Led Into the Wild

Chapter 1 of 16: Hanna, a white, young widow, has a stepson named Ryan, a handsome, yet wild, reckless, unrestrained, and sexually charged senior, on a nationally ranked, top ten college football team. Hanna becomes shocked to learn of Ryan and several other player’s wild escapades and sexual encounters with younger, older, and married women – even football moms. Ryan then tells Hanna that their black star quarterback named Trevon is attracted to her.

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Looking back on my life since Chuck’s been gone, its been filled with sadness, emptiness, and loneliness. As a young widow, I never really had the interest, motivation, or more important – courage, to look for, or even think about sharing my life and love with someone else. That was until I was led into the wild.

My name is Hanna and I lost my husband Chuck to cancer two years ago. He was the head coach of a nationally ranked, top college football team. I was an events coordinator at the college when we met. We married eight years ago, five years after his first wife Margaret was tragically killed in an auto accident. Their son Ryan is now a college senior and plays football at the college where Chuck coached.

Being married to Chuck was very different and interesting. We had the commonality of both coming from ultra-conservative Christian families. We attended and were active with the church we attended. Chuck was 15 years older than me, and I’m 12 years older than Ryan. It was a strange family dynamic. I was married to Chuck, but had a special bond with Ryan, much like that of an older sister. This closeness would lead to him telling me things he would never tell his father – things I was surprised to learn – things I wish he hadn’t told me - especially when it came to girls.

Ryan is very much like his father: tall – 6’5”, big - at 235 pounds, solid muscle, and fast. As a wide-receiver, he had the physique and ability to block, tackle, knock down, run, catch, and score touchdowns. He was nationally ranked in the collegian top twenty. With his handsome looks, confidence, and friendly manner, I loved him dearly and treated him as my own son. But………. there were times when his arrogant ego, highly testosterone-fueled aggression, and his lewd comments about women as objects for sexual satisfaction disturbed me. He dated a lot of girls, never for long. He would bring some of them home - the nice ones I believe - for me to meet. Soon thereafter he would take them into his room to have sex. The sex was always loud and with high energy. From the kitchen downstairs, where I spent much of my time cooking and preparing meals, I could hear the yells, moans, screams, and the headboard of the bed slapping against the wall.

I raised the subject one day when Ryan was home, while finishing breakfast together. “Ryan honey,” I said, “why aren’t you dating anybody steady? You bring girls home for me to meet, but the relationship with them seems physical, and doesn’t last long.” “Mom,” he replied, “I meet a lot of girls, and I have sex with them. That’s why they’re there. They want to have sex with a top athletes. A lot of them already have boyfriends. Some of them know their girlfriends are having sex with me. Going steady would change that.”

I found this most shocking. “Do all the guys on the team do this as well,” I asked. “Yes, most of them,” he said. “For us, it’s another sport. We talk about this a lot - tell stories with details, and we keep score. We compete to see who can have sex with the most women, the hottest women, the hard to get, or best yet – married women.”

“WHAT?!,” I said. “You’ve having sex with married women?” “Yes Mom,” he said. “I am. The ones we like the most are the football moms. “Sex with football moms?! Ryan, you must know that’s wrong. You can’t be doing that,” I said. “Mom,” he continued, “It’s not like we force ourselves upon them. These women and football moms invite us into their home and seduce us into sex. We’re full of energy and sexual aggression. We need to get off Mom. They want it just as bad as we do.”

“Do I know any of these football moms?,” I said. “Yes, you do,” he replied. “I’m not going to tell you their names because we have a pact to keep it a secret. But some of these moms you know and one in particular – will shock you.” Trevon is our quarterback and team captain. He the big alpha male on the team we look up to. He’s black and only has sex with white women. He’s the one that has the most sex – most of them are football moms. He tells us everything – gives us all the details.”

“Ryan,” I said. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This is totally wrong and immoral. Your father raised you to be a kind, caring, decent - someone many people aspire to be. He would be greatly disappointed if he were alive and learned this about you.” “I know Mom,” he said. “If I didn’t get the attention like I do from so many girls and women, my life would be different. I know this is not going to last forever. I’m just going to enjoy it for as long as it lasts. I’ll keep going until I find the right woman to come along and change my life forever.” “Well,” I said. “I hope that happens soon.”

“By the way Mom,” Ryan said. “Trevon has seen pictures of you on Facebook. He thinks you’re hot and wants to meet you.” “Oh no Ryan,” snapping back with a stern tone. “I don’t want to meet Trevon and certainly do not want to be part in theses……….. theses……….. activities you boys engage in.”

Later that evening, as I was getting ready for bed, I went on to my computer and looked up Trevon on the university’s football website. After viewing his profile and photo, I understood why he’s having sex with so many women. He’s incredibly handsome, with stunning good looks. I started perusing through social media looking for more pictures of him. I found another at football practice with his shirt off. I was taken by his lean and muscular form. With shiny, mahogany-colored skin, he was a true, black adonis. This guy really had the hots for me? I found another picture, of him on a beach just wearing micro briefs. Was it a bathing suit, underwear? I don’t know. There was a considerable bulge in his crotch area. Was that his penis in a flaccid state, or did he have an erection? Maybe it’s just padding to make it look impressive. It was of considerable size – enough for me to look several times, enlarge the picture, and wonder what it may be. The photo stirred me from the inside, and it started a sexual surge, getting my pheromones going.

If Chuck were still with me, I would not engage in such an activity. I’ve been widowed for two years, haven’t dated, and sex has been only with myself since. While I do find men attractive, that’s not the case with black men. Trevon just changed that. Still looking at the photo, I reached down to touch myself and started to get wet. I picked up the laptop, went to my room, locked the door, got naked, and took my dildo vibrator out of my hidden spot in my closet. I went onto social media and searched for his name that led me to several sites where material was posted. I found a video of him during practice, wearing just shorts and cleats, performing passing and hand-off drills. His handsome face, this dark skin and sculptured body. I keep watching as I masturbated, rubbing the vibrator against my myself. Reaching for the sex lube in my draw, I greased, then inserted the dildo into my vagina while I rubbed my clitoris with my fingers. My thoughts go to my conversation with Ryan: having sex with the football moms, Trevon telling him I’m hot and he wants to meet me. My sexual arousal is peaking and I’m close to cumming. I said to myself ‘I want him……. I want Trevon……. I want him to take me…. Control me……… Have his way with me….. Make me subservient to his carnal desire…. Have sex with me ………… I want him to make love to me…….. I want him to make me cum…. over and over again…….’ My orgasm came quick and was intense; unlike any I had experienced since I can remember. I lay there, motionless, breathless, totally sated, with my legs spread wide, the vibrator between my legs, looking at videos of Trevon on my laptop. I got up, knowing that Ryan may still be home, got dressed, put my things away, and finished up chores before bedtime.