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 TITLE: One Bad Game - 1

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: FM, Teen, Cheat
SUMMARY: Comforting a young man turns into so much more.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this
story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   "Mom, we lost," my son Hank told me over the phone.  "It wasn't Jake's
fault either.  He put the ball out there.  The receivers just couldn't hold
on to it."

   "I know you boys did your best," I told him.  "I love you.  Take care."

   My name is Nancy.  I am a 37 year old relatively nice looking lady if I
do say so myself.  My husband Robert and I have a son Hank who is a
sophomore in college.  He plays the offensive line on our local college
football team.  He lives in the dorm but we still often call each other and
talk.

   His best friend is Jake.  Now I've known Jake since he and my son played
Pee-Wee Pop Warner football, at least a decade ago.  Jake is also a
sophomore at the college.  The first string quarterback broke his ankle and
Jake has been quarterbacking ever since.  But he just had a tough loss.

   There have been many a day over the past ten years that I have consoled
both Hank and Jake, pulling them in close to me and just hugging and
kissing their tears away after a heartbreaking loss, just like any good
mother would do.

   The doorbell rang and I suspected it might be Jake.  When I opened the
door and let him in he was practically in tears.

   "Oh Mrs Stewart," he said.  "I blew it.  I lost the game for the whole
team."

   "First of all Jake, Robert's gone to Chicago for the weekend," I assured
him, "so you can call me Nancy." My husband never liked how I treated the
boys.  He said I was too soft and that the neighborhood kids should never
call me by my first name.  It was disrespectful.  So I made a secret deal
with kids.  They should always call me Mrs Stewart when others were around
but they could call me Nancy when we were alone.  Some did, some didn't. 
Jake was one that did.

   I opened my arms and he came to me, hugged me as I hugged him, and the
tears came rolling down his cheeks.

   "Hey, Jake, here sit down on the couch with me," I told him as I walked
him to the couch.  "I hear that you did just fine.  The team had some
trouble hanging on to the ball tonight but that's not your fault.  You did
what you were supposed to do."

   "Nancy, you're always so nice to me," he said.

   I kissed him on top of the head as I held his face close to my breast,
gently rocking him like I would a small child, like I had done with Jake
plenty of times over the years.

   "Jake honey, look here," I said as I tilted his head up.  He sat up on
the couch and revealed his true height which was 6 foot 2 inches.  He
looked pitiful in his gym shorts and t-shirt.  I pulled his head to me and
kissed the tears from his cheeks, again like I had done off and on over the
years.

   He had cried so much there were tears that had rolled over his lips so I
kissed there too.

   "Nancy," was all he said when he kissed me back.

   My first mistake was not stopping him right then.  I let him kiss me, at
first because I thought he just needed to be comforted.  But then I sort of
liked it.  The longer I let it go though the more it became a real kiss,
one of passion, not one of comfort.  I liked it.  But the longer I let it
go on the harder it would be to stop.  I knew this.  So I gently pushed him
away.

   "Jake, as much as I like you, like this, that kind of kiss may be a
little too..." and then he kissed me again stifling my voice.  Before I
realized it I was on my back on the couch.  Jake was over me and kissing me
like he would his girlfriend.  This had to stop.  Why wasn't I stopping it?
I was literally making out with this 19-year-old boy, yes boy, in a man's
body.

   When he put his tongue in my mouth I tried to struggle but he was too
big.  I guess I didn't realize how far it had gone until I felt his hand
push my panties to one side.  I was wearing a flimsy dress so it was easy
for him.  He slipped his own gym trunks to one side and an instant later he
was inside me.

   "Jake, no, we can't," I protested trying to push him away.  He thrust
into me deep.  I gasped.  Before I could say another word he had pulled
nearly out of me and thrust in deeper, harder.  His thrusts came repeatedly
as I laid there speechless.

   We went so fast from me kissing his tears away to fucking.  How did I
let this happen?  Oh God it feels so good, I thought.

   I knew this was wrong, that it had to stop, but he had been fucking me
for over a minute by then and I no longer wanted it to stop.  My body was
responding to this 19-year-old teenager.  Then in an instant, my head
tipped back, my mouth opened as I groaned loudly, my sudden orgasm sweeping
through me.

   Jake wasn't stopping for me though, he continued to fuck me for a couple
more minutes until I felt it, his cock swelling inside of me.  He pushed in
and held it there as he climaxed.  I felt his cum shooting deep inside me,
hard against the back of my vagina.  Shot after shot hit me and I came
again.

   A minute later he pulled out of me and rolled off the couch onto the
floor.  As he fell he grabbed my arm and pulled.  I came with him, landing
on top of him.

   I laughed, "You bastard you.  What the hell were you thinking?  You
can't fuck me like this.  I'm married for Christ's sake.  You're a child,
my son's best friend.  I've known you since you were 9 years old."

   "But you loved it didn't you," he asked.  "Admit it."

   "That's besides the point," I conceded with a smile.  "We could get
caught.  My marriage would be ruined.  My reputation would be too.  Your
parents would hate me.  Everyone would disown me.  My own son would hate
me."

   "He's at the dorm.  Your husband is out of town," he explained.

   "Yes, but Susan," I countered.  "Your lucky she wasn't home." Susan was
my younger daughter.  She was 15 and happened to be over at a girlfriend's
house.

   "I forgot about Susan," he admitted.

   "Well she's at a friend's for the night," I told him.  "So you were
lucky this time." As I said this I felt his member twitch beneath me.  I
looked at him and he smiled.  "Don't think you're getting any more tonight
mister." I brought my knees up so that I was straddling him rather than
laying on top of him.  My dress was still pulled up so that my panties were
pressed down onto his gym shorts, onto his growing member.

   How can he be so hard so soon after climaxing in me, I wondered.  He
reached down, moved what material was between us out of the way.  I was
shaking my head no when he pushed up into me again but I made no effort to
prevent it.  As wrong as it was I wanted him to fuck me again.

   "Jake," I gasped.  Then I let my body take over, raising and lowering
myself on his new erection.  I glided up and down, again and again.  My God
nothing had ever felt this good, not my husband, not anyone.

   It didn't take me long to have another orgasm.  When I was climaxing
Jake did some kind of quick move.  He pulled out, slid his body down
between my legs, completely out from under me.  The next thing I knew he
was behind me fucking me like a dog.

   I had barely gotten over my last orgasm when I cried out, "Oh shit, I'm
cumming again." How was it possible?  I had just finished one climax and he
had me in another with his quick switch-a-roo.  Then he just pounded me
from behind without mercy for several minutes.  But the more he pounded me
the harder I wanted it.  "More, give me more, fuck me harder Jake, harder,"
I yelled.

   Then it happened.  Jake climaxed.  He held my hips tight against himself
and shot his cum into me over and over.  My body convulsed with another
orgasm.  Faintly, off to my right I thought I heard something.  But my
climax clouded my thoughts.  All was bliss for the next minute.

   As I started to come down from my climax I turned my head to see Susan
standing not ten feet away, her hand over her mouth.  When she realized I
saw her she turned and ran.  A moment later I heard a door slam shut.

   "Oh fuck Jake," I cried, "get off me, now." From the tone of my voice he
knew I was serious.

   "Did I do something wrong?" Jake asked me in a sad voice.

   "Yes, no, I mean, you were great.  It was Susan," I stumbled over my
words.  "Susan saw us fucking.  I don't know why she was home but she was,
and she saw us."

   "Oh Jesus, I'm sorry Nancy," he replied.  "I didn't mean for us to get
caught.  What are we going to do?

   "I would almost rather have had Robert catch us than Susan," I told him.
"Susan has always had a crush on you Jake.  Now I've sort of screwed that
up, no pun intended."

   "I'm so sorry," he said again.  "Shit.  I like Susan too.  Hell I don't
know why I did this to you, maybe because I felt like such a loser tonight
that I just needed some emotional support."

   "Well it's not all your fault," I reassured him.  "I let this happen. 
Maybe I sort of wanted it to happen, maybe even for a couple of years now,
maybe longer if I'm truly honest with myself.  But I had to wait until you
were an adult.  But I'm sorry I messed things up for Susan and you.  Maybe
I can fix it."

   "I'll do whatever you need me to do," Jake promised.

   "You better go now Jake," I told him.  "I'll do what I can.  By the way,
you really are one hell of a mother fucker Jake, you know that don't you?"

   We both laughed.

   The End (until Nancy confronts Susan)