I shoot the last basket
And everyone cheers.
We won! We did it!
We are the victors!
.
We gather to celebrate
My team hollers and jumps
I’m exhausted and happy
High fives, fist bumps
.
Coach shakes my hand
While my father embraces
His new wife smiles on
A sparkle in her gazes
.
I’m relieved from the pressure
Of needing a win but doubting
The after party, I’m there but halfway
Quick to go home, get relaxing
.
I’m beat up eaten up
And all of dog-tired,
A long hot soothing shower
And then I’ll expire
.
The steam billows and clouds,
Fills the air, fogs the mirror.
Someone knocks on the door
My blonde step-mom’s standing there.
.
“Hey, I’m naked,” I tell her,
“And you’re letting my heat out.”
She closes the door, turns and says,
“There’s no need to shout.
.
“You were the star of the game,
Your opponents you sent to the floor,
I just wanted to congratulate, maybe
Massage your arms, they look sore.”
.
She smiles, she winks,
She opens the shower door.
“I promise I won’t look,” she says,
“Now turn around, I implore.”
.
From shoulder to tanned legs below
Her nightshirt is long, loose, and thin.
I am teased, intrigued, tantalized,
By the swells and curves hinted within.
.
She’s my father’s new bride
This makes her off limits
But taboos excite and tempt me
Gnawed at by what they prohibit
.
So my back, I present to her,
Her fingers knead my shoulders
Her strokes rub my sinews
Strong, supple, curing and tender
.
The knots she works loose,
She ministers with attention.
Yet my cock twitches and swells,
With a different kind of tension.
.
“You look just like your father,
You’re a handsome young man,”
Her voice, hot and sweet in my ear
“Thank you,” I say, deadpan.
.
The hot shower still sprays on
My dick, now flush with erection.
“Oh, my shirt,” she cries out, “It’s wet!”
She was hit by the water’s projection.
.
I turn round, eager to see,
The fruits of my plan coming through.
The wet shirt clings to her tits, her nipples
And she sees my cock, my balls, too.
.
Her jaw drops in shock and scandal,
She’s staring down at my crotch.
My thick, veiny member flexes,
Surges, enjoys being watched.
.
“Nice piercings,” I say, “On your tits”
Spraying her with water some more.
I study their shape, their perfection,
And her pussy, as the water pours
.
“So sexy,” I tell her, staring unashamed
She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t run, doesn’t hide
Instead reaches out, reaches forward
Her hand, nervous, hovers by my side.
.
I encourage her, thrust my hips,
After all, isn’t this why she’s here?
We both want it, both need it,
Bonding, mother-son, growing endeared.
.
She looks at me wide-eyed, bashful, flush,
But her hand, it makes contact
I moan, groan with her touch,
Knowing she’s watching me react.
.
Slowly, her grip grows and strengthens,
Running up, down the length of my shaft.
Her hesitation thins, pace steadies,
Shows her expertise at her craft.
.
I grab her chest, pinch her nipple,
thumb her piercing. She bites her lip
Step-mom pumps my cock hard, aggressive,
I’m panting, in heaven, a bead builds on the tip.
.
Her expression grows intense, grows lusty,
She licks her teeth, she’s a tease.
I’m holding on, but just barely,
When she drops to her knees.
.
Plush, thick lips kiss my cock.
Now I’m the one who’s surprised.
A little teasing, some groping,
That was the plan I’d devised.
.
Her mouth downs the entire length
Of my shaft, hard as steel pipes
I’ve never been swallowed so deep
Let me tell you, it lives up to the hype
.
Her nose at my hips, her tongue lapped
My balls, swollen, ready and twitching,
“Oh fuck,” I grunt, holding her down
She winks up at me, bewitching.
.
The sucking, squeezing, slurping,
That alone, I’ve never felt stronger.
But the wink did it, pushed me over,
I can hold back no longer.
.
My cock pulses, surges, my balls tense.
The cum jets from me, uncorked in her throat.
She sputters, white streams spill from her mouth,
Drip down her chin, making a coat.
.
The climax shoots through me,
As her sucking lips clean all.
She shows her mouth filled with spunk,
While her hands squeeze my balls.
.
She smiles, swallows, grins all flirty,
Then gives me one final lick.
She bats playfully at my cock.
Says, “Hot damn son, you’re thick.”
.
As she stands, I reach for her pussy,
But she pushes me away with a grin.
“That’s for your father,” she says,
“Unless you bring home another win.
.
“I’m a trophy wife, after all.”
Her pun makes her giggle.
She lifts her shirt, shows off
Her pussy, gives her tits a jiggle.
.
She leaves, closes the door, me alone
To jack it, still needing more.
On the ball court, new drive, new purpose
To make my step-mother my whore.
.
.
.
UNRELATED BONUS HAIKUS
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pumping, thrusting, heat
spunk, thick ropes, mix with sweat
her nipples dripping
.
thighs squeezing my ears
moaning, writhing, fists twist the sheets
back arched, eyes shut, flush
.
your hand, so tender
teases me, firmly demanding
you controlling me
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