Baseball Mom by The Shortstop
Part 1
One month before my eighth-grade graduation my father announced he was
leaving with another woman to start his own law firm in Boston. Just
like that, while I was eating Cheerio at the breakfast table.
I met his girlfriend at the airport the day he left. She
looked really old and was maybe a quarter as pretty as Mom and a lot
heavier. I couldn't figure how anyone could leave someone as beautiful
as my mother, especially for some old lady. I guess she must have been
really loaded.
I took Dad's leaving in stride; for one thing I hardly knew
him. He spent 12 hours a day at the office and usually went in on
weekends. I was mostly worried about Mom. I knew she worshiped him
and would blamed herself for his leaving.
During the 15 years of their marriage Mom had stayed home and
taken care of me. She married Dad two months after she graduated high
school and I came along less than a year later. Outside of
baby-sitting she had no work experience; she went from being a high
school student to being a housewife and mother.
For whatever his reasons, Dad just wanted to get out and so he rushed
the divorce proceedings through. He wasn't interested in contesting
anything so when what little divorce dust had settled Mom ended up
with me, the house, the van and a wad of cash every month. Before Dad
left he got Mom a job as a secretary through one of his friends at a
competing law office.
We lived in a small two-story detached house at the back of a small
dead-end street on the outskirts of the city. My room was directly
above my parent's and in the weeks after Dad left I could hear Mom's
sobs coming up through the heating vent. I had spent countless hours
kneeling next to the grate, fascinated by the words and sounds that
came up to my bedroom. In terms of sex, my parents were into
everything; I would listen to Dad spank Mom while she begged him to
fuck her. He would call her dirty names while upstairs I shot my semen
all over the wall.
I really felt bad hearing Mom cry but there was nothing I
could do.
After graduation I had the whole summer to myself. I
wanted to work part-time but Mom wouldn't let me. She said with her
job and the money Dad was sending we were doing OK and next week I
would get a bigger allowance. I knew we weren't hurting; the house had
been a wedding gift from Mom's parents and Dad had paid cash for the
van.
So I played baseball during the day and hung out with friends
at night. I was a good kid; I got along with nearly everybody and knew
when to avoid trouble. My parents had always let me come and go as I
pleased and I made sure not to jeopardize that freedom. Most of the
guys I hung out were friends that lived in the neighborhood and had
been over my house a million times. Marcus King, who lived three
blocks over, was also on the school's baseball team and had been my
best friend since first grade.
One night I was upstairs in my room when I heard a noise
coming up through the vent. I turned down the TV and put my ear to the
grate. I could hear Mom moaning and at first I thought Dad had come
back but the only noise I could hear was her heavy breathing and
moaning. I pulled down my pants and took out my cock. Knowing my
mother was playing with herself made me shoot right away. A few
seconds later I heard a small sharp cry from the vent and the heavy
breathing slowly
subsided.
After she left for work the next day I went into her bedroom
and started looking through her things. Her dresser was full of
sweaters and T-shirts and underwear. I picked up a bra and ran my
fingers over the small cups. I held a pair of white panties with
little red hearts to my nose and breathed in the clean scent of fabric
softener. I carefully laid the panties and bras back down and shut the
drawers.
Her closet was full of cotton summer dresses that Dad had picked out
for her. Mom looked cute and sweet in those style of dresses with her
slim build, pretty peaches-and-cream face and shoulder-length blond
hair. In the corner of the closet I found a filebox sealed with
masking tape. I pulled it out and brought it into the kitchen. I
peeled the tape off and opened the lid. Inside were a few thick
envelopes rubber-banded together along with a small shoe box. I opened
the top envelope and saw that they were Polaroids of Mom and Dad
having sex. One showed Mom with her mouth over Dad's penis; the flash
making her face bright white. I couldn't believe the size of his cock;
it totally stretched her mouth. The next envelope contained pictures
of Mom tied to the bed with different objects sticking in her vagina
and anus. I opened the bottom envelope and pulled out a picture; a
close up of Mom's face, heavily splashed with semen. I slipped that
one into my back pocket and slowly shuffled through the rest of the
stack. There was a picture of Mom with clothespins on her nipples and
another with her with licking semen out of her hands. Another picture
showed her smiling her happiest-girl-in-the-world smile while she
stood with one leg up on the bed, semen leaking from her vagina in a
big stream. I wrapped the pictures back up and took out the shoe box.
Inside were a pair of leather handcuffs, a rather large rubber dildo,
a leather dog collar and some lubricant in a small plastic bottle.
I carefully put everything back and got the masking tape out
of the kitchen drawer and sealed the box back up. I put it back in the
closet and went upstairs to my bedroom and dropped my pants. I held
the Polaroid in one hand and worked my cock with the other. Mom's
pretty little come-soaked face made me come in seconds.
One evening a few days later a strange thing happened. As I was
taking a shower in the downstairs bathroom-my bathroom upstairs had a
bathtub and I hated baths-there was a knock on the door and before I
could say anything, Mom came in. "Sorry honey, I really really have to
pee." The shower doors were clear glass and I watched as she pulled
her panties down and hitched up her dress. I could see her little
patch of blond pubic hair nestled between her legs. She sat down and,
smiled at me. My cock started turning hard and I had to turn away from
the glass so she couldn't see it. She finished peeing and dabbed
herself with a piece of toilet paper. She pulled her panties back on
and closed the lid. "Honey, could you please flush this when you're
done?" I embarrassingly mumbled OK, struggling to keep my erect dick
out of sight. She left through the door that opened to her bedroom and
I quickly finished showering. I put on my pajamas, brushed my teeth
and lifted up the toilet seat to pee. I had to kneel and push my cock
down into the bowl it was so stiff. My pee mingled with Mom's and I
pulled the handle.
When I came out Mom had already gone to bed; a good thing
since my dick was still hard in my pajamas. I went upstairs and put my
ear to the vent. I could hear her moaning as I pulled out my stiff
dick. I started to jack off and the moaning stopped. I was about to
move to the bed to finish when Mom knocked on the door and walked in.
"Honey, I need to talk to you..."
I quickly pulled up my pajamas.
"Ryan, what are you doing?"
"Nothing," I answered, but my hard cock was very obvious
in my pajamas.
"Come here," she said motioning to the bed. I walked over and
sat next to her, my head hung in embarrassment. She had on a light
blue terry-cloth robe wrapped with a belt around the waist. "Look I
know what you were doing and it's OK. Everybody does it, it's
perfectly natural. I don't want you to be embarrassed, OK?"
I was mortified that she had caught me jacking off; I couldn't
talk, so I just nodded.
"Listen Ryan, I want to talk to you about a couple of things. The
first is this." She pulled a small white square out of her bathrobe
pocket and my heart stopped. I had forgotten to take the picture out
of my jeans before giving them to her for the wash! How could I so
stupid to have forgotten about that picture! I had pulled out it out
of my pocket every ten minutes for the last three days. How could I
forget to take it out before I had them washed? I felt my cheeks blush
bright red and I stared at the Polaroid. "If you want to look at these
pictures it's OK with me Ryan, just don't do it sneaking around all
right? I want you to be able to talk to me about anything. OK honey?"
I couldn't look at her, I just stared at her come covered face
in the picture and nodded.
"There's one other thing I have to tell you Ryan. It's about
my job. When your father left one of the things we lost was health
insurance. It's something we cannot do without and so your father
worked out a deal that gave me the job with Mr. Freusen. But I'm not
really just his secretary, I'm sort of his mistress also."
Holy shit! Mr. Freusen had been over to our house a few times
for dinner and drinks and I had always thought he was a nice enough
guy; a lot better than some of Dad's other lawyer friends. He was
losing his hair and putting on the pounds but he looked Ok. I never
met his wife or his two kids, who were way older than me.
"You have sex with him?" I stammered out.
"Well, sort of, yes, I'm sorry Ryan, I just don't want to keep a lie
going between us "
She got up, kissed me on the forehead and handed me back the
Polaroid. "Sorry I interrupted you," she smiled as she closed the
door.
I was the shortstop on my elementary school's baseball team and had an
excellent chance of being the starter on the varsity baseball team in
my freshman year in the fall. Marcus and I spent every day playing and
practicing and talking about getting into St. Gilles. At dinner time I
would come home, shower, eat then go hang out with friends. About a
week after the Polaroid/Freusen talk I came in around six on a very
warm Friday evening to find Mom standing at the stove wearing one of
Dad's old white dress shirts and a pair of silk boxers she had given
him for Christmas. I couldn't believe how incredibly pretty she was.
God she had beautiful legs. She poured me a bowl of soup and wandered
off to the living room, a wine glass and bottle in tow.
My cock was rock hard as I pulled the shower door open. I turned
the
hot tap down a little and wet my hair. As I was squeezing the bottle
of shampoo into my hand the bathroom door opened. I looked over as Mom
came in and sat down on the toilet lid, the wine glass in her hand.
I watched as she got up off the toilet and hooked her fingers around
the waistband of the boxers and pushed them down her bare legs. She
pulled the toilet lid up and sat down and peed. After patting herself
with toilet paper she kicked her boxers at the dirty clothes basket.
I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and finished showering but
I was afraid to get out. I felt very self-conscience being naked in
front of her, especially with a hard-on. Mom shakily stood up and
picked up a towel. I put my hand over the top of the door, assuming
she would hand it to me. Instead she pulled open the door and waited
for me to come out. There was nowhere else to go so I stepped out, my
red, engorged cock leading the way.
She ignored my obvious erection and started drying my hair,
then moved on to my back and ass. When she finished she had me lift
my hands up so she could dry under my arms and chest. I felt four
years old. "OK turn around," she said, sinking to her knees. She
rubbed the towel over my stomach. I held my breath. Slowly she put the
towel to my balls and made a circular motion with a corner of the
cloth, lightly caressing each testicle. "You have a very nice boy
Ryan, just like your father." When I was little that's what she called
it: my little "boy." When I had asked her what she had she told me she
had a "girl." I can't remember if I asked to see her "girl" back then
but I know she had never showed it to me.
"Look how excited you are," she said as she dappled at the drop of
precome on the head. Looking down her shirt I could see the swell of
her small breasts. I pushed my hips out as far as they could go, more
precome streaming out of my cock. I was scared; I desperately wanted
her to put it in her mouth but I was afraid to say anything. She
started to move like she was going to stand up and I panicked.
"Do you want to suck it?" I whispered.
She looked up at me and I held my breath.
"Oh honey, do you want me to?"
Before I could say anything she planted a kiss under my balls.
I watched as she took one, then tried in vain to take my other
testicle into her mouth. She gazed up at me and ran her tongue under
my
penis. She kissed the head, digging her tongue into the hole then
began taking it slowly down her throat. I watched as her lips moved
down the length of my pole until they reached bottom. I couldn't
believe how good it felt. I looked down at her neck and I could see
the bulge in her throat. She slowly withdrew, leaving my penis covered
with her saliva. She cupped my balls in her hand and started back down
on my rod. I looked down at her mouth over my penis and I couldn't
hold back. I moaned and jerked forward as hot come streamed out of my
cock and into her mouth. She went down all the way on me, one hand
clutching hard into my ass and the other milking my swollen testicles.
Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my cock as I emptied my load
into her stomach. She kept my penis in her mouth until it was soft
and when she released it a stream of semen leaked down her chin.
I couldn't believe what I'd just done.
She picked up a towel and wiped her mouth then rubbed it over my
deflating penis. I was so nervous I was shaking and I quickly pulled
my underwear on. I was afraid to say anything or look her in the face.
"Come with me," she said, burying her head in my chest. I felt
something wet on my skin and realized she was crying.
Following her into the bedroom I watched as she unbuttoned her
shirt and threw it over a chair. She had small perfect breasts; each
nipple a little pink raisin. I looked down at the small patch of light
blond hair between her legs and felt my cock stir.
Mom slid to the middle of the bed and I just stood there,
staring at her beautiful naked body.
"Come here Ryan, lie down next to me."
I got in bed with her and we both immediately turned towards each
other. She had stopped weeping but her face was still wet with tears.
I looked into her pretty blue eyes and she lightly kissed me on the
lips.
Her hand slowly traced its way down my chest and over the lump in my
boxers.
"Have you ever put your boy inside a girl?" she whispered.
"No," I told her, my lowered voice matching her's. Her hand squeezed
my erect cock.
"Have you ever let a girl take it in her mouth?"
"Yes," I told her. "With Julie."
"Marcus' sister?"
"Yea, she lets him have sex with her and sometimes she sucks me."
"She lets her brother put his boy in her?"
"Uh, huh."
"Does she swallow your stuff when you come?"
"No, she spits it out. She says it tastes kinda gross."
"Catherine told me when Marcus was eight his boy was almost as big as
his father's. Have you ever seen it?"
"Yea, it's really big. Julie measured it last month and it was nine
and a three quarter inches. Mine's only six and a half."
"Oh honey, your boy is big and strong and very beautiful." She reached
down and gave my cock a firm squeeze. My nervousness was fast
disappearing.
"How about Mr. Freusen?" I asked. "Do you let him put it in your
mouth?"
"Yes, Honey, I do."
"Do you swallow what comes out?"
"Yes."
"Do you let him put it inside you?"
"No, he doesn't do that with me. I only use my mouth on him."
She leaned in and kissed me again.
"Ryan," she whispered, moving her mouth to my ear, "would you like to
put your boy inside me?"
I kept still as Mom sat up and pulled off my boxers. The head
of my dick was covered in pre-come and she bent down and licked it
off.
She knelt down over my penis and guided it towards her opening then
rubbed the head up and down the slit. She guided it inside her wet
hole and lowly sank down. She leaned back and closed her eyes and
rocked back and forth on my stiff dick. I couldn't believe how good it
felt.
"I'm no longer a virgin," I thought.
"Oh Ryan, your boy feels so good inside me."
I looked up at her beautiful face and she smiled and guided my hands
to her breasts. I gently squeezed them while she continued to rock
back and forth over my hard cock.
"Oh Ryan, that feels so good."
Suddenly I felt her pussy contracting very rapidly
around my cock. She threw her head back and thrust her chest out, her
breath coming out in short hard bursts. She moaned really low and I
could see that she had started crying again. Suddenly she went limp
and
rested her head next to mine. She stayed like that for a long time,
her breath slowly coming back to normal, my cock still hard in her
pussy. Finally she got off and rolled over and cuddled up next to me.
I turned to face her and she kissed me. Our mouths parted and our
tongues intertwined. She ran her hands over my ass and reached down
and stroked my cock.
"How come you're crying?" I asked, worried that it was a bad
sign.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey; sometimes it just happens" she whispered.
"Would you like me to suck your boy again?" My legs were gently
trembling and I nodded and watched as she began running her tongue up
and down the side of my cock. She licked up the bead of pre-come and
began sucking on the head. She gripped the shaft with one hand and
squeezed another drop of pre-come out the hole. She looked up at me
and smiled. She took my cock deep in her throat and started making
little moaning noises. I could feel the pressure building in my balls
and I couldn't hold back and quickly shot my semen into her mouth. She
wasn't expecting an ejaculate so soon and immediately pulled her head
off and coughed the come out of her throat. When she had recovered she
licked off the remaining come off my cock then snuggled up next to me.
Her finger began probing my belly button and soon her hand was on my
shriveled cock. She wrapped her hand around it and rubbed her thumb
gently over the head. My cock began to rise again and I could feel it
grow in her hand. She let go of it and ran her hand over my ass,
squeezing large chunks of muscle. By the time her hand found my cock
again it was rock hard. Slowly she began to stroke it. I could feel
her tongue running over the back of my neck. I rolled over to face her
and she immediately put her mouth on mine.
Her warm tongue entered my mouth and begin probing around. I
was in ecstasy. I couldn't believe how good it felt. She reached down
with both hands and began rubbing my cock again. I danced my tongue
over her's, my head filled with her perfume. Suddenly I came again,
splashing a dribbling line of semen over her belly. She scraped it up
in her fingers and licked it off with her tongue. She returned her
hands to my shrinking cock and we continued kissing. I could taste the
musk of my come in her mouth.
For the next fifteen minutes we kissed and explored each
other's bodies with our hands. When our kisses broke Mom would whisper
in my ear how beautiful my body was and how my boy was so big and how
good I felt next to her. I reached down very tentatively between her
legs and felt the soft hair of her pussy. She spread her legs open and
I rubbed my finger up and down the length of her slit. Just then the
phone rang.
"It's probably Marcus" I told her, as I continued to feel her
wet slit.
"He's your best friend, honey, you should answer it." I reached over
and picked up the phone and indeed it was Marcus. His parents had gone
out for the evening leaving him and Julie home and he wanted me to
come over and hang out. I really wanted to stay in bed and explore
Mom's body but when she caught the gist of the conversation she
quietly told me to go out and have fun. After I hung up I returned to
kissing Mom and putting my hand between her legs.
"When you come home will you sleep with me?" she asked.
In answer I bent my head down and kissed her breast. I rolled her
nipple between my teeth and slipped my hands up her back and grabbed
hold of her shoulders. I quickly learned that Mom's nipples were
directly wired to her cunt. As I sucked and lightly bit her nipple she
put her hand between her legs and began playing with herself. Soon she
was moaning and I switched over to her other breast and put one hand
on the tit I had just finished sucking. I squeezed the nipple
forcefully and Mom began bucking up and down and she breathed very
hard as she grabbed my ass with her free hand and dug her fingernails
into my flesh.
"Oh baby, I'm coming," she groaned as her chest and face flushed
a
bright crimson. I could smell the musty odor of her pussy as she
wrapped her arm tightly around me. After a couple of minutes her
breathing returned to normal and I kissed her and got up and went into
the bathroom to rinse off. I dressed and walked back into the bedroom
and knelt down next to the bed. Again I kissed her breasts, this time
very lightly. I put my mouth to her ear and whispered I love you. By
the time I got up to leave my cock was hard again.
Baseball Mom by The Shortstop
Part Two
Joe and Catherine King's house was a monster three-story affair that
bordered on being a small mansion. It was certainly the biggest house
I'd ever been in. Mr. King was an investment guru with his own company
and his wife spent her days doing volunteer work for numerous
charities. They were minor players on the social scene and while they
got along fine in public, they hadn't slept in the same bed together
since Julie was born. They had a tacit agreement about sleeping with
other people as long as they didn't bring anyone home. Mr. King had
been screwing one of the receptionists in the company for quite some
time while Mrs. King had had a series of short affairs. They both
drank moderately heavy and always used taxis when they went out for
the evening on account of a couple of DUI's.
Catherine King had a nickname: CQ, which to everybody else
stood for Charity Queen, a name she was proud of, but to Marcus, Julie
and me it stood for Cock Queen. She had fucked just about every male
she had come in contact with, from the gardener to the brother of the
lady who did her hair. Although she had never made a pass at me she
openly flirted whenever the two of us were alone. I can't count the
number of times I had "accidentally" seen her tits or pussy when the
robe she wore around the house just happened to open. She was actually
a rather attractive woman for 45 and was always very nice towards me.
Marcus and Julie's bedrooms were on the third floor and were separated
by a large bathroom that they both shared. The parents had separate
bedrooms on the second floor and their live-in maid, Rosa, had a room
off of the kitchen on the first floor, with its own private entrance.
Julie was a year and a half younger than both Marcus and myself and
would be going into eight grade in the fall. Her tits were small but
nicely developed and she already had a good crop of hair covering her
pussy. She was totally in love with her brother and fucked him every
day. I was there the night he had taken her virginity, five months
ago. I wanted to fuck her too but she wouldn't let me but she did give
me head and from that day on I had gotten numerous blowjobs from her.
Julie was on the phone in her room we I got there and so Marcus and I
just sat around and talked, mostly about baseball. We knew we'd be
starters on the varsity baseball team of the high school we had
applied to. Marcus was a catcher with an awesome arm and good power at
the plate. We both dreamed of playing in the majors some day and
played and practiced just about every chance we got.
We ended up watching TV for almost two hours while waiting for Julie
to get off the phone. Finally she came in as the nightly news was
coming on. She was a thin girl with light brown hair and braces on her
teeth. She was wearing blue jeans and a cropped white tee shirt that
showed off her navel.
"Hey Ryan," she grinned at me, showing a mouthful of metal.
Marcus walked up behind her and rubbed her ass with his hand. He
unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. She wasn't
wearing any underwear. She stepped out of her jeans and Marcus grabbed
her around the waist. He rubbed his crotch against her bare ass while
Julie stood there locked in his embrace. Her skinny legs parted as he
reached around and began rubbing his sister's pussy with one hand
while the other went under her shirt and kneaded her 12 year-old
breasts. He walked her over to the bed and bent her over the edge, her
skinny little round white ass sticking up.
"Do you want it?" he asked, unzipping his pants and taking out
his giant prick and rubbing it down the crack of her ass.
"Hmmm maybe," she answered, looking over and smiling at me.
Marcus spread Julie's asscheeks and rubbed the big swollen head over
her pussy and asshole. She lay with her stomach on the bed and her
feet on the floor, still wearing her tee shirt. Marcus pointed his
huge cock into her soft fold of flesh and pushed in deep into his
sister's vagina. My own cock was rock hard in anticipation, even
though I had already come three times in the last couple of hours.
Marcus began pumping his sister's pussy with long strokes and
I watched as he grabbed her tee shirt in one hand and rested the other
over the top of her ass. I couldn't believe that his monster cock
could fit into Julie's tiny pussy.
"Do you like it?" he asked, slapping her tiny ass with his hand.
Before she could answer Marcus pulled out and shot a long line of
semen over her shirt. Three or four more spurts shot out on her back
and dribbled down the crack of her ass. He wiped his cock on her shirt
and stuffed it back in his pants. "Of course I like it," Julie said as
she picked up her jeans and disappeared into the bathroom. Ten minutes
later she came back wearing a long nightshirt, a wad of crumpled up
toilet paper in her hand.
She knelt down in front of me and I undid the buttons of my fly and
pulled out my stiff boy. Julie immediately took it in her mouth and
began giving me head. I looked down her shirt but it was too close to
her body for me to see her tits. Her tongue swirled around the head of
my cock and I ran my fingers through her hair.
"Shit, taxis here," Marcus said, standing by the window that looked
out onto the front driveway. Julie quickened her pace and when Marcus
said they were coming in the front door I shot my load into her mouth.
She spit my come into the wad of toilet paper and stood up. She gave
me a kiss on the cheek. "Not very much tonight Ryan," she whispered
then disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and her
bedroom door close.
"They're home pretty early," Marcus said as we walked down the two
flights of stairs.
"Well, hello Ryan, how are you doing?"
"Just fine, Mrs. King, thank you."
"How's your mom's new job working out?"
"I think she likes it a lot."
I nodded at Mr. King and followed Marcus to the front door. I told him
I would be at the park at ten so that we could get an hour of practice
in before our game.
Mom was asleep when I got home and I quietly undressed in the
bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I considered
sleeping in my underwear but I had liked the way my skin felt next to
Mom's so I pulled them off and gently slipped in beside her. She was
sleeping on her side and I got in behind her and snuggled up next to
her. She reached over and ran her hand along my side. I kissed her
behind her ear.
"Did Julie suck your boy?" she asked, sleepily.
"Yes," I whispered as I cupped a breast in my hand.
"Lucky her," she replied, turning around and planting a kiss
on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and with a raging hard on, I
fell asleep.
I kept waking up during the night; I wasn't used to someone
else sleeping with me. At six I got up and peed and brushed my teeth
and crawled back into bed and snuggled up to Mom's warm body.
When I woke up at nine she wasn't in bed but I could hear the hair
dryer buzzing in the bathroom. As was usual in the morning, my dick
was stiff under the sheet. The hair dryer went silent and when she
walked into the bedroom an electric bolt went straight from my heart
to my cock; she was wearing a little white floral-patterned sundress,
its hem at just past mid-thigh. It tucked in a bit for her waist then
flared out where it covered her petite breasts. It clung beautifully
to her body and was set off by red sneakers with no socks. Her blond
hair fell neatly to her shoulders and on her mouth was cherry-red
lipstick. She stood before me and lifted the front of her dress up to
her stomach, exposing her little girl.
I moved to the edge of the bed and put my feet on the floor;
my cock sticking straight up. Mom, with her dress still pulled up came
over and knelt down on the bed. She guided my erection into her soft
vagina and I buried my face between her breasts and we slowly rocked
back and forth; Mom whispering in my ear how wonderful it felt to have
me inside her.
I reached under her dress and wrapped my arms around her waist
and kissed the tops of her breasts; her perfume making me dizzy. We
embraced together on the edge of the bed until I felt my orgasm
rushing up. I clutched Mom's ass as wave after wave of my semen gushed
into her.
We stayed entwined in our embrace as Mom began kissing me and
suddenly I had a thought: "Mom," I whispered, breaking off the kiss,
"what about, umm what about you getting pregnant?" She smiled at me
and lifted the front of her dress up and pointed to a barely visible
white line on her stomach.
"After you were born your father didn't want any more children
so I had my fallopian tubes tied."
I traced the line with my finger and when I looked up she was
crying. She started sobbing and then the tears came pouring out. I put
my arms around her and pulled her close to me; my cock still buried in
her vagina. I held her tight while she continued crying and when her
sobbing lessened I loosened my embrace and took her head in my hands.
Her tears had mingled with her mascara and formed little dark tracks
down her cheeks. Then I lost it. A wave of passion washed over me and
I felt my cock go instantly erect. I reached one hand under her dress
and clutched her ass and put the other behind her head and pulled her
hard to me. I could taste her tears as I ravished her mouth. She
started grinding her hips into me and I let go of her ass and released
her head and grabbed her dress where it went over her bare shoulders.
I pulled it apart as hard as I could and the fabric split down the
middle, exposing her breasts. Caught up in my passion Mom began
gyrating hard on my impaled cock. I ripped her dress again until it
tore in two and fell to the floor. Mom's breathing started getting
deeper and I hugged her naked body to mine. I grabbed her ass with
both hands and rubbed her hips back and forth over my crotch. Her
breath started coming in short bursts as I continued to grind her
pussy against me. Suddenly she threw her head back and I could feel
the contractions around my cock. I grabbed a breast with one hand and
squeezed her nipple hard; tears streaming down her face.
She collapsed against my chest and I pulled her legs behind me
and she wrapped them around my waist. Her breathing was still heavy
and her breasts and upper chest and neck were flushed.
I held her tightly to me as her breathing slowly returned to
normal.
"Oh, Ryan," she sniffed, then kissed me full on the mouth. Our tongues
intertwined and I pulled her to me as tight as I could. We stayed
locked in our kiss for close to five minutes and again she slowly
started rocking on my still-hard cock.
"I must look like a mess," she said, breaking off the kiss.
"You look beautiful Mom," I told her. "I'm sorry about your dress. I
guess I just went a little crazy for a minute."
"It's all right honey; you father tore more than a few of my dresses
off. I guess it's something you inherited from him. It was pretty
exciting, though." She smiled as she said this and I gave her a
playful slap on her ass and a kiss on her sweet mouth. She continued
to push her hips into mine and suddenly she pushed me down on the bed
and started pumping her bottom up and down on my cock. She licked my
neck and lightly bit my earlobe and then almost without warning I
came. I could feel at least two lines of come shoot out of my cock
into Mom's girl. She continued to keep her rhythmic humping as I
emptied my balls into her for the second time in just a few minutes.
She slowly lifted herself off my softened cock and as the head slipped
out a gush of semen followed. "Let me get a towel honey," she said as
she turned around and walked into the bathroom. I could see a line of
come running down the back of her thigh; her ass was small and round.
I heard the tap turn on and off and she walked back in and I sat up
and she wiped off my cock and balls. When she had finished she rubbed
the wet cloth over her pussy and down her legs. I pulled her towards
me and nuzzled her small breasts. I kissed each nipple and hugged her
tightly to me, my hands cupping her ass. She caressed the back of my
head and rubbed my hair.
"What time is your game, honey?"
"I told Marcus I'd meet him at 10 for practice." I bent my head around
her body and looked at the alarm clock on her dresser. I had 20
minutes.
"Are you going to go shopping today?" I asked, standing up and hugging
her to me.
"I have to go to the supermarket. Is there anything you want?"
"I think we need some more soda," I said, picking up the ripped dress
off of the floor and handing it to her.
"Thanks a lot," she said, smiling in mock displeasure.
I went upstairs and put on my uniform and stuffed my equipment in my
gym bag. When I came downstairs Mom was in the bedroom slipping into
another dress. It was almost identical to the one I had ripped except
it was a solid blue color. I put my bag down and approached her.
"Oh no, stay away from me," she said, laughing, her arms hugging the
dress. "You're a beast."
I grabbed her and threw her on the bed and jumped on top of her, my
dick getting hard again. I kissed her and rubbed my face along her
neck. "I love you," I whispered in her ear and she put her arms around
me and whispered back, "I hope you win."
It took all my concentration to keep my dick from getting hard
during the game. I did my best not to think of Mom and I was never so
happy to have a game end. As soon as we recorded the final out I
pulled my jersey out of my pants and my cock was erect in seconds.
There was a Reds-Dodgers game on TV and the twins, Jon and Kirk, told
Marcus they'd meet us at 7:30 to watch it on the King's big screen
television.
When I got home the van was parked in the driveway. I dropped
my bag at the foot of the stairs and went into the kitchen. Mom was at
the sink peeling potatoes.
"Hi, honey, did you win?"
I nodded and came up behind her and gave her a hug, my cock pushing
into her ass. She turned around and smiled and gave me a kiss and
again I pushed my erection into her.
"What do we have here?" she laughed, giving my cock a squeeze.
She undid my belt and pushed my pants down to my knees. She pulled my
cock out of my jockstrap and ran her hand up and down its length. I
kissed her passionately and hugged her to me.
"Oh, honey, you are really excited."
I cupped her ass in my hands as we continued to kiss, her hand still
stroking my erection. "Oh, Ryan," she breathed into my ear, "put it in
me please." Letting go of my cock she turned around and gripped the
edge of the sink. I lifted up her dress and pulled down her panties;
they were the ones with the red hearts that I had sniffed not long
ago. I put my cock between her legs and I felt her hand guide me into
her soft little girl. I grabbed her around the waist and began fucking
her.
"Oh, Ryan, that feels so good oh your boy feels so good inside
me." I reached up and cupped a breast through he material of her dress
and Mom took my hand and brought it to her mouth and started sucking
on my finger. I continued to pump away and just as Mom started moaning
I came. I could feel my semen pouring into her as she pressed her ass
into my crotch. My knees buckled and I had to grab the sink to keep
from falling.
I pulled my cock out and stood there breathing hard as Mom
smoothed her dress back down. Suddenly I heard the noise of trapped
air and semen gurgling out of her pussy, a noise I had heard from
Julie's pussy a few times. I hugged Mom and kissed her and she told me
how good it felt to have me inside her. More gurgling erupted from
underneath her dress. "I wish I could last longer," I told her,
ignoring the noise. "It seems like I just get started and it's over."
"Oh, honey, you did fine," she replied and nonchalantly
reached down and squeezed the last bit of come out of my cock and put
it in her mouth. She grabbed a paper towel and lifted her dress and
wiped off her pussy.
"I need to take a shower," I said.
"Can I join you?"
In reply I held her head in my hands and kissed her hard; the taste of
my come and her perfume filling my head.
Mom got in the shower while I peed and when I opened the door
to join her she pulled me in by my cock. We embraced under the warm
water and kissed, squirting water back and forth in each other's
mouths. Mom picked up the soap and began washing me. She started on my
chest and worked her way down to my stomach then my cock. "I can't
believe you're hard again after just coming," she said, massaging my
balls. She turned me around and washed my back then slid her hand down
the crack of my ass. I felt her finger on my asshole and she reached
around and again began stroking my cock, the soap acting as a
lubricant. "Oh, Mom I'm gonna come oh Mom I'm coming " She continued
to stroke me as the semen just sort of seeped out of my cock and into
her hand. "You're amazing," she said as she bit my earlobe, then
handed me the soap: "Your turn,"
Turning her around I started out soaping her little breasts
then rubbed the bar across her pubic hair, forming a nice bit of
lather. I ran both hands down the front of her legs as far as I could
then moved back up to her pussy and ran my finger up and down her
slit. I slowly entered her with my finger and she gave out a low gasp.
She took my hand and put my finger near the top of the slit and made a
circular motion. I continued rubbing in that one spot and using my
other hand I fondled her left breast and rolled her nipple between my
fingers. Soon she was making those low hard breathing noises and I
kissed her behind her ear.
"Oh, Ryan, honey, you're going to make me come " She turned her head
and kissed my mouth and started pushing her pelvis into my crotch.
"Oh, honey oh honey oh Ryan " I kept rubbing her pussy and her
breathing got very heavy then suddenly she let out a loud moan and
immediately pulled my hand off her pussy. I wrapped both hands around
her and held her close to me until her breathing calmed down. Picking
up the soap I turned her around again so she was facing me. I kissed
her lips then rubbed the soap over her back and down her ass. When I
put me finger on her asshole she shuddered and spread her legs a
little wider. I continued to wash her ass then knelt down and did her
legs and feet, the warm water splashing over my head.
Rinsing off the remaining soap we stepped out of the shower. I
picked up two towels and handed her one and we dried each other off.
Throwing the wet towels over the door of the shower I hugged her to
me.
"Mom," I whispered in her ear, "can I kiss your girl?"
"Oh, honey, of course you can. Come here."
She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Sitting down on
the edge of the bed she leaned back with her arms supporting her. She
drew her legs up and spread them open, her feet resting on the edge of
the mattress. I knelt down and looked right at her pussy; the soft
blond hair still wet from the shower.
"Have you kissed Julie's girl?" she asked. I told her no.
Putting her weight on one hand she began showing me all her parts; the
little hole where she peed and where her clitoris was. Her outer lips
matched each other like a clamshell and her inner lips were very
small. Showing me where to lick she soon was writhing on the bed. Her
smell was light and musty and in minutes my face was covered in her
moisture. She coached me where and when to suck and lick and kiss and
I stayed with my face between her legs for what must have been close
to an hour. When she got close to coming her hips would buck and I had
to really grip them to keep my tongue on her clit. She came four times
and I found that after she comes her clit gets really sensitive and
can't stand being touched for a while.
After her forth orgasm she pulled me up and we sat facing each
other on the bed with our legs entwined around each other. We talked
and kissed and she slowly stroked my cock while I rubbed my hands
along her hips.
"I really liked kissing your girl," I told her.
"Well, I really liked having you kiss her," she replied, her
hands gently massaging my balls. "And you know what else I really
like? Feeling your boy inside me." With that she knelt up and guided
my cock into her vagina then slowly sank back down on me and when it
was buried to the hilt I pulled her legs back behind me.
"Ryan," she said as we slowly rocked back and forth on the bed, our
bodies pressed close together, "there is something I want you to
promise me." I leaned back and looked into her eyes and she said, "I
want you to promise me that when you make love that you'll always use
a condom. Will you promise me that?"
"Except for you?"
"Except for me, will you promise?"
"I promise." With that she kissed me and told me she loved me. "I
bought a box of condoms at the store today so if you ever need one
you'll have one."
"But I don't want to make love to anyone but you, Mom."
"No, Ryan," she said. I'm your mother, I'm not your girlfriend. I want
you to go out and date and have a girlfriend and all that, OK? We can
make love anytime you want but I still want you to go out with other
girls. OK?"
"Well when I find one, I guess," I said.
"Oh I think they'll find you, honey" Kissing me she started crying
again.
Through her tears she whispered, "Make love to me honey, please."
We stayed locked together for another hour, kissing and talking. Mom
said she really missed Dad but that she was doing OK and her job was
going well and she was happy that I liked making love to her. I told
her I was glad she had come into the bathroom the night before and
dried me off.
"I hope this doesn't cause you any problems, honey. I know that it's
not normal and if you want to stop I will. I really don't know why I
did it but and you know that you mustn't mention it to anybody."
"I know," I told her. "I won't. And I don't want to stop ever.
Smiling, Mom kissed me on the forehead then rolled me down on my back,
my cock firmly in her pussy. I reached up and felt her breasts while
she caressed my face with her hands. "You are so beautiful, Mom," I
told her. She slowly knelt up, disengaging my cock from her pussy.
Swinging leg over me she backed up her ass until it was over my face.
She slowly lowered it down and I grabbed her ass cheeks and began to
lick her pussy and I felt her mouth engulf my cock. It only took a few
moments with her mouth on me before I came again. I clutched her ass
and brought her pussy down hard against my face as my semen shot down
her throat. She left my cock in her mouth until it was soft then she
turned around and lay next to me. I kissed her and we fell asleep.
An hour later we awoke and Mom slipped into her robe and I went
upstairs to get dressed.
Julie was walking down the driveway when I arrived. She had on
jeans and a black T-shirt with the faded logo of some 80's heavy metal
band. "Be careful, she warned me, "the CQ around four cocks is asking
for trouble." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said she'd see
me in a couple of hours. Her drugstore perfume smelled both cheap and
exciting.
Jon and Kirk were in the living room with Marcus when I came
in and Rosa had set out a plate of sandwiches and sodas. On Saturday
nights the Kings played bridge with a married couple they had known a
long time and each week they switched houses and tonight they were
here, playing in the den on the second floor.
Jon and Kirk were fraternal twins who pitched on our team.
They would both be going to Washington High, or the Wash as we called
it, in the fall. The Wash was the local public high school; they had
no football program, the basketball program was horrible and the
baseball even worse. The Senators hadn't had a winning season in
almost 23 years; never mind making any kind of playoffs. Jon and Kirk
were shoe-ins for the starting rotation, if they decided to even play.
I sat down on the long couch and grabbed a sandwich. The
pre-game show was just wrapping up.
"When are you going to hear from St. Gilles," Jon asked.
"Any day," I answered; "the tuition check is stuck on the
fridge."
We watched the game and talked baseball. Around the fifth
inning the CQ came down to get more alcohol and peeked into the
living room to say hello. She had on a black cocktail dress that
showed off her average-sized tits. She smiled at me and when she
disappeared Marcus and I gave each other a knowing grin. She'd most
likely be playing with herself later thinking about getting gang banged
by her son's friends.
When the game ended Jon and Kirk left and Marcus and I went up
to his room to wait for Julie to come home. When we got to the second
floor we could hear the faint sounds of fucking coming through the
closed door of the den. We slowly walked to the door and put our ears
to it. Low moans and grunts were all we could make out and Marcus
shrugged his shoulders and we went upstairs.
"I know they're not fucking each other," he said. "Must be Mr.
Jeffries doing Mom and Dad sticking it to the Pig."
A few minutes later we heard Julie in her bedroom and then the
toilet flushed. She came in and sat down on the bed. We told her about
the noise and she said, "surprise, surprise."
Out in the driveway the sound of car doors slamming brought us to the
window. Headlights turned on and a dark sedan pulled out onto the
street.
"I'm hungry," announced Julie, "I'm going to get something to eat."
She left and returned a minute later with two of the sandwiches from
the living room. She sat back down on the bed and quickly devoured the
sandwiches. "Now's your chance Ryan; if you like much older women the
CQ is watching TV by herself and she's drunk as usual."
"Where's your Dad?" I asked.
"Didn't see him."
"Go on down, Ryan," Marcus urged. "I'll get Julie warmed up.
But knock when you come back cause the door's gonna be locked." He
walked over to his sister and unzipped his pants and pulled out his
cock. Julie grabbed it and started stroking the big shaft with both
hands. I left and walked down the two flights and into the living
room. Mrs. King was slouched down on the couch and was staring at the
TV. Her dress was rumpled and her hair was a mess. I walked in and
pretended to be interested in the food.
"Hello, Ryan," she said as she sat up. "How are you tonight?"
"Just fine Mrs. King, thank you."
"Come here, sit down for a second." I sat next to her and
breathed in the smell of tequila or something like that. Suddenly she
turned to me and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue pushing its way
in. I looked around for any signs of Mr. King but all was quiet so I
let her kiss me. Taking my hand she placed it on her breasts and
reached down and rubbed my cock.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she breathed into my ear. She had
never said anything like that to me and I was a little bit scared.
"Uh, no thank you Mrs. King. I'd better get back upstairs."
I tried to stand up but she held me down and continued to kiss me. Her
hands undid my jeans and she pulled out my cock. Immediately she bent
down and took it in her mouth. I looked around to see if anybody was
walking about but all was clear. Her head bobbed on my cock and I
reached into her dress and fondled her breasts. She pulled her dress
up past her waist and I saw she had lost her panties somewhere. I
stuck my finger up her cunt as she continued to suck my cock. Her
pussy was really wet; whether from her juice or Mr. Jeffries come I
couldn't tell. I grabbed her head and held it down as I shot my load
into her mouth. As soon as I finished coming she immediately started
kissing me again. I broke it off and stood up and pulled up my jeans.
I smoothed her dress back down and kissed her and said "thank you Mrs.
King" and quickly went back upstairs.
I knocked at the door and it took about ten seconds for Marcus
to open it. He was totally naked and Julie was likewise the same,
lying with her legs spread on the bed. He locked the door then climbed
on top of his sister and guided his cock back into her hole.
"Well?" what happened, he asked.
"Your mother just gave me a blow job," I said sitting in the
recliner.
"No shit," said Marcus. "Was it any good?"
"It wasn't bad," I replied. "not as good as Julie's."
Julie smiled at me and said "I told you you'd get lucky."
Marcus started grunting and he reached down and pulled his cock out of
Julie's snatch and brought it towards her mouth. He started coming
when he was at her belly button and his semen splashed on her tits and
face. It just kept pouring out and soon there was a big pool between
her tiny breasts.
"Ryan," she said, "could you please get me some toilet paper."
I went into the bathroom and pulled a big wad off the roll and handed
it to her. She wipe her brother's semen up and I saw that she would
need more so I went in and got another long bunch. Marcus started
putting his clothes back on and I gave Julie the next wad.
"Thanks, Ryan," she said as she took the two handfuls of
toilet paper and dumped them into the toilet. I heard the shower turn
on and a minute later the water stopped and Julie walked back in with
a towel wrapped around her. "Well I guess you won't be needing
anything from me tonight will you," she said, her mouth a wide metal
grin. She sat back down on the bed and we began talking. Marcus said
that their Dad was leaving to go to New York on a business trip on
Monday so that meant that the CQ would be alone and maybe I could give
Julie a rest for a week. Julie kicked at Marcus with her foot. "He
said mine were better."
"I don't know," I said. "She asked me if I wanted to fuck
her."
"Why didn't you?" asked Marcus. "You could have probably stuck
it up her ass for all she would have known."
"I don't know, it was just all of a sudden. I thought that
losing my virginity to my best's friend mother would be kind of
weird."
"But getting a blow job from her wasn't? Julie why don't you
just fuck him and make poor Ryan here a man."
Well, I'll think about it," she said, grinning at me, "but not
tonight." She hopped off the bed and gave me a kiss on the cheek and a
"goodnight" and headed back into her room.
I walked back downstairs with Marcus, avoiding the living
room. I told him I'd call him Monday morning and we'd go to the
batting cages.
When I got home Mom was sitting in bed reading a magazine. She had on
a T-shirt with spaghetti straps and a pair of white bikini panties.
"Hi honey," she said putting down the magazine. I walked over and
kissed her. "I'm going to take a quick shower OK? Then I gotta tell
you about Mrs. King." She went back to her magazine and I went
upstairs and used the toilet then came back down and jumped into the
shower. When I was finished I flossed and brushed and walked into the
bedroom. Mom put down the magazine and I stood over her on the bed, my
cock at half-mast. I sat down between her legs and wrapped my own
around her back. We kissed and I rubbed her shoulders. As I told her
what had happened she massaged my cock with both hands. Every now and
then she would squeeze a drop of pre-come out and lick it off her
finger. Reaching down I lifted her T-shirt off so I could see her
breasts.
"Has she ever tried to suck you before"?
"Nope, this was the first time."
"Well I hope you saved some for me," she said as she smiled
and turned around and knelt with her back to me. I pulled her panties
over her ass and down to her knees and she spread her thighs and I put
my cock in her little girl. Grabbing her hips I started fucking her,
my balls banging into her bush with every thrust.
"Ryan, would you do something for me please? You don't have
to, but could you spank me?
"Uh, OK," I said, and I brought my palm down on her ass,
although not very hard.
Oh, that's it honey harder." I brought my hand down on the
other cheek a little harder and Mom groaned. "You can do it harder
Ryan, it's OK."
I remember hearing Dad spank her from the grate and knew that he did
it pretty hard to I started whacking her ass with more force.
"Oh, Ryan, that's it...oh that feels good."
I found that if I kept my palm open and loose it produced a satisfying
whack, just like the sweet spot on a baseball bat.
I continued to fuck her and spank her and every now and then I
would stop and reach under her and feel her breasts.
"I'm gonna come Mom," I announced and as I shot my semen into
her I hit her ass really hard.
"Oh, baby, yes oh Ryan, spank me "
I continued to spank her until my cock grew soft. I pulled it out and
bent down to kiss her red ass. I could feel the heat generated by the
spanking on my face. I rolled her over and climbed up and kissed her,
her eyes full of tears.
"Oh honey thank you, that felt good," she said as she held my
head in my hands. I gave her a quick peck on the lips then moved down
to her breasts. I kissed each nipple then moved back up to her face
and French kissed her for a few minutes then cuddled up next to her.
As I fell asleep the last thought on my mind was I had come seven
times today.