'Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Mom, Happy Birthday to you!!!'
Erin and I are terrible singers, but it is the thought that counts.
'My favorite cake!' Mom exclaimed.
She put her finger into the icing, licked it clean and then sucked on it while looking at me. Something about that seemed a little too erotic.
'Mom, blow out the candles!' Erin pleaded.
'I don't know, there are so many.'
She was joking, it was a five and a zero.
She blew them out.
Erin and I applauded like it was a two year old birthday party.
'Time for presents,' I said.
I was quite proud of my mine.
I handed her my nicely gift wrapped small box. Thanks to Erin for the wrapping job. Great stepsister.
'Oh my gosh, an Apple Watch! Brock you shouldn't have.'
'Ok, I will keep it then.'
I reached for the box. She gently slapped my hand.
'Naughty boy, no you don't. I love it!'
Jordan -- still having trouble calling her Mom - gave me a nice hug and then kissed me on the lips. Her lips were so soft and luscious. I felt a little tingle in my balls.
Erin had warned me long ago about the kissing on the lips. It is a family tradition when greeting or showing appreciation.
I kind of like it. I like this new family unit although I don't feel like I fit in like Erin does.
When Dad and Jordan married, a new 'blended' family was born. Dad brought me, Jordan brought Erin.
Dad and Erin hit it off right away. They spent a lot of time together getting to know each other.
Sometimes they would be gone all afternoon on a weekend.
Dad said he took her to his favorite museums. They would go golfing, play tennis and occasionally go to a movie and a dinner.
Sometimes they did not get home till midnight.
I haven't connected with Jordan, my stepmom, at all. We did our own thing when left alone. I was into running, biking and weightlifting.
She wasn't. She had her videography business. Sometimes she worked deep into the night editing what she recorded that day. Dedicated to say the least.
Net effect, she ignored me. I ignored her.
'Mom, we need to go to your room to open my present,' Erin said anxiously.
'Why?'
'It is something so special, we need to open it privately.'
They both looked at me like I was supposed to give my approval. I didn't care. Mom liked my present. What could top that?'
'What are you waiting for? Go!' I said.
Mom took Erin's hand and they headed to the master bedroom. I went to the exercise room to pump iron.
***
We sat on the edge of the bed. I handed Mom my present.
'Erin, the box is so light. What could it be girl?'
'I think you will like it. It should help with a problem.'
I overheard Mom talking to Aunt Dakota about Dad's lack of sexual interest in her. She explained that after about three months of wild sex post wedding, slowly overtime it has dwindled to nothing.
The timing was right. As I listened in, I felt a twinge of guilt for my part in this. I needed to help rekindle Dad's interest. My present was something I know Dad really liked. Hopefully it will work for Mom. It worked for me.
Mom carefully unwrapped the box and slipped off the top. She stared into the box. She had a confused look.
'Erin, what ... what the hell is this?'
She lifted it out of the box, three small patches of white cloth with strings attached.
'Mom, it's sexy lingerie. I thought you might need ... I mean like it. Something sexy you can wear for Dad.'
'Why ... what ... why do you think he would like it?'
Can't tell her the truth, I had my story ready.
'Dad was on his laptop when he got a call. He left the room to take it leaving his laptop open. I shouldn't have, but I had to see what he was looking at. I expected porn as I saw him touching himself. You know down ....'
'I get it Erin.'
'It was a women's lingerie site. A beautiful woman was modeling this sexy lingerie. So ... I bought this for you to surprise Dad. I know he will like it ... I mean I think he will like it.'
He will like it, I know for a fact it will work.
'Well, he has seemed like he lost interest in me. When we do have sex, it seems like his mind is somewhere else or with someone else.'
Sorry about that. I need to let him know he needs to act better.
Mom held it up in the air.
'I have no idea how to put this on.'
'Let's look at the picture. Maybe that will help. I need my iPad, be right back.'
This is so cool. I had the site and the picture ready to go. No sign of Brock, I wonder where he went.
Back in the bedroom. I showed the picture to Mom.
'Wow, that doesn't cover much.'
'That's the idea Mom, show off your body, let him take it from there.'
Worked every time for me.
'Can you help me put it on, so I won't be fumbling around when I do need it?'
I sat on the edge of the bed. Mom stripped down to her panties. For fifty years old she has an amazing body. I hope I look like that at fifty.
She fumbled around trying to arrange the strings and patches. I need to help but first...
'Mom, come here.'
She stood in front of me.
'These need to come off.'
I slipped my fingers inside the bottom of her white panties on the inside of her thighs. My fingers accidently touched her labia.
She smiled at me.
I placed my thumbs on the outside and slowly pulled down her white silk panties down to the floor.
In the process, my face wound up inches from her pussy. The lips a slightly darker flesh color. The large hood hiding her clitoris. A pleasant odor emanating from her vagina.
Suddenly, I had to urge to lick it, to kiss it, to suck on those darker lips! Where did that come from?
That was weird! I have never licked anyone's pussy. Even my best friend Marilyn even after she did it for me.
