The four hot moms were seated together in the bleachers watching their sons play ball. None of them found the games all that interesting, they were just there to support their boys and the team. Watching a field full of young teenagers play pony league baseball in the summer heat can be a tedious affair. They wanted their boys to win of course, and they often did, but their attentions were not always focused on the action on the field. They were usually staring at, and making comments about, the young man coaching the team.
The team was good, in first place in their division, which brought many of the parents and family members and other spectators out to the games, so the crowds had grown with each victory. But the four hot moms had been there from game one and were always seated in a cluster of lawn chairs a short distance away from the bleachers. That way they could check out the coach and make all of their various remarks, which were loaded with desire and lewdness and innuendo, and not be overheard.
The coach, named Augie, was a handsome young man in his mid-twenties. He was tall and tapered and athletic, a former college baseball player, with short, dirty-blond hair and baby blue eyes behind the sunglasses he constantly wore. The moms loved watching the smooth, agile way he moved around and peering at his ass, tightly wrapped inside his jeans. Of course Augie had checked out the moms too. He had a hard time not looking at them. At their hot bodies and firm tits and sweet butts, at every game, without husbands, dressed in short shorts with halters and molded tops, smiling when he glanced their way. He kept his shades on, hoping they wouldn't see him sneaking peeks. But they knew.
The hot moms all had kids in their teens and were quite a bit older than Augie. But that didn't stop them from wanting a piece of his young ass. Or at least talking about it.
Kayla was the least outspoken of the four of them. She was the newest addition to the clique, 34, recently separated from her husband, headed for divorce, and raising her son alone for the first time. She was black, with kinky, long black hair, and was hot and horny. She watched Augie and hoped that he liked black women and bubble butts. Her son was Jaylan, the left fielder.
"If he likes the dark meat, girls, look out," she said.
Donna was the youngest of the four at 32. She was half-Thai, a petite ball of fire with long, straight black hair down to her fine, curvy ass. She was married to a henpecked, pussy-whipped accountant, and had had men outside of her marriage a few times, usually during tax season. She'd had her son Rocky, the second baseman, at a young age.
"Nah, girlfriend, I bet he likes Asian girls and I hope he likes it rough. I'd like to sink my teeth into him," she replied. "Make him beg me to stop. Or beg me not to."
Janelle was the oldest of the four. She was 40, but didn't look it. She was a tall blond, a professional with a latent wild streak, hot and sexy and divorced. She had an on-again, off-again boyfriend, but she knew he was a nerd and was just for maintenance. The idea of taking Augie to bed was attractive to her, and in her mind, possible. Her son Jeff played center field.
"I just want to suck his cock," she said.
Lexi was a brunette, 35, also divorced, with a great, hard body and an attitude to match. She was a country girl, a local rough-around-the-edges redneck, very uninhibited, and tattooed in a few places, some visible with her skimpy outfit on, and some not. Her son, Ronny Joe, was a big, rangy boy, and was the first baseman.
Lexi and Janelle had met years before when they were both still married, and were swingers. They'd swapped husbands three different times before the guys said they wanted to see the wives getting it on. So Lexi and Janelle hopped into bed and went at it, and got into it pretty good. One thing led to another and soon the men were jerking off and blowing each other. Janelle and Lexi had an affair. The hubbies had their own thing going. Divorces ensued. Janelle and Lexi had been tight ever since, and although they both liked men, they still took a roll in the hay together every now and then.
"Janelle, how about you take care of his front while I take care of his rear?" Lexi said. "He won't know if he's coming or going."
All four moms laughed loudly, attracting the annoyed attention of nearby spectators. It was a crucial moment in a close game, so they shut up and settled down to watch. They knew their barks were worse than their bites, and figured it was likely none of them would end up in the sack with Augie. But it was fun imagining what they'd each do with him if they had the chance. And they each wondered, if it were possible, which of them would be first?
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"Hey, Coach!" Janelle called. It was a week later, after a close victory, and the team and coaches and spectators were walking across the field to their cars.
"Call me Augie," he said, smiling, as she strode up beside him.
"Okay. Augie," she said. "Augie, I was wondering. Uh, the season is over soon, and I was thinking that maybe you'd like to have a party for the team. It's been such a good season and all, and I think everyone would enjoy it. And if you are interested, I'd like to offer to host the party at my house."
"Really? You'd do that?"
"Yes. I have a beautiful backyard with a pool, Jacuzzi, a barbecue pit, and plenty of space for other activities. I think it would be a nice thing to do, and the kids and parents could celebrate our successful season. I know it would be well-attended."
Augie liked Janelle, thought she was hot as coals. He'd had an encounter with her years before, when they both had different lives, but he knew now that she didn't remember him. It was seven years before, and they were both much different then. She didn't recognize him with his shorter hair and sunglasses. But he could never have forgotten her. It was one crazy, delightful night and he'd learned a lot. In fact, it had been a turning point in his life.
"I think that's a great idea," he said. "And that's very generous of you. When were you thinking? We still have four games to play, and then the playoffs."
"After the playoffs, of course. Why don't you come over to my house. You can see the layout and we can plan it together. And I'm sure some of the other parents would be glad to pitch in and help."
Augie agreed, and they arranged it. He knew there was no real reason for him to preview the place, but he wasn't going to turn down a chance to get one-on-one with Janelle again. They would meet on Saturday afternoon. That gave Janelle a few days to arrange to have Jeff shipped off to his father or a friend's house on Saturday. If she was going to try to get in the coach's pants, she didn't want to have her son hanging around.
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"Janelle, you sly little fox, you," Lexi said. "You're fixin' to seduce that boy, aren't ya?"
Lexi's twang surfaced whenever she was excited. Janelle had just told her about the party planning party she had set up for Saturday.
"If he doesn't seduce me first," Janelle said.
"You may need some help, girl. I could come over if you like. We can tag-team him."
"Thanks, but no, I'm flying solo this time, Honey. But I'll keep that in mind."
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Janelle had suggested to Augie that they meet in the late afternoon on Saturday, and they agreed to four o'clock. She said that way it wouldn't interfere with any plans they might have for that day, but her real reason was because it would be getting on happy hour, and she thought a couple drinks would loosen them up.
Augie arrived at her home at a little after four. Janelle had left a note taped to the front door that said to come right in, she was in the backyard by the pool. So he opened the door and entered. He walked past the living room and kitchen to french doors that opened onto the covered patio out back. He walked out and saw Janelle seated at a black rod iron, glass-topped table, a ceiling fan rotating above her. On the table was a legal pad, pens, what appeared to be a couple magazines, an ice bucket, two tall plastic tumblers and a sweaty pitcher of some golden beverage.
"Augie! Right on time," Janelle said, and rose to greet him. She grabbed his hands and squeezed them, a sturdy grip. She was on her second drink already. Liquid courage.
She looked hot as hell, Augie thought. Her blond hair was was freshly frizzed, and she wore a lacy, v-neck beach cover-up over a black two-piece swimsuit, and was barefoot. He knew she had a fabulous body, he thought she'd look great in a potato sack. But the black suit behind the sheer, white cover was sexy as hell.
