Here is the long awaited story of Mrs. Forman and young Steven Hyde. I'm sorry if it took so long, but I needed time to research the characters before I began. After watching 4 or 5 episodes and reading a Wikipedia bio, I decided Kitty was 40 and Hyde 19 in around 1976. My story opens before Hyde moves into the Forman house, but continues once he's settled into the basement. Let's hope you like it.
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Mrs. Forman's hair was soaking wet as she answered the door in her floor length robe. She'd just come from the shower. He could see that. She wasn't wearing anything under her robe. He could see that too. Her poking nipples and no panty line told him so. This excited Steven Hyde.
It shouldn't have, but it did. She was his best friend's mother, and a nice guy's not supposed to think of his friend's Mom in a sexual way. Yet, there he was getting all charged up over the woman who always treated him like a son. Eric's Mom. Mrs. Red Forman. Forty-year old Kitty Forman.
Even though she was his adopted Mom, this wasn't the first time she'd gotten Hyde big and stiff. It happened when she was teaching him to disco dance. On that day, everything the teasing lady said and did excited him enough to make Hyde want to fuck Mrs. Forman right on the spot.
He still remembers her talking in her real cutesy way. "Ha. Ha. Now you follow me. Okay. You can do this! Okay? Left, right, left! Turn and step. HaHa. Ohh. Okay. Ohh, look at me. Not at your feet. HaHa!" she said and he looked at her mouth, wondering what it would be like to slip his big cock right between her ruby red lips.
"Urr, okay!" Hyde stammered that day as the cutesy Mrs. Forman continued with her dancing lessons.
"You know what? Now put your arm around me. Yeah. A little bit lower. Put your hand in the small of my back. You feel how you can guide me?"
"Oh yeah!" he said that day, clearly remembering what he was feeling for the older, but sexy teasing Mom. It was only the small of her back, but to Hyde, his hand was ever so close to her real soft ass, and that's where he really wanted to place his fingers. In any event, he was guiding her like she said, and she liked that.
"Okay, Steven. You're leading! Oh, HaHaHaHa! Okay. Tell me where to move with your hands. Left, right, left! Turn. Ur-huh! Okay. Eye contact in the turn, Okay and dip! Oh, HaHaHaHa!"
That was then, but this was now. Kitty let him in with a smile, then led Hyde into the living room. He was intruding, but she'd never tell him he was. This sweetheart of a woman would never hurt anyone's feelings by telling them to leave because she wasn't dressed for company. She'd just be her real nice self and entertain her guest as best as she could, fully dressed or otherwise.
"Have a seat!" she said, then offered the boy a drink. Hyde didn't want a drink. He wanted Mrs. Forman. He wanted Kitty the same way he wanted her the last time they were alone together. She didn't know this, so she made him a drink anyway. That's the way she was. It was a tall lemonade with all kinds of ice to cool him off on the hot summer day.
Hyde didn't want to be cooled off, but he drank the lemonade simply because sweet Kitty made it for him. He needed to remain in the heated state caused by her alone. He didn't want to drink the entire glass of ice cold lemonade in one big gulp, but he did so anyway. He wanted that out of the way so he could pursue what he really wanted, and that was a big mistake.
He felt a sharp pain at the bridge of his nose, similar to the pain you get when you eat ice cream too fast. In this case, it wasn't ice cream causing him pain, but the ice cold drink. In agony, Hyde grasped his head, leaned back and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the intense pain in his head was gone, leaving as quickly as it came.
What remained at this point was Not a sharp pain in his nose, but extreme lustful feelings in his heart for the woman with wet hair and a floor length robe over her very naked body.
Kitty hadn't dried her hair, nor did she go upstairs to change out of her robe and into clothes more suitable for entertaining guests. Instead of doing what the former Kitty would have done, This Kitty moved to where Hyde was sitting and stood right in front of him.
"I'm really glad you're here, Steven!" she said with her lips pouted and a strange look in her fluttering eyes. It was the kind of look not normally given by a married woman to another man, and it especially wasn't the kind of look a woman normally gives to her son's best friend.
After all, this was Mrs. Kitty Forman, the personification of wholesomeness, the proverbial good girl, the kind of woman every guy wants for an older sister or even their mother. Why would someone so Heavenly give this young man such a lusty look? And why in Heaven's name would this sweet angel of a woman do what Mrs. Red Forman, did next? No! Not Kitty!
The belt to her robe opened and it fell to the side. Kitty then grasped the robe itself, and with that same lusty look penetrating his eyes, opened it all the way.
To say this startled young Hyde would be a gross understatement. To say it didn't arouse him would be a total lie. The bare breasts and uncovered pussy of any woman is enough to arouse any man. When the uncovered breasts and pussy belong to a woman who shouldn't be showing any man her breasts and pussy, the sexual high can't be told in mere words.
Too stunned to speak, Hyde sat up on the edge of the couch, never taking my eyes off of what his friend's Mom was showing off so willingly. As for Kitty, she said nothing either. She remained silent with her mouth, but spoke volumes with her lust filled eyes. They said she was showing herself off to him for just one reason. When she lowered the robe off her shoulders and it fell to the floor, it left no doubt what that reason could be.
Given who she was, Hyde should have gotten up and left without saying or doing anything. But, he didn't get up and leave, nor did he say a word. It was not a time for words, nor was it time for moral behavior. Regardless of who she was, the naked Mrs. Forman had made it abundantly clear what she wanted from her son's friend. Only a fool would decline such a tempting offer.
Hyde reached for and grasped Kitty's soft meaty hips, pulling her bare body to his face. Her eager hands came to rest on his shoulders as he stared at a delicious cunt inches from his mouth. The pubic hair around her juicy pink lips was the same color as the honey blonde hair on her head.
He stared at it for a second or two, taking in the musky fragrance of Kitty's ever so close cunt lips. They looked so tempting he couldn't wait another second. His hands moved right to her soft ass and he squeezed her cheeks while touching her cunt lips with his tongue.
When he did, her petite body tensed, her small hands gripped his broad shoulders and Eric's mother spoke for the first time in a long while. "Ohh, Steven honey! I've wanted this so much! Oh, Steven! Ohhh! You can't believe how long I've wanted you doing this with me."
She was right. He couldn't believe what she said, nevertheless, it didn't stop him from wanting it too. My God! What guy wouldn't want his mouth between the legs of Snow White, Mary Poppins and Cinderella all rolled up into the pussy of one very delectable lady? For sure, Hyde wanted it. That's why he licked and he sucked, even fingered the suddenly available pussy of everyone's fairy tale lady.
Just like that, he was no longer sitting on the couch and she was no longer just standing there. She was moving her highly aroused body back and forth to the mouth of an out of control man kneeling on the floor right in front of her.
He was licking; he was sucking, and he was fingering her with a passion bordering on madness. Kitty got so aroused by this, she threw one of her short legs over his shoulder and became as crazy as the man arousing her. Gripping his head tightly, she ground her pussy wildly to his face.
As she did, her fingernails dug into his scalp, giving him severe pain while he gave her extreme pleasure. Hyde didn't mind the hurt. The pleasure he was deriving from eating Kitty's pussy far outweighed any displeasure she was giving him. He'd make that trade anytime for what this unexpected pleasure was leading to. That happened just moments later in a way he never expected from Eric's Mom.
"Stop eating me, Steven! I'm ready!" she cried out after pushing his face from her on-fire cunt. "I need you inside me now, baby! Give me your cock, honey! Fuck me, Steven baby! Please fuck me like you never fucked anyone!"
It was so uncharacteristic of Kitty to speak that way, but at that point, who cared if she talked dirty? No, we take that back! Hyde definitely cared that Kitty spoke with words he never heard her say. The fact is, he loved hearing the nice Mom talk dirty. It was a brand new high for him that could only get better, and it would start soon after she laid her hot body down on the carpeted floor. As he knelt between her opened legs, he gazed down at a pussy more than ready for his bulging cock.
The warmth of her smooth inner thighs caressed his body as he leaned onto her, letting his cock nudge her wet eager cunt lips. They closed around him and pulled Hyde down, causing his shaft to enter her surely and swiftly. Once it was inside Kitty's moist and willing pussy, her short, but strong legs tightened around his back and they began to move swiftly and surely. Right or wrong, a young man started doing the most unthinkable of acts. He started fucking his best friend's mother.
While he held her arms behind her head, her lower body moved to the force of his big driving cock. With her eyes closed and her lips pouted, her head thrashed from side to side. This told him she loved and wanted what they were doing. The good girl Mom loved being a bad girl whore. But, would she talk like one too?
"Talk for me, baby! Tell me you love it!"
"I do, Steven! I do! I love it!"
"Love what, baby? Tell me what you love!"
"We're fucking! I love fucking!" she said while putting her stomach muscles to good use, propelling her lower body at a rapid pace to his thrusting cock. She was on fire and very close to exploding as he pushed the envelope.
"Say it baby! Keep saying it!"
"Oh, Steven! I will! I will! Just keep on fuckin me! Fuck me! Keep fucking me!" Then it happened. "I'm cumming, Steven! Fuck me! Fuck me! Keep fucking me!"
Kitty stopped talking because Kitty couldn't talk. She was grunting and groaning while her body trembled and jerked uncontrollably. The goody-goody girl had come with the cock of her son's friend buried deep inside her pious pussy.
His own ejaculation far exceeded the thousands that preceded it. Hyde's cock, in a place it never expected to be, wouldn't stop firing. It sent load upon load of his sperm into the saintly woman's quivering pussy. Why it did that can be easily explained. It was who she was, how she talked for him, and what she'd just done for him. For a nineteen year old man, cumming many times isn't at all difficult when you consider the inspiration.
Spent like never before, Hyde lay still on top of Kitty, his cock lying dormant inside her saturated pussy. She immediately lifted her arms to hold him tight. Her soft smooth legs fell off his body and she lay as quietly as him. Several minutes passed before she spoke.
"Gosh! I was a bad little girl, wasn't I?"
He lifted his head and looked at her eyes. The good girl hadn't returned just yet. Her lusty eyes showed she wasn't finished being bad. Naturally, Hyde pursued it.
"No, sweetheart! You were what you wanted, a good girl being bad just once."
