6. Who's your Daddy?
I ran out to meet Jordan in the driveway when he arrived home that afternoon, and surprised him with a hug as he exited the car.
"Oh! Hey, Babe," he said, kissing me.
"Anything up?" He asked, seeing a smug satisfied look on my face.
"Yeah, Mom and I had a great talk today." The word 'talk' was being used very flexibly in this instance.
"OK, so..."
"So I wanted to know what she actually wants you to do as man of the house."
"Oh," he flushed, "that."
"I think she wants you to take the place of Dad while he's away."
"Um...Like, how? With fixing stuff?"
"No," I answered, snuggling up with my lips near his ear, "it means you're in charge now, Jordan...of all of us. It means we all do what you tell us to do from now on."
He was having trouble accepting the role, particularly with Mom wanting to show the same subservience to him that I did, in her own house. His cheeks flushed a little.
"Um...are you sure?"
"Yep. Really sure."
I wasn't going to tell him exactly how I knew, or how my 'talk' with mom went down today, not just yet. I was sure she would prefer to keep it between the two of us for the moment.
That evening, we ate dinner in peace and quiet. Mom seemed happy, almost relieved. She was really interested in how Jordan's day had been, if he had everything he needed at University, and whether she could do anything for him..
She then placed the keys for her Mercedes on the table.
"Here, Jordan, I've been meaning to give these to you. You should be driving a proper car, now."
Jordan blushed furiously, but took them.
"What about you?" He choked out.
"If I can use it when you don't need it, that'll be enough for me. I don't go out every day, anyway...And I can always borrow Sasha's car," she trailed off, smiling at me.
"It's right for the man of the house to be driving this."
"Thank you. Thanks a lot, Janice," Jordan looked genuinely into her eyes, and it was Mom's turn to blush. And was she batting her eyelids back at him?!
If I was honest, I was starting to get a bit jealous of all the things Mom had at her disposal to yield to Jordan, when all I had was my own body. Still, I couldn't make a big deal of it. And if she was really prepared to make him the man of the house, maybe I could test out the theory a little.
At bedtime, I went down to Mom's room and gave her a goodnight hug.
"Thank you Mom, for everything," I said, nuzzling my nose into her cheek.
"Thank you, Sweetie."
Then we made eye contact, and both burst out laughing.
Had we really shared our bodies with each other that morning? It was so surreal.
Mom was in the process of getting undressed, and looked at me suggestively as she continued removing her blouse. I leaned in and kissed her on the neck, while she stroked my cheek. I placed my hand on the upper part of her breast, and rubbed it gently. She emitted a soft purr at my touch, and kissed my forehead.
"Mommy, will you do something for me?" I asked.
"Of course, Darling. Anything." She looked at me and nodded. Was I wanting pleasure from her? She was ready to give it to me.
She placed her hand on my wrist and started moving it down to the fleshy part of her breast. She was in total obedience mode. It actually made me slightly horny to see her acting this way.
"Thank you, Mommy," I replied. "I need to go sleep. But I need your help later this week. I'll tell you in the morning."
I grabbed her by both cheeks, we rubbed noses, and then I kissed her on the lips. She returned my kiss. Then I released her, letting my fingers trail over her face and right breast, before I toodled out of her room and back to my own. I lay down in bed. I was bushed. And remembered nothing more after that.
The next morning was Thursday. Saturday would be Jordan's birthday, and he was turning 22. Every piece of me wanted to make this the greatest birthday experience of his life. I wondered if he had even had parties or celebrations before. This caring and handsome young man who had come from humble beginnings into my life was going to be the complete focus of my attention.
It was going to make him fulfill his destiny as the 'man of the house', to see him take proper charge of his domain. The thought, and even the phrase itself was starting to turn me on in an amazing way. It made me smile every time I repeated it. I had to make sure he was free that day, though I was pretty certain he wouldn't have made any plans. He might not have even thought I knew about his birthday—we hadn't discussed it before.
I had initially thought about a weekend away, but I needed Mom's help, and she had said she wanted to go back to Church on Sunday. It had been a while since she attended, and the ladies would be suspicious of her absence, particularly with Dad gone. Keeping up appearances was always important. Though I did wonder how she would go recalibrating her conscience after this week's physical relationships. Sally certainly didn't seem to have any problems, from the way she talked when she was around.
Saturday morning came, and I was tingling with excitement. The first thing we were going to do was shopping. I had realized only the other day that Jordan really didn't have a lot of clothes. And of course, he would never ask for money for more. I had kicked myself at my lack of attention to his basic needs.
Jordan was sleeping in his room, and still lying in bed. He was stirring, I thought he may have been awake. It was too late, anyway, I was rushing in and jumped him!
"Happy Birthday!" I shouted, clambering all over him and kissing everything I could reach.
He beamed at me.
"I wasn't sure if you knew," he smiled, tousling my hair. "I realized I never told you."
"I saw it ages ago on your license and remembered."
He dragged me into him forcefully and we kissed. It was passionate, he suddenly was in heat for me. He was grabbing at me, grabbing my boobs; feeling my waist; squeezing my ass. I slid my hand down in front of his boxer shorts and pressed against his manhood. It was firming up.
"Mmmmm..." he murmured.
