She finally knocked on my bedroom door about nine that night. She brought two of the muffins, and a glass of milk, on a tray.
“You have to be hungry, Caleb. Look, if I weren’t married to your dad, maybe things could have been different. I’ve known you half your life, and I care for you, you know. Please eat?”
“Hey, I’m sorry I kissed you. It just happened. Can we forget it? I didn’t mean anything.” I said as I bit into a muffin.
“What? No comment about eating my muffin.” She said with a smile.
God I loved to see her smile. She was so beautiful.
“I’m sorry Connie. I shouldn’t speak to you like that. I do respect you.”
“It’s fine, just don’t let our dad hear you. He might get the wrong idea. Speaking of your dad, he just called. He won’t make it in until tomorrow afternoon. He’s stuck at Dulles.”
“Of course he is. I know, it not his fault, but it always happens.”
“I know, it’s your eighteenth birthday, and your friends are probably planning some wild party, just promise me you’ll be home for dinner, please. Your dad said he wants to share a beer with his son. I’ll bake your favorite German chocolate cake for your birthday.”
“Okay, I’ll be there.”
She left me alone, and I masturbated to her like every other night, but this time there was that kiss. It was real. My god did her body feel good. I came in seconds.
I hadn’t even told any of my friends about my birthday. They would just want me to go buy them beer. I really just wanted to be alone, and sort out how I felt about Connie. She was my step-mother afterall, and I wanted to fuck her so bad.
I got home shortly before dinner time. I noticed dad wasn’t home immediately. I wasn’t really surprised. Connie came from the bathroom wearing her tiny bath robe. I could tell by the way she had her hair wrapped up in a towel, that she had just taken a shower. She smelled so nice, and her legs looked so soft. You can’t imagine how badly I wanted her. My dad was a crazy lucky men.
“Dad couldn’t make it?” I asked.
“No. He’s been reassigned for a week.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“Hey, I’m here aren’t I? Come on let’s have dinner, and then we’ll open your presents.”
“Presents? As in more than one?”
“Your dad ordered you some things online, and I got you something too.”
We had our dinner, and the cake. I kept hoping Connie’s short, little, robe would loosen up, but that didn’t happen.
I opened the presents from dad. They were all nice. Connie excused herself to go to the restroom, and returned a few minutes later.
“Are you ready to open my present now?” Connie asked excitedly.
“I know what I’d like to open,” I said ogling her robe then instantly regretting it, because of our conversation the night before.
She blushed, and smiled. “Then why don’t you open it?”
“Yeah, right. Like you’re going to let me.”
She pulled my hand to cord holding her robe closed. “Happy birthday.”
I pulled the cord which she had tied in a bow. As the bow came undone, she allowed the robe, to slip over her solders, and fall to the floor. The only thing she was wearing underneath was a wide red ribbon across her boobs that was tied between them like a bow tie, and another ribbon was attached to a red satin thong.”