Author's Notes: I find my mind filled with new stories now that I have finished dealing with the things that have been over my head for so long. I hope you enjoy the fruit of my relaxation. After this one though, I really have to get back to work on my other writing projects. Enjoy this copywrited piece of adult fiction, with the usual legal disclaimers, and please feel free to comment and vote. Enjoy.
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"Okay, without going into the whole I'm my own grandpa thing, I'll try and explain the reason for the riot in the church, officer." I used the torn cummerbund to wipe the blood off my knuckle.
"This is going to be good, I can already tell." The jaded cop said, as he tilted his cap back and took out his notepad. "So, what is who, how, and why?" He asked and hitched his belt into a comfortable position as he surveyed the destruction.
"Okay, my name is Steven Tucker. I'm 26. My wife is Susan Lloyd, now Tucker, and her daughter is Donna Lloyd. This all began when I started dating Donna the daughter. That's when I meet Susan, the mother." I started my explanation.
"Okay... hold it right there!" The cop looked at my wife and the subdued Donna and tried to assess their ages. "I thought they were sisters." He scratched his head.
"Yeah, it looks that way. But, Susan was born first. I was born eight years later. Eight years after that, Susan got pregnant by her boyfriend in high school and decided to keep her baby. She did the best she could to raise her. Donna is that baby. I started dating Donna, but ended up marrying her mother."
"Now wait a minute..." the cop sighed. "Alright, go back and start from the beginning. I need to know what's going on so I can figure who is going to be charged and for what. Somebody has to pay for this mess." He motioned to a couple of chairs. We turned them back up and made sure they could hold us before sitting down. "I have a feeling this is going to take some time, so let's get comfortable." He huffed and waited for my explanation.
I sat down, smiled at my wife, and ignored the hate filled look from my former girlfriend and now step-daughter. I thought back to how this all started and came up with the fact that I didn't like the new program the college had started a few years ago.
I was trying to get my degree in computer science. I went through all the bullshit you have to do at the beginning of the year to get all the mandatory classes out of the way. What I didn't know was there was now a thing called Middle College.
Middle college was where high school students, if their grades are high enough, could attend college and cut two years out of the whole process. Sounds great in theory, I just wished they gave us some warning.
I mean we're in college. I shouldn't have to worry about checking the age of a girl in my class to see if they're old enough so I can date them. Should I? Well, that's where it all started. We were in the same English class when we met....
I got my books and was going to class. I wanted to get everything settled so I could get to my job and not lose any more hours. Next to the door was a stone cold fox. She stood five seven, with white blonde hair in a cute pixy cut. I was transfixed by her thirty six D breasts and round perfectly shaped bubble butt.
"Hi, I'm Donna." She chirped up at me with a big smile.
"Hey, Steve...." I tried to keep my tongue off the floor and chin off my chest.
I knew I'd never have a chance with her, but I could dream. I think of myself as average. Six feet, two hundred pounds, of light brown hair hazel eyed average. I'm just another guy trying to make his mark in the world. I didn't know she was just out of high school and on the prowl for a college boyfriend. After ten minutes of inane babble, she startled me with.
"So, do you think we could be study partners?" She batted her lashes, and I was thinking with my dick. God, the things I wanted to study with her.
"Yeah, sure, that'd be great." I made a concentrated effort to look into her green eyes, instead of at her tits that were barely contained by her halter top and a bra that needed an award for above and beyond the call of duty, for keeping those beautiful orbs in place.
Before I knew it, we're an item. I never intended to become an item, but there it was. Donna was waiting for me after my classes every day. I liked having her there. She was good on the eyes and filled the ego to have her grab my hand as we walked down the halls. Hey, I knew it wasn't serious. Until one day that all changed.
"Steve, do you think we can study at my place?" Donna asked as she pressed her breasts into my arm.
"Sure, why not." I replied, thinking it might be good to be in her apartment for once. I was getting tired of footing the bill at the diner.
The next day, I picked her up from school and followed her directions. I had to look at her when she directed me into a nice suburb.
"Oh, um, I still live with my mom. She's cool, so don't worry." Donna smiled.
"Cool, helps save money I guess." I answered noncommittally.
I didn't think anything was wrong, until the door opened. There stood a true vision of the female form. She looked a few years older than Donna. She was an inch taller. Her hair was richer and a shade darker with a reddish tint. Her curves were... I could only think of Jessica Rabbit as I looked at the person at the door.
"Hey mom... this is my boyfriend Steve. I was hoping we could do some studying in my room, since my laptop is on the fritz." Donna bounced up and gave the goddess in blue-jeans a kiss.
"Sure, just remember to keep the door open. Hi Steve, I'm Susan." She smiled and stepped out of the way.
My head was spinning as I was pulled into the house. It wasn't a big house. Just a normal house, like everyone I know lives in.
It was spotless and smelled of something good. I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. There was no way the vision at the door could be Donna's mom. She looked almost the same age. Granted Donna tried to wear things that made her look older, where as Susan didn't wear make-up and hip clothes. She looked stunning in her faded jeans and almost loose top.
"What's for dinner?" Donna asked as she pulled me to the back of the house. "We'll be out once our homework is done or when it's on the table." Donna turned right into her room. She dropped her stuff and flopped on her double bed.
"That's your mom?" I asked shocked.