Baseball Cougars Take the Lead 02

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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 dog 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 dog. 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 doggy 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 doggie 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 dog, 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 doggie 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.

THE END

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