Kate's New Life Ch. 01

Note: This is the first of only 2 parts to this story. Contains incestuous sexual escapades between mother and adult son.

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Kate couldn't help but let her tears flow down her cheeks. The papers on her kitchen table brought despair and a sense of not belonging. For 22 years, her marriage had been a blissful life, one of love and companionship. The last few years were just the opposite, anger, hate, jealousy and loneliness. Her soon to be ex-husband had changed, maybe she had as well. She felt it slowly dissipating, year after year, the hugs and kisses became fewer and fewer, the once kind words now filled with a stark coldness. Her signature at the bottom of the page signaled a new chapter in her life. One she wasn't sure where it would take her.

"It will be ok mom, we will take care of each other and we'll do just fine without Dad."

Daniel's words were comforting, at least to a certain point. She had always been close to her son but since the separation two years ago, their relationship has grown even stronger. His role has been one of a protector, not so much in a physical sense but an emotional guard of sorts, one that keeps her emotions intact. His maturity at 18 amazes her, it is he that's taking care of her instead of her taking care of him.

"You're right Daniel, we'll be just fine." Wiping the tears away, she gathered herself up and looked around. "I think we'll start right now, some of these old memories must go and the first to get rid of is that damn recliner chair. I always hated it anyway. Time for a new makeover don't you think Daniel."

"Now you're talking Mom, I agree and I think we need to trash the sofa as well. Maybe rearrange the rest of the furniture also. All these family pictures should be stowed away as well, maybe not thrown away but we don't need to look at them every day."

"Start packing then, I'm going down to the furniture store and see what they have that suits us. Today is a new start and a new beginning, furniture and all."

Kate felt a little giddy during her shopping spree, almost like the proverbial kid in a candy store. The sofa and chair would be perfect for a new look around the house as well as the few knick knack items she bought. Her temptation for a new bed couldn't be held back either, a 4-poster bed with small lights built in would be perfect for her late-night reading.

Daniel had already cleared most of the pictures and "reminders" away when she returned home. It looked a little bare but with the new furnishings, it would look like a new home, or at least a new start to a new life. The small things will make a difference Kate thought to herself, one small step, or maybe one huge leap would suffice just as well.

"I splurged Daniel, new furniture, and even a new bed. They will deliver it later today so we have to get rid of this sofa and chair then take down my bed and get ready for the new stuff. I'll call the Good-Will store and donate it, I think they will come and get it so we don't have to move it."

"Yes ma'am Mom, I'll start taking the bed down but I may need some help with the mattresses."

"Got it, I'll be more than happy to help just as soon as I change clothes."

Kate felt a strange excitement as she rumbled through her closet, and excitement of freedom. Free to choose the furniture, free to do as she wants and even what to wear. She chose her favorite shorts and top and decided to be even freer, her bra she left hanging in the closet. Looking at herself in the mirror she was quite pleased, certainly not model thin or beautiful but still attractive for a woman of 42. Her ample bosom pushing through the thin fabric of her shirt and rubbing her nipples caused a slight stirring inside her. One she hadn't felt for quite a while, one she misses and longs for. Some things will just have to wait, patience and time are on her side.

She was somewhat startled as Daniel abruptly came into the bedroom. "Let's get going mom, Good-Will called back, they will be here in about an hour." She wondered if he had been watching her look at herself in the mirror, not that she had done anything wrong, however, she wasn't used to him barging in. Their, or now her bedroom, was always off limits before, she'd have to get accustomed to new arrangements.

Tools in hand, Daniel started removing the headboard but realized the mattresses would have to go first. "I'll take this side, you take the other side Daniel, on the count of three we'll flip it over to the side and then slide it out to the living room."

Bending over to the reach the mattress she felt her loose-fitting shirt fall down, her breast almost in full view but she couldn't stop in mid-movement. Taking a quick look up she saw Daniel eyeing her breasts, his mouth almost dangling open as he quickly looked away.

"One, two, three go" he managed to mumble and in a split second the mattress was off the bed. What lay underneath shocked and surprised him. Embarrassment flooded Kates face as she reached for the vibrator that she had forgotten about. It had been a while since she used it and it never crossed her mind that it was still there.

Rushing to grab it she saw Daniel look away; "I'm not saying anything, nothing at all Mom" His words were almost a giggle, underneath his breath, she could hear the little snicker as he grabbed the mattress.

"Shut up Daniel" was all she could manage to say, her voice mirroring his little giggle. It seemed to lighten the mood and she could feel her blushing face fade way.

The doorbell rang and Kate let the men in to take away the furniture. Somewhat surprised at one of the men at his dress code, or lack of. His tank top shirt not hiding his toned muscles and his ruffled hair somewhat sexy she thought. A rugged look but one she found attractive as she watched him move the sofa. His voice was silent, barely saying a word as he attempted not to stare at her nipples pushing through her shirt.

Kate knew he was looking, and she knew what he was looking at, she didn't care for some reason, her newly found freedom enjoying every delicious second of attention. He must have liked what he saw, his bulging jeans seemed to be growing.

It wasn't long after they left the new furniture arrived. Kate directed them to the bedroom with the bedroom suit and Daniel placed the sofa, chairs, lamps and other knick-knacks in the living room. His placement of the items surprised her.

"Wow Daniel, this looks great, I like it, I think it's absolutely perfect! Quite the decorator you are, now though I need some help putting this bed together."

"It does look good, a change for sure, just what we need, of course, we could use one of those big screen smart tv's they have on sale."

"Hmm, maybe so Daniel, I'll think about it."

Putting the bed together was fairly easy, Daniel was good with his hands, a trait from his father no doubt. His dark curly hair was another trait, combined with his naturally toned body, he was a handsome young man. His personality just a little on the shy side with strangers but around the people he knew he was quite the jabber mouth.

Kate couldn't help but marvel at him as he easily moved from one side to the other putting the bed together. When she tried to help, he wouldn't let her, as if she was just getting in his way. "I got it mom, I'll be finished in just a few minutes but you can help with the mattress."

"Yes sir, boss man" she said in a sarcastic joking tone, "I'll just sit here and watch you work."

"Do that mother, don't hurt yourself, watching someone work is, well, hard work."

Picking up a pillow and throwing it at Daniel she once again came back at him with a sarcastic comment, "Ha ha, I'll be sure and be careful, now hurry up and get that bed put together before I fall asleep."

"All done Mother, except, don't you have something to put back under the mattress."

"Shut up Daniel, I'm serious about that, just shut up."

"Ohhh, yes ma'am, my lips won't utter a word. Now if you don't mind, I'm hitting the shower and heading out for a little while. I'll be back later tonight."

Finally, a little peace time for herself, Kate sat back and enjoyed a glass of wine, her thoughts turning toward the events of the day. To some, they may not seem important, to her it was a milestone. She couldn't help but giggle at her "vibrator" incident, perverse as it was, it caused an unusual stirring inside her that still hasn't escaped.

Her freedom of sorts still poking through her shirt as she reached her hand underneath. Squeezing her nipples and imagining the man from earlier taking his cock out for her to suck and fuck. Damn, that's exactly what I need she thought, a good hard fuck.

Maybe it's time to see if her once charming personality was still intact enough to attract the male species, or at least the anatomy of one. A long-term relationship is out of the question, a good hard cock is what she wants.

As she browsed through numerous dating sites she realized that plenty of men are looking for one night stands. All night may not be what she wants, just a fuck would suffice. Even then, he must be the right one, she would need to be careful.

Fuck, all these damn questions, can't one just say what they want without answering every little detail about their life. She finally settled on a dating site that didn't seem too scary and too personal. She browsed through numerous profiles but none seem to be her type. Lots of good looking men, even a few women caught her attention, something she'd never given much serious thought to before. Maybe another time, a fuck is what she wants.

Almost complete except for a picture, maybe it's best not to add one. Opting to add a pic but blur her face would be best. What kind of pic she wondered? Sexy, natural, daring? Ohh, that sounds about like the way she feels, daring it is. Maybe it was the 4 glasses of wine she had but her bravery didn't escape her, the pic she uploaded while not nude was certainly baring more than normal. Ample cleavage and the short skirt showed her gorgeous legs crossed in a somewhat teasing manner.

Her profile was short and direct; Recently divorced, Sexy 42 female seeking male companion for occasional fun, not looking for long-term relationships. Ideal mate: Well, that's difficult, no clingy men, Ideal age, none really, open to all. Kate pondered those last words, age wasn't something she had thought about. What the hell, I'll leave it be.

That should do it she thought, time for one last glass before bedtime. She stumbled towards the bedroom and suddenly realized she had drunk more than she could handle. Attempting to strip off her clothes she fell towards the bed, half naked as she was, she fell quickly asleep.

Daniel looked around at the empty bottle of wine, the glass tipped over but empty. He walked towards his mother's bedroom and before he could reach the wide-open door he saw her half naked body. His immediate reaction was to close the door but he couldn't help but stare at her. He could see her panties on the floor, her skirt partially exposing her and her breasts in full view. He stood there for what seemed like an hour just looking, his hand finally reaching the bulge in his jeans, squeezing his hard cock but restraining from going any further. Her panties on the floor were beyond his temptation, Daniel picked them up and brought them to his face, smelling and indulging himself with her scent. He had always had a fascination of sorts, his mother was certainly sexy, beautiful to him. He idolized her almost to a fault, since the divorce his feelings have increased tremendously and have taken a turn, a sexual turn that is very wrong but one that can't be helped.

Forcing himself to walk away he turned back to the living room, her laptop still open, Daniel reached to close it but stopped when he saw Kates profile still on the screen. As he read the words his mother had written he felt a twinge of worry, then jealousy. He read it over and over, trying to understand it, why is she looking for men on dating sites, she has plenty of friends that have asked her out. Why does she feel the need to meet strangers?

Just before going to bed he saw the paper on the table, numerous descriptions of her along with several different profile descriptions. One caught his eye and raised his pulse; Recently divorced 42 f, just wanting a fuck. Damn, he thought, obviously, she didn't post that one but he didn't realize she could be so sexually vulgar. The bottom of the page were numerous letters and numbers, her password he assumed. This will come in handy, he stored the number in his phone and headed to bed.

He couldn't stop thinking about it as he lay in bed. Sleep wasn't coming, the image of his mother laying almost naked was engrained in his head. Her softness almost touchable, the smell of her perfume still in the house, a reminder of sorts of how bad he wanted her. On his phone, he stared at her picture from her profile, read her words and then a thought came to him.

Maybe he could "play" just a little, just to see what she's really in to. He began filling out the answers to the dating profile but stumped at "Age". Damn, what should I put he thought, his real age may scare her away. Finally deciding, to tell the truth, 18. Name: Kizer Johnson, His profile picture was one he had taken a few weeks ago, playing volleyball at a friend's house, his face blurred just as his mother had done. She shouldn't recognize him, his shorts were ones he just bought and to his recollection, never wore them but that one time. Perfect, now to answer her ad and see if he gets a response.

Hi Kate,

My name is Kizer, I saw your profile of course and couldn't stop myself from at least writing to you. I know our ages are very far apart, too young for you maybe but I find you very sexy and beautiful from what I can see of you. I couldn't resist to at least write you. I'm not very experienced in things like this so I'll be a little brief. I'm not exactly sure what you are looking for but I know what I am, both sexually and emotionally, though it tends to sway more on the sexual part. More on that if you decide to reply to me. If you aren't interested at all then I do understand, maybe though we can just chat a little, that would be ok with me, no expectations at all. Please at least write back, I know you'll have a lot of guys contact you but I'm worth your time. Lol, ok, just a little kidding there, don't mean to be too brash.

Please write back beautiful,

Kizer

Pressing the send button sent a flood of adrenaline surging through him, his hands shaking as he realized what he was doing, or did he? His hand reached down and grabbed his swollen cock, stroking in a furious fever of images, wrong images that shouldn't be in his head. Her panties in his hand he rubbed them over his cock, up and down and around his balls. Smelling her again as he brought them to his face, big deep smells of her cunt filled his nostrils, his tongue licking her precious sweet panties. He jerked his cock for only a few minutes until he felt his cum explode, still not releasing the lustful feelings swelled up inside him as he continued to smother his face with his mother's damp panties. Tomorrow would be a strange day, especially if his mother replied, even to say no thanks.

"Good morning Mother, seems you had a little party by yourself last night. I cleaned up your mess, made some coffee for you. I thought you might need it this morning."

"Ahh, thank you, Daniel, I do need that coffee. I must have drunk a little more than I intended to. I'll regret it later today, my butt will be dragging, it already is."

"Just kick back and take it easy today then, I'll run the errands, not much to do anyway. I have a few things to do myself. Do you need anything while I'm out? Maybe a hangover cure?

"Ha ha, funny. I don't have a hangover, I feel just fine."

"Whatever you say, I'll be back later."

Kate looked at her laptop still on the table, her paper there as well. Fuck, what If Daniel saw it, he didn't act strange or anything. The paper still folded so he must have not seen it. Feeling better about it, she logged on to the dating site.

5 new messages, 5 new friend requests. Damn these people sure have strange names, screen names that reek with bullshit she thought. Why don't people have regular names?

Superdude69, she deleted him quickly without reading his message. Chancetaken, not really her type, she doesn't need a freeloader. No job, his occupation of "Artist at home" says he's broke. Then another, PussyEater, what the fuck she thought, who the hell would respond to a name like that!

There was one that seemed interesting; JakeD, divorced male 49 years old, business owner, loves fast cars, moonlit nights. Some say I'm "ruggedly handsome" but I'll leave that to you. I'm certainly not Mr. America but nor am I the ugly duckling. Open minded sexually, not much turns me off.

He's a maybe Kate decided. Then one last one, Kizer. What an interesting name. Wow! Just 18, OMG, she'd feel like a pervert. He was, the only one who wrote something, in at least a small description. She felt a strange excitement browsing through his profile, almost like a stalker. However, she couldn't date someone so young, not even meet. As she read his message again she decided the right thing to do would be to politely decline, he at least deserved a reply.

Dear Kizer,

Thanks for the kind words, you are right though. You are waaay too young. No offense but it just seems wrong for some reason. Hope you find what you are looking for.

Kate

Done she thought, she'd reply to JakeD a little later. Time to get dressed and get some work done. Starting with removing some more old pictures and replacing them with new ones. A little different look around the house wouldn't hurt a thing. As she moved about her thoughts kept going back to Kizer. What the hell was she, or he thinking, 18 years old and hitting on a woman her age did have a certain excitement about it. She felt like a pervert for having even the slightest thoughts about it. He did have a nice body from what she could see and his words seemed so mature for someone his age.

"Stop it Kate" she would say over and over. Something was causing her mind to see images of such a young man fucking her and this same "something" enticed her to check for new messages. Throughout the morning, she kept looking, no new messages would appear over and over.

Kizer felt somewhat disappointed as he read the reply. Not what he wanted to hear but is was expected. He began to write back and he couldn't help but feel a little shamed at posing but like a drug of euphoria, he was unable to stop. He had already come this far, may as well see how much further he could push it.

Hi Kate,

I can understand your concern. May I just add, what would it hurt just to talk online, email, chat or whatever. I'm so very curious about things and looking for someone to guide me perhaps. My interest varies from one day to another, from one fantasy to another and I feel like I may be a little lost as to where I want to go. As I said in my first email, I'm not very experienced but I want to learn about the sexual escapades of life. Maybe I'm looking for a teacher, maybe guidance or maybe just someone to share things with. Now I don't know about your experiences but they have to be greater than mine, at least in the psychological sense. I won't bother you again but I would really like it if we just talked even.

Kizer)

"Mom I'm home", he shouted as he walked in the door. "How about some lunch, I stopped by and got us something to eat? That is of course if your hangover has gone away."

"I don't have a hangover, I told you this morning. I'm starving, first I'm going to take a quick shower. Go ahead and eat if you want."

"That's ok, I'll wait for you, maybe we can watch a movie or something."