Chapter 2 of 16

Chapter 2 of 16: Hanna goes to Ryan’s home game. While congratulating Ryan on his win, she meets Trevon and is smitten by him – much to her embarrassment. The week following, Ryan, his friends, and Trevon come to Hanna’s home for the weekend. Hanna, still smitten with Trevon and too weak to overcome temptation, has sex with Trevon.

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Over the next few days. I couldn’t get Trevon off my mind. I would think about what it would be like to be with him: perhaps date, be his girlfriend – make love to him. I would collect and view pictures and videos of him - saved on my iPhone – to masturbate while I watched in bed.

I attended just about every home game that Ryan has played but never paid attention to his other teammates. The exceptions were Matthew and Greg, his close friends and teammates who would come and stay at my home during their time away from football. This time, I was looking for Trevon. I spotted him on the field during the first offensive drive. He was very tall – and big – resembling a lineman. But he was fast, strong, and nimble, able to block, pass, and run for touchdowns. He and Ryan collectively scored five touchdowns and easily beat the opposing team.

After the game, I had a visitor’s pass to get onto the field. I saw Ryan, I went to him for a congratulatory hug and a kiss. Then Trevon appeared. “Mom,” Ryan said. “I want you to meet Trevon Brooks, our quarterback.” I looked at him and went into shock, he was very tall – 6’ 6” I guess, very big – it was hard to tell with all that padding. He was even more handsome than the photos and videos I’ve seen. He had a big, beautiful smile. I was taken by his good looks, and I just stood there staring at him – motionless and speechless. “Hello Mrs. Baxter,” Trevon said. “I’m so glad to meet you. Ryan has told me so many wonderful things about you. I can see why he loves you very much.” I was still in a daze, staring at him, smitten like a teenager’s first love. “Mom,” Ryan said. “Are you OK?” I just realized what I was doing, snapped out of my trance, and replied, “Hello Trevon, it’s a pleasure meeting you.” Including Ryan in the conversation, I said, “Both of you played a great game – five touchdowns. Congratulations on such a great win.” Trevon had a big grin on his face. With my dazed stare at him, he knew I was powerfully attracted to him. With me knowing he had the hots for me, the awkwardness was even worse. We exchanged some more pleasantries, and they left for the locker room.

I went back to the car and once inside, I leaned my head against the steering wheel and closed my eyes. I was overcome with humiliation, embarrassment, and shame. I could believe what I’ve done. My uncontrolled ogling over him was totally inappropriate. I’m sure Trevon would find my actions as a welcoming sign, for things to come. I wanted to find a rock – anywhere – that I could crawl under and never come out.

Their next game was away which meant they left on a Friday, played Saturday, arriving back late that evening. If they win, they get Sunday off and don’t need to be back on campus until Monday late afternoon. I watched the game on TV and they beat their rival easily. I sent Ryan a congratulatory text message. He called me back immediately.

“Hi honey, congratulations on the big win,” I said. “Thanks Mom, it was a great game. We’re coming back late this evening, spending the night on campus, but we want to come be with you Sunday, into Monday,” he said. I replied, “We? Who is we?” “Matthew and Greg Mom. Also, Trevon wants to join us,” he replied. I was speechless, my mind went numb, thinking about how I should respond. “Mom, are you there?” “Yes…….. Yes I am darling. I’m concerned about Trevon. You told me he has the hots for me,” I said. “Nothing is going to happen between you and Trevon Mom - as long as you don’t let it happen,” he responded. “He likes you and wants to get to know you better. Besides Mom, you were very excited when you met him at the game last weekend. I think you’d like to meet him as well.” Ryan had me there - no denying that. “OK then,” I said, “please invite Trevon and I look forward in seeing all of you tomorrow afternoon. I’ll prepare lunch and dinner.”

It was lunchtime the next day when the boys arrived. Ryan came in first and I gave him a big hug and kiss. Matthew and Greg were next, and I greeted them also with hugs and kisses. “Hi Mrs. Baxter, thank you for having us for the weekend,” Greg said. “Boys – please,” I replied. “please call me Hanna. We’re all friends here.” I’ve known those two for so long, they felt to me like second sons.

Then Trevon came in. He was so much taller, larger, more muscular, with a big, beautiful smile - white teeth beaming against his dark skin. I stood there – looking at him – stunned – oh my – what a gorgeous man standing before me. He did it again to me. I was speechless - motionless. He reached down to give me a hug. My arms hug - lifeless - by my sides. When Trevon went to let go of me, my arms swung up to hug him back and I pulled him into me. It was another awkward and embarrassing move. “Welcome Trevon,” I said. “I’m glad you could join us.” He looked deeply into my eyes as he smiled again. Oh no – I did it again. I let him know I was still smitten with him.

I served the lunch I prepared for them. They were plenty hungry. I thought there would be leftovers, but they ate everything. I realized I needed to buy a lot more food at the grocery store.

It was a lovely meal and had great conversation regarding their team and hopes of getting into the playoff – and perhaps into the national championship. I made conversation and eye contact with everyone, but always drifted towards and stayed on Trevon. What a handsome creature before me. I purposely tried not to gaze upon him, but it was no use. I kept doing it. Trevon noticed and would smile directly at me every time I did it. Ryan noticed it too.

When lunch was finished, the boys went downstairs to the TV room – what Chuck called his “Man Cave:” with a super-large screen tv, surround sound, recliner chairs, sofa bed, pool table, full bathroom, mini kitchen, and plenty of sports memorable and personal trophies from past victories. They would all be staying there for the night. Ryan came up to the kitchen, hugged me from behind, and gave me a kiss on the cheek while I was loading the dish washer. “Thanks Mom for a great lunch. It was delicious. We’re going out for a while to see some friends. We’ll be back for dinner.”

As he started to leave, he turned to me and said, “Mom, you got to stop ogling over Trevon. Your infatuation for him is so obvious, it’s making us uncomfortable.” “Was I doing that honey? I had no idea.” I said, hoping he would believe me. “Yeah Mom,” he replied. “Trevon loves the attention.” Ryan came closer, so our faces were nearly touching. With his eyes locked on mine, he whispered, “If you keep doing that Mom, he’s going to be in your bed tonight.” I was shocked and stunned my stepson would say that to me. I was flabbergasted, I couldn't speak. He turned and walked into the living room just as the rest of the group arrived. They left through the front door, leaving me in silence, pondering over the gravity of Ryan’s last sentence.

I went to the supermarket to get a lot more food, came back and started to prepare for our next meal. The boys were back just as dinner was ready. They brought back lots of beer to drink and I had a couple glasses of wine during our meal to be relaxed and more comfortable. I tried hard not to gaze or to look lustfully at Trevon, but was unsuccessful. The alcohol was of no help.

Dinner ended and the boys took most of the beers down to the Man Cave to watch an important football game. Three six packs were left behind, and I put them in the refrigerator. As I was finishing cleaning up, Trevon came up and into the kitchen for more beer. He came close to me, standing inches away. I looked up at him, trying to keep my composure, but didn’t do very well. His dark eyes looked deeply into mine, as if he was trying to see my soul. “Thank you Hanna for inviting me for the weekend. I enjoy being here – especially in your company.” I continued to stare at him. I was in a trance, an outer body experience perhaps. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips…….. soft…….gentle…… which lasted a bit longer than it should have. I felt my body tingle. My pussy became moist. I stood there helpless, motionless, as I continued staring into his eyes. He moved back, smiled, then walk away with the beer and down to the Man Cave.

My pussy was wet, I was horny as hell, my pheromones were in overdrive, and I needed relief. I went up to my bedroom, took off my clothing, got my dildo vibrator out of the closet, dimmed the lights, got naked, laid on my back in bed, spread my legs and started rubbing my clitoris with the vibrator. The visions of Trevon were in my head: The hug when he arrived, us staring at each other, the kiss in the kitchen. I wanted….. NO…… I needed him……. needed him near me…. to hold…. caress…… to be naked with……. to make love with……… I took the bottle of sex lube from the nightstand draw, greased the dildo while leaving the bottle next to me, and inserted it into my vagina, rubbing my clitoris with my fingers. In a few moments, I was close to cumming.

Just then, the door opened. OH NO!!!! I forgot to lock it. It was Trevon. I quickly removed the dildo from my vagina, and closed my legs. I pulled the covers from the opposite side of the bed to cover my body. The lube bottle and vibrator flew off the bed and onto the floor, the vibrator still vibrating. Trevon came over and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached down, picked up the lube bottle and vibrator - turning it off. He held both items up and said to me, “Did you lose something?” I was so embarrassed, I took the covers and pulled it up and over my head. There was a long period of silence. I was hoping a big hole would open beneath and swallow me whole. After more awkward silent moments, Trevon said, “Are you coming out anytime soon?”

I lowered the covers to expose my eyes. Trevon sat there – smiling. He found my folly most amusing. Once again, my inept abilities were on full display. He pulled down the covers to expose my face. He leaned down to give me a soft, soulful, and passionate kiss. The sensation of his kiss was overwhelming. I was in highly erotic state and he knew it. I managed to say “Trevon, you don’t belong in my room. This is not right.” My words lacked true meaning. He was here because he knew I wanted him badly. And he wanted me.

He slowly started to move the bed cover back. He started kissing my neck, then my breasts became exposed. He sucked each one – with licks and bites on the nipples. My breathing became heavier and more labored, I reached out and put my hand on his head, then down to his neck and to his back. For this first time I felt how big and muscular he was. I became more excited and my pussy was drenched.

He pulled all the covers away to expose my entire nakedness. He got off the bed, kneeling on the floor, and leaning over onto the bed, he effortlessly moved me around to where my behind was on the edge, with my legs between his face. "Just relax Hanna. I want to make you feel good," he said.

His fingers traced my stomach, dipping to my bushy patch of hair above my pussy, then lower, parting my folds. I became embarrassed. I haven't shaved my body in several days – hardly ever trimming my pubic hair. I was wet down there, and Trevon hummed approval, sliding one finger along my slit, circling the entrance.

"You're soaked," he said, voice husky, eyes dark as he watched my face. "Been thinking about me since I arrived, haven't you?" He pushed inside, slow, his finger thick and curling just right, hitting that spot that made my breath hitch. "Yes," I said, “before today.” Unable to lie, I gripped the sheets as he added a second, pumping steady, thumb pressing my clit in firm circles.

The sensation was overwhelming. This was clearly Trevon's domain of expertise, like he'd mapped bodies like mine before - many women – perhaps football moms like me, that have been on the receiving end. His fingers worked me, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. My hips bucked, chasing the pressure, and he grinned against my skin. "That's it Hanna - let go."

But he didn't let me finish there. Pulling his fingers free - glistening, he brought them to my mouth, and I sucked without prompt, tasting myself, salty and sharp. He spread my legs wider, hooking them over his shoulders, his breath hot on my pussy. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard Hanna," he murmured, before his tongue flicked out, flat and broad, lapping from my entrance to my clit.

I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle the cry, his mouth relentless - sucking my clit, tongue delving inside, then two fingers thrusting back in, twisting. He ate me like he was starving, humming vibrations that shot through me, my body clenching around him.

"Trevon.....Oh........ This is so....... So..... I'm gonna....." My words failed as the orgasm hit, like a tidal wave, the sensation throwing me back into the mattress, my arms falling back behind me, my pussy pulsing, juices coating his chin as I shook, toes curling in the air. He didn't stop, licking me through it, drawing out every tremor until I was panting, limp, totally spent, immovable. I started to cry. I don't believe I ever had an orgasm that explosive.

He crawled back up, looking at me, wiping away my tears, kissing me gently. "Are you OK?" he asked. "Yes," I said, "Trevon, that was so powerful - so beautiful - something I haven't experienced in a very long while - if ever." He smiled and continued kissing me, deep this time so I could taste us both.

He stood up and pulled his polo shirt over his head. His massive muscular frame was on full display. He kicked off his sneakers and removed his socks. He removed his pants, wearing only his boxers, with a sizable bulge in the crotch area. I sat up naked, on the edge of the bed, my legs spread wide. Any hesitance or decency I had by being a good Christian woman was completely gone. He stood before me - inches away. He looked into my eyes and said, “Are you ready for this?” He tucked both thumbs inside his waistband, pulled down his boxers and……………

Oh my!!!!!! It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I didn’t think a penis that size was possible. “Touch it Hanna,” he said. “Stroke it, get me hard. You’re not going to just look at, are you?” He reached down and grabbed the sex lube bottle that he put back on the bed. “Here - use this,” he said. I squeezed a generous amount of lube in my hand and started to rub his cock. It started to grow bigger. By the time it was fully erect, the length was 10 inches, maybe 12. I put my hand around the base of his shaft. I was unable to get my middle finger to touch the tip of my thumb.

He lifted me effortlessly and placed me in the middle of the bed. He got on top of me with my legs spread open. I was still in a trance. Everything was so different, so new, so surreal. He got up on his knees and applied more lube to his cock. He then lubed this fingers, inserting them deep into my vagina. He started to kiss me again passionately, causing me to get wet again.

“Hanna,” he said. “This is going to hurt a lot, but the pain will be replaced with pleasure, and then you’re gonna have another mind-blowing orgasm. Are you ready? I’m gonna take it nice and slow.” I kissed him passionately, looking into his eyes. I was taken with him by this time, Trevon could do anything he wanted to me.

I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. It was clearly too big for my opening, but he pressed ahead and it started to go in. My eyes opened wide and I gasped. “Trevon! I’m hurting! Please be gentle.” He pulled out and pressed in several times. The pain was intense, but he continued pushing further.

The pain was immense and I started to cry. “Hanna, I’m gonna stop,” he said. I replied, “No Trevon, keep going. I’ll adjust. I want to share this experience with you.” After several pumps, the head went in. The pain continued to be unbearable, but I urged him on. Slowly, he was entering me more deeply. The pain started to subside slightly and he kept pushing deeper inside me. Suddenly I felt his cock press again the back of my cervix. He was all the way in. I have never had something this big inside me before. “Trevon,” I said, “You’re in all the way, you can’t go further.” He stopped pushing and held steady. We started to kiss and asked me how I was feeling. I told him it hurt a lot, but the pain was turning to pleasure.

He said “That’s good. I’m going to start pumping now – nice and slow – but I’ll pick up the pace.” I said, “OK, but please be gentle.” His pumps were short and slow, but soon the pleasure took over and his strokes were longer and more forceful. I felt as if I never had sex before and this was the first time. My breathing became heavier and more labored, my moans were growing more frequent and louder. Trevon was starting to enjoy the sex we were having. "Trevon.....” I said, “I'm gonna cum again..... I want you to cum with me……. Please……… cum with me….." The orgasm hit me again – this time more intense with his big cock inside me. Trevon let out a groan and I felt his ejaculate explode inside me.

He laid on top of me- holding and kissing me – his cock still inside. When it went limp, he pulled out and his cum started to pour out. He moved to my side and we held each other, cuddled, kissed, and laid together in silence for a while. We must have dozed for a few minutes. He kissed me, got up from the bed and started to put his clothes on. I knew he was going to rejoin the boys. That’s when I became overwhelmed with shame. The boys knew Trevon was up here, having sex with me. How could I face those boys in the morning when I prepare their breakfast?

With Trevon fully clothed, he sat again on the edge of the bed. He leaned down, hugged, kissed, and caressed me. “Two things you must do before we’re back in bed tomorrow,” he said. “You need to shave off all your body hair. I want you nice and smooth for me. The second is I want you to wear a short and loose sun dress, with no bra or panty underneath. I want full access to your body so I can give you pleasure at any time.”

“Trevon,” I replied, “I won’t be doing this because this is the first and last time for us. What we did tonight was totally wrong. My good Christian values have been tarnished. I’m going to find the strength to tell you that this can’t go on.” He leaned down and kissed me one last time. I put my arms around him, savoring our last moments, never - ever to be repeated again.

He got up, opened the door, and stepped out, closing it behind him. I lay there, sated from the most rewarding, gratifying, and fulfilling sexual experience of my life, mixed with the guilt, shame, and embarrassment of having sex with someone in a way that was unbecoming to my Christian faith. I was nervous and scared. What would happen if I was outed as another football mom who has sex with another player.

If that wasn’t the worst, I just realized that I’m not on birth control. I needed to go out after they leave to take a morning after pill.