Indiscretion
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Senior year was always going to be my year. I was already getting off-the-record informal scholarship offers to major Div 1 school so all that mattered now was the State Championship. And enjoying my time as king of the school. Part of my extraordinary athletic development involved massive growth of my both my cock and my balls after adolescence. It got so much that I was worried enough to see a doctor. She said she had never seen anything like it, as she stared salivating, but that it was nothing to worry about. Even the black seniors think my cock is huge when they see it in the showers. And every girl who’s seen has been filled with a combination of fear and lust. It seems to have some kind of magnetic effect on girls. Which is fortunate, because I also seem to have started producing a truck load of cum. And I do mean a truck load. Get me started and it’s like a pressure hose that can fill a woman in seconds, and then start expanding her like a balloon. I haven’t had any complaints yet though. Just a string of women leaving my bedroom bowlegged and cum drunk, their bellies and tits distended from being filled in every hole with gallons of young, strong cum.
After I’d broken every major state quarterbacking record, the little town I lived in was basically like putty in my hands. And as far as the school was concerned, it was like I was a Roman emperor. Of course, my tall muscular frame, high cheekbones, blue eyes, brown curls and a winning smile didn’t hurt either. I could have any girl I wanted at school, and most from the local junior college too. But for most of the last 12 months, everyone knew that I was fucking Lauren Dalziel, the queen bee of the school of the school whose dad had bought her enormous fake tits for her 16th birthday. We’d broken up when she caught me getting my cock sucked by 3 cheerleaders, not that she let that get out. Instead, everyone is feeling sorry for me as the town hero must be heartbroken. After that news got around, I even caught the moms checking me out at games or around town or taking a chance to be flirty. They'd never admit to fantasising about a high school kid like me. But I know they all do. All the attention was good. Because, although Lauren was a total bitch, one thing she did extremely well was hoover up my cum into her pussy ass and mouth whenever my balls needed to be drained. There was no shortage of takers now but what I really needed was a dedicated cum receptacle who I could put on a schedule and who had the capacity and willingness to keep me drained and satisfied.
One mom in particular had caught my attention. Holly Cartwright... Toby and Chelsea Cartwright's mom. Chelsea was in the year below and was starting to get a lot of attention from the boys as she grew into her body a bit and was awkwardly trying to flaunt it, at that stage where she couldn't quite find the line between slutty and sexy. I'd noticed her staring at me longingly more than once in the months before. Toby was a fat offensive lineman who hadn’t played a minute all last season. He was only the team because his dad had donated a large sum of money to the school’s athletic program. We give him a hard time in the locker room about how bad he is, how little he plays, how fat he is...but mostly his MILF mom. I didn’t know if it was surgery or the gym or genetics or all three, but she looked like a pornstar. A massive tits and ass that every straight male in the school would talk about for days whenever she turned up to a game or a school function. She had a much better figure than most of the girls in my grade. Hell, she had a better figure than most pornstars. Everyone agreed she was the hottest mom at school, with her blonde hair, high round tits and especially her unaturally big juicy ass which she seemed unintentionally to flaunt in yoga leggings or booty shorts when picking up her son after the gym. Most guys at school had jerked off thinking about that ass many, many times. Although of course the very sweet-seeming Mrs Cartwright would likely have no idea about that.
The interesting thing is that I’d noticed the way she had started cheering for me pretty damn loudly at games. Me specifically, not the team. I noticed the stares. The way that she seemed to put more and more effort into her appearance each game, her hair perfectly done, makeup getting more elaborate each week, the outfits getting smaller and smaller until it looked like her giant tits and ass would break free from her little tight tops and booty shorts while she jumped up and down yelling my name. When she cheered at our pre-season games, I was sure she was trying to catch my attention.
Given some of the tight little shorts she was wearing to games or to pick up Toby from practice I wondered if she was even aware of how her fat ass looked, almost an invitation to me to start hot dogging her. I'm sure every boy in school was jerking off to the thought of it at night.
The suspicion was consistent with her appearance in the front row of the bleachers, wearing tight jeans and the team's jersey on the Friday night for the fist game of the season, next to her slutty little teenage daughter Em, who waves at me. I wave back at her, giving her a winning wink through the bars of my helmet.
From there, my attention was focussed on what turned out to be a surprisingly close game. Even so, I couldn’t help but notice the way that Mrs Cartwright had really gone all out - apparently to get my attention - looking like a pile of flesh as her big ass bounced up and down in her tight outfit any time I completed a pass or ran for a first down, causing a lot of the guys in the stands to crane their neck to get a better view.
And then in the dying minutes of the game I complete the winning TD pass and the crowd goes wild as the final whistle blows. Most of the kids in the stands rush the field to congratulate me. As usual, the girls break away in a desperate push to reach me first. I am a little surprised to see you right there with them, your hair and make up getting a little mussed as you elbow your competition out of the way to reach me first. I figure that now is the time to start exploring this little fantasy I have about you. “Hey!” I say, still flushed with exhilaration, “It’s my biggest fan, Mrs Cartwright right? Toby's mom”. I catch your waist into a tight hug and say “I couldn’t have done it without my number one fan!” It takes some conscious effort to stop myself from cupping your fat ass possessively seeing as I'd been noticing it for a few weeks now and was used to taking what I wanted as far as girls were concerned. "I've been noticing you showing your support in the stands these last few weeks," I add with a smile as I pull your soft little body tightly against my hard muscular frame to indicate my approval. "But shouldn't you be wearing my number on that jersey?"
(Please PM me if you'd be interested in the female part)
After I’d broken every major state quarterbacking record, the little town I lived in was basically like putty in my hands. And as far as the school was concerned, it was like I was a Roman emperor. Of course, my tall muscular frame, high cheekbones, blue eyes, brown curls and a winning smile didn’t hurt either. I could have any girl I wanted at school, and most from the local junior college too. But for most of the last 12 months, everyone knew that I was fucking Lauren Dalziel, the queen bee of the school of the school whose dad had bought her enormous fake tits for her 16th birthday. We’d broken up when she caught me getting my cock sucked by 3 cheerleaders, not that she let that get out. Instead, everyone is feeling sorry for me as the town hero must be heartbroken. After that news got around, I even caught the moms checking me out at games or around town or taking a chance to be flirty. They'd never admit to fantasising about a high school kid like me. But I know they all do. All the attention was good. Because, although Lauren was a total bitch, one thing she did extremely well was hoover up my cum into her pussy ass and mouth whenever my balls needed to be drained. There was no shortage of takers now but what I really needed was a dedicated cum receptacle who I could put on a schedule and who had the capacity and willingness to keep me drained and satisfied.
One mom in particular had caught my attention. Holly Cartwright... Toby and Chelsea Cartwright's mom. Chelsea was in the year below and was starting to get a lot of attention from the boys as she grew into her body a bit and was awkwardly trying to flaunt it, at that stage where she couldn't quite find the line between slutty and sexy. I'd noticed her staring at me longingly more than once in the months before. Toby was a fat offensive lineman who hadn’t played a minute all last season. He was only the team because his dad had donated a large sum of money to the school’s athletic program. We give him a hard time in the locker room about how bad he is, how little he plays, how fat he is...but mostly his MILF mom. I didn’t know if it was surgery or the gym or genetics or all three, but she looked like a pornstar. A massive tits and ass that every straight male in the school would talk about for days whenever she turned up to a game or a school function. She had a much better figure than most of the girls in my grade. Hell, she had a better figure than most pornstars. Everyone agreed she was the hottest mom at school, with her blonde hair, high round tits and especially her unaturally big juicy ass which she seemed unintentionally to flaunt in yoga leggings or booty shorts when picking up her son after the gym. Most guys at school had jerked off thinking about that ass many, many times. Although of course the very sweet-seeming Mrs Cartwright would likely have no idea about that.
The interesting thing is that I’d noticed the way she had started cheering for me pretty damn loudly at games. Me specifically, not the team. I noticed the stares. The way that she seemed to put more and more effort into her appearance each game, her hair perfectly done, makeup getting more elaborate each week, the outfits getting smaller and smaller until it looked like her giant tits and ass would break free from her little tight tops and booty shorts while she jumped up and down yelling my name. When she cheered at our pre-season games, I was sure she was trying to catch my attention.
Given some of the tight little shorts she was wearing to games or to pick up Toby from practice I wondered if she was even aware of how her fat ass looked, almost an invitation to me to start hot dogging her. I'm sure every boy in school was jerking off to the thought of it at night.
The suspicion was consistent with her appearance in the front row of the bleachers, wearing tight jeans and the team's jersey on the Friday night for the fist game of the season, next to her slutty little teenage daughter Em, who waves at me. I wave back at her, giving her a winning wink through the bars of my helmet.
From there, my attention was focussed on what turned out to be a surprisingly close game. Even so, I couldn’t help but notice the way that Mrs Cartwright had really gone all out - apparently to get my attention - looking like a pile of flesh as her big ass bounced up and down in her tight outfit any time I completed a pass or ran for a first down, causing a lot of the guys in the stands to crane their neck to get a better view.
And then in the dying minutes of the game I complete the winning TD pass and the crowd goes wild as the final whistle blows. Most of the kids in the stands rush the field to congratulate me. As usual, the girls break away in a desperate push to reach me first. I am a little surprised to see you right there with them, your hair and make up getting a little mussed as you elbow your competition out of the way to reach me first. I figure that now is the time to start exploring this little fantasy I have about you. “Hey!” I say, still flushed with exhilaration, “It’s my biggest fan, Mrs Cartwright right? Toby's mom”. I catch your waist into a tight hug and say “I couldn’t have done it without my number one fan!” It takes some conscious effort to stop myself from cupping your fat ass possessively seeing as I'd been noticing it for a few weeks now and was used to taking what I wanted as far as girls were concerned. "I've been noticing you showing your support in the stands these last few weeks," I add with a smile as I pull your soft little body tightly against my hard muscular frame to indicate my approval. "But shouldn't you be wearing my number on that jersey?"
(Please PM me if you'd be interested in the female part)
