Kat Tales
By
Kitten Delight
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© Copyright 2011 by Kitten Delight
Published by Red Kitty’s Publishing
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Cover Designs by Shiloh Young
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Please remember this story is a work of fiction and the author does not endorse deviant, reckless, or dangerous sexual behavior.
Table of Contents
Kitten Delight
Mommy's Little Helper
Andrea Jansen looked in the mirror at her pale face, shoulder length black, silken hair and green eyes. At 48, she still maintained an attractive figure, though perhaps getting a bit thick around the middle for her liking. Any man would be lucky to have me, she thought with a touch of sarcastic pride which quickly deflated. If that were so, why didn’t she make any effort to meet anyone?
Why did she wear lacy nightgowns to bed? There was no one to see them, no one to appreciate her in them. Robert had been gone two years now, yet she couldn’t move on. She didn't even like to go out anymore and stayed home as much as possible. Her groceries were delivered, while she bought almost everything else she needed online. About the only place she went was to church each week. Even that was still difficult. They'd been married in that church...... and Robert's funeral had been held there.
She made her way down stairs a little before 7:00am. The habit of getting up at this time each morning to prepare his breakfast was hard to break. She proceeded to get the coffee going with her preferred mix of coffee grinds and caramel syrup, exactly the way Robert liked it. She leaned on the counter top, her fingers drumming her face as she watched the first small stream of the dark liquid flow into the pot.
Well this is stupid, now I'm watching coffee brew, she thought to herself. It's almost as fascinating as watching grass grow. That reminded her that Eric would be over soon to mow her lawn, which made her smile. He was a lovely young man and had been so helpful with mowing the garden for several years now. She'd loved having him live next door to them, watching him grow up. She had missed him while he was at school this year and looked forward to having him back for the summer. Finding a reason to do something constructive, she decided to make him fresh chocolate chip cookies. He'd always loved her chocolate chip cookies and milk after he did work for her.
She hoped he hadn’t changed a lot while he'd been off at school. So many kids went away one person and come home another.
“I should get dressed,” she thought as she walked back to the stairs. She made her way up the stairs back to her room. She couldn’t get Eric out of her mind now.
In the house next door to Andrea's, a father sat reading the paper at the kitchen table. “Eric,” the man called out, “get down here! It's after 7:00 and you have work to do today. So stop doing whatever it is you're doing! Get yourself down here and eat the breakfast your mother fixed.”
“He's been so lazy since he got back,” his mother said, shaking her head as she finished the last touches of her make up at the breakfast table. “I swear it's a wonder he even did well at school this last year. Not that 2.25 is a great GPA.” She frowned at the small mirror, continuing to apply her makeup. She might have to just make do and touch it up at work.
“He bewilders me completely, dear,” her husband muttered, then kissed his wife goodbye before she flew out the door, makeup bag in hand. A young man walked into the kitchen, clad only in a pair of tight shorts as his father looked over his newspaper. “Eric, get some clothes on.”
“They are clothes. They're called cut-offs, dad.” The young man replied.
“Shirt and shoes is what I mean. Longer shorts that are not so tight.” His father told him.
“I have to mow Mrs. Jansen’s lawn today and I get so hot and sweaty so these will do, dad.”
“Well, you will have to use her mower today. Both the rider and the power were just picked up for service.”
“Oh okay, no biggie,” Eric told his father.
His father sighed. “It will be when you see her mower. She has one of those egg beater, ancient push mowers,” he said, looking at his son, “so you'll actually have to earn your pay today. Be nice to her too. I don’t think she's handling life too well without her husband around.”
“I’m always nice to her and she has always been nice to me. Yeah, it was too bad about Mr. Jansen. He was cool too.” Eric seemed to understand it took time to adjust to the loss of a loved one but didn’t understand two years of mourning.
“Just be nice to her and do a good job for her.” His father emphasized as he made his way to the back door to head for work, “don’t abuse her generosity,” and with that he left.
Eric looked at his breakfast of oatmeal with raisins sprinkled on top. Mother thinks I'm still 12 years old, he thought, but I'm an adult of 18 now. As if to prove that point, he got some coffee from the pot. Christ Almighty what do people see in this stuff? He forced it down. Grown up or not, coffee still tasted nasty to him.
It was almost 8:00am when Eric opened the door to the shed at the Jansen home next door. The temperature was up near 85 already with high humidity. He saw the old fashioned push mower and dragged it out into the daylight. Oh well, using this old bone shaker will save me a trip to the gym today after I'm done, he thought. He began to mow the front lawn, and found the old mower was actually doing a great job on both the lawn and his muscles. You and me could be friends after all, little old mower, he thought to himself.
His thoughts turned to Mrs. Jansen as he pushed the mower across the front lawn. Wouldn't mind mowing her lawn.....he mused. His family had lived beside her and her late husband for years. She'd always encouraged him to be respectful; to do his best at everything he tried. She had always been nice to him, unlike his mom. She gave him kind advice in a calm way when he disappointed her, unlike his mom who resorted to screaming at him at the drop of a hat. He wondered if it was because the Jansen's had never had children that she'd taken to him so much. Wow, I'm having lots of insight today, he smiled to himself.
It wasn't just her advice he admired in her anymore though, but her body. Must be because I'm an adult now that I notice these things, he told himself. Who are you kidding? You've lusted after her for years, you dummy. He'd watched her for years from his bedroom window any time he saw her in her yard. He knew she was out of bounds, but that didn't stop him thinking about her heavy tits. He had no idea what size they were, but they sure looked heavy. Massive might be the better term for them, he mused. She always wore a bra though. He'd never seen her nipples poking through, as much as he'd looked - and he'd looked a lot. She was classy, unlike the girls his age. He wondered how old she was.
His fascination with her had started when he was 12. He'd been innocently mowing her lawn one day thinking excitedly about going to see the latest Spiderman movie that afternoon, when he caught sight of her through her back window. Almost instantly, he realized she was changing clothes and he could see everything! Her huge breasts hung down as she leaned over to get dressed. He'd stopped dead in his tracks and stared wide eyed with his heart pounding. He didn’t know if she saw him, but he sure saw her! He was shocked but excited, like any typical prepubescent boy. His world changed overnight when he saw those tits and the outline of her body. He didn't think about Spiderman after that. She was so perfect. She was the one he thought of when he masturbated, which he did a lot. Every night he jerked off to a picture of her that had been in the church bulletin, or just his memory of seeing her. When his imagination and his hand of course, were doing well, he could jerk off to her two or three times a night.
Unaware that Eric was thinking about her, Andrea watched him from the front window. He sure had grown up this past year at college. He was harder than he had been and his muscles were toned now. She could see he'd been working out. Still, his wayward blonde hair and angelic face gave him a sweet, innocent look. She could see the sweat glistening on his tanned torso as he pushed the mower hard. His cut off jeans left nothing to the imagination. When Eric turned to come toward the house, she was a little shocked, but couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in the front of the cut-offs. Her thoughts were interrupted by the buzzer on the timer signaling her batch of cookies were ready.
She returned to the window after setting the cookies out on the cooling rack. The muscles on his arms and legs bulged as he exerted himself. He's pushing that mower far harder than necessary, she thought. She couldn't stop thinking about what a sexy young man he'd become. The right and wrong of her thoughts were blurring in her mind. He's not a child anymore. She knew he'd turned 18 a few months ago. He's definitely all man she thought, judging by the bulge in his shorts.
Shit, Eric thought, I've got to get her out of mind. I've got a fucking hard on now. He tried to think of other things as he pushed the mower harder and faster, but his mind was stuck on her. He tugged up on his shorts and looking down was horrified to see the head of his cock peeking out at him from the waist band. You dumb shit, he thought, why did you have to wear such tiny shorts? Fortunately, he was done with the front yard now other than some trim work. The back yard afforded more cover for him among the bushes and trees where he might have to take matters into his own hand and get rid of this hard on.
Andrea moved through the house and continued looking out the window at him as he started in the back. Eric was lost in thought. He just couldn’t get her out of his mind. He looked down again, seeing his little friend still staring at him. He was absolutely going to have to take care of it and jerk off, as he'd got too worked up. He maneuvered the mower toward the back of the property and parked behind the shed. He sat down on a stump of wood in the shade, where he quickly unzipped his shorts and grabbed his fat, hard dick. He sighed audibly. Closing his eyes he began jerking his hand up and down his thick, throbbing shaft, giving in to his fantasy of Mrs. Jansen.
Andrea lost sight of him as he went behind the shed. He must be hot out there, she thought. I should take him a drink and poured them both a glass of soda. She slipped out the back door walking to the shed with the cold glasses.
Eric's hand continued to pull on his cock, jerking off. His eyes closed as he grunted in pleasure. It took no time at all as close as he was, before he spurted his white, sticky load all over the grass in front of him. He leaned back against the shed, his cock still in his hands.
He suddenly heard the clink of ice in a glass. His eyes flew open and he saw a shocked Mrs. Jansen standing there holding two glasses of ice cold soda. His cock was still in his hands as their shocked eyes met. Shit! She'd seen! He knew she'd seen him cum! Moving with lightning speed he shoved his now flaccid cock back into his shorts. Zipping himself up, he stood quickly, cornered between the shed and the fence.
Andrea had come around the corner just in time to see his hand working his thick cock. She'd been absolutely dismayed. She'd almost turned away but just couldn't drag herself away from the sight. She stood rooted to the spot as he worked his cock with his hand, spurting his load all over her lawn. They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. Then she seemed to reach a decision and took control of the embarrassing situation. Moving forward, she gave him his soda.
“Come sit with me on the porch out of the sun for a little while.” She took his hand calmly, leading him to the chairs by the back door. He sat down hard, gulping down his drink quickly. He was unable to grasp the rapid turn of events. Was he dreaming? No, he wasn't dreaming...... and what was she doing now?! She had started wiping his sweaty chest with a cold wet wash cloth! It felt great but he felt his cock twitch in his shorts. No, he admonished his dick; stay still! Don't let her see you again!
The cool cloth felt so good. He tried desperately to think of something else to avoid another hard on in front of her. It didn’t help. The close proximity of her body to him was worsening the problem. He could see her cleavage as she leaned over him. Oh man, her tits were close enough to touch. Her light touch with the wet cloth was driving his sexual stimulation and he couldn't stop his cock rising swiftly again.
“Move your arm, Eric so I can get the sweat wiped off on that side,” she said as Eric cautiously moved his arm, hoping she wouldn’t notice the burgeoning bulge in his shorts. She was way different to how he'd ever seen her. She was teasing him, taunting him almost sexually. “I have told you not to work without a shirt, haven't I? I have told you to use sun block on your skin, now haven’t I? Sweetie, you have to protect yourself.”
“You have told me.... yes... yes ma’am.” Eric stammered. His face was beet red and not from the heat of the day. Andrea wiped his skin clean as his cock reacted to her soft touch. She began to move the wash cloth over his tummy and saw his cock sticking out her. Almost winking its eye, his cock stared up at her.
“Oh my, Eric, someone is happy to see me. Eric was so embarrassed but he certainly didn’t want her to stop.
She saw him squirming and assured him there was nothing wrong with being turned on. She stopped wiping him with the cold cloth and then taking his hand, led him inside to the living room.
“Here sit by me,” she said, pulling him gently down to the love seat beside her. Eric kept his hands in front of his crotch and sat down.
He couldn't believe it when she gently touched his legs, briefly skimming over the bulge of his cock pushing against his shorts. She gently pushed him back in the chair. He took in a shuddering, deep breath as she rubbed his crotch lightly, closing his eyes. He was in heaven. His mind was racing. She was driving him nuts touching him like this and he was sure he was going to cum in his shorts. As if she knew that, she took his hand and whispered, "Come with me, my sweet boy."
He followed her, his cock so hard; his mind so consumed by her. He had only two fears, that he would disappoint her and that the act wouldn’t live up to the fantasies.
She led him to the spare bedroom down stairs. He was glad for that as he didn’t want to compete with a dead husband in the master bedroom upstairs. She shut and locked the door behind them. Turning on a very dim lamp, the room became bathed in soft golden light. She stood beside him and quickly undressed, revealing a black lace bra and matching panties. She knew they were expensive French cut and not the tacky thong type that all the girls wore. All Eric knew was that she looked like a goddess in black lace. The make and type of underwear was of no consequence to him whatsoever. The reality was so far outstripping any of his fantasies about her.
He watched wide eyed as she reached out to unbutton his shorts. As she pulled the zipper down his cock sprang out, completely erect and throbbing. Eric had gone commando. She liked that and smiled warmly at him.
Andrea gently guided him to sitting position on the edge of the bed. She knelt between his legs and began to stroke his cock. She leaned close, whispering in his ear to enjoy this first, promising they'd do more afterwards. Her hand felt so good. He'd never had anyone do this to him before. Well, other than himself, of course.
“I’m a virgin ma’am,” he blurted out, not sure why he was telling her that.
She didn’t laugh at him, which had been his fear. Rather, she leaned forward kissing his neck softly, sweetly, before she put her mouth right next to his ear. Speaking in a soft, sexy, voice she continued to hold his cock. “I know baby. Mommy will take very good care of her boy. Is her sweet boy enjoying this?” she cooed in his ear.
He nodded his head up and down quickly. Andrea took her hand off his chest, reaching over to pick up some lubricant. She let go of his cock and squirted the lubricant in her hand before putting her hand around his cock again. The gel was as cool as her hand was hot. She began to yank his cock up down very fast now, as the lubricant made it slick. It was more than Eric could bear. He'd never had his dick feel that slick and had a hand move so fast on it. He arched his back, letting out a cry as he squirted his cum across her chest.
Eric felt drained again and Andrea put her arms around him and held him tightly against her. He leaned on her, completely spent and satisfied. She got some lotion from the bedside table and worked the moisturizer into his back. “You have to protect yourself for me, my sweet boy.”
Andrea let him go and positioned him face down on the bed. She spurted more of the lotion on his body as she straddled him, sitting over his thighs. She worked the lotion into his back, massaging him firmly. Eric was nodding off now. His mind fought to stay awake while his cock was growing again with a mind of its own. Her hands felt so good on his back while his dick was now huge and throbbing beneath him.
“Does mommy's sweet boy like this?” she asked him, as she massaged his neck and back deeply.
“Oh yes!” he gasped.
She worked his back muscles hard for a while longer before rolling off him. Laing beside him, she gently touched his face before running her hands down his muscled arm. At 18 years old, he wasn't a full grown man yet, but he was definitely toned and muscled. He turned his head to her, smiling at her sleepily.
“I’m hard again,” he said in a soft voice. She smiled at him. She knew he was. His childlike innocence pleased her greatly.
“I thought you might be,” she said as she touched him now, ever so delicately. His skin reacted to her touch and he was quickly covered with goose bumps. The air in the room was considerably cooler than the rest of the house, being a basement. Andrea used this room to escape the heat often and to give herself pleasure.
She moved her face to his; tenderly kissing him as she rolled him to his side. She grasped him close, moving her body against his. Her mouth on his felt electrifying to him. Her hands ran over his naked body as his clumsy adolescent fingers fumbled with the hooks of her bra. She stopped him and showed him how to do it smoothly, easily. She re-hooked them so he could do it alone. She always did show me how to do things right, he thought for a moment.
He finally unhooked her bra in a swift easy movement, causing her breasts to spill out all over him. His hands found her huge tits. After all these years, they were finally his to touch and hold. Her nipples hardened in his hands, stimulating him even more. His cock was standing up, throbbing as it touched his belly. He swore it was bigger than it had ever been before. If he hadn't already cum twice, he would have exploded again by now.
He bravely leaned over now, kissing her as her tits filled his hands. She smiled inwardly at his sloppy attempt. He needed a lot of coaching, and she was up to the job. She could tell he was totally inexperienced. She pressed her tongue into his mouth. Startled, he went to pull away, stopped, and then yielded to the enjoyment. He got it now, pressing his tongue into her mouth, copying what she had done to him. “You can touch me harder than that sweetie, it won’t hurt me,” she told him softly. He touched her breasts harder as a soft moan escaped from her lips. “Yes, that is better sweetie,” she told him before guiding one of his eager hands down to her panties.
She didn't need to encourage him once he felt her hot mound beneath his hand. He rubbed her panties clumsily reaching between her legs, wanting desperately to touch her naked pussy now. She helped him move her panties down and off her. His hand went back to her now, touching her smooth, shaved mound. Unable to control himself, he slid his hand between her thighs, finding her wet opening as she slightly parted her legs for him. He shoved two fingers into her, feeling her wet juices all over his hand. His cock ached excruciatingly with how turned on he was now. He couldn't believe he had his fingers inside her!
He felt her grasp his shaft again, then playing with his balls lightly, clutching, stroking them before returning to run her hand up and down his hard, full length. He grew a bit bolder, kissing her harder now, thrusting his index and middle finger in and out, fucking her hot and wet opening with his fingers.
She moved his hand away from her, leaned over him and laid him on his back, kissing down his chest, stomach and groin. He laid under her, aching to touch her wet pussy again, his wet hand grasping at her huge breasts before they too move out of his reach. His heart lurched when he felt her warm, wet mouth brush his cock, licking him teasingly. He could barely stand the sweet sensation as she moved between his legs and sucked his balls, his cock standing straight up. She slowly worked her tongue from his balls up the underside of his cock and back, licking up and down the length of him. She enclosed the tip of his cock completely in wet warmth, flicking her tongue in and out of the hole in small rapid circles.
She moved her head up and down now, taking his cock completely in her mouth all the way to the base. He could feel his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, sliding all the way down her throat. She sucked him hard and long and he raised his head to take in the sight of his cock in her mouth. Her smiling, bright green eyes looked straight at him. He drank in the sight, giving himself to her completely, allowing her to have all the control. She pulled her mouth off him, as great globs of thick, gooey saliva trailed from her mouth to his pulsing cock, before she thrust her mouth over him again and continued the hard sucking.
It was more than he could stand. Eric threw his head back, letting out a long low moan of pleasure. Sensing he was close now she again pumped his cock hard with her mouth, letting his throbbing, thick length fill her mouth and throat. She felt him quiver below her as his hot, rigid cock exploded into her, filling her mouth with his white, slightly salty expulsion. “Oh my God!” he screamed. She drank greedily, swallowing all of his cum she could. Some of it dripped from her mouth and she eagerly cleaned it off his shaft, balls and legs as she continued to jack him off. His cock didn’t go down much as she expertly manipulated it with her mouth and hands. Robert always enjoyed this treatment she thought, and then quickly chased the thought away from her brain.
When she was convinced he wasn’t going to lose his hard on, she straddled him. She began to slick up his cock more with her own discharge which had been flowing hard for some time now. She worked his cock into her unused hole slowly at first, then began to ride him hard, bringing him back to fully erect.
“Oh, God! Fuck yes!” she cried as she began to feel the first wave of orgasm coming. “Is mommy's sweet boy happy?” she asked, looking down at him as his hands grasped her breasts as they hung above him. He nodded his head up and down quickly. He was so incredibly happy he couldn't speak. Her full, firm body was all his, after all the years of dreaming. The reality was far greater than the fantasy. He arched his hips up to meet her as she plunged down, riding him hard. He had never experienced this before; his cock had never been inside someone else. The feeling consumed him.
He felt the shudders begin to run though her body, feeling her contractions squeezing his cock inside her. Even in his inexperience, he realized she must be about to cum now. He felt something build inside her, contracting and squeezing him harder. He was briefly worried he was about to cum again too fast for her; tried to think of something else as he had read that helps, but still he felt cum building in his balls. He was distracted with these thoughts when suddenly her body began to shudder through the first wave of hard orgasmic release that had been a very long time coming. She began to scream out in joy.
“Fuck! Oh God! THAT IS SO GOOD! OH, SHIT ERIC!!!” Her head fell back, sending her long black hair cascading all over her back. “Oh, fuck me ... fuck that cunt my sweet boy! SHIT! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!” she yelled all through her pounding orgasm. He was stunned. Was this the same Mrs. Jansen he'd lived next to all these years? The expression on her face and her yelling was all it took as he shot his thick, sticky goo deep into her, climaxing in unison with her. It was not near as much as before but still plenty for her to feel. They thrust together, riding wave after wave of orgasm together before finally subsiding.
Their bodies completely spent now, they both stopped thrusting. She fell forward onto him, lying quietly against him, his cock still inside her as her pussy and his cock quivered together after their release. Her eyes grew sleepy, her mouth wide open as her ragged breaths came forth. He could feel her heart pounding. He lay under her as her beautiful body smothered him, his own heart hammering. He felt so drained that he was worried for a moment he might pass out.
She continued to hold him inside her as she laid on him, kissing him, quietly talking to him; calling him her sweetie, her boy, her little man. He had never felt so good in all his life. All those years he'd fantasized about this and it didn't even come close to the real deal. He would never be the same again. She had unlocked something in him that was an incredible gift. An awakening. Love. She was the mother he had always wanted and now the lover he needed, all rolled into one. He didn't ever want her to get up off him.
She whispered to him as she lay on him. She began to tell him of a plan that she'd forged. A sweet plan for both of them. He had been intending to return to his school after the summer, but she told him if he'd stay, she'd pay for his enrollment to City College in town. That way, he wouldn't have to leave at the end of summer. As far as his parents would know, he'd gotten a scholarship to the school. They laughed at their little joke - it would be a free ride, so to speak.