"Dillon," Rochelle called from the kitchen. "Dinner!"
He mashed a few more buttons on his controller before dumping it on his bead and heading downstairs.
"Spag bol," he smiled and sat down.
"I know, pretty lame right?" Rochelle said and sat down opposite. "I just haven't got the time anymore."
"Where's dad?" Dillon asked.
"Working late again," she replied quietly. Dillon could see she was upset.
"What's going on with you two?" He asked.
Rochelle shook her head and a tear rolled down one soft cheek. "I don't know, he's working all these hours. Or at least he says he is. We barely see each other anymore. I don't know what to do!"
Dillon didn't really know what to say, and so instead stabbed his fork into his food aimlessly.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be dumping all my problems on you," she let out a nervous laugh.
"It's okay," I sighed. "I know my dad can be a real asshole sometimes, I've known for a while now."
"He's not an asshole," she said.
"Don't try and sugar-coat it mum, he is!"
She went silent and stared at her food. She had barely eaten anything and just prodded it around with her fork. Another tear slipped down the other cheek which she wiped away with the back of her hand.
"You've always been nice to me Dillan," she said.
"Of course, you are my dad's wife. Since my real mum walked out you're all I've really known," he said and gripped her hand in his. "I know dad is an asshole. It's why she left in the first place. If you wanted to leave, I would understand."
"I don't think Megan would be too happy if I did leave," she smiled.
The blood suddenly rushed out of his face and he snatched his hand quickly away from her. Had she told her like she said she would? Surely she was just joking.
As if reading his mind Rochelle spread her lips into a wide grin. "She told me Dillon!"
"Fuck!" He grunted and stood up.
"Don't go," she clutched his arm. "It's okay, I'm not angry. I kind of expected it to be honest."
"I told her not to say a word and she fucking did," he pulled free of her grip and headed for the stairs.
"I'm not mad," she stood up and followed him down the hallway. "Just stop Dillon!"
He stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs. His knuckles went white as be gripped the hand rail.
"Look, I have to confess something," she said quietly. "Look at me, please."
He did as she asked and turned on the spot to face her, not expecting to see what he saw in front of him. His mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. Rochelle smirked as she saw the reaction her bare chest gave him.
"What are you doing?" Dillon asked and backed away from her.
She gripped her own left breast in her hand and squeezed as she walked forwards backing him straight into the living room.
"I told Megan what we did was wrong."
"And yet you did it any way," she purred and licked her lips.
"Yea, but it was wrong and so is this Rochelle."
"Oh," she grinned. "I'm Rochelle now am I, not mommy?"
Dillon shook his head. What the hell had gotten into this family?
"Dillon," she purred and ran a hand through her long blonde hair. "I'm only young. Far to young to be your real mother."
"You're with my dad," he said, but couldn't help looking her up and down. Her body was luscious. Her skin was tanned and smooth. Her tits were firm and round with pert, hard nipples poking out from them. She had curved hips that flexed as she stepped forwards on long, toned legs. She wore nothing but a little red thong that barely covered her.
"I know," she grinned spreading her red lips into a smile. "Does it matter? He's not around anyway, and I've been starved."
"Starved?"
"Yes Dillon, starved. I'm young, fresh and barely used. I need it Dillon," she hooked one finger under the fabric of her thong and pulled outwards. "And from what my daughter told me, you are a huge monster of a man."
"We can't do this," he said.
Rochelle stepped close to him. He could feel her sweet breath on his neck as she leant in. "Don't worry," she whispered. "I won't tell if you won't."
She planted her lips on his neck and sucked, just for a second, then with the skill of a professional unhooked his shorts allowing them to drop to the floor.
"No," Dillon said, but made no move to stop her.
Before he could protest again she was on her knees smiling up at him. "Someone is hard for mommy."
"I can't believe this is happening."
"Im not going to lie, I have wanted this for a while Dillon, ever since I heard about Harley," she grinned.
"Is there nothing like secrets between you girls?"
Rochelle shook her head. "Megan said she basically couldn't walk after, and I see why."
"Did megan tell you everything about us as well?"
"She did," Rochelle giggled. "I know everything, and I've been waiting for a chance to do this."
She wrapped her hand around Dillons cock, gripping it tight. Dillon grunted in shock. She shifted her fist down the full length of him pulling the foreskin all the way back.
"Wow," her eyes widened. "She said you were big, but not this big."
"Yea, everyone says I'm big," Dillon smirked this time. He had given up arguing with her. It had gone too far now anyway, she already had her hand around his cock.
She liked the tip of his cock sending a shudder up his spine. "Mmmm, tasty."
"Your making me harder," he said as his cock felt like it was going to explode.
"Oh am I," she suddenly slid Dillon right to the back of her throat in one quick motion then released him with a gasp. "Getting even harder?"
