Yet another story idea given to me from LiveJournal and edited by Blackwing.
*****
'My darling boy,' Martha sat on the edge of the bed Rick shared with his wife, her adult son snoring gently. The effects of his food poisoning had left him bedridden, his body weak and requiring constant bed rest. Martha's fingers threaded between Rick's as she leaned over and kissed his forehead.
Rick was recovering slowly, the IV line in his arm replacing what he'd lost, his weight having dropped dramatically during the week-long illness.
A thud from the en-suite took the matriarch's attention away from her son. Squeezing his hand she stood and approached the bathroom, the sound of annoyed muttering reaching her ears. Stepping into the doorway, Martha stood motionless at the sight before her, her mouth open to speak but her words forgotten.
Before her stood Kate Castle, the woman leaning against the edge of the large built in tub, naked as the day she was born. Kate's face was scrunched closed, her mouth moving rapidly as she muttered. One hand braced her against the tiles, while the other lay on her extended stomach as she hammered her fingers into her pussy.
'Fucking fucking...' Kate growled, 'Stupid motherfucking cook. Moronic little cocksucker. Fuck you for fucking almost fucking killing my fucking husband with food poisoning just as I fucking hit the fucking horny phase! Chicken or fish? Fuck you Rick for having the fish!'
Martha gulped, Kate's frustrations pouring from her voice, the woman dropping her head and shifting her feet as she started humping into her hand. The sight of Kate's naked body taking her back to a time when she was more liberal than she was today. A time on the road with the same men and women for months on end, nights in strange hotels with tired, homesick friends.
Martha had told her son many tales from her time on the road with her various traveling productions. But for every story she'd told him, there was another she'd never tell. Stories that she'd kept to herself, memories of nights that almost felt like dreams decades later.
'FUCK!' Kate screamed, her hand falling from her crotch and her foot striking out at the laundry basket beside her, 'Fuck!'
'Darling?' Martha found herself speaking, her mouth moving before her brain had decided to reveal her position. The scream that left Kate, freaked Martha out, the younger brunette flailing before grabbing her towel and holding it to her growing body.
'Shit, Martha?' Kate's face flushed in humiliation, 'How... How long we're you...'
'Long enough to know that if the cook were to die tonight,' Martha approached Kate, her flowing brightly colored dress a contrast against the white tiles, 'I would have to make sure you had a good alibi and that we'll not be having fish for dinner for a very long time.'
'Oh god,' Kate's face fell and her eyes filled with tears.
'Don't cry Kate,' Martha reached out and pulled Kate against her, the older woman's hands pressing against Kate's naked back, 'I remember how bad it was when I was pregnant with Richard. A single, pregnant woman was not an acceptable thing to be back then. Throw in all the hormones that are coursing through your body and you can understand how bad it was for me to be stuck in a remote Midwest town.'
'I almost clocked Javi today,' Kate gripped Martha's back, the towel covering her only held up by the press of their bodies, 'I can't... Not on my own.'
'Even when you're using big boy?' Kate's embarrassment flared further at the mention of her favorite toy, 'Yes, I know about big boy.'
'Nothing works,' Kate slumped, her posture and voice defeated, 'I can't make myself cum and I feel like I'm going to explode before Rick recovers. I don't know what to do Martha.'
Sighing, the mother gently rocked Kate while the younger woman whimpering softly against her. Martha dropped her face into Kate's shoulder, her hands full of Kate's skin as she reminisced about the nights spent on tour.
Her reaction to the loss of Kate's body against hers was surprising to Martha, Kate baring herself briefly while wrapping the small towel around her body.
'How did you do it?' Kate slumped onto the raised tiles around the tub, 'How did you handle feeling like you're going to explode?'
'There was a way,' Martha glanced at the doorway nervously, 'My son knows a lot about my time on the road, but he doesn't know everything. A girl needs her mysteries after all.'*
Kate chuckled as Martha sat beside her, 'You're afraid of what he'll think?'
'When...' Martha sighed, 'When you're on the road with the same people week after week, you either get along swimmingly or you destroy the production. I was the understudy to the lead actress, while playing the role of farmhand four when I found myself in the same position you are in.'
'Adelaide Drummond,' Martha watched Kate's eyes widened, 'She found me curled up on my bed one afternoon and she took it upon herself to give me relief.'
'You... You had sex with a woman?' Kate's face shone with her shock.
'You know I'm a free spirit,' Martha grinned cheekily, 'I'm open to trying almost anything once. Why are you so surprised that I slept with her?'
'I dunno,' Kate shrugged, 'Just never imagined you'd be open to that.'
'Back then, I was open to a lot honey,' Martha chuckled wistfully, 'Things I know will change my son's opinion of me in a negative manner.'
'I won't tell him,' Kate shivered when Martha's hand reached across and cupped her bare knee, 'I'll keep your secrets Martha. Did it help?'
'Oh darling,' Martha smirked, twisting her body towards Kate's, 'Addy was a godsend, her and her girls.'
'God,' Kate's chest heaved, the brunette gasping at the gentle stroking on her leg.
'Thick as thieves we were,' Martha's voice echoed in Kate's head, 'Three months. Three months of fun that I've missed ever since.'
'Is that why you're seducing me Martha?' Kate's eyes were wide when they lifted from where Martha's hand stroked her bare thigh.
Martha shrugged, her hand slipping further up Kate's leg. The matriarch's lips twitched when Kate let out a soft breath, her legs sliding open minutely.
'I'm not your first am I?' Martha stroked her fingers along Kate's thigh, the brunette mewling.
'No...' Kate breathed, 'You're not.'
'How many?' Kate shivered at the desire in the older woman's voice.
'Four,' Kate gulped, 'Just four... Well, five technically.'
'Take the towel off Darling,' Martha watched the thrill flash over Kate's face, her hands shaking as she exposed herself before her, 'oh to be a decade or two younger. My Son is a very lucky man.'
'Thank you,' Kate shyly replied, her eyes dropping to the tie of Martha's dress.
'Tonight is about you sweetie,' Martha smiled, 'And giving you a respite until my son can pleasure you himself. Lean back Kate.'
Kate watched Martha gulp when she leant back on her elbows, the older woman staring at her hungrily. The slight pressure of the hand on her leg silently told Kate to open her legs further, the supple woman watching the surprise show on Martha's face when she spread herself open.
'Please Martha,' Kate heard herself beg, 'Do it.'
Kate's groan when Martha ran her thumb across her skin had the older woman glancing at the door, sure the volume would wake her son. Kate squirmed, her hands scrambling for a grip as Martha pushed into Kate's dripping snatch, her hot walls twitching against her.
'Who?' Martha's eyes filled with mirth when Kate stared at her in confusion, 'Who are the five?'
'Wha... OOH!' Kate squealed, Martha teasing a second digit teasing her entrance, 'Maddie... Fuck! ... Maddie and I, we - we... God, we turned 18 and... ugh!... We got drunk. Woke... Woke up in her bed together. She... She made the first move,' Kate groaned harshly, 'her parents were staying away for the weekend and... SHIT!... We... We made the most of the empty house. She made me scream Martha, her tongue in my... Pussy made me scream!'
'Mmm,' Martha moaned softly when Kate arched her back, her body piling on the pleasure to her already fried nerve endings as the second finger stroked along her walls, 'Who else?'
'S... Svetlana. I spent a... HOLY FUCK!' Kate shrieked, Martha's unoccupied hand cupping her enlarged breast, her thumb brushing over the erect tip.
