Football
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REASONS TO PLAY FOOTBALL
I didn’t think I was tough enough for high school football. I was just 16 and a sophomore. The seniors were so much bigger. To tell the truth I was scared. I thought those guys would kill me. But I knew I had no choice.
That morning at breakfast my Mom had said, “Craig, I see in the school bulletin that this is the day to sign up for the football team.” She was divorced, of course. She just harassed my Dad too much. Never said anything but what was wrong with him. Always calling him a sissy. Finally he said “Fuck it” and left. That was six months ago.
“Mom, I’m too little, please don’t make me.”
“Nobody should make you do anything ever. You are your own man. You are 16. You make your own decisions.
If you don’t, you are a pussy.”
“Okay. Great. I’m not going out.”
“Any son of mine not tough enough to go out for the team. Not brave enough to stand up for himself against other tough guys is a real pussy.”
“So if I don’t go out, I’m a pussy.”
“There you go.”
“Okay. Okay.” So I signed up.
It was just as bad as I thought. Burley guys throwing themselves at me and kicking the living shit out of me. But somewhere in the middle of that first practice, I got pissed. I knew then I didn’t have to put up with it. On the next play I put some lumber on a half back coming around the end and laid him out flat. I got up feeling good. And that’s the way it went the rest of practice. At the end the coach said, “Good work Craig. Keep it up and you’ll make the team.”
They were doing work on the locker room so we had to go home in out uniforms and shower up when we got there. When I opened the front door I could see Mom was excited. “Craig you’re all dirty, you’re bloody from your nose, you look really beat up. In fact, you look like a real man.”
“Mom, I have to shower up but I’m so exhausted I don’t think I can pull off my uniform.”
“Tell you what, I’m so proud of you. For being a man, for standing up for yourself, I am going to help you take a shower.”
“Help me? What are you talking about?’
“What’s the big deal? I’ve been helping you take baths your whole life. There’s nothing to be ashamed of,
it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Mom, the last time you gave me a bath I was 5 years old.”
“So. It’s still the same thing. Let’s get into the bathroom.”
Once there Mom started pulling me clothes off. First the jersey, then the shoulder pads. “My God,” mom said. “These things are soaked with sweat. No wonder you smell like a man. Soon she had my shoes and pants off and then I was down to just my jock strap. “Let me start running the hot water,” she said. And then, “Perfect. Now you can get in.”
I started to put my foot over the edge of the tub. “Wait a minute,” she said. “You can’t shower wearing that thing.” Then she stuck her thumbs in the elastic sides of my jock and lowered it. I was completely exposed. My dong just hung there like a dangling sausage. I was humiliated, but as I started to cover myself with my hands Mom batted them away.
“None of that stuff. No reason to be shy. I’m your mother. You’ve got nothing to hide from me. Now just relax and get fully soaked in the hot water.”
I did as she said, and the hot water pounding on my face and chest felt great after the beating I had taken out on the field. At one point I saw Mom from where the curtain opened at the edge of the tub enclosure. There was a lot of spray shooting out and her blond hair was getting pretty wet and sticking to the sides and back of her head. The spray had also thoroughly dampened her blouse so it was clinging tightly to her plump, full breasts. Her nipples were so hard against it I knew she couldn’t be wearing a bra. She actually looked really good for the first time in months and the big smile she directed at me let me know she was really happy.
“Okay, Buster, time to soap up and get that dirt and sweat off you.” She pulled open the curtain and I did my best to keep the spray on my back away from her. But it was useless. She was getting soaked. She got the cake of soap in her hands and started to work up suds. Then she put both hands on one of my legs and started running them up and down. It was feeling pretty good but unfortunately my dick began to get stimulated. I was trying not to give in but it just kept coming up. By now she was working on my other leg and then she brushed her hands against my balls. She stopped to re-suds and then she put her foamy hands on the shaft of my dick and started stroking gently up and down.
I looked down and saw that her wet blouse had fallen away from her chest. And there they were. Those big. wonderful soft titties. They were gently bouncing up and down with her movement. She seemed to be breathing heavily. By now I had a full-on boner and she showed no sign of wanting to stop stroking.
“Mom, I think you better stop. This is getting kind of embarrassing.”
“But son, I have to get you clean, don’t I?”
“Mom you keep it up, I’m going to make a mess. I can’t help it.”
“Don’t worry about that. It’s perfectly normal for a boy your age.” So she just kept running her squishy, soapy hands up and down my boner. Pretty soon it felt so good I had no choice but to go with it. All of a sudden I felt a boiling in my balls and then an eruption. Next thing my dick was jumping up and down and I was moaning out of control. Then it came. The explosion of hot cum. Shot after shot and all of it went directly on mom’s face. There was steaming white glop hanging off her nose, her ears and especially her lips.
“Oh God, Mom, I am so ashamed. Look what I did. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t help myself.
“That’s okay son. It’s fine. It’s what’s supposed to happen. And I’ll tell you something else. It tastes so darn good.” With that she started gathering the glops of hot cum on her face with her hand and licking up every drop with her soft wet tongue.
I suddenly realized that there was more to this than Mom just giving me a bath after football practice. She clearly loved my dick and couldn’t get enough of it. No reason for any embarrassment of shame on my part.
“Mom,” I said, you were nice enough to give me a bath. I think I should now give you one.”
“But son, I have all my clothes on.”
“That makes no difference, just kick your shoes off and step right in.” By now she was my slave and ready to do anything I told her. Once she was in the tub I adjusted the shower head so it was aimed directly at her chest. I had just cum but those plump titties looked so good through her now completely soaking transparent blouse. I got down on my knees in front of her.
As I unbuttoned her blouse I said, “No way I can give a beautiful girl a bath with all these clothes on, so I’m going to help you get them off.”
She was moaning quietly. “Craig, this can’t be right, but I want it so much.” First I slid her blouse off her round full arms. Those titties were just irresistible. My mouth and tongue surrounded the nipples and licked them into a firmness of wonton sexual desire. At the same time my fingers found the closure and zipper of her skirt at the back. With complete assurance I opened them in spite of the shower water pounding her gently rounded stomach. Now the garment was at her feet. I threw it out of the tub and looked lovingly at the only thing left she had on: Her silk bikini panties. There were tufts of black hair bursting out the top and both legs of the panties. (So much for being a natural blond!)
I loved the look of those soaking wet panties and the way you could see all that curly black hair right through them. Damn! It had only been about ten minutes since I blew a huge load all over her face and I was already springing another huge boner.
Her panties were now cascading a Niagra of water down her smooth generous thighs and she slowly thrust the center of her panties towards my mouth. I opened wide and wrapped my lips around the sweet welcoming pussy that was just a silky film away.
“This is ridiculous,” she said, and with that she bent over and yanked her panties to her ankles and kicked them away. Now she was totally naked. So was I. She put her hands behind my head and pulled me into her succulent pussy lips. “Suck me Big Boy, eat me, tongue lash my clit till I hot squirt and orgasm all over your face. I grabbed her fat smooth ass and thrust her pussy into my face. Slurping, licking and then thrusting my fingers up her cunt and then her asshole. Suddenly an avalanche of water all over my face and screams of ecstasy filled the bathroom.
She then slid down to the bottom of the tub and Used her warm arms to pull me down there on top of her. The big welcoming titties squashed against my chest and the soft wet kisses all over my mouth were an assurance I had made her happy.
“But Mom,” I said. There’s still a problem.
“What could that be?”
“We still haven’t fucked.”
She spread her legs wide under me while the hot shower spray continued to beat gently on my ass she looked up at me sweetly and said “stick it in me Big Boy and drive that massive dick all the way to the bottom of my hot wet pussy.” Then she put her mouth on mine and ran her tongue lightly around mine.” Obviously my problem was not going to be a problem for long.














