This is a story about non-consent. Please stop reading if this genre offends you. Also, all characters are 18 or older.
"You're my best friend but I have to say this, your mom is a fucking bitch," Quinton said as he looked his friend in the eyes, "She's hot...so fucking hot, but there's something wrong with her," he sighed. He stepped back, "I'm sorry. I just had to say it."
Carl wanted to argue, wanted to get pissed hearing his friend say that but he simply nodded, "I know. Ever since dad left she explodes for no reason. I feel bad the way she screamed at you guys, I'll talk to her." he sighed.
Dan looked at his friend, "Remember when she'd tell us to come inside when we were kids in your backyard? She'd always had freshly baked cookies and milk. It must have been hard on her when your dad took off with that flight attendant...though I have to say, your dad sure has great taste in women!"
The boys laughed at that comment, even Carl. Mom was a total MILF even at 38...soon to be 39, tall with long shapely legs, huge natural breasts, a tight waist, and an ass even her son fantasized about...think Ava Addams Quiton often pointed out. But dad must have gotten bored with that and had run off with a 25-year-old blonde stewardess with an incredible body. It was strange visiting them, dad with a girlfriend just 7 years older than he was and seemingly nothing except sex in common.
The four boys headed over to the park carrying their soccer ball...the ball that bounced off the side of the house causing Stacy Martin to slam open the kitchen door and scream at the kids. None of the other boys had a yard even half the size of the Martin's so they'd hoped they'd have space in the park to play two-on-two.
Stacy stood in front of the sink, thinking about her tirade, tears forming. 'That was me?' she thought. 'Where did all that anger come from? Tom leaving?' She wished she'd listened to her friend Amy who'd urged her to go to therapy after he left. It wasn't the money as she'd inherited plenty and it wasn't the time...she had plenty of that. Her schedule had openings between tennis, golf, lunches with the girls, pilates, and yoga.
She decided it was time to get herself together, wiping the tears off her face she stood and headed down the hall to her bedroom.
Stepping out of the shower she looked in the mirror sighing, 'I am not over the hill yet,' she cupped her heavy breasts, 'I could find a guy, a decent guy,' she thought as she looked at her thick bush and chuckled, 'though I might lose him in here if we get intimate.'
After trimming and shaving her pubic area she slipped on her tennis outfit as she and Millie had a for the court she and Millie had reserved at the club where she was hoping to work off some of her frustration. She turned her body looking in the mirror as a thought crept into her head. Derek would be there and she liked the way he looked at her. Ironically, Derek was the same age as Lexi, the slut Tom left her for. How fitting would it be to send a video to her ex with Derek's cock in her mouth? Of course, she'd never do anything like that...the video part, not the cock-sucking.
She felt something between her legs she'd not felt for over a year and her nipples hardened as she subconsciously licked her lips thinking about the tennis pro's cock in her mouth. She made a sudden decision and slipped off her tennis shirt, shorts and bra and went over to the closet and pulled out the super-short tennis dress. She pulled it on, checking her figure out in the mirror. She tested her braless breasts pleased with how they looked then flipped up her skirt. Sighing she thought, 'In for a pound, in for a penny.'
She pulled out her tiny panties from her drawer, slipped off the granny panties then pulled on the white satin bikini panties. She felt younger, sexier and she'd not felt anything like this for a while. She looked at her crotch with the small patch of pubes showing through and ran a finger across her slit. She felt a surge seeing the pronounced camel toe wondering how to get Derek a glimpse...or more.
She looked at the time anticipating both the upcoming match as she and Millie were evenly matched but more running into Derek. He'd seemed a lot more interested in how she was doing after Tom left but she just never thought anything about it until now. She picked up her tennis bag and headed out the door.
"Oh fuck!" Quinten spat, "where can we play?" he looked out at all the fields with hundreds of elementary school kids running around.
"Shit, how about we go back to my place and play a game," Will suggested. "I got the new..."
"Fuck that, Carl said firmly, "Look, mom has been depressed lately but she can't fuck up our last summer before college. Let's go back to my house and we'll not slink away if she flies off the handle again. Anyhow, this is Tuesday and she plays tennis on Tuesdays."
"Cool, let's do this. Look man, if she screams at you again, we got your back. She might be having shit going on in her life, I get that, but to take it out on you is just fucked," Dan sighed.
Carl strode off home feeling determined to stand up to his mom. He loved her, but she'd been so short with him over the last few weeks and enough was enough. He played with the various scenarios in his head, none seemed likely yet all were intriguing.
Stacy felt the leather on the backs of her legs and ass as she started the car. Perhaps by the end of the day, she'd feel the hairy legs and crotch of a good-looking tennis pro against her also. She grabbed her ringing phone off the seat just as she was backing out of the garage.
"Hello? Mill...oh. No...no, that's fine. I'll...Yeah, no. I have to get some housework done anyhow," she sighed. "Sure, next Tuesday...good luck with him," she said trying hard not to sound disappointed.
She thought about Carl and how she screamed at him and here's Millie with her monster of an 8th grader. He was at the police station having been caught vandalizing the school so his mom had to cancel tennis. She thought how great her kid was and how she'd screamed at him. Ok, this was going too far and she decided to stop being a bitch. She decided on cookies! She'd bake him his favorite cookies, peanut butter with white chocolate chips.
She tossed her tennis bag on the floor in front of the couch feeling regret over the fading feeling of horniness she'd had. She looked in the mirror by the front door feeling slight disappointment as she hadn't had sex in 14 months...even with herself. She pinched her nipples through the thin fabric letting out a deep sigh, 'Wow! I'd forgotten what that feels like,' she thought. Then lifted her hem seeing the camel toe was still there, maybe even more pronounced...her finger sliding across then gently touching her tiny nub, gasping as a sharp jolt shot through her.
'Cookies can wait and perhaps driving the boys off wasn't the worst thing in the world,' she thought as she flopped down on the couch opening her legs. She closed her eyes her pussy eagerly throbbing as her fingers pressed on her clit through the panties. She thought about the large bulge in Derek's shorts and how close he liked to get when giving tips to his female clients. She thought about calling him for a private lesson later this afternoon... afterward, he'd suggest a drink at his place. She'd drop to her knees...
Without realizing it as she was lost in the image of her hands then her mouth on the fat circumcised cock. She could taste the salty hot skin causing her to slip off her panties then pull down the top of her dress. Her nipples felt like they were on fire as she alternated pulling on each one wishing Derek were here to pound her sopping cunt with his huge cock. Perhaps he'd suck on and play with her nipples as he stretched out her cunt. She stood and peeled off all her clothes, including her shoes and socks, then lay back down. Her fingers rapidly rubbed in a circular motion as she opened her legs wider the wet sloshing sounds and her rhythmic grunts echoing through the large living room.
"Come on, mom's not home so let's get some cokes then finish our game. Dan and I just need to close you losers out," Carl said as he opened the door to the kitchen, "Shhhh," he held up a hand, "Crap! Did I leave porn playing on my tablet?" he said softly. "I hope no one broke in."
The four boys looked into where the sound was coming from and gasped loud enough for Stacy to hear. "Shit!" Carl said backing out of the doorway. "Crap, come on guys, let's go," he said urgently.
Dan and Will shoved by their friend to take in the sight of the beautiful woman trying in vain to cover herself stopping and staring, jaws dropped. Quinton boldly leered at the trimmed bush and huge breasts flopping around as the woman tried to cover her nudity with her thin arms.
"Get out! Get out!" the woman said angrily as she tried to bend over modestly, "You bastard, you wait until I call your mother," she spat.
"Go ahead," Quinton held out his phone, "Call mom and tell her you were jerking off or whatever you cunts call it, in front of your son and his friends. I'm sure she'll ground me when I tell her how excited you got and how hard you made us," he said stepping forward.
"Carl! Carl, get in here and get your little friend away from me," she screamed out. "There you are," she hissed, "tell what's-his-name here to leave and never come back." she pointed at the boy who was getting closer yet.
"Dude, let's go," Carl said unconvincingly as his mom's tits bounced around as she tried to step into her dress but fell back on the couch instead.
"I don't think so," the boy said firmly. He looked at his friend, "Your mom had been a total bitch to us for the last couple of months. We don't do anything wrong yet she screams at us, and now she's blaming us when she obviously was hoping we'd see her exposing herself? I'll bet she did this on purpose." He turned back to the woman, "Stop! Drop those panties and lose the dress or I'll come over and rip them off you," he ordered.
"And we'll help," Will added as Dan and he stood next to their friend staring at the panting woman.
Stacy looked pleadingly at her son who stepped next to Quinton crossing his arms over his chest. She looked around but saw no escape. "Please?" she begged, "I'll make cookies and promise never to yell at you boys again...it's been hard since..."
Quinton stepped forward, "Ok. Dan, Will, hold her while I get some rope..."
"No, no please. I'll let you see me, but please don't rape me," the woman begged.
"I can't promise that," Quinton said. "Go on, let's see those great tits of yours again and spread your legs, spread them as wide and you can. Let's check out your cunt," he pointed to the couch.
