“Damn that cake was delicious,” I said, taking another sip of wine and relaxing into my chair. “Happy birthday Mom!” I raised my glass and clinked it with both my parents as Dad repeated my cheer and Mom smiled sweetly.
“Thank you, honey,” she said to me, flashing a wink and licking her lips.
For a woman in her early forties, she sure held it together well. Dad was a lucky man. I knew it was probably quite weird to think stuff like that, but I couldn’t help myself. Especially in that dress she wore. Red, my favorite color, and so revealing I literally couldn’t believe she’d chosen to wear it for our dinner at home. That thing was way fancier and sexier than her usual outfits, but hey, she wanted to live it up for her birthday and I was so damn thankful.
They way her big, natural tits were just begging to pop out had been driving me wild all night. Every time she laughed too hard, or leaned forward to pick up something from the table, I’d been praying for a wardrobe malfunction that would’ve fueled my spank bank for life.