(Author's Note: I think it's safe to say most of us come to
Literotica
for the sex; some stories are short and give it to us quick and dirty, others are longer and take time to build. Some are poorly written, but we read them anyway; others are very well worded and we lose ourselves in the enjoyment of them. If you've read any of my other stories, you know that I use a lot of dialogue to tell the story. After all, that is primarily how we communicate with one another. In Step is no different, except that the sex doesn't come quite as soon. So, I ask your patience in waiting for it, and hopefully, when you get there, it will be satisfying. With any luck, you will find the dialogue just as enticing.)
"You in a hurry to go home?" George asked his son as they left the movie theater.
"Yeah, I have so much to do," Mark replied, flippantly.
George glanced at his son, and then back to the road. He realized Mark had a smirk on his face so he looked again. "You're being facetious."
"Yeah, Dad, I am."
"I'm sorry, son, I—"
"Dad, I'm eighteen years old. You don't have to baby-sit me or make sure I always have things to do."
George merely nodded. Life hadn't been easy for the two in the last year since George's wife, Mark's mother, died from cancer. The issue wasn't their relationship; they got along very well. It was coping with her death. She had been the center of their small family, the glue that held them together. She had done everything for her two guys. So, not only had they struggled to learn to do things for themselves, but they also had to do without her beauty, warmth and spirit. Therefore, Mark's tongue-in-cheek remark—which accurately implied the opposite of what he actually said—was, in fact, self-imposed. The passing of the only woman in their lives left them with little desire to do anything.
So, naturally, it prompted Mark to ask: "What else do you want to do?"
"It's a beautiful day. I thought it might be nice to take a ride along the lakefront," George suggested. "We can drool over the sailboats we would like to own."
"Yeah, that'd be fun."
The fact was, since they did so little outside of the house, when one of them suggested an activity, such as the movie and now the drive, the other rarely disagreed. It was their unspoken method of filling the void for one another.
His dad had been right, Mark thought as they turned onto Lakeshore Drive, it was an incredibly day, warm, but not scorching, yet enough that the women he saw were scantily clad: short shorts and skirts, tank tops. "Good call, dad. The scenery out here is great."
George had an idea what his son was referring to. The boy had just turned eighteen and he was certain Mark's hormones had also kicked into high gear. And it was about time. Neither father nor son had had much interest in the fairer sex since their loss.
"Damn, look at those two!"
"What?" George asked, slowing the car.
Mark hadn't realized he had made the observation aloud. "Uh, uh—"
"You talking about those two women?"
"Uh, uh . . . yeah," Mark admitted. "Sorry, dad."
"Sorry? Why?"
"Uh, well, you know . . . mom and all."
"Mark," George said softly, "it's been over a year. She would want you to get on with your life."
Mark turned to his dad. "I think she'd want you to, also."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Then why don't we stop and say hello to those lovely ladies?"
"
What?
" Mark couldn't believe his ears.
With a grin, George explained, "I know that woman. Her name is Donna. She works at the same company as me. She's in accounting." He pulled into a parking space.
"She doesn't look like an accountant to me."
"Well, looks can be deceiving."
"Who's the other gorgeous creature?"
"I think she has a daughter your age. Must be her."
"Wow."
The two females saw father and son approaching. Donna came up to greet them, recognizing George instantly. The obviously younger girl took a seat on a nearby bench.
"George, hi."
"Hello, Donna," George said enthusiastically. "What are you guys doing?"
"It was such a beautiful day, we decided to come out and enjoy it."
Mark was too busy trying to unobtrusively eye up Donna to notice the coincidence. She appeared to be about the same age as his mother and was just as hot in her short shorts and tank top. Her ass was nice and round and sat atop legs that were shapely and toned, but not too muscular looking. Yet her real attraction was a set of gorgeous, bulbous breasts that bubbled up out of her low cut tank top. What an incredible woman.
". . . and this is my son, Mark," George was saying.
"Nice to meet you, Mark," Donna said.
The sound of his name brought Mark back to reality, but he was speechless to do anything except nod, smile and accept her outstretched hand.
"This is my daughter," Donna said turning to the girl on the bench. "Kendall, come say hello to George and Mark."
Kendall did as asked and Mark was as smitten by her as he was her mother. Talk about like mother, like daughter, he thought. They could have been sisters. They were built almost identically, except that Kendall was a little trimmer with slightly smaller tits. Her legs looked better than her mother's, but he thought probably only because she was wearing a short blue jean skirt. Mark loved short blue jean skirts. He greeted her warmly.
She shook hands with George and Mark with a smirk, as though she knew something they did not. She then returned to her seat on the bench, Mark noticing the expanse of thigh that was revealed. That was why he loved short blue jean skirts. It made her legs all the more impressive.
"So, you guys just out enjoying the day, also?" Donna was asking George.
"Weather's just too perfect to stay inside."
"Yeah, after this week at work, I'm glad not to be stuck indoors."
"Busy?" George questioned.
"You haven't
heard
?" Donna asked in a tone that hinted at big news.
"Heard what?"
"About Jack?"
"Jack your new boss?"
"Not any more," Donna corrected. "Rumor has it that he ran off to Paris with
Peter's
wife." Peter was the owner of their company.
"Are you
kidding
