Misc. Erotica Mommy’s Allstar

Jen is nothing if not cool, and she played it perfectly. I felt wild inside, both stressed and carefree at the same time. I did my workout as I watched Jen show Luke several exercises he could do to increase his balance and thrust when he was pitching from the mound. She went over which muscled groups he should be focusing on and why.

He argued that his coach had told him something completely different. But when she had him do her stretches and workout for ten minutes, then go through the motions of his pitch, he saw its efficacy.

As they worked together, Jen was touching and moving Luke's body around, and I saw him react. Before what I had always taken as awkwardness, I now saw as shyness. He tried not to stare at Jen's beautiful face, or he slender firm body and round ass, but I caught him several times. Jen seemed oblivious to his regard, and he to hers.

It was halfway through their workout when I saw Jen startle, covering her reaction in a cough. Her eyes were bulging out as she saw the monster pressed to Luke's shorts clearly for the first time. The rest of the workout, Jen was distracted, her eyes a little unfocused. Luke took it for disinterest, and I saw his sadness grow. It was hard not to grin at the tragic little play unfolding before me, but I knew how this would end up, and my wetness threatened to soak through my panties as I dreamed of it.

We ended the workout after an hour and a half, each of us coated in sweat and feeling gross. Jen took a long shower, and Luke hopped in and out of his, saying he had to hurry, or he would be late for class.

“You have another test tomorrow and a game the next day,” I said, cornering him in the foyer before he left, “and I don’t think it’s wise to burn all of your energy before you pitch. However,” I smiled up at him seeing the hope flare at my words, “if you try your hardest, and do good on your test…” I glanced up the stairs where Jen still showered, “then you might be ready for the next phase of my plan.”

“Next phase?” He said, a little nervously.

"Oh, yes," I said, dragging a nail down his cheek and across his strong jaw, "I realized something last night… In order to keep my promise to you, and give you all you need… I'm going to need help."

“You can’t be serious,” he said, shaking his head slightly.

“I am,” I said with a grin, then reference his favorite show and an old movie, “and don’t call me Shirley.”

“But that’s just insane,” he breathed.

I gripped his jaw with firm fingers and forced his face down to look at mine.

"Don't doubt my commitment or love," my gaze fierce as I held his, "I know that woman better than I know my own sisters. She's loved you for years, and she sees you for the talented, beautiful young man you are, just as I do. You go and play like you were born to play, and if you're magnificent…"

I let the last trail off as I released his jaw, my nail sliding down the side of his jaw. I bit my lip, my dark eyes letting him see the promise within. Then I turned and walked upstairs, knowing the effect my tight yoga pants had on my ass as I stepped up each step with my toes.

I heard a heavy breath exhale out of Luke's lungs just as he opened the door and left. My heart was racing as I slipped into my room. My panties were a mess, and the warm light and steam rolling out of the bathroom but me in a randy mood. I opened my phone and pulled up the picture of Luke I'd taken in his bathroom earlier. The sight of his lean muscled form and massive cock made me shiver with desire.

I undressed and stepped into the bathroom, just as Jen turned off the water and reached for a towel. I was cleaning my face when she stepped out of the shower. Her eyes met mine in the mirror for one second, and I saw her eyes dancing with some suppressed emotion.

"Luke, take off to class?" She asked as she wiped herself dry.

"Yea," I said with a grin, "Poor guy was so worked up. I thought he might explode."

"Ok, I have to ask," she said, her cheeks coloring slightly as she wrapped the towel around herself, "Was it just me, or did you see the size of the log that boy has in his shorts too?!"

“I saw it too,” I said, suppressing a giggle that wanted to escape my throat.

“I don’t want you to be weirded out or anything,” she said as she stepped up beside me, peering at herself I the mirror, “but I would give anything to see that thing in all its glory.”

“Then you might be interested in what’s in the picture I took this morning,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat as I stepped over to the shower.

“You didn’t!” Jen said with an excited grin, she snatched up my phone and plugged in the code, “You bitch! I can’t believe my sweet Dawn could be such a creeper!” She laughed as she opened up the photo’s app, then she gasped, hand to her heart, jaw hanging open.

I watched her eyes widen more and more, she tried to speak, but nothing came out, unable to tear her eyes from the picture she licked her lips. I grinned as her other hand slid down and pressed the towel between her legs. Turning on the hot water startled her out of her reverie, and she glanced to me guiltily. The guilt disappeared into a mischievous grin when she saw my expression.

“Where did you take this?” She asked, “Wait… don’t tell me you fucked your stepson… did you?”

I didn't say anything, but she saw the truth in my expression, and for one awful second, I thought she was going to tell me what a terrible person I was. Her expression was frozen. Then she glanced down at the phone and whistled slowly.

“I didn’t mean for it to go all the way,” I said, “It was just supposed to be a little incentive to stay focused on school and baseball… I needed something to keep him away from that girl.”

"Tell me everything," she said, her eyes intense as she slipped out of the towel and moved into the shower with me.

I trembled as her hands encircled my waist, and tentatively, I let my own slide down her wet back. Her skin was so soft I couldn't help my fingers as they traced around and wandered. As I spoke about the night before, Jen cupped my ass with one hand. It was the first sexual touch we'd shared in years, and it sent a thrill of pleasure through my body and down to my aching sex.

I told her about the first night, and she listened raptly as I spoke of my surprise at his massive and gorgeous cock, and how he had coated my shirt in his cum so quickly. When I began to talk about last night, she stopped me.

"Describe it," she said softly, just above the sound of the cascading waters. Her small hand lifted one of my massive breasts, and her beautifully shaped lips kissed the hard nipple. I moaned out in pleasure as she did, "Tell me about every inch of Luke's cock and what pleased him best."

I was all too happy to as she soaped me up. My hands slid over her wet body whispered in her hear about all the wicked things I’d done the night before. When I described how Luke had thrown me down and ravished me, Jen groaned in pleasure, grinding herself against me.

Her lips met mine, and passion swept us away. My story was forgotten as our hands explored one another's bodies. Her lips were soft but hungry, and her little nips to my neck and earlobe reminded me of her playfulness in bed. I pressed the beautiful woman up against the cold shower tiles and devoured her, massaging her breasts and ass as my fingers then slid into her wet depths.

My questing fingers found her little pleasure button, and she found mine, we kissed, breaths hot and heavy as our mutual pleasure soared. We both came with shuddering orgasms, sliding down the tile wall, holding onto one another, and laughing as the water cascaded down upon our heads.

“I promised Luke a special treat Friday after his fame if he plays well and passes his test tomorrow,” I said, one hand lazily playing with Jens wet golden hair.

“I hope I’m invited,” she said with a wicked grin, “I can think of a few special things I’d love to do to the boy.”

"Oh, you're invited all right," I said, kissing her cheek, "You're the special treat."

We both fell into giggling fits as we finished up our shower. The rest of the day flew by as we packed up and went to work. We were both in the best mood, and whenever we were alone, we couldn’t help but touch one another or make some small comment about bats, or baby arms that would have the other bent over in laughter.

I knew the jokes were, in part, a way for Jen to assuage her nervousness. What I hadn't realized, until the day before when she'd made her offer, was that she had a crush on Luke, just as he did on her. It warmed my heart to see her falling for someone, even if he was twelve years her junior.​