Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  "Bobby, sweetie. Everyone goes through that awkward time when they are maturing. I kind of like your shyness. Most men would fuck me and run to brag to their friends if they had the chance. I like your sweetness."

  He lay there with her head on his chest and softly said "Thank you."

  Kayla was glad she had her face turned so Bobby couldn't see the smile on her face and the tears in her eyes. After a minute or two Kayla composed herself and turned to look at him. "Would you like to take a shower with me?" Then she licked all around his nipple before getting up from the bed. Like most 18 year old boys given the chance to take a shower with a beautiful woman, Bobby flew off the bed. Kayla smiled at him and took his hand as they walked to the bathroom naked.

  After getting the water regulated they both stepped in under the pounding body jets. Kayla reached for a sponge and some soap and worked up a lather and started washing Bobby's body. For some reason Kayla had always found showers very erotic. It was a desire her husband didn't share, but the way Bobby was looking at her told her he would be different. Bobby held his hands at her hips as she worked up a thick lather on him and then she set the sponge down and pulled Bobby to her. Kayla just barely moved. Letting Bobby feel the way her wet body felt against his soapy body.

  Bobby seemed to be becoming more comfortable as his hands slipped around to Kayla's backside and pulled her into him and he leaned down and gave Kayla an open mouth kiss. Kayla enjoyed Bobby being more aggressive and responded with a soft moan of her own. As they kissed Bobby reached over and got the sponge and started using it on Kayla's back. He started off around her shoulders, but soon his hands were on her ass, spreading the suds all over her. He even felt brave enough to let his fingers slip between her cheeks.

  As they kissed Bobby asked her to turn around and Kayla gladly did as he asked. Making sure to press her backside against him. As he lathered up the sponge Kayla reached behind her and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Bobby then reached over her shoulders and started to slowly soap up her breasts. Soon the sponge hit the floor and he was using his hands to work the soap in. Kayla felt his confidence growing as he was now using more strength to handle them. Before, it was almost like he was afraid he would hurt her. Now he was deeply massaging them. Making sure to pay special attention to her nipples.

  "Oh yeah Bobby. Keep doing that right there." Kayla said as he softly pulled her nipples. Kayla had one hand stroking Bobby and one hand rubbing her clit. Then Bobby bent down and nuzzled her neck and Kayla lost it. "Oh fuck Bobby!! I'm going to cum!" Kayla was rocking back and forth. Her backside rubbing against Bobby as she got closer and closer to her release. Then Bobby slid one hand down to where Kayla's hand was at and she exploded Her entire body started trembling and she came like she hasn't in a very long time. She actually felt her knees give way and Bobby ended up holding her up.

  Poor Bobby was scared that something was wrong so he turned the water off and gently carried her out of the shower back to the bed. "Mrs. Taylor? Are you alright?" He said as he tenderly dried her off.

  Kayla looked up at his sweet, tender face and smiled. "Bobby, that was fucking amazing! Wow. I haven't cum like that in ages." She could see the look of concern in Bobby's face and moved over in the bed so he could lay back down. When he lay back down with her she turned his head toward her and softly kissed him. "It's my turn to say thank you."

  They drifted off to sleep together and slept for a couple hours. Kayla woke up and Bobby was still sound asleep. That was when she decided to wake him up. She eased down the bed and looked at his limp cock laying across his thigh. Being very careful she reached down and lifted it up with her fingers and brought her mouth down on him. Ever so softly she sucked him into her mouth. Making sure to use her tongue a generous amount of the time. As she sucked on his cock he began to stir and mumble in his sleep. When she dropped down and sucked on his balls Bobby moaned out "Oh yeah Aunt Cindy. That feels so good."

  Kayla smiled at this and said to herself "So little Bobby has a thing for his aunt." She might have to go down to the store to check her out. Right now though, Kayla only had one goal and that was to get him hard again, and let him fuck her. Once he was hard she eased back up his body and straddled him. Then she impaled herself on his hard cock in one smooth motion. This woke Bobby up and Kayla smiled down at him. "Hello sleepy head. I was wondering if you were going to sleep though this."

  Bobby just grinned and placed his hands on her hips before running them up to her large bouncing breasts. Kayla noticed something in Bobby's eyes and before she could ask anything he slipped his hands behind her and pulled her to him. Then in one motion he rolled her over and now he was on top. Kayla let out a small yell as he did it, but then found herself staring up into the eyes of her teenage lover as he started to assert his power. Kayla had to giggle at Bobby's sudden confidence, but Bobby's powerful thrusts turned her giggles into soft moans as he started to pound her.

  As Kayla felt her pussy being pounded she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall as Bobby drove his hard cock into Kayla's wet love tunnel. Bobby's enthusiastic thrusts were pushing Kayla over the edge, and suddenly Kayla's legs tightened around Bobby as she started to cum. The noise of the headboard hitting the wall was now mixed with Kaya's loud groans as she came. As Kayla experienced her orgasm she realized that Bobby wasn't slowing down. He was still pounding her tight pussy.

  Within a couple minutes of Kayla's orgasm she felt another one coming on. Her body still tingling from her last orgasm, she was really trying to make Bobby cum now. She was using every technique she knew. Flexing the muscles in her pussy, Kayla knew her next orgasm wasn't far off, and she wanted Bobby to explode inside her when she came. Right as she felt her body tingling she heard Bobby let out a long groan and she knew he was cumming with her. Kayla felt her entire body spasming under him as she came. Bobby kept driving Kayla into the mattress as his cock spurted his load deep within her. Finally he came to a rest between her legs and laid there panting. Trying his best to catch his breath. Once he semi-recovered he pushed himself off her and laid beside her.

  "Okay, I don't know how you're doing in school, but you just earned yourself an A++ for that performance. Damn, you are one fast learner." Kayla then stumbled over to the small fridge in the corner of the bedroom and grabbed a couple bottles of water, and brought them back to the bed. Then she collapsed back on the bed with Bobby. They propped themselves up on some pillows and sipped their water. They talked about different things. Bobby mostly wanted to know when he could see her again. While Kayla discretely asked about his aunt Cindy.

  During their conversation Kayla caught herself glancing down at Bobby's spent cock. She wanted another taste, but she didn't want Bobby to get in trouble for being out to long. Finally they both decided it was time to get dressed and as Kayla walked him to the door she told Bobby that she would stop by the store this weekend. After a soft kiss goodbye Bobby floated out the door and as she closed it Kayla was thinking about this weekend.

  The End.

  There's Something About Katy

  "Come on guys just a couple more."

  I grunted in response forcing the heavy barbell over my head, sweat pouring down my forehead.

  "Well done guys that was really good."

  I sat up and put the bar down looking at the rest of the class. Wow what a dead bunch. Frankly it had been a flat class, the teacher Katy spoke in a quiet, wispy voice that was kind of demotivating and most people in this weights class were in dire need of conditioning lacking any sense of personality or desire.

  "Ok well lets warm down, grab your hamstring..."

  But nobody was listening the next class had already started flooding in ignorant of the fact Katy was still teaching. I urged her to say something, to stand up for herself. But no. She just stood there helplessly wringing her hands. People were putting their weights away creating a loud clatter. The rudeness of people
never failed to disappoint me. I put my bar back and grabbed my towel mopping my soaking brow. My yellow t-shirt clung to my skin, my black Adidas shorts moist with perspiration. I headed for the showers.

  Katy must have rushed out pretty quick, goodness knows why they always let her cover it – numbers were low and the response she got was minimal. In fairness to her she wasn't that bad, as a weightlifting class it was perfect for me but most of the others found it too hard and wanted more time to lie on a mat pretending to do sit-ups.

  I showered enjoying the cool water against my feverish skin. Fair play to Katy she had worked us hard. I pulled on my black jogging trousers and a white Nike t-shirt slinging my grey hoodie over my shoulder. I climbed the stairs two at a time; the gym always gave me a real spring in my step.

  It was cool outside. Cooler than I expected. I stopped, dropping my gym bag to the ground next to the gym entrance and pulled on the grey hoodie appreciating the warmth of the cotton. I picked up my gym bag but stopped in my tracks.

  Katy was crouched down over a hideous furry leopard print bag. Vintage probably. I hated that term. What did it mean? I had never seen anything remotely attractive that was vintage. Katy seemed to shop vintage only. She always wore an eclectic range of mismatched items that seldom suited her. Take right now for example: she was wearing brown cowboy boots that cut above the ankle with black tights and a tight red skirt that must have been a kids size because it didn't even reach her knees. She had some sort of stripy zebra patterned cardigan which in fact was quite nice but still looked odd when combined with the outfit as a whole particularly when you accounted for her red hair which was tied back messily into a sort of bun.

  I felt bad for her after the class and well she just looked so pitiful crouched over her bag.

  "Hey Katy are you alright?"

  She fell backwards in shock turning to me clearly flustered.

  "Katy I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you!"

  She hurriedly got to her feet self-consciously brushing non-existent dirt from her cardigan.

  "N-no it's quite ok – I'm sorry I was just trying to find something... I..."

  "I just wanted to say thanks for the class I really feel like I worked. It was a proper weights class I wish there were more like that"

  "You liked it? Seriously?"

  "Yeah seriously it was challenging, exactly what it should be."

  "What about the others though they didn't seem to like it did they?"

  "I wouldn't worry about them Katy, seriously they're always like that. It's a dead bunch of people there's nothing that you could do"

  She smiled a little but still seemed deeply upset and so downbeat it showed in every part of her. I guessed she was in her forties; her skin carried a wearied fragility to it, her soft brown eyes forlorn and despondent. It was a shame really as she had a certain cuteness to her: delicate cheekbones, a small button nose and thin lips that she constantly kept biting. Combine this with her haphazardly arranged hair and mismatched attire it really was impossible for you not to pity her. At this exact moment I honestly wanted to hug her and tell her it would get better.

  She had turned to her bag again but didn't appear to be having any more success in finding what she was looking for.

  "Any luck?" I asked her when she ceased her rummaging.

  "No." She replied with a hopeless air.

  "What are you looking for?"

  "I thought I'd brought my jumper and scarf but I must have left them at school."

  Yes, that was right, she taught at a private school in Soho. Primary I think. I struggled to imagine how she could garner the respect of little brats when she failed to gain any from adults at the gym.

  It had started to drizzle and black clouds loomed ominously overhead.

  "Hey Katy do you fancy going for a coffee of something?"

  "Huh? No. I mean no I'm sorry I just...I should get home."

  "Come on it's raining let me buy you a cup of coffee at least until it stops."

  She looked uncertainly back at me.

  "We can talk about how irritating the guy in the white shirt is as the front..."

  She smiled.

  "Ok then where were you thinking?"

  "There's a nice cafe around the corner from here."

  "Ok lets go there then."

  "Here take my hoodie, at least until we get there."

  She shook her head but I insisted.

  "Thank you" She whispered.

  It was a cold evening for September, when the sun was out it was warm but as soon as it went in you knew summer was over and autumn approached.

  "Pretty cold isn't it?" I remarked rubbing my hands together.

  "Y-yes, yes it is...Nik take your jumper back you must be freezing."

  "No don't be silly I'm fine, I'm still warm from the class y'know?"

  "I wasn't going to take it today but Adrian had nobody else so I felt I had to..."

  "Here we are."

  I held the door open and she hurried inside mumbling a breathless thank you. I liked the place a lot. Cafe de Florentine was a great blend of modern and old: all dark mahogany, soft light emitting from oval glass lamps and warm, cosy booths cosseted away in the seemingly endless expanse of the room itself.

  "This place is wonderful how did you find it?" Katy asked breathlessly.

  "I stumbled upon it a couple of weeks ago, it's still kind of unknown you know in that stage between being secret underground and mainstream underground."

  "I've never seen anywhere quite like it."

  "No neither have I, that's what I love about it."

  We walked further in towards the counter. That was what struck me most about the place, the counter was filled with cakes of all shapes and sizes but the menus and staff wouldn't have looked out of place at Starbucks. Come to think of it Starbucks probably owned it – they did own everything after all.

  "What do you want?"

  "Oh just a cup of tea please."

  "What kind?"

  "Oh um..."

  "I'd recommend the Chai it's terrific here."

  "Erm well ok then."

  "Two Chai's and a slice of the coconut drizzle cake please."

  The faceless guy behind the bar silently placed the cake on an ivory gold rimmed plate and then a soft whirring and two Chai's sat on the counter.

  5.23

  "Thanks."

  I handed him the exact change and handed Katy her drink. The server remained silent moving back into the shadows. I led the way over to a far corner of the room I liked: it was a comfortable booth with soft plush raised armchairs that curved around a mahogany table that had one lone blue lamp in the centre emitting a smoky glow.

  I sat down placing my gym bag under the table. Katy squeezed into the booth opposite and sat down rustling in her bag.

  "How much was it Nik?"

  "No Katy it's cool don't worry about it."

  "No I can't let you do that here you go."

  She held out a five pound note. I took her fingers gently and closed them over the note.

  "Katy I said it's on me put your money away."

  She looked at me as if deciding whether to argue but thought better of it putting her money away.

  "Thanks Nik that's really kind of you."

  "Your more than welcome."

  "How did you know how much it was?"

  "Oh it said on the till."

  "Doesn't he speak?"

  "None of the staff speak it's a little disconcerting at first but you get used to it."

  "B-but why?"

  "I really don't know. I kinda see it like a reaction against the fake chatter that you get at other cafe's, you know like in Starbucks where they ask your name and there's this pseudo friendly manner and everything...or maybe they're just rude... I don't know!"

  Katy laughed. She was visibly relaxing her shoulders no longer hunched. She was so fragile it was as if you could blow her over. She sipped her tea.

  "Mmm it's really good."

 
; "I love it they get it just right."

  A few minutes of silence passed. I finished my cake enjoying every mouthful of the silky coconut flavour.

  "So how's school treating you?"

  She looked up from her mug and sighed.

  "It's ok I guess."

  My face must have looked doubtful because she continued.

  "It's another term and another year and it's September. It's hard to see the end in sight."

  "And Samuel and Bella?"

  Samuel and Bella were her kids, 11 and 7 I think.

  "Samuel's just started up at Winchester and Bella's away on a trip in Norfolk."

  "Winchester is a boarding school right?"

  She nodded.

  "How about you? Are your parents ok?"

  "Not great to be honest. You know since I left home there isn't really anything holding them together anymore."

  She bit her lip and looked away.

  "What's wrong Katy?"

  "Nothing Nik sorry carry on." She didn't look up though.

  "I'm at a loss to know what to do really I mean if two people have nothing in common anymore what can you do?"

  Katy didn't respond. She brushed her eye with a tissue continuing to look at the table.

  "You sure you're ok Katy?"

  "I-I don't know Nik."

  I was taken aback by her honesty.

  "Do you want to talk about it?"

  "No it's ok really."

  "It's not ok, come on try me I may not be many things but I am a good listener"

  She hesitated.

  "I just...feel so alone. Every day is the same you know with getting the kids ready for school, then teaching and then I have to cook when I get back. And Phil..."

  Phil was her partner, a douchebag who never proposed and lived off her hard work. She taught as well as being a gym instructor whilst he was a couch potato.

  "What about him?"

  She hesitated for a moment.

  "Well...last night we were meant to go out for dinner I was really looking forward to it I even bought a new dress. I got home, cooked for the kids, arranged the babysitter, got dressed up and when I came out he said he wasn't in the mood. He said he'd pay the babysitter and we'd go out some other night. And maybe I'm overreacting but it hurt you know, like there was finally something to look forward to and it didn't happen"