We were having an unusually hot spring, which might have bothered me last baseball season. But over the winter, since turning 18, I discovered girls in a big way. So while sitting on the bench waiting for the game to start, my instinct was to look back at the bleachers behind us to look for female flesh. Unfortunately, there were very few young girls that came to watch our team. However, that didn’t stop me from finding females to ogle, for I didn’t have any problem checking out my teammates’ moms.
Not that they were all raging beauties. Some were hot, absolutely, like Chris and Pete’s moms, both slender blondes with smoking bodies. Some, like Brad and Kip’s moms, I think that just about anybody would think were attractive. But there were some, like Mike and Eric’s moms, that had a little more flesh on them and maybe looked a little older, that I still liked looking at, in part because they had big tits, and in part, well, just because they were female and they were in my view. I wouldn’t want anybody else to know that I was lusting after these old moms, but then I wouldn’t want my friends to know that I was lusting after any of their hot moms either.
I was horny enough to risk taking a few good peeks back. There were several moms in shorts showing off some bare leg. A couple with bare arms and bra straps showing also. Not bad. Then there was Mike’s mom, Mrs. Miles, in a denim skirt. Mike had been one of my best friends for a few years, so it was odd to suddenly think of his mom as a sex object. On top of that, Mr. Miles had been my manager for the past two seasons, so Mrs. Miles was my manger’s wife. Mrs. Miles was one of those moms in the “fleshier” category, so her legs weren’t the best. But they were legs. Mrs. Miles had short spiked frosted hair, was pretty tall, taller than me, a little thicker in the waist and butt than I’d prefer. But she did have those nice big tits. So as she read a magazine while wearing these half-glasses, I took a long look at her exposed legs, and tried to look up her skirt. Just then she looked up, over her glasses, and made eye contact with me. Damn! Busted!
Some time later, early in the game, we were at bat, and I sat on the bench. I wanted to look back at the women, but didn’t want to risk getting caught twice in one game looking at Mrs. Miles. Sitting next to me was Eric. I felt Eric nudge me, and whisper, “Hey, Don, check it out. Look at Mike’s mom.”
“Huh?”
“Look at Mrs. Miles. You can see up her skirt.”
I looked back at Mrs. Miles. Her denim skirt had ridden up quite a bit, and her knees had spread apart more. Sure enough, I could clearly see a triangle of white panty up her skirt! First of all, I was thrilled to see Mrs. Miles’ panties. Second of all, I was shocked that Eric would point it out to me. Eric was the top player on our team, actually the top athlete in the league, a head taller than the rest of us, and very popular with the girls at school. If HE was willing to admit that he enjoyed looking up this woman’s skirt, I felt better about my own lust for her.
As I ogled Mrs. Miles’ panties, Eric turned to Pete, sitting on his other side, and pointed the show out to him. As we took turns looking back at Mrs. Miles, Eric said, “I think she’s doing it on purpose. I overheard a couple of the moms complaining about Vito’s mom last week. They were complaining about the way she dresses for the games.”
I remembered Vito’s mom last week, too. She came to the game right from work, dressed to the hilt. Mrs. Nippola looks too young to be Vito’s mom. She’s divorced, a hot dark-haired beauty, not very tall, but has killer legs and a firm body. I noticed her in the bleachers wearing a scooping top and push-up bra, as well as a short skirt. Damn, I even got to see up her skirt, to her pink panties under her pantyhose. But I didn’t know that everybody else noticed her, too.
I glanced back at Mrs. Miles, but turned away as she looked over at us. “She’s looking at us,” I whispered to Eric.
“She wants us to look at her. Look at her now, she’s spreading’ wider!” I looked back, and sure enough, Mrs. Miles had spread her knees apart wider, and she was looking right at us.
Mrs. Miles was now engaged in a conversation with Kip’s mom, Mrs. Deil. Mrs. Deil had a pretty face, luscious lips, and a nice slender figure. She looked younger than most of the moms, but her shoulder-length straight brown hair had some visible strands of gray.
Just as I was looking back admiring Mrs. Deil, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her tank top, and began pulling it up. “Holy crap,” I whispered. Eric and Pete heard me, and looked back just in time to see Mrs. Deil pull her top up over her head, shaking it through her hair, and dropping it next to her on the bleacher. She was wearing a pink bikini top. It wasn’t the most revealing bathing suit top I’ve seen, and her tits were pretty small anyways. But it was a bit of a surprise that she’d be on display in just a bikini top and cutoffs at her son’s baseball game.
Both Eric and Pete moaned at the sight of another team mom on display. We watched as Mrs. Deil arched her back and put suntan lotion on her shoulders, chest, and stomach.
Not only was it fun staring at all these scantily dressed MILFs, but also it was cool actually discussing them with Eric and Pete. It was just the beginning of the summer of “sharing” the team moms with my eighteen-year-old teammates.
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The very next game was on an even hotter day, and there were even skimpier clothes and more exposed bra straps in the bleachers. Not every mom was in attendance at every game. Today there were several moms that weren’t at the last game. This included Brad’s mom, Mrs. Curtis. She had nice legs, but her shorts were a little too long to show much thigh. This wasn’t the case with Mrs. Osteen, Chris’ mom. She had on some very short shorts, and as she sat on the bleachers with her legs crossed, Eric and I simultaneously spotted her blue panties peeking out of the side of her shorts.
I arrived a little early for the game, but several of my teammates were already there, hanging around the backstop and the bleachers. I saw Brad and Tim on the top row of the bleachers, and Pete and Eric were climbing down. Eric approached me, and mumbled, “Climb up to the top of the bleachers.”
“Why?”
“Mrs. Deil isn’t wearing a bra. Her blouse is hanging open and you can see her whole tit!”
I looked up at the bleachers, where Brad and Tim were sitting. Next to them was Mrs. Deil, who was wearing a white cotton sleeveless blouse, which scooped down in front. It appeared to be gapped open, and Brad and Tim were climbing all over each other to get a closer look.
I climbed up to bleachers and stood next to Tim, and pretended to be making small talk with him. But really I was standing over Mrs. Deil. Sure enough, her top was gapped way open, and I could see her whole right tit! It was small, pale in comparison to the rest of her chest, and it was capped with a brown nipple with smaller areolas. Her eraser-sized nipple was easy to see. Fuck! I’m seeing a tit! My first naked tit, and it was on an adult woman! I lingered as long as I dared before climbing down the bleachers and sharing my experience with Eric and Pete, who saw the same thing. As Brad and Tim climbed down the bleachers, Shawn and Bill replaced them. Seven of us saw our teammate’s mom’s tit, and it was the talk of the bench through most of the ball game.
Near the end of the game, Eric said to me, “Watch Kyle’s mom right after the game.”
“Gladly,” I quipped, thinking of Mrs. Kreske, Kyle’s attractive mom. “Why especially?”
“The last two games, when Coach Miles was telling everybody about the next game, she’s come up behind me and rubbed up against me.”
“Rubbed up against you?”
“Yeah. She presses her tit into my shoulder. If she does it again, I’m going to reach back and ‘accidentally’ rub her pussy or something.”
What happens immediately after the game is that the manager reminds the players when and where the next game or practices is, and what time to be there. Many of the parents also crowed around to hear what he has to say. So after this game, I backed up a bit, and sure enough, Mrs. Kreske found her way over to Eric, and stood behind him. Since Eric was the tallest one on the team, she wouldn’t be standing there to see better. Mrs. Kreske seemed to be pressing her left tit into Eric’s right shoulder. Mrs. Kreske had B cup tits I’d guess, was another cute brunette mom, but her hair was shorter than most of the moms. She was a bit of a fireplug; shorter than most of the moms. I wouldn’t call her slender, she had a little meat on her, but she looked like she worked out. I’ve often admired her hard thighs, and her round ass, when she wore tight shorts.
I stood right behind Mrs. Kreske, and watched her arch her back and press her left tit into Eric’s shoulder from behind. He was right; she was doing it on purpose! Eric seemed to be responding by slowly rubbing his shoulder back and forth over her tit. It was erotic to watch someone else’s “foreplay” with a mom.
Eric dropped his right hand to his side, and let it slide a little behind him. As he had threatened, he seemed to be attempting to touch Mrs. Kreske. He pressed the back of his hand into her crotch. Mrs. Kreske wasted no time in arching her hips forward to press her pussy into Eric’s hand and do a little subtle grinding on it. This all took place in a matter of seconds, before Coach Miles was done talking and the group dispersed.
This made one mom who showed us her panties, one who showed us her tits, and one who rubbed her tits and pussy against one of us. That was three horny moms we found out of the thirteen team moms. And it was still early in the baseball season, and the summer.
CHAPTER TWO: THE COACH’S WIFE
The following Saturday, I went over to Mike’s house before practice. It was the first time I’d seen Mrs. Miles since the game where she’d flashed her panties at us. I was pretty sure that it was deliberate, but if it was, I figured that it was likely for Eric’s benefit, who was so popular with girls. Perhaps older women found him attractive, too. But today, I immediately caught a different vibe from Mrs. Miles. I can’t explain it, just a look, and something in her voice when she said, “Hello, Don,” with a little smile. Mrs. Miles wasn’t dressed exceptionally. She was wearing some jogging pants and a t-shirt. But the shirt was tight and clinging enough that I kept looking at her big tits whenever she walked through the family room. They even swayed some inside of her bra. She was a big woman, taller than me, and broad shouldered. Her big round butt jiggled in those clinging slacks, and I think she caught me staring at her ass, too.
Coach Miles said that he was gong to go move a pile of mulch that was sitting in the driveway. He went outside, and I could hear his shovel scraping against the sidewalk, then his wheel barrel moving about the yard. Mike and I were talking in the living room, when I heard his mom calling from down the hall. “Mike, you have to go mow the lawn now!”
“Mom, I’ll do it after practice, Don’s here now,” replied Mike.
“No, you do it now. Don can go play video games in your room for a half hour,” said Mrs. Miles. After a little more arguing, Mike gave up the fight, and went out the side door to mow the lawn. That left me in the house alone with Mrs. Miles. I sauntered down the hall towards Mike’s bedroom, which I’d spent plenty of time in over the years. I knew where his video games were.
As I passed Mike’s parents’ bedroom, the door was wide open, and I glanced inside to my right. Standing beside the bed was Mrs. Miles. Totally naked. Buck naked. Full frontal. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared, my jaw hanging down. There she was, her big white tits right there, capped by large dark areolas and fat nipples. My eyes moved downward over her rounded belly to her fat triangle of brown pubic hair.
Mrs. Miles simply stood there silently, with a deadpan expression. I expected her to jump and cover or squeal or something. But she just stood there, clutching her white panties in one hand, and her other hand on her hip. Finally I broke off my stare, and stumbled my way down the hall to Mike’s room.
I sat on Mike’s desk chair, my heart beating rapidly. Did she forget I was in the house? Was she pissed? I couldn’t get those big tits and big areolas and long public hairs out of my mind. I just saw a grown woman – naked!
I could hear Mike’s lawn mower outside, as well as Coach Miles scraping the shovel. Then I heard Coach Miles’ wife walking down the hall toward me. I was bracing for a scolding or something. Mrs. Miles entered the room, now wearing a short white robe, tied in the front. She stood about two feet in front of me, and stood over me as I sat in the chair. She had that deadpan expression on her face. “Don!” she said, in her husky voice.
“Yes?” I replied.
The corners of her lips rose, into a closed-mouth smile. “Did you like what you saw?”
Was that a trick question? I paused, and then replied ‘Yeah.”
“Do you want to see more?”
I thought I’d seen it all, but I replied, “Yeah.”
Without another word Mrs. Miles untied her robe, and opened it up to show her big tits and hairy bush again. She quickly slid the garment off of her shoulders, and dropped it behind her on the carpet.
My eyes were at the level over her belly. My eyes darted from her pussy to her tits, taking them in, inspecting them. Her tits did slope down a little, but they were so big, and just inches away. There were some imperfections on her, but I didn’t care. This was a grown woman, completely naked except for some big white round earrings, and she was posing for me. I didn’t know what to do. Mrs. Miles made the next move for me. She spread her legs, moved forward, and lowered her bare bottom onto my lap. She wrapped her bare thighs around me, rested her warm ass on my bare legs, and thrust her chest forward.
“You can touch me,” she said. I reached up, and planted both of my palms on her naked tits, which were inches from my face. I groped her heavy melons firmly as she put her arms on my shoulders. “Ooh, such a firm young body,” she cooed in her husky voice. She pressed her body forward, until her pussy mound was rubbing against my hard cock in my shorts. She slowly humped me as she leaned down and opened her mouth. I opened mine, and planted my lips onto hers. She snaked her tongue in my mouth and French kissed me as we pressed together. Aware that we didn’t have much time, I slid my right hand down her side, and cupped her pussy mound over her forest of coarse pubic hair.
Mrs. Miles lifted up slightly, grabbed my shorts by the waist, and pulled them down. I lifted my butt up off the chair, and the big strong woman yanked my shorts and boxers down to my knees, and then tugged them down to my ankles. She wrapped her long fingers around my hard cock, and stroked it rapidly, while I continued kissing her and fondling her tit with my left hand. My right index finger found her wet slit buried in her pubic hair, and I slid it inside. It was warm and lubricated like nothing I’d ever felt before.
Mrs. Miles pulled my hand away from her pussy, aimed my cock at it, and guided my dick head inside. She thrust forward, and her hot pussy swallowed up my whole cock. Goddamn, I’m fucking a woman!
My friend’s mom clamped her big thighs around me, and began thrusting her hips in and out. My cock slid in and out of her as she wrapped her arms around me. My face was mashed against her chest. I put my hands on her side, then her hips, and then over her thrusting butt cheeks, sinking my fingers into her ass flesh.
I was aware that we had time constraints. The buzzing of the lawn mower and the scraping of the shovel outside reminded me that any moment my friend might re-enter the house and see me fucking his mom, or my baseball manager could catch me fucking his wife. Mrs. Miles was panting in my ear. My cock tingled with the soft slippery friction of the gliding pussy.
Mrs. Miles arched her back, causing her tits to lift up to my face. I took the opportunity to burrow between her tits, licking between them. Then I quickly kissed my way over her right tit, until my lips found her fat nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, and licked it. Mrs. Miles groaned hoarsely. “Ohhhh!”
As she thrust her hips, Mrs. Miles started bouncing up and down on my lap, causing faster friction on my cock. I stopped feeling around her body, and I grabbed her hips firmly, and thrust into her as fast as I could. I arched forward and felt her tits pressing into my chest. The chair was squeaking, but I forgot about the noises outside or who could walk in. My sole goal in life at that moment was to ejaculate into Mrs. Miles’ pussy. I was getting close. Coach Miles himself could have walked in at that moment, and I wouldn’t have stopped fucking his wife. Mrs. Miles was making sounds I didn’t expect to ever hear from my friend’s mom. She sounded like some zoo animal, grunting into my ear. “Hugh Hugh Hugh!” Like a train.
Mrs. Miles’ bare skin started to feel sweaty. She rotated her hips in circles as she thrust. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. Then she clamped her big thighs around me in a vice-like grip, and groaned. I took a moment to look over at her face. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were closed. I could see lines in her face I’d never noted before, as she appeared to be in pain. “OHHHHHHHHH!”
With almost no warning even to myself, I lost control, and gushed a load of sperm into Mrs. Miles’ pussy. I arched up and let her have numerous other spurts. Mrs. Miles began to shudder and shake on top of me, like she was having a seizure. Her body shook all over me, and I thought she was going to throw me off of the chair. I hung on and tried to keep her centered on me. “GRRRRRRR! UNNNNGGG!”
Just as I finally got done cumming inside of her, Mrs. Miles slowed her thrusting, until she finally collapsed on me. I felt her dead weight on my lap and on my shoulders as she panted heavily.
Then without a word, the big mother raised up off of me, letting my cock slide out of her pussy. She stood up and stepped back. I took one last look at her matted pussy hair and dangling tits as she bent down and picked up her robe. I had one strange fleeting moment of discomfort and modesty when I realized that my dick was out in front of my friend’s mom. She was in the process of putting her robe on when we heard the back door open. It brought me back to reality, and I quickly stood and started to yank up my shorts and boxers. Mrs. Miles turned and tied her robe as she walked out the door without a word, and hurried down the hall. Seconds later, Mike came into the bedroom. I told him I had to go to the bathroom, and as I made my way down the hall, I heard the shower running in Mrs. Miles’ master bathroom. When I’d wiped off my cock and washed my hands, and came out of the bathroom, Coach Miles was also in the house. A few minutes later, just as we were leaving for baseball practice, Mrs. Miles came out of her bedroom and said goodbye to us. As I was walking out the door, I looked back at her, and she gave me a little smile.
CHAPTER THREE: BLEACHERFINGER
The next game was on a cooler day, so I was afraid that there wouldn’t be much to view in the stands. I walked to the park because Mom and Dad were busy and were coming later. It had rained earlier, and so the game right before ours had been delayed. So not only did I have a long wait before my game started, I was starting to get cold. The bleachers were full, as parents from both the early game and our later game were there. I climbed up the right side of the bleachers, and found a spot next to Brad’s mom, Mrs. Curtis, on the edge of the top row. Her other son was playing in the early game. Mrs. Curtis said, “Hi, Don,” as I squeezed in next to her on her right. Mrs. Curtis had a blanket over her legs; that’s how cold it was. I could see from her bare calves that she was wearing shorts under the blanket. I tired to give Mrs. Curtis her space, but we were hip-to-hip next to each other. And Mrs. Curtis didn’t seem to want her own space. I felt her right leg press against my left leg. I didn’t mind the contact.
Brad’s dad, Mr. Curtis, was sitting next to Mrs. Curtis on her left. He was talking about baseball to another dad on the other side of him to his left. Mrs. Curtis watched the game. I caught glances of Mrs. Curtis’ face, only a foot from mine. I’d been on a few teams with Brad, plus we’d been in some classes together back in grade school, and his mom was often a Snack Mom or Field Trip mom, so I’d known his mom for a few years. God, was she pretty, in a wholesome sort of way. Her shoulder length brown hair was stylish, her nose turned up nicely, and she had really kissable lips. At this close range, I could see wrinkles in her face that showed a few years. She looked over at me, and said, “Are you cold, Don?”
“Yeah, a little,” I said.
“Here.” She threw her blanket over my legs. We were now sharing her blanket, and even through my baseball pants I could feel her bare thigh press against mine. I didn’t want to be offensive, but I wasn’t going to move away from her. Perhaps it was my imagination, but she seemed to enjoy rubbing up against me. I glanced over at Mr. Curtis. He was turned away from us, still talking about baseball. I guess that nobody could tell under the thick blanket that we were so close anyways. I put my hands under the blanket, on the tops of my own thighs, to keep them warm. Damn, it would be cool just to slide my left hand over onto Mrs. Curtis’ bare thigh. I looked over at her. She was staring straight ahead at the ballgame, but there seemed to be a little smile on her face. I’d swear I felt some sexual tension.
As if she read my mind, Mrs. Curtis put her right hand under the blanket. She slid it over to my hand, and held her right hand on top of my left hand. At fist I wondered if she were going to push my hand away or something. But she just cupped my hand for a moment. Then she grabbed my hand, and gently pulled it over towards her, until it was sitting on top of her bare right thigh. She withdrew her hand and rested it on top of the blanket, leaving my hand on her thigh. Wow!
I looked around. Everybody below us on the bleachers was watching the game, not us. A few of my teammates had arrived, and were hanging around by the backstop. Mr. Curtis was still turned away talking. I gently squeezed my hand down around her thigh. Mrs. Curtis’ only reaction was to rub her shoulder into mine. We were now pressed together from shoulder to hip to knee.
Very, very gently, I slid my hand more inside of her thigh, until the back of my hand was touching her left thigh. Her skin felt so smooth and warm. With no objection from my teammate’s mom, or from his dad who wasn’t noticing, I squeezed harder, and wiggled my fingers a little. But that was all the chances I was going to take.
Them Mrs. Curtis slid her hand under the blanket again, put her hand over mine, and pushed my hand higher up her thigh, spreading her legs wider. I let her guide my hand up her thigh, until I felt the edge of her shorts. I was careful not to move my hand or arm much, but I squeezed her upper inside thigh with my fingers. I spread my fingers apart, until I could feel my little pinky tapping against the crease by her crotch over her shorts. Again she reached under the blanket, and this time I was sure that she would push my hand away. But instead, she pulled my hand up further, spread her legs wider, and placed my hand square on her crotch over her cotton shorts.
My heart was beating a mile a minute, as I slowly rubbed my fingers up and down over her pussy mound. I tried to control my motions and my emotions. I glanced over, and Mrs. Curtis still had a little smile on her face as she stared straight out. I glanced at Mr. Curtis, who clearly had no idea that his wife’s pussy was getting rubbed by one of his son’s friends.
It felt great rubbing the woman’s protruding mound, and I would gladly have done it all day. But I was thinking of how I could go even further. Mrs. Curtis’ shorts were loose jogging shorts. I wondered if I could slide my hand inside of the left hole from this angle. I slid my hand off of her mound, and slid it under her shorts. I could feel the edge of her cotton panties. My fingers caressed her mound over her tight panties, and I felt a wet spot over her pussy.
I slid my fingers inside of her panties at the crotch. The fabric and elastic offered little resistance, and I was now touching a clump of matted pubic hair. Sliding over further, I cupped the furry pubic mound, and rubbed over it. Mrs. Curtis arched her hips forward to meet my hand.
I found the source of the wet spot, as my middle finger slid up and down her slit. Feeling the warm wetness, I pressed inward, and my middle finger sunk deep into Mrs. Curtis’ slippery pussy. My previously cold digit was now burrowed in the warmest place on the bleachers. Not that anybody else seemed aware of it. Being an experienced Baseball Mom, Mrs. Curtis would know that I was wearing a plastic protective cup inside of my jock, so there was no use for her to try to reciprocate and touch my cock.
I worked my finger in and out of the lubricated pussy as fast as I could without moving my hand or arm. Mrs. Curtis’ smile was bigger, her eyes glassier. Since it was easy, I slid my ring finger into the elastic pussy, and spread my fingers as wide apart as I could. I heard Mrs. Curtis inhale loudly. Then she put her hand under the blanket again, on top of my hand, and pressed my hand harder against her crotch. My palm was resting on the top of her slit, and rubbing up and down while I finger fucked her.
Mrs. Curtis was thrusting her hips in and out, and holding my hand against her pussy. I glanced over again, and Mrs. Curtis’ eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip. She opened her eyes, but her jaw was firmly clenched. Then she clamped her thighs hard around my hand, bucked her hips a little under the blanket, and leaned forward, I presumed to cover her orgasmic motions. A few more thrusts, and the red-faced mom relaxed. After a few more pelvic thrusts, she pushed my hand away from her crotch. I was pretty sure that she’d had an orgasm and was finished with me. I pulled my hand out from under the blanket, and subtly wiped Mrs. Curtis’ juices from my fingers onto the blanket.
Without a word, I climbed down the bleachers, and joined my teammates behind the backstop. On Coach Miles’ orders, we grabbed some baseballs, moved out down the left field line away from the stands, and started to play catch to warm up. Away from the bleachers, I held my fingers up to Eric, and said, “Wanna smell Brad’s mom?”
When it registered what I’d said to him, his jaw dropped. “What? Are you dreaming?”
“No,” I replied. “I just finger fucked Mrs. Curtis under a blanket on the bleachers.”
“Bullshit! Right up there next to her husband?”
“Yeah,” I laughed.
“How? Why?” Eric stuttered.
“She didn’t say a word, she just put the blanket over us, and placed my hand over her pussy. And I got two fingers in her!” I bragged.
“You asshole!” Laughed Eric. “I want to do that.”
I was proud of myself for doing something that made Eric, the class stud, envious. “Well, if she let me finger her,” I said pragmatically, ‘She’d probably let you do it some time.”
CHAPTER FOUR: BLEACHER BANG
I overheard a group of team moms complaining about Vito’s mom. They were commenting about the way she dressed at the games. I thought it somewhat hypocritical of several of them, since by this point in the hot season they were showing as much flesh and undergarments as Mrs. Nippola was. There was a difference, though. With some exceptions, the other moms generally wore what was considered acceptable casual summer attire for a sporting event. Their complaint about Mrs. Nippola was that they considered her flamboyantly underdressed. She came to the games right from work, and often wore spiked heels, tight miniskirts, frilly, colorful, low-cut, or see-through blouses, and push-up bras. Early in the season pantyhose were in evidence, but they disappeared with the cool weather. And at the last game, there was a thong sighting by Eric, who sat behind her on the bleachers.
The team players had noticed Mrs. Nippolas’ wardrobe, and the rest of her appearance. I guess she was of Italian descent, judging by Vito’s name and Mrs. Nippola’s long thick black hair and dark eyes and complexion. She wasn’t very tall, but she had a curvy figure and smooth legs. Many times one of us would walk by her as she sat on the bleachers, so we could look up her skirt, which she made easy. Standing over her was also a pleasure, because there was plenty of cleavage spilling out the top of her low-cut blouses and push-up bras. When we players weren’t checking her out, we caught the dads doing it, which was likely one source of the moms’ irritations. She was divorced, which also may have scared the moms a little. She would bounce up to the bleachers on her high heels, wiggling her butt and shoulders, waving and saying hello to us players and the dads. We liked her because she didn’t act snobby or treat us like children. By appearances, she had to be just about the youngest mom on the team. With her tight and revealing clothes she just made me desire her.
At a weekday practice, Kip, Shawn, and I asked Vito for a ride home, and he said no problem. Mrs. Nippola arrived while we were still on the field, and I had trouble paying attention to what I was doing when I could see her sitting alone on the bleachers in a short skirt and blouse. I came in to bat, and she gave me a little wave. She uncrossed her legs, and her pink panties were on display up her skirt. No pantyhose tonight.
Practice ended, and the coaches and most of the players disappeared in a hurry. By the time Vito, Kip, Shawn, and I got settled in Mrs. Nippola’s car, there were just a few players on bikes left. But Mrs. Nippola’s car wouldn’t start. She tried it a few times, but no deal. The four of us got out of the hot car and stood around the bleachers along with Pete and Tim, who sat on their bikes in no hurry to leave.
Mrs. Nippola made a couple of calls on her cell phone, and then exited her car and joined us by the bleachers. “Vito’s uncle is going to come and jump the car, but he can’t get here for about half an hour.”
At first I was a little irritated. Until I got smart and realized that not only did I have nothing to do at home, but we were now marooned with a sexy MILF in a short skirt and a see-through blouse. And it was starting to get dark.
I’d have preferred to be marooned alone with Mrs. Nippola, but I had to make do with five of my teammates. Mrs. Nippola settled back into the third row of the bleachers, and was soon surrounded by four horny teens. Vito stood nearby. I sat down on the first row of the bleachers, in a position to look up Mrs. Nippola’s skirt. She didn’t disappoint, and shot me a nice view of her panties. If the moms didn’t like the way she sat during the games, they should see the way she looked now, with her skirt hiked up high, a black see-through blouse that showed her black bra, and her cleavage spilling out the top of the scooping blouse.
At Mrs. Nippola’s invitation, Pete and Tim had managed to grab bleacher seats on either side of her. With the whole bleacher for the five of us, they were up tight next to her. She didn’t seem to mind their proximity. In fact, she put her hands on their thighs. Kip sat directly behind Mrs. Nippola, obviously looking down her blouse at her cleavage.
The baseball field wasn’t far off of the street, but it was a quiet street with little traffic, and the houses across the street were quite a distance and hidden by trees. Beyond the outfield were only shrubs and trees. We were fairly isolated.
Mrs. Nippola took a cell phone call. “Oh, don’t hurry,” she told the caller. “I’m surrounded by six strong handsome young athletes.” That gave my cock a jump, along with the little wink Mrs. Nippola gave me. Upon hanging up the phone, she said, “Vito, you don’t mind if I get cozy with your friends, to you?”
“Why should I care?” replied Vito.
Mrs. Nippola pressed her thighs into Pete and Tim’s. To do this she spread her legs wide, which hiked her skirt up even higher. Sitting in front of her, my eyes were at crotch level, and I looked between her two naked smooth inner thighs to see the mound of her pussy covered only by her tight pink panties. Mrs. Nippola ran her palms up Pete and Tim’s thighs, and grazed their crotches. Presuming they wore their cups to practice, she was only grabbing hard plastic, but the idea of what she was doing was enough to raise the temperature of everybody on the bleachers.
“It’s getting warm,” said Mrs. Nippola. I think I’ll unbutton my blouse a little.” Mrs. Nippola’s sheer low-cut blouse didn’t have too many buttons, so she only had to undo three of them to open up her blouse and have both of her shiny bra cups exposed to the dimming light.
“Geez, Ma, why don’t you just flash them your boobs?” Asked Vito.
Mrs. Nippola gave a little smile. “Do you boys want to see my boobs?”
“Yeah,” was the unanimous reply from the five of us.
I couldn’t believe it was that easy. And even easier was that Mrs. Nippola had a front-hook bra. With another dirty smile on her face, she unclasped the front of her bra, and her two tits fell out of their holsters. They weren’t as gravity defying as her push-up bra suggested, but they were firm and sizable and sloped out nicely. Her dark areolas pointed up, and her nipples were long and hard. She proudly thrust her chest out and smiled as she modeled her bare tits for us.
The bare tits were soon covered by Pete’s and Tim’s hands, eagerly kneading and squeezing them.
Mrs. Nippola’s feet were on either side of me, and I took advantage of my position to start stroking her calves. She looked down at me, and said, “Don, why don’t you sit here, for a better view?” She patted her footrest. I deftly climbed down and sat on the board at her feet, facing her. My face was now nestled between her bare thighs. The hot mom reached down with her right hand and pulled her panty crotch to the side. I was now a foot away from her bare pussy. It was shaved, with dark brown flesh on her mound surrounding her pink lips. The only pubic hair was a black strip right above her slit.
I burrowed my face between her thighs, and licked her hairless pussy. She quickly stopped, reached under her skirt, lifted her butt up off the bench, and pulled her panties down her thighs. I helped her slide them down her legs, and left the warm silky garment on the bench beside me. It was soon kicked off the bleachers and fell under them. By the time I got back to the bare pussy in front of me, Mrs. Nippola’s slit was already oozing juices onto the aluminum bench. I eagerly went back to licking into her pussy, slurping up and down and back and forth.
The two teens on either side of Mrs. Nippola had pulled down their pants and jocks. Mrs. Nippola jerked the two stiff cocks while I ate her out. Above her, Kip and Shawn were getting in some quick feels of her bare tits also. Mrs. Nippola took turns French kissing Pete and Tim. Soon Kip had his cock out, and Mrs. Nippola turned her head back and wrapped her lips on it.
“Vito, tell us if someone is coming,” called Mrs. Nippola to her son.
“The only thing coming is you, Mom.”
Mrs. Nippola stood up, and climbed onto Tim’s lap with her back to him, and slid her pussy down onto his hard shaft. She used her knees to pump up and down. When she bounced too hard, the aluminum bleachers rattled, and she calmed down. Everybody, including me, took turns feeling her tits. I now whipped out my cock, stood in front of Mrs. Nippola, and she leaned forward and sucked on it. I could hear her slurping noises as her lips slid up and down my cock shaft. She even licked my dick head, while emitting little moans. It wasn’t quite as good as a pussy, but getting a blow job seemed like the next best thing!
Tim came almost immediately. Mrs. Nippola slid off his cock, and laid down with her back on the bleacher. I quickly climbed between her legs, with my feet on the boards on either side of the one we were lying on. Mrs. Nippola squeezed me with her bare thighs, her skirt bunched up around her waist and her blouse and bra wide open. She wrapped her arms around me, and I slid my cock into her hot wet pussy.
Anybody driving or walking down the street might have noticed several bodies on the bleachers, but from that angle and in near-darkness they probably couldn’t see any nudity or know that we were fucking. At least I hoped.
I pumped rapidly. I learned that being on top gave me a better angle to thrust faster than when Mrs. Miles had straddled me. I have to admit it only took me a minute to cum inside of her. I was proud of myself for lasting that long.
As soon as I climbed off and before I even had my wet cock back in my pants, Kip took my place and became the third Cougar to fuck our teammate’s sexy brunette mom.
When Kip was done, Mrs. Nippola sat up. She pushed Pete down onto the bench, climbed on top of him, and fucked him while the rest of us played with her tits. She proudly bounced up and down, her back arched mostly, as we pawed at her jiggling tits.
Mrs. Nippola leaned over and took Tim’s cock in her mouth. “Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Moaned Mrs. Nippola as she fucked and sucked. She started to writhe her body, circling her hips over Pete’s cock.
Tim didn’t even last as long as Pete, and came into Mrs. Nippola’s mouth. Only after Mrs. Nippola swallowed his cum did she let the dick pop out of her mouth. She finished her orgasm, wailing loudly until Vito told her to keep quiet.
Just as we finished up, Vito’s uncle drove up in his car. We quickly pulled our clothes up. Mrs. Nippola looked around for her panties, but had to give up and leave them behind as she helped get the car started. She gave us a ride home singing as she drove with the windows open.
CHAPTER FIVE: MOM ON THE FENCE
Several days after Vito’s mom’s bleacher bang, my mom was driving me home from a practice. I’d already told her about the car not starting to explain why we were late getting home.
“Hey, Don?”
“Yeah, Mom.”
The other night, were there any other girls at the park when you were waiting for the car to get jumped?”
“Uh, no Mom.”
There was nobody else at the baseball diamond besides your teammates and Vito’s mom?”
“No, Mom.”
“I heard that some women’s underwear was found under the bleachers the next morning.”
“Yeah?”
“Nobody else stayed later?”
“No, Mom. We were the last ones to leave.”
Mom dropped it, but I guess it pays to be discreet. Should’ve picked up those panties.
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Our next game was an inter-league game in a nearby town. Our game was late afternoon, and it was scorching hot. Just a few feet from the playing field down the first base line was an outer six-foot chain link fence around the entire park. While an earlier game played, our team found some shade along the fence, since there was a row of trees just outside the fence. The coaches watched the previous game from behind the backstop.
Usually these away games had less parents attending, and I didn’t see too many of the moms around the bleachers. Then I spotted Kip’s mom, Mrs. Deil, on the other side of the fence. Smoking was banned from the park, and she was sneaking a smoke on the other side of the outer fence. I watched her working her way down to where we were sitting. She was wearing tiny white shorts that showed her nice slender legs, and a rustic blue tank top. Since I’d already seen her bare tit down her shirt another time, I was hoping that she’d be braless this time too. As she got closer I could detect two nipples poking through her top.
Mrs. Deil quietly sat down in the shade just a foot from where we were huddled on the other side of the fence. I worked my way over to the fence and glanced through. So did many of my teammates, no doubt also remembering that Mrs. Deil didn’t always wear bras.
She didn’t disappoint. She sat cross-legged, leaning forward. Her tank top was gapped open, and I got a look at her familiar right nipple capping her cone-shaped tit. It was so obvious that everyone could surely see it. Actually, when she turned a little, I could see both nipples, as her tits practically hung out of her top. And she turned to put out her cigarette in the dirt, a whole bunch of her left tit was visible through the arm hole of her top.
Mrs. Deil then engaged in small talk with the team, sitting and smiling while we all stared down her top and her bare tits. How could she not be aware? Or was she aware?
After a while, Kip wandered over to the fence. He looked down at his mom, and sarcastically said, “Geez, Mom, do you think you could flash your tits a little more?”
Mrs. Deil looked down at her top, but didn’t cover herself. Then she stood up and said, “Sorry if I’m offending anybody.”
“No need for apologies,” said Tim.
Mrs. Deil pressed up against the chain link fence, with a little smile on her face. “Well, I hope you enjoyed the view.”
“Yeah!’ said several of my teammates.
Mrs. Deil smiled a dirty smirk while rubbing her chest against the fence. She glanced down at herself, reached up with her right hand, and slowly pulled her tank top down. She didn’t have to pull down far until her white tit started to appear. Little doubt she could see me, and most of my other teammates, staring at her tit, as her brown nipple popped out over her top. She pulled further until her whole A-cup tit was exposed. Then she pressed forward again, until her tit was poking through the chain link fence.
There were several moans as Kip’s mom stood there smirking and flashing her tit at us, her chest pressed against the fence. Then she pulled her top town to expose her left tit, and pushed that one through the fence, too.
I couldn’t help myself. With her left tit just inches from me, and just the fence separating us, I reached up and rubbed my fingers over her hard nipple. When her only response was a smile, Tim reached up and felt her right tit.
Mrs. Deil moaned as both of her tits got felt through the fence. I tugged on her hard nipple, and squeezed as much of her little tittie as I could get my hands on. Then I leaned down and took the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.
“Oooh”, cooed Mrs. Diel. My teammates were pressed around me, so I hoped nobody else could see what we were dong with Kip’s mom. But frankly I wasn’t giving it much thought. I just didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to play with a mom’s bare tits. I flicked my tongue over her nipple.
I saw other hands trying to reach through the fence to get at Mrs. Deil. She pushed her crotch against the fence, and hand were touching her bare thighs and shorts-covered pussy.
I came up for a breath, and two other hands grabbed the tit that I had been licking. Mrs. Deil pressed her face up to the fence, her lips pursed. I pressed my lips up to the hole between the links, and attempted to kiss her. The fence prevented a good make-out session, but Mrs. Deil did stick her tongue out, and our tongues met and encircled each other outside of our mouths.
My cock was pressed against the fence, and Mrs. Deil stuck her fingers through the fence and touched my crotch over my uniform and cup. I quickly buckled my belt, and pulled my cock out. It was already hard. Mrs. Deil reached through just enough to touch my cock head. I pressed my crotch up to the fence and stuck my wiener all the way through. Mrs. Deil grabbed it with her left hand and jerked me off. I didn’t understand what she meant when she said, “Oh, a glory hole.”
Eric then took his cock out and stuck it through the fence, and Mrs. Deil gave both of us hand jobs while Tim and a few others played with her tits. Someone managed to unzip her fly and get her pants open enough that I could see her brown pubic hair sticking out.
Mrs. Deil slid to her left just a little, and rubbed her bare pussy over my dick head. Just like that, the head slid in her wet slit. I was now fucking my teammate’s mom, in front of my teammate and the rest of my team, outside in broad daylight, and through a fence.
I humped as much as I could, but the fence kept me from getting maximum penetration. Mrs. Deil pulled out, and turned around. She pulled her shorts and her panties halfway down her thighs, exposing her bare white ass to the others and me. She pressed her ass up to the fence, and I felt her pussy sliding over my cock again. Again, my dick head penetrated the mature pussy.
I humped into the fence, and Mrs. Deil humped back into me. The fence made a little metallic noise. There wasn’t much that my teammates could do now to touch Mrs. Deil, so they simply crowded around me and watched me fuck the older woman Rockygie style through the fence. I couldn’t grab hold of Mrs. Deil, so I clutched the fence as I humped her. I could see enough of Mrs. Deil’s face to see her eyes were closed, and she was smiling.
It didn’t take Mrs. Deil long to start gyrating into an orgasm, and as she started to shudder, I quickly followed. As soon as I was done spurting into her pussy, I put my cock away, and Tim took my place in the chain link “glory hole”, and fucked Mrs. Deil from behind.
My lust momentarily sated, I came back to reality and realized that we were pretty much out in the open fucking this woman. I looked over at the bleachers, perhaps seventy feet away, and nobody seemed to be watching us. There was nobody on the other side of the park fence approaching or watching Mrs. Deil. Out on the baseball field, some kid from another team was playing right field. He was watching us, likely getting glimpses of a near naked woman getting fucked through a fence. Just as he was gawking at us, a fly ball was hit in his direction, and it dropped right in front of him before his yelling teammates got his attention and he retrieved it.
After Tim came, Mrs. Deil faced us again, and got on her knees. She took Eric’s cock in her mouth through the fence, and grabbed two more cocks with her hands. In short order she’d satisfied three more teen cocks, making five so far. She took on several more, with her hands, mouth and pussy, as Kip simply stood back and watched his mom getting gangbanged by his teammates in a ball field. Thinking I’d already seen everything, I had to laugh when I watched Kip pull out his cock and stick it though the fence. I don’t even know if Mrs. Deil realized whom the cock belonged to when she grabbed it, but she was now jerking off her own son.
Tim was getting sucked off when came in Mrs. Deil’s mouth, and Mrs. Deil pulled back too quick and got hit by a shot of jiz on her face. Her hands were also sticky with cum.
I don’t know if everybody had gotten off when Coach Miles started walking our way; at least nearly everybody had. “Hey, Coach Miles is coming!” I said. Mrs. Deil pulled away from the fence, pulled up her shorts and zipped them up, and stuck her tits back into her top. She wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand, and we straightened up our uniforms as the coach approached. Mrs. Deil simply waved at Coach Miles as she walked away, and he waved back.
We played a pretty good game and kicked ass. I attributed it to being relaxed.
CHAPTER SIX: COACH MOM
“Don?”
“Yeah, Mom?”
“What was going on before the game today?”
“Uh, nothing.”
“I saw Kip’s mom down by the fence before the game.” Mom had come to the game later. I was hoping she’d arrived after we played with Mrs. Diel, but I guess she got there during the middle of things. I hope she didn’t see too much.
“It looked like there was a big commotion around her by the fence. Did somebody get hurt? What was she doing there?”
“She was smoking, and came over to talk to Kip.”
“She didn’t offer you boys a smoke, did she?”
“No, Mom, she didn’t offer us a smoke.” I hope I sounded sincere. Mom dropped it, so hopefully she was satisfied with my answers. Phew.
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Kip wasn’t a real friendly guy, and Vito just wasn’t one of the guys we hung out with or sat next to on the bench, so there was minimal follow-up discussion about much of the team fucking their moms, or their own participation in their moms’ gangbangs.
At the next game, Pete’s mom showed up in the bleachers in a tight fashionable summer dress that scooped way down in front, showing some pushed-up cleavage, more cleavage than I thought the slender blonde possessed. Pet’s mom was a bona-fide stuck up bitch, the kind of mom that tended to treat us like vermin when we were around, if she even acknowledged our presence. She seemed the least likely mom to wear something sexy to a ballgame. But then again she’d rarely attended her son’s ballgames before.
And that’s when a taboo was broken. Up to that point, as much as Pete and Eric and I talked about some of the hot moms in the stands, there was never any mention of any of our own moms. Eric’s mom was a redhead with a little weight on her and very average looks, but I enjoyed staring at her big tits and wondered what the redhead’s pussy hair looked like. Still, I wasn’t about to mention Eric or Pete’s moms, and they never mentioned mine.
But upon seeing Pete’s mom, Eric asked, “Pete, what’s up with your mom dressed that way?”
Pete didn’t seem offended. “I think she’s trying to piss off my dad. They’re going through a divorce. She caught him fucking my sister’s babysitter.”
Pete’s dad was Coach Clark, one of our team’s assistant coaches. I thought he was a jerk. He was hired on after the draft as an extra coach, because Pete was not one of our best players. Actually, he was one of the worst. I think he played ball just because his dad made him. Coach Clark was a typical big loud jock, never teaching but always yelling. I hated the way he berated Pete for making mistakes.
So today Mrs. Clark was sitting up in the stands looking standout sexy and overdressed, while Coach Clark stewed on the bench or on the field.
This discussion of Pete’s mom opened up a can of worms about each other’s moms. Eric asked, “Ever seen your mom naked, Pete?”
Pete replied. “Yeah. But only since Dad moved out. She used to be real modest, but now she’s always parading around the house in her underwear or sexy lingerie, and even leaving the bedroom door open when she changes.”
“How about you, Mike?” asked Eric. Ever seen your mom naked?”
“No,” replied Mike. “She keeps her door locked tight when she changes.” I kept my mouth shut about seeing Mike’s mom naked when she left the bedroom door open, right before she fucked me. “How about you, Eric?”
“Yeah, I’ve seen her naked. I’ll come home and be real quiet so she doesn’t know I’m there, and then she’ll come out of her bedroom or the shower completely naked.”
“What does she look like naked?” Asked Mike.
“Her tits are big and heavy and have light colored nipples,” replied Eric about his redheaded mom. “And her bush is basically the same red color as the hair on her head. Pretty wild looking.”
“Wow, a firebush!” Said Mike. I’d never heard that term before, and it made me chuckle.
“How about you, Dan?” asked Pete.
“No,” I replied. “I’ve never seen her naked. Never tried.”
“Why the fuck not?” Asked Eric. “She’s the hottest mom on the team.”
I was taken aback by that comment. Not because I was offended, but I just thought of my mom as a mom. Before Kip and Vito took part in their respective moms’ jizfest, I couldn’t imagine any son having sexual thoughts of his own mother.
I looked back at the bleachers, and there was Mom. She was very tall, five foot ten inches. And pretty enough for her age. I guess I always knew she was pretty. She did have long legs, which were currently on display in her shorts. And yeah, I guess she did have big tits. Wow, I guess she had REALLY big tits, now that I look at her in her tight red tank top. I felt my cock stirring in my cup, thinking about my mom as a sex symbol, and thinking about my teen teammates thinking about her sexually, the way I thought about their moms.
As if on queue, Mom leaned over to retrieve something from her purse, allowing her tank top to gap open, and a whole lot of cleavage to be displayed to my teammates. “Ummmmm!” several groaned.
Mike asked to no one in particular, “Anybody here fucked their mom?”
A month ago I would have laughed at such an absurd question. But witnessing Kip and Vito fondling their moms’ tits, it didn’t seem like such a wild inquiry.
Shawn replied, “I’ve SEEN my mom fucking. I watched her fuck a boyfriend a couple of years ago.”
“Was that kind of sick?” Asked Mike.
“She’s been divorced from my dad for years, so she had this one boyfriend. Nothing weird about it. It was pretty hot, watching them banging away. She was on top, and her ass was grinding and her tits were hanging down.”
We didn’t always have to look behind us in the stands for some female action. Sometimes we could just look forward. Shawn’s mom, Mrs. Truffeau, was one of our coaches. Not that she knew much about baseball. But here’s the way it worked with our league: the dads were all nuts about winning games, more than us players were, so picking the best players was important. And before the season, when the league held a draft, the managers got to reserve their kid, and their coach’s kids. So how good an assistant coach’s kid played was more important than how well the dad could coach. And since Shawn was a great player, and his mom was divorced and Shawn’s dad wasn’t around, Coach Miles picked Mrs. Truffeau as an assistant coach so he could automatically get Shawn on his team.
So at practices and at games, Mrs. Truffeau was the only female on the baseball field. She wasn’t the prettiest of moms, or one of the classiest or ladylike. Her face was just average, and her shoulder-length brown hair was sort of unkempt and unstyled. And her body was sorta skinny. But she did have nice sized tits on such a skinny frame. And her ass and legs weren’t bad, either, when she was the only female to look at. She couldn’t coach us on much, but I liked watching her spread her legs and stick her ass out while she hit fungos to us.
She started out the year as just a mom, but the more time she spent around us, she loosened up and tolerated our juvenile behavior and jokes. Sometimes I think she tried to fit in and act like a little more like a regular person and less like a mom. And sometimes I think perhaps she enjoyed our dirty teen innuendos.
And when the weather warmed up, she wasn’t afraid to dress skimpy in front of us; or the people in the stands. At practices it started with tight tank tops and spandex shorts over her skinny butt. Soon she was wearing that to games. And once she wore a one-piece bathing suit with cutoffs at a game, coaching first base like that. I don’t know what the parents or Coach Miles thought, but we took notice on the bench.
It seemed to start when she caught me staring at her tits once, and just smiled at me. Then she started trading dirty innuendos, when someone would make some juvenile dirty comment. Like when Kip held two baseballs in his hand and said something about having “a pair of big balls”. Mrs. Truffeau retorted, “Kip, you only wish your balls were that big.” And then some baseball bat jokes. Guys standing with their baseball bats between their legs, and someone would say something dirty. Mrs. Truffeau said, “I’ve had bigger.”
And then she started rubbing up against us. It began as little pats of our shoulders or backs when we made a good play. Some of the visiting fields had actual dugouts, or at least benches obscured by tarps and things. I used to sit next to Mrs. Truffeau on the bench as she kept score, and read the score sheet. She’d sit close to me as she explained how she kept score, and rub her bare leg against mine, and I’d press back. Once Mrs. Truffeau stood behind me on the bench and put her hand on my shoulders. She slowly caressed my shoulders and back, and then leaned forward until I could feel her upper thigh pressing against my upper arm. I pressed back, and then she pressed her pussy mound into my shoulder. All of this was out of the eyeshot and earshot of the other coaches and adults.
It got to the point that when she was coaching first base and I’d get on base, she’d come over and whisper some instructions to me, and press her tit into my shoulder. It was hard to concentrate on the game when she did that.
Then today, she showed up to the game in her black spandex shorts and tight white tank top, only this time she wasn’t wearing a bra! Kip and Eric and Pete and I all noticed right away. The whole game she’s out coaching the bases like that, and coming back to the bench and parading in front of us, as her sizable tits jiggled on her slender frame under her top, her nipples poking through.
Mrs. Truffeau’s son Shawn heard the comments from us boys, and finally said out loud, “Geez, Mom, why don’t you just flash your boobs?”
Everybody chuckled, and Mrs. Truffeau looked down at her chest. “They’re just boobs. What, you boys don’t like boobs?”
“Show us your boobs and we’ll tell you if we like them,” quipped Kip.
“You boys should be paying attention to the game, not boobs. We’re down four runs. We need to win this game.”
“Flash us once and we’ll get motivated,” said Pete.
“You win this game, and maybe I will, Pete,” said Mrs. Truffeau.
I didn’t think she meant it, but that WAS motivation, and we came from behind and beat our rivals in an important game. We were stoked about it, but the adults and coaches were even more ecstatic. Mrs. Truffeau invited all of us players over to her house for a sleepover celebration. We all went home and changed, and got dropped off at Shawn and Mrs. Truffeau’s house.
By the time I got there, Mrs. Truffeau was three sheets to the wind. She’d clearly been celebrating by having a few drinks, and met me at the door with a beer in her hand. She was wearing the same spandex shorts and braless white tank top she wore at the game. She gave me a hug and mumbled something about “a great game!”
Everybody else on the team was already in the family room next to the kitchen, and Mrs. Truffeau joined us there. She walked among us, holding a beer bottle in her left hand, telling each of us individually, “Good game.” She was patting us on the butt with her right hand. I saw Eric return the pat by patting Mrs. Truffeau on the butt, and she just smiled at him. That emboldened me, so when she walked by me and patted my butt, (actually, more of a squeeze), I grabbed a handful of her ass. The spandex gave way as I squeezed, and I cupped her cheek for a moment. Mrs. Truffeau moved on, but looked back and gave me a dirty smirk. My heart was thumping by my boldness, the feel of her butt, and her dirty smirk.
Shawn had some music playing, and Mrs. Truffeau started dancing with herself. Of course all of us teen boys watched her braless tits shake.
“Shake ’em”, yelled Kip. That only encouraged her more, and she shook her tits and thrust her hips at us.
“Hey, weren’t you going to show your boobs if we won the game?” asked Pete.
“I said MAYBE,” said Mrs. Truffeau.
“Oh, come on, Mom, just show ’em. They’re practically hanging out anyways,” said Shawn. They were hanging out the top and spilling out through the armholes at the sides.
The rest of us hollered out words of encouragement. Mrs. Truffeau put down her beer bottle, smiling, like she was pondering. Then she leaned over, bending at the waist, grabbed the top of her tank top in front with both hands, and pulled it open, revealing her hanging tits. I could see her white puppies dangling down, capped with large brown areolas. We all cheered, but the show was a quick one, and she stood up with a big dirty smile on her face.
“More!” We bellowed. Mrs. Truffeau smirked at us before taking a swig from her beer bottle. “More! Take it off!”
“Your turn,” she said. “You take your shirts off.”
I don’t know if she was bluffing or not, but Eric and I peeled off our shirts, and soon the entire team was standing and sitting around shirtless. Mrs. Truffeau put her beer bottle down, crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her top, and started to lift up. Soon she was peeling her shirt up over her tits and trough her hair.
All of us boys hollered and whistled as Shawn’s mom stood and posed topless for us. Her tits did look pretty big on her slender frame. They were very pale, but her areolas were pretty darned large and quite dark. Her tits sloped down just a bit, but were round. I watched as her nipples puckered and stuck out.
Mrs. T picked up her beer bottle and took a swig, taking in the attention and hoots and whistles. She looked down at her naked tits, and then swung her shoulders from side to side, which caused her tits to shake. After getting more hollers and whistles, she shook her chest up and down to make her tits bobble.
Mrs. T leaned back against her fireplace mantle. She put her beer on the mantle, and rested her arms on it. There was a moment there when nobody knew what to do. Mrs. T asked, “Don’t any of you want to feel them?” With that, Kip and Shawn approached her and each grabbed a tit. Mrs. T gave her own son a dirty smile as he felt her tit. The rest of us approached, and soon there were numerous hands reaching out for tits. Other hands found her spandex shorts and felt her ass. Mrs. T smiled as she got jostled around. She managed to grab a few guys’ cocks and asses, and tugged down on a few guys’ pants until she got some bare stiff cocks in her hands.
I was able lean in and get my right hand on her right tit briefly, crudely squeezing it and tugging at her hard nipple. But the competition was harsh, and I got knocked off balance. I ended up on my knees right in front of Mrs. T. I was inches away from her pussy mound, and so I reached in and rubbed the hump over her tight pants. After a bit, I wanted naked flesh, and so I tried to reach in the top of her shorts, but they were too tight. Mrs. T looked down at me stretching her shorts, smiling at me. I reached up and started to pull her pants down. Somebody who was feeling her ass helped, and several hands yanked her pants down along with her white panties. I pulled them down to her ankles, and Mrs. T stepped out of the garments.
I was now staring directly at a naked pussy, covered with brown hair. It was sexy. I reached in and rubbed the matted fur for a moment, and then slid my middle finger in. Mrs. T was very wet. I finger fucked her for a bit as Mrs. T. grabbed several guy’s heads and pulled them towards her to make out with them. She spread her legs a little further apart, giving me room to work.
Since eating Vito’s mom, I had dreamed of licking another pussy. I burrowed my head into her crotch, felt her hair tickling my nose, and found her wet slit with my tongue. Mrs. T’s pussy was hot and musky smelling. I loved the scent, and licked deep and rapidly. Mrs. T spread wider and thrust her pussy harder into my face.
“OK, swing your bats. Show me your lumber,” hollered Mrs. Truffeau.
“Huh?” Said Brian.
“Take off your pants!”
All of us stripped out of the rest of our clothes. Mrs. T broke away from the pack, and as I stood up she grabbed my hand. “Don gets to go first because he ate my pussy so well.” She reached down and grabbed my hard cock, and stroked it rapidly. As she did, she grabbed my head and pressed her lips against mine, sliding her tongue into my mouth. Apparently she didn’t have an issue with kissing the mouth that just licked her pussy. Then she pulled me over to a coffee table, and said, “Lay down, Don.” I obeyed, lying on my back on the wooden coffee table, my legs hanging off the end. Shawn’s naked mom threw one leg over me, and lowered her torso over my crotch. I felt her slide her pussy down over my cock, and felt the warm wetness slide down the shaft, until her pubic hair met mine. Her tits were dangling over my head, and I grabbed them both.
Mrs. T got in a nice rhythm as she fucked me. My teammates circled the table, and reached out to play with their female coach’s tits. Someone stuffed a cock in her face, Kip I think, and she sucked on it while grabbing two more cocks with her hands.
“Ooh, Mmmph!” I heard her moan as her lips stretched around Kip’s cock. She squeezed her pussy tightly around my cock, and thrust her hips rapidly. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and it sounded like Mrs. T wasn’t either. “Ggrrrpph! MMooorrphh!”
My coach gyrated her hips around rapidly, and shuddered. I let loose with a load of jism, up into her mature pussy. She fell down onto my sweaty chest, her tits mashed against me.
Finally Mrs. T sat up, and lifted her pussy off my glistening cock. I stood up, wobbly, and immediately Kip took my place on the table. Mrs. T simply smiled and lowered herself back down onto Kip’s cock, and she was off to the races again.
I realized that I was starving, so I grabbed one of the sandwiches that were sitting out, and sat and watched the action for bit. My female coach was naked and humping my friend, while an entire team of naked baseball players surrounded her with their hard cocks. Those that weren’t getting direct action from Mrs. T’s pussy, mouth, or hand, were pulling their own cocks, or grabbing her tits.
Rejuvenated, I joined the game again, getting my hands on Mrs. T’s jiggling tits. Kip didn’t even last as long as I did, and soon Tim was under the coach and getting fucked.
Mrs. T got about half way through the team, and then started switching positions. She took Chris as she lied on her back on the coffee table, Mike while lying on the couch, she sat on Kyle’s lap on the couch as she fucked him, and finally Eric fucked her as she lied on the kitchen table with her legs over his shoulders as he stood between her legs.
It was then that I noticed Shawn standing in the back, naked, stroking his hard cock. Mrs. T noticed him too, and called out, “C’mon, Shawn! I can see you want a piece of me too.” Shawn sauntered over to his mom, and she gave him a kiss on the lips. She reached down and grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly. Shawn played with her tits. Mrs. T pulled him over to the couch, pulled him on top of her, and guided his cock into her pussy. Shawn fucked his own mom in front of his friends, and if either of them was ashamed they sure didn’t act like it. They fucked rapidly and loudly, and both seem to have loud orgasms.
We did one more round after dark, and I got to fuck Mrs. T Rockygie style as she bent over the table, my crotch slapping into her rippling ass. By the third time through the team, Mrs. T was lying back on the floor, a beer in one hand and a sandwich in the other, for several guys. It was nearly dawn by the fourth round, and a sloppy drunk Mrs. T was having to suck my cock to get it rock hard again. And she did a great job on it. It was great feeling having her wet lips sliding up and down my sore shaft. I finished in her pussy, lying on top of her on the couch.
CHAPTER SEVEN: FIREBUSH MOM
As occupied as my brain, and my cock, were, thinking about fucking and playing around with Mrs. T’s naked body, I was also giving some thought to my own mom. I’d never given her any thought before, sexually. And then I heard all the comments from my friends on how sexy they thought she was. And then I watched three of my teammates playing with and even fucking their own moms. And then I saw Mom on the bleachers flashing cleavage and legs. Could I get turned on by my own mom?
There was confusion for a few days. She did make my cock jump when I saw her on the bleachers. Was that a fluke? I observed her closer at home.
Which is to say I checked out her body. I concluded that if she’d been anybody else’s mom, I would find her hot. I started checking out her legs when she wore shorts. I tried to look down her tops. I watched her ass wiggle and tits jiggle when she walked. And then I saw her in the morning in just her nightshirt. She was braless. Her tits looked pretty darned firm, swaying as she walked. I sat across from her when she sat down in her short nightshirt, trying to look up her legs, and managed to get a glimpse of her white panties. When nobody else was home, I snooped in her room, rifling through her underwear and lingerie drawers. Her underwear was pretty boring. Mostly white and conservative, with just a few pastels and black stuff. No thongs, no front hook bras, no real push-up bras. I found a few used pairs of panties in her closet, searched through the crotch, and found one very long curly pubic hair. She wasn’t shaved. That night, for the first time, I masturbated while picturing my mom naked.
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Eric was a two-sport player, and was sometimes absent from practices because of a high school track event. Eric’s mom, Mrs. Taylor was a “team mom”, meaning that she sometimes helped arrange snacks and parties and stuff. Before the next practice, Mrs. Taylor was there despite the fact that Eric wasn’t. Coach Miles announced that we would be voting on Team Captain, and that Mrs. Taylor would be officiating because coaches weren’t allowed to sway the vote. So Mrs. Taylor was the only adult within earshot as we sat on the bench.
“Um,” she began, “I have a really really huge favor to ask. I’d like you to vote for Eric for team captain. I think it would help his college resume.”
Eric was the best player in the league and very popular among the other players. He would have been my first choice regardless. But it was a little strange for his mom to be intervening. There was silence from the team.
“Um, can you be bribed?” Asked Mrs. Taylor. “What can I do to make you vote for Eric?”
After a brief silence, from the end of the bench someone muttered, “Show us your fire bush.” I don’t know if he meant it to be audible, but the team snickered.
I cringed and waited for Mrs. Taylor to explode. But the redheaded mom was trying to bribe us, so she couldn’t really squeal on us, could she? She smirked and looked at us through her glasses. “If that’s what you want. You make Eric captain, and I’ll show you my fire bush. Okay!”
We all looked at each other and muttered our affirmatives. Mrs. Taylor passed out paper and pen, and we each voted. I couldn’t help stare at her big tits in her tight t-shirt and her crotch protruding from her tight shorts, as she collected my ballot. Would she really show a team full of her son’s friends her pussy?
When Mrs. Taylor counted the ballots, or course Eric won. Unanimously, I would bet. “Thank you, boys. A deal is a deal. On Wednesday after school, Eric has a track meet. I’ll be home alone. You all come over. And don’t tell a soul. Promise?”
Once again we all agreed with the redheaded mom, and continued with the practice, eleven boys with hardons stuffed in their cups and jocks.
Wednesday came, and I walked over to Eric’s house. I met several other boys at the door, which was open. We walked through the screen door, and heard Mrs. Taylor upstairs. She yelled down, “Go on downstairs and grab a pop. I’ll be down when everybody is here.” What, was she going to come downstairs naked or something? Within a few minutes the entire team, sans Eric, was gathered in Mrs. Taylor’s downstairs family room. I was on the couch surrounded by teammates, when Mrs. Taylor yelled, “Is everybody here?”
“Yeah,” we hollered. Mrs. Taylor came down the stairs and entered the room. She was dressed real sexy. Bordering on slutty. Her skirt was so tight I don’t know how she got down the stairs in it. Her white blouse scooped low, showing plenty of her ample cleavage. She had on hose and spiked heals. Her face was made up, and her earrings and necklace were white. I realized that it was the first time I’d ever seen her with her glasses off.
The team started hooting and whistling. Mrs. Taylor smiled and posed for us, putting one hand up and one on her hips. “Are you ready for a show, boys?”
“Yeah!” we bellowed. Mrs. Taylor turned around and pressed a button on a CD player behind her. Some pop dance song I didn’t recognize started to play. Mrs. Taylor started dancing.
The first thing I noticed was the way her cleavage jiggled. Then her whole tits in her bra jumped up and down. Mrs. Taylor was a pretty average dancer, but she had a few sexy moves, like putting her hands up over her head as she thrust her chest out. As she spread her legs and moved her hips, her tight skirt hiked up some, and I watched her meaty thighs. I could see her hose tops peeking out from under her hem. She was wearing garters.
My friend’s mom leaned over and showed us more of her hanging tits, spilling out of her bra. To a round of whistles and grunts from the baseball team, she shook them. She even walked right over to where I was sitting on the couch, and shook them right in my face. Then she straightened up, heaved her chest out, and spread her legs wide, exposing her garters and the upper parts of her bare mature thighs. I’d seen her in shorts to know that the tops of her thighs were freckled, but now I was seeing her inner thighs up near her crotch and the freckles were fewer. Her garters were a lavender color. Soon I could see her panty crotch, and her panties were also lavender.
Mrs. Taylor turned around, and shook her ass at us. Her butt was fairly big, but I still enjoyed the mature woman shaking it at me. So did my teammates, judging by their faces and their hollering. She even bent down and stuck her butt in our faces. This caused her skirt to rise so much in back that I could see her panty crotch between her legs. I couldn’t see the back of her panties. I wondered if she were wearing thongs.
Mrs. Taylor faced us as she started to unbutton her blouse. Soon she was opening it up wide for us, displaying her lacy lavender push-up bra that matched her panties and garters. She slowly dropped the blouse behind her, and I gawked at her big tits inside of her bouncing bra. Her tits were hanging out the top and the sides of her cups.
Our Team Mom fumbled with a clasp on the side of her tight skirt, and slowly pulled down her zipper, smiling at us as she did, wiggling her hips side to side. Then she started to tug the tight garment down her hips, with some difficulty. She kept working at it, side to side, until her tight silk lavender panties were completely in view. She bent over as she pulled her skirt down her legs, and somewhat awkwardly stepped out of them.
Mrs. Taylor walked and danced her way back and forth right in front of us in her bra and panties and garter and hose and heels. She shook her coarse red hair. I watched her thighs jiggling. Then she lowered her left bra strap. “Yeah!” Mike yelled.
She dropped the other strap. She reached behind her, and worked on the bra clasp. She unhooked it, and held her bra up over her tits with her right arm. Finally, after much loud coaxing, she dropped the bra, and her big tits bobbled free. Her chest was heavily freckled, but after the first inch or so of cleavage, her pale tits were free of freckles. Her wide areolas were a bright pink color. Her nipples didn’t appear as fat as Mike’s mom’s, but they appeared longer.
Mrs. Taylor again put her hands up in the air and shook her tits at us, thrusting them out, before leaning over me and shaking them in my face. I wanted to reach out and grab them, but I wasn’t sure if that’s what she wanted.
Mrs. Taylor turned her back to us. She was, indeed, wearing thongs. Both of her large mature butt cheeks were bare, jiggling and rippling. They were nearly free of freckles, but not quite. She shook her cheeks rapidly. Then she put her hands on her knees and bent over, giving her big butt a little booty popping, or at least a mature suburban white mom’s version of it.
She faced us again. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thongs.
“Are you ready for it?”
“Yeah!” We hollered.
“Do you want to see my fire bush?”
“Yeah! C’mom!” we yelled.”
“What? I can’t hear you. Do you REALLY want to see my fire bush?”
“YEEEAAAAHHH!”
Mrs. Taylor started to tug down her panties at the sides. First her right side, then her left, teasing us by pulling them down a little and then back up. She rubbed her crotch, and thrust her pussy at us with her legs spread. With eleven boys yelling and frothing, she finally snuck them down further, and her red pubic hairs snuck out of her panties. She bent at the waist and pulled her thongs off, kicking them off of her heels.
As Eric had said, her pubic hair was red, just a shade lighter than the hair on her head, or maybe it was the light. It was a striking pussy. It was a thick patch, but trimmed back at the bikini line.
Mrs. Taylor stood directly in front of the couch again, thrusting her hips and shaking her tits. Kip, sitting next to me on my right, reached up and tried to grab a tit, but Mrs. Taylor pulled back, smiling. She then thrust her pussy into the face of Mike, who was sitting on my left. He reached up and got a handful of pussy, and Mrs. Taylor allowed his feel for just a moment before stepping away. Shawn was sitting in a chair to Mike’s left, and Mrs. Taylor shook her bare ass in his face, and he got both of his palms on her cheeks for a moment.
Then Mrs. Taylor danced her way back over to me. She spread her legs and danced right over me, she was so close that I could smell her perfume, and see her pussy lips glistening under the red hair. She dangled her tits over me, inches from my face. Then she straddled me, and rested her bare butt on my lap. She scooted higher, until her crotch was rubbing mine. My friend’s mom was giving me a lap dance!
I put my hands on her bare hips just below her garter belt. When she didn’t object to the touch, I slid them up her sides and grabbed her tits. She arched her back and thrust her jugs into my face as I squeezed them. My cock was hard in my shorts and rubbing against her pussy mound.
Kip and Mike reached up and got handfuls of tit, so I lowered one hand down to her pussy, and ran my fingers through the coarse red hair. I burrowed my face between her tits, and licked her cleavage. I pushed Mike’s hand out of the way, and suctioned onto Mrs. Taylor’s right nipple. It was long, and I flitted my tongue around it as I suckled her.
I felt a hand on my pants. Mrs. Taylor was snapping them. I reached down and eagerly helped her unzip my fly, and released my hard cock. Mrs. Taylor stroked it a few times, and then rubbed it along her pussy slit. I could feel a mixture of her hair and her smooth pussy lips. Then she rose up a little, and slid my dick head into her pussy. She was plenty wet, and she slid down the shaft with no problem.
I was fucking the mature redhead. While feeling and sucking her big tits. Man!
I leaned back for a good view of Mrs. Taylor’s body and face. Her eyes were alternately opening and closing, her tits were jiggling, and even her thighs rippled as she thrust into me. Kip and Mike were feeling her again, and Shawn was standing next to her getting in his feels. Mrs. Taylor leaned over and made out with me, entangling her tongue around mine. Then she leaned back and found Shawn’s lips and made out with him while I fucked her.
Mrs. Taylor started to shudder and whimper. Her noises got downright crude. She opened her mouth and let out several loud wails. She gyrated on my lap, and clamped her big thighs around my waist. I wasn’t about to last long, and before I could say a word, I shot my jizm into her pussy.
As soon as Mrs. Taylor’s first orgasm subsided, she stood up, turned around, and sat on Mike’s lap. Mike whipped out his cock, and I could see him stuffing it up into Mrs. Taylor’s pussy. As the big woman bounced up and down on Mike, he reached around and squeezed her tits. I reached over and gave them a few more grabs, but the competition from the rest of my team was overwhelming and I gave up. Shawn stood in front of Mrs. Taylor, and whipped out his hard cock. The red haired mom leaned forward and took the choad into her mouth and sucked it. She also reached out and grabbed two more cocks and stroked them.
Once Mike came, Mrs. Taylor stood up, and ended up leaning over the couch’s armrest, sucking Kip’s cock while Tim fucked her from behind. After those two were done, Mrs. Taylor ended up kneeling in front of Pete and sucking him as she sat on the couch, while Brad fucked her Rockygie style, followed by Kyle and Brian and Chris.
Soon Mrs. Taylor’s nylons were shredded and unhooked from her garters, and her shoes were finally off. But she still wore her pearl necklace, and as she laid on the couch on her back, I climbed on top of her chest and slid my cock between her two big tits, and with her help squeezing her mounds around my shaft, I spit a load of cum onto her freckled chest and her pearls.
Mrs. Taylor apologized that she had to ask us to leave before Eric or his dad might come home. We helped clean up the room a little, as Mrs. Taylor gingerly collected her strewn clothes and walked bowlegged up to her bedroom.
CHAPTER EIGHT: CONCESSION STAND MOM
When Mom was driving me home from a game, she asked, “Hey, Don, do your coaches ever talk to you about paying attention to the game?”
“All the time.”
“It seems like a few of you spend a lot of time looking back into the stands. Are you looking for someone?”
“Uh, no.”
“I’d think that you guys were looking for girls, but there haven’t been any girls on the bleachers. Just moms.”
“Yeah. Well, moms are girls.”
“You boys aren’t looking at moms are you?”
“No! What if we were?”
“It’s Vito’s mom, isn’t it? She’s young and she dresses a little improper sometimes, I think.”
“I dunno, Mom. She doesn’t show any more than some other moms in shorts and tank tops and stuff.”
“Oh, so you boys ARE looking at some moms.”
I wanted to lie, but Mom wasn’t stupid. Plus, I wondered if MY mom was checking US out the way some of the other moms were. “Maybe a couple.”
“Is Vito’s mom your favorite? ”
“Um, nope, not really.”
“Hmm. Kip’s mom then. She wasn’t wearing a bra at the last game.”
“I don’t know.”
“So which mom is getting the most attention?”
“I guess you do.” I can’t believe I blurted that out. But I was horny and wanted to get a reaction from Mom.
“Me?”
“Yeah. Some of the guys said you were the hottest mom.”
“Are you joking?”
“No. Really.”
“Who said that?”
“A couple of guys.”
“Who?”
Mom kept pushing me for names, but I thought that was indiscreet. I stonewalled. But after we got home, and we were alone on the family room watching TV, she asked again.
“It was Mike, wasn’t it? He looks back a lot.”
“He was one.”
“C’mon. Who else? Shawn?”
“Yeah.”
Mom started naming every player. I said “yes” or “no” or “I don’t remember” for each. Funny that she didn’t mention Eric. Finally, “Eric?”
“Yeah, Eric.”
“Really? What did he say?”
“I don’t know. Just that you were hot.”
“He thinks I’m pretty?”
“Yeah, they all think you’re pretty. And they said you had the best, um, body.”
“My legs?”
“Yeah. Your legs and your big boobs they mentioned.” I tried not to stare at Mom’s tits when I said that. But when I DID steal a glance, her nipples were protruding through her t-shirt.
Dad came home then, and Mom stopped pestering me, but the look on her face the rest of the night was like a schoolgirl who got a note passed to her by the popular boy.
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A big part of the league’s revenue was made from our ball park’s concession stand, which was open whenever there was a game playing. Each player and one parent were required to work in the concession stand during one game a year, unless they could bribe their way out. I couldn’t bribe my way out. So I was assigned to work the concession stand on a Saturday afternoon when I wasn’t playing. I didn’t know anything about working a concession stand, and I wasn’t looking forward to it.
Until I entered the back door to the concession stand, and was greeted by Mrs. Kreske, the mom who rubbed up against Eric.
“Hi, Don!” I was flattered that she knew my name. “We get to spend the next two hours together,” she said with a smile. When my eyes adjusted to the lower light in the tiny room, I looked her over. Her dark brown hair was permed and barely covered her ears, not a youthful look, but classy. Her face was cute, her lips full, her earrings white. Her round medium-sized tits poked out of her tight tank top. Her pussy mound protruded from her gray cotton shorts. They were quite short, and her fleshy but firm thighs were on almost full display.
“Have you ever worked the concessions before?”
“Uh, No,” I mumbled.
“Well, I’m experienced,” she said with a smirk. “Let an experienced woman show you everything you need to know.”
I felt my cock tingle.
Mrs. Kreske proceeded to show me everything – about the concessions. How to wrap the hot Rockys, how much the candy and bottled water cost, how to put cheese on the nachos. There really wasn’t much to it. Still, I let her serve the first few customers, as I stood back and admired her round ass.
I volunteered to assist the next customer. As I handed a woman her candy and waited for her money, Mrs. Kreske stood behind me and pressed her tit into my arm, the way I watched her do it to Eric. I wasted little time in rubbing back into her.
After that, the game was on. When I waited on the next customer, she stood behind me and put her hand on my waist, and pressed her bare knee into my bare thigh. By the third customer, the back of her hand was pressed against my butt. I got a hardon, and while we worked around the tiny room, she managed to brush her hand against it.
There were no words spoken about it, even when there were no customers at the window, but soon she was squeezing my butt cheeks as I was waiting on customers. When she waited on a customer, I pushed my hard cock against her butt. She leaned in my direction until my cock rested between her butt cheeks. I pressed forward into her crack, surprised at how great her jiggling cheeks felt around my cock, like a hot Rocky nestled in a bun.
The last customer left, but I stayed there, pressed against her ass. She reached back and felt my cock. I reached down and touched her ass, squeezing her right check through her thin shorts.
Mrs. Kreske turned around, leaned her elbows back onto the counter, thrust her tits out, and spread her legs slightly. She looked at me with a dirty smirk on her face, but said nothing. I moved forward until my hardon pressed into her pussy. She bucked her hips a few times and rubbed her pussy up and down along my cock. I saw a customer approaching, and broke away as Mrs. Kreske turned around.
I slid my hand up under her shorts and panties, and felt her bare ass right there in front of somebody’s oblivious dad. I was very subtle about my movements. I looked out at the field, and at the bleachers. I spotted Mrs. Kreske’s husband sitting in the stands. I reached into the front of his wife’s shorts and rubbed her crotch over her wet panties.
With a break between customers, Mrs. Kreske suddenly dove down onto her knees. She yanked my shorts and boxers down, and grabbed my hard cock. With her head below the counter where nobody could see her, I felt her slide her lips over my dick head, and then down the shaft. A customer appeared, an old lady, and I got her order and took her money and made change, while Mrs. Kreske sucked my cock. If the lady had any inkling what was going on, or why I didn’t move my feet as I reached for her candy, she didn’t say.
Several more people approached the concession stand. Mrs. Kreske heard them coming, and popped up before they arrived. I pulled my shorts up and we both serviced several customers. After Mrs. Kreske served the last one, I fell to my knees. I grabbed Mrs. Kreske’s shorts by the sides, and tugged them down quickly, along with her panties. Faced with a sizable triangular patch of thick brown pubic hair, I burrowed my nose in, and found her moist slit. I licked rapidly as she moaned and gyrated her hips. I heard her serving one customer as I quietly ate her pussy below the counter, and then she pulled me up and pulled up her shorts as more customers approached.
As Mrs. Kreske finished with the last customer, I dry humped her again, and as soon as the woman turned her back, I tugged her shorts and panties down. While staring at her round white mature ass cheeks and long crack, I yanked my own shorts and boxers down. I slid my cock along her pussy slit between her legs several times, and then slid the length of the shaft into her wet pussy.
Careful not to move too much, I humped into Mrs. Kreske from behind as she put one foot up on a shelf below the counter. I fucked her Rockygie style as we looked out at the ball game and the adults on the bleachers, including Mrs. Kreske’s husband. She leaned her elbows onto the counter, and I kept my movements below the counter level. But thrust I did, and I could hear my hips slapping into her rippling bare butt cheeks. The sounds of cheering fans and umpire’s calls and balls hitting bats faded into the background.
Mrs. Kreske panted, but otherwise kept silent. I reached up under the front of her tank top, up under her bra cups, and got in a few squeezes of her bare tits. I could feel her hard nipples as I thrust up into her.
“Um, um,” started Mrs. Kreske. I watched her eyes. Her lids were closing, and there was a smile on her face. “Whoooo,” she purred. She started to buck her hips back into me. Her body started to shudder.
The feeling of my hard cock sliding along her smooth lubricated pussy walls was amazing. Baseball used to be my favorite thing in life. Now, just about everything I lived for was fucking a willing woman, and even in such a non-private location I knew I was close to cumming.
Mrs. Kreske’s hips spasmed and squirmed. I looked at her, and she was biting her lip. “Uhh! Ohhhh!” She soon erupted with gyrations and spasms, just as I spewed a gush of cum up into her pussy. A grandmotherly woman walked by the stand and gave us a quizzical look, but kept walking.
Mrs. Kreske’s face dripped with perspiration as she panted. I looked out at her husband, who was oblivious that a teenaged boy had just fucked his wife within view of him. I slowly slid my cock out of Mrs. Kreske, and we both quickly fixed our clothes just as several more customers arrived at our stand.
For the next several minutes, until we were relieved from our shift, we took care of customers, and instead of sexual grabass games, Mrs. Kreske held my hand or patted my butt. As we finally walked out of the concession stand, Mrs. Kreske smiled at me and said, “Don, it was a pleasure working with you. I’d love to do it again some time.”
“Name the time, Mrs. Kreske,” I replied.
With a wink, Mrs. Kreske said, “I’ll get back to you on that.”
CHAPTER NINE: MOTEL MOM
I watched a movie at home that night. Dad was watching too, but he fell asleep on the chair. Mom sat down next to me on the couch. The family Rocky took up a lot of the couch, so she sat close to me.
Mom had caught me several times trying to look down her top or at her legs in recent days. She never said anything, but I could tell by the look on her face that she knew what I was doing. She didn’t seem to mind.
Tonight, I could feel her left hip pressing against my right hip. She was wearing shorts. I was wearing shorts. She pressed her bare thigh against mine. I was careful at first, but then went ahead and pressed my bare thigh firmly into hers. Boy, did she have nice long legs. She rubbed them against me for a long time, sitting silently. Her breathing was uneasy.
She caught me looking at her bare legs. “Did you ever do any modeling when you were younger?” I asked.
She smiled, and said, “Of course not.” But she put her left arm around my shoulder, and pressed her tit firmly into my shoulder. I tried not to look over, but eventually I rubbed my shoulder back and forth over her left tit. She arched her back and heaved her chest.
Dad stirred and woke, and that was the end of it.
The next day, after the game, I was up in my room on my computer. I had the door mostly closed, but it was open about four inches. I heard Mom call me from right outside the door. “Don, give me your uniform so I can wash it.”
“OK, Mom.” I pulled off my baseball jersey. In my mirror, I could see Mom peeking through the door at me. I started to pull down my uniform pants, with my back to the door. Looking into the mirror, I saw that Mom wasn’t turning away. I had my back to her wearing just my jock, my bare butt exposed. Mom’s eyes were wide open.
I started tugging down my jock. Mom didn’t turn her gaze. My cock got quickly big and semi-hard, but it was hanging down, not straight out. I wanted to show Mom my hard cock, but I didn’t want to be any more obvious. I stood sideways, so my cock was exposed to her, but I wasn’t completely facing her. Finally I picked up my shorts, and pulled them up. When I picked up my uniform and turned to the door, Mom finally stepped back away from the door, and I handed her my laundry. She panted, “Thank you,” and walked down the stairs.
My mom watched me undress. Mom saw me naked.
I wish I could see her naked.
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Near the end of the season, we got to play one out-of-town tournament. It was just three games tops, but the cool part was that we got to stay in a motel. But my parents were tied up with some class reunion that weekend. So my mom arranged for me to travel with Brian. My first reaction was disappointment, because Brian was possibly the last guy on the team I wanted room with. He was okay, just a little bit dorky and not overly bright. But Brian told me that it was his mom that we would be traveling with and not his dad, and I got real excited.
Mrs. Woods had long full blonde hair, was kinda pretty, had a decent body, and real big tits. Her body might be a tad bit “fleshy”, but her big round tits made her look voluptuous to me. Mrs. Woods was another of the “panties up her shorts” moms, who wore short shorts on the bleaches, which occasionally allowed for views of her panties up her shorts legs. The idea of sleeping in the same motel room as Mrs. Woods led to all kinds of fantasies, but at the very least I hoped for a glimpse of her underwear or sleepwear, whether she was in them or not.
Driving with Brian and Mrs. Woods to the tournament was pretty much uneventful, except that Mrs. Woods seemed to be watching me through her rear view mirror as much as she watched the road. I was in the back seat with Brian, on the passenger side, looking at Mrs. Wood’s tits. Her seat belt was pulled tight between her tits, and made her tits appear to stick out of her tight white shirt and smooth molded bra that much more. I glanced up and saw her eyes in the rear-view mirror, looking at me. She smiled at me, but I looked away anyways. For a while, until I went back to looking at her tits again. And then I’d see her looking at me again. This went on for several hours.
After the games on Saturday, we went out to a fast food restaurant with the other teammates and parents. We finally checked into our motel room late, with orders from the coaches to settle down and get to sleep early. Brian, Mrs. Woods, and me found our room.
Mrs. Woods put her suitcase on the bed toward the back of the room, so I dropped my bag on the floor and flopped in to the bed closest to the door. As Mrs. Woods opened her suitcase, Brian laid down on her bed.
“Brian, get in the other bed,” said Mrs. Woods.
“But mom, you said I could sleep in your bed when dad was gone,” whined Brian.
“Shhh,” said Mrs. Woods. She gave me an embarrassed glance. “Not with guests!” Brian got up and lay down on my bed.
Mrs. Woods rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out some garments. “If you boys don’t mind, I’m going to shower first,” she said.
Brian turned on the TV. Mrs. Woods walked up toward the bathroom, which was by the door. While out of our direct vision, I could still see her whole body through the mirror on the opposite wall. And to my surprise, she started to pull off her shirt while still standing outside of the bathroom!
Brian nudged me and pointed to the mirror. He could see his mom in her large white smooth bra, too. We watched together as his mom wiggled out of her shorts, and stood in white silky-looking panties. I’d swear she glanced up at us through the mirror, but she didn’t try to cover. However, her back was to us as she unhooked her bra in back and dropped it on the floor. I strained to see her tits, but all I could see was the side of one tit.
Mrs. Woods bent over and tugged down her panties, lifting her right leg and pulling them off. Now I could see her bare white ass. It was a little large, but round and firm enough that it was quite an arousing sight.
Mrs. Woods then walked into the bathroom and shut the door – most of the way.
“Nice ass, huh?” Asked Brian. “Did you see her tits?”
“Um, no, not really,” I replied. “Do you get to see your mom naked a lot?”
“Oh, a little bit. Want to watch her shower?”
Was Brian asking me to peek at his mom with him?” “Right now?”
“Yeah,” said Brian. “Let’s go.” Brian climbed off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. I followed him. Mrs. Woods had left the bathroom door open just a tiny crack. I could hear the shower water running.
Brian peeked through the crack for a moment. Then he stood back, grinning, and motioned me to look. I crept to the door and looked in with my right eyeball. Mrs. Woods was outside the tub, bending over it, adjusting the water. Her bare white ass was pointed at me, and I detected some pubic hair between her legs. I stepped back as she stood up. Brian looked again, and then motioned me to look again.
This time, I saw Mrs. Woods in the shower. She had left the shower curtain practically wide open. I wondered if she always showered like that, with water potentially spraying onto the floor, or if she was putting on a show. And if so, for whom? Me? Brian? Both?
Mrs. Woods was lathering her big naked tits. I could now finally see her whole left tit, pink areola and hard nipple and all. For a busty mature woman, her tits were still impressively firm. There was some slope from the side view, but her nipples pointed straight out. She moved her hand down and rubbed soap all over her hairy pussy. Her pubic hair was thick and long, and at least wet it looked darker than the hair on her head. She spread her legs wide as she rubbed herself, then soaped up her ass.
When the water turned off, we both scurried back to our bed. Eventually, Mrs. Woods walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing some sort of a short camisole – it couldn’t even be called a nightgown because it was too short. There was actually a gap between the hem of the shirt, and her panties. And panties were the only other garment she had on. They weren’t fancy but they were red cottons. The top camisole was white, scooped down, and was so thin that it was practically see-through. I could easily discern the shape and size of her areolas right through it.
Brian and I both sat on the bed pretending to watch TV, but it was pretty clear that we were simply watching Brian’s mom parade around in her skimpy sleepwear. As she grabbed a hair dryer, plugged it in, and dried and brushed her hair, she put on a great show of her big wobbling braless tits, jiggling panty-clad butt cheeks, and a slew of cleavage as she leaned over. She glanced over our way from time to time to make sure that we were watching her.
Finally, when she was done with hair and lotion and picking up, she sat alone on her bed. I’d been putting off showering during her show, but now I announced that I was showering, got up, grabbed my pajamas, and headed into the bathroom. I closed the door, and spotted Mrs. Wood’s discarded clothes on the floor. I picked up her white bra. 38D. It wasn’t padded at all. The flattened-out cups looked huge. I picked up her panties. I looked for pubic hairs in the crotch, didn’t find any. But it was quite moist. I sniffed it. It smelled musky. Finally I climbed into the shower. I thought about jerking off in the shower, but I decided that it would be indiscreet to jerk off with another family right outside the door.
Finally I emerged from the bathroom, wearing only short pajama bottoms. Normally I would have put on a t-shirt around other people, but since Mrs. Woods chose to be less-than-prissy around me, I felt bold enough to go to bed shirtless.
As soon as I got out of the bathroom, Brian charged in behind me for his shower. I combed my hair by the credenza. The second that Brian closed the door, Mrs. Woods rose from her bed, and said, “Oh, Don, you look good with your shirt off!” She approached me, and put her hands on my shoulders. “Such a firm young man,” she cooed.
Looking down at the mature woman with the big areolas inches away from me, rubbing my chest, I got an immediate hardon. Mrs. Woods looked down at my tenting pajama bottoms, moaned, and leaned in. She was nearly as tall as me, and her panty-clad belly rubbed against my cock. Then she reached down, grabbed my cock through my shorts, and slowly stroked it.
Mrs. Woods leaned in and kissed me. Although she was being gentle with my cock, her kissing was rapid and wild. Her lips sucked on mine, her tongue rapidly probed my mouth. I had a hard time keeping my tongue on hers, but I tried real hard to. My mind was thinking of my teammate in the bathroom, and what he might do or think if he saw me entwined with his mom. But he had been ogling her too, and encouraged me to watch her naked in the shower. I reached up with my right hand and grabbed her left tit.
Mrs. Woods moaned as I groped her big tit over her flimsy camisole. It was heavy and sorta soft but sorta firm. My thumb found her hard nipple. Mrs. Woods reached into the waistband of my pajamas, and jerked my cock faster. She pressed her panty crotch into my thigh, and humped me like a Rocky. Not knowing how long she would let this continue, I grabbed her panty-clad ass with my left hand, and squeezed it. Then I worked my hand inside of her panty from the side, and felt her bare right ass cheek, squeezing and jiggling.
We heard the bathroom door open, and Mrs. Woods jumped back. Brian gave us a quizzical look but said nothing. Mrs. Woods wiped my saliva off of her mouth, and pulled her panties back over her exposed right cheek, smirking at me.
As we crawled into bed, I jumped into the spot closest to Mrs. Woods’ bed. The TV was turned off, and the only light now on was the bathroom light, which gave off just enough light that I could watch Brian’s mom, lying on the edge of her bed, perhaps only four or five feet from me. She was on her side, facing me, her sheets pulled down. I could see her cleavage falling sideways out of her top, and her red panties pulled tightly over her crotch, her left knee up in the air, her legs spread slightly. I’d just been kissing that woman a few minutes ago and feeling those big tits as she jerked me off. I was dying to take the two steps over there so she could finish the job on my cock. But her son was also in the room.
I laid there for what seemed like forever, watching Mrs. Woods rolling about, hearing her sigh, and catching her looking at me. I stayed halfway out of the covers leaving my top exposed but not wanting to expose my hardon to my male sleeping partner.
Eventually I heard Brian snoring. Mrs. Woods could hear it too, not doubt. “Don,” I heard her whisper. “Don.” I looked over at her, and she smiled at me in the dim light, and patted the bed. “Come here.”
I gently lifted the covers and stepped out of my bed, checking to make sure that Brian was still asleep. I carefully climbed into the next bed. Mrs. Woods quickly threw her arms around me, and we started to make out. I tried not to act too eager, not knowing how far she would go with her son a few feet away. I immediately went back to work on her left tit with my right hand. Mrs. Woods moved her left hand around my bare shoulders and back, eventually sliding it over my butt. She reached into my pajama waistband, and groped my butt cheeks.
Since she was reaching under fabric, I slid my right hand down her side, found the hem of her camisole, and slid my hand up inside of it. I now had my mitt on her bare tit, and I caressed and squeezed the large melon. Mrs. Woods reached into the front of my waistband, and found my cock. I pushed up on the camisole, exposing her midriff, until both of her tits were exposed. I could just see them gleaming in the dim light, her white tits contrasting with her tanned chest. I squeezed both tits with both hands, tugging on her nipples. I lowered my head down onto her right tit, and planted my lips on it. I kissed my way over to her hard nipple, and licked it and sucked on it, as Mrs. Woods moaned.
Mrs. Woods pulled my pajamas down below my cock, and my hardon sprang straight out at her. She stroked it some more. I moved my right hand down her belly, and rubbed her pussy over her tight panties. Her cotton panty crotch was soaked. She spread her legs wider. Then I slid my hand down inside of her waistband, and felt her bare pussy. Her pubic hair was thick and fluffy, except for some wetness around the slit.
Mrs. Woods stopped stroking me, and sat up. After a glance over at the still-sleeping Brian, she pulled her camisole over her head and dropped it on the bed. Then she reached down and slid her panties down her hips, lifting her butt off the bed to wiggle it down off of her butt, and down her legs. I took her queue, and eagerly pulled off my pajamas.
We resumed our necking and petting, completely nude and completely entwined. I slid my middle finger into her wet pussy, and finger fucked her as she stroked me.
Mrs. Woods sat up again, slid down the bed, and lowered her head over my cock. With her blonde hair tickling my thighs, she slid her lips down the head and shaft, and sucked me off. I could hear the sucking noises her lips emitted.
I enjoyed the feeling immensely, but I still wanted to get my hands on the nude mom, and tried reaching down for her tits. Mrs. Woods got up on her knees, and moved her rear end up toward my head. She threw her right knee over my head, and lowered her crotch down onto my head. Realizing now that she wanted to sixty-nine, I helped her get her crotch into position over my lips, and licked up until I found my way through her pussy hair to her hot salty pussy. My nose was up by her asshole, but since she had just showered, it wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be.
Mrs. Woods began sucking my cock again, and we writhed on her bed in a full-blown sixty-nine. I could hear her sucking noises on my cock, and I made some slurping noises while eating her pussy. Mrs. Woods moaned a few times. The newness and weirdness of the situation probably kept me from cumming too soon. But soon Mrs. Woods was writhing her hips all over my face, and I had a hard time keeping my tongue in her pussy. I burrowed and lapped as fast as I could as she moaned through my cock. After one long spasm, where I thought she would fall off my face, my mature lover sat up.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Do you want to fuck me now?” Catching on that she had an orgasm and I hadn’t, I was eager to fuck her now. I just nodded, and when she lie on her back and spread her legs, I climbed on top of her, and worked my stiff cock into her slippery pussy. I rested on her chest, and thrust rapidly. She wrapped her meaty thighs around me, her naked tits pressed against my chest. Her pussy was smooth and slippery, and she moved her hips from side to side to get friction on all of her pussy walls. I didn’t bang her wildly for fear of waking Brian, but I was humping pretty fast, and her pussy sure felt great sliding along my cock shaft. I was quickly close to cumming, but so was Mrs. Woods, it seemed from her moaning and writhing. She spasmed again, shuddering and moaning, and I shot a load of cum into her pussy just as her jerking was subsiding.
I laid on top of her for a second, and then remembered Brian. There was no movement from his direction, but he wasn’t snoring anymore. I quickly but quietly climbed off of Brian’s mom, found my pajamas, put them on over my sticky cock, and slipped back into my bed. I watched Mrs. Woods slip her panties and camisole back on, and climb under her covers.
I tried to sleep, and after playing two baseball games that day, I finally dozed off. But I was woken up what seemed like only a few minutes later by Brian climbing out of bed. I watched him walk over to his mom’s bed. I wondered if he’d woken up and knew what his mom and I had done.
Brian climbed under his mom’s sheets next to her. I saw him put his arms around her. There seemed to be some groping under the covers. Then the sound of kissing. Wow, Brian was making out with his own mom!
I kind of felt cheated on, watching the woman I just fucked messing around with another guy. But it was kinda wild and erotic watching a guy feeling up his own mom. Soon Mrs. Wood’s clothes were off again, and Brian’s face was burrowed into her tits. Then he worked his way down her torso, and buried his face in her crotch. He was eating the pussy that I’d just fucked. If he didn’t know before that I’d fucked his mom, I wondered if he was figuring it out now.
It was erotic watching them go at it, but now I wished that it were me over there with Mrs. Woods instead of Brian. I was hard again.
I heard some muted whispers, and then I heard Mrs. Woods say, “Don. Don?”
I looked up at the woman calling me who was getting her pussy licked by her son. “Come over and join us, Don.”
This was crazy, but I stood up, and stood over Mrs. Woods and Brian. “Let me suck your cock again. C’mre,” ordered the big-titted mature blonde. With her guidance, I knelt by her head. She lifted her head up, and sucked my cock. I grabbed her right tit, and freely groped both of her tits and she sucked me, while Brian ate her pussy.
Mrs. Woods stopped sucking and said, “I want two cocks in me”. Brian lifted his head, and climbed off the bed. Mrs. Woods slid her butt over to the side of the bed. Brian stood between her legs, lifted her calves, and threw them over his shoulder. He thrust his hard cock into her pussy, and pounded her hard. Mrs. Woods went back to sucking me off, and she now indeed had two cocks in her.
Brian’s thrusting made Mrs. Wood’s big tits jiggle up and down on her chest. I tugged her nipples and squeezed her tits hard and rapidly.
When Brian’s cock fell out of his mom’s pussy, Mrs. Woods stopped and said, “Brian lay down here.”
Brian walked around to the other side of the bed and laid down on his back. Mrs. Woods climbed on top of him and straddled him. She slid her pussy down onto his stiff shaft, and fucked him from on top. I watched her big tits dangling down and swinging around, and her hips and butt cheeks thrusting erotically.
Mrs. Woods sucked my cock for a bit as I knelt at her and Brian’s side. Brian felt her left tit, and I felt her right tit.
Mrs. Woods stopped fucking and said, “Don, get down behind me. Fuck my ass.” It took me a second to understand that she meant just what she said. I climbed behind her, as she laid down on top of Brian. I crouched over her as she helped spread her asshole with two fingers. It was dark but I could just detect the puckered asshole that I was supposed to fit into. It took a lot of work and some suggestions from Mrs. Woods, but I slowly started to slide my dick head, and then my shaft, down the tight hole.
Eventually we got into a rhythm, with Brian fucking up into his mom’s pussy, and me fucking her asshole. Mrs. Woods was now moaning wildly. She no longer had to worry about waking one of us up. “Ohhh! “Ooooooooh!”
I watched Mrs. Wood’s big white asshole jiggle as I thrust into it. I could see Brian’s right hand reaching up and feeling his mom’s left tit. I reached around and felt her dangling right tit.
“Huhhh! MUHHHHHHH!” groaned Mrs. Woods loudly.
I gushed a load of cum up into her asshole.
“WOOOWWWUUUUUUU! HUNNGGGGGGGG!” She groaned.
Mrs. Woods finally collapsed on top of Brian. I presumed that she felt him cum, too. I lied on top of Mrs. Woods and Brian for a few moments, then slowly slid my cock out of Mrs. Wood’s asshole, and collapsed on the bed next to her. Mrs. Woods then climbed off of Brian, and lay next to me with Brian on her other side.
“Ohhhhhh!” She moaned. “That was fantastic!” She fanned her face with her hand. She put her arms around both of us.
After a few minutes of panting and resting, Mrs. Woods asked, “Are you boys done for the night? Perhaps I should shower again.”
“I’m ready again,” replied Brian.
I’d had two major ejaculations, but I knew I was good for a couple more. “I’ll do it again, whenever you’re ready,” I said.
“Oh, my,” said Mrs. Woods. “I forgot that I was with two teenagers and not a forty-five year old man like Brian’s dad!” Within minutes Brian and I were both munching on one of her tits as she jacked us off, while Brian fingered her pussy and I fingered her asshole.
Brian took her next, alone mostly, but I got in my feels, licks, kisses, and fingering. When Brian finished again, I went at his mom in a big hard way, and we tag teamed and tagged up all night, until I could see the light peeking through the curtain.
I felt like crap at the game the next day, and my nuts hurt, but I didn’t care. It was a great road trip. On the drive back home after the game, Brian and I took turns sitting in the front seat and feeling up Mrs. Woods whenever traffic allowed. Despite her complaints that “you guys tore up my pussy and asshole last night,” Mrs. Woods finally had to pull over at a rest area to suck our dicks to get us to calm down.
CHAPTER TEN: MOM’S IN THE SHOWER
When sitting around wondering who the hottest mom on the team was, I had a few choices. Many of my teammates told me that the hottest mom was MY mom, and I was starting to see their point. But among the OTHER moms, there was Pete’s mom who was a gorgeous slender blonde; Mrs. Nippola, the oversexed Italian; big-titted MILFs like Mike’s mom and Eric’s redheaded mom; Bill’s big black busty mom; and some brunette cuties like Mrs. Curtis and Mrs. Kreske.
But the top of my list might be Mrs. Osteen, Chris’s mom. She had a full head of blonde hair cascading down just past her shoulders. Her tits weren’t as big as some of the others, but they were a nice full pair, bigger than the other blonde moms, perhaps a C cup. Her figure was curvy but not at all heavy. And her face was gorgeous, in a wholesome way – a slight overbite to her teeth giving her an innocent demure.
Mrs. Osteen wasn’t going braless or wearing miniskirts like some of the others, either. But her signature look was several very short shorts that she wore to many games. Two games ago I watched her sitting on the bleachers with her legs crossed. Her shorts had ridden up so high that I could see a bit of her light blue panties at the side.
And on this day, was the sexiest look I’d gotten from her. I’d arrived early and was sitting on the bleachers by myself. Several feet away from me was Mrs. Osteen, on the same row. She was talking to Mrs. Deil, who was sitting directly behind her on the next highest row. So Mrs. Osteen threw one leg over her bleacher seat, and was straddling our bench. With her legs spread wide this way, Mrs. Osteen’s tight shorts cut into her crotch, and appeared to be pushing her panties right out the side of them. From a distance of about five feet, I could see most of her panty crotch. Her panties were cotton, white with gold horizontal stripes on them. I felt she was spreading just for me, like she was thrusting her crotch out to me. And then I spotted a little tuft of dishwater blonde hair peeking out of the side of her panty crotch. Man, I wanted to see the rest of that blonde beaver!
During the game, Chris, Mrs. Osteen’s son, invited us to a sleepover at his house immediately after the game. Everybody immediately accepted. I’d be seeing Mrs. Osteen at her own home tonight. I hoped that I’d see more of those gold and white cotton panties.
We won the game in extra innings and were pretty tired and sweaty as we arrived at Chris’s house. With the last minute invitation, none of us had a change of clothes. And we had a morning game the next day. Chris’s dad left the house shortly after we got there, to go out with some old buddies. That left Chris and an even dozen other teen boys alone with Mrs. Osteen. Chris had already partaken in some of our Mom Debauchery, so he no doubt knew what was on our minds. I wasn’t sure what was on Mrs. Osteen’s mind when she started the evening out by announcing loudly, “All of you boys, take off your shirts.”
“Huh?”
“You have a game tomorrow morning. I need to wash your uniform jerseys,” she said.
I wanted to say; “I will if you will,” but I held my tongue. It made sense, and the thirteen of us peeled off our sweaty uniform tops and handed them to Mrs. Osteen. She threw them into the wash, and then the pizza arrived. We ate with our shirts off. I nearly jumped when Mrs. Osteen put her hand on my bare back and asked, “Do you want more?”
After we ate the pizza, Mrs. Osteen, still wearing her tank top and short shorts that she wore to the game, announced, “OK, time to wash your pants and socks.”
I looked at Eric and Tom, and then to Chris, and then back to Mrs. Osteen.
Chris said, “They don’t have any other clothes. And they aren’t wearing mine.”
“Well,” responded Mrs. Osteen, “those dirty pants need to be washed before the game. You can keep your underwear on.”
Being the mother of a ballplayer, Mrs. Osteen must’ve known well that the only things on under our uniform pants were jocks. “You want us to run around all night in our jocks?” asked Pete.
Mrs. Osteen smiled and flashed those protruding front teeth. “I don’t mind at all. C’mon, guys, it’s no big deal.”
“Then you run around in YOUR underwear,” said Shawn.
“OK, I will,” said Chris’ mom. With no further hesitation, she reached down and peeled off her tank top, and threw it into onto the floor. Then she shimmied her tight shorts down her hips, stepped out of them, and threw them down with her shirt. She simply stood there smiling, with her hands out and her palms up. Her bra was white, and I WAS seeing all of her tight white panties with the gold horizontal stripes.
So Pete started, and then everybody else pulled off our baseball pants and socks. We stood in Mrs. Osteen’s living room, right in front of her, thirteen teen boys, wearing only jocks. If Mrs. Osteen was embarrassed, she didn’t show it. In fact, she had an expression of what I would call lust on her, gawking at each bare butt that turned her way. And she had thirteen teen boys gawking at her in her bra and panties.
Mrs. Osteen bent at the waist, showing lots of cleavage, as she picked up the pile of clothes and carried them to the laundry room, with thirteen pairs of eyes on her jiggling panty-clad ass cheeks rising and falling, and her shaking hips.
As we ate our pizza, Mrs. Osteen walked around serving us pop, stopping to touch our shoulders and even pat a few bare bottoms. I considered patting her panty-clad bottom, but I chickened out.
The phone rang, and Chris answered it. He brought the phone to Mrs. Osteen, saying, “Mom, it’s Dad.”
Mrs. Osteen grabbed the phone and began talking to her husband. I listened in as much as I could, wondering what she would say to her husband as she stood among thirteen horny males as they were dressed in only jocks while she was dressed in only her bra and panties. “Oh, we just got the pizza, so we’re still eating…” She strolled to where I was sitting, and ran her left hand through my hair as she held the phone in her right hand. “I suppose the boys will want to watch a video later. I’ll put in a movie for them…” “Yes, the whole team is here…” She pressed her thigh into my back, and slid her body over so her pussy mound was rubbing into my shoulder. “They’re no trouble at all, they are all good boys…” She patted Mike’s bare ass while she said the last part. “Love you dear, see you later. Bye.”
She hung up the phone without mentioning our attire.
Mrs. Osteen strolled to the kitchen, with her butt cheeks rising and falling under her panties, and returned with a dozen ice cream bars, and passed them around. Her eyes were on her nearly naked male guests most of the time. And her hands were on us quite a bit of the time.
“Mrs. Osteen,” said Eric. “I really need to shower. Do you mind if I shower?”
“Actually, we could all use a quick shower,” said Chris. “But we can’t all shower, there wouldn’t be enough hot water.”
“Well then,” smiled Mrs. Osteen, “You’ll have to share the shower.”
“Shower together?” said Kyle. “No freakin’ way.”
“You’re jocks, you should be used to showering together,” said Mrs. Osteen.
“Not in a little house shower,” I said. “That’s gay!”
We were at a brief impasse, but Mrs. Osteen’s wheels were turning. With a big smile on her face, she said, “It wouldn’t be gay if there was a girl in there with you.”
“Okay, Mom,” said Chris, not getting where his mom was going. “Get us a girl and we’ll shower with her.”
But the smile on Mrs. Osteen’s face told me she wasn’t completely joking. And when she replied, “I’m a girl. I need a shower, too,” my hard cock filled my jock once again. “There’s only one shower in the house, and there’s room for three of us in there.” I glanced at the rest of the team, and their jaws were dropping. “C’mon, in here boys, line up in twos.”
We followed Mrs. Osteen into her bathroom, smiling at each other. A few weeks ago, probably none of us would believe this could happen, but now we were hopeful. Would she really jump in the shower with us?
Mrs. Osteen turned on the water in her bathtub, and then started the shower. She turned to us, and said, “OK, boys’, strip naked.”
“You first,” I replied.
Mrs. Osteen smiled at me, and as the thirteen of us stared at her white bra, and the cleavage it exposed when she bent down and pulled her panties right off, exposing that thick dishwater blonde triangle of pubic hair that I’d glimpsed earlier in the day.
Mrs. Osteen then turned her back to me. I was staring at her bare white ass, until she said, “Unhook me, Don.”
My hands were shaking and I took too long in front of my teammates, but I got the three clasps of her bra unhooked. She turned around, and made a show of dropping her bra and exposing her two big mommy tits for her son’s team. Thirteen hoots echoed through the bathroom to approve of her large round white tits with medium-sized pink areolas on each.
As Mrs. Osteen pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the tub, the rest of us quickly peeled off our jocks. Kyle and I were at the front of the line, and we both quickly stepped into the tub, on either side of Mrs. Osteen. Kyle was by the showerhead and I was in the back.
Mrs. Osteen picked up the bar of soap, and started soaping my chest, running her hands over it. My hard cock was sticking out, and it poked her just above her pubic hair. She smiled at me as she rubbed my chest and shoulders.
The wet naked mom then turned to face Kyle, and rubbed soap on his chest. Then she handed me the bar of soap and said over the sound of the running water, “Do my back.”
I quickly rubbed soap in my hands, and rubbed her naked back. My cock accidentally poked into her butt, and Mrs. Osteen pressed back into my cock as she lathered Kyle. So then I ran my hands down her lower back, and rubbed soap over her bare but. I got in a few good squeezes. Her skin felt quite slippery. Knowing time was tight with ten other horny guys waiting in line, I reached around Mrs. Osteen and rubbed my soapy hands over her wet tits. Wow! What an amazing, slippery feeling.
Mrs. Osteen arched her back in approval as I played with her slippery tits. She was stroking Kyle’s soapy cock at the same time.
I pressed my cock into her ass crack, and she spread her legs as far as she could and thrust her butt back. My hand found her wet pussy hair, which looked a bit darker when it was wet. I slid my slippery finger into her pussy, which was also slippery. I didn’t know if it was the soap, or her own juices. But I decided to go for it, and as she bent slightly, I crouched down a little and let my cock head slide over her pussy from behind. With some assistance from Mrs. Osteen, I slid my cock up inside her, and fucked her Rockygy style standing up as the water cascaded down on us. The smacking of my wet pelvis against her wet ass echoed through the bathroom, as did her squeals.
It didn’t take me long until I came, and I immediately stepped out of the tub and found a towel. I dried myself in the back of the bathroom, watching my teammates fuck and play with Mrs. Osteen, a pair at a time. Nobody was allowed to stay in the shower for more than about five minutes, so the action was furious. Still, Mrs. Osteen managed to get everybody to cum. If she wasn’t jerking one guy off while another fucked her from behind as I did, then she was on all fours in the tub, getting fucked from behind while the guy in front of her fucked her mouth and played with her dangling tits.
The ends of Mrs. Osteen’s hair were wet, and it stuck to her back as she got fucked and sucked. Her flesh was in a constant rippling motion. Her moans echoed throughout the bathroom, as did the constant flesh-slapping sounds as a half-dozen teens fucked her in turn. There was moaning and laughing from the guys in front of her who were getting sucked and jerked while they felt up their teammate’s sexy naked wet mother.
Somewhere in the middle of the train was Chris. I don’t know if he’d had a sexual relationship with his mom before, but he snuck in behind and felt up his mom, and when she turned and saw her son with a hard cock, she simply smiled at him and slid the cock into her wet willing pussy like he was just another teen boy.
When the water went cold, Mrs. Osteen squealed and turned off the shower. Everybody else exited the bathroom, but I found a dry towel and wrapped it around the shivering Mrs. Osteen. I patted her off, and made a point of fondling her rock-hard nipples.
Mrs. Osteen looked down at my hard cock, and said, “Once wasn’t enough for you, Don?”
“Hell, no, with you two or three times won’t be enough,” I bragged.
“Mmm,’ she cooed. “I’m freezing now. Come and get me warm.” She took my hand, and led me back into the family room, threw her towel on the carpet, and laid down on it. She spread her legs wide, and smiled up at me. I kneeled between her legs and worked my cock into her still-wet pussy, lied on top of her, and fucked her slowly. At first her skin was cold and clammy, but soon we were both warm.
It didn’t take long for me to cum a second time, and then we were off to the races again. My teammates lined up, and this time it wasn’t just two boys at a time on her. Soon Mrs. Osteen was on top of Bill, riding his cock, while she sucked off Pete and had her flopping tits felt by Shawn and Mike as she jerked their cocks.I lost track of time as we all fucked Mrs. Osteen over and over. We were all full of cum, but we were cleaner than before our shower. Plus Chris followed Mrs. Osteen’s instructions and got our uniforms washed. So by the time Mr. Osteen got back home, we were all lounging in our clean uniforms, and Mrs. Osteen was upstairs alone in her bedroom.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: REVENGE FUCK
“Don?”
“Yeah, Mom.”
“How did your uniform get cleaned? It had to have been washed after the game last night.”
“Mrs. Osteen washed our uniforms.”
“Okay. But you didn’t take any extra clothes with you.”
Mom was getting suspicious again. “Uh, I wore some of Chris’ clothes while she did the laundry,” I lied.
“All of you wore Chris’ clothes?”
“Uh, sure, Mom. Gotta go.” I knew it was an insufficient answer, and I ran out before she asked a follow up question.
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As the summer warmed up, so did Pete’s mom’s outfits. Other than Vito’s mom, she was the most overdressed as far as wearing nice clothes to sit in the bleachers of a ball game. And Mrs. Clark’s outfits were classier. Nice dresses, and skirt and blouse combos. She must’ve worked in a nice office, and I’m sure the men in her office appreciated her dressing that way. It was clear that the dads on the bleachers appreciated it. It was even clearer from the comments on the bench that the players liked the way she looked. And it was nearly as clear that Pete’s dad did NOT appreciate his estranged wife posing on the bleachers.
And posing is what it appeared to me that she was doing. She wasn’t talking to the other moms. The other dads were smart enough to admire from afar so as not to piss off their wives. And she was never friendly to me or the other boys, it seemed. She just seemed to like sitting in her sunglasses with her legs crossed in a sexy, if aloof, pose. And as the days got hotter and the other moms showed more skin, Mrs. Clark showed more thigh, more cleavage, and more panties. She had many colorful panties that could be seen from the bench. And as much as we looked back at her in admiration, Mr. Clark looked back with a scowl on his face. He always had a scowl, but it seemed worse when his estranged wife was on the bleachers with her skirt hiked up.
One Friday night after a game, Pete told us that the team was invited to spend the night at his house. We asked if his mom was okay with that, and he said, “Yeah, it was her suggestion.”
When my mom dropped me off at Pete’s house, I took along a sleeping bag and a change of clothes. I looked for Pete’s mom, but she was out of sight. Within minutes, everybody else on the team was there. A pizza deliveryman arrived soon after. When the doorbell rang, I saw Mrs. Clark come down the stairs to open the door. I did a double take, when I saw that she was wearing a light blue nightgown.
I jumped up to see if I could help carry the pizzas, as well as to get a closer look at Mrs. Clark. The delivery guy’s eye seemed riveted to Mrs. Clark’s torso. As I got closer I could see why. The nightgown was very short, barely covering her crotch and her butt. It plunged down in front practically to her waist, baring most of her chest down to a little cleavage. And then the front of it was see-through. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin lacy fabric. Her tits hung out the sides. Mrs. Clark leaned over to get money out of her purse, and a whole lot of her “Barely B” cup titties hung out in the open. I had to fight for position with the delivery guy for a good angle to see her tits.
I needn’t have bothered fighting for a good view. I presumed that Pete’s mom would modestly run back upstairs to finish changing or even disappear for the night. But instead, she marched right over to where we were all sitting in the family room, and then slowly walked over to the kitchen, which was attached to the family room in an open floor plan. She told us where to place the pizzas on the counter. Then she opened an upper cabinet and grabbed some paper plates and cups. As she reached up and leaned over, her blue thong panties were exposed. She was showing some ass cheeks, which were whiter than her legs. Eric nudged me, and I heard Mike silently moan.
Mrs. Clark found some paper towels from a lower cabinet, which allowed her to lean over and show her cleavage once more. It was when she stood up that her firm motherly breasts pressed against the translucent fabric. Her tits were firm and inviting.
Mrs. Clark didn’t seem as aloof. I don’t just mean her nearly undressed appearance. She was smiling, and seemed rather friendly. Her eyes were a bit misty. There was a booze bottle on the kitchen counter. Mrs. Clark fixed herself a mixed drink. I don’t think it was her first one.
A few minutes later, I heard the door open. It was Pete’s dad. This was awkward. I nudged Pete and pointed his dad out to him. “He’s here to pick up my sister,” he said. “It’s his night to take us, but I got out of it because of this party. And he has to have my sister back home by nine o’clock because she has a softball game.”
Amazingly, I didn’t feel uncomfortable, as Mr. Clark walked into the family room and scowled at Mrs. Clark, and then at us. I was standing next to his estranged wife, who was half-dressed, and I didn’t care. He was a jerk, we all thought he was a jerk, and there was nothing he could do about us being there.
“Have Ginny back by eight,” said Mrs. Clark.
“Trudy, what are you doing?” was Mr. Clark’s reply.
“We’re having a party,” said Mrs. Clark. She took one more swig of her drink, then set it down on the counter. “We’re going to party all night.” She put her left arm around my shoulder, and her right arm around Eric, who was standing on her right.
“Trudy, these are boys.” Well, technically we were all eighteen, old enough to want to fuck our coach’s wife.
“Just like Ginny’s babysitter is a girl. You FUCKED a GIRL!” I could literally feel her tense up. So that’s what this was about. Mrs. Clark was still pissed off at Mr. Clark for fucking the babysitter, and she was flaunting herself to us for his benefit.
Mr. Clark just stared at his wife, his jaw muscles moving, his nostrils flaring. He said nothing. Mrs. Clark quickly relaxed again. She moved her arms down to mine and Eric’s waist. Her right nightgown strap slid off her shoulder, and her nipple popped out into the open. I just looked down at the little jewel, not caring what Coach Clark thought.
Ginny came down the stairs and exited for her dad’s car. Mr. Clark turned to leave.
“I’ll see you at eight, Ron,” said Mrs. Clark. “We’ll all still be here. She put her left hand onto Eric’s chest and rubbed it as her husband slammed the door.
Mrs. Clark faded back into the kitchen for another drink. As I finished my pizza, I saw her making out with Mike. Pete approached Eric and me, and used a phrase I’d never heard before. “It looks like you guys might be getting a revenge fuck tonight.”
As Pete walked away, Eric said to me, “Do you want to be fucked just so a chick can get revenge against another guy?”
I looked over at Mrs. Clark, who was rubbing Mike’s cock over his pants. Her left nipple was visible from our vantage point, and Mike’s arm around her waist was causing her nightgown to ride up, exposing her little blue thongs and most of her left ass cheek. “To fuck THAT, hell yeah!”
“Yeah, me too,” agreed Eric.
Eric and I sat on the couch to eat. Mrs. Clark had broken off from Mike, and came over and sat on the coffee table in front of us. I couldn’t tell by her eyes exactly how much she’d been drinking, but she was batting them to get our attention. “Let me know if there’s anything you want.” Both of her straps were falling off her shoulders, and her tits were popping out of her nightie again. Eric and I weren’t the only ones to notice. Kyle and Brad and Kip all stood over Mrs. Clark, peering down at her exposed nipples. Mrs. Clark spread her legs wide, giving Eric and me a good view up her nightgown to her panty crotch. Damn, those were great legs, too.
Eric and I finished our pizza and stood around wherever Mrs. Clark was. We finally got her attention, and she came over and put her arms around us again. I put my right arm around her, and managed to catch the side of her right tit.
But it was Eric that she started making out with. Still, she groped both of our butts, and so I reached down under her nightie and felt her bare butt cheeks. What nice cheeks! Eric put his arms around her as he made out with her, and I saw his thumb catching her left nipple over her nightgown. Then she turned and made out with me, her tongue encircling mine. Her left strap had fallen again, probably with Eric’s help, and her left tit was completely exposed. Eric toyed with the cone-shaped tit. Mrs. Clark grabbed both of our cocks through our shorts and rubbed them.
Apparently Mrs. Clark was more drunk than I’d realized. As she tried to lead us over to the couch, she tripped on the pile of sleeping bags that we’d stashed on the floor. She fell down into the pile onto her back, her feet up in the air, her panty crotch exposed to everybody. She laughed, and when Eric and I tried to pull her up, she pulled us down. So we laid down next to her and made out with her on the pile of sleeping bags. She made out with Eric as he felt both of her exposed tits. I rubbed her gorgeous bare thighs, and when she offered no resistance, I tickled her pussy mound over her thongs.
While Mrs. Clark and Eric made out, I slid down between Mrs. Clark’s legs and kissed her thighs. She opened them further, so I reached under her nightie and slid down her thongs. She lifted her butt as I pulled them off her. Mrs. Clark’s pussy was completely shaved. I licked the mound and tickled her thighs before licking her labia. Eric had one of her tits in his mouth as I slid my tongue into her pussy slit and ate her furiously. “MMMMmmmMMM!” I don’t know if she was enjoying Eric, or me, but probably both. Mrs. Clark smelled fresh, but her juices were flowing. I looked up, and saw that she had Eric’s cock out of his pants, and she was stroking it.
Suddenly Mrs. Clark sat up. She pushed me down and turned me over so I was on my back on the sleeping bags. She knelt over me, and began lowering her pussy onto my head. As she sat on my face, I looked up and saw that her nightgown was bunched nearly down to her waist, her firm jutting titties exposed to the whole room.
She got her pussy settled on my face, and wrapped her smooth thighs around my head. I resumed licking her pussy. Looking up, I saw that Eric was standing over me, thrusting his red cock into Mrs. Clark’s mouth. We each took a tit in our hands.
Mrs. Clark started to gyrate her hips on my head. Her spasmodic wiggles made it harder to eat her, but I knew from my experience with the other moms what would drive her wild. I licked further up, and found her clit. I tongued it fast and furious. Mrs. Clark clamped her thighs around my head like a vice and gyrated through a wild orgasm.
Just as she was subsiding, I looked up to see Eric’s cum dripping out of her mouth. The squirt in her mouth must have caught her by surprise, because she reared back. Eric’s cock popped out of her mouth, and his next shot caught her squarely in the eye and nose. The next spurt hit her chin, the next her chest.
Eric pulled back and Mrs. Clark fell off my face. But I hadn’t cum yet. Mrs. Clark rolled over onto her chest, over a rolled up sleeping bag. I got behind her, aimed my cock at her pussy, and entered her Rockygie style. I fucked the hot wife’s pussy hard, slapping loudly into her rippling ass flesh. “Uhh! Uhh!” I heard her groan.
I’m not sure what got into me, but as I looked down at my despised coach’s snooty wife’s ass, I pulled my cock out of her slippery pussy. I moved it up a few inches, and with only Mrs. Clark’s pussy juices as lubrication, I started to push my cock head into her puckered asshole. I guess that I just figured that since I didn’t like her anyhow, and she’d probably act snooty to me when she was done with me tomorrow, I didn’t have anything to lose by butt fucking her pretty ass.
“Ahh! AHHHHH!” The hot mom moaned. That wasn’t exactly no. With my friends and Mrs. Clark’s son watching me, I wanted to be aggressive and manly, so I shoved hard, and worked my cock into her asshole. I don’t know if Mrs. Clark had ever taken a cock up her asshole before, but after a few minutes of apparent shock, she started to loosen up her asshole, and stick her butt up for me.
I started thrusting faster. This was tighter than any female hole I’d been in before. “HHHHOOOOOO! HUNNNNNG!” Mrs. Clark didn’t sound so snooty or classy anymore. She sounded like a squealing grunting farm animal. “CHUUCKK! HHHRRRRRGGGGGH!”
I came deep into her ass. But after a couple of spurts, I pulled out and let the rest of my jizm squirt over her asshole and back.
I rolled off Mrs. Clark. She rolled over onto her back, with a shocked expression on her face, like she didn’t know what had just happened. But before she could react further, Brad, Kip, and Shawn pounced on her, and were stuffing cocks in her hands, mouth, and pussy.
After that, I saw Pete manhandling his mom. He’d always seemed a bit timid around his arrogant mom, but tonight he pounded his cock into her hard and fast, and Mrs. Clark simply took it.
I don’t know if Mrs. Clark got more than she bargained for this night, or if this was her plan. But she was obedient and fucked and sucked all of us, multiple times, all night. Somewhere around dawn, I fell asleep on one of the sleeping bags.
I woke up when I heard the front door open. Coach Clark pushed Pete’s sister up the stairs before she could see anything downstairs. Then, with one eye open, I watched him enter the downstairs area. I looked over, and Mrs. Clark was passed out two feet away from me. The ravaged wife was completely naked. Her hair was a fright, her makeup running and smeared, and she was covered from head to toe with sticky jizm. Bill was asleep next to her, his black hand on her white ass. Vito was sleeping next to Mrs. Clark on the other side, his limp cock lying inches from the blonde wife.
Mrs. Clark woke up squinting, and when she saw Mr. Clark in the room, she managed to get up on one elbow. “Hi, Ron.” She looked around at her own son and a dozen other naked teen boys sleeping all around her. “Nope, they’re not boys. They’re men.”
Mr. Clark silently turned and left, slamming the front door on his way out.
CHAPTER TWELVE: BIG BLACK MAMA
I was up early for practice, and something strange happened. I walked by the bathroom, and Mom was in there with the door open. She was standing in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She was only wearing her bra and panties.
Mom never lets me see her in her underwear. I stopped and stared for a moment, taking in her big beige bra and tight beige cotton panties. She turned to look at me, and I broke out of my trance and walked on down the hall, when I heard her call out my name. “Don?” Was I in trouble for staring at her?
“What?”
“Come here, please.”
I walked back to the bathroom, and looked in again. Mom turned to face me. I couldn’t help staring at her body again. I’d seen her in one-piece bathing suits, but never underwear. She had a little smile on her face. “Um, what time is practice today?”
“It’s at ten.”
“How late does it go?”
“The usual.”
Mom kept asking me questions, smiling at me as I stared at her in her underwear. I’d swear that there was sexual tension between us. I was having trouble keeping my voice calm.
“Are you embarrassed seeing me in my underwear?”
“No,” I lied. Actually I was, but it was also hot. I got a hardon, and I wondered if she could see it.
“Do I look too old, or do you still think your friends would think I was hot if they saw me like this?”
“No, they’d still think you were hot.”
“Are you just saying that, or do I look hot?”
“You look hot,” I blurted.
I heard Dad coming in the front door. Mom heard him, too. “Thanks, Don,” she smiled, and then closed the bathroom door. Whew!
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Bill was the only black kid on the team. And as such, his mom was the only black mom on the team. Mrs. Bradley was an attractive woman with a nice figure. Her straight black hair went down to her shoulders. Her legs looked good, as much as I’d seen them, which was only from her knees down. Her tits looked sizable.
She didn’t dress as scantily as most of the moms. But she did dress nice. I don’t know what she did for a living, but she must have worked in a nice office or something, because on weeknights she always came to the games in nice dresses or slacks, with pearl necklaces and stuff. A classy woman, it seemed, who was friendly and seemed to get along with the other moms. Her only problem was that in warm weather she didn’t dress as scantily as most of the other moms, so I was less familiar with her body.
One day when practice ended earlier than expected, since Bill’s house was close to the field, Bill and Mike and Shawn and me stopped by Bill’s house. We were hoping to get a ride home from Bill’s mom, since Bill said his dad was working late. As we approached the house, there was a car in the driveway. “I don’t know whose car this is,” said Bill.
Bill let us in the front door. The living room was dark, but there was a light down the hall. Bill had a concerned look on his face, so nobody said a word. Something was making noise down the hall. Something AND someone. I detected music, but something else. Bill crept down the hall and peeked through the cracked door into his parent’s lighted bedroom. From down the hall we watched him frozen at the door for a minute. Then he crept back down to where we were waiting.
“My mom’s fucking some guy in her room. But he ain’t my dad.”
Bill crept back down the hall, this time waving us down with him. I peeked in first. Mrs. Bradley was straddling some big black dude on her bed. Her bottom half was under the sheets, but her top half was nude. I could just barely see the sides of her black tits hanging down, but little else. There was some R&B music playing from some stereo or radio. The other sounds emanating from the room were the squeaking of the bed, and Mrs. Bradley’s moans. The noise was loud enough that Mrs. Bradley and her black lover couldn’t hear us out in the hall.
Mike pushed me aside and gawked in, then Shawn. Each stared through the crack for a minute, and then turned away with a big wide grin. Mike pulled out his cell phone. It had a camera on it. He took some pictures of the action through the cracked door.
The four of us then crept back to the living room. Bill shook his head and grinned. “Wow, that’s fucked up,” he said.
We then left through the front door, and decided to walk down to Shawn’s house. On the way down the driveway, Shawn took a couple of pictures of the stranger’s car in Bill’s driveway.
Several days later, we’d made arrangements for the team to spend the afternoon at Bill’s house. His dad once again was working the overnight shift, but his mom was there to chaperone. Once the entire team arrived and was mingling in the living room, Shawn, Bill, and Mike called Mrs. Bradley into the hallway just beyond the kitchen. I was chicken, and stayed with the rest of my teammates in the kitchen, which was an open floor plan next to the living room, around the corner from the hallway.
The plan was simple. Shawn showed Mrs. Bradley the photos on his cell phone. I heard her gasp from around the corner. There was some dialog, and fortunately Mrs. Bradley’s tone was not one of anger. More of fear. That’s what we were hoping for. I couldn’t hear every word. But I heard her ask, “What are you gonna do? What do you want?”
Mike responded. “We want what this dude got.”
There was a gasp from Bill’s mom, then long pause. “C’mon. No. You can’t be serious.”
“Yep, they’re serious, mom,” said Bill.
After some more whispering and apparently some negotiations, Bill entered the living room, holding his mom’s arm. Mrs. Bradley looked around at all of us. Everyone was staring at her. We all knew the plan.
“So you’re all in on this.”
There was some silence, but some nods also.
“All you little white boys want a piece of my black ass?”
There was some mumbling and affirmative nodding.
“And you’re all gonna be quiet about everything after?”
Now the affirmative “Yes’s” were louder.
Mrs. Bradley had an expression like she’d been given shocking new, which she had. With eyes wide, she let out a long exhale. “I need a drink!” Mrs. Bradley stepped over into the kitchen area, found a liquor bottle in the cabinet, got a glass and ice, and with shaking hands poured herself a very tall drink.
I stared at Bill’s mom as she knocked back her drink. Her chest heaved. Her tits looked big in her blue blouse tucked into her skirt. Her navy blue skirt was fairly long, below her knees, but it was tight, and curved around her motherly ass.
Mrs. Bradley poured a second large glass of booze, and walked back into the living room. Her steps were heavier, and I saw her tits bounce in her bra and blouse. I feared that the booze had given her the courage to tell us to get the hell out. Instead, she got a little smile on her face. “You white teen ATHELETES think you can handle this big black mama?”
“Yeah, baby,” said Vito.
“Try me, Mama,” said a suddenly confident Kyle.
Mrs. Bradley finished her second drink, sauntered into the kitchen, and poured a third glass. She sashayed back to the living room, smiling at us, her hips wiggling more, her chest thrown out. “I need some music.” She fumbled with a radio atop a cabinet. It looked like the booze was hitting her.
Bill’s big black mama found some medium tempo R&B music, and started swaying her hips slightly, still sipping on her drink.
“I ain’t never had no teen white dick before. We’ll see if you white-assed punks got what it takes.” Mrs. Bradley always had good diction and excellent grammar. Suddenly, she was talking jive with us. She put her empty drink down. She moved her shoulders back and forth along with her hips. She reached up and started to unbutton her blouse.
Soon her big black lacy bra was in view. Her black cleavage swelled out the top. Her legs were spread wide, straining her skirt, and she was thrusting her hips in and out. In a slow sultry move, she thrust her chest out, pulled her fully-unbuttoned shirt tails out of her skirt, and dropped the garment off of her shoulders and onto the ground.
Mrs. Bradley was greeted with cheers and moans from her audience, all teens and all white, except for her own son, who was standing to the side but also cheering her. She smiled at us with heavy eyelids and pursed lips. She unzipped her skirt at the side, and slowly tugged it down her sides, leaning forward and shrugging her shoulders so more cleavage spilled over her bra. I had to admit that she looked way more comfortable doing this than Mrs. Firebush. She kicked off her shoes, and stepped out of her skirt. She posed for a moment in her big black bra and black satin panties. Her stomach had a bit of a bulge, and her thighs had a little meat on them, but overall she was quite curvy and sexy.
Mrs. Bradley picked up her empty glass, and sauntered into the kitchen, her big black butt cheeks rising and falling in her panties. After pouring yet another drink, she danced her way back into the living room.
“If you want to see what’s under here, you gots to show what you got under your clothes. Let’s see your little white cocks and see who measures up. C’mon, white boys, whip ’em out.”
Shawn and Mike and I glanced around, and started to unzip our flys. My friends had already seen me hard, so I had no shyness. I was glad to have my stiffie free to stretch out. When the three of us got our cocks out, the others followed.”
“You too, Bill,” Mrs. Bradley said to her son. “Let’s see if your BLACK dick measures.” Bill obeyed, grinning as he whipped out his dark staff.
The thirteen of us sat or stood in a semicircle around the mature African-American woman in her bra and panties, stroking our hardons.
“Mmm, not to shabby,” commented Mrs. Bradley. “I see some worthy cocks. Hope you know how to use them.” She turned her back to us and put her drink down on the cabinet, and danced, shaking her big booty at us. Looking back at us with a smile, she reached behind her, and unhooked her bra. Turning around, she danced with her bra held in front of her for a moment, and then slowly let the piece fall to the ground.
I couldn’t believe how big her tits looked as she stood topless several feet away from me. Her two round jugs looked swollen and heavy, sloping just slightly. I thought that Mike’s mom or perhaps Eric’s Firebush Mom had the biggest tits on the team, but Mrs. Bradley was their equal for poundage. She lifted her arms over her head, and thrust her tits out at us, slowly but forcefully. Her big dark areolas flew forward and back down. Mrs. Bradley knew how to make them things shake.
Bill’s now-drunken mom thrust her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She tugged them down slowly, again arching her back so her tits hung down and swayed. She stripped her panties off, and spread her legs as she danced. Her pussy was covered with coarse black curly hairs. Wow!
The Big Black Mama turned her back to us and shook her ass. Her big black cheeks rippled as she swung her hips from side to side. Then she bent down a little, putting her hands on her knees, and thrust her ass in and out. She continued with some impressive booty popping, shaking her booty much faster than the music, her cheeks opening and closing to show her puckered asshole, and her hairy pussy between her legs. Unlike Mrs. Firebush, this woman looked like an experienced booty popper.
Facing us again, she actually got her tits doing circles, clockwise. She seemed to be able to make them do whatever she wanted. She got them jiggling in opposite directions. She leaned over and swayed them in circles. She picked both of them up in her palms and stuffed her left tit into her mouth, licking her own long black nipple. After licking her right nipple, while smiling at us, she heaved her chest and got them flying wildly, shooting up almost to her chin, and them back down nearly to her navel.
As I sat on a wooden chair right in front of Mrs. Bradley, this woman had me as hot as any woman ever. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. She spread her knees wide and bent her knees, opening her crotch and thrusting it at us. Her ebony flesh glowed with perspiration. She picked up somebody’s water bottle from a table, and shoved it up into her pussy. It came out glistening. She was juicy and wet.
“You want my black ass?” She asked.
“Yeah,” came the shout from her son’s exposed friends and teammates.
“Here it is.” Mrs. Bradley shook her ass, a foot from my face. I was just about to reach out and grab it, when she lurched backward and shoved her bare ass into my face.
I didn’t flinch. Quite the opposite, I burrowed my head into her long ass crack. She had me so worked up that I wanted any part of her I could get. She wiggled back into me. She was probably trying to gross us out, but I loved making contact with her jiggling ass cheeks. I stuck my tongue out, and found her asshole. I grabbed her hips, and licked into her as far as I could go.
“OHHHH!” I heard Mrs. Bradley cry. I flit my tongue deep and fast. I was afraid that she would pull away, so quickly I reached around with my right hand and found her pussy. I rubbed her mound over her coarse pubic hair, and then found her slit.
My left hand reached up and firmly squeezed her dangling left tit. She chuckled, and then squealed. My right index finger found her swollen clit, and I diddled it rapidly. “OHHHHHHHH! Ohhhh, Honey! Not bad for a Honkey kid! WHHHEEEEE!”
I could hear the other guys laughing at my rim job, but soon they were on their feet and surrounding Mrs. Bradley. Hands were mauling her tits and pussy, and even her thighs and shoulders. I hadn’t realized that the contrast between our white bodies, as tan as they were, against Mrs. Bradley’s black flesh would be so striking.
Mrs. Bradley reached between my legs and stroked my cock. I immediately yanked my already-open pants down to my knees, and she quickly lowered her pussy onto my cock. She slid down easily. A little too easily, actually. Her pussy was the most cavernous off all the moms I’d fucked. But it was wet, and the Big Black Mama knew what to do with that pussy. The way she worked her muscles around my cock, and used her knees to jump up and down on it, made this black woman the best fuck ever.
Mrs. Bradley fucked my cock rapidly while Kip whipped out his cock and stuffed it into her mouth, fucking her face forcefully as he grabbed her head. Other hands were tugging at her tits. I resumed diddling her love button. “HUMMMPH!”
Mrs. Bradley also looked like a world class cock sucker. She bobbed her head rapidly, and in no time I saw jism from Kip’s cock leaking out of her lips.
She had me done in seconds. She started jerking around on my lap like she was having an orgasm, shuddering like a bug on me. I shot my load in her pussy.
Mrs. Bradley fell off my lap, and onto her knees on the carpet. She grabbed Eric’s exposed cock as he stood before her, and sucked him off. She got him to lie on the carpet as she sucked him, sticking her big black booty in the air. Shawn knelt behind her and rammed his cock into her pussy. Others reached under her body to feel her dangling tits.
After taking a few more cocks on her knees, Mrs. Bradley laid back on the couch, and took more fuckings. I watched her black tits jump as she humped on her back. She turned her head and took a few more cocks in her mouth, and one in her right hand.
After eleven cocks had come on or in Mrs. Bradley, I saw Bill standing pants less in front of her mom. “Roll over Mom,” he ordered. “I’m gonnna fuck your ass.”
Without a word, the intoxicated black woman stuck her ass in the air, and let her son work his hard cock into her asshole. He seemed to have an easier time getting in than I did with Mrs. Clark, even though Bill’s cock is at least as big as mine. He fucked her rapidly, her big black ass cheeks rippling like waves. Soon Bill came in her asshole, and finished off by squirting over her ass and back.
Bill then said, “We got to get out. My dad might be home soon.” As I got my clothes back together, I watched the ravaged Mrs. Bradley gingerly stand up. She was drunk, rode hard, covered with cum, her hair was a mess and her makeup was smeared. She slid on her black panties, nearly falling over. She put her bra on, and I helped her hook it in the back. She left it at that, perhaps realizing that she’d have to shower and change before Mr. Bradley got home.
She turned to me, and said, “Boy I have to admit, you did the job today. For a white kid. I thought you’d run away before you’d give me a rim job.
“No, you had me too hot,” I replied.
“You still have some things to learn, though. I think I need to spend some more time teaching you. Keep in touch.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: MOUSY MOM
Eric came over to my house to get a ride from my mom to practice. I was upstairs changing when I heard him arrive. When I came downstairs, I didn’t see Eric in the family room. And Dad was alone in the living room, reading the paper. Then I heard some quiet murmuring coming from the kitchen. I walked in to see Eric was sitting next to my mom at the table. As I rounded the corner, I could see Mom’s hands on top of the table, holding a glass of pop, but Eric’s right hand was under the table. It was dark and it was a fleeting glimpse, but it appeared to me that his hand was between mom’s legs, under her denim skirt. As soon as I entered the kitchen, they both flinched, and mom immediately got up, smoothing her skirt and acting guilty as she took her glass over to the sink. “Well, are we ready to go?” she asked in a slightly flustered voice.
“I’m ready,” I said, and Mom drove us to practice, with Eric and me in the back seat. Both Mom and Eric were uncomfortably silent on the drive.
After Mom dropped us off and drove away, we dropped our gear by the chain link fence. Eric said, “Hey, Don.”
“What?”
Eric held out his right hand to my face, with his middle finger extended. “Wanna smell your mom?”
I stared at him for a second. “Are you shitting me?”
“Really,” he chuckled.
“You finger fucked my mom.”
“Yeah,” he grinned.
“Wow!” That was all I could say. “Sorry if I interrupted.”
“You should be,” Eric laughed.
Wow. We joined our teammates on the field as I absorbed the idea that my mom let my friend stick his finger in her pussy.
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Among my teammates, I called Tim’s mom, Mrs. Lee, “The Mousy Mom.” She was cute. Really Cute. I guess it was her slender figure, button nose, soft chin, small oval wire rimmed glasses, and quiet demeanor, that gave her what I called a “mousy” aura. She was about 5′ 3″ tall, and her figure, while slender, was not skinny like Mrs. Truffeau, but close to it. Her hair was blonde and curled under just above her shoulders. Her tits were pretty tiny, but her legs and her butt were really nice for a mom.
At the season’s early games, Mrs. Lee wore polo tops and longer boring shorts, but as the weather and the other moms heated up, Mousy Mom started to sport shorter cotton shorts and matching tank tops, which allowed views of both her white panties and her little white bras. So I fantasized about fucking Mousy Mom. And so did Eric and Mike and several other boys, judging by their comments and their eyes. And as much as any other mom, Mrs. Lee kept her eyes locked on me and my teammates. Her demeanor remained quiet and aloof, but her eyes darted to my teammate’s butt and other body parts as they walked by her. Once when Eric changed shirts after a game, I thought she was going to fall out of the bleachers craning her neck to stare at his topless teen torso.
Several times she caught me looking at her, but she immediately turned away. There was no smile, no acknowledgement, no flirtatious look, as we received from many of the other moms. She was friendly enough when we approached her or Tim, but she refused to give up even the most subtle or sneaky hint that she was interested in us. So I considered her probably untouchable.
Besides my “Mousy Mom” moniker, one other catch phrase often got repeated when one of us caught her checking us out. “She wants it.” We were cocky enough now to even dare imagine that an attractive married mom would think of fucking us, her son’s teen friends.
When it was Tim’s turn to host an after-game sleepover after a night game, Mrs. Lee picked a night when her husband was home.
We poured into Mrs. Lee’s basement family room immediately after the game. Mr. Lee went up to the second floor to bed. When Mrs. Lee wandered down later to bring us our pizzas, she might as well have been tossed into a prison holding cell with thirteen horny male jailbirds. Standing in a matching teal-colored tiny cotton shorts and tight tank top, her eyes darting back and forth over us, but still with her shy demeanor, several boys whispered, “She wants it.”
I don’t know if Mrs. Lee heard the comments, but she must have seen the look in our eyes and our dirty leering that we were admiring her scantily-clad figure and weren’t hiding it. There was an air of sexual tension.
Shawn said, “I have to get out of this uniform,” and pulled off his uniform jersey.
“Me too,” replied Vito, and he also took off his top.
Tim picked up on his teammates’ signals. “Mom, can we wash our uniforms?”
Mrs. Lee, now staring at the two shirtless teens, stuttered, “Oh, uh, yeah, I guess.”
At that, all of us started taking off our jerseys, and threw them in a pile.
We had all already removed our spikes, so when Eric said, “How about our pants?” it was nothing to unhook the belt and peel off his uniform pants. Every other teammate followed their Team Captain’s example and pulled off their uniforms. There were now thirteen teen athletes surrounding Mrs. Lee, wearing only their bulging jocks.
Mrs. Lee’s chest heaved, and she moaned an audible “ohhh!” Otherwise she was speechless. As we milled around, some of the guys had their backs to her, and their bare butts were on display for her.
Mike said, “How about our jocks, too? Can you wash our jocks?” When Tim’s mom didn’t answer, staring at the team surrounding her, her mouth open and eyes wide, Mike pulled down his jock. He stepped out of it, and his hairy semi-hard cock sprang out.
As Mrs. Lee stood speechless, panting and batting her eyes, the rest of us stripped out of our jocks. A couple of guys only had semi-erect dicks hanging down, but most of us, including me, had raging hairy hardons aimed at Mousy Mom.
“Hey Mrs. Lee,” said Shawn. “Don’t you want to wash your clothes, too?”
“Uhhh, oohh, Uhh,” whimpered Mrs. Lee. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the naked teen athletes, but she couldn’t seem to react, other than her whimpering.
Shawn approached her. “I’ll help with your top.” He started to raise her top at the hem. Mrs. Lee gasped and put her hands down to her sides to prevent the material from being lifted. But soon several other guys started grabbing at her top and lifting it. Soon her little white bra was in view, and her top was lifted and pulled through her blonde hair and discarded. Quickly hands grabbed the elastic waistband of her cotton shorts, and tugged them down her thighs, displaying tight white cotton bikini panties.
Tim’s mom looked nearly as sexy as any of the moms, in her tiny white bra and panties. Her tits were small, but that made her bra look small and her torso that much more exposed. Her panties were plain cotton, but they were tight and clung nicely to her nice butt cheeks and protruding pussy mound.
Mrs. Lee looked like she was going to faint as hands started tugging at her bra and panties. “Oh, no, no,” she quietly whimpered nearly inaudibly.
I was concerned. She was saying no. She wasn’t smiling, or removing her clothes herself. Was she being molested?
“She wants it,” Vito said, and several others echoed the Mousy Mom catchphrase. But did she?
“Oh, no,” she panted, as her bra was unhooked in back and the straps pulled down her shoulders. I could read her words on her lips, but I could barely hear them. Her eyes were half open and her head rolled back. I wanted to stop my teammates, who were pawing at her like animals.
The panties slid down easily, and grabby teen hands roamed all over her tiny pointed white titties and hard pink nipples. Her dishwater blonde pubic hair had hands combing through it, and her nice white ass was getting a good groping and jiggling.
“Hey, guys,” I muttered, but nobody was paying attention to me. “Hey…” But then I noticed something. Mrs. Lee had placed her hands on Eric’s and Vito’s chests. She wasn’t pushing them away; she was stoking their chests and shoulders with her long spread-out fingers. She slid her right hand down to Vito’s ass cheek and caressed it. Then she slid her left hand down to Eric’s hard cock, and held it.
While Mrs. Lee was getting felt up by a dozen or so hands on her naked body, she was moving her open palms and slender fingers from one guy to the next. She still looked unsteady, and I’d swear she was still moaning, “Oh, no.”
“You want it, Mrs. Lee,” said Vito.
“No,” she whimpered, still caressing two teen butt cheeks.
“You want it,” insisted Eric and Mike.
“Yes, I, I want it!” croaked Mousy Mom, as she tugged on two throbbing cocks and gyrated her palm-covered hips. She turned her head to Vito, opened her mouth, and began to kiss him.
Mousy Mom was grinding her hips into Vito’s hand as he finger fucked her. She stretched her neck from Vito to Eric to Tom’s mouths, trading sloppy tongue kisses.
I think she was loosening up a little.
I finally got a hand in, and tugged on her long nipples, and jiggled her little left tit. Tim, Mousy Mom’s son, had his head down on her right tit, suckling on her nipple.
It was Eric who wormed his way front and center, and was receiving a hand job as he rapidly finger fucked the older but smaller woman. He apparently felt that they were both ready, because he said, “Do you want it?”
“Yes, I want it!”
“Do you want all of it?”
“YES!”
“Do you want it right now?”
“YES! I WANT IT NOW! FUCK ME! PLEEEEAAAAASE!!!”
Mousy Mom had found a pair of lungs. As her begging echoed through the room, Eric grabbed both of her ass checks, lifted her off the ground, and rammed his stiff cock into her wide open pussy. I saw her eyes widen as she found herself with her legs spread around the teen stud, her hands around his neck.
Eric stood in the middle off the room as Mrs. Lee rode him. He held her by her butt cheeks and thrust into her, hard and as rapidly as he could. “Uhhhng!” He grunted.
“UNNGGGGG!” Grunted Mrs. Lee.
“UNNNGGG!”
“HUMMMMMPHHHH!”
I briefly thought about Tim’s dad being upstairs. If he was woken from the boys shouting or his wife’s wailing, or if he heard it at all two floors up, he wasn’t concerned enough to come downstairs. I forgot all about him. Apparently Mrs. Lee did, too.
A couple of the guys were still reaching in for titty feels, but otherwise it was Eric’s show as Mrs. Lee threw her head back and closed her eyes.
“OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWEEEEEE!” She gyrated and jiggled all over. I don’t know how Eric hung onto her. Mrs. Lee wasn’t very big, but none of us were big at our age, either. Only Eric was considered a big guy. “WOOOOOOEEEEOOOOOOO!”
Her wails echoed off the walls, causing cheers from her son’s teammates. “Haarrrggghhhhh??!”
She collapsed onto Eric’s shoulder, and Eric dropped her like a sack of potatoes onto the couch. Mrs. Lee took one long loud inhale, and I thought she was going to have a heart attack and die. Instead, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the naked boys with hard cocks surrounding her, and asked, “OK, who’s next?” I was standing closest, and she yelled, “Don! You be next!” I sat down next to her and she practically attacked me. She locked her lips onto mine and rapidly tongued me, moving her mouth around like she’d never been kissed before. Her hands were also all over the place, quickly running from my shoulder to my chest to my thigh, and then stroking my hard cock. For my part, I felt her small firm titties and diddled her nipples.
With my newfound oral fixation, I clamped my mouth down on her right tit, and then her left, sucking the small boobies into my mouth, licking her nipples, and suckling like a baby. I ran my left hand up her smooth bare thigh and found her snatch, and rubbed her pussy hard. Then I slid my middle finger in and fingered her.
I had competition, as Kyle sat next to her on the other side and clamped his mouth over her right tit. Mrs. Lee hissed like a snake as the two of us sucked her two tits.
Mrs. Lee never relaxed. Like a kid on Christmas morning, she ripped into one part of me and then another. She stood up, and landed on my lap facing me, and slid her pussy down on to my cock. She did all the work, humping me like a horny Rocky, and wailing like a banshee. “Wheeeeeeee!’
I sucked her tits again, but soon other hands were grabbing her tits. Mrs. Lee reached down and grabbed Kyle and Chris’ cocks as they sat beside me. Shawn stuck his cock by her face, and she took it into her mouth.
She wildly gyrated again; already having an orgasm nearly as big as the one Eric gave her. I also came quickly, and Mrs. Lee fell off me and landed on Kyle’s lap, facing away from him, and took his cock in her pussy as she continued stroking and sucking other cocks.
Mrs. Lee never lost her energy, or her lust; continuing touching, fucking, and sucking as much teen meat as she could get hold of, her hands running over every part of our bodies, through our hair, over our balls, and everyplace else.
I stepped back and watched her riding Bill, straddling him as he lay on his back. Her back was arched, and I could see Bill’s big black cock sliding in and out of her pussy as she slid her hips and butt in and out around it. Her hips circled, rolled, her butt danced. It was sheer beauty, sexual ballet, as erotic as anything ever. I thought of Mr. Lee upstairs, and I wondered if he’d ever stepped back and became aware at what a sexual artist his wife was.
I took a break while my teammates were fucking Mighty Mom, and I was eating pizza and drinking pop over by a table. I felt someone touch me from behind, and I turned my head and saw Mrs. Lee. She pressed her bare tits against my back, wrapped her hands around me, and rubbed my chest and shoulders. “It’s your turn again, Don” she whispered.
I turned towards her. My cock has semi-limp, but I put my arms around her and made out with her. I reached around and finally got to feel those two ass cheeks that I’d dreamed so much about. Mrs. Lee was still a whirlwind of energy, and kissed me wildly. She fell to her knees in front of me, and began licking my balls and shaft. That was enough to get me hard, and when she sucked my cock rapidly I was ready to go again.
Mrs. Lee was one of the few moms light enough that I could pick up, and I lifted her by her hips and sat her on the table in front of me. I stood between her legs, and threw both of her legs over my shoulders. I slid my cock in her pussy and slammed into her hard. My hips made a slapping sound as I hit her hit her ass and thighs, and as slender as she was, her butt and thigh flesh jiggled a little.
I looked down at the sexy blonde mom. Her little tittes were jiggling too, as she smiled up at me. But it wasn’t long before other guys crowded around us, and started to feel her tits. One of these guys was Tim. I’d almost forgotten that Mrs. Lee’s son was among us. Tim was naked along with the rest of us, and he still had a hard cock sticking nearly straight up. He reached down and felt his own mom’s tit, tugging on her nipple.
Mrs. Lee looked over and realized her son was feeling her tit, and standing over her naked as she got fucked by one of his friends. She put her hand up over his. At first I thought she was going to pry her son’s hand off of her tit. But instead she patted it and stroked it. She ran her fingers up his forearm, looking into his eyes, and then down to his cock.
Mousy Mom reached over and carefully touched Tim’s hard dick. He didn’t pull away – in fact he thrust his hips toward her. So Mrs. Lee took his dick in his hands, and stroked it. Tim kept on feeling her tits while he got a hand job from his mom.
This was turning me on, and I was almost ready to blow.
Mrs. Lee guided Tim’s dick over to her face, and she leaned over and took it in her mouth. She sucked on her son’s cock as he moaned.
That put me over the edge, and I came in Mrs. Lee’s pussy.
I pulled my cock out and stepped away. Mrs. Lee let Tim’s cock slide out of her mouth, and motioned for him to stand between her legs. Tim did as instructed and Mrs. Lee threw her thighs around him. Tim entered his mom, as she let out a gasp. After a few pumps to get in rhythm, he thrust fast. Mrs. Lee let out loud wails again, and soon she was gyrating all over the table. Both she and Tim came quickly, and he pulled out and stepped away.
Mrs. Lee didn’t have time to rest or to ponder what she’d just done. Vito flipped her over on the table, and fucked her Rockygie style as Mrs. Lee grabbed two cocks with her hand and stroked them.
Mighty Mom was randy all night. At about 3:00 AM she got a little weak and shaky, but after some pop and cold pizza, she continued the gangbang until about 5:00 AM. I don’t know how Tim felt when she hollered, “This is the greatest day of my life!” But I was proud to be part of any woman’s greatest day, even if I was only one part of thirteen.
Finally we helped Mighty Mom find her clothes. She gingerly put them on like she’d just fought a heavyweight match, and walked bowlegged upstairs, presumably to collapse into bed next to her sleeping husband.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: MY MOM
It was just Mom and I in the car as she drove me to a practice. “Do boys like Vito and Kip know that you’re looking at their moms in the bleachers?”
“Yep.”
“It doesn’t bother them?”
“Not that I can tell.”
“How do you feel when the other boys talk about me?”
“Proud.”
“Proud? You’re proud of the way I look? Hmm. What if it wasn’t just looking? What if you saw one of them, um, trying to touch me? Would you be upset?”
“Like if I saw one of them with his hand up your skirt? I’d be turned on.”
“Would you tell your Dad?”
“No, that would be between you and me. Would you tell dad if you thought I was having sex with a friend’s mom?”
“I think we can have a few secrets from Dad.”
“Which of my friends to you think is attractive?” I presumed she’d say Eric.
“Well, at my age, they all seem attractive.”
There was a long silence after that. I’d just told my mom that I’d get aroused watching her with one of my friends, and suggested that I saw Eric with his hand under her skirt. She told me she thinks all my friends are attractive.
“How are they approached?”
“What?”
“How would boys your age even know if a woman was seriously interested in them?”
I paused for a minute for this one. “Just take off your clothes.”
“Just… get naked?”
“Yeah. We like stripteases. Lots of bare skin. We’d get the point.”
“So they like women, who uh, act slutty?”
“Yeah.”
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Mom couldn’t believe that we wanted to play ball on a day off near the end of the season. But a bunch of us were bored, it was a weekday, so we decided to try to organize a casual game of softball instead of hardball. I asked Mom if she would drive some of us to the field. At first mom was reluctant to do all the driving and be in charge of thirteen teens. But she kept asking me if we were sure that she would be the only adult there, and the more I said yes, the more she seemed to warm up to the idea.
“Would you mind if I wore my bathing suit and got some sun while you play?”
“Certainly not,” I replied.
“You know, I used to play some softball. Can I shag a few balls for you?”
“I’ll ask the guys, but I don’t see why not.” I texted the rest of the team. I told them that Mom wanted to play a little softball, and that she might wear her bathing suit. Within minutes, all thirteen teammates had texted back that they now wanted to play. Several made comments like, “if ur moms gonna to be in a bathing suit, i’m there!” I showed these texts to my mom, who seemed quite flattered. She read them again and again, pushing her tit into my shoulder as she read from my phone.
It was a warm sunny day when five of my teammates met at my house and piled into Mom’s van. We all wore shorts and tank tops or t-shirts, and brought our baseball gear. Mom climbed into the driver’s seat wearing some shorts and a polo shirt. I was a little disappointed. I guess I’d hoped that she would dress sexier for my teammates, or at least bring a bathing suit along. Still, Mom looked like she’d taken her time with her hair today, and she looked kinda hot in her sunglasses as we drove to the field.
Upon arriving, our seven teammates were already there. Mom had brought a cooler full of pop for us, and as we drank pop Mom laid a beach towel in foul territory. When mom unbuckled her belt, I could see everybody stop what they were doing and watch mom. She seemed to realize it, too. She stood in the middle of a circle of thirteen of us boys, and tugged her shorts down her hips and butt. I didn’t recognize the bottom of her bathing suit. I thought she’d be wearing her old blue or black one. This one was a bright lime green. Then when she stood straight up, I realized that these were bikini bottoms! Mom NEVER wore a two-piece bathing suit! She turned her back to me for a second, and I could see that not only was it a two-piece bathing suit, that it was cut really high in back, showing off quite a bit of her butt cheeks.
Then everybody held their breath as Mom grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up. As she pulled her shirt up over tits, through her hair, and dropped it on her towel, everybody was shocked at how tiny her bikini was, and nobody was more shocked than me. Mom always wore conservative bathing suits and clothes in general. Her bottoms were not only cut high in back, but they dipped low in front, practically down to her pussy. And the top was the tiniest string top possible, with Mom’s 40D tits hanging out the top, sides and even underneath.
We’d all seen young ladies in bikinis, but I could tell by the way all of my teammates’ jaws were hanging open that it was an extraordinary sight to see a tall, busty mature woman in the smallest scraps of fabric imaginable. On close inspection, Mom had her flaws, and they couldn’t be hid in the bright sunlight. Her tummy bulged some, her butt was a bit too large, there were stretch marks, and even a scar. But after all the lusting these boys had expressed for my mom, and my own growing lust for her, it was the sexiest sight I could imagine seeing in public. Whew!
Mom had her sunglasses on, but I could tell by her smile and her demeanor that she was enjoying the looks of my teammates. Mom pulled a bottle of suntan lotion out of her beach bag, and started rubbing it all over herself, as we all watched attentively. Her tits jiggled as she rubbed her cleavage, and as she bent over to lotion her legs, her big tits hung down, looking like they might fall completely out of her skimpy top. She rubbed her belly and her upper thighs, spreading her legs until a tuft of brown pubic hair was exposed.
“Chris, can you do my back?” She asked as she handed the bottle to Chris. Chris gleefully poured some lotion onto her shoulders and rubbed her back. But Shawn and Brian quickly butted in and also rubbed her back and shoulders. Shawn poured some lotion onto his hands and rubbed the back of her thighs, and when Mom simply smiled at the six hands on her, Kip lathered up her upper thighs and part of the bottom of her butt cheeks that were exposed.
Finally Mom lay down on her beach blanket just behind the backstop, and we started playing softball. But everybody was paying attention to Mom lying there, and balls kept “accidentally” rolling over to her so guys could get a better look.”
Eventually I said, “Mom, why don’t you play with us.” I didn’t mean it in a dirty way, but a few guys snickered as Mom stood up and grabbed a glove. Wherever Mom played on the field, the guys tried to hit the ball to her. This was because whenever she ran, her big tits bobbled all over the place in her tiny top, and even her ass and thighs wobbled. Her bikini bottom was cut so high that the back kept riding into her crack, exposing her white ass cheeks. After a few lame attempts to fix this, Mom simply let her cheeks show.
Several times after short runs, Mom’s areolas snuck out of her top. Clearly they were quite dark and quite wide.
Mom went in to bat, and grabbed a bottle of water. She drank some, and splashed some on her face. Then she poured some on her chest. The water cascaded down her top and then ran to her bikini bottom. That’s when something miraculous happened. The wet bikini turned transparent. There was no lining in it at all. Mom must have known this. My eyes darted back and forth between Mom’s tits and her pussy. She did indeed have very wide areolas, but they were not out of proportion on her large jugs. And her bush had been trimmed away from her thighs, but there was still a nice dark triangle of hair on display at her crotch.
It was hard to keep the game going with Mom parading around like that. Finally Mom grabbed a bat and went to the plate to hit. She spread her legs and stuck her butt out as she stood in the batter’s box. Eric was pitching, and he had a hard time putting the ball over the plate for Mom. She swung and swung at the high and outside pitches, as her tits wobbled. Finally Mom got a piece of a ball, and as it rolled toward third base, she sprinted toward first. Tim fielded it and threw to first. The ball got away from Brad, mostly because he was watching Mom jiggle. Mom took off for second. The instant she turned the bag at first, her right tit fell completely out of her top, and it flopped naked all the way to second. She fixed her top at second, but she didn’t seem the slightest bit embarrassed at her wardrobe malfunction. She stayed on the basses for quite a while, taking running leadoffs after every pitch. Both of her areolas were sticking out the top, but she didn’t even bother to adjust. Mom was virtually naked out in the field surrounded by my friends and me. I was just one of thirteen young teens who were sporting hardons. We didn’t bother wearing cups to this game, so my cock was sticking out in my boxers, and several other teammates were trying to hide their erections.
After the inning ended, we all came in for a break. It was hot out there, and now nobody had their mind on baseball as long as my mom was hanging out all wet. Mom poured some more water on her suit to keep it transparent, her areolas were hanging out the top and sometimes the sides of her tiny triangles, a tuft of pubic hair hung out over her bottoms, and her ass was virtually bare.
Pete had brought a boom box, and he turned it on. Mom was standing back behind home plate by the backstop. The backstop had six-foot high boards along the back wall, making it the one place on the field where nobody driving or walking along the street could see her. Mom seemed to pick up on that. She looked around, made sure that nobody else besides the team was nearby, and started dancing.
My teammates let out some hoots when Mom put her arms up in the air and started swaying to the Metal music. Encouraged by the noise and the looks, she soon started to thrust her chest out, as her big tits strained the fabric of her transparent string bikini top.
Mom turned around and shook her ass at us. The white flesh jiggled and rippled. She turned back and thrust her hips; her legs spread wide, her knees bent. Mom knew how to dance some. Her areolas were sticking out the top nearly to her nipples. Finally her right nipple popped out and caught the fabric, and stayed exposed.
As my teammates cheered her on, and complimented Mom’s tits, she shook her tits back and forth until her right tit fell completely out, hanging over the tiny lime-colored patch of fabric. Mom then slowly pulled back on her left string, until her left tit also fell out. Mom’s tits were really pale, and her areolas were a darker brown, making a nice contrast. She raised her hands up high over her head and thrust her tits out, and then leaned over and let them dangle over the heads of the players that were sitting in the dirt behind home plate. With much cheering and fanfare, Mom easily untied the strings of her top, pulled the whole garment off her chest, and dropped it into the dirt.
She continuing to dance and jiggle her tits for us. Mom started playing with the strings of her bottom, stretching them out and pulling them up and down. Slowly, she tugged the wet bottom down her hips, until her pussy was completely out in the open, causing more cheers. She bent at the waist and lowered the garment down to her knees, until they fell on her own down her to gym shoes, at which time she kicked them off.
Mom continued to dance for us for a few more minutes, playing with her own tits and rubbing her pussy, smiling at each boy, including me. I simply smiled back, and applauded with the rest of my friends. She looked super sexy, and I was quite proud of her naked body.
There was an aluminum baseball bat leaning against the backstop with the handle up. Mom grabbed it and danced with it as a prop for a bit, like a cane. She lightly spanked her ass with it a couple of times, and I enjoyed the way her left butt cheek jiggled. Then she slid the bat between her tits, holding it with her right hand while wrapping her left arm around her tits to squeeze them around the bat. She stuck her tongue out and circled it around the bat handle, which got some hoots from the guys. Then she rested the bat between her legs, and rubbed the handle against her pussy. She spread her legs and thrust her hips out against the giant metal dildo. She spread wider, and started pushing one side of the handle between her pussy lips. As several teen boys groaned, Mom managed to get the entire handle into her pussy. She didn’t get it in far, just enough that the handle was in her.
Mom stopped dancing, dropped the bat, and leaned her naked body back against the backstop. She reached up and grabbed the chain link fence with both hands, looking like she was Jesus on the cross. She announced, “Now I want a real cock in me.” She simply smiled as Shawn and Kyle approached her and grabbed her tits. When she only smiled and moaned, several more guys approached and started to feel her naked body. Mom kissed Tim and put her arms around several shirtless boys. I reached in and got a hand on my mom’s pussy. I worked a finger in, and she was very wet and slippery. Hands were on every part of her body. She got her hand on Eric’s cock, and stroked it. Mike also got his cock out, and Mom jerked him, too.
Someone grabbed Mom’s beach towel, and laid it on the dirt behind the backstop, where nobody from the street could see her. Mom sat down on the towel, and took Mike’s cock in her mouth. She jerked off two other boys. I got my hand on her left tit, and it sure felt soft and wonderful. I squeezed it hard and massaged it rapidly, as did two other hands on her right tit.
Mom fell onto her back on the towel, and Mike fell between her legs. He worked his stiff cock into her pink pussy. Someone stuffed a cock into Mom’s mouth, and Mike had some trouble lying on top of Mom because so many hands were on her tits. He had to stay up on his hands to fuck her, which caused her tits to bobble even when there weren’t hands on them.
Mike came in seconds. Before anybody else had a chance to jump on her, Mom got up and pulled Shawn down onto the towel on his back. She straddled my now-naked teammate, and lowered her pussy down over his cock. She bounced around on top of him, while more hands groped her dirt-covered tits. Pete stuffed his cock in her mouth, and Mom jerked several more cocks as she sucked Pete and fucked Shawn. I stood back for a moment and watched my dirt-covered mom satisfy four cocks.
After Shawn and several of the others came, Mom ended up on all fours. She sucked Tim, while Bill stuck his big black cock into her pussy from behind. Her ass cheeks rippled each time he slammed into her, as her tits hung down and swung. Several other guys grabbed her tits and milked them.
Brad climbed under her and worked his cock up into her pussy. That’s when Eric got behind her, and began working his cock into her asshole. It took some work, but soon Mom had cocks in her pussy, her ass, and her mouth. There was actually a little cloud of dirt engulfing them as they jostled around on the ground.
When everybody else had had their turn at least once, I pushed my way through the crowd. Mom had stood up for a breather. I pushed her back against the wooden backstop, lifted her left leg up, and worked my cock up inside her pussy. She was taller than me, so it was a pretty comfortable fit, as I fucked her and played with her tits. She French kissed me, and then I suckled her long fat nipples.
Mom turned around, and I entered her from behind, as she grabbed the chain link fence above the wooden barrier. She held on for dear life as I thrust her hard and fast. Her ass cheeks made a slapping sound each time my hips spanked them, and I reached around and groped her dangling tits roughly. She squealed and called out, “Oh, Don! Don! Whoooooo!” She grunted and groaned and just as I let a gob of cum fly into her pussy she gyrated around, still anchored to the chain link fence, and hung her head down and panted.
I pulled out, and Mom laid on the dirty towel again. But my team wasn’t done with her yet. They continued taking her the rest of the afternoon, until each had had multiple orgasms in her and on her.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: VICTORY LAPS
The last few games of the season were surreal. There wasn’t a panty or a bra to be found in the whole stadium. Mom’s opinion was that it was some sort of friendly silent competition between the moms, who were all vying for our attention. Moms were flashing their pussies up their skirts and shorts, tits were jiggling and hanging out the tops and sides, and even ass cheeks were hanging out the bottoms of shorts. Mom wore a tank top where half of her tits were hanging out the sides. I asked her if she worried about what dad would say, and she replied that the dads were so busy looking at the other wives that they weren’t paying attention to their own wives’ behavior and attire.
Mom and I fucked all the time. Mostly when Dad wasn’t around, but sometimes if he was sleeping upstairs we’d go downstairs and fuck, or even grope each other just out of his view. Mom asked me which of the other moms I’d most like to have sex with again, and I replied, “Any of them.” I asked her which of my friends she wanted me to invite over for a sleepover when Dad was out, and she said, “Any of them.”
Like a religious convert, or the last person to try a new fad, Mom became wholly engrossed in her newfound cougar style. And so after the last game of the season, she organized a celebratory team party at our house. Of course she picked a night when Dad was traveling. When some of the other moms expressed envy that they weren’t the ones throwing the party, Mom invited all of the other moms to our house as additional “chaperones.”
The evening of the party, every last player and every last mom attended. We players were dressed in our usual t-shirts and slacks. The moms were mostly dressed sexy as hell. It was great watching them dressed in skimpy summer casuals all summer, but it was hot seeing them in dressier slacks and even sexy skirts and stuff. Mom had plenty of food and drinks, and some booze for the moms. The mood was instantly celebratory and lively. Several of the moms that I’d fucked but never really conversed with were cornering me. The coach’s wife, Mrs. Miles, congratulated me on a good season, and gave me a kiss. Other moms patted me on the butt, and soon I was reciprocating with little ass gropes.
There were a dozen similar scenes all over our family room. Mom announced that the only rule was that nobody could go upstairs. So in every corner of the room, moms and players were pairing off and conversing, hugging, kissing, and groping. Mom had some music playing, and a couple of the moms were slow dancing with boys.
I didn’t catch what prompted it, but all of a sudden Mom started dancing to a fast song in the middle of the room. She was shaking her hips and thrusting her hips as the other guys started watching and cheering.
Not to be outdone, several of the other moms also started dancing. Soon all of the moms were dancing as us players backed up to the walls and watched the show. Thirteen MILFs dancing sexy and smiling at us. One by one, each mom started to lift skirts up, or lift up blouses or unbutton dresses, until it turned into a mass striptease. The moms who wore underwear were wearing some real sexy stuff, not the usual casual stuff we’d generally seen at the park.
Any one of these women would have given me yet another hardon. The women my eyes gravitated to in particular were the ones that I hadn’t really seen completely naked before. I’d fucked Mrs. Kreske in the concession stand, but hadn’t seen her with her clothes off. Now I watched her pull off her bra and slide out of her panties, and enjoyed seeing her completely naked for the first time. And then there was Mrs. Curtis, who I’d finger fucked, but had never seen naked. She was so pretty and her body was quite sexy, too.
Once the women were all naked, they continued dancing for a while, shaking their tits and asses as the rest of us. Mrs. Miles and Mrs. Taylor mashed their four big tits together as they danced, and my own mom ground her crotch into Mrs. Osteen’s ass. Eventually the women started to lap dance the guys on the couch and chairs, and generally paired off.
I worked my way over to Mrs. Curtis. As the only woman there I hadn’t fucked, I had some unfinished business with her. As I stood in front of her, she grabbed me and French kissed me, then quickly pulled my shirt off, followed by my pants. We hugged and kissed naked, standing in the middle of likewise couples. I grabbed her ass and she grabbed mine. As she ran her hands over my shoulders and chest, I kissed my way down her neck to her small pointed tits, and sucked them. Mrs. Curtis grabbed my cock and stroked it as I rubbed and fingered her familiar pussy. She was as wet as she’d been that first time, and I was hard as a rock. There were no chairs or carpet space available, so Mrs. Curtis pushed me back onto an end table, sending food and photos flying. I sat on the edge of the table, and Mrs. Curtis spread her legs and straddled me. She lowered herself onto my cock, and used her knee and ankle muscles to thrust up and down on my cock. I of course squeezed her ass and sucked her tits as she sat on my lap facing me. Then she got up and turned around, and fucked me with her back to me. This gave her faster thrusting capabilities, and allowed me to reach around her and feel her tits and hard nipples. I also reached down and diddled her clit just above my cock. It took virtually no time for her to squeal and gyrate through an orgasm as I shot a load of cum up into her pussy.
As Mrs. Curtis collapsed on my lap panting, I surveyed the scene in the rest of the room. Many of the other moms were emitting their own moans and squeals while my friends fucked them. I spotted Mom straddling Eric on the carpet, riding his cock as her tits bobbled. Mrs. Curtis and I made out for a while. Then as other couples finished their first rounds of fucking, we began to mingle with other people. Moms stopped for drinks and boys stopped for food, but otherwise the action continued for the rest of the night. I noticed Mom fucking and sucking Vito and Kyle at the same time, which left two women for me. Somehow I ended up leaning against the wall as two of the prettiest moms, Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Osteen, rubbed their naked pussies up and down on my upper thighs, humping me, as they played with my cock and balls. I groped both of their asses and felt their tits as I took turn making out with each of them. They pushed me down onto the carpet, and Mrs. Osteen sat on my face as Mrs. Clark sat on my cock. After a period they switched places, and in due time I had both of them wailing and gyrating into orgasms.
Late into the night, I was completely spent, and was resting on the couch, when Mrs. Miles approached me. “Do you want to be with me now, Don?” She asked.
I looked at her naked body. Mrs. Miles was the one who started it all with me, and since then I’d had many fantasies about hooking up with her again. But I looked down at my cock, red and shriveled from five orgasms in one night. “I really want to, but I’m not sure if I can.”
Mrs. Miles dropped to her knees between my legs. She stroked my cock and played with my balls, and I started to grow, but just a little. She dropped her head and sucked me, and that helped some more, but not enough. Finally, my manager’s wife wrapped her big tits around my cock, thrust her chest out, and tit fucked me rapidly. That was the ticket, and after she’d gotten me plenty hard and pulsating, she lay down on the couch and pulled me down on top of her, and we fucked madly until we both came.
Late into the night, at my mom’s insistence, all of my teammates paired off with their own moms. I hadn’t been too worried about hooking up with Mom this night, because I figured that we’d have many more nights together. But as Mom and I sat on the couch and kissed and groped, I looked around and saw all of my teammates doing the same with their own mothers. Many of these guys by now had fucked their own mothers, but there were several that hadn’t that I was aware of. Now I was watching Eric pounding his mom’s fire bush, Mike fucking Mrs. Miles’s tits, and Mrs. Kreske getting banged from behind by Kyle. It wasn’t likely I’d ever see a thirteen-way incest fest again. But I had little doubt that this wouldn’t be the last sexual encounter that these sex-crazed teenagers would have with many of these sex-crazed mature women.
BY George VI