13 comments/ 37804 views/ 29 favorites Ava and the Cocky Jock By: MrYowman Jonathan was playing his freshman year at college and just like during his high school day, his mother Ava was attending the games to cheer on the team. The team had a few games already played when Mike suddenly joined the team. Mike was playing in the outfield and was very good. As Ava waited for her son to come around, she saw Mike loading up his bag off to the side of the dugout and decided to welcome him to the team. As she approached, Mike glanced up at her, immediately noticing how attractive she was, but wasn't quick to show it. "That was a good catch you made earlier today, and 2 RBIs too. Very impressive." Ava said as she approached. "I was just taking it easy out there. We had these guys beat already." Mike said not looking at her yet as he continued to load his bats and gear into the long duffel bag. Ava smirked at his confidence. "I haven't seen you here before, how long have you been attending school?" Mike stood up and shouldered his bag. "I haven't...not here anyway. I just transferred this week from Texas." "I see," Ava continued. "My name is Mrs. Holder, I am Jonathan's mother and one of the team moms. He's the catcher, you know. Where are your parents?" "I am Mike, but people call me Ace," he said, dusting off his hand and offering it. "My folks are still in Texas, you probably won't see much of them." Ava offered her hand gently. "Well welcome to the Cyclones, Mike. Since your folks aren't around, you should feel free to contact a team mom if you need something like a ride or a home cooked meal. And you can count on us to always be here at the games rooting you on as well." "Is that what the team mom's do? That's cool I guess. I don't need a ride though, I just live a few blocks away in tenant housing. You don't look old enough to be a mom though, you look more like a woman I would date." Mike rubbed his thumb over her hand before releasing it, looking directly into her eyes as he spoke. Ava cackled, embarrassed by his flirtation as Jonathan approached. He rolled his eyes and spoke curtly. "I will be in the car." Ava turned to him and called out, "I guess you have met Mike?" she said cheerily. "Yeah, we have met," he grumbled. Ava smiled nervously at Mike, feeling sheepish about her son's behavior. "Sorry about that." Mike had taken the opportunity to steal a glance at her legs and chest and raised his head back to her eyes as she turned away from Jonathan. He shrugged and blew it off. "You and the other moms ought to get some shorts and t shirts with our colors on them, so we can see you in the stands more easily. Maybe you could even work on a cheer together." "That is a great idea, Mike. I will pass that on, thanks." And with that she turned away to the car to join her son who was already getting into the car. Mike watched her walk away and wondered if she always swayed her hips like that or if she was just giving him a show. At the next game, Ava was in the stands wearing yellow, shimmering shorts and a red V-neck tee shirt with white trimming, as were some of the other moms. Mike hit a homer this time and everyone stood up and cheered as he added another RBI to his stats. After the game, as Ava walked around to meet Jonathan, she saw Mike again. "Congratulations, Mike," she smiled as she walked by. "Thanks" he beamed. Ava stopped and spun back around. "Are you going home for July fourth weekend?" "No, I haven't any plans." "Well, Jonathan's dad is coming over and we are having a cookout. You can come over if you like." "Oh yeah? That might sound good. How about I give you my number and you remind me about it later?" Ava approached him and retrieved her phone from her cloth shopping bag, then added his digits as he stated them to her, then sent him a text so he would have hers. "Don't worry about bringing anything, we will have plenty." she said. "It was cool to see you in our colors today," Mike continued. "I looked for you as I came around third." "Oh, well, I am glad you were inspired." Ava replied. "Definitely so, I can do a lot out there on the field with the right motivation, if you know what I mean." Mike said with a cock sure attitude. "Is that so?" Ava grinned. "Well, we might have to test that out sometime. I will call you later." and she moved on to meet Jonathan. Jonathan saw his mother leaving Mike and how Mike was leering over her as she walked. "What are you talking about with Asshole?" he spat. Ava laughed, "Is that what you guys call him, Ace the Asshole?" "I am sure as hell never going to call him Ace, he is such an arrogant ass. He thinks he knows everything and is so good. It pisses a lot of us off. I don't think he gets that this is a team sport." "I didn't know. I kind of feel bad now, I invited him to our upcoming cookout." "Mom! Are you kidding me? Oh man!" Jonathan spun around on his cleats and marched off the field to the car, not saying another word until he got home. In the car, Ava defended herself. "He is here all alone without family. I feel bad for him, you know?" A few days later, Ava called Mike to give him the address to the house, but he didn't answer so she left a message telling him when and where the cookout would be and volunteered her estranged husband to pick him up. A few hours later, she received a picture text from Mike. He was shirtless and posing. 'Thanks, I will be there, don't need a ride from him. : ) ' Ava blushed a bit. Was he really coming on to her like this or was she just misinterpreting the text? The picture was definitely meant to impress her, but what about the part of the "ride from him"? Was that some kind of double entendre? Later that night, while lying in bed, she found herself touching her feminine parts as she looked at the picture again. As she reached over into her nightstand drawer and retrieved her vibrator, she fantasied about being in the arms of a younger man, pleasuring herself before falling into a restful sleep. The question burned in her mind as the days went by and she thought she had better end whatever it was Mike was trying to do before things got out of hand. She replied to his text. 'I don't think that picture was appropriate. Let's try to be a little more respectful in the future.' She took a deep breath and hit send then waited. But no reply was ever sent back to her. At the next game, she wore the new team mom uniform again and watched Jonathan play a really good game. When she saw Mike, she couldn't help but imagine those young rippling muscles under his shirt as he got on base again this time. She hoped she wouldn't think about that again as she sought him out after the game. Mike was already walking across the park field towards home when she caught up with him. "Mike? Are you still coming over for the cookout this weekend?" "Huh?" Mike said in surprise, turning to see Ava trotting his direction. He noticed the way her ample breasts swayed as she did. "Oh yeah, definitely so, why wouldn't I?" Ava closed her eyes and shook her head a little trying to dislodge the thought. "I ...just wasn't sure since you didn't reply to my last message." Mike laughed. "That's not the first time a MILF has told me to behave myself, it's cool, really." Ava was stunned. "I am not sure that calling me a MILF is quite the respect I was looking for, but ...thanks...for the compliment?" she trailed off. "Absolutely!" he exclaimed. "See you on Sunday." as he continued out of the park. That Sunday, Ava put on a loose fitting pastel dress and pinned her hair up to keep her neck cool. It was going to be a hot day. Jason, her husband, was already in the back yard, preparing brats, ribs and chicken on the grill and waiting for Ava to bring out the corn and beans. Jason and Ava had been living apart for almost two years now, but were on friendly terms. Divorce was probably inevitable, but neither of them knew how soon that would be. The door bell ring and she called for Jonathan to get the door. She could here him growling in displeasure as he welcomed his teammate into the house. Jonathan left him standing alone as Ava came down the stairs, putting in her last earring as she did. "I am glad you could make it, Michael." she smiled at him. "Me too," he said as he pulled out a thin vase from behind his back with a few Gerber daisies in it. "Although, I was hoping to see you dressed a little more casually." "You don't like it?" she held out the hem of the skirt wide and swayed back and forth to show it off. "I would really like to see you some daisy duke shorts." he stated frankly. Ava gulped nervously and giggled. "Why don't you go outside and sit with John and his dad? You might have to introduce yourself though, Jonathan isn't using his best manners today." as she took the flowers from him and placed them on the buffet in the foyer. She watched him go outside through the sliding screen door then went back upstairs to change. A while later, she came out onto the deck carrying a plate of corn on the cob still in the husk and a pot full of beans. She approached Jason who looked at her but didn't react to her outfit, assuming she was just trying to stay cool. She was wearing a pair of jeans that had been cut very short, the bottoms of the pockets showed a little as she would sit. Her top was a halter, not too revealing in the chest, but held up by thin straps that didn't cover her bra straps at all. "Mom, do you think that is appropriate clothing when we have a guest?" Jonathan glared, looking up from his cell phone. Mike was situated on the other side of the table, definitely eye banging his mother. "What was wrong with the dress you had on?" "I just decided it was too hot, alright? Quit embarrassing me." she scolded. Her ex-husband joined in. "Why don't you both quit arguing and embarrassing Mike?" he commanded. He looked over his shoulder at Mike, "Sorry, bud." Jonathan stood up and walked back inside, muttering a final complaint about her ass hanging out of the shorts. The three stayed on the porch visiting and cooking, getting to know each other a little better until the food was done. Jonathon came back outside to eat but didn't say much and quickly went back indoors afterward. Ava helped clear off the table and Jason scrubbed down the grill before retiring into the living room with Jonathan to watch a baseball game on television. Ava then returned outside and sat under the umbrella in a chair close to Mike. "I am sorry about our little squabble earlier." Ava started. Mike shrugged it off and leaned onto the table, allowing himself a closer view into her cleavage. Ava was wearing a demi bra and he was sure that if her shirt was just a little lower, he would be able to see an aerola. "It's no big thing, it was worth it to see you take up my suggestion. Why did you do it?" Ava was embarrassed by the question but tried to sound confident. "I guess I was flattered by your attention and thought I would give you a thrill. But don't make too much of it. After all, I am still a married woman." "Right, but one that doesn't wear her ring anymore. And judging by the lack of concern your husband shows, I think it is safe to say that this isn't the home of Ward Cleaver." Ava opened up another beer. "No, you are quite right. Jason and I haven't been living together for a long time now." Mike glanced over his shoulder and then lowered his voice. "That's cool, 'cause I would really like to see more of you, Ava. One thing I like about those shorts on women is that you can almost see their panties, that is ...unless they are wearing a thong or nothing at all." he added with a hopeful grin. Ava raised her eyebrows at his inquisition. "I don't know about that myself, I suppose since you showed me yours, I could show you mine." as she stood up, thinking about his picture text earlier. She walked over to the other end of the deck near the grill and peeked through the door. The other men were still watching TV. She took a deep breath and then bent over, pretending to pick something up. Mike was already up and crept up behind her, bending slightly to look, he could see a little of her pink fabric peeking out between her thighs. He got behind her and slid a hand through the leg opening and over her exposed cheek, squeezing it firmly as she shot upright again, spinning around and pushing him off. "What the fuck, Mike?" she hissed. He took a step back, hands up in front of him, giggling loudly. "Hey, I just couldn't resist!" "I think it is time for you to leave," she replied sternly, crossing her arms over her chest, denying him any last look at her augmented 34Ds. He smirked and nodded, turning towards the patio door. As he walked past the living room, he paused and said a cordial farewell. "Thanks for the invite, guys. See you on the ball field Jonathan." Jason stood up and walked over to shake hands once again, Jonathan only raised his hand and didn't take his eyes off the TV. Later that evening after Jason had left and Ava was getting ready for bed, her phone buzzed. It was a text message from Mike. "I had a great time today, hope to see more of you later." Ava rolled her eyes and set the phone down and returned to the routine of getting ready for bed. A few minutes later her phone buzzed again. This time it was a picture text from Mike. In it was a picture of his lower torso and waist. He was wearing very tight briefs underwear and the swell of his penis was very noticeable. 'Thought I would show you mine since you showed me yours' was all the message said. "Uh!" she muttered aloud, placing the phone in quiet mode before setting the phone down again. She wished he would quit teasing and taunting her. She couldn't deny there was some wicked attraction she had for him, but he was not taking the hint to back off. She slipped into bed and tried to drift off to sleep, but her mind was clouded by the brazen touch of the young man at the cookout that day. In the morning, as she stirred awake, she fantasized about him undressing her there on the porch and pushing her roughly over the patio table, shoving her panties into her mouth to keep her quiet while he fucked her even while her husband and son sat unaware in the house. She awoke feeling very horny and wet. After her shower, she got into her bra and panties and began to apply her makeup when her phone signaled that she had email. As she cleared off the message from a retailer, she noticed that there was another text message from Mike that must have arrived after she muted her phone. 'Aren't you into sexting? Where's my pic?' Ava sat down looking at his picture again. It was unbelievable what young people were into nowadays. 'Sexting? Did he really forget how old I am?' She pondered this for a moment then threw caution to the wind. Standing in front of the mirror, she took several pictures of herself in the same fashion as he had; waist down to the thighs, showing off her bikini Pink underwear. Some of the pictures she used a mirror and others she took directly. It took a lot more time than she expected since she used multiple angles and poses, not sure whether she wanted to show more or less of her ass. She eventually decided on a pose taken from an angle that profiled the side of her thigh and some of the front of her panties. She placed the picture into the text message and then paused. Should she really do this? He seemed to take every inch she conceded to him and push the limits. She looked at the picture again. Ava had to admit, she looked pretty good for her age, even if her breasts weren't natural, the rest of her had retained its shape with a little care at the gym and good eating habits. Her thumb hovered over the send button until the sensor felt the presence and registered the command. She closed her mouth tightly thinking to herself, "No turning back now." She returned to the task of getting dressed. A few hours passed before Mike contacted her again, asking if she were free to talk. A few minutes later her phone rang. "I didn't think you would actually do it" was the first thing he said. "And good morning to you too" she replied half hearted. "I have taken a few more of myself and am sending them to you now," he continued. "I want to see more of you too." "Yeah, right. So you can black mail me later or post them to the internet? I don't think so." "Alright, so how about a little more in person then? I want to see those panties up close and personal." "After the last time we were together, I don't know that I could trust you to keep your hands to yourself." "Come on, what do I have to do? Sing you a song?" he complained. The picture arrived on her phone and she put him on hold to look at them. There were two pictures of him. The first showed him from the knees up, naked except for his ball cap, which he as wearing cocked to the side. The second was a close up of his erection, which he held in one hand at the base and extended away from his body. Ava, who wasn't a saint during her unmarried years and had seen plenty of man meat, was impressed. After unmuting the call, Mike said, "What do you think? That was showing a lot more than I am asking for." Point taken, she mused. "Alright, I tell you what. If you can get three RBI's this weekend, I will let you see my panties up close and personal." Ava challenged. "Oh, it's on woman, that's just the kind of motivation I need." The two talked and teased each other for a few minutes more before hanging up. At the game that weekend, Ava was again in her school colors, but the shorts were a little more athletic cut this time and showed more skin. She cheered happily as she watched Jonathan's game play improving, but was a little more reserved when Mike was up to bat. And each time Mike approached the base, he searched the stands for his inspiration and smiled and one time even extended his bat towards the fences, Babe Ruth style. He scored a double, an infield home run and a sacrifice; four RBI's in total. Ava would have been mortified, but she had a plan. She didn't stick around this time, instead waiting for Jonathan in the car. Her phone buzzed and she looked to see another picture of Mike's junk with the message, "Hammer time! I be pounding for those panties." Oh my gosh, she wondered aloud. Is he even careful about where he is when he sends these? She rolled down the window and tried to scan the park for him but only saw Jonathan approaching. As he got in the car, she started the engine praising his play and taking a short spin around the park to look for Mike. He could now be seen walking home and she assumed he must have sent it as he walked. Jonathan didn't notice her quick glance towards Mike as he talked about their chances to make the playoffs. Early the next day, Ava got into her car and drove over to Mike's small apartment. It was an old two story home that had been converted into three apartments. She pulled out her phone to confirm his address, then slipped a package into his mailbox. Then called his phone while she drove away. It was early enough that he wasn't awake yet, as she suspected. "Hey sleepy head, you will want to check your mailbox before the mailman does" was all she said. She laughed all the way home. As Ava started to make dinner that night, she got a text message from Mike. 'Good one Ava.' She imagined Mike opening the package to find a pair of her panties therein. She had to contain her laughter so that Jonathan wouldn't be suspicious. After dinner, Ava went for a walk in the neighborhood. Her phone buzzed and she opened it; there was a picture text from Mike. He was holding up the panties and smelling the crotch. She smiled. The panties were cleaned but she had sprayed them with her perfume. Another picture arrive; this one was more humorous and the panties were on his head with one eye looking from the leg hole. A final picture arrived, this time the panties were dangling from his erection. She felt the heat stirring in her capris pants as she looked upon his man hood again. He always seemed to get the better of her. A text message followed. 'I might have to wash these after tonight, lol'. She was satisfied however she had gotten the best of him for once and continued on her walk. Ava and the Cocky Jock At the next game, Jonathan told his mother that he was going to a friend's house. As she said good bye and turned to leave, Jonathan met her. "Ava, I need to talk to you." "Ok, what's up?" she inquired as she fished out her car keys from her purse. "Can you give me a ride home? We can talk privately in the car." He said with serious earnest. "Sure, I am parked right out here." They got in the car and made small talk about the game until she parked in his driveway. "What's on your mind, Mike?" "Honestly, anymore it is you," Mike answered turning in his seat some to face her. "I tore those panties up thinking about you. I got to have more Ava, a lot more." He spoke with desperate seriousness. "What you need, Mike,...is a girlfriend. This has been a lot of fun, I won't lie, but this can't go on any further. I am still married and, let's not forget, old enough to be your mother." He was already shaking his head. "No, I want to take a look at those beautiful tits of yours. Hell, why lie? I want to fuck you Ava." He started to lean in to kiss her but Ava put up her hands and backed away. "NO!" she spoke to him like he was a dog. He was acting like an animal anyway. "We aren't like that, at all." He sat back dejected. "Come on, give me an incentive, like before. What do I have to do to see you naked?" he pleaded. Ava stared at him, her heart was racing. She was grateful to be in the car and not in his house. She could see his excitement clearly in the polyester uniform pants he was still wearing. She almost felt bad for him, he had been so candid with her with his pictures, but she still worried about what might happen if she shared more with him. Her palms were sweating, if they could talk, they would have been begging to feel his meat stick with their grasp. She put hands up to her face and rubbed it hard, trying to weigh her decision and work up courage. Mike could sense she was contemplating something and started to speak, but sat quietly. He was almost trembling. "Ok, so I can compromise. As an incentive to you..." she reconsidered her offer. "Ok, so if you can, before playoffs, get a double play, two homers and 4 RBIs...in the same game" she let the words hang before continuing, "I will...give you a hand job." Mike nearly jizzed in his athletic shorts as she spoke. "Are you kidding me? Really?" Ava was blushing badly and nodding, trying not to giggle. "Oh, it's on, so on!" He jumped out the car and fist pumped as he danced in front her car and then came to the driver's side window and leaned in. "I want to kiss you so bad right now." She moved her neck back, "The neighbors..." she said calmly. Without another word, he stepped away and went into the house. Ava shook her head as she imagined him heading into the bathroom to shower and jerk off. Her heart was still pounding as she got home and paced the floor now starting to feel some remorse for her concession. She was tempted to bite her manicured nails and then decided a bath of her own would make her feel better. She lit some candles, poured some red wine and seasoned the bath water with salts and baking soda before getting in to let the warm water melt away her worries. The next few games were difficult ones for the team, but especially for Mike. It was apparent to her that he was trying too hard on making his goals rather than winning the game. This was probably not a good idea for the team. He also seemed to be taking over the practices, insisting on rehearsing for double plays. At least that was paying off, he was succeeding at that but the other goals were elusive. His swings for the fences were leading to a lot of foul balls and strikes. This was very uncharacteristic for him. Jonathan, on the other hand, continued improving and with that, so was his attitude. He even remarked to Ava about Mike's performance and seemed to feel bad for him. After one game in particular, the team had managed to hold on their lead and win after striking out the other team. They were off to celebrate. Mike, as usual, wasn't going to join them and was sulking about. Ava approached him slowly. "Good game tonight." she said softly. He muttered something unrecognizable and continued shoving things into his bag with angry determination. He let out a huge sigh and stood up. "Not good enough, not good enough for me." He said, looking directly into her eyes. "You know the problem isn't that you aren't trying hard enough, you are just motivated for the wrong reasons." His eyes squinted as he looked her up and down like an elusive trophy that he longed for. "And what should be my reason?" he demanded. "Walk me to my car, Mike. The bugs are getting bad." He followed her out into the large grass parking lot as she talked. "Your problem, Mike, is that you are too focused on yourself. How well you do, how you perform and now how you are going to be rewarded. You need to get back to the basics of this game. It is a team sport, don't do everything yourself, count on your teammates, encourage them, work with them. Be there for them and focus on winning as a team, not for yourself." "And you think that is what will make the difference? You think that my shitty attitude is to blame for this slump?" he said incredulously. "I do. And I think the best thing for you to do tonight, is to reconnect with your team. Now, go on back there and get a ride with coach or someone and try to have fun. Even if you didn't do like you wanted, you contributed to the win. Go celebrate, have fun." She reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. Had they been alone, it might have been a motherly kiss. He agreed reluctantly. "Yeah, alright. Can you take my bag over to my house and put it on the back porch for me?" He waited as she opened her trunk and then he dropped it in. "Thanks, Ava." And then he ran back to the lighted diamond to catch a ride. Ava watched him go until she was sure he had a ride then drove off home first before returning to drop of the equipment bag at Mike's. At the Pizza King, the team was situated around one big long table in the back and being loud. There was a lot of banter and mischief. Mike didn't say much but as the evening went on, he was laughing and more relaxed. He looked around the room at the other players on the team and it occurred to him how much or how little he knew about each one. He was going to have to make more of an effort he thought. Jonathan locked eyes with him once and it made him a bit nervous. But Jonathan just nodded and smiled. "Jonathan" he thought to himself. He wasn't sure how to feel about him. Mike wanted to connect with him, but he was wanted to connect with Jonathan's mother more. "No," he thought, "I should be more friendly, but that's it." The coach gave an inspired speech and it seemed to awaken the competitive spirit in Ace again. He even complimented a few people on their game play as he was leaving. By the time he arrived home was over, he was beginning to feel better about everything. The next morning, as Mike woke up and started his morning exercises before breakfast, Ava sent a text. 'Did you get your bag?' 'Yes, thanks', he replied. 'Did you open it?' Mike moved down the hall to the closet and pulled out the bag. Inside was a 9.5 x 11 picture, done on a printer, of what could only be Ava's chest adorned in a lovely lacy bra. He also found a small tube of lotion. He laughed out loud and then responded. 'Nice! I don't know if I should frame it or tuck it under the mattress.' Ava sent a smiley face and went on with her day. The playoffs were coming soon and Cyclones were in a close sprint with the Lions for first place in their division. The team outing had been good for Mike and his gamesmanship proved it. With two games in the regular season remaining, things looked very good for Mike and Jonathan as they prepared to meet two lesser opponents. The first game was an uncharacteristic morning game. The first meeting between the two teams had been postponed due to weather and the schedule could only allow this opportunity. The morning weather proved to be the sweet spot for Mike. Mike's first at bat was an infield homerun brought about by an error in the outfield that also had one RBI. He was later batted in as well. Almost immediately upon taking to the field, Mike then secured a double play. His speed on delivering the ball was nearly as fast as the pitcher's and it was obvious that the team had benefitted from all of the practice he had insisted on. Although Ava was cheering, she began rocking nervously in the stands. She was holding her hand up to her mouth, but smiling in embarrassment. One more home run and three RBIs and she would have to settle up on the bet. Part of her mind was panicked about the looming possibility, and yet her lust raged at the chance to put her hands upon the man whose pictures and words tore at her dreams in her sleep. At Mike's next bat, he score a double with two more RBIs. He only needed one more and the home run. The crowd was on its feet, the game was looking favorable for the Cyclones. Jonathan was playing very well behind home plate as well and getting onto base every time he had been at bat. The Lions, however did have a rally in the eighth inning and it provided for some renewed intensity to the game. But in the last inning began to add more points to the board. With two outs and two men on base, Mike walked out onto the field, his eyes scanning the stands and looking for Ava. "Oh my god," she thought. "He's going to do it, he knows it." And he did know it too. He walked confidently up to the batters box and you could see him talking trash with the catcher or pitcher, you couldn't be sure. After the game, the pitcher and coach would have a discussion as to if they should have walked Mike deliberately or not, but the reality was that Mike caught and outside curve ball and hit it outside the left field fence. Two more RBIs were added to his total and he now could look forward to his "date" with Ava. He waved and smiled broadly into the crowd as he rounded third, throwing a kiss into the stands. The Lions had a final at bat, but couldn't muster a win. The Cyclones were now only one game out from the playoffs. Parents and fans rushed the field to embrace their team after the game. Ava hugged Jonathan repeatedly and told him how proud she was of him. Mike stood at a distance high fiving some fans and other players as they came around. He kept an eye on Ava and when he finally made contact he quickly extended his thumb and pinky finger and brushed his thumb from his ear down his cheek very quickly. The signal was not lost on Ava, although she didn't acknowledge it. She was already making plans. That night she sent a text to Mike. 'After this next game, before playoffs, I promise.' He replied with a happy face. The Cyclones beat their next opponent and secured their place in the playoffs. The next day, Ava called Mike and asked him about his schedule for the next few days, joking that she had some spare time on her hands and needed to get them filled. The humor wasn't lost on Mike who squirmed in his recliner as they talked and adjusted the growing erection in his pants. "I don't have class on Wednesday morning. Wear something tight and revealing." He sounded confident and a little overbearing again, just like his old self. Although the arrogance was a little annoying, she actually liked his commanding tone and attitude towards her. That morning, she woke up and made breakfast for Jonathan and watched him leave the house, then went to her bedroom to get ready. It was going to be very warm today and she was conscious of that as she made her wardrobe decisions. She needed something that would fit his description, but it couldn't be so nice. They weren't going on a date per se, something she might wear to a club would be inappropriate. It also had to be practical for the occasion. The outfit might get soiled a little. After some time, she decided on a simple pair of athletic shorts and a low cut, strappy cami shirt, socks and sneakers. She looked as any woman might who was running errands that day. She put her hair in a pony tail and then applied a light coat of makeup to her face, paying more attention to her eyes than anywhere else. She got in her SUV and drove over to Mike's and parked out front, then sent a text to let him know she was there. He came out the door immediately and got in next to her. "Hey, Ava. It has been a long time. I have looked forward to this," he greeted her as he fastened his seat belt. She simply smiled as she checked her mirror and drove out away from the curb. "So, I am curious where you are taking me. We don't seem to be going towards your home." Ava had thought hard about this too. She needed a place private, of course, but not someplace too secure like a motel where things could get out of control. Mike had already proved that he was capable of that. She had driven around to a few places already before deciding on the parking garage of the community hospital. She had visited there a few times already. The top floors were mostly vacant and she didn't see any cameras. With a little luck, she could complete with Mike quickly and then leave before anyone became suspicious or got too close to notice them. "I thought adding a little element of danger might make this outing more fun for us," she replied as they rounded the corner onto the street that the hospital was located. They drove up to the ticket gate and collected their parking pass and then drove up to the fifth floor. It wasn't the top level, but was high enough that there was parking available on the floor below them. She backed into a corner away from the stairs, it was as private a place as they could hope for here. She looked at Mike as she unbuckled her seat belt and raised her eyebrows, smiling like a fox who had eaten the chicken. "The console will get in the way, let's go in the back seat," she suggested, then looked around to see if anyone was coming before stepping out. Once in the back, they set close together. Mike started to lean in for a kiss, but Ava stopped him. "Hey, I promised you this and nothing else, alright?" She reached into the pocket behind the driver's seat and retrieved a bottle of lotion and began to lubricate her hands. "Yeah, ok," he complied, "just let me put my arm around you so we can be closer." He didn't wait for her reply and raised his left arm up for her to position herself next to him. She didn't object and then pulled out a travel package of tissue from the pocket of the seat-back. "You seemed to have thought this out, Ava. I am impressed." "This isn't my first rodeo, cowboy, but it has been a very long time since I was in the back seat of a car with a boy, " she jokingly responded. Mike laughed as she snuggled in closer and began to stroke him softly through his pants between his legs. He planted his hand onto her shoulder and stroked it softly with the tips of his fingers. The shirt she wore was tight against her body, so he couldn't see much more than the cleavage that was exposed, but the air conditioning in the car had raised her nipples noticeably. It helped arouse him. Ava could feel the girth growing in his pants and decided it was time to finally get her hands on his impressive manhood. She delicately undid the button fly of his jeans and then pulled on the two halves to part the zipper to the bottom. His boxer briefs rose through the opening, his cock straining against the fabric. Mike was sucking in his bottom lip in anticipation and Ava squeezed the outline of his penis against his shorts a few more times before pushing the waistband down to reveal its massive glory. The circumcised head popped free and its eye angled up towards Mike's waist like a whale lifting itself out of the water. Ava was fighting the impulse to put it to her mouth and give him more than what they had bargained for. She tenderly took it in her right hand and stroked, clasping several tissues in the other. Mike pulled her in closer and kissed the side of her head. "Tell me about some of your previous encounters in the back of a car, Ava." Ava blushed a little but began to reminisce about some boyfriends and make out sessions she had in the past during her college and courtship years. It was a bittersweet to remember those days but made for steamy stimulation for the current situation. But after several minutes, Mike didn't appear any closer to cumming. "Is this not enjoyable for you?," she asked. "I love it. I guess I am just more visual though. Do you think you can remove your top?" Mike tugged on her tank top shoulder strap a little. Ava took a deep breath. This was taking a lot longer than she had hoped. She peered around the headrest of the front seat. No cars had come in since they had arrived. "Yeah, alright. I guess this isn't the first time you have seen me in just my bra." She leaned forward and pulled the garment over her head. As she turned to the left to place the shirt down, Mike swiftly unclasped her strapless bra. She felt the strap come free and she twisted straight, grabbing at the cups, but Mike had pulled it from under her arm and had flung it to his right. Ava cupped her breasts and dove downward, trying to conceal herself. Mike responded by pulling her into his lap. And there she was face to cock with a man young enough to be her son, begging her to finish him off orally. She didn't struggle, but sat there for a moment contemplating her next reaction. She could feel his pulse through the soft underside tissue against her cheek. She released her breast and gripped him again, pulling his lubricated dick towards her lips. The lotion didn't taste well, but she worked up a lot of saliva to wash it down. "Yes, yes, oh man yes," Mike was whispering and stroking her hair back trying to look at her face. He pushed his groin upwards extending his shaft a little into her mouth. "Suck my dick, Ms. Holder." She didn't need his encouragement. She was suddenly 19 again, blowing her boyfriend in his Mustang parked behind a dilapidated barn outside of town. She cupped and fondled his nut sack, while savoring the feel of his head and shaft in her mouth. The spit was trickling down into his pubic hair. Mike was cupping her ass and squeezing a cheek, moaning in pleasure. "Oh god, that is so fucking good! I want jizz all over those gorgeous tits!" Ava stopped for a moment and lifted up a little, shoving his meat between her cleavage and smiling up at him. "Is that why you tricked me into taking off my shirt?," she teasingly asked. Mike responded by pushing her face back down between his legs and this made her giddily laugh. She bobbed up and down happily and could feel him getting hot and thicker in her mouth. "You fucking hot ass MILF! Uhhhhhhh!" Mike gripped her shorts hard in one hand and the arm rest of the door in the other as he came into her mouth. Ava didn't stop working over his dick, she stroked it more with her mouth even as he came. She swallowed most of it, but couldn't help but dribble some down between his legs and into her hand. When she was sure he was finished, she sat up, forgetting about that she was topless now but not really caring anymore. Her hands were messy but here hair was not. She was glad she had opted for the ponytail. Mike could see her tongue moving across the front of her teeth as she removed what cum remained in her mouth. She gathered more tissues together and first cleaned off her hands before attending to Mike. He suddenly felt very young, as he did when his mother or grandmother would wipe his face for him after he ate. "Ava?" he asked softly, not sure what she was thinking. "Yeah, Mike?" she answered calmly as she started putting the tissues into a plastic bag and stow them under the seat. Ava and the Cocky Jock "You have got to be the best team mom...ever!" She smiled and shook her head. "Just don't go bragging on me to the rest of the team. I don't want them to get jealous." She put her bra and shirt back on and got out of the car as Mike zipped up. A few minutes later they were driving up the parking attendant's booth and then through the exit. They listened to the radio and not saying much. Neither of them knew where this relationship was going to go from here. Ava suspected that after the season, she probably wouldn't see him again, at least until next spring. At the same time, Mike was trying to calculate his next move to get Ava into bed. The end.