So tell me, why were you just fucking my son?" I jabbed accusingly. And your husband appears to be a handsome enough fellow. "I know your father to be a good man, a man of God. "Look at me when I speak to you directly." She nodded softly as her wet eyes stared into mine. Touching her chin I pulled her face up to mine. She nodded her head meekly while staring at her feet, unable to look me in the eyes. "And the wife of that nice young man that sits beside you at church?" I asked. "Sit dear." I further insisted, and sat her on the love seat across from the sofa I was sitting on. "And does your new friend need to leave so soon as well, or can she stay a while?" Matt just shrugged his shoulders as she tried to make an excuse to go, but grasping her by her arm I insisted "Please, stay for a while, I always try to become better acquainted with Matt's new friends." At this Matt was out the door, leaving the poor girl standing with me, blushing and clearly ashamed of her recent performance.
"Gotta go mom, ball practise, can't be late." He replied. As Matt opened the door I rose up and asked "Matt, must you be going so soon after just arriving home?" I inquired. Her behaviour upstairs therefore surprised me a great deal. I knew her father well, and knew him to be a strict and firm man. She was a regular at church, typically seated between her husband and her father. Seeing her standing there it came to me where I had seen her before.
Soon the happy couple were back down the steps and at the front door. I was equally surprised by how soon it stopped. I was surprised to hear how quickly the bed frame began to knock against the bedroom wall. Matt gave me a quick hello and equally quickly rushed the woman up the stairs to his room, her spike heels clicking on the floor as she rushed by me. I knew that I recognized her from somewhere but could not immediately place the face. She smiled meekly towards me when she spied me sitting in the living room, and lowered her eyes as if in shame. While she had the look of innocence about her, her attire suggested otherwise, dressed in a tight petite black leather skirt above the knees and a low cut top without a bra. Of medium height with long legs, she had a small but well-rounded tush and perky breasts I would take for a size B. She was a blonde with shoulder length hair, and she was very attractive with a slender girlish shape. Her age I would place closer to 30 than to 20, and therefore I was curious as to who she was.
I am sure that she would not mind.Ī few months ago my 20 year old step-son entered our home along with a woman whom I had never seen him with before. It is worth repeating, and so I tell it to you here on these pages. She has an interesting story to tell and I was ultimately able to pry it from her. I will tell you of how I met Angela, my new best friend.