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The Baseball Mom

A great day at the park for a young man and a mom.
It was a gorgeous summer day, the type that you imagine during the winter as the ideal. It wasn't too hot, no wind, and just enough clouds sprinkled in the blue sky to provide shade when needed. A perfect day for baseball.

Dave had just arrived home from his first year at college. He had a great year at school, and although it wasn't quite the sex filled year all the movies had promised Dave still managed to have fun. He also managed to avoid putting on his freshman 15, weighing almost what he weighed at the beginning of the year. He looked very much the same, 6'1" 190lbs, in good shape, short dark hair, and dark eyes.

Even though he missed some of the freedoms he had enjoyed at school, he didn't mind helping out his parents during the summer. He didn't even mind having to bring his younger brother to little league practice. It was a beautiful day to go to the park, and maybe he'd get an early start on his tan.

Hoping the sun would remain strong Dave threw on his cargo shorts, sneakers, sunglasses, and a snug white t-shirt.

"Are you ready?" he yelled out to his little brother.

"Yeah, I've been waiting." he called back from the bottom of the stairs.

They climbed into Dave's car and headed to the park.

Dave had just pulled into a parking space along the small road that ran through the park, when his little brother jumped out of the car to join his friends gathered around the right field bleachers. Dave turned off the car, leaving the windows down, and headed toward the field where the kids played and a few of the parents chatted. Dave feeling a bit like the odd man out took a seat near the top of the bleachers. He felt trapped between wanting to be a kid, horsing around and playing baseball, and being an adult, chatting with other adults about jobs, family, and little league. Dave just shrugged his shoulders and decided to enjoy his current position, young, just finished with his first year at school, and now enjoying a nice summer off.

He was just enjoying the park, the chatter of the young kids, the smell of the grass, and the warm sun, when he heard a young player shout...

"Coach Seymour!"

Dave turned around to see a middle aged man walking up the hill toward the field. He was a little over-weight and balding slightly, about exactly as you might picture a little league coach to look. Dave's little brother seemed to like him, so he assumed he was a nice enough guy.

Couch Seymour was carrying a large cardboard box. Dave noticed a woman carrying a smaller box, walking just behind the coach.

Dave's eyes locked right onto her as she ambled up the small grassy hill to the spot where all the little players were now congregating. Dave guessed she must be in her mid to late forties, but her youthful appearance made it hard to be sure. She smiled brightly and although her outfit may have been more at home on a woman 10, or even 20 years, her junior she wore it spectacularly.

Her little tennis shoes gave her a light and young bounce, and even though she was a short woman, her legs seemed to go on for days, right up to her little jean shorts. They were not excessively short like daisy dukes, but short enough to make her legs and ass look amazing, while still being appropriate as to not warrant any nasty comments from jealous moms.

She had long wavy brown hair that was pulled into a tight ponytail, around which a cute little visor was applied. She wore large Gucci sunglasses, and when she removed them momentarily Dave notice that her eyes were exotic and sexy while her smile was warm and inviting. She reminded Dave of that actress on that soap opera. He paused for a moment to remember.

"Susan Lucci" he thought, she looked like a slightly younger, slightly more voluptuous Susan Lucci. She had a modest but well proportioned chest. Her large B or small C cup was accentuated by an adorable baseball T, white with red half sleeves.

In fact, just as she set her small box down on the bleachers, Dave pulled his eyes away long enough to see her husband, Coach Seymour, pulling a similar baseball t-shirt from his larger cardboard box.

"Everyone, gather 'round" announced the coach.

When everyone had settled down the coach continued.

"Aside from our normal uniforms, which you have to return at the end of the season, I thought I'd get us all some nice baseball shirts that you can keep, one of which my lovely wife is wearing right now."

All heads turned to Mrs. Seymour, although Dave's had never left. She stood, hands on her hips, reluctant to really model the shirt, instead she resigned herself to slightly cocking her hips and putting on a bright smile. Dave could feel himself begin to swell at the sight of her.

"I was able to get a good deal, just 15 dollars, so if you just pay my wife she will get you a shirt. I'll be right back, I have to get the equipment from my car."

As the coach went off to his car a bunch of the parents starting buying shirts from Mrs. Seymour. Dave's mom had not told him about the shirts, and he didn't' think he had enough cash to pay for one. Hoping his brother wouldn't ask, Dave doubled checked his pockets and he was right, all he had was a five dollar bill.

"Can I get one?" his brother asked.

"Damn it." Dave thought.

He looked around, then his eyes fell on Mrs. Seymour, hoping she was as friendly as she seemed.

"Sure buddy, let me see." he said, as he headed down the bleachers toward Mrs. Seymour, who was standing, peering out over the children, looking more incredible as he got closer.

She noticed him approaching and turned to greet him.

"Hello, my you are quite the young father." she said while trying to suppress a smile, so all that came out was a wicked grin.

"No no, I'm just the big brother." Dave responded

"I know hon, I was just teasing."

Her eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses, making Dave even more uncomfortable, and equally as aroused.

"You want..?" She asked, pointing vaguely at her chest.

Swallowing hard, Dave stared through his own sunglasses, and although she couldn't see his eyes either, she could have guessed right where his eyes were focused.

"Excuse me?"

"A shirt, are you buying a shirt?" She clarified.

"Oh yeah, yes, except, our mom didn't tell us about it, so all I have is 5 dollars, is it okay if I pay you the rest next week?" he asked.

Her next move almost made Dave completely hard in an instant. Still teasing him, she peered down over her sunglasses at him. That along with her little sports visor, revealed just enough of her sexy eyes to drive any man wild. Completing the look with another wicked grin, he was lucky he didn't cum right there in front of her.

"Hmmmmm?" she let out, as if considering him.

"Sure!" she said, and broke out into a light smile.

"Thanks a lot" he replied, and grabbed one of the shirts, still taking in the sight of this woman.

He could barely peal his eyes away from her, she was more than twice his age, old enough to be his mother, yet he had never been more aroused.

"Forget it." he thought, "You've been home for a couple of days, you haven't been with a girl or had a chance to jerk off, you're just pent up."

He glanced back up at her, then Coach Seymour moved in behind her.

"Ok guys take the field" he shouted, and all the kids scattered, Dave took the shirt, and went back to his spot in the bleachers.

He sat watching the practice, and stealing glances at Mrs. Seymour who was seated halfway up the bleachers, with her sexy legs out in front of her, resting upon the seat in front of her and chatting with other moms. The other moms, while not unattractive for women their age, could not compare to Mrs. Seymour and the only thing that kept them from hating her was how sweet and normal she was. She could turn heads, but always seemed unaware of it. She never flirted with the other dads, or acted inappropriately, at least not that anyone knew about.

As the practice rolled on, a few of the other moms decided to take a walk through the sunny park, leaving Mrs. Seymour alone. She didn't mind. She considered the team hers too and she enjoyed being involved.

Dave sat, trying not to leer, and his heart skipped a beat when she turned, looked up at him, and smiled. All he could do was smile back.

A few minutes later, she turned and looked again. She spoke, but what she said was lost on him, he forced himself to snap out of his trance and focus.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

She giggled, "Your brother, he's a pretty big boy."

"Ummm, I guess so" he replied, a little confused.

She smiled brightly, "The shirt you grabbed seems a little small, are you sure it's big enough?"

"Oh, I..." he said as he tried to look for the label.

She reached out her hand toward him, "Here let me check if it's the right size."

He moved over to her and handed her the shirt.

"No, I think this is way too small, let's see if we can find something bigger" she said, after checking the label.

"Bigger?" he asked.

"Mmmmhmmm," she confirmed, "much bigger."

"There should be a few more in our car" standing up, she waited for him to follow.

"Oh, ok, thanks a lot" he replied as he started to get up.

She walked toward the parking lot, and Dave got his first full view of her ass. She was amazing. She was small, petite, but still round and tight. Clearly a woman who took care of herself. His eyes watched her beautiful ass in her little shorts, when she suddenly stopped, and did a half turn toward him.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked, as he had lagged behind, so focused on her ass.

"Yeah sorry." he said as he sped up to join her.

"So I haven't seen you at our other practices before." she queried him.

"Oh no, I just got back from college." he responded.

"Oh how fun." she said, glancing toward him.

They approached what he assumed was the coaches SUV at the back of the parking lot. There were not a lot of other cars as most people either parked on the road, or walked.

"We should have more in the back" she said as she popped the hatch of the SUV, and peered inside. There were the 2 boxes from earlier, the larger one on its side, with shirts scattered about.

"Damn." Mrs. Seymour remarked. She handed him the smaller box that was still right side up.

"Check that one for an XL" as she began checking a few of the shirts on the floor of the car.

Dave rummaged through "You really think that big?"

"Hopefully." she responded, as she checked through shirts, grabbing for more.

She reached further inside the back of the car, having to throw her knee up on the bumper. She hesitated, her cell phone in the pocket of her tiny shorts made it difficult. She pulled it out and set in on the bumper, then threw her knee up and leaned in.

"Nothing in here but smalls..." Dave announced, as he set the box down and looked up. His eyes almost bugged out of his head as he saw Mrs. Seymour, one knee up, leaning down into the back of her husband's SUV.

"Damn, I know I have more." she called out, her head still down, ass up, looking under the seats.

"I think I see more." she said, reaching under the seat, then pulling her other leg up, so that she was on all 4's in the back of her family car, her amazing ass pointed right at Dave. His jaw was on he floor, and as if still sweet and demur, she put her knees together, and leaned forward, still searching. Dave's young pole was rock hard, but he was so hypnotized, he didn't even notice.

"Do you see anything down there." she asked, peering back at him over her shoulder. He stared from her ass, to her face.

"Ummm." he said, leaning down a bit to see under the seat. "I think so, way back there I think there is a few". She smirked over her shoulder, looking the young man up and down. She turned her head and continued to grope for the shirts, her ass sticking even further into the air.

"I think I got it!" she said, as she grabbed a shirt, and still kneeling, straightened up. She checked the tag and held out her hand. Dave took her hand and helped her out of the trunk, a little disappointed that the show was over.

"Yep, I think we have a winner" she said still looking at the tag, and circling Dave. "I think this will be big enough."

"Thanks a lot Mrs. Seymour, and thanks for letting me have a shirt, sorry I was low on cash."

"Oh no problem." she replied, looking up at him.

"I'll bring it next week, I promise." he assured her.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"The money, I'll bring it next week." he replied, a little confused.

"You don't have to do that." she answered.

"No, I want to pay you" he added.

"And you will." she said, in a low voice that penetrated Dave, making him now aware of his intense hard on.

"But..." he started, just as Mrs. Seymour lowered her sunglasses down her nose, peered up at him, and firmly placed her hand up his rock hard bulge.

A grin broke across her lips, breathing heavy, he looked around.

"Uh fuck, what are you doing Mrs. Seymour?" he asked in shock.

"What does it feel like I am doing?" she asked, rubbing his stiff member.

"Are you sure, your husband....?" he asked

"Oh I'm sure." she purred.

This seemed insane, she seemed so sweet and innocent, but he was lost in her gaze, he moved in to kiss her.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a very different tone. "I can't kiss you, I'm married." she added.

"But I..." he was at a loss. She just grinned back, dropped the t shirt she was still holding, and while keeping her eyes locked on him from over her sunglasses, slowly lowered herself down to her knees, using the shirt for cushion.

Her hands began fumbling for his belt. She had to pull her eyes off his and focus on getting his shorts down, knowing she didn't have a lot of time. Forgoing the belt, she went straight for the zipper instead, opening it with a soft moan, and then reaching her well manicured hand inside this young boy's shorts. She grabbed for his firm cock through his jockeys.

"Uh fuck Mrs. Seymour!" he moaned, as she franticly worked her hand inside to pull his jockeys down, finally getting her hands on his flesh. She eagerly pulled his fat young cock from the opening in his shorts and stared at its length protruding from her mature fist. She looked up at him admiringly.

He watched her pull it out, and couldn't help but notice the sun reflect off the huge diamond of her wedding ring that was sitting on the hand that was currently jerking his raging hard on. If at all possible this caused his cock to grow even larger, and harder. This was not lost on Mrs. Seymour who gave out a small moan, and continued to jerk his hard 8 inches.

"Mmmmm, XL indeed." she said soflty.

They both began breathing heavier as she began stroking his stiff young meat faster and faster. One hand on his hard stomach, the other jerking him with great enthusiasm, she looked up at him from her knees.

"Uh fuck, do it." he let out.

"What?" she asked with a coy smile.

"Uh fuck, please." he practically begged.

"Say it." she demanded.

"Suck my cock." he groaned.

Licking her lips, she shoved him back, so that he rested on the bumper, slid her fist to the base of his cock, and opened wide.

As if in slow motion he watched, and took in every detail. The way she smiled slightly with her mouth wide, the sexy wrinkles around her eyes, her mature hand as it was splayed out over his stomach, showcasing her wedding ring, an act of total defiance.

She moved close inserting his teenage cock into her mouth, but not closing her lips until it tickled her throat. Closing firmly around his cock, he moaned loudly. She pulled back fast, then slid down again, slowly, and further then the first time.

He watched as she gave him the greatest blowjob of his life, the kind only an experienced woman could. She began working harder, and faster. Her visor was bumping into his belly, interrupting her pace. He gently took hold of the bill of the visor, and slipped it off her head, and down her long ponytail, tossing it into the truck.

"DDamksss" she said with a mouthful of hard young cock.

"No thank you." he said, his heart pounded.

She just looked up at him and smiled through a wide open mouth full of teenage meat.

She continued sucking, his cock slick with her saliva, when he was startled by a sudden noise. Continuing to blow this young man, Mrs. Seymour reached out blindly to Dave's side, groping around. Her hand found the source of the interuption. Pressing the "answer" button on her cell phone Mrs. Seymour yanked her head from the boy's cock with an audible POP!

"Hello?" she answered, while pumping her fist over Dave's now dripping prick.

"Oh hi honey." she said into the phone "it's my husband" she whispered to Dave, then stuffing him back into her mouth.

"mmmmhmmmm, mmmmmhmmmm" she moaned to her husband, then POP!

"No, no, I was just getting another shirt for..." looking puzzled she peered up at the rock hard teen, she asked...

"What's your name?"

"Dave" he answered through gritted teeth.

"I was just getting young Dave here another shirt." she responded nonchalantly, with a dirty grin up at Dave, reinserting his cock back into her wet mouth.

Dave had to fight back his laughter as he threw his head back, then back down at the sight before him. This unbelievably sexy mature woman, sucking his young cock, while on the phone with her husband.

"Mmmmmmhmmmm, mmmmmm, ugg k,mmwess hugney, mmmm hmmmm" she tried to say while still working the teenagers pulsing rod.

"MMwhat?" POP! Yanking the cock from her lips, and rubbing the head, making sure Dave could see her wedding ring glistening in the sun.

"No no, just grabbing a snack from the car, I know honey" licking pre-cum from the tip "but I have been starving." giving the teen a wink and engulfing him once more.

This was all too much for the young man, looking down at her he said softly...

"I'm gonna cum."

Her eyes darted up at him over her sunglasses.

"Ok, gotta go, see ya in a second hon, bye."

The teen could hear Couch Seymour trying to get a last word in just before the phone was tossed into the truck, while his wife was shoving his cock as far down her throat as possible, trying eagerly to win the prize she had worked so hard for.

"Uhh fuck I'm gonna cum" he said, loudly now.

She worked more, gagging a bit as her ponytail swayed and bobbed from the force of her head moving over his shaft.

Then it happened, being turned on more than he had ever been, and having been pent up for over a week, he shot a hard thick stream of cum into the back of Mrs. Seymour's throat. She had planned on drinking him down, but this was too powerful, and her head instinctively snapped back as she tried to swallow, her hand still stroking his spasming member.

The second shot sprayed her right in the face, in her hair, and over her sunglasses. She was momentarily shocked, but she quickly became excited and impressed as she continued to jerk the young man off.

The next load hit her in the chin and mouth as she tried to aim him down to her neck. More shots ejected from the boy, coating her neck, chin and collar. He watched as she took it all, his load splattered across her mature face, hair and neck. He convulsed one last time, covering Mrs. Seymour's fist, and even her wedding ring.

She looked up at him, drenched, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm a mess" she said, feeling her neck and face.

Dave leaned back, grabbed a spare t-shirt and handed it to her.

"Thanks." she replied as she began to clean herself up.

"Well, we better get back to the practice." pulling off her sunglasses, licking them clean.

Looked up at him with a devilish grin she asked,

"See you next week at practice?"

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