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Gunner77
02-10-2021, 03:14 AM
Sara and her two boys lived in a four-bedroom house, in Silverton OR. She inherited the house and it’s expenses when her husband was killed by a drunk driver. They were a baseball family. They had lived and breathed baseball. They lived about 25 minutes away from Volcanoes Stadium in Keizer Oregon. Up until Sam’s death, they held season tickets and never missed a Volcanoes game unless one of the boys had a game. They would sponsor a player each year. The quest room was a gallery of Giant memorabilia. The centerpiece was a St. Louis Cardinal program. Written on it was “Love Dedication Practice” signed Willie Mays. It was Sams fathers program from June 2, 1963. Willie had hit hit three home runs that game and led the Giants to a 6-4 victory. The legend was Willie told their grandfather. “The three keys to greatness are Love, dedication, and practice. First you have to love the game. Next you have dedicate yourself to the game. Last you have to practice. He did add it helps if you are good too.” This room was the “home away from home” for ten different ball players until Sams death 2 plus years ago.

Anthony and Jeremy were attending Chemketa Community College and were walk on baseball players. Anthony was a 6 ft. 1 in. left handed pitcher and Jeremy a 5 ft. 11 in. catcher. Both could hit the cover off a baseball. They had scholarships to play ball at Lewis and Clark State College, in Lewiston Idaho, but with the death of their father, they chose to stay close to home for their mother’s sake.

She had not handled the tragedy well. She put on a good show for friends and relatives, but the first three months, she cried herself to sleep every night. The boys did what they could to help her out. They helped out around the house. Took out the trash, washed the dishes, even vacuumed and did laundry. They weren’t very handy with tools and fixing things but they tried. The boys were not even hers. She came into their life when they were 3 and 4 years old. Their real mother ran out on them when they were still in diapers. Never once did they ever try to find her. She was dead to them. Sara was the only mom they ever remember.

Sara knew that her husband would have wanted her to move on, but still two years removed and she couldn’t even bring herself to date. It’s not like she didn’t have offers, but she wasn’t ready. She was a hottie. 5’2” 130 lbs 34DD. Her long red hair and green eyes accentuated a soft beautiful smile. She rode her bicycle 5 days a week. Averaging about 150 miles a week. She averaged over 22 miles an hour. At 42 years old, she could keep up with some of the elite men on long group rides. She raced a little and placed third in the OBRA (Oregon Bicycle Racing Association) Road Racing Championship Women’s Division. She was only 3 seconds back in the 52 mile race. The two women ahead of her were nearly half her age. She had competed in some triathlons, but swimming wasn’t her forte. The long hours in the saddle were therapeutic. Riding gave her purpose. A reason to get up in the morning so to speak. Still she longed for human touch. She had not had sex with anyone since that tragic night. Oh, she masturbated daily. Sometimes three or four times. Though she no longer cried at night, the empty bed depressed her.

Anthony and Jeremy were extremely competitive, but they rarely fought. Even when they did argue, five minutes later they were best friends again. Where one was, the other was not far away. They had a bond like no other. They missed having a professional ball player living with them during late Spring and Summer. It was December and the boys had been selling their mom on the idea of sponsoring a ball player again. The average salary is only about $6,000/year, so if someone takes them in, it helps them out financially. Also, they are usually young and away from home for the first time. Sometimes 1,000 or more miles away. Having a surrogate family helps them out emotionally. She did miss baseball conversations. She knew the game well. The Giants had been favorite team all her life and long before the likes of Barry Bonds was swatting homers at a record pace.

Right after the new year, she contacted the Salem-Keizer club and they put her in contact with a young 6’ 2” 190 lb. center fielder from Nebraska. Through Skype, Sara and her boys met with Tyler and his mother. Tyler's dad had left them when he was two. She never remarried. Tyler had used his dad's last name, but he legally changed it to his mother’s maiden name, before signing the contract. As he was making a name for himself, his dad was trying to get in touch with him. They both feared the low life was seeking an opportunity to exploit the young man. Sara assured them that would be discrete and on guard for any outsiders. They hit it off well. Tyler was impressed by Sara’s knowledge of the game. Also, with Sara being athletic, she was extremely focused on nutrition. She planned her meals around balance and used only natural ingredients. While pizza nights would still happen they would be homemade and not made with GMOs. This was a game-winner for mom. Also, Tyler was quite the handyman. He showed Sara how to fix the leaky P-trap under the kitchen sink. Sam had always done the repairs around the house.

The boy had not been invited to Spring Training, but Sara flew him out to Arizona so he could experience it as a fan. She and the boys drove to Scottsdale, AZ, and met with him. Sara used her God-given talents (34DD) to get the attention of the Giants hitting instructor one night at a local diner. In their conversation, she told him about Tyler and pleaded to let the boy get in some batting practice. Tyler was a late sign and may have been overlooked. The next day he got 20 swings on the pitching machine. Eight cleared the fence. Four to center, three to left, and one just inside the pole down the right-field line. He impressed the hitting instructor. He gave him some pointers and showed him some exercises to build his leg and trunk strength. The next day he had him come back for some live pitching. He took two out of ten fastballs deep. His only other home run was a slider that was left up. He barely made contact on the curveballs. The instructor liked what he saw and wished he had a spot for him. He gave him more words of encouragement and showed him a more relaxed way to grip the bat.

Tyler departed with a wealth of knowledge. He was incredibly appreciative of all that Sara had done for him. He hugged her tightly, just like a son would a mother. It was the first time a man other than her sons had touched her in a very long time. While it was far from sexual, she moistened between her thighs. Though she did not lead on, she was embarrassed that he had that effect on her. Later that night in her hotel room, impure thoughts flooded her mind. Tyler was a man in many ways. Although emotionally still a boy, he was a man in the most important place. As she teased her clit she visualized him on top of her pounding her and pounding her wet pussy. His hard thick cock plunging deep inside her damp opening as she pushed towards orgasm. In and out she imagined him thrusting in and out of her. She would bring herself to the brink of orgasm and hold it back. Awkwardly, he fucked her fast and hard. With one hand she squeezed a massive tit, pinching her nipple while diddling her erect joy button. She imagined him on the verge of cumming. Just as she came, she fantasized about him pulling out and shooting a long stream of hot cum that coated her belly. Her hand jerked his hot cock, sending another stream that basted her nipples. She lay there in orgasmic bliss as wave after wave flooded her cunt. She fell asleep and dreamed about sucking the cum from his balls. The dream was so intense she felt the cum move through his enormous shaft in pulses. She felt his balls on her chin and his hand on the back of her head, as held her skull in place. She could taste his seed as he filled her mouth. She swallowed, enjoying the moment. When she woke her pussy was saturated. She remembered her dream as if it had just happened. Every detail from his hot cum pulsing through his shaft to his soul sliding down her throat. The feel of his nutsack resting on her chin was still embedded in her memory. She was shocked he wasn't lying next to her. She was still not convinced it had been just a dream.

She pulled the pillow over her face and grunted into it in frustration. It had been two long years since there had been a real cock inside her. Never in those two years had she needed one as badly as she yearned for one now. Her toys were at home. She grabbed the hairbrush from the nightstand. Soon she was on her back and legs spread. She began fucking herself with the handle. She was soaked. She fucked herself hard. Her juices sloshed loudly as she imagined the Nebraska hick pounding her wanton pussy. White foam formed on the handle as she vigorously moved the brush in and out. With her other hand, she began rubbing her clit. Her hips writhed as her orgasm built deep in her loins. She felt a sensation of tranquility. A calmness before the storm. Her fingers rolled her clit swiftly as she shoved the brush in and out. The noises from between thighs were loud. She moaned softly as she bit her lip. She could not hold back any longer. Uncontrollably her hips bucked up and down as pushed the brush deeper inside her. Half of the bristles were inside. She held the brush in place, the handle pressing against her cervix, as she rode wave after of orgasmic bliss. Her nipples were hard and sensitive. Her moans became loud as she released her teeth from her lower lip. ”ARRRGGGGHHHHHH! OH YES! Oh yes! Momma needed that.” She lay there, her legs spread, the brush buried deep inside her wet cunt. For a good two minutes, she lay there with her eyes closed. Her nipples ached. Though her orgasm was intense and the best in months, it only intensified her need for a warm hard cock.

She got up and threw on her robe she walked to the closet door. When she went to the closet to pick out the day's outfit. She noticed the door between the rooms was not closed all the way. OH MY GOD! she thought. Did someone watch her fuck herself into convulsions? Nervously, she tapped on the door lightly and pushed it open slowly. “Hello! Is everyone decent? There was no response. She heard the shower running. She knew it was wrong. She was curious, not to mention horny though. She tiptoed towards the bathroom. She pushed the door open slightly. She could see his silhouette in the mirror. It was distorted a bit from the condensation that was forming. The one clear thing, he was stroking himself. His cock was hard and pointing up. It had been soooooo so so long. Her hand went between her legs as she lightly bit her lip. She parted her lips with two fingers. Her pussy was oozing with lady fluids. She slid two fingers inside her pussy to the second knuckle. Her hips gyrated to her fondling fingers. Damn it! she thought. The more he stroked himself the wetter she got. She crept closer to the bathroom. Her eyes were fixated on his cock. The closer she got to him, the more brazen she became. Her nipples were hard, her cunt was saturated. She was so immersed in her depravity she didn't even notice her honeypot dripping from her lips and running down her leg. Her robe fell from her wanton body to the bathroom floor. She closed the door quietly behind her. She slid the door open quietly. His eyes were closed., lost in the images of watching his sponsor fuck herself savagely with the hair brush. She gripped his thick hard cock from behind as she stepped into the shower. Startled, his reflexes took over and he tried to pull away. She would not let him. The shower was small and he had nowhere to go. She spoke softly, “Tyler, Tyler, Tyler! Wouldn't you rather use this to fuck me? My pussy needs this cock so bad! It has been soooo long” She stroked him as she kissed his shoulder blade. A tingling sensation rushed through her body in a wave of raw emotions. All the barriers were down. She was going finally have her pussy filled. His cock was solid. Seven thick inches of young hard cock throbbing in her delicate hand. She thought to herself, I bet this boy could fuck her for hours. She wanted to find out.

Tyler moaned, “Oh God yes! Yes Miss Sara! Oh God yes! I have wanted to fuck you since we hugged. His hips writhed. He fucked her delicate hand in slow grinding motions as he moaned. “Fuck! That feels good!”

His rigid cock felt so good in her hand. Her pussy continued to drip. The warm water softly beat on her wanton body. She released her grip on his throbbing cock. Turning him around, she went down to her knees. Cradling his magnificent balls in one hand, she guided his thick shaft into her mouth with the other. Immediately she began sucking on his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head. She could taste his salty juices as they oozed into her mouth. It had been a long time since she last had a cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head on his manhood, striving to take his entire length in her mouth. She opened her throat. Soon her nose was being tickled by his pubes.

“AHHHHH!” Tyler moaned. “OH MY GOD! FUCK!” He continued. He gently grabbed her head. He could feel the cum building in his nut sack. He was about to explode and Sara squeezed his cock applying pressure to the glans. She removed her mouth from his hard young cock. She held the pressure she was not going to let him cum yet.

Sara commanded, “Not yet young man! Not until you fuck me!” She stood up lifted one leg and guided his cock into her eager cunt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and both legs around his backside.

Instinctively, Tyler's hands grabbed her supple ass. He sucked on one nipple, then the other, moaning as he swirled his tongue around the stiff nubs.

She bounced on his cock and rode him. She could feel him deep inside her. She fucked him hard fast. “OHHHHH! SO FUCKING HARD! FUCK! I LOVE YOUR COCK! FUCK ME BIG BOY! GIVE IT TO ME BABY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD BABY!” she moaned. Sara felt him thrusting into here with vicious thrusts. She felt her pussy relax for a brief moment. She met his thrusts she didn't care if he came or not. She wailed! “OHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD I AM GOING TO CUM! THAT’S IT! RIGHT THERE FUCK ME!” She thrust down on him hard. She wanted him to cum inside her pussy so bad. She sucked on his neck and ear. “CUM FOR ME BABY! CUM FOR ME! she grunted loudly in his ear.

He grunted. “AHHHHH!” Cum spew from him like a fountain as it pummeled her cervix. Her tight pussy milked his thick hard cock. His pelvis ground against hers on each stroke.

“OH GOD I AM GOING TO CUM! OHHHHH!” she moaned as she felt his cum enter her. She fucked him fast, then held him deep inside her, then fucked him fast again. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss flooded her pussy. She was so entranced by her own orgasms, she didn’t even hear Tyler groan as he shot streams of hot cum deep inside her. She hadn't cum that hard in over two years. She unwrapped her legs and let his still hard cock slowly release from her saturated fuck hole. A massive amount of cum flowed down her leg. It was removing a plug from the drain. She hugged him. “Don't you go falling in love now. This Spring and Summer every time you hit a home run, you can look forward to having this happen. Who am I kidding? We are going to be fucking a lot. GOD DAMN! I LOVE THAT COCK! Look at it! It is still fucking hard!” He stood there as he buried his face into her tits.