Chapter 2

Katherine Beddingfield stood in the living room several hours after her daughter Kitty had gone to bed. The girl seemed strange, out-of-sorts, although she certainly didn't look ill. The two of them were having such a difficult time communicating lately.

Kathy smiled grimly to herself, rubbing her fingertips against her goosefleshed upper arms. Something was happening to her now. That tingling in her cunt was growing worse each day, making her nipples stand up so hard against her bra while her panties were wet with her flowing juices. What on earth was happening to her?

She was a mature, thirty-seven-year-old woman who had two children and a husband who had died unexpectedly four years ago.

Kathy dug her fingertips into the back of the sofa, licking her lips while working her hips back and forth. She liked that sensation, the feel of her cuntlips rubbing slickly against one another while her ass yearned for the touch of a man.

"Olihhhh."

Kathy shivered. She had to regain some control of herself. The telephone repairman had been in today and she had watched him from the corner of her eyes, wondering just what kind of man he was. Would he make a pass at her? Would he come up to her and put his arms around her, kiss her while drawing his hands to her ass and hump his body against hers?

She had entertained wild fantasies, yet nothing had happened. Ashamed and frustrated, she had gone out, leaving Kitty to fend for herself that night.

"God."

Kathy opened her eyes and found herself staring at a recent picture of her son in his policeman's uniform. She opened her mouth in surprise, one hand fluttering to her lips as she tried to tear her eyes from the photo.

Thinking of her son while her cunt was so throbbingly hot wasn't a good idea. Kathy managed to bring her raspy breathing under control. She would go to bed, think of something else.

Footsteps! Kathy looked at the clock. Billy had said he was working graveyard. He wouldn't be home for a long time.

There was a rapping at the door, then another series of knocks.

Quickly she raced across the living room, her heart beating wildly. Kathy had seen the news stories about policemen being killed and their friends having to break the awful news to the nearest relative.

"Yes?"

"Hi, Mrs. Beddingfield. Bill in?"

Kathy felt a flow of relief wash over her. It was Brad Harrington, one of Bill's best friends. He was a highway patrolman and he had managed to talk Bill into making law enforcement a career.

"No, he's working tonight. Come on in, Brad. Have some coffee."

"Uh, thanks, just a little bit."

Kathy smiled, walking to the kitchen and feeling the friction of her cuntlips on the swollen nub of her clit. She felt shamefully near an orgasm.

As she poured the coffee, Kathy felt shakier, her breathing becoming very irregular.

Kathy did her best to steady her hand, giving the black coffee to Brad.

"You know, it's a good thing Bill's on duty. I mean, having just gotten his commission and all, it's good he's in the field right away."

"Yes, but I worry about him so," Kathy said, her brow furrowing with concern.

"All women do. I guess that's the nature of the game," Brad said, blowing the steam from his coffee and sipping.

Brad was so handsome. Her son Bill was broader in the shoulders while Brad was a little taller. But they were both massive men with thick black wavy hair and moustaches.

"Something wrong, Mrs. Beddingfield?"

"Hm? Oh no, just my usual worrying."

They chatted a bit, Brad taking a refill and talking about some of the drunk drivers he had encountered during the day.

And all Kathy could think of was the way he had looked in his highway patrolman's uniform-all masculine, powerful, wanting to fuck any woman who came his way. She shivered, wondering if she would have qualified if she hadn't been his best friend's mother.

"Well, it's time I go," Brad said, looking into her eyes.

It was the first time Kathy thought there might be something there for her. Why had he come in the first place? Surely he must have known Billy was at work.

Kathy said nothing, gathering up the dishes and offering to walk him to the door.

It was when they reached the doorway that Brad bumped into her, catching Kathy as she stumbled.

"Gosh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Beddingfield."

His fingers were burning through her dress. It was all Kathy could do to keep from falling at his feet.

She shook the hair from her eyes, about to say something, when she realized he was leaning toward her.

"No, no, don't!"

He kissed her, and squeezed her upper arms. Kathy fell back against his touch, opening her mouth, feeling her tongue battle against his.

"No, we can't! My daughter! This is crazy! You're old enough to be my son!" Kathy panted, still squirming against his firm grip.

"Don't care about that, Kathy. I can call you Kathy, can't I?"

"Oh yes, yes!" she panted.

"Then it's gonna be you and me, Kathy. I've been watchin' you since I've known Billy. I can't remember when I didn't think about ... about fucking you."

"No! Don't! That's not right. What would your family say if they-mmmmmm!"

He quieted her with another kiss, his tongue digging deep.

Kathy surrendered, her body becoming hot from the frustration of the day.

"Come on."

"Oh God, I don't think I can walk," Kathy confessed, leaning heavily against his shoulder.

It was as if all the strength she had ever had was gone. She was limp, hot, worked up with her son's best friend!

"I'll help you," Brad said.

Thank goodness she had decided to move downstairs and give her children the second-floor bedrooms. Kitty was probably watching television or doing her homework. She wouldn't be down for the rest of the evening. And Billy was on patrol. "Here."

Her bedroom was dark.

Brad closed the door quickly, locking it, while Kathy turned slowly and felt her heart beating so wildly she thought it would tear through her chest.

Brad was so big, so huge, his body seeming to fill the room. The air between them grew thick and heavy, sparking with electricity.

For a moment Kathy hesitated, wanting to show Brad the door. She could pretend this was all a terrible, horrible joke. But something in her made her stay quiet.

She stood there as he approached her, his hands now caressing her shoulders. They felt so strong and warm.

Kathy leaned against him. "I feel funny ... I think ... I don't know what to think."

Her cunt was on fire, the juice oozing from between the furry lips and wetting down her panty crotch. She could feel the nylon clinging to her swollen cuntlips while the sensitive spots on her inner thighs were tingling deliciously. This young boy was exciting her, making her feel wanted, aroused.

"You're beautiful, Kathy. Real nice and beautiful," he said, leaning down and kissing her hair.

"Oh, what are you doing to me?"

Kathy wanted him to get down to business, to throw caution to the winds and fuck her. Just the thought of this man doing things to her, touching her, stripping and fucking her, made her pant heavily.

"Ohhhh...." she gasped.

He was pushing her back, her legs bumping against the bed. The room was spinning around for her as she felt his fingers unbuttoning the top part of her dress. She felt the garment puddling around her waist, then falling to her feet.

His fingers were fumbling for her bra strap, finding the hook, then unfastening it until the halter loosened around her shoulders and slipped atop the puddled dress.

Kathy moved slightly, feeling her nipples sliding against his blue flannel shirt. It was such a nice feeling being half-naked. And in a moment she would have her panties off. She would give everything for this handsome young stud-everything!

"Ohhhhhhh!"

She was in bed on her back, her knees slightly raised, her head pressing against the pillow behind her.

Kathy wanted to kiss this handsome stud, to feel him on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. But Brad had other plans. He was kneeling between her thighs, now, his thumbs pressing into the tendons.

Raising her head, Kathy looked through heavy-lidded eyes at the young stud between her spread thighs. He was going to lick her pussy!

"Nooooooo!" Kathy groaned, throwing her head back while twisting and rolling up her thighs toward Brad.

She felt his fingers curling around the waistband of her panties, drawing them down, slipping them over her hipbones until they were sliding over her ankles. She was naked, wonderfully naked. She worked her asscheeks, feeling the inner slick surfaces of her cunt rubbing together.

Brad didn't waste any time. He dropped between her legs and started to lick her cuntal mound. She was whining, wiggling her body back and forth, while he knelt there feeding on her pussy.

Kathy couldn't believe this was happening to her. She groaned, pressing her ass against the mattress. She felt wonderful, the first touch of his tongue making her buck with excitement.

"Uhhhhhhh, oh Brad!"

Kathy reached down, running her fingers through his slick wavy hair. She was opening her cunt for him, letting her knees spread apart.

Brad was going wild, his tongue slopping over the inner flesh of her thighs. It was more than she could stand. Having him doing this to her drove her up the wall.

Kathy scratched his neck, drawing his face up harder against her crotch and feeling her hot, pulsing cunt-slit throb even harder when his moustache and nose pressed against her clit.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Ohhh, nice hot pussy! Good hot, juicy cunt! Man, when you're this hot and wet, I know you've been wantin' a fuck for a long time."

Kathy grew excited. That touch of his tongue, his lips against her pussy, was making her thrash. She could hear his tongue slicking into her cunt-hole. He pushed it in like a cock, stiffening it, then scraping the pointy tip along the itchy insides of her pussy until Kathy thought she would come unglued.

Kathy shuddered with a consuming fever, working her feet against the bedsheets. He was eating her out, spreading her pussylips farther apart with his fingers while diving down into her blonde curly-thatched cunt and licking deep. She felt his hot breath tickling her cuntal curls as he drenched and slopped her pussy over and over again. "Nooooooo!"

Kathy half-twisted to one side, clawing at the pillow, then stretching her arms above her until she curled her fingers around the posts of the headboard behind her. Her legs tensed. She ground her ass against the mattress.

All the itchy spots were growing more and more intense now, becoming achy while his tongue slopped up and down, up and down.

Kathy tensed her thighs and calves, feeling them cramping with tension as she moved her body in a counter-rhythm. Softly, she scissored her thighs around his head, feeling his stubbly cheeks tickling her flesh. How he loved eating her out! She could see his head bobbing up and down as he fed on her juicing cunt.

"Brad ... Brad...."

Her belly tensed while her cunt became juicier. She reached down, feeling with her fingers at the squishy, steamy mess between her legs. She could feel Brad's tongue loving her as well. He licked at her fingers, tickling her knuckles, then went back to licking her cunt with his tongue.

In a moment, Kathy felt she couldn't take it any longer. She was working her ass around in frantic circles, crying excitedly. Brad's licking seemed to be everywhere at once while his hands were forcing her legs farther apart and up.

When she thought she would finally pop, he slowed down, drawing his tongue down to the bottom junction of her cuntlips and keeping it there while he pushed two fingers into her cunt and wriggled them about. It was mind-shattering!

Kathy let out a cry, throwing her head back while scissoring her legs in the air. The cords stood out in her neck while he finger-fucked her. She could feel her cunt throbbing from the heat while they contracted and began milking at his fingers. She wanted to tell him to hurry, to fuck her. She couldn't hold out any longer.

But Brad continued to tease her, scraping his jagged fingernails against her pussy while licking teasingly at her clit. And then he finally moved in, his hands holding her shoulders down while his knees spread her thighs widely apart.

He had slipped his Levi's off when he was eating her pussy.

Now staring down between her legs, Kathy could see that heavy, donkey-sized prick swaying from leg to leg while his cum-heavy balls swayed against his prick root. She gasped, throwing her head back, feeling his hot cockhead rubbing up against her cunt-hole.

It had been so long, and now she was fucking! The sweat and juice ran down her asscrack, making her shitter spasm as Brad pushed down and peeled her pussy open.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

He was doing it. She could feel that huge cockhead entering her cunt. She gasped with delight, tossing her head back and forth while spit oozed from her mouth.

His prick went so deep.

"Yeah, that's it, real nice!" he sighed, working his hips and stirring his cock in her cunt like a spoon.

Kathy liked that, working her hips in a counter-rhythm until she felt the full length of her cuntsheath trembling around his cock. He was riding her down into the bed, fucking hard, his body making hers shake and shiver with each stroke.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

It had started out gently. But now Brad was going for the gold, making her gasp while he continued fucking in and out, in and out. He kissed her throat, finally shoving his tongue back into her mouth and wriggling it wildly. He fucked deep into her steamy pussy, making the woman feel as if she had come alive for the first time.

"Uhhhhh ... OOOOOOO!" Kathy gasped.

She felt his hands cupping her ass, his callused fingers digging into her sweaty ass-crack. Juice oozed from her cunt-hole, wetting down his swaying balls while he fucked her half-crazy.

In a moment Kathy knew she was close, so very, very close to cumming. Her body snapped to one side. She clawed at Brad, then at the air as the white-hot moment of climax exploded over her like a nuclear detonation.

"Ahhhh, Brad ... ohhhhhh!"

Images of her son flashed before her as she felt her cunt clench down tight around the big stud's shooting prick and hold it.

She cried out, shivering and shaking while gobs of white-jizz burned into her pussy.

"Cummmmmmm...." she cried.