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If I told you that I'm 42 years old and I closely follow cheerleading competition schedules for high school age girls, you'd probably assume that I'm some sort of pervert. You may be right, but not in the way you would likely be expecting. It isn't the high school age girls I'm interested in hooking up with when I just happen to book my business trips in the same city as the competitions; it is their moms. It was pretty much by accident that I discovered how the mothers chaperoning these events typically leave their husbands behind and quite often are open to an adventure, especially when it allows them to escape from all of the teen drama. I was initially intrigued by all of the young, nubile, athletic bodies running around the first time I encountered one of these events until I recalled how loud and annoying teenage girls could be. I was seriously considering changing hotels when I got a few smiles and some flirting from not just one but a handful of the moms. After a wild night with one of them, I not only decided not to check out, but decided to initiate some further investigations.
After a few business trips scheduled to coincide with competitions, and a memorable hook-up at each one, I became a follower of the schedules, if not of the actual competitions themselves. I had to be careful to spread them around, though, so I didn't run into the same cheer moms and start to arouse suspicion. I probably put what might be considered an unusual amount of thought into trying to get laid by married women with teenage daughters, but when these women cut loose, it could quite often be mindblowing. And it wasn't as if they were cougars, because in most cases, we were very close in age.
I still had to be careful because, as I was prowling for a MILF, I could very easily be mistaken for somebody prowling for a teenager. I would typically try to avoid anywhere that the younger girls were congregating if possible and focus on figuring out where their moms were. If I had to work on them in a group, that typically wasn't a problem, because the daring one would make an excuse to isolate herself to flirt with me alone. More often, though, I'd chat up a number of moms individually until I found one who was interested in playing. There was never a type, either; I'd never have been willing to make a bet on who the horny or adventurous one would be. Sometimes it was the one who'd put the most effort into her appearance, sometimes it was the pudgy, boisterous one with the big titties, sometimes it was the quiet, mousy, unassuming one; not knowing was always part of the adventure.
There was one particularly memorable occasion when I caught a look at one of the moms in the lobby amongst a gaggle of giggling girls, but it was clear that she had total control of the room. She was cute but on the plain side with short, curly light brown hair and glasses. She was wearing track pants and her ass looked just as nice as most of the teenage girls' asses, if not better. Otherwise, she looked like she was in pretty good shape. It just so happened that, by the time I made it over to the elevator, she ended up joining me waiting there before the elevator arrived.
"I have to tell you," I said, "the level of control you commanded back there was quite impressive."
"Thanks," she replied with a smile, "but if you don't have control, it can be like herding cats."
"Do you get a break now?" I asked, not really flirting yet, just testing the waters.
"No," she replied, "I just forgot something up in my room. I might get a break after their curfew, but not before then. It's too bad there's not a spa in this hotel, but it'd probably be closed by then anyway."
"I wish I could help," I said as we boarded the elevator, "but I can't offer you much more than a glass of wine and a foot rub. On the plus side, it'd be much cheaper than a spa treatment."
"You never know," she replied, surprising me with her sultry smile, "I may be desperate by tonight."
I casually threw out my room number without much expectation but I thought there was a little bit more swing in her walk as I watched her ass when she exited the elevator. Just in case, I made sure to slip out and pick up a bottle of red wine and a corkscrew. It wasn't hard to tell what time curfew was because the hotel suddenly grew very quiet. I was in lounge pants and a t-shirt by that point, fiddling around on my laptop while drinking my first glass of wine. I was pleasantly surprised when there was a knock on my door and beyond pleased to see the woman from the elevator standing outside. I opened the door and let her in.
"I hope you weren't kidding about that wine," she said, sounding a bit stressed out, "because I may just need the entire bottle and a straw."
She was still dressed the same and I watched her ass as she entered the room, heading toward the wine bottle. There was another glass sitting there for her, so she filled it and topped off mine, as well.
"To restraint against the urge to murder a teenage girl," she toasted.
"And a lack of restraint when the situation calls for it," I replied as we clinked glasses.
"Sit down," I said, once we'd taken a sip and she'd smiled at the taste, "vent a little if you need to."
I thought she might sit at the table near the wine, but she sat on the bed, peeking at my laptop screen as she did and only seeing the spreadsheet I'd been working on. I sat facing her and, as she started talking not only about the teens who'd been getting on her nerves, but some of the other moms, too, her foot was soon in my lap and I was massaging it. I also learned that her name was Deidre (like "daydream" without the "m" she said). It wasn't long after I'd finished the first foot, which remained in my lap, and was working on the second when she both finished her glass of wine and started massaging my cock with the foot not currently in my hands. My cock immediately began to grow and obviously tented out my loose lounge pants. She pulled her other foot from my hands and massaged my tool between her feet as I slipped a foot between her thighs and ran my toes over her pussy. Soon after that she pulled her feet back and got up on her knees, pushing me onto my back as she reached for the waistband of my lounge pants.
Lying on my back, I raised my ass so that she could get my lounge pants down and she soon had them off and cast aside. Kneeling between my spread legs, she took my cock in her hand and pumped it briefly before wrapping her lips around it. I moaned as her hot, wet mouth engulfed my tool and began to slide slowly up and down it while she pumped the base and caressed my balls. I relished her oral talents while I had the opportunity because it was only a few minutes before she abandoned my cock and stood on the bed. I was fully attentive as she dropped both her track pants and panties, exposing her light brown bush, then stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
She was quickly on her knees again, straddling me as she guided my throbbing tool into her dripping pussy. I easily slid all the way in as we both moaned and she closed her eyes. I reached around to squeeze and caress her sweet ass as she started to slowly ride me. It felt as spectacular as it had looked so I was focused temporarily on the soft, smooth flesh while she bounced up and down on my tool. Watching her tits bouncing slightly along with her, though, while still covered by both her shirt and bra, I wanted to get a better look at them and see them bouncing a bit more freely. I slid my hands up from her ass and pulled her shirt up until she was slipping her head and arms out of it. Letting it drop beside us, my hands went to her tits, feeling her hard nipples pressing out through her bra. I caressed them through the material before reaching back and unfastening it. She tossed it aside once it had slid down her arms but my hands were immediately on her bare tits.
Her tits were not large but they were nice handfuls and her nipples were nice and hard. I caressed the soft, smooth flesh and brushed my palms over her hard nipples while still appreciating the feel of her pussy sliding up and down my tool. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open with the occasional gasp or moan escaping from it. As my hands traveled over her tits, down over the smooth skin of her waist and back around to her ass, she was gradually increasing her pace while her moaning grew louder. I was pushing up into her each time she came down so that she could get the full length of my shaft, which was a little easier when she leaned forward, supporting herself on her arms. I was able to lick and suck her nipples in this position while continuing to push up as she rocked back on my cock.
My hands had gravitated back to her ass, and I relished feeling it in my hands, feeling her hot pussy sliding up and down my tool and feeling her hard nipples against my lips and tongue while she rode me harder. She suddenly went into slow motion when she started to cum and I could feel her body trembling as a whimper escaped her lips. I let my head drop back and just lay there, letting her do whatever she needed to in order to prolong the pleasure she was experiencing. Her pussy felt hotter and wetter as it was flooded with lubricants during her orgasm so I was thinking that I'd take control once she was done and give her a good, hard fucking.
"Can I fuck you from behind?" I asked once she'd opened her eyes again and had smiled down at me. She nodded and, staying on her knees, moved off beside me. I was quickly up on my knees, moving around behind her. Her ass was truly a work of art so I caressed it and ran my tongue between her cheeks, causing her to shiver, before guiding my cock back into her. She pushed back against me as I went back to caressing her cheeks then I started thrusting my cock in and out of her good and hard. Each time my hips tapped her ass, it jiggled just a bit. I found it just a bit more difficult to fuck her hard with my hands on her ass, so I moved them up to her waist and pulled her back with each thrust. Her head was resting on the comforter and I noted that one arm had reached down below her, presumably to stroke her clit.
"Don't cum in me, okay?" she requested, "I want to finish you with my mouth."
Since I hadn't had the opportunity to eat her pussy, I was thinking sixty-nine as I continued to fuck her and was feeling the stirrings of my orgasm. I ran my hands over her ass and back and around to cup her swinging tits as my cock slid in and out of her and the level of pleasure I was feeling increased. Wanting to thoroughly enjoy her oral skills as much as her pussy, I didn't wait until I was on the verge of cumming to pull out of her. She was able to remain on her knees as I moved to lie beside her on my back. She positioned herself over me and immediately took my throbbing, slippery cock in her hand, pumping it before wrapping her lips around it again. I gazed up at her trim, light brown bush above me as her mouth engulfed my tool and I couldn't help but moan.
As she started sucking my cock, I was running my hands over her ass before raising my head to lick her pussy. She was overflowing with pungent juices, so I attempted to lap up as much of them as I could before licking and sucking her clit. One finger slid into her so easily that I added a second and pumped them while my lips and tongue stimulated her clit. Her moaning indicated that she was enjoying what I was doing, but she still remained focused on sucking my cock and caressing my balls. I was definitely savoring the feeling of her mouth sliding up and down my tool while one hand pumped the base. She was a talented cocksucker and I appreciated being on the receiving end of those skills.
