Max's mother had prepared his favorite meal for his 19th birthday dinner. Her meatloaf, garlic-mashed potatoes and green bean casserole exceeded anything he had ever eaten. His younger sister and brother were home for the evening, and the conversation was jovial and teasing.
While they ate, Max's dad shot him knowing looks across the table. There was a twinkle in his eye, and his eldest son beamed at the cause of it. A father could not have given his son a better gift than an amazing blow job from a hot woman on the taxi ride over to the familial home.
Max suddenly looked at his dad in a whole new way. Instead of the man who had disciplined and guided him through life, he saw someone with the same needs and desires he himself craved. He felt a fresh bond at that moment.
When the table was cleared after cheesecake and coffee, Max's mother brought out a small pile of gifts. He was glad she had spared him the embarrassment of singing and blowing out candles. He wasn't a kid anymore, after all.
There was a DVD player from his parents, a couple of movies for it and a ribbed turtleneck from his siblings. This would give him something new to do when he got home. He felt content with the evening and his family, and happily chatted with them while his dad called for his taxi ride home.
When the honking resounded from the street out front, Max exchanged hugs and kisses, thanked everyone, gathered his gifts and headed out the door. His father walked him out to the porch.
"Thanks for the present, Dad." Max meant it wholeheartedly.
"No problem, Son. Enjoy the rest of your evening." The man he had looked up to all of his life patted him on the shoulder and winked.
The taxi driver was the same one from the ride over. He stood by the open trunk and helped Max put his boxes inside. They went to their respective doors to enter the vehicle. As soon as he opened his, Max's jaw dropped. The woman who had given him that awesome head job was lying on the seat where he had last seen her a few hours before. She had her legs sprawled apart, allowing Max a clear view up her short skirt. She lacked underclothing and he saw the pink of her pussy lips beneath a thin racing stripe of short curly hair. He turned to wave to his dad, but the front door was shut and the porch light already off.
Max squeezed into the small part of seat that wasn't occupied, shut the door and the car began to move. He wasted no time reaching over to run his hands up the woman's thighs. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned, and he pushed it to the side so he could press his mouth onto the center of one of her voluptuous breasts. As he swirled his tongue around the pert nipple, she placed her hands gently on his head and an involuntary gasp came from this vixen beneath him.
