Chapter 4

The rest of the weekend was quiet at the Beal home. Both Kelly and Heather were sore from their separate encounters. Kelly was reveling in the knowledge that the young men on the football team loved her. Heather was thinking about how much she had enjoyed sex. She decided that she wasn't going to wait another 18 years before tasting the fruits of passion again. In fact, she and Jake repeated their performance on their regular Saturday night date. This time in the back seat of his car, parked on "Lovers Lane."

The next weeks ball game was away, and Monday morning after Bill and her kids had left for the day, Jake showed up at Kelly's door. "Mrs. B., I've done a favor for you so now I want you to do a favor for me", said Jake as he entered the family kitchen. Here is my favor!" Jake unzipped his pants and fished his hardening young cock out. He roughly turned Kelly around, bent her over the kitchen table and flipped up her housecoat. Jake ran his hands over Kelly's panty clad ass, caressing her until her hips began to roll, betraying her desire for young cock. He slid the panties down to the floor, and Kelly stepped out of them without a word. Jake reached around and his hands found there way inside the folds of her housecoat and began to squeeze her big tits through her bra. Impatient, Jake pushed the bra up freeing the heavy globes and pinched first one then the other nipple. Jake growled in Kelly's ear, "reach back and put me in you fucking slut." Without hesitation, Kelly reached behind her, grasped his now fully hard meat and inserted the tip from behind. Jake simply thrust his hips forward and began a slow stroking action that had Kelly gripping the edge of the table tightly. After a few moments of delicious fucking, Jake stepped back, withdrawing his manhood from the moaning Kelly. "Do you have any cooking oil in the kitchen," Jake asked. Kelly shook her head no. "Well, I want some lubricant. What do you have?", Jake demanded. Kelly pushed herself up off of the table and walked on wobbly legs to the refrigerator.

With the refrigerator door open Jake saw a can of whipped cream. "Strip off that bathrobe and bra. Bring that can of cream over here and bend over the table again." Kelly unsure dropped her housecoat and managed to pull off her twisted bra. As she moved towards Jake her heavy tits bounced enticingly. She assumed the position, and immediately felt the cold tip of the whipped cream can at her asshole. Jake carefully spread her ass cheeks then slowly inserted the white plastic tip into Kelly's rectum. "Sweets for your nasty bung hole", he laughed. He pushed the nozzle and Kelly felt her bowels beginning to fill with ice cold whipped cream. She jumped from the sensation, but Jake grabbed a fist full of her hair in one hand, held her down tightly and continued to squirt the cold foam into her hot ass. After a moment the cream began to force its way out of Kelly between the plastic tip and her sphincter. "That's about enough." Jake withdrew the can and squirted a measure of cream onto his cock. Holding Kelly down by the back of her neck he placed his white painted cock into the cloud of foam dribbling out of the housewife's asshole. Without anymore preliminaries he thrust forward and was surprised at how easily his prong slid into the now white shit hole. Kelly had never had anything bigger than a finger in her ass. So she was thankful that Jake had used the expanding cream as a lubricant. She could feel the whipped cream holding her sphincter and bowels open for the invading spike. As he got his rhythm, Jake reached around Kelly and with one hand strummed her clit, he used the other to tug hard at her distended nipples.

The new sensations sent Kelly over the edge and she had an orgasm that caused her juices to run from her empty pussy. Jake, excited about getting his own "first real piece of Ass," shot his load quickly. His hot jism mixing with the cream and dung in Kelly's bowels. His shrinking member literally slipped right out of Kelly. Jake walked to her head and said, "Time for dessert slut, clean me off so I can get to school." Kelly looked up at the young athlete with adoration in her eyes for the experiences he had bestowed on her. She reached forward grabbed the slippery tube and sucked the whipped cream and man cream covered cock into her mouth. Kelly licked it clean with gusto. "Clean off my balls too." When she was done Jake said, "Now your favor is that you can ride on the team bus to the game on Friday night. I've got a special seat reserved for you at the back of the bus. I, m sure that the team will want to show their appreciation to our No. 1 Mom fan." Jake swaggered out of the Beal home leaving Kelly sprawled on the kitchen table, whipped cream plopping out of her ass onto the floor.

Friday afternoon the team members came by the house for their candy and kiss. By now the whole team, except Troy, knew about the sex toy Mom, Mrs. Beal. As each player kissed her and got their candy, they would grab her ass or tits. Some even said, "got some candy for me slut?" All of the kissing and pawing left Kelly in a highly aroused state. She thought to herself, "imagine, all the boys want me, I must be desirable and popular. She hadn't missed out on her youth, she was living it now." Kelly's family was pushed to the back of her mind, just like her tits were pushed around by the strong young football players.

Bill, Kelly's husband, was working late, and would drive to the game later. As Kelly got on the bus in the school parking lot, Jake followed her up the steps and with his hand on her ass, directed her to the back seat. Jake had Steve sit with Troy, Kelly's son, in the front of the bus, keeping him busy with conversation about the game. Troy was pleased that the Senior had chosen to sit with him. Steve had even given him the favored window seat. Of course that meant that Troy couldn't leave his seat. Steve's big body blocked him in. The rest of the team filed on the bus. The football coaches sat up front. They didn't even know that the attractive housewife was sitting in the dark corner of the back of the bus.