Message-ID: <7598eli$9801201637@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Morg105829 Subject: NEW: Kathy by Morgan, Chapter 21b (M/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <29213e54.34c487a0@aol.com> To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us From: morg105829@aol.com Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 21b (M/F) (295 lines) January 20, 1998 This is about the 29th section. Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply. There are two pieces to Chapter 21; this is the second. Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites. Please inform me if you do so. "Kathy" (c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan. Book III Chapter 21b That afternoon she met Ken's mother, Betty, at the airport. On the way back to the apartment they just exchanged pleasantries. Kathy got her settled in the guest bedroom and explained how all the equipment worked. She was not looking forward to their forthcoming week together. After her conversation with Ken she concluded that if anything could help it would have to be shock therapy. Betty seated herself in a chair opposite Kathy in the living room and Kathy studied the older woman thoughtfully. 'Here goes nothing!' she thought. "Are you sure you want to save your marriage, Mrs. Stark?" Kathy began. The woman recoiled in her chair as is she had literally been slapped across the face. 'Emotionally, she has been,' the girl thought. "What do you mean!? Why the nerve... Why I've never been so insulted..." Kathy harshly interrupted, "I'm sorry if I misjudged you, but I don't believe I did. If there's not a major problem with your marriage, why are you visiting Ken's mistress while he's at sea? Why is your visit such a secret? Tell me, Mrs. Stark! Why are you here?" The older woman sagged back into her chair and began to cry. The weeping was so heartfelt, Kathy's heart was wrenched just watching her. It increased in intensity until it became near-hysteria. Still Kathy sat erect in her chair with her face impassive. After minutes -- Kathy did not even want to move to glance at her watch -- the woman slowly regained control. Still Kathy did nothing. Finally Betty looked up, her face a tear-ravaged wreck, obviously looking for tissues to try to repair some of the damage. Still Kathy remained seated. "The least you could do, young lady, is to have the human decency to get me a Kleenex!" Mrs. Stark cried. "Kleenex are on the counter in the kitchen. You may as well start getting things like tissues for yourself, because if you can't change, there will never again be anyone else to do it for you." Betty Stark returned with the box of tissues and looked at Kathy, puzzled. "What did you mean by that last comment?" she asked with a note of alarm in her voice. "Mrs. Stark, you're surely familiar with Dickens' "Christmas Carol"? Do you remember the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come showing Scrooge what his future would be like? I just showed you what your future will be like if you don't change -- beginning right now!" Changing the subject radically, Kathy asked, "When did your husband last make love to you?" Betty tried to remember. "Well, it was... It was..." "Never mind, you answered my question. Here's another. Have *you* ever initiated lovemaking with your husband? Ever? In your entire life together?" The woman was indignant. "Young lady, who do you think I am? I'm not one of those cheap little..." "...girls who are making love to your husband?" Kathy finished for her. "No, I guess you're not! Do you know what my answer would be with your son?" Betty looked up, interested, as Kathy continued, "It's an easy question to answer. It was this morning before he sailed. He teased me later because my sexual attack delayed his packing. Moreover, as a result I'm afraid, Mrs. Stark, that my love juices and Ken's are all over what were his nice clean clothes. You see, they were lying on the bed when I attacked him, and they were under us when he entered me. You can see why it's an easy question for me to answer. A much harder one would be how many times we came to orgasm in the twenty-four hours before he sailed. My number is something greater than fifty. Of course, Ken's is a much smaller number, being a man -- probably not more than fifteen or so." Kathy forced her face to remain impassive as she watched Betty's face register a kaleidoscopic series of emotions including shock, horror and fascination. "But Kathy, when I met you at the Club you seemed like such a nice girl. That's why I came to see you. I thought you would... would..." "...be sympathetic? Pat you on the head and tell you it will be all right? Tell you there's nothing at all for you to worry about? That the younger, much more attractive woman your husband is sleeping with is not a threat to your marriage? I could say those things, I suppose. It would be quite easy, really. Of course, they would be total lies, every one! I know it, and you suspect it. In fact, Betty, let's be honest: It's a lot more than a suspicion, isn't it?" With the fear showing in her eyes, the woman slowly nodded. "Would I be any kind of friend if I tried to convince you to believe those lies?" Betty shook her head. "I don't think so either, so I won't. "Now I want an answer to my first question. But before you do, has Admiral Stark asked you for a divorce, yet?" Betty's response was a look of utter horror. Kathy had succinctly put into words her worst fear. Then she began to cry again. This time, because of her earlier tears, her crying was dry, wracking and hopeless. 'Things are looking up,' Kathy thought. "You answered my second question, Betty. Let's get back to the first. Do you want to save your marriage?" The older woman nodded her head slowly then more vigorously. "Okay!" Kathy exclaimed. "Now, are you sure you want my help?" Betty looked at her, utterly bewildered. She replied, "Of course, Kathy. But you knew that when I walked in, didn't you? I really don't understand your question." Kathy smiled at the woman for the first time. It was a very warm smile. "Betty, the question isn't as strange as it may sound. Now, I'm going to ask you a set of questions. I guess you know by now that I deliberately set out to shock you with some of the questions I asked. But, Betty, my answers were not exaggerated. I am so shameless that I am not embarrassed to say I feel a sense of loss -- of incompleteness -- whenever Ken is not inside me. "But back to my questions. I am going to ask for your reactions and then I will give you mine. I'm afraid that some of them may require you to go back in time a bit, but that's okay. If the situation I describe never happened, answer it in terms of what you think your reaction would be. I promise you my answers will be limited to what I did with your son in this apartment within the past seven days -- no longer. My reactions are real. Understand?" Betty nodded. "Your husband grabs your ass?" "Why... Why I slapped him. Hard!" Kathy nodded. "I melt. Then I try to guess whether he wants my cheeks relaxed or firm, and make them that way. We play a lot of games. Sometimes he gives my ass a smack if I guess wrong. I was wearing jeans one time, and I pulled them down so there was no cloth to protect my ass." She asked her next question: "He gropes for your tit when you're not in the bedroom or undressed?" "I tell him... I give up, Kathy. And I understand. There's really no need to go on: I get the message. With Ken you are loving and uninhibited." Betty started to smile warmly. "Whatever my son wants to do -- whether with you or to you -- you do it because you love him. Right?" Now it was Kathy's turn to nod. "You're constantly creating new love games to play, aren't you? I think I heard something about a golf match you played and won. What was the bet?" Kathy blushed and replied, "Ken was my slave for the rest of the day. I made... He came all over my body." "How did it feel?" Betty asked curiously. "Did it feel good?" "It was warm and a little sticky... Nice," she answered. "I think you're getting the idea. Betty, my sense is that you and the Admiral have been drifting apart for years. Now I'm going to set a scene. Don't take it too literally, but tell me if it's at least directionally accurate: You spend your time with the garden club, the Junior League, a bridge group, a senior officers' wives group, if there is such a thing. You are home for dinner, you appear at functions as required, but you live your own life. You don't feel any particular desire for sex, let alone any need for it. Sex is really a sort of dirty little thing that wives have to do once in a while as a favor to their husbands. When you do have sex, your hair is up in rollers or curlers. You may even have on some face cream. You're wearing a ratty old nightgown, which, as a great concession, you may lift up towards your waist. On the other hand, it's probably dark in the room, so your husband doesn't see..." She saw Betty with her head down and her shoulders shaking. 'Uh, oh!' Kathy thought, 'I think I may have overdone it -- this poor woman is going to have a total collapse if she starts crying again...' At that moment Betty lifted her head and Kathy could see her laughing. And it was real laughter, not hysteria. She watched in amazement as the woman could no longer control herself and literally rolled off her chair onto the floor and was doubled up, still laughing. 'Well, I guess she is Ken's mother. He has a hell of a sense of humor, too,' Kathy thought. Slowly, Betty regained control and her laughter died out to giggles. Instead of getting up from the floor, though, she just rolled on her back with her arms and legs outstretched. Finally, she sat up on the floor and shook her head saying, "I'm sorry, Kathy, but you're too much. 'Directionally accurate,' my ass! You must have been following me around with a video camera." Slowly she got to her feet. Although she looked a wreck, she appeared happy for the first time since she arrived. 'My God,' thought Kathy. 'With the worry lines starting to fade, this is a lovely woman!' "Kathy, now it's my turn to shock you. Can an old bag get a drink in this dump?" Minutes later they were sitting in the library on Kathy's favorite couch sipping very dry martinis. Betty continued, "Kathy, I said you followed me with a video camera." She shook her head and added, "But I hate to think how far back you would have had to have gone to get the bedroom scene. Video cameras probably hadn't even been invented yet. I'm not even sure Sam's been in me since you met Ken. In that period, how many times has Ken been in you?" Rolling her eyes, Kathy just shook her head. "Betty, I can't even tell you the number of times we've made love on this couch or on the floor right here. I do know I'm a little embarrassed to have my lover's mother sitting in our cum. And you probably are!" Betty just smiled fondly as her eyes took on a faraway look. She said, "Kathy, could I tell you about a young girl I used to know? She was younger than you are, and not nearly as beautiful, but she was pretty enough. She did have good tits, good legs and a neat little ass. She was madly in love with a handsome Naval Academy midshipman. He stood tall and straight. Although she was the envy of all her friends, she was very young and very innocent. All she could see was herself in her bridal gown walking beneath an arch of swords, following his graduation. This came to pass and she took that walk under the swords. "That night, she received a shock. There was something that happened when she took off her white gown. Her midshipman, now an ensign, had something big and long and straight growing between his legs. He wanted to put this thing between her legs. This wasn't a sword arch, and it hurt. Particularly the first time. Once he took her small ass in his large hands. He said it was just the right size -- a good handful. She was shocked, and correctly slapped his face. After all, she was a good girl, and that was the right thing to do, because when he squeezed her ass it made her feel all warm and wet between her legs and we both know that's sinful, don't we? Once he wanted to make love to her in the morning with the sunlight streaming in the bedroom. She felt all warm and languid and refreshed from her sleep. Then, when she felt warm and wet between her thighs, she was shocked, so she pulled the covers up under her chin and said he was evil. It must have been the evil that made her crotch so wet. "One evening she was in the kitchen preparing a gourmet meal -- probably tuna casserole. He sneaked in and put his hand on her breast! A bare breast, mind you. He had slipped it under her bra! She did what every good girl would do, of course. She slapped his face. Hard! This almost made up for the fact that her knees had almost buckled and she really wanted to spread her legs for him right on the kitchen floor... and it wasn't even carpeted! "Soon, a strange thing happened. Her period stopped. Her breasts started to swell. A couple of months later, her abdomen started to swell. Fortunately, she had heard enough at the Officers' Wives Club meetings to guess what was going on. She went to the base hospital. Some months later this young girl -- still not twenty years old -- gave birth to a baby boy. The girl was immediately wrapped up with the baby. Her breasts that the young officer liked so much were needed to suckle the baby. She was shocked at some of the things he said to her. Clearly, he was perverted. One day he took one of her breasts swollen with milk and very gently shook it. He had the nerve to call it a milkshake. He even wanted to try a sip. She concentrated on the baby and ignored him. "Years passed. She became wrapped up in her do-good activities. She couldn't even get to his ship to meet him after he had been at sea for four months. There was a vital meeting of Navy Relief or something, and she was on the board of directors. The tall young officer remained attractive to women. They made themselves available, but she didn't mind. Everyone knew that's what these cheap little things were for, after all. They did things that no decent woman would consider. She just got older. Her husband didn't. Meanwhile, her baby had grown up and the girl was now a woman. She thought her boy was even less experienced with women than she had been with men, and that is clearly hard to imagine. Then he married a woman who his mother detested. The mother did not realize at the time what good judgment she had. A short time later the son called to tell her that he had been financially destroyed by his divorce. Less than one week later, the mother meets her son with an angel. The angel makes the son with two left feet look like a dancer. She realized that maybe -- just maybe -- there was help available. Clearly, this angel can perform miracles. The woman hopes she can perform just one more. "Kathy, there is one ray of hope. Now I see that my instincts were right. My beliefs -- wherever the hell they came from -- were wrong. God, I only wish! It must be thirty years, Kathy, but I can still feel Sam's big hand on my firm ass. God, I wish I had done what you do. I hear that you are a very smart girl. I think you prove it with Ken. Kathy, I can't imagine him being happier. Of course, it's not nice for a mother to say to his son's girl -- I'm sorry. You call yourself his mistress, don't you? -- the only shortcoming I see is in your judgment. I really can't see what you see in that big lug!" Kathy grinned and replied, "It's easy, Betty. He may be a big lug, but he's my big lug. And besides, he's great in bed!" "Kathy, can you help me try to hold on to Sam? I *do* love him desperately! Help me, Kathy. Please!?" "Kathy smiled again and replied, "Let's have dinner and give it hell in the morning." * * * Kathy had just returned to her apartment after taking Betty to the airport. Although it had only been a week, she already looked ten years younger. At the boarding gate Betty had winked at Kathy and said, "Please wish me luck!" Kathy did, and Betty headed for the commuter plane holding one hand up with her fingers crossed. Kathy did wish her luck. She hoped things would work out for her lover's mother. While sitting on the couch, the phone rang. It was Sandra Castle, the wife of Ken's executive officer, and she wanted to come over to see her. Kathy had been dreaming about cooking her body in the sauna and the last person in the world she wanted to see was Sandra Castle. That being so, she said, "Great! Why don't you come right over." Hanging up the phone, Kathy split her time between kicking herself for saying yes and wondering what the bitch could possibly want to talk about. All she knew about the girl was that she was a CPA. As far as Kathy was concerned, that was enough. Sandra Castle was a tall girl, about Kathy's size. When she arrived, Kathy led her into the library -- and hated her. She seemed to be using her CPA brain to price every item of furnishings in Kathy's apartment. Kathy amused herself thinking of the girl coming up with a very large number. When drinks were offered, Sandra asked for white wine. 'Oh shit!' Kathy thought. 'Just what I don't need -- the white wine and Brie bit.' She opened and poured a chilled vintage Villages Chablis. She enjoyed seeing the other girl's eyes widen as she realized what was being poured. 'Eat your heart out, bitch!' Kathy thought venomously. After making herself a martini on the rocks, Kathy sat down. "Wel come! What brings you here?" Just asking the question seemed to release the girl like releasing a tightly- coiled spring. Sandra Castle proceeded to unload about the unfairness of life, the unfairness of the Navy, her uncaring husband, the meanness of Ken -- which caused Kathy's back to stiffen -- and back to the unfairness of life. Kathy listened patiently without saying a word. Finally, the girl, who was about Kathy's age, ran down. "Okay, Sandra... Do you really use Sandra? -- not Sandy?" "I've always thought Sandy sounded so common!" "In that case, Sandra, you've come to the wrong place," Kathy said. Sandra looked puzzled, and professed not to understand. "Sandy -- I'm sorry, I can't handle Sandra anymore -- do you know who I am?" "Of course! That's why I came here. You're Katherine Smith, formerly Assistant District Attorney of Norfolk County. You graduated from Yale, Phi Beta Kappa and summa cum laude, you..." "Sandy!" Kathy interrupted, "I'm proud to say I'm Ken Stark's mistress! I keep him warm at night between my thighs. There is no service I will not perform for Ken Stark. None! Fuck the diploma! It doesn't take me to orgasm to the point of passing out every night. Do you know my failing, Sandy? I can't keep from passing out because my orgasm is so intense. If Ken came through that door right now, in the next second I would be on my back with my legs spread wide to welcome him into me! It might take two or three seconds before my juices were running, but it could take that long to strip his clothes off. I'll tell you now, his sex is huge. It would take a few minutes, but then I would be passed out on the floor after more orgasms than I could count. My cunt -- yes, Sandy, my cunt! -- would be flowing rivers all over the carpet you've been pricing in your mind. You know what? It's easy as hell to replace the carpet. There's no way in hell I could replace Ken! If anything happens to him, I will die. I don't mean figuratively. I mean literally, as in dead and buried. I really love him that much. It's very simple. I'm his mistress and that's all that counts. Now get out! Please!" Then Sandra shocked Kathy by starting to cry. She kept on as if her heart were breaking. Kathy did nothing as the girl's body racked with sobs, but this time, Kathy went to the kitchen and retrieved the Kleenex. She waited for the girl to calm down and finally she did. Then Kathy handed her a tissue as she slowly regained control and sat up in her chair. "I'm sorry, Kathy. You won't believe this, but I feel the same way about Jack. It's just that..." "Just what?" Kathy asked. "Well, women aren't supposed to be that way anymore. This is the 1980's: We have important careers. Surely you understand, Kathy! You're considered the top criminal lawyer in the state of either sex. I'm struggling, but I'm about be become a partner in the Firm, and..." "Look," Kathy said, "I'm tired. I've had a rough week. Ken and Jack will be back with the Evans in just seven days. I've promised myself that I am going to be in the best shape I can be when he returns. I owe it to Ken to be at my best when he comes home. But what the hell! If you're willing, let me try a little test. I'll ask a question. You answer and then I'll answer. I promise you, I will restrict my answer to things that happened with seven days prior to the Evans sailing. Okay? Do you want to play?" Sandy nodded and Kathy said, "First question: Jack comes up behind you and squeezes your ass. What do you do?" * * * The homecoming was joyous. In no time they were out of their clothes with Kathy on her knees before him. She was weighing his scrotum filled with his sexual juices in her hands. When she made little unhappy noises, Ken asked what was wrong. She looked up at him with a loving smile and said, "We're going to have to work very hard to empty this all into me. 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