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Cheer

By: buckokuma



Cheer:

Damn! It's cold outside I can see my breath as I walk towards the school...nothing else to do in this dead town but go to the basketball game. I wonder who'll be there. 

As I walk in I can smell the popcorn form the concession stand over salted and warm with oil. I can hear the high pitch whistle from another bad call from the ref and the cheers of the girls as they begin their routine during timeout. Jumping... yelling...doing all kinds of nice moves out there to wake up a sleeping crowd. I wonder if they know how sexy they look in their purple and gold uniforms. Their skirts are just high enough to show a little ass when they jump...and more if the right eyes are looking...and I am looking. 

As I climb to my seat on the top row and give the regular hellos to the boys...I look again at her dark hair, long and flowing as she finishes and runs off the court. I catch her eye and she smiles my way; the 18 year old, senior cheer captain. I wonder if she can tell what I'm thinking. I wonder if she can see the glint in my eye or the semi bulge in my jeans. I imagine her doing all those poses while not wearing any panties under that skirt. My mind wanders into a sexual dreamscape of her standing there in the middle of the court posing for me, cheering for me...watching her ass and pussy as they glimpse out from under the cloth. 

"Bucko, yo! Bucko!...you coming?" John asks as he breaks me out of my spell. "The games over."

"I'm going to sit here a sec... I'll see you tomorrow." I stutter.

"O-k see ya." as he bounds down the steps.

I sit here for a time thinking when I should leave just to catch her at the right time...and get up heading for the back hall. As the other girls rush by giggling I catch her eye again and wave her over. 

"How ya doing? You looked good out there. Do you think there is an empty locker room around?" I whisper with a smirk on my face. 

She smiles and says "thanks." I think she knows what I am alluding to especially after the locker room fiasco with a certain janitor interrupting us. 

"No, but the band room is open." sheepishly smiling. She grabs my hand and tugs me along. "...but we have to hurry." The smell of must and dust and bleach enters my sinuses as we slip into the darkened room...knowing that a room to the right is sound proof. 

She whispers... "I can't believe we're doing this" as she goes in ahead of me. I don't let another word exit as the door shuts. I grab her from behind by the hip and the head and move her hair to kiss her neck. My hard cock rubs against her ass as she moans into my grip; slowly thrusting back at me.

"God, I want you. I've been watching you all night remembering how you feel in my arms."

From behind; I slowly trail my hand down to her cloth covered pussy and begin to rub her cleft there and the moans from her get louder as I form a seal on her lips so that her breath escapes into mine. Deep soulful kisses go back and forth between us. I reach down and pull her panties down so I can feel the soft skin of her ass. A giggle comes out of her as she reaches back to feel my hardness and unzips and unbuckles. The clang of my studded belt echoes off the chamber walls...and my jeans slip down to my thighs, then my knees then my ankles. I lightly touch her pink winker with my finger. She rubs my leaking cock head on her ass cheek and then her crack as I hunch forward trying to find any hole that fits.

"Slow down boy... you'll get yours." She utters and kisses me again. Bending over more so that she is completely exposed to me; she trails my cock along the cleft of her wet pussy and little mewls of pleasure combine with my sharp breaths...until she slowly slides herself back onto my erection. With a grunt we both hit bottom as bodies are completely entwined....my two hands now gripping her by her tits and pinching nipples when I can find them through a cheerleader sweater and a bra. I drag my hands under. I claw my fingers through until I find her hard nubs of flesh and pinch them to her delight. 

The erotic smell of our sex begins to waft around us. Her hair in my eyes adds another layer of pleasure. The slap of our skin fondles our senses. As my lips on her neck, my rough fingers on her nipples, my hard shaft is grinding deep inside of her filling her with my lust and need. 

"God, yes." Comes out of me and I know this will finish quick, but of course with little time it should. I roll my hips as she bounces hers. I slam my cock into her as she slaps me with the cheeks of her ass. My body starts to quake from within as the intense volcano climbs up my shaft and erupts into her. Our moans of pleasure combine into some kind of duet of choral voices almost harmonizing but not really.

Kisses slow the grinding until little almost imperceptible shutters bounce through both of us...deep sensuous kisses. Tongues and mouths finishing as we try to put ourselves together and not remove ourselves from each other...

Slowly slipping out of the room; we take our hands from each other's not wanting to look suspicious. But the glow on our faces and the trailing odor of sex and sweat surrounds us, as does the new understanding of this thing that we think that we found. You can never deny the sight of two people that have carnal knowledge of each other...and I will never look at a cheerleader the same.

As she slips out of the school through the swimming pool door I walk down the hall and out the front feeling the cold catch my breath and the ghost of her body against mine...

Damn! it's cold.

Cheer Camp



It was the summer before her first year of college. Eighteen year old Isabelle had awaited cheer camp like a dog awaited a walk. The morning she was to leave she raced to get ready and threw her bags in the car. She then paced in front of the door like a caged lion.

"Isabelle clam down. You still have an hour before we leave. Those girls will just be as preppy and snotty in an hour that they are now."

"Mom you just don't understand. I got accepted into a college with one of the best cheer squad. Maybe by going to cheer camp I can get a chance to be on that squad. Do you know what it would be like to have that type of popularity and power in your freshman year. It would be one of the best things to ever happen to me."

"Isabelle there are girls that have been cheerleaders their entire life that go out for those squads and don't get in. What makes you think that you're gonna get in just because you went to one summer of cheer camp?"

"Way to have confidence in me. I really appreciate it."

"I'm just trying to snap a little reality into your fantasy."

"And your idea of that is ruining my dream."

Isabelle settled down and thought about what her mother had just said. She thought about turning around and not even going but as the time got closer she again began to get more and more excited. When it came time to go Isabelle was completely revved up. She rushed to the car and watched out the window excitedly as they headed toward camp. Isabelle remembered when she had first gone to sign up for the camp. She could picture the girls in their uniforms doing back flips and splits. Their perfect smiles and slender bodies were to die for and Isabelle could only imagine being like them. However there was something else about being a cheerleader that compelled Isabelle but she still wasn't quite sure what it was.

The answer was to hit her soon enough though as they pulled into the parking lot and Isabelle got out of the car grab her bags. She looked around and saw girl after girl wearing nothing but booty shorts and tight tee shirts or tank tops. Isabelle could feel her heart drop then speed up really fast as she looked around at mostly perfect bodies and perky tits. All the asses sticking out of the shorts were perfectly rounded and pretty decent sized. 

"Well," Isabelle's mother said making her jump and break her focus. "I can bet that you don't want your mom walking in with you so have fun and I'll see you in eight weeks."

"Okay." Isabelle gave her mother a quick hug then grabbed her three bags. There was two book bags and a rolling suitcase. Isabelle put each of the book bags over one shoulder and pulled the suitcase behind her. She walked into the administration office and looked at the woman behind the desk. "Isabelle Martine." she introduced herself with a smile.

The woman looked over her paper work then smiled back. She pulled a sticker off a sheet and handed it to Isabelle. "You are in cabin 28. Enjoy your time here."

"Oh I will." Isabelle smiled. She looked to her right where she saw a girl bent over a duffel bag. "Trust me."

Isabelle walked out of the admissions office and tried to find the cabin where she would be staying. There was different cabins and people all over the place. Isabelle couldn't help but keep staring at the different girls ranking in beauty, size, shape, and perkiness. She couldn't seem to focus on where she was going and quickly realized that she was lost. 

"Hey." Isabelle heard a voice say behind her. She didn't want to turn around unless if the gesture wasn't to her but she did. There was a girl coming toward her with her eyes locked on Isabelle. Isabelle smiled as the girl approached her. "I heard you were in cabin 28 and figured I would help you find it. See that's the cabin I'm staying in and they usually put a lot of new girls in there."

"Thanks." Isabelle held out her hand warmly and the girl leaned in closely to read her name tag. She then shook Isabelle's hand and smiled.

"Nice to meet you Isabelle my name's Ava."

"Why don't you have a name tag?"

Ava turned around and showed the sticker which had been placed on her ass. Isabelle looked quickly and smirked not wanting to stare too long at the perfectly round ass in the short pink running shorts. Her legs were perfectly toned and a light bronze color. Her stomach, which was a set of clearly chiseled abs, was sticking out of her shirt slightly. Isabelle turned her attention a little further up to see Ava's breasts which were about a C- cup and pretty perky. Her hair was cut short up to her ears and cut close to her head. Her bangs were a little longer and pushed sideways across her forehead. Isabelle noticed Ava's bright blue eyes and perfect smile as she stared upon her beautiful face. 

"Here give me one of those bags and I'll lead you to our cabin." Ava suggested.

"Yeah that sounds great. Lead the way." Isabelle walked behind Ava. She tried her best to keep her focus up and forward but she was drawn to looking down to watch Ava's ass sway back and forth as they walked. When they got to the cabins Isabelle watched as Ava went to one of the bunks and patted it.

"Here this bed's free. Plus its right next to mine so we can stay up late and share secrets if you want." Ava left Isabelle to set up her bed as she walked over to a girl a couple bunks away on the other side of the room. She made her way up to a girl that was bent over next to one of the beds. Her ass wasn't as big or firm as Ava's but she still had long and toned legs in a pair of black spandex shorts. Ava slapped the girls ass and she popped up to turn around and give her a hug. Isabelle watched and smiled then tried to avert her eyes back to setting up her bed. 

Ava noticed Isabelle staring so she looked at her friend and grabbed her arm. "Carla I have someone for you to meet."

Carla looked in the direction of where Ava was looking and smiled. She looked Isabelle up and down then walked with her. "Okay."

"Carla this is Isabelle."

"Nice to meet you."

"She's gonna be sharing good old number 28 with us."

"Works for me." Carla smirked as she again checked Isabelle up and down. Isabelle felt comfortable enough to do the same thing. Carla was fair skinned and had long black straight hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. She had piercing green eyes and naturally rosy pink cheeks and lips. She was very thin and looked to be about a B-cup. 

Isabelle felt like she really connected to these girls and made sure to stick by their sides every minute that they were not in practice. While they walked around together people would give them looks of different kinds. A good percentage of the looks came from people that seemed to know Ava and Carla. They would look at the girls with grins as they passed by the three some. Most of them stared at Isabelle who was walking in the middle. She was already starting to feel popular and knew that this was going to be a very good summer.

That night after all the exercise and practicing the girls went back to their bunks where they were permitted to do anything they wanted. The cheer camp was set up like a summer camp except since the girls were older they were not put under as many restrictions. Most activities were at a "Do At Your Own Risk" type of scenario. There was only a couple coaches that had their own cabins to stay in so the girls were allowed to do whatever they pleased in the bunks. The only rules consisted of things like the prohibiting of alcohol and tobacco on the grounds and no loud music past a certain hour. 

Isabelle was lying in bed on the first night, trying to fall asleep after all the excitement. She was staring up at the ceiling then reached next to her bed to pull out her cell phone. She looked at the time. 11:56 at night and practice was going to be starting at eight in the morning. Isabelle however couldn't fall asleep. She continued to stare at the ceiling when she heard the cabin door creak open and two people come in. She didn't risk being considered nosy so she just stayed on her back. 

"Shh." Ava said as she walked up with Carla to her bed. They both climbed into the bed and started kissing. 

Isabelle tried her best to turn over without being recognized. She put the blanket up over her head so that way if she was visible in the moonlight then she would appear to not be able to see the girls. She watched as the girls kissed and caressed each other passionately. Ava climbed on top of Carla and started kissing down her chest and stomach until she was under the blankets completely. In the moonlight Isabelle could see Carla throw her head back into the pillow and heard her sigh lightly in approval. 

Isabelle could feel her panties getting moist and was only at first going to see how wet she was when she stuck her fingers into the silky thongs. However once she was there and continued to watch the girls next to her she felt the urge to start rubbing the surrounding area. She tried to keep what she was doing a secret timing her moans with Carla's and getting caught a couple times. Each time she was acknowledged Isabelle would freeze and act as if she was sleeping. 

When Ava came back up the two girls began to kiss again and Carla slowly made her way below the blanket. 

The following morning Isabelle was coming out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel when Ava and Carla walked in. They each shot her a smile then Carla walked up behind her.

"We know what you did last night." Carla whispered in Isabelle's ear. She lightly grabbed her butt through the towel and Ava pulled her away.

"Come on leave the girl so that she can get dressed."

"Maybe she could come with us tonight." Carla suggested.

"Where?" Isabelle asked.

A couple other girls walked in and Ava quickly shut her mouth. She looked at Carla then at the girls who were staring at them sneeringly. 

"Look just meet us after you get done with practice."

Isabelle found it hard to concentrate as she tried to figure out just what Carla and Ava were talking about. She practiced with her team and when they were dismissed she raced back to the bunks. She walked in and saw Ava and Carla sitting on her bed. They seemed to be engaged in conversation but when they saw Isabelle they stopped and gave her a smile.

"Hey how was practice?"

"Good, why didn't you guys go?"

"Well since we've been separated for a year we figured we would catch a little time together."

"Wasn't last night enough?"

"One hour doesn't make up for an entire year of not seeing each other. Look its not important to discuss it right now. I bet you want to know what we were talking about earlier don't you?"

"Well yeah it was like the only thing I could think of."

"You like girls right?" Carla asked bluntly.

"I don't know. I mean I'm attracted to them but doing something with them is a different story."

"I don't know if we should take her then." Ava said doubtingly.

"Take me where?" Isabelle asked her voice getting a little harsher. She had spent her entire day wondering and was now being jerked around. She wanted to know what these girls were talking about and why it had anything to do with her liking girls.

"There's a certain place that a group of girls on the campus go to where we meet with other lesbians to hook up or just talk. I mean if you want to be set up with a girl then its the perfect place to go."

"So there's like a group of lesbians that just get together and either hook up or just talk."

"Yeah would you be interested in going?" Carla asked smiling and batting her eyelashes at her.

"I could go there and try it out."

Ava was a little hesitant that night but still she informed Isabelle of when they were leaving and they walked to a small area on the campus. The area was about half a mile away from the bunks and about twenty to thirty girls were all gathered. They welcomed Ava and Carla then turned their attention to Isabelle. She smiled and watched as they were approached by one of the girls. She was about five foot four with long wavy dirty blond hair. She looked to be about a hundred and ten to a hundred and fifteen pounds and had a very warm welcoming face. 

"Ava, Carla; leave it to you two to hog the hot newbies."

"Calm it down there Charlotte. This is Isabelle and she's more of a newbie then you think; if you know what I'm saying."

"Ohhhh." Charlotte smiled at Isabelle. "Why don't you come with me and I'll show you around."

Isabelle looked at Ava and Carla who were encouraging her to go. She went and Charlotte walked Isabelle to an area by one of the lamps. She pulled up a chair and put one next to it. 

"Here sit down." Charlotte smirked. 

Isabelle sat down and tried to get a better look at Charlotte. She was very pretty with light tan skin and deep brown eyes. She had a very healthy looking body and big D-cup breasts. She put her hand on Isabelle's then looked at her with a reassuring perfect, straight white smile. "You're nervous?"

"I've never really explored my sexuality before... so yeah you can say that I'm a little nervous."

"Well if you don't mind me saying, I think your hot as hell. I would love to help you explore. A good place to start would be right here." Charlotte took Isabelle's hand and brought it in between her legs. She used Isabelle's hand to rub herself through her shorts. 

Isabelle could feel the moisture and was beginning to notice the wetness in her own panties. She smiled at Charlotte who released her hand to allow her to rub her on her own. Isabelle ran her hand over the warm wet pussy through the fabric for a little while then brought her hand up and pushed it down into Charlotte's shorts. She fumbled around in the shorts until she got in the lace feeling panties. Charlotte moaned and sighed as Isabelle rubbed her clit then forced her fingers deep into the soaking wet pussy.

Charlotte smiled as Isabelle fingered her and looked over at her.

"You sure you've never done this before?"

"Only to myself, never to someone else though."

Charlotte took Isabelle's hand out of her panties and put the hand in front of Isabelle's face. Isabelle stared unsure of what to do then finally got the hint. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and licked the liquid off. She then tried to put her hand back in the panties. Charlotte stopped her before she did and pulled her in for a kiss. The feeling was so new but it felt so right. Isabelle put her hand on the back of Charlotte's head and kept her face there for a more passionate drawn out kiss. 

"What do you want to try next?" Charlotte asked once their lips finally broke apart from one another.

"I want to taste that pussy again." Isabelle sighed feeling herself on cloud nine.

"Oh really?" Charlotte asked surprised at the forwardness. She grabbed Isabelle's hand and interlaced it with hers. They walked hand in hand to Charlotte's bunk and went to Charlotte's bed. They sat together and looked at each other. Charlotte ran her hand up Isabelle's leg. She smiled and kept pushing forward waiting to see if at any point she would stop her. 

Charlotte grabbed Isabelle's shorts and pulled them down. She looked down at the thongs and pushed her back down on the bed. She touched the silky material and ran her finger over it a couple times before going around the small crotch piece and sticking her fingers deep into Isabelle. She sighed and threw her head back into the bed while Charlotte worked her fingers in and out of her. 

Isabelle was so distracted by being fingered that she didn't even realize at first when Charlotte switched to using her tongue to run it over Isabelle's clit. She licked her clit while fingering her rapidly. She pulled away for a quick second and got up. Isabelle perked her head up and looked around trying to figure out where Charlotte had gone. Charlotte was searching for something in her bag then looked up. "Lay back down." she demanded in a whisper.

Isabelle had forgotten for a minute that they were in a room with about six or seven other women. She laid back and stared at the ceiling when she felt something else enter her. At first it was cold but quickly warmed up as it was worked in and out of her. She then felt the vibrating sensations mixed with the sensation of Charlotte flicking her tongue on her clit.

As Isabelle was about to cum Charlotte pulled the vibrator out and stuck her tongue deep in the wet pussy. She waited until Isabelle was done climaxing before going back up and planting a kiss on her. She ran her hands through Isabelle's hair and grasped it kind of roughly. In any other situation Isabelle would have pulled away from this type of feeling but instead she embraced it and pulled Charlotte in for a kiss. She stuck her tongue in her mouth then turned her on her back and went directly to licking her pussy. She kissed in between Charlotte's legs then went to the inside of her thighs before licking the dripping wet pussy. 

The fact that they were in front of a room of other girls didn't bother Isabelle. She stuck her tongue deep in Charlotte then worked up to licking her clit while fingering her. She waited until the last couple minutes to use the vibrator. She did the same thing Charlotte had done. She felt her body pulsing and put herself in the immediate line of cum as Charlotte climaxed. 

Isabelle finished it off with a kiss then laid beside Charlotte on the bed. She looked over then went down to rest her head on the large breasts. She could feel the erect nipples sticking up through the shirt and reached her hand under to play with them. Charlotte squirmed at the touch still trying to snap back from the orgasm Isabelle had given her. Isabelle enjoyed that she could give someone this kind of feeling and decided to lift up the shirt to lick the nipples. Charlotte pushed Isabelle's face into her breast and Isabelle began sucking on the nipples. 

Charlotte played with Isabelle's nipples then laid back. Isabelle joined her and threw her arm over her. Charlotte turned on her side to face Isabelle. 

"So how was your first time with a girl?"

"I have never felt anything like that before."

"Yeah I get that from a lot of girls."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm not saying that I get a lot of them but I have been told before that I'm good for first timers. Why do you think Ava and Carla set us up?"

"What do you mean they set us up?"

"Well they told me during practice that they were bringing you to the hang out tonight and said that I could help you figure out if it was really what you wanted. Don't get upset they were just looking out for you."

"Oh okay. " 

The following morning Isabelle went back to her cabin to get stuff for her shower. She could still taste Charlotte on her tongue and every time memories from the night before ran into her mind she would get a chill down her spine. She met Ava and Carla's gaze as she walked back in the cabin that morning.

"Look who spent the night." Ava laughed.

"Yeah." Isabelle smiled. "I know that you guys set me up though."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Carla asked. 

Isabelle took a deep breath and let out a sigh. She smiled and her face turned red. "More than you know."

"Oh trust me. We know. Especially with Charlotte." Ava smirked

"What?"

"Babe why don't we go take our shower now." Carla rushed Ava out of the cabin and brought her to the showers. Isabelle went to the showers too and got ready for practice.

Isabelle was brushing her teeth when Charlotte walked into the bathroom. She looked at Isabelle then just continued on to the showers. Isabelle watched as she walked away then continued brushing he teeth. She brushed her hair and threw it up into a pony tail.

Isabelle went through practice more distracted that day than she had been the day before. She looked at Ava and Carla as their team practiced and when they were given a break she walked over to the two girls. She had to know what was up with the reception she had gotten from Charlotte that morning. 




Cheer Camp



"What did you mean by what you said this morning Ava?"

"Look Charlotte likes first timers. She has a thing for them and since ninth grade she has been coming to cheer camp and finding new girls that want to join our little group. She has slept with me and Carla then when we found out what she was really like we found each other. Look tonight you can come with us and now that you know that you like it you can find someone else. You saw how many girls there were and pretty much none of them are like Charlotte except for of course Charlotte."

"I don't want to go tonight."

"That's your choice we're just saying that you should take a second shot now that you know you actually like girls between your legs."

"After last night I don't see how I can trust that other girls aren't gonna do the same thing."

"Like we said you don't have to come with us but if you want you know where to go tonight."

Isabelle debated with herself about whether she would go to the meeting that night. She thought about it throughout the entire practice. Then that night as she sat in the bunks she watched as Ava and Carla got ready then left. Isabelle laid back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling thinking about the night before. She couldn't help but think about the feeling of Charlotte's tongue against her clit then racing into her pussy working in and out and licking the surrounding area. 

Isabelle was about to move her hand into her panties to begin to rubbing herself but she stopped and got off the bed. She got out a pair of tight jean shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top that cut off at her stomach. She began walking to the meeting area when she was approached by a guy. He was using a flashlight and was wearing tan cargo shorts and a dark blue tee shirt.

"Hey do you know where the counselor's cabins are?"

"They're coaches not counselors and their cabins are just a little ways past the cheerleaders. You wont miss them they're individual ones instead of full out cabins. Are you the new coach?"

"Yeah. You're a cheerleader?"

"You seem surprised. Am I not pretty enough or what?"

"No I never said that. I just thought that the cheerleaders were supposed to be in their bunks right now?"

"If you're a new coach then how do you know that?"

"Don't get defensive with me. I just know that because I used to coach here before I just had to take a league of absence."

"On what grounds."

"Maybe we could discuss that some other time."

"I'm not doing anything right now so why don't you just tell me."

"Do you have a place where we can go and talk?"

Isabelle suddenly realized what was going on. She again pointed out where the coaches cabins were and started walking toward the meeting area. The new coach just watched her walk away then made his way in the opposite direction. 

When Isabelle arrived she saw Charlotte sitting down talking with another girl. However Isabelle didn't let this bother her and just approached another girl. She simply checked the girl out and waited until she got a return look of approval before pulling the girl in close and kissing her passionately. The girl put her hand on the back of Isabelle's head for ultimate closeness. Isabelle felt as the girl worked her tongue into her mouth then lightly bit her bottom lip.

The girl pulled away and looked at Isabelle lustfully. "The name's Daisy, so what do you say, do you want to go to my bunk?"

Isabelle looked over and saw as Charlotte was watching curiously. She shook her head in agreement and walked off with Daisy. They had barely made it ten yards away from the group of others before they were back in each others arms kissing passionately. Daisy spent the time that they were kissing to run her hand down Isabelle's body and grab and play with her ass. Isabelle returned the favor the raced her hand to the front of her body and started playing with Daisy's tits. 

Daisy took Isabelle's hand and raced it under her shirt so that she was playing with the tits directly instead of just through the shirt. The girls decided not to go any further and dropped on the ground. They made out racing their hands over each others bodies then Isabelle rolled over on top of Daisy. She looked down at her and kissed her neck. She lifted her shirt up and pulled it off before kissing down her stomach. Daisy had her pants pulled all the way off before Isabelle even got down to her waist. 

Isabelle looked up at Daisy and smiled before putting her face in between her thighs and licking her pussy and kissing the inside of her thighs. 

The following morning Isabelle woke up and looked around. She was still on the ground with her head rested on Daisy's stomach. She looked at the sky to see that the sun was just coming out. She sat up and flicked an ant off her half undressed body. She looked down at Daisy who slowly came awake. Daisy was wearing nothing but a bra and she was using Isabelle's shirt as a pillow. She looked up and smiled at Isabelle.

"Morning." Isabelle started to lean in for a kiss but quickly pulled away.

"Hey. Did we really sleep out here last night?"

"Yeah that could be why it was so uncomfortable."

"Last night was amazing wasn't it?"

"Oh yeah." Isabelle smiled trying to recollect what had happened. She had been blinded by so much that she barely remembered the adventures from the night before. She recalled meeting Daisy and using her to make Charlotte jealous but she didn't dare admit it. "So I'm like wide awake, do you want to go get something to eat with me?"

"Didn't we do enough eating last night?"

"I meant some real food. Either that or you can spend the next couple of hours catching up on your sleep in your bunk."

"Would I have company or would I be waking up alone?"

"If you want me to come with you then I can."

"You know what why don't we just go get something to eat. I'm hungry and wide awake. I think the only reason I would go back to bed with a girl is if I thought I was gonna get something else from her."

"Maybe later after we get something to eat." Isabelle smiled at Daisy then started getting dressed. There was a small shack on campus that served food and was open early for morning practices. The two girls walked to the shack. Daisy ordered a cup of coffee and a breakfast burrito with sausage, ham and eggs. Isabelle ordered herself a cappuccino and a breakfast burrito with eggs ham and bacon. She sat down with Daisy and the two girls talked about how they had both been screwed and screwed over by Charlotte. They laughed and joked about it before finishing their food and going to the bunks.

"Hey do you maybe want to go take a shower together?" Isabelle suggested. "Its not like we can really get caught people won't be awake for another like two or two and a half hours."

"Sure."

The girls went to the showers and got undressed before getting in. They allowed the water to run over them while they kissed and caressed each others bodies. Daisy reached her hand down and slipped it into Isabelle's pussy. Isabelle tried to stop herself from screaming and leaned her head back against the wall. 

"Damn you are one horny girl." Daisy joked as she pulled her hand out and ran it under the water. She kissed Isabelle and pulled away with a smile.

"Oh,"Isabelle smiled back "You're quick to criticize but I bet if I was to feel you then you would be just as wet."

"I don't know you might have to find out for yourself." 

Isabelle kissed Daisy's neck and felt down her body slipping her hand down. She touched her clit and watched as Daisy bit her lip. Isabelle felt the hard clit for a while before racing her fingers inside her and pushing deep inside her. 

Isabelle pulled her hand out and looked at the liquid that clearly wasn't from the shower. She looked at Daisy smugly. "And I'm the horny one?"

"Well any body's gonna get wet if their clit is played with."

"Fine then why don't I just stop."

"Nope you already started might as well finish."

Isabelle and Daisy smiled and started kissing passionately. Isabelle pushed Daisy up against the wall and went down on her.

The new coach was walking to get some coffee when he heard the two girls laughing in the bathroom. He knew what was going on but still decided to walk in to "investigate". 

"Hey whats going on in here?" he asked stepping into the shower area. Isabelle and Daisy were coming out of the shower together when they pulled each other in to cover one another.

"What are you doing in here?!" Daisy asked harshly.

"Yeah get out!" Isabelle snapped. 

"I thought there was someone messing around in here."

"We were taking a shower."

The coach handed the girls their two towels and they quickly covered themselves up. He looked at the two of them and smiled. "Were you two just showering together?"

"Whats it matter."

"Well you aren't here to hook up." the coach sneered.

"Can you please just go?"

The coach could feel himself getting harder and walked out of the shower room. He walked off and went behind one of the cabins. He pulled his cock out of his pants and started lightly rubbing it. He was hard as a rock. As he rubbed and jerked it he thought about what the girls were doing in the shower. 

That day during practice Isabelle started to feel the affects of sleeping on the ground. Her back and neck began to bother her but still she pushed through. 

That night after practice and a little rest Isabelle went out to the field. She was doing a few stretches when she heard someone approaching her. She looked up and saw as the coach came toward her. She was sitting on the ground with her legs spread wide open. She stretched over and grabbed her left foot stretching out her side and hamstrings.

"How's it going out here?"

"I'm doing just fine." Isabelle responded switching sides.

"You looked to be in a little pain earlier."

"That was from sleeping on a hard ground all night."

"I thought it would have been from the sex in the shower with your girlfriend. So whats up with that anyway. Is it real emotional feelings that you have for her or is it just camp ground experimenting."

"Its real."

"Here let me give you some help with that stretching." The coach reached his hand out and Isabelle took it hesitantly. She let him help her to her feet then watched curiously as he held out his arm. "Put your leg up here."

"On your arm?"

"Yeah put it up here." The coach smiled. Once Isabelle put her foot up, he lifted his arm a bit. He put his hand on the inside of her leg halfway between her knee and her crotch. "Does that feel alright?"

"Yeah."

The coach ran his hand closer to Isabelle's crotch and smiled at her. "You should feel a comfortable stretch right in here."

"Yeah." Isabelle repeated sounding like a broken record.

"How about if I move it up. Is it still comfortable?" The coach felt Isabelle's entire inner thigh and continuously ran his hand back and forth on the area. "That still feels alright, right?"

"Um hm."

"Maybe we should move on to some other stretch."

"Yeah I guess so." Isabelle dropped her leg down and the coach walked up behind her.

"Put your legs about shoulder length apart from each other." The coach instructed. Isabelle did as she was told then felt as the coach reached in between her legs. He ran his hand up just lightly sweeping across her pussy then pulling his hand up. "Bend over and grab your foot."

"Which one." 

"Either one. You're gonna do the same thing to the other side so it doesn't really matter what side you start with."

Isabelle was about to bend over until she felt the coaches hard dick hit her in the ass as he stood behind her. She tried to turn around but he put his hands on her waist and turned her back to the way she was. He pulled the waistband on her pants down a little ways and felt across her stomach then around to her back. He pushed her forward holding one arm in front of her stomach then the other he used to push her down. He ran his hand up her back as she bent over and grabbed her left foot.

"Yeah just stay bent over like that." the coach said as he pulled the shorts down a little more. He reached his hand in front down Isabelle's shorts and started massaging her pussy. He ran his finger over her clit which was beginning to get harder and harder with every touch. Isabelle tried to turn around and pull away but the coach put all his weight on her to keep her bent over and giving himself access to anything and everything he wanted.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this?"

"Why not? Is it because I'm not a girl."

"Well that and you're also my coach."

"I won't tell if you wont."

"Look I really got-"

"Shh don't talk. Why don't you just give your body what it wants. Your dripping wet."The coach smiled as he ran his fingers lightly in between the lips of her vagina. He pushed his fingers deep inside then pulled them out. He licked them off and undid his pants. He pulled the shorts down completely and pulled the back of her thongs to the side. He stuck his hard seven inch cock inside her pussy and moaned at the tightness of it. He pushed deep and Isabelle let out a small crying sigh. "I know you like that, there's no denying it. Your body wants this."

"If you pull it out now then I can give you something that you'll like just as much."

"You mean head?"

"Yeah." Isabelle waited until the coach was completely pulled out of her before pulling up her shorts and getting down on her knees. She looked around then stared at the thick cock sitting right in her face.

She looked at it for a couple seconds before, in a light whisper sort of sighing voice, the coach said. "Grab it and put it in your mouth." 

Isabelle wrapped her hand around the base and slowly started to jerk it.She moved her hand up and down then spit on it slightly to give it more lubrication. The coach seemed to be content with the hand job for a couple minutes. He had his head back looking at the sky then slowly moved his head down to look at Isabelle.

"Suck on it." he said in a sort of harsh whisper.

Isabelle moved her hand up and down a couple more times. The coach eventually lost all patience and grabbed her by her hair. He pushed her face down on his cock and Isabelle started to suck on it. He moved her head for her up and down on his dick then released her to allow her to do it herself. Isabelle didn't have to suck for very long before she felt the warm liquid squirt into her mouth. With her hand on the base of the penis she could feel as it pumped every last bit of cum into her mouth. 

The coach pulled his dick away and looked down at Isabelle. "Did you swallow like a good girl?"

Isabelle shook her head but looked away. She walked away from the field and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Afterwards she went to the bunks where she knew some of the other girls would be sleeping and the rest of the girls were out doing their own thing with their friends. Ava and Carla were already gone so Isabelle just climbed into bed and fell asleep.

That night when Ava and Carla came home they climbed into Carla's bed together. Isabelle was still asleep when she felt someone shaking her awake. She looked up and saw as Daisy stood over her. "Is there room for two?"

"Uh yeah." Isabelle moved over and Daisy climbed into bed with her. Isabelle turned on her side and Daisy reached her arm over her and cupped her breast in her hand. She felt as Isabelle turned around to face her. The two girls moved in as closely as they could to one another and fell asleep.

The following morning during one of the breaks during practice Isabelle was confronted by Charlotte. She tried to ignore her but Charlotte refused to go away. 

"So I saw you out here on the field with the coach."

"Yeah so."

"I thought you liked women?"

"I do, what happened had nothing to do with feelings."

"Let me guess he raped you?"

"Well let's not go that far but I didn't want to do it. Look in this world there are the people that fight and lose and the people that submit and survive. I would rather survive in this world."

"How would your girlfriend feel about that?"

Just then Ava and Carla walked over and Charlotte walked away. Ava looked at Isabelle gleefully. "What was that all about? Did she want you back?"

"No just forget about it." Isabelle walked away and Ava and Carla looked at each other.

"Whats her problem?"

"I don't know maybe something happened between her and Daisy. Or maybe her and Charlotte are hiding something."

The two girls could have never guessed what had gotten their friend so upset. They just left her to herself and after practice Isabelle went back to the bunks. She laid down in her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She took her phone out and texted Daisy that she was out of practice. She was hoping to receive a response and just kept waiting for one. She looked up at the ceiling pretty much the entire evening just engulfed in thought. She thought about the night before, about what Charlotte had said, what her and Charlotte had done, the night she had spent with Daisy and how her relationship with Daisy might be over before it could even start. 

"Are you coming tonight Isabelle?" Ava asked.

"No I don't think so."

" You know Ava, why don't you get going. I'll meet up with you later." Carla suggested.

"Okay." Ava agreed.

Carla sat down on the bed next to Isabelle and put her hand on her shoulder. She waited until Ava was completely out of the room to ask, "So what's wrong with you lately?"

"Nothing."

"Come on you can tell me. Are you still upset about the whole thing with Charlotte? I mean if you are then it's alright but just think of the great girl you got out of it. Daisy is so sweet and she really likes you."

"She won't pretty soon."

"Why, did you do something?"

"It's not like I had a choice. I mean I was out on the field practicing and he came up behind me. I'm still teetering on my sexuality and was both a little frightened and aroused that he was giving me attention. Once I felt how hard he was my initial reaction was to help him do something about it but then I just started thinking about Daisy and how technically I am in a relationship with her."

"So what happened?"

"He had it in me for like at the most five seconds then I had him take it out and I kind of sort of sucked him off."

"Wow."

"I know and now Daisy's not gonna wanna be with me."

"Trust me she will. She's not the kind to get mad about something like that. Maybe if you had followed through with the full out sex then that would give her reason for complaint. Plus if she has a problem with it then just try and explain to her that it was either getting him off with a blow job or getting him off with your pussy. I know that if Ava ever told me that she gave a guy head so that she didn't have to have sex with him then I would be understanding. Then I would probably eat her out and finger the shit out of her to remind her of why she's with me." Carla smiled and patted Isabelle on the back. "Now come on. Lets go see everybody, find Daisy and explain this entire messy situation to her."

As they walked to the meeting area Isabelle looked over at Carla. "You would really eat Ava out after she told you that she gave a guy head."

"Come on. Tell me that you don't want to eat out Ava regardless." 

Isabelle smiled and looked away bashfully. Carla grinned back and put her hand on her back. The girls walked to the meeting area and Isabelle went over to find Daisy. She was met halfway and Daisy slapped her. 

"What the hell?" Isabelle asked.

"You fucked Coach Levi?"

All the girls were looking for the answer. Isabelle was quick to deny it but not so quick to explain with this large of a crowd. She pulled Daisy aside and explained what had happened. She didn't mince words and told the story the same way she had explained it to Carla. Daisy didn't have the reaction that Carla would have but she also didn't have the reaction Isabelle expected her to have. 




Cheer Camp



Daisy looked a little hurt but was understanding. They were about to kiss when Charlotte walked up.

"Wow its amazing that you can just forgive a slut like her." Charlotte sneered. "Especially since she was only hooking up with you to get me jealous."

"That's not true." Daisy said obviously trying to reassure herself. She looked at Isabelle who got up in Charlotte's face. She slapped her then pushed her to the ground. Charlotte got up and flung herself at Isabelle. She pushed her into Daisy and all three girls were on top of each other. Ava and Carla walked over and looked down.

"If you ask me that scenario would be perfect for a way for you all to get over what happened." Carla suggested with a smile. Ava hit her lightly and Carla looked at them curiously. "What? I'm just saying that if all three of them just fucked each other than it can resolve any issues they had. Remember when we did that when we first got together?"

Charlotte, Daisy and Isabelle looked at each other then stood up. They looked at each other not saying anything before Charlotte started walking away to the bunks. Daisy and Isabelle waited a couple seconds before following her.

The girls went to the bunks and Charlotte sat down on the bed. Isabelle and Daisy walked over to the bed and each sat on one side of her. Daisy reached her hand into Charlotte's panties and Charlotte in turn stuck her hand in both the girls panties. Isabelle put her hand in to accompany Daisy's hand. Charlotte switched between the two girls kissing their necks and keeping both hands busy rubbing their clits and pussies. 

Isabelle was the first one to pull away and reach under the bed to pull out the vibrator. She got on her knees in front of Charlotte and took the vibrator in her hand. She pulled both the girls panties off and used the vibrator on Daisy working it in and out of her dripping wet pussy while she used her tongue to lick Charlotte's clit then stick her tongue deep inside her.

The rest of cheer camp went over pretty smoothly. When Isabelle went home her mom asked her, "How was it?"

"It was an experience." Isabelle couldn't help but smile after she said that.

The End 



Cheer for Curiosity



Sara had been a cheerleader since junior high school and had been too more sporting events then she cared to remember. She enjoyed football season but could have cared less about basketball and wrestling. Why wrestlers needed cheerleaders had been a question that often raced through her mind as she feigned interest during their meets. After all, who wants to watch a bunch of guys roll around on the ground?

She was 18, her senior year had finally begun and football season was again here. Sara loved to watch the biggest guys in school as they played. Their huge bulk and tight pants combined with the sweat and occasional splatters of blood made her hormones rage. There was just something about a big fighting man.

As the first practice of the year began she and the rest of the cheer squad gathered on the football field stretching and tumbling. “Here come the boys”, said Sara’s best friend Cheri. Cheri and Sara had been friends since grade school and shared a taste for big, muscle boys. “Mmmm”-purred Cheri, “I would love to see all those cocks.”

“You’ve got the hornies!”, laughed Sara.

“We’ll have to work on that later.” Cheri coyly smiled back. While the two girls enjoyed each other’s company, it really was an outlet for their shared lust for sex. High school boys were either too scared or too intimidated to make a move on either of the girls, so they relied on each other to release pent up frustrations.

Once the practice was over, they jogged to the girls’ locker room to shower and head home. All twelve members of the cheer squad were at various stages of showering and changing. Cheri couldn’t help herself as she stepped into the large tiled shower room. Her eyes were drawn to Sara’s body. She had put her shoulder length brunette hair up and was slowly soaping her tight body. She slowly washed her soft shoulders and arms, then focusing of her firm, beautiful breasts. They were a perfect 34 B with little eraser nipples. The soap then trailed down her slender belly and waist, gently lathering her voluptuous mound of shaved flesh. Cheri gently touched herself as she dreamed of licking Sara, moving her tongue around her smooth gentle folds.

Sara glanced over and caught Cheri in her lustful trance, giving a half smile and a quick wink. They both knew what would be happening soon.

The girls toweled off and returned to the lockers to get dressed. Other members of the cheer team where getting dressed and Sara began to compare them in her mind. It surprised her how much they had all changed over the years. Cheri was definitely the most athletic figure of the bunch with her small A cup breasts and slender frame. Sara wished she could have an ass like Cheri’s. She knew hers was not too big, but she admired a firm ass rather than her own which had just a little jiggle. The other girls were talking about how they wanted bigger tits, different noses, and different colored hair as they began to filter out. Sara was unusually quiet as she laced up her shoes and grabbed her bag. She and Cheri walked out together both smiling.

It was about 5:30 as they pulled up to Cheri’s house. They always hung out there after school because her parents didn’t get home from work until after 7:00. As Sara turned the car off, Cheri turned to her, “Have you ever wondered what it is like in the guys locker room after a football game?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” responded Sara. “It probably stinks” she chuckled.

“Imagine all those guys, just walking around naked. They smell but I kind of think it’s a turn on”

The girls left the car and entered the house dropping their bags at the door. They went to the kitchen and grabbed some bottled water.

“Do you think that they really all walk around naked?” asked Sara. “Boy’s are a lot more insecure about showing their bodies to other men than girls are to one another. It’s that whole macho - I’m not gay – thing.”

“If they don’t shower I hear that the coach throws them in. I don’t think he likes having a bunch of sweaty Neanderthals around.” Replied Cheri.

“I can’t blame him.” Said Sara. The girls walked from the kitchen into the family room. Cheri flipped on MTV and they flopped down on a large oversized leather sofa.

“I’ll bet Chris Daniels has the biggest dick on the team” said Sara out of nowhere. She was having trouble getting the thought of all those guys showering out of her mind.

“I don’t know,” sighed Cheri, “the bigger the guy, sometimes the smaller the prick.”

Sara laughed and felt a wetness building in her panties as thoughts of Chris’s dick danced through her head. Cheri could tell that Sara’s mind was not on the music video and leaned over the couch, gently kissing Sara on the lips. Sara responded by gently pressing her lip to Cheri’s, slowly parting them to allow her tongue to very gently probe her friends mouth. Sara moved her hands over Cheri’s tight body, caressing her breasts though a Nike sports bra. Cheri’s nipples sprang to life, fighting the Lycra of the bra. Their lips then parted and the girls removed their shirts. Sara reached behind her back to unclasp the lacy red bra that supported her delightful breasts and Cheri slipped off her sports bra. The girls began to kiss again as they caressed each other’s breasts, pinching and teasing each other’s nipples. Cheri slowly pushed Sara down on the couch, straddling her waist. Her pussy could get no wetter and she slowly ground her mound against Sara with only the fabric of her Umbro soccer shorts between them. Sara reached up to play with Cheri’s tits as she slowly accelerated her grinding. The scent of sex began to permeate the air as Cheri began to whimper, her body tensing in anticipation of the coming explosion. Sara felt her Levis become wet as Cheri screamed, her body pulsating with wave after wave of electric pleasure.

Cheri took a deep breath and without saying a word, began to unbutton Sara’s jeans. As she pulled on them Sara lifted her pelvis into the air. As her jeans descended down her slender thighs they revealed a pair of red bikini cut panties, obviously moistened at the crotch. Cheri removed them both and began slowly kissing her way down Sara’s legs. As she came to the bald triangle of pleasure she began to lick Sara’s outer lips, then slowly probing deeper into her fold. As she did Sara moaned with pleasure and spread her legs as far apart as she could, revealing the source of her panties moisture.

Cheri flicked and licked Sara’s clit, causing her to jump and writhe with pleasure. “Oh God, yes, oh, ough, ohhh” moaned Sara. Moving her tongues then in circles around her friends love button, Cheri sensed that Sara was approaching climax. She gently placed her index finger into her pussy, moving it back and forth and Sara cried out in ecstasy as she felt her skin erupt in a flood of bliss.

“Holy shit, that was hot” said Sara. Cheri crawled up her friend, cuddling next to her on the couch.

“Just thinking about all those guys made me cum so hard!” declared Cheri.

“I can’t stop thinking about Chris” replied Sara.

As the two lay there, caressing each other and relishing the release of their mutual masturbation silence reigned. Their minds independently wandered through fantasies of fulfillment and teenage curiosity.

After a long period of time Cheri broke the silence, “What if we could get into the boys locker room while they are showering? We could check them out and decide which ones we wanted to talk to homecoming.”

“What if we get caught? It would be completely embarrassing plus we would be in deep, deep trouble. Besides, where would we hide? We don’t even know what it looks like in there.” Sara replied, trying to dismiss the plan.

“No, seriously! Think about it. The locker rooms are exactly the same, just reversed since they share a common wall between the showers. There’s the half wall between the locker area and the showers. If we sneak in while they’re in the showers, we can hide at the end of one of the locker bays and wait to see the goods. Besides, if they do see us, do you really think they’ll care? Who at school would believe them? We just can’t let the coach see us.” Cheri had become more committed to her plan. She ran over details in her head as they talked.

“You’re serious! Oh my gosh… Do you really think it could work?” asked Sara.

“Why not? Let’s do it after the game on Friday!” schemed Cheri.

“Let me think about it. I’ve got to get going.” Sara said as she got dressed and kissed Cheri goodbye. As she drove home, the plan ran through her head and she too became convinced it could work.

The next day at school, Sara met Cheri at their locker. “OK, I’m in.,” said Sara.

“Oh my God!” squealed Cheri in excitement for their scheme. “OK, as soon as the game is over, lets run to the gym and change. By then we should be able to sneak in and catch a peak of them!”

The girls parted ways for class as the first bell rang. They discussed the plan many times throughout the rest of the week, their anticipation building each day.

Once Friday finally came they went about their business as usual, meeting in the locker room to change into their uniforms before the game. Cheri smiled as Sara as she removed a pair of khaki shorts to put on her skirt noticing a damp spot in her Scooby-doo Underoo briefs. Sara chuckled, realizing her excitement was showing and quickly changed to hide the evidence.

The girls found themselves having trouble following the game with so much on their minds, but once the final quarter came to an end and their boys ran off the field victorious, the immediately began to put operation Look A Lot Of Dick into motion. They hurried ahead of the other girls to the locker room, changing into street clothes, both dawning a pair of shorts and LaCoste polo shirt. They then slowly slinked out of the girls’ locker room and down the hall to the boys.

Standing just outside the door they listened for the sound of running water. All they could hear was the whooping and wailing of the guys as the celebrated their victory. Not knowing if they had allowed for enough time, Cheri opened the door slightly. A wall blocked their immediate view so the girls quietly slunk into the entranceway, their hearts racing with excitement and fear.

Sara peaked her head around the corner of the barrier wall and saw several of the guys at various stages of removing their gear. Just then the coach came out and shouted for the guys to take a knee. Sara whipped back around the wall to avoid being seen.

“What did you see?” demanded Cheri.

“Just some guys without their shirts off. Nothing good yet.” whispered Sara.

Te girls listened as the coached congratulated the team and told them to stay focused, as this was only the first game of the season. The guys shouted and screamed as he went on for what seemed an eternity. Finally the coach told them he was proud of them and to shower up. The guys cheered together “Go Eagles!” (the school mascot) and returned to their chatter.

Cheri and Sara looked at each other and Cheri poked her head around the corner. Most of the guys had their shirts off at this point and were removing their football pants. Underneath was a pair of underwear that held more pads. Cheri’s mind raced as she watched for the guys remove this piece of their uniform. Underneath the guys wore their jock straps. Cheri’s mind raced as she saw all these guys with various builds. Most had well defined chests and muscular thighs and caves, their jocks holding up the packages that she longed to see. As the guys began to remove their jocks they sat down on the benches in the locker area, then removing their supportive garments, obscuring from view their tools. Cheri turned back to Sara in frustration.

“So what’s going on?” demanded Sara.

“They’re getting naked but all I can see is some hot bodies. They don’t seem to want to stand around with their dicks hanging out!” replied Cheri.

“Let me see,” whispered Sara as she moved Cheri aside and peaked around the wall. Coming into view were guys getting up and heading for the showers wrapped in small towels. “Dam!” she thought. Some of the guys sat on the benches talking but most had moved into the showers, removing their towels only once they were behind the half wall separating the shower and locker areas.

“I think we can move behind the far bank of lockers and get a better view if we move now.” Sara said returning to safety behind the wall.

“Let’s move then!” answered Cheri.

The girls darted from behind the wall across the far end of the locker room and behind a bank of lockers the boys apparently didn’t use. Slowly they moved down the length of the lockers until they came just out of sight at its end. Sara poked her head around the corner first, filled with fright and anticipation. Her heart seemed to stop as her line of sight cleared the locker bay and peered into the shower. There, under running water were more naked men than she could have ever imagined. The boys were rinsing off the grime of the game and calling each other names. The occasional towel snapped into a tight little ass. “What is it about a guys ass that get me so hot?” wondered Sara out loud. Just then Chris entered the shower. His massive chest and bulging arms caught her attention. She immediately felt her wetness increase as he removed his towel and flung it over the half wall of the shower. There before was the object of her desire a massive cock. It looked perfect in comparison to his body, his penis hanging about and inch below his testicles. As she watched Sara pressed her hand against her groin.

Cheri was becoming impatient and pulled Sara back taking her turn to peek. There in front of her were at least 20 guys showering off, dicks dangling about. She was amazed at how different they all seemed. Some were what she expected but others were surprising. Tim Bowen had what was likely the smallest dick of the bunch, looking like a thumb sticking out of a tight furry patch. Sean Seaverson, a small guy in stature was definitely the biggest. Her heart raced as she focused on his swaying member. It had to be over six inches. “I wonder how big it gets” thought Cheri.

The boys were beginning to finish up and a few stragglers came in. Sara pulled Cheri back. “This is great but how the hell are we going to get out of here? The guys will see us if we try to leave!”

“I didn’t think about that. Let’s stay here and hope that they don’t see us as they leave.” Cheri was suddenly very nervous as she crouched down. Her heart was racing.

The girls stayed behind the lockers and slowly, all the showers turned off. The girls could hear the guys filter out slowly and the noise levels tapered off. The coach came around the corner; walking right passed the girls, completely missing them. He shouted at the guys, “Hurry up, I got to go home.” The guys grumbled an affirmative response and began to leave. Finally just a few voices were left.

“You had a great game Chris. I want to see a lot more of that hitting next week.” The girls overheard the coach say.

“Thanks coach, I’ll work on it. You ready to go Sean?” Chris barked.

“Yeah, yeah.” replied Sean.

Cheri looked at Sara and held her hands a foot apart with a look of excitement on her face. Sara knew she was talking about Sean’s dick and giggled. The lights went out as they heard the door swing shut. They stayed there in silence for a few minutes until they thought that it was safe.

“Oh my God! That was amazing! That was the biggest dick I ever saw!” exclaimed Cheri.

“To big for me. That thing would go in my pussy and pop out my throat!” laughed Sara. “But Chris, that was just right. Big but not too big. He was all muscle.”

“He is hot. Did you see Tim Bowen?!” asked Cheri as both the girls began to laugh uncontrollably.

“Oh my god, that was a joke!” said Sara as the girls turned the corner of the lockers making their way out the door.

Just as they reached the privacy wall to the locker room exit the door flew open and the lights flicked on. The girls screamed and froze in place, time stopping for them. Around the corner came Chris.

“What the hell are you two doing in here?” he asked looking surprised.

“Uh, we were looking for Tim Bowen.” Said Cheri. The two girls looked at each other and started to laugh uncontrollably.

Chris looked quizzically at them both. “I was just down the hall taking with coach. I didn’t see you walk by. How did you get in?”

The girls stopped laughing. Sara had some sweat forming on her brow as Cheri began to answer, “Well, we kind of, well, we snuck in.”

“How did you sneak in? Is there a door between the coaches offices?” asked Chris.

“Um, yeah. The door.” responded Sara with a sigh of relief. Both girls thought they might get away with this yet.

Chris, still confused, walked towards the coach’s office, which had a large window and looked in. “Where’s the door?”

At this point the girls knew they were busted. They just looked at him. They couldn’t make up any more lies off the tops of their heads.

“You guys were in here the whole time weren’t you!” Chris said as he slowly put the pieces together. “You were checking us out. That’s why you were laughing at Tim.”

After a long pause Sara looked at the ground and nodded her head.

“Wow, that took balls! We always talk about doing something like that, but…” Chris shook his head in amazement as he pondered what was happening.

“Your not mad at us are you?” asked Sara sheepishly.

“For what it’s worth, we liked what we saw.” Said Cheri.

“And just what is it that you saw?” asked Chris.

“Everything I had hoped to see and more.” Sara replied in a seductive voice.

Sheepishly Chris answered, “Well, you know, in fairness… I think I should get to see you guys.”

The girls looked at each other. Cheri gave Sara a look that definitely meant let’s get the hell out of here but Sara gave a look which could only mean please do this! Cheri slumped her shoulders and sighed, “OK, but if you tell anyone, I will spread a rumor that Tim is bigger than you.”

Chris excitedly declared, “Deal.”

The girls looked at each other again and giggled a little. Sara started first, lifting her polo shirt over her head revealing a silky black lace bra. Cheri followed suit and covered her unsupported breasts with one arm as she lifted off her shirt with the other.

Chris was in awe of the two beautiful girls. He had fantasized about them both before and this turn of events caused him to ten in his pants. Sara took notice of his growing enthusiasm and stuck her thumbs under the band of her shorts. Teasingly she unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper. She then turned around, slowly lowering the shorts down her firm legs, revealing white cotton panties clinging to her perfectly shaped ass. She bent over to remove her shorts from around her ankles, giving an amazing view of her pussy mound from the rear.

With that Chris was fully erect and his jeans were straining to retain his throbbing member. Cheri had been growing hot as well watching Sara’s routine and dropped her arm, showing fully her small perky breasts as she pushed her shorts to the ground revealing her sparsely covered blond pussy.

“Not big on underwear I see. I like that.” said Chris.

“Shut up and watch.”, replied Cheri.

With that the girls laughed and Sara moved towards Chris reaching out and touching his large muscular chest. She looked up and down his body before peering up into his eyes.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

“I’ve dreamed about you a million times and it was never as good as this.” He replied.

With that she reached up to his neck, lowering his head and began kissing him. As they kissed she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, finding his taught smooth muscles underneath. Cheri was enjoying the show and leaned back on one of the benches, massaging her breasts, slowly slinking down to her waiting love tunnel.




Cheer for Curiosity



Sara stepped back from Chris and removed his shirt. Rubbing his arms and chest, she moved down his stomach and began to unbutton his jeans. As she did Chris could feel his excitement growing even more. She slid his jeans down his legs to find a pair of plaid boxer shorts. As the jeans passed over his bulge his dick sprang out from his boxers. I was long and hard. Sara kissed the tip as she pulled the boxers over it.

Cheri had begun to message her lips, assisted by the increasing moisture flowing from her when the door flew open and Sean walked in shouting, “Chris, I’ve been fucking waiting for …. What the fuck is going on here?”

Cheri screamed and grabbed her shirt in a futile attempt to completely cover herself. Sara who had begun to explore Chris’s shaft with her tongue yelped, falling to the floor, covering her breasts with her hands. “The girls were spying on us in the shower and agreed it was only fair to let us see them too.” Chris explained.

“They were watching us?”, Sean paused thinking to himself. “Cool.” With that he walked up to Cheri. “I’ve wanted to see your sweet little ass for a long time. Show me the goods!”

“Fuck you ass hole! I’d rather lick vomit of a dogs balls that get with you.” Shouted Cheri.

Chris looked apologetically at her, “Come on, I didn’t mean to be like that. I’m sorry. Here, will this make you more comfortable?” With that he began to remove his clothes, stripping down to his boxers that were heavy with the weight of his giant cock.

Cheri watched with interest, “Everything off and we’ll talk.”

Without hesitation Sean removed his boxers revealing a huge soft penis. Cheri dropped her shirt and approached him, kissing him while reaching down to touch his trouser snake.

Chris reached down and helped Sara up to her feet, assuring her everything was all right. Slowly he kicked off his pants, boxers and shoes and then began to remove Sara’s bra. Her milky white breasts fell from their bindings and he began to explore them with his large hands. Sara groaned as he reached into her panties while rolling her nipple. The touch of her bare skin against his hand caused him to fly into a passionate furry. Chris removed her panties and lifted her up into the air, returning her to rest her crotch just above his rigid pole. She wrapped her legs around him and he walked towards a wall, resting her back against it while passionately kissing her.

Sean had sprung into action with the attention that Cheri had given to his rod. She couldn’t stand to close to him because all 11 inches of man stood between them. Sean slowly walked her back to a bench, laying her down and slid his lips gently down her body, licking her nipples and stomach until finally ending at her waiting twat. He slowly entered her hole with his tongue, probing through her blond pubes. Her constant moaning was proof that his efforts were appreciated.

Chris had begun to message Sara clit with his thumb as they pressed against the wall and was more than sure she was ready to receive him. He looked into her eyes, “Sara, would you like to…” “Yes, fuck me now!” Sara demanded. With that Chris lifted her and lowered his pelvis, lining his dick up with her waiting hole. Slowly, he let her down impaling her inch by inch on his manhood. “Oh my GOD!” Sara shouted. “”Put it in! All the way in!” Chris slowly continued until their pelvises met. “I feel so full with you in me Chris. Oh God you feel good.” With that Chris began to lift her up and down his cock, slowly, lovingly. Soon Sara was using her legs that were wrapped around his waist to push down, forcing his cock deeper and deeper and with more and more force.

The sounds of her friend being fucked were driving Cheri over the edge. Sean was a master at eating pussy and her threshold for pleasure was reaching its climax. As he licked and sucked, licked and sucked her clit, she screamed out AAAAAAAhhhhhhh and juices came gushing from her coating Sean’s face. She writhed and bucked against his mouth for nearly a minute before relaxing her body on the bench. With a pause for breathing she looked at him, “Fuck me, please fuck me.”

Sean got up and collected the clothes on the floor and placed them in a pile in front of her. He then reached out his hand and told her to get down on all fours. She squealed with delight at the thought of doggie style, especially with such a huge dick. As she got into position Sean lowered himself onto his knees and lined his cock up with her dripping wet slit. She arched her back and lowered her head as he drove his penis into her. “Aaargh!” she screamed as he plowed the first 6 inches into her. He pulled back and drove in the whole thing. “Aaaaaaa fuck!” she shouted. Sean continued to pull back and drive his cock deep into her hole, pounding away at her. Her screams of pleasure echoed in the locker room.

Chris had begun to speed his pace and Sara could feel her orgasm mounting. “Chris, I’m going to cum! Oh God! Oh God, I’m going to cum! Oh God, Oh! Oh! Huuuuuugh!” Just as Sara began bucking like a bronco Chris drove his dick deep into Sara and erupted in an inferno of cum. Sara slowed her movement and juices dripped down her hole, over his cock and down his balls. Chris kissed Sara, leaving his penis inside her as it began to retreat to its normal size.

Sean had been trying hard to hold back his load but knew that his balls had retracted fully and that he could fight the tingling no longer. Cheri, sensing his penis growing even harder cried out, “Cum in me! I want to feel your hot load!” With that Sean pulled back and drove his cock as deep as he could blowing his load deep within her. His throbbing member jumped inside of Cheri and threw her over the edge causing her to cum again, bucking back and forth.

As both couples withdrew from their lovemaking Sean asked, “Can we try this in your locker room next Friday?”



Cheer Moms



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.



If I told you that I'm 42 years old and I closely follow cheerleading competition schedules for high school age girls, you'd probably assume that I'm some sort of pervert. You may be right, but not in the way you would likely be expecting. It isn't the high school age girls I'm interested in hooking up with when I just happen to book my business trips in the same city as the competitions; it is their moms. It was pretty much by accident that I discovered how the mothers chaperoning these events typically leave their husbands behind and quite often are open to an adventure, especially when it allows them to escape from all of the teen drama. I was initially intrigued by all of the young, nubile, athletic bodies running around the first time I encountered one of these events until I recalled how loud and annoying teenage girls could be. I was seriously considering changing hotels when I got a few smiles and some flirting from not just one but a handful of the moms. After a wild night with one of them, I not only decided not to check out, but decided to initiate some further investigations.

After a few business trips scheduled to coincide with competitions, and a memorable hook-up at each one, I became a follower of the schedules, if not of the actual competitions themselves. I had to be careful to spread them around, though, so I didn't run into the same cheer moms and start to arouse suspicion. I probably put what might be considered an unusual amount of thought into trying to get laid by married women with teenage daughters, but when these women cut loose, it could quite often be mindblowing. And it wasn't as if they were cougars, because in most cases, we were very close in age.

I still had to be careful because, as I was prowling for a MILF, I could very easily be mistaken for somebody prowling for a teenager. I would typically try to avoid anywhere that the younger girls were congregating if possible and focus on figuring out where their moms were. If I had to work on them in a group, that typically wasn't a problem, because the daring one would make an excuse to isolate herself to flirt with me alone. More often, though, I'd chat up a number of moms individually until I found one who was interested in playing. There was never a type, either; I'd never have been willing to make a bet on who the horny or adventurous one would be. Sometimes it was the one who'd put the most effort into her appearance, sometimes it was the pudgy, boisterous one with the big titties, sometimes it was the quiet, mousy, unassuming one; not knowing was always part of the adventure.

There was one particularly memorable occasion when I caught a look at one of the moms in the lobby amongst a gaggle of giggling girls, but it was clear that she had total control of the room. She was cute but on the plain side with short, curly light brown hair and glasses. She was wearing track pants and her ass looked just as nice as most of the teenage girls' asses, if not better. Otherwise, she looked like she was in pretty good shape. It just so happened that, by the time I made it over to the elevator, she ended up joining me waiting there before the elevator arrived.

"I have to tell you," I said, "the level of control you commanded back there was quite impressive."

"Thanks," she replied with a smile, "but if you don't have control, it can be like herding cats."

"Do you get a break now?" I asked, not really flirting yet, just testing the waters.

"No," she replied, "I just forgot something up in my room. I might get a break after their curfew, but not before then. It's too bad there's not a spa in this hotel, but it'd probably be closed by then anyway."

"I wish I could help," I said as we boarded the elevator, "but I can't offer you much more than a glass of wine and a foot rub. On the plus side, it'd be much cheaper than a spa treatment."

"You never know," she replied, surprising me with her sultry smile, "I may be desperate by tonight."

I casually threw out my room number without much expectation but I thought there was a little bit more swing in her walk as I watched her ass when she exited the elevator. Just in case, I made sure to slip out and pick up a bottle of red wine and a corkscrew. It wasn't hard to tell what time curfew was because the hotel suddenly grew very quiet. I was in lounge pants and a t-shirt by that point, fiddling around on my laptop while drinking my first glass of wine. I was pleasantly surprised when there was a knock on my door and beyond pleased to see the woman from the elevator standing outside. I opened the door and let her in.

"I hope you weren't kidding about that wine," she said, sounding a bit stressed out, "because I may just need the entire bottle and a straw."

She was still dressed the same and I watched her ass as she entered the room, heading toward the wine bottle. There was another glass sitting there for her, so she filled it and topped off mine, as well.

"To restraint against the urge to murder a teenage girl," she toasted.

"And a lack of restraint when the situation calls for it," I replied as we clinked glasses.

"Sit down," I said, once we'd taken a sip and she'd smiled at the taste, "vent a little if you need to."

I thought she might sit at the table near the wine, but she sat on the bed, peeking at my laptop screen as she did and only seeing the spreadsheet I'd been working on. I sat facing her and, as she started talking not only about the teens who'd been getting on her nerves, but some of the other moms, too, her foot was soon in my lap and I was massaging it. I also learned that her name was Deidre (like "daydream" without the "m" she said). It wasn't long after I'd finished the first foot, which remained in my lap, and was working on the second when she both finished her glass of wine and started massaging my cock with the foot not currently in my hands. My cock immediately began to grow and obviously tented out my loose lounge pants. She pulled her other foot from my hands and massaged my tool between her feet as I slipped a foot between her thighs and ran my toes over her pussy. Soon after that she pulled her feet back and got up on her knees, pushing me onto my back as she reached for the waistband of my lounge pants.

Lying on my back, I raised my ass so that she could get my lounge pants down and she soon had them off and cast aside. Kneeling between my spread legs, she took my cock in her hand and pumped it briefly before wrapping her lips around it. I moaned as her hot, wet mouth engulfed my tool and began to slide slowly up and down it while she pumped the base and caressed my balls. I relished her oral talents while I had the opportunity because it was only a few minutes before she abandoned my cock and stood on the bed. I was fully attentive as she dropped both her track pants and panties, exposing her light brown bush, then stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

She was quickly on her knees again, straddling me as she guided my throbbing tool into her dripping pussy. I easily slid all the way in as we both moaned and she closed her eyes. I reached around to squeeze and caress her sweet ass as she started to slowly ride me. It felt as spectacular as it had looked so I was focused temporarily on the soft, smooth flesh while she bounced up and down on my tool. Watching her tits bouncing slightly along with her, though, while still covered by both her shirt and bra, I wanted to get a better look at them and see them bouncing a bit more freely. I slid my hands up from her ass and pulled her shirt up until she was slipping her head and arms out of it. Letting it drop beside us, my hands went to her tits, feeling her hard nipples pressing out through her bra. I caressed them through the material before reaching back and unfastening it. She tossed it aside once it had slid down her arms but my hands were immediately on her bare tits.

Her tits were not large but they were nice handfuls and her nipples were nice and hard. I caressed the soft, smooth flesh and brushed my palms over her hard nipples while still appreciating the feel of her pussy sliding up and down my tool. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open with the occasional gasp or moan escaping from it. As my hands traveled over her tits, down over the smooth skin of her waist and back around to her ass, she was gradually increasing her pace while her moaning grew louder. I was pushing up into her each time she came down so that she could get the full length of my shaft, which was a little easier when she leaned forward, supporting herself on her arms. I was able to lick and suck her nipples in this position while continuing to push up as she rocked back on my cock.

My hands had gravitated back to her ass, and I relished feeling it in my hands, feeling her hot pussy sliding up and down my tool and feeling her hard nipples against my lips and tongue while she rode me harder. She suddenly went into slow motion when she started to cum and I could feel her body trembling as a whimper escaped her lips. I let my head drop back and just lay there, letting her do whatever she needed to in order to prolong the pleasure she was experiencing. Her pussy felt hotter and wetter as it was flooded with lubricants during her orgasm so I was thinking that I'd take control once she was done and give her a good, hard fucking.

"Can I fuck you from behind?" I asked once she'd opened her eyes again and had smiled down at me. She nodded and, staying on her knees, moved off beside me. I was quickly up on my knees, moving around behind her. Her ass was truly a work of art so I caressed it and ran my tongue between her cheeks, causing her to shiver, before guiding my cock back into her. She pushed back against me as I went back to caressing her cheeks then I started thrusting my cock in and out of her good and hard. Each time my hips tapped her ass, it jiggled just a bit. I found it just a bit more difficult to fuck her hard with my hands on her ass, so I moved them up to her waist and pulled her back with each thrust. Her head was resting on the comforter and I noted that one arm had reached down below her, presumably to stroke her clit.

"Don't cum in me, okay?" she requested, "I want to finish you with my mouth."

Since I hadn't had the opportunity to eat her pussy, I was thinking sixty-nine as I continued to fuck her and was feeling the stirrings of my orgasm. I ran my hands over her ass and back and around to cup her swinging tits as my cock slid in and out of her and the level of pleasure I was feeling increased. Wanting to thoroughly enjoy her oral skills as much as her pussy, I didn't wait until I was on the verge of cumming to pull out of her. She was able to remain on her knees as I moved to lie beside her on my back. She positioned herself over me and immediately took my throbbing, slippery cock in her hand, pumping it before wrapping her lips around it again. I gazed up at her trim, light brown bush above me as her mouth engulfed my tool and I couldn't help but moan.

As she started sucking my cock, I was running my hands over her ass before raising my head to lick her pussy. She was overflowing with pungent juices, so I attempted to lap up as much of them as I could before licking and sucking her clit. One finger slid into her so easily that I added a second and pumped them while my lips and tongue stimulated her clit. Her moaning indicated that she was enjoying what I was doing, but she still remained focused on sucking my cock and caressing my balls. I was definitely savoring the feeling of her mouth sliding up and down my tool while one hand pumped the base. She was a talented cocksucker and I appreciated being on the receiving end of those skills.

As the level of pleasure I was feeling continued to increase and I knew I was getting closer to cumming, my cock was starting to grow even thicker. Deidre wasn't put off at all and just continued making me feel incredible. Even when I exploded into her mouth, she swallowed my load and kept milking it out of me until I had absolutely nothing left. I'd paused in eating her pussy as I came, but went back to it with a vengeance once I was spent. She let my cock fall from her mouth and rested her head on my thigh while moaning loudly as I devoured her pussy. I could feel it becoming more engorged around my thrusting fingers as I licked and sucked her clit and it wasn't much longer before she let out a cry and her body started shaking. I continued what I'd been doing while she rode out a long, intense orgasm, stopping only once she'd let out a long sigh and had gone completely still.

I dropped my head back and slipped my fingers from her pussy into my mouth, still gazing up at her trim bush above me. After a bit, she rolled off beside me and I moved up next to her.

"That was fun," she finally said, "and I hate to run out immediately after, but I probably should go check in."

"Don't sweat it," I assured her, "You know where to find me if you end up with some more free time."

I watched as she got up and gathered her clothes, slowly pulling them back on. She came over and gave me a kiss goodbye and a big smile, so I knew she wasn't regretting what had happened, which was something I had witnessed on occasion. This encounter was fairly typical of what I'd experience when I was on the prowl for cheerleaders' moms, but there were a few atypical and incredibly memorable occasions as well. A really good example is the time that I was riding the hotel elevator down to the lobby and two moms who I'd seen separately earlier got on together. One had short blonde hair, a narrow waist and a decent rack while the other was brunette with more curves. They were in the middle of a discussion that I tried not to obviously listen in on.

"Do you know if there is a bar nearby?" the brunette finally asked me.

"Sure," I replied, "there's one right down on the lobby level."

"Really?" asked the brunette, "I never noticed it."

"It isn't right out there in plain sight," I told her, "You kind of have to be looking for it."

"I don't know, Jane," the blonde said, "We don't want any of the kids seeing us having a drink. It might send the wrong message."

"Actually," I interrupted, "unless somebody is specifically looking for you in there, it is unlikely that anyone will accidentally find you."

They seemed skeptical, so I offered to show them since I didn't really have a destination in mind other than wherever I could find a horny MILF. They were surprised by the isolated location of the hotel bar and pleased that there was a table available that wasn't visible from outside.

"Thank you so much," Jane said, with a bit of smolder in her eyes, "Can you join us for a drink?"

"Only if you let me buy the first round," I insisted.

"Well, we can only really have one," the blonde, Cheryl, replied, "We have to be prepared even if we aren't on-duty."

"Okay, one drink," I replied, "your choice, my treat."

They ordered three margaritas which I was pleased turned out to be pretty strong. I was getting a good vibe from Jane but Cheryl definitely needed to loosen up just a little.

"Do you know if there are any other adults-only activities here in the hotel that wouldn't impair our judgment but also would give us a break from the kids?" Cheryl asked after we'd been drinking and making small talk for a bit. I smirked and Jane raised her eyebrows then gave me a sultry smile before turning to Cheryl.

"I have a pretty good idea of how to spend a few hours together," Jane said to Cheryl, clearly also making a point of some sort with her eyes. Cheryl's look went from inquisitive to realization to a big smile as she turned to me, giving me a good feeling about where this was heading.

"Cheryl and I have been looking forward to sharing a room on this trip so that we could play together, but I think we both agree that an additional playmate will make playtime even more fun," Jane explained.

We made short work of the rest of our drinks and, while I settled the tab, they headed up to their room where I would meet them. I made sure the hallway was clear before I knocked lightly and the door was immediately opened by Cheryl. They were still dressed, which pleased me because I wanted to either watch them undress or help them. Cheryl closed and locked the door behind me then followed me into the room where Jane stood waiting.

"Why don't you take a seat and let us entertain you first," Jane said, so I sat on the end of the bed as Cheryl approached her. They started to make out and my cock was immediately hard. Cheryl's arms went around Jane's neck while Jane reached down to squeeze Cheryl's ass. Jane started to pull Cheryl's shirt out of her jeans so they parted as Cheryl raised her arms. Her white bra was revealed and, as soon as her top was cast aside, Jane was caressing her tits. Cheryl relished this momentarily before working Jane's blouse up to reveal her black bra. Their tits were about the same size, but Cheryl's looked bigger against her slighter frame. They caressed each other's tits as I noted both had very hard nipples standing out, then each reached for the other's jeans. Cheryl worked Jane's jeans down first, revealing her black thong panties then Jane worked Cheryl's down to reveal her white bikini panties.

"Let me see," I requested and they both turned to face me then turned around and showed me their asses. They bent over briefly and, once they'd straightened up, turned sideways so that Jane was facing Cheryl's back. She unfastened Cheryl's bra then they both turned and Cheryl unfastened Jane's. Holding the cups against their tits, they turned to face me again and let the bras slide down their arms simultaneously. They both had large areolas and thick, hard nipples, but Cheryl's were lighter pink due to her fair skin while Jane's were darker. My cock was ready to burst from my jeans and they still had their panties on.

They held their breasts up to me then Cheryl moved behind Jane and cupped her tits while kissing her neck. She slowly dropped to her knees and started to take Jane's thong panties down, revealing a narrow, dark brown bush just above Jane's shaved slit. My mouth was watering as I thought about eating her. Cheryl was massaging Jane's ass but soon stood and allowed Jane to stand behind her and caress her tits before dropping to her knees. Jane slowly slid Cheryl's panties down, revealing a very blonde, trim bush.

"You like?" Jane asked as she stood, running her hands over Cheryl's skin on the way up.

"Why don't you come over and see just how much I like?" I suggested and they came over and knelt before me. I leaned back on my elbows as they opened my jeans while taking turns rubbing the bulge that was threatening to burst through my fly. I lifted my ass as they worked my jeans and briefs down, my throbbing cock springing outward. They both gasped and took turns caressing it before getting my jeans, underwear, shoes and socks the rest of the way off. I yanked my shirt off myself and was quickly as naked as they were while they moved in close and Jane wrapped her lips around my tool while Cheryl fondled my balls. I moaned not only at the incredible feeling of her hot mouth but at the visual, as well. Watching Cheryl take her turn sucking my cock was equally hot, but I knew they must both be dripping wet, so I suggested I do something for them, too.




Cheer Moms



I moved up to the middle of the bed while they decided that Cheryl would ride my cock and Jane would straddle my head. I watched intently as Cheryl climbed up on the bed, her tits bouncing as she moved closer to my cock. My focus was on her blonde bush as she guided my cock toward it while kneeling over me. As she eased herself down on it, we both moaned and she just sat there for a minute feeling it inside her. Jane had moved up next to the bed so my attention was drawn to her as she climbed up beside me on her knees. She didn't straddle my head until Cheryl had started moving and we'd had a chance to watch my cock sliding in and out below her blonde bush.

When Jane swung her leg over my head, my attention was riveted to her landing strip and shaved lips. As soon as it was close enough, I started lapping the juices flowing from her slit while squeezing and caressing her ass. Jane started moaning immediately so I glanced up and, as I was admiring her swinging tits and noting her grip on the headboard, I was pleased to see Cheryl's hands start to caress Jane's tits. As Cheryl was stimulating Jane's hard nipples, I started to lick and suck her clit while slipping first one, then a second finger up into her pussy. She was incredibly wet, so it was easy to pump both fingers in and out while I worked on her clit. She made it clear through her vocalizations that she was experiencing a great deal of pleasure due to my and Cheryl's attention.

Cheryl's pussy felt great sliding up and down my tool, but I couldn't hear much noise coming from her. I was wondering if she was more focused on Jane's pleasure, much as I was. The thought of her bouncing tits and her blonde bush along with the feel of her pussy definitely kept me aroused, though. I reached out with the hand that was still on Jane's ass and found Cheryl's pussy so I lightly stroked her clit while she continued to ride me. Jane continued to get louder the longer I ate her pussy and I could feel it becoming more engorged around my pumping fingers. It didn't surprise me when she came first, letting out a cry as her body quivered and my fingers were flooded with more of her juices. I glanced up again to confirm that Cheryl was still fondling her tits as she was cumming, just as I was continuing to lick and suck her clit while pumping my fingers. When she'd apparently finished cumming, Jane climbed off of my face, my fingers slipping free, and knelt beside us.

"You need to try that," she told Cheryl, who was still riding me slowly. They made out and fondled each other's tits momentarily before Cheryl moved off of my cock and repositioned her blonde bush over my face. I had to admire it for a moment at close range before starting to lick up her slit, tasting her abundant juices. Now I was hearing Cheryl making some noise and, as I continued to lap up her slit, I felt Jane straddle me and take my cock in her hand. I was moaning as Jane eased herself down on my tool, engulfing it in her hot, slippery pussy. While she started riding me, I slipped a couple of fingers into Cheryl and began to lick and suck her clit. Cheryl got a lot louder very quickly and I glanced up to see if Jane's hands were on her tits, stimulating her hard nipples. They weren't but I continued to admire her pale globes swinging overhead.

Despite her lack of telltale noises, Cheryl had apparently been on her way to an orgasm based on how quickly she was continuing to build up as I ate her. Her pussy was gushing with nectar around my probing fingers and her moans were growing louder. Jane's hands did find their way to her swaying tits, which I think only helped her along. I was running my free hand over her smooth, taut ass while making a mental note to explore it much more closely just as I had her blonde bush. She let out a cry as she started to cum, her body shaking above me. Jane was encouraging her verbally while still fondling her tits. She rode out a long, intense orgasm as Jane and I continued to stimulate her, letting out a long sigh once her orgasm had tapered off.

She climbed off my head and turned to face Jane again.

"I told you, didn't I?" Jane said while continuing to slowly ride my cock.

"You did," Cheryl agreed before leaning in to kiss her while caressing her bouncing tits. She then kissed her way down to lick and suck Jane's nipples before continuing further south. Jane moaned loudly as Cheryl started licking her clit while she was riding me. Meanwhile, I reached over and caressed Cheryl's dangling breast and, noting that she was basically on all-fours, I had an idea.

"Cheryl, how would you like to eat Jane's pussy and get fucked?" I asked.

"I would like that very much," she replied, turning away from Jane's pussy and kissing me. I could taste Jane on her tongue as we briefly made out before she straightened up and Jane dismounted me. I got up onto my knees as Jane propped herself up on pillows placed against the headboard while spreading her legs. Cheryl lowered her head between Jane's thighs as I knelt behind her and caressed her ass. Jane was moaning and fondling her tits as Cheryl went to work on her pussy while I took my cock in hand and guided it back into Cheryl's pussy. I slid easily into her hot, slippery pussy until my hips pressed against her ass, then took her by the waist and started to slowly slide in and out of her.

I was watching over Cheryl's shoulder as she was licking and sucking Jane's clit while fingering her pussy and slipped my own hands down to cup Cheryl's swinging tits. Since both of her hands were occupied, one penetrating Jane's pussy and the other supporting herself, I ultimately ended up sliding a hand up from one of her tits to gently caress her clit as I continued to fuck her. She started pushing back against my incoming thrusts, but it ended up being Jane who came first a few minutes later. I had been watching Jane since she'd gone from looking down at Cheryl and running her fingers through Cheryl's hair to throwing her own head back and closing her eyes while moaning longer and louder. I smiled as she started to shake, her tits jiggling. Cheryl raised her head only once Jane had gone quiet and still, first licking her nipples then kissing her as she continued to push back against me.

Cheryl graciously agreed to a reposition where Jane would be eating her as I fucked Jane. Jane moved down the bed on her back and I wedged the pillows under her ass. Cheryl straddled her head while facing me so, once I'd slipped my cock into Jane while kneeling between her spread legs, Cheryl and I started kissing and my hands went right to her tits. Jane apparently went right to work eating Cheryl's pussy because Cheryl was soon moaning as her tongue explored my mouth. I was pumping my cock in and out of Jane's slick pussy while Cheryl reached down to stroke her clit. There was no doubt that we were all feeling sufficiently stimulated.

Cheryl had to pull her mouth from mine and rest her head on my shoulder the longer Jane ate her pussy as she felt the need to loudly express the pleasure she was feeling. I continued to slide my cock in and out of Jane, feeling my own orgasm stirring while my hands remained on Cheryl's tits. I wasn't too worried about cumming inside Jane because I knew Cheryl was right on the brink and, once she'd cum, I was planning to slip my cock back into both of their mouths. In the meantime, I was relishing the feel of Jane's hot, wet pussy as well as the feel of Cheryl's soft, smooth tits.

Cheryl finally gasped and started to tremble as she came once again. I kept right on fucking Jane until Cheryl started to move off of her face, then slipped my cock out of her and stood up. As Cheryl remained kneeling on the bed, I brought my throbbing cock close to her face. She immediately engulfed it and I moaned while Jane got up and knelt beside Cheryl, who then offered my cock to her. I had one hand resting on each of their heads as they alternated sucking my cock and I felt my orgasm finally beginning to build in earnest. I savored the pleasure that I was feeling as well as the visual of two yummy MILFs inhaling my tool. When I finally reached the point of no return, I started blasting my load into Jane's mouth but she generously shared my bounty with Cheryl. They continued to alternate sucking my cock until I was completely spent, then turned to make out with each other.

I dropped down onto the bed and watched them until they parted and joined me, lying on either side. I almost spent the night with them, meaning that they did have me sneak out in the wee hours of the morning, not only so no one caught me but also so they could get at least a couple hours of sleep. After that night, I managed to spend some time with each of them separately but we couldn't manage another threesome. I made sure to titfuck each of them, among other things, and realized that Cheryl was a lot more into kissing than Jane was, though Jane did have me fuck her ass, which Cheryl did not.

So, think what you will about my fixation with high school cheerleading tournaments, but I think I've made my case.



Cheer Whore



My daughter Cathleen had just turned 18 and I was contemplating her life the day after. She had been a good student and cheerleader. She had always been helpful around the house too. Though a few months before her birthday I noticed she was acting different: she wasn't looking me in the eye as much when she spoke, she stopped talking to my wife and me about her life, I rarely even saw her around the house, she was also losing weight when she didn't really need to. I wasn't sure what to make of it all at first. I was worried about her, but nothing would have prepared me for what she did that Saturday.

My wife was out with her sister and my son was away at college. My daughter came running down the stairs dressed in a pair of white short shorts with the word 'CHEER!' written across her butt, and a skintight matching belly shirt with the same word written across her chest. I have to admit that I had been sexually fantasizing about Cathleen for a couple of years prior to this, so the skimpy white clothing was a nice treat. She ran around the couch and stood right in front of me.

She spoke quickly and seemed a little rushed, "Hey daddy, do you like my outfit? I'm gonna wear it to the tryouts in college."

She spun as slowly as her speedy mind set would allow her, and invited me to view her beautiful petite body. I could tell she had nothing on under her new little outfit and I loved it. Cathleen's mother is a small Jewish woman, while I am half Italian and half Polish. The mixture created a beautiful innocent looking young woman.  My daughter was only 5'2" tall, so the ten pounds she lost over the past couple months really made a difference in her appearance. Her long straight dark hair spread out around her pretty face as she spun. A small slice of each butt cheek was just barely visible, but her ass had lost a lot of its sexy, meaty bounce. Her ass was never round or voluptuous, but it did have a little more substance before she lost the weight. Her hips were narrow and remained the same, while her waist had gotten smaller, giving her a nicer hourglass figure. Her whole body looked leaner; in some ways I liked it and in others I didn't. Her tits were about the only thing that didn't change. She was a B cup, which looked large on her tiny frame. 

"The outfit looks great honey, but your getting so skinny lately."

She was happy with what I said, "Thanks daddy. I'm down to Ninety-five pounds, and I want to lose five more."

"Well I think you should gain five more!" I was honest.

She tried to explain, "Remember daddy, the lighter I am, the higher I can be thrown. The higher I get thrown the better my chances of making the college team.

I noticed the pupils on her big beautiful brown eyes were dilated, so I asked with concern, "Honey are you all right?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Why?"

"Well you're running around here and talking really fast. Your eyes look dilated too. It's not like you."

She responded logically, "Too much coffee this morning I guess."

I was naive and I believed her, "Sit down and relax a little bit then. I didn't know caffeine could do all that."

"Ok daddy. Actually, I wanted to ask you something anyway. I wanted to borrow some money."

I should also admit that I spoiled my only daughter, "Sure honey, are you going to a club or something tonight?"

She spoke hesitantly, "Um... No actually... I need a thousand dollars."

I was in disbelief, "What! Why?"

"I'm sorry but I can't tell you daddy. I promised Jena that I wouldn't tell you."

"That's too much! Especially since I don't know what it's for."

She leaned into me and hugged me, "Please Daddy! Its really important."

The warmth of her body melted me, "I don't think so honey, its just too much."

The actions she took next were totally unexpected and stopped me in my tracks. Today I wish my wife and son were home that day, but at the time I was glad they weren't. 

She continued to beg as she placed her delicate little hand over my crotch and squeezed, "Please! I'll do anything daddy."

I was frozen and at a loss for words. For the past two years I had been playing out fantasies similar to this in my head, but I never expected it to come true. My body coursed with adrenalin and my cock immediately began to get hard as Cathleen squeezed it.

I tried to be the good father when I was finally able to speak, "Honey this is totally inappropriate. Not to mention your mother too."

"Daddy, I'm not stupid and I'm no virgin either. I've seen the way you look at me when mom isn't around."

I responded, "If we do this it will change our relationship for the rest of our lives."

I didn't stop Cathleen from rubbing my cock through my pants, and by that point I was throbbing at full potential up into her hand. I knew it was only a matter of time, and the more time I spent battling with my conscience, the less time I had to escape the situation.

Her voice became softer and higher pitched, while she spoke in a flirtatious and seductive manner, "C'mon daddy, I know you want it and I need the money. Mom will never find out and I promise that things will only get better between us after this."

My hormones got the better of me, and I put my hand high on her thigh. Her leg was firm yet her skin was so soft and smooth. My hand could wrap more than half way around the thickest part of her thin little leg. She understood my gesture and without speaking a word she unzipped my pants to release my hot throbbing cock. Cathleen got down on her knees in front of me between my legs. She held my cock in her hand and looked at it for just a second, then she took it right into her throat with one gulp. I knew that she had plenty of experience as she was deep throating me like a pro. Every time her face came down, I could feel her slippery throat open up around the head of my cock. She was supporting herself with both hands, as she tried to increase her speed and force the last inch of my cock down her throat despite making herself gag. Finally she slowed her pace and tried to catch her breath through her nose.

As I ran my hands through her silky dark hair, I asked, "Have you ever charged money before?"

She shook her head no without skipping a beat on my cock. I then grabbed her hair in my hand and applied some downward force to the back of her head. Not much at first, but when I noticed that she wasn't resisting I pushed her down harder and harder. When her nose was eventually pressed tightly against my lower abs, I held it there for quite a while. She wasn't resisting, and I could feel her throat trying to gag around my cock. Finally I felt her push against my hand as it held her down. I let her up right away, and she gagged violently and almost spit up. 

"So if its one thousand for this great blow job, how much will it cost to see you nude?"

She responded, "Don't be silly daddy, I'm gonna fuck you."

I was so happy, "Oh god yes! Well then you better move along before I finish in your throat honey."

I was in a bit of shock as I finally realized what was happening. Cathleen quickly removed her tiny shorts and shirt. Her small pussy was freshly shaven and very smooth to the touch. I could also see that she was already sopping wet. Her areolas were a light pink and about an inch and a half in diameter. Her pink nipples stuck out like little pencil erasers. I too removed my clothing. I ran my hands over her tight little body as she mounted me, trying to preserve in my memory the way it all felt. Her skin was so soft and smooth I nearly blew before penetration. We were both breathing heavily from sexual arousal and the excitement of our sin. Finally she lowered herself onto me and my cock slipped effortlessly all the way in. My daughters tight velvety sheath caused pleasure throughout my whole body. I nestled my face between her young firm perky B cups and ran my hands up and down her tiny little waist. It had been several years since I felt a pussy around my cock and I knew I wouldn't last long. Cathleen began humping me on the couch. Within seconds I was holding her waist and lifting her up and down on me. Heavy breathing and bodies slapping were the only sounds.

After about two minutes, I pulled her close to me so her breasts pressed firmly against my chest, and I announced in a ragged whisper, "I want to cum inside you."

She responded in a soft sensual whisper, "Yeah daddy, do it!"

I moaned softly as I filled my daughter's lithe body with stream after stream of hot fertile incest cum. She rubbed her hands through my hair and whispered softly in my ear while I was cumming.

"Cum for me daddy! Cum for me!"

Cathleen didn't stop right away. She continued to slowly fuck me until my cock was too limp to stay in. My goo had begun to leak out and drip down my cock and balls. When I finally slipped out, she continued to rub her pussy against my ever softening cock, causing a slimy mess of fluids all over our genitals.

I had to appologise,"I'm sorry I finished so quickly."

She got up off of me and began to get dressed as she responded, "It's ok. I'm happy you did."

I was a little upset that she was getting dressed so quickly, "Honey what about you, don't you want me to finish you off?"

"Maybe some other time daddy, I'd rather you get me that money now."

"Ok, my bank closes soon so we better hurry. Do you really mean it when you say 'some other time'?"

My daughter leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips then said, "Of course, but you still have to pay for it."

I smiled widely and got dressed.

She asked, "Could you drop me at Jena's house after we go to the bank?"

"Yeah sure. I just have one question though."

She seemed to tense up a little, "What?"

"Are you on birth control?"

She relaxed, "No. Why?"

"Because I shot inside you."

"Oh daddy, relax! My period just ended a few days ago. I won't get pregnant."

There was a pause in our conversation, as I grabbed the car keys, and we walked out the front door.

Then Cathleen said one last thing before we got in the car, "Besides daddy, I know that deep down in your gut you want to make me pregnant, don't you?

I nodded to her with a wide eyed sinister smile from across the car and she continued to speak, "See daddy I know you better than you think. If I don't make the cheerleading team in college, maybe I'll let you cum in me when I'm fertile. I know that would be really exciting for you."

When we got to the bank, I gave my daughter double what she asked for. 

When she questioned me I said, "I was rough on you, and I loved it, just think of it as a Tip."

She finally accepted the extra money and I drove to Jena's house. We were quiet all the way to Jena's house. We said our goodbyes like a normal father and daughter, then Cathleen got out of the car. I watched as she rang the bell and Jena answered. She waved to me one last time before she walked into Jena's house.

Unfortunately that was the last time I saw my daughter alive. My daughter and Jena both died from a cocain overdose that night. Apparently they used the money I gave her to buy the drugs. I never told my wife, but my psychiatrist knows all about it. I eventually got a divorce and I am currently on a multitude of drugs to keep me out of depression. Luckily, I still see my son from time to time. His respect for me keeps me from killing myself. It's a funny world we live in, is it not.



Cheer You Up



When Dad died my mother went into a depression that nothing seemed able to break her out of, gone was the happy go lucky woman that I had loved for the past eighteen years to be replaced by a woman I did not know. Doctors, psychiatrists, clerics, they all tried and failed to ease her depression, six months worth of treatments of one form or another and all for nothing. 

Not that she neglected me or anything, it was just that the sparkle, the life had gone out of her and I was desperate for some way to cheer her up. I'd racked my brain for months trying to figure out something that I could do, taking her out was not an option, a priest had suggested it and she had tried it with no success, but I knew there had to be something. Then something my father had said before he had fallen ill came back to me, he'd laughingly told me that no matter how low mum was feeling a good seeing to always cheered her up. I grinned as I had the thought, sex had not been a taboo subject, hell I'd already lost my virginity to the mother of a friend of mine, but how the hell was I supposed to find a man for my mother? About the only thing she had shown any interest in since dad's death had been me and that had been in a sad, distracted way, but I couldn't do the deed.

I'd been going around in circles for about half an hour trying to figure out how to get my mother laid, time and again I kept coming back to the fact that she was only interested in me and time and again I rejected this. Then I discovered that I was getting turned on by the thoughts of doing it with my mother, so much so that my cock had begun to swell. It was a silly idea, for one thing my mother would never let it happen, but I kept coming back to it until finally I decided to at least think about it seriously. 

For ten minutes I thought about it. My mother was a very attractive woman so there was no problem on that score as far as I was concerned, she was also easy to turn on, or so dad had hinted, a couple of drinks and she was away, he had reckoned, the problem was how she would react. Not only that, how would I set about getting to the stage where I could fuck her, ignoring the discomfort of my cock I thought about this factor for a while before the answer hit me. It was then that I reached my decision, I would attempt to seduce my mother, if nothing else the attempt might make her laugh and that was all it needed.

Anxiously I waited for the weekend to come, the time dragged by, but at last it was Friday afternoon and I was free until Monday. Rushing home I raced up to my room, rushed through some paperwork I'd brought home and then put my plan into effect. It started with me going downstairs to the living room, pouring a glass of mum's favourite tipple and taking it to her in the kitchen.

"Thank you Chris," she half smiled as I handed her the glass, "how sweet of you."

I stood and watched her sip her drink while preparing our evening meal, before long her glass was empty and she put it aside. As soon as she looked away I grabbed the glass, went back to the living room and refilled it. Back in the kitchen I handed the full glass to my mother ignoring her puzzled frown and smiling innocently at her, by the time she had drained the glass dinner was ready. As usual we ate our dinner off trays in the living room, this let me refill my mother's glass again without it seeming too odd and I sat down to eat with half an eye on my mother looking for the first signs that the drink was having an effect. Half an hour later our plates were empty and as usual I went out to the kitchen with my mother to help with the washing-up, I was feeling a bit disappointed as she was showing no signs of being affected by the drink and I began to wonder if my father had been pulling my leg. We were half way through the washing-up when mum showed the signs I had been waiting for, taking a hand from the washing up bowl she wiped her forehead on her wrist.

"I feel a little warm." She said as she got back to the washing-up.

Smiling to myself I finished drying the plate I held then reached for another, soon the job was done and we went back to the living room to pass the time until bed time in the usual manner, watching telly or reading. As I followed my mother out of the kitchen I reached over and switched on the heating, as it was already a warm evening this would make things even warmer. My mother sat herself on the couch while I turned on the telly, then, while she flicked through the channels, I poured us both a drink and sat down beside her, all of which was quite normal so would rouse no suspicions in her. She found a program that she liked the look of and sat back to watch it, soon her glass was empty and the room was warming up nicely, beside me mum wiped her brow then looked at me.

"I really do feel warm," she said in a puzzled tone, "how do you feel?"

"I'm comfortable." I lied sweltering in the heat, "Maybe your jumper is too thick, taking it off might help."

She nodded at what was after all a sensible suggestion, pulling her jumper off over her head I took advantage of the short period her head was caught in the material to have an ogle at her boobs nestling in her bra. My mother threw the jumper across the room into one of the armchairs then got back to watching the programme while I got up to refill her glass, sitting down again I gave my mother her full glass even as she sighed. Putting the glass to one side she stood up and took off her jeans then sat down again, the jeans joined her jumper in the chair then she picked up her glass while I stole secret glances at her. Her body was almost naked; all she had on were her bra, panties and knee-highs. The next task was to somehow remove those articles, an easy task compared to what I was planning for afterwards. After a decent interval I sighed, stood up and took off my shirt and trousers, they joined my mother's clothes as I sat down again.

"I'm glad it's not just me." Mum commented looking at me.

I smiled as I noted that her eyes lingered over long on my bare chest, it was a good sign as far as I was concerned and I prepared to continue my seduction of my mother. The program we were watching was a comedy and I used this to my advantage, a punch-line was issued that was genuinely funny and I burst into laughter at the same time smacking my hand down gently on my mother's thigh. To my pleasure she smiled which was the first time she had done so at a telly program for ages, even better was the fact that she didn't do anything about my hand.

"You know," I grinned at her, "you look really pretty when you smile."

She looked at me in surprise then smiled almost shyly, her face blushing a little as she did so.

"I love you mum." I said giving her thigh a gentle squeeze.

"Oh Chris," mum smiled at me, "what would I have done without you these past few months."

She put an arm around my shoulder and gave me a cuddle that pulled me close to her side, it was exactly what I had wanted and I made no effort to move away from her. Gently I began to rub the inside of her thigh, not hard enough to attract her attention, but firmly enough to affect the erogenous zone that was supposed to be there, and thankfully it was. After a while I noticed that my mother's breathing was a little faster, the comedy program finished and a film came on and my heart soared, I knew the film and also knew that it was quite racy.

"Let's watch it mum." I said as she reached for the remote.

"Okay." She agreed giving my shoulders a squeeze.

I couldn't have done better if I had planned it; the film was a sort of spoof where the heroine spent most of her time losing her clothes. Between cuts and camera angles the most you ever saw of her was brief flashes of her tits, but it was enough. With my head leaning on my mother's shoulder I breathed down on her boobs, I knew that my warm breath occasionally wafting across her nipples every now and then would help to turn her on and after a while my mother gave a soft sigh. 

It was time to move on to the next stage, gently I slid my hand up her thigh until my thumb touched her panties, a thin material's width away lay her pussy and I was pleased to feel the first traces of dampness on the material. Keeping all my movements slow and so gentle as to be feather light I rubbed my thumb over the outline of her pussy while pretending to watch the film. Mum's breathing got quicker and there was no mistaking the fact that she was getting excited. At one point my mother sighed and pulled me closer to her, grinning I planted a gentle kiss on the swell of her boob where it came clear of the bra. Either she noticed and didn't mind or she didn't notice because she made no comment at my caress. Meanwhile my thumb was still moving softly over her panties, the damp patch grew and my cock grew with it until I was fully erect and at risk of my cock forcing its way into the open. Time passed, the film was half over and the heroine was still losing her clothes, my mother was showing all the signs I had learnt that meant she was near to an orgasm, it was time to move on. Tilting my head back I looked at my mother's face, she turned her head towards me and I leant forward to kiss her, as our lips met I felt an electric thrill and mum seemed to relax even more.

For a moment I parted our lips and looked at her, she had her eyes closed, her lips were slightly parted and I knew that for the moment I could go on with my plan; gently I kissed her again, this time drawing out the kiss. Slowly I moved my hand from her leg and placed it on her boob, my palm brushed on her flesh and the fabric of the bra. Silently I thanked whatever God there was that my mother preferred front fastening bras for it made it easy for me to flick open the clasp. Gently I pushed the material aside and stroked her bare flesh, her nipples were hard and pressed at the palm of my hand, the pleasure this gave me was immense. I could only imagine how my mother was feeling, but she made no protest so I let my movements become a little firmer. Taking one of her nipples between my fingers I teased it and my mother gave a low moan that gave me even more encouragement. Her lips pressed tightly to mine as she returned my kiss and a moment later I felt her tongue worm its way between our lips into my mouth. 

For a long while I kissed her and played with her boobs, but then I parted our lips and moved my mouth down to suckle on one of her nipples while my hand slid softly down over her stomach then into her panties. The waistband of her panties cut at the back of my hand as I gently rubbed her clit, at any moment I expected my mother to come to her senses and was amazed when a few minutes later she raised her bottom and pushed her panties down. Amazed, excited and determined to make the most I could of it. With my new freedom of movement I slid my fingers down to her pussy while leaving my thumb on her clit, gently I pushed two fingers into her at the same time rubbing her clit. My mother gave a quiet gasp and her body pushed down onto my fingers as her boob pushed up into my mouth, had I not been so busy sucking on her nipple I would have smiled. Once again I played with her for a while, my fingers sliding in her wet pussy, my thumb pressing on her clit and my mouth sucking on her hard nipple. In response my mother sighed and squirmed then gave a shudder and I knew that she had climaxed. 

Carefully I moved off the couch, my mouth releasing her nipple, my hand leaving her pussy as I pushed open her legs, got between them and lowered my head to her groin. The heady scent of her juices rose to meet me as I flicked my tongue across her slit. To be honest I was both amazed and pleased that I had got as far as I had and as I began to lap at my mother's hole I prayed that she would not stop me at all. Her juices coated my tongue and filled my mouth as I licked her pussy, I raised a hand to her boobs to play with her nipples while my other hand paid attention to her clit. After a few minutes my mother shuddered again, this time more violently, it was all I could do to keep my tongue pressed into her pussy and I knew that I could not delay the moment when I would take her much longer. Kneeling up I leant forward over my mother's body and kissed her on the lips again, in this position my cock brushed lightly against her pussy and I gently pushed forward so that my knob parted her pussy lips then pushed a little way into her. Leaning back I looked at my mother, her face seemed to be glowing with excitement, her eyes suddenly flicked open and she looked at me in surprise.

"Chris?" she breathed in a low voice.

Smiling I pushed a little more of my cock into her, her eyes widened, then her body shuddered and her eyelids drooped half shut. Continuing to push into her with a steady pressure I watched her face, what I saw encouraged me even more. Her lips parted as she gave a low groan, her eyes opened again and stared into mine, I could see the desire and uncertainty written there, the desire growing as more of my cock penetrated her until our groins met. My mother gasped as my groin pressed against her clit, slowly I moved back, pulling my cock from her until only the tip was still inside then I pushed forward again. Five times I did this, each movement slow and tender, on the sixth push forward my mother's hips moved and her pussy rose to meet me.

"Chris," she gasped, "what are you doing to me?"

I made no reply as her body started to move in time to mine, gradually I let my movements get faster adding my own gasps to hers as my pleasure began to mount. Still moving in time with me my mother reached out to touch my cheek.

"I shouldn't be letting you do this." She whispered.

"Hush and enjoy it." I whispered back kissing her fingers.

She shuddered as a climax ran through her, her pussy tightening on my flesh making me groan with growing ecstasy until I could not hold back any longer. As I thrust deep into her my mother's legs wrapped themselves around my back, pulled me even deeper, her body shook, and her voice rose in a cry that I echoed a second later as my seed burst hotly into her body. For a moment we lay locked together sharing orgasmic bliss, then my peak faded and I began to move in her again. Time seemed to stand still as I began to fuck my mother in earnest, my strokes hard and fast as I drove myself towards another climax. To my joy my mother matched my pace, her gasps, sighs, moans, groans and cries filling my ears to excite me even more. 

Once again I thrust into her as I felt the rush of my climax and filled her with my hot seed. As my sperm erupted within her my mother gave a loud squeal and nearly shook us both off the couch. I lay still inside her for a moment, savouring the joy I was feeling, but then I pulled my glistening, shrinking cock from her body and sat back on my heels to watch her.

"God," mum gasped a few minutes later, "you knew exactly what I needed you darling boy. Why I let you do it I don't know, but I am so glad that I did, you've cheered me up no end."

To my joy the life had come back into her eyes, her lips were curled in a broad smile the likes of which I had not seen since before my father had become ill. It was also a relief that she did not seem to feel obligated to talk about my incestuous act, I felt no guilt at all about what I had done and from the looks of my mother neither did she.

"I'm glad," I responded softly, "it was what I was trying to do."

"Well you did" she laughed, "and you can cheer me up some more later."

I was elated by her words as I moved onto the couch beside her.



Cheering for Black Cock



God, I miss the fun we had in college - the friends, the football games, the cheerleading and, of course, the football players. To be honest, I doubt there is anything better for a girl's ego than being a college cheerleader, except maybe being the "lust object" of a team full of big handsome men.

Being an attractive, petite, girl, who had spent years attending gymnastic and cheerleader competitions, I wasn't at all surprised to have landed a full scholarship to State College. What did surprise me was my first experience with a black man. 

It all started during a math test during the first month of our freshman year. Stuck on a particularly difficult problem, I raised my hand and looked for the Proctor so that I could ask for some clarification. As I looked around, I noticed that Ty Johnson, our teams most celebrated running back was looking right at me and was licking his lips with a hungry look in his eye. Ty was gorgeous. He was a big man, with wide shoulders, a narrow waist and strong well-muscled arms. He was also black. 

When he saw me he looked away, but I kept staring. He started to work on his test again, but as he did, he opened his legs. His tight fitting khakis fit well over his brawny thighs and I could easily see a pronounced bulge in his crotch. As I kept watching, he spread his legs wider, dropped his hand into his lap and slowly began to massage the bulge. 

My pussy started getting wet, watching him caress his crotch with such an erotic, rhythmic motion. A smile shown upon his face as he looked over at me and licked his lips again.

He knew he was teasing me, and continued to rub his bulge. As I watched with rapt attention, the bulge began to grow until the front of his khakis was stretched up like a tent.

I hadn't even realized that I still had my hand raised until the Proctor came over to see what it was that I wanted. I was so flustered that I couldn't even remember what my question was any longer. Before I got back to work, I glanced over at Ty, who smiled and gave his tented crotch one more rub for my benefit.

After class that day, he caught up to me and asked if I wanted to get together after the football game. Though I had never even dated a black man before, and I was well aware of what his actual intentions were, I said yes, and told him I'd meet him outside of the team's locker room after the game. 

At the game, I watched as he did his pre-game warm ups. As I admired him as he did his wind sprints and stretches, I couldn't help but start getting wet just from thinking about the feelings he had evoked during the math test.

Following the game, I went to the locker room and, after seeing every other team member leave, there was still no Ty. I thought he had stood me up. I hadn't realized just how much I was looking forward to being with him, until that moment. I'd had sex with numerous other guys in the past, but none of them had ever left me with a "wanting" like this before.

Finally giving up, I decided to head home. Not wanting to walk all the way around the stadium, I decided to take a short cut through what I had thought was an empty team locker room. I walked in and, as I passed a bank of lockers, there was Ty. When he saw me he flashed a big grin and said, "Damn, I knew it!"

"What are you doing here? I've been waiting outside for you for almost an hour," I pouted. "I thought you stood me up!"

"I've been sitting here waiting to see if you wanted to be with me enough to come lookin' for me," he said with an even bigger grin. He then stood, wrapped his strong arms around me and slide his hand under my top.

As I felt the now familiar bulge grow against my stomach, I coyly asked, "you happy to see me or what?"

His only response was to yank my uniform top over my head, quickly followed by my sports bra. My skirt and panties were rapidly added to the pile. 

Still not saying a word, he ran his hand down the crack of my ass and slipped his fingers into my sopping wet pussy from behind. I was so wet, his thick black fingers slid right in my cunt. He started to move away but I pulled him back to me and returned the favor of undressing him.

Now completely naked, he spun me around until he could wrap his arms around me and fondle both of my breasts. I felt his big black cock pressing against my ass and I started grinding against it. He started moaning, grinding back with his fully erect cock. 

"Was this what you were thinking about in class today?" I asked as he rolled my hardened nipples between his fingers and passionately kissed my neck.

"Yes," he moaned.

With one of my hands I reached behind us, caressed his well-muscled flank, and then slipped it between up until I had my fingers wrapped around his big, thick cock.

"Oh.My.God," I moaned. "It's huge! It's feels so hard and I feel so hot... I needed you in me NOW!"

Understanding the meaning of my moans, he pushed me down until I was kneeling on one of the benches. He then took his cock, pushed it through my legs and rubbed it against my cunt lips. After lifting my ass a little higher, I sank down on to his thick long cock.

From that point forward, he took over control of both my mind and my body. He started pumping his thick black cock in and out of me, thrusting deeply as he squeezing my tits with his strong dark hands. It was absolute heaven. 

After what seemed like hours of hard passionate fucking, I started moaning, "I'm coming, I'm coming, please fuck me harder."

He kept on steadily thrusting his cock in to me until, after a series of hard fast strokes, I felt his cock begin to spurt his cum deep in my welcoming pussy. Two strokes later I was coming as well, as his cum filled my cunt and ran down my thighs.

Eventually, he finished filling me with his cum and we had both had a few moments to catch our breath. Then he picked me up, cradled me in his arms and kissed me on the lips for the first time... 



Cheering for the Other Team



The greatest excitement of my sophomore year in college at Albert-Preston State University was making the cheerleading squad. Well, in actual fact, it was the second team cheerleading squad since I did not make the cut for the varsity "Blue" cheer team. But I was walking on air when I received the email saying I had made the "Orange" or "O" team (after not making the cut at all as a freshman last year).

It was a lot of work and the training was much more difficult than I had ever undergone as a high school cheerleader. But, finally, we were ready to run onto the court of the big fieldhouse for the women's basketball team's home opener. As we stood waiting in the wings for our cue, my teammate Ellen grabbed my arm and looked at me with eyes as big as saucers, and screamed, "Haley, we're going out!"

With her excited voice ringing in my ears, the band started playing and we began to run out onto the hardwood, performing multiple somersaults and flips and quickly scooped up our pom-poms to launch into the school spirit anthem as the crowd (not that many people, really, for girls basketball, after all) came to life at our urging and their own excitement.

We took our position seated on the floor behind the home basket when the game started. During time-outs, we ran through our cheer routines at center court. It was one huge rush for me.

It was sometime during the second half when I finally settled down emotionally and was able to watch more of the game. We were playing against our upstate rival and it was a closely fought battle of our Lady Wildcats against the hated Lady Hornets from Roane State, just 45 miles north of our own campus. I was intently watching and yelling encouragement as one of our small guards stole the ball and began a mad, dribbling dash towards our basket. One of the visiting team's bigger forwards made a mad dash after her opponent and as she almost dove to swipe the ball away on the final dribble, she lost her footing and went spilling into our group of cheerleaders arrayed along the baseline.

As luck would have it, she fell onto me and skittered across my flattened body to land prostrate on the floor behind me and the stanchion of the basket support. The action stopped as the referee whistled a foul on another player who was also in pursuit of our player. The player from Roane got to her feet slowly and looked down at me where I lay as she made her way back to the court and lined up for our free throw.

Some of my teammates asked me if I was OK and I said that I was and resumed my seated position on the baseline. I looked up and found the opposing player who had fallen on me as she stood in the lane blocks assuming the position to rebound after a missed free throw. I was a little shaken by the unexpected physical action. As I looked at the player who had run me over, I saw her glance down at me while she waited for our guard to make her warm-up motions before the free throw. We exchanged a very quick eye-to-eye look. Then the action was back on again as the free throw floated through the net with a soft rustle and play picked up again.

I found myself following the Roane girl who had fallen on me. She was quick and fast and played tough defense against us. During one of the Roane possesions, she made a quick cut to the basket and bounced a soft layup off the glass for two points. I hate to admit it but I was...glad for her. A couple of times during the rest of the game I noticed her looking in my direction and we exchanged eye contact. During one such moment - a fleeting moment to be sure - I thought she gave me a smirking smile. Even though this was my first game cheering for my team, I felt a begrudging admiration for how well this Roane girl played against us. 

When the game finished and we had eked out a five point win over our rival, the cheer squad retreated to our locker room and amidst all the hubbub of victory and my first game as a college cheerleader, I found my mind wondering who was that Roane player who had flattened me and with whom I had shared a few stolen moments of eye contact.

Back in my dorm room, I flipped open my laptop and went immediately to the Roane State women's basketball website. I scoured through the online roster and finally found her. Jennifer Nickles, a 6'1" junior forward from Claysburgh. There was a small headshot of Jennifer showing a smiling face in front of a pulled-back length of brown hair - exactly as she wore it during the game this evening.

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After the game, I commiserated with my teammates and listened to Coach Dewey tell us everything we had done wrong that night to let victory slip away against our closest rivals, Albert-Preston State. Coach was especially hard on me for not scoring more when I had the open shot and for all of us about our lack of defense on the perimeter when their three-pointers killed us.

As I listened to the usual harangue - and did feel bad about missing some open shots and drive opportunities - I found myself thinking absent-mindedly about the cute cheerleader from A-P whom I had fallen across. It was funny, I thought, how we locked eyes a few times after that brief contact.

After the silent bus ride back to Roane, I walked back to my apartment and before I fell into bed, exhausted, I turned on my laptop to check on the Albert-Preston College website and found their cheerleading squad link. Clicking through, I found a team picture of their second-string cheer team and found the face for which I was searching - the cute little blonde girl I had fallen over. Haley Goggins, a sophomore, from Pyattstown. Wow, what a sweet little doll, I thought to myself, turning the laptop off and getting into bed for tomorrow's classes.

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On the way to my first class, I used my iPhone to search Facebook for Jennifer Nickles' page - if she had one. Bingo. Her page came up and I scrolled through her timeline and then her photos as I absent-mindedly walked through campus in the chill November morning air. I studied her photos where she was candidly posed with friends and groups of friends and some of her action shots from the basketball team.

I stopped in my tracks when I reached one of Jennie's (I was already calling her Jennie in my mind) that showed her full-length leaning against a tree in a crop top, short-shorts and flip flops. She was all bare arms and long legs and her long brown hair was down across her shoulders. She graced the camera with a wide, white-toothed smile that made her look like....(Oh, goodness, I found myself thinking) a Goddess.

"Dare I send her a friend request?" I wondered, as fellow students brushed past me on the walkway to the Life Sciences Building. I stared hard at Jennie's photo and had a flash of memory as she fell over me in last night's game. I hit the friend request button and threw my head back in simultaneous excitement and embarrassment.

I spent the rest of the day trying to pay attention in classes, checking my Facebook for a response from Jennie, going for a cheer team meeting in the late afternoon, checking my Facebook, meeting friends for a cafeteria dinner, checking my Facebook. Well, you get the idea.

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I had an early morning practice with the team, showered, changed, then headed off to my first class. I checked my phone in mid-morning and flipped onto Facebook. I was going to check if Haley Goggins had a page. To my surprise, I found a friend request from the cute little cheerleader waiting for me. "Ha." I thought to myself as I checked her page. I read some of her page stuff and then clicked onto her photos. Yes, there she was in her Albert-Preston cheerleading togs. Some more photos of her with girlfriends and some guys, some older pics of her from high school cheerleading and graduation, family...the usual stuff.

I scrolled back to one photo of Haley that captured my attention. It was a simple headshot with her pretty face framed by her blonde hair, smiling sweetly for the camera. "A selfie?" I wondered. "Girl, you are sweet." I said to myself as I re-scrolled through the photo album, looking for a boyfriend. I saw some guys in her high school pictures and more in recent photos but they were all in group shots. "Was she unattached?" I asked myself as I clicked off the phone and stared into space re-imagining the way she looked last night when we exchanged those glances during the game.

Back in my apartment in mid-evening, cracking the Econ textbook that I dreaded, I opened my laptop to check for class assignments and browsed a bit and got onto Facebook. I accepted Haley's friend request.

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"Yes!" I screamed inside my head as I saw my friend request accepted by Jennie Nickles. "Now what?" I wondered to myself as I stared at Jennie's headshot page photo. "Jeez, she's pretty." I thought to myself. I began typing a message to her. "Too bad about last night's game but Wildcats always beat Hornets." I typed. I read and re-read the message. It seemed to need something more personal and I sat there trying to compose a short postscript to the Facebook message. "You played well." I added to my note. I thought about it for a minute or two and then hit the "Send" key.

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I saw Haley's Facebook message to me as I puzzled through my Intro Calculus text. "You little cutie, you." I said to myself in my empty room as I looked at the cheerleader's smiling page photo. I tried to ignore the message and her cute smile as I dove into the Calculus problem. But I found myself composing a response in the back of my head as I worked out the derivative problem on my scratch pad. In a quick moment of indiscretion I typed out my phone number and simply hit send as my reply to Haley's message.

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I dialed Jennie's number as soon as I saw her simple numerical Facebook response. "Don't go to voicemail, don't go to voicemail." I mumbled to myself as I held the phone to my ear listening to the third, then fourth ring.

"Hey." A somewhat distant voice said into the phone.

"Uh, Hi." I said, practically shaking with excitement. "This is Haley."

There was a slight pause. "Hiya, girl." Jennie said. "Got my note, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Thanks for giving me your number." I said kind of stupidly, feeling nervous and not completely on any kind of plan, I realized.

"Yeah, I thought maybe we should talk or text." Jennie said more quietly now. "How you been?"

"Oh, good." I answered, also assuming a quieter, almost whispering voice. "Excited, y'know?" I blurted, immediately wishing I could retract that last statement.

"Excited? About this?" Jennie asked with a comic lilt to her voice.

I laughed a little and answered, "Yeah. Stupid, I know."

"Not stupid at all. I'm glad you called." Jennie said, taking her voice down even softer.

"It's funny. What happened. And since then." I said feeling dumber by the second.

"Yeah. It is kinda funny." Jennie answered. There was silence on the line. "I'm glad you survived our collision." She said.

"Me too." I was beginning to feel a certain intimacy in our voices now. My heart was beating faster. Should I tell her that I thought about her falling over me a multitude of times every day? I almost did but the words got stuck in my throat.

"The way that game turned out...it was my best shot of the night." Jennie said in a somewhat conspiratorial voice.

I gulped. "Yeah." Was all I could eke out of my dried mouth and vocal chords.

I heard Jennie laugh on the other end of the line. "We should see each other sometime, Haley. I mean if you want to." She said in a smooth, soft voice that made me shiver.

"Yeah. I'd like that." I answered in what I feared was a croak.

"I'll show you around Roane if you can get up here." She said in a more matter-of-fact tone. "I don't have a car and our practice schedule is pretty intense."

"I can drive up." I said. "Uh, when would be good?" I asked.

"We play Beckett tomorrow night. We'll probably have a practice and film on Saturday morning. I should be free by noontime." She said simply. "Is that good for you?"

"Yeah, sure." I answered.

"Text me when you get close to campus. I'll tell you where to park and meet, Okay?" Jennie said.

"Great. I'll do that." I answered. "Thanks."

"We'll have fun. See you in a couple days, Haley."

We signed off as though we were old friends. Her voice echoed in my ears. "We'll have fun." She had said. I was floating somewhere just off the ground as I visualized her in the photo against the tree with her long arms and legs and wide smile. "Oh, my Gawd!" I screamed in my head as I dropped the phone on my dorm bed. I hadn't felt this way about another girl in my entire life. It scared me a bit but I felt good and warm inside thinking about Jennie and re-running our conversation in head until I finally fell asleep.

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We texted a lot during the next couple of days. Just short messages to say hi, commiserate about classwork, and making plans for my visit on Saturday afternoon.

I drove the forty minute trip up the state highway to Roane and Jennie texted me to park outside the fieldhouse and wait for her to finish her team meeting. I was my usual over-anxious fifteen minutes early self and paced and stood around the entrance waiting for my new friend to make her way outside.

Jennie came out of the glass doors of the Roane fieldhouse and smiled widely when she saw me leaning against a pillar near the ticket office. She pushed her shoulder-slung gym bag back as she approached and she gave me a quick but strong hug. I felt like a miniature in her arms as my head barely reached her shoulders. I felt safe and warm in her arms even though our embrace only lasted a fleeting second.

When we stepped back and looked at each other, I was afraid that I would never be able to speak to her. I was mesmerized by her. Looking up into her eyes, I simply smiled like a lunatic. Finally, we both laughed and said "Hiya" simultaneously - which made us laugh again.

"C'mon. I'll show you around." Jennie said, turning me around with a hand on my shoulder.

We walked across the campus. Jennie pointed out the buildings and landmarks of Roane State for me. She greeted some students who passed. Some commented on the game last night against Beckett. She introduced me to a couple of her friends. We made the usual conversational gambits of people getting to know each other, asking questions of each other and making small talk. It was great to be with her. I was nervous and trying to act cool about everything. Every time we exchanged glances as we talked, I felt awestruck by her beauty and her size next to me. For her part, Jennie seemed bemused by my conversation and the way I eagerly soaked up everything she said and pointed out to me.

At one of the intersections where the campus walkway crossed the busy campus drive, Jennie reached down and took my hand as she jogged us between traffic. She held my comparatively tiny hand in her large palm, knitting her long fingers between mine. Safely across the street, she smiled at me, squeezed her grip on me for a brief moment and let go. Our eyes met and held each other's gaze. I felt a lump in my throat. I felt like I was falling in love.

"Yeah, it's like that." She said simply. "Do you feel it too?"

I nodded. "Yeah." I answered. It was out there now.

"C'mon." Jennie said and we kept walking. She playfully bumped her hip against me as we strolled. I giggled and bumped her back. She led us between two buildings and stopped in the narrow walkway. We faced each other, me looking up at her, Jennie looking down at me. She touched my forearm. 

"My apartment is just over there." She nodded in the direction of a four or five story building.

My heart was pounding. I nodded quietly.

"Do you want to go up with me?" She asked.

"More than anything." I said.

"Good answer, Haley." Jennie said and bent to kiss me very quickly on the lips. "Let's go."

Was I just imagining it, or were we walking at a faster pace towards her apartment building? 

At the entrance, she said, "This is it, Haley." She held the door for me. "Last chance.." She let the sly comment trail off.

"Ha. I came this far." I said with what I hoped was a confident air.

We trudged up the steps of the apartment building, Jennie leading the way. At the third floor landing she nodded her head to the left and I followed her down the long corridor. She stopped in front of a tan-painted metal door with a "317" emblem.

"Here we are." She said brightly as she fished out a small ring of keys. Jennie used a key to unlock the deadbolt, then another to unlock the doorknob. She pushed the door in softly with her long fingers. She smiled down at me, looked quickly down both ends of the hallway. "Come here." She whispered to me.

I took a half step closer to her, trying to peer inside Jennie's apartment. I felt an arm encircle my shoulders and the other arm scoop down to my hips. The next thing I knew, I was cradled in Jennie's arms as she lifted me up. She smiled at me as she held me...then carried me across the threshold of her apartment.

Jennie kicked the metal door closed behind us and carried me into her living area. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her broad, athletic shoulders. I stared at the side of her face as she carried me effortlessly and made a gentle pivot to the right as we entered her bedroom. I glanced over my left shoulder at the neatly made bed in the center of the room.

Jennie looked down at me. She raised my body in her cradling arms and leaned down to kiss me. 

At the touch of her lips on mine, I held her tighter and let my mouth open up for hers. My head was singing, screaming with emotion at the feel of her lips and tongue on my own. I let my hands travel over her muscled back as we french-kissed.

"Damn, you're hot." Jennie said to me once our lips parted and we stared into each other's eyes.

"So are you." I managed to wheeze out as I relaxed in Jennie's strong arms.

Jennie took the few steps to the side of her bed and bent lower to release me onto its soft surface. I moved over to leave room for Jennie to join me on the bed. She dropped her gym duffel and kicked off her running shoes and joined me on the thin comforter atop her bed. I also kicked off my sneaks and rolled onto my side to face her where she had planted herself. We lay like that for a moment and she smiled at me.

"You're cute, Haley." She said quietly, looking into my eyes.

"You're....beautiful, Jennie." I said haltingly as I saw her face dipping towards me.

We kissed again and it escalated to pure passion as we mashed our faces together, making out heatedly on the bed. She grabbed me and rolled me on top of her. She seemed to enjoy her strength in being able to lift me and handle me like a small child. She pushed me up so that I was seated across her tummy.

She broke our kiss and said, "Take this off." She flicked the hem of my loose blouse. She reclined her head on the pillows and watched me with a serious expression and a heated look behind her green eyes.

I grabbed my blouse and pulled it over my head, surprised at my own lack of inhibition as I dropped the shirt to the floor beside the bed. Jennie reached up to cup my breasts in my bandeau brassiere.

"This too." She said.

I reached back and undid the clasp of the bra.

"Sweetness." Jennie said as she cupped my bare breasts and let her fingers play over my now hardened nipples. She guided me lower and I felt her lips on my right breast, then the left. She sucked and licked my nipples and I let my hands play in her long hair on the pillow behind her. Her hands reached down to cup my backside through my jeans where I straddled her tummy. She brought her face back so we could kiss again. Her tongue was warm as it ran across my own and I wondered how I had gotten through my life so far without having this amazing girl in my life.




Cheering for the Other Team



Jennie rolled me off her and onto my back, lifting me so my head was propped on her pillows. Now she straddled me as she knelt with legs on either side of mine. She began unbuckling my thin belt. Then she unbuttoned the top of my jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. She looked at me with a tiny, close-lipped smile. I was breathing heavily. I could see my bare breasts rising and falling with each inhalation and exhalation even as I stared upward into her green orbs.

Jennie took hold of the waist of my jeans and began pulling the tight denim over my hips and down my thighs. She jumped off the bed to remove the last of the jeans from my legs. I lay there in my small bikini panties and short white socks.

"You're a knockout, baby." She whispered, looking me over.

"Thanks." I said, all nervous energy and emotion in my cracking voice.

Jennie pulled off her Roane sweatshirt. She had a clean basketball practice shirt on underneath. I could see the points of her bra-less breasts beneath the soft gray material. She rolled the waistband of her spandex workout pants down over her hips and stepped out of them. Then she pulled the tank shirt off over her head. 

I was leaning on my side now watching her. "Let me look at you." I asked quietly.

Jennie smiled widely. "Okay, baby. Okay." She laughed and stepped back from the bed to give me a good look at her full-length.

I drank in the sight of her. She was a magnificent specimen. Her body was taut and rippling with athletic muscles in her shoulders and arms. Her bare breasts were wide with a small roundness of fatty tissue beneath upturned nipples in soft brown areolae. Her stomach was washboard flat and had the definition of the well-trained athlete she was. She was wearing only a tiny, immaculate white bikini panty that stretched over her pelvis and revealed a small mound of vulva hidden by the thin fabric. Her legs were long and toned and my eyes traveled the forever length of them to her bare feet on the carpet.

"Meet with approval?" She asked playfully.

"Turn around." I wheezed.

Jennie did a slow turn and showed me her broad shoulder muscles, her tapered back, and the high, tight athletic derriere that was barely contained by her small panty.

She was quite simply a Goddess as I had thought when I first saw her Facebook photos. "I want you." I heard myself say as my heart seemed to bounce around in my chest and my emotions bounced off the walls with a tuning fork sound in my ears.

"You're going to have me. You're going to have all of me." She said as she climbed softly back onto the bed with me.

Naked save for panties now, we made out furiously again and tussled and rolled on the bed. I let my hands find her breasts and massaged them, circling her nipples as Jennie really began to sloppy kiss me with our drool running down to our chins and cheeks, licking each others' spittle and diving into each others' open mouths for more tongue. Jennie pulled away and looking down at me, opened her mouth and let a long string of saliva pour over my waiting lips. I licked it off and drew it into my mouth, swallowing this small offering of my lover.

"Fuck! I want you, babygirl." Jennie practically shouted. 

I wrapped my legs around her and grabbed her shoulders. I leaned my head back and opened my mouth wide, inviting her to drool into me again.

Jennie leaned down and pushed a slushy stream of her saliva into my mouth. "You want more of me, Haley?" She asked, pulling back to look down at me with half-hooded eyes filled with lust.

"All of you." I managed to say as I swallowed.

"Yeah, all of you, too." She managed to say. Then she slid her haunches down to my legs and with one mighty two-handed grip tore my panties in two.

"Yeah, fuck." I breathed, feeling the cool room air on my moist, exposed pussy.

Jennie did the same trick with her own panties, ripping them down the center with a swift tearing motion. She quickly maneuvered herself so her face was above my pussy and her pussy was above my face in a classic sixty-nine position. I felt her powerful thighs surround my face as she lowered herself to me. I breathed in her scent just as her mouth made contact with my vaginal lips. For all of her power and excitement, she lowered herself gently onto my face and I made my first tentative licking of another woman's sex.

I was filled with lust and nervousness at this opportunity as I tongued Jennie's furled labia. Then I felt her mouth on my own sex and I was instantly a mass of nerve endings and desire. I pushed my face tightly into Jennie's warm pussy, probing with my tongue, licking her soft center, trying to find her clitoris.

Jennie explored me as I tried to prove my worthiness to eat this glorious gift she had given me. Then she got on my clitoris and I rose off the bed, my scream muffled in her cunt. The sensory onslaught thankfully helped me to lose my nervousness and, as I smeared my tongue through Jennie's pussy, I felt the stiff bullet of her clitoris and centered my attention on it.

"Yeah, baby, that's the spot!" She croaked as she went back down on me.

Now we were both pushing our faces into each others' super-heated pussies. Our oral ministrations were interrupted by random moans and muttered words of ecstasy and endearments.

Jennie raised herself from me and said, "Don't come yet, baby. Whew, I was close." She laughed with a breathy exhalation and sidled next to me again.

We looked into each others' eyes, silent for a time. "I'm falling for you, Haley-girl. I never want this to end." Jennie said at last.

"I'm falling too, Jennie." I said and felt a tear roll from my left eye.

Jennie came closer to me and kissed me very softly on the lips and let her hand rest gently on my cheek. She blotted my single tear with her index finger. "Don't cry, baby. I'm gonna make you feel good. Real good." She said.

Jennie maneuvered herself between my legs as I lay supine on the bed. I opened my thighs as she moved her face towards my pussy. Once again, her tongue began caressing my folds and I could feel her power as she licked me and found my clitoris. I tried to lay still and silent but soon she was making me writhe in pleasure as she focused her attention on my button. When I glanced down, I saw her face with eyes closed working on me and I could feel the waves of sensation ripple through my core. I tried to hold on as best I could but I began whimpering louder and louder as she tongued my clit. I was squirming on the bed, tossing my head to each side for respite from the building tension.

Jennie was relentless and I heard her mutter a heated "Yeah" as she knew what she was doing to me. She pressed her tongue down hard on my clitoris and I felt her face pushing into my sex. I was thrashing now and digging my fingernails into the comforter as the avalanche of orgasm began to slide through me.

"Unhhhh, unhhh, ohhhh, fu-u-u-c-c-c-k, yeee-sssss, yeee-sssss, yeee-ssss!" I screamed and the sensation was on me and over me now as Jennie made me come. I was teary eyed as I lay there. Jennie gave me one last swirl of tongue over my clit and my entire body shuddered. "I love you, Jennie. I love you. I love you." I said in a descending voice of wracked emotion.

Jennie crawled back to me on the bed. "I love you, too, Haley." She said simply. She kissed me again. I rolled onto my side so I could look into her eyes from my own teary eyes. She pecked me lightly on the lips.

Jennie took my arm and guided my hand between her thighs. She put my fingers on her clitoris and, with her hand over mine, pressed down on them and made a circling motion. I rubbed her solid, moistened clit as we maintained eye contact.

"Oh, that's nice." She said softly and then with eyes closed she pushed down on my hand encouraging me to rub her harder. 

I pushed my finger on top of and around the hooded bullet of her sex. I could feel her begin to respond to the stimulation. Jennie was now rolling her hips trying to build maximum pressure on her clit as she began to feel the effect of our double-team action on her sex. Her eyes came open suddenly as she exhaled a heated breath and sighed.

"Yeah, Haley, do me like that." She whispered.

I pressed my fingers and squeezed and rolled them over her clitoris. Her reaction was priceless as she moved her face to mine to french kiss me again as I worked that spot. I suddenly felt in control of her for the first time now as she let me take the active role in kissing her and rubbing her magic button. As I felt her respond even more to my hot kiss and my hand on her sex, I imagined myself driving the lane on a fast break. With my fingers firmly planted on my lover's clitoris, I felt myself soaring towards the hoop. When I rammed my hand down to jam a powerful slam dunk, I heard Jennie below me begin to scream with her orgasm.

"Fuckin' yes, oh, fuck me, fu-u-u-c-c-k-k!" And Jennie rose off the bed and fell back down. I covered her mouth with hot, sloppy kissing and she responded with whimpers as I felt her body go limp.

We lay wordlessly for what seemed a long while. We rolled together again and simply held each other. We looked into each others' eyes for the umpteenth time since our meeting. Gentle smiles gradually broadened across our lips.

"Stay the night." Jennie whispered to me.

I laughed softly. "It's only quarter to two in the afternoon, silly."

Jennie laughed too. "Even better. Plenty of time for more. Then you can wake up in my arms."

"I'd like that." I said and lay my head back on the pillow, happy to be with my new love.



Cheering Mom Up



"All holidays are tough but none of them hit quite as hard as Valentine's Day. That's when it really hits me that I'm alone."

I couldn't get those words from my mom out of my head. It had been three years since my father died and, while it was certainly tough on me and my siblings, I believe that it was hardest on my mom. 

My parents had a great relationship. Of course, they fought with each other from time to time but it was always clear that they loved each other and they were both very supportive of each other. My sisters and I have all managed to have good, healthy relationships and we probably have our parents to thank for that.

My dad truly was a great guy. Unfortunately, one not so great guy chose to get behind the wheel with a .25 BAC and took him away from us. I was twenty-three at the time and I was living with my girlfriend (now fiancé), Sarah, in Los Angeles. Both of my sisters also live away from our hometown of Denver but, obviously, we all returned home for the service. We all stayed for a few weeks to help mom out get everything under control. But, we all eventually had to go back to our lives, sadly leaving mom alone in Denver. We have other family in Denver but, naturally, nobody could quite fill the void created in my father's absence. 

Back to present day, I had just finished a phone call with my mom. We got into a conversation about Valentine's Day because she was curious about what I had planned with Sarah. That eventually led to the aforementioned quote that made my heart sink. 

My mom has not dated at all since my father's death. That is not due to a lack of interest in her though. She has had many men ask her out in that span but she seems to have no interest whatsoever in any of them. My father was the love of her life and I don't think she wants to make any attempt to replace him. Despite the fact that her being alone has a lot to do with her own choices, I still can't help but feel terrible for her.

I was pretty much useless for the rest of the day at work. When I got home, it was really comforting to see Sarah. She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen but it's her warm personality and friendliness that really made me fall in love with her. I didn't tell her about my conversation with my mom but just being around her that night made me feel better.

Right before we were about go to bed, Sarah turned to me and said, "I have some bad news."

"Uh oh," I replied.

She sighed before coming out with, "My boss wants me to head up to San Francisco this weekend to try to sign this new band. It's the first time he's letting me go as the lead."

"Well that's great! Isn't it?" I asked.

"It's awesome workwise but what about trip to Catalina for Valentine's Day?" she replied.

I was had been very excited about our trip but I tried to hide my disappointment, "We can just cancel it. This is a big opportunity for you. Besides, San Francisco could make for just as romantic a weekend for us."

"It would be but....I can't bring you. They have a strict no significant other policy on business trips after Susan brought her husband to San Diego and tried to expense $2,000 worth of dinners and drinks that involved no clients," she stated with a distressed look on her face.

I smiled, grabbed her hand and told her, "Hey, Valentine's Day is just a day. Catalina will still be there next week. Besides, you know that my phone sex skills are off the charts."

Sarah scoffed, "They're about the same as mine and that's not saying much. Our phone sex is about as awkward as two teenagers soberly losing their virginities together. We might have to stick to dirty pics."

"Fair enough. This actually might be a blessing in disguise. My mom was just telling me today that she tends to feel especially lonely on Valentine's Day without my dad. Maybe I could spend the weekend with her," I suggested.

She perked up at the idea of this, "That would be so sweet! I think that's a great idea....ninety percent because it will make your mom really happy and ten percent because I will feel less guilty about ruining our weekend. Actually, I'll try to make up for it a little bit right now."

She gave me a soft kiss on the lips, then kissed her way slowly down my body until she disappeared beneath the covers. I was hard from the moment she made contact with my cock. Her tongue felt absolutely amazing as it softly and expertly massaged me.

I wanted to see the action so I lifted up the comforter. I found her beautiful eyes staring back at me as she went to town on my dick. As I ran my hand through her soft hair, I attempted to talk to her but all I could get out was several "You"s followed by very satisfied groans.

I started to feel the familiar tingles and jingles so I said, "Babe, I'm gonna cum."

She didn't say a word. She just winked at me and kept going with even more intensity. Within seconds, I finally lost control and blew my ample load into her mouth. Like a champ, she swallowed it, wiped her lips off and crawled up to kiss me. Then, she whispered, "That's just part one. I still have plenty more making up to do."

As often happens after I cum, I fell asleep pretty much immediately. The next day at work I decided to call my mom and let her know about my plan to come visit, "Hey mom!"

"Hey sweetie," she exclaimed. 

"I have some good news."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I'm gonna come visit you this weekend!"

"Really?! That's great! Wait, what about your trip with Sarah?"

I replied, "She got a promotion at work and has to go to San Francisco for the weekend. She can't bring me because some woman that she worked with tried to have a decadent weekend with her husband on the company's dime."

"Oh Ryan, that stinks! I am selfishly glad though because it means that I get to see you!"

"I'm excited too! It's been so long since I was last home."

"I know! It's been almost a year! You're so busy though and Sarah is such a great girl. I don't blame you at all. Sometimes, things just happen that way," she said.

"Yeah but it shouldn't have taken this long. Anyways, my flight should be getting in around 8 p.m. I also took off Monday so that we can just enjoy the day on Sunday and not have to worry about traveling."

"That sounds perfect! I'll come pick you up then," she responded.

"You don't have to do that. That airport can be crazy. I'll just take a cab."

"Don't be silly! I'll be too excited to wait that long."

I laughed and said, "Okay. I gotta run to a meeting but I'll see you on Friday."

"Bye sweetie!"

I was actually very excited for the trip to see my mom. The next two days at work went incredibly slow. It didn't help at all that Sarah had already left. To help out, Sarah sent a very NSFW photo for me to enjoy in my leisure time. In fact, I enjoyed it the first night she was away. A lot of men would scoff at me jerking off to a picture of my own significant other but, honestly, Sarah is much sexier than anything porn or my imagination has to offer. Long story short, her impressive photography allowed me to approach my destination in a very timely fashion. Unfortunately, right as I was about to arrive, I received a call from my mom. So, I ended up cumming while looking at an image of my mom's face. Not to say that my mom is an unattractive woman but I was certainly not comfortable with that fact. I could not deal with talking to her so recently after cumming, especially since it accidentally happened to her face, so I had to red-button her.

Friday was a fairly busy day at work for me because I needed to leave a little early in order to make it to the airport on time. LAX was a little crowded but the whole process went fairly smoothly. My flight took off on time and we touched down in Denver a few minutes earlier than our ETA. As I came out into the terminal, I found my beautiful mom waiting for me with a giant smile on her face. She ran up to me and gave me a giant hug. The smell of her flowery perfume brought me right back to my childhood. It must have been because I hadn't seen her in such a long time but that hug felt incredibly good and comforting. 

As we broke the hug, she took a good look at me and said, "My goodness, you are looking more and more like your father every year.....especially with that beard."

"I'm not the biggest fan of it but Sarah likes it."

"No, I think it looks good. Very handsome. Besides, Sarah is a hot little piece, I would listen to her if I were you."

I laughed and said, "I always do."

We then left the airport and made the conveniently short trip to my mom's house. The house was exactly as I had last seen it. In fact, it hadn't changed much at all since I was a kid which was very comforting. I went to my room to put my bags away. As I walked in, I realized that everything was still the same as it was when I moved away to Los Angeles with Sarah after college. My Fight Club poster was still on the wall. My Playboy magazines were still tucked under the bed. The only difference that there weren't dirty clothes all over the floor. My mom had clearly tidied up a bit in there because I am a horrible slob when it comes to my own bedroom.

I walked downstairs to find my mom watching TV while enjoying a nice glass of red wine. She asked, "Hey sweetie! Do you want a glass?"

"Sure! I'm not driving."

She poured me a fairly sizable glass. I took my first sip and it was absolutely delicious. That isn't surprising though because my mom always had good taste in wine and had the money to enjoy it often. As I sat down, I realized that she was watching Sleepless in Seattle. That seemed quite appropriate given her situation. I would imagine that she identified very much with Tom Hanks' character as he also lost his spouse and had very intense feeling of loneliness. At least for his character, he had his son with him all the time to keep him company. I began to feel guilty how my sisters and I had all sort of gone on with our lives without making a real effort to visit with or even call our mom all that often. With that in mind, I was determined to make this a great weekend for her.

The combination of the long day of work and travel with the several glasses of wine left me feeling very tired. So, as I often did as a child when we watched movies, I rested my head on my mom's shoulder. I started to doze off. When I awoke, I found that my face had drifted down into her left tit which also let me know that she wasn't wearing a bra. The weirdest part about it was that it didn't make me feel all that weird. It was oddly comforting. I guess the cozying up without the sexual implications combined with being in my childhood home brought me back. 

She seemed to feel the same way as she said, "This is nice! It feels just like old times. I'm sorry that your weekend with Sarah got messed up but I'm happy you're here." After saying that she ran her fingers through my hair and gave me a nice, soft kiss on my forehead.

"To be honest with you, mom, I'm not really that sorry that my trip got canceled. I'm really happy to get to see you."

I returned the affection with a hug and got another great whiff of her intoxicating perfume. She smelled so good. Not to mention the fact that she still looked phenomenal despite being in her fifties. She clearly would have no problem finding a man. To be totally honest, I wanted that for her. Not that I want someone to, nor do I think anyone could, replace my father, I just want her to be happy and not feel so lonely anymore. So, I asked, "Have you been dating at all?"

She took a second and then responded with, "Not too much. I went on a date with a coworker of Judy's a few months but it wasn't exactly a love connection."

"I don't want to tell you what to do but I think it would be good for you to get back out there."

She replied, "I know but it's hard. I don't think I really know how to be part of the single scene anymore."

"You're not gonna have much trouble at all. The single scene will adjust to you. Believe me, you have no idea how hard it is to grow up as a guy with a hot mom."

This caused her to laugh and question, "Oh, I'm a hot mom, huh?"

"Oh yeah. If you only knew the things my friends said growing up about you and continue to say to this day."

"That's good to know. So, I could still get twenty-somethings?" she asked in a somewhat joking manner.

"No question. In fact, maybe we should go out tomorrow night. I can be your wingman."

"Wouldn't that make you feel uncomfortable?" she wondered.

"Not at all."

"I would like to meet someone. I haven't had sex since your father passed away," she paused after saying this, clearly feeling like she said something that she shouldn't have, "Sorry! That's weird for me to say to you. I think it's the wine."

I laughed and assured her, "Don't worry about it. I get it. Everyone has a need for intimacy."

"I agree but I'll try my best to not get too descriptive for your sake."

"I appreciate that," I said with a grin.

"I think we should go to bed now so that we don't sleep the day away tomorrow."

"Good call. I'll see you in the morning!"

She gave me a hug and a peck on the lips which was customary in our family prior to going to bed. She went to her room and I went to mine. I got to sleep within minutes of laying down on my bed.

The next morning, I woke up feeling slightly hungover. I guess I had a few too many glasses of wine. Luckily, I could smell bacon and eggs being cooked downstairs and that typically does the trick for me. I made my way downstairs and found my mom in the kitchen with a plate already prepared for me on the table. 

"Good morning, sweetie!"

"Morning! This looks great, mom."

"Thanks! So what do you wanna do today?" she asked.

"Um....well, do you still wanna go out tonight?"

She responded, "Are you sure that you want to?....it won't be weird for you?"

"No, not at all. Dad's been gone for three years. It would make me feel better knowing that you had someone to spend time with and kept you from feeling lonely."

"And what if this imaginary guy and I REALLY get along?"

"Then I'll throw on my headphones like I did each year on dad's birthday."

She almost had orange juice shooting out of her nose while laughing at this and barely managed to get out, "I'm just going to leave that one alone."

Once she got herself composed again, she asked, "So, what are we going to do until then?"

"We could go see a movie. I think that new Katherine Heigl rom-com is opening today."

"Oh, I really want to see that!"

With a roll of my eyes, I replied, "I figured you would. Believe me, that's the only reason I would consider going to see it."

"Normally, I wouldn't make you go. But, I really want to see it so I'm going to take advantage of your niceness."

"I figured as much."

After we finished eating breakfast, I offered to do the dishes. We both then started getting ready to go. There was only one shower in the house. I let my mom take the first shower because it always takes her much longer to get ready. While she was in there, I went into the living room to watch some TV. A few minutes in, a book sitting on one of the side tables caught my attention. I grabbed it and realized that it was my mother and father's high school yearbook. I noticed that one page was folded in the corner. I opened it to find a large picture of my parents. They had won "cutest couple". I don't think that they ever told me that they won that but it wasn't surprising because they were a great couple. What did sort of take me aback was how stunning my mom was at that age. I mean, she was an absolute knockout. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised thought. Even now, north of fifty, she still turns heads wherever we go. I figured that this would be the easiest wingman job ever.

While I was waiting, I figured I'd check in with Sarah. When I called, her voice sounded like she just woke up, "Hello."

"Uh...hey. Did I wake you up?" I asked.

"Yup."

"Sorry! I forgot about the time difference," I apologized.

"No, it's not your fault. I'd normally be up by now but we were out late after the show and the band really seems to enjoy drinking."

"Yikes! That sucks, babe. Do they have another show tonight?"

"Uh huh. After the physical toll they're taking on me, they better sign with us."

I tried to encourage her, "I'm sure they will. I can attest to your persuasiveness."

She laughed and replied, "I'm not sure you want me to use that same persuasiveness here.....unless you're cool with me blowing the whole band."

"Sarah, I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit. Your vagina and ass are also great," I joked.

"It would be much more efficient if I could incorporate all three at the same time."

I laughed very hard at that.

She followed with, "Speaking of which, I really can't wait until we're both back in LA. I miss little Ryan."

"I'd like to reiterate for the thousandth time that I wish you would come up with a nickname for my dick that didn't have the word "little" in it."

She replied, "Oh sorry...I miss huge, gigantic, monstrous Ryan."

"That's more like it."

She paused for a second and said, "You know, I've got some free time. What do think about practicing our phone sex skills."

"I would love to but my mom is about to get out of the shower."

"Even better. Put on speaker phone and let her join us. No lie, if your mom put it on the table, I might have to rethink our relationship.....MILF," she said in what I believe was a joke.

"Hearing stuff like that doesn't even affect me. I've heard way worse from my friends growing up."

"Oh I'm sure," Sarah responded.

"I think I hear her getting out right now. We're about to go out for the day but I'll call you again tomorrow, okay?"

She answered, "Yeah sounds good. I hope you guys have a lot of fun but I can't wait to see you again. Miss you! Love you!"

"I love you too."

I walked upstairs to get my shower and get ready. Being a guy, the whole thing took me about fifteen minutes. I even managed to jerk off real quick to one of my old Playboys after I got worked up talking to Sarah. Afterwards, I went to see how close my mom was to being ready to go. I knocked on the door to her room and she called out, "Come on in."

When I got in there, I realized that she wasn't all that close to being ready because she was still in her robe. She looked a little bit flustered when she said, "I have something kind of weird to ask you."

With a skeptical look, I responded, "I don't really like the sound of that."

"Well, I figure you're old enough to hear this sort of thing. If we're really going to go out tonight and find me a guy, I'm kind of nervous that my......uh......"

"Spit it out."

She finally blurted, "I'm worried that my underwear is too old-fashioned."

I was not really prepared for that. I hesitantly said, "I'm not sure how I can help you with that."

"I know this might make you feel a little uncomfortable but you're the only one here. Can you just take a look and tell me what you think? Like if it is similar to something that Sarah might wear?"

"I want the record to show that I am not totally comfortable with this but I'm going full wingman tonight."

"Okay," as she said that, she hesitantly removed her robe. What I saw totally caught me by surprise. You see, I had never really seen my mom's figure so exposed. Even when we would go to the beach, she would always wear very conservative bathing suits that left a lot up to the imagination. However, what I saw before me was not nearly so conservative. She had matching pink and black panties and bra. They left very little to the imagination. The panties had black think black lace that stretched around her hips with just a small triangle of light pink material with black flowers that covered up her pussy. Her bra had the same design and seemed to be struggling to contain her surprisingly perky tits that I estimated to be C-cups. She was I surprisingly good shape for her age. In fact, it was making me feel a little uncomfortable how impressive I found her body to be. I was glad that I had been sitting down because apparently "little Brett" was not aware that this particular female body belonged to my mom.




Cheering Mom Up



"So, what do you think?" she asked sheepishly.

"At the risk of this sounding weird, I would say that whoever you allow to see this particular ensemble will be very lucky and very pleased."

"Thanks! It will most likely be nobody though."

"I'm a bit conflicted because I want to be your positive and supportive wingman. But, on the other hand, success in this scenario would involve some dude banging my mom," I jested.

She chuckled, "Yeah I guess this has been a strange conversation what we've been having. Anyways, what time is the movie?

"I think the next showing is in about a half hour so we should probably get going."

"Oh, well then I better get dressed real quick and then we'll head out," she said as she turned around to the outfit that she had laying out on the bed. I hadn't ever really noticed before but, seeing it in her tiny underwear, my mom had a great ass. It might not be as tight as it was when she was younger but it still looked phenomenal. In fact, it made me feel a little uncomfortable how nice I found it.

I got over that weird moment quickly and we got in the car to head to the movie. As we got to the theater, I was surprised to find a very long line for a matinee movie. After a couple of minutes in the line, my mom put her arm around my shoulder and asked, "How does it make you feel to be in a line like this for a Katherine Heigl rom-com?"

I realize that it is a pretty corny thing to say but, whatever, it's my mom so I wrapped my arm around her lower back and said, "At least I have good company!"

She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I bought the tickets and popcorn before we went into the theater. As the previews came on, I was reminded of exactly what I was in for. They were filled with other upcoming corny rom-coms. After a couple of them, I looked at my mom and gave her a playful eye-rolling which seemed to particularly amuse her. I wouldn't admit this to her, but I actually didn't hate the movie. Part of that probably had to do with the fact that she seemed to love it so much. With knowing how lonely she has been, it made me feel great to see her laugh so much and seem so happy if only for those two hours....or this weekend for that matter. 

As the credits started rolling, we walked out of the theater. Seemingly assuming she knew the answer, mom asked, "So what did you think?"

With a grin on my face, I responded, "I cannot believe that, against all odds, the guy and the girl got together in the end. I totally did not see that coming."

She laughed, then followed up with, "I think you liked it though. I saw you laughing a few times."

"It wasn't the worst movie I've ever seen. I'll give you that much."

"So what do you want to do now? Should we go get something to eat?" she asked.

I thought about it for a second and said, "To be honest, I'm actually pretty full from the popcorn. What do you think about grabbing a few drinks somewhere? We could get a small bar snack or something."

"That sounds good to me. I'm pretty full too."

We ended up just going to a pool hall that was nearby. I was about to order the drinks before she stopped me, "No no no. You got the movie, I'll get the drinks. What do you want?"

"I'll just take a beer."

She turned to the bartender and asked, "Can we get a lager pitcher?" 

Being that it was still fairly early, we did not have any trouble finding an open pool table. As I saw my mom attempting to do the rack, I realized that I had never seen her play pool before. Judging by where she placed the eight ball in the rack, I assumed that she wouldn't be great. After I missed a shot and it was her turn, my assumption was verified. The way she held the stick made me think that she might never have even seen somebody play the game before. Unsurprisingly, she missed the shot horribly. 

I then took my turn. I made two balls before missing. As I saw her awkwardly approaching her next shot, I decided that I'd step in, "Here. Try doing it like this," I tried just showing her with my own pull stick but it didn't seem to take. So, I had to resort to the cliché pool-teaching position behind her. As I was showing her, I got a face full of her hair which smelled really, really good. I'm assuming it was her shampoo that gave off this very soothing vanilla scent. She was now ready for her shot. She lined it up like I showed her. She then displayed a much more smooth looking shooting motion and knocked in he first ball of the game. 

"There you go!" I exclaimed. I then offered up a high-five which she happily accepted. 

She actually ended up making three balls in a row on that turn. But, showing no mercy, I finished the game up on my next turn. At that point, the big soda from the movie theater and now the beers at the bar finally got the best of me. I told her, "Sorry, I gotta go to the bathroom."

"No worries! I'll be rack it up for the next game," she responded.

I walked into the bathroom that I would say was not the nicest I had ever been in. There were tons of paper towels on the ground and a plethora of horrible things written on the wall. But hey, it was a pool hall bathroom. What did I expect?

As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw a man that was clearly drunk talking to my mom. Judging by her facial expression and body language, it didn't seem that she was particularly happy to have him there. So, I made my way over to join the conversation. She saw me and looked extremely relieved that I was coming back. She yelled over to me, "Hey, sweetie!"

The guy barely seemed to notice and continued talking to her, "Come on. Let me get you a drink."

Very politely, she said, "I appreciate the offer but I'm here spending time with my son."

"It's just one drink. He'll be fine by himself for a little bit," he snarled.

I decided to step in, "Hey man, she said no."

He turned to me and clearly was not happy. He roared, "I wasn't talking to you."

"Well I'm talking to you because you don't seem to be listening to her. You just need to cut your losses and leave her alone."

After hearing this he gave Ryan a shove and raised his voice even louder, "I don't want to hear another goddamn word come out of your mouth."

"Listen man, you need to just walk away because this won't end well for you," I said. I felt very confident in this situation. First of all, this guy seemed to have hit the bottle pretty hard. Also, and probably more importantly, I am about six foot four and a pretty solid 210 pounds. This guy was not particularly small but he definitely gave up some size to me.

After hearing me say that, he slightly turned to make it look like he was going to walk away but then quickly cocked his right hand and tried to throw a punch. I blocked the blow with my left hand and caught him square in the nose with my right. He went right down to the floor with that one which caused the bartender to run over. He grabbed the drunk man as he tried to get up and come back after me. He began to guide him towards the door and said, "Alright, Frank, get your drunk ass out of here."

The bartender then came back over to us and said, "Sorry about that. Frank can really be an asshole. I know that you weren't causing trouble here but I think it might be in your best interests to get out of here. We often have trouble with Frank and I wouldn't be surprised if he came back in here with some of his cronies."

I cordially replied, "Thanks for the heads up! Have a good one!"

My mom and I got in the car and pulled out to find a new place. She looked over at me and said, "So that was crazy."

"Seriously!"

"I'm not sure what he thought the best case scenario there. Like did he think that I was going to leave my son to go have sex with him at six o'clock?" she asked.

I replied, "I have no idea. We gotta find a better example of the dating scene for you than that. Are there any cool lounges or pubs around here?"

"Well, we could go to Benny's. It's just a few blocks away."

"Sounds good to me," I said.

As we walked into Benny's, there were a decent number of people in there but it was not too crowded. We walked over and found a small table in the corner. The waitress came over to us almost as soon as we sat down. With a glowing smile, she said, "Hi, welcome to Benny's! Do you guys wanna see a menu?"

I looked over at my mom as we attempted to telepathically tried to discuss this question but was mostly just an exchange of weird facial expressions. Finally, I turned back to the waitress and said, "Can we get a drink and food menu?"

"Absolutely! I'll be right back. 

And she was right back. We took turns looking at the food and drink menus. We decided to split some curly fries. I got another beer and she chose a vodka cranberry this time. Since our fries were taking a little while to come out, we got through those first drinks fairly quickly and our waitress promptly brought us another round.

Our fries finally came out and, with it, another round of drinks. The fries were delicious and we knocked them out in what seemed like two minutes. After we finished the next round, the waitress came over and asked, "Are you guys ready for another round?"

My mom took the reins this time, "Yeah that'd be great. But can we also get a shot? Tequila?" she asked while looking at me to seemingly get approval. 

I wasn't particularly excited about doing shots of tequila but I faked some enthusiasm, "Let's do it!"

That shot really took me back to college and not exactly fond memories of it. But, my mom seemed to be having fun so it was a small price to pay.

I began to realize that if our true purpose of the night was to get her back out into the dating scene, then me sitting at this table with her would be extremely counterproductive. So, I told her, "None of these guys are going to come up and talk to you while I'm sitting here. I think I should just sit up at the bar for a little while."

She looked a little uneasy. After a moment, she replied, "But I don't even know what to do. It's been three decades since I've had to do this."

"You don't really have to do anything. Trust me, they will come up do you in droves and you just have to be your normal, charming self," I assured her.

"Okay, I'm trusting you," she pleaded.

"You'll be fine."

She gave a brief smile and said, "Okay. Wish me luck."

"You don't need it....but good luck."

With that, I walked over to the bar. As if on cue, a pretty good looking man walked over to her from across the bar. He looked to be slightly younger than her but she looked so good for her age that it wouldn't really matter. I kept an eye on them as I continued to down more beers. Other than one moment about a minute in where she glanced over at me, this guy seemed to be doing a good job of keeping her attention. She played with her long, blond hair and occasionally gave him a playful slap on the arm, along with many of the other tell-tale signs of female flirting. In fact, she talked to him for over an hour. I just watched a basketball game in the meantime. 

Eventually, she came over and sat down next to me. Confused, I asked her, "What happened to that guy?"

She responded, "We actually really hit it off. He's a lawyer. He was pretty funny. We actually went to the same high school but he graduated a few years behind me."

"So what's the problem?" I asked.

"Well, he just split up with his wife. It sounds like they're probably going to get divorced but I honestly don't want to get into something so complicated."

"I don't blame you. Was he upset?" I asked.

"Well no but that's because I wussed out. I gave him my number but told him I couldn't go home with him because I was here with you," she confessed.

"Well played. Well I think he left. Why don't you go for round two?"

"I have to go to the bathroom first but I will after that."

Shortly after she left, our waitress walked up to the bar. She looked a little tired, then she noticed me. She asked, "What happened to your date?"

I laught a little at this and replied, "That's actually my mom."

She looked embarrassed and apologized, "Oh I'm sorry!"

"No worries. I'm actually trying to be her wingman tonight," I told her.

"No offence but I don't think she really needs your help. She's got super-MILF status," she told me in a very playful way. 

"Believe me, growing up as her son has made me fully aware of that. I guess I'm just here for moral support. My dad died a few years ago and I'm trying to help her get back out there."

"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that! But that's really sweet of you!" she exclaimed.

"I'd love to fully accept that description but I haven't been back to see her for about a year," I admitted. 

"Oh yeah? Where do you live?" she asked.

"I live in LA....with my fiancée," I begrudgingly told her.

"Oh, you're engaged? Well that's just my luck. I find a sweet, good looking guy. It only makes sense that you're attached," she said with a somewhat joking frown-face. 

"Well if it makes you feel any better, the scumbag inside of me almost kept me from telling you that I'm engaged because of how attractive you are," I told her.

This definitely made her smile. She really seemed mull over what she was going to say next. Eventually she managed, "Well, I don't know how long you're gonna be in town but maybe we can exchange numbers and I can wing-woman for your mom."

"I guess there's nothing wrong with that. I actually think the two of you would really get along."

"Oh yeah? Who knows, she is single. Maybe she could get me to switch teams," she joked.

"You're making my penis very confused. I really like the thought of you being with another woman but that other woman being my mom kinda puts a damper on it," I joked back. I wouldn't say it out loud, but the thought of the two of them together didn't really gross me out all that much. That could probably be chalked up to the fact that she was incredibly hot.

She seemed to be very amused by my penis confusion. She then grabbed my phone and entered her phone number into it. She then said, "I'm calling myself right now but I should probably get back to my tables."

"Well it was nice to meet you," I looked down at my vibrating phone, "Kelly." 

Shortly after that, my mom got back from the bathroom. Apparently, she had seen me talking to Kelly, "You looked to be getting pretty flirty with our waitress."

"No, it's not what it looked like."

I hadn't quite noticed earlier but mom had gotten fairly drunk., "You don't have to explain anything to me. I think it's good for you to experience different women before you take the plunge. Marriage is a big commitment and it's best if you have as much information as possible beforehand. A night with a hot little piece of ass like that could be good for you."

I was slightly taken aback to hear these words coming out of her mouth, "I never thought I'd hear you describe someone as a "piece of ass". Maybe I'll try it out. I love Sarah but I'd be lying if said I didn't have any doubts. Kelly, that's the waitresses name by the way, did give me her number. She said that she could probably be a better sidekick for you than I am when you're out looking for guys."

"Oh, well, maybe we should see if she wants to go out with us tomorrow."

"Maybe," I replied.

After that, we both assumed our positions. Again, almost the second that my mom was at the table by herself, another guy came over to talk to her. This guy looked even younger than the first. At first, she didn't really seem to be that interested. None of the signs that I saw with the earlier guy were manifesting this time. However, a few minutes into their conversation, he said something that absolutely made my mom explode with laughter. Once I saw that she was into it, I went back to watching the game.

During a commercial break, I looked back at the table to see how things were going. I was a little nervous to see that there was nobody there. Somewhat frantically, I began to scan the bar. This scare was short-lived though because I located the two of them out on the dancefloor. To my delight, they both seemed to be having a great time.

"Looks like she found one," I heard and turned to find that it came from Kelly.

I answered, "Yep. He might be a little young for her but she looks to be enjoying herself."

"Like I said earlier, your mom is a hottie. She could come out here and take home college guys if she wanted to," Kelly retorted.

"So what's my move here? Do I head home? Let her do her thing?" I asked.

"I would just shoot her a text and see what she wants to do."

Kelly quickly had to run somewhere but I took her advice. I sent my mom a text saying, "What's the gameplan?"

I watched my mom. I saw her phone light up in her purse and, luckily, she saw it too. After she read it, she turned to the guy she was with and said something. They looked to be exchanging numbers, she gave him a peck on the cheek, and then she walked over to me. I asked her, "What's going on?"

She said, "Let's get out of here."

"Are you sure? You guys looked like you were hitting it off."

"Yeah I'm sure. I'm gonna make him work for it," she said with a sly look on her face.

"Okay."

With that exchange, she went back over to the table to grab her coat. Kelly returned to the bar, so I updated her, "She said she's gonna make him work for it."

She laughed and said, "Good for her. I'm sure he will work for it too."

All of a sudden, my mom jumped into the conversation and showed her drunkenness because she was just shy of shouting, "Thank you so much for the great service! Ryan tells me that you might be interested in being my wingwoman."

Apparently very used to people in this state, Kelly didn't miss a beat, "Yeah I'd love to. I guarantee I'd be of more use to you than this guy," shooting me a teasing smirk. 

My mom turned to me and said, "I like her," then turned back to Kelly, "What's your name by the way?"

"Kelly."

"Well, nice to meet you Kelly. I'm Julia. I sure hope that you can hang out with us tomorrow night," my mom said as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

"Well, I'm supposed to work but I'll see what I can do," Kelly responded.

"Sounds great!" mom exclaimed.

I finally jumped back into the conversation, "I think we're gonna get going but I'll get in touch with you tomorrow."

"Alrighty! I'll talk to you tomorrow," she said with a smile and a wink.

With that, we headed out the door with my mom's arm still wrapped around my shoulder which I realized was about as much for support as it was for anything else. She was drunker than I had ever seen her before. I realized that, while I wasn't as bad as her, I also was in absolutely no shape to drive. So, I called a cab to take us home and decided to leave the car there for the night.

When we got home, my mom had to run upstairs to go to the bathroom. We she came out, it looked as though simply standing there was difficult for her to do. In fact, she had to lean up against the wall as she said to me, "I like that girl Kelly. I remember when I used to look like her....young guys like you going after me."

I countered, "Are you kidding me? Guys at that bar were lining up to try to talk to you."

"You're sweet," she said as she seemed to half doze off while leaning up against the wall.

"Why don't we get you to bed," I offered. She latched onto me again as I led her into her bedroom.

Right before we got to the bed, she turned towards me and had my face cupped in both of her hands. She then ran her right hand through my hand as she said, "You always take such good care of me, Jack," she then cupped my face again and gave me a kiss on the lips. Now, this was not a peck on the lips like we've done tons of times before. This was a deep, passionate kiss. Now, I should have been freaking out because my mom called me by my dead father's name and was now kissing me in a very not mother/son way but all I could think about was how soft her lips felt. Without even thinking, I put both of my hands on her nice, firm ass and pulled her in closer to me. We were now exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. My penis was rock hard at this point as it rubbed up against her body. With my hands already on her ass, I picked her up and laid her down on the bed. As we continued kissing, my hand made its way down inside of her pants. Through her panties, I could feel that she was already extremely wet. For some reason, this seemed to snap me back into reality as I realized that I was making out with my mom and was just about to start fingering her. Not only that, she was probably blacked out at this point and I was essentially about to take advantage of her. 




Cheering Mom Up



I backed away very quickly and she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! I'm just gonna go to bed."

Not seeming to match my level of anxiety, she said, "Okay. Good night, sweetie."

Freaked out, I immediately ran to my room and jumped on my bed. Luckily, I was drunk enough that I pretty much went right to sleep. Otherwise, I think it would have been a long, sleepless night. However, if I wasn't drunk, the whole situation wouldn't have happened. Right?

The next morning, I woke up at about ten o'clock. I walked out of my room and did not hear any movement in the house. Terrified, I walked up to my mom's room. I gave a soft knock on the door and heard nothing come from the other side. After a few more knocks with no response, I cracked open the door. I could see her laying on the bed. She looked to be deeply, deeply asleep. To be honest, I was pretty relieved because I wasn't quite ready to deal with the situation.

I went down to the kitchen to grab something to eat. I also tried watching TV for a little while but I was too antsy to just sit there. I figured I could put that energy to good use by doing some chores around the house. First, I decided to take care of the dishes which had piled up in the sink. After that, I thought it would be a good idea to throw a load of laundry in the washing machine while I worked on other parts of the house. In the laundry room, I found a basket full of dirty clothes. Sitting on top of the pile, I saw a pair of black lace panties. I don't know what came over me but I picked them up and smelled them. The sweet scent of my mom's pussy took me right back to our encounter from the night before. As if instinctual, I did another giant whiff as I pulled my cock out of my pants and began stroking it. Thoughts about her amazing tits, her shapely ass, and her gorgeous, soft lips began running through my mind. I began to imagine what it would feel like for her to wrap those lips around my throbbing cock as I pressed her panties more firmly into my nostrils. Aided by these incredibly taboo fantasies, I was rapidly approaching orgasm. With one last inhale, I blasted a gigantic load all over the basket of dirty clothes. Luckily, I was about to put them in the wash anyways.

After I came, reality seemed to come crashing down on me. As I was loading the clothes into the washing machine, a ton of thoughts were racing through my mind. Did she really think I was my dad? Does she remember what happened at all? Did it only happen because we were drunk? If so, why did I just jerk off to her panties? What does this mean about my relationship with Sarah? What does my interest in Kelly mean about my relationship with Sarah? 

Having so many questions and absolutely no answers was causing me a serious amount of anxiety and no amount of housework could diminish it. Over the next few hours, I slowly began to feel a little better mostly because my mom was still passed out in her room. Every now and then I went in to check on her and make sure she was alright. It wasn't until three in the afternoon that she actually woke up. Hearing her say, "Good morning, sweetie" really sent a jolt up my spine though.

I looked up at her and was absolutely shocked by how amazing she looked after waking up from a night of excessive drinking. I guess one of my questions was now answered because I was no longer drunk and my attraction to her was still very much there. Judging by her lack of awkwardness, it seemed as though she might not have remember what happened between us. I responded to her good morning with, "Hey sleepy-head. How are you feeling?"

"I've felt better. I woke up to texts from two different guys whose names I don't recognize. They asked me if I was free tonight so I guess I did alright last night."

"You don't remember at all?" I asked.

"Nope. The last thing I remember is when we took those tequila shots. That was definitely a bad choice."

"That was all you," I teased. I was definitely relieved to hear that she didn't remember. However, I was not totally care-free because I still had to figure out why I did the things I did and felt the way I felt. I'm not sure I will every feel totally comfortable with what happened last night and this morning. In fact, at that very moment, I couldn't stop myself from glancing at her breasts and fantasizing about licking and sucking on them right then and there. Essentially in an attempt to sidetrack myself, I asked her, "So, which one are you gonna go out with?"

"Neither."

"Huh?" I questioned.

"You haven't been home in a year and you're about to head back to LA tomorrow. So, you're going to be my date tonight," she replied. She had no idea how loaded of a statement that was given what happened in her blacked out state.

I figured I'd entertain myself a little so I responded with, "Okay but don't think that just because I agree to go to dinner with you that that means I'm going home with you."

She was a good sport with it, "Oh is that right? Well, I've heard that before. We'll see."

At that moment, I felt my phone buzzing. I looked and saw that I had a text message from Kelly that read, "Hey Ryan! It was nice meeting you last night! Anyways, I have a friend that is willing to cover my shift if you guys still wanna hang out tonight."

I thought about it for a second before responding. I really liked her. She was insanely hot and she had a really great sense of humor to go along with it. It seemed like a pretty good chance that I could have sex with her and I'm sure it would be amazing. However, I simply could not get my mom out of my head. So, I texted back, "Sorry, my mom is still struggling from last night. I think she's gonna stay in and I'm probably gonna stay with her."

Instantly, I saw the three dots showing that she was already typing. She sent, "Hey, no need to be sorry. You're once again being the sweetest son ever! Definitely hit me up next time you're in town though!"

I sent back, "I'll definitely let you know. Meeting someone as awesome as you last night was definitely a pleasant surprise."

She sent me back a long string of smiley faces. I'm not usually very into using emojis but I simply sent her a wink face in response.

My mom must have noticed me texting, "Who's that?"

"Kelly. She was our waitress last night."

Her eyes lit up at this, "Oh yeah? What does she want?"

"Well, last night you and I talked to her about going out tonight. She was hoping to get someone to take her shift but nobody would."

"That's too bad," she consoled.

Wanting to change the subject, I said, "So where are we going for dinner?"

"I don't really want to go anywhere fancy. There's a steakhouse near the bar that we were at last night that's pretty good."

I replied, "That will actually work out great because I had to leave the car there last night because we were both wasted."

She laughed, "I hope that it doesn't have a boot now."

"Yeah that would suck!"

"Well, I guess I better start getting ready," she decided.

"Good idea. In the meantime, I'll call to have a cab pick us up in a couple of hours."

Again, it took her a very long time to get ready. In fact, despite the fact that I scheduled for the cab to come two hours in advance. We still ended up making him wait about ten minutes before she was ready to go. Luckily, he seemed to be a pretty nice guy. We got to the bar and were very pleased to find no boot and no parking tickets. So, we got in and we drove the short distance to the steakhouse. Thankfully, it wasn't overly crowded so we were sat pretty much right away. Given our environment, we both went with the obvious choice of steaks. As we waited for our steaks, we began to chat, "So, you're gonna have to fill me in on what happened last night."

I obliged, leaving some things out, "Well, it was all downhill for you after you decided to order us two shots of tequila."

"Ew!"

"But you still managed to chat up two pretty good looking guys and apparently got both of their numbers. One is currently in the middle of a divorce though," I informed her.

"No thanks. Too messy."

"While you were with them. I actually talked to our waitress, Kelly, for a while. She was pretty cool and you seemed to agree. You wanted me to hook up with her. You actually called her a "hot piece of ass" at one point."

She smirked and replied, "And I stand behind that. Don't get me wrong, I love Sarah but I am worried that you might be settling down too early. And Kelly is a hot little thing. She probably could have taken me home last night if she tried."

"It's funny you say that because she had similar things to say about you."

"Good to know," she joked, "It's too bad she couldn't hang out with us tonight."

"Yeah it is. I don't think I would be into going to a bar again tonight though to be honest."

She agreed, "Same here. I haven't been quite this hungover in a while."

As if on cue, our server arrived with our steaks. They were absolutely delicious. And huge. When we were finished, we both just sat there in silence as we recovered.

"So what now?" I asked.

"Even though I slept for a million years, I'm actually already tired again. What do you say that we just head home and watch a movie or something?" 

"I'm cool with that."

After a fight over the check, she eventually let me pay and we got in the car to head home. When we got home, my mom started going through the movies to find one for us. After putting me through a rom-com on Saturday, she decided to make it up to me with an action movie. Simple with a lot of explosions, just the way I like it. 

As we sat down on the couch, it was just like Friday night but in reverse. She had her head on my shoulder as she fell asleep several times throughout the movie. As always, her hair smelled amazing. Not only that but the angle she was laying at gave me a perfect view of her cleavage. While this was pretty pleasant, it was a little too pleasant because I could feel my cock starting to get hard. I knew that I just had to make it through the night and then I would be heading home to a crazy sex session with an extremely sex-starved Sarah. So, when I knew mom was asleep, I grabbed the remote and fast forwarded to the end of the movie. I then nudged her to wake her up, "Hey, the movie is over. We should probably get to bed."

"Okay. Sorry I fell asleep," she said.

"Don't worry about it."

We both then got up and started walking up the stairs. She was wearing yoga pants which made her ass look amazing. This wasn't helping me at all in my quest to calm down my penis. She got to her door, I got to mine, and I thought I was home-free. But, then she turned and asked, "Why didn't you hang out with that waitress tonight?"

"She couldn't get anyone to take her shift tonight. I guess everyone was trying to get off for Valentine 's Day."

She walked closer to me and said, "I saw your face when you were texting her. You had this giant grin on your face. It was obvious that you like her and that she wasn't giving you any bad news."

I tried to save it, "Honestly, I wanted to spend the day with you and I didn't want you to feel bad that I wasn't hanging out with her."

Suddenly, she grabbed me and kissed me much like she had the night before. She then pulled away and asked, "Are you sure it wasn't because of our kiss last night? Are you sure that it wasn't because you wanted to fuck your mom?"

I had no idea what to say. All I could manage was, "I uh.."

She continued, "And that your mom wanted to fuck you?"

Again, she grabbed me and kissed me. This time, she slipped the tongue in. When she did that, I backed away at first. She looked at me square in the eyes and said, "It's okay."

Apparently, that was all I needed to hear because, suddenly, I became the aggressive one. We were going at it like high school kids. I lifted her up by her ass and kissed her up against the wall as she wrapped her legs around my body. Once I started kissing her neck, she said to me in panted breaths, "Take me to bed, sweetie!"

"Whatever you say, mom," I said and I subsequently carried her into the bedroom. For some reason, crossing that threshold seemed to slow down the pace. I gently laid her down on the bed. Then, I removed my shirt and my pants.

She looked at me in awe and said, "I haven't seen a tight body like that in thirty years."

I replied, "I hope that I'm lucky enough to be with a woman in thirty years that has a body like yours."

I then slowly started to take off her pants, savoring the sight of every inch of her gorgeous, womanly body. Once I got her pants down to her knees, I started to kiss her inner thigh while I continued to slide them off. This caused her to let out a slight moan. Once I got her pants the whole way off, I looked up at her. She gave me the sexiest little smile and very seductively removed her shirt. She then reached behind her back and removed her bra, revealing her glorious tits. Without hesitation, I crawled up and started sucking on her tits, trying very hard to not think about the fact that I had done this before....when I was a baby.

I gave her one more deep kiss before slowly removing her panties. To be honest, I was expecting to find a bush. On the contrary, it was completely bald. Her pussy was beautiful. Without hesitation, I dove in. Her groans began to grow louder as the speed of my tongue began to increase. When I started to lick her clit, her moans graduated to full out screams. Based on those screams, I could sense that she was getting close. So, I locked into that rhythm and that location. About a minute later, she screamed out, "Fuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeessssss!!!"

She was out of breath but she did that thing where she had a faint laugh in between her panting that let me know that she truly had a powerful and satisfying orgasm. Giving her a look that said "I'm not done", I grabbed her legs and put them up over her head. She held them there comfortably thanks to her frequent yoga sessions. Once she was in that position, I went right back to work. I started out giving her long slow strokes from the bottom of her pussy to the top and back. She seemed to be caught by surprise when I kept going down and began licking her asshole. At first, it seemed like she wasn't so sure about this but, when I started rubbing her clit simultaneously, she got on board in a hurry. While still managing to take care of the task at hand, I stole a look at my mom's face. She had her eyes shut and she was mouthing the words "Oh my god" over and over again. In what seemed like no time, she reached another orgasm and let out a scream that rattled the house.

Mom did not seem to be bothered at all by the fact that my tongue was just in her asshole because she quickly gave me a kiss that was not only passionate but seemed thankful if that makes any sense. She then threw me down on my back and pulled down my boxers. I wasn't expecting much from her orally because she hadn't given a blowjob in I'm assuming at least three years and then she was married for a long time before that so who knows. However, I couldn't have been more wrong. She handled my dick like a porn star. She was moving her tongue around in ways that I honestly couldn't even understand. What surprised me even more was the fact that she was able to deep throat it without too much trouble especially since my dick is at least slightly above average size. I can normally last pretty long but her skills would not allow that in this instance. So, I told her, "I'm about to cum."

She gave the bottom of my dick one more lick from the base to the head before she slightly backed away and said, "No you're not. Not yet. You're gonna fuck mommy's brains out."

Believe me, I didn't need to be told twice. I did have a question though, "Do you have any condoms?"

"We don't need one. I got that whole situation taken care of after your sister was born."

She assumed the same position she was in earlier with her legs above her head. This was particularly awesome because not only did it give me great access to her pussy but her legs also pushed her beautiful tits together. While still focusing on this stunning visual, I slid my rock hard cock into her warm and extremely wet pussy. My first strokes were slow and deep as I was simply enjoying how great it felt to be inside her. I happened to look over and see a picture on the nightstand with a frame that says "World's Greatest Mom". For some twisted reason, this turned me on even more and I began to increase the pace of my pumps. She seemed to notice and got more riled up herself. At this point, we were making the headboard bang up against the wall over and over again. I licked my fingers and started rubbing her tits. This compelled her to join in on rubbing her tits and pressing my hand even more firmly into them. As hard as I tried to make it last as long as possible, I could tell that I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. So, again, I told her, "I'm about to come."

She looked right at me with a slight grin and said, "Give me all of it."

As if compelled by that command, I busted a giant load right into my mom. I then laid down in the bed next to her as we were both out of breath. I looked over at her, she simultaneously looked at me and we both just started laughing. We were both then just staring at the ceiling, contemplating the consequences of what just happened. However, I realized that I couldn't take it back now so I just wanted to enjoy this moment in case it was the last time it would ever happen. 

Even though there were a million things to be said in the situation, we just laid there in silence. She turned on her side and I cozied up behind her with my arm wrapped around her. This could be a somewhat acceptable mother/son positioning if it weren't for the fact that we were both still totally naked. She didn't seem to mind the fact that my cock was rubbing up against her ass. I certainly didn't mind that her ass was rubbing up against my cock. I gave her a soft kiss on her neck before I said, "Good night, mom."

"Good night, sweetie."

When I woke up, I found myself alone in my mom's bedroom. I got up, put on my boxers and walked down to the kitchen. I saw her sitting at the table with two plates of food, a cup of coffee in her hand, and a blank stare out the window. I broke her trance with, "Good morning, mom!"

"Morning, sweetie!"

"Breakfast looks great!"

"Thanks," she said and then paused to think, "Listen, we need to talk about last night."

Begrudgingly, I said, "I know. For what it's worth, I had a great time."

"So did I....that's the problem," She replied.

I responded, "I get that it's not an ideal situation but I don't think it was a mistake. Standing here right now, I still want you. Last night, I could have gone out with Kelly but I wanted you. I wanted you so badly. I wanted you more than I've ever wanted anyone."

"But this can never work. Mothers just can't date their sons. It would be one thing if you were an only child but what would your sisters think if they found out."

"I think it can work out. We're still mother and son but just a little more intimate."

"A little more intimate? Your tongue was in my asshole last night."

"That's a good point. And as far as Charlotte and Kenna go, I don't think it will be that hard to keep it from them since they don't come around that often."

"Well what does this mean for you and Sarah?" she asked.

"Honestly, I don't know. I think I'll have to play it by ear. To be honest, I don't really want to think about all of these things right now," I said as I started to undo her robe, "We have about twenty minutes before I have to get ready to leave for the airport."

In just those twenty minutes, we absolutely tore that kitchen apart. She even seemed to have developed a new fetish as she requested that I eat her ass out again. To even things out, she actually let me fuck it after I licked it.




Cheering Mom Up



The ride to the airport had very little conversation. It was more or less just an exchange of smiles. Once we got there, we were pleased to see that the security check wasn't very crowded. As we were saying good bye, what started out as a good bye peck turned into a full-on make out. Luckily, nobody around us knew just how taboo this action was. However, with the mindset that we were in, we probably wouldn't have paid them any mind even if they did. Eventually, we managed to break away from each other. I gave her one more look before I went into the terminal. She flashed that gorgeous smile of hers and waved. I waved and turned away. I didn't look back again because I knew that I wouldn't be able to leave if I did.

All in all, It was a good Valentine's Day...



Cheering My Sister's Friend Up



My traveling keeps me with a busy schedule. All work and no play, right? Hardly. I find the time to escape and indulge in my bad self.

I was out in California, visiting my family. My sister has a friend that's going through a nasty divorce and she hung out with us on the night I arrived. I mentioned that I begin to go through withdrawal from working out if I don't hit a gym every other day and she offered to give a guest pass to hers to me. We seemed to hit it off and I pick up body language from flirty girls, so I knew she found me attractive. The next day she picked me up, from my cousin's condo, and we went to the gym. I teased her for her bad form and helped her fix it. She's a petite girl, probably only 110, girl-next-door face, sweet, and in great shape at 37 years old.

I humored her - letting her spot me on the Smith machine. She was scared but flattered that I trusted her. She didn't know that the Smith machine does most of the spotting, but I didn't kill her buzz by telling her. Anyway, we got to flirting and she would intentionally pose for me while lifting (sticking her ass farther out than she needed to, trying to show her cleavage to me, etc.). I told her to stop, since it was distracting and could get me injured, but she played dumb, smiled, and said she wasn't doing anything wrong and that I'm a pig for bringing it up. I just laughed.

Her story sounded cliche - husband cheated on her, she forgave him, he did it again and again, she got tired of it and wanted a divorce. He wound up moving to LA to be closer to work. She's been beating herself up for trusting him over and over. I ended that topic before it got too depressing and asked about guys she was dating. She said she tried, but only met a bunch of idiots so far.

We finished at the gym and she drove back to her place to shower and head to my sister's. I needed to head out that way anyways, so I planned on hitching a ride with her. The air in the car, on the ride to her place, became thick with tension as we flirted back and forth. When we arrived, I asked where the guest shower was so I could jump in. She pointed me in the right direction, I thanked her, and took my shirt off on the way there, sensing her eyes on me the entire time. I finished my shower put a towel around my waist and went to grab my bag, which I left in her foyer. Of course I left it there so I would have to get it, I had to tease her with a visual. She saw me walking through the hall, from her bedroom and whistled at me. I playfully shook my ass at her. She just turned the shower on.

I grabbed my bag and started to bring it back to the bathroom when I noticed that she intentionally left the bedroom and it's bathroom doors open. I crept up to the door and watched her change. Time treated her breasts well over the years due to the perk and slight bounce as she took her sports bra off. Naked, she threw a towel over her shoulder and turned around to walk to the shower as it warmed up. She saw me, gasped, and froze as she saw me leaning on the door frame. I told her to continue doing what she's doing and that I was enjoying the show. She called me a pig and told me to leave and close the door. I playfully told her to shut up and get in the shower, because she would have closed the door if she didn't want me to see her. She smiled, hung her head, and walked sheepishly to the shower. I followed her, put my bag on the counter, and dropped the towel to join her.

At this point she became extremely shy and reserved. She stood in the hot water, covering her nipples with her hand and forearm. I told her to turn around to give her some privacy, which she did and she began putting shampoo in her hair. She apologized for being shy, but that she hasn't seen another naked man since college. I stopped her hands from working through her hair and told her to put them to her sides. I slowly massaged her shoulders, worked my hands up her neck, and pulled her head back to rub her temple. She sighed and I told her that she should feel more relaxed and she agreed. She finished with her hair and I grabbed her loofa and body wash to wash her. She still seemed shy and stiff as I finished with her back. I put the loofa down, turned her around, pressed her against the shower wall and kissed her. Her lips eagerly parted and I felt her body release the built-up tension as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her breasts against me.

We stared into each others eyes for a second and I went back to washing her, intentionally letting my hard cock brush against her hip and cheeks of her ass as I turned her around. She bent-over to rinse her hair off, pressing her ass against me. I let my cock slide between her legs so she could feel my shaft against her lips. I felt her body shudder as she took her time. I teased her by rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy. She began to put conditioner in her hair as I reached out to my bag to grab a condom and slip it on. Her body froze and her hands went from her hair to the shower walls as she felt my cock part her pussy lips and begin to slide in. She gritted her teeth and stood on her toes as she told me to be gentle. She was extremely tight and I took my time letting her get used to me. I felt my cock hit bottom just as I was completely buried in her and she began to moan. After just sitting inside her for a minute, I began to slowly slide in and out of her, inch by inch until she loosened up a bit. I pushed the shower head to the side, pulled out, turned her around, and pressed her against the wall. I picked her up by her ass and wrapped her legs around me as I slid her down on my cock. Her arms wrapped around my head and she violently kissed me as I bounced her up and down on me.

Soon the condom lost it's lubricant from the shower water (I hate that!) so I picked her up, carried her to the bed and put a towel down. I grabbed a new condom, but before I unwrapped it she told me to lay on the bed. She straddled me and began to suck my cock like a professional. I asked were she got all the experience and she said she learned well in college, but she hasn't given a blow job to her husband for a few years. I let her continue and made her beg me to fuck her again. Eventually I gave in and this time her pussy was extremely wet and loosened. She's the kind of girl that cums multiple times and keeps going. After an hour of our time we rinsed off in the shower one last time and headed out towards my sister's for the rest of the day. It seems like she's making it a point to hang out with my sister as much as possible so we can disappear once in awhile on our own. She's not needy, loves the attention, and cool with knowing that this tryst will end when I leave.



Cheering Up



My hands were trembling as I sat down behind my desk at the front of the lecture hall. I can't believe she had the nerve to come here and loudly tell me she was leaving me in front of my entire class. And telling them she was sleeping with someone else too! Angry didn't begin to describe how I felt. Angry and hurt. I just wanted to get back to my office and have a stiff drink or two and let my nerves calm down before I went home to an empty house. I was just thankful that it was the final exam and I wouldn't have to try and teach feeling like this. I'm sure I'd end up taking it out on one of my students and that wouldn't be fair.

I taught a freshman history seminar at a relatively large university whose name is unimportant. The classroom was huge and filled with all manner of students who were just coming back from various student activities for the night class. A few football players joking with each other, some cheerleaders gossiping back and forth, a couple of marching band members exhausted from carrying instruments through countless marching drills. They all dutifully took their seats and quietly began the exam. I closed my eyes and leaned back, trying desperately to calm myself and trusting the honor of my students not to cheat during the exam.

By the time the exam finished I still had my eyes half closed and tried my best not to look at any of my students for fear of them offering some sort of platitude when I knew damn well there was nothing they could say or do that would make me feel better. I stacked the exams together after everyone left and flipped through them to even out the pages when a small handwritten note fell out. In neat feminine script it said, "You can do so much better than her." I smiled slightly to myself and, for reasons I still can't explain, I stuffed the note in my pocket and took the exams back to my office with the intention of leaving them to be graded until next week.

When I got to my office, I noticed one of my students standing outside the door. She was still dressed in her uniform, and although I knew I shouldn't, I couldn't help noticing how good she looked in it. Her hair was tied back in a high ponytail and her eyes shone in the fluorescent light in the hallway. Her olive skin was set off nicely against the dark blue and crisp white of her uniform top; a top that almost looked to be stretched a little too tight over a pair of large firm breasts. Her thighs were smooth and strong under her short pleated skirt, probably toned from a few years of standing at the bottom of pyramids hoisting the smaller cheerleaders above her. She definitely wasn't one of the boyish, flat-chested cheerleaders that a lot of men seemed to like for some reason. Her curves were lush, full, and feminine. Before I let my mind wander any further afield, I composed myself and approached my office door and greeted her.

"Do you mind if I come in for a moment Professor? I have a couple of questions I was hoping you could answer." I was exhausted and really didn't feel like discussing coursework anymore, but she seemed so kind and eager that I figured a few more minutes wouldn't hurt. I unlocked the door and let her in. She sat down in front of my desk and folded her hands in her lap, a picture of perfect innocence in her uniform. I closed the door and dropped the exams on the desk and leaned back in my chair.

"Well, what would you like to know, uh....."

"Nicole. And I was wondering if you got my note." Her eyes took on a playful flirtatious quality as she asked me. I blushed slightly and was a bit confused for a moment until I remembered the folded slip of paper in my pocket. I swallowed hard and worried about where this was going.

"Yes, I got it. Thank you. I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm really not in the mood to be looking for anyone better right now." She got up and turned to face the door, smiling the entire time. I then heard the lock click and she looked back at me. "Who said you have to look?"

She walked back to the desk and leaned forward. Her top was much lower than I thought it was out in the hall and I could see the full swell of her breasts at eye level as she looked at me. I struggled to pull my eyes away from her curves, but I could feel myself getting lost in her beauty. She licked her lips as she looked at me. "But you can look if you want." I felt my heart pound as I listened to her innocent voice tempt me with forbidden desires. I had never even looked at a student like this, and now here was this curvy, sexy, goddess of a woman throwing herself at me on a night when I was already more vulnerable to such things.

"Nicole, this isn't right. You know as well as I do that we can't do this..."

"Why? The rules say that a professor can't have a relationship with one of his students." She came around the desk and leaned down toward me, her lips grazing my ear, her breasts full in my face. I could feel her warm breath on my ear lobe as she whispered. "I'm not one of your students anymore. You already have my last exam." 

I moaned slightly as I listened to her, unable to stop myself. I could feel my desires starting to get the better of me, but I struggled to stay in control. "Nicole, if this is about what happened in class, you don't have to do this. I appreciate it and all, but this is highly inappropriate."

"I was planning to do this all semester. And what she did to you was inappropriate. What I have planned....." She leaned into me and kissed me deeply and passionately, her tongue searching my mouth, swirling around my tongue. She ran her hands through my hair and I couldn't stop myself from responding in kind. I could feel my cock jumping and pulsing in my slacks as she pulled away. "is very appropriate."

She stepped back and slipped her uniform top over her head, her breasts bouncing free and covered only by a small black demi-cup bra. I practically drooled at the sight, especially after thinking back to my ex's small breasts and ice princess demeanor. Nicole reached behind her and undid her bra, her breasts jutting forward proudly as she did. Then she kneeled in front of me and undid my belt and slacks, quickly pulling them down and freeing my rapidly hardening cock.

There was a hunger in her eyes as she looked at my cock. With one quick motion she greedily took the full length in her mouth, licking and sucking the entire time. I could feel my shaft swelling against her tongue, the precum pouring down her throat. I moaned loudly as I felt her lips press more firmly around my cock and suck against the entire length as she let my now wet and glistening cock pop out of her mouth. 

Then, as if she could read in my mind what I wanted next, she leaned her body forward and rested her arms on my legs. She looked up at me with a face of pure innocence and proceeded to engulf my cock between her full firm breasts. She rubbed them against me, letting me luxuriate in a tit fuck that I was only imagining a few moments ago. The head of my cock poked out from in between her incredible breasts every so often, but mostly I could feel my precum dripping onto her intoxicating cleavage, her breasts squeezing and milking the cum out of me. I gripped the arms of my chair hard and my eyes rolled back into my head in ecstasy as I felt her squeeze harder and moan softly. I looked down and could see that was now only using one hand to squeeze her tits around me and had slipped her other hand between her legs and was now playing with and teasing her clit. At this point I couldn't take anymore and had to have her.

I softly pushed her back and then swept my arm along my desk. The exams and all the detritus of my now dead relationship was knocked to the floor, including the picture of my ex; the frame smashing on the floor. I lay down on the desk and took her hand, helping her up so she could straddle me. She stood over me for a moment like a conquering heroine. She was a bit unsteady from her arousal and quickly sat down on my stomach. As she did, I could feel my swollen cock rub against her dripping wet and neatly trimmed pussy. She licked her lips and moaned as she moved up and down a few times, letting my cock rub against her lips and my head press against her sensitive pussy. 

Finally, she took my cock in her hand and guided it between her dripping wet lips, the head of my cock pressing against her, struggling to enter her. She moaned and writhed at the pressure, but I couldn't take the teasing anymore. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her down, gently but firmly. I felt the head of my cock pop into her and we both moaned loudly at the sensation. We thought we heard footsteps in the hall, but we didn't care anymore. We just needed to feel each other.

She rode me slowly at first, easing herself up and down my shaft. I thrust up to meet her, our bodies wet and sticky as we rubbed against each other. Over and over we met, our thrusts becoming faster and more impassioned. I ground myself against her as she met my body, my groin rubbing against her clit making her moan. I began to thrust harder, my desire taking on a renewed urgency.

As I began to move faster and with greater force, her full breasts began to bounce with every movement. Her eyes fluttered as an orgasm began to build within her. My mouth went dry from moaning and screaming as my cock began to pulse and throb harder and faster. I couldn't hold out much longer and ached to be even deeper inside her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on me over and over again. I thrust upward even harder, pushing the head of my cock even deeper inside, the curve of my cock making my head push against her g spot again and again.

Finally, without warning, her entire body froze in place and a look of ecstatic shock came over her. Then I felt her pussy spasm and throb around me, clutching at my shaft, milking the cum out of me. The pressure was too much and I screamed out as my own orgasm overtook me. Wave after wave of hot sticky cum poured into her tight little pussy as our bodies shuddered together. After it subsided, I could barely move. My shaft continued to spasm uncontrollably as my arms lay limp at my sides. She seemed to relax completely on top of me and leaned forward, resting her body on top of me. Then, while I was still inside her, she softly kissed my cheek and held me tightly, and I could do nothing but hold her against me as well.