Shirley glanced over at the clock on the bedside table. Five-thirty. Fuck! Tossing and turning all night, she couldn’t stop thinking about the day ahead. Her son, Justin, would be quarterbacking his last High School game, on the verge of setting an all time scoring record, and there were sure to be college scouts in the stands eager to recruit him. This was a big day.
As if that wasn’t enough to keep her mind roiling, now she was horny. John, her husband, lay snoring beside her. Should she wake him? It was only thirty minutes before his alarm went off. She hesitated. He was not a morning person and would resent the intrusion. Anyway, she couldn’t remember the last time they fucked in the morning.
Her hand drifted down to her abdomen as she considered her choices. Coming to a quick decision, she slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties, weaving them through her thicket of curly red pubes, pressing on her mound. Mmmm, so nice.
Justin was an all-star, popular among the cheerleaders and had dated many of them. It wasn’t unusual to catch him looking over his shoulder from the bench, staring at the crotches of the high kicking girls.
The cheerleaders provided fertile ground to fuel her fantasies. She loved to get herself off while thinking about her hunk of a son fucking one cheerleader after another. As a football fanatic, she knew them all and could picture each of them in her mind.
She had a finger between the wet lips of her pussy and cycled through the cheerleaders, picking just the right one for her morning fantasy. She settled on Maggie, a busty eighteen year old brunette with a classic hourglass figure, athletic enough to match her son’s chiseled body.
She started her fantasy by stripping Maggie, slowly, sensuously, leaving on her black tennis shoes and gold knee socks, her perfect body slowly revealing itself as Justin watched from a chair. He pulled out his large cock when she slipped out of her panties and stared at the neatly trimmed dark triangle above the lips of her pussy. Her beautiful pussy. Is that what she needed to get off, Maggie’s pussy? Momentarily confused, fearing her fantasy was getting away from her, Shirley refocused on her son. She had never actually seen his cock but knew it had to be large. After all, he was a fucking all-star and she needed to see that big cock inside Maggie.
Impatient, eager to get off, she rushed her fantasy while rubbing her hard button. She had Maggie dispense with any more foreplay and climb up into his lap, engulfing his big cock.
She moaned softly, careful not to wake her husband as Maggie pumped herself up and down on her son’s rigid cock. That’s what she wanted to see, his big cock sliding in and out of Maggie’s tight pussy. She squeezed her own breast, pinching the hard nipple, getting closer towards the release she wanted. She arched her back, trying to coax out the orgasm bubbling just below the surface.
Without warning, John rolled over and flopped his arm across her just at the moment she was about to get off. Fearful she had woken him, she froze, lying still as her blossoming orgasm fizzled. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Frustrated, she twitched her finger in a half-hearted attempt to recover the lost orgasm. Nice going John, you fucked up a great fantasy! She pushed his arm away, only to hear him resume snoring, fast asleep.
Still ten minutes before the alarm went off, and now she had an itch that longed to be scratched. There was no point in doing herself again, it had no hope of working. Down to one option, she slipped off her panties and rolled over to John, drawing her leg across his soft cock, pressing her coarse muff up against his thigh. His snoring trailed off as he slowly became aware of her presence. She ran her hands through the thicket on his chest in an effort to stir her hairy caveman from his slumber.
Still groggy, he mumbled, “What’re you… What time is it?”
She ran her hand across his abdomen and inside his boxers, pulling his soft cock from its hairy nest and gently squeezing it while she nuzzled against his neck. “Honey, it’s almost six, I thought… we might have a few moments together.” Shit! That sounded so fucking lame!
He opened his eyes, “Now? What’s going on?”
This wasn’t working. He liked it when she was nasty, so she decided to give that a try. “Baby, I woke up so horny this morning, and I want to be fucked in the worst way. Can you do that for me baby, fuck me, right now?”
That had the desired effect and brought his cock to life. He turned his head and kissed her, cotton mouth and all. The coarse stubble of his graying beard scratched against her soft skin. She didn’t care, nothing was going to extinguish the lust building inside her. She pushed his boxers down and stroked his cock until he was hard, whispering her dirty thoughts into his ear. When he was ready, she climbed over him on all fours, rubbing her wet pussy along the length of his hard cock.
“Oh baby,” she gushed, “your cock is so big and I want it so bad.” She dangled her tits over his chest, letting his coarse hair tickle her hard nipples.
He kept silent, content to listen to his dirty wife urge him on. She maneuvered herself over the head of his cock, catching it with her entrance and easing him in. How many times had she practiced that move? He took over, thrusting his hips upward, pounding his cock in and out of her slippery pussy.
“That’s it baby, fuck me, fuck me hard. Do you like my wet cunt?”
He pounded harder, bouncing her off of his thrusting cock. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back down onto his cock.
“Oh yeah, baby,” she cooed, “play with my ass.”
He went for it, pressing a fingertip against her tight asshole as he continued pounding her.
“Yes, yes baby, do that, stick your finger up my ass. You know I like that.”
He pushed it in, wiggling his finger deep into her ass.
“Oh baby, you do that so good, fuck me as hard as you can. Make me cum, make me cum for you.” She was so close, driving him into a frenzy with her nasty words. Without warning, his body went rigid and his eyes rolled back; she felt him burst inside of her. No… no… no… no… You stupid fuck, don’t you dare leave me hanging like this!
She felt him shudder with each blast of hot cum, as her own chances for an orgasm ebbed away. Fuck! Denied twice in one morning. How bad was that?
“Oh fuck baby, that was so good,” he said, “did you cum?”
“Yes,” she lied, utterly defeated, “you’re the best, baby. You rocked my world.”
The alarm went off. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“Mom, you can’t be serious, not in this weather,” Jason said.
“You promised,” she replied, “and I’m going to hold you to it.”
“Didn’t you hear about the Polar Vortex, we’ll freeze to death.”
“We’ll be fine. It’s your brother’s last football game of the season. Heck, it’s the last game of his High School career. Besides, it’s his birthday and he has a chance to break the school’s all time scoring record. We’re going to perform at halftime, and that’s final.”
“Shit!” he said, hands defiantly on his hips. “I know it’s his fucking birthday, I turned eighteen today also, remember, we’re twins.”
“Watch your mouth!” she said harshly, “Of course I remember.” And happy fucking birthday, she thought, still pissed about coming up short this morning.
“Well, you wouldn’t know it,” he retorted, “Justin this, Justin that, there’s only room for one star in this family, and it’s definitely not me.”
Jason had always played second fiddle to his athletic brother. They were identical twins, but Justin got the athletic skills while he excelled in academics. However, their parents were rabid football fans and hung on every new record that Justin set on the gridiron. He was being actively recruited by some big name colleges, and scouts would no doubt be at tonight’s game. Jason had resigned himself to his place in the family and liked his circle of nerdy friends. He was disappointed that his parents didn’t gush over his academic achievements but understood his brother’s popularity and was happy pursuing his own dreams. He had already received several offers of academic scholarships and looked forward to getting out from under his brother’s long shadow.
“Honey,” his mother pleaded, “it’s not like that. We’re both proud of you and what you have accomplished in High School. It’s your senior year and soon you’ll be off on your own, off to college. I know you are going to be successful, even more successful than Justin. He’s a great football player and will have a good college career, but getting into the NFL is going to be a real long shot. Please, can you just do this one last thing for me? I really need it today.”
“Thanks, Mom, I appreciate that. I know Justin’s a star on the field, and I know you and Dad are football fanatics. But, what are we going to do about the weather. Excuse my French, but it’s really fucking cold today.”
“We’ll be fine. The buffalo costume is heavy, so it should be warm, we’ve got our wool caps and gloves, and I bought us some long johns. Look, they’re the old fashioned kind, with butt flaps. Cute, aren’t they?”
“Really, red underwear? We’re supposed to be a buffalo, not a reindeer. I still don’t understand why you volunteered to do this. What’s wrong with just letting the cheerleaders do it?”
The buffalo was the school mascot, and tradition had it that two cheerleaders in a buffalo costume would romp across the field during halftime, harassing the other cheerleaders.
“I got caught up in the school spirit, since it’s Justin’s last game. I just wanted to be part of it, rather than just another mom cheering from the stands. It will be great, and we’ve been practicing all week.”
Shirley had picked up the buffalo costume after the last game and had practiced with Jason every day. It turned out to be a lot harder than it looked. To put it on, she had to step into the front legs through the zipper opening on the buffalo’s back, then duck under the shoulders and stick her head up through the opening in the neck. He had to step in behind her, into the back legs, then bend over and hold onto her hips while she stuck her arms through small slits to reach back and zip up the back opening. The last step was for her to pick up the head and put it on, withdrawing her arms back into the costume.
Their first attempt was a comedy of errors, punctuated by fits of laughter. It didn’t take Jason long to realize that close contact with his mother might be a problem. When he stepped in behind her, he ended up standing snug against her butt. When she bent down to get her head through the neck opening she pressed back against him even tighter, directly against his groin. At first he thought he could ignore it, but with each subsequent attempt, his imagination ran wild whenever her ample ass pressed against his cock. It wasn’t long before he got hard. Fortunately, his cock hung down, stiffening in his pant leg, far enough down that his mother didn’t detect it.
If this wasn’t bad enough, when he bent down so she could zip up the back, his face came in contact with her ass. Initially, he turned aside, out of respect for his mother. She wore jeans, so there was a lot of fabric between them, but the harder his cock got, the more he turned his head into her ass, fueling his newfound fantasy. If she detected what he was up to, she didn’t let on.
After several tries, they got it down to less than two minutes. However, putting it on was easy compared to walking, much less romping. She had watched the cheerleaders do this each week during football season and knew the moves they would have to learn. This proved even more challenging for Jason. His mom led the way, jumping and bobbing while he matched her moves from behind, with his face plastered against her ass. It was a form of erotic torment that demanded relief. When they finished each day, he was out of costume first, before his mother could see the state he was in. He made a quick escape to his bedroom and jacked himself off while fantasizing about his mom’s fantastic ass.
After a week of practice every day, they were able to do a respectable job and she was confident they would pull it off. They worked out a series of commands for each move, and she would shout them out for him to follow.
He was disappointed that practice had come to an end, but turned his mind to their upcoming performance, fueling a new round of fantasies.
“Are you going to do this?” she asked.