We got married and I moved out of my apartment and into the house they’d shared. Asher showed no resentment in his mother taking a new husband, but ...e didn’t accept me as his new dad. He wasn’t hostile but didn’t call me Dad. He continued to call me Mr. Mathews.So here I was, thirty-seven and with a new wife and a teen-aged son.He was a nice-looking, scrawny teenager and no trouble to his mom. Like all teens, he was attached to his cell phone, spent hours in his room playing video games and. We exchanged few mails and she said if its ok with me she want to meet me and i agreed and we exchange photos ( she only send first cz for security reason i wanna be sure she is real women not any guy try to spam or any other to find me ) privacy is more important. she send me pic of her and i send mine and we plan to met at AFC in cbe.Then we had some food and talked little and she asked about fun part and she said her husband left to Egypt for work and he never return for last one year and. We weren’t friends but we had been classmates at least once every semester so far. She wasn’t in any of my heavy math or science as she only took AP English but I had somehow got her in all of my elective and bullshit slots: world history, drama, art, P.E., career and life management. That and she had taken the same after school driver’s ed class as I had. She wasn’t a generic cheerleader. Definitely not the Hollywood stereotype anyways, even if she looked it. She was blonde, though it was. ”I did as she said to do and got comfortable on the bed. She was still dressed and played with my cock with her feet. She was very skilled and moved her feet up and down over my cock. My bulbous head was throbbing. She wiped her foot off the head of my cock that was leaking with my pre-cum.“You’re so sexy. Fuck! I have to fuck you.”“I’d like that. I really like anal sex. Do you like that?”“You’re kidding? I love anal sex.”“Good. It’s really the only way I can have sex.”She took off her.