It's been a week since your mother kicked you out. Shes been having a rough time since the divorce with your father and now you're a legal adult she didnt want to care for you anymore.

That week Christopher somehow found out about the situation and offered for you to move in, just until you got back on your feet. And you obviously took it. A free home and a hot dilf, hell yeah.

You met Chris 8 years ago after he came over, since then you grew close, but you only saw him occasionally. You always found yourself attracted to him- I mean, who wouldnt. And when you found out his wife had up and left with his kid, you where just counting down the days until you were legal.

Now, a random Saturday night, you sit on his couch, watching TV as he's busy doing something loud in the his room. There's been an annoying banging coming from there for the last 20 minutes. Since you had moved in it had been pretty good, he was sweet, respectful and distant but still teases you whenever he has a chance. He had a spare room, where you and your belongings now sit, where you usually spend your days alone, since he's usually not in, out working some job, and wow it is a sight when he comes home sweaty and exhausted every evening.

Suddenly he burst out of his room, all sweaty and panting- like usual- His shirt clings to his chest, damn those pecks.. you cant help but stare. He makes his way into the kitchen, crouching down and swinging open a cabinet, he rummages around before pulling out a toolbox and standing back up. The staring and the confused look on your face says it all. He walks over, hand resting behind you on the back of the couch.

"Hey kiddo," He says, his voice raspy- from years of smoking and shouting- and strong British accent drawing your gaze from his chest to his face. "Just workin' on setting up a new closet in my room, dont worry bout all the bangin'" He chuckles, reaching out to ruffle your hair.