My name is Todd Johnson. My story begins when my mom married a guy from another part of the state and we were lifted from our low income housing and settled in my white step-father’s home in another town. They met through an online dating service and ‘Bazinga’ two years later I’m sitting in this nice house in a very white neighborhood. I was pissed that we moved. I was going to be the starting quarterback on the high school varsity team my sophomore year. Now I would have to start all over at a new school, new friends and a new team if I could make it. Mom just kept telling me that the opportunities for me were just as good in our new town as they were in the old one. During my interview with the student counselor I brought it to his attention that I played quarterback in my old school. He became very interested in me when this bit of info fell on his ears. He picked up his phone, called someone and told him/her to, “Come to my office right away.” Ten minutes later a man walked into the room. “What’s up Jim? What is so important?” “Todd, this is Mr. Janes, our football coach. Mr. Janes please meet Todd Johnson. Todd is a transfer sophomore, who was to be the varsity quarterback this year at his old school.” “Really! Mr. Johnson, how good are you? Mind tossing a few footballs later on after school? I’d like to see what you got.” “I would like that very much, Mr. Janes.” “Okay, meet me in the gym locker room after your last class.” “Yes Sir,” I answered. I was happy that the coach was interested in evaluating my skills. I made the team and all the guys were happy because their starting quarterback had graduated and his replacements were not very good. I had the job from my first day of practice. Coach worked us hard. He wanted at least one team of his to go to State before he retired. The school had never won a State Championship in its twenty years of existence. Most of my teammates were junior and seniors, but we worked well together. I have a strong arm and my accuracy is exceptional. I could read a defense and I could change my offense at the line. I am sixteen. There were other sixteen year olds on the team, but I was the youngest. We started winning games that year. We had a winning season and went to the playoffs, only to lose there. We were heartbroken, but coach told us, “We had a great season and next year looks very promising.” We weren’t very noisy on the way back home but we were happy to have made it this far. I had a favorite wide receiver that I connected with both on the playing field and off. His name was Jake Peters and he was a sophomore also. Jake helped me a lot that first year in school. He was a good friend. Jake and I lived about a block away from each other and we walked home together almost everyday. It was raining real hard one day when Jake said, “My mom is picking me up, do you want a ride home with me?” I didn’t want to walk home in the rain so I said, “Sure if it’s no trouble. Your mom won’t get mad will she?” “No, she’s pretty cool. We get along fine. After Dad was killed in Afghanistan, I felt like I needed to be there for her and my little sister. I was twelve when Dad died, sis was eleven. He was hit by a IED while on patrol.” “I’m sorry to hear that. Do you miss him?” “Yes, but not so much now. If I need a man’s advice, Grandpa is always there for me. Coach too.” I put my arm around my buddy as we walked to the school parking lot to meet his mom.”Todd, this my Mom. Mom, this is Todd, the quarterback I told you about. Can we give him a ride home?” “Hi Todd, jump in back and tell me where to drive.” “I live a block from you so I can walk home from your house.” “Okay. I just baked some chocolate chip cookies. They are really fresh, want some Bostancı Escort with a cold glass of milk?” “Yes ma’am, that would be nice.” “See, I told you she was cool,” whispered Jake. I thought to myself, “And pretty!” Jake’s mom pulled into the garage and we got out of the car. I followed Mrs. Peters and Jake followed me. Mrs. Peters was tall, but then I am 6′, 4″ and Jake is about my height, so she looked short to me. Her hair was blond and her shorts showed off her slim, long legs. Her best feature, from the rear, was her rear. Her butt was fantastic! I watched her sway her way into the kitchen, my mind doing funny things to me. Mrs. Peters put the cookies on the island and bent over to retrieve the milk from the refrigerator. Her top opened up, showing me her cleavage and the tops of her titties. I felt funny in my crotch. I looked away and sat down next to Jake. Mrs. Peters went into the laundry room while Jake and I drank our milk and ate cookies. The cookies were fantastic! The rain had stopped so I said, “Thank you, Mrs. Peters, for the ride and cookies. I can walk home now.” “You’re welcome and anytime you need a ride, just let Jake know.” “Good bye, Mrs. Peters. Goodbye, Jake, I’ll see you in the morning.” When I arrived at home, Mom was home from work and my step-dad would be showing up soon. I did my homework before dinner and sat with Dad and watched TV until Mom yelled, “Come and get it!” Dad and I both jumped up fast; Mom would get pissed if we lollygagged around when a meal was on the table. “What did you do today, Son, anything interesting?” Mom asked. “No, Mrs. Peters gave Jake and me a ride home in the rain. She had baked some cookies so Jake and I had a couple with milk.” “Is Mrs. Peters that tall blond with the tall son?” she asked. “She is one good looking woman. I wonder where her husband is?” “He was killed in the war four years ago.” “That’s terrible, being so young with a family to raise and no man to help her.” “She is fine. Jake helps her all the time and if he can’t handle it, her father helps out.” “That’s good. Now run along with your dad and get out of my kitchen!” I sat with Dad and watched a couple of shows then I said, “Goodnight, I’m off to bed.” “Goodnight,” they said in unison. After I crawled into bed I tried to fall asleep but all I saw was Mrs. Peters’ tits and ass. Then I started wondering what it would be like to fuck her. Me being a virgin had no idea what sex was like except when I jerked off and that felt good. I had no idea how a pussy would feel. I needed release so I started to fantasize that I was fucking Mrs. Peters. I saw a porno once so I knew the basics. My mind had me between her legs and sometimes she was sitting on my cock. I came hard, harder than ever before and messed up my sheets. I stripped my bed and remade it with clean sheets. I stuffed the dirty ones in the hamper. I would find excuses now to visit Jake’s house. We practiced catching the football for hours just so I could catch a glimpse of Mrs. Peters. She would even talk to me and I liked that. There were times I would get a semi-erection just looking at her. I would then run home and jack off thinking of her. I had a crush on my buddy’s mother! Junior year in school was great. Our football team won our division and went to State. We won there and brought a trophy back to our school. There were all types of activities celebrating our win. Coach just couldn’t fathom how Jake and I were able to connect on so many pass plays. When we told him about how much time we spent in Jake’s back yard working on pass plays, he understood. “Thanks guys, you two hold almost all the school records now and we have another year to go.” Bostancı Escort Bayan The summer between our junior and senior year was no different than before. We worked hard at passing and catching. I caught Mrs. Peters looking at me more now and differently than she did before. She also talked to me more and we had some very good conversations. One time I thought she was flirting with me, but I chalked that up to my imagination. One time I did have a hardon and she saw it lying along my thigh under my jeans. Her eyes went wide and sparkled. “I’m still jailbait Mrs. Peters,” I thought. Football and studying were my life my senior year. My GPA was 3.9 and we won the State Championship for our division again. Coach was ecstatic and the team was also. Jake and I were hefted onto their shoulders and paraded around the gym while all the students chanted. “Five TD’s…Five TD’s…” over and over. We had won the game 35 to 20. Letters from colleges all over the country started arriving with scholarships. Jake and I decided we were a team and would go to the same school and see if we could repeat our high school accomplishments. Jake and I would compare letters that we both received from the same college. Most made the same scholarship offer, two years, full scholarship. We set those aside to look at later. Just before Christmas we had made our decision. The school has a very good football program and many players are drafted into the NFL. We thought that this school would be our best choice even if it was a four hour drive away. This summer Jake and I practiced much harder than before. We knew we would be on the JV roster but wanted to be ready if called to play varsity. We were usually playing when Mrs. Peters returned home from work. She was so nice, bringing us lemonade or Gatorade to drink. On really hot days a Gatorade was always brought out. We would rest and quench our thirst, listening to Jake’s mom tell us about her day. One day, during break, Jake said, “I gotta pee, I’ll be right back.” When he was out of earshot Mrs. Peters asked me, “Todd, do you have a girlfriend?” “No, Mrs. Peters, I don’t. Jake and I have plans for our lives right now and that doesn’t include girls.” “You can call me Lynette. Better yet, just call me Lyn. You are a young man now and you can drop the ‘Mrs. Peters.'” “Ok, Mrs…I mean Lyn. This will be hard hard for me to change.” We talked about nothing much for awhile. I noticed that Lyn was looking at my crotch more now than ever before. I wondered why she asked me about a girlfriend; that puzzled me. Lyn’s blouse had an extra button unbuttoned. I could see her nipples if she turned just right. She caught me looking at her tits and smiled. “Like what you see, Todd? You can see more if you want!” Was Jake’s Mom coming onto me? My childhood crush was showing me her tits and asking if I wanted to see more? My dick pushed its way out of my boxers and laid along my thigh. I was glad my shorts’ legs were long enough to hide it. Jake told me his mom was thirty seven. I’m nineteen now so if I got a chance to get into her panties, I would! Maybe my fantasy to fuck Lyn would be fulfilled. My cock was at full staff now, just thinking about it. “Todd, can you come here next Saturday? Jake and his sister will be with their grandparents for the day and I would like to talk to you. Can you do that, say about 1PM?” “Okay,” I stuttered. Jake came back out and Lyn buttoned up her blouse before he reached us. “A few more tosses and then let’s call it a day,” Jake said. Lyn watched us for awhile and then she went into the house. Jake came running up to me. “I’m sorry I took so long to piss, but my sister was in her room Escort Bostancı watching a porn movie. I watched some of it through her doorway.” “She didn’t see you?” “No, she was watching a lesbo porn and her back was to me. She screwed up because her door was partially open.” “Perv!” “Fuck you Todd. I see you perving on my Mom and I see her perving you back!” “Sorry Jake, I shouldn’t do that to my best friend. Please forgive me.” “Hey, no problem. She hasn’t been laid in years, probably would do her good if you fucked her!” “Jake, why do you say such things about your mom?” ‘No big deal! I’ve been there for her since Dad was killed. Now let someone else take over, someone who can make her happy, someone who can fuck her.” “Well that’s not me, Jake. Your mom is beautiful and everything but she is old enough to be my mother!” “Whatever! Your cock doesn’t know how to tell time.” “Enough of this, I’m going home now. Want to practice tomorrow?” “We better if we want to be good enough to play varsity.” “See ya, buddy,” I said as I left. Now all I had to do was wait two more days to see what Lyn wanted talk to me about. That night all I could think about was Lyn’s tits. I would say that they were a ‘C’ cup. That much I know about women. Some of the guys talked about how ‘juicy’ they would get their girlfriends right before they fucked them. How they would kiss and feel them up. How they would kiss their nipples and even lick their pussy. I decided I better figure this out before Saturday in case Lyn wanted to do more than talk. I hope, I hope, I hope! Jake and I practiced hard on Thursday and Friday. Just before I left Jake’s house, his Mom looked at me and mouthed the word, “Tomorrow.” I nodded my head. She smiled and winked. I had a hard time sleeping that night. First I couldn’t get to sleep; all I thought about was her. Later I would wake up from stupid dreams. Finally I slept and didn’t wake up until noon. I jumped out of bed and rushed into the shower. I was ready to go by 12:30. I walked up to Lyn’s front door at exactly 1PM. I rang the doorbell and I heard sharp footsteps coming toward the door. The door opened and Lyn was standing back somewhat in the hallway. I entered and closed the door. When my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I saw a very pretty woman, dressed in sheer black lingerie. Her legs were encased in black nylon stockings that were held up by a garter belt. She was wearing black stilettos. The shoes made the sharp noise on the wood floor. She was so fucking hot! I wanted to fuck her right there in the hallway! I just stood there looking at her. I looked up and down her body. She was hot! Her bra had cutouts and her nipples poked out. Her panties were over her garter belt. Did that mean she wanted her stockings to stay on? My cock was forming a tent in my shorts. I took a step towards her, she reached out with her hand and took mine. “Don’t be afraid, we will have a very nice time together today.” Lyn stepped forward and kissed me on my lips. I didn’t even have to bend down. Those long legs and heels put her right at my height; her pussy was even with my cock! I didn’t know exactly what to do but I did know that I wanted to fuck this pretty white woman! Lyn ground her hips into me, rubbing against my hard cock. I put my hands around her waist and pulled her tighter against me. The pressure on my dick was starting to hurt. I kissed her again and pulled away. “My dick is hurting,” I said. Lyn took my hand again and led me into her bedroom. My bedroom skills are rated zero, so I had to follow Lyn’s lead. Lyn unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders. Stupid me had put on a undershirt. Lyn just smiled and pulled it over my head and threw it on my other shirt. Lyn placed her hands on my chest and kissed me again. I saw our reflection in the mirror; my black skin really made her white skin stand out. I looked at her hands, I wanted them around my cock so bad. Lyn stepped back and held onto my arm for balance as she unbuckled her stilettos and removed them.