This story takes place in college, so everyone involved is over 18.
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The stands were packed as the crowd cheered and clapped for their team. The high rise bleachers rose above the concrete below, leaving enough room to walk under and hide in plain sight.
Under the seats, looking through the legs of everyone seated above, the football game continued as Paula tentatively followed the large, handsome young man. The crowd roared again as the ball was carried for another first down, shaking the structure they sat on.
Popcorn and trash fluttered down as she smiled nervously, kissing her secret partner. His tongue pushed its way inside her mouth, gliding over hers while their lips parted and hot breath fogged her glasses.
With a wall behind them and the bleachers in front, no one could see, or hear, as the aged mother dropped to her knees and unzipped her lover's jeans. Another loud crash occurred on the field as the defense stopped another rushing play, keeping everyone's attention focused while Paula yanked his pants down.
"Shouldn't you be cheering for your son?" John asked the attractive mother, now gripping his erection and wagging it in her face.
Glancing to her left, looking through the metal seats and rows of legs, she could barely make out the players; yet among them, #34, her son, waited for the team to get within field goal range.
"This is more important." she purred loudly, raising her voice so John could hear her.
Leaning forward, Paula opened her mouth, pushing her soft pink lips over the engorged phallus. Its length and girth were more than she could swallow, but with each attempt came small progress. Her tongue slipped under the shaft, wriggling as the head quickly met her uvula, causing her to gag and withdraw before trying again.
"Damn, you're getting better at that." he moaned, leaning back against the brick wall as she continued to squeeze him with her mouth.