Henry didn’t mind being the parent who took his kids places. He loved spending the time with them catching up and hearing about their day as he drove them to this practice or that function and it gave him time to wind down after each hectic day at work. He was usually the only one taking the kids places even on the weekend when his wife would use the time to clean the house and get everything ready for their usual weekend dinners or parties that she’d inevitably drag Henry off to.
That didn’t mean Henry didn’t make the most of his time though, two hours every afternoon with one kid at choir practice and the other running around a soccer field gave Henry plenty of time to do whatever he liked. What Henry really liked was talking with the other parents, especially since the oth
er parents tended to be soccer moms dragging little johnny here and there. They were used to their husbands working all kinds of hours and being left alone to deal with the stress and missing their men’s company.
It was the perfect place for Henry to step in. After all they had a lot of time while they waited on the kids to practice or even at a game. Who would notice if they slipped away for a little while? There was always the resistance, the reluctance at first to even entertain the idea which was why Henry started it as a joke, his regular and easy going conversation filled with natural flirting that the women could brush off if they wanted. Some didn’t brush it off though, they tried but he could see the idea there, planted as a joke but sprouting as a desire in their eyes.
After that he could always tell the women who were considering it. Their eyes lingered a little longer, their laugh changed into a giggle and their hands would always find so
me reason to playfully slap his shoulder or touch his arm. All it took was a few jokes and some confident charismatic conversation to have the women considering their fidelity in looser terms. Then as the desire built he stayed away, working on women he’d been luring close for longer to let the others simmer to fan their temptation into a burning need that only he could satisfy for them.
He never promised them he was only after them, they could all see how he flirted and teased all the mothers present. It was easy, it was fun and they had all seen the looks of contentment on the faces of the girls who’d snuck off with him when they came back. Their blushed cheeks and sweaty brows highlighted by their stifled grins and the roughness to the sway of her hips working as an advertisement to his prowess.
Only not all the soccer moms were the same, not all were as desirable as others and Henry had found one he needed, one he wanted beyond all the others. He knew
it was a fleeting desire, one that would pass once he’d sated himself on her body but for the moment she was the only woman at the practices he could think of. The only problem was that she was the oldest daughter of his boss.
He’d met her a time or two at work functions here and there but he’d never spent much time in her company. Apparently she’d moved and now her child was going to the same soccer practices and joining his son’s team. He could tell how relieved she was to know someone there, how easy it was for her to stay close to him even as he regaled her with stories and jokes making the young mother laugh and smile again and again.
She was as easy as the others but so much more risky and as he worked his magic Henry struggled to hide his tented shorts, to keep her from noticing just what it was he wanted from her at first. Her giggle was intoxicating, her smile what he needed to see as he planted the idea with one innuendo
filled joke after another. He could see her frustrations, the giggle she would let out at his jokes and the flush that filled her cheek as she bit her lip his words and ideas worming into her brain. It was easy to tell how she’d been neglected, a young son and a busy husband working for her father and here she was running this way and that with no one to take care of her needs.
Only she’d found someone in Henry, his jokes and his ideas taking root one day when he pulled into the parking lot. It wasn’t even a minute after their sons had rushed off to the grassy field before she was pulling him back into the parking lot. She made him promise, swearing on his life that he would never tell a soul about this, a promise he easily and quickly made as he drew her into his car.
It was cramped and hot but the two of them didn’t care. All Henry cared about was stripping her body, the feel of her under his hands as she kissed him again and again. He could
tell how badly she needed this, how long she’d been ignored by the volume of her moans and the way her body thrashed and wiggled under his fingers. There wasn’t much effort he needed to put in to have her soaking wet, dripping on his fingers as he worked her body to the first climax he would give her.
Short fused and needy she was practically attacking him even as she sat in his lap. Her hands kept running up and down his legs, clutching at his hands or wrapping around his neck while he teased and pleasured her body. There was only one pause, her movements stopping as she heaved for breath. That was the moment that Henry wondered if she was going to back out to pull away and say that this was a mistake. Instead she just lifted herself up and helped guide him into her, notching him at her entrance as she moaned out her need.
There was no stopping then, not as he grabbed onto her hips and drew her down onto him, not as her soaked pussy enveloped him in wet h
eat and definitely not as he began to guide her body, lifting and dropping her hips again and again onto his cock. It was only luck that the parking lot was mostly empty, parked cars but one there to hear her moans and screams as she cried out while he filled her again and again, his cock pushing deep with each bounce of her body. He didn’t ask about what he needed to do, he just took control his hands pulling her flat onto his chest while he pulled her breast into his mouth.
That was apparently all she needed to explode yet again, her pussy milking him, clenching and twitching around his shaft as her body locked rigid above him and her voice escaped in a silent scream. He held on, his cock twitching and throbbing at the feeling of her bare body around him. It was close but he held on, struggling to keep himself from reaching his own climax wanting this to last just a little bit longer. Not to mention he intended to pull free, to spray his cum up her tight body since
he wasn’t sure about her cycle or if she was protected.
Only plans had a way of going astray and as she came down from her orgasm he felt her hips move again. Henry was used to wild women, pent up with sexual frustration and needing him to fuck them, not love them but this woman was different. She was like an animal, possessed with need as she drove her hips down onto him again and again even as he struggled to hold onto her body. He was sure he was going to leave marks, his fingers digging into her hips as he tried to slow her body. Even the warning signs, the swelling of his cock, his ragged breathing and his words didn’t slow her down.
There was no stopping now, now turning back as Henry roared out his own orgasm as he felt her slam down one last time onto him. She screamed, her body trembling and twitching as she milked him apparently only waiting for just this moment. he could feel her, twitching and milking him even as his cock let loose stream after
stream of his thick cum deep inside of her. He felt her body relax with his, his cock still twitching and trembling inside of her as the last of his cum dribble out into her.
She didn’t tell him off, didn’t smack him or panic about his seed filling her body. Instead she just smiled at him, her lips finding his for a chaste peck before she pulled her clothes back on and left his car. She left him dumbfounded staring after her swaying hips, as she looked back at him with a smile like the cat that got the cream. Only she had gotten the cream and Henry didn’t know the risks, only that she was the daughter of his boss, a woman his wife knew in passing and she’d just taken his seed deep into her body.
He didn’t know what to do, what to plan for in the future but what he got was a regular minx to meet for trysts. Several times a week she met him, letting him fuck her and even pinning him down to ensure his cum would fill her body after she
told him how much the thought of being bred turned her on. It didn’t dawn on him what she was doing until his company’s Christmas party where he saw her in that skin tight red dress.
His wife had looked at her with scorn, dressed so sexy and slutty like Santa’s naughty wife, especially with her stomach starting to press out the skin tight fabric. She’d even reserved a special glare for him when the scantily dressed woman found herself draped on his arm, her belly pressed into his side while she whispered in his ear. He couldn’t very well push her away, that would have been rude, not to mention it would have put his very hard cock on display after her promise to let him score another goal on her body once the baby was born.
Henry was pretty sure he was going to change his tricks with the soccer moms after this, no longer cumming on them, coating them with his mark. He wanted to fill them, to mark them with his children and leave his
legacy on every woman he convinced to work off a little bit of stress and frustration. After all every action had consequences and they were letting their kids practice a sport maybe their mothers should learn how to protect the goal a little better or they’ll get scored on too.