I wanted to date Stacy, but she kept inviting her mom too.
Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
When you grow up in a small town in the South, it's not like growing up anywhere else. The South tends to be conservative anyway, and small towns take conservatism to the extreme. Most of the people in small, southern towns go to church on Sunday morning if not Sunday night and Wednesday night too. Most of the people in small, southern towns have a strict moral code and are quick to judge anyone who doesn't uphold that moral code.
That always seemed to be hypocritical to me. When I was a kid, we went to Church three times a week, and what I heard the preacher say was you shouldn't judge other people. That seemed like a good way to live, to me anyway, but even after church, I'd hear the preacher's wife talking to the other women about something some other woman did that they thought was scandalous.
Usually, that something wasn't really all that bad. It would be something like Mary Hastings wearing a dress that was what they considered too short for a woman of fifty. Sometimes it was worse, like when Julie Adams let herself get pregnant by Billy Joe Thompson and they had to get married instead of going to junior college that fall, but usually, it was just how some woman dressed or how she acted that set their tongues to wagging.
Unlike most of the guys in my class, I didn't get a job as soon as I graduated and settle down to a life with a wife and kids. Mom and Dad wanted me to make something of myself besides working construction or working in a factory for the next fifty years so I'd planned on going to college, but when I saw how much it was going to cost, I was pretty shocked.
The only way I could see to make it through college was to find a job where I could work full time but still have time for classes and to study. Mom and Dad said they'd help, but I was pretty sure they couldn't really afford to. Mom didn't work and while Dad's wages let us live comfortably, we weren't rolling in cash. They'd have borrowed the money and would still be paying the bank back after I graduated.
The job I found was working as a janitor for a contractor that cleaned office buildings after hours. It didn't pay much more than minimum, but the hours were six to eleven, five days a week, and eight to seven on Sunday. That schedule worked as long as I could schedule my classes for late morning to early afternoon. There was no way I could do that and carry a full time class load, so I ended up taking six years to graduate instead of four.
College was interesting, but still frustrating. I liked the engineering classes, so I did well. The other classes caused me to study hard, but I did well in them too. I didn't do so well with the girls. I didn't understand the whole women's liberation thing, and while I'd heard about lesbians, I'd never met one until I asked Patty if she'd like to have coffee sometime.
Patty gave me a patronizing smile, and said I really didn't have the right equipment. Well, I didn't understand that either, so I asked her what she meant. Patty frowned at me then and shook her head.
"Troy, haven't you ever heard that some girls like other girls?"
I said I had, but I always thought they tried to look like men. Patty just laughed.
"You must really be from back in the sticks then."
Well, that kind of made me leery of asking another girl out and I really couldn't afford to date anyway, so I concentrated on studying instead of girls and it looked like I was going to graduate still a virgin.
I did make a good friend on my job my last semester. The janitorial service changed management, and the new supervisor of my crew was Liz Bowman, a woman about forty. She'd get us started and then walk around inspecting what we'd done. If we'd missed something, she'd make us do it over.
Janitorial work wasn't hard but it was boring as hell. We swept and dusted the same rooms in the same offices every night, and after a week of that, I knew every crack in the walls and every spot that wouldn't come clean.
Liz understood that, so sometimes she'd talk to us, and she seemed to like talking to me the most. It was a rare night that she didn't spend at least half an hour with me. At first, I just thought since she was new, she was making sure I did everything like I was supposed to. The night she started talking about how she'd been divorced for two years and really missed having a man around started me thinking maybe it was more. It did turn out to be more, more than I'd ever even dreamed.
We finished up one night about ten til ten, and Liz sent everybody home except me. She said she wanted to make one last check of the last room I'd done. When I followed her into that room, Liz looked around for all of two seconds and then asked if I'd like to have a cup of coffee before I went back to my apartment.
I thought we'd go to the coffee shop on campus where everybody else went. Liz drove right past it and headed away from campus. Since I was in her car, there wasn't much I could do other than ask her what restaurant we were going to.
Liz looked over at me and smiled.
"I make better coffee than any restaurant or coffee shop, so we're going to my house."
I didn't think much about that until Liz closed the door to her house behind us. She scared me to death when she smiled and put her arms around my neck though.
"Troy, I brought you home with me because I want this to be more than coffee. If you don't want to, I understand. I'm not twenty anymore. We'll just have a cup and then I'll take you back to your apartment, but I was hoping since it's Friday, you'd spend the night with me."
Well, like I said, I was scared, not scared of Liz or because I didn't want to do it, but scared of the fact that I didn't have a clue about how to do it other than what my dad had told me. All he said was stroke her tits, stick a finger in her entrance, and then stick in your cock and pump away. He didn't use those exact words and he hemmed and hawed a lot, but that's basically what he was saying.
I liked Liz, and I didn't want to make her feel bad about herself.
"Liz, it isn't that I don't want to, but as much as I hate to admit it, I've never; well, you'd be the first and I don't want to disappoint you."
Liz just grinned then.
"You can follow directions, can't you?"
That first night, Liz gave me a lot of directions. The directions got shorter and pretty breathy as we went along, and at the end, she was just saying a couple words at a time. For my part, I was discovering all the things women liked that Dad had never told me.
Liz liked her tits stroked, but after I did that a little she guided my fingers to her nipple.
"Here, Troy. Stroke my nipple and then suck it just a little at first. I'll tell you when you can suck harder."
When Liz took off my clothes, my cock was standing tall and starting to throb a little. Once I got her nipple in my mouth and sucked, it felt like my cock swelled a lot more. It felt really stiff and tight when Liz guided my hand down between her thighs and whispered, "Just a fingertip between my lips at first. When you feel me getting wet, slip that finger inside me and move it in and out".
Liz hadn't touched me up until that point, but as soon as I slipped that finger inside her, she found my cock and began jacking it really slow and really gently. That was a good thing. If she held it tighter or jacked it faster, I'd have cum all over her. As it was, she kept me close but not quite there.
I was feeling great that I was arousing Liz the way it looked like I was. She had her eyes closed most of the time, and her after a while, she was breathing through her mouth. That's when she pulled gently on my cock and whispered, "Put it in me now, Troy."
I suppose it was because I'd never heard a woman say anything like that, that she was ready for me, that I almost lost it. Thankfully, Liz stopped stroking my cock and just spread her legs apart so I could get between them. When I had trouble finding her entrance, Liz reached between us and guided my cock down, then rocked her hips up a little, and whispered, "go slow at first, Troy. It's been two years for me."
I'd like to say I made love to Liz like she wanted, slow and deep, but having my cock buried inside her pretty much took away all my self-control. I made about six strokes before I knew there was no stopping it. I said, "Liz, I'm sorry", and then groaned as I pumped my cum in her with four shots that left me gasping.
When I was done, Liz looked up at me and smiled.
"You don't need to apologize, Troy. Just keep it inside me and I'll make it get hard again."
If you'd asked me that morning if such a thing was possible, I'd have said you were crazy. After I lay there on top of Liz while she clenched and unclenched her entrance around my cock and scratched my ass with her nails, I started feeling my cock get stiff again. Liz put her hand on the back of my head then, pulled my face down, and whispered, "Kiss me".
I had managed to kiss one girl in high school, but it wasn't anything like what Liz did. Liz didn't keep her lips together. She opened them over mine, and then I felt her tongue pressing my lips apart. The way she ran her soft, wet tongue over my lower lip sort of made me catch my breath, and that's when she slipped her tongue into my mouth and touched mine.
Dad had never told me about that either. Either he and Mom never did that, or he didn't want me to decide to try it out on some girl. What I decided was if he and Mom didn't, they were both missing out on a lot.
Feeling Liz' tongue on mine had my cock rigid and ready in only a minute. Liz pulled gently away then, and whispered, "Just go slow and if you need to stop for a while, go ahead and stop. I'll catch up to you when you start again."
I did have to stop a couple of times, but that didn't seem to affect Liz. It didn't take long before she had her eyes closed and was breathing through her mouth again. The first time I had to stop, she just pulled me down a little and whispered, "Suck my nipples again, a little harder this time". The second time I had to stop, Liz was starting to pant and even though I'd stopped stroking my cock in and out, she was doing almost the same thing by rocking her body up and down. When I bent my head and sucked her right nipple, Liz moaned and whispered, "Harder".
I didn't have to stop a third time. I was close to that point when Liz started to arch up off the bed. She held herself that way for a second or so, then fell back down and gasped, "Oh Troy, don't stop."
I kept stroking and after Liz arched up off the bed again, I couldn't have stopped if the bed had caught fire. All I could do was keep stroking my cock in and out of her and feel her start to writhe under me. Liz fell back down, then grabbed a handful of the sheet with each hand, cried out "Oh God", and then started jerking her body over my cock so fast I lost it. I rammed my cock as deep as it would go and groaned as the first spurt shot up my cock. I managed to pull out a little, then rammed my cock back inside Liz just as another spurt splattered inside her. The third was just as fantastic, though I was pretty sure it was more of a dribble than a spurt.
I stood there with my weight on my arms and gasping for breath while Liz kept moaning and rocking her body over my cock. When she sighed and eased back down on the bed I kept my cock inside her and went down with her. I started making slow strokes then just because it felt good.
Liz just lay there with her eyes closed and smiling for a while, then grinned and said "Wow."
I was feeling pretty cocky then. I mean, I'd just had sex with a woman for the first two times in my life, and she'd cum hard.
"I take it you liked that?"
Liz wrapped her arms around my back.
"I'm going to like the next time even more."
The next time was about an hour later, and the result was even better. I knew what Liz was going to do so it didn't sneak up on me. I was able to hold out until Liz arched up off the bed again, shrieked "Oh God; Troy, don't stop", and then started to grind her lips into the base of my cock. When her legs started to quiver, I let go and pumped another three shots into her while she shook and kept saying "Oh God" over and over.
The next morning was another lesson Dad hadn't taught. Liz woke me up by playing with my cock until it was stiff again, and then straddled me, looked down, grinned, and slowly impaled herself on my cock. She bent down and pushed her right tit into my face, mumbled, "Suck", and then started riding me. It took longer this time, but it was well worth it. When Liz raised up, I could see my cock inside her and that just blew my mind. I mean, I'd felt it three times the night before and it was the most fantastic feeling I'd ever had, but seeing her big lips spread out around my cock was increasing those feelings by a bunch.
I think Liz came a little harder that time, because after she did, she eased down and pressed her tits into my chest, and lay there while her passage made little contractions around my cock. When her heart stopped pounding against my chest, she kissed me and then whispered, "you made me feel like I'm young again. I don't want you to stop making me feel that way.
That last fifteen weeks of college went by in a blur of classes during the day, working six to ten and all day on Sunday, studying from about eleven to one during the week and studying all day on Saturday. Friday nights were with Liz, and by the end of that fifteen weeks, I was almost sorry I was graduating. I didn't love Liz or anything like that. It was just two friends helping each other out, but I knew I was going to miss her. I think she was sorry to see me go as well. She cried a little bit when I said goodbye that last Saturday morning.
I got a job with a construction company in Nashville and was happy to at last be on my own. I was ready to find a woman, and I thought that woman might be Stacy Addison, the girl who ran our blueprint department. I was doing a lot of design work on the stoplight controls for the rebuild of an intersection in the city, and that meant I had to get a lot of prints made.
Over a month or so, we became sort of friends, and after another month, I liked Stacy a lot. She always wore tight jeans and snug tops that showed off her round ass and perky tits, but that wasn't the only reason I liked her. Stacy thought like I did about a lot of things, so it was easy to talk to her. She never even hinted that she'd like things to go further, but I figured that was just because she was shy.
It was one of those days in January in Tennessee when the temperature isn't cold enough to freeze anything, but it's cold enough the high humidity makes the cold just cut through about anything you're wearing. Stacy wasn't in the blueprint room when I went in to get a couple of prints made so I hung around for five minutes or so to see if she was coming back. When she did, she had on her coat and she was shivering.
"My car wouldn't start this morning. It wouldn't even turn over, so I guess the battery's dead. Mom brought me to work, and she's going to get me a new battery today. I hate to ask, but could you take me home tonight and change it for me? I'd do it if it was warmer, but this morning by the time I figured out it wasn't going to start, I was about to freeze."
Well, I could understand that. Stacy had on a coat, but I'd have called it more of a jacket than a coat, and it had buttons instead of a zipper. The cold air would have gone through the thin material like a hot knife through butter. I thought that this might be my opening to ask her out. After all, if I helped her, she probably wouldn't say no, if only to pay me back.
That night, I drove Stacy home and she was shivering by the time we got to her door.
"Let me run in and see if Mom got me a battery. If she did, I'll bring out our tool set so you'll have wrenches."
I stood there on the doorstep for a couple of minutes, and in that couple of minutes, I started to feel the cold too. There was enough of a breeze that the air just sucked the heat out of my face and hands. I was thinking I'd have to go buy some gloves as soon as I left when the door opened again.
The woman wasn't Stacy, though she looked a lot like Stacy in the face. She smiled at me when she stepped outside.
"HI. I'm Kathy, Stacy's mom, and the battery is in my car over there. The guy at Wal-Mart put it in the trunk, but I couldn't lift it out. Stacy was about frozen, so I told her I'd help you so she could get warm again and you could get started. No sense in you standing out here in the cold longer than you have to."
It wasn't quite dark yet when I followed Stacy's mom to her car. I couldn't see her all that well, but it was pretty easy to tell Stacy's mom wasn't like my mom. Mom was a little thick in the middle. She said it was having kids that did it to her. Stacy's mom wasn't wearing anything over her clothes except a heavy sweater, and it fit pretty snug. Her waist wasn't thick but her hips were round and her tits looked big and heavy.
She pushed the button on her remote when we got to her car, and the trunk lid popped open. She turned on the flashlight then.
"There it is. I couldn't believe how heavy the thing is. I'll hold the light while you change it."
It didn't take long to pull out the old battery and put in the new one, but my hands were about frozen by the time I tightened the last battery clamp. Stacy's mom laughed.
"Your hands are shaking, so you must be as cold as I am. I have Stacy's keys. Let's make sure it'll start, and then go inside and get warm again."
The new battery worked fine, but I told Kathy I was going let the engine run about ten minutes to make sure it was charged up. New batteries are charged at the factory, but they can go down a little depending on how long they've been on the shelf. I didn't want Stacy to go out the next morning and find out her car wouldn't start again.
I figured Stacy's mom would go back in the house then, but she didn't. She walked around and got in the passenger seat and closed the door.
"I'll just stay out here in case you need something", she said. "If I go back inside and get warm and then have to come back out again, it'll be worse than if I just stayed."
After a couple of minutes there was a little heat coming from the vents, and by the time I shut off the engine, the car was warm. I handed the keys back to Stacy's mom.
"Here you go, Mrs. Addison. Looks like it should start fine tomorrow morning."
She chuckled as she took the keys.
"You must think I'm really old since you called me Mrs. Addison. If I was forty, you could call me that, but I'm not that old. Call me Kathy."
She looked out the window then and sighed.
"I almost hate to get out and get cold again. Would you like a cup of coffee before you leave? I need to do something to pay you back for helping Stacy. It's just the two of us here, and we don't have a man to do anything for us."
I didn't get a chance to ask Stacy out that night because her mom never left us alone. I didn't get an opportunity at work either. Stacy was either busy running prints or I was busy designing. It was two months later that I thought I might get a chance. Stacy said their bathroom door handle had fallen off when she tried to open it the night before and after she did, they couldn't close it for fear they wouldn't be able to open it again.
"Mom's going to get a new one today, but neither of us has a clue about how to replace it. Do you think you could come home with me after work and do it?"
The door set was easy to replace, but it was a little difficult to concentrate because there were two bras hanging from the shower rod. I was pretty sure the pink one was Stacy's. The other bra, a black lace one that was almost transparent, had to be Stacy's mom's because it looked a lot bigger than anything Stacy could fill out. Stacy didn't have small tits by any measure, but they sure weren't as big as that bra.
I did get to ask Stacy out that night. She walked me to my car, and before I left I asked her if she'd like to get a pizza some night. She looked at me a little weird for a second, but then smiled.
"If it's just a friendly pizza, I suppose that would be OK. Could we bring it back here so Mom can have some too?"
I almost wished I hadn't asked her then. I mean, I liked Stacy's mom and all that, but I really didn't want her included in a date. Still, Stacy saying it would be fine was maybe an indication she liked me, so I smiled back and said that would work for me.
Through the rest of March, I saw Stacy every day, but every time I said something like I'd really liked having that pizza with her, Stacy would just grin and say that was a special case. One day after I'd said we ought to have a pizza again sometime, she laughed and said I just wanted to see her mother again.
Well, that wasn't the case at all, and that's what I told her.
"No, what I liked was being with you."
Stacy frowned.
"You don't like my mother? Most of the men she knows think she's sexy."
I thought so too, but I wasn't really interested in Kathy.
"Stacy, your mom's a good looking woman and I do like her, but she's a lot older than me."
"You don't think she's sexy?"
"Well, I don't really know. Since it's been cold, she's been pretty covered up every time I've seen her."
Stacy just said she'd think about it, so I gave up and went back to work.
I tried again the first Saturday in April. The weather had warmed up by then and it was raining at least two days a week. That meant grass started growing like gangbusters. Stacy asked me if I could take a look at their lawnmower. I said I'd be glad to and hoped Kathy would leave us alone for a few minutes so I could ask Stacy for a date.
I thought I was going to be looking at a push-type mower, but what they had was a lawn tractor with a forty-two inch mower. It made some sense, I guess. Their house sat on almost an acre and pushing a mower over that much yard would have been pretty hard work for me, let alone for two small women.
All it needed was the blades sharpened. I'd figured on that, so I'd tossed my angle grinder and my toolbox in my trunk before I left. I took off the two blades, sharpened them and then made a round of the yard after I put them on.
Kathy had been sitting in a lawn chair watching me. When I pulled back up to the house and shut off the mower, she stood up and walked over to me. I could see why Stacy said men found her mother to be sexy. She was still dressed in jeans, but her top was a T-shirt that fit pretty tight.
Kathy grinned.
"I owe you again. How about if we get another pizza tonight, my treat?"
I didn't ask Stacy out again after that. I figured even if she did decide to go out with me, Kathy would come along too. If Stacy was that close to her mother, I didn't think she'd ever be very close to me.
To be continued in part 2, by ron de for Literotica.