Fiction. Stepmom/stepson.
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"What do you mean he dropped out?!"
Alex asked.
His wife Veronica sighed.
"He was failing a couple of classes and told me he changed his mind," she explained.
She poured herself a glass of red wine. She had just been let go from her secretary job four days ago. (because she refused to go along with her boss's sexual advances).
Veronica hadn't told anyone yet. Not her husband or even her close friends.
They sat in the living room as they ate some bread and drank some wine.
Veronica's parents were from Italy, so she cooked whenever she could. However, tonight she didn't feel like it.
Alex snuggled closer to his hot young wife.
Her soft beautiful skin, black hair, and big breasts reminded him of the porn star, Autumn Falls.
Except in Alex's opinion, Veronica was hotter.
He lowered his head and rubbed it between her breasts. She was wearing a white cardigan with a low cut red blouse tonight.
Veronica gasped as she felt some wine spill on her shirt. "Darling, look what you did!" she exclaimed. Set the glass on the nearby glass endtable. Alex pulled away. He blushed bashfully. "Sorry, sweetheart. I'll buy you another better blouse," he offered.
Veronica picked up the remote and switched the channel to House Hunters: International.
She loved binge-watching it sometimes.
"Let's have sex," Alex suggested.
Veronica turned the volume up. "I'm not in the mood. Besides, your son will be here any minute."
Not even 10 minutes later, Alex's 22-yr.-old son Clark arrived. He gave both of his parents quick hugs then they sat down to catch up.
"I know, I stopped by at the last minute. I'm sorry," Clark said, staring mostly at his dad.
Veronica gulped down more wine quickly.
Alex had wanted a romantic evening with her, but then earlier that afternoon, Clark had called her.
For a while, no one in the room spoke.
Alex tried his best to hide his anger and disappointment, but soon he criticized his son.
"After I paid for your schooling, you quit? What kind of man does that?! I didn't raise a quitter," Alex scolded venomously. Clark cringed.
Veronica glanced over at them from the next wine she was pouring into her glass.
"Darling, don't be so mean!" she blurted out.
"He did his best. Maybe college isn't for everyone."
Clark gave her a faint smile. She smiled back. Not sure if the alcohol was really affecting her or not, but she suddenly looked at Clark in a different way. Had he always had such big muscles? He looked more handsome than the last time she'd seen him. Probably a new haircut.
Alex calmed down a little, but just a little.
