Kathy makes her desires known.

Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was one Tuesday in July before I understood why Stacy was always friendly but never wanted to take things any further.

I was working on the design for a small spec building when my phone rang. The number was Stacy’s home number, but I knew it wasn’t her. She’d said she was going to Florida and took the whole week off. When I answered, the person on the other end was Kathy.

“Troy, I apologize for calling you, but I didn’t want to call a repairman until I knew for sure I needed to call one.”

I said it was good to hear from her and asked her what the problem was.

“It’s my lawn mower. It starts and runs, but it won’t cut the grass. It doesn’t make that loud sound, and it just sort of pushes the grass over. Could you come look at it, please? If I don’t get my grass cut, my neighbors are going to complain.”

I said I’d come out after work, and a little after five-thirty, drove in their drive.

When I knocked on the front door, Kathy answered.

“Come on in, Troy. The mower’s out in the back yard.”

I knew it was going to be hot that day when I left for work. I didn’t notice because the office is air conditioned, but I did when I walked outside. It was pretty obvious that Kathy noticed too.

The two times I’d seen her that winter, she was wearing jeans and a sweater because it was cold. The time in April, she’d changed the sweater for a T-shirt, but that still covered most of her. That day, she was just wearing what looked like a sports bra, shorts, and flip-flops. The shorts were cut low in the front and really short in the legs, and like any sports bra, Kathy’s didn’t reach down much more than the bottoms of her tits. It also wasn’t doing a very good job of holding her tits tight to her body, but that was because Kathy had a lot to hold in.

The problem with Kathy’s mower was the deck belt had slipped off the motor pulley. The belt looked pretty worn, but it did run the mower when I put it back on the pulley. Like before, I made a round of her back yard and then shut off the mower. Kathy walked over smiling.

“I didn’t think it would be that easy.”

“Well, you do need to get a new belt. That one isn’t going to last much longer. The part number is under the seat. If you get one, I’ll come put it on for you.”

Kathy smiled then.

“Stacy tells me she thinks you like her. Do you?”

“Well, sure I do. I work with her every day.”

Kathy shook her head.

“What I mean is she thinks you really like her, and that’s why you keep asking her out.”

Kathy was frowning and I didn’t know why.

“Well, yes, I would like her to go out with me.”

Kathy shook her head.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen, Troy. You know Stacy went to Florida this week, don’t you?”

“Yeah, she told me.”

“Did she tell you she went with her girlfriend?”

“No, but it wouldn’t surprise me. A lot of women don’t like to travel alone.”

Kathy smiled.

“You’re just as naïve as Stacy said. Troy, she’s not just traveling with Veronica. They’re together. She didn’t know how to tell you, but I didn’t think it was right for her to let you keep chasing after her when you don’t really have a chance. This is the first time we’ve been alone so I could tell you.”

Well, that hit me pretty hard.

“I had no idea.”

Kathy smiled.

“Neither did I until I came home from shopping one Sunday afternoon and found them in her bed together. It’s funny. I was always worried I’d find out she’d been sleeping with a boy. I thought I raised her to like boys, but I guess she had other ideas. At least she won’t get pregnant like I did with her.”

This was getting into things I didn’t think I wanted to know about.

“Well, I should probably be going so you can finish up your yard.”

Kathy’s face was smiling but she looked sort of hopeful too.

“Would you like to get a pizza tonight, like we always did before? Stacy won’t be here, but now that you know, that probably doesn’t make any difference, does it?”

I shook my head.

“No, I guess not, but you don’t owe me anything. I like helping you and Stacy.”

“Yes I do. If I’d have called somebody to come out, it would have cost me at least a hundred dollars. The least I can do is feed you. Now, I’ll get you a soda and you sit right here. It’ll only take me half an hour.”

I did sit there while she rode the mower around her yard. I sat there and wondered about what she’d said about getting pregnant with Stacy. I’d often wondered why Kathy didn’t have a husband. She was a good-looking woman, and she seemed to be a really nice woman. Maybe it was like happened to some girls back then – she’d gotten pregnant and had to marry the guy only to find out they didn’t get along. That might have soured her on trying to find another husband.

I also watched Kathy as she mowed. There were some rough spots in the hard and every time the mower went over one, it would sort of bounce. Kathy’s big tits bounced right along with it.

Now, I might have been naïve, but I knew any man seeing her like that would have been interested. Sex isn’t everything. I’d known that for a long time, but it is what attracts most men at the start. If Kathy couldn’t attract several men, she just wasn’t trying.

She finished mowing, put her mower in the garage and then said, “You know, I’m too tired to get dressed up and go out. I think I’ll just call and have a pizza delivered. Let’s go inside and get cooled off. It’s hot out here.”

We’d about finished the pizza and were sitting on her couch when Kathy took a drink of her soda and then looked at me.

“Stacy says you think I’m sexy.”

I guess I should have known Stacy would tell Kathy, but she still caught me off guard. Kathy was smiling at the time and that was a little disconcerting too. Some women would have wanted to hear they were sexy but some might be offended that I’d told their daughter they were.

“Well, I did say that; after she asked if I did or not.”

Kathy grinned.

“Yeah, she would ask you something like that. She worries about me all the time. She thinks I should be finding a man. I keep telling her I don’t need a man to be happy, but she won’t believe I don’t need anybody. Would you believe she even tried to fix me up with another woman? She said if I didn’t want a man maybe I was like her and would like a woman instead.

"Well, I set her straight about that. I can understand why she loves Veronica, or at least I can understand how it feels when you love someone. I just can’t imagine me ever wanting to touch another woman that way, much less love another woman.

"She’s tried to set me up with a lot of men, but I didn’t like any of them. It’s hard to explain why, so she never understands when I say that, but I don’t like men in general. Do you think that’s weird?”

I didn’t want to answer, but I didn’t know how to just leave without offending Kathy.

“I’m not a woman, so I don’t know if it’s weird or not. I know some women don’t like me for some reason.”

Kathy smiled.

“There’s one woman I know likes you because she’s me. You’re my knight in shining armor when you fix things for me.”

I said I appreciated that. Kathy signed.

“I wish Roger had. I liked him too. I liked him well enough I had sex with him twice. I was only eighteen then, and the second time he got me pregnant with Stacy. Back then, schools wouldn’t let a pregnant girl stay in school, so I had to quit just two months before I’d have graduated.

Evidently Roger didn’t like me for anything except sex, because as soon as I told him, he disappeared and didn’t tell anybody where he was going. Maybe that’s why Stacy likes girls. I kept telling her if she slept with a guy the same thing would happen to her.”

That was interesting because Kathy had answered the question I’d wondered about before.

“So, you raised Stacy by yourself?”

“Yes I did. After Stacy was born, I got my GED and then went to junior college to be a legal secretary. That’s what I still do to make ends meet, and I like it. My mother took care of Stacy when I was working, and even after she was old enough to stay home by herself, I still had her go to Mom’s house after school. I didn’t want her messing around with boys and getting pregnant like I did. I thought I did a good job until I caught her with Veronica the summer she graduated. She was home by herself, I thought, until I walked in the door and heard them in her bedroom.”

I shrugged.

“I think you did a good job. Stacy’s a nice girl. I’ve never heard her say anything bad to anybody or about anybody. As for her liking girls, I don’t know if you could have changed that any more than you could start liking women.”

Kathy smiled.

“Well thank you for the ego boost. Sometimes I need one. I’m thirty-nine, and I’m starting to feel old because Stacy is all grown up. I’ve told her she can live with me for as long as she wants and she can have Veronica move in too if that’s what she wants, but I think she feels like I cramp her style. One of these days, she’s going to get a place of her own and I’ll be left here by myself. I think I’m going to feel really old then.”

Kathy was frowning then, so I tried to cheer her up.

“Kathy, thirty-nine isn’t old. Thirty-nine is about when women start to get interesting.”

Kathy sat up a little straighter.

“Oh, how so?”

“Well, girls my age are still a little ditzy sometimes. I don’t think they know who they are yet. When a woman gets older, she’s already figured that out, and she’s more interesting to be with.”

Kathy smiled again, but it wasn’t her normal smile.

“And what led you to that conclusion?”

I couldn’t very well tell her about Liz, so I tried to make up something she’d believe.

“Nothing in particular. It’s just what I’ve seen with most women I’ve known.”

Kathy smiled that same smile again.

“You’re right about a woman learning who she really is, but women learn something else as they get older. We learn how to tell when someone isn’t telling us the truth. There’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there?”

My dad always said the problem with telling a lie is you have to keep lying to cover for the one before. He was right, but it didn’t stop me from trying.

“No, I don’t think there is.”

Kathy put her soda on the end table.

“You know, Troy, women think the same thing about men. When men are young they’re all trying to show us how strong and manly they are. Women want a man to be strong, but we also want a man to have a soft side where we’re concerned.

From what I’ve seen, men don’t learn that on their own. They have to be taught by a woman, and she has to be something special to them or they won’t pay attention. I think a special woman taught you how to make her feel good about herself when she didn’t. That’s what you’re trying to do with me right now because you’re not really answering me.”

I couldn’t lie to Kathy again. I suppose it was the way she looked at me. She wasn’t really smiling. Her face looked like she already knew the right answer and was just waiting for me to tell her.

“Well, there was one woman I liked a lot.”

Kathy smiled that funny smile again.

“How old was she?”

“I’m not sure because she never said. I think about forty or so.”

“Did you; were you lovers?”

“I suppose you could call it that.”

Kathy laughed.

“Troy, if you don’t know for sure, she didn’t teach you very well.”

“Well, you know what I mean. We weren’t in love or anything like that. We just liked being together; that way.”

“You mean you liked having sex with her, don’t you? I’m sure she must have wanted to have sex with you, or she wouldn’t have gotten that close to you. Women are pretty choosy about their partners, especially when they get older.”

I shrugged.

“I think she did. I didn’t start it. She did. She took me to her house for coffee one night.”

Kathy smiled.

“Kind of like we’re here in my house tonight?”

“Well, yes, but I thought it was just for coffee.”

“What did she do to convince you?”

“She kissed me and then told me what to do?”

Kathy smiled again.

“Your first time, right?”

“Yeah, it was the first time for me.”

“Did you make her happy?”

This was getting embarrassing. I’d never told anyone about even liking Liz, let along anything about having sex with her. There was something about Kathy that kept making me answer though.

“I think I did, well, the second time. The first time;  I couldn’t hold back.”

Kathy grinned.

“You look like you’re embarrassed. You shouldn’t be. That sounds like the first time Roger and I were together. He couldn’t stop either. It was my first time too, so I was glad he couldn’t because it hurt. The second time was better except I got pregnant. I’ll bet you were better the second time too, or she wouldn’t have kept doing it with you.”

I had to smile because I remembered what Liz had told me that last night. She was lying beside me and stroking my chest after we’d both cum.

“Troy, just do what you do with me, and you’ll make any woman feel as great as you make me feel.”

Kathy interrupted that thought.

“Troy, you’re smiling. She told that, didn’t she, that you made her feel great?”

“Yes, she said that.”

Kathy smiled.

“She was a lucky woman then. Most men don’t know how special sex is for a woman. It sounds like she must have taught you that.”

I shrugged.

“I don’t know. She never said anything like that.”

“No, she wouldn’t, but she wouldn’t have picked you unless you made her feel like you were a man who could learn to understand. I understand why she would pick you. If I was looking for a man, I’d want him to be like you; ”

I hadn’t been able to look Kathy in the face up until then. When I looked at her, she had a strange grin on her face, kind of like the way Liz had grinned at me that first night.

“; if I was looking for a man, that is.”

I started feeling the same feeling I’d had that first night with Liz. Liz was one thing, but I worked with Kathy’s daughter. I didn’t think Stacy would think much of me having sex with her mother.

“Kathy, I thought you weren’t looking. Are you?”

“Maybe; Stacy says I should be.”

“Well, I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding one. You have a lot to offer.”

Kathy smiled.

“That’s what Stacy says, but I’d rather hear it from you.”

I shook my head.

“I don’t think I’m really in a position to say.”

Kathy scooted over the couch until her hip was touching mine. She put her hand on my thigh then.

“Is this position better?”

Her hand was stroking my leg a little and my cock was noticing.

“Kathy, I don’t think Stacy would like us being this close.”

“Why? She wants me to find a man.”

Kathy frowned then.

“Don’t you like me?”

I couldn’t tell Kathy I didn’t like her because I did.

“No, I like you, I like you a lot.”

Kathy stroked her hand up a little higher on my leg.

“Then what’s the problem? You’re just a guy I like a lot too, and I’m just a woman who wants to feel liked.”

“You’re Stacy’s mother. That’s the problem.”

“Because I’m older than you? Is that it?”

“Yes, no; well sort of. You’re not that much older than I am, but Stacy will probably think you’re too old for me.”

Kathy giggled.

“I should tell you more about Stacy and Veronica so you’ll understand that she won’t have a problem. When Stacy was nineteen, she had trouble finding bras that fit because she’d gotten bigger on one side than the other. I have the same problem, so I told her she should go to a lingerie shop because they have women who specialize in fitting bras. Veronica was at the shop for the same reason, and they decided they liked each other.

Stacy came home with two new bras and told me she’d met a woman there who was thirty-three and had the same problem. It was two weeks after that I caught them in bed together. So see, Stacy won’t have a problem with our ages? The only problem will be if you do. Do you?”

I thought about that for while Kathy kept stroking my leg. It was hard to think because she kept moving her fingers a little higher with each stroke, and my cock was getting hard. I wasn’t letting that influence what I was thinking. It just made it hard to concentrate.

She was fifteen years older then I, but she didn’t act or look like she was. In talking with her, I’d discovered she was an intelligent woman. In looking at her like I’d been doing, I’d also discovered she was a very desirable woman. I’d been mostly ignoring those things because I didn’t think she’d be interested in anything more than me helping her do something she couldn’t do herself. Now, Kathy was basically asking me to do something else she couldn’t do for herself either.

I smiled.

“I don’t if you don’t.”

I woke up the next morning not really sure where I was for a few seconds. I was in a bed, but it wasn’t my bed and the room wasn’t my bedroom. It all came back to me when I felt Kathy’s hip against my leg. She was still asleep, so I just smiled and remembered.

I’d leaned over and kissed her when she grinned and said, “Prove that it doesn’t make any difference.” After that kiss, I think she was convinced, because she started ligh