Curious Kat Pt. 02 Pussy Kat

This story follows my story "Curious Kat" (, 7/28/2026). When dad's away, Kat will play.

Who would have thought it. My mother enjoys pornographic videos.

I've been eighteen for over three months and am finishing my senior year in high school. I had unrealistic expectations of how my life would change when I turned eighteen, especially my sex life. I was painfully wrong and I turned to available alternatives to actual sex, specifically online triple X videos.

Pornographic videos and movies became my life. I spent hours, even days, alone in my bedroom with my laptop computer watching graphic, and sometimes instructive, videos. At least until the Sunday morning when my father left on an extended business trip to Europe.

Within hours of his leaving, my mother, Katarina, Kat to my father, was missing his presence. She turned to me for company, shared meals, meaningless conversations, trips to the market, and evening movies all designed to fill in the gaps in her life exposed by my father's absence.

All of these requirements interfered with my ability to watch new videos and rewatch others. I unadvisedly resorted to watching videos on my laptop while simultaneously watching the movie Mom was watching on the television.

Monday morning, the day after Dad left, Mom was actively engaging me in conversations and activities with her. Late morning, I managed to slip away to my bedroom, strip down to my boxer briefs, and begin to watch videos. It wasn't long before Mom located me and invited herself into my bedroom. I quickly covered myself and put my laptop aside.

Mom sat on the side of my bed and, curious about what I was watching, picked up my laptop. Reluctantly, I provided my pin and Mom clicked on an interesting icon on the desktop. The screen filled with a full page of miniature photos, most of them showing images of naked women and several of them showing explicit sexual activity. Mom seemed stunned for a moment before she calmly asked, "Which one is your favorite?"

I was as stunned at her question as she was viewing the screen full of images. Trapped, I started a video. Mom watched the entire eleven-minute video and left my bedroom without a comment.

I was mystified by her reaction. She had caught me red-handed watching porn on the internet. She had watched a short video with me and then, without comment or anger, simply left. My confusion was relieved after dinner that night when she asked to watch a movie. Not just any movie. Another, longer, pornographic movie.

I assumed that meant that she actually liked the movie's content and approved of my watching it.

My confusion returned when, after the movie, Mom simply said, "Good night," and left the room.

I was having trouble sleeping that night trying to understand the state of my relationship with my mother. In the middle of the night, Mom came into my room unannounced. We had a short conversation about my attraction to adult movies with Mom concluding that I had a deficit of other outlets for sexual satisfaction, other than herself.

I was stunned and even more confused than before. Was Mom just commenting on my internal conflicts or was she inviting me to direct my sexual hangups toward her? It took every ounce of my courage to walk down the hall to her room and knock on the door. She invited me inside. "Mom?" I questioned.

She invited me to call her Kat. She explained that we had similar problems and she didn't think either of us wanted to masturbate to online videos.

It's difficult to describe the relief I felt at her offer. She was already naked in the bed and seconds later so was I. When she whispered, "Touch me," I eagerly touched and then sucked on her nipples. When she followed up with "I want you to fuck me so much," I slipped inside her until I could go no further.

We spent the rest of the night honing our technique and duration.

Kat served me breakfast naked and we went into the living room to watch another explicit movie. When the recorded couple was joined by a second woman, Kat paused the movie and asked me if that was one of my fantasies.

We didn't finish the movie. Kat met me in the bedroom where we started a series of sexually pleasing activities. We were deeply involved in a slow, relaxed, eyes-closed emotional screw when the doorbell rang.

I ignored the doorbell and continued to stroke within Kat but the moment was already spoiled. "Aren't you going to answer it?" asked Kat.

"Why me?" I asked. "It's your house."

"You're on top," Kat said with the smile I couldn't resist.

I slipped out of her and got off the bed. I was searching for my boxer shorts when Kat asked, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for my shorts," I told her.

"Forget them. Just answer the door," Kat directed.

"I sense a setup," I commented.

The doorbell rang again. "Just answer the door," Kat reiterated with another smile.

I padded through the dimly lit house barefoot and bare assed towards the front door. I cracked the door open and stood behind it. I recognized the person on the doorstep. "Aunt Kathy! What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Are you going to invite me in?" Aunt Kathy asked.

Trapped between a rock and a hard place, I opened the door further and Aunt Kathy stepped inside. "Oh my," she uttered noticing my naked and still erect cock. "Did I interrupt something?"

Aunt Kathy is my mother's younger sister. They're six years apart. Aunt Kathy is the more adventurous and friskier of the sisters. She's been married three times. Her first two husbands cut her loose when they discovered her extramarital proclivities. Her third husband seems okay with her sexuality and frequently participates in her adventures.

That day Aunt Kathy was dressed in open-toed sandals and a tight, low-cut, calf-length satin sheath that stretched over her body and left little to the imagination. Her hair was similar to Kat's and her breasts larger. Her nipples distorted the fabric invitingly and confirmed she wasn't wearing a bra. I wondered if she also wasn't wearing panties. I didn't see panty lines.

She closed the door behind her and raised her gaze to my eyes. "You know you can hug me," she instructed.

I hugged her. Her breasts crushed against my chest. As we separated, she slowed and dragged her breast across my hand. She paused, I squeezed, she smiled, and I let my hand fall.

At that moment, Kat strolled out of the bedroom. She was wearing the exact same satin gown that Kathy wore. I knew she wasn't wearing underwear. "Hi Kathy," Kat intoned. "What a nice surprise."

"Surprise?" I asked. "I'm pretty sure you knew she was coming and what she would be wearing."

Kat laughed. "There's no fooling you,"

she admitted. "I called her earlier after watching that film."

"What film?" Kathy asked.

"Dan and I were watching a movie after breakfast that involved a single guy with two women," Kat told Kathy.

"How did that work out?" asked Kathy.

"I don't have a clue," answered Kat. "We didn't watch the end."

"We could watch now," suggested Kathy.

"It's almost noon," informed Kat. "How about after lunch?"

"I could use something to eat," agreed Kathy.

"I should put something on," I suggested.

"Why would you do that and spoil our fun?" asked Kathy with a sly grin. "I haven't seen you naked since I changed one of your diapers and I have to admit, the change is quite spectacular."

"She's right," agreed Kat.

We headed for the kitchen and lunch. The women in their identical slinky white gowns and me in my birthday suit now with a relaxed penis.

"Have seats while I pull together something for lunch," suggested Kat.

I sat on a chair at the kitchen table. Kathy turned my chair away from the table, pulled up her gown and sat on my lap. She wiggled around more for position than comfort. When she felt she was properly positioned, she used one hand to separate her labia and tuck the head of my penis in the center.

I could feel my penis reacting to the warmth of her vagina. Kathy made small adjustments with her hand and my penis grew between her labia. Over the next several seconds, my penis continued on target like a heat seeking missile following the heat signature of her vagina. One more adjustment and my cock slipped inside her and continued to grow until I was fully erect almost to the point of being painful.

I pushed my hips up against Kathy. She shifted her hips in response. Soon we were engaged in a push-push relationship as my erection contacted her cervix deep inside her.

"What are you two up to over there?" Kat asked as she turned from the refrigerator with an armload of cold cuts and rolls. "Really, Kathy," she commented.

"Couldn't help myself," Kathy grinned. "And I don't hear Dan complaining."

"He never complains," laughed Kat.

"How long have you known that?" asked Kathy while pumping up and down on my lap.

"Since yesterday," confessed Kat.

"Yesterday? I would have guessed earlier, much earlier," commented Kathy.

"It is what it is," responded Kat. "Neither of us is complaining.

I delivered a rich mixture of sperm and semen inside Kathy. She vibrated noticeably, picked up a kitchen towel, and she moved to another chair for lunch.

After lunch and the necessary extra clean up, we started for the bedroom. "Can I see the rest of the movie?" Kathy asked.

"Why not?" said Kat. We gathered in the living room and Kat turned on the television. On the screen was the scene on which Kat had paused the movie with a white triangle in the center. Kat tapped on the triangle on my laptop and we watched the movie play out. Quickly, everyone was naked and the women were on their knees sharing oral ministrations with the man's erection.

"Okay, I've seen enough," said Kathy and she started for the bedroom followed my Kat. I terminated the movie on my laptop, turned off the television, and followed them.

When I arrived in the bedroom, Kat and Kathy were standing by the bed hugging and kissing each other. "Am I interrupting anything?" I asked.

"Not at all," answered Kathy. "Just warming up for you."

She sat me on the edge of the bed and she stood next to Kat in front of me. In a choreographed move, they slowly pulled up their gowns revealing their almost identical pussies, then their substantial breasts, and removed the gowns over their heads. Seeing Kathy naked was breathtaking. Seeing both of them naked, side by side, was suffocating.

I was unable to speak coherently for several seconds. "Well," said Kat. "What do you think?"

Thinking was as difficult as speaking. Managing to get my wits about me, I said, "I didn't know visiting angels came unwrapped."

"Meaning?" asked Kat.

"Meaning," I said thinking quickly, "that you two are the most beautiful women I've ever seen, on or off screen."

"The man has a silver tongue," commented Kat.

"Should we put it to good use?" asked Kathy.

They put out their hands and stood me between them. I put my arms around each of their waists and waited. Kat was the first one to kiss me. There was something in the kiss more than the kisses we had shared earlier. I think it was demonstrating to Kathy what was possible. Kathy kissed me, quickly pushing her tongue between my lips and into my compliant mouth.

I was beginning to believe my expectations when Kathy arrived were about to be met. I removed my arm from around Kat's waist and palmed Kathy's breast as we kissed. Her kiss intensified and her hand descended to my budding erection and wrapped her fingers around it. She guided me to the side of the bed, sat me down, and pushed me on my back. She knelt between my legs and wrapped her mouth around my nearly complete erection.

Kat knelt on the bed next to me and kissed me. I slid an arm between Kat's breasts, over her abdomen, through her pubic hair, and between her very wet labia. Kat intensified our kiss, shifted forward to improve my hand position, and I slid two fingers into her vagina.

She moaned into my mouth. Kathy looked up to see what was happening and tried to push me further up on the bed. With Kat's help they positioned me in the center of the bed. Kathy climbed on the bed, positioned herself over my hips and slid down with me inside her.

She was happily bouncing up and down on me when Kat repositioned herself over my head. I put both hands on Kat's hips and guided her down and back so I could tease her clitoris with my tongue. The women joyfully kissed each other and hefted each other's breasts.

I guided Kat's position forward and slid my tongue between her labia until it was positioned at the opening of her vagina. I curled my tongue and pushed it inside her as far as I could. It wasn't far but it seemed to be enough. Kat moaned loudly, put her hands on Kathy's shoulders for balance, and pushed and wiggled her vagina down against my tongue.

"Silver tongue?" asked Kathy.

"I have no words to describe it," choked Kat as every muscle in her body tensed in preparation for a massive orgasm. I beat her to it. I erupted inside Kathy. Kathy responded with a loss of control and a loss of contact with me. Somehow, Kat held out for several more seconds before she unleashed viscous organic mucus over my face, chin, and neck.

We fell together in a loose pile of naked and sweaty bodies. Kathy was gently removing Kat's fluids from my face with two fingers that she sucked dry in her mouth. Two more fingers of fluid was fed to Kat and a final two to me. We laughed giddily, kissed wildly and shared our bodies willingly. I reveled in more naked tits than I could handle while the two women vied for positions in and around my cock and balls.

Eventually, we maneuvered to positions sitting on the bed. Kathy pointed to me. "You made a mess out of Dan," she said to Kat.

"You're not exactly sparkling clean yourself," commented Kat. "That looks like semen draining out of your pussy and down your legs onto the bed."

"Not much different from you, Kat," echoed Kathy. "Only it's self-generated."

"Sounds like a shower opportunity to me," suggested Kat. "Our shower is comfortable for two but I think three is possible."

We headed for the shower. Kat's observation was correct. We managed to all be together in the shower, although we were constantly in contact with at least one other person at all times. Both Kat and Kathy tried to both manually and orally prepare me for what they described as "fun," but it was too soon. I needed more refractory time.

After the shower, Kat and Kathy grabbed a couple of hand towels and we settled on the sofa in the living room with me naked and sitting between two naked women twice my age. Along the way, we stopped in the kitchen for three large glasses of water.

The women put their hands on my thighs, sipped their water, and discussed the events of the afternoon. The conversation morphed into Kat's plans for the evening. "You are staying the night, right?" she asked Kathy.

"Shit," exclaimed Kathy. "What time is it?"

"Almost four."

"I have to leave now. Jon is expecting me to be home and preparing dinner," Kathy told us. "And I won't be staying the night."

Three minutes and one kiss later, Kathy was dressed and on the way home.

"I'll check with her in the morning," said Kay. "Meanwhile, we have all night together."

"That would be nice," I confirmed.

Dad called to check in at four in the afternoon. It was ten pm in Europe and he was preparing to go to bed. He told Kat that he wouldn't call in the morning since it would be the middle of the night where we were and he still didn't have a schedule for his return home.

We spent the rest of the afternoon watching another steamy movie that got Kat's engine purring. After draining my prostrate and Kat's vagina, we headed for another shower and a late dinner. We ordered takeout Chinese via Uber Eats. When the doorbell rang, I dared Kat to answer it nude. It was a joke but she did it anyway. I thought the teenager delivering our dinner was going to faint. He didn't get much relief when Kat asked him what he was expecting as a tip. He left happy with a ten-dollar bill and a story to tell.

We slept together that night and only had sex twice. In the morning, Kat and I talked about the sex between us. She suggested that we don't overdue it. She was concerned that too much sex would spoil the specialness she felt during sex with me. She compared it eating steak every day until you couldn't look at it anymore. She suggested that Kathy's visits would add some variation that would sustain us nicely.

A pattern began to form. We had morning sex either in bed or after breakfast. We spent the rest of the morning doing our usual chores, mine being catching up on the latest videos and Kat leaving to obtain necessary supplies. We had lunch, spent the rest of afternoon together watching a movie followed by sex. Kathy visited some days before lunch and left before four.

Dad called as promised around four. The evening movie was something from Netflix or Prime with us content to just sitting close together and touching each other suggestively. We slept together, sometimes without sex beforehand.

That was working well for both of us until Wednesday. Dad had been away for eleven days and he let mom know that the deal he had been working on had closed that afternoon and he would be on a flight home the next morning. He hoped that Mom could pick him up at the airport at about three-thirty our time. He added that enforced abstinence was driving him crazy and that she should greet him with open arms and legs.

We had less than twenty-four more hours together. Kat called Kathy and cancelled her visit the next day and we sat down to discuss how we would spend the time together and what things would look like after dad got home.

Kat wondered out loud whether she should save herself to give dad a joyous and orgasmic welcome home. She considered the options. She calculated that Dad would be so horny that his first orgasms would be so quick that her preparations would be unnoticed. She opted instead for as much sex as we could manage before heading for the airport to pick up dad.

As to how to continue our relationship after Thursday, Mom was concerned. Dad worked five days a week and left us time together during the week. She was concerned that Dad frequently came home early without notice and she didn't want us to get caught together. She also didn't want questions about why there were clean sheets on the bed every day. We could manage sex together if we were together early in the day and somewhere else, like my bedroom. We obviously couldn't sleep together.

Kathy called in the evening, whispering into the phone so Jon wouldn't hear her. She was concerned about her participation. She told us that Jon frequently traveled for business and she suggested that we meet at her house. That eased some of the problems but not the evening and overnight ones. Kat couldn't spend the night with Kathy but I couldn't. Kat didn't like the solution and she agreed hesitantly.

Sex that night and the next morning was a continuous activity. We skipped movies, dinner, breakfast and lunch on Thursday. Early Thursday afternoon, we showered together and had prolonged emotional sex. The kind of sex that says more about the relationship than the sex itself. Afterward, Kat had just enough time to make the bed, take another shower and head out to pick up dad. On the way out the door, she kissed me and shared that she was a trifle sore and she hoped Dad wouldn't notice when they got home.

I settled into my old pattern of surfing the web for new and interesting video. I had a new appreciation for sex and my selections were more focused and realistic.

When Mom and Dad returned from the airport, and after a quick "Hi" to me from Dad, he and Mom disappeared in their bedroom. I didn't hear from them until breakfast the next morning before Dad left for work.

Kat and I didn't attempt sex. She had almost no sleep the night before and her soreness was considerably more pronounced. I understood. We did settle for some oral sex and a tit fuck.

The weekend was a total loss. All Kat and I could do was to sneak looks at each other with sorrowful expressions.

I did visit Kathy for a couple of hours on Sunday afternoon when Jon was playing golf.

Monday afternoon just after lunch, Dad came home early with good news. The negotiation he led in Europe was such a success that management of his firm was promoting him. He would have a new position, an increased staff, and a significant raise.

He wanted to celebrate with Mom. Instead, they went to dinner that evening.

At dinner, Dad related the rest of the news. The new job would require longer hours and significant travel, some of it extensive.

Things were looking up. Kat and I postponed celebrating until Tuesday morning after breakfast and after Dad left for work.