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Joe Jensen: 18yo http://imgur.com/WaLj5Ec

I am the star quarterback and the school stud. And I know it.

Here in Texas, football is everything. Think Friday Night Lights. The high school football players are celebrities. The team this year is in the State Championship game and we are virtually worshipped by the team community. As the star, I am recognised everywhere, asked for autographs, bought free drinks, stopped for handshakes and photos and girls around town are throwing themselves at me constantly. For the most part, this is high school girls - I've slept with all the hot ones - and college-aged girls (with or without boyfriends). Even the moms flirt with me, which I especially enjoy.

Things have gone a little further than that with one of the moms. Her son has been playing football with me since we were both in middle school. He is the fat backup lineman that was never cut because his dad gave a lot of money to the school.

Despite all the attention that I get, I have some plans for you. Everyone on the team agrees you're the hottest mom at the school and in the lockerroom we often talk about what we'd like to do with you if we got you away from your rich husband. You're a glamorous trophy wife type - fake tits, gym body, designer clothes - but you're not stupid. We all like the little outfits you wear to games, jumping up and down on the sidelines with your tits and ass jiggling and waving to me.

I've heard that you have started to talk about me a lot around town - how hot I am, what a great player I am, how lucky I'm going to make some girl feel. I even heard you have a poster of me up in your bedroom, which is pretty weird but hot at the same time given you're a happily married woman. I thought these were just rumors until I saw you at a game wearing a tight, tiny tank top the cheer squad had made for themselves that had a photo of me topless screenprinted on the front and said in big red letters "JOE JENSEN IS SEXY".

You were the first person to rush the field to congratulate me after that game, pressing your tits against me when you hugged me and gazing up with big adoring eyes. Your husband just looked on helplessly and I thought you were about to ask me to autograph your tits when I was swept away by well wishers.

Since then every time I see you it's been clear by what you say and how you behave that you worship me. I get off on it but figure that it's just a case of you being a super fan and I assume nothing will come of it.

Your husband and you have organised a cook out and pool party for after the championship game. Everyone in the team was speculating about how you'd look in a bikini and we're looking forward to seeing your body. Some of the things that were said were too much for your son, who left the lockerroom in tears.

During the game you're wearing an outfit that is skimpy even by your standards, ass and tits shaking around as you jump up and down like usual, trying to get my attention. You're distracting all the men at the event, even the refs! I wave at you a few times, earning me a cold look from your husband.

We win the game on a long touch down pass from me. As usual, you're one of the first out onto the field, pressing your tits into me and gazing up at me while I slip an arm around your waist to return the hug, confidently letting my hand slide down lower than is appropriate, wondering how you'll react...

 

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I am a true southern bell from North Carolina. There is old money in my family so of course it was expected that I would marry into money. I thought it would be in my own home town until a Texas man came to do business with my Father. I was not impressed by him but my Father was and before I knew what was happening I was pushed toward a marriage that I did not want when I was 21. It took a few years for me to get pregnant and than I finally had my baby boy that I loved with all my heart.

I was the typical Mother going to all the sports that my baby boy wanted to play. Unfortunately he was just an average player but was given special attention because of who his Daddy was. I went to every event he was in and cheered for his team and of course for him. He was not popular and just an average player but he got to play every game because of who he was. When he went to middle school I noticed a boy by the name of Joe Jenson. He was on every team that my son was on but he play outstandingly. I hoped that my son and him would become friends as then my son would be as popular as that boy. That didn't happen.

I knew I had to do something to help my son. I still had the wiles of a southern bell so I decided to use them on you and convince you to be my son's best if only friend. I knew you were attracted to me most males were so I decided to use that to my advantage. I began to go to every game and made sure you noticed me by wearing outfits that showed my impressive body to its fullest advantage. I jumped up so that my breasts would jiggle every time there was a touch down. I knew at times I was making a show of myself as I waved at you and my boy.

I wasn't sure if that was enough so I began talking about you around town. I knew that all that I said would get back to you on the grapevine. I even lied to people and said I had a poster of you in my bedroom. I knew people were talking but it didn't matter as long as I could arrange a friendship between you and my son. I was extremely happy in my marriage despite the fact that it had been arranged but there was nothing I wouldn't do to help my son become popular. I began saying things I normally would not say about a boy, like how lucky you will make a girl feel and how hot your were and what a great player you were. I even bought a tank top and wore it to them that said in big red letters, "JOE JENSEN IS SEXY".

After the game I was the first person to reach you and congratulate with a big hug before the rest of the fans swept you away. I didn't care I thought I had made my case. I walked away with my silent husband and waited with him in the stands for my son to come out of the dug out. After that day I made it clear by words and behavior that I worship you even though that is not true. I need you to be my son's friend and I will do anything to arrange that.

The season was almost over when my husband suggested we organize a cook out and pool party after the champion game. I agreed with him totally and went straight ahead with the plans. I noticed that my son was acting withdrawn and asked him why but he just said it was nothing. I knew it had to be something and was sure sooner or later he would tell me. I had a nice one piece bathing suit for the party already.

The day of the game I wore the skimpiest outfit that I had every worn. I jumped up and down every time a touch down was made. I noticed everyone looking at me but I did not care as I wanted to secure a friendship between you and my son. I did notice that every time you waved at me my husband gave you a cold look. Could it be he was jealous of a boy. I pushed the thought away and continued to enjoy the game and make a spectical of myself.

When the game was won I raced onto the field and right into your arms. Pressing myself into you as I gaze into your eyes. I smiled as you returned the hug. My smile froze on my face as your hands slipped down onto my behind. I managed to slip out of your grasp still smiling and softly said, "See you at the cook out", in my most sexy southern accent.