Time to make a choice

Scott woke up before the sun. He didn’t need to look at the clock, he knew it was 4:28, he could feel it. But he could feel a lot more than that. The warmth of the body next to him, the smoothness of Lydia’s legs, the softness of her hair, her fat, fuckable ass pushing into his dick.

Okay, settle down Scott.

He tried to shift quietly to ease his erection. He really didn’t want to wake up Lydia, 4:28 AM was not the time to start something.

Last night he had been too tired and drunk to do anything more, but he was going to do something this morning, he just wanted to let Lydia sleep. Also, he knew this room caught the morning sun, and fucking Lydia in early morning light sounded much better than doing it when he wouldn’t be able to see her.

Ugh, last night.

He thought of what Lydia told him about Martha and Angel, his dad. . . and his mom. He was a momma’s boy, and she dragged him everywhere with her, a lot of places she probably shouldn’t have taken a 7-year-old. When she died from the heart attack, his world fell apart. Then his dad re-married, and he carried on his mother’s memory by choosing to hate his dad’s new wife. When his dad left and it was just Martha and he, it was rough. He couldn’t imagine how much that must have hurt her, her husband ditching her, his kid hating her but needing her, blaming her for his mother’s **** and his father leaving simply because he was too small to handle what had really happened.

He had no right to judge her for anything. She had housed and fed him, no matter what he felt for her, and she had tried, tried hard to be a real mom to him. Even when she was getting stoned out of her mind, she always had food in the house, always made sure he was going to school. She wanted to do more, would have if Scott had let her. And then when she was **** and really struggling. . .

“Fuck.” Scott felt like a piece of shit.

Lydia stirred, and pressed harder into him, pressing her ass into his already erect penis.

“Shit.”

Scott lightly rubbed the side of Lydia’s breast with his hand.

“mmm”

No way, we can’t do this. . . can we? Scott thought to himself.

He stopped. He’d wait for her to wake up, or he’d wake her up when the sun started to rise.

Scott laid there thinking, he was already taking Lydia up on her offer of sex, he couldn’t really back out on that now. Maybe last night if he had gone home, but not when he was laying here planning out how he was going to wake her up and fuck her, fantasizing about Martha and Angel waking up to Lydia screaming his name.

He thought about Jenn. If he was going to be with Jenn, he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t commit to fucking Lydia then start a serious relationship with Jenn. Shit, if he wanted to be with Suzie he needed to not do this. Unless he wanted to take Lydia’s advice and bring Suzie into their cousins with benefits thing. It had appeal, Lydia knew what she was doing, and he knew she messed around with girls too, the thought of the two of them ganging up on Suzie until the girl was a puddle of orgasms was sweet, fucking Lydia next to a naked and pleasure drunk Suzie would be incredible.

“Shit” he said under his breath, his dick was in full raging erection mode. He needed to figure out what he wanted to do, and fast, before the morning light started. The sky was starting to turn dark blue on the horizon too, he didn’t have long.

There was no way Jenn would share him with Lydia, He couldn't picture that ever being a thing. Jenn was his best chance at a monogamous, happy marriage, the kind he dreamed about as a kid, Husband, wife, kids. He’d help her run the bike shop, her dad didn’t get rich off it, but they always had money, it would be a good life, and that ass? In motorcycle pants? Damn.

Lydia, he didn’t see much chance he and Lydia would settle down and get married, that just didn’t seem feasible. He could picture waking her up, fucking her and making her breakfast, but doing mundane things? Shopping and paying bills. . . no. Plus they were both fucked up in similar ways, that might make them attractive to each other, but lining up trauma in relationships increased the odds that you’d replicate the trauma. Scott didn’t want that for his kids. And really, as gorgeous as their kids would be, he couldn’t picture himself raising children with Lydia. He couldn’t picture one day explaining how they were cousins but not really, and yeah, Grandma is also your great aunt. . . it just seemed like too much.

Suzie would be fun, a lot of fun. And while the odds were against it working out, Scott could see himself married to her, he loved her chaotic and headstrong nature, she was tough and yet ****, incredibly hot and also super adorable, she was great. He doubted whether it could work out long-term if the first thing he did was bring her into a three-way with Lydia. It was possible, but not the best path to take if he wanted to be serious with her.

He didn’t know what he wanted. Well, that was untrue, he wanted all of them, he wanted all three of them and he wanted them forever, but that shit was for internet fantasies, it wasn’t real, that wasn’t going to happen.

Whatever he wanted, he needed to choose right now, this instant, was he going to stay here, fuck Lydia and commit to this casual sex thing, or was he going to leave now. Either way he didn’t have a ton of time before he needed to show up at the bike shop for his first day of work.

“Shit.”

“Hmm?”

Scott held still.

Lydia stretched and yawned, then felt behind her, putting her hand on Scott’s thigh. She pressed her butt into him, feeling his erection.

“Good morning sexy.” She said.