FYI – I have created an archive post on my profile page where you can access all of the previously released sections of the on going saga that is…SOCCER MOM
The hotly anticipated follow up to Soccer Mom is here, eagerly anticipated by dozens. DOZENS I SAY.
Note that in part III, I slow things down a bit. I kind of painted myself into a corner by starting out by throwing so many sexually fantasies into two short parts. I hope you don’t get too frustrated by it, and I promise, things will pick up very quickly in the future installments. ENJOY!
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The warmth of the sun on my face gently rocks me out of the best sleep of my life. I don’t fully believe the events of the night before until I wipe the crust from my eyes and find that, other than a soft blanket draped over top of me, I am completely naked on a couch in a strange living room.
No one is in the room but me, and it is eerily quiet. I locate my clothes in a neat pile by the couch and put them on. Normally, I struggle putting jeans on first thing right out of bed, morning wood being an almost daily issue for me, but I look down to see my dick resting limp and lifeless between my legs. Not a surprise after the intense workout I gave it last night.
I notice the coffee table has been placed back in its original spot, with a fresh shine on it. No traces of the rope of cum I blasted all over it. A bit of a relief since there was no way I could afford to buy her another one.
I stand and look around the room, unsure of what the proper procedure is the morning after something like that. I presume this is the same as waking up hungover at a house party. You gather your things and what shred dignity you have left, then silently make your way out the door.
I do my keys, phone, wallet dance with my hands, ensuring they are all where they should be, and make my way down the hallway towards the front door. I walk softly with my shoes in my hands, like a cat burglar making his exit. I get less than halfway towards the front door before I am stopped.
“Where are you off to?” Lauren’s voice calls out from another room.
I turn around but no one is there. I sheepishly make my way down the hall, looking in each room as I pass.
“I’m in the kitchen. Come on in and join me.”
With a better read on her location, I head down the opposite end of the hall and into the kitchen. It’s just as modern as the rest of the house, with an open concept design and shimmering black countertops.
Lauren is leaning just behind the breakfast counter. She has traded in her cocktail dress for a sports bra with knee high leggings. She has her hair tied up in a pony tail and her body is glistening with a fresh lair of perspiration.
“You weren’t trying to sneak out on me, were you?” she said as she took a long drink from her water bottle.
“Well no, I just assumed…” I pause as I search for the right words, “You were done with me.”
She snorts and chokes on her water, lowering her mouth into her arm as she coughs. “Way to make a lady feel special.” She regains her composure after the coughing fit. “Do I really come off so crass?”
“No, no you’re great.” I quickly blurt out, doing my best to ease the tension. “It’s just that, I thought the sex was all you wanted.”
She dabs her mouth with a towel she has resting on her neck. “I guess I can’t blame you, that has been the extent of our relationship so far, but I assure you, I still see you as a human being.” She smiles and looks at my waist, “Not just a nice dick for me to use when the mood strikes.”
Being told someone sees you as a human being shouldn’t feel like a compliment, but it warms me to my core to hear Lauren say it. I’d have no problem with her using me, but it’s much more welcoming to know that I can actually have a conversation with her.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sound so cold. You really have been nothing but great to me so far. I just didn’t want to accidentally make more of this than it was” I said.
“I know I can come off as overly confident and at times, a bit dominating, but that’s just how I get when I’m caught up in the moment.”
Dominating is an understatement. Each of our sexual encounters so far have involved me turning to putty in her hands, letting her play and mold me into whatever she wanted.
I rub my neck nervously. “Maybe, I don’t know, we can use this rare opportunity of no sexual tension to get to know each other a little better.” my eyes roam around the room, too afraid to make eye contact while I say it.
She grins, “I don’t know if I would say there is no sexual tension.”
My cock twinges in my pants.
I am only half awake and we are both fully clothed, but I still have a strong desire for her. Even with her hair frizzy, cheeks flushed red and her body sopped in sweat, I want to hold her close to me and feel her heat radiating off her body.
She cuts the tension by clicking the lid closed on her water bottle and setting it beside her. “But you’re right, we should take a little time to get to know each other.” She gives me an inquisitive look. “So what do you do?”
I have no clue how to answer her questions. The truth being, I don’t do anything. I just lay around all day, watching shows and movies in between running errands and doing chores for my parents. I dress up my answer the best I can to avoid sounding too pathetic.
‘I’m taking a gap year from college. You know, trying to figure out what I want to do with my life.”
I’m relieved to see her nod agreeably. “I wish somebody had told me to do that when I went to school. Maybe I would have ended up with something more useful than a marketing degree.” She laughs at herself and I join in with a smile.
I take the moment of levity to turn the focus back to her. “So what do you do?”
“Well it’s funny you should mention a gap year, because I guess you could say I am taking a midlife gap year.” Her bright smile fades as she takes a more serious tone. “After my divorce, I was lost. I had spent that last several years as a faithful stay at home mom and then, it was just over.”
“I’m sorry, that must have been hard for you.” I said, trying my best to sound consoling.
“I always suspected my husband was cheating, the telltale signs were all there. Working late all the time, sudden week long business trips, coming home with his clothes stinking of strange perfumes.” she sighs. “But I chose to ignore it all. Ignorance is bliss, I suppose. It wasn’t until I found him balls deep in his secretary that I actually stood up for myself.” She lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Can you believe it? His secretary. What a fucking cliche.”
I try to reach for something comforting to say, but before I can, she drops another bombshell.
“The cheating wasn’t even the worst part. After making it clear we were over, I went out and got the best divorce lawyer money could buy. I was prepared to do anything to ensure I got at least majority custody of our daughter. She’s my world. But as it turns out, it was a waste of money. He outright gave me full custody. The piece of shit wanted nothing to do with his little girl. He said she was a liability for the new lifestyle that he wanted.”
The fire and passion in her voice begins to grow. “Can you fucking believe it? His own flesh and blood and he wanted nothing to do with her. We’ve been divorced for almost a year and he still hasn’t come to see her. He’s only talked to her twice on the phone since. Once was to wish her happy birthday, two fucking weeks after the actual day.”
Her story is devastating to hear. A wave of guilt crashes into my stomach. Until now, I have only seen her as the drop dead gorgeous blonde bombshell and not someone with their own feelings and insecurities, and here I am shaming her for treating me like a piece of meat.
I try to reach down for something profound to say, but all I can come up with is, “I’m…I’m so sorry.”
She carefully wipes the corners of her eyes and then fans her face. “Goodness, I think some of the sweat must have run off into my eyes.” She laughs, likely in hopes to brighten the mood.
“Don’t you go pitying me. It all worked out for the best. Thanks to the hefty child support and alimony checks I receive every month, I have been able to create a wonderful new life for me and my daughter. I can spend all day with her and make sure she feels loved. Then I can use the time that she is either at school or off doing activities to focus on the life I want. That’s why I would say we are both on a gap year.”
I can’t help but smile as she beams with pride. As awful of a start as she has had, she does seem truly happy.
“Your daughter is a lucky girl.”
“Thank you, I try my best.”
We take a moment and just smile at each other.
“Well I don’t know about you, but I need a shower.” She said, standing up straight from the counter she was leaning on. “ I teach a peloton class a couple times a week which is why I am so disgusting right now.”
As she heads towards the hallway, I can’t help but fantasize about what one of her classes must be like. To be huffing and puffing on a bike while Lauren barks orders at me from a tiny screen. How mesmerizing it must be to watch her lean forward and see her large breasts pouring out of her tight sports bra. Watching as they swivel back and forth while she pumps her long, sexy legs on the bike. I imagine she teaches a full class every time, made up almost exclusively of old horny men.
Before I can drift further into my fantasy, I am hit in the face with a damp towel. I look over and Lauren is standing in the kitchen doorway. “Aren’t you coming?” she asks.
I just stare at her, bewildered.
“After last night I’m sure a dirty little boy such as yourself could use a good cleaning.”
I toss the towel on the counter and quickly get in step behind her.
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She slides the glass door to the shower open and turns the water on. A stream of water pours from the shower head and into Lauren’s hand as she feels it to gauge the temperature. It’s a standing shower with marble tile wrapped all along the walls. Likely built for one but I can tell that we each will have no problem sharing the space. Not that I wouldn’t mind having to climb into a cramped space with her, our naked bodies having no choice but to be pressed together.
After a few seconds of checking the water temperature, Lauren turns to me and looks me up and down. “Are you planning to shower in your clothes?”
I gawk at my body as if I am surprised to see that I am still fully dressed. “Ahh no, sorry. Just give me a sec.”
I begin pulling my shirt over my head but Lauren stops me. “Here.” She said, “Let me help.”
I release my shirt but keep my hands raised. She grabs it and pulls it over my head. She then crouches down and undoes my belt and fly. She grabs a firm hold of the waistline of my jeans and underwear and pulls them down to my ankles. As soon as they pass my thighs, my erect cock bursts out, bouncing like a jack in the box directly in front of her face.
“My, oh my, look who is up early.” she said with a seductive giggle.
I long for the feeling of her hands wrapped around my hard cock. To feel her firm grip wrap around the shaft and then the inevitable moist warmth of her mouth. But she doesn’t grab it this time, all I feel is a slight breeze from her body as she stands up straight.
She lifts her hands in the air. “My turn.”
I place my fingers inside the sides of her damp sports bra and pull it over her head, causing her massive breasts to bunch up against her chin just before exploding out the bottom of the skin tight top. They bounce seductively before resting against my chest. Because of her height, I have to lean in and stand on my toes to get the top completely over her body, which causes my hard cock to press against her body.
“Careful with that thing.”
I take a step back, fiddling with the sweaty sports bra in my hands. “My bad.” I said. “I was having a little trouble getting your top over your head.”
“It’s no problem, but I think you forgot something.” She points down at her leggings.
I crouch down and peel the shorts down to her ankles. Soaked in sweat, it takes several pulls before they reach their destination. Once off, I stay crouched, now eye to eye with her smooth pussy. I contemplate my next move, do I simply stand, or should I take the initiative and grab her by the waist and thrust my tongue inside of her.
But before I can decide, she steps away and into the shower. Her figure becomes obscured in the steam building behind the glass doors. She slides the door closed behind her and for a moment, I am confused. Everything is going exactly as it always has up to this point but now I am having a hard time reading her. She is like a cat, playing with its prey before devouring it. Do I simply wait to be devoured then?
Before I can overthink it anymore, she answers my questions. She presses her large breast against the glass door, causing them to stretch and cover what seems like half the glass. She rubs them in slow, long circles, wiping up all the condensation they touch and giving me a clearer picture of her pristine, naked body in the shower.
I can’t help but grab my cock and gently stroke it, the sight of her performance is too much for me to stand idle to. Then, she presses her supple lips against the glass and gives it a long kiss, leaving an impression on the steamy glass.
I can’t bear to just watch her any longer and climb in through the other side of the sliding door. I am consumed by steam the second I get inside. The warm mist relaxes my body, well, most of my body. My cock remains throbbing, yearning for Lauren’s soft touch.
“And here I thought I was going to have to shower alone.” Lauren said.
“Not a chance.” I said. “I was just admiring the show you were putting on”.
“Lucky for you, this is an interactive show.” She curls her finger at me, gesturing for me to get close. I hold my arms out to embrace her but she presses her hand against my chest, stopping me just a few inches from her soft body. “Not so fast. Mommy needs to get you nice and clean first.”
It’s then that I notice she has a small loofa in her hand. She squeezes it and pours soapy foam all over her hand and floor. She holds it to my chest and begins to glide it across my body, leaving a trail of foam with each pass. Then, as the loofa hand passes, she takes her other hand and gently rubs in the soap. She is methodical in her movements, not missing a single speck of flesh. When she’s done with my chest, she grabs each arm and rubs them up and down several times. She then crouches downs and begins to do the same to my legs. Squeezing them firmly between her hands and slowly rubbing them up and down, getting even slower with her movements as she nears my cock.
Each pass of her hand makes me yearn to have her grab a hold of it. Christ, at this point I just want her to touch it, even if it’s only for a moment. A gentle pass of the fingers or accidental brush of her shoulder. My cock craves attention so badly that I am tempted to begin stroking it myself, again.
She finishes my legs and I eagerly anticipate the big finale, but it doesn’t happen. She stands up and spins me around. She then washes my back with the same slow care she did with my chest.
Right as I am at my most desperate, she hooks her arms under my armpits and pulls me in close. Her breasts press firmly against my back, much as they did against the glass door. She presses her lips against my ear and whispers. “Now to clean the dirtiest spot.”
She sucks my ear lobe just as her hands move across my throbbing erection, gently washing it between her fingers. I close my eyes and melt in her long arms. She lathers up the base and then glides her hands along the shaft. She grips my cock firmly and begins to massage along the entirety of it with both hands.
I am on the brink of climaxing. I can feel my body ache and tense as my massive load builds in my cock and awaits to explode all over the shower wall. But before I can get there, she slowly pulls away. I was in such a relaxed trance that I stumbled backwards as she releases me. She holds out her hands and catches me before I make too much of a fool of myself.
“Don’t worry, mommy’s got you.”
I look up at her as she cradles me in her arms. “I got lost in the moment I guess.” I stand up and run my hand through my wet hair as I try to compose myself.
“No problem sweety. Sorry to cut you off so soon.” She hands me the loofa which is still covered in soapy foam. “But it’s mommy’s turn, now.”
My hands instinctively gravitate to her chest, lathering them with soap and then massaging with my free hand.
Lauren smiles. “I think it’s safe to say which part of my body is your favorite.”
I stare at her chest like a master craftsman working on his masterpiece. “Your breasts are absolutely perfect.” I said, my boldness growing with every moment she keeps me on edge. I’ve practically gone mad with how badly I want her. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re gorgeous, but your tits, I just can’t help myself when I’m around them.”
She lets out a flattering laugh, “I’ll be sure to pass on your glowing review to my plastic surgeon.” She guides my hands down her waist. “I think my tits are clean now, and the rest of me could really use a good washing.”
“Of course.” I said with a smile.
I do my best to imitate her form, lathering her body with one hand while the other slowly moves across her soapy skin, gently massaging as I go. I rub her flat stomach and then cascade my hands down each of her long, smooth legs. My throbbing erection gently brushes against her as I maneuver from body part to body part.
I then turn her around and wash her back, taking extra time when I get down to her ass. I caress it as I wash, allowing my thumbs to slide ever so slightly between her cheeks.
Then, in the same way she did for me, I stood up and pressed my body against her back. My cock slid against her ass and nestles between her firm cheeks. I drop the loofa on the ground and it lands with a wet smack, then begins to seep soapy foam down the drain. Now with both hands free, I reach around and begin to fondle her breasts.
Her body jolts and tenses as I make my aggressive move. Her large breasts pour and slip out of my hands with each grasp, too wet for me to wrangle. Each time they escape makes me grab them with even more passion. I can feel her breathing become heavier, her body expands and collapses against mine as I hold her even tighter.
I begin to slowly maneuver a hand down from her chest and past her stomach. But before it can reach its destination, she stops me.
“You know, I just had a realization.” she said, pulling my busy hands away as she turned to face me. “We’ve had sex several times now but I don’t think we have kissed yet. We were in such a hurry to round the bases that we completely forgot to tag first.”
It takes me a moment to register the thought, my mind still trapped on her body. When I do though, I realize she is right. We haven’t even done so much as a peck on the lips.
“I guess we haven’t.” I said.
She unconsciously licks her lips. “I can’t think of the last time I just made out with someone. It always just devolves to sex within seconds. I think I’d have to go all the way back to high school to think of a time where I just made out with a guy.” She gives herself a hug as she thinks back to fonder times. “It was nice to be nestled on a couch with a guy, your bodies pressed against each other while you took turns rubbing the other’s tongue with your own. The feeling of knowing his rock hard erection was pressed against you, and as much as I wanted to take it out, I was too scared at the time to take things any further.”
This may be a distant memory for Lauren, but it is all too fresh for me. Considering so much of my dating experience prior to this involved being stuck on first base for weeks, sometimes months at a time. Only occasionally getting lucky enough to dry hump a girl’s leg to completion.
Lauren moves forward and slowly presses her body against mine, my throbbing member gently being squeezed between our stomachs. She lowers her face until it is only a couple inches from mine and whispers, “What do you say, will you make this woman feel like a horny little teenager again?”
We hover there for a few seconds but they feel like minutes. Our hot breath mixes and collides as we each begin to breathe heavier. I then close the gap between our faces and press my mouth over hers. The second we connect, her tongue bursts from her mouth and slivers inside of mine. She grabs the back of my head and pulls me in tighter. Her tongue moves frantically inside my mouth, like it has only mere seconds to explore every inch before being forced out.
I have no intention of forcing it out though. As frustrated as I was at her decision for us to slow things down, I am now loving our patient embrace. I’ve never held or been held so tightly as in this moment.
The passion is like nothing I’ve felt before, the feeling of us embracing each other while simultaneously fighting the urge to take it any further is intoxicating. The feeling of my cock being so close to her pussy, knowing I wouldn’t have to move more than a few inches to be inside her, sends my mind spinning.
My cock is throbbing like it never has before. I have to fight every fiber of my being from grinding it against her. All it would take is a few thrusts and would empty myself all over her. I know that is not what she wants though, she wants us to remain in this sexual purgatory for as long we can hold out.
The passion eventually consumes me and I can’t help but grab a clump of her hair on the back of her head and force it back, allowing me to thrust my tongue deep in her mouth. She moans as I do it and clenches her fingers into my back.
After a while of me kissing her, she would take control and force her tongue into my mouth. Then I would overflow with desire again and put my tongue back on the offensive. Back and forth we went, our tongues dueling for supremacy.
I don’t know how long this went on for, but by the time she finally pulled herself off of me, my hands looking like they belonged to an 80 year old man. The entire bathroom was filled with a thick sheet of steam.
She holds me at arms length. Her eyes are closed and her knees rubbing against each other, possibly in an attempt to tame her primal urges. We stand in silence for a moment, our heavy breathing only adding to the dense layer of steam in the shower.
I break the silence with the only thought my brain is capable of mustering in this deep moment of sexual tension. “Should we go to the bedroom?”
She opens her eyes, and stares at me like the cat that is finally ready to devour the mouse. Her hands clench into my shoulders and she peers down at my throbbing erection, then back up to me. She takes a couple more deep breaths and hits me with an answer that I never saw coming. “No.”
With that, she quickly steps out of the shower and wipes herself down with a nearby towel.
No? I think to myself, standing there dumbfounded. I leap out of the shower behind her. “What do you mean no? How can we possibly stop at just that?”
“I think it’s best for us not to give in right now.” she said while scrubbing the side of her hair with the towel.
My sexual frustration begins to boil over. “How can that be for the best? Just look at me.” I gesture to my erection, which is harder and more engorged than it has ever been before.
She ignores my outburst and heads over to the bathroom sink. I’m about to lose my cool when I realize the huge mistake I’m about to make. If I lose my head now, I might ruin this for good. I know she’s into the mommy kink but I doubt it extends to dealing with men throwing tantrums like a petulant child.
I stop and take a few breaths to calm myself down. Hopefully, even allow some blood to flow out of my cock and into my brain so I can act rationally.
I approach her calmly as she whips the towel around her head into a makeshift turban. “Look, I didn’t mean to yell but I’m a little pent up at the moment.”
She sighs and turns to me. “I know, I am too. Trust me, I would love nothing more then for you to throw me into that bed and fuck my brains out, but I think we need to slow things down.” She looks down at my still rock hard erection. “I’m guessing if I just touch you dick it’s going to explode all over the place.”
I shrug, “If I’m being honest, yeah, probably, but that hasn’t been a problem before. It’s like you said last night, the first one comes out easy but after a few short minutes I am ready to go all night. Hell, after all this build up, I can probably go a third or maybe even four times”
She chuckles a little, holding her hand up to her face to try and hide her amusement, but removes it to reveal her warm smile. “I bet you would.” she takes a more serious tone, “But you can’t rely on your stamina forever. Eventually the sex will lose some of its excitement and you will be content with the one and done. Trust me, I’ve seen it a 100 times.”
I smile as I brush my wet hair back. “I seriously doubt sex with you will ever get boring.”
“You’re sweet but trust me, it will eventually. The problem is, like with a lot of guys, you get too excited at the start. You need a quick release to calm yourself down so you can do it properly the second time. I think, given a little practice, we can get you going properly on the first attempt.”
I raise an eyebrow. “So what are you suggesting?”
She places her hands on her bare hips. “Well, my daughter is going to be at sleep away camp for a few more days, so I was thinking, why not have you stay here until I have to pick her up. So long as you don’t have anywhere to be?”
My puzzled face gives way to genuine shock. “Me. Stay here. Like, live here for a few days?”
“Well, yes. I enjoy your company and I get the impression you enjoy mine as well. Why not spend the days cooped up in this house together?” She cracks her patented mischievous smile. “We can spend our time working on your stamina.”
I clear my throat in an attempt to hide my boyish excitement. “Umm, yeah. I could do that.”
Her face lights up as she clasps her hands together. “Wonderful! I was going to ask you in the kitchen but I thought you wanted to leave. She rubs a single finger along my chest. “That’s why I had to give you a reason to stay.”
I decide to use this moment of excitement to ask again what is still lingering at the forefront of my mind. “So, does that mean you want to take this to the bedroom now?”
She laughs and gives me a playful slap on the chest. “My goodness, there’s no holding you back, is there?” She twirls her fingers in my short chest hair. “Soon, I promise, but first, you should run home and get your things. I have most of the essentials you will need so you will just need a few changes of clothes.”
“Home. Clothes. Got it.” I scoop up my things off the wet floor and rush to the door. She calls out to me before I get out of the room. I turn and she has that grin on her face again.
“Oh and sweety, don’t take too long.”
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