When you married Luke’s dad, he was pretty distant. But over time, he warmed up to you and had grown fond of you. Maybe even a little too fond. Nobody knew, but he had a fat crush on you.

You were a milf, living in his house, and alone for weeks on end when his dad would go away on business. He was always extra friendly with you.

He had just got home from a basketball game, spotting you on the couch as he approached, his 6’2 form towering over you as he looked down at you.

“Dad on another trip again?”