Family Dinner

One definite advantage to coming home was his mom's cooking. Joey had no kitchen in his dorm building and the cafeteria served the most bland food ever.

Joey walked into the kitchen around dinner time to see his mom cooking while drinking some wine and talking to her friend Cassidy, who she'd invited over along with her daughter, Isabelle. His mom and Cassidy thought they were being sneaky trying to set Joey up with Isabelle, but they couldn't have been more obvious. Not that he minded. Isabelle was a gorgeous brunette who played volleyball at her university. And it showed... she had an ass to kill for. It made up for her almost non-existent tits and she got tons of attention. And you'd known her for forever.

But the source was what really captivated Joey. Cassidy did yoga enough that her butt was equal to her daughter's, but somehow all that yoga did nothing to her colossal mammaries. Luckily, neither his mom nor Cassidy seemed to notice his gaze. Suddenly, he felt something hit him in the back. He turned around, looking on the ground behind him to find a baby carrot. His gaze inched upwards towards the source: Isabelle. While Cassidy hardly ever noticed him staring at her, Isabelle always noticed him watching her mom and today was no exception. She walked into the kitchen, rolling her eyes at him and making a slight face. If he didn't know better from being around her all the time, he'd swear that was jealousy.

"Still the same old Joey, huh?" Isabelle said sarcastically. Joey just stuck his tongue out at her. Juvenile sure, but they'd known each other since they were kids.

Both moms looked up, just now noticing he was in the room.

"Hi, honey! I didn't see you coming in. Are you hungry?" His mom said, her thoughts running into each other a little bit. Probably not the first glass of wine of the night.

"Of course, I always am for your cooking!" Joey replied enthusiastically.

"Hello, Joey. How's school going? Enjoying the freedom from this tyrant who makes you clean your room and do chores?" Cassidy teased, giving Joey's mom a playful poke in the side.

Joey picked up on the playfulness and replied, "I don't know. I will never forget the horror of cleaning my own toilet at the dorms. But school is going pretty good, though it's weird not knowing anyone else. Most people knew at least a few people from their old school."

"I can't believe you two ended up at different schools. You've been together forever. " Cassidy remarked. She could not have been less subtle about trying to push him and Isabelle together.

"Well I'm not the one who decided to go out of state for school." Isabelle rebuked. She always acted this way after catching him looking at her mom. Which he did get, but was still annoying.

"Oh don't be that way, honey. You can always see him on breaks." Cassidy lightly snapped, misreading the situation.

Isabelle crossed her arms and glowered at Joey. She hated when her mom implied she was just a lovesick maiden.

Joey's mom, ever the hero, stepped in to defuse the situation. "Go wash up for dinner. It's almost ready."

Joey went upstairs to wash his hands, then realized he could sneak the fleshlight down in his pocket and have some fun at the dinner table. He ran into his room and grabbed the fleshlight and same erasable marker he'd used to write Sylvia's name on it. But he quickly realized something important: no way he could write a name on it in a dining room full of people. He had to choose someone's name to write on it now.