Chapter 1

Good Morning.

I posted a couple of stories yesterday and they seemed to go over pretty well so I thought I might try it again. Thank you to those that messaged me with comments or suggestions. Believe me they are welcome.

I will be posting some that are entirely made up based on ideas from other sources but the majority of them will be things that actually happened. I like those best myself.

Hope you find something you like.

Being the mother of two (then) teenage boys can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. Especially if one of them is active in his school’s sports programs. If that school is a small one in a rural area with funding and transportation issues it can be just that much harder.

We live on a small farm in the hills of Kentucky. I married a man almost twenty years older than me that believe it or not I met at a gang bang a buddy of his was holding. When his gal found out what had been going on while she was off visiting her mama she was not happy. In his defense it had not been planned as a gang bang. It just turned out that way but she didn’t seem to care. He had been working at the same place since he graduated high school. When we got married he didn’t want me working. A wife should be taking care of the home and kids. He’s old fashioned in some ways but very VERY open minded in others.

Our place has been in my family for generations Just passed down from one to the next. When we’re gone one of our son’s will end up with the place to pass on to their kids someday. Now our two boys were nothing special to anyone but us I guess. Just typical teenage boys. Craig was sixteen and played football and baseball. He was slender but not skinny. He ate like a horse but never seemed to put any weight on. Strong as a bull though. The girls liked his longish dark, almost black, hair. At five foot seven inches Alex was more my size with his dad’s reddish blond hair and stockier build. He liked sports but didn’t play on any of the school’s teams. He was the more studious type. He was barely fourteen at the time of this story.

My name is Joan and I was about thirty-five back then if I remember right. I’m five foot six with shoulder length black hair and hazel eyes. I’ve always been a little plump with a slight pooch of a stomach but was a long ways from being fat. I’ve always had a slightly wide round ass. Always. Even as a kid. Boobs. Hell. About 38C pushing D then. I’m older now so they’ve gotten themselves up to 38DD. Big round brown areolas. Nipples that get hard as nails if they’re treated right. Gravity has never liked me though. Hangers. Droopers. Saggers. Or just plain big ‘ol floppers. Take your pick. They’ve always pointed downward but they sure can get lively and put on a show when you get them moving around. Snatch? Well that baby has stayed shaved as smooth as the day I was born. Just always preferred it that way.

Around here our pride and joy was the high school’s sports teams The football team took center stage. The four years Craig played they won two district championships and made it to the regional championship once and the state championship once. All that even though they were underfunded and played with older equipment. Transportation to away games was an issue too. As I mentioned earlier the school district had the usual money problems and that included funds for gas and bus maintenance to transport the team to and from away games. Playing a team that was 50-60 miles away wasn’t unusual. Times when the team had to stay overnight was a real nightmare. The parents took care of much of the problem by forming caravans with their own vehicles to get the players to the games. Of course the caravans didn’t always stay together. This carload wanted to stop at McDonald’s. That one wanted Pizza Hut. The one over there had to stop for gas. So everybody got scattered out and ended up wandering home by themselves.

And that folks is where our little story really begins.

Friday afternoon and Craig gets home from school kinda pissed off. Some of the football team might not be able to make it to tonight’s game because one of the regular drivers had to back out because of family issues I believe. They had been trying to find a solution but so far had nothing. Their coach killed the idea of some of them riding in the back of his pick-up truck because he didn’t believe the State Police would care much for it. Since his brother was a State Trooper he probably wasn’t far from wrong.

Craig was on the phone the moment he got home trying to round up rides. The guy that couldn’t make it had a three row van so that meant several players were going to miss the trip. Craig kept coming up empty. Alex had already decided that he wasn’t going to be able to go so he was doing a good job of staying out of Craig’s way. Alex went when his dad went but this weekend my husband was off on a weekend hunting trip. I never understood that. Why drive to the other end of the state to hunt something that was standing in our yard every morning. A male bonding thing I guess. More than likely out drinking and whoring around. No problems there. He let’s me have all the fun I want so why shouldn’t he have some. Not all the other wives were so forgiving so therefor there they go tearing ass across the state.

I was standing in the kitchen when I looked around and there was Craig staring at me. “Mom?” was all he got to say before I told him no way in hell. “No way am I driving that far with a load of stanky, muddy, dirty football players jammed into my car.” Besides at the time I was driving a 1997 Taurus. How many football players you going to get in one of those.

I spent the next couple of hours listening to Craig beg and plead. He carried on enough I thought my ears were going to start bleeding. You’ve probably figured out already that I finally gave in. Anything to get him to shut the hell up. He ran off happy as hell to call his coach.

When it was time to leave Craig looked at me and asked if that was what I was wearing tonight. A quick “yep!” was the answer he got. I informed him that if I had to set on one of those hard bleachers half the night I was going to be comfortable. If he didn’t like it he had better start walking. Fast. He just shook his head and muttered something about it’s going to get crowded in that car real fast.

Now I didn’t see a thing wrong with what I had on. It was my usual running around town type of outfit. Sneakers. Crotch length denim shorts and a tank top. That was it. No bra. No panties. Never wore them except to church and funerals. Not always then. Hell way out here where we live I’m always wandering around the house and yard naked as a jay bird unless it’s to damn cold outside. Then I just run around the house naked. My boys had grown up seeing me like that all their lives and thought nothing of it. If one of their friends that had never been out to our place before showed up expectantly they usually got a cheap thrill though.

High school parking lot. Rah. Rah. Rah. People cheering, yelling, calling to each other and there was always someone laying on their car horn. This was going to be a fun night. Craig was right about one thing though. When they found out I was going to be driving tonight it got crowded around the car pretty fast. There were eight players arguing about who was going to be riding with us. Eight guys for three seats. And that was if we used a shoe horn to get them in.

Now part of the reason for the popularity of my small car might be that these boys thought there might be some extra added benefits from riding with us. Craig had been bringing friends home from school for over a year and Alex had started doing the same a few months back. One or two of these little fellows must have told some stories among his friends because there were rumors starting to go around and I was getting a reputation (unfounded at this time) that I might be getting to friendly with my son’s friends. That was a long winded way of saying that I was fucking these boys bow-legged. Information like that apparently gets passed along pretty fast. So these guys were trying to ride with us in the hopes there might be a little post game activity between us.

I lit a cigarette and told Craig to just pick two or three of them and get them in the car.

The ride to the game was what you would expect to have with four wound up teen boys in a small confined space. Loud, rude and physical. They all had to talk at once so they were trying to out shout each other. They were joking and wrestling around as much as they could in the back seat. They were batting a small ball around back there for a bit and somehow it ended up in my lap a couple of times. They weren’t bashful about reaching up and grabbing it. That meant I was subjected to some quick pokes and rubs to my pussy and right tit. I didn’t say a word.

The game itself was pretty good all things considered and we managed to squeak out a win. Now for the long ride back. Lucky for me they all had a nice hot shower after the game. Without the football gear there was more room to move around and they were dressed a lot more casual. Cut off sweat pants, sleeveless tee shirts and things like that. Like me they ended up showing a lot more skin. They were looking a lot better than they did on the trip up.

We didn’t even get back out of town before the caravan started breaking up. People breaking up to head for their favorite fast food joint of the evening. We had already decided on a little Mom & Pop restaurant/truck stop about halfway home. It was your typical little back country place that might have been a Cracker Barrel if they had been around back in the Depression Era. That means it looked like hell but they did have great burgers and hand cut fries. The front of the place was almost right up against the highway so around to the side we went to park. There were about a half dozen vehicles next to the building, mostly pick-up trucks, and three big rigs in the lot.

The food was pretty good and better yet was cheap for all we got. We were crammed into a booth so the kid setting next to me was pushed right up next to me so we were in contact from the waist down the whole time. The kids across from me couldn’t seem to sit still and I kept getting their legs rubbing up against mine and even skid in between them. I didn’t for a minute think it was all accidental. Craig had been shoved all the way over into the corner of the booth. The waitress was the only woman in the place and didn’t pay much attention to us other than taking care of our orders. The nine or ten men in there couldn’t seem to quit looking over at us. Guess they were just curious.

I went to the bathroom before leaving and the boys went on outside. They were standing next to the car talking in low voices as I walked up. I’ve forgotten the kids names and probably shouldn’t use them anyway so lets just call them Tom, Bob, and Bill. I told the boys to get in so we could hit the road. Tom said “Why don’t you let Craig drive for awhile and you can ride in the back with us and relax for awhile”. Tom was the tallest of the three. Slightly taller than Craig. He wasn’t muscular but just slightly stocky. Bob and Bill were both not quite six foot and you could tell they spent more time in the weight room than Craig or Tom.