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Once again, Mom proved me wrong. Her insistent, tightly-gripping asshole kept me from going soft. Then I was getting harder and she moaned and drove me deeper inside her. Within minutes we were fucking again. Lying on my side like that, I wasn't thrusting into her nearly as hard as I had been, but she was still getting her ass filled with my hard cock. It was getting her off like I could not possibly have imagined.

My mother was coming nearly non-stop from getting fucked in the ass.

Watching her was almost as intense as how it felt for me. Not quite, of course. Her tight little backdoor felt fucking incredible. Then, too, the illicit thrill of knowing I was fucking my mother in her ass made it even more intense. I kept pumping my hips to meet her backward thrusts, but she was the one enthusiastically driving my dick in and out of her horny asshole.

After one last spectacular-looking orgasm, Mom finally shuddered, "Oh my fucking God that was so good!" She looked at me, shaking her head and panting. "I am just on fire right now. But we need to stop."

She had been getting her butt fucked for quite a while, so I wasn't surprised that she needed a break. I nodded and rolled slowly away from her. We both groaned when we felt my cock sliding out of her tight backdoor. When I was all the way out of her, I flopped onto my back and blew out a huge breath. "Damn, Mom, that was incredible," I groaned.

She rolled over and kissed me frantically, driving her tongue into my mouth. Her rigid right nipple dragged over my ribcage and her right hand slid down to find my cock and give it a squeeze. She groaned right into my mouth when she felt it. After swirling her tongue around in my mouth three times, she abruptly broke off the kiss.

"You're still hard," she groaned. "Such an amazing man I've got in my bed today."

Then she got up on her knees and moved away from me, toward the headboard. I smiled at the compliment and then crossed my hands behind my head and lifted up so I could see her. My heart did a little flip-flop in my chest when I saw her with that bottle of lube in her left hand while the slick fingers of her right hand worked a fresh coat of gel into her ass.

Mom didn't take long before she was on top of me, leaning down to feed me one hard nipple while her slick right hand stroked my cock and worked the tip into position. As soon as the head started spreading her open, she drove her butt down hard into my groin and grunted.

"Oh yeah. Here we go," she muttered. Then she started riding me steadily, once again driving my dick in and out of her horny ass.

When she was on top of me like that, her pussy soaked me with her juices. At some point I realized I was in a great position to play with her pussy while she rode me, and that was fucking awesome. It also got pretty messy pretty fast. She squirted all over my tummy the next time she came and cried out so loudly I worried the neighbors might call the police.

About the time I had that thought, though, Mom shifted her position above me and started really driving my full length in and out of her asshole. The pace was incredible and I knew if she kept doing it I was going to come again. A glance up at her face showed me her determined, horny expression and I knew that was her plan.

Mom wanted to feel me coming in her ass again, and she was going to get it. I released her hard, wet nipple from my mouth so I wouldn't accidentally bite her.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried out, and then I was bucking and pulsing and shooting one more substantial load into my mother's cock-hungry ass.

She dug her nails into my chest as it set her off. When we both finished shuddering through that intense climax, she slumped forward onto my chest and kissed me softly for a few minutes.

After that, I needed a break. Mom pouted, but let me slip from her cum-soaked ass. She was a little wobbly as she got out of the bed and made her way into the bathroom. I groaned when I sat up. The muscles in my back and butt were sore after all that exertion. After stretching a bit, I joined my sexy mother in the shower.

Mom looked as incredible as ever with the hot water flowing over her body. For once, my dick was completely spent. Mom licked her lips and looked down, and it was clear she was disappointed when she saw my drooping shaft. "I can't. Not right now," I murmured.

She let out a sigh, then said, "Just as well, I suppose. We really should eat some lunch."

My stomach growled in agreement. It wasn't until we headed out to the kitchen that I realized we'd been having sex pretty much non-stop for four hours.

* * *

Mom made soup while I made grilled cheese sandwiches. She had put the same dress back on after her shower, and still looked incredible in it. I felt ragged by comparison. When she caught me looking over her sexy body, Mom saucily leaned forward and shook her hips as she lifted the back of her dress.

"Whenever you're ready," she growled softly.

My dick lurched in my shorts when she revealed her sexy ass and I saw her glistening pussy and asshole between her cheeks. She was wet and ready to be taken, and had evidently lubricated her ass again when I had gone to my bedroom to put on clean clothes. I was a little surprised that my dick remained soft. She just looked too damned good.

"Wow," I croaked.

She gave me a sizzling smile, and let her dress fall back into place. We shared a quiet lunch, and I couldn't suppress the huge yawn that overpowered me after we had eaten. I shook my head and felt like I owed her an apology.

"Sorry, Mom," I murmured. "I'm afraid I need a nap."

She smiled and reached over to squeeze my hand. "No need to apologize," she replied. Then she lifted her head up to glance into the kitchen. "You realize we have been up, having sex, for close to seven hours? It's almost two in the afternoon already. Honestly, I can't believe I'm still...what's wrong?"

"Oh, shit!" I groaned. "I have a soccer match at two! I can barely walk, and I really should be there already!"

* * *

I was honestly surprised that my body was up for it after the incredible sex marathon I had enjoyed over the past 24 hours. Once I was out on the field, though, my legs and back loosened up and I was moving fluidly right away. I was a starter on the team and I had figured I would need to make an excuse why I couldn't play. Instead, I played of the best game of my life.

Everything just seemed to flow around me in slow motion. I could read everyone else's body language and anticipated where they were going to go. In our previous seven matches, I had scored a single fluky goal. I played midfield, so that wasn't unusual. My principle assignment was to defend against our opponent's best scorer and make sure he was covered all game.

That Saturday I took over the game. It wasn't an exaggeration, or my opinion. A dozen times I stole the ball, dribbled upfield and hit a streaking player with a sharp pass that gave our guys an excellent scoring opportunity. Three times I sprinted toward the opponent's goal and picked off a pass, catching everyone flat-footed. Two of those I put right into the net. The third was barely blocked by the goalie, and only because he made a spectacular diving save.

We won seven to nothing, and after the game three of my teammates apologized for failing to score on the other opportunities I had set up for them. Our coach was left at a loss for words. "Wow!" he repeated over and over, looking at me and shaking his head. Finally, he managed to string it into a single sentence.

"Just, wow, really, I had no idea you had that in you," he gushed, shaking his head.

I saw my mother out of the corner of my eye, beaming at me as she made her way over. I licked my lips and regarded the coach. "Neither did I, Coach," I replied.

Then Mom damned near tackled me, and everyone laughed. "You were amazing!" she announced. Everyone within earshot nodded in agreement.

"Oh, Mom!" I groaned, making a big show of pushing her off of me.

I was drenched in sweat after all that exertion, and my sweat now soaked the front of her dress. It was a good thing she had put on a bra and panties before we left the house, but now everyone could see those lacy undergarments through the thin material. She glanced down at herself when she caught several of the guys staring.

"Oh, wow, you really are sweaty," she laughed. "Now I guess we'll both need a shower when we get home."

She wasn't about to wait for that shower, though. Mom handed me the keys in the parking lot so she could pull out my sweaty dick and suck on it all the way home. I drove carefully and kept my eyes on the road and the traffic. She was so deep into her cock-lust that I couldn't get her to stop after I had parked the car in our driveway. Lots of people were out in our neighborhood, and I was scared someone would see us.

I wound up pinching my mom's left nipple much harder than I wanted to, just to get her attention. She squealed and looked up at me with a pained expression.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I hissed, "but there are people looking this way. We need to go inside."

She slowly lifted her head from my lap and looked around with her eyes wide. After nodding, she unfastened her seatbelt and we got out of the car. I felt bad when I saw her rubbing her left breast uncomfortably. When we were inside the house with the door closed safely behind us, I felt the need to apologize again. She shook her head and cut me off.

"Just stop," she murmured, running her hands over my chest. "I know, I get carried away sometimes. You were just so amazing out there today, after being so amazing in here all morning long. I was watching you play and I was cheering along with all the other moms, but I was getting so turned on watching you today. Then, after the game, I got close enough to smell you..." She leaned in and closed her eyes, shuddering as she took a whiff near my chest.

She groaned lustily and pushed me up against the wall. Then she was sliding down to her knees and yanking down my soccer shorts and jock strap. I still felt sticky and gross, but there was no denying her. That sweaty smell just drove her deeper into cock-lust and she was very loud as she slurped my dick into her mouth. Eventually I slid down the wall into a sitting position with my legs spread wide apart in front of me. Mom followed me down without releasing me from her mouth the entire time. She wound up kneeling between my spread legs with her face buried in my crotch and her sexy ass pointing up away from me.

It wasn't comfortable, but she wasn't letting up. I would have still been content to sit in that position and enjoy that loving oral attention, but then my legs started to cramp. It was pretty bad. I thought that spanking her exposed bottom would get her attention, but it only made her moan as she sucked me. I couldn't even push her face up from my crotch in that position.

Finally I leaned forward and struggled to my knees, and my chest forced her mouth off of me. By then my leg muscles felt like they were tied in painful knots. Mom looked up at my face in annoyance, but her expression changed when she saw the pain in my face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry honey!" she moaned, helping me to my feet.

She wrapped an arm around my side to help me out to the dining room. Once I was seated and stretching out my legs, she got me a bottle of PowerAde and I chugged it down. Before I had finished that drink, she moaned again. I should have pulled my shorts back on. My naked, sweaty dick was exposed between my spread thighs and she was powerless to resist. I had my head thrown back so I could suck down as much of that cool drink as I could. By the time I took the bottle from my lips and looked down, Mom was already attached to my dick once again.

That position was much more comfortable. I slowly stretched out and massaged my legs while my mother filled her mouth with cock. It was almost embarrassing the way she kept moaning and sniffing me while her mouth frantically worked me over. At eighteen, I was borderline obsessive about being clean and smelling good around girls. I think most guys are at that age.

Mom started shifting around between my legs and it took me a bit to figure out what she was doing. By the time I figured it out, she was pulling her panties off of her ankle and tossing them under the table. She moaned even louder and sucked me more insistently once her fingers found her wet, naked pussy. That was incredible, but the sweat on my head, shoulders and back was cooling off rapidly in the air-conditioned house and it was not comfortable at all.

I felt sticky and gross, and finally felt the need to stop her. I closed my thighs forcefully, squeezing her shoulders and ribcage until I got her attention. She still looked like she didn't want to release my dick from her mouth, but I grabbed her shoulders and stood, pulling her up with me.

"It's time for that shower," I insisted.

It's weird to think about, but I had already become accustomed to the magnificent feeling of having my mother sucking my dick enough that the hot shower was a sensual treat. It felt so nice to shampoo my hair and feel the lather washing away all that sweat and grime. Soaping up my body and particularly my straining leg and lower back muscles caused me to moan in blessed relief.

I had merely planned to get clean quickly, so I had hopped into my shower. Mom snapped open the shower curtain and gave me a glare that softened immediately.

"Oh, that's..." she trailed off, watching me intently for a moment before stepping into the tub and joining me. "The way you were moaning in here, I thought you were jacking off in the shower," she laughed. "I was so pissed to think you were doing that instead of letting me take care of it for you."

I had to laugh softly at her reaction. Then I moaned again as her hand went straight after my soapy dick and she stroked and squeezed it. I looked at her face and shook my head, smiling.

"Okay, I get it," I chuckled. "My dick is all yours now."

"Mmm," she moaned. "Don't you forget it."

I kept smiling as I watched her body moving in front of me, but I was troubled. In my mind I had added, "...until Dad gets home," to the end of my statement. I watched my mother's incredible tits undulating in front of me in time with her right hand stroking my soapy cock. Would all of this just end abruptly in two days, when my father returned from his trip?I didn't realize my expression had changed until she looked up at my face and asked, "What's bothering you, honey?"

I blew out a breath, annoyed with myself for spoiling the moment. I wrapped my arms around her so we could rotate around each other. "Let me wash you, while I think how to put it," I murmured. She smiled up at me and raised her arms over her head once I had the soapy bath sponge. Her naked body, glistening in the spray of the shower, took my breath away. I stared in wonder for a few seconds before I managed to shake myself out of it and started scrubbing her armpits. "Wow," I breathed.

When I was finished lathering up and scrubbing her back and legs, she pulled down the shower nozzle so I could rinse her backside for her. When I had finished with everything else, she spread her feet so I could direct the spray into her most intimate parts. I was completely hard after that.

"I'm glad to see you're ready," Mom murmured with a grin. "Before we get carried away and forget, though, what was on your mind?"

I handed her the spray nozzle and sighed, stepping back to reach out for bath towels. After handing her one of them, I spoke while drying myself. "I couldn't help but think, 'This will all be over when Dad comes home.' I didn't want to spoil the moment by bringing it up, but that's what's going to happen, right? We're not going to keep sharing showers and having sex after he gets back, will we?"

She looked at me and shook her head, biting her lip as she worked the towel over her shoulders and arms. "No. This will all have to end before he gets home, and we can never mention it again. You know your father. He may have...what's the word? 'Tacit?' Yeah, that's it. He has given us tacit approval in his absence, but that doesn't mean he would ever want to hear about it. Well...not directly."

I looked at her with some confusion. Later I would look up the word just to be sure. "Understood or implied without being stated." Yeah, that was the right word. My dad was all about being tacit when it came to talking with me about sex. I was still confused about what she meant by "not directly" talking about what we had been up to in his absence. It wasn't until we were dry and in her bedroom that I managed to bring it up.

"Mom, I have to ask. What did you mean by that last part? How would Dad hear about what we have been doing 'not directly?' That doesn't make any sense."

She stopped working her lubricated fingers in her ass long enough to turn her head and look at me. Then she swallowed carefully and blushed. That threw me for a loop. Here she was bent over in front of me and letting me watch while she lubricated her asshole, but my question made her embarrassed?

"Well, um..." she stammered, clearly struggling to figure out what to say. Then she looked at me standing at the foot of her bed with my hard cock at the ready and she sighed. "I couldn't help but notice what an incredible, strapping young man you had become. Your father caught me looking at you in a most un-motherly fashion. It...turned into dirty talk between us. Even if nothing had happened while he was out of town, I would have been telling him how his son had taken me while he was gone."

"Oh," I uttered. I blinked a few times as my mind worked through the implications of her statement. "So...when Dad gets home on Monday...?"

"I'm going to tell him what a dirty boy his son has turned into," she growled. "I'll tell him how you weren't satisfied with just a blowjob this time, and even my pussy wasn't enough for you." She looked into my eyes and licked her lips. "I'll tell him how you took my virgin asshole and made me love it."

It confirmed my suspicion, but I still asked as I crawled into the bed behind her. "Is that true? Dad never did this for you?"

"Ohhh, no," she moaned as my hard cock once again filled her horny backdoor. "Your father loves telling me what a sexy ass I have, but he never tried to do anything to my asshole. You are the first man to ever do this to me. Oh fuck! Yes! Fuck my ass, just like that!"

I couldn't imagine being married to a woman with such a sexy ass for twenty-two years and not doing this. I shook my head and looked from her face to where her sweet asshole was welcoming every thrust. Almost immediately I heard her moaning and felt her ass grip me tightly as she came. I was glad we'd had the foresight this time to lay a dry bath towel beneath her. She gushed copious juices down her thighs all three times she shuddered and came with my dick buried in her ass.

Shortly after her third orgasm, I had to stop. My tortured ass muscles demanded a break. "I really need to walk it off," I muttered as I slid out of the bed and tried to stretch my legs.

"Okay," Mom panted as she looked over her shoulder at me. She could tell I was serious because her irresistible ass was still pointed up in the air behind her. It was really frustrating to have to stop fucking it, but the pain in my backside had reached the point it was just unbearable.

* * *

Simply pacing around the house wasn't going to get those muscles loosened up. As soon as I realized it, I put on jogging shorts and a tank-top and headed out the front door. I smiled and waved at several of our neighbors as I stretched my legs into a loping jog around the block. The late afternoon sun felt good on my shoulders and my legs quickly loosened up as the muscles got warmed up.

Three laps around the block served to completely relax my butt and hamstring muscles, and a final cooldown lap ensured I would not cramp up again soon. I reminded myself I needed to hydrate again as soon as I went back inside. As soon as I was in the front door, I turned and headed for the kitchen. I sucked down three big glasses of water and knew I was going to be all right.

Then my mother came sauntering out from her bedroom wearing that sexy little lace nightie again. She looked at my slightly sweaty chest and her eyes flashed with arousal. I knew I was in trouble.

Mom practically dragged me back to bed, pushing me roughly down onto the damp towel so she could slither up on top of me and impale her tight puckered hole on my dick once again. She moaned into my neck as she savored the scent of my perspiration and kissed me frantically. The way she was bucking her hips up and down quickly pushed her right over the edge and I felt her juices drenching my pubic area.

She was just getting started.

An hour later we finally took a break to stagger into the shower. Mom had ridden me hard, but when I saw her sexy bottom pointed toward me in the shower I felt like it was my turn. I loved the way she moaned when my dick slid back into her horny little asshole. Once again she shuddered and came and I felt her juices pouring out of her. After that, though, she insisted, "My poor little asshole needs a little bit of a break, honey."

She turned around and soaped me lovingly. By the time we were clean, though, we were famished.

For the first time all day, we finally felt up to cooking something to eat. It was almost a return to normalcy; we got dressed and fixed a nice dinner together. I loved seeing my mother's face when she smiled brightly and shivered. The way she leaned up and drove her tongue into my mouth kind of spoiled the "normalcy" of the moment. I knew that as soon as we had eaten dinner, she would be ready for more.

She was, but Dad called while we were still eating. Mom's eyes lit up again, and she reached over to squeeze my hand when she took the call. "Oh, baby, you would not believe how incredible your son was today!" she gushed. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. "I meant at his soccer game, you dirty-minded man. No, I'm serious! He practically beat the other team single-handed. He scored two goals, stole the ball like a dozen times, and he assisted on almost all the rest of their points. Seven to nothing!" She nodded her head vigorously as my dad replied. Then she looked at me with a gleam in her eye. "Let me call you back after dinner," she said, "and I'll tell you what happened after we got home."

After she hung up the phone, she reached over beneath the table and squeezed my thigh. "You really were incredible," she said softly.

"Thanks, Mom," I replied with a smile.

She looked increasingly thoughtful and troubled as we finished eating. Eventually I felt the need to ask, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, sweetie, I really wanted to have you there in bed with me while I talk with your father. But the more I think about it, the more I think it's a bad idea. You know how carried away I get sometimes, and I don't want to ruin it." She sighed loudly and shook her head. "I'm sorry."

I gave her a soft smile and reached over to squeeze her hand. "Don't worry about it, Mom, I understand. You know I really love Dad. I would never want to do anything to hurt him. I think it's awesome what you two have, and I wouldn't want to mess that up." We shared another smile, and then I thought to add, "Hey, why don't you go make that call now? I'll take care of the dishes, and then I can join you for movie night after you get off the phone."

"You're so thoughtful," she murmured.

I figured that phone call would take a while, so I took my time and did a thorough job of cleaning the dishes, the kitchen counters, and the dining room table. Mom came out and gave out a low whistle when she saw the gleaming table.

"Wow, you really did a great job," she said. Her tone let me know she was genuine. "Let's get back to bed so I can thank you properly."

* * *

I don't know if "thanking me properly" was accurate. She was dripping with arousal after that phone call with Dad, and couldn't wait for me to fuck her horny little pussy. Not that I was complaining, of course. It still felt like wet perfection when I was inside her. It did not take long at all before I came inside her and she shuddered through her own intense orgasm when she felt it.

Afterward she pushed me over onto my back and hungrily slurped our combined juices off of my still-hard dick. I never went soft. She reached over to grab the remote and handed it to me, and then she finally released me from her mouth with a gasp. "Turn on the television," she panted. "I can't see your face in the dark."

I found a channel that was showing movie trailers for all the pay-per-view stuff. There was just no way I would be able to pay attention long enough to actually watch a movie, but it felt like this still qualified as "movie night." I came in her mouth again after a long and thorough blowjob, and she shuddered through her own orgasm as she drank every drop of my sperm.

We took a short break so I could brush my teeth, and she left the bathroom light on when we went back to bed. I watched her undress for bed and shook my head in undisguised admiration.

"You look incredible," I breathed. "I still can't believe I get to see your body like this."

Her smile was just as beautiful. "Oh, honey," she purred. "You really know how to make me feel sexy."

I could not stifle the yawn that overcame me, and felt like it ruined that moment. "Sorry, Mom," I said as I covered my mouth. "I'm afraid I'm wiped out. It's been a really full day."

She just smiled and shook her head. "It's okay. I understand. Get some sleep, and then we can enjoy some more of this incredible quality time."

Once again I fell asleep with a smile on my face and my mother's mouth happily nursing on my dick.

* * *

As was almost always the case, my dick woke up long before I did in the morning. I was only aware of my surroundings and my muscles hadn't yet unlocked when Mom moaned and slurped harder around my morning erection. Then she abruptly stopped and pulled her mouth off of me. By the time I could actually open my eyes and move, she was already bouncing up and down on top of me with my cock in her ass.

I licked my lips and watched. She was facing away from me and leaning slightly forward so I had an unobstructed view of my shaft driving in and out of her sexy backdoor. I thought about making a smart-alecky comment about her not wasting any time, but then I realized it was already Sunday morning. I would have school the next day, and then Dad would be home. This might be the last day for me to enjoy the marvelous sensation of fucking my mother in her impossibly perfect asshole.

My hands reached up to hold her hips and steady her as she shook through an intense orgasm. Her juices poured out and soaked my balls and thighs. Shortly after that, she had to use the bathroom and shower. I got up and made us a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. We would need our energy, and I did not want to have to stop again until dinnertime.

Right after that breakfast, I bent my mother over the kitchen sink and fucked her in the ass. I held nothing back and soon shot a massive load deep inside her. She cooed happily to feel it, and turned to kiss my mouth while my dick was still pulsing out all that fresh, creamy cum.

"Ohhh, I love that," she groaned. "I wish we could start out every day like this."

"That would be incredible," I moaned in agreement.

My body was shuddering through the final stages as I emptied my nuts inside her tightly-gripping ass, but in my mind I pictured what she described. Mom always wore skirts to work, even when it was chilly outside. Dad usually left for work while we were still eating breakfast. It was easy to imagine the two of us heading out here after breakfast, putting our dishes in the sink, and then lifting my mother's skirt so I could take her just like this.

"You'd need a butt plug," I murmured.

"What?" she asked, clearly confused.

"I was just thinking that if we started every day like this, you would have a massive load of my cum in your ass. You'd need a butt plug or it would be leaking out and drenching your panties all day long." I chuckled as I felt her asshole squeeze down on the base of my shaft. "Could you imagine that?" I asked in a husky whisper, "going to work every day with a fresh, hot load of your son's sperm filling your ass? My goodness, Mom, what would they think if anyone ever found out?"

I felt her shudder and watched her bite her lip as she looked into my eyes and came. "You're such a bad boy," she whispered, "putting such dirty thoughts in my head."

* * *

The day wasn't entirely a non-stop fuck-fest like I had hoped, but it was close. I lost track of the number of times I came deep in my mother's horny asshole. Neither of us could get enough. We finally fell into bed completely exhausted after one final shower together. I was already half asleep when Mom squirmed around in the bed and took me into her mouth.

In the morning, I was again reminded what a lucky guy my father was. Mom was once again sucking me vigorously, and I opened my eyes to find her between my spread thighs. Her head bobbed up and down and she was making those same obscenely loud slurping noises. She moaned happily when she felt me swelling in her mouth, and then I groaned and fed her a fresh batch of sperm.

I softened only slightly after I came, and her wet, talented mouth never relented until she had teased out every drop. By the time she had gotten all of it, I was completely hard again. I watched her sexy face the entire time, and saw the wild look in her eyes when she pulled her mouth off of me and was faced with my wet, throbbing dick. She looked up at my face and panted, "We still have time!"

I didn't have to ask. We had time to lubricate her horny asshole, and time for me to give her a deep, thorough butt-fucking. There was time for her to come three times as I fucked her ass, and time for me to come hard, deep inside her. There was just enough time for us to share a quick shower and get dressed for school.

That didn't leave quite enough time for breakfast, but we snagged granola bars to munch in the car on our way to school. Mom parked further out in the parking lot and looked around quickly before leaning over and giving me a searing kiss.

"Thank you for taking care of me this weekend," she murmured dreamily. "You were incredible."

"I'm the luckiest guy on earth," I replied, looking at her and shaking my head.

It wasn't until I got out of the car and walked up to the school that it hit me. That may have been it. I might never get to experience anything sexual with my mother, ever again. I stopped walking for a second, but then the press of other students carried me with them into the building. I kept walking on autopilot until I reached my locker. I knelt and opened it, getting out my book bag and the textbooks I needed for my first three classes.

A sexy pair of legs appeared on my left, drawing my attention. I followed those legs up to a long skirt and smiled up at Emmanuelle. "Hey there, stranger," I joked softly.

She was still in two of my classes, so it wasn't like I never saw her. We just hadn't talked much since she broke up with me and started seeing Justin. Before she said a word, I knew they had broken up. She knew Denise and I had broken up three weeks earlier. As I stood up, it was obvious there were way too many people around. I leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

"So, are we going to date again, or are you just looking to hook up with me, now that you're single?"

"I don't know," she whispered in reply.

I nodded. We looked into each others' eyes briefly, and she shivered. So. We were going to fuck, and after that we would figure it out.It was a real struggle for me to pay attention through my classes for the rest of the day. I had homework in my first two classes. Normally, I would have worked on it through the rest of the day as I sat in my other classes, but I just lacked the focus to get it done. At the end of the day, I chuckled when I realized the extra homework meant I would need to go to my room to start working on it about the time Dad got home from the airport.

I could only imagine what the two of them would do once I gave them that privacy.

Emmanuelle was waiting for me at my locker. "I thought I would give you a ride over to the elementary school, so we could talk," she offered.

"Sounds good," I replied.

I really wanted to kiss her, and I'm sure she could tell. Our school had a draconian "no-PDA" rule, though, and neither of us wanted to be suspended. We waited until we were in front of the elementary school and took advantage of the dark window tint to kiss and grope each other in the parking lot.

"Damn, I've missed that," she gasped as we broke off the kiss. I wasn't sure if she meant kissing me, or my hard cock throbbing in her hand. She shook her head and looked into my eyes. "Why did we break up again?" she asked.

I knew she was being rhetorical, but answered her anyway. It was just to let her know I didn't hold anything against her. "You always had a crush on Justin, and you wanted to date him," I reminded her. "And you were annoyed with me because I had been really pushy about wanting to fuck you in the ass."

She gave my dick a squeeze and looked a little unhappy. "Yeah, I heard Denise really enjoyed that," she murmured.

"--aaand there's my mom," I warned her as I saw my mother walk out of the school building. Emmanuelle quickly released my dick and sat back in her seat. I smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, Emmanuelle. I won't try to fuck you in the ass until at least the third date...unless you ask me to do it before then."

"You're terrible!" she laughed. I bent and gave her another brief smooch before getting out of the car and waving at my mother. Before I closed the car door, she said, "Call me later."

I nodded at her through the window. As I stood up again, I realized my mom was talking with Monica. Monica was quite a bit shorter than Mom, and I hadn't seen her through the press of students, teachers and parents. I watched my mother, and saw her watching Emmanuelle driving away. It wasn't a surprise when that was the first thing out of her mouth.

"Was that Emmanuelle?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," I nodded.

"Are you two getting back together?" she asked.

"Maybe," I replied. I shrugged, but couldn't miss the disappointment in Monica's expression. Neither could my mom.

"Monica!" she hissed. "You can't date my son! He's only eighteen."

Monica blushed and bit her lip, obviously embarrassed. My mother just looked a little too amused, and I decided to make her pay for that. I put my hand on Monica's shoulder and gave her a soft squeeze.

"Of course not," I chuckled softly. "I'm a student and Monica works for the school district, so of course we can't date. But...maybe we could just hang out some time, maybe watch a movie and get to know each other better?"

"Oh!" she said in surprise. Her eyes raked over me and lingered at the obvious bulge at my crotch. She licked her lips before looking back up at my face. "I think I'd like that," she murmured.

Mom's eyes widened for a moment, and then she gave me a dirty look. "I guess we should get going," she said. "Have a great afternoon, Monica."

"You too," Monica replied.

Then we all chuckled as we walked out to our cars. Monica had parked right next to my mom's car, so it was a little awkward that we had already said our good-byes. I waited for her to get into her car before I opened the passenger door. She was staring at my crotch when I looked down at her face. I don't think she was aware I had caught her staring when I let myself into the passenger seat and chuckled.

"You're so bad," Mom growled at me, after I had closed the door.

I smiled over at Monica and gave her a brief wave as I fastened my seat belt. Then I fixed my mother with my most innocent expression.

"What do you mean, Momma?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.

She laughed hard as she started the car. Then she chuckled again a moment later after we had backed out of the parking spot and pulled into the stop-and-go parking lot traffic. "Maybe I should unleash you on her," she murmured. "I've seen the last three guys she dated. Not an impressive one in the bunch. I doubt she's ever had a real stud in her bed before. It would be amusing to see her after you've had your way with her." Then she turned to me and shook her head. "Of course, you would just plain wreck that little girl."

"Damn, Mom," I groaned. "I wasn't actually going to do it. I was just teasing her and you. But after you put it that way..." I was completely hard as I pictured Monica's shocked face beneath me in her bed. My dick wanted to wreck that tight little pussy.

* * *

When we got home, Mom hustled into her bedroom and returned with the bottle of anal lube from her headboard. "You need to put this away in your room, before your father gets home," she reminded me. I nodded and took the bottle from her. She walked into my bedroom ahead of me, and bent over to put one hand on my bed. She flipped up her skirt, revealing her naked bottom. "We just didn't have time this morning," she said. "All day I was thinking about what you said yesterday, about taking me in the kitchen after breakfast like this."

I nodded and quickly dropped my pants and boxer-briefs. Mom gasped in surprise when I stepped up and slid my hard cock into her pussy before opening the bottle of lube. "Once your father gets home, we can't do any of this anymore," she reminded me.

"I know," I replied simply. I savored a wonderful, slow thrust into the velvety perfection of her pussy.

"Good," she panted.

I realized a little sadly that I had gotten so caught up in fucking my mother's sexy ass that I had scarcely enjoyed the exquisite sensation of fucking her sweet pussy the past two days. I closed the bottle of lube and reached over to set it on the corner of my desk. For the next hour I enjoyed fucking my mother in her wet, horny pussy. We shared one last shower and then changed the bed linens in both bedrooms.

Mom reminded me to call Emmanuelle, and I felt a little silly to have to be reminded. Just a few months earlier, that lovely girl had been the center of my world. I had to wonder if we could ever be like that again. I got my phone and sat at the desk in my bedroom before making that call.

"Hey, Emmanuelle," I greeted her. "Whatcha doin'?"

"I'm playing with my wet pussy and wishing you were here," she replied in a throaty whisper. She waited just a moment and then said in a normal voice, "Not really. Everybody's home and I have a ton of homework. I've got this research paper for my Statistics class and it's just brutal. I'm afraid I won't even have a chance to see you after school until Thursday."

I groaned, "And I have soccer practice then. Thursday evening?"

"Yes!" she replied.

We talked for another few minutes about more mundane high school stuff, and then I heard my dad pull up in the driveway. Shortly after that I heard my parents kissing and moaning in the front hallway. I let out an involuntary moan as I pictured my horny mother.

"Are you okay?" Emmanuelle asked.

I blew out a long breath. "Sorry," I muttered. "I'm just really horny and I keep thinking about what you said earlier; about playing with your wet little pussy."

That earned me a groan from her, and at the same time I heard my parents giggling softly as they hustled past my bedroom door on the way to their room. I shook my head and knew that was going to be some hot fucking action. I almost wished I could be there to listen to my mother's story. Emmanuelle was conspicuously quiet and I wondered if I had said something out loud.

"Sorry," she finally whispered. "I just went into my room to close the door. You got me so wet just now, and I'm going to need to take care of myself before I'll be able to concentrate on my homework."

I listened to her fingers as they worked their way into her. There were enough wet, squishy noises that I could clearly hear them over the phone. It was arousing and fun to murmur dirty things to sweet Emmanuelle until she shuddered and came. Then we had to hang up. We both had a lot of homework to get to.

I struggled for focus once again as I slogged my way through my homework. Mom's lusty moans and cries were just too clear through my closed bedroom door. I still wasn't finished when it was time for dinner. Neither were my parents, evidently. They were still going at it when I started cooking for us.

Dad surprised me with a big, warm hug. I turned and smiled, and returned that hug.

"I love you, Dad," I murmured.

"I love you too, Son," he replied. "Thanks for taking care of your mother while I was gone."

I'm sure my eyes widened at that. He chuckled and added, "She told me it was nice to actually get a good night's sleep for once while I was out of town."

That was about as obvious as my dad had ever been. I swallowed heavily and nodded. Later I would realize he was letting me know that he knew what had happened while he was gone. He knew Mom had sucked my dick, and he was cool with it. Damn. I love my dad so much.

* * *

We had a really nice dinner together, but I had to get back to work right after we cleaned up. I managed to knuckle down and finish everything just before my parents came in to hug me goodnight. Mom wore a sexy little outfit and Dad watched with a grin as she hugged me. Then he gave me a hug and followed her sexy bare bottom out my bedroom door.

I expected to lie awake listening to them having loud sex, but instead I zonked right out. The next morning, it was my dad's grinning face that woke me up. However, it was clear something was bothering him. I didn't get the chance to ask before he headed out for work.

As I ate breakfast, I noticed my mother also had a troubled expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm sure it's nothing," she murmured, shaking her head softly.

"No, whatever it is, it was clearly bothering Dad, too," I said. "What happened?"

"I told him how our son had taken my asshole, and how much I had loved it," she said softly. "When I told him I wanted him to fuck me in the ass..." she shook her head again. "He wasn't happy about it."

"Oh," I replied, unsure what else to say.

"We agreed to just drop it," she continued, shrugging. "I'm sure this will pass and we'll be fine."

We quickly finished breakfast, and Mom gave me a grin after she saw the bulge in my jeans. In the car, she asked how my call with Emmanuelle had gone.

"It was nice, talking to her again," I replied. "I'm just not sure if we'll actually wind up getting back together."

When we pulled up in front of the high school, Mom leaned over to give me a brief kiss. Her hand landed on the shaft of my dick and she squeezed it before her eyes went wide.

"I'm so sorry!" she muttered. "I shouldn't have--"

"It's okay, Mom," I chuckled. "Accidents happen. You have a great day!"

"You too!" she replied happily.

I barely saw Emmanuelle outside of our two classes, and we didn't sit near each other in either of those. We got a brief chance to talk at lunchtime, but never had privacy to really discuss what we wanted to. I was able to focus well during soccer practice that afternoon, but I wasn't quite the "rock star" some of my teammates were expecting after that performance I had put on Saturday.

Still, I was better than I had ever been prior to that one performance. Just having done it made me aware I was capable of more than I had ever imagined. My teammates were looking for it when I passed them the ball now, and it made our offense much more impressive. We believed we were better, so we played better.

* * *

When I got home, my dad was lounging in the recliner and Mom was on her knees between his legs. He gave me a casual nod but didn't say a word. I licked my lips and looked at my mother sucking his dick before I smiled at my dad and shook my head. Then I headed into my bedroom, dropped off my book bag, and headed in to take a shower.

By the time I emerged, they were done. Mom was sitting in my dad's lap with a satisfied smile on her lips. I plopped down on the couch and watched television with them. Dad was really "on" that afternoon and evening; he had us laughing hard every time he would crack a joke.

We had a nice dinner together as a family. As usual, we cleaned up the dishes together and then the three of us sat on the couch afterward with Mom in the middle.

I tried to act like I didn't notice when she leaned over and started sucking my dad's dick partway through the second show. It was impossible to miss the way she moaned happily when he came in her mouth. I thought my dad did a masterful job of controlling his own response. Afterward, Mom sat up and sighed happily as she savored the cum that was still in her mouth.

After she gulped it down, she murmured, "Thanks baby."

Dad just grunted softly and leaned down to give her a brief smooch.

Then she turned and straightened in her seat. I turned to give my folks a smile, but then saw that familiar, vacant stare on my mom's face. She was staring at my crotch. I glanced down and realized I had gotten hard from listening to her. Mom gave a little whimper in her throat and started to lean toward me. My eyes shot wide in alarm.

"Mom?" I said, uncertainly.

Dad reached over and lightly scratched my mother's back. There was a slight edge to his voice when he asked, "Sweetie, what are you doing?"

Mom blinked a few times and looked up at me, then turned to look at Dad. "I--I thought maybe..." she mumbled weakly.

He just pursed his lips and shook his head, twice. He didn't look upset, but that was all it took. Mom nodded and leaned against his arm again. After a couple of minutes, Dad made a crack about the show, and I immediately had a follow-up. Mom laughed, and then we were back to our normal family behavior. After the show, I gave both my parents a hug and brief smooch in the living room and then went to my room to work on my homework.

After an hour, Emmanuelle called briefly to tell me she was going to bed, and we wished each other sweet dreams. A few minutes later I finished my last assignment and went to bed. Once again, I zonked right out. I had been physically worn out following soccer practice, and wasn't at all surprised.

* * *

The next day, though, I had an all-day boner that just would not go away. I woke up completely hard and pitching a tent in my covers. There simply wasn't time for me to jack off before school, so I dressed in baggy pants with snug boxer-briefs to hide it as best I could. Twice Emmanuelle looked my way during our classes, and her eyes went wide at my lust-filled expression.

After lunch, I had the one class I still shared with Denise. I got to my desk before she came in, and I could not tear my eyes from her nice full tits and her sweet, tight little butt when she slid into her seat. I had to grin sheepishly when she caught me staring. I was just glad her new boyfriend wasn't there to take issue. Not that I was intimidated, mind you. I just didn't want to be "that guy."

Right after school, Emmanuelle caught up to me and offered to give me a ride over to the elementary school again. Just like we had on Monday, we kissed and groped each other in the parking lot. We both groaned when her hand squeezed my rock-hard shaft.

"Emmanuelle, I want you so bad," I panted.

"I want you too!" she groaned. "God, I'm so tempted to drive around the corner so you could fuck me. Someone would see us for sure, though."

"Maybe we'd get away with a quick blowjob," I joked.

Her eyes flashed, and she shook her head. "I'm still not doing that," she spat. She saw my surprised expression and added, "You may have taken my virgin pussy, and my ass, but I've got to save something special for my husband."

"Oh," I replied. I nodded, to signal I understood, but what I was thinking was, Shit! I'll be dating this girl who refuses to suck my dick, while I live with the woman who gives the best blowjobs in the world?!? Life can be cruel.

Then I looked out the windshield and saw the smiling face of the woman herself. My dick throbbed when she licked her lips.

"There's my mom," I murmured. I gave Emmanuelle another brief smooch and sighed as I got out of her car. "Can I call you later?" I asked.

She shook her head sadly. "I'll try to call you later, if I can, but I probably won't be able to tonight."

I nodded in understanding. From what she had told me, she would be up really late trying to finish her research project. I pushed her car door closed, but then glanced down and saw how obvious my dick was even through those baggy pants and snug underwear. I quickly pulled my book bag from my shoulder and held it in front of me.

I figured that would be too obvious if I walked over to where my mother stood talking to Monica, so instead I headed over to Mom's car and waited. Eventually she saw me and waved, and I acted like I'd just noticed her when I waved back. Mom said something to Monica and then came over to the car.

"You weren't up to teasing poor Monica today?" she quipped.

I grinned and shook my head, but waited until I was seated in the car with my door closed before uncovering my lap and dropping my book bag to the floor.

"I have been dealing with this pretty much all day," I said, pointing at the tent in my lap. "I had my book bag in front of me, and figured it would be pretty obvious I was hiding something if I just walked up to you. Monica wouldn't be the only one getting a show if I put my book bag back over my shoulder. So, I just found the car and waited."

Mom stared at my lap and swallowed twice as she listened to me. "All day, you say?" she finally acknowledged.

I knew I had fucked up as soon as she started the car. The smell of her wet pussy immediately filled the car, and that only got me harder. As we slowly made our way through the parking lot one car-length at a time, Mom kept glancing over at my lap, and her thighs squeezed together repeatedly. I was salivating at her heavenly scent, but it was overwhelming me. I rolled down my window, and Mom let out an embarrassed chuckle when she figured out why. She rolled down her window and the back windows as well.

We were both incredibly horny when we finally got home.

As soon as we were in the house, Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a full-body hug. She wrapped one leg around my thigh and humped her pussy against my straining shaft. Her tongue slid insistently into my mouth, making me pull my head back with a gasp.

"Dad's back," I reminded her.

She blew out a shuddering breath and slid her leg back down to the carpet. "Sorry," she muttered, releasing me and carefully backing away before heading into her bedroom.

I went into my room and dropped my book bag by my desk. I was still impossibly horny, so I stripped and lay back on my bed. My dick throbbed in my grasp, but I only stroked it five or six times before I heard an insistent tapping on my door.

"I'm naked," I warned her.

Mom pushed my bedroom door open anyway, and licked her lips when she saw me with my pulsing boner in my hand. She walked right in and shook her head in disapproval."I can't believe you're actually masturbating," she muttered. "That's just so wrong."

I moaned weakly in protest when she crawled into my bed and pulled my wrist away from my dick. At that range, the smell of her wet, horny pussy was overpowering. I felt like I should stop her, but when her eyelids drooped and she lowered her lips to the head of my needy cock, I just lacked the strength. We both wanted it, and we were too horny to stop.

"Ohhh, Mom," I groaned.

Then I closed my eyes and listened to her moans and slurps as she urgently sucked my dick. After the weekend we had enjoyed, I could tell just from the sound and the way she shifted between my knees that she had started working her pussy while she sucked me. It only took a minute for her to bring me to that marvelous climax with her talented mouth.

She moaned happily and shuddered as she got off, and I moaned all through my orgasm. It felt like it went on for a very long time--like I had somehow stored up a massive reservoir of sperm in the two days since we last had sex. From her reaction, I really had given her a substantial load, though. She savored the last of it in her mouth and smiled at me for a minute until she swallowed it.

"Mmm, thanks honey," she murmured. Then she sighed and gave the head of my dick a wet smooch. "I loved doing that for you," she said softly, "but you really need to get a nice girlfriend to take care of this big, delicious dick for you."

I folded my arms behind my head and looked down at her face. Then I blew out a sigh. "I'm afraid that will have to be someone besides Emmanuelle, then," I said. She cocked her head, so I felt the need to explain. "Oh, she can't wait to get my hard dick into her tight little pussy. She just won't suck it for me. She was very clear about that today, when I asked her about it. Also...I'm pretty sure she doesn't want me to fuck her in the ass again."

Mom shuddered, looking from my face down to my dick repeatedly while I spoke. I hadn't softened completely after she had sucked that first load out of me. The smell of her wet pussy was making me throb back to life right in front of her, and her warm breath washed over my cock and balls, turning me on even more. Mom's eyes locked onto the pulsing head of my hardening cock and she sucked in an aroused breath.

"Oh..." she groaned, "That's...that's a damned shame. Ohhh."

And then she had me in her mouth again. That time I lasted for a wonderful twenty minutes of the most wonderful, loving blowjob imaginable.

* * *

You might think she would be satiated after sucking me off twice like that, but as soon as my father got home it was his turn. Mom met him at the front door and she was on fire with lust. She dragged Dad back to their bedroom and hungrily sucked him off. They hadn't even bothered to close the door, so I could see his leg and the base of his cock in her mouth when I came out of my bedroom.

I stood and stared for a minute before I shook myself out of my daze and walked out to the kitchen to get a snack. I chuckled when I realized I had gotten aroused again. My mother looked incredible when she was sucking dick--even if it wasn't mine.

The next morning everything felt like it was back to normal. Dad was chipper when he came in to wake me up, Mom was smiling happily when I passed by their bedroom door to take my shower, and I was in a hurry to get ready for school. When I was sitting in the car and we were on our way, I thought about that and chuckled. I had not had the opportunity to oversleep when I had been in bed with my mother. Her mouth had me happily wide awake far earlier than I ever got up on my own.

She gave me a nice kiss and a stealthy squeeze before I got out of the car.

I actually got to talk with Emmanuelle three different times through the school day, which was nice. She was smiling, friendly, and clearly turned on each time. What surprised me was that she was not the only girl who talked to me and showed interest.

There were Cheryl and Tina in my Chemistry class. They "partnered up" with me for lab that day, and both seemed flirty. I thought they were cute--had always thought so--but it was the first either of them had shown any interest. Cheryl gave me her phone number and asked me to call her later. Tina looked like she wanted to, but wasn't going to try to compete with her friend for my attention. Still, she looked at my crotch hungrily and met my eyes after I caught her looking.

I recognized that look. Tina would welcome the opportunity to be with me if I wanted to be sneaky about it.

Then there was Tori in English class. That was a little awkward for me because Emmanuelle was in that class. After we had broken up, Emmanuelle had moved to the other side of the classroom, and now that was her assigned seat. So, she was across the room when she saw Tori flirting with me and raised an eyebrow. I gave her a smile and a shrug, letting her know I wasn't interested in Tori. But Tori had a really nice rack for a high school girl and kept licking her full lips when we spoke. I couldn't help but wonder if she was the kind of girl who enjoyed sucking cock. She knew that Emmanuelle and I had dated, but probably thought that was old news and that I was available.

She frowned when Emmanuelle came over as soon as class ended, and looked disappointed when Emmanuelle asked if she could see me after school before soccer practice.

Still later, I was approached by a girl named Leslie at my locker. I barely knew her. We had been in an art class together two years earlier, and had spoken three or four times since.

"I hear you and Emmanuelle are getting back together," she said, but it came across as a question.

I was crouched down, putting away three textbooks while getting out two others, so I was looking up at her. From that angle it was impossible to miss how much Leslie's breasts had grown in recent months. She was prettier than I remembered, too. She had definitely grown into an attractive young lady over the past two years. I smiled and stood up, and then I was looking down at her slightly, and I looked around quickly before speaking.

"Why are you asking?" I murmured softly, "Are you interested in me, or are you asking for a friend?"

She likewise looked around before answering. "Both," she replied. "I don't know if you'd be interested in me, or in Tanya, or Jackie, but we were all thinking about you. Jackie heard you and Emmanuelle might be getting back together. Since I know you better than they do, I got nominated to ask."

I quickly jotted down my number and handed it to her. "Call me tonight," I whispered.

Her eyes lit up and she gave me a lovely smile. It was a much better answer than she had hoped for.

* * *

That was more females giving me attention in one day than had ever happened in my life, and it left my head spinning. I was distracted when Emmanuelle approached me after school, barely hearing her words even though I tried to pay attention as we walked over to the stadium. It was mostly the raucous sound of hundreds of high school kids all babbling as they made their way out of the school that made it difficult to hear her. When we got to the far side of the parking lot, she pulled me down and gave me a kiss that demanded my undivided attention.

"You're going to fuck me when we go out, right?" she asked with fire in her eyes.

I nodded and leaned in to kiss her again. We had to quickly break off that kiss when one of the coaches called me.

"I'll call you later," I murmured, giving her hand a squeeze before I turned and trotted over to the coach.

I don't want to sound shallow, but I was thinking about all of those girls even though I had just kissed Emmanuelle and agreed to have sex with her the following day. In my mind, Emmanuelle was--God, this sounds bad--a known, but limited quantity. I probably would have felt worse about thinking of her that way, but it had hurt when she dumped me. Oh, I understood why she was doing it and I was mature about it. It had still hurt.

It wasn't like I wanted to hurt her to get even, but I was in no rush to get back into a relationship with her. I would probably have been more interested in getting back together with Denise, if she suddenly became available again. But now there was Leslie, and potentially her friends to consider. Cheryl and Tori were probably a little more attractive than Emmanuelle--but all of those girls were very good-looking. I think it was more a matter of them being what I thought of as "my type."

Cheryl and Tori both looked more like my mom than Emmanuelle did.

Denise was still something of a factor in all of this, even though I knew she and I wouldn't wind up dating again. She had told too many of her friends how much the two of us had enjoyed anal sex. I knew some girls had avoided me since that got around the school. It made sense that each of the girls who were now interested had to know. They knew I had a big dick, they knew I liked anal sex, and they were interested.

At least, that was what my horny brain insisted.

I think if I was completely honest with myself, it was that weekend with my mother that had changed everything. I would have been overjoyed to get back together with Emmanuelle, but she had no chance of competing with the incredible sex I had enjoyed that weekend. It was doubtful any high school girl could measure up, really, but I felt like I at least had to try.

So all of that was swirling through my mind as I made my way into the locker room, changed into my soccer uniform, shin-guards and cleats, and made my way out to the practice field. I was picturing each of those girls in my mind, replaying conversations I'd had with each of them over the past couple years, and on some level my mind was measuring them up against each other.

Meanwhile, my body was rolling along on autopilot, and I was playing great soccer. Because I wasn't saying much, everyone just assumed I was really focused on what I was doing. One of the coaches had to point out that I had my own "cheering section." I blinked and looked over at the bleachers, and there were three of the girls I had been thinking about: Cheryl, Tina, and Tori.

Soccer always took a distant backseat to the school's football and basketball teams for attention. Usually there were only a dozen people in the bleachers to watch our practices, and those were family members of my teammates. None of us who played soccer for our school had any illusions that playing our sport would get us female attention. The fact that there were girls in the stands watching us...well, that was just weird, really.

I count myself fortunate that I didn't take note of them earlier. It would almost certainly have distracted me. Instead, I had been out there on the field playing at my absolute best without even trying. My body had seemed to drift naturally into the perfect position to cut off passes, to shut down Mike (our team's best scorer, and lined up against me for that scrimmage), and to drive down the field with the ball to make a pinpoint pass. In short, my team had dominated that scrimmage.

It was weird, too, because I still thought of Mike and Tio as our best players. They were both capable of much faster sprints than I was. Mike had a cannon for a right leg. He could kick the ball almost the length of the field, and no goalie wanted to stand in the way if he fired a shot right at them with all his might. At the end of practice, Mike laughed ruefully and gave me a friendly slap on the back.

"Damn, dude, I want to be on your team next practice!" he chuckled. "I want to get all those easy goals after you set it up for me."

Tio, on my team for that scrimmage, had scored three times.

After practice was over, I jogged over to the stands with Tio. His mother and little sister were always there for practice, and his mom rushed over to give him a huge hug and embarrassing wet kiss on the cheek. "Mom!" he groaned in embarrassment. She looked over his shoulder and gave me a wink. I grinned back at her--it was impossible not to--and shook my head. I clambered loudly up the bleachers with my hard plastic cleats ringing out at every step, and gave a grin to my "fans."

"I didn't expect to see you here," I said. "What a nice surprise!"

Of the three, only Tina really knew anything about soccer. She was staring at me wide-eyed and it was impossible to miss how obvious her hard nipples were, even through her thick bra.

"You were awesome out there," she breathed. "I had no idea you were that good!"

Cheryl and Tori hurried to add their own compliments, but it was obvious they didn't get it. To them, Tio had been the star of the show. I could see it in their eyes, and thought it would be a nice gesture to introduce them. Tio was one of the nicest people I knew, but he was painfully shy. It was worse when there were pretty girls involved. I hoped that having him here, in his element, would make him more comfortable.

Tori and Tio hit it off right away. Even better, Tio's mother seemed to really like her immediately. They would wind up dating for the rest of our senior year.

Cheryl, Tina and I sat on the bleachers as I rubbed down my legs.

"I'm sorry I don't have more time," I murmured. "I really need to get inside and change or I'll miss my ride home."

Before I could say what I wanted to, Tina cut me off.

"I can give you a ride home," she offered. "That way the three of us can talk as long as we want to."

Cheryl gave her a sharp glance, pursing her lips and looking at her suspiciously for a moment. Then she nodded.

"Oh," I replied. I thought for a moment and nodded. "That sounds great. Let me go tell Bobby, and I'll change and be right out."

We all stood up, and Tina said, "We'll meet you in the parking lot."

After telling Bobby that I had another ride, I stripped and hopped into the shower. It just seemed smart to at least rinse off the sweat before I got into a car with two attractive girls. I took less than ten minutes, but that was evidently enough time for Cheryl to say something to Tina. Both girls looked a little embarrassed and uncomfortable when I walked up.

"Why don't you two sit in the back so you can talk while I drive?" Tina suggested.

It was clear from Cheryl's surprised expression that she hadn't expected it. She seemed pleased at the prospect. I wasn't sure what to think, but I agreed. I slid into the back seat behind the passenger seat, so that I could see the side of Tina's face. As soon as I pulled the door closed, I set my book bag between my feet on the floorboard. When I straightened up, I almost butted heads with Cheryl. She was swooping in to kiss me as soon as she got into the car.

Tina watched us in the rearview mirror and gave us a minute before she muttered, "Seatbelts."

Cheryl was a damned fine kisser. I waited for us to pull out of the parking spot before I started to speak.

"You two probably know Denise and I broke up three weeks ago," I started. They both nodded, so I went on, "Emmanuelle and Justin broke up a little over a week ago, so she's interested in getting with me again." That earned me an interesting look from Cheryl. Tina merely nodded. "Right now, I don't think we're going to get back together long-term, but I did promise to go out with her tomorrow night. From what she had said, I just figured she wanted to hook up again, because she'd enjoyed it before."

I let out a sigh and shook my head. "That was all I expected, really. But earlier today, in English class, Tori was kind of flirting with me. After class, Emmanuelle came over and made sure to mention that the two of us were going out tomorrow. I think seeing me talking with Tori made her jealous, and now she may want more of a commitment from me. After the way she broke up with me before, I don't think I want to. Plus, I had no idea you were interested in me.

"I don't want to sound shallow, but I think I would at least like to date you before I let her have another shot. It's tough, though. I still have feelings for her, you know? But she dumped me, and that hurt. I mean, I get it; she always had a thing for Justin. That didn't make me feel any better about it. Then I was with Denise, and I would still be with her if she hadn't dumped me. I'd like to say I'm happy for her and Kyle, but I'm not."

The entire time I spoke, I was looking at Cheryl but watching Tina out of the corner of my eye. They both nodded at the appropriate times, letting me know they understood what I was saying. Tina cleared her throat then, getting our attention.

"Hey, it sounds like this will take longer than it will take for me to drive you home. I thought I would head over to the park, so we can relax and talk for a while."

"Sounds good," I replied, and Cheryl nodded.

When I smiled at Cheryl, she lit up. Then she leaned over for another kiss. This time she reached down and gave the shaft of my dick a gentle squeeze while we kissed. She moaned into my mouth when she felt me getting hard, and then gasped when she felt how big I got. Her eyes were wide as she stared into mine, and then she moaned weakly when my tongue slid into her mouth.

I slid my right hand up to squeeze and cup her left breast, and that earned a soft gasp as she finally broke off our kiss. She shook her head once, and then stared at the outline of my cock as she traced it with her fingers.

"Holy crap," she muttered. "I heard you were big, but this...wow."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tina's head jerk in response to Cheryl's remark. Then the car swerved into the entrance to the park and we turned three more times before she found a secluded spot to park. Barely a second after the engine stopped, Tina was up on her knees in the front seat, looking over the back of it at my throbbing dick in Cheryl's hand.

"Oh, damn," she groaned. Then she looked at Cheryl. "Are you going to suck him?"

"I...I don't know if I can," Cheryl murmured. "That's a lot more dick than I've ever seen before."

Cheryl did not see the way Tina stared at my dick and licked her lips. Her eyes met mine and I raised an eyebrow. The look on her face said she would love to suck me. I cleared my throat and gently pulled Cheryl's hand from my lap.

"Maybe we should get out of the car and talk," I said in as calm a voice as I could muster. "If someone sees us like this, we could get in trouble."

That was not an excuse on my part; the police regularly had officers cruising through the park on the lookout for horny teens making out in their cars. I had nearly been busted once with Emmanuelle when we had driven out to the park to fuck in her backseat.

We got out of the car and wandered over to a bench facing one of the ponds. There were ducks splashing around and a few geese. They came over to investigate us briefly until they saw we hadn't brought any food for them, and then they went on about their business. When I sat down, Cheryl slid into my lap and shuddered. Her ass felt fantastic as she wiggled it on the shaft of my dick. Then she turned sideways and looked at me closely.

"I heard you and Denise..." she started, and then she swallowed nervously. "Is it true you two had a lot of anal sex?"

"Oh, yeah," I replied easily, nodding.

"Really?" Cheryl squeaked. She cleared her throat and shook her head, and then gave me a nervous smile. "Sorry, I wasn't calling you a liar. It's just...when I saw how big you were I thought someone must have made that up."

"Oh, no," I assured her. "After the third time we tried it, that was Denise's absolute favorite thing to do. Mine too. I wish she wouldn't have blabbed about it to everybody, but it wasn't a lie."

Cheryl shuddered again when she felt my throbbing dick between the cheeks of her ass, and I watched her swallow heavily. She looked really nervous. Sitting to my left, Tina looked far more aroused than nervous.