Peter walks into the firehouse from getting out of a cab. It's 10 PM and cold out. Going up the stairs, tired, he figured he'd prefer falling asleep in front of the TV again. But, he is greeted by Egon's mother, who had dropped by as a temporary secretary for Janine. Peter had been drinking away at his sorrows. Mrs Spengler notices him and smiles, but started to look worried when he started stumbling to get to the couch.

Kathy: Peter?

Peter: I know it's late, Mrs Spengler. Mind if I watch TV with you?

Kathy: Not a problem. I could always use the company.

She got up, reached out and grabbed his arm and led him over to the couch. When she pulled him in for a hug, he froze. This wasn't the first time he'd shown up at an odd hour, nor the first time she'd hugged him, but he reacted just the same.

What Peter does differently is notice how warm she is and how good she smelled. I mean, what perfume was she wearing? She smelled wonderful, he thought.

Kathy: You look like you had a rough night. You can sit down and tell me all about it.

Peter sits down next to Mrs Spengler.

Peter: I'm not sure if you'll understand my problems, Mrs Spengler.

Kathy: You can call me Kathy.

Peter: Anyways, I never have any luck with the ladies. I mean, I can't get over the fact that I have incontinence and not being able to get passed first base with a woman. I mean, back in college, I could only have sex if I got drunk enough to gain confidence. Sober, I'm just a bumbling idiot who remembers that all the girls in high school laughed at me, cause I kept having accidents.

Kathy didn't know what to say, so she just kept on listening to Peter.

Peter: After high school, I got medication for my problem and moved to a college where no one knew who I was. I met Egon and Ray, but never told them about my problem, cause it was embarrassing and I wanted to leave that part of me behind. Now, I'm back to having problems again.

Peter starts crying.

Peter: Look at me. I'm almost 35 years old and have no girlfriend, cause I still shit myself.

All Kathy could do was embrace him and let him cry on her shoulders. Ever since she knew of Peter, Ray, and Winston, she would treat them the way she cared for Egon. But at this very moment, something felt different. For Peter, she was 52 and looked young enough to pass for 30. He started to develop feelings for her that involve the thought of fucking her senseless. I mean, he hasn't had sex since his last year of college as a student and that was almost ten years ago.

Peter backed away from Kathy when he felt his cock getting hard, just as the image of touching her perfectly firm ass popped up in his head.

Kathy: (confused) What's wrong?

Peter: (mortified) Nothing.

Then Kathy notices Peter covering his crotch with a throw pillow. She instantly knew, and blushed. That's new for her, since she's 17 years older than Peter and only been widowed for five years.

Kathy: Peter, I'm flattered. I didn't know you were into me in that way.

Peter: It's not what you think. I mean, this is embarrassing.

Peter explained, as his face turned red.

Kathy: Let me see.

Peter gets more confused as she takes away the pillow to reveal Peter's massive bulge. He held his breath, as he waited for a response. She responded by wrapping her left hand around the back of his neck and leaned in to kiss him. At first, Peter thought he was dreaming, then their lips touched and reality immediately meant nothing. Her warm kiss was the only thing that made sense. Peter closed his eyes, breathed her in and kissed her back.

Kathy didn't know why she was doing this, but what she felt when she kissed Peter made her want more. When she kissed him harder, his reaction wasn't what either of them expected. Peter grabbed her waist, turned, and pushed her down on the couch. She gasped.

Kathy: Oh, Peter. I never thought I could feel this way again.

Peter: Kathy, if we do this, we can't tell Egon. It would break his heart.

Kathy: I don't care right now. Make me feel young again.

Peter: I got to warn you, Kathy. I hadn't had sex in ten years, so I may not know what I'm doing.

Kathy: That's okay. I won't judge.

Peter was more aroused, than he'd ever been. Even if he did feel like he was out of practice, he also felt like he could go for hours. Kathy pulled off her silk blouse, revealing her full breasts.

Peter: Damn, you're beautiful.

After pulling him down for another kiss, she helped him out of his shirt. His hands were in her hair as she worked on his belt. The shock of seeing the size of his cock was so genuine.

Kathy: Oh my, it's so big. Have you measured it?

Peter: It's only nine inches.

Kathy guided Peter backward until he sat on the couch. His body was lean and muscular. Her round curves were better than his fantasies. When she dropped to her knees, topless, she put her right hand around his girth. Kathy watched him as she opened her mouth, leaned forward, and delicately licked the massive vein on the underside of his cock.

Peter: Oh my gosh.

Peter groaned, fisting the cushions beneath him. His shaft was hot and thick, pulsing in her grasp. Once more, she ran her soft tongue along his length, and at the tip, kissed it sweetly. For a woman her age and to be attracted to a man old enough to be her son was something she never thought would happen until she met Peter. Just something about him that was fucking delicious. As for Peter, he never thought he'd be attracted to someone older than him. Kathy grabbed his wrists and forced his hands into her hair, encouraging him to guide her, then took his cock and moved it down her throat. Peter felt a thousand shocks, the gesture electric.

Peter: Hot damn.

Peter sighed, holding her head. She came up an inch and went down two more. Peter tried not to moan. Tried to relax his already too-tight ball sack. Her throat was wet and tight, her tongue affectionate. She couldn't get him all in her mouth, but not one inch of his length was neglected. Kathy knew what she was doing, and she was doing it on him. Peter almost felt imposing, holding fistfuls of her hair, but the more he helped, the more eager she became.

When Peter thrusts his hips up and pushed her head down, she enjoyed it as much as him. She sucked him harder, gasping as she stroked him, eyes on his face as she licked his balls. Peter met his limit. Kathy was good at giving. Then Peter thought that he should return the favor.

Peter: It's time I return the favor, Mrs Spengler.

Kathy: Like I said before. Just call me Kathy.

Peter pulled her off the floor and onto the couch. He trembles as he pulls down her silk shorts to reveal her neatly shaved and wet pussy. Kathy gasps when he moves down and starts licking her. Nibbled and sucked. Never before had Peter pleasured an older woman, but he was no idiot. He paid rapt attention to her responses. Repeated a motion when she mewled with approval. Painted her folds with his saliva.

Kathy: Ahh yes, just like that.

She sighed as he kissed her clit with an open mouth. She was sweet, like nectar. Her thighs at each side of his head smooth and soft. Hands in his hair. Peter palmed her ass and buried his face, mouthed her generously. Peter then pushed a finger inside her. Kathy moaned, trying to stay silent as he added a second finger and moved them in and out. She fell back in an arch.

Kathy: Oh, yes! Peter, don't stop!

Her pleading was adrenaline, amping his libido. His right-hand thrusting as he played her

with curled fingers. Fascinated as she writhed from his intention. He put his mouth back on her clit as he roughly fingered her.

Kathy: Peter, please. I want you inside me.

She was urging him up and he reluctantly pulled away. She was on the verge of an orgasm. Excited, Peter stretched his hard body above her. Kathy pulls him down for a kiss. Peter was surprised, given where his mouth was. Then more surprised when he decided how hot Katherine Spengler tasting herself was. His dick was so hard it was becoming painful.

Kathy: Let me ride this.

She whispered, as she reached down and grabbed his cock. He throbbed in her hand. Peter put an arm beneath her and traded her places, rolling to his back as she straddled him. The view of her from his bottom position was divine. Her full figure was flawless. Kathy rose to her knees and lined herself with his large, rounded head. They watched each other, didn't shy away from eye contact, when finally, she lowered herself.

Slowly, with care and patience and utter precision, Kathy took him inside her. Hot and wet as she was, he slid in easily, though that wasn't to say he didn't stretch her as he went. Her pussy gripped his thickness as she stopped, went up an inch, then moved down again. They both moaned.

Peter: Oh damn.

Peter groaned when she sat completely on his lap. Kathy purred.

Kathy: I never had anything this big before.

She breathed as she rose so high he almost slipped out, then back down to engulf his length. The impact of him touching her deepest spot was her own limit. In fact, Kathy hadn't been fucked in a long time, and Peter was everything she needed. Filled her completely. Peter looked at her as if she were a fleeting goddess. Kathy moved a little faster. Peter watched her brazenly, holding her thighs until he found his courage and reached up to hold her waist. She liked it. Took his hands and encouraged him to knead her chest. He obliged.

The feeling was hypnotic. Her tits in his grasp, his cock being swallowed by her tight pussy, over and over. Peter began thrusting up into Kathy. She liked that, too.

Kathy: Oh, Peter!

She moaned, humping him deeply. He really liked that. Her putting them on the same level. He tried his luck.

Peter: Cum for me, Katherine.

He demanded, fucking her harder. She moaned unyieldingly, and Tommy's hand shot up to quiet her, not trying to wake up the other Ghostbusters. Especially Egon. She leaned into his palm to dilute her scream as she came. Peter was in awe, watching her eyes roll, her hips grinding mindlessly as she clenched around him. He wanted to come, but held off in hopes of impressing her. When she started shivering and he didn't stop, impressed she was.

Peter rolled them over and assumed the top position when she grew limp. She gasped as he fucked her into the cushions, her pussy still sensitive. His mouth trailed her neck. They shared unrushed kisses, her nails on his back. Until she asked for more.

Kathy: Harder, Peter.

She instructed. Peter sat up, kneeling between her open legs, and began pounding into her. Her ankles as far apart as he could hold them. She leaned up on her elbows, whispered moans as she watched. Kathy looked up from under her lashes, mouth agape, and he had to wonder how he could be so lucky. Peter fucked her for hours. Kathy was calm, yet intense. Sweet, yet savage. He bent her over. Held her waist as he pulled her back onto his hard shaft. She was on her elbows and knees, as she fisted the blanket, moaning.

Katherine rode him in reverse. Made him lie down and climbed on him backward. Peter particularly enjoyed that position, holding her hips, the view of her smooth, naked back, her ass bouncing as she humped him. Kathy wanted him to play with her clit as he thrust into her. To bite her nipples when the pace increased, and to lick them when it slowed. When he pulled out and started eating her pussy again. She screamed into the bed, his mouth on her from behind before he finger fucked her g-spot. He held her down.

Kathy: Fuck, Peter!

She moaned, making him thrill. At the last moment, he shoved his dick deep in her and she came once more. Peter had stamina, and he used it. Licked, sucked, fucked her. Flipped her over. Rolled with her. Kissed her everywhere. Kathy rode him, shushed him with her fingertips when he moaned a little too loud. Grabbed his cock and guided it into her mouth, her pussy.

Peter: You are so fucking amazing.

Peter was above her when he finally came. Had been leisurely nursing her breasts, nipping her neck, pumping steadily into her. He was aching for release, knew cumming inside her would be the cherry on top of the most mind-blowing experience of his life. She kissed him slowly, gently, whispered against his lips.

Kathy: Cum for me, Peter.

Peter paced a little faster, looking into her eyes, before his threshold for control was lost at last. He came deep inside her. She came again, too. Peter clung to what was left of the night. Didn't want to look at the clock. Kathy didn't either. She laid her head on his chest as their fingertips trailed one another.

Peter: Katherine, I was wondering. What's gonna happen to us after this? Are you gonna go back to Ohio?

Kathy: Any reason why I should stay longer?

Peter: I want you to be my girlfriend.

Kathy: You know Egon won't accept that.

Peter: I know, but after he sees that you're happy, he'll be happy. You are happy, aren't you?

Kathy: Yes, but dating someone with our age gap is…

Peter: Is what? Kathy, with you, age don't matter and it shouldn't matter.

Kathy: Oh, Peter. Once I tie things up in Ohio, I can come to live here in New York. In the meantime, I don't want you to break my heart when someone younger and prettier comes along.

Peter: I don't want anyone, but you. Please be my girlfriend.

Peter begs, giving her those puppy dog eyes.

Kathy: You're gonna be the one to tell Egon about us.

Peter smiles then looks at the time.

Peter: It won't be long before the others get up, so we should get dressed. Unless you want your own son to see you naked.

Kathy: Oh, yes. Don't wanna traumatize my only child.

Katherine stands up and dresses back in her silk pajamas. Peter gets up to zip up his pants and put on his shirt. She reached up to tousle his hair, her signature move, then left her hand on the side of his face. They didn't say anything for a while. Just shared a wordless conversation with their eyes. Then they become interrupted by the sound of the others waking up and coming down the stairs.

Peter: Morning, guys.

Winston: Morning, Peter.

Ray: Where were you?

Peter: I couldn't sleep, so stayed up all night.

Then the look over to Egon's mom.

Winston/Ray: Morning, Mrs Spengler.

Kathy: Morning, gentlemen.

Egon: Morning, mom.

Then he noticed what his mom is wearing and covers his eyes.

Egon: Mom, those pajamas are almost see-through. Can you please put on a robe or something?

Peter: Relax, Egon. I don't mind.

Egon: Peter, now isn't the time to be thinking with the wrong head. Especially in front of my mother.

Peter: It's too late for that, Egon.

Then Peter holds Kathy's hand.

Peter: Your mother and I are together.

It was all Winston and Ray could do to not bust out laughing at the look on Egon's face. Egon was speechless and eventually faints to the floor in response to the news of Peter dating his mom.

Peter: That went better, than I expected.

Kathy: He'll be okay.

…to be continued.