I woke up like any other day put on my robe and went down stairs to my boys still in their boxers not even close to ready for school arguing about the last of the milk.
My boys, both had fire red hair like myself. Liam was 19 and 6'2 on the schools football team and worked out constantly with his ripped body he had gotten a reputation for being a bit of a ladies man. While my younger son Jason was 18 and 5'10 he was my more "sensitive" kid smaller frame but still toned without working out was into his school theatre stuff.
My wife, Caroline, was making breakfast, if you can call poptarts that, and doing her best to ignore the boys. Even though Liam had just put Jason in a headlock right in front of her. I poured myself a cup of coffee and staring blankly at my boys sternly said.
"Liam, Jason I don't care what you're on about but knock it off, put on some clothes, grab your bags and get going to school or you'll be late."
In unison they both sighed
"Yes dad."
They turned and ran upstairs but I could swear I saw Jason move his hands though to try to cover up what must've been a boner. I chuckled to myself remembering what it was like to be that age full of hormones and popping stiffies at everything even wrestling with your brother. They came back down dress grabbed their backpacks and ran out the door.
Even if they were a pain in the ass sometimes they were both good kids, and growing into very handsome men, if I do say so myself. Shortly after that Caroline started for the door. I hadn't really noticed until now but somehow her suit made her look like a high class hooker. The cleavage alone was enough to get a man going but the skirt was so short I could practically see her pussy. She gave a quick peck on the cheek.
"Remember hun, I'm working late at the office with Darius so you and the boys are on your own for dinner."
"Dressed like that, Darius better keep himself in check. I know I wouldn't be able to resist you."
"Ha don't be jealous Charles, Darius and I just have a big presentation today and we have to put our best foot forward. Enjoy your day off and make sure you actually get that list of chores done too, if you get it all done maybe tonight you can help me out of this tight suit."
"I can't hardly wait, love you babe see tonight!"
With that I was alone, I had taken the day off for some much needed alone time but of course that also meant a long list of honey-dos from the wife. I looked at the list and was already tired thinking about it but threw on a pair of shorts, a tank and went out to start mowing the lawn.
Now, I'm not too bad off, a bit of a "dad bod" on my slim 6' frame but full head of hair and great arms and toned legs. Back in the day I was on my college track team and I still keep up with it when I can.
I could see a few of the housewives peeking out their windows while I mowed. The sun was beating down so hard and about ten minutes in I was sweating so much I figured may as well give the ladies what they want so off went the tank.
Just my luck the gay guys from down the street happened to be passing by that same time and started whistling and cat calling. I don't mind saying that it was kind of hot being objectified like that and I may have flexed a bit for them. Only to get a few more hoots. I don't know why women don't seem to like it, it felt great getting recognized as a stud.
After the lawn was done I went back inside, exhausted but wanting to finish these chores so I could spend the rest of the day relaxing.
