Incest/Taboo Cockolding Dad

"Andrew," taking his hand into hers, "just give me a chance to prove to you that I can be better than any girl you've been with, not counting your mother or mine apparently," Sophia uttered her plea. Not enjoying that smirk on her mother's lips when she spoke the last part.

"I can assure you, honey, you're going to love Andrew; he's so attentive," Angie flirted, licking her upper lip, noting the movement in his pants.

"Thanks," Andrew responded in a bashful tone.

"You just need more practice, but you did make my pussy very wet or wetter than it was at the time," Angie praised.

"Please, Andrew, don't toss me away," Sophia said with pleading eyes.

"How would this even work?!" Gesturing to his mother, he wasn't about to stop sleeping with her either.

"Like any other relationship," Sophia shrugged, "just because I know you fuck your mother, she's loud," seeing Gloria blush hard at that, "and my mother, and you know I fuck my dad and brother. I don't see why any of that would have to complicate things if you don't make them complicated."

"And you're fine with all of this?" Andrew asked once again, gesturing to his mother.

"Of course, I am; I wouldn't have set this up if I minded Andrew," Sophia said, seeing the light of hope for her as he started to come around. "But you better fucking wear that damn condom, you hear me?!" Watching Andrew's eyebrows raising at the tone of her voice and seeing him jump in his seat when she squeezed his cock. "The only people you fuck raw is your mother or me, you got that?"

"Wait. What?!"

"You. Are. Going. To. Fuck. Me. Raw," Sophia spoke every word clear and loud so his befuddled mind would understand. "But don't worry, Dad and Bret wear condoms; I had to kick Bret in the nuts one time because he wouldn't put it on. So, I left him on the floor, and he went without until he did. I know this is all so new to you, Andrew, and I'm not trying to overload you right now. But we need to set these rules and get our story straight before school on Monday. So... how about you come lick your girlfriend's pussy," she cooed as she scooted back on the couch. Lifting her leg onto it, spreading her legs open, and lifting up the skirt she was wearing since she planned on this to happen, she forewent underwear. Hiking up her skirt slightly, "Come, Andrew, come taste my pussy, and I'll show you what I can do with that cock," Sophia cooed as she spread her lips open.

"Did you teach him that?" Angie asked in a hushed whisper as they've been watching Sophia writhe in bliss for the past ten minutes.

"Mmmhmm, it's wonderful too," Gloria sighed in longing.

"Yes... it is," Sophia agreed with a stammer.

"Damn, I have to try that," Angie said in awe as she watched how her daughter came for the third time.

"No more, Andrew, fuck me, I need it, please, Andrew," Sophia uttered in want as she took hold of his face after twenty minutes had passed. Noticing how Andrew glanced over to his mother, who waved him on. Bringing him up to her lips and leaning backward to draw his body along hers. Reaching down, guiding him towards her entrance after his hands had fumbled to free his manhood, holding him tightly as she gasped at the feel of his cock sliding into her. Sophia was in Heaven as that hard rod thrusted in and out of her hot, wet cunt. Pushing him up, pressing him down into the cushion as she straddled his lap.

"Hold onto my ass, Andrew," Sophia purred into his ear as she rode him. "Make sure you hold on tight because once you've cum in my pussy you won't need another," she whispered low, passionately kissing him, riding him hard once she felt his hands on her ass.

"Fuck, Sophia," Andrew groaned out as her folds milked his cock.

"You like my hot pussy, don't you, Andrew?" Sophia asked in a wanton moan. Hearing her sex resounding in the air with every glide of her hips.

"Fuck yes, I do," Andrew grunted, reaching down and playing with Sophia's clitoris. Not seeing the look Angie shot Gloria, nor did Andrew see the smirk on his mother's lips as she watched him using what she had taught him.

"Yes! Oh, God, Andrew, you're going to make me...." Leaning back on his legs, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body quaked as her orgasm flared.

Andrew trembled at the look in Sophia's eyes, not out of a physical response to fear, but of knowing you might not make it out alive kind of fear as Sophia gazed at him with predatory eyes. "Well? You said you could make me cum, yet here you are cumming before me; I wonder why?" Andrew said in a teasing voice. Taking a dry swallow when that predatory light reached her lips as she smirked.

"Mom, Gloria, you don't mind if I take Andrew to his room?" Sophia asked, peering back at them.

"No, but I do thank you for the show, sweetheart. It was nice seeing that cock in action again," Angie cooed lustfully as she peered at Andrew.

"I think Andrew bit off more than he could chew," Gloria whispered, trying not to laugh as they watched Sophia lead her son off to his room.

"You sure you're okay with this arrangement?" Angie asked, looking up at her friend, who was sitting on the armrest of the chair.

"At first, no, but as I thought on it, she's right; it would bring too much attention to us if it was just Andrew and me. So in order to be with my son, I have to make the world around us believe we are just mother and son. Yet in here, within these walls, I show him that he's mine," Gloria answered with a far-off look in her eye.

"I know that look, Gloria," Angie nudged her friend.

"I can't help it, the end is approaching, and I'm happy because I know a new start is just blooming," Gloria said, smiling down at her friend.

"Well, ain't that some fancy shit," Angie proclaimed, causing Gloria to burst out in laughter.

After thirty minutes, Sophia stumbled out of Andrew's bedroom, pushing down her skirt as she went. "That doesn't count towards the two hours you owe me," Sophia called back to him. Knowing how she left him panting and drained, a smile formed on her lips at that fact before she fixed her hair as she went to tell her mother they were done.

"Well? How was it?" Angie asked, sipping on her hot tea as she and Gloria talked at her kitchen table.

"Worth the wait," Sophia said with a smile on her lips. Hearing Andrew approaching from behind. Leaning in at the moment, he moved around her and whispering into his ear what she was going to do to him on Monday.

"You wouldn't?" Andrew asked; low to this, Sophia just nodded with a devious smirk. "You so don't want me to survive high school, do you?" Watching how she bit her lip to contain her snort of laughter.

"Don't worry, I have faith you'll make it out alive... I think," Sophia flirted with a playful smile.

"We should be getting home, and you need to text your husband soon. Loved the tea, Gloria, we have to have it again," Angie spoke, yet her eyes weren't on Gloria but Andrew when she uttered those last words.

"You're welcome, Angie. You know you all are welcome here any time," Gloria said, hugging her friend.

"Let's go, dear, so, Sophia, did you get that creamy filling you wanted?" Angie's voice filled their house as she walked towards the front door.

"Mom?!" Andrew and Gloria chuckled at Sophia's gasp.

Hours passed, and Gloria helped Andrew study for his upcoming exams with a little strip show that ended with her face down on his bed, having that cock of his plowing her to her heart's content. This went on until it was time to make dinner, then the two of them headed back to Andrew's room. Where once again they played their little study game, where again, she was face down moaning to the high heavens as she came and came on her son's cock. And yes, Gloria did text her husband, if only to say one word, 'Okay.' That night, feeling Andrew's cum deep inside her womb as she snuggled up to her son as they drifted the night away in each other's arms.

Monday, lunchtime...

The crowd noise of students chattering, yammering and goofing off that filled the school's cafeteria played around him as he finished up his lunch. He was about to throw his trash away until he felt a hand under his arm, causing Andrew to lift his gaze to the left of him. Only to find Sophia standing over him with that smile on her lips.

"We have things to discuss," Sophia purred.

"Sophia..."

"Nah-uh-uh," shaking her finger side to side, "I did tell you what we were going to be doing today," Sophia said with a devilish grin on her lips. "And tomorrow at lunch, you better be sitting with your girlfriend," she spoke loud enough to draw everyone's attention. "Now come on, we don't have much time," Sophia directed, pulling Andrew out of his seat and dragging him behind her after he had quickly shouldered his bookbag.

"Sophia?!" Andrew quipped when she led him towards the girl's bathroom located a little down the hall from the exit of the cafeteria.

"Don't you worry, baby, you're going to love this, like I know you loved how my pussy tasted yesterday," Sophia said loudly as she swayed her ass. Noting how his eyes were running down her back when she was dressed in her cheerleading outfit. Seeing how they had practice after school. "Sorry, ladies, but you might want to scoot," she proclaimed as she led Andrew into the bathroom. Pushing him into a stall, a hungry smile appeared on her lips at the frightened look on his face for being in the girl's bathroom.

"Sophia?!" Andrew whispered low as she sauntered into the stall. "We shouldn't be..." His voice stilled in his throat as she lifted the front of her skirt, showing off the white thong she was wearing.

"What are you saying Andrew, don't you want the taste of my pussy on your tongue?" Sophia cooed as she pushed her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She could tell that those that were in the bathroom hadn't left when she peered through the gap of the stall's hanging partitions. Smirking to herself, that was exactly what she wanted; she knew soon it would get back to Celest, how that just made her feel all warm inside at how irked Celest was about to be. "I know for a fact you love having my pussy on your tongue; why else did you eat me out for so long yesterday if you didn't like the taste of it," she stated, lifting her right leg, planting her foot on the stall's wall, displaying her moist mound to his eyes.

"But... here?" Andrew whispered low.

"Mmmhmm, here, now hurry before lunch is over," Sophia purred, reaching out, taking hold of Andrew by his shirt and pulling him into her. "Eat me, baby," she uttered low, her voice full of need. Her heart fluttered as Andrew sank down her body. This was the first time she's ever done something like this in public; she couldn't deny how hot it made her feel at that moment.

Her fingers gripped the lip of the door above her as she rode Andrew's face. Keeping her moans low so as not to alert anyone that wasn't in the bathroom at that moment. "Oh, fuck yes, right there, Andrew!" Sophia urged him on. "Suck that clit!" she growled, pressing her hand against the back of his head, keeping him exactly where she wanted him. "Christ! I'm going to cum, Andrew! You want me to cum on that tongue, don't you?" Her body trembled as her right calf pulled Andrew deeper into her sex as her climax neared. "Fuck," Sophia wailed in a shuddering moan as her orgasmic juices surged down her canal. She wasn't about to let him leave with a hard-on; no, that would be in bad taste as his girlfriend.

While they didn't have the time for her to suck him off. They did have time for a quick hand job, which in truth, resulted in his cum splattering against the other wall and running down its surface to drip onto the floor. "Let's get you cleaned up," Sophia directed after stuffing her thong into his pocket as they left the stall. Making sure that those onlookers saw that she did so. "There, now open," she cooed as she popped open her tin of mints after cleaning her sex from his face. "I'll see you later," Sophia said in a light tone as she reentered the cafeteria after getting a quick kiss in to get her belongings that her friends were watching for her. Humming with her hands behind her as her pussy tingled from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Waving slyly to him when she peered back at Andrew before he vanished from the doorway to escape the wrath of the jocks.

"Sophia, really?" Celest's voice stilled him as he left his last exam of the day.

"So you know about her," Andrew said, seeing Celest rolling her eyes.

"The whole fucking school knows," Celest pouted. "You just don't eat out one of the hottest cheerleaders on the team in a bathroom and not think it wouldn't spread around the school. But she isn't older than me," she stated, plumping out her lower lip. "Did you do that to hurt me, Andrew?"

"What? No. Why would you think that?" Andrew asked nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "Hell, I didn't want to do it here in the first place. Don't want people thinking that Sophia is easy, you know?"

"But you didn't stop her from taking you into the bathroom," Celest stated, glancing up at him. Recounting the moans she heard coming from Sophia as one of her friends that were in the bathroom at the time took a video of the whole thing. So she knew Sophia's panties were in his pocket and also how he looked with her pussy juice marring his skin.

"If you had done that, I wouldn't have stopped you either. I'm a guy; why would I?"

"You mean that?" Celest asked in a small voice.

"Yeah, I was going to take it further with you, but you dumped me," Andrew said truthfully, seeing Celest's shoulders sagging.

"Hindsight is 20/20, huh?" Celest sighed, knowing she would never get to experience what she had heard in that video.

"So it seems," Andrew nodded. "Listen, I have to get to my club; you can text me if you want," he said offhandedly, noting how her eyes lit up at that.

"You really mean that?" Celest asked, trying to keep the hope of salvaging their friendship from her voice.

"I do."

"Okay, I'll text you later tonight, bye, Andrew," Celest said, waving to him as she headed out the side door to the student parking lot.

"Hey, Andrew, we got a request for you," his club president said the moment he entered the classroom that was used for their club activities.

"Oh? From whom?" Ignoring the glares that were directed at him, and some were from the women in their little club as well. "Yeah, she's definitely trying to get me killed before graduation," Andrew muttered to himself.

"The Captain of the cheer squad. I heard a rumor going around about you and one of their members in the bathroom doing things," the club president said with a guileful grin on his lips.

"You shouldn't... there's video?!" Andrew gasped in shock when two dozen phones appeared, pointing at him all playing the same video. "Fuck me?!" he groaned in his mind.

"I got the equipment ready to go, so you shouldn't keep your girlfriend waiting," the vice-president teased as he pointed over at the cart.

"Now I want pictures of the whole team, not just your girlfriend," the club president directed in a teasing light, smiling cruelly when Andrew groaned. "Oh, before I forget, there's a new club opening up, maybe you'll hear of it soon, but I'll let you in on the secret. The club that's starting up is 'I hate Andrew Mathews!"

"Whatever," Andrew muttered, seeing his club members nodding along. "You're just jealous that I know what she looks like naked and how good she tastes," he retorted as he pulled the cart towards the door that he would need to take their group photo.

"You damn right, we are!" Again, his co-members nodded along. "First Celest, and now Sophia! You have gone too far, Andrew!" the club president said, feigning his anger.

"Maybe instead of worrying about whom I am with, you might want to look closer to those in your orbit," Andrew smirked, seeing the club treasurer's face burning red hot while his president had a blank look on his face. "But what do I know? I'm the hated one here," he shrugged as he pulled the cart out of the room.

"Some reason you're here with that?" the coach for the cheer squad barked from across the gym floor as her girls worked out the routines.

"I got a request from the yearbook staff that someone wanted me to take the cheer squad's picture for it," Andrew stated truthfully, pushing the cart off to the side so it would be out of the way. Noting how the girls around Sophia were chatting with her.

"You let that nerd eat you out?" One of the girls chided into Sophia's ear.

"And you're going out with him, Sophia. You could do so much better?!" another intoned, thinking she was just settling for second best. When she knew, their whole team knew, about how the boys on the football team were vying for her.

"When's the last time those so-called jocks you're dating got you off with their tongues?" Sophia shot back as she watched her coach talking with Andrew by his cart.

"That..."

"It has everything to do with it," waving her friends off, "you know he had me writhing on his couch for twenty minutes, tasting my pussy until I couldn't take it any longer. Now tell me, why would I want some subpar lay that refuses to even go down on me when we all know they want their dicks sucked? Whether or not you like my choice of boyfriend is of no concern to me. You can keep those small-minded jocks that only think of getting their dicks wet in your semi-dry pussies and I'll keep my attentive boyfriend who hasn't denied me one orgasm on that tongue of his," Sophia said, never taking her eyes off of Andrew. Seeing how he was nodding when her coach told him where he could set up.

"Okay, girls, this young man here," waving to Andrew as he pushed the cart along the out-of-bounds section of the basketball court as he moved across the gym to the far end, "will be taking photos of us during our practice at such time, when he feels he has enough, we will all take a group photo," the coach spoke in a stern tone. "So, if any of you would like to pretty yourselves up, you have five minutes." That was all the incentive the girls needed before they all rushed to where their bookbags laid.

As Sophia was applying a light layer of makeup to her cheeks, her eyes couldn't stop peering over the rim of her compact's mirror as she watched how Andrew moved about. Looking over when her friend, she had made a month after joining the team when she was in her sophomore year, stepped up to her side.

"Sophia, I have to ask, what do you see in him? I'm not trying to harp on you, but... just look at him. He's not even popular?!"

"There's more to this life than who is popular, who has the best dick, or the tightest ass. While you all are chasing after those jocks that we both know won't have a problem with sleeping with whomever they want because they think they're entitled to do so. Since everyone makes them out to be something bigger than they really are. There are those like Andrew," nodding towards him, "that put loyalty before anything else. And trust me, I tried, and he shot me down, so I know if he's with me, then I know he's truly with me and not chasing some strange tail," Sophia said, replacing the lid of her lipstick once she was done.

"You must really like him since you haven't stopped staring at him," her friend teased with a coy smile.

"Wouldn't you when you know just what he can do to your little pussy?" Sophia shot back with her own smile.

"How many?!" her friend asked low. "Really? Him? Damn, who would have thought he would be so good. I'm happy for you Sophia, I hope it works out for the two of you." Turning their gaze towards their coach as she blew on her whistle, telling them that their time was up.

Sophia tried to keep her attention on the movements as they practiced. Yet, her eyes would follow Andrew around as he stopped and took shots before moving to another spot and firing off more. It wasn't lost on her that her coach, too, had dolled herself up, nor did she miss how there was a little blush in her cheeks as Andrew moved around her as his camera fired off.

"Shouldn't you be, like, shooting the girls and not me?!" the coach whispered from the side of her mouth.

"Why? The guys will be drooling over these shots," Andrew uttered, seeing how his praise was causing more heat to flood her cheeks.

"You're just saying that."

"Afraid not, you're like every guy's wet dream," Andrew teased.

"Flattery will only get you so far," she chided, yet in the back of her mind, she was elated. Then again, what woman doesn't like knowing they could still turn heads at the age of forty-six?

"Hopefully to an 'A' in PE," Andrew joked before moving off to get them set up for the group shot. Hearing the whistleblowing behind him as he attached his camera to the tripod.

"What're ya doing?" Sophia whispered into his ear once she slid her arms around him.

"Uploading the photos I took to the club's email so the club president can send them over to the yearbook team," Andrew stated factually.

"What's that?" Sophia inquired, pointing at the screen when a woman with her head cut off displayed her body rather lewdly.

"Y-you don't want to look at that," Andrew said, reaching forward to shut off his screen only to have Sophia take hold of his hand.

"Andrew, just who is that?" Sophia asked, her tone taking a hard edge to it.

"You know who it is," Andrew answered, peering out the corner of his eye.

"Andrew, during the break, you are going to take pictures like that of me," Sophia whispered heatedly into his ear. If his mother could pose like that for him, then so could she. "We'll talk about this later," she hissed before leaving him to join her team. Who took the kneeling position on the front row, pulling up her skirt just at the moment he took his shot. Thrusting it back down when Andrew peered over his camera before taking another photo explaining a few of their eyes were closed. In truth, it was because he wasn't about to send the one where the flash of his camera glinted off Sophia's moistened mound.

"Andrew?" Sophia spoke as he packed up his gear.

"Hmm?"

"Do you have a ride home?"

"No, I take the bus," Andrew said, turning to look at her.

"Don't. Let me take you home, Mom let me borrow the car today," Sophia said bashfully, feeling her cheeks heat.

"You sure?" Andrew asked to which Sophia nodded before being pulled away by her coach's voice.

"Thirty minutes," Sophia called out before rejoining her team.

"Where's your brother?" Andrew asked as he stood by Sophia's mother's car, waiting on her for the past five minutes.

"Caught a ride after his practice was over," Sophia said, unlocking her mother's car and tossing her bookbag into the backseat. "Hop in," she spoke, casting Andrew a glance as she opened the door. "So I heard something interesting; want to hear it?"

"Okay," Andrew answered, although, from the tone of her voice, he didn't think he was going to like it.

"Did you or did you not talk to your ex-girlfriend after your last exam?" Sophia asked heatedly.

"I did," Andrew admitted.

"And did you or did you not tell her she can text you?"

"I did," Andrew nodded, seeing no reason to lie.

"Why?!" Sophia screamed out.

"Listen, Celest, and I were friends long before we even started to date. While we aren't together, I do still like her as a friend," Andrew begrudgingly admitted.

"But... do you still have feelings for her?" Sophia asked, praying that he didn't.

"If you're referring to any romantic feelings I have for her, that would be no; she killed that when I saw her sucking face with that douche," Andrew said, throwing his body into the back of the seat as Sophia scrambled over the console. "Sophia?!"

"Shut up," Sophia growled before passionately kissing Andrew. Her hands fumbled with his zipper; her hand worked his cock to full hardness before rising up and sliding down Andrew's hard pole.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Andrew groaned as she rode him hard and fast.

"Making sure that bitch never enters your mind again," Sophia said, staking her claim. "You feel that hot cum filling my pussy; she's never ever let you do that. Remember that when you speak to her and know who takes care of your cock," she whispered angrily into his ear.

"You got anger issues; you know that?" Andrew spoke, panting for breath.

"Only when someone fucks with something or someone that is mine," Sophia stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Possessive too, huh?"

"When it comes to my boyfriend, you're damn right!" Sophia exclaimed, pressing her nose against his. "So you better just accept that because we're going to be together for a very long time," she said, placing a light kiss on his lips as his spent cock slid out of her cunt as she rose off his lap and slid back into the driver's seat. Only to lean back over and suck his cock clean.

"I'll text you later," Sophia said with a warm smile as they sat in Andrew's driveway. "Andrew? Aren't you supposed to say something to your girlfriend when you depart from her?" she pouted, yet that cocked eyebrow of his still remained, as did his silence. "Andrew?!"

"You switch moods in a heartbeat, you know that?"

"I do not?!" Sophia said, looking bashfully away.

"So do, so is it just me, or you do this with everyone else?" Andrew asked, sliding back into the passenger seat.

"Is that so bad that I'm so emotional when it comes to you?" Sophia asked slyly, peering over at him.

"No, didn't say that; what I don't like is being fucking used as nothing but a fuck doll so you can assert your dominance; I don't play that shit. If that's what you need, I think we should rethink this whole thing," Andrew said sternly.

"I know, I'm sorry, I just can't help it," Sophia said, her gaze dropping to her lap.

"Why? Why can't you help it?"

"Because... I've wanted you for a long time, but you were always with someone," Sophia said, feeling exposed.

"And you didn't think to say something before now?"

"I didn't want to be that other girl. I wanted us to start clean. Now I've fucked that up," Sophia said, getting a little teary.

"I didn't say that; just dial it back a bit because if I did what you did, you, your Dad, and brother would kick my ass. Can you see where I'm coming from?" Andrew asked, laying his hand on her right forearm.

"Okay, I'll work on it, but didn't you like it?" Sophia muttered low, glancing over at him.

"Not the point."

"Kind of is," Sophia said with a flirtatious smile. "Will you hold my hand?" Her cheeks heated as his hand slid into hers, exactly how she thought it would feel like as his fingers interweaved with hers. "Andrew, if I work on it, does that mean I'm still your girlfriend?"

"Haven't dated much, have you?" Andrew asked, arching an eyebrow as Sophia shook her head.

"I wanted to keep myself open in case you were single, so you would ask me out, but you never did," Sophia pouted, batting her eyes at him.

"Would have if I'd known you were interested, but every time I was at your place, you were aloof, and well, your brother can be annoying at times. So didn't feel like I was really welcomed there except for your Mom and Dad," Andrew said truthfully. He wasn't expecting the hug, yet he wasn't complaining either as her 32C breasts pressed into his chest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that," Sophia said, mentally kicking herself.

"It's okay, Sophia," Andrew whispered as he rubbed her back.

"Bye, Andrew, and this is so you'll think of me during the night," Sophia purred before kissing him and allowing him to grope her left breast after she had placed his hand there. Releasing a shuddering breath as Andrew tugged gently on her nipple before sliding out of the seat. "I'll text you later, okay?"

"Sure, bye Sophia, see you tomorrow," Andrew said, waving to her as he backed away. Turning to find his mother waiting in the doorway for him. "Hi, Mom," he greeted.

"Hi, baby," Gloria smiled like she always did before bringing her son in for a hug. Nonetheless, the moment the front door closed, her lips were wrapped around his.

Saturday, One o'clock

"Shit," Maverick cursed as he opened his underwear drawer only to find it wasn't as he had left it when Gloria's lingerie peered up at him. He didn't need to sniff it to know it had been washed. He could smell the scent of the dryer sheets. When he had arrived home, the house was empty, which he found odd; he would have thought someone would have been home when he got in. Only to have that vanish from his mind as he heard the front door opening. Stopping when he heard a strange voice that sounded familiar to him. He looked out his bedroom door just in time to catch the hints of ebony hair floating on the air before his son's room door closed. His eyes flickered towards the kitchen when he heard a noise coming from its direction, so he knew his wife was home as well.

"Maverick."

"Well, at least she used my name; that's a good sign," Maverick said to himself when he stood in the kitchen doorway. "Hello, Gloria, I got home, and no one was here, and who was that with Andrew?"

"Sorry, I thought you said two o'clock, as to whom is in our son's bedroom at this moment, that would be Sophia."

"What, really, Sophia?" Maverick stammered in shock. "I didn't know they were into each other."

"Me either, but well," Gloria said, gesturing to her son's room as she set about to make lunch for them.

"When did this happen?" Maverick asked, very curious about his son's life. He might be a cheating husband; however, he took his relationship with his son very seriously.

"Sunday after you left, they've been together, here, or at Angie's where we just were, since then," Gloria answered, keeping her back to him as she unboxed the frozen pizza. Wondering how much time she would get for slicing open his neck with a pizza cutter. "Worth it," she muttered to herself as she preheated the oven. Turning when she heard that familiar giggle.

"Gloria, since Andrew is obviously busy, can we talk?" Maverick asked, playing the caring husband.

"What's there to talk about?"

Maverick saw that anger hadn't simmered down. Moreover, he noticed that there was also a smirk in her eyes. Wondering what the hell had happened since he's been gone. "Us."

"Us? Didn't know there was an us; it's always been about you. Yet when I want something out of this damn marriage, you can't give me what I want!" Gloria shouted, playing up her act. He was dead to her. To her, Maverick was just an empty void standing in her kitchen. Their marriage was over, over a week ago. Now he was just a pawn for her to provide for her child. With the fertility drugs, she took last night, seeing how Saturday would be the start of her ovulation cycle. She was going to make sure that Andrew's swimmers reached their goal. How she was dreading tonight, yet glad that would be the last time she would ever touch the man.

"I..."

"What? Got nothing to say, huh? You wanted to talk, so let's talk. I put up with a lot of your shit, but what do I get out of all of this, huh?" Gloria asked, gesturing to their surroundings. "When's the last time you did a damn thing around here? When's the last damn time you did a dish, huh? I tell you when, never, you just set it in the sink and scurry off to some corner of the house. Am I to take your silence as that you have nothing to talk about? Good, then leave," she spoke in a deadpan voice.

"Alright, if that's what you want, but I'm sleeping in my bed," Maverick said, putting his foot down. Swallowing hard, a creepy feeling washed over him as he watched something play behind those eyes of hers as he watched a change coming over her.

"Fine, I'll be out of there in twenty."

Maverick just stood there in shock as his wife walked past him. He would have thought a week was enough time for her to calm down; it appears he was wrong. Then the thought hit him, did he want to still be married? He had to think about it, given the way his wife was behaving. It seemed to him they were teetering towards it. Stopping at his son's door when a curious noise caught his attention when he was on his way to talk his wife out of moving out of the bedroom. Cracking open the door, his eye shot wide at the sight of Sophia's naked back. Glad that neither could see him as he closed the door. He didn't want to interrupt. Smiling to himself, wondering if his son took after him.

"Gloria, don't do this," Maverick said, walking into the bedroom, seeing his wife removing garments from the closet.

"It's fine; it takes the strain of cleaning two more rooms off of me," Gloria said coldly.

"Huh?"

"Seeing how you want your bed so much, you can clean this and the bathroom all by yourself. If you give a damn about this marriage at all!" Gloria's venom-laced hiss was masked by Sophia's moan. It was near impossible to keep herself from reacting, given she knew what Andrew was doing. It was the very thing they did that early morning before his father returned. Praying that his swimmers took to their new home. It was why he and Sophia were having sex right then, so they could set their cover so Maverick wouldn't suspect a thing. Gloria noted how Maverick's eyes glanced to the door when another lustful moan of Sophia's filled her home. Keeping her revulsion hidden when she noted her soon-to-be ex-husband's growing arousal.

Sighing in his mind when his wife pushed past him, her arms loaded down with clothes. "At least I got the better bed," Maverick muttered to himself. However, that vast expanse didn't seem as inviting as it once did. He was in the middle of unpacking, ignoring how mechanical Gloria appeared to be about emptying out her drawers. Looking towards the door, then back down at the drawer that held the lingerie Gloria had left behind since she hadn't been back to the room for the past five minutes. Maverick reached over and opened the drawer that held the garments she had bought before his trip, only to find it empty. A cocky smirk formed on his lips, believing that Gloria wanted to reveal them to him at her own time. Seeing how Gloria would have fought harder for the master bedroom if she wouldn't be coming back to it. When in truth, Gloria left those behind to remind him of what he had lost. However, that lesson was lost on Maverick.

"God, that was fucking hot," Sophia cooed low into Andrew's ear. "Please, tell me, we can do this again?!"

"Does that get you off or something?" Andrew asked with a curious look.

"No," shaking her head, "being with you gets me hot; being with you while I know that man so wants to fuck me makes me feel very wicked," Sophia whispered, pointing at the door. Ignoring Andrew's cocked eyebrow, "I know the way he looks at me when no one is around or if their backs are to him," she stated, keeping her voice low. "It gets me extra hot knowing I'm in here with you, loving this cock," her arm moved beneath the sheet, her fingers wrapped around Andrew's soft member, "and that all he can ever get to do is listen as you fuck me," Sophia whispered as her lips lightly plucked at his.

"Hey."

"Yeah," Sophia spoke softly as the tips of her fingers lightly danced along his jaw.

"You doing anything tomorrow night?" Andrew asked curiously.

"No, why?"

"I thought... maybe since you're leaving on Monday, you would be interested in seeing a movie with me and dinner," Andrew said in a bashful tone, noting how Sophia's eyes quivered.

"Our first date," Sophia gasped. "I'd love to, Andrew." A seductive smile formed on her lips as she rolled on top of him. "Are you up for round two?"

"Most definitely."

Later that night...

The door to the master bedroom slowly inched open. The faint light of the lamp that sat on the nightstand beside Maverick's side of the bed played along the covers as Maverick relaxed as he flipped through the TV channels. A curious look appeared on his face as he noted the sight of his wife in the doorway. Keeping his quizzical look hidden at what she was wearing underneath that robe of hers. Although, in his mind, if this was to be their makeup sex, he would have liked if she would have worn her other one, not the drab-looking one she normally wore. Feeling his cock hardening as his wife approached. Arching an eyebrow, wondering why she didn't close the door.

"Aren't you going to..."

"This won't take long," Gloria said in that same deadpan voice he had heard all night long.

Maverick was a little taken aback when Gloria just threw her leg over him, not bothering to take off her robe so he could view her body. She was his wife; after all, he got the privilege of gazing at it. Looking at Gloria oddly when she smacked his hands away not once, not twice, the four times he tried to touch her body while she stroked him off. He tried to talk, only to have Gloria's hand shooting out and covering his mouth.

"You are nothing but a human dildo; that is all you're good for around here, so I'm going to treat you like a dildo."

Maverick just stared at his wife, wondering what had come over her. She's never spoken to him in such a degrading manner. As he laid there, since he wasn't about to stop his wife from riding him, he noted how cold, how distant her eyes were; like she wasn't even seeing him. The once warm, soothing embrace he would normally feel when they had relations was gone; now, all he felt was uncleanness as Gloria rode him hard and fast. It didn't take long for him to unleash his load into his wife with the way she was going. He really wasn't enjoying how it appeared to him that relief flooded her body like he was some kind of chore, and now it was done and out of the way. Watching in confusion when his wife slid off him and the bed and headed towards the door.

"Hey! I will not be treated like some piece of meat! The next time you need to get off, I expect to be treated like a human..." Maverick sank back down into the bed, wishing it would swallow him, when a rather creepy smile formed on his wife's lips.

"Thank you." Maverick thought that was a very strange thing to say. It was as if his wife was taking delight in the fact that she wouldn't have to do this chore ever again.

"What the fuck just happened?!" Maverick exclaimed at the closed door.

Monday the week after...

"Thank you for seeing me; Marcum speaks highly of you," Gloria said, taking the chair that the female lawyer Marcum had suggested she meet gestured to the chair that sat in front of her desk.

"He's a good man, helped us out a lot on a few cases of ours. Now, what can I do for you, Mrs. Mathews?"

"I'd like to hire you to represent me in my divorce and in the lawsuit, I intend to file against my husband's company. Marcum said you were the best to go to," Gloria said, stating her case. Noting how the woman listened as she went on about why she was divorcing her husband and suing his company.

"I'd love to represent you in your divorce; that's no problem. The problem is in filing a motion on his company not enforcing their clause, not without evidence..."

"These should be enough," Gloria said, laying two CDs in two different colored cases and Marcum's report on her desk. "Marcum said the red one has the evidence of my husband's affair, the blue one has the evidence that everyone in his company knew about it for the fifteen years it's been going on," she said, nodding at the shocked look in her lawyer's eyes.​