A Summer Next Door

[To keep questions about age of consent minimal, based on biological differences in species, you can't set consent to a specific number in Petropolis. So it is at puberty, and the boy within is of age. Also, this is FICTION.]

Charlie Coyote was a 15 year old boy living on the outskirts of the suburbs of Petropolis. Fairly average as far as his abilities went, he had a love for video games, an interest in girls, and a sense of humor given to him by the internet. However, two factors put him in a unique situation. First, his friends lived far enough away that once summer came, with no car and his bike being broken, he didn't get to see them much outside the confines of social media.

The other was that growing up, his social life when his friends didn't visit (or his parents got tired of him) consisted of speaking to the widowed housewife next door. Mrs. Katherine "Katie" Katswell was a curvaceous, slightly overweight woman in her 40s, with a strong core under her soft exterior due to years of working as a maid, but currently living a quiet life at home. 

She was a lonely woman, her husband dying early in the formative years of her twin daughters, leaving her little time for friends between her job and raising her rambunctious girls. Her only regular friend was a children's show host (with a notorious sexual appetite), so when Charlie came over as a young boy to see her, she was delighted to have something to talk about that wasn't men (or women) and how to make them happy. She enjoyed when her young friend visited her, often showering him in ice cream, cookies, and other delights his parents would frown on, rewarding him for his help as well as for his company. 

They'd first met when he'd carelessly thrown a ball through her window, over which his father made him tearfully apologize and promise to help her do chores for a week. The woman took pity on him, not worried at all about the window, but that he had no friends in the neighborhood to play with. She took him under her wing and treated him as her own child, often calling him over to her yard to ask if he wanted a treat, or someone to spend time with.

Charlie and Mrs. Katswell slowly grew attached to each other, he often helping her with housework and other chores, then asking to spend the night. The duo always stayed up late eating junk food and watching old movies, falling asleep against each other on the couch. Charlie would always find himself covered in a blanket and in her guest room, the mystery of how she carried him without waking him up amusing him.

 When he'd grown closer to puberty, Charlie's mother began to disapprove of his sleepovers with their 'cat neighbor,' relaying to him warnings that "older women shouldn't be sleeping that close to boys." Charlie didn't understand her worries, having explained to her neither had done anything inappropriate or seen each other in compromising situations, but that didn't assuage her concerns.

Unfortunately, once the first signs of manhood came, between the pressure of his parents and the mild teasing of his friends, he withdrew from Mrs. Katswell and spent his summers riding his bike or playing his favorite games. Over time, he'd forgotten his times spent with her, and while she missed her surrogate son dearly, she wouldn't push him into any situations he wasn't comfortable with, so she spent her time watching her favorite shows and talking to her daughters on the phone, when they'd tolerate her.

---

In the summer after Charlie had turned 15, he was doing his usual yard chores, mowing the lawn while his parents had gone to visit friends. It was extraordinarily hot, and the velvety, short fur under his clothes trapped enough heat that he felt miserable and looked forward to getting back inside to the cool air. Once he put the mower away in the back yard, he wiped the sweat from his brow and muttered to himself as he walked to the front door. 

"Fucking fur and we still sweat... what asshole thought that was a good idea..." His thoughts were on getting inside quickly to change as he turned the knob, it refusing to budge. 

"Oh come on, am I locked out?" he said aloud to himself, before he walked to the side and rear doors to check them too, both locked tight. "Oh god, man it's too hot." 

He leaned against the wooden fence, frowning to himself as he thought of what to do next, when he heard a cheerful humming from the yard next door.

Looking through a hole in the fence, his gaze scanned across the yard until it stopped in surprise on the large butt of his old friend, Mrs. Katswell, sunbathing in a long chair. While she couldn't tan like some hairless species did, she enjoyed the heat and it helped her with her life stresses, and it seemed she'd chosen today to do it. The cat had the same length of short, velvety fur as he did, and she'd put on a bikini that was too small for her figure, the top fitting her large breasts well enough, but her bottom was clearly designed for someone a few years younger (and with a few less inches on the glutes.)

She was on her belly, her backside in the air and her tail lazily swishing back and forth to the side of it. Her bikini was mildly stretched against the mountains they attempted to contain, and sank into her soft flesh, accenting her cheeks in ways that made them hang out in full view, not a dimple in sight thanks to her keeping her weight under enough control to keep her figure curvy rather than grotesque.

Charlie drank in the sight, unable to take his eyes off the scene before him, and a bulge slowly growing in his shorts that his hand absentmindedly moved to. As she turned over, Mrs. Katswell pushed her breasts up into her top and stretched her legs with a long yawn, the fabric pressing into her groin hard enough that Charlie could make out the hints of her lips. He began to tug lightly at himself, his thoughts turning to how she'd look with nothing on at all, before he shook it off and looked down at the tent in his pants, feeling guilt that he'd thought of his neighbor that way.

He adjusted himself so his arousal would be less obvious, and called to the woman over the fence. "Mrs. Katswell? Hey, can I ask for your help?" 

The cat looked over to the fence with a cock of her head before her face lit up. "Charlie? Is that my Charlie?" 

"Ye-yes, hey uh... I locked myself myself out of my house. No one is here, and it's too hot, can... may I come over until someone gets back?"

She quickly stood up with a smile, her breasts jiggling as she moved around and put a robe on herself. 

"Of COURSE! You know I'd never refuse a visit from you, not even now! Come to the front door, I'll let you in." 

He thankfully sighed in relief and walked around to her front door, where she had closed her robe over herself completely and had a glass of iced lemonade in her hand. Had she been expecting visitors? 

She beamed at him with a smile, just as she had when he was younger and a regular at her home. "Hi Charlie, been a long time since you came to see me." 

"I know... just... teen things, you know, we get all weird and... mom is a bitch about hanging out with older women..." 

She huffed with an eye-roll as he took the glass from her hand, patting him on the shoulder and standing aside to let him in.

"I don't see the problem, as far as I care you're my son. They sure didn't mind you being over here out of their way before your b-" She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Let's talk about other things. How have you been? Are you sweet on any girls?" 

Charlie laughed sheepishly. "Ah, heh...no, no luck yet. Not from... uh... lack of interest. Just, you know." 

"Aw, you're shy are you?" 

"Yeah, sometimes. Not always. Mostly around really pretty girls." He cleared his throat and looked down at the ground before shaking his head. "I really haven't changed much, you know, aside from, well, teenage hormone... things. Still like my video games, still idle on the internet, don't have anyone nearby to see in the summer. Still."  He exhaled a deep breath, while Mrs. Katswell gave him a sympathetic look. 

"I'm sorry to hear that. You're 15 now, if I remember, right?" 

"Yeah, my parents like to remind me I'm too old to be indoors all day... but uhhhh... I don't really have anywhere to go. I can't drive." 

"Well, if you're 15, are you old enough to make some choices for yourself?" 

"I... well I'd like to think so."

The cat smiled at him and crossed her arms. "If you're willing to, and there's no pressure from me here, you could come spend time here with me, any time you're bored or your parents are giving you trouble. I'm still bored and lonely, even if I talk to my girls a little more often than I used to." 

"Yeah, yeah sure. I didn't really stop visiting because I got... uh, tired of you. Mom got all bitchy about my... er..." he sighed. "Puberty. And my friends kept teasing me about becoming an old lady in an apron." Charlie paused briefly to collect his thoughts. "And how are the girls? I only ever met... uh... Kitty."

Mrs. Katswell laughed lightly. "Katty might get a work-release from jail, finally, since her new medication seems to be helping her, and Kitty, that girl is always too busy with her work to find herself a boyfriend. I swear. Anyway, I can't tell you enough how much I've missed you. Also... I think you'd look GOOD in a dress like mine." 

"Aw man..." 

She burst out laughing and waved a hand quickly at his embarrassed look.  "I joke, I joke, don't take me too seriously. Say, while you're here... would you like to watch a movie?" 

"Ye-yeah, sure, okay."

The two walked into her living room and Charlie sat down on the couch as she picked an old comedy from the 1960s. "Some things never change," he thought to himself.

A couple hours later, Charlie heard a car door close and the familiar whine of his mother. "Well... guess they're back." 

Mrs. Katswell wore a look of genuine disappointment. "Aw, and here I was hoping I got to keep you longer." 

"Yeah, I was getting... uh, comfortable here. But I'll come back, honest. I was getting too tired of being around them anyway." 

Charlie elected to keep the part about wanting to see her in her bikini again to himself. As he stood up and stretched, she approached him and embraced him in a hug. 

"I missed you, Charlie. I'm glad you came to see me, even if it was because my air conditioner works." Her breasts brushed against him, causing him to hesitate before putting his arms around her. 

"Yeah. I missed this too. I'll be back tomorrow, probably, they're gonna leave again." 

As they stepped away from each other, Charlie smiled. "Maybe the next day too." 

The cat put her hands on her hips with a smirk. "If you'd be up for it, I can make dinner both days." 

"Okay, sure. Mom can't cook for sh... yeah. Bye, Mrs. Katswell." 

"Katie, Charlie. Always Katie." 

"Yeah." 

She watched the boy walk home, his shoulders drooping slightly as he passed through the doorway. "Poor guy... I should have said something sooner..."

---

Charlie sighed with a bit of resignation as he walked inside his home, having heard his mother's bickering tone from the front yard. His parents always managed to have disagreements upon returning home from wherever it was they'd gone, and he preferred to stay away from them when he could. Both went silent when he walked in, and he gave his father a slight wave. 

"Hey, I'm back. I locked myself out and uh... Mrs. Katswell let me wait for you in her place. It was too hot." His mother gave him a look of disapproval, while his father had a look of mild amusement on his face.

"So, how was your visit with her?" he said. Charlie rubbed the back of his head.

"She uh... heh. She was actually really happy to see me. Went on about it." 

His father's smile got even wider, his mother giving the man a dirty look. "I bet she was." 

"Said she missed me." 

"Enough, Colin," his mother cut in. "Why would she talk about missing you? That woman makes me nervous, and I don't understand her obsession with you." Charlie frowned at her.

"Obsession? She's lonely, god knows you don't go over to talk to her." 

"Yes but, hanging around with teen boys?" 

Charlie breathed in deeply to relax himself. "Look. I'm 15, I think I get a little... responsibility in.... uh... choosing who my friends are. She's never been bad to me." 

His mother gave him a sour look. "Well I'm not sure it should be a regular thing." 

"Look, If I want to go see Katie, I think it's my choice. I missed her too, okay? I had fun. And I'm going back tomorrow."

Charlie's father looked at his wife with a sneer, before turning back to him. "You should probably at least attempt to ask for permission first." 

"Dad, you're the one who said I shouldn't be inside all day in mom's way." 

"I did, yeah." 

"So I go over there, not in the way." 

"And?" 

"Please." 

His father winked. "Done." 

"I uh... I'll be there for dinner too, she invited me." 

Charlie's mother huffed. "Excuse me? What's wrong with dinner with your family?" 

"Your cooking fucking sucks." 

"CHARLES COYOTE, I WILL SLAP THE FUR OFF YOUR MUZZLE!"

His father stepped in immediately. "Enough, Caroline. Charles, you will show SOME respect to your mother, teenager or not. And watch your mouth." 

"Right, sorry. Just frustrated. Cooking is fine, but she asked." 

His father nodded in satisfaction at the apology. "Better. Yes, fine, as long as you let us know before your mother cooks, you can eat there." 

"Any time?" 

Colin nodded. "Sure. But only if she asks you." 

"Sure. Going to my room, okay? Sorry, mom." 

He walked in and immediately closed his door, locking it and letting out another deep breath. "God damn." 

Mrs. Katswell's mostly bare buttocks had been in the back of his mind since he'd seen them, and though he wasn't hard, Charlie could feel a deep ache in his groin from a constant state of arousal. He found a solitary sock laying on the bed and pulled off his shorts, laying bottomless on the bed as his cock sprang to life, thoughts of his neighbor clouding his mind as as his hand vigorously tugged on his shaft. He imagined the scent of her pussy, her ass as she sank down on his cock, her breasts swaying as she rode him... her lips pressing against his as her arms wrapped around him.

He came suddenly, barely having time to get the sock in place to catch the thick ropes he shot as his hips bucked. "Oh g-g-god, fuck..." he laid there for a bit, thoughts of ecstasy and passion giving way to an intense guilt about what he'd done. 

He'd just jerked off to thoughts of sex with Mrs. Katswell, a woman who thought of him as her own son. Granted, she had some features that no sane teen boy would turn down... but he felt like she'd disapprove of his actions all the same. He cleaned himself up and took the sock to the laundry hamper in the garage, his father getting up and following him back to his room. 

"Charlie." 

"Yeah?" 

His father stopped in the doorway, then looked behind him before continuing. "She's not going to fuck you, son." 

Charlie looked at his father in surprise. "What?" 

"Mrs. Katswell. I saw her laying in her yard in that tiny bikini, I'm not blind. I know why you want to see her again. She's not going to fuck you." 

"Jesus fucking... no, it's not like that. She practically begged me to visit again and... I missed her too. Okay?" 

"Fine, but remember that." 

"Yeah, fine, don't try to fuck the neighbor milf." 

"Milf, huh?" He grinned at the suddenly self aware and embarrassed boy. "Good talk."

"Y-you too."

---

Charlie woke up the next morning with the guilty feelings about jerking off to his neighbor still hanging over his head. Not just that he'd done it, but that he'd felt something he'd never experienced before. In his lustful thoughts, he'd very clearly imagined her enveloping him with a hug and kissing him, not his typical habits when thinking of girls he knew. These new feelings of affection mixed in with his fap-bait were confusing, at the very least. 

He'd always always been fond of Mrs. Katswell, even when he hadn't seen her for a couple years, anyone asking would be told how kind and loving she was. But this... he'd never thought of her that way. She'd practically helped raised him as a mother (or an aunt) for years, and he'd found out just yesterday she loved him as her son as much as she always had. Was this okay, to jerk off to your mother? Your aunt? 

"...Even if their body was fucking perfect?" he thought to himself as he chose clothes for the day, walking to the shower, and giving his dick another session of furious tugging, having frustrated himself into yet another erection.

Once he was back in his room and dressed, he dwelled on the consequences of his newfound feelings. He was much younger than her, but also, was his lust wrong? Would it cause him to treat her too differently, being inappropriate? Would it drive her away? All these thoughts rumbled through his head, and made him feel conflicted about going to her home again, but in the end, he knew she'd ask where he was if he didn't.

The walk next door was long and slow, Charlie's shoulders drooping as a cloud hung over his head. The cat had been watching him from the window and greeting him with a worried look when he arrived at her door. 

"What's wrong, hon?" 

"I...mm. I feel bad about... some things." She immediately hugged him, causing him to stiffen up a little. 

"Oh no, that's no good. Come in, you can tell me about it."

The two walked in through the kitchen, a waiting jug of lemonade on the counter. Charlie looked at it and thought back to how she'd gotten a glass to him so quickly the previous day. 

"Katie? Why... I mean uh, do you always have lemonade?" 

"Oh my yes, I love the stuff. Always have a jug made." 

"Ah... uh... wondered how you had it ready for me yesterday." 

She turned and looked at him, smiling. "Oh that was my glass, I hadn't drank from it yet, and you needed it more than I did. So, sit down, what's bugging you?"

Charlie sat on a bar stool, Mrs. Katswell standing across the bar from him, attempting to hide the same worried expression she wore when he'd arrived. 

"Was it your mom? Are you not supposed to be here?" 

"N-no, she uh... she bitched, but they said it's my choice." 

"Oh... good, then." 

"I can eat here if I let them know, too." 

"Oh! Well then," she said with a smile. He swallowed hard, a light sweat appearing on his forehead. 

"Katie, uh... this is embarrassing. If an uh... a boy is frustrated by something he can't... uh... do or have, is it bad to take out his frustrations over it? Should he feel guilty?" 

"Frustrations?" she thought, missing his intent. She thought Charlie's question over, wanting to ease his mind, preferring the more cheerful, if slightly less talkative-than-he-used-to-be boy she knew.

"Well, Charlie... I think as long as no one is hurt, and it helps you clear your mind, you have nothing to feel bad about." 

"Really?" 

"Mmhmm. A young man should have some some of outlet, I suppose." 

He didn't expect that, at all. Was she okaying his masturbation to thoughts of her? It sure felt like she was, and he sighed in relief. The questions of his other feelings for her remained, but he didn't want to press his luck.

"Thank you, Katie. I feel better," he said with a slight smile, causing her to beam happily. 

"There's the smile I want to see!" 

The remainder of their day together went well, with more movies, junk food, and Charlie stealing glances at her breasts, reassured by her response. He returned home late that evening, a bounce in his step as he happily greeted his parents and settled in for the evening. 

---

Mrs. Katswell and Charlie's visits became a daily occurrence, she greeting him at the door with lemonade, candy, or some other forbidden snack, and hugging him. It was a bizarre double life where she was Charlie's second mom at the door, transforming into his secret porn star through the fence when she was in her chair in the back yard. 

The cat kept up with her late morning sunning habits, and he routinely peeped on her, masturbating to the sight of her ass barely contained, the hints of her pussy when she turned just right, or her supple breasts when they moved about seductively. At first, the curvy bombshell he saw through the fence was a different person to him than the sweet, soft woman in a flowery dress and apron who greeted him at the door.

As the weeks passed, he found it harder to separate the two, longing for the affections and touch of the woman in the house as much as he did the wild sexual inhibitions of the dream woman in the yard. He found as many reasons as he could to be around her, often only returning home to sleep, do chores, relieve his frustrations at the fence, and then shower before returning.

From her point of view, Mrs. Katswell was delighted Charlie spent so much time with her, taking the time to decorate her home subtly, in ways that were more suitable of a woman who got visitors than a bored widow who bought knickknacks to amuse herself.

The two slowly grew comfortable around each other, she sometimes opening the door still in her bikini and open robe, giving him ample time to look at her before she closed it. Charlie began to express himself more openly, talking of his home life where his mother seemed to resent him, while controlling him as best she could unless his father intervened, her lack of cooking skills, and their constant argument over her suspicions of his father. The cat consoled his grievances with soft reassurances, hugs, and head pats, reminding him he was always welcome at her home if things got bad.

Charlie began to see Mrs. Katswell less as his mother and more as a woman who cared for him, further blurring the line between who he saw at the door and who he saw through the fence, especially when she'd greet him in her open robe.

One day, he made his usual trek to the fence, making sure to unzip his pants for easy access to himself. Mrs. Katswell was in her usual spot, though this time, she was asleep and her top had come loose, allowing her large, hanging breasts free for Charlie's eyes. Her brown nipples were pointy, the light morning breeze hardening them as they waited for his arrival. Charlie began to shake, his cock so hard it hurt as he fumbled to get it out and pump furiously, thoughts of her pushing them together for him to slide himself between, her sucking his tip with lusty eyes.

He felt his loins tingling as he got closer to orgasm, his thoughts turning to holding her tightly as they kissed, no longer fucking her tits but her hand sliding up and down his shaft as she cooed. "Let it out, for me," she said, pulling away from his mouth as he snapped back to reality, gritting his teeth and coating the fence in a layer of semen, having to steady himself. Charlie was no longer bothered by the affectionate passions he felt, instead finding the idea of her being his girl as he took her exciting.

That night, long after he'd gotten home, Charlie's mother was yelling at his father yet again about who he'd been talking to on the phone, when Charlie decided he'd had enough and stormed into the front room. 

"Oh my fucking God, why are you yelling?" 

His dad looked at him with an apologetic shrug. "Your... mother thinks I'm seeing strange women. She's never let go I was flirting with... it doesn't matter, it was before you were even born." 

"I HEARD HER VOICE ON THE PHONE COLIN!" 

His father's expression changed to anger. "It was the FUCKING SECRETARY FROM WORK YOU CRAZY BITCH." 

"YOU COCKSUCKING LIAR, I'M GOING TO CALL TOMORROW AND CHECK!" 

Charlie roared out under his breath as loudly as he could, "REEAAAAAAGH! Fuck this, I'm going to Katie's." 

His mother protested in the same tone. "IT'S TEN PM, YOU HAVE NO BU-" 

"FUCKING SUE ME THEN," he cut her off as he walked out the door.

Holding back tears as he crossed the yard and knocked on her door, Charlie sniffled. 

Mrs. Katswell spoke through the door. "I HAVE A GUN!" 

"Wha-no no, it's CHARLIE, Katie. God damn." 

She answered in a long night gown, her hair ruffled as if she was sleeping. "Charlie? What happened? Why are you here so late?" 

"They were fighting... I can't take it anymore. Can I stay the night here with you?" He looked at her with reddened eyes, tears matting his upper cheeks. 

"Charlie, my boy, I adore you, but I'm not..." The sight of his face melted her heart, and she stood aside and let him in.

He looked around the room, seeing no hint of the firearm she threatened him with. "Where's the gun?" 

Mrs. Katswell responded by flexing her arms, Charlie bursting into laughter. "Pffhahaha, Jesus, really? Dad jokes?" 

"Mom jokes. Hey, uh Charlie? I heard the yelling next door from my room, I won't lie to you. I was hoping... that it would pass quickly and you'd be okay." 

"I'm not, she's gotten worse." 

"I'm sorry, but I'm glad you're here, either way." 

Charlie sat on the couch, she taking the cushion directly next to him as he gave her a sideways glance. "I um... I didn't mean to wake you up." 

"You didn't, your shrew mother did. Lord. I shouldn't talk about her to you like that." 

"Bitch, cunt, shrew. Shitty cook." 

She clicked her tongue at him. "Language, young man." 

"Sorry. Mediocre cook." 

The cat laughed a hearty laugh and slapped her knee, before rubbing her hand on his shoulder. "Charlie, I'm going to be honest, I can't carry you to the guest room if you fall asleep on the couch anymore. You're just too big." 

"I understand." 

"Can't have you in my bed either." 

He looked at her in surprise. "...what?" 

"I fart too much in my sleep." 

Charlie wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Gross." 

She grinned at him. "Ha, knew you'd like that. You're just on your own if you fall asleep here, okay?" 

"Yeah, I get it." 

"And I'm not tired anymore... movie time?"

He smiled and wiped his eyes. "I'm game." 

The two sat together half the night, Charlie and her nodding off against each other halfway through an old black and white film. He woke up around 3 am, finding the cat leaning against him, snoring gently. 

"Katie?" 

"Mmm?" 

"Hey, Katie." 

"Wuh?" she said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. 

"You fell asleep on me."

"Oh...sorry," she said, standing up and walking toward her bedroom, before turning around to look at him. "You make a fine pillow, hon. I was sleeping pretty hard. Goodnight." 

Charlie rubbed the back of his head with an embarrassed laugh before laying down and returning to sleep.

---

The next morning, Charlie awoke to the smell of sizzling bacon and pancakes, a cheery humming coming from behind him. He looked around him in confusion. 

"Hello?" The humming stopped as Mrs. Katswell spoke up. 

"You're still at my place, Charlie. You stayed the night, remember? You're on my couch." 

"Oh... uh... yeah. Right." 

He stood up and sat on a bar stool at the counter, watching the cat move various pans on the stove. 

"I hope you're hungry," she said cheerily as she set a plate and silverware in front of him.

"Yes, starving." 

"Good." She served him a tall stack of pancakes he could never hope to finish, complete with three fried eggs and two bacon strips, smiling proudly at his wide open eyes. "I might have made too much." 

"Maybe." Charlie dug in as she watched him with a smile, her own plate with much smaller portions. 

"So... why were your mom and dad fighting, again? I heard her yelling about other women."

Charlie set his fork down and sighed. "Yeah, though I think dad is more talk than action... when it comes to... well, you know." 

"Oh I knew your father before you were around, he was one heck of of charmer who played it fast and loose with flirting. He never followed up on it though." 

He looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. "How do you know this?" 

"I know, trust me."

His eyes went wide as he smiled. "No way... did dad try to pull some moves on you?" 

Mrs. Katswell smiled in embarrassment. "He might have tried. He didn't get anywhere, I can assure you, as much as I liked the attention." 

"So... what happened after that? I know your husband died like... sorry, shouldn't bring him up. But, what happened after dad? I've never seen another guy here." A faraway look came over her face as her smile dropped, causing Charlie to panic. "Uh I... so uh.... dad, you know you wouldn't be the only woman mom never forgave, she's got a... uh, a hit list." 

"I'd believe it. and honestly Charlie, I don't mind if she hates me, it's that she used you as leverage over it." 

They sat in silence for a few minutes, both unsure where to go next in their rather personal talk. Charlie then cleared his throat and pressed about his father again."So uh, what exactly did he do?" 

"Hmm?" 

"Like, you know, flirting. You said dad was really good at it. How did he flirt?" 

"Oh, well he was really good at flattery, he knew how to make you feel like the prettiest woman in the world. He uh... knew how to make you not feel so lonely..." She shook her head and laughed. "Why am I telling you this? You could just go ask him yourself."

"I don't want to land someone like mom." 

Mrs. Katswell burst into a long, hearty laugh. "Lord, Charlie, you can make me happy when you try." 

He smiled, feeling things were safe again. "So he never talked about these things with you? Making girls swoon, that stuff?" 

"No, I guess he felt I had his talents, or he wanted me to figure it out on my own."

"Hey now, you're a pretty charming young man, Charlie." 

He felt himself blush as he smiled and looked away. "It's not charm, really, just luck. Some girls don't see you as, you know, a guy. He wasn't really much help." 

"He didn't help you at all?" "Well... you know how sometimes dads have secret naked lady magazines?" 

She thinned out her lips at what she felt was coming. "I don't know by experience."

"Yeah well one day I came home... you know, from here. I was 7, 8? And on the couch, there's one there. Open." 

The cat looked at him warily. "Right..." 

"It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman naked." 

"Well I suppose there are worse-" 

"They all had bodies kind of like yours. Uh... uh, a lot like... yours." Charlie smiled at her weakly, then lowered his head, shaking it while exhaling, muttering to himself. "The fuck am I doing." 

She wiped a sweat forming on her brow, and cleared her throat. "I... well. I didn't know fat old widows were in magazines like that. Huh." 

"That's... that's too harsh..." 

"I... thank... thank you. You're very polite Charlie."

Both sat in awkward silence, not wishing to discuss that topic further. 

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, you screwed it all up," Charlie thought to himself in embarrassed horror. After recomposing herself, Mrs. Katswell changed the topic to his friends. 

"So... your friends. And I'm not saying you shouldn't be here all the time, god knows I mostly spend the time between your visits bored if not sunning myself. They really won't come around to see you? They don't have uh, bikes?" 

"Psh, no, they're barely friends as it is. I only see them on the internet." 

The two having recovered from the dangerously personal path, the rest of their day went without troubles or embarrassment, Charlie making a mental note to choose his topics more carefully.

___

Once Charlie broke through the hurdle of staying overnight at Mrs. Katswell's house, he began staying several times a week. His mother vocally opposed it, though his father's open amusement by it after his warning to his son about his odds with the woman led to his encouragement. The duo were once again becoming nearly inseparable by day, Mrs. Katswell even taking him on errands shopping.

One day she'd met him at the door with keys in her hand, one of her nicer, slightly form fitting dresses on. "Hey Charlie, I have to go buy some groceries right now. You want to come with me?" 

"Yeah, cool." He did his best to keep his staring at her plump rear and pressed together breasts to when she wasn't looking, though if she'd caught him, she'd not let on. He'd had his usual fence session earlier, but it did little to help the protest of his cock against his shorts. 

The cat did most of the talking during the drive. Charlie stole quick glances at her chest as she went on about her daughters moving in together, and the desire of Katty to visit her soon, along with her hopes he could be there when her daughter came. He did his best to control his sweats, frustrated at his being trapped in the car with his loins protesting his attempts to remain calm. In the store, he caught several more stealthy glances at her butt and chest as she wandered the aisles grabbing various items for her basket.

When she grabbed one can of beans, it slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, causing her to click her tongue and bend over to pick it up without considering that Charlie was right behind her. Even with the stitched hole for her tail being an anchor, her dress was tight enough that it lifted up off her cheeks and showed off a nice, frilly black pair of cotton underwear.

Charlie's eyes immediately went wide with shock, exclaiming "HOLY SHIT" as the cat stood up quickly and turned to look at him in embarrassment, his mouth hanging wide as he tried to cover it. "Ididn'tseeanything" he said from behind his hands, the cat noticing a bulge in his pants that she quickly shook out of her mind as she looked him in the face again.

"Good... uh... okay, good, glad you didn't. We uhh... hey would you go to the next aisle over and get me a bag of rice?" 

"Mmmyeah sure thing," he said, quickly turning around and jogging around the corner. 

Mrs. Katswell looked down at her chest, her nipples rock hard and poking through her top, the brief image of his bulge passing through her head again."Christ, Katherine, focus." 

He walked back around the corner with the rice, an awkward smile on his face. "Hey, Katie, when we get back, I forgot to uh, do some chores. It okay if I come back later?" 

"Oh, of course hon, don't worry about that. Will you be back for dinner?" 

"Sure will." 

They spent the rest of the trip in relative silence, both embarrassed by what had happened. Charlie gave her a quick hug and wave when they'd returned, jogging home. Whatever chores he'd forgotten, she had no clue. Mrs. Katswell herself welcomed the break, being a single widow with the sex life of a corpse meant she had to make do with her fingers or various edibles she wrapped in condoms, and only when he wasn't around.

While she shook off the earlier incident as a mistake that wouldn't come up later, she felt pent up and pulled a cucumber from her vegetable drawer, then selected a flavored condom from the stash she'd kept in a drawer that she never let Charlie open. Instead of keeping them for sex, she used them to protect herself from not-so-smooth vegetables she relieved herself with, seeing no reason to own a rubber toy when she could simply wash her momentary lover and eat it afterward.

She walked to her bedroom, taking her more comfortable sundress out of her closet on the bed, then taking off her clothes. Her choice of the day wasn't especially large, but it would do well enough to get the job done.

She pulled the condom from its packaging and then slipped it over the cucumber, her hand slowly running over it as she laid down on her bed, her folds sopping wet from missing her morning habits. She slowly pushed it into herself, a long moaning "ohhhhhhhh god" emanating from her as it squished in and stopped at her fingers. Her other hand moved to her left nipple, the still hardened nubs extra sensitive, and she began to pinch it as she pushed and pulled her toy in and out of herself.

Her thoughts wandered to her long since gone husband, and the few lovers she'd managed in her busy times between when her girls left and she retired her housekeeping job, imagining a man thrusting into her as her breaths quickened, her orgasm fast approaching. As she came to climax, the image of Charlie's bulge in his pants flashed through her mind again, catching her off guard as she came with a shuddering moan.

Trying to catch her breath, that cat laid on her bed, confused and stunned at how that had come into her mind right then. Charlie was like her son, it wasn't proper to think about him like that, was it? Even if he was the only man that she saw anymore...

She shook those thoughts off quickly as Charlie knocked on the door again, putting on her usual white underwear and dress, still tying her apron on as she greeted him at the door. "Hey, you're back fast. Chores didn't take long?" 

"Oh... uh, no, just a few quick things I had to get rid of. You know." 

"Well come on in, I'm about to cook." She thought of the juice coated phallus on her bed and decided it could stay there until she threw it away later, there was no way she was feeding him THAT.

---

A few days later, Mrs. Katswell received a call from an old friend she both liked and disliked, for different reasons. "Hey, Katie, it's Evelyn." 

"I know, I have Caller ID." 

"No hello?" 

The window clicked her tongue."Hello, Evelyn." 

"Much better. I've got a free day and I'm bored, It okay if I come over and visit my best friend?" 

"Yeah, sure, Ch- er, my other visitor won't be here until later, he told me yesterday he has a few things to do." 

"Ohhh, a man, huh?" 

Mrs. Katswell wrinkled her nose. "Mind your business."

"Anyway, I'll be there, soon, Katie dear. See you then." Evelyn "Counting" Cougar was an especially unique woman. She was a children's show host with a very lively sex life that disregarded if her partners were men or women, even seeing puberty as a good enough excuse to approach new prey. It made her line of work questionable at best, but kept her show inexplicably popular.

Mrs. Katswell hated this, and if it wasn't for Counting Cougar's unwavering loyalty to her after she successfully refused her advances, she'd sooner not see her at all. Unfortunately, she was also the only reliable friend the lonely housewife had that wasn't a 15 year old boy, so she tolerated her habits.

The Cougar pulled up to the curb in a suspiciously nice car, stepping out in a tight, form fitting dress as she walked up the sidewalk. She paused halfway to the front door, her nose pointing in the direction of where Charlie would watch his neighbor in her yard. Taking a few steps toward the fence, she sniffed the air, a smile forming on her lips, before returning to the walk and knocking.

Opening the door with a huff, the cat looked at her friend with a tired glance. "Why were you walking toward my fence?" 

"Don't worry about it. Say, I actually only have a half hour, I got a call for re-shoots, Monica couldn't keep a happy face on an episode we filmed yesterday." 

"That's fine, I'm not disappointed." Both cats walked to the counter, Mrs. Katswell taking her place on the kitchen side as the cougar sat.

"So... who's your suitor visiting later?" 

"Really, Ev?" 

"Katie, my dearest friend found a man after so many years, I will not let that go." 

"Ugh. it isn't like that. Charlie is my neighbor, he's 15, and he just spends time here because his friends are as flaky as my daughters. Doesn't help his mother is a BITCH." 

"I see. You're sure he's just your neighbor?"

She looked at the cougar in annoyance. "Well he isn't my gardener. He's harmless, I've known him since he was a little boy." A smile spread across Counting Cougar's face. 

"Well from what I smelled by the fence, I wouldn't call him a little boy anymore." 

"Excuse me?" 

"I smelled the very, shall we say 'distinct' smell of semen and man by the side of your fence. Is there anything you do in the back yard?"

"I... well I lay in my chair, and I... warm myself in the sun. It's very relaxing, I even have a bikini for it. Why?" 

"It is that one that's too small for your butt?" 

"It fits me FINE." 

"You got it when you were still married. Anyway, I think your young Charlie has been watching you and pulling on himself while you sun. And by the smell, he's been doing it a while, even if he thinks he's washed it away. I believe he's very interested in you, Katie."

Mrs. Katswell sat in shocked silence, thinking back to all the times Charlie would freeze up when she hugged him, how he'd accidentally brushed her buttocks or her breasts, the not so subtle looks he'd given her chest she ignored... "God. I may have to tell him we can't be friends like this anymore..."

Her friend cackled. "Oh come on, when was the last time a man gave you any attention?" 

"Uh, you mean, like flattery?"

"No, going out of their way to be around you because they're into you, be it for your great butt, your pretty smile, or your wonderful charm." 

"N-not since... I lost him... I never had the time with raising the girls, and when I did, I never got past one night stands."

The cougar's smile turned into a grin. "Well, it seems your charming neighbor boy is certainly making it a point to be around you. Why not take it to the next level?" 

Mrs. Katswell gave her a puzzled look. "What next level?" 

"Sex, Katie." 

"No, no way, Charlie is too young..." 

"Hardly, if they're old enough to jerk off, they're old enough to find a lady. Unless you prefer I approach young Charles?" 

The cat pointed at her friend angrily. "You keep your slut hands off my Charlie!" 

"HA, I KNEW IT." Mrs. Katswell covered her mouth in shock. 

"Oh... oh god."

"So you at the very least have an interest in the boy, eh?" 

"I... I don't know... he's like my son but..." 

"Go on..." 

"It feels like he's actually listening when we talk... like when he was younger. And..." She sighed. "When he looks at me I feel young again." 

"Of course, it's normal to want to feel desired." The two sat silently for a moment, before Evelyn cocked an eyebrow and Mrs. Katswell spoke again. 

"His bulge is nice too..." 

The cougar gave her a sultry smirk."Ooooooh I see, so you have been looking." 

"Evelyn I'm a lonely window who's only outlet is trash TV shows, pointy vegetables, and my own fingers!"

"I know, Katie, I can smell when you're pent up." 

Mrs. Katswell looked at her friend in disgust. "Gross." 

"You won't think so if you ever let me help." 

"ANYWAY... he's not a dreamy muscleman, don't think that. He's a decent looking guy, but..." 

"But nothing, do you like that boy?" 

"Yes..." 

"Do you want to fuck him?" 

"I don't know, Evelyn." 

"You don't think it would be a nice thing to do for Charles after how nice he's been to you?" 

She sat in surprise, staring at her friend. "Nice for him? I do nice things for him like letting him stay the night so he has someone to talk to, I feed him, and I give him snacks." 

"Yes, I see you enjoy pampering him. But don't you think a little pussy would make him even happier?" 

"I'm sure it would, but it doesn't make my choices any easier."

 "Consider it this way, then. How well do you know him?" 
 
 "I've known him since he was, maybe 6? Even as a teen he's mostly the same kid. He tells me nearly everything, girl troubles, his friends living too far away... some rather personal things I change the subject on..." 
 
 "Such as?" 
 
 "...the kind of nude magazines his father keeps." 
 
 "Go on..." 
 
 "Women with my body type. You know how odd it is to say he found out how naked women look because his father left a magazine out when he was 7? And they they all 'kind of looked like me.' I had to just nod and comment that I wasn't aware they made magazines about 'fat old women like me,' and changed the subject after he said I was being too harsh." She went silent to collect her thoughts, then began rubbing her temple. "God, I didn't know it was a clumsy attempt to flirt with me, I thought he was just treating me like one of the boys, like he normally does."

"Mmhmm, dad and son share some tastes, I see. I won't tease. Anyway, you know what he can handle and can't, right?" 

"Yes, I suppose." 

"Do you think, just assuming, if you said yes, he can handle sex?" 

"I... hmm." She sighed again. "Yes, he probably could. He's mature for his age." 

"So not only would it NOT be selfish if you did take him, he would benefit from it, perhaps? It might help him become more of a man." 

"I didn't think of it that way. His parents certainly aren't helping him." 

"So, then, consider sex with him." 

"I still don't know, Evelyn."

"Well think about it, I'm willing to bet he already has. Maybe tease him a little to see how he responds?" 

"What do you mean tease? Hike up my skirt and ask him to look at my bare ass?" She shuddered, thinking back to the incident in the grocery store. 

"No, that's something I would do. Why not have him help you buy a dress and then change into it in front of him?" 

"I have enough dresses." 

"Lingerie?" 

"That's... isn't that a little forward?" 

"No less than you asking if he should see your naked backside."

"I don't know, Evelyn. I think maybe this frustration will pass and he'll find himself a younger girl and we can just resume as... friendly neighbors." 

"If you say so, Katie, but I don't think Charles is looking much at anyone else, not with the tiny bikini bottom you have on when outside." She looked at her watch, frowning. "Anyway, I need to go... good luck with your young man, he smells capable." 

---

Counting Cougar had winked mischievously at Mrs. Katswell as she left, leaving her no less frustrated or confused than when she'd found out what Charlie had been doing. The cat resented her current situation, not only having years of no luck with romance or sex, but finding out her beloved Charlie was lusting after her... she couldn't deal with it right now.

She decided instead to partake in her usual stress relief, changed into her favorite small bikini, and walked into the back yard. She scanned the fence line her friend claimed the boy watched from, seeing nothing unusual. The cat then laid in her chair and took a few deep breaths, content her 'peeping Charlie' wasn't around. Unfortunately, she heard a rustling after a few minutes, then looked toward the fence as stealthily as she should, a shape moving between the gaps in the slats.

"You are fucking kidding me..." she said to herself, refusing to get up. If the boy was going to get himself off to her butt, getting up and walking inside wouldn't prevent the NEXT time, and she'd earned this. So what if she'd not even gotten so much as a hug from a guy that wasn't him? And who cares if her only lover not herself were ingredients for dinner?

And so what if... if she missed intimacy so badly, she didn't tell her friend no outright when asked if she'd have sex with him. She was only a woman, right? Thoughts creeping back to the incident in the store haunted her mind, thoughts of Charlie's embarrassed bulge making her loins ache...

Her ears picked up the sound of intense. ragged breathing, the shape on the other side of the fence clearly engaged in what her friend said he'd been doing. She grunted in frustration, unwilling to get up, and her loins now burning to the point she was beginning to soak her bottoms. "Can't... deal with... hhhh. Fuck it." 

She slipped her hand under herself, sinking her fingers into her wet lips and hoping he couldn't see as thoughts of Charlie returned to her mind. "Ghhhh... fuck... fuck it..." She ground her palm against her clit, her fingers dipping in and out of her pussy as she gave in and imagined what sex with her young neighbor boy would be like... passionate kissing of his muzzle and lips, rubbing her hands through the short fur on his chest, how his cock would feel when he came inside her, her hands gripping his butt...

Charlie, of course, had very much seen her move hand under herself, and began desperately pulling on himself as his whole body tingled in amazement. Was she doing this for him? Did she know...? He tensed up quickly and came thick, massive globs onto the fence boards, some slipping through a knot hole as he groaned so hard he wasn't sure she hadn't heard him.

The boy leaned against the fence, light headed from the strongest orgasm he'd ever had, unaware some of his daily deposit had slipped onto the other side. After he regained his balance. he didn't want to alert her further, so he chose to wait to wash it off all the fence. He then pushed his cock back into his shorts and hobbled inside to shower.

Deep into shoving her fingers into herself and dreaming of a life with her Charlie, Mrs. Katswell heard loud grunting from the fence. In aroused shock that he'd not even attempted to hush himself when he came, she realized that not only had he seen her, he'd made it a point to let her know. 

She bit her lip as her orgasm hit, coming hard enough her whole body shook as she muffled her screams against her arm. Her bikini bottom was thoroughly soaked and when she turned over she pulled her hand from it, looking at the strands of fluid between her fingers.

Her senses were more acute than usual, and she noticed something new on the fence where Charlie had been. Approaching it, she noticed a strand of semen had made its way through a knothole, still warm. Without a thought, her hand went to it and pulled it gently off the fence, she moving it between her fingers and mixing it with her own juices before licking it off. The buttery, slightly acidic taste made her head swim as she swallowed it.

With a smile, she walked toward the house, loins aching again. A plan formed in her head, slowly. She'd find just how interested Charlie really was. And if her friend was right... She smiled to herself as she walked through the door, thoughts of her young friend in a new light she'd never thought she'd feel.

---

Mrs. Katswell hummed a cheerful tune as she glided about her kitchen, preparing for the evening meal she would have with her dear Charlie, and refining her plans to test him. She'd have him stay the night at her insistence, then they'd watch films as she asked about his girl troubles.

Then she'd fall asleep against him again, staying put under pretense of sleep when he tried to move her. They'd eat breakfast, then she'd take him to the lingerie store and see how he reacted to her in various sets of underwear... She was less clear on how to talk him into that, or if anyone else would ask questions. But she'd play it by ear when that time came.

She called Charlie's, praying his mother wasn't the one who answered, the explanation as to who it was being more trouble then it was worth. Perhaps she should hang up and go knock on the door... "Hello?" rang out a distinct, older male voice.

"Colin?" 

"Yes, who's speaking?" 

"It's uh, Katie, next door. How are you?" 

"Oh, hey, hello! What can I do for you, Mrs. Katswell?" 

"Is, er, Charlie available? He told me last night he was looking forward to staying the night again, and I was just getting everything ready for dinner." She did her best to maintain her composure. 

"Oh, he's in the shower, did you want me to tell him to call when he was done?" 

Dirty thoughts began to creep back into her mind of a wet, naked Charlie, that she shook away with a frown. "No, no, just let him know I called and tell him to come over whenever he's ready. How have you been, Colin?" 

"Oh, well, you know... Caroline never let... much go. Otherwise, work has been good. Hey, uh, does Charlie behave when he visits?" 

"What do you mean?"

"Well I mean, he's a teen boy. Does he behave? No inappropriate conversation, no staring?" 

The cat wiped a light sweat from her forehead. "Colin, come on, he's an angel when he's here. He even asks permission before hugging me. Your boy is a fine young gentleman."

"That's... huh. Well, okay then, I'm glad to hear it. Anyway, I'll tell him you called and asked around for him." 

"Thanks, dear. Talk to y-" The phone beeped, signaling an ended call. "I suppose she was beginning to listen in..." She returned to her kitchen duties, her earlier thoughts lingering in the dark spaces of her mind, a smile on her face.

---

Charlie had relieved himself again in the shower, coating the wall with an equally large amount of seed as he'd done outside, taking time to balance himself. "God, this is becoming an issue. I... I need to talk to her about it," he thought to himself as he dressed. If it broke them apart, it was better than the uncertainty that both knew what was going on and yet pretended it didn't.

As he carried his laundry to the wash room, his father spoke. "Oh, hey, Charlie, Mrs. Katswell called. Said you were supposed to go over for dinner and stay the night again?" Charlie stopped, he hadn't made any plans to stay the night with her. She CALLED? What the hell? 

"Oh yeah, sure, I forgot, dad. I'll head over in a few." While he knew his neighbor liked when he stayed, she'd never pre-empted him like that. Was this related to earlier? 

He shook it off, it wasn't the time. He gathered a few items he wanted to take with him and headed next door. Mrs. Katswell opened the door before he knocked and enveloped him in a hug before he had time to react. "There you aaaarrrrreeeeeee! I was wondering when you'd show up!" 

He spoke through the iron grip of her grasp."MMMMMPH Hey Katie... you actually called the house?" 

"Sorry hon, I was just so eager to have you here I took the risk of your mother answering." 

"Oh, she won't, dad said if she talks to anyone from work like she did last week again, he'll bury her where they never find the body." 

"...I see," she said, lingering on the hug.

"Yeah. Anyway, you uh, told him I was staying the night? I didn't know you wanted me to." 

"Oh Charlie, you know I like when you do, keeps the ghosts and the lonely thoughts away." 

"And you're weirdly cheerful. Uh.. more than... uh, normal."

"Pshaw, it's just been a great day. I had a visit from an old friend, then a wonderful time sunning in the back yard, and now my favorite young man is here and I get to cook and entertain for him." She smiled at him as she cut up vegetables for the evening's soup. He rubbed the back of his head, recalling the sunbathing in clear detail. There was no way she knew... right? 

"Aw, come on, I'm not that special." 

"You are, no one else goes out of their way to spend their time with me, and it means a lot, so don't put yourself down, young man," she said, the same smile on her face as she pointed at him. 

Charlie smiled an embarrassed smile. "Aw man... th-thanks, Katie. Feels weird, but uh... good to get c-compliments." 

"No one else gives you them?" 

"I mean, uh, dad does. There are girls at school that said I-I'm uh... cute, but... I don't know. Hearing you say it... means a lot, yeah." 

The cat walked over to him and pat his shoulder. "Poor dear, I don't mean to make you all shy and embarrassed. There's no reason to feel uncomfortable around me, okay? I like when you're a little flustered, but prefer you relaxed." 

"Unless you knew what I was doing at the fence and are messing with me..." he thought. 

"Anyway, I'll have dinner ready in an hour or so, and I have a few films for us to watch along with our usual favorite snacks. Will you be leaving early tomorrow or will you be around most of the day?" 

Charlie took a couple deep breaths to steady his heart rate. "I don't have plans." 

"Well, then I was hoping you'd come with me to the store, I have some things I need your help in choosing out." 

"Oh, what's that?"

She shook her head. "It's a surprise, don't worry about it for now. I'm just happy you're willing to come." The cat turned to look at him again. "You are, right?" 

"Yeah, sure. Just uh... don't drop anything this time." 

Her smile faltered for a moment before turning into a smirk. "Oh don't worry, I'll send you for more rice if I need to bend over again." Charlie laughed, clearly embarrassed at her retort.

Mrs. Katswell decided at this point it was best to back off of the poor boy to let him breathe. He'd responded to her how she wanted so far, so she was content in giving her Charlie a deserved rest before he fainted or ran to her bathroom. 

Dinner went well, a vegetable stew (that admittedly could use more cucumbers but she was firm on one she'd used on herself earlier staying out...) and fried chicken. Charlie sat on the couch afterward, the cat placed a movie in her old video player and took her seat next to him, brushing up close as she sat. "Oh, sorry, hon, too close?" 
 
"Uh... no, no, it's cool. you always sit there." 
 
"Okay, then." 
 
 She handed him a candy bar as she dug into her own bag of round peanut butter candies, a couple falling between her breasts, making him smile. 
 
"Hey what if I wanted those?" 
 
"Oh, sorry, here," she said, offering him her bag. 
 
"Nah, just kidding. I like this fine." 
 
She cocked an eyebrow at him as she looked down between her breasts, then back as him as he looked away, no change in his expression. 
 
 "Hmm," she said, reaching between them and fishing her lost candies out. Charlie had brief, humorous thoughts of milk chocolate, before shaking them out of his head, lest she asked.
 
 They settled into the movie, both finding it more interesting than they expected. Halfway through, she decided to break the girl question. "Charlie, you said before, you had girl troubles, right?" 
 
 He snapped out of his attention from the film to look at her. "Huh?" 
 
 "You told me you were interested in girls but didn't do well with them, right?" 
 
 "Oh.. I uh... I don't do badly, I mean, I said they thought I was cute... but, I dunno. I can talk to them better than I could before... but there's just... not much to say."
 
 "What do you mean?" 
 
 "I mean I can't just talk to them about what's on my mind, or what I like, and it's not really... uh, cool to tell them they look nice. I dunno." 
 
 "Well, what is it you look for in them?" 
 
 "Huh? I assume you mean... uh... personality?" 
 
 "Well if a girl your age has... never mind, not appropriate. Yes, what do you want from them?"
 
 Charlie rubbed at the side of his face. "I'm not sure. Someone who cares. Uh... someone who takes, uh, interest in who I am. They don't have to, you know, like video games, just like me and... what I am." She nodded. "
 
 "And what are you?" 
 
 He looked back at her in confusion. "Charles B. Coyote." 
 
 "No, you silly." 
 
 "Oh... Sorry, uh, I'm Charlie. I'm 15, I like the internet, I like weird old movies. I uh, like junk food. I like electric things, you know, uh, like an electrician. I... likemyneighbor. Hmmph." 
 
 She pat his shoulder again. "I don't know if that matters to those girls, but I like you too." 
 
 "Th-thanks." 
 
 She began lightly stroking his hair, but stopped when he tensed up. "I'll let you relax, I can tell it's a little uncomfortable to talk about." 
 
 "Yeah... sorry." 
 
 They spent the rest of the evening chomping through their pile of snacks, Charlie falling asleep first out of exhaustion from the stresses of his day.
 
 Mrs. Katswell smiled as she leaned into him, gently taking his arm and putting it around her shoulder, then pulling the blanket over them both. She'd made it a little colder in the house that night, just to be sure that it was comfortable this way... She fell asleep with a smile, her plan going far better than she'd hoped.
 
 ---
 
 Charlie woke up late into the night, feeling a weight against him he wasn't sure of until he remembered where he was... she'd fallen asleep on him again, only this time she was under his arm. "Katie...'" 
 
 "Mmm?" 
 
 "You fell asleep on me again." 
 
 The cat shifted closer to him. "Mmm." 
 
 "You need help getting up?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Then..." 
 
 "Just let it go, I'm too tired." 
 
 He swallowed hard. "A-Are you sure? My arm is around you." 
 
 "It'sssfine. Go to sleep." 
 
 "Oh... uh... oh... okay. Uh... g-goodnight, then." 
 
 "Mmnot hurting you?" 
 
 "No..." 
 
 She wrapped her arms tighter around him and smiled. "Night." 
 
 Charlie spent the next several moments in still panic, heart racing at how she might react when she woke up... until the cat began purring against him. It was immensely relaxing, and he found himself unable to keep his eyes open any longer, drifting off into dreamless sleep.
 
 The next morning, he woke up with the blanket placed on him, a raging morning erection, and the same cheery humming sounds in the kitchen. "Katie?" 
 
 "Ah, Good Morning, Charlie! You sleep well?" 
 
 "I... yeah. But uh... I tried to wake you up, my arm was around you... you said let it go." 
 
 "I was very tired, and it was easier to stay there. I hope I didn't bother you too much, I only woke up a few minutes ago." 
 
 He looked down at the very sore bulge in his pants. Did she not see that? "No, uh no, I slept uh... pretty well."
 
 "Glad to hear it, hon. I cooked a little lighter today, don't want to be slugs in the store, if that's okay with you." 
 
 "Nah, it's fine. Where are we going again?" 
 
 He could hear her chuckle to herself. "No, sir, you'll see in time." 
 
 "Right."
 
 After breakfast, he excused himself to the shower and to relieve himself of the morning tensions again, changing into fresh clothes. She got into her own once he was dressed, changing into her usual dress and apron, to his disappointment.
 
 "Are we ready to go?" she said with a cheery smile, rubbing his shoulders. 
 
 "Yeah." 
 
 "Man of few words again, I see." 
 
 "Sorry... just... probably loosen up as we go." 
 
 "No pressure." On the trip to the store, Charlie noticed she'd passed the grocery she normally went to. He stayed quiet for a moment, before he asked again. 
 
 "So, what store?" 
 
 "Oh, we're going to the mall today, dear. I have some things I want to buy at a clothing store." 
 
 "Huh." They parked, and walked into the moderately busy mall, where time hadn't told the city that no one shopped in that kind of place anymore, preferring online convenience. Charlie felt pressed to ask more. "So, uh... why am I helping you buy clothes?"
 
 They stopped in front a lingerie store, the cat looking around them before answering. "There's a wonderful guy I want to impress, and I need your personal input." 
 
 "Uh... oh." Charlie felt a confusing mix of elation at seeing her try on dresses, and dismayed betrayal that his father was right, after all. He fought frowning as best he could, though the cat noticed.
 
 "You okay Charlie? Did I upset you?" 
 
 "Why me? I mean, why do you think I could help?" 
 
 She put her mouth close to his ear, and spoke softly, "because you've seen me in the bikini every morning, for weeks." He went wide eyed and silent, staring her in the eyes. "And you sure as hell saw me yesterday, so you know what will fit me and what won't more than anyone else. Now... no one is looking, come on." 
 
 She took him by the hand and dragged him into the lingerie shop, setting him in a large room with a curtain between two seats. The shop had a loose policy on trying things on, a bin for items not chosen next to the fitting rooms.
 
 "Okay, no one saw us enter, so you stay here. I'll go pick some things. I want your HONEST opinion, understood?" 
 
 "Y... yes ma'am." 
 
 She scoffed at him, "oh come off it, ma'am." 
 
 "Yes, Katie." 
 
 "Better, I'll be back. And you keep your pants on, please." 
 
 "Why would..." she walked out, leaving him with his thoughts.
 
 What was going on? Was he still asleep? The woman he'd had a heart-wrenching crush on was having him watch her try on racy underwear? If he could be any harder, they'd use his dick to cut diamonds, but mentally, he was still upset she wasn't doing this for HIM. Or was she? His anxiety grew, and he wanted to ask more questions when the opening presented itself.
 
 She walked back in with a pile of matching sets, of varying styles. One conservative "granny panty" with matching top, a couple lacy black pairs, a skimpy red set... and one black set that seemed to be shaped differently than the others that she set aside and didn't let him study too closely.
 
 "Now, here's the deal. I close the curtain, you don't dare TOUCH it, I open it, you tell me if it looks right on me. Clear enough?" 
 
 "Y-yes." Charlie looked at the floor, the cat noticing his shaking hesitance.
 
 "Charlie, sweetie?" He raised his head, worry clearly displayed on his face, as she knelt to be face to face with him. "I promise in time, this will make sense, and I'll explain. Okay?" 
 
 He nodded. "Okay." 
 
 "Now just play along with me."
 
 She walked over and closed the curtain, Charlie hearing various snaps and buckles as she changed into the first of the outfits she'd picked. He guessed, correctly, that the first would be the granny set, and kept a straight face as she gave him a nervous look, posing and turning in them. "It... it looks fine but... uh..." 
 
 "It wouldn't suit a date that would end up seeing them right?" 
 
 "Right." 
 
 "Well, give me a few to change, these get more elaborate as we go." 
 
 "Take your time... not... not like I'm gonna go out there alone."
 
 A few minutes later, she opened the curtain to reveal a form fitting black set, much better looking than the previous. "Oh, those are nice." She bent over and smirked. 
 
 "Remind you of something?" Charlie opened his eyes in shock, before realizing what she was doing. 
 
 "Should uh... d-do they have rice in this place?" He looked around as the cat burst out laughing and stood up straight. 
 
 "Oh I was hoping you'd loosen up, thank God." She turned and posed a bit, he nodding in approval, she sneaking glances at the tent in his crotch. "Mmmm... good," she thought. "I'll go try the next one then." 
 
 Moments later, she stepped out with a much lacier pair, leaving very little hidden other than the more sensitive areas. Charlie howled an "ooooooooo" appreciatively, Mrs. Katswell grinning in satisfaction. 
 
 "I see sir found one he REALLY likes." 
 
 "Y-yes sir did."
 
 "We'll set these aside, then." "Just two left, hang tight. We're nearly done here." She stepped behind the curtain again, returning in one similar, but red. 
 
 "Hmm," Charlie said. "I like the black ones more." 
 
 "Well, would that be because of some slippery beans?" She grinned at him. 
 
 "Y-yes." 
 
 "Well, then, that leaves one thing left. Though..." She picked them up and showed them to him, being a lacy black top with a crotch-less garter belt.
 
 Charlie's eyes went wide again. "No... no way. You're going to show me those? W-with no panties?" 
 
 "Well, I'm thinking about that. I don't think I will here, but I'll get these and those other ones you liked. And if you answer every question I ask, and I mean EVERY question... and you're honest? Yes, I will let you see me in these, at home."
 
 Charlie began to sweat profusely, doubts in his mind momentarily obliterated by her promise. "Oh.... oh man... oh... wow.... wow..." 
 
 "Easy, Charlie, I need you to relax, so we can get you out of here while I pay for these. I can see how happy you are," she pointed at the obvious bulge in his crotch, "but you need to hide that. Can't tug it here." 
 
 "N-no... uh... I'll be okay. I'll. th-think of my mom yelling at my dick to go away." 
 
 "Don't do that too much, or it'll never come back." 
 
 "Well dad is still around." 
 
 "I know, and it makes me wonder if that's why he never follows through." Mrs. Katswell dressed again, Charlie seemingly free of his problem for the time being. They looked around the store, and seeing no one in their line of sight, she sent Charlie out to sit on the bench outside the store. When she came out, he stood and the cat took him by the arm. 
 
 "Honestly after what you saw in there, this should be a cake walk for you, right?" 
 
 "I... I still have questions about all this." 
 
 "Well, you answer mine first, and then you can ask me whatever you want. Deal?" 
 
 "Yeah."
  
 ---
 
 They walked back to the car, the boy silent and looking to the cat for guidance. Once they were in motion, she cleared her throat. "So, are you ready?" 
 
 "Not really." 
 
 "Well you're honest, I suppose. Anyway, how often are you masturbating at my fence, and what are you thinking about when you do it?" 
 
 Charlie looked at her in horror. "Uhhh I... ohhhh..." 
 
 "You promised." 
 
 "Maybe once a day... I uh... please don't get mad. It's you. Always you, Katie." 
 
 She nodded her head. "So Evelyn was right. What about me do you like, exactly?" 
 
 "Your... everything. Your amazing ass... your huge tits... god, even your chubby belly, it's... perfect." 
 
 She raised her eyebrow at him over the last part. "I... well."
 
 He cleared his throat and continued. "And you're... I know you don't always like what I'm into but you've always been there for me since I was a kid and you listen, not even my friends do that, and... And..." 
 
 "Take your time." 
 
 "None of the girls pay attention to me like you do."
 
 "Well it wasn't my intent to become your sexual outlet, I'll be honest, but you're a sweet boy, Charlie, I enjoy our time together." 
 
 "I know, I just... Katie I've had a crush on you since I began visiting you again. Not just sex, but... I want to be the kind of person that you want. What kind of guy is that?" 
 
 She hadn't expected him to be this open about his affections. "Well, that's complicated. But... if I told you you've done a pretty good job for most of my expectations, would that make you happy?" 
 
 He nodded. "Yeah. I mean... I kinda figured when you had me look at you in the underwear... and then showed me the gar... garters, if you wanted me to see you in them I did something right."
 
 Mrs. Katswell smiled and nodded. "Maybe. Now, a harder question. Do you feel that I should consider your desires?"
 
 "What... uh, what do you mean?" 
 
 "Should an older lady consider whether an adult relationship with the teenage boy next door is appropriate?"
 
 Charlie's hopes fell as he thought about this. He knew it was a test, but felt like it wasn't one he'd ever pass. Still, she asked for honesty. "Probably not. You're a pretty, sexy lady who any man should be chasing, and... and I'm only a stupid, awkward, lonely boy who got horny for his only real friend... and then... might have fallen for her."
 
 A long pause followed as tears welled up in his eyes. "I've... I've felt so bad about it, jerking off to you. I... I knew these... these feelings about you weren't normal, but I can't help it. Why would you show me your body in lingerie if this was some dead end? Is this a game? I don't understand."
 
 His voice cracked as he fought breaking down into sobs. "I-if this is some prank to teach me a lesson about what I do at the fence... please just tell me now. I... I think I'd honestly kill myself if you humiliated me... like some cruel joke."
  
 He looked at her with reddened, tear filled eyes, she looking back with a pained expression. Her chest tightened as she heard his sorrowful plea.
 
 "Charlie... oh my poor boy, I'm so sorry. I admit this was a test, okay? So was me falling asleep in your arms, stroking your hair, asking about girls. But I do intend for you to see me in the other set." 
 
 "But... why? After what you asked?" She placed her hand over his and squeezed it, looking him the eyes.
 
 "Because this stupid, awkward, lonely woman got horny for her only real friend, too. And maybe they both needed it. You asked what your father did to be a good charmer, and it was making a woman feel like she wasn't alone. That she was beautiful, and desirable. And he knew how to make her laugh." She gave him a longing, affectionate smile. "Wait... didn't you tell me I did all that for you?"
 
 She nodded and smiled. "I did. You're more like your dad than you probably like." 
 
 "Wow." He sat silently until they pulled into her driveway, she patting his hand.
 
 "You forgot to ask me things." 
 
 "Oh, right, uh... How often do you..." 
 
 "Once a day, in the morning, almost without fail." 
 
 "Wow." Both got out of the car and walked toward the door, she smiling at the boy with a sultry look.
 
 "And lately you've been my fantasy." 
 
 Charlie howled in a low, surprised tone, "Woooooooowwwwwww."
 
 She walked slowly over to him, placing an arm around his shoulder. "Also... you know when you came on the fence yesterday? I could hear you, it was pretty hot, knowing you were watching me." 
 
 "Oh god, you did know." 
 
 "I did. You were not quiet, hon. Also, some of the 'gift' you left for me got through a knothole." 
 
 He stiffened up. "Oh?"
 
 "I tasted it, and I liked it. I might have to sample it fresh from the tap tonight if you know what I mean." The cat rubbed a finger down his muzzle and smiled seductively, Charlie panting. 
 
 "Oh god, I cannot believe how hard I am right now." 
 
 "Good, I look forward to helping you with that... sit down, I'm going to go get ready." 
 
 ---
 
Mrs. Katswell walked down the hall, her arousal causing her to sway her hips as she walked. She placed her bag on the bed, and stripped her clothing off, looking at herself in the mirror before taking her time to put the lacy top and garter set she'd bought. The cat then looked at herself again, turning and looking from different angles, pleased with how well they fit her.

"You look good..." she said, before her smile faded and she felt self doubt, having been years since she'd even tried something like this. "I'm going to fuck a 15 year old. Evelyn... what have you turned me into? Am I..." She thought to the words he'd spoken to her, pouring his heart out, the fears he felt in the dressing room then pointed at herself in the mirror.

"No, no, if I ruin this, I might never have this again, summer fling or second chance, I am NOT going to be stuck with my fingers again. Get a grip, Katherine." She took several deep breaths and then pointed at herself again. "It's the neighbor kid, Kat, you can handle the neighbor kid, because god knows he's ready to handle you. Now let's do this."

She heaved her chest, giving herself one last serious look in the mirror, then smiled, tracing her fingers over her hips, and down to her moistened labia. "I look great in this." She then took her hair down, and posed as sexily as she could, making sure he saw everything, but keeping it classy. "Chaaaaaarliiiiiie! Come and see me, I'm ready, honey!"

Charlie stood up nervously, and walked down the hall slowly. As he turned the corner, he gasped, walking in as his eyes slowly traced over her, from her long, silky hair, to the black floral patterns over her massive breasts, to her wide, inviting hips, to her pubic mound, and light brown color of the inner folds of her pussy peeking out. 

"Oh my god..." 

"Like what you see?" 

"God, yes."

"How do I look from the back?" She turned around, bending over and spreading herself slightly, allowing him to see her tail slowly waving about above her giant ass, and her wet, inviting folds. 

"Jeeeeesus.... it's... it's better than I was hoping."

She turned back around and sashayed up to him. "So... you approve? Am I truly everything you dreamed I was?" 

"So much more..." The cat then pulled her top off, revealing her breasts to him. "Would you like to touch me?" 

"...wait really?" Mrs. Katswell smiled. 

"Yes, really. Come here, stud." Charlie raised his shaking hand, hesitating before placing it on her left breast.

"Wow... it's so soft." 

"Mmmhmm. Lower now." He traced his hands over her belly, around her hips, and stopped just short of her soaked pussy, heat emanating from it. "Go ahead." Charlie cupped his hand over her lips, then took his middle finger and slowly rubbed it between them, gathering fluid. She shuddered heavily, before exhaling. "Go ahead. It's okay."

Charlie swallowed heavily and then readjusted his hand, pushing first his middle finger into her, then his index joining it. "Yeeeeeesss.... rhythmically, now, go slow..." He could only nod at this point as he slowly moved his hand, his two fingers sliding in and out of her from the top to the root as she cooed, beginning to gyrate on his hand. 

"Oh god, it's been so loooong since anyone has done this for me... go a little faster. Use your hand to rub my clit." He nodded again and picked up the pace, moving his fingers quickly as he could as he rubbed his hand against her, the cat pinching at her right nipple as her breathing became ragged and shallow.

"Don't stop... don't stop... going to...." She let out a low, moaning "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh" as her vaginal walls clamped down on his fingers, and she leaned forward onto him for support. They stood there silently as she took her time to regain her senses, Charlie both proud of what he'd done and worried he'd hurt her. 

"Katie, are you okay?" 

"Oh my, yes, I am so okay right now..." 

"Oh, good. Can... I go use the bathroom? I assume you're not in the mood to-" 

"Get your pants off, now. I'm going to suck you dry." 

"Oh Jeez. Okay."

He removed his clothes as quickly as he could, then sat on the bed and looked at her for guidance. Mrs. Katswell looked over his physique, nodding in approval. "Well, now, that's bigger than I expected." 

"What? Wait, it's big?" 

"Well it's certainly nice for your age, hon, I'm perfectly happy with it. " 

She knelt in front of him, taking a single finger and running it over his shaft, down to his balls, tracing the outer edge before bringing it back up to the tip and swirling her finger in the glistening fluid. She brought her finger up to her mouth, a deep purr emanating from her throat as she licked it off, then wrapped her hand around his shaft.

"Charlie, you are absolutely diamond hard." 

"Y-Yeah and it kinda hurts..." 

"Oh, no, can't allow that, can we." She began to stroke him gently as she chuckled, her bedroom eyes making contact with his, his heart racing in ways he never thought possible. She then slipped the head into her mouth, licking the remains of his arousal off and then began to pump him slowly with her right hand, her left slowly kneading his balls. 

"Katie I can't last long this way..." The woman looked at him with half closed eyes, the rhythmic bobbing of her head unchanged.

"Mmmmhmm." 

"But I can't... if..." 

She then lifted her head and kissed him on the nose. "Charlie... this will NOT be all we do tonight. Trust me. Just let it all out. For me?" She gave him dreamy eyes again, Charlie at a loss for words, as his fantasy had just become real. She lowered her head, her tongue slowly dragging over his sack as she continued pumping. "If I knew you tasted this good I'd not have worried so much..." 

"Wuh-worried? Why w-w-would I worry you?" 

"Don't concern yourself with that now, Charlie. Just give it to me." 

"Oh god.. yeah uh... I'm gonna..." She immediately took his cock to the hilt, massaging his sack as he cried out and came down her throat, she swallowing every drop before sucking him clean. The taste of his cum, the smell of his body as he came.... she became lightheaded as her pussy began to ache with need, the fluids beginning to puddle beneath her on the carpet... she had to be patient, her young lover needed time to recover before he could help her with her burning needs.

She stood up and walked to the side of the bed opposite Charlie, laying down and inviting him to join her. "Come here, lay with me while we rest." 

"Okay... sure," he said, shuffling up to her side as she took him in her arm. 

"So..." 

"Yeah." 

"Everything you told me about your feelings for me, your crush. Was it pillow talk?" 

"No. Katie... I... I..." 

"Hmm?" 

He looked her in the eyes, unable to get the word out. "No, I still need you. I still want you more than ever. I want..." The words caught in his throat again.

"No rush to express yourself. I'll listen when you're ready." 

"Thank you." He dragged himself as close to her as he could, laying his head on her breast and looking into her eyes, gathering his thoughts. "Katie?" She looked at him with the same affectionate look he'd come to crave, like an addiction. 

"Yes, Charlie?" 

"Can a lady like you love a boy like me? If I said I loved you, if, if I said I want to be with you, would you accept it?" 

Her eyes widened in surprise."Wow. Well... honestly, yes, I could. It might take a little getting used to... but I can. And while I still think it's just your first heartthrob and hormones... if you say you love me, I'll accept it." She then looked down at his cock, again rock hard. "Well, for now, I think someone is ready for round two. How would you prefer to take me?' 

"Take you?" 

"Do you want me to ride you? Would you like me to lay back? Enter me from behind? You get to decide, loverboy." 

"I..." he froze in indecision.

"Tell you what, you lay there and think about it, and I'll start us off, okay? Let me do the work..."

She moved over him and positioned herself in front his erection, rubbing it against her lips with a deep sigh. "Is this your first time?" 

He nodded enthusiastically, "yes." 

"Been years for me, if you'd believe it. So don't think I'm some sex goddess like my friend, even if you think I have the body of one. Anyway..." She leaned forward and pushed the tip into herself with a lusty moan, lowering herself down slowly. "Oh gooooood... I needed this for so loooooong..." Charlie was reduced to grunts and gasps as he raised his hands and then grabbed onto her hips. She smiled in delight and said huskily, "Oh, someone is ready to go. Okay, then." 

She started slowly, rocking back and forth on him to get a feel for how much abuse her walls could take, then shifted into a full ride, gaining momentum as her ass clapped against his balls repeatedly. "Oh... ohhhhh....oooooof.... you... you okay?" 

"Unnngh..." 

"Don't hold back Charlie, you won't break the old girl this easily." He then wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her into his mouth, kissing her deeply and thrusting into her as hard as he could. All Mrs. Katswell could do was kiss back, her young lover anchoring her in place as his cock thrust home inside her. 

He then pulled away from her mouth and gasped for air. "Can... you help me roll you over?" She chuckled seductively and they rolled over as one. He grabbed the cat's legs and gently pushed them apart, laying between them on top of her, then leaned close to her face. Mrs. Katswell smiled dreamily at his assertive gesture. 

"Gonna rut me like you own it, are you?" 

"May I?" 

"Don't hold back, Charlie." She then pulled his mouth to hers again, both kissing each other longingly as he slammed into her pussy as hard as he could, Mrs. Katswell feeling an orgasm welling up deep inside her and pulling away from his lips. "Cha.... Charlie... I'm going to cum again..." 

"Me too..." 

She cooed gently, "make it yours..."  her eyes widened as her whole body shook suddenly, her orgasm wracking her into a shocked groan, taking the opportunity to wrap her legs around the boy and lock her lover into her. Charlie felt the warmth of the cat enveloping him as his balls retracted, and he held onto her tight as he could, her walls milking him for everything he had left.

The two laid there a while, panting heavily. Charlie was content to remain on top of his dream woman as his cock slowly softened and slipped out of her, fluids spilling free and running down the crack of her butt, making her roll her eyes. "Gonna have to wash the blankets..." She then looked at Charlie and smiled again. "Bah. You were worth every stain." 

"Thanks... Katie?" 

She caressed his face gently with a smile."Yes, love?" 

"I love you, still." 

"Not pillow talk, then huh?" 

"No..." 

"You want me for more than sex, though, I'd hope." 

"I want... I want you to be my woman. I want to be with you as long as you'd let me, not just for sex." 

She fought back tears, her heart warming up from what she has just heard. "Well..." She kissed him, this time with a feeling she was unsure about before. "I would love to be your lover and your friend. I don't know if I fully trust that you'll be with me forever, young men's hormones being what they are, but..." She laid there looking into his eyes, seeing pain. "No, I'm not rejecting you, you silly guy." She kissed him again, reassuringly. "I will be here for you whenever you need me. I promise. I love you, too, my Charlie."

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Epilogue

As the next few years passed, Charlie never strayed far from Mrs. Katswell. He had taken a girlfriend or two on the side, but they never measured up to her, in the literal sense. His attempts to split his time between fussy teen girls and his shapely milf lover never worked out in the favor of the former, and in the end he accepted that he was not meant to love anyone else. 

Graduation came, and while he extended her an invitation, so far he and Katherine had kept their relationship a secret beyond her role as his surrogate mother, and she didn't want to jeopardize anything. Upon returning home, he found an acceptance letter he read over happily, and a warning from his mother that dampened his spirits a little. Changing to his more comfortable summer wear, he walked next door and knocked on the same door he'd come to know well.

Mrs. Katswell answered the door with a smile, but reddened eyes betrayed worries she was attempting to hide. "Hey Katie, I graduated high school today, you know. I missed you being there." She laughed lightly, pulling him into a hug and kissing him gently on the lips. 

"You know I wanted to go, but that your mother would have been a jerk." 

"I know, but it wouldn't be right to not invite you. Anyway, that's done, and here I am, same as always. Miss me?" 

She sniffled a bit. "Always, Charlie. And I will more than ever when you go off to college. I see that letter you have there."

He looked down at his hand, then back at the cat, whose eyes were beginning to well up again. "Katie... this is because I got into a trade college, like 3 miles from here. I'm staying nearby." 

"Please tell me you didn't do that for me." 

Charlie took her into his arms again and squeezed her lightly. "Well, I'd be lying if I said no. But I want to be an electrician, remember?"

"I thought that was just boyhood dreams." 

"No, I'm making good on it. and I'll be here for you, like you were for me." 

Mrs. Katswell choked back tears of happiness as she kissed her lover on the mouth, laughing to herself when she pulled away."You silly boy. I love you, Charlie." 

"I love you too, Katie. But uh..." He wore a look on concern on his face, startling the cat. 

"What's wrong?"

He pulled another letter from his pocket and showed it to her. "Mom says I need to get out of the house before I start the trade school, I need to find a place to live." 

She smiled deviously as she wiped her eyes, and gently whispered into his ear, "Well... if you need a bed to sleep in, I think I can help with that..."

A week later, after he'd settled into his new home, Charlie heard a knock at the door, turning his head to look at it as Mrs. Katswell walked past. "I'll get it," she said, in her usual cheerful tone. "Oh... Hi Colin." 

"Evening, Mrs. Katswell," his father said. "Can I talk to my boy for a few?" 

"Of course," she said, surprised, and maintaining her smile. "And call me Katie, please. Charlie, your father wants to say hi outside."

Charlie stood up and stretched, passing through the door and giving his father a hug. "Hey, what's up?" 

With the door closed his father crossed his arms and gave him a smirk. "How long you have you been fucking her?" 

Charlie narrowed his eyes. "What? This is how you thank me for moving out?" 

"I didn't ask you to go, your hag of a mother did. And Charlie, I know she didn't just move you in because you asked nicely. When did it start?" 

The boy rubbed the back of head head, in his usual exasperated style. "Remember when I first started visiting again, like three years ago?" 

The look on Colin's face slowly changed from a smile as he began to understand his son's question."Yes." 

"Maybe two months in. Remember when she called you to say I was supposed to stay the night? We fucked the next day after she basically teased me the whole time."

His father sighed, then smiled and shook his head. "My God, son. I knew we had similar tastes, but you took the initiative. Do you two get along okay outside that? This isn't just, you know, you being her sex toy?" 

"No dad, she... we..." Charlie sighed in turn. "No, I love her like she's always been meant for me. And she... she was crying because she thought I was moving away to college."

Colin shook his head again. "I should have known, sometimes I saw how she looked at you, never connected the dots. I don't know how you did it... I tried to flirt with her once, you know. She took it well, but your mom... She never let it go. This is going to piss her off."

 Charlie smiled. "Good."

 "Look, uh, I better get back before she notices me gone, the proceedings are already not going so... Mmm. Treat her well, you hear me?" 
 
 "You got it dad."

They said their goodbyes as Charlie walked back inside, his lover looking at him inquisitively. "Everything okay, hon?" 

"Oh, fine, fine. Dad gave us his official blessing." 

The cat began to worry. "Oh... he knew?" 

"Not until I just told him, and he's happy if we're happy." 

"Well! That's good to know. I assume your mother won't so accepting." 

"No, but who cares what she thinks? Dad approves, I got the woman of my dreams. Not much else matters." He took her in his arms and kissed her on the lips, the cat giggling. 

"Well I love you too, my dear Charlie."

The End