OCD Lady

Some may know me from other sites as A.J. Brown. I hope you enjoy this story.

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OCD Lady

By A.J. Brown

“I really appreciate you doing this,” Josh said.

He looked around at Kathy’s house. This was definitely the polar opposite of the dormitory he had been living in. He knew he was going to be living in a much bigger place than his dorm room but this place looked like a mansion. He didn’t know what this woman did for a living but she had to be making good money to be living in a place like this.

“Really, it’s no problem at all,” she said. “I’m happy to help. I was in college once upon a time too back in the dinosaur days. I still remember what it’s like. Seems fun for many at first until they realize how that lifestyle affects their studies. You are doing the right thing.” She had a high, feminine voice but she spoke with a disciplinary tone. Josh was going to have to deal with that. Kathy was 43-years-old. She was a year older than both of his parents.

He looked around the place. Her furniture looked extremely expensive. Her couch and her loveseat in her living room were both a bright white and looked spotless. He certainly didn’t plan on even having a snack in that living room as it looked like if he spilled a drop of anything on the furniture it would stick out like a sore thumb. His ex-roommate wouldn’t have lasted long in this place at all.

Kathy had dark hair that was well taken care of. It contrasted with her pale skin on her face. She wore a lot of make-up. She had a face that looked like it may have been attractive 20 years ago. It probably was to men her age as well, as he had to admit that she was better looking than most middle-aged women, but 43-year-old women weren’t his thing either way. She wore an expensive-looking red, long-sleeved shirt. Her fingernails were long, and painted a shiny red. Her jeans were tight to her legs. He looked at her butt in the tight jeans. It looked athletic and was just big enough to look good on her otherwise thin body. He thought about the fact if he just saw those legs and hadn’t seen her face or known her age that he’d probably find them sexy.

He quickly got that thought out of his head. Josh was 20-years-old. That was the age of girls he liked. If his peers found out he was getting turned on by a 43-year-old woman that was letting him live with her he’d have that reputation follow up in the next two and a half years and ruin his college experience. He looked down at her feet. She was barefoot and her pale feet really stuck out with her dark blue jeans which went down just above her ankles. Her feet looked very soft and smooth for a 43-year-old woman’s. She had bright red toenail polish on and although her feet stood out, they looked little, and couldn’t have been bigger than a size 6. He found it bothersome for some reason that she was barefoot when she was fully clothed otherwise. He really wished she’d put some socks on. He forced himself to look away from her feet. When he looked up he saw her looking right at him which he hadn’t realized. She had a bit of a smile on her face, almost looking like she had ‘caught’ him or something.

“I’m pretty easy going,” she said to him and her expression made it seem like she was no longer thinking about him looking at her feet. Or she never had noticed it to begin with and it had just been in his head. “All I ask is that you keep the place clean.”

“If that’s all you ask of me then we’re going to get along just fine. That was probably the worst part about living in the dorms for me. Even worse than all of the noise. I’m pretty much a neat freak as well. Even my parents weren’t really that clean. Drove me nuts about them but they were spic and span compared to the nasty dorms.”

“Oh goodness, I’m getting sick just thinking about that. Come, let me show you to your room.”

She walked him through her enormous, spotless house to the bedroom that she had made up for him. The room looked like it was an apartment in itself. There was a 50 inch TV in there, with a king-sized bed and a nice fluffy comforter on the top of it. The room was spotless like the rest of the house with a ceiling fan that was on. Katherine had volunteered for a program to take on college students that needed room and board for free. He had imagined that whomever he was going to be assigned to had to be well-off in order to be able to do something like this. For her, that was an understatement. Living by herself in this palace, he knew she was really loaded.

“I took the liberty of labeling all your drawers for you,” she said. She pointed to the dresser in the room. Each drawer had a label on it listing, socks, shirts, shorts, pants, and underwear. “I’ll give you some privacy so you can get set up in here. Dinner will be promptly at 5.”

She smiled at him and left the room. She had to be kidding about labeling the drawers. He wondered if he should actually put the clothes in the drawers as they were labeled. She seemed pretty orderly so he didn’t want to piss her off by not doing it, though even though he was living in her house, he didn’t think it was her business how he arranged his clothes. And if she was joking it would be pretty embarrassing if she came in and saw that he actually did it. He decided to go ahead and do it. He could always say he was just playing along with her joke.

“Wake up sleepy head!” he was woken up to the next morning.

He was startled, not sure if he was dreaming. The first thing he saw was Kathy leaning over his bed with that attractive face of hers but looking stressed that he wasn’t responding to her right away. He wanted to punch her in that face as he didn’t hate anything more than being woken up. He looked at the clock in the room – it was 5:30 in the morning. It was a sin to wake a college student up that early.

He had slept in nothing but his boxers and he realized that she had pulled his entire comforter off of him. He looked down to see he had a massive hard on that had popped out the front hole of his underwear. He quickly covered himself then looked back up at her with a look of anger. She looked back like she knew exactly what he was thinking and gave him a disciplinary look.

“Oh stop being ridiculous,” she said like she was angry with him. “You know how many of those I’ve seen in my life? No different than seeing a cloud in the sky for me. Now put something on and come downstairs. Your breakfast is getting cold.”

Breakfast? Was she serious? He hardly ever ate breakfast. And he never ate anything before eight in the morning.

“I’ll pass,” he said and he put his blanket over his head to show his frustration. He didn’t realize that she had walked back towards him until he heard her bare feet walking on the carpet right next to him. She yanked the blanket off of his head and was looking down at him with a look of anger and shock like he had just called her a nasty name or something.

“Now!” she yelled. Her voice got deeper and it was extremely loud.

He didn’t like the messiness of the dorms but there was no way he was going to live here if she was going to be making him get up at 5:30 in the morning every day. But she was looking down at him like if he dared defy her that there was going to be quite the screaming match and if that happened he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep anyway, even when it was over. He figured the best thing to do would be to get on her good side now by doing what she wanted and then having a talk with her when she calmed down later about what he wasn’t going to tolerate.

“OK, I’m coming.”

“Good boy,” she said. She cracked a bit of a smile. She was tough to read. He couldn’t tell by the look if she was happy she got her way or if she felt a little guilty for what she had done. She also looked like she might start crying. That actually scared him a little too. She turned around and left the room.

Wearing just a t-shirt and shorts, he walked down into her kitchen that had way too many lights on for being this early in the morning. He looked at the table in the dining room that was connected to the kitchen and saw an enormous plate of food set up which he hoped was for her because there was no way he was going to be able to eat all of that. There was a stack of pancakes with some eggs and sausage next to it, a bowl of cereal that appeared to be cornflakes, and a bowl of different fruits. There was a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice. She was walking around the kitchen doing various things and looking stressed out. She was already completely dressed, she looked showered with her hair done, and she looked like she had already been awake for at least an hour. She was dressed similarly to the way she was the previous day only this time the shirt was black and her tight jeans were a bit lighter. She was barefoot again and he couldn’t get over how soft her feet looked. The red toenail polish she had on looked shiny and fresh like she had just put on another coat that morning.

“Well go on,” she said a bit impatiently and she motioned for him to go over to the table. “Have a seat and eat.”

“Is that all mine?”

“Yes, it’s yours. I’m OK with just a cup of coffee and a pear. But I really need to watch my weight. I’m getting too heavy as it is. You, on the other hand, are a growing boy and need to eat. You are too skinny.” She was skinnier than he was but that wasn’t a debate he was going to get into.

“You know I’m really not that…”

“Sit!” she ordered.

What he saw when she said that was an image that frightened him. She was holding a butter knife and she pointed it directly at him with a look on her face like she wasn’t going to tolerate any kind of disagreement from him. He knew he shouldn’t tolerate her doing that but he was afraid if he did anything but sit that she was going to charge at him with that knife. This was something else he was going to have to talk with her about – but not now. She seemed to be having a rough morning and he’d wait until he got back from classes later when she’d hopefully be a bit more relaxed. She hadn’t seemed bad the previous evening. He had a seat and she continued to roam around the kitchen, cleaning one spot, looking like she was going to put something away, but then going back and cleaning the exact same spot she had just cleaned.

“Make sure you let me know if those pancakes are too watery,” she said. “I can make you more.”

“What time do you have to be at work today?”

“Oh, I don’t work.” He feared asking her the next question but he was too curious not to.

“What do you do for money?”

“My husband died three years ago. He had a big life insurance policy. Lots of money in stocks. He had a pension agreement with his company where a lot of that money is going to me as well. So I don’t need to work. So now it’s just been me alone in this big old house for a long time. It’s been so lonely. That’s why I’m very glad that you’re here, Joshua.”

She looked him in the eyes with a look of sadness, appreciation, and still a bit of craziness all at once. She looked like she had been through a lot and she looked about to cry again, this time more than before. He really hoped that she didn’t as that would be uncomfortable for him. But he did feel bad for her and he felt guilty about the fact that he had gotten upset with her for waking him up and making him the breakfast. ‘Grown-ups’ weren’t on the college schedule and if he was going to take advantage of her hospitality he should get used to her ways of doing things a bit more.

“I’m very sorry to hear that,” he said.

“Yes it was very tragic. But I’m a strong woman, you know? So I’ve been doing my best. And I think I’m doing a damn good job of it.”

She said it like she didn’t believe it and that it was just some phrase she told herself to make her feel better. Now he wondered what it was her husband had died of though he figured that was a question he wasn’t allowed to ask. He wished it wasn’t that way as whenever he heard someone died he was always curious of the cause but was rarely able to find out. Thinking about her saying how lonely she had been, he was also surprised that she hadn’t found anyone else yet or at least been dating at all. He would’ve wagered getting up this early for weeks that she wasn’t dating anyone or she wouldn’t be spending time making him breakfast or labeling his drawers. There was no denying she was very attractive for her age. But he wasn’t going to go there, asking her about her dating life, either.

He started to eat the breakfast and he had to admit that the food was delicious. After a year and a half eating pancakes that had tasted like plastic when they had them and bruised up fruit, this meal tasted amazing. He suddenly felt more hungry as he ate and thought that he very well may be able to eat the whole meal.

He watched her walk over to her kitchen sink and she stood there with her back facing him. She was bent a little forward and her ass looked absolutely amazing in those tight jeans. Being so early in the morning and still being tired, he was feeling even hornier than he normally did for a 20-year-old guy and that ass was not making things any easier. Her legs also looked great with the jeans so tight to them and even the way her bare heels looked as she leaned forward was turning him on.

He had to stop. He was pathetic if he was getting this horny over a woman twice his age. He looked down at his cereal focusing on the cornflakes, watching them starting to get a big soggy, and trying to think about that to distract him from that sexy ass that was directly in his line of vision. He couldn’t help but look back up again.

His attention was distracted as he watched her stand on her tippy toes to reach in a cupboard above the sink. He watched her pull out not one, two, three, or four, but five bottles of medication that were clearly from a pharmacy and not over-the-counter. He watched her carefully open each bottle and take a pill from each. Normally it was only women twice her age that needed that many pills. He wondered what could be wrong with her. Once again, he did not ask, but he felt even more pity for her and decided he should be extra nice to her.

Once she was finished and put the bottles back away she put a bunch of hand soap on her hands and started washing them. She began counting out loud. It made him chuckle at first. When she got above ten and was still counting and washing it started to annoy him. When she got above twenty he couldn’t take it any longer.

“You know they only recommend you wash fifteen seconds,” he said, trying to help her out and make light of the situation at the same time. He didn’t count out loud himself but he was pretty sure he didn’t wash his hands for even that long.

She stopped counting, turned around, and looked at him with an angry look. She turned around again and shook her hands out in the sink with the water still running, but making sure her hands weren’t under the water. She walked towards him with a look on her face like she was going to fight him. He had six inches and probably forty pounds on this woman but she continued to scare him. She was holding her hands like she didn’t want any water to get on the floor.

“‘THEY’ recommend twenty seconds now, for your information,” she said to him combatively. “I add an extra five seconds just in case they are underestimating. I also add another five seconds just in case I counted too fast. Now since you interrupted me I have to start all over. PLEASE don’t interrupt me again.”

She actually looked like she was going to cry again. He feared anything he said would make her lash out at him so he hoped saying nothing would suffice. She turned around, walked back over to the sink, and loaded her hands up with soap again. She started counting from one, sounding freaked out that she had to start over again. Josh ate as much as he could quickly. He had to get out of that house. He decided he was not going to use this house to do anything other than sleep.

He managed to spend the whole day on campus. He went to his classes, got a lot of work done in the library, and hung out with friends. He didn’t have a meal plan but he still paid to have lunch in the dining hall just to avoid going back to the house. Once he was back on campus among his peers he found himself very unexcited to get back and have to see Kathy again. He had planned on being nice to her because she had gone through some tough times but that didn’t mean he had to see her often. But he had procrastinated enough and before he knew it, it was after nine o’clock at night. He didn’t want to be forced into eating another one of big meals either and hoped that she hadn’t made him anything. Hopefully she’d be in a more relaxed state and he’d get a chance to tell her that he didn’t need to be woken up before the sun even rose for breakfast. But since she had been up so early, if she had gone to bed and he didn’t have to see her at all, he’d be fine with that too. He’d find something in her refrigerator to heat himself up for dinner.

“Who is it??” he heard Kathy yell frantically when he started opening the front door to walk in. “Who’s there?”

“It’s me,” he said with annoyance. He had had to use his key to open the door so he couldn’t believe she actually thought it would be anyone else.

He walked inside and saw her lying on the couch wearing nothing but a white slip and the bottoms of her bare feet were looking right at him. She was holding a glass of wine that was almost empty and when she quickly sat up he watched the wine shake back and forth in the glass. Even a drop of that would stick right out if it got on her white furniture and even he felt nervous seeing how close it had come. He couldn’t imagine Kathy was the type of person that would be so careless around her furniture so he had to assume that she had had a few glasses of wine.

She squinted when she looked at him like she was trying to confirm who he was. She set the wine glass down on a coaster on her glass coffee table, jumped to her feet, and ran at him. He got in a defensive position. She tightly grabbed both of his wrists and held them down at his sides. He was surprised at what a strong grip the skinny woman had. He thought about pulling them away but then actually thought that he may not be able to.

“Oh my goodness, where were you?” she said. “You’ve been gone over 12 hours. I was worried sick – where were you??”

“Um, I’m in college. I had classes today.”

“One class after another? For over 12 hours? You mean to tell me that you were in class the entire time?”

“I also went to the library to study. Decided I wanted to have lunch on campus today. All…”

“Lunch on campus? I thought you’d be eating your meals here. I was going to make you a wonderful lunch. A nice big turkey sandwich with mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, onions, and pickles.”

“That’s very nice of you but I just wanted to have lunch with some of my friends today. I was hanging out with a lot of them too during the day. I am a college student and I do have a social life.” She still looked frantic and she also looked offended.

“You could have called to let me know you were going to be late.”

“I didn’t know it was going to be an issue. You could have called me if you were worried.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt you if you were doing something important.” Instead of calming down she looked like she was getting even more worked up. “I didn’t know what to think. Is he hurt, is he busy, does he not like living here with me?” She walked back over, picked up her glass of wine, sat down, and came very close to spilling some of it on her couch again. “I was just so scared. I shouldn’t be drinking with the medication I am on but today I just couldn’t help it.”

Despite saying that, she took a big gulp of the wine and finished the rest that was in the glass. She stood up and looked to be on the move somewhere, the bottom of her slip swinging back and forth a bit.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I need more wine. I just need to calm myself down here.” He saw her hands actually shaking.

“Please don’t,” he said and he ran over towards her.

“I have to!” She was getting more upset. “I need some more wine or I’m going to go nuts!”

“Look, I’m home and I’m OK.” He was following her. “Please don’t have anything more to drink if it’s going to react with your medication.”

“It’s not going to kill me or anything. I just need one more glass.” He looked down at her legs that were shaking and she looked like she was going to fall over. He couldn’t help himself and he grabbed her.

“Please don’t!” he said.

“Just let me have another glass!” She tried to pull away from him but he got the feeling she didn’t want to pull away.

“Can you please sit down and relax for just one minute!”

She turned around, almost falling over when she did, and he had to hold her up, feeling the silk slip against his hands as he did. She had a scared look in her eyes and she was looking at him like she was crying for help inside.

“If I don’t have the wine, will you rub my feet?” she said. “Having my feet rubbed is the only other thing that calms me down. And no one’s done that for me in so long.”

Now that she had calmed down a little bit, it kicked in for him that he was holding this woman just in her underwear, this older woman that was supposed to be doing nothing more than providing him a place to live and eat, and it was an uncomfortable situation for him. Rubbing her feet would be even worse. But being alone in the house with her when she was out of control scared him.

“OK,” he said.

She gave him a gentle look like she was happy but she also looked like she expected that he would agree. They walked over to the couch together. He took the wine glass from her and set it on a coaster on the table. He sat down. She sat down on the corner of the couch, stretched out her legs, and rested her bare feet right on his lap.

Her right foot was touching his dick through his pants. He felt himself starting to get hard. He did not want to feel that, not only because he didn’t want her to notice, but also because he just didn’t want to be aroused by a 43-year-old woman’s foot. He wiggled his hips a bit trying to make it so her foot wasn’t touching him there without her noticing what he was doing.

He was able to move a little bit but he could still feel her foot touching it a bit. He just had to get this over with. He grabbed her bare foot with both hands and started rubbing it. It felt so incredibly soft. He looked down at how little it was. He was getting very turned-on. The texture of the ball of her foot as his thumbs rubbed it was exciting him to the point he could feel his cock ready to pop out of his pants. He looked over at Katherine’s face. She looked relaxed and also like she may pass out soon. He hoped she would.

“Keep it up,” she said, her speech now slurred. “You are very good at this. If I knew you were this good at rubbing feet I’d of had you do this a lot sooner.”

He was horny all of the time walking around campus looking at the girls his age dressed in their hot little outfits. But he was always able to keep it under control and he never had felt like he did right then – where if he didn’t have sex with this woman or at least jerk off quickly, he was going to burst. That mature face of hers, her hair that she spent way too much time on considering she didn’t even leave the house, the skimpy slip that showed so much skin, her legs, and her bare feet resting right on him, were all too much. He was trying with all of his power not to be turned-on by her but that just made his desire for her stronger. He looked at her and she looked close to falling asleep. She moaned something that sounded like she was telling him again what a good job he was doing. He looked at so much of her exposed body, feeling his hands rubbing her feet, and feeling her feet pushing into his lap. He didn’t want to want her but he couldn’t help himself any longer. She closed her eyes, he immediately removed her feet from her lap, and he got up to run to the bathroom.

He stood above the toilet and pulled out his cock that was as hard as anything. He stroked himself thinking about how sexy he found her, how he wanted every part of her body, even those feet that she took such good care of. All he wanted was her. He stroked harder and moaned as the cum started shooting out of his cock. It was coming our rapidly, more than he ever had come out of him before, and it showed him how much he wanted this woman. As he was squeezing out the last bit with his hand tightly wrapped around his cock, the bathroom door opened, and there stood Kathy. She looked at him with a look of disgust.

“Oh sorry,” she said, not looking or sounding sorry at all. “I saw you run to the bathroom and I was worried that you were sick or something. Didn’t realize you were just going to do – this.”

He couldn’t think of anything he could say, and holding his dick in his hand with a bit of cum dripping out of it didn’t make it any easier for him to try and think of something. She closed the door and he heard her walk away. He couldn’t believe she had caught him doing that. He couldn’t believe he had jerked off to her. Now that he was cleared out, the attraction to her was gone and it bothered him that he had done that. And what was worst of all was that he had just been rubbing her feet, she was going to know exactly what he was jerking off to, and there was no story he could say that would make her think otherwise. There wasn’t even a way to bring it up without making things worse. He punched himself in the thigh, so humiliated and frustrated.

“Hello sleepyhead.”

He was woken up to her saying that with a soft and flirty tone the next morning, sitting next to him on the bed. She wore a blue long-sleeved shirt this time that was tighter and showed off her boobs a bit more. She wore very dark blue jeans. He looked at the clock – it was a couple of minutes after six. With all the chaos the night before, he just realized he hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to talk to her about not waking him up.

“I let you sleep in a little bit,” she said with a smile. “I could tell you thought I woke you up a bit too early yesterday. Come on down for some breakfast.”

He sat at the table, this time with a smaller breakfast in front of him than she had made him the previous day, which was good. Maybe she would slowly start to realize he was a college student that didn’t like getting up insanely early in the morning nor eat large meals that early. She was moving around the kitchen frantically again looking like she was trying to perfect everything.

He looked at the way her breasts looked in the tight shirt. He looked at her ass in the tight jeans. He looked at her soft feet which were bare again. He was wearing socks and with the temperature in the room he felt like his feet would be cold if he didn’t have them on. Why did she always have to be barefoot? He had been weirded out by the fact that he had just jerked off to this older woman the night before. But now it was morning, he was horny again, and looking at her was adding to that. His lust for her was not going to go away so he figured he may as well just try and ignore it rather than try and fight it. He looked around at all of the cooking stuff she had out in the kitchen and looked at how she looked like she spent a lot of time in the morning getting ready, especially compared to the way she looked the night before.

“How long have you been up?” he asked.

“Oh, since a little bit before 3.”

“You don’t sleep that much, do you?” He thought about how unpleasant it must be to be as tightly wound as her and to get little sleep on top of that.

“No, I just don’t feel the need. Too much to do around the house, you know?” She looked as if she wanted to change the subject. “What time did you get home last night?” She had to be either joking or think he was stupid. Although she could have had more to drink than he realized.

“You saw me come home. We talked. You told me how worried you are that I came home so late.”

“Oh yes,” she said, now sounding like she was definitely going to try and play dumb. “I do remember being worried so I started drinking some wine. I don’t remember much after that and don’t remember talking to you. Ha-ha-ha. Must have been one of those nights.”

He figured that would be a good time for him to bring up that she needed to lay off of him a bit. But then he got distracted when he saw her reach up into that cupboard above the sink and pull out the five medication bottles again. What was wrong with her where she was taking that much medicine daily? He watched her take pills from all five of the bottles and then do her ritual of counting out loud to thirty afterwards after she put the bottles away. He didn’t dare interrupt her this time.

He spent the entire day on campus again, partly because he wasn’t interested in Kathy’s company, but even more because he wanted to stop getting turned-on by her. He figured spending the day on campus with all of the good looking girls his age walking around would cure that. He looked at the girls and although he was very attracted to them, they weren’t giving him the kind of reaction he had had to Kathy the night before, and he didn’t even feel the same horniness he did for Kathy that morning.

When he walked up to her house that night, getting home around the same time he had the night before, he found himself nervous that she was going to be in a crazy mood again. He wanted to catch her awake so he could tell her not to wake him up so early again but he hoped that if he did that she’d be at least a bit more relaxed like she had been that morning. He regretted not bringing it up to her then.

He walked inside with most of the lights out except a couple that were dimly on. It was silent in the house and she appeared to have gone to bed. That was fine with him. He was hungry and wanted to find something to eat, not even eating the night before. He looked in her big, spotless kitchen thinking where he was going to start. He saw the cupboard above the above the sink where she kept all that medicine. He couldn’t help but be curious.

He opened it up, pulled out the five medicine bottles that were neatly organized and the only pharmacy medications up there, and he set them in front of him in front of the sink. He looked at the bottles and didn’t recognize any of the prescription names. He pulled out his phone to look up what they were. The only light on I the kitchen was one above the stove and he didn’t want to turn on anymore and risk drawing attention to what he was doing so he worked carefully in the mostly dark. The first medication was an antidepressant. The next one was an anti-anxiety medication. The next was something that apparently countered the side effects of the anti-anxiety one. The next was another antidepressant.

He was trying to find the last one when he was distracted by a noise to his right. He looked up to see Kathy standing there with a look of sheer anger on her face. She wore a white pajama tank-top with no bra and he could clearly see her nipples through it. She wore grey pajama pants with pictures of what looked like owls or some sort of bird on them. Her feet were bare, of course. Looking at the evil stare she was giving him with her pale face in the dark room made him feel afraid.

“What are you doing?” she said to him with a nasty tone that he actually heard hatred in. “Snooping through my stuff?”

He was speechless. He couldn’t think of anything he could say that wouldn’t make the situation worse so he just stood there, looking at her, hoping that she’d look away or at least get that look off her face like she was going to do something evil. He could feel his face getting red as the stare continued.

“Come over here,” she said and she motioned for him to come with her finger. He looked at her long fingernail as she did. He was scared of her but not enough where he wasn’t going to walk over to her. Anything she thought she might try on him she could go ahead. As he walked towards her she pulled up a chair and sat down on it. He stood in front of her.

“Get down and get over my knee,” she said and she held her hand up signaling she was going to spank him. He was still a bit afraid but now more pissed-off than scared. He didn’t know what planet she was on where she actually thought he’d do that.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he said and he wished that he didn’t sound nervous but the whole thing was too creepy for him. “I’ll put it all away and won’t do it again.”

“Get down!” she said, her voice so harsh.

“No.”

He still couldn’t say it without coming across as nervous. She looked like she did not like his answer. She stood up. He watched her wind her hand back and the feeling of the flesh of her hand smacking him across the face stung badly. She was a small woman but with all of the anger and craziness she had behind that slap it was an effective one. He felt the sting in his face, felt his eyes water up, and he looked at her staring him in the eyes with a ‘you really want to mess with me?’ look. Before he could decide how he was going to respond, she reached up, grabbed him by the hair, and gave it a good yank, pulling his head down to her level. It even hurt his neck when she did it. She had such a tight grip on his hair he didn’t think he had a chance of pulling away no matter how hard he tried. Those thin, feminine fingers of hers kept tightening and boy did it hurt. She took her free hand and pointed the long fingernail of her index finger right at his eye. He froze.

“Listen, you are in my house so you’ll follow my rules, young man,” she said and now she spoke quietly like she wanted to make sure only he could hear, although she was talking meaner than ever. “You want to try and challenge me? I’ll hurt you a lot worse than a spanking. And I’ll keep screaming until all the neighbors can hear me and say that you were scaring me. We’ll see if they believe a respected widow trying to help out some dumb college guy, or some dumb college guy who is much bigger than I am. Now get down and get over my knee, now!”

Josh was always taught to stand up for himself if he was being pushed around but he was too terrified of this woman to do that. As he started to do what she said he knew he was being a coward and that no real man would tolerate being treated like this. But he clearly wasn’t a real man because he was too scared of her to do anything.

It hurt his hair more to do it since she still had a hold of it, but he couldn’t help but turn his head up to look at her. She had a look on her face that still looked angry but he could also see a smile starting to develop like she was taking pleasure in his suffering and the fact that he was doing what she wanted.

He lay down over her knee, facing the ground. He felt her undo his belt buckle, loosen it, and then begin pulling down his pants. She was not supposed to be able to do this to him without him allowing it, it was against everything that was right, but there she was doing it anyway and getting away with it. He felt his pants and his boxer shorts get pulled down his legs so everywhere between his waist and knees was completely exposed. He could feel that his cock was extremely hard as it hung between her legs and that made it that much worse.

He felt her hand that had hurt his face when it slapped it smack his ass and it hurt just as much. She brought her open hand down on his ass again and he felt the sting spread throughout his entire cheek as his eyes watered up. He needed a break already but he felt her hand spank him again. He let out a pathetic, feminine sounding whine.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” she said, her tone of voice confirming that she wasn’t going to lay off any time soon. “Well this is what happens when you start going through my stuff without checking with me.”

Her hand hit him again and it seemed to be harder every time. He felt another one without giving him any kind of a break. Then another one. He had never endured any kind of level of suffering. The pain was the worst of it but the humiliation, the feeling of helplessness, and the person that was doing it to him made it that much worse.

She hit him again. The pain was bad enough from one smack but to continue getting more without being given any time to recover from the previous one was making it especially torturous. His eyes had watered up to the point where tears were coming down his face. After a couple of more spanks he started whimpering.

“Oh yes, this feels so good,” she said vindictively. “I had been feeling pretty stressed-out the way you weren’t showing appreciation for me making your breakfast and not even getting courtesy of you spending any time the house at all to keep me company. But I have to tell you that I’m feeling good now.”

As angry as she sounded, he had to admit that this was the first time since he met her that she actually sounded like she was comfortable and not all stressed out. It didn’t make it any better, though, that his ass felt it was going to start bleeding from the beating she was giving it. He could hear her softly laughing with satisfaction as she hit him. He kept thinking that her hand had to be getting tired and that each one would be the last one, but then she’d just spank him again. He couldn’t stop crying.

“Get off of me,” she finally said impatiently when she stopped spanking him.

She grabbed his shirt with one hand, his hair with the other, pulled him off of her, and dumped him on the floor. She used her bare foot to roll him on his back. His red, crying face looked up at the thin, middle-aged woman in her pajamas. Up until then, she had looked flustered and anxious whenever he saw her, but now she looked down at him with a look of confidence like she knew she was the superior of the two and was very proud of that fact. It seemed the only time the woman could seem normal was after giving someone a beating.

“I hope you learned something from this, young man,” she said to him. She walked away. He had learned something, alright. He learned that he had to get out of this house immediately.

But he lay on the kitchen floor for a while with no motivation to get up. The burning pain on his ass wasn’t the problem, just the fact that he was mentally in shock from what she had done to him made it so he felt paralyzed. His pants were still down and he wasn’t hard anymore, in fact he was quite flaccid. He wanted to get out of there and feared what she’d do if she came back and saw him on the floor like that but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

What finally motivated him to get up was realizing the medicine bottles were still out. He pulled his pants up, his ass really hurting as his cloth boxer shorts touched it, and he slowly got up. He feared her to the point where he feared her reaction to the bottles still being out more than he was motivated to pack his stuff and get out of there. He put them away, trying his best to put them back just as they were so she didn’t freak out about that, but he didn’t worry too much about it since he didn’t plan on being there much longer at all.

He walked into his bedroom ready to pack up and leave. He had a lot of clothes that he would have to pack up as well as his laptop, his video game console that he had hooked up to the TV, and he’d have to get all of his books that were in the room organized. He looked at his fluffy bed and with the amount of pain that his ass was in it was tempting just to get into it, lie down, and go to sleep. Packing up also very well may get her attention and earn him another spanking. If he did manage to pack up and get out of the house where would he go? He wasn’t exactly going to tell his story to any of his peers and he wasn’t in the mood for making anything up. He’d have to have a good one to just pop in on someone at this hour and say he needed to stay there. As long as he went to bed, Kathy probably wouldn’t bother him. He could get everything taken care of the next day when he had more time.

He didn’t even set an alarm but since he went to bed much earlier than he ever would have when he lived on campus, he woke up naturally close to seven thirty in the morning. It took him a minute to be surprised that Kathy didn’t wake him up for breakfast. He got showered and dressed and everything before even going downstairs. He would have been fine not even seeing her in the morning and just getting out of the house. He’d talk to Residential Life at his college, see what openings there were on campus, and hopefully they could get him in somewhere that day. He’d feel a lot better about packing up his stuff and leaving Kathy’s house during the daylight. He walked downstairs trying to be discreet so he could get out.

“Good morning!” he heard Kathy say to him with a cheery tone.

He hated hearing that tone. He hated hearing her voice altogether. His ass still hurt but worst of all, he felt violated that she had done what she did to him and hearing her voice quickly brought out those feelings. He took a quick look at her and she was dressed differently than previously. She wore a white tank-top that was extremely tight and showed off her boobs. She also wore a tight pair of short red shorts. He had never seen her bare legs before. They were extremely pale but they looked surprisingly fit. He was surprised that she could get legs that looked like that from just walking around the house all day, though he admittedly didn’t know what she was doing when he was at school. It was hard to picture her doing anything other than housework, though.

Her feet were bare, like always. She had pink toenail polish on today and it looked so fresh that it looked like it had just been put on minutes earlier. Much to his dismay, he quickly started to get turned on when he looked at her. He found her to be reprehensible for what she had done to him the night before and did not want to have any kind of attraction to her, which made it all the more bothersome that he was getting so turned on. He had no interest in talking to her.

“I gotta get to school,” he said dismissively.

“Wait, one minute,” she said.

He didn’t want to wait one minute. He wanted to get out of the house away from this woman who was wearing so little and giving him the chills. He walked towards the door but he heard her bare feet walking up on him quickly. She tightly grabbed his wrist and he let out a little moan of distress. Just the touch of this woman gave him goosebumps. She yanked on his arm to make him face her. She was looking at him with an intense look. He looked scared and ashamed.

“Listen,” she said to him, not breaking eye-contact, or even blinking. “I am sorry about what I did last night.” He wasn’t expecting that but it didn’t change the fact that he wanted to get out of there.

“Fine,” he said.

“No, seriously. I was completely out of line. It’s been a long time since anyone’s lived with me so there are some things I need to still get used to. But regardless, it doesn’t excuse what I did last night and nothing like that will ever happen again. Do you accept my apology?”

“Yes.” He didn’t want to let her off that easy but he still just wanted to get out of the house and be packing his bags within a few hours. This apology was going to make his leaving more awkward but it didn’t change the fact that he was going to do it ASAP.

“I let you sleep in today. I know I’ve been waking you up early lately so I let you sleep in today as long as you wanted. And I realized that you probably didn’t like the breakfasts I’ve been making you. So I made you something I think you’ll like this morning – check it out.”

“No than…” he started to say.

But she gave his arm a good yank and yanked him a few steps so he could see the dining room table from where he was. Today’s breakfast had some really good looking scrambled eggs, a few pieces of crispy looking bacon, and a red fruit punch. What really looked good was an éclair that she had set out. It looked delicious and he hadn’t had something that looked that good in a while. He actually could hear his stomach grumble as he craved the food. He wanted so badly to sit down and eat all of it, if nothing else just take the éclair on the go with him. But he knew doing so would have him falling right in a trap where it would be a lot harder for him when he tried to leave. He had to resist.

“Why don’t you have a seat and eat first?” she said. “Will give you a good start to your day, especially if you plan on being at school all day again.”

“I’d love to, but I really gotta get to school. Schoolwork builds up quick and that comes first, unfortunately.”

“Look at my toes,” she said, which was the last thing he expected her to say right then. “I painted them this morning.”

He wanted to resist looking, but he couldn’t. He looked down her good looking legs at those soft, smooth bare feet of hers. The fresh nail polish on them really made them looked sexy and he felt his cock rapidly growing in his pants. She started to wiggle her toes. He watched the bones in her foot move as her bigger toes wiggled. He wanted to drop down to his knees and surrender to those perfect feet. If he stayed there any longer he feared he may do just that.

“I have to go,” he said and he quickly took off.

“Try not to be home TOO late, OK?” she said as he left.

He tried to quickly get busy at school talking to the Residential Life office about moving back on campus. He wasn’t able to get in there and talk to them as soon as he wanted to and when he finally did, he realized things weren’t going to be as simple as he had hoped. They were already at capacity with a waiting list as there were others who had taken advantage of the program he was in, quickly changing their minds and wanting to come back to live on campus. He had a feeling if he told this woman at Res Life he was talking to what Kathy had done to him the night before that would get him moved right up to the top of the list, but he was too embarrassed about it to say anything.

He had friends he could have talked to about temporarily staying with them but he wasn’t sure how keen they’d be about letting him sleep on their floor indefinitely, especially without knowing the reason, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to tolerate that either. The idea of having to spend another night in the same house with Kathy made him queasy. But she had apologized and if he just kept his distance from her, didn’t go home except to sleep, and stayed out of her stuff, it still might be a better situation for him to sleep in his private bedroom there than on the floor of a dorm room with two other people in there.

So he spent all day on campus again and when he finally got back to her house a little after ten that night, he was barely any closer to having a move-out plan than he was when he left that morning. He walked in the front door and he thought he heard screaming. He couldn’t be sure. He closed the door and walked inside more to hear better.

“Help me!” he heard Kathy screaming and it sounded like she was either being attacked or having something bad happening to her medically. “Please help me! Help!”

He sprinted up the stairs towards her bedroom which he had never been in before where he heard her screaming come from. He opened the door and briefly was amazed at how big the room was before he looked at her lying on the king-sized bed. She wore nothing but a pair of light blue panties. She was wiggling around in the bed, her feet kicking around, her boobs bouncing around, and her entire pale body looking repulsive to him in that state. She looked like she was having some sort of bad drug reaction. She didn’t even notice him at first but then she sat up. She looked at him looking shocked and he couldn’t tell what that shock meant. It looked like she had been crying.

“Oh Josh, thank God you’re home,” she said. “Please help me!”

She held her arms out like she wanted him to come closer. He didn’t want to touch her but he could tell if he didn’t get closer to her that she was going to really freak out. He walked right up next to the bed. She lunged at him enough to make him flinch and she grabbed his sleeves.

“Help me,” she said and she was talking so fast she looked like she was going to make herself pass out.

“What’s the problem?” he said, not making too much of an effort to hide his annoyance.

“Something really bad is happening to me,” she said and she looked at him and sounded like she really wanted him to understand her. “My heart feels like it is going to pound through my chest. My brain feels like it’s bouncing all around in my head. It feels like things are crawling all over me. The walls feel like they are closing in on me. Are the walls closing in on me?” She pointed to the wall and he instinctively looked.

“They’re not…”

He was going to say more when he felt her wrap her arms around him and with him not expecting it she was able to pull him onto the bed with her. She pulled his chest into her bare boobs and he could feel her womanly skin touching his skin everywhere it was exposed. He knew if he tried to pull away she’d go crazy and he did not like the feeling of being forced in this position. She pushed her face into his shoulder and cried into it. He felt way more contact with her than he wanted to.

“I feel like I’m going crazy,” she whined.

“You’re not going crazy,” he said and he wondered how she could not be ashamed of having to have a guy 23 years her junior tell her this. “I think you’re just getting worked up over nothing. Just try and relax.”

“Can you check my pulse?” she said.

She backed away a bit after saying that which he was fine with. She held out her wrist and looked at him with a sad, scared, pathetic look. He didn’t even know how to check a pulse but he thought maybe he could fool her. He put a couple of fingers on her wrist, just going off what he had seen nurses do to him. She looked at him curiously, he couldn’t tell if she was curious what her pulse was or curious if he knew what he was doing. He pretended to as he sat there. She kept looking right in his eyes curiously and when her expression changed a little, he figured that was a good time to say something.

“Your pulse is fine.”

Please work, he thought. Oh please don’t ask me what your pulse is or tell me that you could tell that I actually didn’t do anything because then I’m just going to stare at you blankly like I did when you saw me looking at your medications and then you’re going to pull down my pants and spank me again. As unpleasant as that sounded, he actually thought he’d be able to handle that better than the night before if it did happen.

“OK,” she said, and he tried his best not to show his relief. “I think I’m starting to feel better. It may have just been a panic attack. But can you just stay here with me and hold me for a couple of minutes?”

A couple of minutes he could deal with as at least that gave him some kind of timeframe that he’d have to put up with this and then he’d quickly get out of there. At this point he wished that he had found someone’s floor to sleep on, he would have begged if he had to, as anything would have been better than snuggling up with the mostly naked body of this crazy lady. He knew what he was doing first thing tomorrow. He actually started to count in his head, planning on counting to 120, so he could do his couple of minutes and then leave. Then he felt Kathy moving her hands around him and one of them started to go down his pants.

“What are you doing?” he said frantically. He tried to pull away but she still had her other arm around him and it wasn’t easy as he would have liked it to be.

“Oh stop it,” she said, now sounding disciplinary rather than upset. “You know you want me.”

Before he could do anything else, she wrapped her legs around his. He felt her lower legs hook his lower legs then she wrapped the rest of her bare legs around his legs and squeezed. He didn’t like thinking of her legs as being stronger than his but even though her legs were thin, they felt strong. Not only could he not pull his legs away from hers but he couldn’t move them.

“I see you looking at me all of the time,” she said and he so wanted her to stop talking. “Saw you checking my legs out this morning. See you looking at my butt and my boobs all of the time too. You think you’re being smooth but I see you looking. I’ve dealt with a lot more guys leering at me than any ladies you’ve tried to look at, date, fuck, or anything. So why don’t you stop being a dipshit and just tell me how much you want me.” She started feeling around in his pants some more and her felt her fingers touch his cock.

“No!” he said with struggle.

He still couldn’t pull away. He hated that he couldn’t pull his legs free from hers, especially because he felt his cock getting hard and it was mainly due to her legs squeezing his. She then let go of his legs and he should have used that as his chance to try and get away but he felt how horny he was getting and thought maybe he should stay. He disposed of that thought but that gave Kathy time to make a tight fist towards the top of his shirt and make a ball out of that part of the cloth to hold onto him. She then moved her legs up and pushed her bare feet right into his face.

“Is it my feet you want?” she said to him. “Yeah, I see you looking at my feet all of the time too. I’ll bet you anything these will get you going.”

He had never had feet in his face before but there was something about feeling those bare, soft, wrinkly soles and the texture of them feeling all different in so many spots, pushing right into his face, that excited him in a way that he never felt before. They smelled so fresh, like body wash, and like she had just given them a nice scrubbing in the shower. Feet weren’t supposed to smell good but hers did. They smelled and felt so wonderful and when he got a little taste of them on his tongue he couldn’t resist any longer.

“Yes, keep doing that,” he said, moving his face to the side a little bit but still having enough foot in his face to get a taste when he opened his mouth.

“Yeah, you like my feet in your face?” she said. “Tell me how much you want me.”

He didn’t say anything as he still knew how much he was going to regret later allowing her to do this to him but it was getting him so aroused that he couldn’t tell her to stop. He felt her toes pushing into his eyebrows and into his forehead. The arches of her feet cupped his face. The more she did it the more he wanted.

“Stop holding back,” she said and she took her feet away from his face. “Stop worrying about what your peers might think or thinking that you can’t be attracted to me just because I am older than you are. Tell me how much you want me.”

He could still feel the imprint of her feet against his face and he could still smell the smell and taste the taste of them a bit. He looked at the dominant look on her face as she stuck her hand down his pants and grabbed a hold of his cock. As she started to jerk him off, still thinking about what it felt like with her feet in his face, he couldn’t resist her any longer.

“I want you so bad!” he said and he felt her squeeze and tug harder.

“Yeah?” She tugged harder. “Tell me more about how much.”

“Oh my God Kathy, I want you so fucking bad. You’re so fucking sexy, everything about you from head to toe.”

“Yeah I’m way better than those college girls, aren’t I? Bet they never do this for you.”

She pulled his jeans down to his ankles. She grabbed a hold of his cock again and as she jerked him off hard, she rubbed her bare foot up and down his leg. He felt his cock thickening and felt like he could cum but she seemed to be squeezing him in all the right places to stop that from happening. The feeling of her foot rubbing on his leg was making this overwhelming.

“Ready to fuck me?” she said.

“Yes, I am so ready.”

“Alright, get your clothes off. Let me see what you can do.”

He pulled his jeans and underwear all the way off then pulled off his shirt as she took off her panties and revealed her well-shaven pussy. She lay back leaning her head on her pillow and spread her legs wide inviting him to come in. He leaned forward and stuck his cock inside of her. He looked down at the fierce look on her face.

He began penetrating and it was like nothing he ever felt before. He had never been warmed up so much to begin with, and there was something about her pussy that felt much better than any college girl he had ever had sex with. Her body looked paler, thinner, and older than he was used to but that turned him on more as well.

As he had sex with her she started rubbing the bottoms of her feet up and down his legs and that was just exciting him even more. She then stopped doing that and she wrapped her legs around his tightly, using them to thrust him back and forth. She then went back to rubbing her feet up and down his legs. The feeling of those smooth feet rubbing on him as he had sex with her was incredible.

He had no idea that sex could feel like this. Sometimes when he had sex with other girls at school it felt great but it was normally just because he was already really horny to begin with. This was the first time he had had a woman bring it out in him like this. He also would not last long at all while there was something about having sex with her where even though it felt much better than any other woman, he hadn’t cum yet. Even the really good ones at school were rare and sometimes the girl was so inexperienced that the whole process was actually unpleasant. But feeling himself penetrating in her pussy as she rotated from thrusting him with her thin, fit legs, to rubbing her feet all over him, was the first time he ever felt anything like this. He could feel himself getting close to cumming but this didn’t feel like usual.

“Ahhh,” he started to moan.

“Pull out of me,” she said to him. “I want to see you cum.”

He pulled out and looked down at his cock. He was almost scared as it looked much longer and thicker than he had ever seen it before. It felt like it was going to pop like a balloon. He looked at Kathy who looked like she could see his fear and was pleased about it. She put both of her hands on his cock, stroked it very lightly with the one on the shaft, and stroked it hard with the top hand. He started cumming like his cock was a firehose.

“Oh my God!” he yelled.

Once again, Kathy who normally looked frantic and anxious, now looked pleased and comfortable with what she was doing to him. She was aiming it so it was getting all over her and the normal clean-freak didn’t look like she minded at all. Normally he was done after a few seconds once he started cumming but she just kept stroking him and more kept coming out of him. It was painful at the pressure it was coming out with and how hard she was squeezing him but that didn’t take away from how great it felt either. Finally it started to slow down and she squeezed out every last drop before letting him go. He was sweating and breathing heavily after what she had done to him. His cock felt weird, it somewhat hurt, and it just felt like something not right had been done to it.

The normally super-clean Kathy picked up his shirt, used it to wipe all of his cum off of her, and then just threw it on her floor. Not even bothering to put her panties back on, she lay on her side and got comfortable. All the signs of her totally freaking out the way she had been when he first entered the room were gone. He quickly started to feel panic himself that he had actually had sex with this crazy older woman. This was not the kind of woman he was supposed to be having sex with. It was not the kind he was supposed to be getting turned on by. He felt the anxiety growing in his body, almost as if she had transferred some of what was in her to him when they had sex. He wanted to get out of that room immediately. He put his boxer shorts on and began putting his pants on when she interrupted him.