Mom Makes The Team

Nancy Masters was tired. She was tired of being someone\'s mom. Tired of being someone\'s wife. Tired of being the proper little homemaker always doing for others. Putting on dinner parties for her husband\'s clients. Setting up parties for her 18 year old son and his friends, then getting out of the way. Helping the PTA. Running errands. Always for someone else.

She use to have a life. At one time she was a nurse. She had her own friends and colleagues. She was suppose to go back to work after her son, Kevin began school. That was over 13 years ago. \'When does Nancy get hers?\' Her brain asked as she watched the TV and angrily kicked her leg back.

\And 7, and 8, and 9, and 10. And relax.\ The TV ordered.

Nancy was almost at the end of her workout video. Another thing she did for someone else. She had to keep in shape, for the dresses, to wear to the parties, so husband can sign clients, to keep the bills paid. She wondered what would happen if she just let herself go, like so many of the other wives with their saggy titties and their fat asses? She checked herself while she waited for the next routine. She did look good in her workout leotard.

At 38, she still had a tight little body. 5\'7\ and a 110 pounds. Jet black, shoulder length hair, green eyes and full pouty lips. Her chest wasn\'t too big. A nice pair of 34b titties. Not as firm as they once were, but in a cocktail dress, tight t-shirt or bathing suit, they still turned heads. Her ass was so firm and trim you could bounce a quarter off it. It was so compact, her husband could almost cover it with one hand. She was sitting back on her heels and she adjusted slightly to keep her heels from sticking to the part of her ass cheeks the outfit didn\'t cover.

The next set started and she got in position. She was on her hands and knees, with her knees wider than her hips. \'A great crotch shot for anyone behind you, girl.\' Her brain said. Nancy\'s brain had been talking to her quite a lot in the past few days.

She felt the leotard creep between her cheeks. She lowered her chin to the floor and back up. Then lowered her crotch to the floor and back up. Girlie push-ups she called them. She smiled thinking how sexual this exercise was. If there was a dick in front of her and one in back, she could do them both with this exercise. Like a see-saw. \'If your husband\'s clients could see you like this, there\'d be no more need for the dull parties. They could just pull that material to one side and slide a cock right up there.\' Her brain told her. Nancy was getting turned on by the thought of getting some strange cock

Bob was coming down the stairs when he heard the TV. \Okay, ladies. Last set and let\'s make it burn.\ Some fag said. Bob\'s heart started beating faster, Kevin\'s mom might be doing her exercises. He had been jerking off to fantasies about Nancy Masters since he was old enough to get a boner.

A couple times at pool parties and barb-b-ques he had peeked down her bathing suit top and almost got to see nipple. Once he got a peek up the leg of her shorts and saw the shadow of her pubic hair. He jerked off that night thinking of that dark area in her pink panties. Maybe he could get another peek. He snuck his head around the wall and looked in the livingroom. He caught his breath and his pecker got instantly hard at the sight.

Kevin\'s mom was facing the TV with her ass pointed at Bob. She bent forward, lifting her ass and then sat back pressing her pussy to the floor. She did this a couple times then wiggled her ass. She rolled on her back and lifted her hips. Kevin stared as she put her hands under her ass and bounced her pussy in a fucking motion. She pulled her knees to her chest and spread her legs to each side as wide as she could. Bob could see her little outfit sliding into her ass crack. He saw her hair and one cunt lip peeking out.

\Oh fuck.\ Bob moaned. He squeezed his cock through his pants. He watched as she did a pedaling motion. Pulling one leg up and putting the other straight out. This pulled the thin strip of material at her crotch even further up her ass. Bob could see her whole ass and that one pussy lip. He grabbed his dick and ran to the bathroom.

Nancy pedaled a couple more times and squinted at the stairs. He was gone. She relaxed and lowered her legs to the floor. She pulled her leotard out of her crotch and ass. She was panting and it wasn\'t from the exercises. Her pussy was hot. She had seen Bob\'s reflection in the cabinet glass. He was there visiting her son. At first she was embarrassed and thought to stop and cover up. But as she did her moves with him watching, she got excited. Her son\'s friend, who was barely 18, was turning her on.

Nancy Masters knew it was wrong but she wanted him to see her. She wanted him to desire her. She forgot the video and did her own workout. She laid on her back and pushed her hips up. Offering them to the teenage boy. She fucked the air for him. She stretched and pushed and pulled to be as sexy as she could. Now he was gone.

Bob was sitting on the toilet with his erection in his hand. His eyes were closed and he was picturing Nancy Masters kneeling on the floor, without her leotard, waiting for him to fuck her hairy little pussy mound from behind. His fist was pounding his pecker and his breathing was labored. There were sweat drops at his temples. Suddenly his heart stopped.

\Bobby? BOBBY WELLS! What are you doing?\ He was concentrating so hard on what he was doing, he didn\'t hear her open the door. His eyes flew open. Mrs Masters was standing in the doorway staring at him. In his haste, he forgot to lock it. She saw him. She saw him pulling his pecker. Bob panicked, worried that she could read his thoughts and find out it was her he was jerking over. In his panic, his first response was to stand up. For 5 seconds he stood with his arms at his side, his pants around his ankles and his boner pointing at his friend\'s mother.

Nancy gasped when she saw the size of the equipment the boy was working with. She thought he had gone back upstairs to her son\'s room. She didn\'t know he was in the bathroom. When she opened the door, she was stunned to see him there. At first she thought he was taking a dump and was embarrassed she had walked in on him. Then she saw his hand moving. \'Oh my god. He\'s jerking off.\' He was sitting on her toilet sliding his fist over his stiff cock. She stared, dumbfounded for a few seconds. She knew her son and his friends were of the age where boys did that, but she never expected to see it. And what a spectacular sight it was.

Bob was of a slighter build than the other boys on the football team, however it seemed God felt sorry about that and put the rest of the building material into the boy\'s member. In the few seconds that Nancy watched, she saw a good five inches of boy cock sticking out from his closed fist when it was at the base. A quick calculation told her that if his fist was three inches and five were still showing, that meant his dick was . \'Holy shit, This boy had a dick bigger than your husband.\' Her brain commented.

They were frozen in shock. Bob at getting caught and Nancy at the size of his cock. Bob was the first to move. He covered his still stiff dick with one hand, as best he could, while trying to pull up his pants and underwear with the other. He tugged one side, then the other. His clothes were fighting him all the way. \I\'m so sorry. Mrs. Masters.\ He sobbed. \I\'m so sorry. I didn\'t . I wasn\'t . I can\'t get my pants up\ He cried in desperation. He plopped back on the seat and sobbed with his face in his hands.

Nancy felt so bad for him. He was so embarrassed. So upset. She had know him since he was 6 years old. Her maternal instincts kicked in. She closed the door behind her. She locked it. \'Why did you do that?\' A fleeting thought asked. She went to him and sat on the edge of the tub across from the crying boy. She stroked the top of his head and pulled his sobbing face to her bosom. \Shhh. Shhhh. It\'s okay. Bobby, it\'s okay.\

The boy stopped sobbing but still had the end of crying heaves. The kind where you try to get your breathing under control so you don\'t cry again. Nancy felt his face move against her breast. His face moved up and down. It felt good. Nancy had come into the bathroom to do the same thing Bob was doing. She was turned on over teasing him and she needed to play with herself. She could feel his hot breath through her top. She was getting that warm feeling between her legs. She peeked around his shoulder. His dick was still hard and more impressive up close. Suddenly Nancy jumped. Did he just bite her nipple?

The housewife pushed the boy\'s face away. His eyes were red and swollen. He had the shiffles and there was fluid dripping from his nose. She pulled a tissue from the box on the toilet tank. To do this she had to push her chest against his face again and reach behind him. She felt her nipple go in his mouth and felt his lips pressing on it. She grabbed a tissue and settled back to where she was. Nancy looked at het tit. She wasn\'t wearing a bra, just the thin exercise outfit. There was a definite wet ring around her now erect nipple. \'The horny little fucker\', she thought. In spite of everything, he still had the guts to suck her nipple when she wasn\'t looking. She smiled to herself. Mrs. Masters lifted his chin. She leaned forward and held Bob\'s face in her hands.

Bob was scared. What was she going to do? He couldn\'t believe what he just did. She had his face pushed into her boob and he felt her nipple against his lip. He closed his mouth on it and sucked it through the material. His cock jumped. \I\'m so sorry.\ He blubbered, still a little sniffly. He snorted to keep his nose from running again. Nancy thought how handsome he was going to be. She wiped his face again and stared into his eyes. She shivered. It was wrong, so wrong. Everything she knew. Everything she believed in. Everything she was, told her not to do it.

\That\'s okay Bobby, or should I call you Bob now that you are grown up? I may be an old lady but I still know about the things boys do. I was a teenager myself once.\ She said with a final wipe of his eyes and nose. This part was going to be tricky. She didn\'t want to scare him. Nancy couldn\'t believe what she was about to do. There had been a fire in her groin that needed to be quenched before and now it was burning even hotter. She felt her nipples get stiff.

\I know what you were doing.\ She said softly.

\Y-you d - do.\ He said, trying not to cry again.

\Yes, I do. There\'s nothing to be ashamed of. Of course most people lock the door. It\'s a natural part of life. As a nurse, I have seen it many times. My husband does it. Everyone does it.\ She smiled at him while her brain sceamed. \'For Christ\'s sake Nancy. He\'s your son\'s friend.\' Somehow that made it even more exciting.

\Everybody?\

\Yes.\

\Do you?\ Bob had just asked his friend\'s sexy mom if she played with herself.

\'Now what?\' She thought. \'How far are you going to take this?\'

\I don\'t think that\'s the point .\

\But you said everybody did it.\

\Yes. There have been times when I do it.\ Nancy blushed at what she just admitted to her son\'s friend. She was getting hornier talking to him. \The point is. Being a nurse, I know that if you stop in the middle you might cause yourself an injury.\ There was fear and panic in the boy\'s eyes.

\Wh-what kind of injury?\ He asked.

\There are several different kinds.\ She continued. \So I think, for your safety, you should finish.\

Holy crap. Mrs. Masters just told him that she plays with herself sometimes and now he wants him to finish jerking off. Bob\'s head was spinning. Why wasn\'t she leaving? Did she want him to do it with her there? No way. Nancy released the boy\'s face and sat up. She just sat there. Bob stared at her, his eyes wide. He saw her nipple bumps poking against the top of her outfit. She wasn\'t wearing a bra. His cock twitched.

\I think I should stay here to make sure you don\'t have any problems or haven\'t already done any damage.\ She said. Her crotch was getting damp. \It\'s okay. I\'m a nurse.\

\I - I - I don\'t think I can w-with you here.\ He stammered.

\I understand. You don\'t want an old lady like me around cause I\'m not sexy.\

\No.\ He said, shaking his head. \I think you\'re sexy. It\'s just . I\'ve never . with anyone . else.\ He lowered his head.

\'Oh God that was so sweet. He thought she was sexy. He was worried about embarrassing her. She could just eat him up, he was so cute and shy.\' Nancy lifted his face again. \Let me help.\ She reached into his lap. She could feel it\'s heat before she touched it. Her fingertips found their target and the housewife\'s finger circled his boy meat.

\Ohhhh. Mrs. Masters.\ Bob groaned.

Mrs. Masters was touching his dick. He was just jerking over her and now she was touching him. Holy shit. She was jerking him. He groaned again. Her hand pumped his cock. She leaned forward and kissed him. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. He moaned against her lips. Nancy squeezed him. She was amazed by how thick and long it was.

\'I wonder how would a dick that size feel in your snatch?\' Her brain asked. She felt his tongue invade her mouth and she sucked on it. Her hand moved faster. She felt him reach up and cup her tit. Now, it was her turn to moan.

Bob kissed her and fondled her tit. This was a dream. It had to be. He heard a zipper and felt her top move. His fingers came in contact with her naked flesh. Oh crap, he was touching her naked tit. Mrs Masters had opened her top so he could touch her. He wanted to look at it but he didn\'t want to stop kissing her. He felt her rubbery nipple and pulled it. Mrs. Masters groaned in his mouth. Her hand moved faster. She was so good at it.

\Ohhh Mrs. Masters. Ohhh. Ohhh.\ Bob moaned.

Nancy stopped kissing him and looked at his crotch. His dick head swelled as she angled it slightly toward her. She knew he was close. She didn\'t want him cumming on his own clothes and have to explain to her son why. She felt his cock throb. She pressed two fingers against her pussy.

\That\'s it. Cum for me sweetie.\ She cooed.

\Oohhhhh. I\'m cumming.\

Bob heard her telling him to cum and he cried out as he spurted his load. He closed his eyes as his climax overtook him. The first shot hit the side of the tub. The second hit her leg. Nancy saw it and shuddered with her own orgasm. Her body trembled as she kept stroking the boy. His hips lifted slightly and two more blasts erupted. Nancy wiped the spot on her leg and touched her fingers to her lips. It was salty and sweet at the same time. She checked his face to make sure he didn\'t see her. His face was twisted with his own pleasure. She kept pulling him as the cum dribbled down her fingers and finally stopped. She released his fading erection.

Nancy stood up and grabbed a wash cloth. She went to him and wiped his pecker clean. \There doesn\'t seem to be any problems.\ She said in her best nurse voice.

Bob looked at her while she bent over to wipe him off. Her zipper was part way down and one tit was showing. It was more cone shaped than round. It was white with some tan lines around it. Her dark nipple was sticking out and there was a dark circle around it. The areola it was called. He saw the lines and crevasses in her erect nipple. It was kinda square on the end. Oh Christ, it looked so sexy. He looked lower and saw the crotch of her leotard had pulled tight against her snatch. He could see the bulge of her pussy lips and a few stray hairs peeking out either side.

Nancy finished cleaning him. She would use the cloth later when she played with her soaking wet pussy. She saw him staring at her bare tit. Oh shit, she forgot about that. She pulled her top over and zipped up. \I think you should go now.\ She said.

Bob pulled up his pants. He stood on shaky legs and went to the door. He tried to open it but it was locked. He flipped the lock (how did it get locked?) and turned the knob. As he opened the door Mrs Masters said. \Don\'t tell anyone.\ It sounded more like pleading than an order. Bob shook his head no. He closed the door behind him leaving the woman alone. His body was still shaking as he went outside.

Nancy Masters stared at the closed door. She started to sob. What had she done? How sick was she? She buried her face in her hands. The smell of cum wafted to her from the washcloth. \Oh Goddd.\ She groaned. She jumped up and locked the door. Her fingers slipped inside the leg of her leotard as she lowered herself to the floor. She diddled her pussy while her other hand unzipped the top and squeezed her breast. She frantically fingered her pussy while she took in the scent of boy cum from the cloth over her face. Her hips flailed as she came for the second time. She knew it wouldn\'t be the last one today.

It was three days after the \'incident\' and Nancy Masters was still upset over what she had done. The knock at the back door surprised her. No one knocked on that door. She opened it and her heart skipped when she saw Bob standing there. He never knocks. He was looking at his feet.

\Ahh, Bob. Ahh, Kevin is not here.\ She said, stammering. Why was she so nervous? She had known this kid almost all his life. It was different now. She knew when he knocked it was different. Her nipples got hard.

\I - I know. I\'m suppose to meet him at the mine.\ He said, not looking at her face.

\You know I don\'t like you guys going there. It\'s dangerous.\ Nancy said. Her gaze traveled down his slender chest to his belt and then lower. She saw the bulge along his thigh. Her mouth went dry. She wondered why she had never noticed it\'s size before. Before the \'incident.\'

\I came to talk to you.\ Bob said.

\You haven\'t told anyone, have you.\ She asked, concerned.

He finally looked at her. He blushed. He looked quickly at her chest and saw her protruding nipples. He blushed deeper. He went back to staring at his feet again. \No. No I haven\'t but that\'s the problem.\

Nancy looked out the door to do a quick survey of the neighbors. She didn\'t see anyone. She ushered the boy into the kitchen. She checked the backyard again before closing the door. The boy had been in her house hundreds, no thousands of times, why did she feel like she was doing something wrong? Why did she feel guilty? She directed him to sit on the couch. \Tell me what you mean.\ She said, after they were both sitting.

Bob looked at her. She had such a pretty face. \I have been feeling pain sometimes down . there.\ He nodded toward his crotch. \If I told my mom, she would take me to the doctor and he\'ll ask when it started. You said not to tell, so . I was wondering if maybe.\ He had an expectant look.

\Yes.\ Nancy said, although she knew what was coming. She had jerked him off and he wanted her to do it again. He may be young but he was still a male. \'Absolutely not.\' Her brain screamed. \'Tell him it\'s normal and will stop on it\'s own in a couple days.\'

\. maybe you could take a look and make sure it\'s alright.\ He smiled weakly.

\'No. No. No. No. No. NO. Nancy NO!\' The housewife\'s brain screamed. \'Do not let him take that thing out of his pants. Do not.\'

\Maybe I should. I mean, just to be sure everything\'s okay. As a nurse.\ She said.

\'Dammit.\' Her brain cursed.

Nancy held his hand and guided him to stand in front of her. Her fingers were shaking as she fumbled with the button on his jeans and then the zipper. Little by little his boxers came into view as she pulled his jeans down. His youthful cock was semi hard and hung down his right leg. It pushed against the material hard enough for her to see the ridge where the head began. She ran her tongue over her dry lips. Her heart was racing. Her breathing heavy. She ran a hand up the outside of each thigh and grabbed the edge of the boxer legs. She quickly pulled downward until the waistband was at his knees. Bob\'s cock flipped up and slapped her in the cheek. It protruded, half hard from his crotch.

\'Oh God.\' Her brain cried. \'Not again.\'

The housewife stared at the teenage pecker. The head was almost the size of a plum and just as red. Her eyes traveled along the shaft to his pubic hair, then down to his ball sac. It was beautiful. The most glorious cock she had ever seen. Nancy wrapped her fingers around the shaft. It was hot. She heard him groan and looked up at him. She slowly pulled the flesh up to the head and back. He closed his eyes and his legs stiffened.

\Where does it hurt?\ Nancy asked, slowly jerking it. It was growing in her hand. It now pointed at her face. She could barely get her fingers all the way around. She watched as his sac moved with her motions. She smelled his musky oder and her panties got wet.

\It\'s hard to say.\ Bob answered. \Maybe if you looked closer?\

He put his young hand on the top of her head and gently pushed her closer. Nancy knew what he wanted. Even though he was inexperienced, he could read her desires. He knew she wanted the same thing.

\Yes. Closer.\ She groaned. She opened her mouth and took him in. She closed her lips around him and savored the taste. She moved her head back and forth.

\Ooohhh Mrs. Masters.\ Bob groaned.

His hips moved against her mouth, trying to get as much of himself in her as he could. He pushed deep and she willingly took it all. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair as she mummered around his dick. She slid back to the tip and licked the head. She nibbled along the shaft and caressed his balls. She rubbed the head around her face.

\Oh God. I love your cock. I love your cock.\ She mumbled.

Bob looked down at her as she lifted his pecker and sucked on his balls. First one then the other went into her sucking mouth. She stroked the shaft while she did this. Bob\'s cock was harder than it had ever been. She pulled back from him and looked up, with her face slick from saliva and pre cum.

\Fuck my face, Bobby. Fuck it deep.\ She begged.

Nancy engulfed his cock again and held his hips. She tried to get a rythym going as she pushed his hips back and then pulled him forward. She pulled him tight against her face to show him how deep she wanted him. She wanted his cock deeper in her throat than any man had been. It only took a couple tries until the boy got the idea. He put both hands on her head and pushed his cock against her face until he felt her nose in his groin, then he pulled out almost to the end, and then slammed back deep again.

He was going too fast for the horny housewife. She held his hips when he was all the way in. She held him to her for about 5 seconds, then released him. Bob got the idea. He pushed into her, held it then backed off when she started to gag. He could feel his pecker going down her throat. Nancy let go of his hips and fumbled with her pants. When she had them undone, she jammed her hand in her panties.

Bob looked down and saw her. \'She\'s fingering herself.\' He thought. That idea turned him on so much, he came. His body spasmed. \Ooooohhhhh gggggod. Mrssss. Mas-terssssss! Ung. Ung. Ung.\ He grunted as he held her head and felt his cock explode. Her throat milked the jiz out of him as she swallowed. The boy\'s hips twitched against the woman\'s face. She sucked his deflating pecker until it was soft in her mouth.

Bob back away, then turned and fell against the couch, his legs unable to hold him any longer. He watched the panting woman, lying back against the cushions, furiously moving her hand in her pants, trying to get herself off. Her zipper was down and the pants flaps open. Her hand was stuffed inside her yellow panties. The panties weren\'t see thru but he could make out the outline of her fingers. He could see a bit of her trimmed bush under her hand. He watched her fingers move inside her panties. He couldn\'t see what they were doing other than moving backing and forth. He was disappointed he couldn\'t see her pussy, or where and how she played with it.

Bob saw her chest heaving and her nipples begging for attention. He boldly reached over and squeezed her tit. \Sweet J-j-j-jesus. Pinch my nipple, Bobby. Please.\ She begged. He didn\'t know how hard she wanted so he gave her nipple a medium hard squeeze. She moaned. Encouraged, he tugged on it. \Yessss. Yesss. Yesss.,\ The woman chanted as her hips bounced on the couch. \Godddddddd.\ She groaned. The boy watched her body stiffen and jerk. She clenched her teeth and threw her head back. Her legs went straight out and the muscles on her neck strained as her orgasm washed through her. It lasted about 30 seconds and then she collasped.

Bob waited a few seconds until her breathing was back to normal before he spoke. He wanted so desperately to lift the waistband of her panties and peek at her pussy. \Are you okay? Did I hurt you?\

Nancy lazily opened her eyes, turned her head and said. \You have no idea how okay I am.\ She smiled a big smile at him. \You did great. I loved it.\ She gazed at him, sitting there in all his teenage sexiness. His pants were around his knees. His huge, half erect, mansized cock twitching. It was getting hard again as he looked at her. Nancy looked at herself. No wonder he was getting hard. She was sprawled out, legs spread, pants open and almost the entire front of her panties showing. She could even see the dark area of her pubes and the bulge where her cunt lips were. His cock twitched again and stiffened a little more.

\You have to go.\ She said. She was zipping up and standing at the same time. He didn\'t move. \Come on. Come on. You have to go, please.\ She urged, desperately, motioning with her fingers for him to get up. He just stared at her with his pants down and his cock naked and getting harder.

\Can I?\

\What?\ She was doing up the button. She looked at him. The goofy grin told her he wanted something more.

Bob looked at the sexy woman in front of him. The woman who had just sucked his cock and had diddled herself. He wasn\'t sure what words to use. He didn\'t want her getting mad at him. If she got mad, she might never do this again. And he really wanted to do this some more.

\Can I see your . cootchie?\

\What?\ Nancy couldn\'t believe he was just sitting there. What if her husband came home? Or, oh God, her son. She only half heard what he said.

\You know. Your .\ Bob pointed to her crotch.

\'Don\'t you do it Nancy.\' Her brain said. \'You know if you get that thing naked near that cock, you are going to want it in you.\

\Only if you pull up your pants and promise to leave after I show it to you.\ She said. She didn\'t want him to hide that magnificent cock but he had to leave. She knew if both their sex parts were naked at the same time, she would end up straddling him, stuffing it in her.

\Okay.\ Bob said cheerfully. He pulled his pants and underwear up, zipped up, buttoned up and sat forward with his hands on his knees and his eyes the size of silver dollars.

Nancy held her breath. She opened her jeans and pulled them and her panties halfway down her thighs. She felt the cooler air as her pussy was exposed. She saw the awe in his eyes and got wet. She was showing him his first pussy. Nancy was glad she had trimmed it earlier. She saw him reach to touch it.

\No. No.\ She pulled her clothes up. \I showed you, now you have to go.\ She grabbed his outstretched hand and pulled him off the couch. She dragged him to the door. It was a struggle to get him to leave. She now had her hands on his back, trying to push him out the door. She needed to do something. \Bobby, if you leave now, I will let you look at it again on Thursday after school, when Pete is at football.\

\Okay.\ He answered.

Nancy almost fell on her face as he moved on his own and threw her off balance. He closed the door behind him, telling her it was a date. \'A date!\' Her brain mocked. \'You have a date with an 18 year old to show him your cootchie. Maybe he\'ll get to touch it. Or lick it. Or fuck it.\'

\Shut up.\ Nancy said out loud. \I don\'t need your shit right now.\ She went to her bedroom to change her panties. She knew when she got there she was going to play with herself over the image of him looking at her cunt.

\Hey sweetie, everything alright?\ Nancy\'s husband asked, as he poured his morning coffee. He sat at the table and began rambling about his day, but Nancy didn\'t hear him. He stood and kissed the top of her head. \I just wanted you to know I\'m so lucky to have you. Not many guys I know have a loving wife who is still as beautiful as the day they met. I love you, Nancy.\ He put his hand on her shoulder.

\Uh huh.\ She answered, lost in her own thoughts. \Bye.\

Nancy\'s son was the next to intrude on her day. \Morning mom.\ He went to the cupboard and took out a couple pop tarts. \Don\'t forget, I\'m gonna be home late. I got football.\

\Huh? Oh yeah. I remember.\ She said, not looking at him.

\Okay. I\'m out.\ He said picking up his backpack. He stopped at the door. \Mom.\ He waited until she finally looked at him. \I love you.\ She smiled. \Don\'t do anything I wouldn\'t do.\ He shouted as he left.

His words rang in her ears. \. I wouldn\'t do.\

\'How about sucking Bobby\'s cock? Would you do that? Or inviting him over for a fuck party? Would you do that?\' Her brain said.

\'Fuck? Who said anything about fucking?\'

\'You know you\'re going to.\'

\'No I\'m not. He just wants to see my cootchie.\' She smiled at the word.

\'Of course. And you\'re not going to let him stick that wonderful pecker in there. You don\'t want to know how much that big dick would fill you up and stretch you out. Yeah, I believe that.\'

While the different sides of her brain argued with each other, Nancy found herself in her bedroom looking through her closet for a nightie. Not just any nightie, her sexiest one. The one that will make his jaw drop and make his body ache for her the way she aches for him. She laid it out on the bed, then went to the bathroom to trim the playing field, so to speak.

4:00 rolled around and Nancy Masters was as nervous as a cheerleader spreading her legs for the first time for the quarterback in the backseat of his car. She had put on her makeup. Did up her hair. Put on her nightie. Covered it with a robe. Now she was sitting on the couch, with her third scotch, tapping her foot, waiting for the teenager to arrive. She jumped and spilled her drink when the doorbell rang.

\What the fuck?\ She cursed, wiping off her robe.

Bob was standing at the door when she opened it. He was dressed real nice, smelled of aftershave and was holding a single rose. Nancy smiled. He thought they were having a date. How cute. \Get in here.\ She said, pulling him by the arm. She checked outside before closing and locking the door.

\This is for you.\ Bob said, handing her the rose when she turned.

\Aww. That\'s sweet.\ Nancy said. She tossed it on the couch and moved to the center of the room. She felt his eyes following her, like a lion on the prowl. Her fingers undid the sash on her robe. She shrugged her shoulders and let it fall around her feet. \How do I look?\ She asked as she did a slow turn for him.

\Holy fuck.\ Bob exclaimed. His eyes feasted on her. His cock got immediately hard. There was sweat on his upper lip. Mrs. Masters was going to fuck him.

\'Well, I guess he likes it.\'

Her brain said as she looked at the boy, still as a statue, except for the quickly expanding bulge in his pants. Nancy had picked out a stretch, white lace, nightie. It was like a lace bathing suit but it was so much more. The color contrasted with her tanned skin. Her perfect tits and trimmed pussy were on display. The lace was large enough so that her dark nipples poked out through the spaces. There was frilly trim along the edge that ran down and under her firm ass. She walked up to Bob. She pressed her body tight against his. She felt his dick throb against her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers.

Bob sucked greedily on her tongue. Man. she could kiss. His hands found her ass and squeezed as he pulled her closer. Her ass is tighter than most the girls at school, he thought. His cock pushed against her. He felt her arms pushing his shoulders down. He bent his knees as his face traveled down her neck. A nipple came by and she groaned as he sucked it. It was only a few seconds and she was pushing him lower. He kissed her flat belly. He held her hips as his face stopped even with her crotch.

The teenager could see every neatly trimmed hair on his friend\'s mom\'s bush. He could smell her fragrance and he saw her swollen pussy lips. There were tiny drops of moisture on them. He licked at her and tried to stick his tongue through one of the holes in the lace. Mrs. Masters put her hand on his head and pushed his face away about 6 inches. \There\'s snaps.\ She whispered.

\Mmmmm.\ She murmured when he reached between her legs.

Bob felt the heat from her snatch. His knuckle was pressed between her lips as he popped one side. He slid his hand over and she moaned as he popped the second snap. The elastic material pulled up to her waist. Bob stared at Mrs. Masters, naked from the waist down. He brushed the back of his fingers over her pubic hair. He felt her shudder. Her pussy lip were swollen and hung down a bit, ready for action. Bob slid his knuckle along her slit. Using his fingertips he parted her lips and inserted a finger into her.

\Wait. Bobby.\ Nancy begged. \We shouldn\'t. Oooohhhh Gggggod.\ Her caution was interrupted when he pushed two fingers in her as deep as he could. He jackhammered them in the married pussy. In seconds his hand was slick from her pussy juices.

\Do you want me to stop?\ He asked as he moved his face closer and flicked his tongue at her clit.

\NO don\'t stop. Please don\'t stop. I want more. Lick me Bobby. Lick my cunt.\ She moaned.

Bob pulled her pussy open and buried his tongue into Nancy\'s hot snatch. He licked her like a cat with a bowl of milk. Her hips trembled. She grabbed his hair and bucked her hips against his face. His tongue worked on her, alternating between licking her clit and poking into her hole. It was only minutes until her hips spasmed and she came.

\Ooohhh. Bob - byyyyy. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.\ She ground her crotch against his mouth. Bob licked at her until she had to finally push him away. \Enough. Oh. Stop.\

Bob looked up from between her legs. His face was sloppy. He smiled at her. \Turn around.\ He instructed as his hands turned her. He spread her legs and cupped her cunt. He stood up, with his hand still on her. He nibbled on her ear as he bent her slightly forward. Bob moved his hand and placed the tip of his cock at her opening. He pushed his hips up. He felt her pussy accept him into her warmth. \Oh Jesus, your cunt is tight. So fucking tight.\ He held her hips and slowly fucked her, sliding more and more of his cock in with each push.

Nancy was surprised at his proficiency at eating pussy, maybe her\'s wasn\'t his first. He turned her and pressed his front against her back. She felt him between her legs. The blunt head of his cock pushed against her labia. He was going to fuck her. Nancy groaned in frustration as his first attempt at penetration failed and his cock slid along her pussy. The boy repositioned himself and this time succeeded. Her cunt lips parted and welcomed the strange cock into the depths of her womanhood. She was stretched wider than she had ever been.

\Easy. Easy.\ Nancy cautioned, worried about his oversized pecker. \Holy shit, you have a big cock.\ She said as he filled her.

\It\'s only half way in. Let me know when you\'ve had enough.\ Bob bragged as he pushed deeper into his friend\'s mother.

\Oh my God.\ Nancy groaned as more cock entered her. She was a bit surprised by the boy\'s change in attitude. He no longer appeared the shy virgin. Did he trick her?

\'Gee you think? Who would\'ve thought an 18 year old boy would trick someone into sex?\' Her brain said. \'Who cares. This is great. It\'s the best fucking I\'ve ever gotten\' She answered herself.

\Ooooooo yesss.\ Nancy hissed at him. \Slam fuck me with that big beautiful cock. Ooof Ooof.\ The air was pushed out of her lungs as Bob picked up the pace and pounded her from behind.

Bob was so close. No woman had been able to take his whole cock without screaming. She was a hell of a fuck and cocksucker. Too bad she was a slut, cheating whore. He pulled her hair, causing her head to snap back. He held on like the reins of a horse. He quickened his fucking. He banged his hips hard against her backside.

\Ohhh FUCK. I\'m cumming Mrs. Masters. I\'m fucking your married cunt and shooting in it.\ Bob shouted. He pushed in deep and held it there.

\Oooooh. Ohhhh. Ohhhh.\ She moand. Nancy heard him swearing at her. It excited her. He pulled her head backward and drove into her. She thought his cock was going to come out her mouth as he pounded her deeper than she had ever been. He held her hips and screamed.

\Auuuuggggh. You cunt.\

His cock was buried to the balls in her pussy. It twitched as he spurted his load inside her. Nancy felt him throbbing against the stretched walls of her snatch. His cock touched unused parts of her cunt. Her nerve endings were on fire. He pumped against her a couple final times. He released her hair and slipped from her well used twat.

\Huh huh huh.\ Nancy chanted as he fucked her. She was close. Suddenly he was done. She felt him slip out of her. \No. don\'t stop. Not yet.\ She begged.

\I\'m sorry Mrs. M. I\'m done.\ Bob said, flopping on the couch.

\No. No. Bobby. I can get you hard again.\ Nancy pleaded as she got on her knees and crawled to him. \I need more.\ She said as she grabbed his cock and sucked it. She tasted their combined fluids. She furiously moved her mouth on him. Bob started to react. His cock grew in her mouth.

Bob put his hand on her forehead and stopped her. Nancy looked at him with her mouth full of cock. \You want to get ass fucked?\ He asked.

\Un huh.\ She mumbled around his cock. \Fuh mah ash.\ She said without pulling her mouth off his pecker.

\I\'m not much for shithole poking.\ Bob said. He put a hand on either side of her face. He tilted her to look at him. \Tim loves fucking white broads in their pooper.\ He said.

\Damn straight. I\'ll tap that married butthole.\ A voice said from behind Nancy.

Nancy hadn\'t cum and knew she could get him hard again. She needed more fucking. She thought if she offered him her ass he would jump at the chance. \'Who the Fuck is that?\' Her brain asked when the stranger spoke. \'Oh my God, the little bastard brought a friend.\' She struggled to get away but they held her in place, on her knees with her ass in the air. She felt him spread her cheeks and put his cock at her asshole. \'Oh God, don\'t let him have too big a cock.\' She prayed.

Nancy struggled to look behind her but Bob held her head. She felt hands on her ass. She tried to move away but they were too strong. She felt the new guy\'s hands press down on her as he shifted his weight. Her scream was muffled as Bob pulled her face back on his cock. \But you give the best head. Suck it, bitch.\ He ordered.

Her ass was on fire for about a half dozen strokes and then that fire turned into need. She pushed her ass against him. She took Bob deep in her throat and felt him explode again. Nancy swallowed eagerly. When Bob released her head she looked behind her. A large black kid, she had seen at a football game, was driving his cock in her butthole.

Nancy looked to the wall and saw the her reflection in the mirror. Her head rested on Bob\'s thigh as the black kid hunched over her back. She was entranced at the sight of his black pole disappearing between her white ass cheeks. It felt so good. \Fuck me, you big nigger. Fuck my lily white ass with your coon cock.\ She screamed.

In the mirror, Nancy saw more naked bodies come into the room. She looked up at Bob, her mouth level with his soft cock. \Why?\

\Mrs. Masters this is a very special honor. We are going to make you an official football slut.\

\Oh fuck, I\'m cumming in your white ass, you bitch. Ung. Ung.\ Tim pumped his load into her ass.

Nancy felt a bunch of hands on her naked body. They pulled the nightie over her head. They mauled her tits, pinching and pulling her nipples. They poked into her pussy. The hands lifted her, even though she was still on her hands and knees. She looked down and saw they were placing her over a blond kid lying on the floor. They pushed her hips down and the kid speared her pussy. Nancy looked in the mirror. Another football player crouched over her hips and pointed his cock at her butt. He pushed forward. The housewife felt fuller than ever. It was the first time with both holes filled.

The two cocks started moving in rythym. In her ass, out her cunt. In her cunt, out her ass. The sensation was incredible. \'I guess you are getting your\'s now.\' Her brain said. \Fuck me. Fuck me hard.\ She cried.

\As an official team slut, you have to take on every member of the team.\ Bob said.

\'Every member?\' Her brain said. Nancy saw a familiar pair of running shoes standing in front of her. She lifted her head and there was a hard cock in her face. Even without seeing his face, she knew who\'s cock it was. She looked up at her son\'s face. He looked back with hate.

\Suck it you whore. You fucking cunt bitch.\ Her son ordered.

Nancy looked at Bob. \Sorry, Mrs. M. But bro\'s before ho\'s. I\'d want him to tell me if my mom was a cheating slut.\

Her son grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his cock. Nancy clenched her lips. He rubbed his cock over them. Nancy smelled his musky scent. The two cocks working her other end confused her.

\'There\'s a cock in your face, why aren\'t you sucking it? Go ahead. You know you want to.\' Nancy opened her mouth and accepted her son\'s stiff cock. She sucked it and pushed her face against his pubic hair to get it as deep as it would go. She moved her face back and forth as the other two cocks pounded her other end. She felt them both cum and that caused her own orgasm.

Nancy shuddered and moaned around her son\'s cock. She sucked harder, wanting to taste his cum. The cocks in her pussy and ass were replaced with new hard ones. She bounced her hips to meet their thrusts.

After she swallowed a load from her son and he spit in her face, the rest of the afternoon and night became a blur. There were cocks and hands everywhere. Boys came on her face, her tits, her back. She was manhandled into various positions to meet their every desire. And from what they did to her, she climaxed again and again and again.

When Nancy Masters finally opened her eyes it was night. Every light was on and the TV was on. The TV showed a woman in a circle of cocks, begging for them to cum on her face. Each cock spurted on the woman\'s face in turn. Nancy watched the woman take 9 loads and then suck each cock clean. It was her. They video taped the whole thing.

Every part of her body ached when she stood up. The cum was now dry and crusty on her skin. She looked in the mirror. Her nipples were raw, her pussy lips were distended about three inches. She turned to look at her asshole.

\'What the fuck is that?\' Her brain asked.

There in the middle of her back were arrows and marks drawn on with a magic marker. Near her shoulders it said, SCORECARD. There were several marks and an arrow pointing to her head. Another set of hash marks were above the arrow that pointed to her ass and a third set were near a line that went around her hip. Nancy looked at her belly and saw the line continued in the front with the arrow point directed toward her pussy. The team kept track of how many times each hole had been used. She looked in the mirror again. There were 15 marks for her asshole. 31 marks for her pussy and 40 for her mouth.

\'I guess you were so good them fellas came back for seconds and thirds. If I remember you came a dozen times or so yourself.\' Her brain said. Nancy felt a strange pride in the fact she had turned on a group of young men that much.

\Looks like you had quite a party.\ Her husband said.

Nancy turned in panic. Her husband was sitting in a chair on the far side of the room. \Bob told Kevin how you jerked him off in the bathroom. He didn\'t want to believe him. Bob said you would do it again. If not him, someone else. Once a slut . They set up a camera. After they showed me the video of you sucking his cock, I knew he was telling the truth. My wife was a cheating, cunt, whore.\ He stood up and threw a dozen video cassettes at her feet.

\You can keep those. I have copies. You have the weekend to get your stuff and you out of here. Kevin and I no longer want you around. You will agree to whatever divorce settlement I want or these tapes go to all your friends and relatives. How do you think your friends will react to the one of you sucking your own son\'s cock? How will your southern daddy react to you begging a colored guy to fuck your asshole?\ He turned and walked out the door.

Nancy watched him leave. She began to cry. What was she going to do now? Out of the corner of her eye she saw her cum drenched body in the mirror again. \'How come only 15 wanted to fuck me in the ass? I\'ve got a great ass.\'