It had been three long, wonderful months since Carla and Jeff left on their honeymoon and she simply didn't want it to end. Their courtship was fast and exciting. From meeting for the first time to the bedroom was less than a day, and the romance went equally as fast. A mere month's time passed before she had him heading down the aisle.
His money didn't hurt, of course. Becoming Mrs. Jeffrey Cunningham was a title any smart woman would want to possess, being one of the richest men in Texas. But Carla legitimately liked him too. He was clever and funny and engaging. He listened to her and didn't just focus on her looks, like so many other men did with beautiful women.
Her only complaint was one that nearly all younger women married to older men faced -- the bedroom was a snooze fest. Of course, he tried to please her. But she was in her sexual prime at 35 years old and he was nearly twice her age, so there was only so much he could do. So be it, she thought. It was worth the loss of a booming sex life to be that wealthy and have a husband she liked on her arm. Still, she sure missed some things...
As the honeymoon ended, it was time for them to return to his sprawling home in South Texas. He had the family business to run and millions of dollars to keep his thumb on. Carla was ready for some relaxing and serious shopping time. Three months in the Bahamas had done amazing things for her tan and she needed a whole new wardrobe to show it off.
The only part she wasn't especially looking forward to was meeting the staff, who she knew would not approve of her, and Jeffrey's son. The only child of Jeffrey and his deceased first wife was a 20-something college student, currently tucked away somewhere up north. But, he was planning a long weekend trip to meet his new stepmother, and Carla didn't want to be bothered.
The brat was due to arrive anytime, but she figured the housekeeper, a short, fat, scowling Latina lady, could tend to him. After all, she apparently helped raise him after his mother's death when he was a young boy. They probably would like to catch up, so Carla was off the hook.
Clad in a little red bikini, Carla grabbed a bottle of wine, a glass, a stack of magazines and her sunglasses and headed for the pool. Her body was a work of art, and she worked very hard to keep it that way. A tiny waist and plenty of curves rounded out her breasts and butt, giving her a pleasing hourglass shape. Long bottle-blonde hair fell nearly to her waist. Preferring minimal makeup with dark artificially pouty red lips for impact, she was quite a sight, laying out by the pool.
Our front, he had arrived. Zack Cunningham. He was attractive, slim but well-toned and rather heavily tattooed, for a rich kid, at least. He liked his ink. Lots of dragons and fantasy images decorated his skin. He had led a charmed life, basically getting everything he wanted and more. Zack pulled up to their million-dollar mansion, revving his car like he always did, so everyone could hear him arrive. And who was first to welcome him? His amazing, second mother. The young man got out and quickly hugged the housekeeper, then immediately started sharing all the details about his new college life, his dorm, the sports, parties, girls. He laughed and blushed good-naturedly when she pretended to scold him for worrying about the ladies too much and his GPA too little. "A 3.15, mijo? Tsk! You are smarter than that. Chico perezoso!" He laughed loudly and slung an arm around her much-shorter frame and led her inside, begging for some of her home cooking. She agreed and planted one more kiss on his cheek, then hurried in to begin preparations for a feast, worthy of "her" boy's return from another year of college.
He made his way inside, only bringing in his backpack for now, and went upstairs to his room. He took a few leisurely moments to unpack and look at all of his memories, scattered around the room. In additional to his normal college classes, Zack continued his high school sport: competitive swimming. With a grin, he quickly changed into some trunks and looked forward to diving into his father's huge pool and just float and relax. He didn't have to practice, for once. He could just chill. Once dressed, he flicked his eyes out to the window overlooking the pool and stopped dead in his tracks. Stunned by the sight, he looked down at his gorgeous stepmother, laying out in a deck chair. "No fuckin' way," he murmured.
Quickly making his way downstairs, and to the back of the house, he exited the back door to the pool area. A pair of sunglasses, grabbed off the shelf right inside the door, hid his prying green eyes from sight. Playing it cool, he made his way over to the second chair by his new stepmother and pointed to it. "Is this seat taken?"
Carla was engrossed in her magazine and barely paid him any mind. Surely Kanye wasn't really cheating on Kim! How could he?! Such a slime-ball, she thought, enjoying her gossipy magazine. With a sigh, she set her magazine down and turned slightly to look up at the owner of the male voice speaking to her. She expected to see a Junior version of her husband: a tall, lanky, slightly goofy looking man. He was wonderful mentally, but certainly not the most attractive of specimens.
But holy shit, this kid must have gotten his looks from his dead mama! The boy was tall and well built, covered with tattoos, which was one of Carla's weaknesses. Enough hair scattered here and there to make her wonder and a body that begged to be touched. Damn her luck that the kid was now related to her!
Clearing her throat, Carla smiled and turned on the charm. "Of course, darlin," she cooed, tilting her pretty face up to look at him standing next to her. "You must be Zack. I've been so excited to meet you." She was lying through her teeth.
Zack smiled down at the woman, eyeing over that magazine with a shake of his head. He didn't really keep up with that stuff, but to each their own. He nodded in acknowledgment of her reply, then plopped himself down on the opposite chair, stretching his legs out with a sigh.
His head tilted over to her, a hand going to ruffle through his hair as he nodded once, giving her a cheeky little smile to show off his dimples. "That I am! I've been excited to meet you, as well. Dad's told me a lot, and he's pretty damn happy you're part of the family, finally."
He waved a hand, pursing his lips. "But we don't have to be so formal! You already know me, I'm Zack. I chose to do things that my father didn't, and he doesn't really approve, but what can ya do, y'know? The family business doesn't interest me much. I prefer to swim and play and have a bit of fun." His tanned shoulders shrugged as he looked over the large pool, watching the water glisten in the sun.
"Uh huh," she said, barely listening. She frankly didn't give a flying fuck what he did with his time. Her mind was far from caring, in the moment. Following his gaze to the pool, she smiled a little and said, "Yes, well, what can you do, right? Gotta be happy, I always say."
With that, she stood up and said, "This water looks so nice, I think I will have myself a bit of a swim." With the sun behind her, she stood in front of him, letting her tan skin and blonde hair be illuminated from behind. She knew very well how she looked in the position and lighting and couldn't help but show off a bit.
She felt sure the dumb kid wouldn't be interested, as she was old enough to be his mother... nearly. Maybe if she started young. But still, much older. Even so, it was always fun to see if she could garner a reaction from males, despite their age.
