I returned home after jogging, removed my shoes and socks, looking forward to a long shower awaiting me upstairs. I spotted Joe's truck in the driveway and wondered why he hadn't taken the opportunity to hang out with friends since Mom would be out of town for a week.
I dashed upstairs to the bathroom, stripped my jogging attire, and tossed everything in the clothes hamper. The shower felt relaxing and the exact thing I needed, easy to lose myself the heat of the shower. I shaved my legs, armpits, and pussy; the feel of smooth skin was wonderful and turned me on but barely restrained myself from self-pleasuring, not knowing where Joe was in the house. He had a habit of walking into the bathroom without knocking whether the door was closed or not, much to my and Mom's chagrin.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I cautiously looked outside the bathroom door before going to change in my bedroom. Since I had no other plans for the evening I threw on cutoff shorts and a pale blue bikini top, then looked for Joe to ask if he'd had dinner.
I heard strange moaning coming from his and Mom's bedroom, noticed the door ajar and peeked inside. My mouth dropped seeing Joe sprawled on the bed stroking his cock with a towel beneath him, eyes fixed on a poolside scene playing on TV of a curvy, large-breasted blonde around my age being fucked doggy style by a man at least ten or fifteen years older.
Seeing Joe hard naked body and erect penis - it had to be at least eight inches - and the porn scene holding his attention aroused me. I knew lusting over my own mother's boyfriend and fantasizing about sex with him were wrong, but at that point I no longer cared.
I barely composed myself and softly knocked on his door. "Joe?"
"Jesus, Lexi, you scared the socks off me! Just a minute." He rushed to turn off the porn DVD and whipped the towel around his waist. "Come in."
"Hi there. I wanted to ask something but you seemed rather...occupied."
"What do you mean 'occupied'?"
"Joe, you left the door slightly open. What were you doing...uh...messing with your dick?"
He laughed. "No law against a horny man wanting to get himself off."
"Damn, Mom's been gone less than a day!"
"Come on, missy. Enjoying sex has no expiration date, even if it means sometimes doing a solo act."
"Yeah...too much information. Anyway, I wanted to ask if you wanted to grab a bite if you didn't already have dinner. I'll check back later."
Joe patted a spot on the bed. "What's the rush? Sit."
"At least put on some pants."
"Why? I'm already covered. Come on; promise I'll keep my hands to myself and won't bite." He winked. "At least for the moment."
Was he flirting with me? I thought and sat beside him. "Okay, I could hang out for a bit."
"So any plans while Mom's away?"
"If you're indicating I lined up any dates or wild parties, the answer is no."
"What? I figured a young lady like you would have guys lined up dying for a chance since you ditched the wannabe frat boy."
"I wish. Seems most of the good ones are either taken or gay and only losers remain. I thought I finally found someone decent, but Brandon turned out to be an asshole too."
Joe patted my knee. "Good riddance to bad rubbish. Now that you're out of high school, try expanding your horizons and date men a little older."
"When did YOU become an expert?" I asked with a laugh.
"Since I've been with your mother. She and you are the best things that happened to me since my divorce. Mom also had more than her share of jerks after your dad died."
"No kidding. The guy before you was the biggest of all. I still think he only bothered with Mom thinking he'd get a slice of the assets from Dad's estate. Once he figured she wasn't giving him squat, that's when the cheating started. He wasn't exactly charming to me either. Mom said the few times they did have sex it wasn't exactly mind-blowing, which reminds me, um...how can I say this?"
"Spit it out, missy."
I cleared my throat. "I heard you and Mom fucking last night."
Joe's face flushed. "I guess we got a little carried away."
"A little?" I burst out laughing. "You guys woke me!"
"Perhaps Mom and I should tone down things a bit, huh?"
"To put it mildly. There's something else."
"What?"
"You guys kind of made me..." I paused before continuing, "uh...horny?"
He raised both eyebrows with a gleam in his eye. "Oh? How?"
"Whatever stuff you two did. You aren't embarrassed I'm telling you?"
"No, you're not exactly a little kid and Mom occasionally needs to get laid. Have to keep my woman happy."
I gave him a skeptical look. "'Occasionally.' Sure, Joe."
"You never said why you're really staying home tonight."
"As you probably noticed, guys aren't exactly beating a path to my door at the moment. You should see the scrawny pierced and tattooed bitch with blue hair Brandon was screwing behind my back. Seems her kind of girls have better luck drawing men than I do. Maybe my luck will improve if I diet and jog more often before college."
"Bullshit. You're perfect."
"Now you're only being nice."
"No, see I learned from boyhood no woman is ever satisfied with her appearance. Tall, short, skinny, fat, curvy; blonde, brunette, redhead; small or huge tits, big or little asses, whatever. I have yet to meet anyone who views herself the same way we men do."
"You men also tend to think with a different head."
"Don't get smart. It's time to stop fooling around with boys and find a real man who appreciates you."
I scoffed. "Name one who'd show a remote amount of interest."
Joe ran a hand over my leg. "For starters...me."
"Quit joking. You're a lot older than I am and already with Mom."
"I think it's time we got a little closer." He stroked my hair while nuzzling my neck. "I can't get over how beautiful you are."
"Ummm..."
"Do you ever think about me? Because I'm always thinking about you. You have to let loose once in a while, baby. Remember what I said earlier about expanding your horizons?"
"Sure, but-"
