Paul grimaced as another bead of sweat dripped from his face. His arm was getting tired; but the pseudo-image his mind created was enough to drive him further. After all, the image of his high school science teacher bent over her wooden desk, legs spread to expose her beautifully groomed pussy, was enough to put any man’s arm in a cast. He imagined her calling out to him, begging to feel his cum squirting deep inside of her. The arch of her back, moist with perspiration, glistened as she moved against his thrusts, maximizing his pleasure. He could already feel the beginnings of his orgasm when his bedroom intercom rudely interrupted him.
“Paul! Dinner’s ready sweetie!”
He didn’t even answer. How could pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn possibly replace the sexual surge he’d experience when filling Ms. Stoker like the cock-hungry whore he knew she must really be. His momentum thoroughly obliterated, he decided those pork chops wouldn’t be such a bad thing, if they could exercise a little more tact next time. Nevertheless, he dressed himself and walked downstairs, determined to make up in food what he lacked in sexual pleasure.
Through the clanking of silverware and scraping of plates, Paul and his mother accomplished little in the way of conversation. This meal, though, seemed especially awkward. Even the slightest remark from Paul’s mother seemed forced and carefully uttered. Either something was wrong, or Paul was still just a little pissed about his ruined pre-meal attempt at defiling his teacher.
“How was your trip, mom?”
“Good,” she said, almost before he finished the last word. Paul hesitated for a few seconds, waiting for an elaboration. There was definitely something wrong. He knew his mother well, and she never passed up an opportunity to provide every little detail about a business trip. The woman liked to talk, and any silence from her was a telltale sign that something was amiss.
“Paul,” she spoke before he could come to any conclusions. “Your father and I have been apart for two years now, and well, he’s moved on. It took me a little longer, but I think I’m ready to move on too, don’t you?” This is where Paul always grew impatient with his mother. Couldn’t she just get to the point?
In any effect, this was up to him.
“Mom, if I leave this conversation up to you, I’ll have an ice cold pork chop and not a lot of time to do my homework. Spit it out, ok?” He smiled genuinely at her, taking the edge off his sharp words.
“I’ve met someone, Paul, when I was in Houston. His name is James, and we’ve gone out every time I’ve been down there for business.”
Paul was indeed surprised at the news, but not exactly shocked. This wasn’t significant enough to upset him; he had dealt with his mom’s divorce sooner than even she had.
“That’s great, Mom. Too bad he’s so far away, but that’s great.” The genuine smile never faded, he was truly happy for his lonely mother. She, however, didn’t seem so happy all of a sudden.
“Well, that has been a problem since we first met. We decided we’d fix it though, before either of us ended up getting hurt. He wants us to live together, Paul.” She caught her words, if a little late, and corrected them.
“WE want to live together, and because I know you’d never leave your friends at school, I decided they should move in with us.”
This, he decided, was a great deal more upsetting. Nevertheless, Paul was graduating high school in only a few months, and he knew he’d be leaving the house anyway.
“Well, Mom. I don’t really know this James guy, so you can’t expect me to be that happy, but I guess its not so bad, seeing as how I can keep you guys under close watch here.” He winked at her, that playful sarcasm reminding her for a moment of his father.
“Whoa! Wait a friggin second, THEY?” He had just realized what she said.
“Well, he has a daughter, she’s actually your age. Turned 18 last month.” Paul let his guard down and considered the implications.
There was a spare bedroom in the house; he wouldn’t be giving up any space.
“Well its only a few months, I guess it’s no big deal, right.”
The ice broken, they talked effortlessly for the remainder of the meal, Paul asking many questions about this James fellow, and his mother constantly reassuring herself that he was indeed alright with this sudden change.
Back in his room, Paul was far from distraught at the situation. The magnitude of this news did not affect him greatly; he was college-bound in almost 4 months and really did want to see his mother happy. He learned that the father/daughter combo was making the move in a little under two weeks. School would be out, then. He’d hardly even be home to notice them.
Two weeks came and passed rather uneventfully for Paul. School had let out the day before, and he actually found himself excited to meet the man who made his mother this happy. Maybe this girl would make a few friends. Maybe they would be quite hot. Maybe Paul would waste no time using that to his advantage. Yes, this could actually be a good thing.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard what might have been a car door. His mother’s shriek of “They’re here!” confirmed the noise. To say that Paul was unprepared for what was about to happen is a gross understatement. A man, whose details escaped Paul’s vision completely, walked up to the door. With him was by far the most stunning creature Paul had seen in months. This girl, who must have been his daughter, stole Paul’s breath with what he considered to be a flawless figure. At 5’4”, her petite frame stood in a way which called out to him, begging his eyes to peruse her entire body. A tight-fitting pink tube top cradled her perky teenage breasts, and the presence of her nipples was so faint against her bra that Paul wondered if he merely imagined them.
His eyes wandered to her exposed stomach, and felt more than a faint twinge in his pants as he witnessed the sexiest belly-button ring he’d ever seen. His fantasy was cut short by “And you must be Paul!”
