Cole and Zoey

Cole had always had a somewhat strained relationship with his father James ever since the divorce. He knew meeting his father's fiancé Zoey was going to be uncomfortable, but he certainly was not expecting what he did see.

Zoey was a stark contrast to Cole's father. She was noticeably younger, and had a seductive body that did not escape Cole's notice. Her black dress hugged the curves of her feminine form closely, accentuating the perkiness and vitality of her sexual features. She had curly black hair that seemed wild and untamable. Her eyes were equally obsidian, and contrasted her smooth, ivory skin.

Shortly after a polite meeting, Cole asked to talk to James alone. They went into James' office.

"You can't seriously believe this woman has any genuine interest in you," Cole said bluntly to James.

"Zoey and I have a very real and meaningful connection," James explained, "I know the optics of our relationship might seem a bit off to people, but there is something truly special there."

"She is absurdly younger than you," Cole said, "What could you possibly have in common? Certainly not enough to get married."

"No one has ever understood me the way she does," James said, "Frankly, I don't have to defend my personal choices to you. You are my son. I don't tell you how to live your life and you don't tell me how to live mine."

"Fine," Cole replied, "Do whatever you want. I hope she rips you off for every penny you have old man. You deserve it anyway for how you broke Mom's heart."

"So that's what is really at the bottom of this argument," James said, "You still blame me for the divorce.

"I'm a grown man," Cole said, "I'm long over the divorce. I'm talking about now. How do you think it makes Mom feel to see you replacing her with a woman that has got to be half her age?"

"Your mother is responsible for her own feelings," James said, "It is not my fault if she can't get over me."

Feeling flabbergasted, Cole threw his arms up and walked out of the house.

A week went by without a word between Cole and James.

One evening, there was a knock at Cole's apartment door. He answered it and saw Zoey standing there. She wore a tight crimson dress. "Hello Cole," she said, "I was hoping we could talk."

"What do we have to talk about?" he asked.

"To be honest," she said, "I feel a little judged. You take one look at me and make such unfair assumptions about me. We barely said anything to each other."

"I think I know all I need to know," he said. Cole started to shut the door.

"Your father is really broken up about how you two are fighting," she said quickly.

Cole stopped the door an inch from closing. He looked at her searchingly. "He really does?" Cole asked.

"He is an absolute wreck," Zoey insisted, "He is just too proud to admit it. You and he have that in common."

Cole looked around awkwardly. "I suppose, since you came all this way you can come in for a moment," Cole said as he stepped aside to let her in.

Zoey walked inside. "May I have something to drink?" she asked.

Cole gestured towards the kitchen and told her where the glasses were. Zoey went inside and reached up to the top shelf, allowing Cole to get a glance of her shapely ass from beneath the fabric of her dress. Zoey could feel his eyes on her and smirked to herself.

She got herself a glass of water and drank it. "Thank you," she said.

"You mentioned my father is upset about our fight." he said

"Yes," she replied, "He is devastated. He was hoping this would be an opportunity to reconnect and make amends between the two of you."

"I see," Cole replied, "Perhaps I'm not interested in reconnecting with him."

"If that were true you wouldn't have come to your father's house to meet me to begin with," she said, "You also wouldn't care that he was marrying a 'gold digger,' which I am not for the record."

Cole chuckled to himself. "Yeah right," he said, "So you just have a thing for men old enough to be your own dad?"

"Appearances aren't everything," she replied, "I think your father is wonderful. Afterall, he produced such a handsome and protective son." She placed a hand on Cole's chest.

Cole raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" he asked.

"It is true," she insisted, "I find you quite charming. The way you defended your mother and stood up to your father. It was very impressive." She leaned in slightly, allowing him to glance down her dress at her plump breasts.

Cole felt himself becoming aroused but remained suspicious. "What are you trying to do?" he asked.

Zoey rolled her eyes. "Okay," she relented, "Cards on the table. I am totally after your father's money, but he doesn't want to marry me if it is going to drive you further apart from him."

"I knew it!" Cole exclaimed. Then he thought for a moment. "Wait," he said, "Why are you admitting that?"

"Simple," she said, "You hate your father. So, if you help me marry him and get his money, I'll ruin his life. You'll get the revenge you've always wanted, and I'll be rich. It's a win-win."

"I have my problems with my father," Cole admitted, "But that doesn't mean I would just play along with your plan."

"I could always sweeten the pot for you," she said, "I've noticed how you have been looking at me."

Cole blushed. "That's hardly my fault," he said, "You've been flaunting yourself since you got here."

"I know you want it," she said, "You help me, and you can have it anytime you want." Her hand reached down and rubbed the bulge in Cole's pants.

Cole attempted to protest, but she kissed his lips passionately, sucking on his tongue and her hand stroked the shaft of his rod over top of the fabric of his pants. Her other hand moved up and pulled her dress down slightly, exposing her bare breasts to him. She broke the kiss and began to run her fingers through his hair. She pushed his head towards her breast, leading to him planting kisses on them and sucking on her nipples. He licked circles around them as he sucked them.

Cole began to instinctively buck his hips, thrusting his bulge into her hand.

"I can feel how badly you want me in my hand," she said as she unbuttoned his pants. She tugged them down to his ankles along with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring forth. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it fervently, her other hand gently tugging on his sack.

Cole sucked harder on her breasts. His hands rubbed up and down her back until they reached her ass. He squeezed her ass, pulling the bottom half of her dress up slightly to get a better grasp.

Zoey could feel his manhood pulsing in between her fingers. He tugged her panties down and began to rub the tips of his fingers up and down the full length of the outer folds of her pussy. He then began to use his fingers to rub rapid concentric circles on her clitoris.

Zoey started to breath more heavily. "I think you like the idea of fucking your future step-mother," she said, "I can tell by how hard you are. You're so naughty."

Cole traced a finger from his other hand up and down in between her ass cheeks before pushing it inside of her ass. He started twisting it around in her simultaneously with two fingers inside of her pussy.

He began to pump his cock more aggressively into her hand. She enjoyed the thickness of his rod in her grip and began to long for it inside of her. Yet, she decided not to let him get the full experience. It would be better to leave him longing for more so he would cooperate with her plan.

She started to kneel down, leading to him removing his fingers from her pussy and ass. She planted kisses up and down the shaft of his cock, making it throb with each touch of her lips. She traced her tongue up his shaft and swirled it around the tip as she stroked it.

Cole felt himself losing control from the desire. He reached down and gripped her curly hair. He began to pump his cock into her mouth, making his balls slap against her chin. Her breasts bounced with each thrust as she swirled her tongue around his rod, sucking harder on it each time it went out of her mouth. Her tongue inched out and licked his balls as she squeezed his ass, pushing his cock into her tight throat. He felt his rod throb violently as he shot his salty load of cum inside of her. She gagged slightly as he released his full load.

He slowly pulled himself out of her mouth. "That was incredible," he said.

She swallowed his cum and said, "If you want more then you'll play along."

He called his father the next day and apologized for their fight. He admitted Zoey was an amazing person, and that he had no doubt his father would be blissfully happy in married life with her.