1. The Old Block (Meet the Atkinsons)


    Date: 5/28/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: shrpsf, Rating: 25, Source: LushStories

    hostile in any situation like this, as though she was speaking on behalf of the Atkinsons’ mistrust of his character; but Marcus thought he detected the underlying purr of a seasoned seductress in her words. Returning his glance to the opposite end of the table, he noticed his son’s mother-in-law giving Mark a look that could scorch ice. His immediate reaction was to look away; it was not yet his place to be privy of whatever funky business was going on between the two. “Hm, Marcus.” He looked up at the sound of his name. It was only the second time that his daughter-in-law had addressed him and this time, it was laced with a tad more intent. The young lady was now looking at him with bemusement. “You wouldn’t mind if I called you that now, would you?” “Trust me, Lucy’s mom calls me Mr. Hobbs all the time,” Mark winked at his father. His boyish grin held no indication of any deviant relations with his mother-in-law, but the way their banter was shaping up, it definitely suggested something strange. The other Atkinson’s – three grown men and their other halves – seemed not to notice. In fact, they all paid Marcus no attention the moment he voiced his cluelessness about some young Earl who threw a ‘classy as fuck’ soiree with strippers. It irked him that they seemed to dismiss him as an outsider from the get-go, but he was really here for one thing: to reconnect with his estranged child; so to have a couple of the more important in-laws warming up to him was more than he ...
    could ask for. Slowly but surely, the table seemed to split into two different streams of conversation. The matriarch, Sharon, even switched places with her eldest before dessert was served. She seemed keen to get to know the father of the man that her daughter had chosen for marriage. Watching her shift in the seat that was next to his and directly across from his son, Marcus could not shake off this feeling in the pit of his stomach that there was something going on between this vixen and young Mark. If indeed his suspicions were true, he would have to commend his boy for playing the poker face to perfection. “So how did you find me?” Marcus finally asked the three. “Oh, it was just something that my Mark mentioned and I thought I’d look into it.” Lucy sounded eager to volunteer an answer. Little did she know, what she had said so casually had plucked a raw nerve in the older of the two men. “You were looking for… me?” Marcus asked his son. Young Mark tucked his chin in slight embarrassment. Quietly, he replied, “Actually, it was Lucy’s idea.” “Oh?” Marcus’ curiosity was piqued. Nobody gave an immediate response as hot bowls of apple crumble custard were polished off with silver spoons. Once the ritual of dessert drew to an end, Marcus felt like he might not be getting an answer after all. The rest of the Atkinson brood seemed eager to be on their merry way and with an apologetic twist of her lips, Sharon rose to hug her three sons goodbye before ushering them to the door, ...
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