One evening when I got home from work I found a note on the dining room table that there would be another person joining us for dinner. This happened a few times in the past so no surprise I just set another plate. As I went to fixed dinner, I found myself thinking about my marriage and wondering when it had gone stale. John and I had only been married for four years; we had met in Atlanta we were both there for conferences, his in international law and mine in education. We seem to have a lot in common and from the moment we met and had kept in touch over the two years before we got married. At first, it was all exciting even the sex but now really after two years of marriage, he seemed to have lost interest at least in me. I knew that he still masturbated. We were now down to sleeping in separate rooms after I had tried so many times to find out what was wrong and even to suggest that we get couple counseling. John had said no to this and didn't make any comment or even seem to notice when I moved out of the master bedroom to one of the other four guest rooms. So on the surface, we look like the perfect couple but at home, behind closed doors, I am alone sitting at the dining room table working, and he is in the library with the door locked. We had gone days not speaking to each other, just left notes like the one I found when I got home.
By the time John arrived,the pot roast and side dishes were ready,and I was just about to set the table when he came in a disturbed state leaving the door open behind him. I called his name, but he walked past me and went into his library and slammed the door so hard that it echoed through the house. Walking to the front door, I saw the screen door open and second later in walked a tall, dark head man carrying a duffle bag. I stood there looking up at him taking in the long dark hair, lean but muscular body cover in jeans and a black tee shirt. It was when he turned to look at me with John's startling blue eyes that I realized this must be Aiden...his son...the extra plate at the table. I had heard from my husband about his son being a handful using words that I would never use to describe a child or anyone especially not my son if I had one. We stood there staring at each other for a few minutes and then John came busting out of the library with the same intensity that he went into it.
"Thea this is my son Aiden, and he will be staying with us for his senior year high school," John stated coldly as he walked among us never taking his eyes off Aiden who looked back at him with that same startling blue stare now even more so being made shiny by what I assumed was rage.
I stood there feeling their anger and a little afraid to speak. It was like the wrong word spoken would set the house on fire, but I didn't have to ... John did that for me. I have seen John mad to the point that his face turned red and heard him say things that if they were weapons would have least left some serious wounds. But rolled out of his mouth concerning his son was cruel beyond words. John introduced his son, Aiden to me by calling him a worthless "son-of-a-bitch" that needed the shit kicked out of him. The rest of what he said was lost on me when I noticed the way Aiden was looking at me. It didn't seem to faze him one bit what his father was saying. Looking back at him, I noticed that he didn't look like or carry himself like any of the students at the high school where I worked. There seem to be an air of maturity about him that belonged to a much older person. As John continued his verbal abuse into the living room where I asked Aiden to take a seat and if he would like anything to drink after reintroducing myself to him. I realized that I wasn't sure what I wanted him to call me and didn't think step anything would be correct somehow. At twenty-eight I felt a little strange to be stepmother to someone who was just ten years younger than me. As I continue to look at Aiden, it became apparent that in spite of the "I don't care for shit attitude" he now displayed toward his father, and I guess for my benefit... Aiden was a very handsome young man. The longer we sat there looking at each other the more aware I became of him. John was now verbally putting down Aiden's mother his first wife with such venom that I thought Aiden would stop him somehow, but he just kept sitting there looking at me with a soft smile dancing around on his lips and in his eyes. It had me wondering what he was thinking... surely not!?
Then just abruptly as he started John stopped his tirade and demanded to know when dinner was going to be ready. I decided that it was time to make an exit and left the room telling John that it would be ready shortly. Walking past Aiden, I could feel the heat radiating off him like a summoning call to the cold that I had been feeling lately in my life. I imagine Aiden reaching out for me as I walked past him leaving to endure more his father's anger, and I felt sad for me and a little worried him.
Once in the kitchen, I busied myself getting dinner on the table and trying not to think the impossible letting my shame at such a thought help me. Just as I was going to take the pot roast out of the oven, Aiden came into the kitchen and again I was struck by how handsome he was, which was quickly followed by he is young enough to be my son and he was my stepson. It took Aiden offering to help with getting dinner on the table for my brain to stop suffering from diarrhea of guilt. With his help dinner was ready when John came from his library still in a foul mood. At this point, I had no idea what Aiden had done to earn his father's wrath or why he was staying with us.
Dinner was a silent affair as was normal since John didn't like discussions of any kind going during that time. He just wanted to eat and leave the table, retreating into his precious library a place I only went when invited which hadn't happen much lately if at all. I looked up from my plate to find John's attention totally on the plate of food in front of him not looking up once as he shoved food into his mouth. Aiden and I sat there looking at him as we tried not to stare at each other. I looked down at my plate and seeing it empty not remembering tasting any of the food that I had eaten. Sitting there in mild shock for a moment, I looked up to see John leaving the table heading back to his Library. Nothing new there, it was the norm now for him to leave me at the dinner table after inhaling or picking through dinner. I wonder where it all went wrong...
"Thea, I can call you Thea right?"
Again looking at my empty plate, I turned to Aiden who was smiling softly at me with laughing eyes peeking from his black curly curtain of hair and I smiled back as I answered him.
"Yes", I whispered for no reason other than for the first time in a long while there was a conversation at dinner. We talked some more about what he wanted and needed to do tomorrow to be ready for school. The discussion was continued and broaden as we cleared the table and putting away the leftovers. Aiden even offered to help me wash the dishes, but having a dishwasher and the need to have in out of my space; I told him that I would finish the rest. By the time he left to go to his bedroom, I was frustrated, confused and about to lose my shit. As I stood at the sink washing pans attacking the task with vigor, I cursed at myself lusting after a child... no, I am not that bad I chided. Ok, a much younger man and who was still in high school and the son of my husband!! If I could have, I would have beat, my behind for being so...needy.
Before going to bed I took extra towels up to Aiden's room, passing John on the way out. He said he was going to his office for a while and not to wait up. Like I would! We haven't shared the master bedroom in months. I just nodded my head and kept moving. I heard him closed the front door and locked it as I walked up the step I saw his car light flare in the large picture window as he drove out of the driveway and into the street. By the time I reach the top of the step, I saw the tail lights of his car burning bright against the black metal of the car. I stop and watch him make the turn to go right,and I sighed feeling sad and lonely as he should have turned to the left to go to his office.
I had to walk to the other side of the house to reach Aiden's and my bedroom. John had the other side all to himself. As I approached, I notice that his bedroom door was open, and a cloud of steam was rolling out of the bathroom located across the room. Stopping in my tracks, I wasn't sure if I should continue not knowing but hoping what I would find.
Holding the towels to my chest, I again chided myself for thinking such thoughts. Straightened my back and putting on my best teacher attitude I stepped to the doorway and frozen when I caught sight of Aiden. He stepped out of the cloud of steam like a Greek god. Every muscle, the planes and curves of his body that were not covered by the towel he had hanging low on his waist were accented by the shine of the water clinging to his skin. I felt my body go into overdrive as I tried to hide how aroused I was. Crushing the towels to my chest, I muttered something about him needing towels... I think that what I said, but not sure. All I am sure of is that I needed to get fucked soon, or I was going to attack this kid.
Aiden just stood there wiping waters across his chest down his abs stopping just at the top of where he had knotted the towel right about his cock that was making an impressive tent in the towel. I know he said something, but I wasn't paying attention. My blood was roaring so loud in my ears I couldn't hear a thing if I wanted to. Then he dropped the towel. My eyes drifted down as I felt my blood pressure rise and between my thighs become hot and achy. Rubbing my them together to ease the ache only increasing the heat and the moisture gathering there. Aiden total attention seemed to be on me, from his intense blue eyes to his rock hard cock were all focused on me.
"No," I murmured so low that I am sure he didn't hear or maybe he didn't care as he walked toward me with his cock now in hand. I was rooted to that spot watching him total fascination, my mouth going from dry to wet as the space between my legs became the same. My body ran from hot to meltdown as my mind when from no to yes. Oh yes, I thought as he stroked himself for my viewing pleasure then made moves as if he was offering himself to me. I wanted to reach out and....
No...I screamed, this time, dropping the towels as I ran out of the room away from him and my desires.
I went to my bedroom slamming and locking the door behind me knowing that it wouldn't stop a thing...he was already in my head. The heat and ache between my legs was so great that I was sweating. Unable to stand on my shaking legs any longer I slid to the floor pushing down my panties as I pulled up my dress. I had to release the fire that he started in me with trembling demanding fingers I went in search of it. My fingers slid in between the swollen warm wet fold of my sex to find my clit, now with a heartbeat of its own. I felt it demand attention as some as my fingers touched it, followed by a painful tighten of my inner walls searching for something to hold onto. Crawling to my nightstand, I found my vibrator. It was the kind with the bunny ears and rotating head, I shoved it into my pussy turning it on full speed. Immediately my back arched as the rotating head hit my G-spot and the bunny ears massage my clit. I fucked myself hard and fast not caring who heard me or damage I was doing to myself as it had been so long. My orgasm roared through my body forcing me to push the vibrator into me and hold it there as my pussy muscle pushed against it. Then with a deafening roar my orgasm arrived blinding me to world around me, I became a moving mass of legs and arms as I came screaming.
When I was able to sit up, still feeling the soft echoes of the orgasm running through my body, I looked down at the mess that was me. I saw that my panties were now only good for the trash and a good portion of the skirt part of my dress was wet from my cumming. I looked around for the vibrator as I could still hear it making noise. Finding it a foot or so away from me, I crawled over and turned it off. Sticky from my release, coated with the scent of my essence,I held it to my chest as I lay back down on the floor too exhausted to do more. Inhaling and exhaling deeply in satisfaction I closed my eyes as the last thing I heard was the soft click of my bedroom door closing.