Chapter 1
When my father originally passed away, my mother did not take the grief well. She had spent thirty five years taking marital companionship for granted, and did not know how to deal with the newfound loneliness.
Unable to take the emptiness of the house, she moved out of the mansion estate and got a small apartment near the town center. Being more social, she started going to singles bingo nights, and there she met Hank.
My mom, bless her heart, could not see him for the louse that he was. I don't know how old he was, maybe 50, maybe 60. He used to be a trucker, so he says, until he retired. Or was fired, I don't know. When he met my mom, he was living on disability checks from some claimed leg pain that he said made it hard to get around. I just know he saw the loneliness in the rich widow and pounced on the opportunity for easy living. He charmed her and after dating for a few months they eloped and she was already moving him into her home.
I hated Hank. I saw straight through his charade and knew what he was up to, but I couldn't stop it because I saw how happy it made my mom. Lauren didn't like him either, and was always creeped out by his lingering gaze.
And what's worse, he spared no effort at hiding it. Every time we visited he would jump at the sight of Lauren at the door. Barely acknowledging me, he always moved past to scoop her into a bear hug, lifting her off her feet in the process, cupping her ass with his hands and giving it a squeeze. Then, he'd always plant a big juicy kiss on her cheek, passing it off as a "step dad" kiss. She never fought it, trying not to be rude, but I always saw her squirming in his arms and glaring at me and then shifting uncomfortably away after he set her down.
In most interactions, Hank's eyes would dart to her bulging cleavage and he'd make some blatant comment about her "cannons". My mom would usually bark at him, calling him an old horndog, but otherwise take no offense. For these reasons, while we both loved my mother, we kept away as much as we could.
For that first year after my father's death, while Lauren and I were adjusting to our new life, Hank was adjusting to his life with my mother. Then, suddenly, my mother passed away from a stroke in her sleep.
Suddenly parentless, I felt very adrift. I took time off work to organize the funeral and set her affairs in order. Apparently she left her apartment to Hank, who was still living there, probably unfazed and getting exactly what he intended. Scowling to myself, I vowed to never talk to that man again.
A few months passed, and we settled back into our routine. Lauren and the girls made everything worth it, and I was able to move on.
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I was thinking about this on a fateful Saturday while Lauren and I snuck off to have sex while Ines and Sofia kept the kiddos occupied in the downstairs den. We stripped fervently and wrapped each other up in our arms, kissing passionately and falling over each other into the bed. I went to enter Lauren right away but she smacked me and said "excuse me, mister. Did you think I'd let you get away with it?"
I shrugged sheepishly and slinked over to the nightstand to pull out the pack of condoms. One of these days, I thought, she will let me.
I rolled the condom on and Lauren got onto her hands and knees, showing her ass to me. I sidled up to her and slipped myself inside, moaning softly. Doggystyle was my favorite. The pleasure was slightly numbed by the latex, but my God there was no better feeling than her insides. I began to hump, and Lauren's moans echoed mine, and I thought about the moment I would get to feel her for real.
Right as I was about to cum, the doorbell rang.
"Did you hear that?" Lauren said quizzically, looking back at me.
"Yeah, Ines will get it. Don't worry" I said, humping faster. I had lost my focus, but after a few moments I could feel myself getting closer and closer. Laurens pillowy tits jiggled into the bed with every slap, her rippling ass swallowing me up, enticing me and making my balls churn white hot.
The doorbell chimed again. Lauren got flustered but I calmed her and kept bucking. My scrotum scrunched tight. I was almost there, almost there--
We heard a knock at the door.
"Señor Jennings? There is man at door asking for you. I no know him."
I groaned and shouted "One second!" I looked at Lauren, but she had already sighed and pulled away from me.
"Maybe you should just get it, honey."
In a state of agony, I pulled myself from Lauren, ripped off the condom, and got dressed. I tucked my throbbing boner into my waistband and, trying to think the blue balls away, I opened the door and moved past Ines, who blushed, realizing what she was interrupting. I rushed downstairs, with Lauren following me, having thrown on just a t-shirt crop top and PJ shorts.
At the bottom of the stairs, to my anger, fear, and surprise, stood Hank. He stood there in his usual attire of greasy, stained white t shirt and gray sweats, trucker hat, and sandals. He had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, bursting through ripped seams with God knows what.
"Harry, how ya doin big guy??" He said as he strode in and clasped me on the back. Peeking over my shoulder and seeing Lauren there, he quickly pushed me out of the way.
"And hello to you sweetheart!" He boomed as he approached her with arms outstretched. Lauren grimaced as he wrapped her up in his arms and lifted her off the ground. I glared as I saw her braless tits smash into his chest through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, and saw his hands dig into her asscheeks through her shorts. He put her down and gave her his signature kiss on the cheek. Then he held her at arm's length and, per usual, his eyes darted down to her chest.
"Damn, babygirl. Them things still growin? I swear they was bustin out that dress you were in the last time I seen you." He leered and scratched at the bulge in his crotch through his stained sweatpants.
"You mean at your wife's funeral?" Lauren retorted, skeptically. Then she scooted back away from him.
Hank, ignoring the implication of the question, nodded while staring. "Uh huh, that black little number, I still think about it, hah!"
Lauren rolled her eyes. I scowled, noticing a growing bulge where Hank had just scratched.
"Where are the tots?" He chirped.
"In their rooms. Why are you here?" I asked impatiently.
"Well," Hank shrugged, "I s'pose I'm here to move in."
"What?" I stared. Hank gave me a smile.
"Lawyer stopped by the apartment the other day. Told me there was some unaddressed items in Carol's will. Apparently she left everything that your dad left her, to me."
I stared, dumbstruck. Hank sensed my feelings and put his hands in the air.
"Hey man, I know we ain't see eye to eye sometimes, but law is law, I reckon. And don't worry, I ain't here to cause trouble. Just here to set up my own little corner in this house, which--" He looked around us. "--clear seein you got plenty to go around."
And, without waiting for my response, he strode in. Noticing Ines, and Sofia behind her, he approached them.
"I figure you two be the help? Hot damn, Harry, you sure know how to pick em. Coupla spicy firecrackers, Mamacitas! You two sisters?"
Lauren and I stared at each other, unsure what to do. What could we do? Nothing, I guess.
Ines came forward shyly and introduced herself and her daughter.
"Ines and Sofia. Wow, spicy names to match the spicy chicas." Hank slapped Ines' butt and walked past her. Ines gave a small squeak and looked at me in fear.
"Hey!" I shouted at him. "Don't harass our employees." I gave Ines an apologetic look.
Ignoring me, Hank took a survey of the grand hall.
"Damn, that's a lot of rooms. So where ya'll stayin?"
"Upstairs, in the master suite." Lauren replied.
"Master suite? Man, that's livin. Don't worry about me, I'll just take a room on the middle floor, out of ya'll's way."
And with that, he strode off.
Lauren and I looked at each other sadly, and went back upstairs to talk. We sat on the bed and discussed our options, realizing we had no choice but to let Hank stay. Lauren tried to rationalize some positives to take from this, like enticing Hank to do some house work and chores, so that upkeep of everything will now be easier. I reluctantly agreed, reasoning it could be nice for someone to be here during the week to get more heavy lifting done whenever it's needed.
"And, I guess I'll need to watch what I wear around the house from now on." Lauren said.
"Yes, absolutely," I scowled.
"Ugh, he's just so creepy. I can just feel him undressing me with his eyes."
