"Coach!  Colin tripped me!" I whined, as usual the coach wasn't paying any
attention to the game he was too busy looking at the soccer mom on the
field, my mom.

   "No I didn't I was trying to get the ball!  he's just being a crybaby."
Colin retorted, but it didn't matter either way, the coach was clearly
uninterested in the event and was mainly just annoyed with the interruption
of his gawking.

   "Quit the belly-aching Jessie, sometimes your going to scrape a knee or
bruise an elbow, it's sports son!  man up!"

   "Yeah, girl name, stop whining." Colin gnarled which received a hearty
amount of laughter from the other kids on the team and topped it off with
an infuriating smirk, obviously pleased with getting away with another jab
at my pride.  Colin was the same age as me, but he sure didn't look like
it. He was 6 foot tall, well built and handsome, blonde hair, blue eyes,
the whole shebang and a real jerk to boot.  No wonder all the girls liked
him.  Me on the other hand, pretty much the exact opposite at 5'3 I was a
skinny, pale, nerdy loser and Colin liked to make sure I knew it.  Suffice
to say, I wasn't a hit with the ladies either the only time I ever asked a
girl out was for a school dance and she literally laughed in my face.

   As I got up and wiped the grass and dirt from my knees and palms I heard
the coaches whistle blow, it was break time.  all the kids rushed to the
sidelines to have some snacks and something to drink.  Every week one of
the parents got the duty of providing snacks and drinks and just generally
being around to help out during the soccer practices, this week it was my
moms turn.  there were two small picnic tables for everybody to eat at, I
went to sit down with the one my mom was at but it was full before I got
there.  she looked at me and shrugged lightly, nothing to do about it, I
guess I'll have to go sit at the other table with the coach. 

   From where I was sitting I had a good view of my moms table, and I saw
her sitting across from Colin and talking with him.  all the other kids at
that table were chatting amongst themselves but Colin and my mom were
having a pretty involved conversation with each other.  it seemed like they
were having a pretty good time, they were laughing and joking together, one
might even think they were flirting with each other.  Why is she chatting
with him?  Didn't she see what a jerk he was?  didn't she see how he
tripped me during practice?  he did stuff like that all the time but I was
always too ashamed to tell her about it. Then I noticed something else, he
reached over the table and casually put his hand on top of hers.  I
expected her to pull away immediately and say something but she didn't
instead she looked down at his hand, looked up at him and blushed she
looked almost bashful.  he pulled his hand away before anybody noticed or
it became uncomfortable and continued chatting up my mom.

   I didn't understand.  I was so angry and jealous, I loved my mom so
much, he didn't deserve any of her tenderness.  She was the picture of
beauty, flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, tall and shapely only 36 but she
looked 25, as a matter of fact, Colin looked more like her son than I ever
did.  I must admit, I thought about her sexually sometimes, she was the
only woman who ever really showed me any affection.  the girls at school
where always so mean she wasn't like them at all, she was sweet and kind
and caring she wouldn't fall for a guy like him, she was probably just
being polite I thought to myself.  Break time ended soon and we all headed
back out to the field to continue practice after a short time I noticed
Colin wasn't around doing any drills.  I looked over at the coach who was
fast asleep in the sun with a newspaper over his face.  where did he go?  I
thought, but quickly pushed that thought out of my mind who cares?  he
probably ditched, at least he's gone.

   As practice ended I started a jog towards the sidelines but noticed my
mom wasn't there, she was always at the sidelines at the end of practice
waiting for me.  I started to walk towards the parking lot to where we had
parked and noticed my mom outside the van talking to someone.  It was
Colin. Did he have his hand on her thigh just then?  no way it must have
been my imagination.  As I got closer it looked like she handed him
something, maybe a piece of paper?  what was going on?  they both noticed
me and mom greeted me "Hey, sweetie." she said in her heavenly voice
followed by an innocent peck on the lip and a hug as usual.  She seemed to
have a funny taste on her lips this time but I didn't have much time to
ponder it as I quickly realized who was standing next to us and wiped my
mouth, pretending not to like the way she coddled me.    "What are you two
doing?" I asked coldly.

   "Just talking." my mom said somewhat nervously.

   "About what?" I asked.  My mom opened her mouth but hesitated for a
second, like she was thinking of something to say.

   "Balls, scoring, dribbling, you know soccer stuff." Colin piped up with
a slight chuckle and that same smirk I saw earlier.

   "Heh, yeah." my mom agreed, again nervously.

   "Anyways, we should get going.  It was very nice talking to you Colin."

   "Yeah, we should talk again soon Ms.  Robins." he replied in a tone of
obviously pandering endearment.

   "I would love that." What an odd exchange I thought to myself before
climbing into our minivan which was unusually hot and humid and smelled
somewhat of sweat.  But again I pushed the thought out of my mind.  He was
probably just acting sweet and innocent like he does with the teachers at
school so he doesn't get in trouble when he bullies me.  Still, the whole
situation seemed odd.  The next day at school was also quite odd, I noticed
people staring at me a lot in the hallways and I even heard some of the
kids snickering behind my back.  Do I have a kick me sign on my back or
something?  it wouldn't be the first time someone (guess who) had done
something like that to me.  I went into the boys bathroom to check in the
mirror and see if I could notice anything.  "Hey, loser." are the first
words I hear as I enter the bathroom, It's Colin, I ignore him. 

   "You know, you've got a pretty hot mom, I bet you pull your
little pud to her all the time." His friends laugh, he's always trying to
get under my skin.

   "No I don't, that's gross." I responded but it was a lie.  I did
masturbate thinking of her often and at 4 inches I wasn't very well endowed
either.  The truth of the insult only made it sting all the more.

   "I bet you sniff her panties too you creep, what kind of panties does
you mom wear?"

   "Shut up, I wouldn't know I don't do that kind of stuff, you're the
creep for even thinking it." Again the sting of the truth rang through my
soul I didn't just sniff them, I wore them, jacked off in them and touched
them to my face.  I know its wrong but my mom is so attractive and I love
her so much, it's impossible to resist. 

   "Your mom's definitively the type of lady that wears sexy underwear. 
Probably small, tight, white lace with some kind of frilly lining and a
splash of pink." my eyes widened, she had a pair exactly like Colin had
just described, how did he guess?

   "Shut up!  Fuck you!" I yelped, my voice cracking pathetically in the
process and stormed out of the bathroom and directly into the principles
chest.

   "What did I just hear you say Jessie?"

   "N-nothing." I meekly responded, I knew I was in trouble.  Then Colin
and his friends came strolling out of the bathroom.

   "I think he said 'F you' to me Sir, he was being very rude to us in the
bathroom talking about our mothers and what kind of panties they wear."

   "What!  no I wasn't!  you were talking about my moms panties!" I blurted
out, much to my humiliation and the amusement of every kid in the hallway
who heard it.

   "None of that matters, I heard what you said Jessie and you are getting
after school detention." What a day, I sulked on into class and tried not
to think about the fact that I was going to miss the bus now and would have
to walk home, I wouldn't get in until supper time.  When I got home that
night I was exhausted, my mom was in the kitchen getting ready to make
supper  

   "So, how was your day?" she asked, she always cares.

   "It was fine, I guess." I didn't like to talk  to her about getting
bullied, I didn't want her to think I was a some kind of wimp, even though
I am.

   "You hungry?"

   "Not really, I'm really tired actually, I think I'm just going to go to
sleep." I said and she asked me;

   "How come?" but was interrupted by her cell phone ringing.  "Oh sorry
honey, one sec." I caught a fleeting glance at the name on the phone
'8iq6oi' what a strange name I thought, oh well, I took it as an
opportunity to escape into my room.  As I'm laying in my bed I hear mom
calling me from downstairs.  "Sweetie, that was work calling since you
aren't having dinner I figured it would be okay if I headed out for a bit."
 Jumping at the opportunity for some 'alone time' I quickly replied

   "Yeah, sure, that's okay with me!" and waited until I could hear the
door shut and the car drive off.  Eagerly pulling my pants down I sat at my
computer half naked squeezed some hand lotion into my palm and started an
all too familiar ritual slowly massaging my meagre erection I logged onto
my e-mail.  I was subscribed to many different porn sites and got a daily
inbox full of MILF porn, specifically of the tall, curvy, blonde haired,
blue eyed variety.  But as I'm scanning my e-mail I notice one that stands
out, it's from Colin, how did he get my e-mail address?  he probably got it
from some girl, I've handed it out before in the hopes of starting up a
relationship online, god knows I can't do it in real life.  "Subject:
sorry" Hmm..  "hey dude sorry I was such a dick today here's something to
make it up to you" there was a video file embedded in the e-mail.  Against
better judgement I opened the file, my hard cock still in my hand slimy
from the lotion. 

   The video is really dark and shaky but I can hear a voice...  my moms
voice!  the video quality is terrible and I can't see anything but I know
that's my moms voice!  I would recognize It anywhere.  "Oh god, I can't
believe we're doing this, I think we should stop." my mom says.  What is
this?  what is mom talking about?  what is Colin doing with this?  why did
he send it to me?  questions are racing through my mind.

   "No way." a male voice speaks up "They are going to be out there for
another hour at least and the coach is fast asleep, that's plenty of time."
it sounded like Colin, but there's no way, it couldn't be.  My heart
started to beat faster and my hands started to shake.

   "But what if someone finds out, what if he finds out?"

   "Nobody will find out I promise, he loves playing soccer so much he wont
even notice you're gone, trust me I know, we're friends.  Let me just put
my phone down."  As he does everything starts to come into view.  The
inside of a mini-van, our mini-van, it looks like he propped the phone up
against the door and the ashtray so it is filming the backseat of the van.
I see my mom and, to my dread, Colin.  My heart stops, my throat tightens,
my stomach drops and butterflies start fluttering in my chest.  No, what's
happening?  this can't be what I think it is.  As I think that he leans in
and kisses her, there's a still moment, then she kisses him back,
passionately.  I know now in retrospect after having watched the video
dozens of times that was the moment all abandon was thrown out the window,
along with her shirt and bra. 

   With no thought to consequences she lets him suck on her breasts, so
soft and tender, moaning faintly and running her fingers through his hair,
almost motherly like.  He starts kissing the side of her breasts, then down
to the tender ticklish flesh over her ribs, then back over to her soft
tight stomach and finally her belly button.  As he sucks and licks her tiny
delicate belly button she lets out a slight gasp and he begins un-buttoning
her pants.  He pulls on them firmly and they fall down past her soft thighs
to her knees revealing her "Small, tight, white lace panties with the
frilly lining and a splash of pink."

   My heart begins beating again, faster this time likely to pump the large
amount of blood that is filling my small but bulging erection and my hand
instinctively starts to move up and down, very slowly.  Colin begins
undressing himself, quickly pulling his top off and pulling down his soccer
shorts and underwear to reveal a large thick 10 inch long erection.  My
mother puts her hand over her mouth at the sight of it her eyes grow wide
"Oh, my." she says, before looking back up into his eyes with the most
lustful stare I have ever seen.  I'm in an almost trance like state, I
don't even register what is happening in front of my eyes, like I'm in
shock.  My own mother.  Colin.  My hand still slowly moving up and down my
sticky lotion smeared dick. 

   She takes his cock in her hands slowly rubbing it up and down almost
matching my own rhythm while they make out with each other.  their faces
are less than an inch apart, staring directly into each others eyes as
their tongues twist and knot and dance together like some wet fandango,
saliva running down both their chins.  Her grip on his erection gets
tighter as he starts to pull her panties down her thighs, still lip-locked
and still never looking away from each other.  She pulls away "I want this
inside me." she says, forcefully.  and just like that I'm pulled out of my
trance and the reality of this starts to set in

   "Mommy...no." tears begin to well in my eyes but I start to stroke
slightly faster "Please, not you mommy, not with him.  Don't do it, I love
you." the motion in my hand contradicting the emotion in my brain.  She
presses up against him and positions herself above his cock and begins to
lower her visibly dripping pussy down on his dick.  I plead and beg at the
screen knowing that it has already happened and I can't stop it, but still
hoping I can.  As the head of his dick touches her soft tiny waxed and
hairless pussy lips they both stop for a second and she rubs his knob
against her pussy.

   "You want it in you, don't you?"

   "Oh god yes." she says.

   "Oh god no." I reply.   

   "Me too, I want to fill you up so bad, and I'm going to.  I'm going to
fill you up completely." my mother visibly trembles at the thought.  "Hold
on let me get more comfortable." Colin says as he adjusts himself so he is
now lying down with my mother straddling him preparing herself to fuck his
heavy powerful rod.  Then it happened, she started to press down on his
cock, there's resistance at first, he is big and she is small, it's clearly
a tight fit.  But quickly her pussy envelopes the head of his cock.  I can
only imagine what it feels like, and I have, many times, worse still is
that it looks like it feels even better than I ever thought it would.  He
moans and says "Yeah, fucking sit on it." my mother lets out a moan of her
own, getting louder and more lustful the deeper she pushes him inside of
her

   "ooooOOOOOOH, Yes! fill me!  fill my pussy up!" clearly she had taken a
liking to his phrasing. 

   "Nooo, mom, please." I meekly whimper to myself as I hunched over
drawing myself closer to the computer screen and began "pulling my
little pud" with a much more solid rhythm than before.  She reaches the
hilt of his shaft, her petite pussy lips twitching around its base.  She
has a look of deep satisfaction on her face, clearly pleased with having
mounted such a large and thick cock.

   "I can't believe how big you are, I've never in my life had such a
big..." trailing off into a breathy moan.

   "Yeah, you like 'em big don't you?"

   "Mmm, yes." my mother replies zombie-like. 

   This revelation makes me look down at my own cock, small and skinny and
I start to sob gently, I'll never be big enough for her, not even close,
not after him.  I hate him so much.  I'm sobbing heavily now but I raise my
eyes back up at the glowing screen and with shameless abandon begin
masturbating furiously.  "Ride me." Colin says demandingly, my mother
begins to lift herself up his shaft revealing just how wet and sloppy her
pussy is.  His cock glistens, even his belly glistens from when she was sat
on it.  Her pussy is literally drooling on his broad solid pole as beads of
clear slick juice roll down his shaft. Then she drops herself back down on
him

   "Ugh!...Uh...Yeah...Yes!...Fuck!...Me...Fuck me!...Ugh...Fuck
me!...Hard!...Fuck me deep!" my mother grunts obscenely and in time with
her sopping puss dropping down onto his cock.

   "Yeah...Take it...Fuck yeah!...You slut!...Ride me...  Bitch!...Fuck
me!" Colin replies degradingly, every insult out of his mouth is like a
dagger in my back and every breath of pleasure out of hers is like one in
my heart.  Her pink silky skin starts to shine with a thin layer of sweat,
beads roll down her shapely curves accentuating her lascivious body.  The
soggy wet noises of love making that their thoroughly entangled genitals
are making are matched by the pathetic shlicking sounds of my creamy hand
and prick.  My sobbing, now reduced to gentle but steady whimpering makes
for a suitably pitiful soundtrack. I can see my mothers body start to tense
up.

   "I'm going to cum...I'm about to cum!" her downward thrusts became
quicker and more shallow.

   "Yeah, cum on me!" every time I hear his voice I cringe and my cock
twitches slightly.  She tenses up, her muscles firm and frozen, she stops
moving completely.  But Colin doesn't, he wants more, he wants to give her
more, so he begins thrusting violently upwards into her pussy.  it causes
my mother to shriek loudly as she trembles with convulsions of pure
pleasure and her eyes roll back into her head "I can feel your
pussy cumming, I can feel it spasming around my cock!" she tries to say
something in response but I can't quite make it out exactly, some
incoherent combination of slutty grunts and dirty talk. Her body begins to
relax and she slumps over the backseat.  Her eyelids are half shut and she
looks exhausted, Colin's thrusting has slowed and become jerky.  "I'm going
to bust my nut!" he says crudely which seems to sober my mom up and she
quickly shouts;

   "Not inside!" He pulls out and they both wordlessly go to their
respective positions; her crouched down on the floor at his waist and him
standing up with his head crooked against the roof of the van.  She swiftly
puts him inside her mouth and begins to suck.  She sucks him deep and
caresses and cradles his balls too, I can even see her tongue darting
around inside her mouth and around his cock through movements in her
flushed cheeks. 

   "UGH!" he grunts like an animal and tenses up but my mother keeps him in
her mouth, she doesn't stop sucking, or licking, or cradling.  I can see
every load he shoots into her heavenly velvety mouth through the pulses of
his shaft, there are many.  Six to be exact, I counted.  She pulls him out
of her mouth and rests his knob on her lips as she swallows his spunk. 
There are two hard, heavy swallows, the kind you do when you have something
thick like peanut butter stuck in the back of your throat.  As she is
swallowing his gunk a pool of thick white jizz is oozing out of his cock
and puddling on her full luscious puckered lips, which she then
purposefully and lustfully licks.  She finishes him off by giving him a
soft gentle peck on the tip of his dick, the same kiss she would give me on
my lips only moments later.

   "Oh god, that was amazing Ms.  Robins."

   "Mmmmmm, it sure was, big boy." those last words repeat in my head "Big
boy." my mind stops for a moment, though my hand doesn't and I come to a
realization It wasn't "8iq6oi" on my moms caller ID, it was "Bigboi" the
realization makes my spine jerk and a shiver shoots down it from my neck to
my hips and then straight up into my dick, the head balloons as blood
rushes into it, my shaft twitches strongly and I shoot the largest single
rope of cum I have ever shot accompanied by an orgasm that goes down to my
toes and causes my head to arch backwards as the thick rope drops back down
onto my own face, stinging my eye and coiling up inside my open gasping
mouth. 

   Although my eye did hurt from the salty discharge, they were streaming
with tears for other reasons.  Wiping my shame off of my face and spitting
it out of my mouth I slink dejectedly into my bed and try to cry myself to
sleep but soon hear a car pull into the driveway and the front door open
and shut, mom is home.  I hear her climbing up the stairs and walking down
the hall towards my room and she softly speaks outside my door "Honey are
you awake?" I don't answer, the door slowly creaks open.  Quiet footsteps
make their way to me and I feel her weight as she sits down on the edge of
my bed careful not to wake me "Good night sweetie." she caresses my hair
and gives me an innocent peck on the lips, there is a familiar taste,
although this time I cannot wipe it away.



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