Loading...Patrice Mueller couldn’t suppress a resigned sigh as she looked around the living room. It wasn’t that it was dirty; it was that it looked fine. The whole house looked fine: a tastefully appointed exemplar of a white bread middle class dwelling. It was tidy, warm and cozy without a hint of ostentation.
Kind of like how Patty (as everyone except telemarketers called her) felt about herself. She was pretty in a maternal sort of way, with a soft ivory face specked by freckles and framed by cascading red curls — although some dye was necessary to keep the ever encroaching gray at bay. Maybe she was a bit more “full figured” than she liked, but in the loose clothing she generally favored, some extra curves helped more than they hurt. Besides, she had always been the kind of extraverted “soccer mom” who had naturally drawn others into her orbit. Everyone who knew her was accustomed to seeing a smile on her full lips and a welcoming twinkle in her deep brown eyes. Pleasant and attractive, but not extraordinarily so, she was just like her house. Just like her life.
With no more tidying up left, Patty wasn’t entirely sure what to do next. She had burned up all of her excuses to get out this week: shopping, bridge, a few visits and so forth. All that was left was an abyss of free time. George was off working, the kids were all out of the house permanently or else doing their eclectic “stuff” on which they steadfastly refused to elaborate, and all the household affairs were in order. She had to wait until someone made it home and then try to squeeze some conversation out of the poor soul.
Patty remembered her college days when reading Betty Friedan had been all the rage. She had been horrified by the images Friedan conjured up of legions of housewives sitting quietly at home and asking themselves “Is this it? Is this all there is?” When she had started working Patty had sworn never to join their ranks, throwing herself against the glass ceiling with abandon. People around the office had all expected big things from her; she was one of the generation that was going to shatter the gender gap.
Then she and George had Eric. That was alright; some maternity leave and then a little day care and everything would be fine. Then came Matt. Then Charles. Then Daniel. She been hesitant to start using protection with her husband because she really wanted another girl around the house, but George had just kept serving up Y chromosomes. Eventually she had given in to the voice of reason and got on the pill, but not before it was amply clear that four boys would keep her too occupied for a job. She complained, of course, but had secretly relished being able to spend so much time with them, just watching as they grew, developed their own personalities and just became themselves. And it had kept her busy, busier than her job ever had.
Now Eric was off working and Matt and Charles were in college. Daniel was finishing up high school and was too busy for his mother. So here she was, wondering, “Is this it? Is this all there is?”
After giving another quick glance around the room, Patty plopped down on the couch and picked up the book she’d been reading. It was some trashy Harlequin, where the heroine couldn’t stand the rakish cad (British! How exciting!) who was courting her until their fabulous sex straightened her out. Ah, what women’s liberation had become! Patrice had considered having an affair once, just to see if she could still muster that kind of passion, but the idea had been fleeting. She was entirely too responsible for such things. Besides, she doubted that there were that many dashing English nobles waiting to sweep forty-something housewives off their feet.
Patty idly fidgeted with the wedding ring on her finger, a reminder that she was in now, for better or worse. There wasn’t any reason to go out and compete with pretty young things. Like that Katy girl that Daniel was going out with. Patty had only met her a few times, but had been more than a little taken in by the girl’s gregarious nature. And she had the kind of earnest cuteness of which Disney Channel stars are made. Well, if boys went for girls like their mothers then Patty was more than a little flattered by her son’s taste.
Patrice drifted back off that tangent of thought, returning to her novel. The eligible young lady was telling the beguiling duke what a charlatan he was, even as he pulled her into his arms. She struggled a little, he persisted, his lips bearing down on hers. Shocked fury yielded to passion as she surrendered to him, letting him ravish her…
As she gave herself to the words on the page, Patty sensed a familiar tingle, almost a lightness, between her legs. She could feel her nipples press into the cup cups of her bra. She squirmed a little on the couch, pressing her thighs together. Oh what the hell, she hadn’t had a good run at herself in a while and it wasn’t like she was putting something off. Her fingers deftly slipped under the waistband of the sweats she wore around the house, then plunged into her panties. She sucked in a short breath as she found her clit, navigating little circles around it. Patrice could put Yo Yo Ma to shame at playing her own cello, and soon found a nice smooth rhythm that had her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. She could feel the flush spreading over her face as the delicious tension built in her. If this was all there was left for her, maybe it wasn’t so bad. Was it?
******
Katy Yun was pissed. Pissed at Mrs. Hollenbeck for the ‘B’, pissed at her mother for making such a big deal over it and pissed at herself for breaking down and storming out of the house. It was the beginning of February and, and here she was standing on the street in a sleeveless top and jeans, crying her eyes out. God, she must have looked like a reject from Jerry Springer!
It had been stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. One of those impulsive teen moments where things just made sense at the time. Where to go now? She couldn’t just go back inside, let her mother see her slink back in defeat. She couldn’t take that cold, knowing stare of victory, of superiority. She also couldn’t just stand there freezing.
First thing first, she needed to get a grip on herself. After a few sniffles, she managed to bring her tears under control. It wasn’t the first time she’d butted heads with her mother, but it was definitely one of the worst.
“If you didn’t spend so much time running around with boys!” her mother had screed like a fire and brimstone preacher, her finger jabbing into Katy’s face. Something in Katy had snapped, and she yelled at her mother to shut up. Almost in slow motion a cacophony of rage, shock and thousand other emotions ran across her mother’s face. Katy wished she could have taken the words back, but it was too late. Her mother had unleashed a torrent of English and Chinese, switching between the two almost at random. Katy hadn’t caught everything, but she was pretty sure “slut” and “disgrace” were repeated fairly often. Soon they were both yelling over each other and at some point Katy started crying. Then she started storming out. And then there she was, standing on a street corner sobbing.
It wasn’t that her mother had come down on her about the grade; that Katy could understand. She had been disappointed in herself over it. It was the way her mother had to drag Daniel into it. She went out with one boy, and a nice one at that, and her mother thought she would become prostitute or something. Why couldn’t her mom just let her live a little like a normal parent?
Then it hit her. Daniel only lived a little over a block away, she could head over there. Was he working on the paper today? No harm in checking at least. She set off down the street.
******
Patty’s fingers sped up around her clit, she could feel herself on the very verge of release. She forced herself to slow down, to savor it. She’d been close a few times, but this was her treat to herself, she wanted to bask in it. One hand held the book, now forgotten and open on her belly, while the other teased the top of the cleft between her labia. God she was so wet. How long had it been? No matter, she was getting close again. She’d finish this time – it would be glorious!
“Ding,” the doorbell chimed at exactly the wrong time.
Patty thought she could finish off. Just work a bit faster… Almost there…
“Ding,” the bell insisted.
Shit, thought Patty as the swung her legs over the edge of the couch. She wiped her hand on a nearby paper towel and then straightened out her hair as best she could. No time for a mirror check. Did she smell like arousal? Oh well, give the town something to talk about.
“Coming,” she declared as she shuffled down the stairs. Some cynical part of her brain couldn’t resist mumbling, “Don’t I wish?”
She cracked the door open, and as soon as she saw who was waiting outside, all thoughts of her pending date with her fingers was forgotten. It was Katy, Daniel’s girlfriend, and she looked terrible. She was standing there quivering in the cold, her normally bright brown eyes were red and puffy, her usually glossy dark hair was frazzled and whole demeanor just seemed… defeated. As soon as this registered in her head Patty threw open the door, ratty t-shirt and pants be damned.
“Are you okay Katy?” It was all she could think to ask.
Katy looked startled for a second, her lips forming around silent words before they pulled up into one of the most fragile smiles that Patty had ever seen.
“Yeah… is Daniel home?”
Her voice had the rough quality of someone who had been crying far too recently, and Patty felt a surge of maternal instinct. She hadn’t been able to baby children since at least when Daniel had started Junior High, and this poor girl could use some care. Her waifish figure and sad gaze just made Patty want to nurture her, to see her return to her smile. Patty had an image in her head of Daniel’s last birthday party, with Katy almost stealing the spotlight with her vivacious grins and gregarious laughter.
“No, he’s out and about, but please, come in.”
“No, that’s okay.” Katy’s voice cracked a little as she spoke, and she quickly looked away. “I don’t want to, you know, impose.”
“Please, I insist,” Patty replied, reaching out and putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder.
She was wearing a thin sleeveless top, so Patty could feel the warmth of her skin, the delicate ridge of her shoulder, and the small shivers from the cold. Katy looked up at Patty. Her eyes were wide, vulnerable.
“Um, okay,” Katy smiled back up at Patty again, and this time there was some real warmth in it.
As she stepped across the threshold of the house, she nervously clasped her hands before her and stepped out of her flip flops, as though she’d never been inside before. Well, she hadn’t without Daniel, Patty reminded herself. Better make her feel at home.
“Come on,” Patty coaxed, putting a hand on Katy’s back and nudging her towards the couch.
When the girl settled in, Patty went to the kitchen and put some water on. She returned to see Katy with her hands in her lap, fidgeting as she stared intently at nothing in particular. Patty sat next to the girl, resting a hand tentatively on her knee. Katy smiled back coyly. Deciding to test her luck, Patty got comfortable on the couch and started to probe.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“Just… drama.” The smile stayed on Katy’s face, but something about her whole bearing changed. Every part of her seemed to slump just a little.
Patty pursed her lips, not sure of what to do now. If the girl didn’t want to talk about it, then she did not want to talk about it. She really didn’t know what else she could possibly find to talk about with an 18 year old girl — good housekeeping?
Fortunately Katy solved that problem.
“I’m sorry to come over with like this,” she said, bowing her head apologetically. “You probably have better things to do then relive high school.”
“A bored housewife like me? Normally we have to watch soaps just to scare up something to keep us busy.”
As soon as she said it, Patty realized that trivializing this girl’s problems was probably not the best idea. Katy still obliged her with a polite chuckle, but after that a silence settled between the two. It gave Patty a second to consider the girl (young woman?) before her. Patty didn’t know that much about her own son’s girlfriend, but everything she did spoke to a certain goodness. Even as Katy sat there, distant and distracted, it was obvious that her face was better suited to smiles than tears. Something deep in Patty’s being yearned to break through the icy formality, to be something to this girl other than her boyfriend’s mother who happened to be present. To be a source of comfort and support. But the icy formality remained, an invisible suffocating smog that stretched time into an awkward expanse. The tea pot saved them both this time, letting out a shrill whistle. Patty smiled politely at her guest, stood, and scurried off to the kitchen. After some clatter of tea cups, Patty called out a simple question. “Green, peppermint or raspberry?”
“Green, please,” Katy said with a practiced politeness.
Patty came back, carefully balancing the two saucers and handed one to Katy. They both drank in silence, with Patty studying Katy and Katy hunched over her tea and sipping it deeply, almost like the was trying to hide in her cup. When they were both done they placed the saucers off to the side. The silence was back, and awkward as ever.
At last Patty decided to press the issue, putting her hand on the side of the girl’s face and guiding her gaze to Patty’s eyes. Her skin was so soft and smooth, Patty even had a passing thought about how soft her lips must be. Yeah, Daniel was lucky.
“Katy, I know something’s wrong. You can talk to me, and I don’t like seeing you like this.” There was a note of firmness in Patty’s voice, but also a deep reservoir of sympathy. As she spoke, she gently brushed a wayward lock of hair away from the girl’s face.
Katy swallowed, and bit her lower lip. She looked down for a moment, then began to speak — slowly, deliberately.
“I just… I just wish my mother understood me better, you know?” Katy appeared lost in thought, picking each word like the bomb squad would pick wires. “I mean, I know things have been tough for her lately, and I know a lot of it is just her frustration…”
Patty decided against asking what Katy’s mother was going though. She’d just let the girl talk, say what she needed to say.
“I don’t…” Tears welled up in Katy’s eyes as her voice choked over the words. Before Patty could do anything the poor thing was wracked by a sobbing fit. “I don’t like feeling like a failure!”
Patty couldn’t restrain herself. She flung her arms around the petite teenager, drawing her close, nestling Katy’s head against her soft bosom. Katy pressed herself tightly to Patty’s reassuring form, quaking as all the feelings she had tried to bury came pouring out.
“No matter what I do, I just fuck up. I wish I was good enough. I mean, even this, just get past it. Right? But here I am… I’m so sorry, I mean, you have better stuff to do than waste your time on me.” Katy was almost incomprehensible. Hysterical, that was the word for it.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Patty tried to comfort her, running her fingers through the Katy’s silky hair. She couldn’t help but notice the soft, faintly tangy scent that must have been from her shampoo. “You’re wonderful Katy. Never say any different. And you’re definitely not a waste of time. I see the glow on Daniel’s face after he’s been with you, and I know what a wonderful person you are.”
The soothing words seemed to calm Katy, who stopped quaking with sobs and just held herself close to Patty, clinging tightly to the older woman. Looking down at her, Patty realized just how genuinely she cared for this girl. And meant every word she had said.
At that moment — she would never entirely understand why — Patty was suddenly gripped by a compulsion. Before she could even think about it she found herself craning her neck to plant a kiss on the top of Katy’s head, just where the light shone on her glossy hair, lingering for a moment. She felt Katy tense up against her, but she didn’t pull away.
Patty pulled back, surprised by her own action and ashamed of the way it made her feel. She was wet again. That wasn’t right, she meant to take care of Katy, not exploit her for some sick fantasy! She was her son’s girlfriend for goodness sake!
“I’m sorry, that was a bit out of bounds,” Patty apologized, diverting her eyes, feeling a blush rising in her cheeks. Or was it a flush? After a few moments, Patty looked back at the nervous young thing pressed against her.
Katy was gazing up at the older woman, her eyes glistening with tears, but they had stopped falling. Her face was smooth — emotionless almost, but her eyes were full of apprehension, confusion — and longing.
Patty was helpless against the look, and found her fingers tracing the gently curve of the girl’s cheek. Katy parted her lips slightly. Maybe she meant to say something. Maybe she was longing for a kiss. Maybe her nose was stuffed up from crying and she just needed to breathe. It didn’t really matter to Patty.
“You’re so beautiful,” Patty whispered, leaning in to Katy, closing her eyes as her lips sought the younger girl’s. She noticed that Katy didn’t pull back as their lips brushed by each other. Patty had been with a few women in college, more or less as a political/curious thing, but now she was so aroused it made her dizzy. Just feeling Katy pressed against her, letting Patty kiss her.
Patty pulled back for a moment and felt Katy’s chest rise, pressing against her as she breathed in. Feeling dazed, Patty leaned back in, pressing her lips to the girl’s again, her hand meandering down to the swell of her breast, her palms pressing into the malleable flesh, manipulating it softly as Patty pressed forward, making Katy lean against the arm of the couch. Patty’s tongue snaked into Katy’s mouth, exploring, caressing.
Katy relaxed into the kiss, her own tongue tentatively meeting the older woman’s; learning the game then playing it. Slowly she became more aggressive, her arms wrapping around Patty, caught up in the moment.
When Patty pulled back, Katy found herself gasping. She hadn’t even noticed that she needed to come up for air! And suddenly the reality of what she was doing crashed back into perspective. This was her boyfriend’s mother! They had just gotten carried away, that was it. She had just needed someone to hold her, to comfort her. No need to let this get out of hand. That was all it was.
“I should go.” The words spurted from her. Her heart was racing, fear and a giddy rush mixing so thoroughly that she wasn’t sure there was a difference between the two. She needed some time to compose herself, to figure out what was going through her head.
“Katy,” Patty began cautiously, placing her hand high on Katy’s thigh. She couldn’t believe what she was doing, but she needed it. Needed to feel this way. She was speaking to herself as much as Katy. “I know this is really fast…really really fast. But seeing you there, I think you need this as much as me. I want to take care of you — to give you pleasure — right here, right now. No one else needs to hear about it. Ever. If you want me to stop, just say so and I will, I promise.”
Patty’s hand slid up Katy’s thigh, to the button on her jeans. Katy’s eyes followed the hand’s slow advance — she even put her own on it — but she didn’t apply any force to hinder it. Her lips opened, then closed, and opened again, until she just scrunched her face in confusion.
“If you’ll stay, just let me take care of you,” Patty said, a throaty quality seeping into her voice.
She fumbled a bit before she undid the button, then eased the zipper down with a soft buzz. It sounded like an earthquake to the two women. Patty eased her fingers past the elastic band of Katy’s underwear, feeling the soft fur around the teenager’s womanhood. Viscous dampness coated Patty’s fingers as she felt around for Katy’s labia, then she felt her way up, finding the little nub she was looking for. Katy shuddered as her boyfriend’s mom teased at her clitoral hood, easing out her bud. A flush rose in the girl’s face as she let out a ragged breath.
“Mrs. Mueller,” she moaned, her shoulders rolling back as she seemed to melt into the couch. Mrs. Mueller didn’t sound right — it was so cold, so impersonal.
Paty planted a kiss on Katy’s temple, then another on her ear, nibbling at it for a moment before she spoke, her voice firm but sensuous.
“Call me mommy.”
“Mommy,” Katy moaned, savoring the words intimate and sensuous sweetness as Patty pinched her clit and rolled it. Patty felt a thrill shoot through her body. She had no idea where it had come from, but when Katy said “Mommy” — her voice dripping with longing and affection — it was almost too much. This beautiful, tender human being was giving herself to Patty, and Patty was going to care for her.
Patty pulled her hand out of Katy’s panties, then slipped off the couch, kneeling before it. At first Katy looked perplexed, but as Patty spread Katy’s knees and hooked her fingers around the teen’s open jeans and panties, shocked realization dawned on her face. At the subtle tug, Katy lifted her hips and watched as her bottom half was laid bare. Patty lovingly teased the soft black curls of pubic hair with her finger, then stroked the folds of moist skin as she planted little kisses along Katy’s thighs. Katy had no idea what to do, just quivering and whimpering as she felt Patty’s tongue move along the crease where her thigh met her torso; the moist trail it left felt like ice on her over heating nether regions.
Patty smiled up at the teenager as she spread her outer labia with her fingers, then pushed in to the now gasping girl, easing steadily forward until she felt her hymen. Well! Now she knew that Daniel had not been sleeping around! She ran her thumbs up and down the inner pussy lips, coaxing the girl further open, her young womanhood hungry for the sensation. Patty planted a long, slow tongue kiss on the girl’s honey pot, tasting the salty, faintly acidic juices.
Katy, for her part, was lost in new, overpowering sensations. The hunger she had not even realized she was feeling had been stoked into a voracious, passionate need. Her hips bucked of their own accord and she felt totally helpless, except to whimper now and then.
“Mommy, please!”
She needed this — needed it so bad that nothing else even crossed her mind. The need would have terrified her if it hadn’t crowded out all of her other feelings.
Through half-closed eyes, Katy noticed Patty move her lips up, hovering right above her clit. She could feel the warm breath moving over her privates. The teasing brushes of air as Patty exhaled made her writhe in an ecstatic agony of craving. Patty’s hand was moving over her lower lips, and there was something cool on her finger. A wedding ring! The thought penetrated Katy’s hazy consciousness and made her groan. This was so wrong, she wasn’t like this. She was a reserved, proper, heterosexual, innocent teen and the woman between her thighs was her boyfriend’s loving, amiable, married mother. Only she was kneeling between Katy’s thighs. And it felt so right.
At last the sensation came, knocking all those thoughts out of Katy’s head. Patty flicked her tongue over Katy’s button, and Katy nearly jumped out of her skin. She arched her back, tossing her head in a gasp of blissful surprise as she clenched her hands into little fists. Then she felt Patty use her lips on her nub, sliding back and forth on it. Katy felt like every ounce of pleasure she could possible feel was being drawn together, compressed, the pressure building until it was too much to bear.
Until it exploded.
“Mommy!” might have been what she yelled as the orgasm hit her like a seizure, her whole body lifting from the couch for a moment in bacchanalian euphoria before she collapsed back, feeling drained, limp, exhausted and wonderful. Sensation ran through her body, each pulse of her pounding heart making her sex throb, each nerve tingling under some invisible aura of pleasure, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She could feel the thin sheen of sweat coating her and her legs felt like wet noodles, but it didn’t bother her. Everything felt right. Perfect.
Her breathing was coming down, her senses returning. Maybe she should say something, do something. She couldn’t; she felt too mellow. She just wanted to lie there, feeling this lightness of being, feeling the weightlessness of her body, her form in space. She remembered seeing a picture of Bernini’s St. Theresa in Ecstasy twisting in orgasmic passion, and some hazy thought formed wondering what the Katy in Ecstasy must have looked like.
She barely registered Mrs. Mueller-Mommy — standing up and caressing her hair. Katy loved her Mommy’s touch. She felt so safe, so content — so passive. All she could manage in response to the tender touch was a low “Unnhh.”
Patty giggled like a schoolgirl.
“You, my dear Katy, have the afterglow of a very well fucked woman,” she quipped with more than a touch of pride before giving Katy a peck on her nose followed by a more lingering kiss on her lips. They were as soft as she had imagined.
“Thank you Mrs… Mommy,” Katy caught herself, feeling the transcendent ecstasy seep from her. “I’ve never felt anything like that. I think I needed it.”
Brushing her nose past Katy’s, Patty chortled.
“Yeah, that was an impressive orgasm! I’m more than a bit envious right about now.”
Katy blushed, and looked embarrassed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever, uh, come before,” she seemed to shrink back a little, as though it were some shameful secret.
“So I’m your first? Hope it lived up to your expectations,” Patty teased, winking the girl. Caressing the side of Katy’s face, she continued, “Did you ever try to have one on your own?”
Katy looked even more embarrassed, if that was possible.
“Yeah, but it was just so awkward.”
Katy gave a little start as she realized how selfish she was being.
“Um, thank you, but you didn’t get to, you know, did you?”
Patty’s smile deepened as she pinched Katy’s cheek affectionately.
“So thoughtful, but don’t worry. I can make it up on my own. I’m just glad you’re feeling better.”
“Much. But I want to. I want to, you know, pleasure you.” Katy’s tone had a pleading edge to it, and Patty was hardly in the mood to deny her.
“Have you ever given head to a boy her girl before?”
Katy didn’t quite meet her eye. She looked so much like a guilty puppy that Patty couldn’t resist the urge to playfully tap her on the head and laugh.
“To Daniel, huh? How was it? It’s okay. Parents aren’t that naïve about their children’s sex lives!”
Katy smiled wanly up at her new Mommy.
“It was only once, on his 18th birthday. I told him I had a special present, and when he asked for it I told him.”
“And? How was it? I’ve always been a fan of having a nice, juicy cock between my lips.”
Katy was taken aback by hearing such a vulgar statement from such a nice looking older woman, but she realized that given the context it was hardly surprising.
“I guess it went okay, except when he said he was about to come. I was surprised, so I pulled back.” Katy’s grin had a distinctly wry flavor. “When I put my hand on to guide him back in he sort of sprayed me in the face. Got in my hair and everything.”
“Yuck,” sympathized a laughing Patty as she pulled Katy in close to shower kisses on her. “Did he at least pay you back?”
“Well, he tried on my 18th, but it really grossed him out.”
“Hm, it appears my son needs a stern lecture on the etiquette of oral sex.”
Seeing the look of abject terror on Katy’s face at the mere suggestion of precipitating such a discussion, Patty lost her straight face.
“Kidding! You’re already so tense after such a wonderful release? I almost feel sorry for you! Anyways, if you want to down on me I have not been known to squirt.”
Katy looked puzzled. “Can a girl?”
Patty shrugged. “Some claim they do, but I have not actually seen it.”
That got another confused look out of Katy, but she didn’t dwell on it long.
“Should I get on my knees like you?”
“Oh no, if I’m going to enjoy you I want it somewhere more sensuous than a living room couch! Grab your pants and come with me,” said Patty, rising to her feet.
Katy followed suit and Patty immediately realized that the girl had leaked onto her couch. Oh well, no need to embarrass her anymore. She would deal with it later. In the meantime, she took the petite Asian’s hand and led her to the master bedroom before shutting the door behind them. As Katy drank in her new surroundings, Patty took off her top, exposing a conservative bra straining against her large tits — as a woman who hovered on the border between C and D she opted for the smaller cup size figuring that it would fit her better when she shaved off a few pounds. When Katy turned around, she looked surprised to see them so close. She moved her delicate hands so that they were hovering over the orbs, almost like she was warming them at a fire.
“May I, Mommy?” Katy implored eagerly, but with a note of apprehension, like a child asking if they really could go to the circus.
“Of course,” Patty replied with a smile.
Reverently, Katy let her fingers trace along the soft slope; the act was almost worshipful. She’s always noticed other girls’ breasts, but had assumed it was a normal aesthetic assessment. Now she understood her own curiosity so much better.
“I’ve always wanted bigger ones,” she said absently.
“Don’t be silly, yours are beautiful on you and I regret not savoring them more. Too much rush. Next time, I suppose.” Patty paused at Katy’s startled look, then continued. “If there is a next time. Besides, these came with the kids and they never quite got back the shape or firmness they used to have.”
As she spoke, Patty brushed a finger over Katy’s still covered breast. “So are you going to take it off or not?”
Katy reached around the older woman and fidgeted with the hook. She wasn’t used to undoing a bra from this angle, but then she popped it open, admiring how the bra tightened around her Mommy’s tits. As the undergarment slipped away it exposed the delectably plump nipples on pale aureolae, slightly stretched with the sag of the breast.
Katy carefully lowered her mouth to one, then took it between her lips, suckling with the earnest innocence of a newborn. She was, after all, entering a whole new, strange and exciting world. When she felt the nipple was as stiff as it could be, she moved to the other one. After a little while there, she felt her Mommy’s hands on her shoulders, guiding her to her knees.
Patty walked away to the bed and sat down, beckoning her with a finger. When Katy started to get up, Patty just shook her head and Katy understood. She crawled towards her Mommy on her hands and knees, her ass swaying behind her. Patty slipped her pants and panties down until they scrunched around her ankles, then lay back on her elbows, spreading her thighs just as Katy reached her. Katy immediately moved towards the glistening slit, but Patty placed a hand on her head, restraining her.
“Patience dear, you have to savor it. Start with my feet and work your way up.”
Katy gave a nod of confirmation. Patty’s panties were still scrunched around her ankles, and Katy realized that they were clearly part of the process. Reverently, she took hold of their folds and eased them over Patty’s feet, pressing her face to them and taking in their perfume as she watched Mommy’s eyes. Putting the panties aside, she lowered her face until it was almost touching the floor, and then kissed each toe. Patty lifted her foot and Katy obediently licked the sole.
Some part of her realized that this should have been gross, but looking up at her Mommy and seeing the satisfaction and approval on her face whipped that thought from her mind. She wanted to please her Mommy, give her back some of the feeling she had just enjoyed. Patty giggled at the tickling sensation and wiggled her toes. Again, Katy moved to obey the unspoken command, sucking on the big toe, sliding her tongue around it.
“Good girl,” Patty purred. “Now come up, slowly — there’s no rush.”
Katy slowly kissed up the calf, dragging her tongue along occasionally, then sucking at a bit of skin. The salty taste of skin mixed with the encouraging sighs from her Mommy were constantly urging her on to try new ways to give pleasure.
Patty let out a gasp as her girl’s lips found a sensitive spot on her Achilles tendon. Yes, ‘her’ girl she realized. She had brought Katy into sexual maturity and claimed her in a way. No matter what happened, nothing could ever alter that.
Finally Katy reached the end of Patty’s leg and she started kissing around her glistening mons. She paused for a moment as she prepared to cross her own personal Rubicon and truly eat another woman out. But only for a moment. Extending her tongue and placing it at the bottom of the slit, she took one long, slow lick from the bottom to the top. Her Mommy groaned as her tongue completed its trek, so she started to lap more rapidly, hoping to please her.
Patty reached down between her legs and started rubbing little circles right above her pussy lips, panting.
“Up here, my clit!”
Katy licked up Patty’s womanhood again, gently nuzzling the hood away and replacing it with her tongue, swirling and licking. Katy managed to get her lips around the clitoris, like she remembered older woman doing, but Patty’s hips suddenly lifted shifted and it slipped away. Still, she tried to keep going over it with her tongue, moving it as fast as she could, trying to flick Patty’s button with each stroke.
“Good girl, keep going, use your fingers and lips with your tongue!” Patty encouraged her little protégée. She was clumsy, but her earnest enthusiasm and honest desire to please were far more important.
Katy brought her fingers to her Mommy’s labia, and kept trying to get her lips on the button, but her tongue was getting tired. She tried to push on, but she just didn’t have the stamina.
Patty realized that Katy was slowing down, and that her girl was struggling to keep pace. She would learn, for now she had done more than enough.
“That’s good sweetie,” she moaned, gently pushing the teen’s head back.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Katy said, doubt and shame creeping into her voice. She didn’t want to fail her new Mommy.
“No, no and a thousands times no apologies! You were wonderful. It takes a little practice dear, but you are off to a good start,” said Patty, sitting up and patting her girl’s head. Katy just nodded sullenly, so Patty cupped her face and guided it up so she could see Patty’s smile. The warmth and caring of her Mommy planted a matching smile on Katy’s lips.
“Please, I want you to come,” Katy pleaded, her voice trailing off for a second before she continued. “I’ll work hard, learn how to give it to you myself, but I need to see you satisfied with this… with me.”
Patty’s heart skipped a beat as she realized how much Katy needed her, not just for sex, but for something so much deeper. And that unlike sex, which could be a quick fix with a fuck buddy, Katy needed someone there to nurture her. And Patty knew she needed to nurture.
“I will,” Patty said breathily, reaching down between her legs, moving her fingers over her exposed clit and looking at the kneeling girl before her. She looked so innocent, so pure, so devoted. As Patty felt her eyes glaze over with her imminent orgasm she spoke to Katy, her voice throaty with lust.
“Tell Mommy how hard you will work.”
It took Katy a few moments to get her bearings, but she was bright and figured it out quick enough.
“I will lick your pussy everyday Mommy, until I can make you come. Make you feel like you made me feel. Time and time again. I’ll give it my all…”
“Tell me again,” gasped Patty, flushed and gasping. “Say it again. Look at me…”
“Mommy, I will eat your pussy and…”
Just as Katy was unsure of what to say next her Mommy’s hips bucked and her eyes clamped shut as her low moans announced the arrival of orgasm. She collapsed back onto the sheets, moaning and rolling from side to side as her clit pulsed under her fingers. Then she just lay there for a minute or so, recovering from the tsunami that had taken her. Still breathless, Patty raised her fingers towards Katy, who silently took them her mouth, savoring the flavor of her Mommy’s satisfaction.
“Good girl,” said Patty, still breathing hard, when she was able to speak again. “Come up here and snuggle with Mommy.”
Katy crawled onto the bed, and as soon as she got on it her Mommy pulled her into a spooning position.
“I’m sorry I didn’t make you come,” said Katy. “I wish I could have made you feel as good as you made me.” It was an awkward apology, but one Katy felt she had to make.
“Katy, for the first time in I have no idea how long, you made me feel alive, like I was actually important to another person. What’s a few moments of spasming pleasure next to that?”
“Don’t say that,” Katy said forlornly. “Daniel loves you, you know.”
“Hmph, I know. But he’s a teenage boy and you should know what that means — didn’t even remember Mother’s Day.”
With those words, Patty slid her hands into Katy’s top and pulled the girl closer to her. Katy, for her part, fitted into her Mommy’s curves as best she good, the calm letting a thousand questions run through her brain.
Had she really meant what she said about working so hard to please this woman? On one hand she had never felt so good — so content. That was it, Katy realized. It wasn’t like the rest of her life, with thousands of pressures and expectations. She didn’t have to worry about her mother freaking out. It was a little vacation from reality. On the other hand, could she really keep this out separate from the rest of her life? What about her real mother? What about her boyfriend, her Mommy’s (Mrs. Mueller’s) son? What about her studies? What about Mr. Mueller?
Katy felt a little kiss on her head and Mommy’s gentle fingers teasing their way through her dark hair, and she knew that all those question would wait.
***
Katy wasn’t sure when she had drifted off to sleep, but the sound of footsteps woke her with a jolt. Mrs. Mueller (or was she still Mommy even though playtime was over?) heard it too, and jolted upright beside her. In a flurry of clothes they both got presentable and entered the hallway. It was Daniel, home from the paper and he looked a little startled to see his mom and his girlfriend both in the house and looking frazzled.
“Hey mom, hey Katy,” he said slowly, his eyes moving quizzically from one to the other. “Something going on?”
“Oh, Katy just dropped by to see you, I told her you were out but that she was welcome to stay,” Patrice Mueller said pleasantly to her son. “I guess I’ll let you talk. Oh, and Katy, feel free to borrow this.”
Patty went to a closet and grabbed a warm coat several sizes to big for the girl, then hastily made her exodus, leaving the two teens in the hallway.
“Uh — Thanks!” Katy smiled at Daniel and tried to look calm, but it came off as a little jumpy.
“What’s with you two? You look like you just had a wrestling match or something?” Daniel asked.
“Oh, you know, girl stuff. I’ve actually got to get home before my parents call the cops or something, but yeah, your mom is awesome. When’s her birthday? We should get her something nice. I mean, I’ll chip in, she is totally sweet. Anyways, I’ll call you after I check in with my folks!”
Katy didn’t even pause for a moment, giving Daniel a peck on the cheek and scurrying out the door, barely remembering to retrieve her flip flops.
Daniel, thus steamrolled, just shook his head and went to do some homework.