Andrew Smith laid on the couch watching TV as he heard the door open. The senior in high school was tired from the school week, applying to colleges while trying to keep up in 3 advanced classes were tough. He looked to see his father mope into the house, setting down his briefcase. “Hey dad” Andrew greeted him excitingly. His father sighed, “Hey buddy.” he said in a long voice, slouching himself on the couch next to Andrew. “How was work?” Andrew asked his father. “I hate it, and would rather not talk about it.” His father said not looking at him.

Andrew sighed, more of his depressed father, he hated to see him like this, ever since his parents got a divorce Andrew’s freshman year of high school his father had been severely in a slump. It had been 3 years and Andrew hated to see his father in the state he was in. “I made honor roll again,” Andrew mentioned to him. His father continued to look at the TV with his depressed stare, “Congrats buddy.” He said sounding like he didn’t care. Andrew sighed, “I’m just going to head up to bed I guess.” He said as he moped upstairs.

As Andrew laid in bed he pondered how he could help his father, the broken man didn’t seem to have a will to live. He remembered the days when his father smiled and how happy his entire family was. As Andrew drifted to sleep he brainstormed a few ideas in hopes to cheer up his father in anyway possible.

The next day after dinner Andrew made sure and got up to do all the dishes before his father got the chance, it was a small gesture, but he could tell his father appreciated it. He liked to see his father actually react to something he did, with his father in a noticeably better mood, the father and son happily watched football the rest of the night.

The next day Andrew went as far as having dinner ready for his father when he got home. Andrew had never cooked before, but once he found a recipe online it was easy. Andrew couldn’t help but to smile when he saw his father’s sad face turn to surprise when he saw dinner on the table. He gave Andrew a big hug, “Thank you son.” Andrew smiled again, he couldn’t think of the last time it felt so great to help someone, especially his father. He wanted to chase that feeling. He wanted to do more.

“Good morning dad.” Andrew smiled as his father walked downstairs, Andrew had woken up 2 hours early to cook his father a delicious breakfast before he was off to work. Andrew was becoming quite the little cook, not only had he cooked dinner for his father the past few months, but breakfast as well. “Wow! This looks delicious.” He said actually showing emotion as he sat down. Andrew gave him another warm smile and rubbed his arm as he sat down. “I hope this helps before your big meeting today!” His father smiled, “It will Ann, thank you. Do you need a ride to school?” Andrew sighed, “Oh I don’t think I’m going today, I have some errands to run.” His father nodded, not phased at all the honor student was ditching school to run errands. “Love you!” Andrew sweetly called out at his father walked out the door. Andrew wrapped a freshly brewed coffee in his hands sat down and gracefully crossed his legs at he excitingly read a tabloid.

As days past Andrew stopped finding himself at school, but rather at the mall and salon. With the help of some women he met at a coffee shop, he had completely overhauled his look to impress his father. The 17 year old nerd almost never combed his hair before but now boasted beautiful long blonde hair. “My gosh this is so cute.” He said showing his friend Lynette, who was a stay at home mom a frilly floral skirt. “That is totally you Ann, try it on!” Lynette said taking a sip of her coffee. Andrew blushed, he wondered if his father liked skirts. That’s all he seemed to think about anymore, what his father liked, it was different, but his life was so much better since he started to try and cheer him up.

2 years later, Dave Smith meandered into the house after a long day of work. He set down his briefcase and looked up to see his beautiful wife Angie standing in front of him with a glass of wine in her hand. “Welcome home baby!” Her nasally ditzy voice rang throughout the house as she pressed her perky fake breasts up against her husband and gave him a passionate kiss. Dave looked at his 17 year old son turned mid 30s wife who was wearing tight leather pants and a revealing black blouse to go with her fur white boots. Andrew now took the role of a full fledged trophy wife to Dave, who was thrilled that he once again had a stunning wife. Dave sighed, he was really proud of his son for endearing so much plastic surgery and therapy just to make his old man happy. The teenager now had brunch with soccer moms, watched soap operas, and held a part time job as a hairstylist. Angie was living her best life.

Dave noticed Angie’s makeup was done up more than usual, “Where are you going hun?” He said sitting at the dinner table while Angie brought him a plate of the dinner she made. “Ohmygosh it’s Lynette’s birthday party tonight! Us girls are going to have a night on the town.” Angie giggled while grabbing her designer purse and getting ready to leave. “You better not be leading any other guys on” Dave chuckled, half joking and half serious.

Angie walked over to her husband and sat in his lap, she wrapped her arms passionately around him and gave him a long kiss. “I would never do that to my daddy.” She giggled as she felt something hard from under her. Angie slowly and sexily undid her husbands pants. As she bobbed up and down his throbbing cock she managed a smile, as she saw how happy her loving husband was. As she swallowed the last of her husbands love juice she whispered in his ear, “Baby, I’ve been thinking, maybe we should adopt a son.” Dave smiled, “I couldn’t agree more.” Angie was giddy with excitement as she thought about being a mother, but more importantly the mother to Dave’s children.