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Kitten In Heat

By: iamarealwizard



I. 
It was 6 a.m. and Kitty was down in the kitchen making eggs. Her usual uptight mannerisms, developed over the course of a two-year marriage to man that resembled a dopey eyed sloth, were suddenly being replaced with an easy grace as she shuffled around the kitchen. 

Her full c-cup chest shifted comfortably in a small blue baby t-shirt as she wiggled her hips every so often to a happy beat that she hummed to herself.

Katherine, Kitty to her close friends, cracked three delicate white eggs and dropped the syrupy contents into a pan.

Franklin, Kitty's 19-year-old step son and guest for the summer, wandered down into the dining room. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he groggily shuffled into the kitchen.

Kitty's loose pair of baby blue cotton pajama pants swayed dangerously low on her hips, their yellow waistband curling around her full hips and "bodacious" ass (bodacious was a word Franklin used), but she didn't seem to mind so much. 

Daily rituals can begin with the first face you see of the day. According to upbeat and unnaturally chipper morning television show scientists, this "first face" will usually define how most of the rest of the day will go for a person. 

Franklin looked up to a perky round face with an elfish pointy nose and large brown eyes that seemed to settle easily on his own – his beautiful stepmother, Katherine "Kitty" Clark.

He decided today was going to be an unusual day.

Franklin began trying to decide exactly how he was going to keep his hands off this creature – today or any other day. They had developed a naturally flirty relationship.

He had been so bold as to kiss her on the lips on several occasions. This resulted in his young, beautiful stepmother allowing for longer and longer durations, growing used to their mouths slowly and gently tumbling over each others lips.

She would bring these intimacies to sudden halt, never mentioning them except in passing.

Part of the shift in Katherine's mood was due to having a young and exciting man like Franklin around. Her stepson had a darkly comic sense of humor labeling %99 of the world full zombies and wondering aloud in public why zombies were always so gosh darn hungry for some brains. His sea blue eyes often rested easily on Kitty as if they were sharing a quiet secret with her alone.

Plus, Franklin had a habit of calling her Kitty. Sometimes "Kitten" and no one ever called her that. It was always when no one was else was around, like he imagined she was a luxurious, feline creature - something he desperately needed to pet, to paw, to ravage - but he always behaved with the greatest amount of restraint around her... she was glad that Kitten was his pet name for her – better than Wife-O-Mine. "Kitten" was better than her sloth-like husband's preferred nickname for her. 

Sometimes Kitty wondered why she married an even dumber version of Fred Flintstone.

As all these thought turned in Kitty's brain, Franklin watched her waist band slip lower and lower over her hips. The slinky internal rhythm of her body's music caused them to reach the edge of her "bodacious" bottom.

For Franklin, the combination of his own raging hormones and the idea of illicit sex always made Katherine seem irresistible to him. It was all he could do most days to catch glimpses of her firm Milfish body when he believed she wasn't aware - and it was killing him.

Katherine acknowledged his presence with a crooked smile from over her shoulder and reached up on her tiptoes to a reach into a kitchen cabinet for something.

As she did, her loose pajama bottoms continued to sag slightly downward revealing the fading tan lines that bordered on her plump, shapely ass cheeks. Her frame was petite but her ample bodily proportions of breast and ass gave her an amazing hourglass figure.

Katherine pretended not to notice how much of her was plainly visible to Franklin. 

She knew he would steal looks at her body. It was at least half the reason she would go to the gym and pour sweat imagining his hands on her hips, his tongue tracing rough ovals between her legs. 

As she leaned upwards, Katherine felt cool air around her taut midsection like invisible fingers racing across down to the top of her barely exposed ass cheeks.

In this moment, Franklin made up his mind. This was his opportunity to move in for a closer inspection. He moved like a determined sleepwalker over to his sexy stepmother.

Kitty stole another look over her shoulder at her approaching summer guest, looking over his broad shoulders tapering down to the bulging muscles in his arms and legs. When her gaze stopped at his boxers she realized that she was getting too turned on.

Franklin, never taking his eyes off her beautiful hips, stretched amiably as Kitty continued scooping out ingredients for breakfast from a cabinet.

"Aaa-h--h-h-" Franklin yawned, making for the ceiling with his fingertips.

Putting a finger in the corner of her mouth Katherine asked in low, hushed tone:

"Um, Franklin, honey, can you please reach this?" Kitty cooed.

She had to have known what she was doing to him – the combination of revealing clothing and sultry tone in her voice screamed that she wanted his affections.

"Maybe for a kiss?" Franklin asked masking his lust with sleepy, half-smile.

"You should do it because you love me, Franklin." Kitty said, playin the part of the helpless ingénue. 

"I'll take my payment in advance, please." Franklin said.

Kitty spun around to meet his gaze. Her face rested just few inches below Franklin's own. Her delicate face and brown eyes upturned to Franklin's modest demand.

"Pucker up, mister." She whispered.

Some kisses are made with so slight of an effort that they seem resigned to their own uselessness. This one not one from that category. There was a desperate but soft tenderness in their brief kiss – the lips pulled away the way two lovers hands would unwillingly separate full of unfulfilled desire.

Now for paid for his efforts, obligingly, Franklin lumbered over to the corner cabinets where Kitty was having difficulty.

Was she really as turned on as he was? Franklin thought.

"Which one, Kitten? I can't see it." He said.

Kitty turned around in the small corner of the kitchen, unwittingly pinning herself between the cabinets and her tall, young stepson. She pointed to a yellow box at the top of the open corner cabinet.

"Up there." She said back on tip toes enough to completely expose the lightly toned area of her body from the middle of her spinal column to the dimples of her rounded bottom.

Franklin, his mornig wood shifting gradually into a full-on erection, leaned roughly ( while building a pretense to feign some sort of innocent biological accident). His firm cock pressed into her delicately undraped body as he reached up to grab the box of pancake mix from the top shelf. Franklin felt short bursts of Kitty's hot breath on his chest as he feigned a struggle for the box. 

Katherine, much to her growing excitement, found herself completely pinned between Franklin's hard-on and the stovetop. She suddenly began trying to decide what was hotter: yanking this 19-year-old's cock out of his boxers and engulfing it in her mouth or leaning back into the stove top and enjoying the moment.

In the corner of the kitchen, pressed upward with her shapely hips all but revealed, Kitty's lips grazed the side of Franklin's cheek as he fumbled for the box. Her thoughts seemed to echo Franklin's own.

Franklin looked down from his task for a second and caught Katherine appraising the firmer southern details of his body. It looked to Franklin as if she was trying gauge his next move. 

Her eyes flickered up to meet his. Something wild glimmered in those big brown eyes – a pent up need to do more than just look cried out in those sultry eyes of hers.

Katherine had been thumbing trough Franklin's rock magazines, mostly Bizarre and Rock-A-Billy, the ones he kept scattered over his bed room, to get an idea of what kind of woman that young men like Franklin fantasized about. She wondered if he noticed the small changes in her appearance she made after carefull examination of the pin-ups, models and female rock singers that these magazines tended to feature.

Her sloth-like husband Edward, Franklin's only parent after his mother had left them, had very mediocre sexual tastes. Edward Clark was a fan of the bland and banal - often asking Katherine to emulate vacant peroxide blondes like Brittany Spears or Madonna's bleached, tanned appearance. Katherine indulged him in traditionally lackluster rituals that usually ended with her unsatisfied in a cheerleader's outfit (G-O, T-E-A-M!) and Edward fast asleep.

In response to what she felt that Franklin found attractive, Kitty had let her honey colored complexion gradually fade into a milky white tone. Her blonde tresses got darker and darker until they reached the jet-black tone that Franklin's adorable pin-up girls favored.

Her efforts to be more Bettie Page must have worked. 

Ignoring the pretense of helping his stepmother cook, Franklin took a long straight tress between his fingers appraising it like a feather from a rare black bird. 

Franklin, as Kitty looked on, studied it with some confusion, maybe remembering an ex-girlfriend or trying to reconcile his intensely sexual feelings toward his hot, young stepmother.

"Um...Franklin...– the box?" Kitty asked quizzically. She never shifted from the rock hard cock that was brushing up against her ass. 

Franklin forgot all about the pancake mix. Dropping from her long dark hair, his arms wrapped themselves around his stepmother's waist. His fingers, snaking around her hips, delicately touched her bare stomach.

For a few volcanic seconds, time stopped. Franklin found the back of her neck with his lips – grazing her flesh several times, lightly, with is own.

"Oh my, Franklin..." Kitty began. 

Much to her surprise her hand found the side of Franklin's face and pressed his mouth deeper into the flesh of her neck and throat.

Still sorting through her conflicting emotions Katherine found that her handsome stepson's body had made up her mind up for her, she allowed his throbbing erection to rest south to north between her nearly bare bottom..

Kitty, cornered in her own kitchen, was enjoying the sudden flash of heat that raced from Franklin's lips to her throat to the center of her hips. The electricity raced through their bodies.

She'd been so good to that Man-of-hers upstairs! And all he could do was grunt at her - she needed more than that.

That thought cleared away the pure enjoyment of this moment coloring her mood with guilt.

"Frank-Lin..." she chastised, trying to twist away from his brash intensity.

Katherine attempted to turn around, and thereby away, from her young stepson's quick embrace but inadvertently pressed the his cock directly into her abdomen.

Twisting back again, Katherine found she had now re-wrapped her ass against that dull, hard throb as she tried to break the surprise embrace.

Franklin's hands grabbed her hips from behind - pulling her ass to him. As she was pulled backwards, she again unwittingly pressed her ass harder against his crotch in natural response – grinding Franklin's cock into her roughly.

In a sudden shock, Katherine realized that she loved this. This could be her release.

Franklin guided one of his hands down her waist and pulled his stepmother's pajama bottoms down around her thighs baring her twin mounds of pale flesh. 

Franklin gasped in awe at the twin arcs of her white bottom protruding from the soft confines of her clothing. The yellow waistband caught itself around Katherine's milky thighs.

"Jesus." He breathed.

"Kitten – you were hiding this from me?" Franklins said, a hushed betrayal in his awed whisper.

Her ass was everything he'd secretly dreamed. It was ample without a single blemish or mark - like pale peaches in the growing twilight. Her pouty pussy lips gleamed from their hiding place, full rich and gently rounded.

It was now Kitty's turn to gasp. 

Her stepson had not only turned her on but was evidently about to take exactly what he wanted from her.

"Frank-Lin!" she said pronouncing each syllable of his name in a sexually charged version of outrage.

Feeling unbound from social regulations or shame by his need to take this beautiful creature, to explore the hidden reaches of her body - Franklin pressed against down on the small of Katherine's back - leaning her over the breakfast counter. Adrenaline roared in Franklin's ears and heat flooded Kitty's pretty little pussy.

Kitty, in the grip of her own desire, offered the slightest amount of token resistance as a last show of prudish frigidity. She looked back at him with her big brown eyes full of fearful anticipation.

Franklin, wordlessly caught one of her hands making it's weakened, token gesture of resistance and directed it directly towards his cock. 

Kitty, perhaps due to the lack of sexual gratification or some barely hidden burning desire of her own - wrapped it around his shaft, at first delicately - then with a firmer measure of enthusiasm as her desire asserted itself fully.

Much to Katherine's surprise, she also began jerking it - right through his boxers, pumping roughly and pulling it, and Franklin, towards her.

Something deep, primal and savage had taken over her actions – she wasn't being forced – she was willingly submitting to his advances.

"Please, Kitten?" Franklin asked, his two word question badly masking his demand for sexual release.

He gently held her hand around his cock, counting on her desire to make up her mind for him.

Katherine soundlessly mouthed a worried "Nooo..." and offered another pained expression to Franklin but she did not make a move to cover her delicate, and exposed, ass cheeks – nor did she stop her hand from pumping away at Franklin's prick.

"Take them off, Kitten?"

Katherine silently answered with a long jerk on his cock, not making a move to remove her pajama bottoms.

Franklin pressed the strength of his case: "I want you. No, no – I need your pretty little pussy." He whispered - just inches away from her ear.

She didn't stop pulling at her 19-year-old's cock her brown eyes just focused on his sea blue eyes lost in conflict, lust – heat.

Franklin momentarily released his captive. With some simple direction, he allowed her to pull her pajama bottoms around her ankles. And she did it. She did it so dutifully, not robotic or in a blank trance of lust, but ritualistically, with a kind of deep reverence for the oncoming act of sex – each muscle poising itself for the act itself.

His eyes traced the flesh of her perfect legs, lightly toned and nearly as milky white as her beautiful bottom. Although her baby t-shirt was still clinging to her chest, the outline of her hard nipples pointed at Franklin from the jutting twin arcs her beautiful breasts.

Franklin tore at his boxers, revealing the fat, firm 8-inches of tool that had brought this woman to a boil so suddenly this morning.

An evil grin from Franklin melted the last bit of her resistance. She stood there knowing that this was the crossroads from which there was no return. She chose another life in this moment and sprinted down that road.

Katherine, laying with her stomach on the kitchen counter, draped herself forward over the plates and shakers scattered there – her ass hanging over the counter with her legs spread out in an upside down V, now fully poised.

After weeks of coaxing and stolen kisses, Kitty was finally offering her dripping hot pussy to him. Part of Franklin believed he was still dreaming – she was beautiful...so willing now.

Nearly imperceptibly, Kitty parted her ass cheeks with each hand on her hips to allow the pretty pink smile of her pussy to gleam. Her face, expectation and an evil grin of her own spreading wider, rested heavily on the counter.

She was his in this moment – a submissive, trusting creature that only wanted to fucked into a deeper state of submission –to prove that even in this precarious moment his trust in her was justified.

Franklin knelt underneath her and caught the musky deep perfume of her cunt in his face all at once. If he had the time he would explore every hidden wrinkle of her body with his hands and mouth – pressing them in deep into her flesh – but he didn't have this luxury.

Playfully, and very lightly, he smacked the length of her pussy causing his stepmother to hop forward on the counter. His long bright red long lept out of his mouth to caress the line of her pussy lips – tracing a careful oval around her.

"Oh Jesus, Fr-ank-lin..." came an urgent whisper.

Upstairs, something stirred and slammed doors. Franklin got to his feet, reluctantly abandoning his oral ministrations over the hidden treasures of Kitty's vagina.

"He's gonna catch us, Franklin!" she fearfully hissed as Franklin pulled him cock completely free of his plaid flannel boxers.

"He's dumb but he's not that dumb!" she warned.

"No one is ever gonna catch us, Kitten" Franklin replied quickly, breathlessly.

Franklin held her there with one hand in the center of her back, just for moment, as he examined the captured Kitten. The promise of a well-deserved and savage dicking had a profound effect on her. He realized that they would not have time to finish – in fact, he was almost counting on it. He simply needed to be inside of her – to known the forbidden fruit of her dripping hot pussy. He needed it.

He wished he had more time to absorb every detail of the change in her – from her full lips as they pouted a soft "no" as her hourglass figure that screamed "yes" as it pressed back around his cock. But there was no time for this.

From upstairs, a dull sound of footsteps pounded a slow chorus back and forth.

With his free hand he took one of her wrists loosely and held it to her side knowing that some part of her needed to believe that this was all him sex taking her. 

Even if his grip was loose and playful around her wrist, it was what she needed to feel like he was in control of her.

Franklin was right. This faux rough method of sex allowed Kitty a much larger degree of satisfaction. Yet, in this moment, she was indeed, a captured Kitten.

Leaning forward, Franklin dipped his big white cock between her slender legs. He parted her soft ass cheeks to find the tender folded entrance of her body they each released a soft breath. Franklin pressed into and pulled out of her pussy, gliding wetly, he thumbed the bulging head against her doughy pussy lips roughly between strokes.

She was very wet, from the first, when he drove himself into her. The first penetrations parted her serenely – harpooning her tender cunt with the savage instrument of his lust.

A heavenly sensation erupted inside each of them. All the complex rituals of dating, mating and marriage led up to this moment of clarity when flesh meets flesh. The truth of it could not be denied.

"-oof!...MMmmmm-" was all Kitty could say, all of these realizations flowed through her brain like an out of control freight train. Each deep thrust sent white-hot howls through her consciousness.

Franklin grinded into the velvet folds of her hot snatch – a tight rubbery mouth desperately wrapped itself around his cock, firmly holding him in place.

"Why are you still fighting me?" Franklin whispered desperately.

His breath was heavy and hot against her ear. There act was desperate one, made all the more desperate due Edward's imminent arrival to breakfast.

She responded by lightly freeing the web work of musculature that she had been seizing so tightly around his shaft. She felt her wrist in Franklin's large hands and instead feeling helpless - she felt safe, turned on, captured!



Kitten In Heat Ch. 02



I.

It was 6 a.m. in the Midwest. Pink and grays drifted slowly off the horizon like curtain being pulled back from over the breaking dawn.

In a non-descript neighborhood in a non-descript subdivision a woman who was the feeling very opposite of non-descript was stirring around her admittedly non-descript one story ranch home.

Katherine "Kitty" Clark was downstairs in the family kitchen making breakfast. As she set aside pepper, habanera peppers, butter and eggs her usual uptight mannerisms were noticeably absent. These tensions had developed over the course of a two-year marriage to man that resembled a dopey-eyed sloth but were notably missing. Instead, she shifted with an easy feminine grace as she shuffled around the kitchen with ingredients in tow. 

Her full c-cup chest, a firm measure of sumptuous breast for a 37-year-old woman, shifted and bobbed comfortably in her small blue baby t-shirt. 

She peered down at her impressive rack, which she'd seen so many other gazing lovingly over like her tits were really cheery ambassadors of love and kindness and the all-American way.

No man could argue with these kinds of ambassadors. They seemed to smile up from her petite frame and speak with a perky upbeat voice of their own saying: "Well hello there, Slim! I just dare you to be in a bad mood we're I'm around."

The thought of talking tits made her giggle a little.

The lower edges of her vanilla white breasts peeked out from the small baby-t.

"The ambassadors of Mammaria must've had a tough night - they're falling asleep on me!" She thought with another barely suppressed giggle.

Any other day her beautiful breasts being semi-exposed would have made her feel self-conscious. This morning it made her feel a little wild. 

Kitty wiggled her hips every so often to a happy beat that she hummed to herself and decided she was dressed enough for making breakfast.

Katherine, Kate to her close friends, cracked the shells of three delicate white eggs and dropped the syrupy contents into a pan.

Franklin Clark, Katherine's 19-year-old stepson and guest for the summer, wandered downstairs and into the dining room. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he groggily shuffled into the kitchen in a state of semi-awareness.

As the last of his sleep cleared from his vision his attention became blearily focused on a soft melody that was apparently coming from a half-naked MILF in a modestly adorned kitchen.

"I have to be dreaming." Franklin said, not really meaning to speak this thought out loud.

Franklin wondered how a porn star had wandered her way into his uptight stepfather's kitchen. And then it hit him -- 

"That's my Kitten." 

The thought hit him like a subway car coming off the rails and careening directly into his better judgment.

Before him, his beautiful stepmother purred a tuneless, upbeat rhythm. It was the only sound in the early morning of the Clark household.

Teenage hormones being what they are it's an understatement to say that she, like a burning bauble or a diamond lit by a million watt bulb, had his total and undivided attention.

Franklin observed Kitty's loose pair of baby blue cotton pajama pants as they swayed dangerously low on her hips following the beat of the smooth, low humming from her lips. 

Kitty, for her part was takin' her time enjoying each movement each sound in the still quiet warmth of the morning.

The yellow waistband curled dangerously low around her full hips and "bodacious" ass (bodacious was a word Franklin used she reminded herself), but she didn't seem to mind too much. 

Daily rituals. They can begin with the first face you see of the day. And according to many unnaturally chipper morning TV show "scientists", this "first face" will usually define how most of the rest of the day will go for a person. Call it a mental impression if you will.

Whether Franklin was aware of this pseudo TV fact or not he looked up to his sexy stepmother's perky round face. Her elfish, lightly pointed nose and large brown eyes had a way of settling easily on his own. This morning, hers was Franklin's first face -- the face of his beautiful stepmother, Katherine "Kitty" Clark.

Franklin decided today was going to be a very unusual day. What the 19-year-old didn't know was just how unusual this day was going to be. 

Out of the corner of her eye Kitty caught her admirer.

Even now, as Kitty allowed him to survey in the full bounties of her amazing body the sexual tension inevitably built. It began in slow gulps that caught in the throat and revealed itself in troubling trickles of sweat in the palms, and threatened to reveal itself in slight flutters of the vocal chords.

Franklin, becoming keenly aware of this unmistakable brand of sexual tension, began trying to decide exactly how he was going to keep his hands off this creature -- today or any other day. The two had developed a naturally flirty relationship that seemed to alleviate this particular kind of tension but like any other drug: the more you get the more you want. 

He'd been so bold as to kiss her on the lips on several occasions. This resulted in his young, beautiful stepmother allowing for longer and longer durations, growing accustomed to the heat of each other's mouths. They each had begun to savor the stolen, desperate kisses while they slowly and gently tumbled over each other's lips.

Each time Kitty would bring these unexpected intimacies to a sudden halt. She would never mention them except in passing. But she did remember them. 

She secretly remembered their stolen kisses the way a woman would greedily cherish the look of burning lust in a former boyfriend. Mentally, she would caress a mental photo of that moment and carefully turn a long red fingernail over her his picture-- trying to remember every detail of a former life through each desperate sexual encounter from another life.

Part of the recent shift in Katherine's mood from being uptight to enjoying a more upbeat and mellow attitude was due to having her stepson around. 

Franklin, in her opinion, was what was commonly referred to as an old soul. Her 19-year-old stepson, full of wildly conceived of philosophy written by outlawed and damned thinkers long since dead or burnt at the stake, He had a darkly comic sense of humor that constantly caught her off guard. For example, Franklin labeled %99 of the world full zombies - the cannibal variety. He would smile and make the sign of the cross at glorified flesh-eaters in Nikes and Porches. 

It was not uncommon to hear him wondering aloud in public why zombies were always so gosh darn hungry for some brains. 

"This time they really are coming to get us, Barbara!" he'd whisper knowing she would instantly recognize the infamous zombie movie line.

The looks on passer-by's was priceless, Slack jawed bleach blondes would pause in mid-sentence or scowling yuppies would ball up their faces in practiced disgust.

He'd manage to do this in the middle of their mundane, mindless errands, pointing to a particularly decrepit husk of a human being dragging it's carcass down the street w/it's ear buds firmly implanted in each ear.

"And they're bringing barbeque sauce!" he follow up, making sure to leave enough confused, blank expressions on passers-by's faces. 

It was enough to break Kitty up into giggles. He was so different...

Between laughing fits and bemused smirks Katherine had noticed that his sea blue eyes flickered with something more than humor. Those sea blue eyes spoke to Kitty as if they were sharing a quiet secret with her alone -- no matter what anyone else thought.

In light of all this, it was very difficult for Katherine to resist the urge to lean into his body when they were together. She felt drawn to him in some inexplicable way. His wide shoulders and thickly muscled frame did not scare her -- they reassured her.

As for Franklin, although a boneheaded teenager, noticed this innate and particular kind of trust between them. His six-foot beefy frame made her think that she was completely safe when he was around -- why would she think otherwise? 

On top of the mental and immediate physical attraction, Franklin had a habit of calling her of all things to call a cute 37-tear-old MILF (another one of Franklin's words) - Kitty. 

Sometimes she was "Kitten" to him and no one had ever called her that. 

He only used this private pet name for her when no one was else was around, like he imagined she was secretly a luxurious, feline creature. The way he said the word, Kitty, it suggested that Katherine was secretly something that he desperately needed to pet, to paw at the gentle arcs and curves of her sexy body like an eager pup, or perhaps to even ravage her like demon. 

But, besides the stolen kisses, Franklin always behaved with the greatest amount of restraint around her.

"Was he struggling with more than a playful need for her?" She wondered again as she re-arranged eggs in their carton.

She was glad that Kitty was his pet name for her. It was much better than "Wife-O-Mine" like the 49-year-old man she had married called her. "Kitty" was worlds better than her sloth-like husband's preferred nickname for her like she was toy he'd lost interest in decades ago although their marriage was only two years along. 

Sometimes Katherine wondered why she married an even dumber version of Fred Flintstone. Then, she remembered that love was the last thing that she had married him for. When they met Edward Clark was a well off yuppie and she was a struggling waitress. With Edward she didn't have to worry about sharing a filthy house with three other desperate types. No bearded weirdo's offering her strangely colored pills or eyeballing her purse over and over. 

Katherine, thinking only of a better future with a tolerable man, quickly married her husband for a sense of financial security alone. 

'What does love have to do with it?' was what the lady said. For the definition of her marriage it was exactly the case.

As all these thoughts turned in Kitty's brain, Franklin watched her waistband slip lower and lower over her hips. The slinky internal rhythm of her body's music, her sweet music, had caused them to reach the very edge of her "bodacious" bottom.

For Franklin, the combination of his own raging hormones and the idea of illicit sex always made Katherine seem irresistible to him. It was all he could do most days to catch glimpses of her firm M.I.L.F.-ish body when he believed she wasn't aware - and it was killing him.

To make matters worse his stepmother looked exactly like porn star Tory Lane. This killed him most of all -- like he would forever be denied a treasure that floated each day unaware of his need for her, right under his nose.

Although Katherine acknowledged her stepson's presence with a crooked smile from over her shoulder she said nothing. Instead she reached up on her bare tiptoes into a kitchen cabinet for something.

As she did, her loose pajama bottoms continued to sag slightly downward revealing the fading tan lines that bordered on her plump, shapely ass cheeks. Her frame was petite but her ample bodily proportions of breast and ass gave her an amazing hourglass figure.

Katherine pretended not to notice how much of her was plainly visible to Franklin. She began to slip deep into thought, as she slowly went through the motions of making breakfast.

She knew Franklin would steal looks at her body. It was at least half the reason she would go to the gym and pour sweat while imagining his hands on her hips, his tongue tracing rough, electrifying ovals between her legs. On her little pussy-

"Oh my God, my 'little pussy'? I don't use language like that!" She thought, chastising herself for being so raw and sexual -- even if no one knew, a small wave of shame crept up in her mind. 

As she leaned upwards, Katherine felt cool air around her taut midsection like invisible fingers racing across down to the top of her barely exposed ass cheeks. Her cheeks, the ones on her face, slightly reddened as her body and mind fought against what every part of her soul wanted. 

"Am I making a fool of myself?" She thought. 

All she was sure about was that she wanted more, more attention from Franklin, and was completely in the dark about how to get more of it. She wanted more but wanted to remain a woman and not a needy little girl who wants another lick of an ice cream cone.

At this moment, sensing the conflict in his beautiful stepmother, Franklin made up his mind. This was his opportunity to move in for a closer inspection. He moved like a determined sleepwalker to his sexy stepmother, another kiss on his mind.

Kitty stole another look over her shoulder at her approaching summer guest, looking over his broad shoulders tapering down to the bulging muscles in his arms and legs. When her gaze stopped at his boxers she realized their mutual attraction was making them both much too turned on for a stepson and stepmother.

Franklin, never taking his eyes off her beautiful hips, stretched amiably as Kitty continued scooping out ingredients for breakfast from a cabinet.

"Aaa-h--h-h-" Franklin yawned, making for the ceiling with his fingertips.

Trying to conceal her obvious embarrassment at performing a PG-13 strip show for him and only succeeding in turning herself on, Kitty delicately placed a finger in the corner of her mouth, a serene baby doll expression spread over her girlish, elfin face. Katherine asked in low, hushed tone:

"Um, Franklin, honey, can you please reach this?" she cooed.

"If I'm acting like a needy little girl then so what!" She thought.

Now it was Franklin's turn to sweat. 

"She has to know what she's was doing to me." Franklin thought, unable to hide the growing swell of his attention in his red flannel boxers. 

The combination of revealing clothing and sultry tone in her voice screamed that she wanted his affections.

"Maybe for a kiss?" Franklin asked, the uncontrollable intensity of his teenage hormones being badly masked with a sleepy, half-smile.

Her eyes drifted to the growing bulge in her stepson's shorts. 

"Oh my! He really was a growing boy..." She thought devilishly, her red tipped finger back on the curve of her mouth.

She was good woman, she thought and this was just harmless, flirty behavior. She arched her back up and put her free hand on her hip. Twisting her finger around the soft curve of her mouth. She spoke directly to his growing erection.

"You should do it because you love me, Franklin." Kitty said, playing the part of the helpless ingénue. 

"I'll take my payment in advance, please." Franklin growled.

Kitty lifted her chin to directly meet his gaze. Her face rested just a few inches below Franklin's own. Her delicate face and brown eyes upturned to Franklin's modest demand.

"Ok, well - pucker up, mister." She whispered.

In the world of kisses some smooches are made with so slight of an effort that they seem resigned to their own uselessness. This kiss was not one from that category. 

There was a restrained desperation in the soft tenderness of their kiss. The lips met and then pulled away the same way two lovers hands would unwillingly separate, full of unfulfilled desires.

And now, technically paid for his efforts, Franklin obligingly lumbered over to the corner cabinets where Kitty was having difficulty.

"Was she really as turned on as he was?" Franklin thought, the boy in him questioning everything he did or said.

"Um, which one, Kitty? I can't see it." He said, playing for time to be this close to what he was beginning to consider his own personal sexy, and half-naked MILF porn tar.

In order to better direct his efforts, Kitty spun slowly around in the small corner of the kitchen, unwittingly pinning herself between the cabinets and her tall, young stepson. She pointed, once more, to a yellow box at the top of the open corner cabinet.

"Up there, Franklin." She said, back on her bare tiptoes and enough to completely expose the lightly toned area of her body from the middle of her spinal column to the dimples of her rounded bottom.

Franklin, his morning wood shifting gradually into a full-on erection, leaned in roughly while hopefully working within this pretense to feign some sort of innocent biological accident. 

His firm cock pressed into her delicately nearly undraped body as he reached up to grab the box of pancake mix from the top shelf. Franklin felt short bursts of Kitty's hot breath on his chest as he feigned a struggle for the box. 

Katherine, much to her growing excitement, found herself completely pinned between Franklin's hard-on and the stovetop. She suddenly began trying to decide what was hotter: yanking this 19-year-old's cock out of his boxers and engulfing it hungrily in her mouth or leaning back into the stove top and enjoying the moment.

She chose the latter and in the corner of the kitchen, pressed upward. With her shapely hips revealed and her ass cheek threatening to be just as bare, Kitty's lips grazed the side of Franklin's cheek as he fumbled for the box. Her thoughts seemed to echo Franklin's own exactly.

Franklin looked down from his task for a second. He caught Katherine appraising the firmer southern details of his body. It looked to Franklin as if she was trying gauge his next move. 

Her brown eyes flickered up to meet his own. Something wild glimmered in those big brown eyes -- a pent up need to do more than just look cried out in those sultry eyes of hers.

Unbeknownst to Franklin, Katherine had been thumbing through Franklin's rock and roll magazines. They were mostly a collection of Bizarre and Rock-A-Billy kept scattered through out his less than immaculate bedroom. She looked them over, paying special attention to the pin-ups included in each magazine, to get an idea of what kind of woman that young men like Franklin fantasized about. She wondered if he noticed the small changes in her appearance she made after careful examination of the pin-ups, models and female rock singers that these magazines tended to feature.

These women were very appealing with hungry eyes, plaid miniskirts, dark bangs and an unmistakable wildness in their photos. 

In contrast, her sloth-like husband Edward, Franklin's only legal guardian after his mother had left them, had very mediocre sexual tastes. Edward Clark was a fan of the peroxide blonde, the bland and the banal. Edward sometimes asked Katherine to emulate vacant peroxide blondes like Brittany Spears or Madonna's bleached, tanned appearance. Katherine indulged him in traditionally lackluster rituals that usually ended with her unsatisfied in a half of a skimpy cheerleader's outfit (G-O, T-E-A-M!) and Edward fast asleep.

For all of her efforts, she was repeatedly rewarded with a husband who was the sexual equivalent of a lemon -- sour and prone to breakdowns. Even with the benefit of her cheerleader outfit and mouthfuls of Viagra, Edward was still completely sexually incompetent.

In response to what she felt that Franklin found attractive, Kitty had let her honey colored complexion gradually fade into a milky white tone. Her blonde tresses got darker and darker until they reached the jet-black tone that Franklin's adorable pin-up girls favored.

Her efforts to be more Bettie Page must have worked. 

Ignoring the pretense of helping his stepmother cook, Franklin took a long straight tress between his fingers appraising it like a feather from a rare black bird. 

Franklin, as Kitty looked on, studied it with some confusion, maybe remembering an ex-girlfriend or trying to reconcile his intensely sexual feelings toward his hot, young stepmother.

"Um...Franklin...-- the box?" Kitty asked quizzically. She never shifted from the rock hard cock that was brushing up against her ass. 




Kitten In Heat Ch. 02



She carried the drink to their bedroom, and crawled onto the bed, trying to seem 'in the mood'.

"Here you go Hun, drink up and I'll give you a little suprise" Kitten said in a hushed tone.

"I'll make sure to do that" the ungrateful cunt said, and gulped down the entire glass, feeling a slight sting from the scotch, and sits up a little. "Now where is my suprise Wife-O-Mine?" He said with a smirk.

Kitten crawled off the bed and stood up, looking back at him. "Let me go freshen up, and I'll give you your suprise" She said with a smile. Kitten walked over to the master bath, and slid open the door, walking in with a sway in her hips, and closed it behind her, giggling.

"That idiot actually thinks I'm going to give him something" Kitten laughed. "He doesn't deserve what I can give, but Franklin does." Kitten said in a soft voice, slowly slid off her unrevealing nightgown, staring in the mirror to see how the new black bra and panties she bought looked on her. "I think he'll love it" She thought to herself.

Kitten slowly cracked the door open and peered out, to make sure the pills had worked on her horrid husband. As Kitten looked at him, she could see that his eyes were shut, and he had a soft snore, confirming he was out like a light. She giggled and pulled the door open, tip toeing over to their door, and slowly opened it, creeping out and down the hall.

"Oh Frank is going to be so excited!" She thought, re-ajusting her bra. Kitten started to take a few steps down the stairs, and noticed the TV in the downstairs living room was on, she knew immediately it was Franklin, not being able to sleep again. She slowly peeked around the corner, making sure he couldn't see her, and ran out, jumping onto his waist.

"Daddy!" She said in excitement, snuggling up to him.

"Oh fuck Kitten you scared the hell out of me!" Frank said, with a slight jump as Kitten flopped onto his lap.

"Daddy aren't you happy to see me?" Kitten said in a shocked, yet playful tone.

"Well of course I am Kitten, I'm always happy to see you." Frank smirked and put down the remote, resting his hands onto his Kittens plump ass cheeks, massaging them softly. "The question is, are you happy to see me Kitten?" He said in a sneering voice.

"I'm always happy to see you Daddy, you should know that by now" Kitten said in a pouty tone, nudging her heavy tits against his chest. "Frank do you like what I bought for you?" Kitten said in a sweet tone, lightly grinding her waist down on his occuring buldge.

"Does this answer your question?" Franklin asked, pulling both hands off her ass, and grabbing handfuls of her big tits, squeezing them. Kitten moaned and tilted her head, arching her back pushing her sensative nipples against his palms.

"Mmm Daddy yes it does" Kitten said, moaning as his masculine hands grope her softly.

"You look like a slut, my slut, my slutty little Kitten" Frank said, squeezing her breasts harder, beginning to grind his hard rod against her ass.

Kitten giggled and moaned, putting a knuckle into her mouth and biting down on it lightly. "I'm your slut... just yours Daddy... your slutty Kitten" She said to herself, trying to keep composure.

"Tonight I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you Kitten" Frank said in a stern tone.

"I can't wait Daddy, when are we starting?" Kitten said in an excited voice.

"Right now" Frank said, and reached behind her, uncliping Kittens bra, pulling it off her shoulders and letting it fall, revealing her ample tits. "They seem to get better each time I look at them Kitten" Frank said before bending down, taking one into his mouth, circling his tongue around the nipple.

"M-Mhmmm Daddy, that feels so good" Kitten lightly moaned, grasping the back of Franks head, pulling it closer to her hard nipples.

Frank began running his hands down her sides, and to her ass, squeezing it before sliding one hand down into the back of her panties, and sliding his fingers between the crack of her ass, flicking the tip across her small rosebud. "Has he ever fucked you here?" Frank asked, refering to his unworthy father.

"He's never had enough balls to do it, you know your father's a pussy" Kitten giggled, squirming at the feeling of her rosebud being teased. "But if you'd like, you can fuck me there Daddy, I've always wanted a cock deep in my tight ass" Kitten said in a seductive tone.

"Don't worry Kitten, I wasn't going to ask for permission, you're my slut now, I'm allowed to do whatever I please" Frank said with a chuckle.

Kitten squeezed her ass cheeks around his hand. "Good Daddy, I know I'm your slut, and I'm yours for when you need a good fuck, you can take me any time, any place, just say when" Kitten said, slowly grinding against his fingers, and buldging cock pushing up against her.

"How about now, in the floor, no questions" Frank said, pulling his hand out of her panties, and putting both onto her thighs, standing up while keeping her tightly against his meat stick. He walks over to the middle of the carpet, and crouches down, setting his Kitten on the ground, and grabs her thigh, turning her over onto her stomach. "Now, stick your ass in the air, and get ready for Daddy slut" Frank said in a strict voice, smacking her ass.

"Yes Daddy, anything you want!" Kitten said in a helpless tone, getting up to her hands and knees, arching her back and sticking out her ass. "Your Kitten is ready to be fucked" She said in a giggling tone.

"I sure hope so" Frank said, grasping her panties, and ripping them to shreds, holding onto her hips, and rams his thick rod all the way into her sopping wet cunt, filling her channel with 8 inches of meat. "Oh fuck, Kitten your pussy is amazing, It'll be impossible to get tired of this!" Frank said, and started to pump into her little twat, feeling the tightness give a skin ripping death-grip on his fat cock. 

Kitten let out a yelp, feeling his thick member slide deep into her small channel, filling her like no man ever could, especially her husband, with his 5 inch pathetic cock. "Oh Jesus Daddy, I can feel my pussy stretching from your dick!" Kitten said in a subdued tone, realizing this was her one and only purpose now.

"Good, get use to it slut, this is the only thing you'll be doing for a long time" Frank said, pounding into her harder and faster, making sure to push against the walls of her cunt, while treating it like his hand, making sure to fill her with each thrust.

"Yes Daddy, I'm your slut, fuck your slut, fuck her hard all night, fill her pussy, yes Daddy fuck yes, please don't stop!" Kitten begged, being drove crazy as a massive rod took her from behind, giving no mercy to her tiny pussy. 

Frank let one of his hands go, and reached up to the back of her head, grasping a handful of her dark mane, wrapping it around his hand, and pulling on it. "That's right, take my cock, take all of Daddy in you, let me hear you scream, scream slut!" Frank demanded, wrecking her cunt with his fast paced hatefucking.

Kitten yelped and screamed, taking her step-sons fat cock into her, at the point of an orgasm, and started to shake. "Oh fuck Daddy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm going to cum everywhere!" Kitten screamed, cumming all over his cock, making it easier to slide in and out of her soaked channel.

Frank started to moan, feeling his dick swell, knowing he was about to cum. "Kitten I'm going to fill your sloppy pussy with all my cum, do you understand me!" Frank said, jerking on her hair.

"Oh please Daddy, fill me with all your cum, don't stop until I can't fit any more in me!" Kitten said, trying to ease the pleasure of the orgasm and fucking of her new found lover.

"Here it comes, slut, take your Daddy's cum!" Frank yelled, pumping rope after rope of thick sticky cum deep into his step-mothers tight hole. "Oh fuck yes, yes yes yes, Daddy's filling you up slut!" Frank yelled into her ear, which was now up to his head from him pulling on her hair.

Kitten took ounce after ounce of thick spunk into her pussy, feeling it flow around in her, jerking as it filled every inch of her twat. "Oh Daddy you're really filling me, you're filling my pussy with your hot cum!" She yelped.

Frank let go of her hair and Kitten fell flat to the floor, gasping for air, feeling his pulsing member shoot out small squirts of cum as he leans back, letting it slide out of her worn out pussy, and spew out the last few drops onto her puffed up pussy lips.

"Oh Kitten.. that was the best fuck I have ever had, I don't think I'll be able to move for a while" Frank said, panting as his cock slowly softened.

"Then I guess I'll just have to do all the work" Kitten said, smirking as she turned around and looked into his eyes. "I hope you're ready, because you aren't getting off that easy" She said, gripping his cock.



Kitten In Heat Ch. 02



Franklin forgot all about the pancake mix. Dropping from her long dark hair, his arms wrapped themselves around his stepmother's waist. His fingers, snaking around her hips, delicately touched her bare stomach.

For a few volcanic seconds, time stopped. Franklin found the back of her neck with his lips -- grazing her flesh several times, lightly, with is own.

"Oh my, Franklin..." Kitty began. 

Much to her surprise her hand found the side of Franklin's face and pressed his mouth deeper into the flesh of her neck and throat.

Still sorting through her conflicting emotions Katherine found that her handsome stepson's body had made up her mind up for her, she allowed his throbbing erection to rest south to north between her nearly bare bottom.

Kitty, cornered in her own kitchen, was enjoying the sudden flash of heat that raced from Franklin's lips to her throat to the center of her hips. The electricity raced through their bodies.

She'd been so good to that Man-of-hers upstairs! And all he could do was grunt at her - she needed more than that.

That thought cleared away the pure enjoyment of this moment coloring her mood with guilt.

"Frank-Lin..." she chastised, trying to twist away from his brash intensity.

Katherine attempted to turn around, and thereby away, from her young stepson's quick embrace but inadvertently pressed his cock directly up and onto her abdomen.

Twisting back again, Katherine found she had now re-wrapped her ass against that dull, hard throb as she tried to break the surprise embrace.

Franklin's hands grabbed her hips from behind - pulling her ass to him. As she was pulled backwards, she again unwittingly pressed her ass harder against his crotch in natural response -- grinding Franklin's cock into her roughly.

In a sudden shock, Katherine realized that she loved this. This felt like a badly needed release.

Franklin guided one of his hands down her waist and pulled his stepmother's pajama bottoms down around her thighs baring her twin mounds of pale flesh. The yellow waistband caught itself around Katherine's milky thighs.

Franklin gasped in awe at the twin arcs of her white bottom protruding from the soft confines of her clothing. 

"Jesus." He breathed.

"Kitty... your -- You were hiding this from me?" Franklins said softly, a hushed betrayal in his awed whisper.

Each hand gently clasped her ass cheeks on the word "this" placing special emphasis on the word that signified so much wrongfully hidden beauty.

"Her ass, her pussy!" his thoughts raged darkly, simply, hungrily.

It was much more than he'd secretly dreamed. Her ass cheeks were ample without a single blemish or mark - like pale peaches in the growing twilight. 

Her arched, pouting pussy lips gleamed from their secret hiding place, full, rich and gently rounded.

It was now Kitty's turn to gasp. 

Her stepson had not only turned her on, but was now evidently about to take exactly what he wanted from her.

"Frank-Lin!" she said pronouncing each syllable of his name in a sexually charged version of outrage.

The first east to west stroke of his tongue across her exposed cunt changed her mind as to resistance completely. The pressure from his mouth was light but pressingly urgent, exploring what he had lusted after for so long.

Kitty exhaled softly and just as quickly Franklin was back on his feet. 

Feeling unbound from social regulations or shame by his need to take this beautiful creature, to continue to explore the hidden reaches of her body - Franklin pressed down against on the small of her back - leaning her over the kitchen breakfast counter.  

Adrenaline roared in Franklin's ears and heat flooded Kitty's pretty little pussy.

Kitty, in the grip of her own desire, offered the slightest amount of token resistance as a last show of prudish frigidity. She looked back at him with her big brown eyes full of fearful anticipation.

Franklin, wordlessly caught one of her hands as it made its weakened, token gesture of resistance. He gently but firmly directed it directly towards his cock. 

Kitty, perhaps due to the lack of sexual gratification or some barely hidden burning desire of her own - wrapped her delicate hand around his shaft, at first delicately and then with a firmer measure of enthusiasm as her desire asserted itself fully.

Much to Katherine's surprise, she also began jerking Franklin's cock doing so right through his boxers, pumping roughly and pulling it, and Franklin, towards her.

Something deep, primal and savage had taken over her actions -- she wasn't being forced -- she was willingly submitting to his advances and loving it.

Wordlessly, she grasped and pulled at her stepson's rigid cock, her breath building in her in this stolen moment. Franklin draped one of his large arms around her, caressing her tits, lifting and pushing them upwards. His bold efforts caused her tempo to increase. 

"Oh God, let me fuck your little pussy, please Kitty?" Franklin asked in a hushed whisper, his burning question badly masking his demand for sexual release.

He gently held her hand around his cock, re-asserting the heat of the moment and the counting on her awakened desire to make up her mind for her.

Katherine soundlessly mouthed a worried "Nooo..." and offered another pained expression to Franklin but she did not make a move to cover her delicate, and exposed, ass cheeks -- nor did she stop her hand from pumping away at Franklin's prick.

Franklin decided that he would have to take another approach.

"Take them off, Kitten." He growled.

Katherine silently answered with a long jerk on his cock, not making a move to remove her pajama bottoms from their resting place around her thighs.

Franklin pressed the strength of his case: "I want you. I need your pretty little pussy." He whispered - just inches away from her ear.

Caught like a sexually enslaved princess by an eager and equally beefy guard, Kitty didn't stop pulling at her 19-year-old's massive cock. In fact, her pace quickened enjoying the developing situation. her brown eyes focused on his sea blue eyes measuring the precise need in him for her. 

Kitty was lost in an ocean of conflict, emotion, lust, and heat.

Franklin momentarily released his captive and allowed her to pull her pajama bottoms around her ankles. And, at last, she did it. She did it so dutifully, not robotic or in a blank trance of lust, but ritualistically, with a kind of deep reverence for the oncoming sex -- each muscle poised itself for it.

Her delicate hands pulled at the last few inches of her pajama bottoms, releasing her pretty little pussy completely from confinement, the material of the pajamas landed in an unceremonious heap at her ankles.

His eyes traced the flesh of her perfect legs, lightly toned and nearly as milky white as her beautiful bottom. Then his eyes wandered back up. Although her baby t-shirt was still clinging to her chest, the outline of her hard nipples pointed at Franklin from the jutting twin arcs her beautiful breasts.

Franklin tore at his boxers, revealing the fat, firm 8-inches of tool that had brought this woman had brought to attention so suddenly this morning.

An evil grin from Franklin melted the last bit of her resistance. She stood there aware that this point they had arrived at was past the crossroads. 

Were they stood was a part of ground that was reached in need and paved with raw physicality. Katherine was past the belief that she could cling to a thin lie of a marriage. She was past the need for a pretense that she didn't need a lover exactly like Franklin. And from the stretch of emotional and physical road that they were on - there was no return. Kitty, with Franklin's "help" had chose another life in this moment and sprinted down the road.

Kitty, returned to her supine position - laying with her stomach on the kitchen counter. She draped herself forward over the plates and shakers scattered there -- her ass hanging over the counter with her legs spread out in an upside down V capped by two white mounds of "to-die-for" flesh, fully poised to receive his attentions. After weeks of coaxing and stolen kisses, Kitty was finally offering her dripping hot pussy to him. 

Part of Franklin believed that he was still dreaming -- she was so beautiful...and so willing. He was sure that he was about to wake up in a sparse college dorm room, alone.

But it was real! It had to be! He knelt down to examine his newly discovered treasure.

Nearly imperceptibly, Kitty parted her ass cheeks with each hand on a gently sloping ass cheek to allow the pretty pink smile of her pussy to gleam more widely. Her facial expression, heavy with anxious expectation, was lost to Franklin now as her head rested lightly on the counter -- like a mouse caught by a bird of prey.

She was his in this moment -- a submissive, trusting creature that only wanted to fucked into a deeper state of submission -- to prove that even in this precarious moment his love and trust in her would be justified.

With his chin between the tops of her bare thighs, Franklin caught the musky deep perfume of her cunt directly in his face all at once. If he had the time he would explore every hidden wrinkle of her body with his hands and mouth -- pressing them in deep into her flesh -- but he didn't have this luxury.

Playfully and very lightly, he smacked the length of her pussy with his hand causing his stepmother to hop forward on the counter. His long bright red long tongue leapt out of his mouth to caress the fleshy line of her pussy lips -- tracing a careful oval around her vagina.

"Oh, Gee-sus, Fr-ank-lin..." Came her urgent whisper.

From behind, he coaxed back the fleshy hood of her pussy. With the middle finger of his right hand he turned slow, soft circles over her clit. 

"I could do this all day to a bad little girl." Franklin whispered to her.

With that, he quickly plunged his tongue into the wet opening of her cunt, probing roughly and tracing wild patterns inside of her: entire alphabets oral calligraphy adorning her cunt written in saliva and hot breath.

"Is that what I am Franklin?" Kitty asked, feeling her entire body continually give in to his ministrations.

There was no verbal answer from Franklin as he repeatedly scrawled more letters with his tongue over her in a wild cursive searing ideograms into her nerve endings. His mouth raced across her, streaking from cunt up to clit and over her the milky white flesh of her inner thighs.

"Am I a bad little girl?" she asked -- capitulation and resignation in that voice.

No answer again. Kitty felt his tongue and fingers working in desperate unison.

Upstairs, something stirred and slammed doors. Franklin, in middle of his oral explorations of Kitty's more delicate regions sighed and got to his feet reluctantly abandoning his oral ministrations. It tore at him that his chance to completely explore the hidden treasures of Kitty's vagina had been spoiled.

"He's going to catch us, Franklin!" she fearfully hissed as Franklin aimed his cock directly for her pretty little pussy.

She made no move to pull up her pajama bottoms as slightly turned attempted to convey the danger and urgency of the moment by meeting Franklin's gaze.

Franklin looked vaguely amused. 

"He's dumb but he's not that dumb!" she warned.

"No one is ever going to catch us, Kitten" Franklin replied quickly, breathlessly.

"Stay there, Kitten. Please, don't move." 

With that he placed one hand in the center of her back examining the captured Kitten. He looked over the wet, glazed thighs and smooth, bulging pussy lips. The promise of a well-deserved, savage lovemaking had a profound and reckless effect on each of them. 

Emboldened by her submission he leaned into her. Driving his cock forward, the first stroke was made, clearing away the last barrier of the flesh. Franklin slowly pushed his stiff cock inside of her tight little pussy; in parting her flesh he felt a slight vibration in her muscle lining. 

Katherine remained, as she was directed, draped over counter the slow tempo of his hips pressing her feminine fat back and forth in rising rhythms. She was surprised, given the prospect of being caught by her boorish husband in the act and her general prudish nature, how quickly she had succumbed to him.

"Fuck it -- I want this. I need this." She thought dismissively.

The rippling 8-inch cock slid into her snug, tight little pussy like an oversized candle into a smaller candleholder -- dipping inwards and withdrawing with another tremor of fleshy resistance.

The first stroke built up into the first dozen strokes, then two dozen, part of the desperate lovers must have realized that they would not have time to finish.

For the teenager's part in fact, he was almost counting on it, knowing that they would have to finish eventually. For now, he simply needed to be inside of this woman's little pussy -- to know the forbidden fruit of her dripping hot little pussy. 

He needed it more than he needed a roof over his head or breath in his lungs. There was only the need in him now.

As his hips pressed into her full hips, slapping messily and recklessly he wished he had weeks to absorb every detail of the complete change in this woman -- from her soft lips as they pouted a soft "no" as her hourglass figure screamed "fuck yes". Her body continued to scream for more in the language the flesh as it pressed back engulfing each inch of his cock. 

From upstairs, the dull sound of footsteps pounded a slow chorus back and forth. Grunts and muttering announced an undue and unjust end to this coupling.

With his free hand he took one of Kitty's wrists loosely and lightly. Franklin held her wrist to her side knowing that some part of her needed to believe that this was all him sex taking her. 

Even if his grip was loose and playful around her wrist, it was what she needed to feel like he was in control of her.

Franklin was right. This "faux rough" method of sex allowed Kitty a much larger degree of satisfaction. In this moment, she was indeed, a captured Kitten.

The urgency in his strokes built up as Franklin rammed his big white cock fully in and out with total abandon. He sought the pink depths of her body he parted her soft ass cheeks to more widely expose the tender folded entrance of her body. 

They each released a soft breath. Franklin pressed in and out of her pussy mercilessly, gliding wetly, and thumbed the bulging head upward against her doughy pussy lips roughly between strokes.

She was getting very wet, and had been from the first, as the penetrations parted her serenely -- harpooning her tender cunt with the savage instrument of his lust.

A heavenly sensation erupted inside each of them. All the complex rituals of dating, mating and marriage led up to this moment of clarity when flesh meets flesh. The truth of it could not be denied.

"-oof!...MMmmmm!" was all Kitty could say.

Many frightful realizations flowed through her brain like an out of control freight train. Each deep thrust sent white-hot howls through her consciousness and threatened to enslave her forever.

Franklin grinded across the velvety folds of her hot snatch -- a tight rubbery mouth desperately wrapped itself around his cock, firmly holding him in place.

"Why are you still fighting me?" Franklin whispered desperately.

His breath was heavy and hot against her ear. There act was desperate one, made all the more desperate due Edward's imminent arrival to breakfast.

She responded by lightly freeing the web work of musculature that she had been seizing so tightly around his shaft. She felt her wrist in Franklin's large hands and instead feeling helpless - she felt safe, turned on, captured!

In a few seconds, the two increased their pace. Kitty felt herself allowing him to build up a furious pace that further moistened her cunt with every deep stroke. 

From upstairs, her horrible cunt of a husband called down:

"Honey, have you seen my money clip?" came a groggy voice.

Slowing but not stopping, the two glanced at each other and reveled in the stolen encounter. With long premeditated movements between hips they matched each other stroke for stroke.

"I've always hated him!" Franklin quietly cursed driving the length of himself into his submissive stepmother.

"Ha-have y-you looked on the night stand...?" Kitty called up the stairs.

Trying to speak was difficult -- she was soaked with wetness and adrenaline. Sweat rolled down the top of her white thighs.

"Slap-slap-slap." announced their hips as they smacked together in a desperate rhythm.

"No. It's definitely not here. Uh, Katherine? I don't see it, Katherine..." came the horrible cunt's raspy nasal voice.

Kitty bit her free hand trying to bite back a squeal of excitement.

"Hey! Is Franklin down there with you?" asked the Horrible Cunt.

"Ye-ey-yeah.", was all the response that Franklin could manage.

"He's coming down here...!" Kitty hissed feeling the raw energy of an orgasm building inside her.

Franklin withdrew with a large amount of prejudice. He slid his long cock out of Kitty with a sigh. Neither one of them had managed to orgasm but the experience left its unforgettably fiery mark on each of them.

"What?! Kitty, we have to finish..." Franklin pleaded.

The Horrible Cunt, a squat man with a dark receding hairline and nervous, shifty eyes, finally began to make his way downstairs. When he came into view he was staring appreciatively at his gold Rolex. 

Franklin, backing himself into his boxers turned around and leaned back over the stovetop -- parking his hard-on under the countertop, exasperated, looking as nonchalant as possible.

"After he leaves...I'm gonna suck you raw, Daddy." Kitty whispered into his ear - in an all too audible enough tone as she re-adjusted the pajama bottoms around her waist.

"Dad-dee?" Franklin mouthed in response as an incredulous expression that spread over his face. Franklin was so glad he had finally made his move.

"This was a wild woman on the inside!" He thought his mind reeling.

"What's got into me?" Katherine wondered silently.

Oblivious, the Horrible Cunt strolled up to the disheveled kitchen counter and made a disapproving face.

"Well gang, I found it. I left in on the bureau. Right in front of my face and I didn't see it." The Horrible Cunt quipped appreciating his own masterful grasp of the painfully obvious.

"Imagine that, Ed!" Franklin said, a dry smirk covering the shock of discovering his stepmother's libido and the disappointment in having such a Grade A jerk-off for a stepfather.

Franklin sat down on a stool with his back to his very worked up stepmother and oblivious stepfather and brooded over the pans on the stovetop.

"Honey, uh - where exactly are my eggs?" the Horrible Cunt said. 

Edward, the Horrible Cunt, had a way of saying obvious things like they were fragments of ancient Tibetan wisdom that he was passing down to his boneheaded flock. It was one of the many reasons that he was such a Horrible Cunt. 

"Oh!" Kitty said with a start looking over to the stovetop.

Franklin cringed.

The eggs were lying in runny white and orange blob, uncooked, in a pan.

"Well, that's just per-fect, gang. Just per-fect." The Cunt uttered with grim finality.

II.

Edward, now and forever known as the Horrible Cunt by his adopted son Franklin, marched out of the house after giving his wife an obligatory kiss on the cheek and distracted pat on her rear.

He did not notice how disheveled her hastily arranged clothing was or her rapid pulse -- he had big plans for the day, people to frown upon and also perhaps fire. 

Franklin cheerlessly waved a middle finger over his shoulder as the old man departed.

As the Horrible Cunt's BMW cleared the driveway the two illicit lovers breathed a collective sigh of relief.




Kitten In Heat Ch. 02



"What a dumb creep you decided to marry, 'Mom'.", Franklin said his tone dripping with bleak impunity.

"Franklin, if I didn't marry him we would've never met. How can you fault me for that?" Kitty said in a perky and diplomatic tone.

"Time to finish!" Franklin shouted jerking up from his awkward seat.

"Careful Franklin, you may bring out the beast in me." Kitten said waving a maternal finger in the air.

"I only want you to call me Daddy from now on - I love that." Franklin responded.

Katherine smiled: "Yessir, Daddy-O, sir!" Kitty said, giving him a mock salute and a facetious grin.

Something about a beautiful grown woman calling him "Daddy" loosened the bitter grip of jealousy on his heart. It was extremely hard to be angry in the face of her overwhelming sexuality and sweetness.

"He'll never know." Franklin said to the floor.

"The Horrible Cunt is oblivious. I spent four years in guitar lessons and recitals before he asked me why I was always late from school." He explained.

"I lied and told him that got in a lot of fights. Which wasn't actually such a huge lie. I told the Cunt that I was in detention. Do you know what he told me?" Franklin admitted.

Kitty's brown eyes settled on Franklin who had apparently detailed most of his stepfather's oblivious nature to the kitchen floor.

"'When I told him he said: 'That's nice, Frank'." Franklin said, trying to drain away the last of his resentment into the linoleum tiling.

He looked back up to her, the ghost of bitter memory beginning to clear away.

"The important thing is that the Cunt will never know a damn thing unless he catches us red-handed. Maybe not even then..." He said, finishing his oral argument by smiling at Kitty.

"It's perfect logic. I see no apparent fault, Daddy." Katherine said expectantly and comically - adjusting her baby t-shirt against the warm flesh of her full breasts. 

She picked an imaginary piece of lint from off her breast, making sure she now had Franklin's full attention.

The conspiracy was coming to an early fruition in them. An easy grace connected them made of lust and need.

As the sexual tension increased the room grew quiet and still.

"I dunno. I'm feeling kinda hurt over our interruption this morning. After all, that was technically our First Time -" Franklin said inching closer to her.

"Oh Daddy, what do you have in mind for our Second Time?" Katherine whispered, approaching him full of mock terror. 

The eager points of her nipples stared at him from underneath the thin cotton material of her baby t-shirt.

"Wait until you see what I have planned for you..." he said his tone dripping with the certainty of her nearness.

Franklin began totaling up all the activities he had wanted to carry out with this woman. He had dreamed up quite a list while he was in school or working his night job. The few women he had dated (to Franklin it only felt like a few) seemed so close to frigid that he had plenty of time to sort out what he would do with an available and open-minded female like Kitty.

He wondered just how submissive his stepmother would be for him. She was already showing marked improvement in attitude.

Would she dress in next to nothing for him? Play games with him? Would she go down on him in public? Would she get a girlfriend? Would she lick her little pussy, too? Could he videotape her like he wanted to with his previous girlfriends? 

"Where was the line at with her? Where?" He wondered.

"Would you do something for me, Kitty?" Franklin asked with all these burning questions in mind.

Kitty just smiled - offering a coy, half-innocent grin.

"I'll do just about anything for you, Daddy." Her voice was still a whisper, as if she had silently decided to agree to anything that Franklin could ever think up for her.

That was enough for Franklin. Closing the last distance between them, he upturned the small baby t-shirt up to expose both of her c-cup tits. Kitty's face had a mock-shocked expression -- a miniature oval "O" formed by her mouth.

He was so bold for being so young, she thought, pressing her tits forward for his inspection.

Kitty had extremely well formed nipples, perfect unbroken circles, surrounded by soft pink areoles that gave way to tender mounds of white flesh.

"Mmmm...bad Daddy, so bad..." Kitty cooed, encouraging her stepson to be as wild as possible.

He greedily sucked at each beautiful breast hungrily devouring the mounds of feminine flesh as his hands desperately explored her full chest and made rough furrows to the edges of her crotch. He held the back of her neck with one hand and was using his mouth and free hand to work her tender flesh into worried bits.

Small, almost imperceptible, red lines made by his fingertips connected over the gentle arc of her stomach as she her breath became hotter and hotter begging to give in to wild abandon. 

"I'd..." Katherine pondered the weight of her next words carefully and said, "I'd really hate it if you ripped my clothes off, Daddy".

She suggested this so evilly into his ear that Franklin had to pinch himself. Who was this woman he had stumbled into? 

Franklin disconnected from devouring her beautiful cleavage and looked deep into her eyes. 

Taking the collar of her baby t-shirt in both hands he smiled and smoothly tore the material directly down the center in a single tear - spilling her perfect breasts out as her chest began to heave.

The remainder of her shirt clung like a thin, wide-open vest, completely her torso. She looked at him her eyes drifting in a delirium as her mind raced with a thousand fantasies being realized.

"And these?" Franklin asked pulling at her pajama bottoms.

Kitty nodded hastily her hands cupping her breasts and grazing her nipples with her fingertips.

"I'd really hate of you tore those off, too, Daddy. You might want to fuck me again if you do that." Kitty cooed putting a soft emphasis on the word "fuck".

Franklin pulled at the waistband of her baby blue pajama bottoms but they would not give way. Frustrated, he spun her around and tore into the seam at the back of her pajama bottoms until she stood there in the shredded rags of her pajamas, tits heaving and pussy lightly glistening. She had never, ever been this turned on. 

Kitty turned in place like a subjugated queen enjoying being taken brutishly by a swarthy slave. She stood full of radiant poise asking with her bodacious body alone if Franklin liked what he saw, what he'd released inside of her.

"Now about you sucking me dry, little Kitten?" Franklin said standing at his full proud height before her.

"MM-hmm!" she agreed with her lips pressed together tightly.

Quickly without hesitation, Kitty dropped to her knees in front of him. She hungrily freed his rock hard cock from his boxers -- bombarding his rod with her mouth and seeking out the root of their wild attraction. After an outpour of attention over his massive cock she pulled his boxers free of his hips -- dropping them unceremoniously into a ruffled pile at his feet. 

Franklin had been with enough women to know that very few of them had ever been as wild as the woman who had just practically fell onto her knees in front of him. She was a true and unlikely find.

Her mouth was barely an inch away from the head of his 8-inch cock when she looked up at him. As she pumped his cock with her right hand her gaze grew focused and warm. 

Kitty looked up, wanting Franklin to see how much she was falling in love with him - sending all the sweetness and beauty of her troubled spirit at him with her eyes as she prepared herself to give him everything he wanted.

Her hot breath raised the hairs on his crotch as her eyes burned holes into his eyes engraving themselves into his memory.

Franklin felt himself falling for her, too. He wanted to say something, anything, to mark this emotional momentum. Instead, he pulled a lock of long black hair from her round face and placing a thumb on her chin, pressed his fingers against her lips.

Kitty's full red lips parted. She fell on top of his cock and slowly engulfed the entire shaft allowing it to slide over her curled tongue and down the inner recesses of her throat. She gently pulled it in and out of her mouth - letting it pierce the center of her being with every deep stroke.

While softly pumping the shaft with one hand she heard Franklin asking her:

"Do want to you touch yourself a little, Kitten?"

"Mmm-hmm" She affirmed yet remaining focused on her task.

"You want to do that now, right?" Franklin asked.

"MMM-hmm!" Kitty said as she tucked her stepson's cock into the inside of her throat.

She reached down and rubbed two fingers into the inferno of her womanhood grinding them deep in harsh half-moons over her clit.

She became wild and inhibited, as the tempo increased. Little streams of sound would emerge to punctuate the motions. Not really moans or groans but uncontrolled vocal expression: deep animal murmurs beyond the power of language to fully express.

As Kitty deep throated her stepson and finger fucked herself she felt the waves of sensation signaling the impending shock of orgasm.

"It was so quick for her to come so soon." She thought.

She gave his cock a final deep suck and pulled herself backwards.

Finally, the orgasm ripped through her body. Inner cascades rocked her and overwhelmed her sense of balance. Kitty fell forward against Franklin's bare thighs -- never releasing his bulging rod.

"Oh, my-y- Dad-dee-. Oh, my - Daddy." This was all she could manage to say in a hushed mantra. 

Franklin's huge, evil grin greeted her as she gradually returned to Earth. 

She noticed that she still had a death grip on Franklin's rock hard cock and then realized why he was smiling.

"I guess I'm in real trouble this time -- aren't I, Daddy?" Kitty playfully asked in from her knees on the kitchen linoleum.

Rising up from her knees, Kitty finally disengaged her grip on her stepson's cock. Kitty stepped out of the rags that were once her favorite loungewear.

As she stood it was clear why Franklin still was so turned on. This was an artist's model come to life. 

She was gorgeous. Kitty had a generous portion amount of snow colored tits and hips that was well apportioned to her slender shoulders, waist and thin calves. Her body contour were hidden treasures unlike any Franklin had seen outside of pornography. And this petite knockout with an hourglass figure -- was his alone.

"What now, Daddy? Are you going to fuck me now like one of your bad girls?" She said, hands on bare hips.

"I love when you talk like that" Franklin said.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and kicked his boxers away taking her in a warm, tight embrace.

"Kitten, I am going to fuck your little pussy like one of my bad girls."

Katherine gave a short exhale -- this was only getting more exciting for her.

"-- Tell me that you're a bad girl like you're a spoiled 19-year-old cheerleader." Franklin instructed.

In their embrace, Kitten drove a toe into the floor and made a facetious smile as they held each other's completely naked bodies. 

Kitty brightened her tone when she said: "Oh, Daddy...I've been such a bad, bad girl."

"Yes, you have Kitty-cat. Yes you have." He said directly into her ear.

"You've been so bad..."

"So...so -" the next word out of her mouth was a strong taboo for her to say, but she was going to say it anyway -- it's been that kind of morning: "- slutty...?"

Franklin's eyes lit up, it was only getting better for him.

"So slutty, little Kitten. So slutty..." he said and agreed by deeply kissing her.

Now, there were no more flirtatious looks or "accidental" brushes were in demeanor. No hesitancy was apparent the savageness of their coupling. 

They moved directly onto the dining room table.

Franklin, pressed his M.I.L.F. conquest into a slight variation of the traditional doggie style position -- this, with Katherine's arms spread outward and her head resting on the surface of the deeply varnished dining room table.

Getting into position behind her gleaming wet pussy, her hips arched up to accept him he entered her. The 8-inches of his bulging cock dug into the deepest folds of Katherine's tight pussy, separating the folds in a tine honored ritual. 

Massaging his fingers into the soft pink nub of her clit Franklin, again, wanted to pinch himself.

The two, on the dining room table, grinded themselves into an oblivion of lust, sweat and hormones until they both heaved -- but neither was finished with the other, yet.

Franklin, still standing, pulled Kitty off the table and to rest with her bottom resting on a walnut chair facing him. With unspoken direction, he thrust his rigid member between her ripe breasts -- savoring her soft, full contours massaging his cock. His cock head, with rest of his shaft buried in her firm cleavage being gently stroked, brushed her lips and chin. Kitty greedily tried to swallow it with each slow pass between her tits.

"I need it, Daddy. Give me what I need? Please?" Katherine cooed, her new personality as his "Kitten" already sinking into her in many ways.

"Do you like it, Kitten?" He asked, although his words were gruff and raw with the effort.

"Yes!" she said, eyes clear, an animal passion flowing through her.

"You wish we could do this every day don't you, little Kitten." Franklin asked by way of an indirect command. His tempo increased, titty fucking her in what was becoming a furious pitch.

"Yes." She said, stoke his building orgasm with each pass, each stroke.

"Yes what, little Kitten?" He said, blue eyes fixed on her brown eyes.

"Yes... Daddy!" she said with each hand pressing her breasts tightly against his cock.

At last, he removed himself from her breasts, allowing her one more deep gulp of his cock (of which: she didn't offer the slightest gag) and tugged on his cock and it spewed forth, gushing a river of semen. A shocking amount of sperm issued forth as Kitty smiled, watching some delicate thick stings of cum trickle down her full breasts, across the soft sprinkling of cinnamon brown freckles on her upper chest and spraying across her beautiful face.

"Do you love me, little Kitten?" Franklin asked, breathless holding her face by the point of the chin.

"You are all I love now, Daddy." She answered dutifully, feeling a strange reverence for this 19-year-old boy.

III.

The afternoon passed slowly with Franklin rewarding Kitty for her "good behavior" of which, mostly consisted of nude modeling. Promising to be as hungry for him as possible -- which she hoped meant that she could be as slutty as possible for him.

Franklin passed a hand over Kittens bare stomach. She had a light tone that made gentle curves along her abdomen that his palm brushed over lightly. The unexpected development of having a beautiful woman like Katherine eased his mind.

As his hand passed over her breasts, his imagination fired with images of Kitty hungrily devouring him, engrossed in a living fantasy and daring to explore more he decided to show Kitty what he always wanted to do.

After another round of intense sex, the two fell into quick and sure comfort in their new roles as lovers. The two lay together on Franklin's bed.

"I'm gonna do it." Franklin thought trying to steal his nerves.

Kitten, completely naked and with happy, far-a-way eyes watched Franklin get up. He walked a few feet over his computer and selected a digital video from a small collection located on his machine.

"It's important to train her right." Franklin reflected to himself.

He was very, very pleased with her. Watching Katherine's growing interest in doing exactly what he wanted, what he liked, what he needed made him feel less alone, less of a impossible crank.

Firing up Quicktime, he very careful to choose a scene containing two women and one man -- one of his unrealized fantasies.

The screen flickered to life. Three people, a man and two young attractive women walked up a flight of stairs in a non-descript apartment building.

"I want to show you something, Kitten." He said settling in behind her on his bed.

"Is that right?" Kitten asked, raising a curious eyebrow,

She wondered how far she was willing to go with all this fantasy stuff of Franklins.

Franklin resumed caressing her stomach and breasts.

On screen, a sexy brunette, with high cheekbones and dark eyeliner was peeling off her clothing.

"Oh my Fr- um, Daddy. Is this porno?" she said with a hint of factitiousness in her voice.

"I like to think of them as 'Who-Done-Its'."

"Like -- um -- detective-detective movies?" she was immediately cut off as Franklin took hold of one of her nipples.

His tone unchanged (calm so fucking calm!): "And I like to know how a good mystery ends..."

Intently, he kept watching the screen. A leggy pale blonde was helping Eyeliner Brunette give the man in the scene a ferocious blowjob. The camera focused on his jubilant expression.

"Have you ever done anything like that?" Katherine asked, pointing to the female-female-male (FFM she later learned) scene on the computer monitor. 

Without answering yes or no, Franklin looked up from Kitty's body for a moment. Eyeliner Brunette was now on all fours. A pink streak across the top of her hair that turned and wind milled around her naked body as she settled between the pale blonde and man with her face pointed at the man.

The brunette was quickly busy being playfully spanked by the pale blonde, whose own full 32DD tits bounced with every light stroke on the brunette's ass.

Franklin waited to answer, watching the scene unfold, measuring Kitty's growing excitement.

Onscreen, the Eyeliner Brunette was attempting to lean forward to greedily suck at an actor's 10-inch-cock that dangled before her and just for her. The actor smirked again as he playfully pushed his cock in and out of the hungry kitten's reach.

Eyeliner Brunette would catch him for a moment only to have her meaty treat pulled away. At which point, she would pout upwards at the actor, who seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

"Slap!" came the sound of the blonde laying a hot stroke across the brunette's beautiful full ass cheeks. Eyeliner Brunette would deliver a closed-mouth squeal over the actors cock with each playful slap.

Franklin decided not to answer. Let her think I'm some wild teenager! He though with a chuckle, wrapping his hand her chin he pushed her face upwards to his and asked:

"Oh my, little Kitten...What do you think of that?"

It was her turn not to answer -- she kissed him softly, feeling his cock prodding against her roughly.

Franklin enjoyed every second of the wild curiosity in her.

As they unwound in his bed, spooning and indulging threesome porn, Franklin began fondling her round ass cheeks while cupping a large hand around one of her perfect breasts.

"Do you like it?" Franklin whispered vaguely, devilishly.

Kitty looked back up to the monitor. The pale blonde and the actor were now both fucking the very fortunate brunette's brains out. On one each of the Eyeliner Brunette they glided in and out of her mouth and pussy with tongue and cock as the brunette whimpered and cooed. 

Katherine answered Franklin's question as to her thoughts on the scene bodily. She lifted up one of her toned alabaster legs (with her heel lying lightly on the bed) allowing Franklin a freer and greater access to the source of their mutual and frenzied passion.

From behind her, Franklin began stroking her pussy, alternately pressing and tugging at her pinched pussy lips with his free hand.

His middle finger raced up and down her wet slit while his freehand pressed and pinched at her labia. 

"You'd like to play like that with me someday, wouldn't you little Kitten?" Franklin whispered coolly into her ear.




Kitten In Heat



In a few seconds, the two increased their pace. Kitty felt herself allowing him to build up a furious pace that further moistened her cunt with every deep stroke. 

From upstairs, her horrible cunt of a husband called down:

"Honey, have you seen my money clip?" came a groggy voice.

Slowing but not stopping, the two glanced at each other and reveled in the stolen encounter. With long premeditated movements between hips they matched each other stroke for stroke.

"I've always hated him!" Franklin quietly cursed driving the length of himself into his submissive stepmother.

"Ha-have y-you looked on the night stand...?" Kitty called up the stairs.

Trying to speak was difficult – she was soaked with wetness and adrenaline. Sweat rolled down the top of her white thighs.

"Slap-slap-slap." announced their hips as they smacked together in a desperate rhythm.

"No. It's definitely not here. Uh, Katherine? I don't see it, Katherine!?" came the horrible cunt's raspy nasal voice.

Kitty bit her free hand trying to bite back a squeal of excitement.

"Is Franklin down there with you?" asked the horrible cunt.

"Ye-ey-yeah.", was all the response that Franklin could manage.

"He's coming down here...!" Kitty hissed feeling an orgasm building inside her.

Franklin withdrew with a large amount of prejudice. He slid his long cock out of Kitty with a sigh. Neither one of them had managed to orgasm but the experience left it's unforgettably fiery mark on each of them.

"What a load of shit! Kitty, we have to finish..." Franklin pleaded.

The horrible cunt, a squat man with a dark receding hairline and nervous, shifty eyes, finally began to make his way downstairs. When he came into view he was staring appreciatively at his gold Rolex. Franklin, backing himself into his boxers turned and leaned back towards the stovetop – parking his hard-on under the countertop, exasperated, looking as nonchalant as possible.

"After he leaves...I'm gonna suck you raw, Daddy." Kitty said in an all too audible enough tone as she re-adjusted the pajama bottoms around her waist.

"Dad-dee?" Franklin mouthed in response as an incredulous expression that spread over his face. Franklin was so glad he had finally made his move, this was a wild woman on the inside, he thought.

Oblivious, the horrible cunt strolled up to the disheveled kitchen counter and made a disapproving face.

"Well, I found it, gang – I left in on the bureau. Right in front of my face and I didn't see it." The horrible cunt quipped.

"Imagine that, Eddie?" Franklin said, a dry smirk replacing the disappointment and shock.

Franklin sat down on a stool with his back to his very worked up stepmother and oblivious father and brooded over the pans on the stovetop.

"Honey, uh - where exactly are my eggs?" the horrible cunt said. 

Edward, the horrible cunt, had a way of saying obvious things like they were fragments of ancient Tibetan wisdom that he was sharing with his bone headed flock. It was one of the many reasons that he was such a horrible cunt. 

"Oh." Kitty said, looking over to the stovetop.

Franklin cringed.

The eggs were lying in runny white and orange blob, uncooked, in a pan.

"Well, that's just perfect, gang. Just perfect." The cunt uttered.

II. Edward, now and forever known as the Horrible Cunt by his adopted son Franklin, marched out of the house after giving his wife an obligatory kiss on the cheek and distracted pat on her rear.

Franklin waved a middle finger over his shoulder as the old man departed.

As his BMW cleared the driveway the two breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"What a creep you decided to marry, 'Mom'.", Franklin said in a tone dripping with impunity.

"Franklin, if I didn't marry him we would've never met. How can you fault me for that?" Kitty said in a perky and diplomatic tone.

"I only want you to call me Daddy from now on - I love that." Franklin responded.

Katherine smiled: "Yessir, Daddy-o, sir!" Kitty said, giving him a mock salute and a facetious grin.

Something about a beautiful grown woman calling him "Daddy" loosened the bitter grip of jealousy on his heart. It was extremely hard to be angry in the face of her overwhelming sexuality and sweetness.

"He'll never know." Franklin said to the floor.

"The Horrible Cunt is oblivious. I spent 5 years in guitar lessons and recitals before he asked me why I was always late from school. I told him that got in a lot of fights and was in detention. You know what he told me?" Franklin admitted.

Kitty's brown eyes settled on Franklin who was apparently talking to the floor.

"That's nice." Franklin said, trying to drain away the last of his resentment into the linoleum tiling.

"The important thing is that the Cunt'll never know a thing unless he catches us redheanded – maybe not even then..." He said, finishing his oral argument by looking up to Kitty.

"It's perfect logic. I see no apparent fault, Daddy." Katherine said blankly and comically - adjusting her baby t-shirt against the warm flesh of her full breasts. She picked an imaginary piece of lint from off her breast, making sure she now had Franklin's full attention.

A conspiracy was coming to an early fruition in them. An easy grace connected them made of lust and need.

As the sexual tension increased the room grew quiet and still.

"I dunno. I'm feeling kinda hurt over our interruption this morning. After all that was technically our first time -" Franklin said inching closer to her.

"Oh Daddy, what do you have in mind for our second time?" Katherine whispered, full of mock terror. The eager points of her nipples stared at him from underneath the thin cotton material of her baby t-shirt.

"Wait until you see what I have planned for you..." he joked.

Franklin began totaling up all the activities he had wanted to carry out with this woman. He had dreamed up quite a list while he was in school or working his night job. The few women he had dated seemed so close to frigid that he had plenty of time to sort out what he would do with a an available female like Kitty.

He wondered just how submissive his stepmother would be for him.

Would she dress in next to nothing for him? Play games with him? Would she go down on him in public? Would she get a girlfriend? Would she lick her little pussy, too? Could he videotape her like he had his previous girlfriends? Where was the line at with her? Where? he wondered.

"Would you do something for me, Kitty?" Franklin asked with all these burning questions in mind.

Kitty just smiled - offering a coy, half-innocent grin.

"Just about anything for you, Daddy." Her voice was still a whisper as if she had privately decided to agree to anything that Franklin could ever think up for her.

That was enough for Franklin. Silently closing the distance between them he upturned the small baby t-shirt up to expose both of her c-cup tits. She had extremely well formed nipples, perfect unbroken circles, surrounded by soft pink areoles that gave way to tender mounds of white flesh.

"Mmmm..." Kitty cooed, encouraging her stepson to be as wild as possible.

He greedily sucked at each breast devouring the mounds of feminine flesh as he raked his hands across her chest to her crotch. He held the back of her neck with one hand and was using his mouth and free hand to work her tender flesh into worried bits.

Small, almost imperceptible, red lines made by his fingertips connected over the gentle arc of her stomach as she her breath became hotter and hotter begging to give in to wild abandon. 

"I'd..." Katherine pondered the weight of her next words carefully and said, "I'd really hate it if you ripped my clothes off, Daddy".

She suggested this so evilly into his ear that Franklin had to pinch himself. Who was this woman he had stumbled into? 

Franklin disconnected from devouring her beautiful cleavage and looked deep into her eyes. 

Taking the collar of her baby t-shirt in both hands he smiled and smoothly tore the material directly down the center in a single tear - spilling her perfect breasts out as her chest began to heave.

The remainder of her shirt clung like a thin, wide-open vest, completely her torso. She looked at him her eyes drifting in a delirium as her mind raced with a thousand fantasies being realized.

"And these?" Franklin asked pulling at her pajama bottoms.

Kitty nodded hastily her hands cupping her breasts and grazing her nipples with her fingertips.

"I'd really hate of you tore those off, too, Daddy. You might want to fuck me again if you do that." Kitty cooed putting a soft emphasis on the word "fuck".

Franklin pulled at the waistband of her baby blue pajama bottoms but they would not give way. Frustrated, he spun her around and tore into the seam at the back of her pajama bottoms until she stood there in the shredded rags of her pajamas, tits heaving and pussy lightly glistening.

She turned in place like a subjugated queen enjoying being taken brutishly by a brutish slave. 

"Now about you sucking me dry, Kitten?" Franklin said standing at his full proud height before her.

"MM-hmm!" she agreed with her lips pressed together tightly.

Kitty dropped to her knees in front of him and hungrily freed his rock hard cock from his boxers – bombarding his cock with her tongue seeking out the root of their wild attraction. She pulled his boxers free of his hips – dropping them unceremoniously in a ruffled pile sat his feet. 

Franklin had been with enough women to know that very few of them had ever been as turned on as the woman who had just practically fell onto her knees in front of him. She was a find.

Her mouth was barely an inch away from the head of his 8-inch cock when she looked up at him. As she pumped his cock with her right hand her gaze grew focused and warm. 

Kitty looked up, wanting Franklin to see how much she was falling in love with him - sending all the sweetness and beauty of her troubled spirit at him with her eyes as she prepared herself to give him everything he wanted.

Her hot breath raised the hairs on his crotch as her eyes burned holes into his eyes engraving themselves into his memory.

Franklin felt himself falling for her, too. He wanted to say something, anything, to mark this emotional momentum. Instead, he pulled a lock of long black hair from her round face and placing a thumb on her chin, pressed his fingers against her lips.

Kitty's full red lips parted. She fell on top of his cock and slowly engulfed the entire shaft allowing it to slide over her curled tongue and down the inner recesses of her throat. She gently pulled it in and out of her mouth - letting it pierce the center of her being with every deep stroke.

While softly pumping the shaft with one hand she heard Franklin asking her:

"Do wanna you touch yourself, little kitten?"

"Mmm-hmm" she affirmed remaining focused on her task.

"You wanna do that now, right?" Franklin asked.

"MMM-hmm!" Kitty said as she tucked her stepson's cock into the inside of her mouth.

She reached down and rubbed two fingers into the inferno of her womanhood grinding them deep in harsh half-moons over her clit.

She became wild and inhibited, as the tempo increased. Little streams of sound would emerge to punctuate the motions. Not really moans or groans but uncontrolled vocal expression: deep animal murmurs beyond the power of language to fully express.

As Kitty deep throated her stepson and finger fucked herself she felt the waves of sensation signaling the impending shock of orgasm.

It was so quick for her to come so soon. She thought.

She gave his cock a final deep suck and pulled backwards.

Finally, the orgasm ripped through her body. Inner cascades rocked her and overwhelmed her sense of balance. Kitty fell forward against Franklins bare thighs – never releasing his bulging rod.

"Oh, muh- da...Da-di-Daddy. Oh, my - Daddy." Was all she could manage to say. A hushed mantra. 

Franklin's huge evil grin greeted her as she gradually returned to earth. 

She noticed that she still had a death grip on Franklin's rock hard cock and then realized why he was smiling.

"I'm in real trouble this time – aren't I, Daddy?" Kitty asked in a playful tone from the kitchen linoleum.

Rising up from her knees, Kitty finally disengaged her grip on her stepson's cock. Kitty stepped out of the rags that were once her favorite loungewear.

As she stood it was clear why Franklin still was so turned on. This was an artist's model come to life. 

She was gorgeous. Kitty had a generous portion amount of fair colored tits and hips that was well apportioned to her slender shoulders, waist and thin calves. She was a petite knockout with an hourglass figure.

"What now, Daddy? Are you gonna fuck me now like one of your bad girls?"

"I love when you talk like that" Franklin said.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and kicked his boxers away taking her in a warm embrace.

"I am gonna fuck your little pussy like one of my bad girls."

Katherine gave a short exhale – this was only getting more exciting for her.

"– tell me that you're a bad girl like you're a spoiled 19-year-old cheerleader would do." Franklin instructed.

She drove a toe into the floor and made a facetious smile as they held each other's completely naked bodies. 

Kitty brightened her tone when she said: "Oh Daddy...I've been such a bad, bad girl."

"Yes, you have Kitty-kat. Yes you have." He said directly into her ear.

No more flirtatious looks or brushes were in their initial embrace nor was it apparent the savageness of their coupling. Franklin, taking his Milf conquest in a slight variation of the traditional doggie style position, this with Katherine's arms spread outward and her head resting on the shag carpet, dug and twisted his cock into the deepest folds of Katherine's tight pussy, massaging his fingers into the soft pink nub of her clit.

The two, on the floor of the living room, grinded themselves into an oblivion of lust, sweat and hormones until they both heaved – but neither was finished with the other, yet.

Franklin, getting to his feet, gently this time – he pulled Katherine to her knees facing him and thrust his rigid member between her ripe breast. The head, with rest of his shaft buried in her firm cleavage being gently stroked, brushed her lips and chin as she tried to swallow it with each slow pass from between her tits.

"I need it, Daddy. Gimme what I need? Please?" Katherine cooed, her new personality as his "kitten" already sinking into her in many ways.

He removed himself from her breasts, allowing her one more deep gulp of his cock (of which: she didn't offer the slightest gag) and tugged on his cock and it spewed forth a gush of semen. A porn star amount of sperm issued forth as Katherine smiled, watching some delicate thick stings of cum trickle down her full breasts, across the soft sprinkling of cinnamon brown freckles on her upper chest and spraying across her beautiful face.

"Do you love me, little Kitten?" Franklin asked, breathless holding her face by the point of the chin.

"You are all I love now, Daddy." She answered.

The afternoon passed with Franklin rewarding Katherine for her "good behavior" of which, mostly consisted of nude modeling and sampling his video collection. Franklin was careful to choose scenes containing two women and one man.

"It's important to train this one right." Franklin reflected to himself, watching Katherine's growing interest in doing exactly what he wanted, what he liked, what he needed.

"Have you ever done anything like them?" Katherine asked, pointing to a frisky brunette on the monitor, who was busy being playfully spanked by a pale blonde while also greedily sucking at a porn actors 10 inch cock.

"Heh-heh, oh my, little kitten..." was all Franklin told her hoping to drive a sense of excited curiosity home to her.

As they unwound in his bed, spooning and watching porn, Franklin began fondling her ass cheeks while cupping a large hand around one her perfect breasts.

"Do you like it?" Franklin whispered vaguely, devilishly.

Katherine looked at the monitor. The pale brunette and actor were both fucking the very fortunate brunette's brains out. On each side they glided in and out of her mouth and pussy as the brunette whimpered and cooed. Katherine answered only by lifting a leg, heel on the bed, to allow Franklin greater access to her moistening cunt.

"Do you think you'd like to play like that with me someday, little Kitten?" Franklin whispered coolly into her ear.

"You mean? Get my little pussy fucked by a strange woman - "

"and me -" he said as his fingers built up tempo across her now soaked cunt.

"...at the same time?" Katherine finished, as the erotic multiplication of this idea began to flush her orgasm closer.

Before she could answer her body trembled and shockwave of orgasm ripped through her petite frame.

When it passed, Katherine turned back to Franklin and laid a deep passionate kiss on him.

"Anything for you, Daddy – anything..." she whispered.

III. All of it was beginning to weigh heavily on poor, young Franklin's bent mind. His feelings for Kitty were a mix of a man's pure lust to master a woman and a boy's need to completely trust a girl. 

These two burning needs were not being reconciled.

Even now, the horrible cunt was drooling all over his kitten. Franklin laid in his darkened basement bedroom and tried to push away the growing conflict unfolding inside of him.

The horrible cunt was sure that something had changed within his new wife's mentality but couldn't detect what it was. All he knew was that he liked it.

Katherine and Edward lay in their bedroom upstairs. Edward stared blankly at his wife as she read through a book of philosophy that he'd recalled maybe seeing in Franklin's old collection.

"Who cares about motorcycles, anyhow?" the horrible cunt screeched.

Kitty continued reading with a raised eyebrow.

"Are we fighting, Katherine?" the horrible cunt started as Kitty tried to ignore him.

Edward pulled the sheet down from his wife's lovely legs. They were like slightly toned at rest and warm to the touch.

Katherine dutifully ignored him.

"Then maybe we can..." the horrible, and slovenly, cunt said as his hands rubbed her upper thigh.

Kitty set the book down on her chest in a frustrated lump.

"Why don't I make you a drink?" Kitty said in her most amicable tone.

"Say, that's more like it, wife-of-mine!" the horrible cunt wheezed.

Kitty hopped up from the bed and marched out of the room her buns wiggling gently under her plush black robe.

She dropped two small white pills into the bottom a short thick glass and ground them into dust then applying a mixture of dark scotch and sweet bourbon over it.

"This will get you outta my hair for awhile." Kitty told the beverage as she dropped a finger into the alcohol and stirred it.

"Mean old man." She cursed as she came back up the stairs.

TO BE CONTINUED