Perverts 'R' Us

Erotic Memories - Part 2

By Paul2LickHer ( M/f(13)/F, nosex )

I first met Kim and her mom, Melinda or Mel, when I was in my early 30 and Mel was 36. For years I had been going to girl's high school volleyball and softball games as well as outside games where you could find leagues for younger girls as well. Not really volley ball, but soft ball and soccer - mostly softball. It's easier for a single guy to "hide" at softball games than at soccer games. It's mostly families at both. But more so just family members come to watch the soccer games, so someone who's not a family member or family friend kinda stands out.

And there were not really any junior high or middle school girls' softball teams about. I use to like to watch some of younger the girls play softball at the local parks. There were leagues of various ages, but I mostly like to watch the ones that were in the 11-13 and 13-15 age groups. Oh I liked to watch the older girls too, but mostly the former two.

At first I wondered why there were leagues that had two or three divisions of girls who could either be in the 11-13 league or the 13-15 league or why one 14-year-old girl, I overheard someone commenting on her age, was in the 11-13 league. Come to find out it not only had to do with age, but size and ability as well. So that a 13-year-old that was a little bigger or stronger than average would be required to play in the 13-15 league or someone, like the 14-year-old who was a little smaller than average would be allowed to remain in the lower age league for another season. I understand that there was some complicated evaluation system in such cases. But that's not really part of this story. I just thought it kind of interesting that there were those that were so into all that.

I had never really had any luck meeting any of the girls themselves or striking up enough of a friendship with them to be able to get them alone often enough or long enough for anything to cum of it.

Though there was this one kinda flirty 14-year-old that I just knew was raging full of sexual "girl-moans" -what I call girl hormones- who I meet several times by the snack stand and would chat up a bit. But she had a too over-protective father, and a nosey little brother, for me ever to really have had the time, or to feel comfortable enough with, to try to arrange to meet her at some other time and place. But we would flirt.

However the furthest we (I) ever got with that was one time when telling her that I wished she were older so I could take her out…or home with me. To which she replied with a demure look, "Do I really have to be older"? To which I replied, "No, not really."

That brought a smile to her face and she was just about to say something else when her father called her name. There was a brief moment, a pause if you will, when I felt I could have grabbed her and given her a quick kiss before she had to run off. But, as the saying goes, he who hesitates is lost. I did and I was. Or rather she was. This was near the end of the season and I only caught her at a couple more games - none with any good opportunities to contact her again beyond a smile and wink. Both of which were returned in full measure. Damn!

But there were other benefits of going there as well. Like that pizza parlor chain that appeals to kids and families, such games are a good place to meet the moms of these girls. The difference is that, at the pizza parlor, many of the moms there, alone, with their kids are single moms. And I would hit on them and find myself quite lucky at it.

Oh yes, I have always like and gotten on well with adult women. And I would not just hit on the mom just for access to her kid. If she had was daughter I was attracted to, that would just be a bonus. But since you usually had to end up being intimate with the mother before you could have access to or be alone with the daughter, the mom had to be attractive, enough at least, as well.

And I can't tell you how many times there was an attractive, single mom I was balling with no access to very attractive daughter. Either I determined that the girls was just not up for that kind of attention, or her mom never let her be alone with me. Or anyone outside of her school or after school care. In these cases I would just have to settle for spying, when I could, on the sweet little piece as she changed or used the bathed or whatever. And use her panties to masturbate in and/or be thinking of her while I was giving her mom a good doggie-fucking while looking at the picture of her daughter she kept on her nightstand. If not that, then I'd just have to picture the daughter in my head as I shot my load into her mother. The world is not perfect, but it's good most of the time.

Anyway ... While the pizza parlor moms tended to be single, the soccer and softball moms tended to be married. Unfortunately these poor dears, and their husbands, tended to be so busy with their scheduled lives of work and games and what all else, that they didn't have time for each other romantically, with the wives feeling taken for granted most of all. Enter good ole Paul.

Basically I would "hook-up" with some of these women and relieve their feelings of being unloved or taken for granted or…stress. It was the same old story. I'd chat with them in the stands and maybe have lunch with them. Most knew they were doing something "wrong" at this point. But they couldn't help themselves. They liked the attention.

It always started out the same them progress, with varying degrees of speed to something more. I was, at first, "just a friend". Then there would be the quick, friendly, hug good-bye or peck on the cheek. Then taking a little walk and talk through the park while the game was going on (9/10 of the time night games). These were usually a bitch fest for her to vent about her busy yet mundane life. And I would provide the assurance that she was still very attractive with a great personality. And how, if I were the man in her life (her husband), I wouldn't let her be so busy, and I wouldn't be so busy, that we didn't have lots of personal time together.

However, sometimes the "sexual tension" would be so great on her part that as soon as we were out of sight of the group, and I was starting to make conversation, she would turn and kiss me full on. Friendship. Talking. Kissing. Then….. Which is kinda how it goes with the younger girls as well.

A few of them told me it made them feel like teenage girls again. Making out in the park. And of course they all provided me with a team schedule as to where and when their teams were playing. However, as I almost found out the hard way, I had to be a bit careful when it came to which teams were playing which. It almost happened that I ran into a woman I was just finishing off with (It was ending well. Just that the novelty and interest was wearing off for us both a bit. We'd still hook up. But were not as actively seeking each other out as when we first started) and one, who was a mother on the other team, I was just starting with and had already gone "off into the dark to bump nasty in the park". So I had to call her and cancel. The first one and I were friendly to each other if we came across each other at a game. But we had stopped calling to make sure each would be there.

Don't get me wrong, there was not a woman on every team or one from every game. We're only talking 8 or 9 women from when I use to do this (go to and watch those games) from over about a ten year or so period. It was kinda my fantasy to meet one of the girls and get a little something going. But as I said above, that turned out not to be all that practical.

Instead I had to settle for fixing the picture of a few of them in my mind's eye then going home and masturbating to a fantasy of them (also, note the next paragraph). In some cases the fields were such that people could park their cars near enough around it and watch the game. That provided the opportunity to leisurely play unnoticed with your cock as you watched various girls in action on the field. That was nice too.

It also made fucking their moms a bit more exciting. Most of the time, after I became good friends, with the moms, I would go over to their houses during the day (which provide me the opportunity to swipe a pair of her daughters panties from the hamper and a picture of her too to use to masturbate over) or get a motel room. But there were a few with whom I only interacted with at the games. Besides the taboo excitement of fucking with a married woman, I was doing it practically under the nose of their daughter and dozens of others at the games.

Not only were we close enough that we could we hear the sounds of the game, but a few times, when their team wasn't up, we could hear the daughter calling for her mom (no emergency or anything like that) or maybe a sibling looking for her. Sometimes mom was a few dozen yards of just talking to her friend.

But other times mom was a few dozen yards off sucking her friend's cock, or getting her pussy licked, or on her back with one pant leg off with her friend pumping between her legs, or kneeling down or leaning forward, bracing against a tree, getting it doggie style. Very exciting to be thinking I'm fucking this mom while her daughter is only some yards away playing softball and has no idea that her mom is getting fucked and it's she, the mom, who is actually the one playing with the soft balls.

But the best one of all (Well, actually, it's hard to pick a best. But this was right up there), was a gal who I would indeed go over to her house on occasion during the day. But who really didn't go for doing it in the park. Even if I had a blanket for us to lie on. But she would do it in her minivan. And sometimes that was parked around the field, and a bit of to the side, so you could see the play as I mentioned above.

You could still clearly see the players. But between the window tinting and the glare from the field lights you could barely see into the front of the van. And you really couldn't see the rear area at all. And that where we'd be. The basic result was that I could fuck her (her sitting on me either facing forward or backward), or she could be sucking on my highly-erect penis, while I was watching the girls, especially her daughter, on the field. VERY exciting indeed.

And that is how I met Kim's mom, Melinda. The thing that made her different from most of the other moms was that she was a single mother with only the one daughter. When I met her she was 36 and Kim was 12, nearly 13. And that is where Part 3 will begin.

End of Part 2

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