"Happy Birthday, Mike!"
I blinked my eyes and tried to focus.
My mother and sister were seated at the kitchen table having breakfast.
Groggily, I took a chair next to Sis.
After work last night me and a few of the guys went out and partied a bit. I wasn't quite hung over, but I wasn't ready for more than just a cup of strong hot coffee.
Sis jumped out of her seat and went to fetch my favorite mug. It was one that she'd given me the previous year on my last birthday. The pretty blonde model on the side of it lost her teeny black bikini when hot water was added.
"We'll celebrate your birthday this weekend." Mom was saying. "We'll have the family and a few of your friends over. We're not going to have a huge blow out like we did last year. I don't feel like dealing with Mrs. Crabtree again."
On my eighteenth birthday Mom had allowed my sister Tina and I to invite all of our friends over for a barbeque in the back yard. Since I was also graduating from high school we had a bon fire as well. Old Mrs. Crabtree called the fire department.
"Is there anything special you'd like for your birthday?" Mom asked taking a bird like sip of her grapefruit juice. She bestowed on me one of her radiant smiles then. "Besides a car."
I'd been saving up for a couple of years for my own car. I had a hunk of junk in the garage that got me by, but like most guys I wanted a set of wheels I could be proud off.
Though Mom paid most of my college expenses, I still had a girlfriend and other vices that cut into the money I made as a crew member at the Beer N' Burger.
"Some new threads maybe..." I tried to think. Clothes were always cool. To get laid finally definitely, but I wasn't about to say that out loud. "A subscription to Playboy maybe."
"You already spend too much time in the bathroom as it is." my smart ass sis placed my coffee mug down in front of me. "What you really need is a girlfriend who isn't locked at the knees."
Mom who'd actually laughed about the bathroom joke, glared sternly at my sister over her next comment.
"Missy's a very nice girl. You could take a few lessons from her on how to behave like a lady."
Sis wrinkled her nose in distaste and plopped back down next to me.
"I do know how to be a lady." she shot back at Mom, "Missy goes beyond lady. She's what you call a puritan prude."
I'd been dating Missy since my freshman year in high school, I had loved her even longer than that. She's a wonderful person and really fun to be around. It was true though, she was locked at the knees. I figured it had to do with being a preacher's daughter. I was willing to wait until after we graduated from college then got married like she insisted. In the mean time being a full red blooded male I intended on getting some experience else where. The problem was that all the girls I knew were aware that Missy and I were an item. The ones that wouldn't recite me the riot act for even suggesting a fling would probably tell her just to be mean. I wouldn't hurt Missy for the world.
I was still too young at nineteen to go to dance clubs to meet women on the prowl for a one night stand. There were a few girls in some of my classes at the community college I attended, but none of them interested me. The girls at work steered clear because Missy worked along side of me at the B&B as a cashier. (Her father wasn't thrilled that she'd gotten the job, but after he and his wife had eaten there a few times, they decided it was safe enough. It was basically just a burger joint that also served cold beer. Minors weren't allowed to handle any beverage other than the pop and water. Even the 'near beer' was off limits.)
"You know I like Missy." Mom flashed me another of her smiles. "I know you'll want her here to help celebrate your birthday."
I know it's wrong, but I've always been more than aware that I have a very hot mother. All my friends were envious.
Though she would be turning forty next month, Mom looked almost twenty years younger. When we went anywhere as a family, most people thought we were just three friends hanging out.
I loved when Mom would wear her waist length golden blonde hair down, but she had it tied back in a lacy white ribbon for the office. I preferred my Mom in her jeans and t shirts she wore on weekends, but she still looked hot in her white blazer set and pastel pink blouse. She wore the pearl necklace Sis and I had bought her for Christmas.
I could never figure out why my father left such a beautiful intelligent woman as my mother. She could be a model with her large blue eyes and dazzling million dollar smile. After Dad left us, Mom went out and got a job at an insurance company in the mail room. She was now in an executive position. Tina and I were proud of her. Dad the dumb ass that he is, fucked around with a bimbo named Candy. The bitch could barely spell her own name much less hold on to a thought for very long. Dad married the whore and they were expecting their third child. Tina and I felt pushed aside for his new family and didn't talk to him much. Tina thought that the trouble started when Mom went back to school.
"Some men don't want a woman with brains underneath them." she'd grumble.
Speaking of whores, I'm afraid my sister fit in that category quite nicely. We'd always gotten along except for the petty squabbles over chores like most siblings, but she was far from my Missy in the virtue department.
Tina learned early on that a bat of her pretty eyelashes or a dimpled smile made men her slaves. Even my father had tripped all over himself to please her B.C. (Before Candy). I wasn't immune to her charms either.
A 'please Mikey' or a kiss on the cheek would have me digging in my pockets for ice cream money instead of buying the hot wheel car I was saving for.
After the divorce Sis and I really drew together. We would spend hours just venting about our feelings. Sometimes the conversations went from the pain we were dealing with to sexual matters. Sis admitted that she was horny most of the time. I had to admit I suffered the same dilemma. We were both a couple of horn dogs, but of the two of us she was worse.
Tina was eleven months my senior. At almost twenty, my sister has had twice as many boyfriends under her belt. She's slept with them all. What's bad was that she lost her virginity at eighteen!
My sister favored my Mom in looks except her body was much more voluptuous. Sis had 38 D breasts compared to Mom's modest 32 C's. Sis also had a cute little bubble butt that she loved to show off in skin tight jeans and short skirts. Like me however; Tina's hair was strawberry blonde. She normally wore her shoulder length naturally curly hair up in hair clips and ponytails.
The three of us sat around shooting the shit a little as I got some coffee down me.
Mom finished her juice and stood up to leave for the office. She came around the table to kiss my cheek.
"Happy Birthday, Hon.." she gave me a squeeze. I drank in her expensive perfume, "I'll be home a little late tonight. Since we're not celebrating your birthday till this weekend, Stuart is taking me to dinner and a show."
I scowled.
