It Never Hurts to Help

"Tina!" Alex said in a frantic voice, his face drained of colour, "It's not what it looks like!"

"And what, husband of mine," Tina responded, raising one eyebrow, "is it supposed to look like?"

Shaking her head at her husband's outburst, Tina put her purse on an empty space of the kitchen counter and handed her coat to Jeffery. Sure, Jeffery had been putting his body on display for Alex when Tina entered, giving a show of his cleavage, shaking his behind at Tina's husband, but that was nothing new. It wasn't as if Jeffery had just moved in, he'd been living with Tina and Alex for years! Tina was more than familiar with Jeffery's hijinx, his fun ways of keeping his interactions with the family upbeat. Modelling outfits, dancing, and showing off his body were all commonplace around the Alexander home, things that Tina had grown to love about Jeffery. If Alex was going to start taking issue with it, Tina would have to have words with her husband.

"Welcome home, Tina," Jeffery said, hanging up Tina's coat on a hook by the back door, "Did you have fun at your appointment?"

Tina thought about her massage appointment. It had been glorious. All the kinks, all the knots from the years of being a mother of two were slowly being worked out. Even thought Jeffery had taken the lion's share of her responsibilities around the house, being a middle-aged woman, having worked for so long to raise two children, took its toll on a body. Her back had a chronic ache, her breasts had sagged, and her feet were sore. If she kept up with her massage therapy, though, Tina knew she could reclaim some of her lost youth.

Tina put her hand on the counter to steady herself as a moment of dizziness washed over her, only for a brief second, then watched as Jeffery practically skipped over back to his work, slipping an apron on over his red-and-white polka-dot dress, busily making that evening's dinner. How she admired Jeffery. He was so cool, so in control of his body, his life, his sexuality. Tina hoped that one day she would be able to be more like Jeffery.

"Tina?" Alex, Jeffery's husband said, a look of utter shock on his face, "What happened to you?!"

"Do you mean my hair, Mister Alexander?" Tina cooed, "Do you like it? I just got it done this morning."

Tina gave a spin, enjoying the cool breeze beneath her plaid pleated skirt, the bounce of her perky breasts, and flicked her long pink hair over her shoulders. Not that she would ever admit it to her friends, but Tina totally had Mister Alexander in mind when she made style decisions. His opinion of her, how she looked, how she acted, was like, so important to her!

When Jeffery had suggested that she move in with the couple, there was no way that she would have expected to develop such deep infatuation for the older man. After all, Tina had only ever been with boys her age, and Mister Alexander was old! Like, dad old! Then, once she had moved into the small bedroom next to the couple's, Tina discovered that he wasn't just old, he was sexy too!

How many nights had Tina gone to sleep with her hand in her panties thinking of the older man in the next room? How many times had she snuck a cucumber out of the fridge when Jeffery wasn't looking, hoping that she could alleviate her sexual angst and fulfilment?

It wasn't just that she wanted him, either. It was that Tina knew that he was way out of her league. Sure, Tina was beautiful, but she knew she was no catch. Still in high school at nineteen, Tina was hoping to graduate that year, but she still held the shame of being held back. She'd tried everything to get a passing grade the year earlier, from studying harder (although it was too little, too late by the time she started) to even offering her body to her teachers. Not one teacher had taken her up on the offer, though.

Tina's parents had shown her the door once they found out, the shame of a failure too much for them to have around their house. It had been a dark time for the young woman, **** for someone to love her, **** for anything positive in her life. She spent a few weeks that summer sleeping on couches of now graduated schoolmates, having to administer handjobs to the boys, being ridiculed by the girls.

Then Jeffery found her. She had been crying under a tree in the park when Jeffery jogged by. His breasts, barely contained in his sports bra, were amazing, momentarily shaking Tina from her sobbing. They had hit it off. Jeffery was kind, generous, and understanding. He had immediately offered that Tina move in and become part of the family. And part of the family Tina had become! Even more than her original family! Life with the Alexanders was perfect!

"Jeffery," Tina said, eyeing the bulge in Mister Alexander's pants, "Do you mind if I take Mister Alexander upstairs and help him with his penis? I think he's, like, stiff."

"Oh, thank-you, Tina," Jeffery said over his shoulder, "You're such a darling. I won't be able to help out until after dinner. If it's not too much trouble?"

"Oh, it's no trouble at all!" Tina gushed, rushing up to Mister Alexander to give him a peck on the lips, her left hand slipping down and massaging the front of his pants, "After all you've done for me, I'm just grateful for a chance to help out around the house!"