Part One: The Father

“Why do I have to come to this thing?” I asked.

I had other things to do rather than come to this school meeting and talk about my son.

“Well, because you are Liam’s father, that’s why!” Scarlett said as she applied her lip gloss.

“Yeah, Dad!” Teresa said from the back seat, ever on her mother’s side.

My son Liam was doing terrible in school at the age of seventeen, but he was the best defensive lineman the school had seen in a decade.

“He is doing good on the field, so why does he need good grades?” I stared at my wife as I drove the SUV to the school.

“Good grades mean good colleges,” Teresa sighed. “Unless you want Liam playing for some no-name college that scouts don’t go to! Duh!”

Scarlett laughed.

I looked at Liam, my huge son. He towered over me and never listened to a word I said, just like his sister.

He was as dumb as a rock, as some people would say; right now, he had his earbuds in his ears and was listening to rap music. I hated that my son and daughter listened to that crap. Even Scarlett listened to it, even though she listened to the older stuff.

One day, I got in the SUV and turned it on, and Tupac was blasting. We lived in the country in Nebraska. They should be listening to good country music.

“Thanks Dad,” Teresa took off.

“Why is she excited? She doesn’t even go here anymore,” I said as I had barely put the vehicle in park.

“Old friends,” Scarlett shrugged as she straightened herself out.

“I don’t see why you got all gussied up, it’s just parent night,” I fussed as I looked at my wife.

“Oh, would you stop whining!” Scarlett said as she looked at her bright red hair in the side mirror.

We walked into the high school. As I walked the halls, memories of my high school years flooded back to me. It was nothing like this school, but there were some similarities.

I wasn’t happy with what most of the teachers said about my son. It wasn’t good to hear that Liam wasn’t participating or sometimes didn’t attend some classes. I would have to have a stern talk with him when I got home.

“Jack Roberts!” a large black lady yelled.

My wife had gone to see about after-school classes and a tutor for Liam. Liam and Teresa were off doing something, so I was on my own.

“Rachelle Green?” I asked.

“Yup, in the flesh,” the lady said as she waved at some parents leaving what I presumed was her class.

“Come in,” Rachelle said.

I hadn’t seen this woman since my senior year.

“Wow, you haven’t changed a lot,” Rachelle stated as she looked at me.

I was about to say the same, but Rachelle had changed very much. She used to be one of the cheerleaders, with a great body, long black hair, and a beautiful smile.

The smile was all that was left. Her hair was shorter, and she had gained twice as much.

“Yeah, stress, divorce and well, this place,” Rachelle said as she knew she didn’t look like her former glory.

On the other hand, I tried to maintain my regular figure, working with my hands every day and on my feet until I came home.

“So, what brings you here?” Rachelle asked. “Or who?”

“Liam,” I sat down.

“Liam is your son?” Rachelle shook her head.

“You teach him?” I asked.

“Not directly,” Rachelle said. “But I have heard enough.”

She also told me he was a bully to some kids and disrespectful to the teachers, something I didn’t tolerate.

Then we talked about old times and hung out with friends. It was hard to believe that the big woman before me was the same teenager I used to fantasize about. I always wanted to get with her and heard she was a good kisser.

By the time we graduated, I had gone one way, and she had gone another.

“I had a huge crush on you,” I admitted.

“Really, thought you liked the Ashley Eamor,” Rachelle smiled.

“Nah, everybody wanted her,” I smiled.

“Ah, well you should have said something,” Rachelle stood and walked around the table. “We could have had fun before we went off to college.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, remember Roger’s party after we graduated?”

How could I forget? I had just turned eighteen a few weeks before, and Rachelle was also eighteen. We were partying and playing in the pool, getting into all sorts of trouble, as young teens did back then.

“I wanted you to be my first, even made a few attempts,” Rachelle said.

“I remember,” I smiled.

Even then, she was blessed up top, and I remember her flashing us and then flirting with me, but I was young and naïve back then.

“They are much bigger now,” Rachelle said as she squeezed her massive tits.

“Rachelle,” I said as I looked at the door.

“No one is due to come by most are probably gone, by now,” Rachelle said.

“I am married,” I said as I stood up as Rachelle took one boob out.

It was huge, dark, with a darker nipple.

My cock throbbed as she took the other out and sucked on the dark nipple.

“So am I,” she winked as she turned around and lifted her skirt around her waist. “For old times,” she said as she looked back at me.

“Yeah,” I said as I dropped my pants. “For old times.”

I pushed into her. “Fuck!” I yelled as I grabbed her thick waist.

Scarlett was like me. She was in shape and still had her college cheerleader body, even after two kids.

Rachelle was thick, big, and fat; her huge ass slammed against me as I fucked her. Rachelle slammed back onto me as I fucked her.

There was a loud smacking sound that filled the class. “Fuck yes!” I grunted.

I hadn’t had sex in almost five months. There was always an excuse with Scarlett, and the truth was she always wanted more from me than I could give her. So, there were times I avoided sex with her. It was too much like work.

“Fuck me!” Rachelle said, slamming her enormous ass back onto me.

I was holding onto her thick waist for dear life as she was fucking me more than I was fucking her.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I came inside her.

Rachelle stopped moving, and I slapped her huge ass one more time as I started to pull my pants up.

“Like father, like son, it seems,” Rachelle mumbled.

“What does that mean?” I said.

“What?” Rachelle asked.

“There you are!” Scarlett said as she entered the room, as Rachelle sat behind the table. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I was just catching up with an old friend,” I smiled.

“Let’s go,” Scarlett said.

We were driving home, and Scarlett had a smile on her face. Teresa was also smiling. Liam and I were arguing.

I didn’t like that my son was a quitter and that he lacked focus and effort, which is something that I have always had.