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Let’s start off with a little introduction about me and my past. I’m a 38 year old woman that was married but since the little prick couldn’t keep it in his pants, I ended up being divorced. That said, he did love having a trophy wife and some real arm candy to show off to his friends and co-workers. Being that he was successful and his inclinations to show me off, it never bothered him for me to go off and spend some of his money on some plastic surgery.
I mean, I was already hot, there’s no question about that. I had a nice ass, decent sized tits and always worked out to keep myself in shape. That said, there’s nothing wrong with a little augmentation. So what if I wanted fatter lips, a tighter ass, and bigger tits? Yes, I might have turned myself into a bimbo but it’s not like all the men don’t appreciate it. Sure, the wives at my son’s games bitch and snicker but fuck those cunts. Not my fault they couldn’t afford to get the work done.
So anyways, there I was, 38 years old and a bonafide bimbo. I had a son with my ex husband. I always called him Mikey ever since he was a little kid. By the time we get to this story, Mikey was 18 and getting ready to go off to college. He always loved playing sports but he wasn’t always the best. His dad used to always make pretty big donations to the schools he attended so that used to always get him a fair amount of playing time. My husband wasn’t really a dick to his son so he was still going to pay for college but my son kind of got the impression he was better than he actually was and had hopes of making it on a sports scholarship.
During my son’s senior year in high school, the school got this new soccer coach. Soccer was my son’s primary sport. The coach was a twenty something year old, some guy that got hurt playing pro sports and didn’t have a lot of other options. So here’s this cocky young stud coming into a high school to be a coach and well, he didn’t think much of my son’s playing so as the season went on, he got to play less and less each game.
Look, I love my son and I have no delusions as to what his skills are. I kind of see what the coach was getting at but at the same time, it’s my son. I love the kid and don’t want to see him moping around because he doesn’t get to play as much. I had a few talks with the coach, trying to see if maybe my son could get some extra training, get him better and then that way he could get more time on the field. Needless to say, the coach was very helpful. “Have to do what’s best for the team.” “No one likes to lose.” Blah, blah, blah. Ok, I get it but come on. The poor kid is depressed.
About halfway through the season, my son overheard some of the other guys on the team talking about these college scouts that were going to come out to one of the games. He got really excited and couldn’t wait to tell me about it. Not sure why but something clicked in the poor kids head that they might be there to watch him and wanted to recruit him. Poor kid. He’s just so naive sometimes. Well, he and I talked about it for a while and I was trying to make sure he didn’t get his hopes up too high but also didn’t want to burst the poor guy’s bubble.
This poor kid just wasn’t going to let it go and asked me to go talk to his coach one more time about how much time he got on the field. I figured it was worth a shot. I dialed up the school and got the coaches information and went down to see him at his house. Yes, I’m aware schools don’t usually do stuff like that but with as much money as my ex put into that place, you look the way I do, and all of the administrators are men, I can pretty much get anything I want, except for my son to get more playing time apparently.
Anyways, I drive up to the coaches house in my Range Rover (yes, alimony rocks when you have a rich husband. Main reason I didn’t get remarried) and get out of my car. I take a quick look at my hair and makeup in the vanity mirror (I guess that’s why they call them “vanity” mirrors?) and when I’m satisfied everything is in place, I step out of my car. I pull down my tank top trying unsuccessfully to cover my flat and toned tummy. These big fake tits never let my shirts fall down as far as they need to go. I try hiking up my shorts which is also hard to do with this big firm ass of mine and start walking up the path to the coaches front door with my heels clacking the whole way.
I get to the front door and ring the bell, giving myself another quick once over looking at my reflection in the glass door. I hear some footsteps by the front door, see a shadow through the peephole but then there’s a long pause before I hear the door start to open. Was he staring at me through the peephole? The door knob turns and then there he is. Oh my! This cocky twenty something year old has a great body. This young thing came to the door only wearing shorts. I mean, I can’t blame him, it is his house after all.
I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over his firm pecs, toned arms, chiseled abs then snapped back to reality trying to remember Batıkent Escort why I was there. “Hi, Chris. I’m Jess, Mikey’s mom. I know we’ve talked about this before but we really need to find a way to get Mikey some more playing time.”
He took a bit of a delayed pause for a few seconds. Was he really just checking me out? “Hi, Jess. Look, we’ve been over this. Mikey having more time on the field just isn’t want to team needs right now.”
“I get it, Chris. My son isn’t the best player on the team but the college recruiters are coming to the next few games and he kind of has the wrong impression.”
“Jess, do you want to come in and talk about it? I don’t really see how this can change but maybe I can explain it a little better to you.”
I stepped through the threshold and walked into the house. I guess he must have made some pretty good money the few years he did play professionally because his house was much nicer than any other guy his age. He probably had a maid too because no guy his age kept their house this clean, that’s for sure. I walked into the living room and took a quick look around. Was it just me or did he have his eyes on my ass the whole time?
“Jess, why don’t you have a seat?”
“Look, I know this is important to you but I have to consider all of the other kids and their parents too. Most of all, it’s what’s best for the team.”
As he’s talking, I can see his eyes darting around. Yes, I know my tits are great and all but could you at least talk to my face. This young, athletic stud is just sitting here in his living room, eyeing me up. Am I getting flustered? Did I just see his shorts twitch? Oh my god. His dick is tenting in his shorts. That thing looks pretty big. Did I just bite my lip?
“Chris, you’re a nice guy and all. I get that you played professionally, you’re clearly still very fit and in great shape (did I really just say that?) but there has to be a way we can get Mikey some more playing time, at least while the scouts are around.”
“Well, Jess. I’ll make you a deal. Maybe you and I get a little playing time in together and then Mikey can have some more playing time.”
Ok, maybe I’m a little bit of a ditz. Did he just suggest what I think he suggested?
“Hold on. What exactly are you implying?”
Ok, sure. He’s a stud and judging from that bulge in his shorts, not like he couldn’t make me happy. That said, sleep with my son’s coach so he gets more time on the field? I know I kind of fit the bimbo stereotype here but come on now.
“Jess, you’ve been divorced for a few years now. I know you can’t be getting a lot of attention at home. I definitely think you’re sexy as hell. The way I see it, we’re killing three birds with one stone. You get some much needed attention, Mikey gets more time on the field, and I get to fuck you instead of beating off just thinking about you tonight.”
Ok, sure I’m a little flattered that this hot and sexy twenty-something year old is coming on to me. Would I hate it if I slept with him? Probably not but am I really that kind of mother?
“You’ve got some balls on you, Chris.”
I took a quick cursory glance down at his crotch right as his cock twitched. Yes, this man had way more than standard equipment. Is it getting hot in here all of a sudden? Why am I clenching my legs together?
Chris scoots a little bit closer to me on the couch not even trying to make a discreet attempt at staring at my tits that are pushed up in a little half cup bra inside of this tight little tank top. Yes, they’re big and they’re on display but he could have the decency of not making it so obvious. As he slides over, I see more of his cock imprinted in his shorts. I can’t tell how big that thing is but it’s certainly bigger than anything I’ve ever had before. Our thighs are now touching and he reaches over to put his hand on my leg before finally looking back up at my face.
“Look, Jess. It’s not like you don’t know that any guy that sees you wants to have sex with you. I’ve been coaching your kid and seeing you come out to practice and the games for a few months. I’d feel a whole lot better about giving him some more playing time in front of the scouts if I just had the chance to fuck you instead of having to go back to bed tonight and imagine it while I jerk off thinking about you again.”
As he said that, it made me blush. Sure, it’s not a surprise that some guy is coming on to me but it’s been a while since someone this attractive and young has. Oh my God! Is his cock still getting bigger in his shorts? My pussy is starting to get hot and wet thinking about how big that thing actually is.
“Chris, come on. You can’t be serious. I’m like fifteen years older than you. There must be someone your own age you need to chase after.”
“Why would I want to do that when I have you right here?”
Chris then grabbed my hand and placed it right on his crotch, my palm resting against his shaft and his fingers Beşevler Escort trying to close my fingers around it. It is fucking huge! I’ve never even imagined anything so big before! I’m still not sure what this thing looks like. Why am I stroking it? I don’t really want this, do I?
I look down at my hand, fingers slowly tightening around this young stud’s huge cock and slowly working my hand up and down a little over his shorts restricted by the fabric. I look back up at his eyes and his eyes are shifting back and forth from my legs, to my hand on his cock, back to my tits before eventually looking up into my eyes. He reaches for the back of my head and without hesitation starts to bring his mouth close to mine, stopping just a couple of inches from our lips touching.
I just couldn’t help myself. I quickly closed the gap pressing my lips hard against his and working my tongue into his mouth. This young hunk had some control over me and we’ve barely even started. My hand started pressing more firmly on his cock, my fingernails digging into the fabric of his shorts threatening to tear through it wanting to get my hand firmly seated around that monster tool of his. Chris grabbed my face with both of his hands pulling my mouth tight against his as his tongue made it’s way past my lips and slid over mine. I started to lose it. I was on fire!
Before I even knew what was happening, we were both up on our feet and the clothes started flying. First went my tank top, then his. Chris reached down and quickly undid the clasp on my shorts working them down over my tight, big, bubbly, phat, milf ass then sliding them down my toned thighs and calves before I could kick them off. Here I stood in front of my son’s soccer coach in only a half cup pink lace bra, a matching thong, and my heels. Chris, now standing in front of me in just his shorts, grabbed my shoulders and sat me back down on the couch looking down at my face.
“Ok, Jess. Let’s see if you can get Mikey his first 20 minutes of time on the field.”
As he said that, his fingers went to the button on his shorts and undid them. Next, he started to slowly pull down the zipper on his shorts. My eyes were wide with anticipation just dying to see how big the beast of a cock was actually going to be. As he peeled back each side of his shorts I started to feast my eyes on a cock shaft fatter than I ever thought could even exist on a man. He slowly pushed his shorts down and inch by inch as he went, there was inch by inch more cock to see. Finally, he shoved his shorts down to the floor and out flopped what must have been the biggest cock on the planet. How did he ever fit that thing into those tiny shorts that soccer players wear? He stepped out of his shorts and grabbed the base of his cock bringing the tip just a couple of inches away from my mouth.
“Well, Jess. Is Mikey going to get his playing time?” He asked as he snickered at me waving his enormous rod in my face. I tentatively start to open my lips trying to figure out just how wide I had to stretch my mouth to even accommodate this beast of a dick. I practically started to drool. I didn’t need any more convincing. This wasn’t about getting Mikey playing time anymore. This was going to be all about me pleasuring myself with this gorgeous fuck stick right infront of my face.
I reached my hand out to take hold of his shaft and slowly closed the distance between my lips and the tip of his cock. I could see a little bit of pre cum already smeared across the tip, sticking my tongue out and licking it off his shiny, glistening knob. I drew my tongue back into my mouth, savoring that wonderful warm taste on my tongue then opening my mouth as wide as I possibly could and wrapping my lips around his giant tool. It was definitely over a foot long and fatter than my wrist.
I sealed my lips around his knob and started swirling my tongue on the underside of the bulbous instrument in my mouth. Chris started to groan, bringing a hand down to the back of my head and applying just enough pressure to signal to me that he wanted me to take more of it in my mouth. I didn’t need any encouragement. I wanted it. I just wasn’t sure how much was going to fit.
My mouth was watering like crazy as I kept teasing his mushroom head with my lips and tongue, his cock spreading my lips open so wide spit was running out of the corners of my mouth and landing on his shaft and dripping down onto my big tits. I brought my hand up to his shaft barely being able to touch my other hand on the opposite side. I pulled my mouth back from his cock and spit onto his shaft rubbing it in eagerly with both my palms as I started stroking his shaft up and down so eager to please his man meat.
I took his cock back into my mouth and worked hard to get as much of his shaft past my lips as I could. I pushed my head forward hard feeling the tip against the back of my throat with barely half of his shaft in my mouth, both my hands still stroking his rod, feeling it twitch and jerk Büyükesat Escort in my hands as I kept pleasing it. I started working my mouth back and forth on his cock moaning around it as I loved the taste and the feeling of how full it made my mouth. Back and forth my mouth went until I was able to relax my throat and accept some more of his shaft, eventually gagging from his girth. There was no way I could get all of this monster cock into my throat.
As I kept working my mouth over this gorgeous piece of man meat, a fire lit inside me like I had never felt before. I started to crave more of it, not wanting to let it go from my mouth. I was fixated on this enormous cock and I knew I would never be able to get enough of it. I looked up at Chris, his eyes looking down at me as I struggled to accommodate his dick in my mouth, a big knowing smile spreading across his lips as I worked feverishly, spit running down his shaft slicking up my hands as I worked them up and down.
He reached down and grabbed the back of my head and started pumping his hips. Not much different from the other men I’ve sucked, the tell tale sign of a man wanting to blow his load down your throat. I didn’t care. At this point, I needed that cum. I pulled my mouth back some, wrapping my lips around the tip as my two hands held on tightly to his huge shaft and stroked him for all I was worth. I started to swirl my tongue around the glands making Chris groan as he started to hold my head a little more firmly now. I know he was almost there.
As soon as I felt the first twitch of his cock, I eased my mouth back and kept my lips open feeling his shaft throb in both of my hands as the first spurt of his warm hot cum spread across my face. God! It felt so delicious to feel it landing on my face. It splattered across my lips, nose, chin, eyes and forehead all on the first shot and there was so much more yet to cum judging by the size of his balls. I kept stroking his cock, milking it for all that I could get as he shot again and again. I grabbed his cock and aimed it down on my chest, the last two shots covering my big fake tits and tank top in his milky cock juice.
I felt his cock stop jerking and wrapped my lips back around his tip, my tongue attacking his swollen head to get any remnants of his delicious cum. I pulled his cock from my mouth and ran it across my chin and cheeks collecting more of his cum for me to suck off of it. He was looking down at me with this mischievous smile the whole time. I knew what he was thinking, and we was right. He definitely found himself a dirty little cum slut. What? I can’t help it. It just taste and feels so fucking good!
After I got done collecting most of the cum from my face using his cock and then licking and sucking him clean, I took my hands off of his cock and expected it to just fall between his legs. Wrong. This man not only had a cock to rival some of the world’s largest dildos but it also stayed hard right after cumming. Oh my god! My pussy was creaming itself wondering what this monster would feel like inside of me.
Trying not to let on that I could be a slave to his cock. I mean, it’s not like I’m a straight up whore or anything. I started to stand, taking my fingers and collecting as much cum off of my tits as I could before bringing them to my mouth and licking them clean. There weren’t any tissues around so not like I had much of a choice. I looked back at Chris as I was sucking on my last cum covered finger and he had that knowing look on his face still.
“Well, I guess that should earn your son a good twenty minutes on the field.”
“Are you fucking kidding? That had to be the best blowjob you ever had. No woman has ever handled your cock that well and you’re telling me he’s only getting twenty minutes out of that?”
“You could try to work him up to a whole game.”
As he said that, he reached for my hips with both of his hands, grabbing me firmly and pulling me closer to him. He leaned forward and gave me a kiss though we couldn’t really lean into each other because his enormous cock was keeping us apart by pushing against my pussy through my shorts, not allowing for us to get any closer. Like I said, he was still very hard at this point.
Chris clearly didn’t mind the taste of his own cum on my lips which is such a fucking turn on for me. Mmmmm! I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in tighter, standing up on my tip toes so his cock would wedge itself between my legs and rub up against my pussy as I slowly ground myself onto it. My big tits were pressing into his chest still covered by the cum soaked tank top I was wearing. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off of him tossing it to the side and then he reached for mine, peeling it away from my body since it was sticky with his cum.
He reached behind me and unhooked my bra faster than anyone before ever had. He’s certainly done that more than just a few times. I grabbed the cups of my bra holding them against my breasts and pulled back away from him giving him a little tease. I slowly pulled the bra away from my big fake tits and let him feast his eyes on those beauties. I gotta say, there are some nice fake tits out there but I made sure I hired the best damn plastics guy I could find. Mine are just fucking amazing.
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