The voices coming from behind the closed bedroom door were muffled, yet unmistakable. In the dark, quiet hallway of her second floor, Kaitlin could easily pick-out the sounds of her daughter Rebecca and her boyfriend Calvin. She had heard them many times at this early hour of the morning. Becky was a cocktail waitress in a dive bar. Cal worked hauling refuse part-time, and unloaded tractor-trailers in the warehouse district.
Both of them were nineteen years old and worked for cash at their menial jobs. They had settled into a routine of meeting at an after-hours bar at 4am. From there breakfast and television, then they scooted off to Becky's bedroom by dawn for crazy, amped-up sex. Then they both slept until two.
Becky would sometimes roust herself for classes at the community college. She thought computer skills or basic English might help her land a job that did not require a push-up bra.
Calvin had set his sights abit lower but probably just as realistic. A hearty Fruit Loops lunch accompanied by cartoons. An hour of X-Box or internet porn. Then a short walk to the corner bodega where his bro's passed around a forty, and try to weasel some muscle-work from the local shylock. What he lacked in intelligence or ambition, was compensated with brashness and an intimidating physique.
Becky was shy and kind. Mousy. Long straight brown hair streaked blonde hung, down to the middle of her back and framed her heart-shaped face. She was reed thin with long lean legs and a pre-pubescent figure. 32B breasts and narrow hips had gotten her mistaken for a young boy from behind, on more than one occasion. Her only truly feminine feature was a set of full, pouty lips that any Hollywood starlet would pay a fortune for. Under big, brown eyes they presented a Lolita-like appearance that could make grown men nervously uncomfortable.
Because she was often picked-on and teased, she liked guys who could protect her. And Calvin, with no other real, redeeming quality, fit that bill. He did not have a heart of gold. He did not like animals. And he would never make his mother or anyone else, proud. Basically, he was a lummox. He wasn't even good in bed, just aggressive. But Becky had known no other. And his cock was as big around as his forearm.
Becky had been a virgin before him and Cal was not on anybody's A-List. So their union was convenient and complimentary. Porn movies brought foreplay and fresh ideas to their late-night romps. And her sweet lips made conversation irrelevant to them both.
Kaitlin had once been a nurses-aide on the night-shift. She had also once been married for nearly six months. She was now thirty-eight years old. Single, alone and living on a small government stipend. She didn't like having Calvin as a nearly permanent houseguest, but the wrong word would cost her Becky, and the meager money they contributed to the household. She mostly kept to herself and avoided interaction with Calvin, hoping to inspire Becky to greater heights.
Her lonely nights were occupied by romance novels and long, heartfelt talks with her kitten. She sat awake most nights, a reflex from the night-shift. And settled into bed after the kids knocked-off. She often found herself wondering the apartment and ending-up outside their door as the sun came up.
Calvin and Rebecca were normally drunk and horny at 6am. They were transfixed in their own sexual passions and oblivious to their surroundings. A pattern of verbal humiliation, oral and anal sex, spankings and role-play constituted the mornings exercises. It was just the opposite for Kaitlin. Alone in the house in the afternoon hours, she would start with a glass of white wine and a "dirty" magazine. Some manual stimulation and a short, thick vibrator would get her off.
At night, she tip-toed down the hall and listened at the door as her daughter sucked and fucked the barbarian dormer. "Shine it up!" He would tell Becky. "Suck it 'till it pops, if you want me to fuck that dirty little twat of yours." Becky would dutifully drop to her knees at the edge of the bed and lap his enormous rod into her enticing pink lips. Kaitlin could hear her small fist pumping his saliva-slick cock, and that sexy mouth plunging the entire length of his manhood.
The walls were thin enough to hear every word. Still, Kaitlin felt the urge to push the door slightly ajar. As the morning sun illuminated the room, shadows came to bright color. Becky, on all fours, her cheeks distended with his huge tool plowing in and out of her mouth. Calvin laid back, arms behind his head, giving instructions on what he wanted and how he liked it. He would smack her ass to change her speed or her position. Becky never complained, never made a noise other than to moan and swallow.
Kaitlin could only imagine that in the same situation, she would bite his dick, or kick his balls. All the while, she gently eased her fingers under the cotton material of her undies. She played in the coarse, curly hair of her pubic patch. As she stepped cautiously into the room, she took in every detail of the nasty encounter playing-out before her eyes. These nightly walks added fuel to her own fantasies. In the daytime, her dildo was Cal and she was nineteen again, and semi-virginal.
This day she struggled out of bed and made her way down the hall and into the shower. The warm water refreshed her and the shampoo traced a sudsy path over her shoulders and into the cleavage of her well-formed breasts. Becky must have inherited her father's genes. Kaitlin was all woman, and built for pleasure. She had soft, wavy, brown hair and doey brown eyes that sparkled in the light. Her breasts were ample and heavy. Her bra could hide melons. She had wide hips and a fleshy ass, that bounced nicely in heels. Kaitlin was 5'6",and carried a little extra around the middle and on her upper thighs. But on the whole, no man would turn her away.
She dried-off and wrapped bath towels around her warm body and wet hair. She saw the kid's room was open and empty as she strolled down to her own bedroom. As her normal routine, she sat on the edge of the bed and ducked her head down to vigorously dry her abundant mane of brown hair. Her fingers dug rapidly into her scalp and the body towel loosened and fell to the sheets. She rubbed harder and could feel her heavy tits bang against her chest and hear the slapping sound of wet flesh against flesh.
