Coming Of Age 6

“Damnit!” Catherine exclaimed as the wrench slipped and her knuckles scraped violently across the faucet handles. She dropped the heavy silver tool into the sink with a loud clang as she recoiled. Her hand drew up, curled and hiding the hurt. With the other she gently eased open her fingers. She stared down at the torn flesh across her knuckles and brought them to her lips.

The angry flesh stung as her tongue tasted the coppery tinge of her blood. She sucked until the hurt subsided into a dull ache.

“Shit. What the hell am I doing? I don’t know the first thing about fixing this damned leaking bastard of a faucet!”

Catherine’s frustration slammed around inside her head.

“Bert was a sonuvabitch, but at least he kept up with the house.”

As she sucked and kneaded her aching knuckles she had to chuckle in that ironic tone.

“Bert! Why the hell did I marry a man named Bert anyway?

She giggled aloud in the empty room, “Well, she can have his sorry butt!”

Catherine lightly dabbed at her raw knuckles until the pain and blood subsided. She found herself starring out the small window above the sink. Gazing out into the backyard. The old swing set her children used to play on sat motionless. The lush green grass just beginning to become untamed. Her beautiful flowers, the flowers she had spent years tending, beginning to fade with the on coming of fall.

“Is that what this is? I’m in the autumn of my life. Am I going to be like those flowers and just shrivel into winter? Am I…”

Her thoughts interrupted by the throaty growl of a diesel engine outside. It rumbled loudly and close to her home and then stopped abruptly. Silenced. She took one last look and then broke her longing gaze from the memory filled yard and turned toward the front of the house.

“Must be the lawn service. Wonder if it’ll be that cute boy again? Oh hush, Catherine!”

She strode through her home to the front room. She reached the expansive window and peered around the lacy drapes to the street. There sat the bulky white Ford truck. A trailer riddled with mowers, trimmers, and tools following obediently behind. She watched as the door of the truck opened. The boot clad leg reaching for the curb. The white sock pulled into a bunch at the top of the leather boot. The bronzy-colored leg hairs exposed as the leg stretched out of the confines of the cab.

Soon he was out. His above-the-knee olive drab shorts hung loosely but snuggly at the same time. His over-sized white T-shirt clinging to his back from sweat. It was a warm day. Those days when summer and autumn battle for control. The morning had been crisp but summer had asserted to warm the air by mid-day.

Catherine realized she had moved behind the curtain and was barely peeking one eye around the lacy fabric as she watched him move to his trailer and ready his tools for the job.

“You’re acting like a damned school girl!”

She laughed inside her head as her cheeks flushed.

Evan, as she’d come to learn his name over the summer, wasn’t going to be painted on the cover of a romance novel any time soon. Yet, he was attractive. He was handsome. His body lithe with youth but not overly muscular.

Catherine could remember giggling as his sandy hair would fall into eyes and annoy him as he tended her lawn. Those thick long locks at the front continuously falling flipping about as the sweat dripped from his forehead. Always stopping to shove them aside only to have them again distracting him.

“Damn Catherine. Have you been watching this boy? You naughty old woman!

” Again she giggled as she gently peeked around the concealing curtain.

It was getting late in the afternoon. Catherine glanced up at the clock, just past five. Her eyes again back out to the yard watching Evan work.

“So you’ve been watching him. No big deal. You ARE human Catherine! And he is attractive. And how long has it been since you had sex? Even the last couple of years with Bert were pretty sad. Admit it Catherine. Your horny!”

She couldn’t believe she was thinking this way but wasn’t about to stop it.

Evan had finished the mowing and was nearly done with the trimming. All the while Catherine watched from the window. Slipping the curtain over her barely exposed eyes each time she thought Evan might catch her looking at him.

He had only one last stretch up the walk to trim and he would be done. She had been watching him nearly 40 minutes. Moving again to the kitchen window as Evan mowed and trimmed the backyard. Then back to the front as he finished up there. He was facing the street, away from Catherine, and squatted low and deep. The fabric of his shorts stretched tight across his youthful butt as he paused for a brief rest before finishing the last strip.

Catherine felt a dull tug deep in her stomach as she watched him swipe his sweat soaked hair back. He grabbed his squeeze bottle, his head tilted back, he sprayed the water over his face and head, cooling himself. Catherine could see his back expand and relax as Evan drew deep breaths.

“Damn Catherine. You shouldn’t be thinking what you’re thinking! Your own son is older than he is.”

But she couldn’t deny it. She couldn’t deny the fact that she’d been voyeuristically watching Evan for months now. Had she thought about him during those lusty needing moments of masturbation when she sought the relief her body so craved? The relief never fully achieved. The physical satisfied for the time but the emotional left feeling thirsty.

“Rubber and latex is no substitute Catherine!”

She giggled sinfully at her own wanton thoughts. She watched as Evan finished his trimming and loaded his machines back into the truck.

Maybe I should…you know…invite him in? Just for a cool drink. He has been working hard all day. That’s not bad right? A cool drink for him and a warm drink for me!

” She almost shocked herself at the thought.

“Damn Catherine, you are horny. You’re actually considering this aren’t you? You’re almost fifty! Your own son is older than…older than…Evan.”

She watched as he latched his equipment into the trailer.

Over the months they had barely spoken. Catherine’s suppressed attraction keeping their encounters brief. But she had always believed that Evan admired her. She had never been a slim or petite woman. She was full and voluptuous. Strong hips, broad shoulders, heavy breasts, thick thighs. She was a bigger girl all her life, weightier than so many of the other girls. But as she grew older she found that many men actually found that an attraction. Bert had told her many times that he would rather have a full real woman than any of those women in magazines. He said they were nice to look at but in reality, when the rubber meets the road, men want a full luscious woman.

Catherine was that. And Catherine was a sexual person. Not really open and brazen but very much in touch with her sexuality. Damn it had been so long.

Evan, his load tightened and secured now, headed for the truck. Catherine watched. Not believing what her mind was screaming at her. But wanting to give in to that dark voice that cried out to her.

She moved to the front door. Watching him through the tiny window.

“Catherine, you can’t. Yes you can. You want to…”

He was reaching for the door handle. About to leave again as he had every week for months. And soon he would be gone for the winter. And he may never return as the new year brought him new opportunities.

“Oh God Catherine. Don’t…”

Before she even knew it the door swung open and she emerged on the porch.

“Evan?”

He stopped and turned. Catherine’s blue jeans stretched tightly over her full hips. Her white spaghetti strap top barely able to hold in her heavy breasts. As she called out to him, her nipples unconsciously swelled. Catherine could see, even from the street, that his eyes lingered on her breasts. Her nipples obvious.

“Yes, Mrs. Morgan?”

Catherine stepped out fully onto the porch, letting the screen door slam shut behind her.

“You’re in deep now lady!”

She hooked her thumbs into the back pockets of her tight jeans. Her ample breasts swaying as she rocked to and fro. “Long day huh Evan?”

“Yeah.” He smiled slightly and struggled to keep his eyes off her breasts. She could feel his gaze on her and she liked it. It reassured her. Emboldened her.

“Evan. I know this is a lot to ask. But my sink is leaking like crazy. And well…Well I busted the hell out of my knuckles trying to fix it. I don’t have a man around here and…well…well…you mind taking a look at it Evan?” She bobbed coyly like a teenager on the porch.

“Damn Catherine! If your nipples get any harder they can cut glass. Your getting wet!”

Evan smiled and released the door handle. “Sure, Mrs. Morgan. You’re my last job of the night so I’m in no hurry.” Evan glided up the walk and onto the porch.

Catherine reached out and opened the screen for him. As he passed by she watched his body move. Could smell his sweaty body as he passed close.

“Oh shit Catherine. What are you doing?”

They made chit chat as Catherine led Evan to the kitchen. “Well there it is. Damned leaking thing! Been keeping me up at night. There’s a wrench in the sink. Where I threw it.” She laughed.

Evan’s smile was warm and genuine as he turned, reluctantly, from her to the sink. His eyes always stealing down to glance on her hard nipples testing the fabric of her shirt.

Evan snorted, “Well, Mrs. Morgan, you don’t have the right wrench here. One thing I have learned is you have to have the right tool for the job. Do you have any other tools?”

Catherine’s mind was a whirl of thoughts from what she had just heard and what her mind, and more urgently, her body were telling her. He’d meant it so innocently but she had taken his words and twisted them into an ironic sexual connotation. He really had no idea why she brought him in here.

Catherine had her hands on the small breakfast table just opposite Evan. She gazed over his developing body. An adult by law but still so much a boy. His tight calves not yet fully filled out. His thighs just beginning to show the muscularity of manhood. His ass tight but full. His back…

“Mrs. Morgan? Do you have any other tools ma’am?”

She caught herself, hands back on the table, hips forward and swaying.

“Yeah I have a drawer full of them but they aren’t like you. You have to have the right tool for the job!”

“Uh…” Evan’s eyes seemed to glide over her face, sneaking glances at her now fully erect and protruding nipples. “Well…Uh hum…Yes I do have more tools. And having the right tool for the job certainly makes sense to me.”

Evan stood half turned from the sink. He wanted so bad to stop looking at Catherine’s breasts, her hard nipples. He was sure she caught him and his cheeks flushed. His shorts began to strain against the counter as he pressed harder against it. Fearful and becoming worried that his growing erection would be discovered.

“Wholly shit Catherine! His eyes are all over you. And look at you. Pouting your crotch out there. Showing off your tits. Well…you’ve come this far…”

Neither of them spoke. Evan stood there desperately trying to conceal his building excitement and longing gazes. Catherine allowing herself to fall completely over the edge and deeply enjoying the attention. The tension thick and weighty.

“You know Evan. What you said about the right tool? Um…Well…I’ve been having some trouble with that lately…”

Evan’s hand gripped the faucet until his knuckles turned white. Was he imagining this? How many times had he lied alone in his bed in the dark and stroked himself to a chest-wetting orgasm thinking about Mrs. Morgan? It must be his mind making this seem like something that it really wasn’t.

“Really…?” He croaked as his growing flesh pressed harder against the honey colored wood of the cabinet before him and his eyes locked into hers.

“Uh huh.” Catherine smiled warmly. Her long dark hair cascading down her back. Most women her age seemed to cut their hair short, but not Catherine. She believed long hair was womanly and so she kept it. Evan’s eyes snapped from her crotch to her breasts and struggled to hold her gaze. But his will was fading as he returned to those thick hard nipples that seemed to call to him. “See, its like you said. You have to have the right tool for the job. I have lots of tools but they don’t seem to be getting the job done. Do you understand Evan?”

Evan kept thinking that what he thought was happening wasn’t. His mind was telling him that this mature woman, likely older than his own mother, was coming on to him. “It certainly wasn’t cold and her nipples are surely hard,” he thought. And her words. Was she really talking about tools? Like wrenches and screwdrivers? Or was she being sexual.

Evan wished he had more experience with girls. He’d never slept with a girl. Hell, he’d never even been completely naked with one. He’d rubbed a few girls’ breasts and Tabitha Rory and let him rub her pussy inside her pants. And as a graduation present, Tabitha stroked his cock inside his jeans until he filled her hand. But that was it. Work and school and shyness had kept him from girls. Now he wished that wasn’t so because he had nothing to draw from to help his mind sort all this out.

“Evan?”

“Y…Yes, Mrs. Morgan?” His mouth dry as he clung to the faucet.

Catherine giggled, “Evan please don’t call me Mrs. Morgan. After all, I’m not a misses any more. I’m a miss. But I would really like you to call me Catherine. Will you call me Catherine?” She could feel her excitement beginning to pool deep inside her. She watched his ass unconsciously tense tightly inside his shorts, pushing his crotch harder into the counter.

“Damn, I’ll bet he’s already hard…”

“Uh, sure…Catherine.” What a beautiful name Evan thought. And sounded, no, it felt so good to speak it.

“How old are you Evan?”

“Uh hum…a little over 18.”

“Hum.” Catherine’s hips swayed lustily as she rolled that thought over in her mind. “C’mere Evan.”

“Come here?”

“Yes. Come over here.” Catherine’s tone had changed. Becoming more demanding, forward and direct. He was just a boy after all. And boys need direction.

“Well…I would Mrs…um…Catherine…” Evan giggled nervously. “Well I mean I really should get this sink fixed.”

“I have another problem that needs to be fixed Evan. And I need the right tool for the job remember? I bet you have the right tool for the job don’t you Evan?’

Evan’s face burned with excitement and embarrassment. “Uh, well yeah I guess so.”

“Oh I know you do Evan. Now come here.”

“But Catherine…” His eyes cast down briefly at his crotch slammed against the counter. “It’s just that…”

A sly smile snaked over Catherine’s lips. She was getting so turned on now. She could feel her warmth filling her jeans, spreading out through her body. “Is it hard Evan?”

Evan nearly choked. Gawd, could this possibly get any more embarrassing? “Well…”

“Come here to me Evan. Come her and let Catherine help. It’s okay.” She reached her hand for him.

Evan turned slowly, his rigid flesh strained uncomfortably down into the leg of his shorts. So hard that the head was outlined through the fabric. Catherine’s eyes fixed on his cock. Admiring how it looked even through his shorts. She noticed too the tiny dark wet spots all around the head. He was getting so excited he was dripping.

“Come on Evan. Come to over to me.” Her fingers beckoned him. Evan moved from the sink and with just a couple steps stood before her. Catherine’s eyes warm and soothing as she stared into his. Calming him, relaxing him, reassuring him. Her tender fingers reached up and lightly stroked his soft cheek. It was downy, not yet stubbly and rough. She heard herself purr quietly as Evan’s eyes fluttered shut.

Her fingers caressed his face, through his hair, over his supple warm lips.

“That’s a good boy Evan. Just relax. Don’t be nervous. It’s okay. Do want to touch them?”

Evan’s eyes flashed open and locked directly on her chest. Catherine’s fingers still ever so lovingly stroking his face. She was so beautiful even at her age. Because of her age. Evan’s lips moved but no words escaped.

Catherine giggled sinfully. “It’s okay Evan, you don’t have to say it. I can see you want to. Here…” Catherine’s fingers withdrew and she quickly pulled the tiny shirt up and over her head. She shook her head side to side and her thick wavy hair spilled over her shoulders. Making her look lusty and wanton. Evan’s eyes wide as he gazed on the heavy fullness of her breasts. He’d never seen such big breasts before let alone touched them.

“They…they’re…” Evan struggled to make his mind work.

“You like them Evan? You like my breasts? Do you like touching the girls’ breasts Evan? Like to feel them in your hands? It’s okay, tell me Evan.”

“Well, yes but I haven’t really…Really had you know…that much experience…” Again his cheeks flushed.

“Really? A strong handsome boy like you?” Catherine’s hands reached out, the very tips of her nails lightly scratching down his forearms. Taking him by the wrists. “I bet lots of girls wish you would touch them Evan.” Catherine pulled his hands up from his sides. “Poor girls. I bet they go home and touch themselves thinking about you Evan. Oh I just bet they do.” Catherine brought his hands up higher. She pulled one to her face.

Evan’s mind was racing with excitement, nervousness, embarrassment. He watched as Catherine brought his fingers up to her lips. Her sensuous pink tongue flicking out from her pouty red lips. Evan stood riveted and mesmerized as Catherine sucked his middle finger into her mouth. Her lips wrapping around it, swallowing it into the wet warmth. He was completely fascinated. He’d certainly never felt anything like this before.

Catherine ever so slowly slid his finger in and out of her mouth, back and forth. Her eyes fixed on Evan’s boyish face. Watching him, watching his reaction to her. His eyes locked on her mouth and his finger. She pulled it from her mouth, and rubbed his glistening finger tip over her lips.

“Mmmm…Do you like that Evan?”

Evan swallowed hard, “Yes.”

Catherine smiled, reveling in the sinfully sweet beauty of this moment. Her own body beginning to cry out to her. Begging her mind to succumb to this boy’s pleasuring body. She pulled both his hands down and onto her breasts. His palms warm and sticky from nervous sweat. Evan’s fingers spread open as he felt her warm fleshy breasts beneath his hands. His eyes starring as his hands froze.

“Mmm…It’s okay Evan. Touch them. I want you to. Feel them all you want Evan.” Catherine could see Evan’s ample erection had found it’s way into a vertical position. The thick shaft swelling out against his zipper. The head just barely concealed by the struggling waistband.

She purred as Evan moved his hands over and around her breasts. Cupping them and feeling their weight. His fingers rubbing and stroking her thick hard nipples. Evan’s touch so gentle and sincere caused Catherine to moan quietly. Her breasts alive with his boyish touch. Her nipples tingling in excited pleasure as Evan explored them. Her chest thrust out. Her crotch gyrating in slow circles.

Evan’s fingers rolled and pinched her nipples. Feeling their hardness, fascinated by the way grew even larger as he fondled and teased them.

“Unh…” Catherine’s eyes fluttered as her body reacted to Evan’s hands. His touch direct and deliberate. The touch of an inexperienced boy exploring and discovering.

When Catherine grunted, Evan froze. He quickly glanced up at her face. Lips shiny and half open. Her eyes lusty and dark, the lids heavy and fluttering. “I’m sorry did I hurt you? Did I pinch too hard?”

Catherine’s eyes focused and she gave Evan a warm reassuring smile, “No Evan. I groaned because it felt good. You won’t hurt me Evan. You’re a good boy. Go ahead now, feel and rub them all you want to.”