Note: I realize that sex with a step mom is not incest, but the other part of the category is taboo, and I would suggest that step sex is pretty taboo.
Matt Davis was not looking forward to spending the summer before his senior year in college at his dad's house. On the plus side, his dad lived in a big house on 10 acres of land, with a swimming pool, sauna, fitness room and game room. And he got along fine with his dad, Tom, who was seldom around anyway. But the house came with Susan.
Susan was Tom's third wife, and while there wasn't open hostility, Matt had never gotten on very well with her in the five years she had been his step mom. Matt's mom had been wife #2, and Matt had naturally not been thrilled when his dad remarried less than a year after their divorce. Matt had always felt like Susan was indifferent toward him. It wasn't that she was mean or ugly to him, she just didn't seem to want to have anything to do with him at all. Since he felt the same way towards her, they had a reserved, cordial, but cold relationship when they were around each other. Luckily they were almost never around each other.
But that was going to change this summer. Matt's mom had sold her home and moved into a one bedroom condo, and his dad had encouraged him to come to his house for the summer. Tom was a successful, workaholic international banker. He had a motto, business is business, and business is everything. He led a cut throat, high stress work life, so much so that his doctor had frequently warned him to take better care of his heart. Which he always promised he'd get around to. He was unlikely to be home much, so it was going to be just Matt and Susan all summer.
All things considered, Matt could hardly complain. The house was big enough to avoid Susan. He was looking forward to a care free summer, hanging out by the pool, working out in the home gym, and having fun. For most of his life, Matt had been a bit of a wallflower, just another face in the crowd. Even at college, he had been known as a study nerd, spending more time in libraries than bars. But over the past year, he had suddenly come into his own, he had gotten three inches taller, his long-time face acne had cleared up, and hours spent in the gym had really paid off. He had gone from being unnoticed to being a bit of a hunk. The only hitch was that he had not mentally caught up to his looks. He was still really shy, really uncertain, and really inexperienced at dating. He had set a goal this summer to meet, date, and have fun with as many girls as possible.
Susan Davis didn't really dislike Matt, she was just nervous about how Matt felt about her. She had started seeing Matt's dad Tom before they split, though she wasn't sure if Matt even knew that. But she had always felt like Matt had valid reasons to not like her. So her strategy was to be quietly cordial with Matt, and if he made efforts to have more of a relationship she would be willing.
When Tom informed her that Matt would be staying there all summer, it honestly filled her with a sense of dread. It had been easy to have a quiet, cordial relationship when he was rarely there, but it was inevitable they were going to be around each other a lot. And Tom spent a lot of time away on business, because business is business, so it would just be the two of them.
In fact, Tom wasn't there when Matt arrived for the first time, so it was up to Susan to welcome him to the house with what turned out to be the world's most awkward handshake. She had practiced her welcome spiel but she failed pretty miserably.
"Welcome to our home Matt, or I mean welcome home," she said. "I ah, have a room, um, your room, set up for you. Did you get taller?"
Matt smiled at her nervousness. "Thanks Susan, I appreciate you being here to welcome me." As he walked up the stairs behind Susan, he couldn't help but acknowledge that while his dad might not be great at long term relationships, he did have good taste. Susan had a toned, athletic body that had all the right curves. She was 15 years younger than Matt's dad, but only 15 years older than Matt. She was not so old that she didn't notice that Matt had gotten taller, more muscular, and better looking since the last time she had seen him. Not that she was attracted to him or anything, just that she noticed.
Matt would be staying in an upstairs bedroom, and since the master was downstairs, that meant that Matt pretty much had free run of the second floor. He got himself settled in and had a restful night sleep in his new digs.
For the first few weeks, the going was a little rough. Susan wasn't used to sharing the house, Tom wasn't even there half the time, and she was unsure what was expected of her. Her interactions with Matt were pretty ice cold. From time to time she would ask if he had dinner plans, but he would always just mumble something about being busy, then he would either go out or eat mac and cheese or pizza, and typically would leave a mess in the kitchen. If they had any conversation at all, it was brief and passing.
Their relationship took a sudden change after Matt came home late one night from partying with friends. He was pretty wasted and was sitting out back by the pool smoking a joint when Susan walked up beside him, surprising him.
"Oh, hey, ah Susan, I was just ah hanging out here by the pool," he stammered, hopelessly looking for somewhere to hide the joint.
"I see that," she smiled, and to his surprise, she reached over and took the joint out of his hand. Further shocking him, she took a long slow drag on the joint before passing it back to him.
Matt sat there dumbfounded for a few moments, before he finally cracked a smile. "I guess if I'm busted you're busted too huh?" he said.
"I suppose so," she answered, sitting down in a chair beside him.
They sat there and smoked the joint together, and then they started to talk. Susan had not smoked weed in a while, and it went straight to her head along with the wine she had had earlier. So they were both toasted and they talked about anything and everything. They talked about Tom, mostly about him working too much, and how if he didn't ease up some he was going to drop dead of a heart attack. They talked about college, and how things had changed since Susan went. Matt talked about his plan to do some extensive dating over the summer holidays, which seemed to interest Susan quite a bit. Before they knew it they were laughing and making inside jokes together, including coming up with names for each other. Matt decided that he would start calling her Suemom because step mom didn't seem right, and she decided she would call him Mattyboy, which he wasn't crazy about but she thought was hysterical. Before they even realized what was happening, several hours had passed, they had become friends, and the Cold War was over.
Over the next several days, Mattboy and Suemom settled into a fairly comfortable and somewhat playful routine of sharing the house. Matt got better about cleaning up after himself, and Sue got used to having someone else in the house. Tom eventually made an appearance, and having him around helped to make things easier. They actually had a sit down dinner together, the three of them, and it was overall very pleasant. Susan had begun to be more talkative, especially after a glass of wine, and Matt had to admit that he could see other reasons why his dad had picked her for wife #3. She was sharp and funny. After a little more than a week, Matt and Susan had developed a chummy kind of connection, not really a mother son type relationship, but maybe more like a wiser, older aunt. Matt had become so comfortable, in fact that he let it slip on his way out the door one night that he was heading out on a hot date.
"Oh really," Susan chided, looking him up and down. "Are you going dressed like that?"
Matt blushed and looked down at himself, and noted that he was dressed in his usual t-shirt, wrinkly shorts and flip flops. Not willing to admit his shortcomings, he mumbled something about it being a casual party and left for the date.
Which didn't go well. He felt pretty under confident when he knocked on the door, but when his date gave his casual look a look of casual disdain, he fell behind the 8 ball and never did catch up. By the time he dropped his date off a few hours later, there was little chance of a second date, much less a goodnight kiss.
On his way home Matt became fixated on the idea that Susan had thrown him off his game with the comment about his clothes, and that it was her fault that the date had gone south. He had reached a boiling point by the time he got home, but he never got to vent it, because Susan had already gone to bed.
