CHAPTER SEVEN
Trent
Holy shit, Marie was Robbie’s mom? What the fuck? Sure, I’d known she was older than me, but I didn’t think by twenty years. Holy fucking shit, the woman looked amazing, absolutely delectable, and fuck yeah, I wanted her again.
I grunted in the gym, slowly doing a rep, then two, then three, watching my reflection in the mirror like a hawk. Training is important, strength builds resilience and resistance to injuries, so yeah, I work out like a machine, never missing my time at the gym. But still, my brain was electrified, headphones pumping music. Because the delectable woman would be mere feet from me, that curvy body taking showers, shaving herself, eating, sleeping, so near that I got hard just thinking about it. Fuck, I was a fucking mast but thank god I had loose sweatpants on, you couldn’t tell.
But shit, this was my buddy Robbie’s mom and the fucker had no idea I’d boned his mom last night. Clearly, he thought she was “over the hill,” he had no idea that Marie was one hundred percent Grade A MILF to the max. To him, she was more along the lines of an elderly woman, someone who was warm and kind yes, but still his mom for crying out loud. And definitely not someone his best friend would bang. Except now I’d met Marie. I’d more than met her, I’d fucked her until she screamed, her curvy form shattering on my dick, pink pussy squeezing me, milking me dry, blasting load after load of hot semen into her depths. And oh fuck, but we’d totally gone bareback, I’d totally thrust into her with nothing, my hot fuck totally virile. Fuck, fuck, what was wrong with me? This never happened, as a pro athlete, there are so many groupies everywhere, you never know what shit was flying out there. I’d just forgotten for crying out loud, which hasn’t happened in ages, since I was a fumbling fifteen year old wetting my dick for the first time. So fuck, not only had I banged my friend’s mom, but I’d done it with no protection to add to the fuckery.
I grunted again, staring at myself in the mirror, doing another rep, biceps trembling as I lifted hard, balancing on my heels. What the fuck was going on? I had no idea, but I knew that I wanted more, more of Marie, more of the woman, enjoying her, savoring that sweet form, feeling that warm, wet cunt wrapped around my dick once more. And if after a week, she wanted out? That was fine, it suited my lifestyle as well, ballplayers are always on the go. But in the meantime, there was still a week of pleasure, a week of hot play, a week of all-out hedonism … and I was gonna make sure Marie loved every moment of it, screaming my name, body shaking again and again as I had my way.