As Karen Miller looked through the windshield of her Range Rover at the soccer practice where her daughter's ex-boyfriend was running around in his little red shorts, her hand was under her skirt while she thought about how much this relationship had changed over the last few months.
In the beginning it was Karen running the show because it was Trevor Carlson who was the one with the infatuation problem. It was the kid who lusted after Karen, so much so that the lad had dated Karen's daughter just to be around her. The ruse had been so obvious that the middle-aged woman was surprised her kid hadn't seen through it, but her daughter was infatuated with the 18 year old soccer phenom at the time and couldn't see straight.
Back then Karen was just amused at the pimple-faced kid as he tried not to be obvious when he would stare at her breasts, his infatuation with her over-sized bosom charming in a way, but Karen had just thought he was a goofy kid until that night down in the family room.
Karen's daughter and Trevor were downstairs watching TV and they must have thought she was in bed and asleep but Karen was wide awake and from her vantage point she could see them both very clearly as they necked on the couch.
It brought back old memories of Karen's younger days, and she was proud of her daughter Missy because she was obviously resisting Trevor's attempts to get in her pants, and it was kinda cute when Missy finally relented and apparently compromised.
Karen was going to stop spying on them then and give them privacy, but that all changed when Missy pulled down Trevor's shorts and started to jerk him off. The minute she saw the scrawny little twerp slouched on the couch with his erection arched back on his stomach Karen changed her mind about everything.
Trevor had been easy pickings, Karen recalled fondly as she pretended to be seduced by the kid, even though she did most of the work. Trevor admitted that he wasn't really interested in Missy, and only part of it was because there wasn't any real sex in their relationship. It was Karen that Trevor had always wanted, and when he said that his eyes were fixed on her 40" bust.
That was how it began, with Karen even orchestrating his daughter's break-up with Trevor. That was for Missy's own good, Karen told herself, because her daughter wasn't ready for someone like Trevor because he was a man - too much man for little Missy, and furthermore Missy was jail-bait to the just turned 18 soccer star.
The married Karen was off-limits too in a way, but her marriage was a joke and as soon as Missy went off to college it was going to end. Karen hadn't had sex in so long before Trevor, and although he was inept at first there was no doubt the lad had the equipment and was eager to learn.
So Karen and Trevor would sneak around to have sex wherever and whenever they could, but as time went on Karen sensed that she was losing control of the relationship. Trevor wasn't the insistent one much of the time, it was Karen who was the one in heat and Trevor figured that out too.
Karen knew it was only a matter of time because not only was she 30 years older than Trevor, she couldn't compete with teeny-boppers like Missy, girls with tight bodies and stunning looks. Karen? She was attractive for her age but that age was nearing the half century mark.
Karen's D cup breasts only hid some of her thick waist, and the tell-tale lines around her eyes along with the start of a turkey neck were getting tougher to mask with make-up.
So this is what this had come to, Karen told herself as she watched raindrops begin to lightly fall on the windshield. She was now an aging cougar sitting in a parking lot trying not to be seen watching a soccer practice, playing with herself and hoping the team would be done soon.
To be caught by one of the other mothers - mothers with their own kids playing - sitting there would be hard to explain. Karen Miller, wearing a skirt with no panties along with a windbreaker and nothing beneath it. What if she got in a car accident? Well, she reasoned, at least she wouldn't have to worry about having clean underwear. For a second Mrs. Miller reached for the gear shift, having had enough of waiting for a kid to get done playing in the mist, but then she saw that little figure crossing the field and coming her way.
The Range Rover's windows were fogged up, which would have been perfect if they were already at their spot but they weren't so the middle aged MILF got the defoggers blasting while Trevor approached and then walked past her car, causing Karen to lower the window and yell out at him.
"Oh, Didn't think you'd be out here," Trevor quipped, and Karen knew that she had seen her there but was playing around with her.
"Funny guy," Karen snapped as she pulled away from the school and hurried to their secluded spot in the back of a little park near the boy's home.
"Driving a little fast aren't you Mrs. Miller?" Trevor asked innocently, while his hand far less innocently landed on her thigh and then inched up until he found what he was looking for, declaring, "Oh. I see why you're in a hurry. Mrs. Miller's hairy pussy is dripping wet. Did I mention that out of all the MILF's I bang, you have the hairiest pussy?"
"Yes, you've mentioned it a couple of times," Karen retorted. "I thought you said you liked it that way. I offered to trim it."
"No, Trevor is old school," he replied as he fingered the middle aged woman roughly, noting as the driver swung into a seldom used side road and parked behind the park's bathrooms. "Trevor likes a nice bushy cunt, and you made record time too."
"Can't believe how sweaty I am," Trevor noted as Mrs. Miller undid her seat belt so she could move, and the teen reclined his seat all the way back and lifted his rump so she could yank his shorts down and then carefully peeled his soggy jock off of his jewels. "Hope you don't mind Mrs. Miller."
