Soccer Mom-Beau
“Mom, can I go talk to Brian?”
“No, you can’t, Mister. You’re going to stay right here until we’re done.”
“Come on, mom.”
“I said no. We’re almost at the front of the line and I don’t want you running around in case I need to get a hold of you.”
“You got all the paperwork there, mom. Why would you need to get a hold of me?”
“I said no. Now hush.”
Peter McElroy looked at his mom but whatever it was he might have thought he’d say, the twelve-year-old seemed to think better of it and for the moment at least, he stayed quiet.
Another person stepped away from the desk in front of them and Peter and his mom stepped forward.
This sucked, the boy told himself. He wanted to play soccer, but he didn’t want to stand in some stupid line. Okay, sure, he knew they had to be here to sign up for a team, but this was boring. He wanted to play and this sucked.
The boy and his mom stepped forward again. There were only two more people in front of them now but it still sucked.
The person at the front of the line was arguing about something and the person behind the desk was trying to explain whatever it was that needed explaining. Peter peered up to the front of the line and he realized that the woman at the front of the line was Marco Gianelli’s mom. She was such a fucking airhead, or at least that was what Marco was always saying, and then Peter realized that Marco wasn’t standing there with his mom.
That wasn’t fair. How come he had to stand there with his mom when he knew Marco wasn’t doing the same thing with his mother. That wasn’t fair.
The line moved again and suddenly, they were just one person away. Whatever Marco’s mom had thought was wrong hadn’t been decided in her favor because she was leaving empty-handed. Ha, Peter thought. Served them right. Marco should have had to stand in line, too.
The woman now at the desk was Jillian Reynolds’ mom. Great, Peter thought. They were going to have to play with girls although, just as quickly he thought, if he was going to have to play with girls, there could be a whole lot worse candidates than Jillian Reynolds.
Mrs. Reynolds finished with what she was doing and finally, it was their turn at the front of the line. Peter’s mom handed the paperwork over to the man behind the desk.
The man looked over the papers. “Everything seems to be in order here, Mrs. McElroy. Is this Peter?”
“It is.”
“I see you’ve already picked the team that you want to sign up for, young man and your mom has checked the waiver and liability box and you’ve got your check for the application fee here so everything seems to be in order here. Welcome to the league, young man.”
“Thanks.”
“Is that it?” Peter’s mom asked.
“That’s it.”
“Thank you,” she told the man behind the desk. “Come along, Peter.”
Peter could see Jillian Reynolds now and she was definitely watching him. “Mom-m-m-m-m,” the young man protested.
“What?”
Peter looked over at Jillian. She was definitely watching him. “I’m twelve years old,” he hissed.
“Yes, I know that.”
“But you’re treating me like I’m two years old.”
“Oh I hardly think I’m doing that. Now come along.”
Jillian was definitely watching him and now she was smirking, too. This was so embarrassing.
It was a couple of weeks later and Bonnie McElroy was sitting in the stands watching her son’s practice. She had her iPhone out and she was doing some work while she watched the kids practice. There were other parents in the stand but Bonnie McElroy didn’t pay them any attention.
“Hi.”
Bonnie McElroy looked up at the man. He had short, dark hair and a short, beard that barely covered his chin. His eyes were dark and small. “Hi,” she said, hoping she could quickly be done with him and go back to what she was doing.
“Which one is yours?” the man asked.
“Hmm?”
“I was asking which one is yours.”
Bonnie wistfully looked down at her iPhone. She probably wasn’t going to get back to that for some time so she sighed and she looked out onto the field. She quickly found her son. “That one,” she said. “Peter McElroy.”
The man nodded. “I thought so.”
Odd, Bonnie thought. Why would he think that, but then the man was talking again.
“That one’s mine,” he said.
“Which one?”
“The girl over there. Long, brown hair. Jillian Reynolds.”
“You’re Jillian’s dad?”
“That’s me. Does that surprise you?”
“As a matter of fact, it does. I’m used to seeing Jillian with her mom. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”
The man smiled. “Well, I do tend to keep a low profile but from time to time, I do like to make an appearance.”
“Okay,” Bonnie said. She was wondering how she could get out of this and get back to what she was doing.
“I think my daughter likes your son,” the man said.
Bonnie sighed. Apparently, she wasn’t going to get out of the conversation that easily. “I think the feeling’s mutual.”
“That’s why I introduced myself,” the man said. “I think maybe you and I should get to know each other better. I’m Mick, by the way.”
Bonnie looked at the man’s outstretched hand. “Bonnie,” she said as she reached out to take the man’s hand.
“If your son and my daughter are going to be friends, then we should get to know each other better.”
Bonnie looked at the man’s hand still holding hers. “What?” she said timidly.
“We should get to know each other,” the man said again. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I guess.”
“Would you like to sit next to me?”
“Okay.”
She wasn’t even sure why she’d said it but suddenly, there she was sitting next to the man. “What grade’s your son in?” the man asked.
“Huh?”
“Your son,” the man said again. “What grade is he in?”
Finally, Bonnie thought. Finally, she seemed to be regaining her bearings. “Oh, um, he’s in sixth,” she said.
“Same with my Jilly,” the man said. “Does he go to Greenfield Middle School?”
Bonnie nodded.
“How’s he like it there?”
“What?”
“How’s he like it there? Jilly says she likes some of her teachers but others of them not so much so.”
“Peter’s the same way,” Bonnie said. “He’s okay with math and he loves science but he’s got a real problem with his lit teacher.”
“Mmm,” the man said without making any more of a commitment and then, “your son looks good out there.”
“He likes playing soccer.”
“So does Jilly. I think it’s good they’re on the same team.”
“Yeah,” Bonnie McElroy said.
The next day, she was watching practice when she saw Mick come up to the stands. Funny, she thought, but Jillian was already on the field. It was almost as if he had come after his daughter had arrived, but that was silly, really. He’d probably just been in the parking lot or something, the woman told herself. Yeah, that had to be it.
The man entered the stands and before Bonnie knew it, he was coming up to her and he was sitting beside her and while Bonnie McElroy didn’t mind talking to the man every once in a while, she didn’t want him to think he was welcome to come talk to her anytime he wanted.
“It’s Bonnie, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“Your name. It’s Bonnie, right?”
Bonnie McElroy sighed. “Yes,” she said. “It’s Bonnie, and you’re Mick, right?”
The man grinned. “There you go. I knew we were making friends from the last time. So how’s it going?”
“Listen, I’m kind of busy.”
“Oh sorry, I didn’t know.” The man seemed to make a conscious effort to try and be quiet but Bonnie found even that to be annoying. Knowing that someone was trying too hard to be quiet was almost as annoying as someone who couldn’t shut the hell up.
“You don’t have to be like that,” Bonnie said.
“Be like what?”
“Like you’re trying to hard to be quiet,” Bonnie said.
“I don’t understand.”
It was weird, Bonnie thought, but now that he’d said it, she was having trouble putting her thoughts into words. “I ... I—”
“You what?”
“I ... I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
Bonnie shook her head.
“I was only trying to be friendly. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”
No, Bonnie told herself. No, there was nothing wrong with that and that’s when she realized Mick had his hand on her knee. That was wrong, she told herself. She shouldn’t be letting him do that, and yet, he was only trying to be friendly, she told herself. There was nothing wrong with that.
No wait! That wasn’t right? “Your hand,” she mumbled.
“My hand? What about it?”
What about it? She couldn’t tell him to remove it. After all, he was only being friendly.
But now his hand wasn’t just resting on her knee. Now, his hand was stroking her leg and his fingers were sliding between her legs. That was so wrong.
“This is okay,” he said.
“What?”
“It’s okay if I stroke you like this.”
“Sure.” No wait. Why had she said that? That wasn’t the right answer so why had she said it?
“Next time, you should wear a skirt instead of jeans.”
What? Why had he said that? That was such a sexist thing to say? Why did she have to wear a skirt?
But she didn’t say anything and his hands continued to play over her legs.
The next day at practice, Mick was already sitting in the bleachers when Bonnie arrived with her son. She’d been meaning to just drop him off and then go run some errands but for some reason, she thought she’d stay a little while and maybe watch the first few minutes of practice.
She wasn’t going to sit next to the man and she didn’t sit next to him, but no sooner had she taken her seat in the bleachers than he came over to sit next to her. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” Bonnie said even as she noticed the man’s hand was already on her leg.
“I see you’re wearing a skirt today,” the man said.
Yeah, so what?
“It looks good,” the man said.
Oh, Bonnie thought. He’d only meant to pay her a compliment and she’d been so quick to jump to an alternate conclusion. That wasn’t right.
His hand was already starting to stroke the insides of her thigh. “You should spread your legs,” the man said.
Why, Bonnie wanted to ask and yet even as the thought was in her head, she found her legs opening up.
His hand was moving higher and higher on her leg. His hand was moving up under her skirt and still, she did nothing. Why wasn’t she doing anything.
“I like you in skirts,” the man said.
Yeah, so what?
“But this one’s too long. You’d look better in a shorter skirt.”
What the fuck? She wasn’t going to put on a short skirt just because he wanted her to.
“You’ve got beautiful legs,” the man said. “A short skirt shows them off so much better.”
What? That was so sexist ... but a short skirt would show her legs off better.
“Besides, a short skirt would get you noticed.”
Yeah, Bonnie growled to herself. For all the wrong reasons, and yet as hard as she tried, she couldn’t completely get that thought out of her head. A short skirt would get her noticed.
The next day saw Bonnie sitting in the bleachers in a very short skirt. All day long, she’d been getting looks from people. Sometimes, those looks were admiring, but at other times, they were somewhat less than that. There was a part of her that kept wondering why she’d put on that short skirt and even though she never really could tell herself what that reason actually was, for some reason, she couldn’t make herself believe that wearing the skirt was wrong.
“Hello, Bonnie.”
“Hi.”
“Mind if I sit here?” Mick asked.
“No. Go ahead.”
The man sat and before Bonnie realized what was happening, his hand was on her leg again. “I see you’re wearing a short skirt,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“You must like wearing short skirts,” the man said.
What?
“You must like wearing short skirts,” the man said again. “They certainly get you noticed, and you strike me as the type of girl who likes to be noticed.”
Well, yes, Bonnie thought. Yes, she did like to be noticed, but she wanted to be noticed for more than just her looks.
“You must really like to be noticed,” the man said again.
She did like to be noticed, but ...
Mick’s hand was sliding along her leg and up under her skirt. She didn’t know why but for some reason, she found that hot, and there was something else. As short as her skirt was, it was inevitable, of course, but as soon as his fingers slid under her skirt ...
“Oh,” the man said.
He sounded disappointed. “What?” Bonnie asked.
“Nothing,” the man said.
Bonnie was sure it wasn’t nothing. She could hear it in his voice. There was definitely something. “What?” she wanted to know.
“I said it was nothing.”
“I know what you said and I don’t believe you.”
“It’s just that ...”
“It’s just that what?”
“It’s just that you’re wearing panties.”
“Well, of course, I’m wearing panties.”
“That’s what I mean,” the man said. “I would have thought that a girl like you ...”
“A girl like me what?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s not noting.”
“I would have thought that a girl like you wouldn’t be wearing panties.”
“What? Why?”
The man said nothing.
Bonnie couldn’t believe that the man had said that to her but she had to know why he’d said it. “I want to know,” she said.
Still, the man said nothing.
“Please. I want to know.”
“I thought a girl like you wanted to be noticed.”
“I do want to be noticed.”
“But being noticed means more than just showing a little skin.”
That actually made sense to Bonnie.
“Being noticed means going past the accepted norms.”
Okay, that made sense, too.
“Being noticed means you have to be willing to go without panties.”
What? Now that was too far. That wasn’t what being noticed meant, and yet ...
And yet why hadn’t she noticed it before. Why hadn’t she noticed the man’s fingers as they worked her panties against her pussy, and why hadn’t she noticed how wet this was making her.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Doing what?”
“You know. Stroking me with your fingers.”
“Because you want to be noticed.”
Bonnie couldn’t help but moan. “Not like this,” she tried to say.
The man’s hands still worked beneath her skirt. “Not liked this?” he asked. “Not like this. Why not like this?”
Bonnie couldn’t help but moan. “People will see,” she whimpered.
“So? What do you care?” And then almost as if in response to her entreaties, the fingers pulled back from where they’d been, leaving Bonnie almost wishing that they’d come back again.
It had seemed like such a natural thing, Bonnie thought the next day. She’d gone on a shopping spree of sorts.
She’d bought herself some skirts. Well, they could hardly be called that, Bonnie groused as she looked at her new wardrobe. After all, each skirt seemed to be so small that it barely deserved to be called a skirt. A girl would have to be careful wearing one of those, Bonnie told herself. A girl would have to be careful that she didn’t end up flashing herself to anyone who might want to see.
And skirts weren’t the only things she’d bought but everything that she’d bought seemed to have been purchased with a single purpose in mind: to show off some part of her body.
She looked at her assembled purchases and she couldn’t help but wonder why she’d bought this stuff and yet she already knew that wasn’t even relevant anymore. She’d bought them and that was that.
Peter took one look at her that morning and he just shook his head. “You’re not going out dressed like that, are you?”
Bonnie looked at herself. Black leather skirt. Black stockings. Six inch heels. Tight, little top. What was wrong with what she was wearing, she wondered.
“You know, I can get myself to soccer practice on my own,” Peter said.
Bonnie shook her head. “No way,” she said. “I’m your mother and I’m taking you.”
“Dressed like that?”
“What’s wrong with the way I dress?”
“Come on, mom.”
“Don’t come on, mom, me. I’m taking you to practice and that’s that.”
That afternoon at practice, Bonnie sought Mick out. She wasn’t sure why but it was almost like she wanted his approval. Maybe it was that he seemed to have disapproved of her the day before. Maybe it was a need to show him that he was wrong about her, or maybe it was something else. Bonnie wasn’t sure what it was. All she knew was she wanted to see the man.
“Hi,” she said.
“Bonnie,” the man said. “Hi.”
“Mind if I sit here?”
“No. Go ahead.”
Bonnie took a seat next to the man. “Notice anything different about me?” she asked.
“Hmm. No. Should I have?”
“Come on,” Bonnie pleaded. “Look a little closer. Don’t you see a little something different about me?”
“Something different?”
“Yes. Something different.”
The man was now giving her an apprising look. “You didn’t lighten your hair, did you, because if you did, I approve. I’ve always thought you’d look better as a blond.”
“No, not that.” She hadn’t wanted to be a blond so why would he have thought she did.
“Hmm. What then?”
“Look.”
“I’m not sure what you want me to see, Bonnie.”
The woman couldn’t wait anymore. She grabbed the man’s hand and she led him to her leg.
“I still don’t understand.”
Did she have to do everything, Bonnie wondered, and then she realized she would if she had to. She moved the man’s hand higher and higher up her leg until finally, she was pushing him under her skirt.
“You’re not wearing any panties!”
There. He finally got it.
“Spread your legs a little more.”
She’d only meant to show him, Bonnie told herself. She’d only meant to show him that she wasn’t wearing any panties but now his fingers were right there against her pussy. Now, she was thinking about something else. She spread her legs.
“That’s it,” the man said. “Just look out on the field. Just watch your son and my daughter play while I play with your pussy.”
There was something wrong with that, Bonnie told herself and yet, she did as she was told.
And geez, it did feel good. Even there on the bleachers, even with all those people, somehow, the man just seemed to know how to get her off.
Bonnie fought back the urge to moan. She wanted to be noticed, but not like this, but geez, what the man’s fingers were doing to her. It would be so easy to give in.
Oh God, stroke me there, the woman thought. Stroke me there.
And speaking of stroke ... but no.
Bonnie leaned against Mick’s body and she slipped her hand around his waist. Oh fuck. If she couldn’t scream, then maybe she could do something.
The man jumped a little as Bonnie’s hand squeezed around his waist but that didn’t stop his hand from doing what it was doing to her.
Bonnie leaned in against the man. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. You’re going to make me cum,” and then as if to make sure that she wasn’t lying about what she did, her pussy did exactly what she said it would do.
The next day, Bonnie was looking in the mirror. Something was wrong. She was sure of that.
It took her forever but when it finally hit her, it was amazing. How could she not have seen it, she asked herself. After all, it had been staring her in the face the whole time.
That afternoon, when she showed up at practice with her son, it was with a head crowned in gold.
“You changed your hair color,” Mick said when she sat down beside him.
“You noticed.”
The man grinned. “It’s kind of hard to miss.”
“Do you like it?”
“I love it. You look so ... so carefree.”
“I feel carefree.”
“Do you? Do you really?”
“Yeah sure. Why?”
“Being carefree means being without a care in the world.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So being without a care means you aren’t worrying about anything.”
“Yeah? I guess.”
“And if you’re not worrying about anything, it probably means you’re just not thinking. Is that what you’re saying? Are you saying that you’re just not thinking?”
Bonnie shrugged. She wasn’t sure why he was telling her all this stuff. All she knew was it just wasn’t interesting. In fact, half the time, she was hardly listening at all. After all, it was so much more fun to let her hand slide between his thighs.
“Are you listening to me?” Mick asked.
“Huh?”
“I asked if you were listening to me?”
“Yeah sure,” Bonnie said even as her hand stroked the man’s cock through his jeans and the more she stroked him, the more she got this thought in her head. Sometimes, it was the only thought in her head. She wondered what his cock looked like and more than that, she wondered what it felt like.
“You realize you’ve got your hand on my cock, don’t you?”
Bonnie nodded sheepishly.
“You realize people are watching.”
Again, Bonnie nodded but even that didn’t stop her from doing what she was doing. There was just something she liked about the feel of her hand as it stroked the man’s cock through his pants.
“You know you want it,” the man said.
“Huh?”
“To unzip my pants, to take my cock out, to hold it in your hand.”
“Uh huh.”
“You want to hold it. You want to feel its warmth. You want to squeeze it. You want to stroke it.”
“Yes.”
“But you know what you really want,” the man said. “You want to ...”
“Bonnie? Bonnie McElroy?”
Bonnie stirred as something snapped her out of her reverie. She’d been daydreaming. “Wh-what?”
Mick was looking at her with a little concern. “Practice is over, Bonnie.”
“It is?”
Mick nodded at the field where kids were starting to come off the field. “Sure is. What’s the matter? You seemed lost in your thoughts.”
“I guess I was,” Bonnie admitted as Peter came up to her.
“Hey, mom,” the boy said.
“Hey,” she said. “You ready to go?”
“Sure am, mom.”
As Bonnie McElroy walked away with her son, she couldn’t help but sneak a peek back at Mick and his daughter. It had seemed so real, she told herself, and for a moment there, it really had seemed as if she really had wanted to ... well, of course, she hadn’t, that would have been silly ... but still ...
“You okay?” her son asked.
“I’m fine. How are you?”
“I’m great,” the boy said. “Did you see that kick I made on the goal. It was sweet. I totally faked Tommy Hilton out. Did you see it?”
“Sure I did, honey.”
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I think Jillian Reynolds likes me.”
“That’s nice, honey.”
“That’s not just nice, mom. That’s totally cool.”
“I’m glad, honey.”
The next day, Bonnie woke up thinking about Mick’s cock. This was stupid, she told herself and yet, she couldn’t seem to get her mind off of the man’s cock. She had things to do and errands to run so why the heck was she thinking about Mick’s cock.
And the worst part about it was that it wasn’t going away. Okay, maybe it was okay to have a fuzzy headed daydream at the beginning of the day, but once the day was underway, she should be able to focus on the day’s activities.
The problem was she was still thinking about Mick’s cock, how it felt in her hand, how it would feel when she stroked it, maybe even how it would feel between her legs. She was even having other thoughts. She’d never sucked a man’s cock, never even wanted to, in fact, but she was thinking about what it would feel like to kneel in front of him, to have his cock right there in front of her. She’d press forward and then she’d press her lips against her cock and then she’d open her mouth, and ...
Stop it.
But ...
No, stop it!
Considering all the errands she’d already neglected because of her thinking about ... well, because she’d been thinking about Mick’s cock ... Bonnie had been intending to just drop her son off at practice but for some reason, as soon as she got to the practice field, it seemed as if she couldn’t think of anything more important that she had to do than just sit there and watch her son play soccer.
“Back again,” she heard a man say and when she looked up from her seat in the bleachers, there was Mick taking a seat next to her and that’s when Bonnie realized that her hand was already sliding in between his legs.
“I see someone’s eager to go,” the man said with a grin.
It was only then that Bonnie realized where her hand was and even then, it wasn’t like she could pull her hand back. It was like she just had to feel his cock.
“I’ll bet you’d like to fuck,” the man said.
“Yeah,” Bonnie said. “I mean, no.”
“Hmm. It doesn’t look like your hand knows what you’re saying.”
“What?” Bonnie asked and that’s when she noticed that her hand already had reached inside Mick’s pants and was stroking his cock.
“It looks like someone wants to see my cock.”
“Yeah,” Bonnie moaned and then she realized what she’d said. “No.”
“Yes or no. You got to make up your mind. We could go out to the parking lot and fuck.”
Yeah, Bonnie thought.
“Are you wearing any panties?”
Bonnie shook her head.
“See, it’s perfect.”
Well yeah. When he put it like that ...
Suddenly, Bonnie found herself out in the parking lot, the hatch of her SUV standing wide open and her short, little skirt pulled up as the man pounded away at her pussy. She’d already cum twice and she was well on her way to yet another orgasm.
“Dang, baby likes this, doesn’t she?”
“Oh yeah,” she moaned.
“Does baby want me to cum in her tight, little pussy?”
“Oh yeah,” she moaned again.
“Okay, baby. Here it comes.”
Bonnie couldn’t help but moan as her pussy came again and even as her pussy constricted around the cock embedded deep inside her, she could hear the man groan and she knew he was filling her up with his cum.
What had gotten into her, Bonnie wondered. Here she was letting this guy fuck her and the worst part about it was she knew she’d be willing to let him do it again if he wanted to.
The man looked at his watch and he pulled out of her. “Practice is almost over,” he said.
“Can’t we go again?” Bonnie pleaded. “I really want to.” God, what was she saying.
“No time,” the man said, “but perhaps we can do something.”
“What?”
“Why don’t you unbutton up your top for me,” the man said.
She shouldn’t, Bonnie told herself, but then she realized her hands were already doing it.
“Take it off,” the man told her.
Again, Bonnie’s hands did just what they were told to do.
The man frowned. “You’re wearing a bra,” he said.
“Yes, of course.”
“I don’t like bras,” the man said.
Who cared what he liked, Bonnie tried to tell herself as reason once more tried to reassert itself.
“What I like is dumb blonds with big tits. Would you like to show me your tits?”
“Would I?” Bonnie gushed. That was all he had to say and the soccer mom was taking off her bra.
“I’ll take that,” the man said and Bonnie willingly handed over her bra to the man.
“Would you like me to fuck your tits?” the man asked.
“Oh yeah,” the blond moaned as her hands kneaded her tits. “I want you to fuck my tits. I want you to fuck them so bad.”
The man didn’t have to hear anything more. He slid his cock between Bonnie’s tits and then he began to stroke.
“Oh yeah,” Bonnied crooned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck my tits. Do it. Fuck my tits.”
The man groaned.
“Do it,” the girl said again. “Fuck my tits.”
The man groaned yet again and this time, his cock surged, spilling his cum all over the blond’s tits. “Oh yeah,” the man said. “Oh yeah. That’s it.”
Bonnie pulled the man’s cock from between her tits and she jerked him off as she spilled even more of his cum all over her tits.
“We got to get back,” the man said.
“Back?” Bonnie asked.
“To the practice.”
“Oh yeah.”
“You better put your clothes back on.”
“Yeah.”
The man and woman quickly made their way back to the bleachers. There hadn’t been time to clean up so Bonnie could still feel the man’s cum, between her legs and even more so, on her chest. Mick had kept her bra, as a souvenir, he said, but the upshot was that she could feel her nipples against her blouse and she could feel his cum on her tits.
The next morning, Bonnie was even hornier than she had been the day before and it was even harder to think about anything else other than Mick’s cock.
Of course, it wasn’t like she could just sit around the house and play with herself, not that she wouldn’t mind doing it, but she had things to do. Peter had to be taken to school, and ... and she had to go to the store to pick up ... to pick up ... oh fuck, who was she kidding, she knew what she needed.
“Peter,” she called out. “Are you ready?”
Almost as if on cue, her son appeared at the door to the kitchen. “Right here, mom.”
“Oh, there you are,” and then, “what are you looking at?”
“Nothing,” her son said. “Nothing.”
Bonnie let it go. After all, she didn’t have time to argue with her son and at least he was there pretty close to on time and that in and of itself had to be considered something of a win. “Come on,” she told her son. “We got to leave now or we’ll be late.”
“Sure thing, mom. Whatever you say.”
Bonnie couldn’t help but feel flustered as she drove her son to school and even after she’d dropped him off, it was like there was still something wrong. It was like she couldn’t think straight.
She picked him up at the end of the school day and once more, she drove him to soccer practice.
Mick was there and as soon as she saw him, Bonnie knew what she wanted. She’d barely waited for the kids to take the field before she went over and sat next to the man. “Hey, Mick,” she said in a highly flirtatious kind of voice even as she let her hand slide between his legs.
“Hey,” the man said.
“Did you know I’m not wearing a bra today?”
The man looked at her chest. It was probably obvious anyway, what with the tightness of her top and the way her nipples were clearly evident, but it was worth making sure the man knew. “I can tell,” he said.
“You want to do something together while the kids play?” Bonnie asked.
“Like what?”
Bonnie jerked her head in the direction of the parking lot. “You know,” she said.
The man grinned. “Let me guess. You want to go have some fun in the parking lot.”
“Yeah, can we?”
“Sure, babe. We can do whatever you want.”
It wasn’t long before the two of them were out in the parking lot. Once more, Bonnie had the hatch to her SUV open and once more, she was half in and half out, only this time, she was face down inside the SUV, with her skirt bunched up around her waist, and with Mick’s cock taking her pussy from behind.
This was even better than it had been the day before. She’d cum almost as soon as Mick had stuck his cock inside her and she knew she was going to cum again and she couldn’t wait.
“I’m going to cum,” the man announced.
“I want you to,” Bonnie pleaded. “I want you to cum inside me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Cum inside me. Do it, please.”
“Okay, babe. Here it comes.”
Bonnie couldn’t help but moan again as she felt the man cum inside her and then she moaned yet again, as her needy, little pussy came around the man’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. I love dumb blonds with big tits.”
There was a time when that might have bothered her, Bonnie told herself but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember why. If Mick liked her, wasn’t that a good thing?
“Fuck,” the man groaned. “Turn your ass around. I need you to suck my cock.”
Bonnie turned around and she squatted in front of the man. She took his cock in her hand. She’d never done this before, she told herself, and yet it just seemed so right.
His cock was slippery wet from having just been inside her pussy but that didn’t matter to her. She moved her mouth forward and then her lips were pressed against the head of his cock. Just a little more, she told herself and then her mouth was sliding in over the man’s cock.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned as she took him deeper. “Oh yeah. Suck me like that.”
This wasn’t so bad, Bonnie thought. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all. It wasn’t as good as getting a cock in her pussy, but it definitely wasn’t bad at all.
“Oh geez,” the man groaned. “I can see baby likes this.”
Well yes, of course. She loved it. She loved sucking cock.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. You’re going to make me cum.”
That was exactly what she wanted. In fact, she couldn’t wait.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “I want to cum on your tits. Come on, baby. Let me cum on your tits.”
No, she wanted to tell him. No, she wanted him to cum in her mouth and then almost as quickly as she’d thought that, she was wondering why she’d thought it.
But she did want it. She wanted to taste his cum in her mouth.
“Come on, baby. I want to cum on your tits.”
Mmm, the blond moaned even as the man’s cock slid from her mouth. She pulled up her top to expose her tits. She hadn’t made the mistake of wearing a bra that day. After all, her tits liked being free so much that she didn’t ever want them to be encumbered in a bra. She wanted him to cum on her tits.
The man grabbed his cock and he started to stroke even as the woman looked up at him. “Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. I can see baby likes this,” he said.
“I love it,” Bonnie moaned.
“I bet you wont me to cum on your tits.”
“I sure do.”
“Okay, baby. Here it comes.”
The man groaned as the first ribbon of cum shot across her tits. That first shot was followed closely by a second ribbon of cum as Bonnie eagerly looked up and watched.
“Oh yeah, baby likes this.”
She didn’t just like it. She loved it, and when he was done cumming on her tits, the man pulled out and slapped his cock against her cheeks.
“So did baby like that,” the man asked.
“I loved it, only ...”
“Only what?”
“Only I was thinking next time, maybe you could cum in my mouth.”
“So you think there’s going to be a next time, do you?”
“Isn’t there?”
“Of course there is, but for now, I think you need to get yourself dressed.”
Yes, he was right.
They didn’t get back to the bleachers a moment too soon because practice was just coming to an end as the two of them returned from the parking lot. There really hadn’t been time to clean up. They’d just barely managed to get their clothes back in place and that was that.
Peter came off the field and all it took was one look at his mom. “Dang, mom. You really are a fucking slut.”
“Peter!”
“What?”
Bonnie’d been about to say something. She was sure of it but then something had distracted her. Well, not something, really. Something special, actually. She was thinking about Mick and his cock and what it would feel like between her legs again.
“Geez, mom.”
She wasn’t really a slut, she tried to tell herself. She was just a slut for Mick’s cock, and there was a difference wasn’t there, and even if there wasn’t a difference, so what. What really mattered was getting fucked by Mick’s cock. In fact, really, that was the only thing that did matter.