"Yeah, kick their ass, Ryan!" I shout out.

My name is Lisa Reynolds, and I'm currently at my son's soccer game. I stand at
around 5'2", have perky D cup breasts and a thick ass. I'm 41 years old and have
long black hair, and I'm currently at my son's soccer game making sure I'm extra
loud to make up for his father missing the game for work.

It's a cool fall day, and I'm wearing a tight white sweater and a pair of black
jeans with some tennis shoes. Since I didn't have anything to show my support for
my son's team, I painted two stripes under my eyes, one red and the other blue,
which are the colors of my son's team.

Right now, my son's team is winning handily, with a lead of 3-2 points, my son
earning most of them. The other team is doing well too, and right now, it seems
that the ending of this match is unpredictable. But, I still think my son and his
team will keep it up and win.

As I'm cheering, one of the guys on the opposing team and my son slide into each
other, and I blink, missing out on what exactly happened. When I open them, I see
my son clutching his leg in pain. The guy who ran into him stands up, and the
referee runs over to the two of them. My son, the other guy, and the ref argue for
a while, before the ref pulls out a red card and blows his whistle.

Some of the kids on my son's team lift my son up and take him to the bleachers and
sit him down. I get up and run over to him to make sure if he's alright.

"Oh god, Ryan, are you alright?!?" I ask, worried.

He looks up at me and smiles, rubbing his leg now.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Ref told me to stay outta the game and let my leg rest some."
he tells me.

I let out a breath of relief. I'm just glad nothing's broken.

"Well, I'm just glad you're not hurt too bad." I tell him.

After saying this, the coach comes over to the two of us.

"Hey, Ryan, everything alright?" he asks him.

"Yeah Coach, I'm alright." he tells him. "I might just go and wash up in the locker
room real quick." he says, standing up.

My son shakily stands up, but stumbles a little bit.

"Hold on just a minute." the coach says.

He runs over to two of the kids on my son's team that were sitting on the bleachers
and talks to them. They run over to my son, and help him up again.

"Coach wants us to help you to the locker rooms to make sure you get there
alright." One of the boys says.

"Ah... well, alright. Just don't peek when I'm showering!" Ryan jokes.

"Oh, shut it Ryan! None of us want to see your scrawny ass anyways." the other boy
says, laughing.
The three make their way inside, laughing all the way. I smile as I watch them walk
off.

"Well, I'm glad he's alright." I think to myself as I walk back to my seat.

I sit down, and watch the game, this time less enthusiastic since my son isn't
playing now. While watching, I see someone in the other teams uniform walk over to
where I'm sitting.

I turn and look at him, and realize who it is. It's the guy who ran into my son. I
start to feel a little angry just looking at him.

I notice that he's rather tall, and is actually built rather nicely, as it's easy
to tell since his uniform is rather form-fitting. He has messy brown hair and tan
skin, and his face is actually nice looking. Of course, I shouldn't be thinking
these things, but it's hard not to.

"What do you want?" I ask, not hiding my anger.

He scratches the back of his head some, and looks me right in the eye.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for hitting your son like that. I didn't mean to
run into him like that, and I saw how worried you were, so I just wanted to
apologize." he tells me.

And just like that, I feel that anger fade away. I wasn't sure what he was planning
on doing, but hearing him apologize like that makes it hard to stay angry at him.

"Oh, no, it's alright, really!" I tell him. "My son is alright too, so don't worry.
His leg is just a little hurt, but nothing too serious." I say, smiling at him.

"Oh good, I was worried I broke something!" he says, looking genuinely relieved.
"I'm sure you're mad at me, so I'll just go ahead and go..." he says, turning
around.

"No, it's alright! I mean, I was mad originally, but you apologized, so I forgive
you! Besides, you already got enough punishment for that." I tell him, talking
about the red card he received.

He laughs at this. "Yeah, I did get punished for it." he says, smiling. "Still
though, a really good game!" he exclaims.

"I know, it's really close!" I say, smiling at him.

"Yeah, your son was amazing!" he tells me, sitting next to me.

I don't mind the fact that he sat next to me. In fact, I'm kinda glad, because now
I actually have someone to talk to. Still, it does feel a little weird happily
talking to the person who just hurt my son.

While we're talking, I glance over and see some cheerleaders looking at him and
giggling.

"Looks like you have some fan girls." I tease.

He looks at them, and the girls quickly look away, still giggling.

"Ah, yeah." he says, laughing.

"You don't seem very excited." I joke.

"I mean, it's nice and all, but they're not really my type." he tells me, smiling
at me.

This conversation is becoming a lot more interesting.

"Oh? And just what is your type then?" I ask, a mischievous smile spreading across
my face.

He grins at me when I ask him this question.

"I like older women. There's just something about them that makes them more
attractive than girls my age." he tells me. "Kinda like you." he tells me.

I'm a little taken aback by his confidence, but I'm flattered as well.

"Look at you, flirting with a woman and she doesn't even know your name." I tease.

He laughs at this, and leans back, and I can see his arms flex up when he puts them
on the seat of the bleachers behind us. I try to not look, but I sneak a glance at
his veiny forearms.

"Well, my name's Logan. What's yours?" he asks me.

I laugh at how upfront he's being about all of this.

"My name is Lisa." I tell him, not telling him to call me Mrs. Reynolds.

"Well, now that we know each others names, we can flirt now!" he jokes.

I see him look down at my wedding ring.

"Oh, is your husband not here?" he asks me.

"Nope, he stayed at home to finish up some work." I tell him, sighing.

"Seems kinda shitty to miss his kids game though." he says.

"I know! That's what I thought!" I say, happy to have someone to confide in.

"If I was him, I'd want to spend as much time as I could with you." he tells me,
obviously flirting.

I laugh at this, somewhat unsure how to respond to flirting since it's been so long
I got hit on like this. I am enjoying the attention though.

"And just why is that?" I ask teasingly.

"Well, I wouldn't wanna risk any guys trying to hit on you." he jokes.

"Oh, like you're doing right now?" I shoot back, smiling at him.

He leans forward and flashes his perfect smile again.

"Yeah, but he's not here to stop me. Plus, I think you're liking it." he teases.

"And how can you tell?" I ask, despite the fact that I know that I am actually
enjoying it.
"Because you've been blushing at staring at my forearms for a while now." he says.

I laugh awkwardly at this, mainly because I thought he wouldn't notice me sneaking

glances at them. I'm thinking of something to say, when he holds up his arm close
to me.

"You can feel if you want." he says, smiling.

I mile back, and decide to take him up on his offer. I grab his forearm, and give
it a squeeze. I'm both surprised by how my big it is compared to my small hand,
along with how hard it is.

"Wow, this is... definitely impressive." I say, still holding onto it.

"I'm guessing your husband doesn't work out much, huh?" he asks, still smiling.

"No... you're a lot more muscular than he is!" I say, laughing.

"Well, why don't you feel some more then?" he tells me, moving my hand to his toned
chest.

I don't move my hand away, and instead, I keep it there, pressing and feeling his
hard chest and abs.

"Christ, do you just live in the gym or some shit?" I ask, laughing.

He laughed at this and leaned back, letting me keep feeling up his pecs and abs.
After a while, he sits back up again, and places his hand on my thigh.

I raise an eyebrow at this and smile at him, letting him know that I won't move his
hand away.

"Hey, it's only fair. I mean, you've been feeling me up for a while." he tells me,
smirking cockily.

"Of course, I wouldn't want you to feel left out." I joke.

His hand slowly crept up my thigh, getting closer to my crotch. But, instead of
pushing his hand away like any decent married woman would do, I spread my legs
further for him, making it easier.

He ginned at this, and moved his hand even further, only an inch away from my
pussy, which I could feel start to get wet.

I don't know why I'm doing this. I know he hurt my son, and I know that I'm a
married woman, but for some reason, I want this. Maybe it's because I've been
starved for attention for a long time now. Maybe it's because of how good looking
and fit he is. It could be anything, but one thing I know for sure is that I want
this. No, I need this.

I look down, and see a bulge forming in his pants. I can already tell that he's
bigger than my husband, but it keeps on growing, much to my surprise. I lean close
to him, my mouth near his ear.

"We shouldn't be doing this with so many people around." I whisper, trying to
contain myself from pulling his cock out right here and now.

"Then where should we go?" he asks me, still rubbing my thigh.

"My car. It's a red minivan, so we'll more than enough space to... have some fun."
I whisper back. "I'll leave first, and you follow after a minute or two. I don't
want anyone to catch on." I tell him.

"Got it." he tells me, letting go of my thigh so I can get up.

I get up and begin to walk past him, and I feel a quick slap on my ass. I look back
at him, and he shrugs and smiles at me. I smile back, and feel myself get even more
turned on. I quickly walk to my car and get in the back, making sure the door is
unlocked so he can get in.

A minute passes, and Logan arrives. He opens up the door and closes it behind him.
I press the button on my keys to lock it so we won't be getting interrupted anytime
soon.

"Wait, hold on." I say, leaning forward and pulling up the mesh blinds on the
windows. "This should make it harder for people to look in." I explain.

The car is already parked kinda far away, so I think we should be alright. However,
I just wanted to play it extra safe. I don't want to end up being labeled as the
slutty mom who fucked someone who was on the opposite team at her own son's soccer
game.

Logan nods, and pushes me down so that I'm laying on my back on the backseat. He
climbs in between my legs and begins to kiss me hungrily. I reciprocate, pushing my
tongue into his mouth.

I feel one of his hands travel up from my hip, up my side, and onto my breast,
which he begins to grope through my sweater.

I moan into his mouth, and grab onto the arm that's playing with my boob. He begins
to grind against my pussy, making me moan some more as our tongues clash together.
I push my hips against him, wanting him to press against me even harder.

I can feel myself getting wetter the more he rubs up against me like that, and my
breathing is getting heavier. I feel his hand trail to the bottom of my sweater,
which he lifts up quickly, exposing my tits that are now only covered by my white,
lacy bra.

"Fuck..." he whispers, staring at my tits.

I giggle at this, and lean forward some. I reach around my back and unhook my bra
and slide it off, exposing my bare breasts to him.

"I'm guessing the girls at your school don't have boobs like these, huh?" I tease.

"Fuck no. Shit, I've seen a lot of tits, and yours are the best I've ever seen!" he
exclaims, grabbing my right boob.

"How many tits would an 18 year old even see?" I tease.

He laughs at this, and wraps his lips around my nipple, and begins to suck. I feel
his tongue flicking up and down my nipple, and I run my fingers through his hair.

"Fuck... this is so wrong..." I moan, giggling a little bit.

"We're not stopping though." he tells me.

"Yeah..." I moan, tilting my head back.

I cant believe the situation I'm in. My son's opponent, who put him out of the game
with an injury, is now sucking my tit in my car while my son is washing up. Not
only that, but soon, we'll be doing a lot more than just this.

The inside of the car is starting to heat up, and Logan notices this. He lifts up a
little bit and pulls of his shirt, showing off his toned, hot body.

"Holy shit..." I mutter, as I practically fuck him with my eyes.

He chuckles at this, and leans forward again, kissing me again. After kissing for a
while, he gets off and sits on one of the seats. He yanks down his shorts, and
finally reveals to me what was under those shorts.

A long, thick cock. It dwarfs my husband's in terms of length and thickness, and I
get wetter just from looking at it. A big vein runs along the shaft, and I can't
take my eyes off of his dick.

I get up on my knees on the seats and lean forward, holding myself up with my
elbows. I just look at it, admiring it's size and girth.

"Bigger than your husband?" he asks, breaking the silence.

"He can't even fucking compare..." I mutter out, still staring at it.

I keep staring at it, before realizing that I actually need to do more than stare.
I slowly move my face closer to his cock. Finally, I slowly wrap my lips around the
head of his cock, and slide my mouth down his shaft, reaching the base of his cock.

Thank god I don't have a gag reflex.

"Holy fuck..." I hear him moan out.

I begin to bob my head up and down, my mouth wrapped tightly around his cock. My
tongue runs along his shaft each time I pull up. I grab his balls with my free hand
and play with them as well, giving him probably one of the best blowjobs of his
life.

His moans intensify, only making me suck even faster. I keep sucking down to the
base, despite the fact that I've never had one this big before. Its a bit of a
struggle fitting something this big in my mouth, but due to my lack of a gag
reflex, it's actually possible. If I had one, I'd probably only be able to fit half
of it, and even then it'd be a struggle.

I close my eyes and focus on sucking him off, quickly sliding my mouth up and down
his cock, making sure I pay attention to every part of it.

I feel him grab a fistful of hair and yank my head up. I'm breathing heavily since
I was focusing so much on sucking him off, but when I look up, his head is tilted
back and he's panting.

"Fuck, I almost came..." he moans, his chest rising and falling.

I laugh, and kiss the tip of his cock.

"What, was it too good?" I tease, kissing and licking the head.

"God, it was really good..." he says, still holding a fistful of my hair.

I keep licking and kissing the tip of his dick as he rests, watching his cock
twitch as I lick. I run my tongue up and down his shaft, looking him in the eyes as
I do so. I'm now laying on my stomach, kicking my feet behind me as I suck him off.

I feel his hand grab my ass, which he gropes as I kiss and lick all over his huge
cock. He smacks my ass again, and I look up at him with my lips wrapped around the
tip of his cock and giggle at him.

He smacks my ass again, and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter each time I
kiss it. All I can think about is riding him, and I can't take it anymore. I climb
back up and begin to unbutton and unzip my pants.

"Getting impatient, huh?" he teases.

"I wanna ride your cock so fucking bad." I tell him, kicking my pants off.

I throw my pants to the front of the car and quickly slide my panties off. I leave
them on the floor, and mount Logan. He's holding his cock, with his head right at
the entrance of my pussy.

He rubs it up and down my entrance, teasing me. Finally, I slide down onto his
cock, my pussy graciously accepting all of his dick. I throw my head back as my
walls stretch to accommodate his size, and he grabs onto my hips. My pussy is
tightly wrapped around his cock.

I grab onto his broad shoulders and begin to slowly move up and down. He grabs the
back of my neck and pulls me closer, and he begins to kiss me again, our tongues
clashing together as I ride him.

Each time I slid down on his cock, I felt tingles of pleasure spread through my
body, and all I can think about is how I want to feel even more. I start to ride
him even faster now, moaning into his mouth as his cock stretches me out.

I've never felt like this. This... wild? I don't know how to describe it, but it's
like something in me was awoken. And that thing is a huge slut for big, young dick.
I'd never even think about riding my husband in the car at my son's soccer game.
But here I am. Happily bouncing on the cock of someone who my son was playing
against, horny as hell. All I can care about now is getting as much pleasure as
possible.

I feel his hands grabbing my hips hard as I ride his cock, our tongues hitting each
other, the car bouncing up and down from the wild lovemaking taking place inside.
In the back seat of the minivan my son would ride in when I drove him to and from
soccer practice, I'm cheating on my husband. A car that has so many happy memories,
is now being used to fuck in like I'm a teenager on prom night.

Logan lets go of my hips and he grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks as I ride him.
This only makes me ride him even faster, as it turns me on even further. The car is
now filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together as I slam down onto his
cock, squeezing it tightly with my pussy.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Lisa!" he moans out, grabbing my ass even tighter.

"You're so big!" I moan back in response.

Logan begins to suck my nipple again as I ride him, and I shift around so my tits
are right in his face, burying his face in between them almost. I wrap my hands
around the back of his head, and keep on riding him. Just like the good slut I am.
"Oh my god!" I moan out multiple times.

I can't believe how good this feels! His cock keeps hitting my most sensitive
parts, marking them as his. All I can do is keep riding his cock. Each time I slide
down, the pleasure intensifies.

I throw my head back and moan loudly as he starts to thrust up into me. He's
reaching even deeper now, and it feels too good to even move myself now. All I can
do now is focus on staying up and let him keep pounding up into my pussy. I hold
onto him even tighter, and close my eye tight.

I can hear his muffled moaning coming from in between my tits, and he begins to
slam up into me harder.

"Oh my god! It feels so good, baby!" I moan out.

I didn't mean to call him baby, but it sort of just slipped out on its own. I think
he liked it though, as I could feel his cock twitch inside me. Guess I'll just have
to 'accidentally' let it slip out again.

He begins to thrust into me faster, and I can feel the pleasure bubbling up inside
of me. It's been years since a man has made me feel this, and I'm so fucking ready
for it. I want to cum hard on his cock so fucking bad. His cock keeps slamming into
my tight cunt, stretching it out, making it so my pussy could never forget his
cock.

I hold onto him even tighter, and my moans turn into screams. I close my eyes
tightly and feel the pleasure and lust spreading throughout my entire body.

With one more hard thrust, his cock sends me into a screaming orgasm. It was the
best, most toe-curling, eyes rolling in the back of my head, most amazing fucking
orgasm of my life. It was the loudest I've ever screamed, and I felt my pussy
gripping and releasing his cock rapidly.

He keeps slamming up into me as I scream and cum, not giving me any chance to rest.
Good thing that's just what I wanted.

He slowly begins to slow down as my orgasm dies off, until he comes to a halt.
We're both panting and sweaty, but his cock is still hard and ready to go again. I
shakily climb off of his cock, which is coated in my juices.

"Fuck... that was amazing..." I let out, out of breath.

"I can still go some more. And it looks like you can too." he says, pushing me onto
my back.

I smile at this and spread my legs for him.

"Why don't we find out?" I ask, my legs spread wide for him.

I'm still wet as hell, and the sight of his cock covered in my juices is driving me
crazy.

He lines up his cock with my pussy, and instead of rubbing the head against the
entrance to tease me, he slides it in. I guess he didn't want to wait since he
knows how good I feel.

His cock fills me up once again, giving me that sensation of being full again. I
wrap my legs around him gently, pleading for him to start to move again.

Finally, he begins to slowly slide his cock in and out of my pussy, letting me get
used to his size again. I'm glad he's starting off gentle, but part of me just
wants him to as hard as he can and destroy my pussy.

"You feel so good, baby." I tell him, tilting my head back.

"I can tell." he cockily says.

With that, he begins to move a little faster, one hand on my leg and the other on
my right boob, groping it.

"Yes..." I moan out as he speeds up.

"You like this dick?" he asks, his cock sliding in and out of my tight cunt.

"I fucking love it." I answer.

"God, you're so hot..." he moans out.

I wrap my legs around him tighter, and I feel him pick up his pace even more, now
thrusting in and out of me faster with more vigor. The car is for sure bouncing up
and down now, making it obvious to anyone looking at it about what's happening
inside. But I couldn't care less about being caught now, as I just want to cum
again.

My tits are now bouncing up and down, and Logan is watching intently. I swear, he
started to go even faster just so he could watch them bounce up and down like this.
I think I'll make it a little more fun for him.

I grab and pinch both of my nipples, looking at him right in the eye.

"You like these tits, baby?" I ask, smiling as I play with them.

"Fuck yes." he answers, beginning to fuck me even harder.

I tilt my head back and let out a low and long moan. Each thrust makes the moan get
louder. My pussy has now been basically molded to the shape of his cock. After
experiencing something this big, I'm not even sure how my husband's cock will feel
now.

I still can't get over how I'm cheating on my husband right now. I don't even feel
bad, in fact, it makes the sex even hotter. Public sex is already risky, but
cheating on my husband AND fucking someone who's my sons age makes it twice as hot
and even more risky. I'll definitely have to tell my girlfriends about this.
They'll be so jealous of me!

"You're such a dirty wife." Logan moans.

"Mmmmm... I know..." I moan out, enjoying his cock slamming into me.

I wrap my arms around him too, so we're pressed together now. He keeps pounding my
pussy with his huge cock, driving me crazy. I'm moaning loudly into his ear.

"Fuck, Logan, you feel so GOOD!" I moan.

He moans in my ear, his hot breath giving me goosebumps. I'm feeling his muscular
back as he slams his cock in me, my nails digging into his back.
"I love your fucking cock so much!" I scream out.

His cock keeps hitting the deepest parts of my pussy, and all I can do is lay there
and take it like the slutty wife I am. I can hear some of cheering outside, so I
think someone scored a goal, but I focus back on the cock inside of me.

He keeps thrusting in and out, making me moan and scream his name like a little
whore. And I fucking love it. This is exactly the kind of sex I wanted, and I never
knew someone who's my sons age would be the one giving it to me. Regardless, he's
bigger than my husband and feels a hell of a lot better. I can only hope the his
team and my son's play again.

He begins to thrust more erratically, and I can tell he's getting close to cumming.
I'm getting close too, and I want to cum so badly. I start to think, and remember
that today is a safe day. Oh, he's gonna fucking love hearing that.

"Logan, you can cum in me..." I moan out, tightly wrapped around him.

"Huh? Really?" he excitedly asks.

"Y-YES! It's safe day... so you can- oh my GOD!- so you can cum in me..." I scream
out.

"Fuck yes!" he moans, slamming into me over and over.

I can feel myself getting close to cumming again, and the thought of being filled
up with his hot cum is what pushes me over the edge. As I cum, my pussy grips onto
his cock tightly, as if to beg his cock to cum.

And it works. He fills me up with his cum, shot after shot filling me up with his
hot load. I keep cumming hard on his cock as he fills me up, and he doesn't slow
down at all.

He lets out a sexy moan in my ear as he cums, while all I can do is moan out
incomprehensibly as I climax. As we cum together, I hear the crowd outside cheer
again, along with a whistle blowing.

With one final thrust, he stops moving and stays inside of me, resting. I'm still
wrapped around him tightly, my sore pussy still gripping onto his cock. I relax,
and unwrap around him, and he slowly slides out.

He gets up, and is panting heavily.

"That was... so fucking good..." I say, still taking everything in.

Logan looks around and grabs a piece of paper and a pencil from the back and
scribbles down on it.

"Whatcha writing?" I curiously ask.

"My number. In case my team doesn't go up against your son's team, we can still
arrange a meeting. I'm sure you'll be missing my cock soon." he tells me, smiling.

I smile back. He's right, I'll be craving his cock in a day probably.

He sets the paper on the front seat, and begins to get dressed. I watch his hot
body stretch and flex as he puts on his clothes.
"Well, I think I'll be leaving first. So, we'll be doing this again, right?" he
asks me.

"Fuck yeah we will." I tell him, still exhausted from the sex.

"Hell yeah! Well, just text me when you can. I'll be leaving now." he tells me as
he opens the door and shuts it behind him.

I lay there for a little bit, before getting up. Some cup drips out of my pussy.

"Shit. Should've made him cum in my mouth." I mutter to myself.

There's nothing to clean up with, so I have to slide my panties on, feeling the cum
drip out onto it. I get dressed, and walk outside, despite my hair being a mess.

I get back to the field, and see that the match has already ended. I look at the
scoreboard, and see that my son's team has lost 3-4.

"Fuck." I think to myself.

I see my son coming back from the locker rooms, and I inform him that his team
lost. He's a little hurt, but bounces back from it pretty quickly.

"It was still a fun game! Besides, there's still next time!" he says.

I smile, and we climb into the car to get ready to go home.

"Hey, it kinda smells in here..." my son says, smelling the air.

"O-oh? I don't smell anything." I say, trying to play it cool.

While we're driving off, I see Logan standing there. He sees my car, and smiles and
waves goodbye to me.