It's dinner time! (thunder)

– Dinner is ready Dave!

– Grhrunk... chrum, oingrk - even when he was waking up he sounds like pig and was drolling from his saliva - what?

– You can sit down now, I'll put the food down in a moment

Otto casually (and completely disrespectfully) wiped his cum-stained hands on the armrests of the chair, leaving visible marks as if someone had sprinkled mustard or mayonnaise on them. He stood up, leaving visible marks on the seat as well, when he came in his swimming trunks, there was such a monstrous amount of it that while he was asleep, his stinking sludge began to seep from the leg of his swimming trunks into the material of the chair. When he approached, the corrosive goo dripped onto the floor. He walked over to the table and sat down.

"I'm coming," Olivia walked towards the table, holding plates of food, shaking her hips as she couldn't wait for "Dave" to try it. She settled down and laid down in front of him

Enjoy your meal

She expected a "thank you" but didn't receive one, but she did get another accusation.

– Where's the cutlery?

– Oh my

– Silly you

– Silly me

She didn't see any problem with the way he addressed her, even though she was twice his age.

She skipped into the kitchen and her ass started shaking like jelly, and Otto, of course, watched the vibrations. Olivia is back.

Here

– And something to drink? - he said with a cheeky tone

Olivia looked at the table with her sweet but embarrassed face, then at Otto

– "God, what kind of housewife am I?" - she blamed herself - I have water, do you want it?

– I'd rather have lemonade - he knew exactly what to say

Olivia felt sticky and dirty again, and guilty for depriving him of his drink.

– I can make a new jug

– So hurry up, the food is waiting

Olivia jumped towards the kitchen again, but Otto wasn't looking at her now. He had another plan, he took her plate, stood up, spread his legs and while he held the plate with one hand, he squeezed the tight swimming trunks with the other like a tube of toothpaste, to squeeze out the yellow and white homemade paste. The worst part of it all, for Olivia of course, and the best part for Otto was that his gunk matched the sauce on this dish. At least that's what he tried to convince himself, a good attentive eye would have noticed that the second layer of sauce was much thicker, lumpier and more yellowish in color. In addition, if you looked closely you could see many twisted, stiffy, rough pubes, protruding from the "sauce", like they were standing at attention.

–"Looks good - he challenges his luck again

He could mix this dish to hide the second "cheese" but why? He'll get away with it anyway, right? He put the plate back. The dish literally got a second helping of sauce.

– I'm here - she brought two glasses - for you and me

– What about your previous lemonade? - he pointed to the pool

– Ahem... - for some reason, she just didn't want to taste this lemonade, she had this strange reflex of disgust when she thought about that glass - no need, I already have a new one

– Nonsense - he got up and went outside

– No, no need really...

But he didn't listen, he knew what he had to do. He took the glass and when he came back he noticed that Olivia was still looking at him. At that fat, stinking, short, snotty, drooling, hairy, moldy, slouching, acne-ridden, disgusting, perverted, rotten, ugly pile of meat. Total a wreck and waste of a human being, a person who should have died alone and a virgin, and not used the wonderful body of warm, sweet, nice Olivia. However, the goddess when she looked at this piece of shit wrapped in human skin did not see his imperfections at all, she was too nice and polite for that, she saw only her new stepson for whom she had to try her best to make them like each other, and all for her beloved husband. However, trying to reject the fact that her stepson was bringing her lemonade, which she very much did not want, she instinctively began to mix her dish, not looking at what was on the plate for her own doom.

– Here

– Thanks, Dave

To surprise Olivia, Otto stood behind her and slid her chair up to the table until her stomach touched the table.

– Good posture is key

– Thank you

Otto returned to his seat on the other side of the table, in front of Olivia.

– Let's enjoy our meal

– Yes - she rly tried to forget the fact the first glass of lemonade was next to her

Before the goddess could taste her dish, with Otto's mozzarella she saw a human version of a pig not eating, but consuming its slops. When he finished and it didn't take long? A mean question

– Did it taste good?

– Uh... It was... fine

What a bastard, this was the first time he had tasted a dish that wasn't some unhealthy shit and on top of that Olivia had put her whole heart into this dish and it suited her so well.

–"Ugh, and I thought I was a good cook. Everyone always praised my cooking, especially Mark" - (I'll be totally honest with you guys, I had to go back to check if I really named her husband Mark).

This poor soul preferred to blame herself than some brat who was still a complete stranger to her, but let's remember he was her stepson and she had to have the best possible relationship with him. She took a portion of food on her fork because she wanted to try what went wrong with this dish.