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Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 21b (M/F) (295 lines)
January 20, 1998

This is about the 29th section.  Although this is substantially more tame than
many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply.  There are two pieces
to Chapter 21; this is the second.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book III

Chapter 21b

That afternoon she met Ken's mother, Betty, at the airport.  On the way back
to the apartment they just exchanged pleasantries.  Kathy got her settled in
the guest bedroom and explained how all the equipment worked.  She was not
looking forward to their forthcoming week together.  After her conversation
with Ken she concluded that if anything could help it would have to be shock
therapy.  Betty seated herself in a chair opposite Kathy in the living room
and Kathy studied the older woman thoughtfully.  'Here goes nothing!' she
thought.  "Are you sure you want to save your marriage, Mrs. Stark?" Kathy
began.  The woman recoiled in her chair as is she had literally been slapped
across the face.  'Emotionally, she has been,' the girl thought.

"What do you mean!?  Why the nerve...  Why I've never been so insulted..."

Kathy harshly interrupted, "I'm sorry if I misjudged you, but I don't believe
I did.  If there's not a major problem with your marriage, why are you
visiting Ken's mistress while he's at sea?  Why is your visit such a secret?
Tell me, Mrs. Stark!  Why are you here?"

The older woman sagged back into her chair and began to cry.  The weeping was
so heartfelt, Kathy's heart was wrenched just watching her.  It increased in
intensity until it became near-hysteria.  Still Kathy sat erect in her chair
with her face impassive.  After minutes -- Kathy did not even want to move to
glance at her watch -- the woman slowly regained control.  Still Kathy did
nothing.  Finally Betty looked up, her face a tear-ravaged wreck, obviously
looking for tissues to try to repair some of the damage.  Still Kathy remained
seated.  "The least you could do, young lady, is to have the human decency to
get me a Kleenex!" Mrs. Stark cried.

"Kleenex are on the counter in the kitchen.  You may as well start getting
things like tissues for yourself, because if you can't change, there will
never again be anyone else to do it for you."

Betty Stark returned with the box of tissues and looked at Kathy, puzzled.
"What did you mean by that last comment?" she asked with a note of alarm in
her voice.

"Mrs. Stark, you're surely familiar with Dickens' "Christmas Carol"?  Do you
remember the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come showing Scrooge what his future
would be like?  I just showed you what your future will be like if you don't
change -- beginning right now!"  Changing the subject radically, Kathy asked,
"When did your husband last make love to you?"

Betty tried to remember.  "Well, it was... It was..."

"Never mind, you answered my question.  Here's another.  Have *you* ever
initiated lovemaking with your husband?  Ever?  In your entire life together?"

The woman was indignant.  "Young lady, who do you think I am?  I'm not one of
those cheap little..."

"...girls who are making love to your husband?" Kathy finished for her.  "No,
I guess you're not!  Do you know what my answer would be with your son?"
Betty looked up, interested, as Kathy continued, "It's an easy question to
answer.  It was this morning before he sailed.  He teased me later because my
sexual attack delayed his packing.  Moreover, as a result I'm afraid, Mrs.
Stark, that my love juices and Ken's are all over what were his nice clean
clothes.  You see, they were lying on the bed when I attacked him, and they
were under us when he entered me.  You can see why it's an easy question for
me to answer.  A much harder one would be how many times we came to orgasm in
the twenty-four hours before he sailed.  My number is something greater than
fifty.  Of course, Ken's is a much smaller number, being a man -- probably not
more than fifteen or so."  Kathy forced her face to remain impassive as she
watched Betty's face register a kaleidoscopic series of emotions including
shock, horror and fascination.

"But Kathy, when I met you at the Club you seemed like such a nice girl.
That's why I came to see you.  I thought you would... would..."

"...be sympathetic?  Pat you on the head and tell you it will be all right?
Tell you there's nothing at all for you to worry about?  That the younger,
much more attractive woman your husband is sleeping with is not a threat to
your marriage?  I could say those things, I suppose.  It would be quite easy,
really.  Of course, they would be total lies, every one!  I know it, and you
suspect it.  In fact, Betty, let's be honest:  It's a lot more than a
suspicion, isn't it?"  With the fear showing in her eyes, the woman slowly
nodded.  "Would I be any kind of friend if I tried to convince you to believe
those lies?"  Betty shook her head.  "I don't think so either, so I won't.

"Now I want an answer to my first question.  But before you do, has Admiral
Stark asked you for a divorce, yet?"  Betty's response was a look of utter
horror.  Kathy had succinctly put into words her worst fear.  Then she began
to cry again.  This time, because of her earlier tears, her crying was dry,
wracking and hopeless.  'Things are looking up,' Kathy thought.  "You answered
my second question, Betty.  Let's get back to the first.  Do you want to save
your marriage?"  The older woman nodded her head slowly then more vigorously.
"Okay!" Kathy exclaimed.  "Now, are you sure you want my help?"

Betty looked at her, utterly bewildered.  She replied, "Of course, Kathy.  But
you knew that when I walked in, didn't you?  I really don't understand your
question."

Kathy smiled at the woman for the first time.  It was a very warm smile.
"Betty, the question isn't as strange as it may sound.  Now, I'm going to ask
you a set of questions.  I guess you know by now that I deliberately set out
to shock you with some of the questions I asked.  But, Betty, my answers were
not exaggerated.  I am so shameless that I am not embarrassed to say I feel a
sense of loss -- of incompleteness -- whenever Ken is not inside me.

"But back to my questions.  I am going to ask for your reactions and then I
will give you mine.  I'm afraid that some of them may require you to go back
in time a bit, but that's okay.  If the situation I describe never happened,
answer it in terms of what you think your reaction would be.  I promise you my
answers will be limited to what I did with your son in this apartment within
the past seven days -- no longer.  My reactions are real.  Understand?"  Betty
nodded.  "Your husband grabs your ass?"

"Why... Why I slapped him.  Hard!"

Kathy nodded.  "I melt.  Then I try to guess whether he wants my cheeks
relaxed or firm, and make them that way.  We play a lot of games.  Sometimes
he gives my ass a smack if I guess wrong.  I was wearing jeans one time, and I
pulled them down so there was no cloth to protect my ass."  She asked her next
question: "He gropes for your tit when you're not in the bedroom or
undressed?"

"I tell him...  I give up, Kathy.  And I understand.  There's really no need
to go on: I get the message.  With Ken you are loving and uninhibited."  Betty
started to smile warmly.  "Whatever my son wants to do -- whether with you or
to you -- you do it because you love him.  Right?"  Now it was Kathy's turn to
nod.  "You're constantly creating new love games to play, aren't you?  I think
I heard something about a golf match you played and won.  What was the bet?"

Kathy blushed and replied, "Ken was my slave for the rest of the day.  I
made... He came all over my body."

"How did it feel?" Betty asked curiously.  "Did it feel good?"

"It was warm and a little sticky...  Nice," she answered.  "I think you're
getting the idea.  Betty, my sense is that you and the Admiral have been
drifting apart for years.  Now I'm going to set a scene.  Don't take it too
literally, but tell me if it's at least directionally accurate: You spend your
time with the garden club, the Junior League, a bridge group, a senior
officers' wives group, if there is such a thing.  You are home for dinner, you
appear at functions as required, but you live your own life.  You don't feel
any particular desire for sex, let alone any need for it.  Sex is really a
sort of dirty little thing that wives have to do once in a while as a favor to
their husbands.  When you do have sex, your hair is up in rollers or curlers.
You may even have on some face cream.  You're wearing a ratty old nightgown,
which, as a great concession, you may lift up towards your waist.  On the
other hand, it's probably dark in the room, so your husband doesn't see..."
She saw Betty with her head down and her shoulders shaking.  'Uh, oh!' Kathy
thought, 'I think I may have overdone it -- this poor woman is going to have a
total collapse if she starts crying again...'  At that moment Betty lifted her
head and Kathy could see her laughing.  And it was real laughter, not
hysteria.  She watched in amazement as the woman could no longer control
herself and literally rolled off her chair onto the floor and was doubled up,
still laughing.  'Well, I guess she is Ken's mother.  He has a hell of a sense
of humor, too,' Kathy thought.

Slowly, Betty regained control and her laughter died out to giggles.  Instead
of getting up from the floor, though, she just rolled on her back with her
arms and legs outstretched.  Finally, she sat up on the floor and shook her
head saying, "I'm sorry, Kathy, but you're too much.  'Directionally
accurate,' my ass!  You must have been following me around with a video
camera."  Slowly she got to her feet.  Although she looked a wreck, she
appeared happy for the first time since she arrived.  'My God,' thought Kathy.
'With the worry lines starting to fade, this is a lovely woman!'  "Kathy, now
it's my turn to shock you.  Can an old bag get a drink in this dump?"

Minutes later they were sitting in the library on Kathy's favorite couch
sipping very dry martinis.  Betty continued, "Kathy, I said you followed me
with a video camera."  She shook her head and added, "But I hate to think how
far back you would have had to have gone to get the bedroom scene.  Video
cameras probably hadn't even been invented yet.  I'm not even sure Sam's been
in me since you met Ken.  In that period, how many times has Ken been in you?"

Rolling her eyes, Kathy just shook her head.  "Betty, I can't even tell you
the number of times we've made love on this couch or on the floor right here.
I do know I'm a little embarrassed to have my lover's mother sitting in our
cum.  And you probably are!"

Betty just smiled fondly as her eyes took on a faraway look.  She said,
"Kathy, could I tell you about a young girl I used to know?  She was younger
than you are, and not nearly as beautiful, but she was pretty enough.  She did
have good tits, good legs and a neat little ass.  She was madly in love with a
handsome Naval Academy midshipman.  He stood tall and straight.  Although she
was the envy of all her friends, she was very young and very innocent.  All
she could see was herself in her bridal gown walking beneath an arch of
swords, following his graduation.  This came to pass and she took that walk
under the swords.

"That night, she received a shock.  There was something that happened when she
took off her white gown.  Her midshipman, now an ensign, had something big and
long and straight growing between his legs.  He wanted to put this thing
between her legs.  This wasn't a sword arch, and it hurt.  Particularly the
first time.  Once he took her small ass in his large hands.  He said it was
just the right size -- a good handful.  She was shocked, and correctly slapped
his face.  After all, she was a good girl, and that was the right thing to do,
because when he squeezed her ass it made her feel all warm and wet between her
legs and we both know that's sinful, don't we?  Once he wanted to make love to
her in the morning with the sunlight streaming in the bedroom.  She felt all
warm and languid and refreshed from her sleep.  Then, when she felt warm and
wet between her thighs, she was shocked, so she pulled the covers up under her
chin and said he was evil.  It must have been the evil that made her crotch so
wet.

"One evening she was in the kitchen preparing a gourmet meal -- probably tuna
casserole.  He sneaked in and put his hand on her breast!  A bare breast, mind
you.  He had slipped it under her bra!  She did what every good girl would do,
of course.  She slapped his face.  Hard!  This almost made up for the fact
that her knees had almost buckled and she really wanted to spread her legs for
him right on the kitchen floor... and it wasn't even carpeted!

"Soon, a strange thing happened.  Her period stopped.  Her breasts started to
swell.  A couple of months later, her abdomen started to swell.  Fortunately,
she had heard enough at the Officers' Wives Club meetings to guess what was
going on.  She went to the base hospital.  Some months later this young girl
-- still not twenty years old -- gave birth to a baby boy.  The girl was
immediately wrapped up with the baby.  Her breasts that the young officer
liked so much were needed to suckle the baby.  She was shocked at some of the
things he said to her.  Clearly, he was perverted.  One day he took one of her
breasts swollen with milk and very gently shook it.  He had the nerve to call
it a milkshake.  He even wanted to try a sip.  She concentrated on the baby
and ignored him.

"Years passed.  She became wrapped up in her do-good activities.  She couldn't
even get to his ship to meet him after he had been at sea for four months.
There was a vital meeting of Navy Relief or something, and she was on the
board of directors.  The tall young officer remained attractive to women.
They made themselves available, but she didn't mind.  Everyone knew that's
what these cheap little things were for, after all.  They did things that no
decent woman would consider.  She just got older.  Her husband didn't.
Meanwhile, her baby had grown up and the girl was now a woman.  She thought
her boy was even less experienced with women than she had been with men, and
that is clearly hard to imagine.  Then he married a woman who his mother
detested.  The mother did not realize at the time what good judgment she had.
A short time later the son called to tell her that he had been financially
destroyed by his divorce.  Less than one week later, the mother meets her son
with an angel.  The angel makes the son with two left feet look like a dancer.
She realized that maybe -- just maybe -- there was help available.  Clearly,
this angel can perform miracles.  The woman hopes she can perform just one
more.

"Kathy, there is one ray of hope.  Now I see that my instincts were right.  My
beliefs -- wherever the hell they came from -- were wrong.  God, I only wish!
It must be thirty years, Kathy, but I can still feel Sam's big hand on my firm
ass.  God, I wish I had done what you do.  I hear that you are a very smart
girl.  I think you prove it with Ken.  Kathy, I can't imagine him being
happier.  Of course, it's not nice for a mother to say to his son's girl --
I'm sorry.  You call yourself his mistress, don't you?  -- the only
shortcoming I see is in your judgment.  I really can't see what you see in
that big lug!"

Kathy grinned and replied, "It's easy, Betty.  He may be a big lug, but he's
my big lug.  And besides, he's great in bed!"

"Kathy, can you help me try to hold on to Sam?  I *do* love him desperately!
Help me, Kathy.  Please!?"

"Kathy smiled again and replied, "Let's have dinner and give it hell in the
morning."

* * *

Kathy had just returned to her apartment after taking Betty to the airport.
Although it had only been a week, she already looked ten years younger.  At
the boarding gate Betty had winked at Kathy and said, "Please wish me luck!"
Kathy did, and Betty headed for the commuter plane holding one hand up with
her fingers crossed.  Kathy did wish her luck.  She hoped things would work
out for her lover's mother.

While sitting on the couch, the phone rang.  It was Sandra Castle, the wife of
Ken's executive officer, and she wanted to come over to see her.  Kathy had
been dreaming about cooking her body in the sauna and the last person in the
world she wanted to see was Sandra Castle.  That being so, she said, "Great!
Why don't you come right over."  Hanging up the phone, Kathy split her time
between kicking herself for saying yes and wondering what the bitch could
possibly want to talk about.  All she knew about the girl was that she was a
CPA.  As far as Kathy was concerned, that was enough.

Sandra Castle was a tall girl, about Kathy's size.  When she arrived, Kathy
led her into the library -- and hated her.  She seemed to be using her CPA
brain to price every item of furnishings in Kathy's apartment.  Kathy amused
herself thinking of the girl coming up with a very large number.  When drinks
were offered, Sandra asked for white wine.  'Oh shit!' Kathy thought.  'Just
what I don't need -- the white wine and Brie bit.'  She opened and poured a
chilled vintage Villages Chablis.  She enjoyed seeing the other girl's eyes
widen as she realized what was being poured.  'Eat your heart out, bitch!'
Kathy thought venomously.  After making herself a martini on the rocks, Kathy
sat down.  "Wel come!  What brings you here?"

Just asking the question seemed to release the girl like releasing a tightly-
coiled spring.  Sandra Castle proceeded to unload about the unfairness of
life, the unfairness of the Navy, her uncaring husband, the meanness of Ken --
which caused Kathy's back to stiffen -- and back to the unfairness of life.
Kathy listened patiently without saying a word.  Finally, the girl, who was
about Kathy's age, ran down.

"Okay, Sandra...  Do you really use Sandra? -- not Sandy?"

"I've always thought Sandy sounded so common!"

"In that case, Sandra, you've come to the wrong place," Kathy said.  Sandra
looked puzzled, and professed not to understand.  "Sandy -- I'm sorry, I can't
handle Sandra anymore -- do you know who I am?"

"Of course!  That's why I came here.  You're Katherine Smith, formerly
Assistant District Attorney of Norfolk County.  You graduated from Yale, Phi
Beta Kappa and summa cum laude, you..."

"Sandy!" Kathy interrupted, "I'm proud to say I'm Ken Stark's mistress!  I
keep him warm at night between my thighs.  There is no service I will not
perform for Ken Stark.  None!  Fuck the diploma!  It doesn't take me to orgasm
to the point of passing out every night.  Do you know my failing, Sandy?  I
can't keep from passing out because my orgasm is so intense.  If Ken came
through that door right now, in the next second I would be on my back with my
legs spread wide to welcome him into me!  It might take two or three seconds
before my juices were running, but it could take that long to strip his
clothes off.  I'll tell you now, his sex is huge.  It would take a few
minutes, but then I would be passed out on the floor after more orgasms than I
could count.  My cunt -- yes, Sandy, my cunt!  -- would be flowing rivers all
over the carpet you've been pricing in your mind.  You know what?  It's easy
as hell to replace the carpet.  There's no way in hell I could replace Ken!
If anything happens to him, I will die.  I don't mean figuratively.  I mean
literally, as in dead and buried.  I really love him that much.  It's very
simple.  I'm his mistress and that's all that counts.  Now get out!  Please!"

Then Sandra shocked Kathy by starting to cry.  She kept on as if her heart
were breaking.  Kathy did nothing as the girl's body racked with sobs, but
this time, Kathy went to the kitchen and retrieved the Kleenex.  She waited
for the girl to calm down and finally she did.  Then Kathy handed her a tissue
as she slowly regained control and sat up in her chair.  "I'm sorry, Kathy.
You won't believe this, but I feel the same way about Jack.  It's just
that..."

"Just what?" Kathy asked.

"Well, women aren't supposed to be that way anymore.  This is the 1980's: We
have important careers.  Surely you understand, Kathy!  You're considered the
top criminal lawyer in the state of either sex.  I'm struggling, but I'm about
be become a partner in the Firm, and..."

"Look," Kathy said, "I'm tired.  I've had a rough week.  Ken and Jack will be
back with the Evans in just seven days.  I've promised myself that I am going
to be in the best shape I can be when he returns.  I owe it to Ken to be at my
best when he comes home.  But what the hell!  If you're willing, let me try a
little test.  I'll ask a question.  You answer and then I'll answer.  I
promise you, I will restrict my answer to things that happened with seven days
prior to the Evans sailing.  Okay?  Do you want to play?"  Sandy nodded and
Kathy said, "First question: Jack comes up behind you and squeezes your ass.
What do you do?"

* * *

The homecoming was joyous.  In no time they were out of their clothes with
Kathy on her knees before him.  She was weighing his scrotum filled with his
sexual juices in her hands.  When she made little unhappy noises, Ken asked
what was wrong.  She looked up at him with a loving smile and said, "We're
going to have to work very hard to empty this all into me.  Let's get
started!"

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