Katelyn Price and her husband, Todd, moved in next door with their two kids a couple of years back. It was nice to have a young couple with kids to liven up our little part of the world. My wife and I bought our house on the outskirts of town nearly twenty years ago.  It was a nice-sized lot surrounded on two sides by a marsh. We loved it because the only house next to ours was Todd and Kate’s, and the marsh kept developers from mucking up the view with subdivisions or apartment complexes.

The house had sat empty for a long time while ol man Winter’s kids fought over his will until it was sold to the young couple. It was nice to see it go to a young family. My wife and I could sit for hours and listen to the children playing in the yard. Too bad she hadn’t lived long enough to enjoy it.

Kate and her husband were teachers until she was abruptly put on administrative leave last year. It was none of my business, but I’d heard rumors about a high school boy who had made pictures of Kate with big breasts. Occasionally, I’d hear Kate and Todd arguing about it. He wanted her to go back to work, but she said she couldn’t face the humiliation, especially from high schoolers. It was quite the contentious topic, and the two had been going at it for months as the new school year approached.

I sat on the back porch one morning, drinking coffee. It was the second week in September, and Kate was getting the kids onto the school bus. She stepped out a few minutes after getting the kids on the bus. She noticed me and waved like she did every morning, only today, instead of waving back, I held up a pot of coffee and called her over. She trotted over, fuzzy slippers and all.

Even without makeup, Kate was so pretty that you could mistake her for a model. She reminded me of Twiggy from when I was a kid. Super thin, with long legs and zero boobs. Couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds. She mentioned once that she’d been a ballerina in college. Yup, she sure had a dancer's body.

She grabbed a mug from the coffee hutch that sat next to the patio door and poured herself a cup of coffee. I passed her the bottle of whiskey that I poured in my coffee every morning. “A bit early for that, isn’t it?” She poured some in her mug anyway.

Over the next couple of hours, Katelyn poured out everything that she’d gone through over the last six months. She told me about the picture the student had spread around and explained that was why she and Todd had been fighting so much.  She even confided in me that her and her husband hadn’t been intimate in months.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be dumping all of this on you.” She stood to leave.

“Anytime, Kate. You needed someone to listen. And I’ve been checking you out this whole time,” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“You’re horrible, Don—a good listener, but horrible all the same. Thank you for this. I did need a sympathetic ear.” She bent over and kissed me on the cheek. I did get a peek down her pajamas, catching a glimpse of one of her nipples.

“Just so you know, I did just see your boob.”

“Stop that,” she laughed as she walked back to her house.

Kate would come over a couple of times a week to do an emotion dump, and I’d make flirty comments to make her laugh. Then she’d tell me how incorrigible I was as she walked away.

One morning, it was raining when I came out to the porch. It was a light rain, little more than a sprinkle, and I heard Todd leave with the kids so they wouldn’t have to wait at the bus stop. Katelyn stepped out in her pajamas a few minutes later. She stood there staring vacantly towards the marsh until a doe appeared out of the tall marsh grasses and caught both of our attentions. She noticed me and walked over.

It was raining harder than I thought, and it had soaked through her white cotton shirt, making her shirt cling to her chest. I could see her nipples clearly when she took a seat next to me.

“Would you like a robe?”

Kate looked down to see her shirt clinging to her chest. She then lifted her shirt to wring out the water, exposing her breasts.

“You’re getting a little too comfortable around me, Kate.”

“They’re only boobs. Can hardly call them that,” she said, holding her shirt up to jiggle what she had back and forth. “What Mother Nature didn’t give me in size, she made up for it with sensitivity. God, how I would cum whenever someone sucked on them. I’m not getting much of anything right now.” Kate sat tweaking her nipples.

“The size doesn’t matter. Any boobs are good boobs, and there’ll always be someone who thinks they’re attractive.” I poured some whiskey into her mug, and then held up my mug, saying. “To boobs!”

Kate clinked my cup, replying. “With sensitive nipples.”

“With sensitive nipples,” I repeated, making her laugh. “I know an old man who could help you out. I’m not talking about fuckin or anything, just some good ol nipple play.”

My words hung there as she contemplated what I had said. “You’re not that old.”  Kate was right. Fifty-eight wasn’t old. It just felt like it after my wife had passed. Between her life insurance and our investments, I had enough to retire early.

She lifted the bottle to her lips and took a couple of big gulps, then stood in front of me while she pulled her top over her head. I wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her close and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Her knees wobbled slightly when I started tweaking her other nipple with my free hand. Her breathing deepened, and she let out a faint gasp as a wave of pleasure flushed through her body. “You can be so bad sometimes.” Her sultry words were barely audible. She slipped her hand down the front of her pajama bottoms. “Feel how wet you’re making me.”

I stuck my hand down with hers, and dipped my fingers into her warm, wet pussy, making her knees weaken even more. She grabbed onto my shoulders with both hands, digging her fingernails into my flesh while I diddled her cooch. Her short, bated breath quickly turned to pleasure.

I continued to suck her nipples while flicking her bean, causing her to cry out as an orgasm rocked her petite body. “Oh. Ahh, ahh. God, don’t stop,” she whimpered. I fingered her pussy through a couple of orgasms before asking her to take off her bottoms.

“We can’t. Don, we can’t.”

“No fucking, Kate. Just let me lick your pussy a little,” I begged.

Kate was so horny that I didn’t have to ask twice. She shucked her bottoms down to her ankles and stepped out of one leg. I scooped her up by her bare ass and placed her on the edge of the table. It was the perfect height for me to be able to play with her nipples while I licked her hole.

She spread her legs as I knelt next to the table. Her blood-engorged clitoris poked out the top of her dribbling slit. “Nectar of the gods,” I thought when I ran my tongue through the folds of her labia.

This was my first opportunity to eat pussy since my wife had passed, and it reminded me of how much I craved eating my wife’s pussy. I loved how it felt as my tongue slid over her pussy lips, and I thirsted for the taste of her juices when I’d make her cum. Of course, licking my wife’s pussy was like eating out a wookie, not like Kate's bald beaver. “Is it called a beaver if it’s shaved?” I thought as I flicked Kate’s bean with my tongue.

I sucked her clit between my lips and batted it like a boxer with his speed bag. Kate squealed as another orgasm coursed through her. Looking up from between her legs, I watched her pull her nipples, stretching them as if she were trying to tear them from her body. That’s when I plunged two fingers back into her tight little twat, and proceeded to finger fuck her until she screamed in ecstasy. I thought there was no way that she could have birthed two babies cuz she was so tight.

“Ahhhh!” she gasped as she clamped her legs together tightly around my head. Her hips bucked sporadically while she convulsed in climax. She brought her knees to her chest, simultaneously expelling my head from between them. She lay there writhing while she rode out the storm. Her legs twisted around each other so tightly that it looked like she was wringing herself out like a washcloth. I watched in awe, as I had never made Martha cum this hard.

Kate stumbled drunkenly to her feet from the toe-curling orgasm that I’d given her.

“I... I should go,” she mumbled incoherently.

“Please don’t, Kate. I don’t want things to get weird between us, or for you to avoid me because of this. This is the closest that I’ve been to anyone since my barista.” It took her a few seconds to realize that I was talking about my right hand.

Kate laughed hysterically as she stepped into her PJ’s and slumped back into her chair.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” she panted, catching her breath.

“Why’s that?”

“Because now I’m going to sit here and feel guilty for not returning the favor. It’s not that I feel like I have to, or anything. But now, more than anything, I want to suck your cock.” Kate got on her knees, telling me to pull out my cock.

I objected, telling her that I wasn’t looking for anything in return. I was happy enough to be there for her. “Nonsense. I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock for days.”

I tried to stop her from reaching into my waistband, asking her if this was really what she wanted. She responded by undoing my pants. “Nonsense. I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock for days. I want this,” she said as she pulled my boner out.

“Do you mind if I stand for this, Kate?”

Kate pushed my chair back as I stood and let my pants fall to the floor.  I placed my hands on her head when she took my cock back into her mouth. “Is this alright?” She nodded as she began sucking again.

I wanted to make this last as long as possible, but her mouth felt so amazing, and my arousal got the better of me. I started thrusting my cock into her mouth. “You okay, sweetie?” Again she nodded, giving me the go-ahead to fuck her mouth.

Kate pulled away to wipe the drool from her chin. “Don’t worry about hurting me. I can take it. I know that it’s been a while for you, so don’t hold back. I can always suck you off again later if you want,” she said, gasping for air.

I began humping as soon as she sucked my cock back into her mouth. She took every thrust like a pro, and I was only able to hold out for a few minutes before dumping my nuts down her throat. “Dammmn, Kate. That feels so gooood!” I groaned. And true to her word, she blew me again a half hour later.

By the end of September, things seemed to get better between the two of them. At least, according to Kate, they were sleeping in the same bed, and had been intimate a couple of times. Adding that  He’d had sex, not they’d had sex.

I asked if she wanted to stop coming over in the mornings, or go back to just being friends. She told me she couldn’t bring herself to stop our morning sessions. “It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it. I did, because as he was on top of me I thought of you.” Kate undid her robe as she stood, revealing that she was naked.

As had become our norm, I sucked her nipples while I fingered her through a couple of orgasms. Only this time, instead of sucking me off, she then told me to slide forward on my seat while she pulled down my pants. She straddled my waist and hooked her feet over my knees.

Kate stuck her tits in my face to suck and began to slide her pussy along the length of my rigid cock. She ground her cunt on my cock, whispering under her breath. I tried to make it out as she mumbled something that started with the letter D. At first I thought she was saying my name, Donny, but the more she said it, the clearer it became. “Daddy.” She’d been saying Daddy under her breath.

“It’s okay, honey. Come for Daddy. Come on, sweetie. Come for me,” I whispered, encouragingly.

“Ohhh, Daddy,” she said with a newfound boldness. “I’m cumming, Daddy!”

The warm flush on her silken pussy lips was more than I could bear. “I’m sorry, Katie. I’m cummmm..." Kate clamped her lips over mine, kissing me passionately as she continued to my cock, cum, and all. I expected that Kate would climb off, but she just leaned back and rubbed her clit until her orgasm subsided.

“I hope calling you Daddy didn’t creep you out.”

“Martha would call me that. We never had children, so we thought it was a safe fantasy.”

“My dad’s name was Don. I never knew him cuz he passed away before I was born. It’s been a safe fantasy for me because I grew up without a dad. Todd would never understand, so I mutter it under my breath.”

Despite the improvements in her marriage, Kate visited almost daily through the remainder of October and November. Sometimes we would only talk, and other times she’d suck or grind on my cock after I sucked her nipples enough to make her horny. And she’d always call me, Daddy.

The peace in their house ended the Sunday before Thanksgiving. I was getting ready for winter by installing the windows on the back porch. They came outside so that they wouldn’t argue in front of the children.

“I want to announce that we’re having…” I overheard Todd say.

“You know that they’ll only browbeat me about not working, anyway! Besides, we just found out. It’s too early to tell anyone. Kate shouted back.

“Suit yourself. I’m going and taking the kids!”

Kate softened her voice. “Go ahead and go, but please don’t tell them yet. We’ll surprise them at Christmas.” Kate led him back inside.

I was genuinely happy for Kate. I assumed her visits would end so she could focus on their family, but that’s not what she had in mind at all. She didn’t come over until Wednesday, when Todd took the kids to his parents for Thanksgiving. She apologized for how I found out. She’d wanted to wait and tell me when she was certain.  

“I missed my period, and certain smells started turning my stomach. I never had morning sickness with my first two pregnancies, and now I’m horny all the time.”

I was about to ask her if she wanted to stop coming over and really focus on their marriage, but I didn’t have a chance.

“Take me to bed, Daddy,” she said while she slipped off her robe.

Kate wrapped her legs around my waist, kissing me passionately while I carried her, naked, to my bedroom and placed her on the bed. I slipped my pants down and started rubbing my throbbing cock over her pussy lips. She pinched and pulled her nipples, gasping. “Put it in, Daddy.”

I was amazed at the way her tight little twat gripped my cock. Fuck she was light.  I bent forward and sucked one of her nipples as hard as I could, eliciting a gasp through her clenched teeth. “Suck it, Daddy! Suck it hard!” Kate squealed as she came.

“Get on the bed, Katie, honey,” I said, stripping off the rest of my clothes.

I got between her legs to eat her pussy for a minute before sticking my cock back into her pussy, making passionate love. We used this opportunity to fuck each other's brains out for the next three days. Kate took countless loads from me that weekend. Some she drank. Some got shot across her face, and the rest got dumped into her mommy hole. She’d say, “Thank you, Daddy,” after every one. If she wasn’t pregnant before, she definitely was now.

Except for weekends and holidays, we were together almost daily throughout the remainder of her pregnancy. Then, on the thirtieth of May, I heard a scream come from their house while I was in my backyard. Of course, I went running. Todd looked pretty frazzled, standing there with Kate clinging to one arm and her maternity bag over the other. Panicked, I shouted. “Go! I’ll bring the kids when you’re ready.” Todd called a few hours later.

The kids were really excited when they walked in and saw their mom holding their baby brother. “What’s his name? What’s his name?” They asked in unison.

We all waited for Kate’s answer. “I’m leaning towards Donny, after my Daddy.”