Innocence Stolen

1.5

I keep forgetting to mention Theodore's mother's name. Her name will be Rose.

Priya went to Theodore's house twice a week to keep his mother company. She learned a lot about her childhood and her livelihood. Theodore's father died when he was five, so his mother raised him. However, when Theodore was sixteen, his mother was diagnosed with liver cancer and has been deteriorating ever since. Thank God she was alive for this long. Ultimately, the pair lived a life of real struggles. They were even homeless for a few months. However, they endured. Theodore cared for his mother and never forgot the things his mother did and sacrificed for him.

Theodore came entered the home a little later. In his hands were bags of groceries brimming with fruits and vegetables.

"Priya, would you like to stay for dinner? I'm making my mother's speciality spicy vodka pasta." Theodore asked, unloading the groceries. Priya couldn't deny free food, especially if it was Italian.

"Oh Priya, do stay for dinner!" Rose shouted from the living room. "We haven't had company in five years."

"Alright, at least I help." She said, after sending a quick text to her parents. She would deal with her mother's wrath later, but for now, she wanted to help this family. 

She went into the kitchen and helped Theodore cook the dish.

"You can dice the onions and garlic." He said, giving her a knife.

"Sure," she said, getting to work. In the corner of His eyes, she watched Theodore move in the kitchen like a pro.

"Theodore, I never knew you were such a cook."

"I've been practicing my mother's dishes for a while. I need someone besides my mother to tell me how it tastes." He said, dumping the dry pasta into the boiling water.

For some reason, Priya found it super hot when a man knew how to cook. She didn't know why, but a man like Theodore cooking spicy vodka pasta turned her on. She watched as his muscles flexed while he crushed the tomatoes and how he put all his attention on the sauce. She lost focus on her own task.

"Oww!" She sharply whispered. She was staring at Theodore's muscles instead of cutting the onions and accidentally nicked herself with the sharp knife.

Theodore turned around after hearing her cry of pain. His love was in pain. He couldn't live with the fact that she was hurt, he was her sole protector.

"Let me see," he said, grabbing her hand. Priya noticed how he examined the cut with so much intent. She also got the chance to examine his face more clearly. It was clear that he was an older man because of faint wrinkles but his eyes, were his most striking appearance. Those icy blue eyes could penetrate through anything. It was obvious that in his younger days, he was handsome.

"Thank God it's not that deep. A band-aid should be fine, but next time,  be careful." He said, getting a band-aid from the first aid kit.

"Okay, daddy." Priya said, jokingly. At that moment, flashes of her naked body came to Theodore's mind. He was getting insanely hard and standing inches from her wasn't helping. In all honesty, he wanted her to call him daddy all the time. He inwardly groaned at the idea of her moaning Daddy while fucking her into oblivion. His erection was getting worse, if he stayed there, Priya would notice it. He quickly put the band-aid and went to the other side of the kitchen. Never in his life did he get an erection this painful.

Priya laughed at a flustered reaction, he was innocent. She suddenly felt bad for saying something vulgar to a man of his age and character. He was like a teddy bear, and it felt like she borderline insulted him.

"Thanks for the band-aid, the onions are done." She said, walking up to him with the bowl of chopped onions and garlic.

Theodore brushed away his thoughts and focused on finishing this dinner. He took the onions and garlic and dumped them into the sauce.

The atmosphere was awkward and tense and Priya regretted ever saying that. However, she didn't think too much of it. The two finished making dinner and brought the meal to the dining table.

"Mother, the pasta is done." He said, spooning out a serving for Rose.
"Alright son, I'm coming." She said. Priya pulled a chair out to seat. Rose gave an endearing smile and took a seat.

The three enjoyed the pasta while talking about plans. To Theodore, this seemed like a happy moment. The love of his life sitting at the dinner table enjoying a meal they cooked together with his mother. However, to Priya, she was simply enjoying a meal cooked by her kind employer.

Later that night, Theodore stood in the shower, the cold water cascading down his lean aged body. He was still hard from the evening and the only way to fix it was by pleasuring himself. In all his life, he never pleasured himself. It was repulsive and sinful, but he needed a way to relieve himself.

His hand slowly drifted to his cock. As he began to rub himself, he imagined it was Priya getting down on her knees. Her cherry lips wrapped around his large cock, and sucked on him like there was no tomorrow. As she moved her head back and forth, sucking off his large dick, her hands worked at the base.

"Daddy, your so big." She moaned. This was the breaking point for Theodore, he grabbed her head and fucked her mouth like it was a toy.

"You like that, slut?" He groaned, fucking her mouth.
In a matter of seconds, he came into her mouth. In reality, his hand was filled with his cum.

Disgusted with himself, he washes his hands. He was better than this. For fifty years, he was able to control his desires. But, this girl, Priya, made him weak. After he finished his shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was not the same man he used to be. It's her fault.