tits bounced and jiggled before me.

She typically wore yoga tights that accentuated her tight ass. It was all too much. I beat off daily with visions of those sugar plums in my head.

We agreed right off that I would not call her "mom." It was obvious she was a trophy wife and she reinforced that concept by flirting with me.

"You're mighty cute, Honey. If I didn't have your father, I'd probably be chasing you."

And then one day in November, I came home from school, and she was crying. Real tears. She was sobbing.

"Your father was in an accident on the way to work."

She didn't need to tell me more. I knew from the look on her face that he was dead. We hugged and consoled one another until late in the evening. Even though he was an asshole, he was my father.

We got through the funeral ordeal and all the subsequent issues without major glitches. And then we had a reality-check conversation.

I learned how my father had frequented the club where she worked and that she had developed real feelings for him over time as she got to know him. She had graduated from stripper to bartender during that time and said he was one of the first men she knew who treated her like a lady and not a whore.

Even though she was not that much older than me and had a storied past, I really liked her. Our relationship had initial setbacks, but she was down-to-earth and sincere with me. We became close friends as a result. Once we got past Dad's death, our bond drew closer. We ended up having heart-to-heart talks.

As Christmas approached, she tried to get into the holiday spirit to overcome the post-funeral blues. The house was lit up like never before and she decorated a beautiful Christmas tree. A jaunty Santa hat was constantly perched on her blonde tresses.

As December 25 approached, her mood intensified, if that were possible. Bing Crosby and Mariah Carey crooned non-stop on the radio, and the presents under the tree grew. Half of them said "Happy Birthday, Jimmy."

Christmas Eve, we had a nice dinner and snuggled on the couch watching It's a Wonderful Life. Debbie cuddled with me, her boobs nestled against me and I struggled to avoid an obvious erection. It was impossible not to think about sucking on those big tits.

I was blessed, or possibly cursed, with a huge penis. My friends nicknamed me Woody after seeing me in the locker room shower after practice, and my reputation grew, so to speak after that. My cock was not only long but thick as well. It hung like an extra appendage down my thigh and when excited, it was hard to miss, even under loose clothing.

As we watched Jimmy Stewart jump off the bridge into the icy waters of the river, I got an erection. Not from the movie, however. Debbie had her hand on my thigh and her boobs squished my side. I couldn't control myself.

Suddenly she jerked as if waking up. I couldn't see her eyes, but she appeared to be staring at my crotch. She straightened and looked at me.

"Honey? Is that really you?"

I fumbled with my pants to hide my obvious tubular bulge, but it was no use.

"Can I ask you a question, Jimmy? It's kinda personal."

"Um, sure." Anything to distract her from my obvious embarrassment.

"Are you still a virgin? I know that is really personal, so tell me to shut up if you feel like it, but I'm curious. I lost my virginity when I was sixteen, but it was not necessarily pleasant. I know we have been open and honest with each other since your dad died, so if I'm embarrassing you, just tell me and I'll stop. But by all appearance, you have a whopper there and I know how horny teenage boys can be."

I fidgeted for several seconds and then looked Debbie in the eyes.

"Yeah, I'm a virgin. Everyone I know has had sex but me. I don't like to talk about it because maybe something is wrong with me. Plus, I'm shy around girls. I've never really had a girlfriend...at least not a serious girlfriend."

"Oh, Honey. There is nothing wrong with you. Trust me. One thing I know is men. You are handsome and smart. When the time comes you'll find a wonderful woman to share your life with, but right now you need to just enjoy being a teenager. There is no rush to get tangled up with a lady. You have plenty of time for that. And you'll make whoever that is very happy by the looks of it. From what I can see, that's quite a weapon you are packing."

Debbie reached up and gripping my chin in both of her hands, kissed me on the lips. It was part mother, part friend. A tender kiss that lingered just a few seconds, but her soft lips combined with everything else at that moment almost made me cum in my pants.

I had to go to my room to beat off.

I watched another fifteen minutes of the movie and then yawned and said I was too tired to stay up for the rest.

"I think I'll hit the hay. I'll see you in the morning."

Debbie kissed me again–a peck this time–and bade me good night.

"It's almost midnight, so I'll say it now. Happy Birthday, Jimmy. I hope you sleep tight."

In minutes I was in my bed naked and my thick cock was spewing spunk into my hand as I envisioned my stepmother sucking my cock. I cleaned up with tissues handy for that purpose and fell asleep.

At some point, I awoke to a click as my bedroom door opened and the night light from the hallway revealed a silhouette that I recognized as my stepmother. Who else could it be with tits like that?

She was highlighted by the dim light of a lamp I had left on and I could see she was wearing a short transparent teddy. She crawled up onto the bed and shushed me when I tried to speak.

"Just lie back and enjoy your little birthday surprise, Jimmy. You deserve this, and so do I."

She peeled back the covers and gasped when she saw my naked cock in the dim light. It was struggling for air and seconds later I felt her fingers wrap around my girth.

"Jesus, you are huge, Jimmy. You are even bigger than your father and I thought he had a fat cock. Oh, Honey. We're both going to enjoy this. As soon as I heard you say you were a virgin, I knew I wanted to be your first. This is for you, Sweetie. Just tell me what you like and I'll be your slave. Just pretend I'm a girlfriend you've always liked."

She bent down and kissed my lips as she stroked my cock to a full erection. This was no motherly kiss. Her tongue snaked in my mouth and tangled with my own. She licked my lips, sucked on my tongue, and kissed me like I had never been kissed before.

My hands groped her breasts as we continued in a passionate embrace. She continued stroking my cock, and I knew I would probably cum soon.

"Fuck, Debbie. I don't think I can control it. I'm going to cum. Oh, shit!"

"That's okay, Honey. Let it go. Shoot all your sweet cum. We're going to do this for a while so no worries. Mmmm, that's it. Spray that sticky sperm all over my hand. Oh my god. Look at all that cum." Her frank descriptions excited me beyond belief.

She continued to stroke me until my cock softened and then she released me and still on her knees on the bed, removed her skimpy lingerie.

"I know you've wanted to play with these titties of mine for some time. Well, here they are. Help yourself."

Debbie lay down on her side and scooted up so her tits were next to my head. She reached over and turned on the other table lamp on the other side of the bed. Her breasts were magnificent–even better than I had imagined. Each full orb was capped with a large, pink nub protruding from silver-dollar-sized areola.

"There! That's better. I want to be able to watch you feast on my boobs. I love to have my nipples sucked and you're doing just great. I have really big nipples, don't I? And they're sensitive. Mmmm, that is wonderful. It's sending a tingling from my brain to my toes, not to mention other areas, if you know what I mean."

As she encouraged me, she rubbed my cock, now slick with my sperm, and occasionally brought her hand to her mouth to taste it.

"I love the taste of cum, and yours is delicious, Jimmy. Would you mind if I put your big cock in my mouth so I can get a real taste? How do you like your birthday present so far, Sweetie? This is better than any toys I ever received."

She kissed me; sweetly at first and then put her tongue to work again before finally breaking off and spinning around and straddling my face with her beautiful thighs. Suddenly I found myself staring at her pussy inches from my face. She smelled even better than the panties I had borrowed from her bureau a few weeks before. Instinctively, I reached up and licked her, my tongue finding her groove and a pair of butterfly wings on either side.

"Oh, Honey. You don't have to do that but I won't complain if you do. Yes! Just like that. I have a big clitoris that is very sensitive. Watch out or I might squirt in your face. And look at you. You're already getting nice and hard again. I can barely fit you in my mouth, but I'll die trying."

Debbie began fellating me in earnest, her mouth making loud slurping noises as she slid up and down my cock. I was delirious with joy. Not only did I get a handjob from my stepmom, but she was giving me a blowjob, two firsts for me.

We continued in this fashion for some time, pausing only to catch our breath and moan compliments. At one point she scooted back which spread her thighs even more, and I found my tongue in the crack of her ass. As it slid over her wrinkled star, I tasted the slight sweetness of her asshole. I couldn't resist and pushed the tip of my tongue until it entered her ass just a smidgeon.

"Oh, fuck, Jimmy. You ARE a fast learner. Are you sure you haven't done this before? You're making me feel things I've forgotten, Honey. Yes, do that again."

I worried I was going to cum again soon and Debbie must have sensed it.

"Okay, Honey. Enough of this foreplay. I came in here to take your cherry and even though I'm enjoying every second of this, it's time for the next step. Are you ready to fuck your stepmom? By the look on your face and the size of your snake, I'd say all systems are go. Let's start with me on top."

Debbie kissed me again and reached behind her to grip my cock. She rubbed it back and forth as we craned our necks to watch.

"I'm glad you used your mouth on me, Sweetie Otherwise, I'm not sure I could get this baseball bat inside me. You have one, big cock, Jimmy."

She rubbed it a few more times and then I felt the crown enveloped by her labia as she slowly settled down on it.

"Let's go real slowly at first so you don't tear me up. Just a little bit at a time. How does that feel? I hope it feels as good for you as it does for me. Oh, fuck! Not too deep. There you are, almost in. You're making me squirm but I love it."

We slowly fucked this way for several minutes, gradually getting deeper until finally, I felt the weight of her hips settle on my groin. I was buried in my stepmother.

"Whew! I swear I can feel you in my throat, Jimmy. No one has ever been where you are, you are so deep. Now I'm going to show you a few tricks that I think you'll like. If you have to cum, go ahead. Just let me know if you can."

As she spoke she began pumping her hips up and down and in circles at the same time. My brain was on fire. She reached down and placed my hands on her breasts and then bent over and kissed me as her hips twerked on my cock. Occasionally she would slow down and raise her hips so I was barely inside her before crashing down until our hips met with a fleshy slam. Several times she raised her ass too high and I slipped out, only to feel her fingers wrap around me and put me back inside her slippery cunt.

"I don't think I can hold it much longer, Debbie."'

"Don't worry, Honey. Let it go. I want to feel your hot cum in me."

And with that, she reached back and began massaging my balls. That was it. I felt a surge of cum start there and shoot out the end of my cock into her waiting pussy.

"Oh, yes. That's it. Shoot it all in me. Fill my cunt with your teenage sperm. You feel so good. I need this as much as you."

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I came for the second time, actually the third if you count my jacking off earlier. Debbie continued to massage my balls with one hand while her cunt muscles squeezed my cock. Her hips were welded to mine as she made little circles, wringing every last drop of semen from me.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me, her breasts mashing into my chest, and placed her lips by my right ear.

"Did you like that as much as I did, Sweetie? Happy birthday, Jimmy. I think you'll remember this one for a long time. Would you like me to stay here or return to my bed?"

"Oh, no. Please stay! You feel so nice. I don't want this to end. At least not yet."

"Okay, Honey. And by the way, you really fucked me good. I love your big cock. That was quite a Christmas present for me. Now close your eyes and go back to sleep. But if you wake up and feel like getting frisky, I'm right here, Baby."

And that's what I did. About an hour or so later, I awoke in a bit of a daze before I realized the naked sleeping form next to me was my stepmother. She was on her side and facing away from me. I snuggled up against her like two spoons and kissed the back of her neck and her ear. She moaned and pushed her ass into me, eliciting another erection from my no-longer-virgin cock. We cuddled this way for several minutes before she rolled toward me onto her back and wrapped her arms around me before kissing me tenderly.

"I was dreaming I was making love with a handsome man, and...