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When I was seventeen I played on a baseball team. We weren't all that good, but we had plenty of fun. One of the younger boys was the son of one of those "team mom" types: a somewhat obese woman in her early thirties who stayed home and volunteered for things like driving the team to games or hosting bake sales to fund uniforms.

This woman (her name was Cathy) was unhappily married to a man who paid her no attention, in bed or out, and she was pretty desparate to do something about the situation. Being Catholic, and a staunch one at that, she didn't just leave the guy.

Instead she developed a crush on me. I didn't know it at first and wasn't experienced enough to know what it meant, but she would spend time talking to me about things other than baseball and looked for opportunities to be more-or-less alone with me. At that age I was a tall beansprout, not super athletic and not chased by the girls (success with women would come later in life). I was more of a geek.

Her crush didn't go away, though. As time went on she got bolder and as the end of the season approached she decided to take matters more into her own hands. After one longer trip back she dropped her kid off first and then all the others. On the way to my house she stopped in a park and turned off the motor.

We chatted for a minute or two, as she asked me about girls and my experiences (I had none really). Then she told me: "I've never sat in the dark in a car like this and not had the man grab for my tits. You're such a gentleman."

Then she leaned over and kissed me.

She spent awhile teaching me to kiss her, until at last nature took over and our tongues were twirling and my lips were tracing her jawline and blowing in her ears. Finally she stopped me, saying "if we go on I won't be able to stop"

Then she drove me home. I fantasized about what I would do if I were again alone with her in the dark.

I didn't have to wait long. The following Sunday she arranged with my folks that while her husband was out fishing I should come over and help her with some lifting and lawn work.

When I arrived she was wearing a long brown, somewhat shapeless dress. She showed me into her living room and we sat on the couch. She started to kiss me and I eagerly responded. We were smooching hot and heavy for awhile when one of my hands at last wandered to her breast and tentatively squeezed it. She moaned into my mouth and put her hand for the first time on my rock hard manhood.

She felt it up and down, groping me, brushing me, teasing me. Then her hand went to my belt, my fly button, my zipper. She exposed me, pulling my briefs to the floor and kneeling before me. I thought for a moment that she was going to take me into her mouth, but she had different plans.

She looked me in the eye and asked if I had brought "protection". Uh... no. Of course I hadn't. You could see her mind clicking as she plotted her rythym, her cycle.

Meanwhile my hands were up under that skirt for the first time, feeling her creamy white thighs. Groping upwards to cup her ass. She started to kiss me again.

One hand found her panties between her legs, soaked with her desire.

"Oh! If you touch me there I'll lose my will."

I didn't stop.

She reached and pulled my hands away, reached beneath that dress and brought her soaking black panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

"Can you control it?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

"Try" she said, coming up onto the couch and sinking my meat deep into her soaking bush.

I was surrounded for the first time by a woman's love tunnel. She ground her pelvis against me, rocking back and forth, sinking me all the way in.

I was not controlling it: there was no way. I was spurting deep into her in under a minute. She had a Mona Lisa smile as she came up off of me.

"Oh! You are a naughty boy."

Being seventeen, my hard-on did not go down, though. I wrestled her to the carpet and our play continued. She teasing and caressing and finally turning on her side, and, my hands mashing her tits, gave me her ass. With her big buttocks and loose ass, I didn't know I was giving it to her from behind. I just knew that in this position things were tighter and I bucked into her wildly for sometime before I finally came.

At that point, she lept up and told me to wash myself thoroughly. While I attended to matters of cleanliness, she went into her bedroom and pulled off that stubborn brown dress. She took me by the hand and lead me to the bed, a water bed, laid back and had me mount her. I made love to her long and hard, although I never knew if she came, I did once more, deep in her pussy.

When I left I didn't see her for several weeks. Then she gave me the news: she was knocked up. Her husband knew it wasn't his, since they weren't sleeping together, but they put a brave face on it and made as if it were. So I have a daughter who calls another man "dad".

They divorced not too long afterwards, though, and how I made a son with Cathy (who calls yet another man "dad") is another story...