Soccer Mom Ass Fucked in Barstow
Hi Y’all,
I’m a bit ashamed but also eager to share with you a story of a trip I took this past weekend to Barstow, a small city in the Mojave Desert of Southern California, a few hours from Las Vegas. I had taken my older son down there for a soccer tournament, along with some of his teammates in my Chrysler Pacifica Minivan. The rest of the traveling team was with other Moms and coaches.
Being a single mom and having to work as a Uber Driver, among other things, AND with a couple teenage sons who are reasonably talented soccer players can be a bit of a juggling act at times. This time of year is one of the worst, as I need to work to pay the rest but also the traveling soccer schedule is busy and there is always a weekend tournament happening that not all of them are close to home.
This past weekend we had a tournament in Barstow but didn’t need to leave until Friday afternoon as we were going to caravan with others down there. My son’s friend and teammate Sullivan came straight over after school as we planned to give him a ride. He and my son played XBox while I caught up on the computer, sitting there in shorts and t-shirt. Around 4pm or so, I decided I may as well take my shower, dress and pack for the weekend. I have a small bathroom attached to my bedroom. Just as I turned off the water, I swear I heard the bedroom door click. "Weird", I thought to myself. "Maybe it's just the dog?"
I toweled myself dry and noticed our dog Edge - that must have been it, I decided. Then I went to pick up the shorts, t-shirt, sports bra and panties I'd been wearing, to put them in the laundry hamper and stopped dead in puzzlement - my pale yellow panties were NOT on top of the pile, yet I knew I'd taken them off last.
I called the dog over and he sniffed the pile of discarded clothing "Did you take my panties, boy?" He has a tendency to do that. Edge just grinned at me with that goofy "I'll do anything for you, if only I understood you" expression on his face. I checked over the other side of the bed, wondering if perhaps he'd dragged them around the room a bit - no sign of them.
It wouldn't have been the first time I'd caught him with a wad of worn panties in his mouth, but there were only so many places he'd ever take them. Not a sign. Oh well, on with the dressing and packing - they'd show up sooner or later. In my relative naivety, I never imagined one of the kids might have taken them...
By the way, I say "kids" - my older son is seventeen and Sullivan, his friend and teammate just turned eighteen last weekend, so maybe "young men" is a better term.
Our drive to Barstow was uneventful. We picked up three other players around the UNLV area of town we live in before the few hour drive and listening to the most insane and foul mouthed rap all along the way. We checked in at the Best Western Desert Villa Inn for two nights in Barstow. My son, Sullivan and I would be sharing one room (two beds, of course). The kids crashed almost right away and I read a book off my phone until I was relaxed enough to fall asleep. I’ll admit I also masturbated myself to some pictures and chat I had with some Fetlife, AFF and Reddit friends. That is one of my nightly routines.
I thought I slept pretty well on Friday night, but I did have the strangest dream. At least, I thought it was a dream at the time, but in retrospect it was likely at least partly for real. I imagined someone lifting the covers from behind me (I tend to sleep on whatever side faces the bathroom and in this case it was my right side) and snuggling against me. This was not at all unpleasant and didn't seem to bother me in the least. I felt breath in my hair (I have long, blonde hair, down to just past my shoulders), gently stirring the back of my neck. As I said, not an unpleasant dream at all.
A light brushing of my upper arm made me shiver a tiny bit, then I felt the weight of somebody else's forearm on my bicep. Ahhh, I was dreaming of my late husband and he wanted to snuggle, so nice... it's been way too long...
The sensation of fingers very slowly and gently caressing my left boob through the t-shirt I wore to sleep. So tired, but yet my thick mommy nipple didn't seem to hesitate to stand to attention. Fingers stroking along the top and bottom of my nipple, almost rolling it between them. Not at all an unpleasant sensation, but I was soooo tired "Yes, honey", I murmured in my sleep "I'm sooo tired - can we wait a while?"
The fingers withdrew and I slumbered deeper.
Saturday morning came around way too early. We had to be up and out by 5:30am for the 7am game. None of us showered, as the boys could shower after the game and I really didn't need one. As I stood in the bathroom brushing my hair, I remembered the previous night's dream and when I took off my panties to change them, was mortified to feel how wet they still were from that dream! I balled them up and tucked them into the bottom of the laundry bag before rousing the boys and calling them to action. Both boys seemed to take forever in the bathroom (individually) - I had no clue until much later what at least one of them had been up to in there.
We went to the game, had a good time and a great game, with a 4-0 thrashing of the other team where Sullivan scored 3 times, amazing. After lunch at Peggy Sue’s 50’s Diner, a nostalgic American diner with a fun atmosphere the team played ok in the evening, but not quite as well as the morning game. Still Sullivan scored twice in a losing effort.
We had a late dinner at Oggi’s Sports Bar and Pizza (highly recommend if ever in Barstow) with several of the other players and parents, then the kids went up to their rooms while some of the parents (myself included) had a few drinks in the Best Western bar. By midnight, I'd had a lot of Tito’s and tonics and glasses of wine so I decide call it a night.
As I opened my room door, I heard a frantic, fumbling noise from inside the bathroom. Sounded like someone was rustling through a plastic bag. I heard the bathroom door click shut as I pushed the main door fully open. My son was fast asleep. So it must be Sullivan in the bathroom. Sure enough, he emerged after a couple minutes, mumbled goodnight and slipped into bed. I had to pee, so it was my turn for the bathroom and I was going to change into my sleep clothes there anyway.
As I was sitting on the toilet, I noticed my laundry bag was most definitely NOT where I'd left it earlier in the day. I finished, blotted, flushed and bent over to investigate - someone had obviously been going through the contents. I dug a little and my fingers came in contact with something wet.
I cringed as I slowly withdrew the panties I'd worn the previous day. They were no longer balled-up, but were randomly crumpled, with a sticky mess on one side. I didn't want to believe what that mess was, but suddenly my head spun as everything clicked.
Sullivan, my son's team-mate, had a thing about my panties. He'd been jerking off into them and probably doing goodness knows what else with them. Wow!
I smile thinking to myself, the little perv - and he was barely eighteen! On the other hand, I could hardly approach him and tell him to refrain from masturbating into my panties, could I? I'd die of embarrassment! Same for asking his father - he'd probably interpret it as a come-on line! Oh what to do, other than ignore it and know this night would be his last chance to mess with my underwear! He must have taken the yellow pair while I was showering, too! He may even have watched me shower! I’ll admit I was a bit flattered.
Then it struck me - was that Sullivan who had snuck into my bed last night, too? No, surely it couldn't have been. That WAS a dream, right? Now I didn't know fact from fiction - I was a mess. I suddenly realized I'd been standing under the hot water for ages, got out and put on my sleep clothes. From all the vodka I must have fallen asleep (or passed out!) pretty quickly, for I woke muzzily as I felt the bed behind me dip, as if with the weight of a body. The clock read 1:55am - I couldn't have been asleep for long. Again, the warmth of a body against my back. This was clearly no dream this time. For better or worse, the amount of alcohol I had consumed dampened my reactions and I didn't noticeably tense at the touch of the stranger's hand on my arm.
In my slightly inebriated state, I wondered how far he would risk going, how much of my body he would explore without my consent? I have to admit, the sensation was quite enjoyable and I did find myself wondering about the feelings building between my thighs. Gulp. I felt his crotch push against my ample butt cheeks. He definitely had something to offer.
His left hand made its way inside my bed shirt with fingertips stroking and lightly squeezing the flesh of my left boob. My big nipples were already quite excited as I tried to keep my breathing steady and sleep-like. I tried so hard to feign a continued, drunken sleep as this eighteen year old friend of my son caressed my boob, my nipple and then progressed down to my belly.
How far should I let him go? I knew I was letting my inhibitions down because I was pretty drunk, but I was also by now thoroughly enjoying his gentle, covert ministrations. Was I so wrong to find it enjoyable?
His hand slipped lower, edging inside the waistband of my panties. No! This had already gone too far. I rolled away from him and whispered, ferociously but so as not to wake my son "No! Stop what you're doing! This isn't right! I didn't invite you into my bed and you are NOT going to take advantage of me having had a few drinks tonight!" I was quite pleased with myself for getting all that out without slurring much or waking my son!
Sullivan's reaction was to freeze. He withdrew his hand from the spot on the bed where I'd been and layed there.
"Uh - Ms Jen?" Sullivan whispered.
"What Sullivan?" I whispered back at him.
"Uh, I'm kinda sorry you're upset with me - didn't mean for that to happen. It’s just that I’ve seen your pictures and read your stories online… and… and… I thought you might enjoy me playing with you and feeling your amazing big pussy lips.”
“OMG”, was all I could get out but I was also so turned on.
I used my right hand to reach between my thighs and touch my cunt lips - they were already awash with my juices and my clit was puffed up and ready for attention. I let my fingertips trail across it and moaned, very quietly (or so I thought at the time!).
Then I felt Sullivan's cock jerk against the outside of my left leg. He could see I was rubbing myself. He let his left hand slide down my belly to my groin, gliding its way down to my labia. I must have felt like I was burning up, for he gasped aloud as his fingers met my hot clit and swept past into my even hotter, wetter vagina.
“Fuck Ms. Jen, your big cunt lips feel better than I ever imagined!”
At this point, I think we both knew there was no going back - we were in this 'til the end, wherever that may lead us this evening. For my part I rolled over and grinded back into his hard cock, I shimmied my butt some more, causing him to whimper slightly - the overall sensation must have had him pretty close to cumming, so early, too. I knew I was extremely turned on, but I didn't think Sullivan had the knowledge or experience to get me off too quickly, if that was even his intent. Men are funny like that - some want to get themselves off, but some only want to get you off. The latter can make very good lovers!
I moaned quietly as Sullivan's fingers explored my pussy as he reached around and then with my leg up let him fully explore the large folds of my labia. I wriggled my butt just far enough up the bed such that his cock sprang out between my thighs, just below my cunt. It didn't feel particularly thick, but it was of a good length and definitely quite rigid. Kind of hard to tell really, with only the sensation of my thighs as a form of measurement. In fact, deciding I needed a little more information, I slid my hand down and sought the tip with my fingers.
Hmmmmmmm. Uncircumsized - I surmised. I stretched my hand lower, around the length of his shaft. Now it was Sullivan's turn to moan, perhaps a little more loudly than ideal, given my son was sleeping a few feet away. His cock wasn't very thick at all, except near the base. No matter to me - I needed it inside me. And soon!
I used my left hand to guide the tip of his cock to the entrance of my vagina. Then I moved my hand back up so my fingers could caress my clit as I pushed down on his teenaged cock. The motion was fluid and short as I engulfed him with my wet, hot vagina.
"Gaaaaawwwdddd!" he uttered, in a strangulated sort of way, as he went balls-deep into me.
Completely forgetting my son was in the other bed, I started humping back on Sullivan's cock, while pressing my forefinger against my engorged clit at the same time. That felt so good. I cooed rhythmically as I see-sawed back and forth on his teenaged meat. This was nice, really nice.
"Sullivan, sweetie - we can't finish like this - I'm so sorry - I can't risk getting pregnant". There. I said it. Sullivan, however, appeared oblivious to my announcement, still rocking away in my front passage. So I moved my hips and pelvis forward a little, causing him to pull out with a wet plop. He whimpered a little, trying to push it back in (and to be honest, I wanted it back in, too!), but I kept my cunt just out of his reach. But I was so close to cumming! And I needed my orgasm so badly and I needed to clamp down on something, squeeze something inside of me, as I came.
Feeling naughtier than I ever recall feeling in my life, I wiggled my butt a little to align the tip of Sullivan's cock with my butt-hole. I was still loose enough from the drinking to be able to relax my sphincter back there just enough for Sullivan to widen it with the head of his cock as I frantically stroked my now-tender clit.
God, that felt good! I bore down on him a little more as he started to rock "don't push, sweetie - let me do all the moving, please" I requested. It felt so tight back there and oh so naughty. To be honest, I don't know if I was getting off more on the sensation or the thought of what we were doing. Sullivan, his cock penetrating his friend's mom's butt - with my son in the same room!
This wasn't as easy-going as I had expected, though. It didn't exactly hurt, but he wasn't going in easy. I moved my pelvis forward and rolled onto my elbows and knees. He popped out, but quickly got the idea. Sullivan re-positioned himself on his knees behind my upturned butt and I guided him once more into my extremely slippery cunt-hole. A couple strokes (very nice ones!) and his cock was as lubricated as it would ever get. I re-aligned him at my rear exit and pushed back against his rod. The head slipped in much more easily this time and I pushed back some more, resting on my left elbow and forearm as the fingers of my right hand danced around my engorged labia and clit.
I pushed back some more, feeling Sullivan's cock slide into my rectum, inch by inch. Once the head was fully past my sphincter, the rest was much easier going in this position. The feeling of just being so full was incredible. His cock felt like it was three times the size it had been in my vagina.
He started to rock a little and I stopped him. No in-and-out moving. My back passage was way too sensitive for that. Just hold it in there and I'd do the moving. I didn't know how much longer I could hold off from cumming - I was so close to there as my fingers flew across my throbbing, pulsing clit. I slipped a couple fingers into my vagina - I was so incredibly wet AND I could feel his cock through the joining membranes. That put me over the edge!
I don't know what kind of noises I made. I know I tried to stay quiet, but I'm almost sure I wasn't 100% successful. My muscles all seemed to clench in waves, starting with my pelvis where my rectum gripped down hard on poor Sullivan's cock. That was the trigger for him, too - I know he grunted and made a funny, high-pitched squealing sound as he released his white-hot load into my bowels - which in turn caused ME to have a second orgasm on top of the first one which was still coursing through my poor body!
When the two waves met, it was like an intense kind of cramping. When they separated, it was a kind of indescribable ecstasy - a relief that made the discomfort before and after eminently tolerable. I truly can't find adequate words to convey the mixture of lovely sensations coursing through my body. And poor Sullivan back there, his cock trapped inside my back passage until I could relax my muscles enough to let him go.
"Ms Jen?" he asked, after a couple minutes had passed. "Huh?" I responded, trying to gather myself back to a modicum of coherency.
My fuzzy mind took a few more seconds to register he was still firmly entombed in my back passage. My orgasms had left me REALLY tight back there and I had to push, almost as if I was *******, to release him.
I slumped forward onto my belly and chest as Sullivan backed away and returned to his own bed. My son appeared to have slept through it all, much to my relief. Now I have to wonder if Sullivan is going to tell any of his friends (or worse, team-mates!) about our little adventures - I sure hope not. And if word gets around the soccer team that Ms. Jen is an "easy lay" and "takes it in the ass", that does not bode well for my future as a soccer mom.
I’ll keep you posted.
Yours, jen
I’m a bit ashamed but also eager to share with you a story of a trip I took this past weekend to Barstow, a small city in the Mojave Desert of Southern California, a few hours from Las Vegas. I had taken my older son down there for a soccer tournament, along with some of his teammates in my Chrysler Pacifica Minivan. The rest of the traveling team was with other Moms and coaches.
Being a single mom and having to work as a Uber Driver, among other things, AND with a couple teenage sons who are reasonably talented soccer players can be a bit of a juggling act at times. This time of year is one of the worst, as I need to work to pay the rest but also the traveling soccer schedule is busy and there is always a weekend tournament happening that not all of them are close to home.
This past weekend we had a tournament in Barstow but didn’t need to leave until Friday afternoon as we were going to caravan with others down there. My son’s friend and teammate Sullivan came straight over after school as we planned to give him a ride. He and my son played XBox while I caught up on the computer, sitting there in shorts and t-shirt. Around 4pm or so, I decided I may as well take my shower, dress and pack for the weekend. I have a small bathroom attached to my bedroom. Just as I turned off the water, I swear I heard the bedroom door click. "Weird", I thought to myself. "Maybe it's just the dog?"
I toweled myself dry and noticed our dog Edge - that must have been it, I decided. Then I went to pick up the shorts, t-shirt, sports bra and panties I'd been wearing, to put them in the laundry hamper and stopped dead in puzzlement - my pale yellow panties were NOT on top of the pile, yet I knew I'd taken them off last.
I called the dog over and he sniffed the pile of discarded clothing "Did you take my panties, boy?" He has a tendency to do that. Edge just grinned at me with that goofy "I'll do anything for you, if only I understood you" expression on his face. I checked over the other side of the bed, wondering if perhaps he'd dragged them around the room a bit - no sign of them.
It wouldn't have been the first time I'd caught him with a wad of worn panties in his mouth, but there were only so many places he'd ever take them. Not a sign. Oh well, on with the dressing and packing - they'd show up sooner or later. In my relative naivety, I never imagined one of the kids might have taken them...
By the way, I say "kids" - my older son is seventeen and Sullivan, his friend and teammate just turned eighteen last weekend, so maybe "young men" is a better term.
Our drive to Barstow was uneventful. We picked up three other players around the UNLV area of town we live in before the few hour drive and listening to the most insane and foul mouthed rap all along the way. We checked in at the Best Western Desert Villa Inn for two nights in Barstow. My son, Sullivan and I would be sharing one room (two beds, of course). The kids crashed almost right away and I read a book off my phone until I was relaxed enough to fall asleep. I’ll admit I also masturbated myself to some pictures and chat I had with some Fetlife, AFF and Reddit friends. That is one of my nightly routines.
I thought I slept pretty well on Friday night, but I did have the strangest dream. At least, I thought it was a dream at the time, but in retrospect it was likely at least partly for real. I imagined someone lifting the covers from behind me (I tend to sleep on whatever side faces the bathroom and in this case it was my right side) and snuggling against me. This was not at all unpleasant and didn't seem to bother me in the least. I felt breath in my hair (I have long, blonde hair, down to just past my shoulders), gently stirring the back of my neck. As I said, not an unpleasant dream at all.
A light brushing of my upper arm made me shiver a tiny bit, then I felt the weight of somebody else's forearm on my bicep. Ahhh, I was dreaming of my late husband and he wanted to snuggle, so nice... it's been way too long...
The sensation of fingers very slowly and gently caressing my left boob through the t-shirt I wore to sleep. So tired, but yet my thick mommy nipple didn't seem to hesitate to stand to attention. Fingers stroking along the top and bottom of my nipple, almost rolling it between them. Not at all an unpleasant sensation, but I was soooo tired "Yes, honey", I murmured in my sleep "I'm sooo tired - can we wait a while?"
The fingers withdrew and I slumbered deeper.
Saturday morning came around way too early. We had to be up and out by 5:30am for the 7am game. None of us showered, as the boys could shower after the game and I really didn't need one. As I stood in the bathroom brushing my hair, I remembered the previous night's dream and when I took off my panties to change them, was mortified to feel how wet they still were from that dream! I balled them up and tucked them into the bottom of the laundry bag before rousing the boys and calling them to action. Both boys seemed to take forever in the bathroom (individually) - I had no clue until much later what at least one of them had been up to in there.
We went to the game, had a good time and a great game, with a 4-0 thrashing of the other team where Sullivan scored 3 times, amazing. After lunch at Peggy Sue’s 50’s Diner, a nostalgic American diner with a fun atmosphere the team played ok in the evening, but not quite as well as the morning game. Still Sullivan scored twice in a losing effort.
We had a late dinner at Oggi’s Sports Bar and Pizza (highly recommend if ever in Barstow) with several of the other players and parents, then the kids went up to their rooms while some of the parents (myself included) had a few drinks in the Best Western bar. By midnight, I'd had a lot of Tito’s and tonics and glasses of wine so I decide call it a night.
As I opened my room door, I heard a frantic, fumbling noise from inside the bathroom. Sounded like someone was rustling through a plastic bag. I heard the bathroom door click shut as I pushed the main door fully open. My son was fast asleep. So it must be Sullivan in the bathroom. Sure enough, he emerged after a couple minutes, mumbled goodnight and slipped into bed. I had to pee, so it was my turn for the bathroom and I was going to change into my sleep clothes there anyway.
As I was sitting on the toilet, I noticed my laundry bag was most definitely NOT where I'd left it earlier in the day. I finished, blotted, flushed and bent over to investigate - someone had obviously been going through the contents. I dug a little and my fingers came in contact with something wet.
I cringed as I slowly withdrew the panties I'd worn the previous day. They were no longer balled-up, but were randomly crumpled, with a sticky mess on one side. I didn't want to believe what that mess was, but suddenly my head spun as everything clicked.
Sullivan, my son's team-mate, had a thing about my panties. He'd been jerking off into them and probably doing goodness knows what else with them. Wow!
I smile thinking to myself, the little perv - and he was barely eighteen! On the other hand, I could hardly approach him and tell him to refrain from masturbating into my panties, could I? I'd die of embarrassment! Same for asking his father - he'd probably interpret it as a come-on line! Oh what to do, other than ignore it and know this night would be his last chance to mess with my underwear! He must have taken the yellow pair while I was showering, too! He may even have watched me shower! I’ll admit I was a bit flattered.
Then it struck me - was that Sullivan who had snuck into my bed last night, too? No, surely it couldn't have been. That WAS a dream, right? Now I didn't know fact from fiction - I was a mess. I suddenly realized I'd been standing under the hot water for ages, got out and put on my sleep clothes. From all the vodka I must have fallen asleep (or passed out!) pretty quickly, for I woke muzzily as I felt the bed behind me dip, as if with the weight of a body. The clock read 1:55am - I couldn't have been asleep for long. Again, the warmth of a body against my back. This was clearly no dream this time. For better or worse, the amount of alcohol I had consumed dampened my reactions and I didn't noticeably tense at the touch of the stranger's hand on my arm.
In my slightly inebriated state, I wondered how far he would risk going, how much of my body he would explore without my consent? I have to admit, the sensation was quite enjoyable and I did find myself wondering about the feelings building between my thighs. Gulp. I felt his crotch push against my ample butt cheeks. He definitely had something to offer.
His left hand made its way inside my bed shirt with fingertips stroking and lightly squeezing the flesh of my left boob. My big nipples were already quite excited as I tried to keep my breathing steady and sleep-like. I tried so hard to feign a continued, drunken sleep as this eighteen year old friend of my son caressed my boob, my nipple and then progressed down to my belly.
How far should I let him go? I knew I was letting my inhibitions down because I was pretty drunk, but I was also by now thoroughly enjoying his gentle, covert ministrations. Was I so wrong to find it enjoyable?
His hand slipped lower, edging inside the waistband of my panties. No! This had already gone too far. I rolled away from him and whispered, ferociously but so as not to wake my son "No! Stop what you're doing! This isn't right! I didn't invite you into my bed and you are NOT going to take advantage of me having had a few drinks tonight!" I was quite pleased with myself for getting all that out without slurring much or waking my son!
Sullivan's reaction was to freeze. He withdrew his hand from the spot on the bed where I'd been and layed there.
"Uh - Ms Jen?" Sullivan whispered.
"What Sullivan?" I whispered back at him.
"Uh, I'm kinda sorry you're upset with me - didn't mean for that to happen. It’s just that I’ve seen your pictures and read your stories online… and… and… I thought you might enjoy me playing with you and feeling your amazing big pussy lips.”
“OMG”, was all I could get out but I was also so turned on.
I used my right hand to reach between my thighs and touch my cunt lips - they were already awash with my juices and my clit was puffed up and ready for attention. I let my fingertips trail across it and moaned, very quietly (or so I thought at the time!).
Then I felt Sullivan's cock jerk against the outside of my left leg. He could see I was rubbing myself. He let his left hand slide down my belly to my groin, gliding its way down to my labia. I must have felt like I was burning up, for he gasped aloud as his fingers met my hot clit and swept past into my even hotter, wetter vagina.
“Fuck Ms. Jen, your big cunt lips feel better than I ever imagined!”
At this point, I think we both knew there was no going back - we were in this 'til the end, wherever that may lead us this evening. For my part I rolled over and grinded back into his hard cock, I shimmied my butt some more, causing him to whimper slightly - the overall sensation must have had him pretty close to cumming, so early, too. I knew I was extremely turned on, but I didn't think Sullivan had the knowledge or experience to get me off too quickly, if that was even his intent. Men are funny like that - some want to get themselves off, but some only want to get you off. The latter can make very good lovers!
I moaned quietly as Sullivan's fingers explored my pussy as he reached around and then with my leg up let him fully explore the large folds of my labia. I wriggled my butt just far enough up the bed such that his cock sprang out between my thighs, just below my cunt. It didn't feel particularly thick, but it was of a good length and definitely quite rigid. Kind of hard to tell really, with only the sensation of my thighs as a form of measurement. In fact, deciding I needed a little more information, I slid my hand down and sought the tip with my fingers.
Hmmmmmmm. Uncircumsized - I surmised. I stretched my hand lower, around the length of his shaft. Now it was Sullivan's turn to moan, perhaps a little more loudly than ideal, given my son was sleeping a few feet away. His cock wasn't very thick at all, except near the base. No matter to me - I needed it inside me. And soon!
I used my left hand to guide the tip of his cock to the entrance of my vagina. Then I moved my hand back up so my fingers could caress my clit as I pushed down on his teenaged cock. The motion was fluid and short as I engulfed him with my wet, hot vagina.
"Gaaaaawwwdddd!" he uttered, in a strangulated sort of way, as he went balls-deep into me.
Completely forgetting my son was in the other bed, I started humping back on Sullivan's cock, while pressing my forefinger against my engorged clit at the same time. That felt so good. I cooed rhythmically as I see-sawed back and forth on his teenaged meat. This was nice, really nice.
"Sullivan, sweetie - we can't finish like this - I'm so sorry - I can't risk getting pregnant". There. I said it. Sullivan, however, appeared oblivious to my announcement, still rocking away in my front passage. So I moved my hips and pelvis forward a little, causing him to pull out with a wet plop. He whimpered a little, trying to push it back in (and to be honest, I wanted it back in, too!), but I kept my cunt just out of his reach. But I was so close to cumming! And I needed my orgasm so badly and I needed to clamp down on something, squeeze something inside of me, as I came.
Feeling naughtier than I ever recall feeling in my life, I wiggled my butt a little to align the tip of Sullivan's cock with my butt-hole. I was still loose enough from the drinking to be able to relax my sphincter back there just enough for Sullivan to widen it with the head of his cock as I frantically stroked my now-tender clit.
God, that felt good! I bore down on him a little more as he started to rock "don't push, sweetie - let me do all the moving, please" I requested. It felt so tight back there and oh so naughty. To be honest, I don't know if I was getting off more on the sensation or the thought of what we were doing. Sullivan, his cock penetrating his friend's mom's butt - with my son in the same room!
This wasn't as easy-going as I had expected, though. It didn't exactly hurt, but he wasn't going in easy. I moved my pelvis forward and rolled onto my elbows and knees. He popped out, but quickly got the idea. Sullivan re-positioned himself on his knees behind my upturned butt and I guided him once more into my extremely slippery cunt-hole. A couple strokes (very nice ones!) and his cock was as lubricated as it would ever get. I re-aligned him at my rear exit and pushed back against his rod. The head slipped in much more easily this time and I pushed back some more, resting on my left elbow and forearm as the fingers of my right hand danced around my engorged labia and clit.
I pushed back some more, feeling Sullivan's cock slide into my rectum, inch by inch. Once the head was fully past my sphincter, the rest was much easier going in this position. The feeling of just being so full was incredible. His cock felt like it was three times the size it had been in my vagina.
He started to rock a little and I stopped him. No in-and-out moving. My back passage was way too sensitive for that. Just hold it in there and I'd do the moving. I didn't know how much longer I could hold off from cumming - I was so close to there as my fingers flew across my throbbing, pulsing clit. I slipped a couple fingers into my vagina - I was so incredibly wet AND I could feel his cock through the joining membranes. That put me over the edge!
I don't know what kind of noises I made. I know I tried to stay quiet, but I'm almost sure I wasn't 100% successful. My muscles all seemed to clench in waves, starting with my pelvis where my rectum gripped down hard on poor Sullivan's cock. That was the trigger for him, too - I know he grunted and made a funny, high-pitched squealing sound as he released his white-hot load into my bowels - which in turn caused ME to have a second orgasm on top of the first one which was still coursing through my poor body!
When the two waves met, it was like an intense kind of cramping. When they separated, it was a kind of indescribable ecstasy - a relief that made the discomfort before and after eminently tolerable. I truly can't find adequate words to convey the mixture of lovely sensations coursing through my body. And poor Sullivan back there, his cock trapped inside my back passage until I could relax my muscles enough to let him go.
"Ms Jen?" he asked, after a couple minutes had passed. "Huh?" I responded, trying to gather myself back to a modicum of coherency.
My fuzzy mind took a few more seconds to register he was still firmly entombed in my back passage. My orgasms had left me REALLY tight back there and I had to push, almost as if I was *******, to release him.
I slumped forward onto my belly and chest as Sullivan backed away and returned to his own bed. My son appeared to have slept through it all, much to my relief. Now I have to wonder if Sullivan is going to tell any of his friends (or worse, team-mates!) about our little adventures - I sure hope not. And if word gets around the soccer team that Ms. Jen is an "easy lay" and "takes it in the ass", that does not bode well for my future as a soccer mom.
I’ll keep you posted.
Yours, jen
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