Stick to your usual grip.

He takes your hand in a bone-crushing grip and you definitely detect a look of intense disappointment at your own. "It's nice to meet you, Parker. I've heard a lot about you." He then turns and gives your mother a hug and you are shocked to see him kiss her on the mouth right in front of his wife and children, none of whom bat an eye. You are thankful that they break it up quickly, though.

"Belinda, Ethan, this is Rosalind and her son, Parker," Mrs. Anderson says. Neither of them rise to greet you, but both wave and seem friendly enough otherwise. "Parker," Mrs. Anderson continues, "Ethan will show you the ropes at your new school when you begin attending next week."

"Sure, sport," Ethan chimes in, "happy to help. I think you'll really like it there."

"Belinda, could you show Parker to his room while I take Rosalind to hers?" Mrs. Anderson asks.

"You bet, Mom," Belinda replies and she jumps up to lead you out of the room.

The two of you walk through the house to your new room. She keeps up a stream of polite conversation, but eventually you cannot help but ask, "So how do you and Ethan feel about my mom and me moving in with you?"

"Oh, it's fine with us," Belinda says. "It's a big house and more people makes it feel less lonely." You can't help but wonder if she knows that her father is having an affair with your mother.

"Here we are," Belinda says. She opens the door to your new room and shoos you in. You've barely gotten your bearings when she closes the door, pushes you against the wall, and sticks her tongue down your throat, one delicate hand reaching down and fumbling around your crotch. You yelp, but she effectively silences you with her mouth.

"Come on," she says, "take your cock out. I want to see it."