Misc. Erotica Mommy’s Allstar

I was once more buried in spreadsheets when Luke came home later that night. He was exhausted from his test, practice, and the therapy session. I could tell whatever he had talked about upset him, so I made up a plate and poured him a big glass of orange juice and brought it up to his room. He was zoning out on Netflix when I came in to drop them off.

“Laurie stopped by today," I said and was happy to see him perk up at that, "she dropped a few things off for you, I left them down in the kitchen."

"I'll text her thanks," he said, turning back to his iPad.

“She will be stopping by early Sunday morning to help me out with some things around the house,” I watched his expression closely and caught the blush that stole over his face, “she will help me clean for an hour or so. I take it she used to do that when she was married to your father.”

“Jesus,” Luke said as he let out a deep breath, “I’d almost forgotten about that… what did she tell you?”

"Just that she used to dress up and clean," I said, grinning at him and slipping next to him on the bed, "Why, did something else happen between you two?"

"No," he said, shaking his head with a little grin, "of course not."

“But you secretly fantasized about something happening, didn’t you?” I let my hand slide across his crotch and felt his massive boner growing. He shifted, obviously uncomfortable with this like of questioning, but I wouldn’t let him escape.

“Tell me,” I whispered in his ear, letting my lips graze the soft flesh of his neck, “did you dream of her coming in your room and sucking this big juicy cock of yours?”

"Jesus, mom!" He said, but as I drew his hard steel cock out into the open and let my hand slide along the soft flesh, he sighed out softly, "Yea, I did… every damn night… Suddenly a hot woman is living in the house… I couldn't help it."

"I understand, baby," I purred as I kissed his neck, my hand slowly stroking his cock, "It's only natural. The woman acts all high and mighty, but I think there's a wildcat lurking beneath the surface."

“I can’t imagine that,” Luke breathed.

“Mmm, we'll see," I kissed him gently on the cheek then looked down at the beast in my hand, "Now let me take care of you, you've had such a long day."

I bent down and took him into my mouth, worshipping him with every ounce of skill I had. Luke filled my mouth with cum minutes later, his hand filled with my tit as he groped me. My sex was damp and aching, and I could tell he was still raring to go, but I knew he needed to keep up his strength for tomorrow's game.

When I got downstairs and checked my phone, I saw a lot of texts from Jen, talking about outfits and ideas for the next night. I responded to her and then told her all about my conversation with Laurie. Jen didn’t think anything was strange about it, but she grew excited when I told her about Laurie coming over Sunday morning. She said she wished she could be there and made me promise to memorize Laurie's expression if she ever caught a glimpse of Luke's massive cock. Nothing would give her more delight, she said, than seeing the uptight Laurie shocked in such away.

That night as I slept, my dreams were a jumble. In one dream, it was I who was bending low in a tiny black dress, before a young Luke. Teasing the boy with my body and catching glimpses of the big dick as it grew hard. In another, I was tying up the saintly Laurie and ravaging her butt with a strap-on; I have no idea what that was about. Just before I woke, I had the most vivid dream, and that was watching Laurie and Luke make love, while Jen cuddled close to me.

I woke feeling warm and comforted inside and rose to a perfect sunny day waiting for me outside. Luke was already gone to class, it being his early day, and I hit the gym for an hour before heading out and running errands.

Jen came over in the early afternoon, and we began to plan for the night. We were like nervous schoolgirls as we went over everything. We picked out clothes, and Jen even made a playlist. She was adamant that no matter what happened, we couldn't let anything get in the way of our friendship. I promised her that nothing ever would, and our hug of friendship turned into a hot make-out session that we both had to pull ourselves away from.

She headed home to get ready, and I hopped in the shower to do the same. I still had three hours until the game started, but I planned to use every minute of it. I dressed normal enough, in a form-fitting white top with a plunging neckline and tight blue-jeans. I took special care with make-up and hair, though, and shaved myself bare down there.

Luke sent a text saying he had gotten a ride to the field and would need one home after the game. I promised him that I would wait for him, then wished him good luck. He was always nervous before a game, so I left him be to work through the emotions on his own and with his team.

I hopped in my car and drove over to Jen's. She was waiting for me and came running out of her apartment building when I pulled up. The woman looked unbelievably beautiful. Like me, she had taken special care with her makeup. Men often say they can't notice the difference between a little eye make-up and a full face, but they definitely check out a woman with a full face done up, more than a woman without.

We were both wearing tight white tops and blue jeans and looked almost like sisters. We drove to the stadium and got great seats in the bleachers in time to see the two teams out on the field warming up. The other parents were staring at us as we sat down, but Jen and I gave them no mind. I am used to the other parents on Luke's team gossiping about me, they always did about my husband and me, so it was nothing new. I did feel good when several wives began scolding their husbands for staring.

When Luke noticed us, we waved excitedly, and I saw his eyes widen at the sight of Jen and me all done up. Several of his teammates stared openly at us until their coach yelled at them to get their back to work. The attention as flattering, but Jen and I only had eyes for Luke. He looked so handsome in his uniform, so tall, lean, and powerful.

There was a group of younger girls down near the first couple rows of bleachers, and I could tell they weren't there to watch baseball. The girls were obviously hunting boys. Luke was the focus of their attention, none of the other players even came close to his good looks, and I saw a few of the moms also giving the boy lingering stares. I pointed one out to Jen, and she grinned, whispering to me, wondering how the woman or girls would react if she knew what we had planned for the night.

“Some of them might even be willing to jump in,” Jen said with a dimpled grin.

“They might be willing,” I said with a small laugh, “but I’m not willing to share with just anyone.”

“Me either,” Jen agreed, “What’s going on with Laurie? Do you really think that stick-in-the-mud wants Luke too?”

“Oh, I'm pretty certain," I said with a grin, "I'll find out Sunday, though."

I whispered to her my plan for the woman, and she was excited. Jen insisted that I invite her over in the afternoon when Laurie and Luke went to church so she could hear all about it in person.

"I'll bring a bottle of bubbly, and we can have mimosas," she grinned, "It will be perfect!"

"I'll make brunch for us," I said, "Look, the games about to start!"​