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When my teen-age daughter, Darcy, started dating Eric, the high school football hero, I found myself totally infatuated with him. Of course my wild fantasies about this virile young stud were kept tightly under wraps. I honestly had no intentions of embarrassing Darcy or myself for that matter. The whole idea of screwing Eric seemed too fantastic to imagine. Yet those were exactly the fantasies I kept having every time I'd lay eyes on him. My husband,Frank, was a good enough lover, but after nineteen years, it is safe to say the spark has dwindled in our sex life considerably. These days Frank is more interested in TV sports or his night out with the boys than any kind of bed gymnastics I might desire. Thus my frustrations were targeted whenever Eric was near. I'd catch myself eyeing his sturdy, tall, muscular body and undressing him mentally. He was like a young lion, lithe yet rippling with untamed energy. Darcy had told me he loved to work out and kept himself in top shape all the time. One night, I came home from shopping to find them dancing to an old ballad on the stereo. When Darcy stopped to help me with my packages, Eric suddenly came over and took me in his powerful arms and whirled me to the center of the room. He crushed my body against his and I immediately felt fiery juices of passion flowing through my veins. Particularly in that hot spot between my legs. I may be the mother of a teen-age daughter, but no one would know it to look at me. I have worked hard to keep my body trim and shapely and the stares I get from Frank's card playing buddies attest to the success of my efforts. Standing a tall five feet, seven inches, with long shapely legs, a small waist and busting firm breasts, I've never lacked in the confidence department. So here I was in young Eric's embrace and I was getting turned on fast. His pelvic pushed into mine and I responded by grinding myself hard against him. For a moment, I looked into his eyes and caught the twinkle of recognition that something physical was happening to him as well. He was sensing my own needs intimately. We broke the contact quickly when Darcy returned to the room, both of us a little breathless at the spark that had just ignited between us. Later that night, alone in my bubble bath, I masturbated wildly while fantasying about Eric. Frantically I fingered my pussy and dreamed of his fucking me. Of his handsome face coming down to lick my nipples. Of his hard cock ramming into me with his all youthful strength and stamina. I envisioned an orgasm to rock the walls and came for real at the same time. My wet thighs squeezing tight around my massaging fingers brought on a real, water splashing climax. Drying off with a towel, in front of our full length mirror, I admired my centerfold lush body and thought of all the wonderful pleasures it was being denied. If only I could get Eric alone for a few hours. I knew there would be no turning back. As things turned out, my wildest wish came true a few weeks later. It was late summer and the high school football team was already into training for the coming season. Which also applied to the girl's cheering squad and Darcy came home one night with her new outfit complete with short pleated skirt and bright red pom-poms. Seeing that familiar uniform brought back a flood of memories. I too had been a cheerleader in my high school days. Ah, but those had been the real fun, carefree times. The parties, the gangs, and oh, the boys. Several days later, I happened to be alone at home one afternoon. Frank had called from the office to say he would be late because of a business conference and Darcy was spending the night at a girl friend's house. Feeling melancholy, I poured myself a stiff drink and went up to her room. She had left her cheerleader's uniform on the bed, after having ironed it the night before. Looking at those bright red and white colors with the bold W on the front of the jersey, for Westfield high, a silly idea came to me. How would I look in that get up today? Without a second thought, I put down my drink and began undressing. The alcohol must have been getting to me because I stripped to the buff before putting on the outfit. Soon I was pulling on the tight little skirt over my hips. Enjoying the feel of it against the contours of my flesh. Next came the tight sweater. Darcy is a healthy young girl, but not quite as robust as my 38 double D. Glancing in her vanity mirror, I was certainly a sight, my chest stretching the fabric of the cloth to the max. Then I pulled on her white cotton sox. No way would her shoes fit my own, so I chose to slip on my own black pumps. They had long, sexy stiletto heels and seemed totally suited for my outlandish attire. The job complete, I stood and posed in front of her dresser. Damn, but didn't I look like an X-rated cheerleader. My tits pushing forth, my tight ass riding the small flaring skirt over my long, full legs in all their high heel splendor. Cupping my breast through the sensuously soft cloth, I began mouthing my own special cheer. "Give me an F. Give a U. Give me a C. Give me an F." It was then I looked up and saw Eric reflected in the glass. He had come up the stairs quietly and was standing in the open doorway, his eyes all but bulging out of their sockets; his mouth opened wide. "Aw fuck," I whispered, turning to confront him. Wondering what he must be thinking. Seeing his girlfriend's mother decked out as I was. "Ah, hi Eric." "Ah...hi, Mrs.Parks. Ahh, I came to bring back Darcy's history book." He mumbled lifting the text in his hands as he suddenly remembered why it was he was here at all. "I knocked downstairs but I guess you didn't hear me." "No, I guess not." He took a tentative step into the room, a glazed look coming over him. I tried to regain some kind of composure, but instead could only devour his cut off jean shorts and sweaty T-shirt attire. Damn, but he was a hunk. Then he was only a few feet in front of me, that goofy look still on his face. The air between us seemed thick with anticipation. Something was going to happen if we didn't get out of there fast. But a naughty little voice inside me refused to move. Egging me on. "I must look ridiculous," I began to nervously mouth. To my surprise he shook his head negatively and then the book in his hands fell and hit the floor with a slap. Eric never blinked. He just kept looking at me. Well, actually at my chest. His eyes were glued solid to my breast straining under the oh so tight cotton material of the pull-over. "No, Mrs.Parks," he managed to gulp. "You look great." And with that he brought both his hands up and grabbed my tits. Just like that. The touch was so unexpected, it sent a shock through me like a jolt from an electric wire. Instead of pulling away, I just stood there. I couldn't move. It was as if I frozen to the spot. Eric's hands began rubbing me and the feeling was absolutely unbelievable. Immediately my nipples hardened like fat grapes under his manipulations. The sexual charge his hands were providing heated up my insides by several flaming degrees. My knees started to tremble slightly and he continued to pull and tug on my tities, enjoying their hardness. "You're so goddamn sexy," he blurted, never once removing his stare from my bosom, now beating up and down rapidly. "I've wanted to touch you like this for the longest time, Mrs.Parks. You make me so hot all the time." Flattered beyond expression, I reached out and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling his face down to mine, all the while allowing him to continue kneading my totally aroused breast. "Oh Eric, that feels so good,"I gasped. "Please don't stop." Then his lips were on my mine and I was hungrily shoving my tongue wetly into his mouth. I could sense this was his first french kiss, but he learned quickly, his own pink member shoving past mine to swim in my hungry mouth. Both of us were sucking each other frantically. My pussy was getting wetter by the second. As was the ache that demanded attention. Then my hands began traveling down his body, exploring him totally until they reached his crotch. There my fingers encountered a rock hard bulge under his denim cut-offs. I squeezed and he gave out a soft sigh from deep within. Hurriedly my hands fumbled with his zipper and tore his fly open. Then I was digging in past his briefs to unleash his rigid cock. It sprang lose of his clothing like a massive spear, filling both my hands. Feeling the length and thickness of Eric's erection, I pulled away from his lips and glanced downward to see if my sense of touch was deceiving me. The sight of that huge, proud cock was magnificent. I pushed his hands away from my body and sank swiftly to me knees in front of him, still holding onto my new found prize. I looked from his love rocket up to his face and smiled. Wantonly I licked my tongue over my lips in anticipation of the coming feast. "I'm going to eat you up," I said huskily and then opened my mouth and wrapped it around his huge, warm prick. Eric gasped as my wet mouth went to work on him. Back and forth I pulled my head, tongue washing his warm but oh so rigid prick. At the same time, my hands jerked it smoothly, pumping that huge monster vigorously. Now it was his turn to get weak. His hips started bucking back and forth to the rhythm of my sucking lips, sliding his shaft in and out with a loud smacking sound. Just to keep things interesting, I started nipping at his tip with my teeth and he loved it. Eventually he put his hands on top of my head to steady himself, as he continued to fuck my ravenous mouth. "Arghh, Mrs.Park," he gasped. "I'm gonna come. I'M GONNA COME IN YOUR MOUTH!" Needing no further urging, I locked my hands around the base of his shaft and swallowed him whole. The spasms came next and I felt the first gob of his love cream splash against the back of my throat. I swallowed and kept up my suction. Spurt after spurt shot out as Eric groaned in pure ecstacy. "AAGHHHH" He tasted sooo good, that long after his penis had finished ejaculating, my lips continued caressing his soft and now tender tip. Wanting to lick every bit of his love goo. "Good to the last drop," I smiled looking up at a very contended Eric. He looked awkward now that his load was shot. It was obvious he had hoped to impress me further and felt somehow that he had cheated me. But I knew how to correct that. Had this been Frank, the session would have ended there. But this was a seventeen year old stud with lots more loving left to give. With his help, I got back to my feet and kissed him again. "Now it's my turn, lover," I said taking his hand and bringing it to the front of my, ah Darcy's short skirt. Eric didn't need any prompting. When his hands touched my hair under the dress, the look on his face was one of happy surprise. He slipped his fingers along my mound and found my pussy. It felt so damn good, I pulled him to me for yet another long and slobbering tongue kiss. All the while he kept playing with me down there. Then I was pulling him back towards the vanity table. I hurriedly threw the clutter on it aside and sat back on the edge so that I was barely sitting, my wide open legs keeping me on the perch. Eric went down on one knee as I pulled the tiny skirt away from his intended feast. He took both hands, gently rubbed my vagina and then opened me for his own eager tongue lashing. For a boy without much experience, he took to eating my pussy like a starving man at his first banquet. Faster and faster his wild tongue whipped at my cunt, sending tiny shocks of pleasure rippling throughout my body. "Yes," I cried. "Keep eating me like that. Oooh, yes, more! MORE!" Then, still focused on my hot sex hole, Eric reached up under my tight sweater and his hands once again found my breasts. His knowing fingers taking hold of my pointed nipples and twisted them just enough to drive me over the top. My orgasm hit me like a bulldozer and my own hands clawed down to push his head deeper into me. If I could have, I'd have shoved all of him into my exploding pussy. "EEEEE! I'M COMING! COMINNNNGGGG!" My entire body shook with the most powerful orgasm I had ever known. It was a sweet flood of pure honey emersing my entire nervous system so that every round inch of me was trembling with sheer ecstasy. I pulled Eric up and kissed him again. Feeling something bump my inner thigh, we both looked down to see his majestic cock had once again hardened to full erection. He was delighted. I was ready. Quickly I pushed him off me and turned so that my round, saucy ass was up against him. "Fuck me," I commanded excitedly. "Put that giant prick in my pussy right now." His hands reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks for maneuvering, then he pressed forward and his cock head pushed against my cunt lips. Resting on my left hand, I reached down with right, sought my pussy and opened it wide. He slid in with one easy push. New sensations of pure unadulterate joy seized me and both my hands pushed down on the vanity as my body trembled. Holding my butt, he pulled out and then shoved back in, quickly getting a rhythm going that suited our doggy style position. In and out, in and out. Ramming me to the fullest with his giant meat packer. "Damn, but your so wet," he groaned, driving himself deeper and deeper with each new lunge. For myself, I happen to look up and was startled to see my own wanton reflection glaring back at me only inches away in the mirror. I became totally titillated watching myself being screwed. It was wild. Here was this attractive, middle aged housewife in the throes of sexual frenzy, being reamed in the rear by a handsome, robust young Hercules. I shook my head, my hair whipping back over my shoulders. My face was flushed, mouth open to scream. Then Eric picked up his pace, faster and faster, plowing into my pussy with an intensity that could only mean he was going to climax again. And so did I, yelling, and twisting my backside to grind my ass into him, wanting every inch of his piledriver into me as wave after wave of searing euphoria washed over me. "I'M COMING AGAIN!!!" he managed, digging his fingers roughly into my fleshly behind. "EEEEEE" was my only answering chorus. I could feel his wonderful gism splashing inside me, tingling me even further with this totally erotic sensation. Then we were spent and he half collapsed on my back gently like a folding tent coming down. Breathing heavily, he chuckled and then his wayward hands were around me cupping my hanging tits and once more toying with my now ultra sensitive nipples. "That was fantastic, Mrs.Parks. Absolutely the best." I nodded in agreement, looking at him in the mirror, slumped over me like a happy little boy. "It's only the beginning," I grinned back wickedly. "Only the beginning." And that it was. Since that wild afternoon, Eric and I have met at least once a week for the past two years. Usually at nearby motels so as not to gamble with being found out by either Frank or Darcy. I don't want to harm Darcy's thing with Eric and both of us know what we have is purely carnal. I laid down the ground rules that first day. He could fuck me anytime he wanted, which is a lot I'm happy to report, but there would never be anything more about our relationship. It is just a little something extra for both of us. As for the cheerleader's costume. Well, since it was a very special part of our first get together, I went out and bought my own at a nearby mall. I keep it in a special drawer in my closet and only wear it for Eric. In fact, sometimes I do a little cheer just for him. He gets naked, sits up on the hotel bed, his cock at full mast and accompanies me as I dance in front of him in the tight sweater and tiny skirt. "Give me an F. Give me a U. Give me a C. Give me a K." Then he's on me like a with all the passion of a stallion in heat. Hell, one time, after a particularly fulfilling session, he suggested some of his team-mates might want to sample some of my team spirit first hand. Imagine, two or three husky Erics all doing me at the same time. FUCKING' A. THE END |
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