Kitty

I always liked going to my friends house as a kid. They were brothers and lived around the corner and up the street in a corner house. There mom, Mrs. N. and nicknamed Kitty, and dad weren't as strick as mine and we got away with a lot of stuff. There dad worked a rotating shift job for the city and their mom stayed at home and watched over them. She had the help of two older daughters, by three and four years. They were both big girls. One was obese and the other was just a chubby or heavy girl. There mom was a big woman also. A woman from Germany that their dad married over there when he was in the service. She was a short woman. She had big titties. As a kid I noticed them but I didn't know anything about them. I do know that she liked me and always said that I was a good boy and would often ask me for some sugar, which was a kiss, and then give me a hug, with my face right between her big boobs. My friends slept late on Saturdays and when I'd come over to play she would tell me to be quiet so they would remain sleeping. I don't recall how I would help her during those Saturdays but she would always say how good I was and then have me kiss her and then hug me. I do remember that normally she only wore a white slip and panties around the house. On a few occassions she would have folded laundry on the bottom of the stairs and have me sit with it until she called me to bring a pile up. When she did so I would look up and see under her slip at her panties. She would stand with her legs spread and stay that way for a while before telling me to bring a new pile up to her. When it was done she asked me if I would like my head rubbed and I did, so she would sit on the sofa and would have me sit on the floor with my back against the couch. I would watch a t.v. show with her and she would press my head between her legs while giving me a very vigorous head rubbing. I liked it. She did too I think. Later she would scratch the back of my head but I had to wear a sleep mask and sit facing her with my feet under a chair that she would sit on. Again, she would rub me vigerously. There was no t.v. involved in this and she would make noise while doing it while asking me if I liked being rubbed. She told me this was a secret and if anyone found out that I wouldn't be her good boy and she wouldn't rub my head any more. I told no one. She would tell me I was a good boy, I would give her sugar on the lips. She started giving me short kisses on my cheeks and chin too. It felt nice. I liked it. I liked being rubbed and scratched. Her husband built a small, one chair hair salon in the basement. Her lady friends would come over and get their hair washed and all the other things that came with a home hair salon. Sometimes when I was there and she was doing hair I would be called to the basement and she would tell her clients or friends how good and obedient I was. Then, as instructed to do earlier, I would ask the woman that if I put a mask on if she would like to rub the back of my head. For some reason unknown to me then, they would always say that they would love to. I loved it too.