Jingle Bells played in the background as an epic snowball fight raged between Team Red and Team Blue on the northern end of the golf course on the outskirts of Bloomfield, Iowa. The fight wasn’t chaos, it had rules similar to dodge ball. One team on one side of the battlefield and the other team on the other side. The battle lines had been marked with flags. The scores were tied 9 to 9. This was the tenth and final round and neither team was giving the other an easy win.
Each team had eight players at full strength. Eight people were now in the Dead Zone, a place for those who had been killed in action by snowball to wait until the next fight to join their team. Three players currently remained on Team Red and five on Team Blue.
Nineteen-year-old Kyle hurled himself onto the snow-covered lawn and rolled away from a barrage of snowballs that landed and exploded in white mist where he had just been a second ago. He wore the red beanie of Team Red. His two surviving compatriots were ten and thirteen years of age respectively, brothers Scott and Marcus.
“Keep moving, don’t stay put, guys,” he shouted to the two boys. They did as he told them, dodging another salvo of snowballs. “Fire and switch,” he said. They performed the move where they fired two snowballs each and traded places. This resulted in one of the Team Blue players getting hit on the shoulder. The fight judges, kids around their age sitting on the sidelines, announced that player dead. He grudgingly left the battlefield.
“Good job, guys,” said Kyle, joining the two boys. Then he gave the order, “Triple threat,” which they performed by forming an isosceles triangle and fired at the same general area. They hit two players on Team Blue and also had to dodge several snowballs aimed at them. It was now Team Red’s three against Team Blue’s two.
“Triple threat moving left,” Kyle said. They formed the attacking pattern and fired off snowballs while moving to the left. “Spread out,” he cried when another salvo of snowballs came from Team Blue. They merely widened their triangle, easily avoiding the white missiles that exploded into mist on the snowy lawn. They moved right and hit one of the players on Team Blue. Sensing victory at hand, Kyle yelled, “Line up across and fire at will.” The last Team Blue player got hit by two well-aimed snowballs from Scott and Marcus.
“Team Red wins the fight! Snowball glory for Team Red!” shouted the head judge.
The members of Team Red in the Dead Zone cheered wildly, running into the battlefield to celebrate with the last three players standing. The whole series of snowball fights had been recorded and posted online, with the live scores being updated on a Reddit match thread.
Lunch was had at the nearby Taco Bell. Players of Teams Blue and Red sat in an unordered, mixed fashion, talking animatedly about the snowball fight and other things that popped into their heads.
Enrique, one of the judges, walked over to where Kyle was sitting and eating with Marcus, Scott and two Team Red players. He quietly spoke into Kyle’s ear, telling him that there was a change of plans; he wouldn’t be able to drop off Marcus and Scott at their home. Kyle said he wouldn’t have any trouble picking up the slack. There was room for two more in his car. Enrique thanked him and gave him the directions.
Kyle lived in West Grove, roughly nine miles from Bloomfield in which Marcus and Scott lived. He dropped off his other passenger, a boy named Colin, at W. Grant Street before driving to S. Howard Street where Scott’s and Marcus’s house was. On the way, they called their mom, telling her they had won the snowball war and were heading back with Kyle, who she had never met. She had made an arrangement with Enrique, who went to the same church she did, so she trusted him to chauffer her boys to the event. Kyle detected the worry in her voice as the phone was on speaker. He told Scott to tell his mother that they were now turning into their street. The boy did so and Kyle could hear the relief in the mother’s voice. She said she would be waiting outside.
She was walking down the steps of the front porch when Kyle slowed to a stop by the side of the street. The lady was a total MILF; blonde, green eyes with a nice, full figure, in her late thirties. Her sons quickly got out of the car and ran to hug their mom.
“We won, mom!”
“I know, I Reddit. Saw the highlights and live score. You boys were really brave and awesome!”
They group hugged again then she told them to go inside.
She approached Kyle’s car and leaned down to say thank you to him.
“I’m going to have a talk with Enrique. He should’ve told me the boys would be changing rides. Thanks so much for filling in. Kyle, right?”
“Yep. And it wasn’t a problem, ma’am. I live in West Grove.”
“Oh, you do? That’s nice. Nearby and all that. I’m Megan, by the way.”
They shook hands. “You’re welcome, Megan. Scott and Marcus really were amazing. Scores were tied and it was just me and them against the other team, and well, I’m sure they’ll tell you all about it, but it was loads of fun.”
“I’m glad everyone had fun. It’s nice to have the older boys including the younger ones in these activities. I know there’s a lot of cool stuff that your age group would be doing at this time, so to sacrifice some of that for the little guys is really generous and community-building, I think.”
“Oh, I agree. It totally is.” Kyle’s eyes glanced at Megan’s breasts for just a second, but she caught him and there was the awkward silence. She smiled and told him not to worry.
“I get that a lot, but I appreciate it when it comes from the nicer guys like yourself.”
“Uh, thanks?”
“You’re welcome. Have a fun Christmas, Kyle. And I really appreciate your bringing my boys back safely.”
“No worries. Have a wonderful Christmas, Megan.”
That night, Kyle got on Reddit while he was watching TV. He found a subreddit called HornyConfessions and posted a brief confession that described Megan and what he would like to do to her. He made sure not to include any sensitive information.
The following morning he woke up and got on Reddit to search for porn, but a red notification caught his attention. He tapped it and was taken to his post in HornyConfessions. A redditor by the name of hotmom83 had commented with: Sounds exciting.
Kyle up voted the comment and looked up her post history. He was shocked to find out that she had also commented on the snowball war match thread from the previous day. On that thread she had posted: So proud of my two boys!
Then Kyle found a pic she had submitted to the subreddit PAWGMILFs titled “Single mom of 2 wondering if you’re hard after seeing this.” The pic showed her in black lingerie, laying on her front, facing away from the camera, so her face couldn’t be seen, but Kyle could tell it was definitely Megan. She looked utterly sexy with a great body, particularly her ass and legs.
He commented on the pic: I am rock hard right now
He was pouring cereal when she sent him a message: Thank you for the comment! Would you be able to help me out with the boys again? I have an appointment I can’t miss, but I also have to grab some things from Wal-Mart with Marcus and Scott. There’s a list.
That sealed it. She knew who he was from his activity on the snowball war match thread and his horny confession and he knew who she was from her picture, her activity on the same thread and her message.
Kyle poured milk into the cereal bowl and replied: I would be available, yes.
She responded: Great! Stop by my place at 9 AM and I’ll have them ready for you with the list. When you return, we can see to fixing your rock hard problem!
Kyle didn’t know how that would work with two young boys in the same house needing attention from their mother, but the thought of more time spent with Megan was good enough for him.
He pulled into her driveway at 9:02 AM. No one was outside the house. He got out of his car and pressed the doorbell button. The door opened after a few seconds with Marcus standing in the doorway.
“Hey, Kyle. Are you taking us shopping?”
“You are correct, sir.”
“Cool!”
Marcus and Scott piled into the car, while Megan brought a printed sheet of paper to Kyle.
“Here is the list, Kyle. Below the list are directions for where to drop the boys off after taking them to Pizza Hut. It’s a friend’s house. Call me when you’ve done that. My number is at the bottom of the paper.”
She smiled innocently at Kyle, who smiled back.
He said, “I have my orders,” and folded the paper, placing it in his coat pocket.
Megan called out to them as Kyle backed out of the driveway. “You boys be good, especially you Kyle.”
They spent an hour shopping at Wal-Mart, another hour at Pizza Hut, then Kyle dropped off Marcus and Scott at their friend’s house according to Megan’s printed instructions. When he saw that they were safely inside, he called Megan.
“Hey, all done?” she inquired with a cheerful tone.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Super great! Head right on back here, hunky stud. I need to sort you out.”
“I am so on my way to you right now.”
He got to Megan’s and knocked on the front door. She quickly answered, winced at the cold and yanked him inside, locking the door behind her. Turning around, he saw why. She was dressed in a black satin robe and there seemed to be very little else underneath. Not ideal for winter conditions.
Megan let the robe fall off, standing before Kyle in the same black lingerie he had seen her in on Reddit.
“You look delicious,” he said.
“Thought you’d like that.”
She came to him sexily and kissed him deeply, probing his mouth with her tongue. Kyle felt her up everywhere, but especially her ass. She hoisted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Are you strong enough? I’m kinda heavy,” she said.
Kyle squeezed her ass and kissed her. “I’m strong.”
He carried her up the stairs to her bedroom, losing his upper clothing on the way. Setting her down on her bed, he pulled off all his gear below the waist. Megan curled her finger at him. He went to her and she felt up his hard abs and biceps.
“Damn, you’re hard.”
“Told you so.”
“I was thinking more about your cock than anything else.”
“He’s hard too. Why don’t you ask him?”
Megan went down on her knees and took him into her mouth, moaning on his hard rod. It was big and looked more than capable of satisfying her physically. Megan slid back his foreskin and sucked on the bare head while stroking the shaft. Kyle moaned and watched her apply her oral skills on him. She took him deep until his tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged a bit but continued sucking. His cock now fully coated with her saliva, she stroked it and kissed the underside of it while fondling his balls.
“You’re really good at this,” said Kyle.
“I have experience,” she said with a wink and then proceeded to suck him hard and fast for a couple more minutes. She stopped and laid back on her bed.
Kyle pulled off her panties and planted kisses all over her pubic junction, raising her legs and placing them over his shoulders. He felt her hands reach down to move his head over her pubes. He liked the control she exerted on him. She pushed him lower to her labia where he kissed, licked and sucked on her wonderfully soft, wet flesh. Her sighs and moans urged him in his oral attentiveness.
He parted her vulva and licked deeply her inner walls, his tongue sliding in and out and around her most intimate place. Her clit became engorged. Noticing that, Kyle gently pulled back her hood and sucked her little love nub, eliciting a moan of pure ecstasy from Megan. The pleasure in her rose, causing her to thrust up at his face, making love to it as he orally made love to her. She gripped his head and rubbed herself all over his face for a minute before calming down and letting him suck her clit once more. Her fucking his face like that turned Kyle on more than anything he had ever experienced. He hungrily resumed sucking her clit and riding her loving thrusts before hearing her asking him to fuck her.
They moved to the center of the bed where Kyle held her legs apart and slid himself smoothly into Megan’s very wet vulva. He filled her just right. She spoke softly and sexily to him as he moved back and forth inside her. She played with her breasts and playfully clawed his abs during his relentless driving into her cunny. Kyle reached forward and fondled her boobs, squeezing them. Leaning forward, he increased his thrusting force into Megan. She grabbed him, pulling him down for deep, passionate kissing. She moaned into his mouth as he hit all the right places inside her. Kyle reached under her and grabbed her ass. Turning her hips sideways, he spanked her ass while fucking her juicy pussy.
“I bet you always wanted to do that, huh?” she asked.
“Oh yeah, definitely. But I didn’t think the PAWG would be this hot.”
Megan giggled. “PAWG? Phat ass white girl? Me?”
“Well, you do have a fat ass.”
“I always thought of PAWGs as chubby girls. A nice way of saying fat.”
“Some PAWGs are fat, but not all of them. It’s mainly about the ass and yours is kinda big in an amazing way.”
They turned over so Megan was on top and Kyle was on his back. She guided him back into her and rode his cock so damn good. Kyle got to do something else he had been dreaming off: grabbing a PAWG’s ass while being ridden. It was equally as hot as the face fucking she had given him earlier. Her combined weight, riding, and the sensation of her ass clapping down on him drove the pleasure meter in his head up into the stratosphere.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good. You’re so hot,” he said.
“Really? You like this?” she said, loving how she was making him feel and how good he felt inside her.
“Oh yeah.”
“Mmm fuck,” she said, leaning forward, increasing the pace and force of her hips on top of him, heartbeat and breathe racing. She felt his fingers dig into her ass and heard his groan of ecstasy as he came strongly inside her. His cock deflated to semi-hardness, but it was still enough to bring her to her own climax. Kyle lifted her with his remaining strength and pounded upward into her pussy, balls smacking against her ass as she came all over his cock. They slowed down with Megan remaining on top, coaxing out whatever remaining cum was inside him.
Dismounting and snuggling up beside Kyle, Megan and he talked about sex and everything else that happened that day.
Then she asked, “Would they allow grown-ups in your snowball battles?”
“Uh, that might be categorized as cruel if you’re including the kids. I mean, going up against your own kids and relatives in the backyard is fine, but a whole bunch of adult strangers just getting together with kids for a snowball fight? Might be awkward, to say the least. I think we could organize a snowball fight for just adults.”
They thought about it in silence for a while.
Finally they both said, “Nah.”
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