Cates Crisis

What the hell am I going to do thought Mary Catherine or simply Cate to those who knew her. She wasn't even a week into this seven-month commitment, a situation she simply could not walk away from.

When she had been asked to help her deceased sister's widower and their son her altruistic nature and truthfully the money and relocation to such a warm climate had made this seem like a no-brainer.

Her younger sister Mary Elizabeth known to all as Bitzee had passed in a car accident two years before while Cate was on mission in Kenya.

She and Bitzee may have been sisters but they were complete opposites and had never been close. Bitzee had cared only for wealth expensive fashion and attractive successful men. Cate on the other hand was focused on how to help anyone she could. From stray animals on up...thusly the eight years spent in Kenya.

When her brother-in-law Gavin an international corporate lawyer contacted her and asked if she could relocate from Boston to Los Angeles her desire to help made it an easy decision.

Her time in Boston had been an awkward readjustment to American society and trading her crappy apartment for a lavish home just seemed like so much fun. After settling her affairs she had moved to LA to provide housesitting duties for her 18-year-old nephew Kelly.

Her presence was intended to keep Kelly from turning his father's home into party central or destroying himself before he headed off to Cal State Fullerton on a full-ride basketball scholarship. Her duties were she felt as Housesitter/Guardian.

Her last encounter with Kelly had been when he was a rambunctious but sweet tow-headed 9-year-old with piercing blue eyes. When he and his father met her at LAX she was struck by what a handsome young man he had become. He had just graduated high school and had been recruited by several West Coast universities he was 6'5" and extremely fit and the blonde hair and blue eyes hadn't changed. Her first thought was if only I was thirty-five years younger and not his aunt.

After settling in Gavin left for Thailand to begin his overseas assignment and for two days things had been perfectly normal. Kelly was polite, considerate, and engaging, wanting to get to know her and to hear tales of his mother's youth. The home was massive and opulent Cate was overwhelmed by the beautiful views. The only thing was Cate began to feel Kelly's eyes upon her when she cooked or cleaned especially when she bent over.

Cate had always been attractive with red hair cut shoulder length often up in a pony tale, porcelain freckled skin a trim firm waist a nice tight ass, and an ample bussom which had filled out substantially upon her return to a plentiful American diet.

She knew very well when a man was checking her out so Kelly's attentions weren't uncommon and honestly a little flattering.

On the third morning, she decided to be a bit naughty and give the boy a little thrill by wearing tight shorts and a striped tube top with no bra it was 1977 after all. Kelly immediately noticed the shift in her wardrobe and a warm satisfied smile spread across Cate's face. Even at fifty three she still had it.

The previous night she had shown Kelly pictures and slides from her time in Kenya he was impressed with the wild beauty of the land and inquired about her fellow teachers and eventually he asked about Bikira the man who appeared in numerous photos. Cate simply told him that he was the principal of the school she had taught at never mentioning the fact that they had been lovers for almost the entire time she had been in Kenya.

No one else had known either, it was the 1970's and Kenya was not nearly as puritanical as the US given the fact that incest was a common practice, but interracial relationships were more than frowned upon.

As they continued with the pictures shivers ran up and down her spine and heat radiated from her thighs as she remembered the tightness of Bikira's muscled body his large firm hands on her waist and breasts and the intense pleasure of his massive cock stretching her pussy and asshole wide as he plowed into her like a freight train at midnight.

Suddenly she realized that this was not a good situation her nipples were so erect they could cut glass and her panties were soaked, she was sitting inches from her nephew. "Time for bed," she said "I'm beat we can finish the slides another time."

Cate jumped up and headed for anywhere but near Kelly.

In the kitchen, she admonished her rash behavior and scolded herself for even thinking of the word cock she hated that word but when a man's tool is over ten inches long and so thick she could barely get it in her mouth and even then only be able to pleasure its bulbous head somehow the word penis or weiner just doesn't cover it. The truth was simply that she always became crass when she was horny.

Horniness was a big reason why Boston had been shitty she had dated three men there and the two she had slept with were perfect gentlemen nice and kind, unfortunately, they were hung like chipmunks. The sex had been a dull, polite missionary, tiny wiener boredom. How she longed for Bikras ebony bat penetrating her from every angle and the massive loads of jizzum he had filled her mouth with which she had greedily swallowed.

That night she took a long cold shower and tried to get a grip it was going to be seven months of chasteness she wouldn't be comfortable dating while she was Kelly's guardian.

The residual excitement of the night before had led to her choice of wardrobe the next day a decision she would briefly regret and later applaud. After ten minutes or so of watching her jiggle about the kitchen having barely touched his breakfast Kelly excused himself mumbling something about studying even though it was summer and he had graduated.

Kitchen duties completed Cate followed Kelly upstairs about ten minutes later. The master bedroom was past Kelly's at the end of the hall and as she approached she heard rapid slapping noises and muffled groans from behind his slightly ajar door. Unable to help herself she peered through the crack. She got the shock of her life, young Kelly was on his back eyes closed tight feverishly stroking his massive cock! That's right not a minuscule white weiner but a beautifully veined throbbing alabaster cock. Bikiras was a little bit longer but Kelly's was just as thick his long fingers barely overlapped his thumb as he pleasured himself. Cate's left hand instinctively moved to her breast twisting and rubbing her swollen nipple. Her right hand dropped to her shorts and snaked under the elastic band, she touched miss kitty and her hand was covered in her juices a gasp almost escaped her throat and she remembered where she was she froze in place just as Kelly groaned loudly and jets of cum flew from the knob of his cock. Cate quietly retreated to her room before he opened his eyes.

It was on the edge of the enormous king-size bed where she sat a few minutes later regretting her choice of clothing and contemplating what the hell she was going to do. She quickly changed into a more appropriate outfit and nearly ran past Kelly's room as she yelled out some bullshit about having errands to run and got the hell out of there her body still thrummed with excitement and anticipation she prayed it would pass.

Two hours later she returned to find a note from Kelly about going to a buddy's house she gave silent thanks to her maker.

She grabbed a green banana off the counter and proceeded to her bedroom she found her Remington ladies electric razor and behind a securely locked door she fucked her ass and pussy feverishly. Even with the firm unripe banana alternating between her holes and the razor heat and intense vibration on her clit she only managed one weak orgasm. After all that effort she lay there a bit calmer but still horny as hell she contemplated her options she couldn't leave or date She knew she could never make it through the next seven months celebrate or shoving fruits and veggies into her privates.

Perhaps it was her time in Kenya and what she had seen as standard practice Mothers and Fathers educating their adult children in the ways of sex. She finally decided no this would not be a "summer of chastity". she was going to seduce her sisters boy she was going to teach him how to pleasure a woman with that ample treasure between his thighs and she was going to love every fucking minute of the next six months and three weeks...End Part One to be continued