Happy Birthday: Ch. 1 [Preview]

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Hello, my faithful readers! Today, I bring you the preview of my second commission, Happy Birthday! I think fans of Daddy’s Home are really gonna like this one. There’s no actual sex in this one, I’m sorry to report, but plenty of sexiness and lots more to come!
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Content Warnings: Incest, Unrealistic anatomy, Huge cock
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The Guest of Honor

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The evening air was still warm with the lingering heat of the summer sun when a sleek black limousine pulled up to the curb outside the ballroom.  The engine’s rumble quieted to a soft purr as it came to a stop, the chirping song of crickets in the grass reasserting itself as the loudest sound, only interrupted by the muffled beat of the music pounding through the doors of the ballroom. There was a soft click as the door latch opened, the sleek black door swinging wide to make room for the guest of honor as he emerged from the posh interior.



First, a leg emerged, a polished wing-tip shoe planting itself on the sidewalk, swiftly followed by a strong hand, gripping the door-frame for leverage as it hauled the rest of the figure out of the vehicle. John Best climbed free of the limo and straightened up, standing to his full six foot height, clad in a black suit tailored to emphasize his broad chest, tight core, and muscular limbs. He clearly took great care of his appearance, his skin smoothly tanned, his light brown hair trimmed into an expert fade, short on the top, his strong jaw smoothly shaven. His face was handsome by almost any standard, with soulful hazel eyes set in a rugged, masculine face. He frowned, raising one finger to hook the triangular knot at his throat and pulled, loosening the deep red silk tie looped around his neck.

A second dull click sounded as another door opened, a very different leg stepping out. Long, shapely, and feminine, the new leg set the point of its tall red stiletto heel on the pavement as the shimmering silky fabric of a bright red evening gown slid off it, baring her flawless tanned skin all the way up to the thigh, where the slit in the material stopped. A finely-manicured hand reached out, hovering there for a moment while John walked over and took hold of it, helping his mother from the limo. Ava Best stood, her chestnut brown eyes gleaming with pride as she smiled, her heels lifting her high enough to look her son in the eye. Long, wavy black hair framed her face as her plump, glossy, red-painted lips curled up into a smile that reached from one of her high cheekbones to the other. “I raised such a gentleman!” She commented, smirking as she glanced down him, taking in the rare sight of her son all dressed up. “And so handsome, too…” She added.

He couldn’t help but return the appraising glance, eyes roaming down her body. One could hardly imagine a body like hers could have even had one child, let alone three. Her slinky red silk evening gown hugged the length of her body, showing off her wide, flared hips and the thick, juicy ass they supported. The dress drew in at the waist, squeezing around her slender waist and tight stomach, before it struggled to cover her mountainous breasts, each massive wobbling orb the size of a beach ball, and unmistakably all-natural. Her strapless gown’s tightness pushed her mounds up and together, mashing the massive milk-tanks into a bottomless valley of tan line free bronze cleavage. She stepped forward, pressing those mouth-watering melons against her son’s strong body as she reached for him. “Now if only you’d stop messing with your tie…” She muttered, grabbing his tie and tightening the loop, pushing the knot up into place again.

“Mooom!” He objected, looking exasperated but making no move to stop her. “Come on, it’s my birthday, why can’t I just leave it a little loose?”

“Oh, hush. It’s not going to kill you to look nice for a few minutes.” She chided in a decidedly motherly way. “You can loosen it after everyone’s said hello and seen you looking all nice.” She offered. “Besides, it’ll be days before I get to dote on my favorite son again, let me have this.”
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