A Philophobic Affair

(Thank you to RP for helping me edit the story, the last chapter, or part of this story should be arriving fairly soon, thanks for reading!)

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A couple hours had passed as I sat at the coffee shop sipping my tea. I had arrived early, but I was so afraid that Abby wouldn't show because of last night. She had said that she would meet me here, so I assumed that everything was fine. I was unsure just the same. So many "what if's" were running through my mind.

Just as I was going through bad scenarios in my head I saw her approaching with her long hair tied up into a messy bun. She looked really tired.

"Hey!" I smiled as she sat down across from me.

"Hi," she greeted with a weak smile.

"You look like you didn't get much sleep," I offered. She looked at me and shook her head.

"I know." She yawned in reply. A long moment of silence began to pass. I didn't think anything of it. I didn't have much to say at the moment anyway. I was just relieved that she wasn't upset or sad. At least I hoped she wasn't.

"So! You sounded a little bit...strange last night," she finally broke the silence. I shrugged.

"Yeah. I...uh...I had a bit of a rough...um...event when I came home," I replied. She gave me a questioning look. I sighed and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I kind of started having weird feelings for someone," I explained.

"Weird?" she asked. I chuckled nervously as she tried to figure me out. I wish I knew what she was thinking right now. Or at least how she was feeling. "Who is this person?" she asked. I didn't know what to say. I don't think she would necessarily freak out or get exceedingly mad. But I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

"Well...maybe you should tell her," Abby said after a moment. "I don't know, maybe you'll end up connecting." She looked a little perplexed when she said it.

"No," I said. "I can't," I tried to add more, but just couldn't. I couldn't tell her I almost fucked my stepmom.

"David, I don't think whoever it is will turn you down," she replied. "Unless she's particularly bitchy."

"No, it's...it's not that. We shouldn't be together is what I meant," I tried carefully to explain.

"Why shouldn't you be with her?" she asked.

"Well...uh...for starters she's...well, she's married," I managed to say. Abby shot an odd look at me.

"Then you probably should stay away," she replied, a surprised look on her face. I nodded.

"I know...but...," I wasn't sure where I was going to go with this. I couldn't say too much. She would be too clever and figure it out.

"Her husband isn't always there for her, and I don't think I can stay away." I wanted to explain more, but I didn't know how. 'Literally, we're in the same fucking house!' It took everything in my power not to just tell her what was on my mind. She was always so good at listening. God, I missed having that.

"What draws you to her?" she asked curiously.

"She's stunning...and seems like a nervous person. I think because I'm not really like m-...," She didn't seem to catch my near slip-up. "...her husband, she seems to be a bit more relaxed and laid back with me. And I kind of like that," I admitted.

"Does her husband abuse her?" she asked. I shrugged, although in truth I know my dad better than that. "If he does you probably should start by going to the police...or at least some sort of woman's center,"she replied seriously. "It probably isn't the best thing in the world to get involved, but maybe you could help her get removed from the situation," she explained further as I remained silent.

"I don't think he abuses her. But I know she isn't happy," I lied. She nodded, thinking.

"I don't really know what to tell you. I mean, it's your life, but I'm not sure what you should do... She should probably get a divorce before you do anything of course," she trailed off. I sighed, wishing this was easier.

"If you need to talk about anything else, you know I'm here. Right?" she asked, becoming serious again. I looked at her.

"I do. Of course I do," I replied. "Thanks, Abby." I smiled at her. I couldn't help but admire her as she smiled back. She was an incredible person.

"If I'm to be honest," I changed the subject, "this town kind of makes me feel so...strange somehow. Nothing feels right anymore. I mean, just look at how much it's changed with the number of new houses. It's virtually a completely different town!" I exclaimed. She chuckled.

"You've been gone too long. Is it really that...disappointing to you?" she asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know," I said after a moment. "I came here to kind of...well...I guess find out what I wanted to do with myself. And I chose here because...," I was struggling a lot to find the right words. But I took my time with it, and she sat quietly waiting for me to finish. "Well, because it's home. At least that's what I should feel like." I looked into her eyes. "But I don't." I sighed once more, wishing I could just get it all out without actually having to speak. "It doesn't just look different. It feels different. And...I don't know...I guess it just caught me off guard," I explained. She glanced down at her hands, I think she understood how I felt.

"Things have felt a little...different I guess for a while," she admitted. "It was gradual for me, so I got used to it. But I do miss my garden." I looked at her.

"You had a garden?" I asked. She laughed lightly.

"Well, I guess it wasn't technically my garden. But I found some dying flowers in the little gap between the old elementary school and the little add-on building they built beside it for the teachers," she explained "Anyway, no one really noticed anything in between there, so I tended them back to health. And it became another place to go if I was having a shitty day. And then they tore down both of the buildings and built a massive apartment building. It kind of sucked."

"Sounds like it. I'm sorry," I replied. She shrugged it off.

"Shit happens," she replied.

"Anyway, back to your issue. What do you want to do about it?" she asked changing the subject.

"I don't fuckin' know!" I sighed exhaustively. She chuckled and put her hand on my shoulder.

"You don't have to know what to do right this moment. It's just a question to think about for now. I'm just trying to work on it with you so that you aren't alone in this," she explained. Her words slowly began to make me feel better. Just a little. But a little was a lot at the moment.

"You don't have to help me, you know," I commented. I said it, but I really wanted her in on this. I just felt I had to point it out. She smiled.

"It's what friends are for. Just don't do anything rash until you know what you want to do, and you've thought it through properly," she replied. I stared at her as she offered me "love advice", even though she had her own feelings. She was stronger than I would ever realize. Why couldn't I have that strength?

"You're an amazing friend. You know that?" I couldn't help but comment. She half smiled.

"Thanks David. It's what I'm here for." She still sounded a little preoccupied saying that.

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When I got to Dad's house I was finally feeling a little better since getting to town. Abby was an amazing help in that. For a moment I felt like I could take on whatever was going to be thrown at me.

But then I saw a little bit of red in front of me as I looked into the kitchen from the entryway. More specifically, red lace. And it was perfectly wedged between two tight little ass cheeks, with a hint of a bent over lower back in front of the fridge.

"Fuck!" I accidently exclaimed aloud. As my voice sounded, Gina straightened from the tantalizing position she had been in. And I could see that she had a nicely matched red lace bra on as well. I couldn't imagine what was going on in her head as she looked at me expectantly.

"Oh...uh...sorry. I didn't think you'd be home so soon." She sounded a lot more coy. It was a strange click in her behavior.

"Uh...yeah...sorry. I thought you'd be at work. Uh..." I tried not to look anywhere but her face. But the blood-pumping lingerie was incredibly tempting. I was hoping she didn't notice the throbbing bulge in my jeans.

"Where were you?" she asked curiously. She wasn't making any move to cover herself or go upstairs to change. For a moment I thought maybe this was all in my fucked up head.

"What exactly are you...um...?" I was trying desperately to come up with something to say. Anything would have worked. Anything except, 'Bend over. I wanna fuck your brains out right now!' I really wanted to ask what the hell she was doing dressed like that. And why the fuck she was acting like this. But I knew that I would never be able to get it out in the ridiculously stunned state of my mind was stuck in.

"Why...uh...why aren't you at work?" I finally managed to get out. Even though I had finally spoken I was almost unable to find the words. I was just hoping my dad wasn't going to walk through the front door to see me gawking at his semi-naked wife.

"You didn't answer my question, son. Where were you?" she asked again. What the hell am I supposed to do here, for Christ's sake?! My mind wandered to things I was going to try and say to her about her... appearance. But when I would try to say them it was like my mind would erase my thoughts. Nothing was coming out of my mouth. Again I had to blame it on being stunned.

"Abby...with me...at the cafe." I managed to reply, like a babbling idiot. She smiled at me.

Just with a flick of her snake like tail the little mouse turned into a massive lioness.

"Why are you just standing there, sweetie?" she asked. Jesus H. fucking Christ! This can't actually be happening! a voice in my head hissed. I wanted to shout something out loud in confusion. Actually, I wanted to scream. I would have done anything to break the hold she had on me.

"What? Is my underwear too much?" she asked coyly. "You're a grown man. I'm sure you've seen plenty of girls like this. Or maybe they were more...decorated?" she toyed with me.

Just like that I was a hopeless lab rat running around in her experiment. And, unfortunately, she knew just where to direct me wherever she wanted me to go. I knew what she wanted me to do. Well...what I wanted to do. But I just finished talking to Abby about her. And she was right. I shouldn't do anything rash. Which included acting out even half of the thoughts racing through my head.

"Of course I have," I managed to get out. "But I shouldn't see my stepmother in her... underwear." If she were to keep this up I don't know how the hell I was going to hold onto myself. She'd have me doing whatever the fuck I wanted to do to her. I needed her to stop...before it was too late...

Wasn't my dad going to come home soon?, I thought. My dad!

"Where's my dad?" I asked, trying to get her to worry about it too.

"Oh, he said he might be a little late again today." She smiled at me. "Now come on out of the doorway," she ordered. "You'll have to catch me up on your day." I honestly didn't have the strength of mind to resist her. My God! Those magnificent tits in that luxurious lacy bra!

I made my way into the kitchen and tried to ignore the thoughts in my head. But I was already starting to lose...my fucking dad! He was so-o-o goddamned lucky! I wish I could have even just a piece of her...

No! My mind shouted.

"I...I need to head downstairs," I managed to say with my eyes closed. I suddenly felt her warm hand on my cheek. My eyes popped open and she was looking right up into them.

"I just wanted to say that...little accident the other day...well. Did you tell anyone about it? Did you tell this...Abby?" she asked.

"God, no!" I breathed. She chuckled.

"Good boy. It should be our little secret." She slid her hand gently against my stomach.

Fu-u-u-u-

My thoughts were suddenly cut off by a stomping up the front steps. The harsh pounding of them told us they definitely belonged to my father. She froze, and I looked at her as her expression changed back into the scared little housewife look she had on when I first met her.

We split up immediately. She went upstairs and I went down into the TV room not far from my bedroom. My father slammed the door shut, as he always had when I was a kid. But this wasn't the angry slam from back then. When I lived here, I knew that slam meant I should go to my room if I didn't want to hear them.

But today? Today I wanted to hear them. I listened for any sound that might come from them.

I heard Gina giggle nervously before suddenly moaning. But the sound was too muffled. With an almost laser-like focus, I tried my best to listen closer while laying my hand on my cock, which was still rock-hard from seeing her mostly naked body in the kitchen. I teased myself a little with my fingers; running them gently up and down my length while trying to imagine her moaning underneath me.

No matter how hard I concentrated I could hear nothing more. I got frustrated and pulled out my cock, stroking it just the way I liked it - full speed. I wanted to at least get off quickly.

To my dismay as I began to hear my dad. Damn it! I stopped with a huff and went into my washroom, deciding to get off in the shower to my own thoughts.

Once I got naked and turned on the water I couldn't hear them at al. This somehow was a disappointment, but a relief at the same time. At least the shower didn't take long to warm up. And I could jack off to my heart's content once I was inside.

My mind was racing again. And then somehow Abby's voice was in my head. Not her words. Just her voice. And my new mother's moans drifted in too. I started to wonder how it would feel to have both of them in here with me...sucking my cock.

"Fu-uck!" I hissed into the moist air. I closed my eyes, imagining them both on their knees, Abby rubbing one side of my cock with her tongue while Gina licked the other, both of their beautiful eyes looking up at me, pleading for me to come on their tits and faces. With all my might I wanted that image to be real.

Without warning my cock began to lurch and I was cumming, even harder than when thinking about my stepmom riding me.

I managed to get my hands underneath me as my knees gave way and I fell to the ground. It took a lot of strength to try and catch my breath with the hot water pouring down onto me. I didn't have the energy to raise myself. I slid underneath the shower until the water was hitting my face, almost preventing me from catching my breath entirely. My lungs were burning, and all I wanted to do was fall asleep. I didn't even need a bed. I could have just passed out right there in the shower.

Eventually the lack of oxygen started to get to me and I managed to raise myself a little so that I wasn't within range of the pelting and unforgiving water. Once I regained my breath I slowly and carefully got myself back on my feet. But not without some degree of effort. I needed to get more stabilized before attempting to make it to my bed...

Even after standing for a few minutes after I had turned the water off, my legs still felt wobbly as I got out and reached for my towel. I couldn't hear them at all now. If I had her, I would try to make it last for at least...well...at least a couple hours if possible. I found it a little laughable that they were done already. But in my dad's defence she's...well...she's probably an incredible fuck.

I managed to make it to my bed without falling. Despite still being soaking wet I simply fell into bed without drying off or putting any clothes on.

****

A few weeks had passed somewhat smoothly. I had managed to tactfully avoid my stepmother, and Abby played along with forgetting about her confession of how she felt. I didn't feel as bad when I started seeing her as happy as she used to be when we were just friends and nothing more.

Most of my afternoons consisted of being with Abby or just sitting in my room reading a trashy horror novel. I have a weakness for bad literature. Rather than seeing the cheap thrills for what they were, I thought they were simply hilarious. Plus it helped to clear my mind, which I still had to do a lot. Making out with your father's wife and almost constantly fantasizing about her will do that.

Abby knew I was struggling with something, but I didn't tell her the truth. And she knew I was lying my ass off when I said it was my most recent break up that was affecting me this way. Still she seemed to shrug it off, knowing I'd tell her when I was ready.

****

My music was blaring into my ears through my headphones as I continued my way through yet another one of my beloved horror books. It wasn't until I saw a hand wave in front of my face that I realized my dad was there, trying to get my attention.

"Sorry!" I immediately threw my headphones off and looked up at his round, red face. He wasn't angry, but seemed to find me amusing. Instantly I felt awkward, humbled, and had just a little bit of resentment towards him. Almost like how a feeling of nostalgia worked, he always seemed to have the effect of making me feel like a teenager again when I was around him. However, unlike nostalgia, it was never in a good way.

"You're gonna wreck your ears, boy." I knew his words were true, but I tried to shrug off his statement.

"Yeah, but I like it loud. Clears my head," I managed to reply. I tried to change the subject. "What can I help you with, Dad?" I asked.

"I gotta run out to the drugstore for my blood pressure meds, then I'm headin' over to my work buddy's place for the game. Gina needs help with cleaning," he explained getting right to the point. As soon as he said her name I tensed up, not wanting to deal with her.

"Actually, she asked if I would come get you. Seems the woman forgot how to do simple chores on her own!" He laughed loudly. Why in hell would she ask for my help? Seriously, does she not remember what happened between us three weeks ago? God, I've done a good job of avoiding her! Why is she dragging me back now? I tried to think of answers to the questions stewing in my head.

My father continued laughing as I finally got up to figure out what was really going on.

"It's fine. I can help her," I said at last. He didn't reply as he made his way out of my door.

After a moment of thought, I waited until I heard him slam the front door of the house shut before making my way upstairs to see her on her knees cleaning out the vacuum. From what I could see she had pretty much finished whatever "cleaning" needed done. The place was pretty spotless to begin with.

"What do you need me to do?" I asked, suddenly aggravated. It simply wasn't fair for me to be in this position! I was being insanely reckless, stupid, not to mention deceitful to my father when I had kissed her...or when she kissed me. She clouded my judgement, and I didn't want to have that happen again.

After a moment, she held out her hand, asking for help back onto her feet from her knees. For the longest time I just looked at her.

"I'm not an old woman, but I'm old enough to have bad knees, David. Please?" she insisted. With hesitation I took her hand, helping her up. She clapped some dust off of her hands from the vacuum before looking into my eyes.

"You're not a lot like your father, you know," she commented.

"Congratulations! You have eyes," I replied sarcastically. She huffed and made her way to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. I remained motionless, keeping my distance. But not being childish by avoiding the conversation.

She stared at me while drying her hands. I stared right back, trying to ignore the tight shirt that hugged her bombshell breasts and tiny waistline perfectly like a glove.

Fuck, why does she always have to look like she's gift wrapped? I thought bitterly to myself.