A Visit from Dad

One knock.

Two knocks.

Three knocks.

No answer.

A bang this time around. Still no answer.

Walter was pissed. He knew for certain that the stupid son of his was in there somewhere, probably too lazy to even get up and answer the door.

"JACOB!!" he shouted, but to no avail.

"DON'T MAKE ME COME BACK THERE YOU MORON!" he shouted once again, expecting no change, but he was pleasantly surprised to see the door opening.

The man opening the door was Jason Schmidt, son of Walter Schmidt, serial gamer and a fat lazy introverted loner. His favorite pastimes? Taking naps, eating Cheetos and shit-talking internet strangers.

Jacob was more than done with his life, why waste energy and time in the real world when you can get everything delivered to you? Though, there is one thing in this world that he wants, that he knows he won't get. It's a woman’s touch, he knows it and he hates it. He considered himself a shining beacon of masculinity, though in reality, he looks more like a fat twisted alien than a human.

As Jacob opened the door expecting his weak old father, what he saw was a completely different person... a beautiful lady, with a giant smile on her face, as beautiful as the stars the lighted the night sky.

'This is weird...'

Who was this beautiful damsel and what was she doing here in front of his house. Moreover, where the fuck was his father?

...

'Wait a fucking minute,' he thought to himself. 'Did old man get himself a hot, young girlfriend? Damn, here I thought he still wasn't over mom.'

Jacob would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous. Of course, poor Jacob was jealous of his own father. He would've never thought that his own old father would get a girlfriend before he got him.

'Not to worry' he thought.

Jacob, deep inside the brain of his, was already plotting to do something about this. No way in hell would he let his father get away with this, and so he planned-to steal his father's girlfriend.

After getting over the initial shock of his father getting a girlfriend, he took a moment to clearly observe his target. His eyes first went to her boobs (only because her ass wasn't visible while watching her straightforward ). He then took a notice of the clothes she was wearing.

'Oh my, why didn't I notice this earlier,' he thought to himself.