The Baseball Club 2

The Baseball Club 2

The news from Barbara about the many sexual relationships between the girls and boys really was an eye opener. I became even more curious after hearing what she said, prompting me to ask her more questions. Barbara replied, Joann, there’s too much to cover right now, so we’ll have to save it for later. Barbara needed to freshen up and change clothes before heading to the game. With me wishing I had joined the club earlier to not have missed so much. The club meetings involving both girls and boys must be something.

Although time was short, and Barbara needing a shower, I pressed her one more time. As she began telling me of more things, which had taken place right under my nose. With me saying to her, Fuck Barbara!, with my eyes open wide, as the excitement grew inside of me, and myself getting wet as she told me of things which happened, and I even close by sometimes. Things made me think of written in my journal, which were true. Like sex under the bleachers during the game. Sometimes, as Barbara put it, a girl had to blow a home run hitter.

After questioning her, wanting details, she finally said, Joann, I need to shower, and we’ve got to get going soon. As she went to shower, I sat on the edge of her bed, never hearing the running water. My mind was so in thought of what she told me of all the sex.

God, my mind was so much in thought, never knowing Barbara finished with her shower, and already drying off. Unable even to hear her when she spoke to me a few words until her touching my shoulder, saying, hey are you alright?

Yes, I’m fine telling her as I watched her naked body as she dry herself off, and dressing wearing some sexy undies. Causing me to think of her, and my son Tom. Thoughts filled my head on what my Tom and Barbara had done together. But it wasn’t until in her SUV when I began asking questions again. Wanting to know how this all started, and how the club formed what was her perception of each boy. With Conner, being the roughest, and the type of taking what he wanted. Truly a strong alpha male.

Kathy was the one that put things into motion, which ended up bringing all the girls together. Which would be the clubs formation, and the real fun to begin. From talking with Barbara, it happened at Kathy’s house, where all the boys had been gathering at night with her. Now knowing, as they called her, the biggest whore of them all. The boys going over to her place, and it was now becoming a regular thing. The other girls quickly putting together what was taking place. Although nothing was being said about it for weeks to Kathy. Kathy knew what the other girls were up to also, with their sons. Which is why what was going on at her house continued with nothing said. How could each of the other girls say anything since they were having a sexual relationship with each of their own sons, because Kathy knew from the boys telling her? It was Barbara who got it all the details from Steve, the entire story, where she shared it with the other girls.

Barbara didn’t want to admit it, but I detected there was jealousy on her part, and I’m sure with the other girls as well, from what she told me. But jealousy wasn’t the only thing. Envy was there too. Couldn’t blame Barbara or the others, because I would have felt the same way. All that time with me knowing nothing of this sort of things were going on. Turns out after a game is when it all came out, after I had already left, feeling as I did about all of them as I did.

When Amanda confronted Kathy directly over the whole thing while sitting there in the bleachers. Then Kathy raised her voice and told Amanda, Oh Stop Amanda! I know you have been fucking your son, Ryan, for a long time. This sent a shock wave through the rest of them. Her outburst rocked them, with each of them discovering the other’s intimate secret. Hoping no one else heard her outside of their group. Barbara, who has always been the voice of reason, told the rest of them. We need to talk about this more girls, but let’s do it in private, please.

The girls gathered over at Amanda’s house. Where they divulged to one another, about their relationships with their sons. Sharing each other’s intimate details of their sexual experiences. All the girls knew they could not turn back from what they had been doing, and had no desire to, so they were happy about a club. Barbara and Kathy came up with the club idea, and the rules for it. The girls knew from Kathy, that I had never had sex with my son, as compared to the other girls. Which is why they treated me as they did, not wanting me to discover their club and the sexual activity. Although Barbara was supposed to get me get me on board, but she never thought the moment was right til now, with both of us having had sex at her house, and with her own son, which is why she called him.

When Barbara and I arrived at the game, all us girls sat together. Of course, Barbara was next to me. However, while at the game, my mine was not into the game. But more on listening to Barbara tell me more stories of the club. Those stories, made me so horny, and wet and Barbara knew what it was doing to me. She was playing with me, and giggling about it while telling me, damn her. Some things she told me were unbelievable and were in my journal as fantasies. Never thinking those things were actually happening so close to home.

Now with me a club member, the girls talked freely in front of me, and that isolation feeling was gone. What I didn’t expect was how openly they discussed the sexual aspects of their time with each of the boys. I mean, it was now common, for any of the girls to talk about the boy’s cocks, or how good they are, among other things. In my thoughts, saying to myself, oh my god!, while looking at Barbara, and she was reading those thoughts of my mine. Saying to me, surprised?, don’t be, it can get even nastier than this sometimes. But even through all the sexual talk, we all still shouted, cheered and rooted for them to win their game that day. You could feel the excitement building as the game went on, with our boys leading. It was not the fact that the boys were sure to win, but what would happen after the game or sometimes during the game? The girls were excited, because of some personal dares between a few of them. Which I will have to explain at another time. It must have been like that for them every game, with me never noticing when being isolated from the group.

You know, sometimes you never really see things until you are more aware of them. For the first time having my eyes open. Some girls disappearing during the game, and seeing some boys leaving after the game, getting into cars, going off with other girls other than their own mom.. Meaning like seeing Steve leaving with Paula. Ryan, who is Amanda’s son, was coming with us. Barbara, me and my son Tom. Barabara telling me she was going to take him home. Home?, and smiling about it. Yeah, I knew her home. As we drove to my house, and Barbara dropped us off. She said to me, enjoy yourself. She was expecting something from me.

I was hornier now, thinking of what was going to happen. Ryan, and Barbara sleeping together soon. But what about me? Would Tom and I be doing it once inside? I didn’t know. Wanting it to happen but admitting I was nervous and needing him to make the first move?

Once inside, I let things go with the flow, wanting to see what Tom would do. When he spoke, he told me he was going to shower. With me saying only, ok, as he went to the bathroom, and I could hear the water running. Being excited, and thinking about what it was going to be like, I showered myself. Going to my room, and removing my clothes, looking at myself in the mirror, breathing deeper from my excitement. Stepping in, turning the water on, and getting myself good clean for my son.

Taking longer than I should have,I missed my opportunity. Now slipping on a skippy pair of panties, and putting on my robe, going into Tom’s room. To my surprised he had redressed, and was combing his hair when I asked him, are you going somewhere?. To that he said, yeah, I’m going out, and might be gone all night. Immediately disappointed and just saying ok. I turned and walked back to my room, and closed the door.

A few moments later, hearing the front door close as Tom must have left. Now feeling alone, sad, and close to crying, but having a crazy idea. I don’t know why, but I called Barbara. She answered, saying hello, and what is it? Hearing her breathing deep, and grunts in the background. I blurted out, I’m sorry, saying to her, and letting Barbara go as I hung up the phone. Shit!, that was stupid of me, saying to myself.

Putting my hands to my face, crying into them. What’s wrong with me? Saying to myself. A few moments later, and wiping my eyes, just feeling I needed to write. Pulling my journal from the drawer. Starting with what had of happened today, and where I found myself now, and what were my feelings telling me. Writing, expressing my feelings so strongly, which were deep down inside of me. But by writing, it gradually was easing the unhappy feeling, the loneliness, but not my sexual desire. Soon my mind could not think about it anymore, had me putting my journal away. Turning the television on to get my mind on other things to where I drifted off to sleep. It was about 10:00pm when I awoke, and Tom had left nearly four hours earlier.

Getting up, checking on him, and see if he had come home while I slept. But only finding his empty bed. I smelled his sheets, as some sort of strange way to connect with him. Getting in, laying there, thinking of what nasty things he must be doing, but who with?, and wishing it was with me. Tom, oh fuck Tom!, who are you with tonight?. Was it Kathy Judy, or maybe Amanda?

I was stressing myself again. Which needed to stop, by putting my mind at ease, by making my way back to my bed, to sleep again. But only to waken for the second time, with it now 1:30am. Even though getting some sleep, I still felt needing more. Maybe my feelings were doing this to my body. Getting up again, making my way to the kitchen half asleep, needing a drink of water. Taking a glass from the cabinet, only to stop and stare. Seeing the kitchen table with a glass and plate on it, which was not there before going to bed.

What!, is he home, saying that to myself. Putting the glass down quickly and going to his room. There my son was in his bed, only barely covered, his naked body laid out before me. My eyes gazing down on him, creating an overpowering desire within me. The same desire I had many times before, written about in my journal. But now it was so strong, and me feeling so weak easily succumbing to it. Seeing his cock as it hung over to one side. I’m sure it satisfied someone from the club tonight, and I wanted to feel the same.

I approached his bed and slipped in beside him. He was very warm, and smelled so good, as if he must have showered, when he got home. The heat, the feel of his body, was making me so wet, and so much wanting him. Not being able to stand it any longer and reaching for it. Taking his limp cock in my hand. Its warmth, its smoothness, and soft feeling made me love it, caress it, and I was going to suck it. Now stroking his cock, as it stiffened quickly, now erect while he started moving his head back and forth in a light sleep, as his breathing deepen.

Talking him into my mouth, going down on that cock, sucking it so well. My lips sliding down around his shaft, and my hand cradling has balls, gently squeezing them. Never once looking up, but kept my head down as to pleasure Tom and show him my love, and would do anything for him. His breathing was now short and heavy, and feeling his hand run through my hair. Taking my head, holding me gently to him as I continued sucking on his engorged hard cock, and wanting him to blast his load down my throat. Something I had wanted, and expressed in my journal many times. Eagerly I wanted his cum, as he now grunted, and shifted his hips, thrusting his cock upward into my mouth deeper, making me gag only for a moment, but able to catch his cum, as this balls released their hot load. Feeling the heat hit the inside of my mouth as I gulped it down, swallowing several times.

Swallowing it all, wanting it all, as his cock now was softening, while still in my mouth. Releasing him, as I began stroking it again. Now moving my mouth down, the scent of his body had made me crazy, and so wet. Moaning while my tongue run over his hairy ball sack, licking and sucking on that soft sack before taking his balls into my mouth. Oh fuck, the heat inside of pussy, had me voracious. I needed a cock inside of me now. Stroking him while licking, until saying to him, do you love what I’m doing baby. Oh fuck mom, damn!, fuck!. That was a hard load I blew for you, he said to me. Yes, it was a baby. I felt that gush of your cum into my mouth. Oh, you tasted so good; I said with a smile on my face. But now, I’m needing some cock inside me.

With me stroking his shaft up and down again, it didn’t take long, and quickly his cock recovered. The enormous advantage of having a young man, is that it does not take long for them to get hard again. Tom now said, come up here, get up here on top of me. Wasting no time, and getting on top, guiding myself over his cock and using my hand, eased down on it. Oh, fuck! Came from my mouth. Sitting down on it, feeling so good up inside my pussy.

Squeezing it inside of me, while positioning myself, and putting my hands on his shoulders. Tom taking me by my ass. I began riding him now. Slowly at first, and then working towards a quicker pace, faster and faster. I rode it as he grunted, me moaning, and saying nasty things to him, as if could not control my own words. Words I get embarrassed about even telling you. When I uncontrollably said, fuck me like a whore! Tom then slapped my ass. Fuck! a building inside of me was leading to a tremendous orgasm. I rode him and rode him, hearing the wet slapping noise of our bodies together. Suddenly, so quick a wave of pleasure hit me, and screaming out, Oh fuck! Very loud. It’s a good thing no one could hear me, or I don’t think so.

But in my ecstasy, he just kept pumping it up into me with such strength. Here I was having an intense orgasm, squeezing his cock inside me, and he just kept pumping it into me harder and harder. In that moment of great pleasure for him fucking me, he said, take it whore. Before Tom started to cum. His nasty words to me, and his cum blasting up in me, hitting the walls of pussy, now had me groaning endlessly. Causing a second intense orgasm, one right after the other, from his pumping, and blasting of his cum.

But just before he stopped. He gave his mother the last of his cum, he could. Slamming my pussy hard with such power, showing me his dominance. His cock went far and hard up into me. Crying, Oh fuck Tom! for him, before going limp on top. The only sounds now was the hard breathing of both of us.

Shit!, that was an extremely hard and intense fuck. Laying on top of him, panting for a minute or two before rolling off. He ended up next to me on our sides, bodies touching. I could feel his wet cock against my ass. We were both there, breathing deep, his arm over me, and totally wiped out. Where, only having a moment to think. What would the morning be like? As he and I fell asleep.