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A Soccer Mom

By: dkbeasley



I am a soccer mom, hopelessly and forever. It's like I've heard some men say, "Once a Marine, always a Marine". Well it's the same for me. Dean is 23 now and is doing post graduate work at Upton College but I still call myself a soccer mom. He was only 13 when his dad took off and I was left to raise him and his sister Toni on my nurse's salary. We must have gone to scores and scores of games together, mostly here in town but occasionally, and especially at tournament time, to away games in towns nearby. It was a special time in our lives. 

Now here we are 10 years later and they're both out of the house. Toni is out on the west coast honing her career and Dean is living the busy life of a popular student at Upton, the good looking (and I mean seriously good looking) co-captain of the soccer club there at school and somehow with all that, managing a girlfriend and a part time job. He has grown up to be quite a man, a big change from the inexperienced little boy he was just five years ago at age 18. I'm proud of him and love him so. I am especially blessed that he remains devoted to me, comes home as often as he can and always without exception, showers me with a son's unflinching affection. I think the other mothers are pretty jealous or at least I hope they are. I so look forward to his visits.

Two weeks ago I was hosting a party for a few of my girlfriends in the neighborhood. We got together like this every 6 weeks or so and pretty much rotated houses in turn. Sally would host, then Regina, then Jeanne and so on. On a roughly 6 week rotation, there being 5 of us, you never had to host more than twice a year. The gatherings weren't formal though we did have a prohibition against jogging suits. This night I'd worn a short black pleated skirt, matching black flats, a white cotton blouse, black bra and my faux pearls. I have pretty long and shapely legs so I like that particular skirt because I think it flatters me. Most of the other girls were dressed in similar fashion; not too overdone, but certainly not drably either. 

The one standout was Regina and it was stunningly unusual for her. Normally very fashionably dressed, she wore a common looking calf length grey wool skirt, low heals, a loose fitting crew neck knit top with sleeves pulled up and....very unusual for her...no jewelry and makeup whatever. She also wore no bra and with the big sweater she had on, that wasn't particularly noticeable until she moved or shifted around but when she did there was a great lot of bobbing and bouncing going on inside the front of that sweater. Regina had long been blessed with striking good looks and big boobies but why she'd dressed so out-of-character that night I'll never know; it just sticks in my mind and for more than one reason. 

We'd gotten past the prissy hors d'oeuvres and fancy cocktails and had moved on to just plain "drinkin'" as I liked to call it. We all had that in common and their husbands didn't seem to mind. It was just after 8:30 when Dean came in through the front door. He saw the faces of long-time friends, stretched out his arms in a giant gesture of greeting to them and flashed that dazzling smile of his. I heard a small sigh escape from at least one of them and I know her breath caught in her throat...he is that gorgeous. I opened a beer for him and we all sat in the family room laughing at ourselves and firing the occasional question at Dean about life on campus. It was great.

After a little while I asked that Dean and I be excused for a few minutes as there were details in the kitchen that needed his attention. He followed me into the kitchen and as I stood at the counter slicing up a brick of sharp cheddar, I heard him come up behind me and felt the familiar touch of his hands reaching up under my skirt to lower my thong to my knees. I bent slightly forward and, using his hand, he rubbed his cock through the crack in my ass, teasing first at my pussy, then at my asshole. Back and forth, back and forth. It was delicious. 

I knew the girls would be waiting on us so I bent slightly further forward, relaxed my anus and invited his penetration. He obliged fully and knowingly. This was my favorite, being ass fucked by Dean and he has told me it is one of his favorites as well. I let him pump me for maybe a minute but asked that he not cum in me now, there'd be plenty of time later. I wore only the thong under my skirt and didn't want his beautiful, creamy man syrup dripping out of my ass and down my leg. He withdrew, my ever obedient son, and I promised with my eyes that this matter would be further taken up later. We smiled, stole a quick kiss and went back to the girls in the family room.

It ended up being quite a night and I'll tell you about that another time but I thought maybe I should explain how Dean and I had come to have such a relationship. You may think of us as weird, of me as perverted or of the whole ordeal as just plain sick. It never was for us. I'm happy to share the story.

Dean was 13 as I said when his father left us. He was very into soccer and had been since the pee wee leagues so at that point it fell to me to become the soccer mom, to help him pick out new gear as he outgrew the old, to have his stuff clean and ready for practice and game days, to shuttle him to and from the field and of course to be the best cheerleader he could imagine. He continued his love for sports through middle school and on into high school where soccer remained one of his favorites. 

I loved going to his games and those were great years in our lives. As inevitable and predictable as it might be, however, I was still a little sad when he began to outgrow the things of boyhood. The Mario and Luigi posters had come down and the Power Ranger action figures were gathering dust in a shoebox. He'd always be my adorable son but by the midpoint of his 18th year, I had to concede the fact that he wasn't my little boy any longer. I say this even though he often behaved as though he were still my little boy. I'd characterize this less as things he did than as the way he was...just awfully immature about many social things but especially about girls and the birds and the bees. 

Mother nature presses forward nonetheless and it is around that time in a young man's life that he begins to do and notice man things. He was beginning to experience "feelings" as he'd later describe to me, and to sometimes act on them because it made him feel good and indeed, excited. I wasn't surprised to see him jerking off on his bed or in the bathroom a couple of time as I'd get an accidental peek through the door he'd left slightly ajar. I was very surprised however to catch myself on a couple of occasions hoping to get a glimpse. I hadn't thought of him in a sexual way before that but now, once in a while, I was beginning to. And what's weirder, the more often I thought about him that way, the more curious I got and the more I wanted to act out. And I'll confess I was getting a little horny about all this. I decided to do something about it.

One Thursday after practice he had showered and was alone in his room. I knew he often pleasured himself on these occasions. I snuck quietly up the hall, saw that his door was ever-so-slightly ajar and decided to seize the moment. I gave a quick knock on his door and went straight in. He was lying on top of his bed completely naked and was thrashing away on that pole of his like there was no tomorrow. I thought he'd jump out of skin when I came in because for one thing I'd caught him and for another there was no place for him to hide. He was on top of the bed clothes with his own clothes in a heap on the floor. All he could do, poor boy, was cover himself with his hands. 

Here he is 18 years old and his mom catches him pounding his whacker and he's got no place to run and hide. In that one respect it was funny but of course not to him. "Geeeze Mom, cripes. I'm sorry." He was so red faced. 

"Oh sweetheart, you don't have to be sorry." I quickly moved to the side of his bed and sat down before he could run away. "Honey," I continued, "I imagine you are very embarrassed but please believe Mommy isn't mad or disappointed or anything like that. All men do that and maybe you're too young to know it but it's completely normal. I truly don't mind and I think it's sweet that you are becoming a man and I'm proud of you." 

I just sat there looking at his beautiful face and waited to see what he'd do. He just rocked his head back and forth, looking pained and taken aback. I said, "Ok Dean, I'll leave now and let you get back to business. I really want you to pick up where you left off." 

He said, "Ok I guess so." 

I said, "Guess so nothing young man. You get right back to jerking off or I'm not leaving. Mommy means it." He asked if I really didn't mind him jerking off and I said I wanted him to be as normal as any kid and he could jerk off in front of me any time he wanted. His eyes nearly popped out of his head at that comment. 

He said, "Honest Mom, any time I want?" 

"Well not at the Wal-Mart for God's sake Dean but yes, anytime we're alone in the house you can jerk off in front of me but you have to clean up any mess you make." I stood there, hands on hips, staring at him and he slowly capitulated. He wrapped one fist around his half flaccid dick and began to work it up and down. I said, "Ok Dean, that's a good boy. Mommy loves you very much." and I turned and left.

I fell back against the door as it closed behind me. I was breathing very hard and my heart was pounding. I had just promoted my son to jack off in front of me and was nearly overtaken by the idea of it. Moreover, though I'd gotten glimpses if his doing the deed through a cracked door a few times, I'd never before had a front row seat and I was totally bowled over at the size of his cock. It was enormous and he was only 18. I've already told you I love a good ass-fucking and I made a resolve then and there that I'd find a way to get that atlas rocked parked in my hanger. 

I had another thing going for me. I would often massage Dean's legs and calves after practice because he'd be sore and sometimes cramped. It started innocently enough like when your little child can't yet tie his shoes and you have him sit on the edge of the bed or a chair and you cradle their little foot between your thighs and tie the shoe for them. Well as I was massaging Dean's legs I'd position a chair next to his bed so he could comfortably rest his bare foot in my lap. 

After a couple of sessions I began to relax my legs allowing my knees to drift apart and his foot would fall to the chair between my thighs. One day I had held his foot deliberately high on my lap so that when I let it fall through, it would be in contact with my crotch. I had on a pair of thin cotton scrub pants. 

I kept on with the massage pretending not to notice but each time I'd reach up higher on his leg I'd be able to press and wiggle myself against his foot. It didn't take long before he started to work his foot into me a little. He was more brazen the next day, flexing and wiggling his bare foot into my crotch and he asked if I could give him a leg massage again the next day after practice. This would be my opening. "Of course honey". 

I watched out the window until I saw him headed up the street. I quickly ran to my room, stripped naked, put on my robe and sat on the bed waiting for him to yell up the stairs to me, saying hi and announcing that he was home. I had deliberately left my door open and stood at my dresser pretending to be fixing my hair in the mirror when he came in. "Hi sweetheart, how was practice?" 

"Fine but coach really ran us hard and my legs are killing me." 

'Perfect answer son' I said to myself. "Go ahead and kick off your shoes and sox and mommy will give those poor tired legs a nice massage". 

Having ensured that the robe was only barely closed in front and that the sash was only loosely tied, we assumed our usual position and after a few minutes and I began to spread my knees apart and let his bare foot slowly slip down from my lap, through the parted halves of the front of my robe until it came squarely in direct contact with my pussy. I didn't react and wanted to see what he would do. His eyes got very big and his posture stiffened. I asked what was wrong. "Nothing is wrong," he insisted and I continued the massage. 

It was scarcely a minute before his began to wiggle his foot against my cunt. I let that go on for a minute and then pretended suddenly to notice. "Dean, what are you doing down there?" 

"Sorry Mom, I didn't mean any harm but it just felt kind of nice." 

"Well you caught me by surprise honey but I guess to most guys that would feel kind of nice. That's mommy's pussy. Does it feel good when your foot touches it?" 

"I'll say," he replied. 

"Would you like to touch it with your hand"? He excitedly said yes of course and so I stood up, held open the bottom half of my robe and spreading my feet a little apart said, "Ok sweetie, go ahead and feel mommy's pussy." 

I let him rub his hand on my cunt for a few minutes. I thought he'd grab a quick feel, get self conscious and then back off. No sireee. He kept at it for 3-4 minutes. I was becoming aroused and beginning to get wet but it wasn't time yet in my grand scheme so I said. "Ok honey, that's enough for now. Mommy has to get her shower. You can play with Mommy's pussy tomorrow if you like but I've got to get busy now." He grudgingly said OK, pulled his hand away and I quite proudly said to myself, 'bingo, the hook is set'. 

I set the scene in a pretty similar fashion the next day. I wore only the top of my scrubs and a pair of panties. I pretended to be very busily engaged with girlie things at the sink when he came into the bathroom. "Are you busy Mom', he asked? 

"Well kind of sweetie, what's up?" The words stuck in his throat but I knew they'd come. After a stammering start he asked if he could play with my pussy. I said, "Of course honey. That's very sweet. You'll have to take Mommy's panties off and reach through from behind though because my hands are wet and you can see I'm about to brush my teeth." 

He positioned himself behind me, lowered and removed my panties and I dutifully spread my feet apart and bent over the sink to 'brush my teeth.' 

He went straight to work bless his little heart and his other hand was soon busy working his cock. I said, "If you're going to jerk off sweetie, that's fine with Mommy but remember the cleaning up after part. You probably better take off your uniform." He was naked in a nanosecond -- big surprise. He was now fully on the hook and it was time to reel him in.

As he reached through my legs and began to 'play with' my pussy, I was excited beyond imagination. My breaths were coming in short bursts and I fought hard to maintain some faint appearance of nonchalance. His fingers and whole hand explored the surface and folds of my cunt. I was getting wetter and wetter. His wrist and forearm were brushing against my anus as he went about his business. I was in ecstasy.

It took something under 3 minutes (hey, he's only 18) for him to begin displaying all the signs of imminent ejaculation. 

He said, "I think I'm going to cum Mom. What do I do?" 

I said, "Well go right ahead honey but not on the floor. Try to cum on the top of Mommy's butt at the very bottom of my back." He nearly screamed out as he pumped and spasmed, his enormous load erupting right in the top of my ass crack. My plan was progressing perfectly. 

"Oh I'm so happy you are my mom," he said breathlessly. He was red-faced and sweaty. 

"Me too sweetie," I said as and I stood up straight to let his man juices drip down my ass crack. "You have to clean up any mess you make though. That was our agreement, do you remember?" 

"Ok but what do I do now?" 

I was ashamed to catching myself thinking, 'This is too easy. He has the body of a near man, a beautiful big cock and is obviously inexperienced in these matters. It's just too easy', but I had worked and planned long enough and here I was about to bring my plan to fruition. I loved him. He was my son and I wasn't really meaning to disrespect or take advantage of him but I was dying for a good ass fucking and unbeknownst to him, he was very soon to become my young provider. 

"Well I'm not sure sweetie, this is pretty new to me too but I tell you what. I'll draw a sink full of warm water and you get your hands soapy and clean me up that way. Let's not bother to dirty a wash cloth." I was filling the sink with warm water as quickly as possible. He was thinking it over but it was really more like his eyes were glazed over. "C'mon and get busy honey, it's already dripped down past Mommy's asshole to her pussy and its starting to go down my leg. Let's get busy young man." 

I stepped aside, bent forward over the hamper and spread my feet apart as he began to lather up his hands in the warm water. With his hand full of warm soapy water, he reached through my legs from behind and began to work his hand back and forth, from my asshole to my throbbing cunt and back. 

The soapy water, thank goodness, concealed the wetness I was producing on my own -- in great and swelling quantities I might add. I was nearly out of my mind with excitement. I said, "You're doing a good job honey but I think some of your stuff went into mommy's asshole and maybe you should swish one of your soapy fingers around in there a little, just to be sure you got it all." 

"Well Ok Mom if you say so". 

I reminded him that his finger needed to be slippery with soap and cautioned him that he needed to be careful and go slow. 

Again with the, "OK Mom." Gosh I was nuts about this kid. 

At any rate, as soon as I sensed he was up to the first knuckle I said, "O shit", gave a small shudder and threw back my head. 

"What Mom, what's the matter? Are you OK?'' he said with a great concern and even greater urgency. "Did I hurt you?" 

"No honey and Mommy is sorry to use a curse word but that just surprised me. Whew! When you put your finger in Mommy's asshole it felt really, really good and that just caught me off guard, it surprised me so. I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to startle you but yowee did that ever feel good to Mommy." 

"Well that's good, right Mom?" he said, "Would you like me to do that some more?" 

"Oh sweetheart, I very much think I would appreciate that...plenty of slippery, soapy water now". He soaped up again and began to press his index finger into my rectum. I laughed softly to myself but enough for him to hear, closed my eyes and purred "hmmmm," again just loud enough for him to hear. I gave him more encouragement and began to allow myself the freedom to let my gathering heat show. I was overwhelmed with passion. 

He kept at it though, in spite of my mounting ooohs and ahhhhhs's, the dear sweet obedient boy that his is. "Don't stop Dean, Mommy's going to cum right now. Don't stop honey," and I let out with a cry of pure joy as my orgasm tore through me, through the entirety of me. Involuntarily, I stiffened for a few seconds and then went limp...my legs wobbly and my face red, sweat beads formed at my hair line and under my arms. I was spent.

Dean had stopped by now and I straightened up. I turned and looked at his sweet face and said, "Holy shit sweetheart, sorry again for the cussing but that rocked my world. It was one of the most awesome feelings I've ever had. Back just then, I forgot about being a mommy and just let myself be a woman. We have feelings too just like men do and wow, all I can say is holy shit that was fantastic." I can't say if he was in shock, in awe or what, but he was speechless and breathing very hard....deep heaving breaths. I just hugged him and held on.

We didn't talk about it that night at dinner but later when we were watching TV and Dean had showered and gotten on his PJ's, he sat next to me on the couch in deep thought. I plainly saw his erection pressing at the fabric and I knew something was coming but I just watched TV, pretending to be preoccupied with the show. Finally he said, "Mom, can I ask you something?" 


A Soccer Mom



"Sure baby, what?" 

"Can I really jerk off in front of you whenever I want, like right now because I really want to?" 

"Sure sweetie, of course you can. Better take your PJs off though so you can just cum on your stomach instead of on the floor or the couch or on your clothes." 

Well he was off to the races practically before I could even finish the sentence. 

"Will you watch me Mom? Its way better that way." 

"Sure honey, Mommy will be happy to watch." I smiled sweetly, donated a few quick, light-handed strokes on that swollen poll of his and then sat back to watch, moving my eyes back and forth from his eyes to the reddening cock he was pumping. By way of encouragement I asked him what it felt like. He tried to describe it to me but succeeded only in making himself all the more aroused. 

He loved it and as for me, it was truly delicious to watch and I was for sure aroused as well. I had only one more hurdle to clear with Dean and that'd easily happen within a day or two. I was entirely sure of it now. By the weekend he'd be my champion ass-packer for years to come. Hurrah!

It was Saturday morning three days later. He was still asleep when I went out for a run but was sitting at the kitchen table in his PJs munching on some toast when I got back. I sat and had a glass of juice with him and then said I was going up to shower off. 

"Well, can I come along and play with you a little Mom? I'd really, really like to." He said it so sweetly and with a small hint of that little boy voice from days gone by. He hadn't stammered this time though and in fact had spoken with a little more boldness than before. 

"Sure honey, why not. I've got to get undressed anyway." And off we went. 

He followed me into the bedroom and to the bath beyond. I took off my shirt and running shorts and tossed then in the hamper. I turned to him in my sports bra and panties and asked if playing with me meant playing with my pussy. I knew the answer of course but wanted to engage him in some frank conversation. It was erotic for me. He rather quietly said yes, that's what he wanted. His eyes were downcast and the boldness from the breakfast table was gone. I kind of liked that. 

I said, "Well OK Honey, I guess mommy better take off her panties." I could see his dick pop like a jack-in-the-box in his pajama bottoms and I asked if he thought he would jerk off while he played with mommy's pussy like he'd done yesterday. He said yes and so I said, "Well in that case, since I have to take a shower anyway, maybe it makes sense for you to play with me in there. That way, if you cum, the water will wash you off. That sound ok?" 

He indicated his consent with a head nod, his stare transfixed on my pussy. I stood facing him, my hands on my hips and told him to go ahead and take off his PJs. I wanted to see that swollen cock pop up and bounce when the waist band trapped and then freed him. I got what I hoped for. It was enormous, rock hard and sprang up like a catapult. 

I said, "Dean Honey, I don't want to make a big thing out of this but I'm not sure you've seen Mommy's boobies before and I'll have to take my bra off to shower. Is that OK?" Again with the head nod but at this point his gaze lifted from my pussy to my chest and as I removed my bra, I deliberately held the fabric tight against the front of me so that when I arched my back and pulled it up free of my tits, they'd bounce out as if with a life of their own. 

Mine aren't massive but an ample and perky set of tits they certainly are and I got the reaction I hoped for...he gasped audibly. "Oh sweetheart, Mommy didn't mean to scare you. Come here pumpkin", I said and pulled him to me for a mother's comforting hug. As I did that I positioned his face at my tits and with one hand on his back and the other on his butt, I pulled him in. I ran my hand back and forth across his bare ass and felt his pole pushing into me. 

I loved the feeling and kept him pinned against me for several seconds, all the while rubbing his ass and cooing in his little ear that 'mommy didn't mean to scare her sweet boy'. There we were, my 18 year old son and me, pressed together in a naked embrace, nobody home, no clock to mind, and I was afloat in bliss. How I had waited and hoped for this. I was aroused beyond description. 

The shower stall in our house was made a little oversized. I had really liked that feature when we first bought the house and was especially happy to have it now. I got the water to the right temperature and Dean stepped in right behind me and slid the shower door closed. 

"Let's get soaped up honey and then, if you still want, you can play with Mommy's pussy. You think it would be fun to soap each other?" Well I have to tell you that the kid was nearly out of his mind with excitement. He was breathing heavily, answering in short burst, eyes roving over my naked form and red faced. 

He agreed it'd probably be fun to soap each other and I said I'd go first. I rubbed the bar of soap between my hands, set it down in the soap tray and began to apply the lather against his skin. I had him face away from me as I began, soaping his neck, then his back and then working my way on down to the back of his legs....lingering at his sweet young ass, my soapy hands working back and forth across his crack and allowing my finger to 'inadvertently' brush across his asshole. "OK honey, turn back around to face Mommy", I said and of course he dutifully obeyed. 

I soaped up some more and began to apply the warm, slippery slurry to his chest. His eyes were closed and his head tilted back at this point. I worked my way down to his abdomen and when I got to his middle, I applied only a few soapy strokes to his rigid cock. I didn't want to be too obvious for one thing and more importantly, I didn't want him to cum and loose that massive erection. I had big plans for that baby. 

I continued my way down to his shins and his ankles, working the soap into his skin with a slight rocking motion so that his dick would slap against my face a few times. I deliberately spoke up at that point so that he'd open his eyes, look down and see what was happening. He did and it was enormously erotic for me. 

"Ok baby, your turn," I said. His grabbed the soap, lathered up and began to go to work on me. The greedy kid didn't want to start at the back -- no way. He started right at my shoulders and got very quickly to my tits. 'That's my boy', I thought. After maybe a minute or so soaping just my tits I said, "Well gosh Dean Honey, I think you've pretty much got 'em both clean by now. Maybe you should move on." 

"Ok Mom," he said and began to work his way down my torso. I expected him to linger at my cunt and he did. Wow oh wow, did he ever. What a kid. For all my planning and scheming, the end game was now about to blossom and for the life of me my mounting passion was trying to overtake my patience. Just a minute or two more! I was so fucking aroused but I had to hold onto the plan. 

"Ok Dean", I said to break the spell, "why don't you work on my back now." 

Again with the near automatic compliance. He started at my shoulders, worked down to my back and waist and then to the 'promised land'. He rubbed his soapy, slippery hand between my legs, to and fro in my ass crack, from anus to cunt and back again, over and over. It was heaven. I took charge. 

I said, "Dean Honey, that feels kind of nice to mommy and it probably does to you too. Can I give you a tip?" 

"Heck yeah Mom, what?" 

I said, "Well, take hold of your penis at the base, and use your hand to move the head back and forth through my butt crack. With all that slippery soap I think it will slip and slide nice and smooth and it might give you a good feeling." He did that and was practically panting at that point. I didn't think it would take long and I was right. 

"Mom, do you want me to use my finger again?" 

"Gosh honey, that's very sweet and Mommy loves you for that. I have an idea though, if it's Ok with you. I remember how awesome your finger felt and I was thinking that because your peter is bigger than your finger, it might feel even better to Mommy that way. Would that be OK to you?" He was hot enough to fuck a cinder block at this point so of course he agreed.

I cautioned him to remember to be careful, to make sure he started nice and slow, being sure to be wet and slippery. In less than a minute he was in my ass. Oh glory, how I had waited for this. I spoke sweetly to him, gave him encouragement, reached around to his sweet young butt and pulled him into me. It was wonderful and I told him so. I began to give instructions, slowly, sweetly and with a mother's cooing appreciation. 

"That's prefect honey. Push your dick in and out of Mommy's asshole. That makes it feel better. Very, very nice job sweetie, just keep going." As I began to feel my orgasm approaching, I bid him to really pick up speed. "Mommy is going to cum pretty soon honey and you can help by really ramming that hard and fast into Mommy's ass. I really want you to go hard and fast now. I want to hear the sound of your flesh slapping up against mine." 

He was virtually pummeling me and then it came for both of us. We orgasmed at the same time. We were both shouting and screaming, our bodies convulsing, the soap sling-shoting against the walls and shower door. It was simultaneously hysterical and breath-stealing. I was nearly blinded with pleasure. He just kept saying, "Holy shit, holy shit", over and over again. 

We finished rinsing ourselves, got out and toweled off. I dropped my towel to the floor, went naked to sit on the edge of my bed and said, "Dean Honey, come here and talk to Mommy for a minute". He did and I asked if I could have a hug. He too was naked and he obliged. 

I said, "Dean, I guess I don't really know what I expected when I agreed to let you play with my pussy but it surely wasn't that -- what just happened in the shower. And honest to goodness honey, I don't know about you but that was incredible for me. There's no hiding it I know, the way I was shouting and screaming with happiness but, and this is important Dean, if that was in any way creepy for you or if it didn't seem right, I need you to tell me." 

"Oh Mom, are you kidding? It was over-the-top for me too. I loved it," he said breathlessly. 

His pecker was coming to life again. I said, "Oh darlin', I'm sure you could tell it was the same for me. And I'm glad you liked it too because as far as I'm concerned it was incredible and we can do this again as often as you want, whenever you want. I liked it too -- very much". 

"Well if you really mean that Mom, we can do it again right now." He took me right there in the bed, banging that huge piece of his into my ass again and again until we both exploded in breathless ecstasy. 

I never sucked his cock and never had vaginal intercourse with Dean. I always assumed, and still do, that his girlfriends took care of that. Also, I never referred to it as my 'cunt" with him but always as my pussy. And I never (in his presence) referred to it as his 'cock' but instead always found a more deferential noun. And I want to be quick to say, I've long ago lost track of the number of times he's butt fucked me over the years but I've never, ever called it that with him. We just refer to it as, "Doing Mommy."



A Soccer Mom's Delight



Last summer I took an assistant coaching job with a summer soccer league. We had a great team with a talented bunch of kids and wound up coming in third place in the county’s Summer 2003 playoffs. Several months later, while I was watching television, the head coach showed up at my house with a wooden plaque flaunting our third place achievement for the past summer. He also dropped off one for Alan Morris, a kid on the team who lived down the street from me. The coach had stopped at Alan’s house, but there was no answer, so he asked if I would drop it off at my convenience, and I obliged. 

Throughout the soccer season, I picked Alan up for several practices and games since his mother was either working or settling things with her divorce. She had called me the week before the season started, explaining her situation, and I let her know I would help in any way I could. When Mrs. Morris did come to the games, she often sat out on an extra-large beach blanket under a sun umbrella that she plunked into the field, though that never prevented her from removing her sunglasses. She was a bright bouncy woman in her early 30s with long blonde hair, who always came to the games wearing stretch cotton shorts and either tie-back halters or a tank top. We’d said “hi” a few times, but nothing anything more intricate than that. 

When she answered the door on that following Saturday without any sunglasses, I almost tripped over my tongue. Her eyes were a pair big bright sapphires, in a vivid state of surprise and confusion. They hypnotized me in absolute awe. 

“Hello—oh!” A giant grin quickly spread across her face, “Mike, isn’t it?”

“Hi, Mrs. Morris, is Alan home?” I answered, staring down at the woman. She was a good foot shorter than I was.

“It’s Mizz Morris, now, but that’s okay. Come in. Come in,” she eagerly pleaded, waving me in, all excited-like. “And call me Ann.” She was barefoot, wearing a pair of white capris-cut sweatpants and an old tightly-fit pink polo without any of the buttons clasped. 

“Thank you, Ann,” I said, trying to keep my eyes from her tits.

“Can I get you something to drink, Mike?” 

“Well, I—“

I’d told the wife I’d be back in fifteen minutes, but now that I was here, I didn’t really see what the rush was. 

“Sure,” I decided, “how about a gin and tonic.”

“Great! With olives?”

“Please.”

She showed me to a tan couch and as I sat myself down I watched her perky little ass pounce off to get the drinks. Jesus Christ, I thought, is this going where I think it is? I loved my wife, but that wasn’t enough to prevent me from acquiring a nasty hard-on. When she came back (without any olives in my drink) I asked her once more if Alan was home. Raising a hand across her mouth, she begged me to forgive her, and that, no, Alan was away for the weekend with his father. I showed her the plaque that I had stopped by to give Alan and after a few moments of excitement, she set it on the oak coffee table in front of us. Ann and I chatted for almost a half hour mostly about her divorce and how she was just thankful that she got the house. She was also pleased her ex (“that asshole,” she called him) was going to have to pay a nice sum for child support. 

“Oh my!” She leant forward, dropping a hand on my knee while my eyes drifted up to her breasts that were almost popping out of her polo. She caught me sneaking a peek, and rose from the couch. “Mike, I forgot your olives.”

“That’s ok—“

“No, no,” she said, running back to the kitchen.

Returning, without any olives in her hands, slowly approaching me with an evil grin and her hands behind her back, Ann came forward until she was standing over my lap. She pulled her polo off, allowing her fine white breasts to fall freely out in the open, and drew her hands forward, propping them against my shoulders while she leaned forward to kiss me. As her lips met with mine, she slowly pushed an olive from out of her mouth and into my own. It surprised me at first, and I could have choked on it had I not tasted its bitter aroma as quickly as I did. While I chewed the olive Ann ran her smooth thin hands through my hair, blowing softly on my brow as the hard nipples of her breasts gently beat against the top of my chest. I found my own hands resting down on the top of Ann’s firm thighs, gently sliding them back and forth against the soft cotton of her sweat pants. 

“Hmmm, Mike, you smell soo good. God, I haven’t been with a man in soo long,” she whispered in my ear. “Will you please fuck me, Mike? If I go another day without some cock I’m gonna fucking go insane.” 

She started to softly kiss the nape of my neck and I started to glide my hands up from her thighs towards her waist and tummy. At first contact with my hands against her bare skin she softly moaned then pushed her tits into my face, keeping her hands busy with mussing up the thick brown hair at the back of my head. She smothered me with her tits and I sucked and kissed them, raising my hands up her back, gripping her skin and pulling her toward me. Her nipples were a nice pink shade and hard as pen-tips, balanced at the end of boobs that were “more than a handful” size. I sucked and smacked my lips on them, nibbling the nipples with my lips and teeth. “Oh yes, Mike. Suck on my tits!” she screamed. 

Ann moved her knees up onto to the couch and sidled up on my lap. I was going absolutely crazy. I wanted to fuck her so hard, but I wanted to enjoy her first. It had been so long since some one had given her a hard fuck, I wanted to leave her with something to remember. When I finished sucking on her tits, I pushed her back just enough to pull my shirt off. Immediately, Ann’s hands were all over my chest and stomach, roughly driving her fingers up the grooves of my six-pack. I slapped my hands behind her ass, gave them a nice squeeze then lifted her up in my arms. Her legs locked around my body as she held herself against me with both of our wet tongues diving into each other’s mouths. 

My cock was throbbing in my shorts now and I thought it was time I let it loose, and so did Ann. It took a bit of effort to unhook her legs from me, but as soon as I did I laid her out with her back against the couch. She was breathing heavily and her face was flushed red. The hard-on underneath must have been obvious, for as soon as Ann was thrown from me, she was leaping back, unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them down to my ankles. “Gimme that cock, Mike. I need cock NOW!” She was starting to scare me a little then, so I knew I had to get my shit together and take control. My shorts fell and my massive stiff cock dove out after them. Before she could grab it, I took a hold of it and pushed it into her pretty face, dragging it across her neck and cheeks, smearing precum. Her mouth was wide open now, just waiting for me to push it in there, while her hands skimmed over my bare ass. I sat down on the front edge of the sofa and reclined my legs out. By tugging Ann along by her hair I pulled her down to the living room floor where she surrendered to her knees and began to slide her hands up and down my taut legs.

She grabbed my cock but before her wet open mouth came down on it I told her, “Ann, I want you to give me the best cocksucking you know how to give. You got me?” Desperate blue eyes stared back at me. “Mike, I wouldn’t think of giving you anything else.” That was good enough for me. I grabbed Ann by her head and pushed her soft eager lips all the way down my cock, holding her down for a moment, while the skull of my cock rested against her throat. I let her head go, collecting her long hair in one fist, and she slowly pulled her lips up the shaft of my cock, making a loud slurpy popping sound when it was fully removed. Every dive Ann’s hot mouth took on my cock was deep and smooth, without any scraping teeth. I was oblivious to why any man would leave a woman who could suck dick as sweetly as this. And she looked so damn cute sucking it; always with her eyes closed and the same expression on her face that I’d seen on my wife when she’d swallow a piece of chocolate mousse. After a series of sucks she’d slap the soaken wet prick out the side of her mouth and swirl her tongue around the helmet all crazy-eyed, stroking it with a free hand, gasping for a good full breath of air. 

When one of her hands began to retreat from massaging my stomach and chest and down towards her pussy, I knew it was time to put my cock someplace else. I pulled her head up by her hair until her lips were pressing against mine and she was up on her knees, resting on the sofa with me, hovering over me with my torso between her. “Fuck me,” she pleaded between a kiss, “Please.” Her desperate squeaking voice was enough for me. I tossed Ann into a corner of the sofa, pitched my shorts from off my ankles and stood up. Naked, except for my tennis shoes, my bright red hard-on danced free between my legs. I propped all eight inches in my hand and asked, “You wanna fuck this?” Ann scuffled out of her sweats. She wasn’t wearing any panties, so all of her delights were exposed. Her grin beamed with delight and lust. “Right now! Fuck me right now!” Digging her back into the corner of the couch, she spread her white legs wide, pushing them back with her hands against her inner thighs. A small neatly cropped triangle of blonde hair decorated the top of her dripping pussy. Her cunt was begging for it. I knelt down and dragged my tongue up the length of her vagina, dipping my tongue hard into it. Ann quivered, squeezing her perky nipples, moaning and groaning. The movement of my tongue increased with vigor and intensity, showing poor Ann the lack of sexual sympathy she deserved. She screamed as one orgasm hit her, acrid juices flowing out onto my lips. All her fingertips dug into my skull and pushed me deeper into the soft cavern between her legs. I continued to lick and dig into her cunt and suck on her clit until another orgasm soon exploded from her. There. She was loobed enough.

I kicked the coffee table back further from the sofa to make some room, causing a few items to sail from the top of it. I didn’t fucking care; there was a neglected pussy that needed tapping and I aimed to mine it. “Get up,” I ordered, and as soon as she complied I pushed her back into the corner of the sofa so that her back was laid out on the seat with her head wedged forward against an armrest. After climbing onto the couch with her, I grabbed Ann’s ankles and lifted them up and apart from one another, pushing her knees back toward her shoulders. “Come on, Mike! Fuck me!” she began to squeal. Bearing down on Ann, I locked one of her legs against the backrest with my torso and snaked my right forearm down in the nook between her neck and the armrest for support. Understanding that I wanted her spread wide, Ann wrapped her free arm behind the leg that was hanging over the couch and pulled it back until her knee was bent and just behind her elbow, almost wrapping it behind her head like some contortionist. There she was, like some upside down frog, one hand holding back the spread leg at its calf and the other fingering her sweaty clit.

“You sure are supple, Ann.”

“Yoga. Now fuck me!”

With the length of my hovering body tilted slightly and my other hand now propped against the armrest, I pushed my sweaty rock iron cock slowly into Ann. Her cunt was tighter than my wife’s but soaking wet with all that lust she’d been hoarding, so my initial descending was smooth and streamlined. She squealed in delight and grit her teeth, swinging her head from side to side. “Oh God, yes! Fuck me with your cock! Fuck me!” I slowly accelerated the speed of my cock into Ann until I was ripping into her like a jackhammer, both of our torsos slapping against one another as sweat from our bodies dripped and sprayed off of us. Occasionally I would grin maliciously as Ann would moan and beg for it harder and faster, fiddling with her clit so much I thought sparks would start to fly as I fucked her as hard as she had been in a long time, sinking my cock deep into her with every long stroke, pounding the walls of her warm cavern. 

She started to scream, “Oh! OH! OH! OH!” so I plunged my cock into her harder and faster until she lifted her hand from her clit and held onto my bicep, squeezing it as her body tensed and then quivered into orgasm. “Yess! Oh God! Ohhhh!!” she screamed then I continued to fuck her through her orgasm then when she was finished I climbed forward and sank my cock into her gasping mouth. After Ann took three strong sucks I took hold of my cock and jerked it a few times, blasting my pearly load into her face as I gasped in glory, watching it ricochet off her cheek and spit across the living room. What was left of my cum Ann slowly sucked out of me, concentrating her lips on the hot red heavy helmet of my penis as she stared up at me all tired and satisfied with a gentle smile on her cummy lips. 

“Hmmmm…Thank you, Mike.”

Afterwards we got dressed and I helped Ann clean up the mess we made in the living room. As Ann cleaned my cum from the carpet and other miscellaneous items with a wet towell, I set the coffee table back in its proper place and told her what a fucking idiot her ex was for divorcing her. She agreed. We talked for a bit while we tidied up and Ann made it clear she didn’t want a serious relationship. Whew. She even gave me her cell phone number and told me I could fuck her anytime her son wasn’t home. I thanked her and when I got home I hid it in the garage where the wife wouldn’t find it. 

“Oops,” Ann said, lifting up the plaque her son had won. Apparently some of my load had landed on it. I felt like a real jackass, being responsible for that. Ann just giggled and wiped it up, telling me not to worry. When we were finished, I gave Ann a big hug and told her she’d be hearing from me. “I hope so,” she said with a wink and her hand patting my crotch, “I hope so.”



A Soccer Mom's Tale Ch. 01



Disclaimer – Many thanks go to my best friend Tricia who collaborated with me and was my inspiration for this story. This series will parallel a future series I am working on titled A Cheerleader's Dad. All characters are 18 or older and are fictional, any similarities to real persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Please feel free to leave feedback and tell me what you think.

With regards,

GeminiKnight

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Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror, sighing softly, "Becky, you're not a spring chicken anymore." In truth she wasn't what you would call young; she had just seen her fortieth birthday recently.

It showed in her body too, though she was not overweight by any means, the wide set of her hips, the soft pooch of her belly, and the slight sag of her 38D breasts easily gave proof of her age. Seeing her naked reflection in the mirror, Becky sighed again as she thought about her life. 

Her husband, scratch that, her son's father, had walked out on them almost ten years ago to this very day with no explanation what so ever. For the months that followed Becky was an emotional wreck, crying every night in her pillow as she wondered why he left so abruptly.

"Mom! Come on! The game starts in an hour and Coach Riggs will be mad if I don't make the pre-game warm-up," Andrew called from downstairs. 

Snapping out of her reverie, Becky looked at herself one more time in the mirror. Sighing again, she called back, "I'll be down in five minutes, sweetie! Get your stuff in the car!" 

Opening her dresser, she picked out a sensible, if somewhat plain set of undergarments. Soft and comfortable white cotton bikini cut panties with a matching bra, covering them with a comfy, if somewhat tight pair of blue jeans and her favorite sweatshirt with the name of Andrew's university across the front.

Becky laughed softly as she looked at herself again in the mirror. She certainly looked like a typical "Soccer Mom" with her attire. Ruffling her short, pixie-cut brown hair, she sighed again, seeing a few streaks of grey in it, "No one will ever be interested in you, Becky, you're too old and a mother." 

Pushing the somber thoughts aside, she grabbed her keys and purse and headed out to the car where Andrew was surely waiting for her. She managed a smile then as she thought about her only son, being as proud as any mother could possibly be. He was very handsome and popular at school, got good grades, and was dating one of the prettiest cheerleaders but he still made time to be a good son to her and go to church every Sunday with her.

The drive to Drew's game was as normal as to be expected in the small town they lived in. Cruising through the main area of the town, downtown if you could call it that, Becky looked over at her son and smiled. She was truly proud of him.

"Is everything okay, mom?" he asked as he looked over at her, a curious expression on his face. 

"Yes, dear, everything is fine. I've just been thinking about some things is all," she sighed softly as she stopped at a red light. 

"What's that, mom?" he asked, his deep eyes watching her with that loving concern he held for her.

Shaking her head, she gave him a sad smile, "Nothing important, baby. At least nothing you need to worry about."

He nodded silently, keeping his question in check for now because he knew when his mother didn't want him to pry.

Pulling into the lot of the playing field, Becky killed the engine as she set her Toyota Prius in park and leaned over to kiss Drew on the cheek, "Have a good game, baby. I'll be in the stands watching you." 

Drew smiled at his mother, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "Okay, mom. Oh...some of the guys on the team were talking about having a party after the game. Is it alright if I go too?"

Thinking for a moment, Becky nodded, giving him a smile, "Sure, baby, have fun but don't overdo it." She knew he would probably drink at this party, he was in college after all but she trusted him to drink responsibly.

Drew climbed out of the car, giving her a smile, "Thanks, mom. I'll see you later." He trotted off to head into the locker room.

Watching her son go, Becky sighed softly, shaking her head as she looked at her reflection in the rear-view mirror. "He'll probably be the only man you can ever count on to do the right thing," she mused to herself, looking back to where her son had trailed off to.

Stepping out of the car, she locked it and headed up into the stands, greeting some of the other parents of other players on the team.

Cheering along with the other parents and family of the players, Becky watched the game pass with enthusiasm. When he caught her eye Drew waved to her from the sidelines or the field between plays.

Looking around she saw Cindy, Drew's girlfriend, along with a gaggle of her fellow cheerleaders on the sideline, rousing the spectators.

Her gaze followed the girls back into the stands until she caught sight of Brandon, her father. Becky had only met with him a few times but she liked him.

Much like her, he was a single parent but he was a widower, his wife having passed some years ago and leaving him alone to raise his daughter.

The crowd roared in excitement as her son scored another touchdown increasing the points spread over their opponent even further. Becky looked up at the scoreboard and saw that they were up 27-10, she smiled as she thought of how good of an athlete her son was. He had already been approached by teams for the NFL to draft him after he graduated from college.

But she insisted on him to get his degree first and then if he wanted to pursue a professional career in football he could.

The kicker placed the ball thru the uprights again perfectly adding another point to the scoreboard just before the 2 minute warning sounded.

Filing out of the stands after the game, Becky felt someone brush against her, quickly turning her head to see Cindy's father, Brandon. Flashing him a smile she stopped to greet him, "Hello, Brandon! How are you doing today?"

He returned her smile adjusting his glasses on his face, "Hello, Rebecca, I am doing well. That was a great game that Andrew played. I'm certain he has a great career ahead of him if he decides to go pro."

Nodding she smiled more, "Yes I think so too but I want him to get a degree so he has something to fall back on."

"A wise choice," Brandon returned, smiling at her, "Say...the kids are going to go to some wild party tonight. Would you like to grab a bite to eat or maybe a few drinks somewhere?"

Thinking for a moment Becky nodded, "Sure that sounds magnificent. Do you want to meet somewhere? Will I need to change into something better?" She giggled spreading her arms to show him her rather worn out sweatshirt and jeans. 

Brandon laughed softly, nodding, "Yes something a little more suited for a night out would be nice. I can pick you up in two hours. Will that be good?"

"I think I can manage to pull something together in that time," she replied with a smile, "I'll see you then."

She unlocked her car as she neared it not realizing they had walked this far already. "Okay," he laughed again climbing into his sleek Camaro, "I'll see you soon."

Arriving home shortly after leaving the game, Rebecca dropped her purse and keys on the table next to the door. Looking at the grandfather clock she saw that she still had a bit of time to get ready for dinner with Brandon.Heading up to her bedroom, Becky undressed and stepped into the shower.

Finishing her shower twenty mimutes later, Becky felt refreshed as she dried her short hair. Standing at the sink as she applied her make-up, she wondered what had happened to Brandon's wife, but she decided to let him bring it up in conversation. Her story was far more complicated.

Sighing, she still remembered the day that Steve came home from work and told her he was leaving and wanted a divorce. Andrew was only nine at the time but the look in his eyes told her a deep resentment toward his father for abandoning them. 

He fought her for custody but she was able to win out. Having Andrew with her kept her sane over the years though she often cried herself to sleep nearly every night.

Brandon was every bit of a gentleman that Andrew had told her about. He arrived right at the time he said he would. Even though she was not fully ready he waited patiently for her to finish before escorting her out the door to his car. 

Her mouth gaped open in astonishment as she saw he had brought different car then what he drove to the game.

Smiling at her, Brandon pressed the unlock button on the key fob of the dark green Aston Martin. "I don't drive this alot but I figured tonight was special."

Becky could feel her face burning as she blushed, "Wow, I'm impressed. I knew that you were pretty well off but this is amazing." 

Smiling he opened the car door for her, letting her slide smoothly into the plush leather seat. Climbing in on the driver side, he started the car and put it in gear, driving casually as they wound thru the town streets.

Brandon kept the surprises coming as he took her to the new seafood restaurant on the richer side of town. Becky had considered coming to try it sometime but being a high-end establishment their prices reflected the type of customer they expected to serve. 

Hours later, Brandon returned her home, giving her a light kiss on the cheek as he walked her to the door. "I had a wonderful time tonight, Rebecca. I hope that we can do it again," he said as he looked into her eyes.

Smiling back, she nodded, "I would love that, Brandon." Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she turned to unlock the door, stopping a moment when she noticed it unlocked. Turning back to Brandon, she found him already down the drive way. 

Biting her lip, she debated calling the police but the door didn't look like it was forced open. That and the alarm was not triggered meant that most likely Andrew had come home early from the party.

His truck was not in the drive so he must have gotten a ride home. At least that is what she hoped as she entered the foyer and quietly closed the door behind her.

Setting her purse down, she quickly removed her heels so not to give herself away to whomever was in the house.

Quiet as a mouse, she crept thru the house, checking every room for any kind of disturbance. Nothing seemed amiss on the first floor so she slowly went upstairs, almost forgetting that the third step from the top creaked very loudly when it was stepped on.Skipping over it, she hopped onto the upstairs landing.

Immediately, she saw the light in Andrew's room was on, letting out a sigh of relief as she moved down the hall to see why he was home so early. Pushing open the door quietly, she found her son laying on the bed, a bottle of vodka in his hand as he looked up at her in surprise. "Umm...hi, mom...s-sorry, I got home and needed something...." He blushed lightly setting the bottle down on the floor

Kneeling at the bedside, Becky took his hands in hers as she looked into his eyes, "What's wrong, baby? Did something happen at the party?"

Andrew sniffed, shaking his head then shrugging, "I suppose so but...it wasn't a result of the party." He wiped his eyes, tears staining his handsome face.

Becky felt her heart swell in concern for Andrew, she was so proud of him. Another thing he was secure in with himself was that he was not afraid to show emotions when they hit him. Caressing his cheek gently, she kissed his forehead, "Tell me what happened, Andrew."

Sniffing, he nodded slightly, feeling comfortable sharing with his mother, "Cindy and I broke up..." He sighed, lowering his gaze to the carpet as she hugged him tightly.

Holding her son close, she could feel his smooth, firm muscles as he shook in her arms. "Why did you two break up, baby? You got along so well."

Biting his lip, Andrew sighed again, "Well....tonight was the homecoming game as you know." She nodded, listening to him. Clearing his throat, he looked up again, "Cindy and I had talked about...giving ourselves to the other tonight. It would have been the first time for us both but..." He closed his eyes again as his body shook.

Frowning at what her son was telling her, she put two and two together, "But she isn't a virgin." Andrew shook his head not saying a word. Becky hugged him tighter, feeling the wracking of his body.

"No, she was not, but she would not tell me when it had happened," Andrew flopped back on his bed, resting his head in his palms as he stared at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, baby. You must have felt like she lied to you, which it does seem she did," she consoled him as he lay back, quickly making a decision as she stared at him for a moment. 

Standing up, she joined her son on the bed, cuddling up to him as she hugged him tight against her bosom, much like she would do when he was much younger and scared.

"Thanks, mom, I do feel like she lied to me but I could see the pain in her eyes," Andrew spoke quietly, "But she refused to tell me who with. If I can't trust her then..." He sighed again as his words trailed off, closing his eyes enjoying the feel of Becky's lush breasts pressing against his side.

She gently stroked his hair as she held him, listening to the soft timber of his breathing. He slowly shifted slightly inadvertently pressing against her leg with his groin. Becky's eyes widened in shock when she felt his hardness against her leg, though she said nothing to her son about it, she wondered what had caused Andrew to get an erection.

Since she was the only other one there, Becky deduced that something she had done had made her son to become hard. She gnawed on her lip as she listened to his quiet snoring, having drifted off to sleep in her arms. What could she do about this, talk to him about getting an erection from his mother or just ignore it as though it never happened?

Andrew rolled over to his back, the prominent bulge in his pants being silhouetted by the soft light coming thru the window from the streetlight outside. Becky felt her cheeks grow hot again when she found herself staring at his cock though it was covered. He certainly was decently endowed, not being small but not being too big either.

Still though, she found herself getting moist as suddenly thoughts came into her head of feeling his rigid cock pumping into her.

"What the hell am I thinking? He is my son," Becky thought to herself, biting her lip as she tried to get those incestuous thoughts from her mind. She couldn't seem to help it though. Andrew was a handsome boy...no...He was a handsome man. He had the looks and personality to be instantly likeable.

Sliding off the bed, she quickly tried to get away from her son before she did something foolish. She loved Andrew dearly but she could not do that with her son. Even though it had been years since the last time she had sex, it did not justify committing such an act with her own son. Andrew whimpered softly in his sleep when she pulled out of his embrace, softly calling to her in his sleep.

Becky felt torn between going back to comfort him in his sleep or leaving to eliminate her un-motherly urges. Her heart tearing for her only child, she thought to herself, "Get control of yourself, Rebecca. Your son needs you and you are thinking about things you should not be doing with him." With more resolve then she actually felt, or perhaps showing more then she had, Becky removed her dress and draped it on the back of the chair at Andrew's desk. She stood there for a moment, clad now only her bra and a pair of thong panties.

His whimpering grew louder, breaking Becky of any more hesitation she joined him on his bed again, curling her body against him. Instantly Andrew became quiet again, murmuring softly in his sleep, "I love you, Mom."

Smiling, Becky pulled the covers over them, laying her head on his shoulder as she gently caressed his chest. She wondered what he had been dreaming about that caused him to need to feel her at his side.

Shaking her head, Becky put the thought out of her mind for now as she closed her eyes, continuing to caress his chest and stomach now.

Drifting into a light slumber, Becky began to dream too, her own mind pressing her with images of her and Andrew lying in bed together but not like they were. She moaned softly in her sleep, her panties becoming moist as she made love with her son in her dream. Her hand glided to his groin, cupping his still erect cock thru his pants as she moved around.

Waking slightly, Andrew's sleep-fogged mind noticed the feel of a small hand on his stiff cock, that being joined with feeling a warm body pressed against him. Coming awake more, he realized that the hand belonged to his mother as she cuddled against him sound asleep.

She had kicked the covers off as she was squirming, moaning softly and calling his name. He held her gently, touching her cheek as he whispered softly, "Mom? Mom, wake up...you are having a bad dream." At least he thought she was until he noticed the thin strap of her thong bisecting her full asscheeks. She slipped a hand down to the silky material, gently rubbing herself thru it as she moaned his name again.

Staring at her in shock, Andrew felt his cock swelling when he realized she was having an erotic dream. One of which, he believed, she was dreaming about having sex with him. Andrew always considered his mother to simply be gorgeous. Like every young male being raised by a single mother, he had harbored fantasies of making love to her but never acted upon them. They were fantasies and nothing more until now.

Hearing her call his name again, he brought his face close to hers, calling to her again, "Mom...wake up, you are dreaming. Please wake up." Seeing her squirming rubbing herself with her hand she moaned softly as her eyes began to flutter open.

Waking from her dream, Becky let out a surprised scream scrambling away from Andrew like he was a very large spider. Catching her breath, she noticed her son sitting up on the bed. "Andrew? What was...that?" she asked him, watching curiously as he stared back at her.

Blushing slightly, Andrew looked at her, "Umm, it seemed like you were having a very erotic dream about me." Now Becky was blushing too, feeling her cheeks burn in her embarrassment.

"Don't you go thinking that, young man. A mother should not think about..." she blushed harder, leaving the sentence unfinished as she felt the gusset of her thong sticking to the outerlips of her pussy, completely wet with her juices.

He looked away from her, "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to embarrass you." Looking around the room, Andrew gulped slightly as he felt his cock throbbing in pants. He did notice the damp spot in her panties, molding the thin silk to her pussy. In the mirror behind his mother, he could see the beautiful roundness of her ass being separated by the strap of her thong.

"God she is beautiful," Andrew thought to himself, blushing even harder, "Any guy who got to have sex with Mom would be lucky."

Noticing her son blushing harder, Becky quickly sat back down on the bed, keeping a slight distance. "Umm, tell me what happened with you and Cindy," she said quietly, trying to change the subject. She took his hand in hers, giving it a loving squeeze.

Andrew bit his lip, one thing that he always felt comfortable talking to his mom about was sex, though at the moment his thoughts about what it would be to have sex with her were making him unable to speak.

Finally, he was able to, "Umm, yeah, well....like I said, we had planned to have sex with each other for the first time tonight, also making us each other's first. But when I went to put my finger in her as I licked her, I noticed her maidenhead was gone."

Little did Andrew know, she was having similar thoughts racing thru her mind. It had been so long since Becky had last had sex that she was imagining what it might feel like to have her son's hard cock sliding in and out of her. "Well, baby, remember that she is a cheerleader and doing some of her stunts can possibly tear her hymen," she told him.




A Soccer Mom's Tale Ch. 01



Andrew nodded slightly, "I know, Mom, but...um...Cindy and I have been using our hands and mouths for a few months already." He looked at his mother then seeing the loving passion burning she was beginning to feel for him in her eyes.

Becky suddenly felt a surge of jealousy she could not explain when he told her about what he and Cindy had been doing up until tonight. When he told her that they had been doing oral, she started imagining what it would be like to give her son a blowjob, making her even wetter, but the fantasy was ruined when she thought about Cindy doing that to him, feeling her jealousy burn even hotter. "Oh! Well then I guess you would know. And she refused to tell you who she had sex with?"

Andrew nodded, sighing softly as he leaned against her, "No, she wouldn't tell me. She was acting like it was a big secret. I don't know, Mom, even if she had sex with someone else before me, I just wish she had told me the truth."

Becky bit her lip sharply as she rested her hand on his thigh, only inches from his cock which was still hard inside his pants. "Yes, honesty is very important for a relationship. Your father lied to me constantly though I was too naïve to see it at the time," she said quietly.

Looking up at him, Becky caught her son's eyes, "Tell me something, baby, if you want to. You don't have to though. But...was she any good at it?"

"Good at what, mom? Ooohhh," Andrew gulped as he realized what Becky was asking him. "Well, I can't speak from experience but...I guess so," he answered her, feeling a little more relaxed before realizing something.

Andrew and his mother had been the only one the other had for a while until he met Cindy which created a strong bond between the mother and her son. This bond had made it easy for them to feel comfortable with almost anything with each other. 

The bond was so strong that one usually could feel what the other was thinking without a word being said. Because of this bond he shared with his mother, Andrew got the feeling that she was imagining being the one who was sucking his cock. He felt a surge of desire then making his cock swell even more as he imagined what it would feel like to have his mother giving him a blowjob.

Seeing the spark of recognition shine in Andrew's eyes, Becky knew that his thoughts were beginning to trail along the same path as her own. That knowledge knocked down the last barrier in her mind that forbad her from acting.

She knew that her son felt desire for her, even though she should be bothered by it instead Becky felt a surge of desire for him too. She had not had sex with a man since his father had left. Any she met suddenly lost interest when they found out she was a divorced mother.

Caressing his leg, Becky looked into his eyes again, "Baby, you've had a rough night. It is no small thing to find out the one you love had been cheating on you all along." Her fingers gradually migrated toward his groin, tracing the outline of his cock as she leaned closer to him, "Mommy wants to make you feel better, baby. Do you want Mommy to?" She chewed her lip waiting for his answer, ready for him to reject her.

Andrew gasped softly when he felt the feather-light touch of her fingers against his cock. In a haze he heard her asking him something but it took a moment for it to register in his mind. He couldn't believe it was happening. His mother wanted to have sex with him. Quickly he nodded, "I do, Mom, but I've never actually gone all the way."

She smiled at him, gently pushing him back on his bed, "I know, baby, it's okay. Mommy will take care of everything. You just relax and enjoy it." Her fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants as she kneeled before him on the bed, finally working it down she yanked his pants and boxers off.

Seeing his hard cock come free, Becky gasped softly at the beauty of her son's organ. It was absolutely perfect in every way and she had made it.

Grasping it in her soft hands, Becky leaned over as she kissed the bulbous head, her tongue flicking against the slit to gather his leaking precum. Andrew moaned softly from her ministrations, smiling as she swept her tongue down the ridge of his cock and began to gently suck on his full balls. 

Lying out along his side, Becky smiled as she saw the pleasure she was giving her son. Kissing the tip of his cock again, she opened her mouth to take him in, tasting the salty tang of his hard flesh as he slid into her mouth. Looking into his eyes, she hummed softly as she began bobbing her head slowly, her cheeks collapsing in from the suction as she moved her lips up and down his cock.

"Oohh damn, mom, that feels so good," Andrew moaned as he watched her sucking his cock. Andrew knew that his mom had not had sex in a while but for being out of practice she certainly knew how to give a blowjob. He felt his cock throbbing as it passed back and forth thru her soft lips, the touch of her tongue sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.

Gripping the base of his cock, Becky began sucking with more intensity, her eyes never leaving his. Slurping and moaning on his hardness, she felt her pussy leaking heavily, wetting her thighs as she realize how turned on she was getting from sucking her son's cock. She knew then she wanted to taste him, to feel his hot seed entering her throat.

Andrew gripped the sheets of his bed tightly, his hips rocking slightly with his mother's movements. The feeling she was giving him was more intense than all of the times Cindy had given him a blowjob combined. Quickly he felt his balls beginning to throb, swelling as they prepared to unleash his salty jizz. "Oohh...Mom, I'm going to...ahhh...I'm gonna cum.

She smiled as she pulled off his cock stroking him quickly, "Go ahead, baby. Mommy wants to taste your seed. Don't hold back and fill Mommy's mouth with your cum." She took him in again, closing her eyes as she continued sucking his cock like she were starving and his sperm was the only nourishment that would satiate her hunger.

Andrew began shaking; calling out for her as he started cumming, his cock twitching as the first shot hit the back of her throat. Curling his fingers, he trembled looking into her eyes as she held his spewing cock in her mouth.

Moaning softly, Becky came herself when she felt the first hot splash of her son's cum hit the back of her throat. Holding him tight in her mouth, she swept her tongue over his cock quickly to collect his salty seed.

Smiling, she pulled of once he finished, kissing the tip of his cock, cleaning him off gently with her tongue. Looking into his eyes, "Mmm, is that better, baby? Did Mommy make you feel good?"

Andrew panted softly as the haze in his head slowly cleared. He felt like he was still dreaming it seemed so surreal. His own mother had just sucked his cock and drank his cum. Smiling at her, he nodded as he pulled her up into his arm, "Yes, mom, that felt great but...Can I...um," he blushed brightly, "Can I have sex with you now?"

Becky giggled softly, resting her head on his chest as she snuggled close to him, "You really wanna fuck your old mom? I'm not anywhere near as pretty as the girls in your school." She rested her hand on his cock, which slowly hardened again just from her touch.

Chuckling, Andrew gave her a tender kiss, "Mom, you are way hotter then any of the girls at school. I've had almost every guy on the team including Coach Riggs tell me that you were definitely hot."

Blushing deeply, Becky looked down for a moment, "Really? I find that hard to believe someone your age would be attracted to a dowdy old mother like me."

Sitting up, he took her hands to kiss them softly, "Mom, you are not dowdy at all. You are gorgeous." He kissed her again, pulling her down into his arms as he brushed his tongue against her lips.

Moaning softly, Becky returned the loving kiss to her son, her hand now slowly stroking his cock as she pulled back and smiled. "You make me feel beautiful, son. I love you with all my heart." 

Rolling to her back, she pulled him on top of her, yanking her thong off before wrapping her legs around his thighs, looking up into his eyes. "Now, stick your beautiful cock into Mommy's pussy, baby. Return to the place you came from and fill the womb of your birth with your seed."

Andrew followed instinct when he felt her wrap her legs around him, pressing the tip of his cock against her pussy. Kissing her softly, he stared into her eyes, "I love you, Mom," he moaned as he pushed his cock slowly into her. She felt amazingly tight for a woman who had bared a child. But it was from the long lapse from the last time she had sex which made her so.

Arching her back, Becky let out a soft whimper when she felt him slide into her. His cock stretched her so wonderfully, causing a slight ache as she was not used to having a man in her for a long time. Grasping his hips, she gazed into his eyes, smiling, "Go easy at first, baby. You are the first man to be in me since your father."

Nodding as he held her close, Andrew slowly began rocking his hips, his thick organ knifing in and out of his mother's slick pussy. It felt wonderful to him, he was having sex for the first time and it was with his mother. He moaned with each thrust he made, taking his time at her guidance as he moved in and out of her. "Oh god, Mom, aahh...your pussy feels so good...I'm...nggghh...glad that you were my first."

Becky beamed at her son, tears shedding from her eyes as she moved with him in prefect rhythm. She had taken her son's virginity and he loved her even more for it. She could tell he was nervous from his lack of experience but his loving enthusiasm more than made up for that. He listened to her every bit of advice, feeling so wonderful to have her son back home again, his cock nestled deep in her pussy as they made love. "Aahhh, baby, Mommy is so happy to be your first. You are doing so wonderful, you are making Mommy feel so good. I love how your cock feels inside of me."

Andrew grunted softly as he continued pumping his cock into his mother, feeling sweat running down his back and dripping off his chest. Feeling himself inside her, he shook with desire as he slowly gained confidence when she indicated how good he was making her feel.

Smiling, he started taking longer, deeper thrusts, the tip of his cock bumping against the top of her pussy, "Mmmm...I'm glad I am, Mom. Aaahh...I know it has been a long time for you. It feels so good having my cock inside you."

She whimpered softly at his words and rhythms, feeling him increase the tempo she smiled, caressing his cheek as she met his thrusts with her own. She still could not believe how wonderful it felt to her to feel her son's cock inside of the pussy he had been born from. 

Giggling, she nibbled on his ear as she breathed softly, whispering to him, "Does it turn you on, baby? Having your cock inside of your Mommy's pussy?" Closing her eyes, she moaned, feeling his reaction to her question as he slammed his cock into her harder, making her yelp in pleasure.

Curling his arms under her, Andrew began to pound his cock into her harder, her words awakening a burning passion deep inside of him. As soon as she said it he knew the answer, it turned him on very much to be fucking his own mother. Her tight channel molded to his cock perfectly as if she was made for him. "Aahh, oh god, mom...yes, it does...I get so hard just...thinking about being inside you."

Digging her nails into his back, Becky began to writhe under her son's continuous thrusting; her pussy feeling like it was on fire. She felt stretched to the point of almost being painful but the pleasure she felt from his cock sliding in and out of her neglected pussy. Her body began to tighten, feeling herself approaching the crescendo of pleasure she cried out, clinging to her son's muscular body tightly as she achieved her climax. Crying in joy from the feeling of him making her cum though it was only his first time and hers not done by her fingers or vibrators, "Oh god, baby, Mommy is...AAAAAHHHHHHHEEEEEE!!!!!"

Driving his cock deep into her, Andrew felt her pussy tightly clutching his cock as she orgasmed, triggering his own he yelled out as he felt his release, his cock jerking as he shot thick, sticky ropes of hot cum into the womb of his birth, "Aahh...me too, Mom...Ooohhh, I'm cumming!!!"

Feeling his sperm hitting the walls of her womb, Becky cried out again as another orgasm rocked her body, "Oh yes!! Baby, cum in mommy's pussy!! Fill me with your hot seed!!" Holding him tight, she slowed down from the bliss of her climax, kissing him lovingly, as his lover and his mother at the same time. "Oh, Andrew, my sweet, sweet son, mommy feels so good. I love how your sperm feels inside of me."

He smiled at her, returning her kisses as he held her, pulling back just slightly remove his cock from her until she stopped him, "No, baby, stay inside me a little longer. I forgot how good it felt to have a man inside of me."

He smiled more, nodding as he settled in place and stared into her eyes, "I love you, Mom, so much. I never in my life ever imagined that we would actually do this."

Becky giggled, arching a slender eyebrow, "Oh so you have been fantasizing about fucking your old mom?" Her smile widened when she saw him blushing hotly, nodding his answer as he lay atop her.

She felt her heart swell even more, "Oh, baby, I know that I shouldn't but that makes me so more wanting to do this again. I have not felt this wonderful for so long that I don't want to let it go even if you are my son."

Andrew's smile widened further as he kissed her passionately, "You're welcome, Mom, I love you so much and I want to see you happy." Finally, his cock softened enough that he slide out of her, a thick stream of his cum leaking out of her pussy down to the bed.

Snuggling up into her son's arms, smiling as she sighed happily, lightly running her fingers over his chest, laying in his arms as she listened to his strong heartbeat. Sighing happily she looked up to Andrew's face, kissing his jaw, "I need a shower, baby. Why don't join me?" Giggling, she slid out of his bed, and headed to her room to use the shower.

Andrew quickly followed her to the bathroom, leaning against the counter as she turned on the water. His gaze traveled over her body, admiring her womanly form, feeling his cock twitch slightly.

Becky climbed into the shower, letting out another happy sigh when the hot water caressed her skin. She smiled at Andrew as he climbed in behind her, "Wash my hair, baby?" Giggling softly, she turned and kissed him, pressing her body to his so she could feel his smooth, hard muscles, "Mmm, damn, I wish we had done this sooner, Andrew. I can't believe how good I feel now."

Smiling back at his mother, Andrew grabbed the bottle of shampoo and poured a dollop into his hand. He gently kneaded her scalp as he worked up a lather, "I'm glad that I could make you feel good, mom." He pulled her against him, his stiff cock wedging in the crack of her ass as he continued wash her hair.

Becky gasped when she felt Andrew's hard cock pressing between her rear cheeks. She wondered how he could be hard again so quickly after cumming but then she remembered with a laugh that he was 19 and always horny. Giggling she rubbed her ass against him making him moan softly.

He took the showerhead down, rinsing her hair out, gently massaging her scalp. Becky shivered despite the hot water, the touch of her son's fingers in her hair bringing back memories of other times with her ex-husband. Sighing, she leaned back against Andrew, snuggling into his comfortable embrace.

"What's wrong, Mom?" he looked at her curiously, his hands resting on her tummy. He turned her in his arms, staring into her eyes.

She shook her head, "It's nothing, baby. I was just thinking about the good times with your father." She sighed again, sliding her arms around his neck when she saw the scowl on his face. She kissed him softly, gently sucking on is lip, "Don't fret, Andrew. You are a far better man then he was."

Nodding, Andrew returned her kiss, gently caressing the small of her back, "Okay, mom." Picking up the loofah, he lathered it up, taking it to her back he gently washed her, not missing any spot. 

Moving around to the front Andrew washed her tummy and breasts, making her smile as she watched him, "You are such a wonderful son." Smiling back he kissed her arms as he ran the soapy loofah over them. "I was raised by a wonderful, loving mother," he winked at her.

Giggling, she admired her handsome son, watching him as he took the loofah to her legs, starting down at her feet and working his way up to her groin. Running between her legs, he washed her pussy gently, cleaning her juices and his sperm that was leaking out of her. Taking the showerhead again, he rinsed her clean.

Caressing her leg, he smiled at her as he kissed her pubis, making her moan softly as he lifted her leg, setting her foot on the edge of the tub. Caressing her ass gently, Andrew flicked his tongue against her clit, making her gasp sharply.

Curling her fingers in his hair, Becky whimpered in pleasure as she watched her son licking her aching pussy, "Ohhh yesss, baby, lick Mommy's pussy...aaahhh!!" Her hips rocked slowly as he nestled his nose into her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She felt her juices starting to flow again, closing her eyes as she focused on the feeling of his tongue invading her.

Andrew sucked on her clit, curling his tongue around it as he slid his fingers into her pussy. Sliding them in and out of her, he pressed against her g-spot, bringing out another sharp gasp. He pulled back a moment, kissing her pussy, "I love you, Mom."

Biting her lip, Becky held back as long as she could, her pussy quivering from his continuous actions. Inside she felt the fires of her passion burning hotter, pushing her to the breaking point, screaming out in ecstasy, holding her son's head tightly as she coated her face with her nectar.

Smiling as he stood up, Andrew kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his lips. Hugging her tightly, his cock rubbed gently against her stomach. Moaning softly, he kissed her ear, sucking on it gently.

Becky smiled back at Andrew, returning his kiss she tasted her flavor on his lips. Panting softly in the aftermath of her orgasm, Becky pressed against him, loving the feel of his hard cock against her tummy. "I love you too, Andrew. You have been the only constant in my life." Sighing she laid her head on his shoulder, the water cascading down her back. Kissing him again, she looked into his eyes, "I want to feel you inside me again, baby."

Caressing her back and ass, Andrew smiled as he looked back into her eyes, "I want to be inside you again too. I want to be inside you as much as I can." Turning her back to him, he nudged her to bend over, placing her hands on the edge of the tub. Grasping his cock, he rubbed the tip against her pussy, pushing into her slowly he let out a low moan, "Oh god, mom, your pussy feels so warm."

Looking back over her shoulder, Becky moaned as she felt her son's cock penetrating her again from behind. "Mmmm, your cock feels wonderful in my pussy, baby," she began rocking back against him, panting as he gently slid his cock in and out of her, "Ahhhh fuck, this is one of Mommy's favorite ways too."

Andrew smiled as he caressed her ass, moving his hips to pump deeper and deeper into her blazing hot pussy. "Nnngh...I'd love to do you like this as much as you want, Mom," he moaned deeply feeling his cock throbbing deep inside of her. 

His thrusting became more vigorous as he felt her shaking with desire, her pussy gripping and sucking his cock further into her. Bottoming out each time, he felt the tip of his cock press against her cervix, pushing into her womb.




A Soccer Mom's Tale Ch. 01



Becky arched her back, moaning deeply as she writhed from Andrew's loving thrusts. She still could not believe how good it felt to have her son's cock sliding in and out of her. Reaching back under her, she fondled his full, plump balls, feeling the heavy load of cum waiting to be released into her. 

"Maaahhh, yes, baby, that's it...fuck Mommy's pussy nice and hard with your cock. Shoot your cum into the womb you were born from. Oohhhaaahhh!!!" Crying out, she began to writhe as she fell over the edge again, cumming hard on his cock.

Andrew pounded her harder, his balls slapping against her clit as he thrust into her over and over. Like her, it still felt surreal to him. Looking down, he moaned in pleasure as he saw the slick pink lips of his mother's pussy wrapped tightly around his cock, watching it slide in and out of her. "Ngggh, fuck, mom...I love fucking your pussy. I want to cum in you as much as I can." 

Shuddering he pushed his cock deep into her, feeling her gripping interior milking his cock, "Oh god, mom!! Aahhh yes...I want to cum in you. I want to fill my mother's womb with my seed." Yelling out as he felt his cock explode inside her, he pulled her tight against him, "Nggghhh!!! I'm cumming!!" His body shook, his cock pulsing inside of her as he shot thick ropes of cum into her.

Becky shivered in delight, moaning deeply as she felt Andrew's cum filling her. Sliding forward, Becky smiled as she turned and hugged him tightly, laying her head on his shoulder, "Mmm...damn, baby, I forgot how good this felt. You are so amazing."

Lifting her head, she kissed him softly, running her fingers gently thru his hair, "I don't know about you, baby, but mommy needs to lie down. I haven't felt this wonderfully sore and tired for a long time."

Returning her kiss, Andrew continued caressing her back, smiling warmly, "You are amazing too, Mom. I only want to make you feel good." 

Chuckling, he turned off the water, reaching for a towel he dried her off, placing soft kisses over her body. "Okay, mom, let's get some sleep," Andrew kissed her again, taking her hand and leading her back into her bedroom.

Pulling back the covers, he looked at her, "I would like to hold you in my arms while we sleep," he said as he looked up at her, catching her wide smile.

"I would love that very much, Andrew. You have been so good to me and you have earned it," Becky smiled back at him, reaching into her dresser for a nightie but them changing her mind. Another first in years, she decided that she wanted to sleep nude in her son's arms.

Crawling into bed together, mother and son embraced like lovers, holding each other tight. Becky laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes as she listened to his heartbeat again. 

Feeling content, she traced the contours of his chest with her fingers, placing light butterfly kisses behind her finger. "No one can know about this, Andrew. No one at all," Becky frowned slightly as she lifted her head to look into his eyes.

Nodding, he kissed her again as he caressed her back, "I know, mom, but as long as I am with you I will be happy."

Becky beamed as she gave Andrew a hard, passionate kiss, caressing her cheek as she laid her head down on his chest again, "You are so great, Andrew. I feel so lucky to be blessed with such a handsome and loving son."

Closing her eyes, she sighed happily as she nestled against him. Andrew smiled, kissing her hair, "Thanks, mom. I'm lucky to have you for my mother." He closed his eyes, relaxing his body he listened to her soft breathing, slowly drifting off to sleep with her.