Kathy makes her desires known.
Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It was one Tuesday in July before I understood why Stacy was always friendly but never wanted to take things any further.
I was working on the design for a small spec building when my phone rang. The number was Stacy's home number, but I knew it wasn't her. She'd said she was going to Florida and took the whole week off. When I answered, the person on the other end was Kathy.
"Troy, I apologize for calling you, but I didn't want to call a repairman until I knew for sure I needed to call one."
I said it was good to hear from her and asked her what the problem was.
"It's my lawn mower. It starts and runs, but it won't cut the grass. It doesn't make that loud sound, and it just sort of pushes the grass over. Could you come look at it, please? If I don't get my grass cut, my neighbors are going to complain."
I said I'd come out after work, and a little after five-thirty, drove in their drive.
When I knocked on the front door, Kathy answered.
"Come on in, Troy. The mower's out in the back yard."
I knew it was going to be hot that day when I left for work. I didn't notice because the office is air conditioned, but I did when I walked outside. It was pretty obvious that Kathy noticed too.
The two times I'd seen her that winter, she was wearing jeans and a sweater because it was cold. The time in April, she'd changed the sweater for a T-shirt, but that still covered most of her. That day, she was just wearing what looked like a sports bra, shorts, and flip-flops. The shorts were cut low in the front and really short in the legs, and like any sports bra, Kathy's didn't reach down much more than the bottoms of her tits. It also wasn't doing a very good job of holding her tits tight to her body, but that was because Kathy had a lot to hold in.
The problem with Kathy's mower was the deck belt had slipped off the motor pulley. The belt looked pretty worn, but it did run the mower when I put it back on the pulley. Like before, I made a round of her back yard and then shut off the mower. Kathy walked over smiling.
"I didn't think it would be that easy."
"Well, you do need to get a new belt. That one isn't going to last much longer. The part number is under the seat. If you get one, I'll come put it on for you."
Kathy smiled then.
"Stacy tells me she thinks you like her. Do you?"
"Well, sure I do. I work with her every day."
Kathy shook her head.
"What I mean is she thinks you really like her, and that's why you keep asking her out."
Kathy was frowning and I didn't know why.
"Well, yes, I would like her to go out with me."
Kathy shook her head.
"I don't think that's going to happen, Troy. You know Stacy went to Florida this week, don't you?"
"Yeah, she told me."
"Did she tell you she went with her girlfriend?"
"No, but it wouldn't surprise me. A lot of women don't like to travel alone."
Kathy smiled.
"You're just as naïve as Stacy said. Troy, she's not just traveling with Veronica. They're together. She didn't know how to tell you, but I didn't think it was right for her to let you keep chasing after her when you don't really have a chance. This is the first time we've been alone so I could tell you."
Well, that hit me pretty hard.
"I had no idea."
Kathy smiled.
"Neither did I until I came home from shopping one Sunday afternoon and found them in her bed together. It's funny. I was always worried I'd find out she'd been sleeping with a boy. I thought I raised her to like boys, but I guess she had other ideas. At least she won't get pregnant like I did with her."
This was getting into things I didn't think I wanted to know about.
"Well, I should probably be going so you can finish up your yard."
Kathy's face was smiling but she looked sort of hopeful too.
"Would you like to get a pizza tonight, like we always did before? Stacy won't be here, but now that you know, that probably doesn't make any difference, does it?"
I shook my head.
"No, I guess not, but you don't owe me anything. I like helping you and Stacy."
"Yes I do. If I'd have called somebody to come out, it would have cost me at least a hundred dollars. The least I can do is feed you. Now, I'll get you a soda and you sit right here. It'll only take me half an hour."
I did sit there while she rode the mower around her yard. I sat there and wondered about what she'd said about getting pregnant with Stacy. I'd often wondered why Kathy didn't have a husband. She was a good-looking woman, and she seemed to be a really nice woman. Maybe it was like happened to some girls back then -- she'd gotten pregnant and had to marry the guy only to find out they didn't get along. That might have soured her on trying to find another husband.
I also watched Kathy as she mowed. There were some rough spots in the hard and every time the mower went over one, it would sort of bounce. Kathy's big tits bounced right along with it.
Now, I might have been naïve, but I knew any man seeing her like that would have been interested. Sex isn't everything. I'd known that for a long time, but it is what attracts most men at the start. If Kathy couldn't attract several men, she just wasn't trying.
She finished mowing, put her mower in the garage and then said, "You know, I'm too tired to get dressed up and go out. I think I'll just call and have a pizza delivered. Let's go inside and get cooled off. It's hot out here."
We'd about finished the pizza and were sitting on her couch when Kathy took a drink of her soda and then looked at me.
"Stacy says you think I'm sexy."
I guess I should have known Stacy would tell Kathy, but she still caught me off guard. Kathy was smiling at the time and that was a little disconcerting too. Some women would have wanted to hear they were sexy but some might be offended that I'd told their daughter they were.
"Well, I did say that; after she asked if I did or not."
Kathy grinned.
"Yeah, she would ask you something like that. She worries about me all the time. She thinks I should be finding a man. I keep telling her I don't need a man to be happy, but she won't believe I don't need anybody. Would you believe she even tried to fix me up with another woman? She said if I didn't want a man maybe I was like her and would like a woman instead.
"Well, I set her straight about that. I can understand why she loves Veronica, or at least I can understand how it feels when you love someone. I just can't imagine me ever wanting to touch another woman that way, much less love another woman.
"She's tried to set me up with a lot of men, but I didn't like any of them. It's hard to explain why, so she never understands when I say that, but I don't like men in general. Do you think that's weird?"
I didn't want to answer, but I didn't know how to just leave without offending Kathy.
"I'm not a woman, so I don't know if it's weird or not. I know some women don't like me for some reason."
Kathy smiled.
"There's one woman I know likes you because she's me. You're my knight in shining armor when you fix things for me."
I said I appreciated that. Kathy signed.
"I wish Roger had. I liked him too. I liked him well enough I had sex with him twice. I was only eighteen then, and the second time he got me pregnant with Stacy. Back then, schools wouldn't let a pregnant girl stay in school, so I had to quit just two months before I'd have graduated.
Evidently Roger didn't like me for anything except sex, because as soon as I told him, he disappeared and didn't tell anybody where he was going. Maybe that's why Stacy likes girls. I kept telling her if she slept with a guy the same thing would happen to her."
That was interesting because Kathy had answered the question I'd wondered about before.
"So, you raised Stacy by yourself?"
"Yes I did. After Stacy was born, I got my GED and then went to junior college to be a legal secretary. That's what I still do to make ends meet, and I like it. My mother took care of Stacy when I was working, and even after she was old enough to stay home by herself, I still had her go to Mom's house after school. I didn't want her messing around with boys and getting pregnant like I did. I thought I did a good job until I caught her with Veronica the summer she graduated. She was home by herself, I thought, until I walked in the door and heard them in her bedroom."
I shrugged.
"I think you did a good job. Stacy's a nice girl. I've never heard her say anything bad to anybody or about anybody. As for her liking girls, I don't know if you could have changed that any more than you could start liking women."
Kathy smiled.
"Well thank you for the ego boost. Sometimes I need one. I'm thirty-nine, and I'm starting to feel old because Stacy is all grown up. I've told her she can live with me for as long as she wants and she can have Veronica move in too if that's what she wants, but I think she feels like I cramp her style. One of these days, she's going to get a place of her own and I'll be left here by myself. I think I'm going to feel really old then."
Kathy was frowning then, so I tried to cheer her up.
"Kathy, thirty-nine isn't old. Thirty-nine is about when women start to get interesting."
Kathy sat up a little straighter.
"Oh, how so?"
"Well, girls my age are still a little ditzy sometimes. I don't think they know who they are yet. When a woman gets older, she's already figured that out, and she's more interesting to be with."
Kathy smiled again, but it wasn't her normal smile.
"And what led you to that conclusion?"
I couldn't very well tell her about Liz, so I tried to make up something she'd believe.
"Nothing in particular. It's just what I've seen with most women I've known."
Kathy smiled that same smile again.
"You're right about a woman learning who she really is, but women learn something else as they get older. We learn how to tell when someone isn't telling us the truth. There's something you're not telling me, isn't there?"
My dad always said the problem with telling a lie is you have to keep lying to cover for the one before. He was right, but it didn't stop me from trying.
"No, I don't think there is."
Kathy put her soda on the end table.
"You know, Troy, women think the same thing about men. When men are young they're all trying to show us how strong and manly they are. Women want a man to be strong, but we also want a man to have a soft side where we're concerned.
From what I've seen, men don't learn that on their own. They have to be taught by a woman, and she has to be something special to them or they won't pay attention. I think a special woman taught you how to make her feel good about herself when she didn't. That's what you're trying to do with me right now because you're not really answering me."
I couldn't lie to Kathy again. I suppose it was the way she looked at me. She wasn't really smiling. Her face looked like she already knew the right answer and was just waiting for me to tell her.
"Well, there was one woman I liked a lot."
Kathy smiled that funny smile again.
"How old was she?"
"I'm not sure because she never said. I think about forty or so."
"Did you; were you lovers?"
"I suppose you could call it that."
Kathy laughed.
"Troy, if you don't know for sure, she didn't teach you very well."
"Well, you know what I mean. We weren't in love or anything like that. We just liked being together; that way."
"You mean you liked having sex with her, don't you? I'm sure she must have wanted to have sex with you, or she wouldn't have gotten that close to you. Women are pretty choosy about their partners, especially when they get older."
I shrugged.
"I think she did. I didn't start it. She did. She took me to her house for coffee one night."
Kathy smiled.
"Kind of like we're here in my house tonight?"
"Well, yes, but I thought it was just for coffee."
"What did she do to convince you?"
"She kissed me and then told me what to do?"
Kathy smiled again.
"Your first time, right?"
"Yeah, it was the first time for me."
"Did you make her happy?"
This was getting embarrassing. I'd never told anyone about even liking Liz, let along anything about having sex with her. There was something about Kathy that kept making me answer though.
"I think I did, well, the second time. The first time; I couldn't hold back."
Kathy grinned.
"You look like you're embarrassed. You shouldn't be. That sounds like the first time Roger and I were together. He couldn't stop either. It was my first time too, so I was glad he couldn't because it hurt. The second time was better except I got pregnant. I'll bet you were better the second time too, or she wouldn't have kept doing it with you."
I had to smile because I remembered what Liz had told me that last night. She was lying beside me and stroking my chest after we'd both cum.
"Troy, just do what you do with me, and you'll make any woman feel as great as you make me feel."
Kathy interrupted that thought.
"Troy, you're smiling. She told that, didn't she, that you made her feel great?"
"Yes, she said that."
Kathy smiled.
"She was a lucky woman then. Most men don't know how special sex is for a woman. It sounds like she must have taught you that."
I shrugged.
"I don't know. She never said anything like that."
"No, she wouldn't, but she wouldn't have picked you unless you made her feel like you were a man who could learn to understand. I understand why she would pick you. If I was looking for a man, I'd want him to be like you; "
I hadn't been able to look Kathy in the face up until then. When I looked at her, she had a strange grin on her face, kind of like the way Liz had grinned at me that first night.
"; if I was looking for a man, that is."
I started feeling the same feeling I'd had that first night with Liz. Liz was one thing, but I worked with Kathy's daughter. I didn't think Stacy would think much of me having sex with her mother.
"Kathy, I thought you weren't looking. Are you?"
"Maybe; Stacy says I should be."
"Well, I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding one. You have a lot to offer."
Kathy smiled.
"That's what Stacy says, but I'd rather hear it from you."
I shook my head.
"I don't think I'm really in a position to say."
Kathy scooted over the couch until her hip was touching mine. She put her hand on my thigh then.
"Is this position better?"
Her hand was stroking my leg a little and my cock was noticing.
"Kathy, I don't think Stacy would like us being this close."
"Why? She wants me to find a man."
Kathy frowned then.
"Don't you like me?"
I couldn't tell Kathy I didn't like her because I did.
"No, I like you, I like you a lot."
Kathy stroked her hand up a little higher on my leg.
"Then what's the problem? You're just a guy I like a lot too, and I'm just a woman who wants to feel liked."
"You're Stacy's mother. That's the problem."
"Because I'm older than you? Is that it?"
"Yes, no; well sort of. You're not that much older than I am, but Stacy will probably think you're too old for me."
Kathy giggled.
"I should tell you more about Stacy and Veronica so you'll understand that she won't have a problem. When Stacy was nineteen, she had trouble finding bras that fit because she'd gotten bigger on one side than the other. I have the same problem, so I told her she should go to a lingerie shop because they have women who specialize in fitting bras. Veronica was at the shop for the same reason, and they decided they liked each other.
Stacy came home with two new bras and told me she'd met a woman there who was thirty-three and had the same problem. It was two weeks after that I caught them in bed together. So see, Stacy won't have a problem with our ages? The only problem will be if you do. Do you?"
I thought about that for while Kathy kept stroking my leg. It was hard to think because she kept moving her fingers a little higher with each stroke, and my cock was getting hard. I wasn't letting that influence what I was thinking. It just made it hard to concentrate.
She was fifteen years older then I, but she didn't act or look like she was. In talking with her, I'd discovered she was an intelligent woman. In looking at her like I'd been doing, I'd also discovered she was a very desirable woman. I'd been mostly ignoring those things because I didn't think she'd be interested in anything more than me helping her do something she couldn't do herself. Now, Kathy was basically asking me to do something else she couldn't do for herself either.
I smiled.
"I don't if you don't."
I woke up the next morning not really sure where I was for a few seconds. I was in a bed, but it wasn't my bed and the room wasn't my bedroom. It all came back to me when I felt Kathy's hip against my leg. She was still asleep, so I just smiled and remembered.
I'd leaned over and kissed her when she grinned and said, "Prove that it doesn't make any difference." After that kiss, I think she was convinced, because she started lightly stroking my cock through my jeans.
"Troy, let's go somewhere we can be more comfortable."
That somewhere was her bedroom. Kathy pulled the sheet and blanket down to the foot, then turned to me and put her arms around my neck.
"I've wanted this for weeks. That's why I called you today. I was hoping I could convince you."
"You didn't have to convince me. All you had to do was let me know how you felt."
I kissed Kathy again, and when I pulled gently away, she smiled.
"I want to feel like a woman again. Can you make me feel that way?"
When I lifted up the band of Kathy's sports bra, she raised her arms over her head. After I tossed it on the chair behind me, I saw she did have a difference in the size of her tits, not much, but it was there. When I stroked the left, smaller one, Kathy grinned.
"That's the little one, but it's just as sensitive as the big one."
I stroked a fingertip over he left nipple and chuckled, "So I see", when Kathy caught her breath.
I wasn't in a hurry. I wanted to savor every inch of Kathy and I wanted her to know I loved every one of those inches. I bent down and kissed her right nipple, and Kathy caught her breath again, then stroked the back of my head.
She started unbuttoning my shirt when I sucked gently on her right nipple, and when she had it open, she pulled it back over my shoulders and then put her arms around my neck and pressed her tits into my bare chest. She stood there like that while I unsnapped and unzipped her shorts and started working them down over her ass. I didn't take them off all the way once they caught in the hollow between her thighs. I just cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed them a little. Kathy purred out a little moan, and then pulled her hands down and started fumbling with my belt buckle.
I couldn't wait for her to finish that, so I pushed her gently back on the bed and then kicked off my shoes, dropped my pants and stepped out of them. When I hooked my thumbs in my underwear, Kathy put her hands on mine and whispered, "I want to do this part."
Kathy pulled the waistband of my shorts out far enough to clear my stiff cock, and then slipped them down my thighs to my knees. I saw her eyes open wide when she stroked my shaft gently. I closed my eyes when she leaned forward and kissed my cock head, then licked the underside.
Kathy didn't suck my cock into her mouth like I remembered Liz doing. She just used her soft fingertips to stroke my shaft while she used her lips to caress my cock head. I decided what Kathy was doing was a lot better.
It was better enough I let my underwear fall to my feet, stepped out of them and then pushed Kathy onto her back. She raised her legs so I could pull off her shorts, and then raised her hips so I could take off her panties.
I did that slowly so I could tease myself a little. As soon as I saw her dark brown bush, I sped up though. Kathy raised her legs, and as soon as I slipped her panties off, I spread her legs and knelt between her thighs. She inhaled quickly when I stroked her hair-fringed lips.
I knelt down then, spread her lips with my thumbs and looked up over her mound. I didn't know if she'd like what I wanted to do and I was looking for a nod. What I saw instead was Kathy lying there with her hands caressing her tits with her eyes closed. I figured that was as close to "yes" as I was going to get, so I licked the inside surface of her left lip.
Kathy jerked a little at that touch, but then she moaned and rocked her hips up a little. Before I licked her again, I slipped both arms up her sides and gently pulled her hands away from her tits, then stroked her stiff nipples. When my tongue slipped up over her lips and then touched the hood of her clit, Kathy moaned and her body jerked again.
I was enjoying myself all to hell as I licked away, first just on the inside of Kathy's outer lips and then on the rippled folds of her inner lips. Once in a while, I'd use my tongue to push back the hood of her clit and give it a little lick. When she started to moan every time I did that, I slipped a finger into her entrance and began stroking it in and out.
When Kathy felt wet enough, I slipped a second finger inside her and gave her clit a little suction. She lurched her body up into my face, and I felt a little trickle of warm, slippery/sticky fluid around my fingers.
I thought about making her cum that way. Liz had liked it when I did that. I guess Kathy wanted my cock, because she pulled on my shoulder then and whispered, "I'm ready, Troy".
I entered her slowly, just a little at a time so her slippery/sticky wetness coated my cock a little more with each stroke. When my cock head slipped through the snug spot just inside her lips, Kathy put her arms around me and I felt her hands stroking my back. A few strokes later, I pushed my cock all the way in. Kathy moaned, "Oh wow", and then rocked her hips up a little.
After that, I just stroked in and out and matched the speed of her breathing. When her breaths began to speed up, I bent my head down, sucked her right nipple between my lips and then pinched it a little. I felt Kathy's nails press into my back a little and she moaned again.
I've always wished that it would be possible to keep doing something that fell so great for longer that it usually lasts. It's never happened that way for me, and it was no different with Kathy. One minute she was rocking up into my strokes a little and stroking my back, and the next, she started to pant and push her body up over my cock. I felt her dig her nails into my back, gasp, and then drop her hands to the sheet and claw at it until she had it gripped tightly in each hand.
I sucked her left nipple a little harder than I'd sucked the right. Kathy moaned, "Oh God, don't stop", and started arching up off the bed. She didn't go very far before her body jerked and she fell back down. On the next stroke, she raised up higher and I felt her thighs begin to quiver. Two strokes later, she arched up so fast she rammed her body over my cock. Her hips started rocking up and down over my cock and she cried out, "Uh-uh-uh" and then arched even higher. That's when I groaned as my cock throbbed four times and shot my cum inside her.
I kept stroking my cock in and out because all the little contractions around my cock felt really great. Kathy was still arched up and shaking a little, but then she sighed and lowered her body back to the bed, put her arms around me, and hugged me tight. She kissed me on the cheek and then whispered, "I haven't felt this way in years, and I don't think I can stop now".
We didn't do it again that night. I rolled off Kathy and started to stroke her flanks, but she was already asleep. I kissed her on the forehead and then pulled the sheet and blanket up over us.
I was still remembering when Kathy woke up and stretched her arms up over her head. When she did, her tits slipped out from under the sheet and blanket, so I cupped the left on. Kathy smiled.
"Mmm; does that mean you like me after last night?"
"I think you could say that. Do I need to show you again?"
Kathy felt down my belly for my cock, found it, and then giggled.
"I think you're ready to show me already."
I was ready, and I did show her that I did like her. That time, I just pulled her thigh over mine, entered her, and stroked away while I nibbled at her nipples between kisses that left us both breathless. Kathy made that same little "Uh-uh-uh" cry when she came, and I groaned when I spurted my cum inside her. We stayed in bed for a while, then took a shower together. It was tempting to take her right there in the shower, especially since she insisted on washing my cock for me, but I knew there would be other times. There was no way I could just stop, not now, not after what had happened.
I spent every night with Kathy that week, and every night, I experienced just how sensual and erotic a woman can be. Kathy didn't try to be that way. She didn't push herself on me and she didn't tell me what she was feeling. She just was. By the end of the week, I was so happy being with her I didn't want to leave her to go to work. I'm sure she felt the same way, because as soon as we were together again, she'd put her arms around my neck, kiss me until I had to stop to breathe, and then whisper in my ear, "Make love to me again tonight. I need to feel like a woman again."
On Friday night, I asked Kathy when Stacy was coming back and she said not until Sunday and she wanted me to spend the night with her again. She didn't have to ask me to do that. I was prepared to leave her that night, but I didn't want to. We had a pizza for dinner, and then I spent the next hour with her on her couch just playing. We both knew that night was going to end like the others had that week. Kathy would gasp, then cry out, and then lose control of her body when the orgasm swept her away. I'd groan and fill her with cum. We'd lay there and cuddle after that until we fell asleep.
The next morning, Kathy surprised me. I was lying there stroking her hip when she grinned.
"I think we should try something different this morning."
I smiled when she straddled me and then leaned down to push her tits into my chest and whispered, "Just let me do what I want to do."
What she wanted to do was have my cock in her right then and there, so that's what she did. It took her a while to move her body up and down and back and forth until she got my cock lined up, and when she did, she didn't just sit back and impale herself. She just made little agonizingly short strokes that were driving me crazy. I started to push up once, but she murmured, "Uh-uh. Just lay still and let me do this."
I did try. It was hard, but I did try. She wasn't stroking deep enough or fast enough to really get either one of us very close. I was just her making it fantastic for us both. I could feel the tension building in us both, but it was just the slow increase that let me know she was trying to stretch it out.
Eventually, though, she couldn't keep going slow. She raised up and pushed her body down on my cock, then pulled my hands to her tits. She gasped when I rolled her nipples and then moaned, "I wanted this to last, but I'm so close I can't stop". A couple minutes, Kathy cried out and started rocking her body over my cock so fast I couldn't stop either. She collapsed on my chest, still shaking, after I'd shot my cum in her with three fantastic feeling spurts.
She was still on top of me when I heard her front door open and then close. I tried to push her off, but Kathy giggled.
"Nope, I'm staying right here."
Her bedroom door opened then and Stacy walked inside. She stood there with her mouth open for almost a minute, and then frowned.
"Mom; Troy; really?"
Kathy smiled.
"Stacy, I didn't tell you to stop seeing Veronica. Don't tell me what I'm doing is wrong."
"But Mom; you're my mother and Troy's - "
Kathy grinned and cut her off.
"I know. He's really good to me. That's what you were going to say, wasn't it? Did you and Veronica have fun?"
Stacy sort of grinned.
"Well, yes. It looks like you did too."
Kathy grinned.
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you. I will tell you, of course, but right now, you shoo. We need to get up and have some breakfast and I don't want you to see me naked."
Well, Stacy took it a lot better than I thought she would. She wasn't really excited for a while, but one day at work, she whispered, "Mom's happier than she's been in years. I guess maybe that's more important than the difference in your ages. If you don't keep her that way, I'm going to be really upset with you."
I intend to keep Kathy happy, because I'm happier than I've ever been too. I want to make it legal, but Kathy's a little nervous about that. She thinks when she's sixty I won't like her anymore. I'm working on that, and so is Stacy now. I think we'll finally convince Kathy she shouldn't worry about that. It may take a while, but I can wait.
By ron de for Literotica.