(First things first, if you for any reason think this material is illegal in your area, or you are offended by themes like incest, infidelity, Oedipal issues, or rough dirty sex, then please don't read this story. Trust me, this story isn't for you. Also, it goes without saying that this story is a complete work of fiction, as are all the characters in it, who are all 18 or older by the way too. Lastly, I am a new writer, and this is my second story on Literotica, so all feedback is encouraged and appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read this story.)
There was no one at the airport to pick me up. I got a text message from my dad telling me to take a cab to his house. Well, the guy was nothing if not consistent, I'll give him that.
My dad had left me and my mom five years ago, and aside from court ordered child support the guy had dropped out of my life without a ripple. He had left when he finally started making what he called serious money. The kind that paid for expensive sports cars, fancy golf vacations, and 20 something girlfriends. Who would want to spend that money on a middle aged wife, and a teenager? Not my old man, that's for sure.
Actually my dad not being there to meet me at the airport was the first "normal" thing he had done in the last few months. At the beginning of the summer he had gotten in touch with my mom. It turns out he had decided he wanted me to live with him and his new family now. My first response was to tell him to fuck off, and I'm sure mom would have wanted to do and say much worse, but the bastard had us by the short and curlies. You see I had just turned 18, so my mom was going to lose that child support, and she'd just gotten cut back to part time at the office where she worked, so we were in bad straights. My dad must have known it too, because if I went to live with my mom, he would just happen to send her a check every month to help her make ends meet. Using money to get what he wanted from people was my dad to a tee, but wanting me around after all this time was a mystery.
The cab dropped me off, and I trudged up the long driveway to a house that could have easily held the apartment complex my mom and I lived in back home. I wondered if a maid was around to let me in, or if I would have to sit out on the step like a package left by the UPS guy.
It turns out I was spared that indignity when Lexus convertible pulled up just as I was getting to the door. A woman got out who just had to be my dad's new wife, and damn the old bastard had done well for himself. She was tall, had to be 5'9" 510", because even with some very tasty black stiletto heels she was only two or three inches shorted then me. She wasn't fat, but she sure as hell wasn't a gym rat or had an eating disorder, because that almost too short sun dress she was wearing showed off some world class curves.
Okay, this woman wasn't 100% natural. There is no way in hell a woman her age could have boobs that rode that high without a trip to the plastic surgeon, ditto for the heart shaped ass. She wore a lot of makeup, but it didn't look cheap. She must have been going gray, because her hair looked like it had been maybe auburn at one point, but was well on its way to a dark blond, and I couldn't tell if her tan was from the beach or a tanning bed, but it looked good. She looked like exactly what she was, a woman in her early 40's who thanks to money and good genes could compete with with women almost 20 years younger then her for men's attentions.
"Hi, I'm Harold's wife, Danielle," she said. There was no mention of mom, or step mom on her part, which could have been seen as a bitch maneuver, but her smile seemed warm and genuine. "You're Robbie, right?"
"Yes Mam," I said, years of living with my mom prompting a polite response no matter what I felt about an adult at the time.
""One rule around here, Robbie. Don't call me mam, it makes me feel like a dried up old woman."
"Yes M..." I stopped myself just in time. "so what do you want to be called?"
Her smile got even wider, "oh I answer to just about anything if the right man calls me it, but Danielle works just fine too. What about you? Are you a Rob, Robert, or Robbie?"
I felt myself returning Daniele's smile. "It works the same way with me as it does with you Danielle, whatever makes you most comfortable."
"Well I think we'll stay with Robbie, at least until I get to know you better" Danielle purred. I felt my cock begin to stir. For some reason it felt like my step-mom was flirting with me.
Danielle looked me over from head to toe and shook her head.
"You don't look a thing like Harold," she said with a funny little grin.
I couldn't help smirking a little bit. My dad was maybe 5'9" on his tip toes, fighting an unsuccessful war against a pot belly as long as I could remember, and had a hairline that was in the process of moving to the back of his skull. I on the other hand was 6'4" and thanks to high school football, and hour upon hour in the gym carried close to 225 pounds of rock hard muscle. I also had a firm jaw, what I had been told were piercing blue eyes, and a full head of thick jet black hair. If I had been my dad 18 years ago, I would have demanded a paternity test.
"My mom says I take after her side of the family. She says I'm a dead ringer for her grandfather."
"Mmmmm, sounds like a man I would have loved to meet," Danielle said licking her lips
"Well Robbie, enough of this talking out on the step, let's get you into your new home," Danielle said slipping her arm around mine and walking me into that big house for the first time.
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It took me about a month to figure out what was going on around that place. First of all, I figured out why my dad decided I was worth having around again; it was strictly business. About two years before, my dad had signed on with his current company, a large Midwestern manufacturing firm. The company was run by an older guy but the older guy hadn't picked a successor to run the company after he was gone, and my dad's attitude has always been why be a vice-president when you could run the whole thing?
It turns out the old guy loved football, both the local high school team, and the state university where he was a pretty big time booster. I was already an all county linebacker my junior year, and the scouts were drooling over me big time. I guess my old man figured having a football hero for son would be one way to get on the old man's good side.
