Chapter 2

“Fucking fucker fucking fuck. Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit fuck!”

Alright, my language wasn’t helping the situation, but it made me feel better. I was on my back under the sink trying to line up the screwdriver as I struggled to re-install the garbage disposal I had just fixed. Catherine could have bought a new one and paid someone to do it, but fixing things around the house was about the only thing I really contributed here. She never said anything, but I felt guilty living off of her bounty and she already had a deadbeat son doing that.

“Gaaah!” I yelped when I felt a hand pull down the zipper of my pants.

“Fuck!” I yelped when I dropped the screwdriver and it hit me on the forehead.

I squirmed around under the counter, struggling to look around the drain and down my body to where Catherine had pulled my cock out of my pants and was stroking it with a mischievous smile.

“Sorry baby, I just couldn’t help myself.” She purred as she leaned over and flicked her tongue over the head of my now stiffening prick. “Keep doing what you are doing, I get soooo turned on when you act all manly.”

I tried to squirm out from under the sink but she quickly shuffled between my legs holding me firmly in place with her body. “Please finish fixing the sink, I need it done by dinner time. I’ll just wait here until you are finished.” She said playfully, then she slid her mouth over the head of my cock and with a soft moan of pleasure began sucking.

She was wearing her workout outfit, tight black leggings and a loose t-shirt that hung open to give me tantalizing glimpses of her huge tits held in place by a sports bra. Her hair was up in a ponytail that hung down one side of her head and her face was refreshingly free of makeup and still slightly flushed from her CrossFit session. I struggled to reach the screwdriver, banging my elbow on the piping since I could barely turn my hips. After a few futile moments I gave up and lay back, enjoying the blowjob and planning my revenge.

“Mmmmmmmm” she moaned, gently bobbing her head up and down on my cock. One strong hand gripped the base of my shaft and twisted in time with her head while the other rested on my thigh, her nails digging into my leg each time she bottomed down on my prick. Her eyes were closed, focused on her task and savoring the feel and taste of my cock in her mouth.

I squirmed around so I could reach down and take her one hand, gripping her wrist firmly. I laid my other hand on the top of her head, my fingers digging into her hair but doing nothing to interfere with her movements. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, smiling around the thick member that filled her mouth.

She backed off, the head of my shaft slipping free from her lips. “Should I stop?” she asked innocently.

“Not on your fucking life.” I replied in a tight voice, straining to keep my head up in the confined space under the sink.

She smiled again, her eyes twinkling then lowered her mouth back down on my now glistening cock. I lay my head back, shuffling my shoulders to try to ease the pain where the edge of the cabinet dug into my back without distracting her from her efforts.

“Oooohhhh yeah.” I groaned as her mouth descended the length of my cock again. She held me there, her tongue sliding up and down the bottom of my prick while she sucked on it like her favorite protein shake. She slowly backed off until her lips were clamped tightly around the head then bobbed back down as her hand twisted gently around the base of the shaft. She slowly increased her tempo, her breath coming in cool puffs on the now slick shaft of my prick as she worked it with her well trained mouth.

“Fuck you suck a good cock.” I gasped and she moaned in appreciative response to the praise. Her hand dug into my thigh where I still held her wrist. I tightened my grip on her hair when I felt my balls start to tense with the first stages of my orgasm.

“Mmmm hmmmm” she grunted, pulling my shaft deep into her throat and working her head up and down to massage the tip against the back of her mouth.

“Gonna cum baby, ffuuuuucckk!” I groaned as my orgasm surged out of me and into her. I arched my back, shoving my hips against her face that I held in place with my grip on her hair. I felt her lips tighten on my prick as her throat worked to swallow spurt after spurt of my cum. When I was finished I gasped and fell back down, grunting in pain as the cabinet dug into my back and my knuckles banged on the floor as I released my grip on her.

She slowly pulled her lips off of my cock, her tongue working to catch every last drop of my jizz. She kissed the tip then gently pushed my still stiff prick back into my pants and pulled up the zipper with an affectionate pat. She looked up at me, running her tongue over her lips “So, is it fixed yet?”

“No, no it’s not fixed and it won’t be. First I need to teach a certain little brat a lesson about interrupting me when I’m working.” I snapped, struggling to pull myself out of the closet and reaching for her at the same time.

“Eeeek!’ she squealed, scrambling awkwardly to her feet on now stiff legs.

“Get back here!” I roared, lunging for her as she darted around the corner.

“I’m sorry, sorry. I promise I won’t do it again!” She shouted, looking back over her shoulder with wide eyes.

“That’s what you said last time, remember when I was changing the oil on your car!” I snarled, leaping over the back of the sofa and just barely missing landing on the coffee table.

“I just wanted to check your dipstick. Ouch!” She yelped as she stumbled trying to run up the stairs. I managed to grab a handful of her shirt and yanked her back, my other hand clamping tightly onto the back of her neck.

“C’mere you. Time for daddy to teach you a lesson.” I growled in her ear as I dragged her back to the sofa then pulled her down across my lap. She squirmed when I tugged down her leggings and underwear. I felt the power in her and knew that if she didn’t want me to do this she could easily get away. Instead she fluttered her hands above her ass, allowing me to grab them and tug them sharply up behind her back. She gasped but made no effort to break free.

“It is all that I can do to keep this place together, and it is hard enough without you trying to distract me every time I get in the middle of a job.” I said in a firm voice while I gently ran my hands over her now bare ass. It was like stroking a ripe watermelon, firm, round and smooth but it jiggled enticingly beneath my palm as she wiggled on my lap.

“I’m sorry, please, please don’t spank me.” She whimpered, looking back at me with big pathetic eyes.

“You brought this on yourself, now take your punishment.” I replied, then slapped one cheek hard with the palm of my hand.

“Oooowwww” she cried, then bit her lip to stifle the rest of her wails as I struck her again. After each blow I ran my hand in a large circle, savoring the feel of her flesh as much and the satisfying weight of her across my legs.

“Don’t”, smack “bother”, smack “me”, smack “when”, smack “I”, smack “am”, smack “working!” smack. “Understood?”

She looked up and over her shoulder at me, her brown eyes wide as she nodded. It wasn’t like the last time I disciplined her. Her look now was that adorable mischievous fake sincerity that let me know she had gotten exactly what she wanted. “I’m sorry.” She whimpered.

“I know you are baby.” I replied in an understanding tone as I slid my hand down between her legs and ran my finger along her pussy lips.

“Ooohhhhh” she gasped, as I expected she was already wet and she started to squirm again when I worked my hand up and down between her thick powerful thighs.

“I know you try to be a good girl, you really do. You just need to understand when daddy is busy you can’t just interrupt him like that.”

“I’m sorry daddy. You work so hard, I only wanted to thank you.” She said with a moan, then another when my finger slid in between her pussy lips and probed her love canal.

She writhed and whimpered, tugging lightly at my grip that held her wrists behind her back while squeezing my other hand with her thighs. My fingers dove in and out of her pussy, getting slick with her juices and the feel of her squirming on my lap accompanied by her moans of pleasure made my cock stiffen uncomfortably.

I pushed her off, tugging at my belt and pants while she shimmied out of her leggings. I grabbed her hips and turned her around so her back was facing me, spreading my legs and guiding her ass back toward my once again rigid cock. I pulled her down, then stopped her there as I slid the tip back and forth along her pussy lips to lube it up.

“Ooohhh, please don’t tease me.” She whimpered as her legs began to shake from holding herself in a semi-crouch.

I slapped her on her still red ass. “Wait for it. What is the point of all that CrossFit if you can’t hold a squat for a few seconds.” I replied, but then guided her down. She gasped when she felt the head of my cock penetrate her cunt lips and slide inside her.

“Nnnnggggghhhhhh” she groaned when she bottomed out, her ass pushing down on my hips as she struggled to get as much of me in her as she could. I arched my pelvis up, straining against the solid mass that was her full luscious body. She wiggled before lifting back up, my cock reaching places only she knew about. When my prick was just about free she squeezed it with her pussy, fuck it almost hurt, but then she relaxed and slid back down on my now well lubricated shaft.

She bounced up and down, careful not to go too far or too hard but the sofa still creaked under us. I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back while pushing forward between her shoulders. She arched with a gasp, struggling to keep my cock buried deep inside her. I tugged her back against me while I worked my hand around and slid it up under her shirt. I traced a line up over her stomach to her tits which were held in place by her sports bra.

‘Fuck, how could she breathe in this thing?’ I thought and gave up trying to worm my fingers under it, instead I grabbed a handful of massive double D boob and squeezed hard through the drum tight material. She moaned in response to my groping, grinding her hips on my cock as her fingers dug hard into my thighs.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck.” She gasped at the ceiling, her head arched back by my firm grip on her hair. Her breath came in quick rapid gasps as she bounced on my prick, her wet pussy sliding up and down. She reached back over her shoulder, twisting at the waist as she struggled to kiss me. I leaned over, loosening my grip on her hair as she pulled me to her and pressed her lips against mine hungrily. We held this as long as we could, joined at hip and mouth until gasping with exertion she released her grip on the back of my head.

“Oh god baby, oh god, I’m close. Oh fuck, oh fuck.” She whimpered, her hips bouncing on mine. I struggled to keep my cock inside her as she lifted herself up, she was totally focused on her pending orgasm and I did not want her coming back down after I had slipped out. She leaned forward, her hands bracing herself on my knees while she rocked her snatch around my cock. I felt her pussy start to clench and her nails dug painfully into my legs when the orgasm finally took her.

“Aaaaahhhhhh” she wailed, freezing in place as her whole body shuddered around my penetrating cock. I arched my hips, giving a tiny thrust against the mass of her weight and she gasped with surprise.

“Oooohhhhh, mmmmmmmm” she moaned, the last twitches of her orgasm sending bursts of pleasure through her body. She leaned back, collapsing against me while making sure my cock didn’t slide out of her still twitching pussy. I wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her neck as she squirmed like a contented kitten in my lap. After a few moments she pushed herself off and I hid a gasp of relief, she was a big woman and I was having trouble breathing while she took her time recovering.

“I need a shower.” She said breathlessly, bending down to pick up her leggings.

“I’ll join you.” I replied, but she pushed me back down on the sofa.

“No, you need to finish fixing that garbage disposal mister.” She said and with surprising dexterity skipped away from my swat, laughing as she ran up the stairs. About 30 minutes later I was gathering up my tools when she came back in the kitchen. She was as relaxed as she could ever be, hair and makeup done to a minimally acceptable level, wearing a fresh set of leggings and a loose t-shirt.

“To think of how much money I have wasted on repairmen when all I had to do was give them a blowjob.” She said in a disappointed tone as she tested the disposal.

“You watch too many pornos.” I replied. “Besides, some of those ‘repairmen’ are women now.”

“Eh, not a problem.” She said with a wink before turning to the fridge to start dinner.

I sat on the sofa, sipping my drink as I watched the movie. The house was quiet, and I had to admit lonely. Catherine was away on a weekend business exposition/trade show/seminar, whatever they were called. Boss level stuff that dumb little worker bees like me didn’t care about, until they came back full of ideas about how to achieve ‘the next level’ that meant a lot more work for us dumb little worker bees. She was always nervous about leaving, feeling bad for putting her work before me. I didn’t mind and told her so, because she was always very apologetic when she came back. I was surprised when there was a knock at the door and more surprised when I opened it to find Katie standing there.

“Hey Tim, is mom home?” she asked, her voice was tense, nervous and she was fidgeting as she stood there on the front step.

“Sorry, she’s out of town for the weekend. Is everything alright?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, it’s fine.” She stammered, glancing around. “I’ll call her.”

I looked her over, this wasn’t normal behaviour for her. She was dressed well, sort of understated sexy. She had on a skirt and sleeveless blouse with tights and a pair of high heeled ankle boots. Her hair was loose but pinned back away from her face and her makeup was overdone for what she usually wore. That’s when I noticed the red mark on her cheek. I looked again and saw that while the top two buttons of her blouse were undone, the second one had been torn off with the loose threads dangling into her cleavage.

“Kate, are you alright?” I asked quietly. “What happened?”

She started to sob and I gently pulled her into the house, guiding her to the sofa and settling her down. I sat beside her, my arm over her shoulder reassuringly as she leaned into me and cried. After a few minutes she collected herself, sniffling and wiping tears from her cheek. I offered her a tissue and she dabbed her eyes, then blew her nose in that delicate and completely useless way women do.

“Kate, what happened?”

She snuffled, looking down at the table as she wrung the sodden tissue in her hands. “I, we were on a date. This guy, I met him at a party. It was our third date and I liked him, I really liked him.” She looked up at me, eyes red and rimmed with tears.

“The third date, you know, when you either put out or bail. I wanted to, I really did, but then things got, well it just felt off. He seemed different than the other dates, kind of pushy but maybe it was just third date nerves. He paid for dinner, he insisted, then we went back to my place. He said he wanted me to feel safe.”

I nodded, not wanting to interrupt her.

“We were on the couch, making out. My housemate Brittany is gone for the weekend, and things were going great but then, then...” She took a shuddering breath. “I, it felt wrong. I just didn’t want to, not tonight. I told him and he got, he got angry. He yelled at me, told me that if I didn’t want to sleep with him why did I agree to the third date? Why did I dress like this and let him pay for everything?”

She looked away, ashamed. “He was mad, grabbed my shirt and when I pushed him away it tore. Then he got up and shouted at me. Said that if I wanted someone to fuck around with to find another guy. That if this wasn’t going anywhere, I should have told him. He headed for the door and I grabbed his arm, I didn’t want him to leave, not like this. That’s when he hit me.”

She started to sob again and I patted her hand while offering another tissue.

“He called me a tease, said he wouldn’t let me play him anymore. He told me that I had assaulted him when I grabbed him and tried to keep him from leaving, and if he had done that to me I would be calling the cops on him. He told me he didn’t want to hear from me anymore and left.”

She looked at me with tear-streaked eyes. “He’s right. I asked for the third date, I was ready to sleep with him, I wanted to. I flirted with him all through dinner, we went for a walk and kissed in a park. I asked him where he wanted to go and he suggested my place. I wore this outfit, these fucking heels, I pulled him down on the sofa. This was all my fault.”

“Kate, no, no it wasn’t...” I tried to say but she continued, not ready to listen yet.

“I wanted to, I did. I really liked him, he’s smart, funny, he’s taking his master’s degree. I just, it just felt wrong when we got to my place. I don’t know what it was but I didn’t want our first time to be like that.” She sobbed. “He’s right, I’m a fucking cocktease!”

“No!” I snapped and she flinched. I needed to break this cycle of self abuse, I had seen it too often from her mother and knew where it was going to go. “You can say no, any time. Third date or thirtieth anniversary you can say no. Yes he can get upset but he can’t force you and he can’t hit you.”

“I grabbed him, tried to keep him from leaving. He’s right, I attacked him.”

“And he could have pulled away, pushed you back, he didn’t have to hit you. It’s not proportional, he wasn’t defending himself, he was angry and hit you.” I replied. I had no idea if I was right, we can let the court’s deal with the legal semantics if necessary, but she can’t begin to think it’s alright to let someone hit her.

“He always paid, even when I offered. He was so, so, nice. He listened, cared about what I thought, he asked me where I wanted to go tonight, it was my idea.” She blubbered.

“It doesn’t matter.” I replied, pulling her close. “He may be a nice guy but you can still say no whenever you want. You don’t owe him anything more than an explanation, and it sounds like he didn’t want to hear it anyway. You did the right thing.”

She looked up at me, her shining brown eyes rimmed with red as she swiped at her nose with the tissue. She smiled weakly. “Thanks Tim. Thanks for being here for me, and mom. You are one of the good ones.”

I hugged her again then pushed away. “You deserve better than him, better than me, remember that.”

She nodded, hand twisting the tissue again. “Maybe, but I don’t think there are better than you.” She said softly.

I patted her shoulder then got up and headed over to the bar. “Drink?” I asked.

“Burbon, please.” She replied and I cocked an eyebrow, she was a cooler/white wine girl. “I think I need it.”

I poured two drinks and handed her one, taking the other and sitting down in a chair. She raised the glass in toast the shot it back just like in the movies. Unlike the movies she immediately began to cough. “Oh god, how can you stand this.” She stammered, then coughed again. “It burns, oh god it won’t stop burning!” she choked out, pounding on her chest as the bourbon did its work.