After practice instead of the boys going home, they talked Tammy into going back to her house for pizza and video games. She was there with all those fit young men and realized she made the mistake of wearing a short skirt and low cut top. The boys were very obviously looking at her body. A few of them were in a group and talking in whispers in the corner. As they talked quietly they were looking over at her and smiling and nodding their heads. Tammy's son seems to be the only one who disagreed with what was being said but he was ignored. Their eyes roamed the hot mother's exposed body.
She decided to leave them and go to the kitchen to get some drinks and snacks. But her real reason for leaving was to escape all those young eyes watching her well-tanned, firm flesh. Tammy knew those looks. They were the same looks many men gave her all the time. She should have been offended and angry but instead she was aroused by their lustful inspection. Tammy felt her own heat rising as these soccer players looked at her with such open lust.
In the kitchen she pulled bags of snacks out of the cabinets and bent into the refrigerator to get some drinks. That is when she was startled by some movement behind her.
Turning around she saw one of the players. Mike stood there looking as she was bent over the refrigerator. She felt embarrassment when she saw his eyes on her exposed legs. Tammy knew that at this angle he could see the crotch of her panties under the very short skirt. His eyes were riveted on her cunt. Suddenly her pulse quickened and her sex throbbed with arousal. He walked to her to talk and placed a firm hand on the small of her back. The touch was electric and she tried not to gasp or moan.
"Miss Tammy I have a problem and I need your help. I hurt my hand at practice today and it's giving me some trouble. Could you come into the bathroom and help me out?"
"Okay," she responded and felt his hand slide down her back and over her ass. He turned and walked down the hall to the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, he confided to Tammy that he couldn't get his pants off with one hand and needed her help so he could piss. He would have asked one of the guys but they would just laugh at him and called him gay, he explained.
She was a bit shy about it but decided she had no choice but to help Mike with his problem. Approaching him, she unbuttoned his shorts and then pulled the zipper down. Tammy then stepped back but he said he couldn't get it out. Again she moved closer and he asked her to just reach in and grab his cock and hold it for him while he peed. His voice was more forceful and he didn't give her any choice. She protested at first but he insisted. Her hand reached out and took his young cock in her hand. Her mind flashed the word "MILF" through her brain. She cursed herself because it felt good to hold him like this. Tammy knew it was wrong to be doing this, but he seemed to have taken control. She pointed his cock at the bowl while his hand reached around her back to take hold of her ass.
Tammy was startled when he touched her and told Mike it was wrong for him to put his hand on her like that. But he said he needed to hold on while she pointed his cock down at the toilet. Holding him and pointing it, she waited. His hand had a hard grip on her ass cheek. His cock was getting bigger with her hand around it. He said it was awkward and told Tammy to sit down on the toilet in front of him while he collected himself. He told her if he heard her pee into the bowl that he will be able to go too. Tammy was totally shocked by his suggestion. She knew how wrong this was. But Mike's suggestion increased this sexy mother's arousal. Acting as if she had no will of her own, she pulled down her panties, stepped out of them and sat down in front of him. His young cock pointed straight out as she sat there. It was in front of her face and as hard as she tried, she couldn't look away. She felt so humiliated, embarrassed and cock hungry at the same time. Tammy's breathing was labored and ragged as she waited there in front of him.
"Piss for me Tammy," he demanded. He had stopped calling her the respectful "Miss Tammy" he had used earlier when addressing her.
"Pull your short skirt up and let me see it. Show me."
It was so degrading to be sitting on the toilet in front of this young athlete. But she obeyed him, pulling her skirt up. She started to pee.