Being a good Baseball Mom

08-May-24

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By Len Thomas

Mom will do anything for her son to get playing time in baseball… anything at all

As Michelle tried to summon her strength to get up, to go clean up, to go pick up her son from school, she was shamed by what happened, and humiliated by how her body reacted.

When her son tried out for the local summer travel baseball team, she knew he would need training.
What she didn’t know would happen, or was naive in her thinking, what could happen when she flirted with her son’s coach, to get him to help her son develop more skills, and to get him more playing time.
Divorced now for several years – Michelle was shocked to see the other baseball mom’s flirting, wearing revealing sundresses, basically fawning over the boy’s coach – a local college boy, majoring in Sports Education, and earning credits by coaching youth baseball.

Michelle also did not realize the young men enjoyed a very active summer – due to the flirty, horny moms trying to find a way to get their kid to be a starter on the team.
Her naivete would be short lived.

The first time she flirted, and left a few extra buttons undone on her sundress, the coach smiled, said her son had some talent, and that he would drop by her house to go over the equipment her son would need, and to discuss other things.

More nervous than she had been dating in high school, Michelle put on a little jumper, did her hair, and looking in the mirror said, “I look good for a woman in my 30’s”

When the coach got there, he gave her a list of equipment she would need to buy, and after a bit, he simply said, “how bad do you want your son to play ball this summer?”

Not understanding at this point, the young man got up, walked over to her, grabbed her hair and pulled her to the floor on her knees.

As she fought to get free, he simply laughed and said, “You decide. i have other moms who will do anything for their son to be a starter this summer”

Now, after losing the control she thought she had by flirting, Michelle was a stuttering mess.
“Let me help” he said.

Undoing his shorts, and pushing down them down – his cock sprang up in Michelle’s face. “I never wear underwear when i am coming to a divorced mom’s house to discuss her son’s baseball career”
Shamed at the situation she was in – but lost in her emotions, Michelle took the young coach’s cock with her hand, and moved her mouth towards it, taking it in her mouth slowly.

After a bit, trying to remember the last time she had done this – she was jolted out of her haze when he took both hands, and grabbing her head, and began fucking her mouth, not caring at all about her ability to breath.

“That’s better – you aren’t sucking a worthless husband’s cock now. Put some effort in to it, or the next time i will bring a belt and whip that nice ass until you decide you want to actually convince me to help your son”

Gagging, snot running down her nose, Michelle was shamed at the image of this young man whipping her with a belt to make her suck him better.

After about 20 minutes, she felt him grunt, and then holding her head tight so she was unable to pull back, he stiffened up and proceeded to fill her mouth with cum. It literally became a life saving process to swallow, or drown.

As he finally let her head go, and Michelle could lean back, he chuckled and said, “Your son has promise, just needs more training” – and she wondered if he truly meant her son, or her.
After telling her he would keep in touch for her son’s development, he left. Michelle didn’t know what came over her, but she put her hands up under her dress, pulled down her panties, and proceeded to masturbate to several hard climaxes, remembering what happened, the loss of control, and how it affected her..

That weekend at the game, her son started at 2nd base – he did pretty well, one error, a few good plays and did ok at the plate. Michelle could see some of the other mom’s talking, pointing at her son, and she smirked, knowing they were saying how their son should probably be playing instead of her son.
Michelle began to wonder if what the coach said was true, that other mom’s were lined up to “help their son” get more playing time.

About halfway through the season, she noticed her son was playing less per game, so Michelle waited until after the game, to pull the coach aside.

After alluding to playing time, he smirked and told her bluntly, “It didn’t seem like you were that interested, to help your son.. and as i said, other Mom’s seem to want to see their son succeed a bit more”

Blushing, ashamed, knowing what he meant, she blurted out, “I am willing to do anything to help my son”

A few days later, Michelle got a text from the coach, asking if she were available a few days later to discuss her son’s playing time and experience. Taking a deep breath, thinking it would be another rough blowjob, she texted back and told him she looked forward to seeing him.
Being nervous, Michelle jumped when she heard the doorbell.

Steeling herself, she took a glance in the mirror, and then went to the door. When she opened it, she was stunned, as not only was it her son’s coach, but the two assistant coaches as well. Not knowing what else to say, she pulled the door wide open and invited them in.

As they sat down, she got them drinks, and then unsure of what was happening, she sat down and said, “what did you want to discuss about my son’s baseball time?”

“How badly do you want your son to start? How important is to you that he get the best coaching and training?”

As this was the lead in last time to her being put to her knees, Michelle blushed and said, “very important” in a whisper.

“What was that Michelle?” he asked more forcefully?

“Very important” she answered, still with a trembling voice..

“Good” he said firmly. “Now, do i need to put you in the right position? or did you learn properly last time?”

Fully shamed, as the other two young men watched, the look in their eyes like lions about to pounce on a gazelle, as if having an out of body experience, Michelle slid to the floor.

As the two assistant coaches stood, the coach just sat there, but said, “Take off your blouse and bra for us Michelle – show us what we will enjoy today”

Numb, Michelle unbuttoned her blouse, and after tossing it aside, she took off her bra, now very subconscious, so exposed.

“Now, ask my coaches if you can thank them in some way, for helping your son Michelle”

Stuttering, nervous, blushing, and in another world, she heard her own voice ask the two young men if she could thank them.

“How should you thank them Michelle?” the coach demanded

“wi, with, my mouth?” she stammered

“Just tell them any way they desire Michelle.. More than your mouth will get used today, if you really care about your son”

“oh.. god.. ” she mutterred.

“Michelle?” he demanded

“Please let me thank you in any way you desire” she told them.

As the young men fully undressed, the coach sat back and watched, as Michelle worked with her hands and mouth, to please the young men, the pace the same as when he demanded pleasure from her.

As Michelle was lost in the fact that she was so exposed, used for these men’s pleasure, she struggled to keep up the intensity that they wanted. She was trying, but then froze when she heard the young coach say, “Michelle, what did i tell you could happen if you didn’t try hard enough to please?”

As the one assistant coach pulled his cock out of her mouth to let her answer, her face turned beet red, and she dropped her head, softly saying, “A belt…”

“What was that Michelle?”

“A belt” she stammered, a bit louder. afraid to make eye contact.

“Be more specific Michelle – what about a belt”

“Tha,,,that you would use it on me, to make me do better”

“Have you thought about that since then Michelle? Don’t lie…”

“yess” she hissed, nearly in tears..

“I think the best thing, like in sports, is to set a benchmark, and then see if in the future, you improve”
“So, here is the deal Michelle.. To let us help you, help your son.. for every minute it takes you to make all three of us cum, the first time, you will get that many strokes of the belt, before we continue on.. is that fair?”

Michelle was trembling, and couldn’t answer.

“Should we double that Michelle? he demanded

“no” she pleaded

“So tell me what should happen”

it made it all worse as she had drool down her chin, on her breasts, having to say, “However long it takes me to make all of you… cum.. i will get the belt”

“Good Girl Michelle” he said as she began to hungrily take the young assistants cock back in her mouth..

The coach soon leaned in an added, “if you spill any cum tho Michelle, you are adding 10 extra strokes for each time you don’t swallow everything”

Lost in oblivion, the first young man lasted forever it seems, and when he came, it was like a firehouse, shamed and knowing what it meant, as cum dripped down her chin.

The second assistant coach didn’t last as long, and she managed to swallow everything. She looked over, and the coach was just sitting in a chair, not pants or underwear, but made a motion that required Michelle to crawl over to get his cock, adding more precious time to her punishment. It also shamed her, as she crawled over, how lewd she must have looked with her breasts swaying and she hurried over.

As she took his cock in her mouth, she realized he must have enjoyed the show that her breasts made, as he leaned down, and with his hands, began working her nipples firmly between her fingers. Softly at first, then rougher, even pulling and twisting, driving her further down his thick cock.
Finally, feeling him stiffen up, he came hard, and while she almost swallowed it all, she gagged at the wrong moment and spit some of his cum out.

As she leaned back, shamed, mouth tired, and humiliated at how wet she was, she heard the coach say, “Well, not bad. right at 39 and a half minutes. Lets round up to 40, and then we add 20, for 10 each of the times you made a mess, and we have a nice round number of 60”

Spying the ottoman, he pointed to it, and told Michelle, “Lay over that.. Are we going to have to tie you to it? Or will you show us how a good girl takes her whipping?”

Michelle hated the fact that she got butterflies from hearing a young man, over 10 years younger than her, calling her good girl. Being honest with him she said, “I will do my best”

“That is all we ask of our kids isn’t it guys, just try your best. Now Michelle, 40 minutes wasn’t bad, and I think we will see you improve over time, as well as not having penalty strokes, but for now, let’s get the 60 out of the way – so we can have more fun, shall we?”

As the belt struck, Michelle yelped. As it methodically stung her tender backside, she went in to a haze. Losing count, but hearing the young man update her at times, she found herself feeling every new stroke, yet it was lighting a fire inside of her. As the belt whipped her into a new type of frenzy, Michelle glanced over to the couch where the two assistant coaches sat, and saw that their cocks were rock hard again – hard from seeing a mature woman whipped like a naughty girl.

Her mind was reeling – she wasn’t a naughty girl, but a mature woman, a mom, who had just sucked the cocks of three younger men, and now was over her own ottoman as her ass was being whipped red. Soon tears of pain flowed, only to be matched by how wet she was between her legs.

Hearing the young man whipping her say, “and 5 more for good luck” she took the last strokes of the belt, and collapsed, her head hanging over the ottoman. She felt like a rag doll.

Feeling his hand between her legs, he announced to his coaches, “You wont believe how wet she is” As he put 3 fingers inside, and began to work them in and out, he told her, “I bet you cum for me in under 5 minutes”

Humiliated – she beat his estimate by over a minute, bucking like a slut over the ottoman, once again, collapsing over the ottoman like a dead fish.

“Now now – we are not even done yet. Just like we tell the kids, it is all about stamina! See, the boys and I are all ready for more – and I bet you want more than just that one little cum – so, get over to the couch Missy, – time to really get a work out”

As Michelle numbly crawled over to the couch – she climbed up on to it, and one of the young men pushed her down, and then, pushing her skirt up over her hips, he picked her up a bit at her waist and raised her up so her ass was at a better angle, and without any preliminaries, he took her in one firm stroke. As they all heard her moan, he began slowly fucking her, harder and harder.

Then, as her mouth was open, trying to catch her breath from the rough fucking, the other young man plowed his cock in to her mouth and began fucking it as rough as his friend was fucking her pussy.
While Michelle struggled to keep up with their sexual endurance and energy, she was even more ashamed of the fact that another climax was building inside of her.

Losing track of time, the number of times she had cum, or how many times the young men switched position, it was just one constant fucking of her body. She lay limp as a noodle.

“Michelle” the coach called – “one more thing – come over to the ottoman young lady – time for one more thing.

Crawling over with her last bit of strength, she saw the young coach was still hard, and as she lay over the ottoman, she relaxed a bit, feeling him take her soaking wet, cum filled pussy again.
The relief was momentary, as he simply leaned over and said, “I just want to get my cock lubed up for the big finale”

Michelle froze, feeling him take his cock out of her pussy, and then hearing him say, “Hold your ass cheeks apart for me Michelle”

She must have hesitated, knowing what he wanted to do, and knowing she had never had a man take her there before.

He thoughts of fear were broken when she heard him growl, “Hold your ass open or i can use the belt until you do”

Michelle snaked her hands back, and holding her red marked cheeks open wide, she felt the head of his cock as the entrance of her ass.

“We call this going for the cycle, baseball mom!” he chuckled, and worked his cock into her slowly, but firmly, until he was all the way in.

As the three men dressed, Michelle just lay there, on the floor, taking in all the thoughts and sensations of the last few hours.

“Your son is going to be getting a lot of playing time this weekend Michelle, can you bring snacks for the boys for the double header?”

On their way out of the house, the coach stopped, turned and said, “by the way, we have a tournament in a few weeks, so keep the day before open, we will be back for a little Pre-Game warm up – and to see if you can improve upon your best time of 40 minutes!”