"Okay Mrs. Taylor, I finished cleaning out the garage like you asked. Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked as I entered the laundry room where she was putting another load of clothes to wash.
"No, Johnny, that's about it. Thank you very much for your help, though. I appreciate it," she said with a small smile.
"That's okay, Mrs. Taylor, I'm just glad I was able to help you. You picked a good day for this because I didn't have anything going on today. I was actually glad that you called - it gave me an excuse to get out of the house!" I said.
"I'm glad too. I've been meaning to get to that garage for a while now, but..." her words faded away before she could finish her sentence.
I had known Mrs. Taylor for several years. Her son Paul and I had been friends for years and were like two peas in a pod. Folks used to say where you find one of us, the other one wasn't far behind. And they were usually right! We had been through everything together but in high school, Paul got a scholarship to a college several states away on the East Coast and after graduating last year, he got a job the next town over.
So the "dynamic duo" had been broken up. I was glad he got the scholarship and was doing good for himself. I missed him at first—a lot. But time had healed all that, and we both moved on with our lives.
Last winter, about six months ago now, I got word that Mrs. Taylor and her husband had split up. I didn't really know too much about it - I kinda figured it was because Paul had moved away from home. I know that they had been having problems for a while—I just assumed that once Paul graduated college and was planning on staying back east, they just thought it was time to end it.
I was just about to head for home when I noticed that Mrs. Taylor looked... well not quite herself. Normally, she was friendly and cheerful and always had a smile for anyone who needed it. Hers was the house that all the kids gravitated to and she was the Mom we all secretly wished was ours. But today she was quiet and sort of sad—totally unlike her.
"Is everything all right Mrs. Taylor?" I asked her.
"Yes, Johnny, I'm just... not feeling myself today," she said. I had followed her into the hallway where she was putting some towels in the linen closet that she had just gotten out of the dryer.
"Oh?" I said, not letting this go.
"I guess cleaning out the garage of Mike's things has gotten me a little down. We had been married for twenty-four years, after all," she said.
"Yeah, I was shocked to hear that you two had split up," I said.
"Well not so shocking if you knew why we split up!" she commented.
"Why, if you don't mind my asking?" I said.
"I suppose it's all right to tell you, after all, it's public knowledge to most of our friends anyway. Mike had been cheating on me with his secretary Tina," she said.
"Oh, Mrs. Taylor, I'm sorry," I said, feeling bad that I had brought it up now.
"It's not your fault Johnny, you didn't know. And this wasn't the first time the bastard had been caught with his boots under the wrong bed. He'd cheated on me three other times. I'd finally had enough of it all. I was in a place where I didn't have a kid to worry about feeding and caring for now, so I told him I was through being his mistress instead of his wife. I was supposed to be his number one girl, not the just-in-case girl," she said.
"Damn... that's just terrible, Mrs. Taylor. But I completely understand what you are saying. What I don't get is how he could think he'd find someone better than you. I mean, look at you Mrs. Taylor, you're beautiful, kind, and the most caring person I know!" I said to her.
"Thank you, sweetie, it's nice to know someone thinks so," she said, looking down.
I could see that this whole divorce had left her broken and insecure about herself as a woman and her worth.
"Mrs. Taylor, I meant what I said—you are very beautiful and... sexy. And you are the nicest person I know," I said.
She looked up at me when I said sexy. "You really think I'm beautiful?" she asked.
"Yes I do, Mrs. Taylor. Can I say something... it might be kinda weird..." I asked.
"Of course, Johnny, what is it?"
"Well I don't know if you realize it or not, but I've kinda had a crush on you for a few years now," I confessed.
"A crush?" she asked surprised, "on me?"
"Yeah. I have always thought you were very hot and very sexy. I mean look at you Mrs. Taylor; you are beautiful, you have a rocking body and you always dress so nice—you are always in dresses, never in old jeans or sweatpants or something. You look and act like a real lady. I like that very much," I said.
As I spoke, I could see her looking up at me, her eyes flicking back and forth. She was listening to my words, but I don't think she quite believed me. I needed to show her that they weren't just words...
"You know, you have also been the subject of a lot of very happy dreams, Mrs. Taylor," I said as I stepped forward and put my hands on ribs, just to the side and below her amazing tits. She leaned back slightly against the closet door as I held her in place.
"I... I have?" she said, her voice faltering a bit.
"Yes, you have. I have woken up several times with morning wood because of you," I told her.
"What kind of... dreams, Johnny?" she asked, barely above a whisper, as if someone else might hear. But we were alone in the big rambling two-story house.
"Well, I don't know if I should tell you... I mean you are Paul's mom," I said.
"Please, Johnny, please tell me," she said, reaching out to put her hands on my chest. "And it's Karen. You can call me Karen from now on."
This was my chance. There could not have been a better lead-in than this to make my move. I took one hand and put it behind her head, sliding my fingers through her soft black hair as I did. Then I leaned in and brought her lips to mine, kissing her cautiously at first—I didn't know whether I would get kissed back or slapped for being too forward. But when I felt my kiss being returned and her arms go around my hips, I knew the slap wasn't going to be a concern.
Our kiss, which started out soft and timid, quickly became more passionate and even hungry. Karen needed to be kissed, to be appreciated, and to feel she was still desirable. And this was my chance to fulfill what I had only been able to dream about until now.
I stepped forward once more, this time pressing myself up against her and pinning her firmly against the closet door. I slid my hands down to her hips and then around to grab her ass as our kiss became a desperate need. I heard her moan softly as my fingers dug into her ass over her tight black skirt and her arms moved up to wrap around my neck.
I felt her lips part, an invitation for my tongue to come out to play, which it accepted immediately. She began sucking on my tongue, a pretense to what she wanted to do to other parts of my body, I would find out.
Our kissing was urgent now—we were making out like a couple kids afraid her parents would walk in at any time. My hands gripped her ass, mauling the firm tight roundness, and her hands were running through my hair as we devoured each other. It was almost like we were racing to see who could get the most kisses in.
When we broke our frantic kissing to come up for air, Karen looked up at me, her arms still around my neck. "Johnny?" she asked. That one word was all I needed. I understood the meaning plain and clear. I bent down and swept her legs up into my arms and carried her back down the hallway to her bedroom.
I was glad at that moment that I had spent all those hours in the gym, working out and getting buff. I was on the high school wrestling team as well as played football, so I had to be in good shape. And it served me well then and now as I carried my trophy to her room to enjoy her further.
Karen laid her head on my shoulder as I carried her down the hallway. I could have carried her like that forever... I was so honored and contented to have this magnificent woman wanting me and asking me to take her to bed.
We entered her bedroom and I walked over to set her gently down next to the bed. She reached down, grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt and she pushed it upwards helping me to take it off over my head. As she lifted it, she saw my chest and smiled appreciably.
"Mmmm, I like a strong powerful chest!" she cooed. She leaned forward and kissed and licked my nipples, sucking them as I held her head in place. I'd never had a girl suck my nipples—usually, I was the one sucking and licking hers. But with this hottie, it was quite erotic.
After she had tasted me, she pushed me back until I reached the edge of her bed and my knees buckled, forcing me to sit on the bed. Then with a smile, she stepped back a bit and she began to get undressed herself.
Karen slowly got undressed, teasing me and doing her rendition of a striptease for me as I watched, captivated. She removed her blouse slowly unbuttoning each button and showing me what lay beneath. Then, when she took it completely off, she draped it around my neck and pulled me forward slightly. I reached up for one of her brassiere-encased tits and she playfully slapped my hand, shaking her finger in a "no-no" manner with a sexy smirk.
She then started to remove her tight skirt, turning around with her back to me and shimmying her hips as she pushed the skirt down an inch at a time. She pushed her hot tight ass at me, showing me how the creamy pale globes looked without her skirt. She bent down like she was picking something up off the floor and I saw the strip of her red panties as it ran up between her long legs. Moving past her hips the skirt slid down her thighs and then dropped to the floor around her feet like an inky puddle.
