She pulled one from under the counter and held it over the pot as he poured the hot water down into the sink. Steam hissed up until the boiling water disappeared down the drain. He put the pot back on the counter and went back to the table.

You're a fucking pervert, he thought to himself. How can you want to fuck your own mother so bad? True, she was gorgeous, and adorably cute. Maybe it was because she was so small and delicate. It was hard to consider her very parental, especially when he towered over her.

It wasn't just her size. She was so guileless and docile, so easygoing and just plain friendly. Everybody liked her: His friends loved her. She wasn't much of a disciplinarian either.

He worried about her in the same way that a parent would worry about his kids. He was always afraid she'd be taken advantage of by some creep. It had happened more than once, starting with his own crummy father who'd made her pregnant at sixteen, then left.

Maybe that was part of it too. She was so young, and looked even younger. He shook his head in resignation. He should be looking out for her, not figuring how to use her body like those other men.

She'd married shortly after his Dad had gone, got pregnant, and then been widowed within a month. It was crummy that such a sweet person should have such rotten luck.

The front door banged and Paige tromped into the kitchen, throwing her bag on the floor beside the table. Jeff looked up at her in irritation.

She dropped heavily into the chair across from him and then seeing him looking at her, stuck her tongue out at him. What a brat.

"Ready for dinner?"

"Yeah, no sweat Allyson." she sighed.

"Don't call me Allyson, Paige. I've told you that before."

"Yeah, right." the brat said.

"I mean it."

Paige sighed heavily, much put upon.

Allyson put a plate of spaghetti in front of Jeff and went back for another.