It’s 5pm, and I’m in the bleachers, watching a soccer game, my eight-year-old brother Ricky is wearing the #35 on his blue soccer jersey. It’s about eight degrees and partly cloudy. I made sure to put some sunscreen on my neck, both front and back, my ears, face, legs, hands and arms. I can not stand sunburns. They hurt like hell. I’m looking at the people in the bleachers rooting their kids to score a goal. They sounded energetic. Most of the attendees in the bleachers are women. I did see some guys. My guess is that they have jobs that don’t involve working overnight.

That’s a good thing. I don’t see a lot of guys at the games. Either they’re busy with their jobs, out of state, or screwing around with other people. I watch Ricky make a few kicks without knocking someone to the ground. “You can do it Rick!!” I shouted.

I check out this redhead sitting in the far end of the bleachers. Her hair is untied and hanging on her shoulders. Her light dress matches the color of the sky. I notice the bracelet around her ankle along with her sandals. It looks valuable and colorful. I watch her stand up, clapping, rooting for her kid to score a goal.

I turn my face away from her, focusing on Rick. He and another teammate with the #5 pass the ball to each other. Turns out that the redhead is rooting for #5 working with Ricky. I’m guessing it’s either her son, brother or nephew. It didn’t matter anyways. Ricky and #5 head towards the goal, planning to make the kick. Ricky passes the ball to #5, and he makes the kick… and he scored!! Both the redhead and I jumped, clapped and screamed at the boys with joy.

I hear one of the referees make a whistle blow, announcing that the game is over. Ricky’s team scored three to two. He runs towards me, giving a big hug. “Congrats Ricky!” I speak. “You did good, that was teamwork.” Ricky breathes and responds, “Thanks bro. It was good.” Ricky runs towards #5, giving each other a high five. “Your son is a great player; you should be proud.” I turn towards the redhead vixen. “Thanks.” I respond. “But he’s not my son, he’s my little brother.”

She puts her hand on her mouth. “I’m so sorry.” She speaks. “I didn’t mean that.” She smiles at me, and I sigh. “Don’t worry, I get that a few times. Is #5 your son?” She winks at me. “Yes, he is and my pride and joy. Carl is a good kicker.” Ricky runs towards me with his duffel bag. “He sure is.” I speak.

Carl runs towards his mom with his duffel bag. “Hope to see you on the next game.” I speak. She takes a few steps towards me. “Why don’t we meet at your place sometime next week?” “That sounds good miss.” I respond. “Saturday sounds pretty good.” She smiled. “Call me Janet and Saturday’s good.” “I’m Dan, see you then.” We both leave the field, entering our own cars and drove home.

Seven days go by, Ricky and I head downstairs to the living room. It’s 2pm and it’s a sunny day. We’re both wearing jean shorts and light shirts. We watch TV for about 30 minutes till a doorbell rang. I stand up, telling Ricky not to move. I look through the window, seeing Janet and Carl. I open the door, and I smile. “Hey there, come on in.”

Janet and Carl step inside as I close the door. Ricky runs to Carl, giving high fives. They both run upstairs, into Ricky’s room, closing the door. We both head to the kitchen, grabbing a couple bottles of beer. I crack the tops open, handing Janet one bottle. Her tanned skin was fresh and smooth. She’s wearing a dark skirt with a light tank top.

We both talk about ourselves, and I mention that I’m house sitting for my parents as they’re away on vacation. I’m currently in school and I took some time off to watch my brother. Janet is a single mom and busy with her career as a real estate agent. “So, is there something we can do as the kids are upstairs?” She asks. “We could go downstairs and check for something fun to do Janet” I respond. Janet smiles and tosses the bottle in the rash. “Sure, let’s go.” I finish my beer, tossing the bottle in the trash. We head downstairs into the basement, turning on the lights.

I guide Janet down the hallway, entering the living room. It has a couch, TV, pool table, bathroom and a small poker table. I lean on the pool table watching Janet as she browses around. “Dan this is a nice basement.” Janet says. “I don’t come down here much.” I speak. “But it is a fun room.” Janet walks past me, looking at the pool table. “So, what have you been doing since we first met Dan?” Janet asks. I turn to her, looking confused. “Um, hanging with Ricky, watching him practice his kicks and passes for the next game.” Janet leans forward, exposing her rack. “I’m not talking about you and Ricky; I’m asking about you. What have you been doing?”

I lean forward, still confused. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at. I’ve been hanging around the house.” “Come on Dan.” Janet responds. “I know you were looking at me during the soccer game.” Janet walks towards me, leaning on a chair. “I was checking you out as well. I love young men. I haven’t had any action for two years. But I’m glad that I met you.” She starts taking my hand, placing it under skirt, feeling her wet bare pussy, realizing she’s not wearing any undies.

“That was from you Dan and the kids won’t be coming downstairs for a while.” Janet pulls me down to my knees, pushing my head towards her wet pussy. I give it a taste and I can hear her make a soft moan, making sure the kids don’t hear. “Oh Dan, you must know what you’re doing. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” I put my hands on her thighs, making sure I don’t lose my balance. “This taste good Janet, I’ve wanted you since I met you.” I speak.

Janet slides down her skirt and removes her tank top, revealing her DD sized breasts. I stand up, removing my shirt and pants, revealing my hard, wet tool. Janet gasps. “Mmmmmmmm, that looks big and good.” I lean on the pool table as she kneels, putting my cock in her mouth. She strokes and sucks in good rhythm. I watch her as she’s looking at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. Janet strokes gently, making sure I don’t explode too early. She tries to put the cock all the way down to her throat, making choking sounds. I let out some soft moans as she strokes and suck. Janet pulls back, standing up. I lay down on the pool table as she gets on top. “Don’t worry, Dan, I’m fixed.” Says Janet, winking.

She slides my cock inside her wet pussy, moving up and down. I hold her hips as she’s moving. “Dan, I’m going to come, mmmmmmmmmmmm.” She speaks. I begin to feel the warm juices leaking. I look at her eyes as she’s moaning. “You’re such a soccer MILF Janet.” I speak. She smiles. “I’m your soccer MILF Dan.” I feel enormous beads of sweat rolling down from her body as if lube has been created. I begin moving my pelvis up and down, making good strokes. We both make soft moans, trying to keep things quiet. We stop, getting off the pool table. Janet leans forward, putting her hands on the table. “Give it to me, doggy style Dan.” She asks. I stand behind her, sliding my cock inside her wet pussy. I wipe the sweat from my forehead, and I begin pounding her. “I’m coming again Dan.” says Janet, and I feel more juice spraying a little. Damn, she can squirt.

I pull her hair as I’m pounding her. “We should do this more often after the games Janet.” I speak. “Oh yes Dan, you can show me some “moves” that Ricky does during practice.” Says Janet. I begin grabbing her breasts as I’m moving back and forward. She lets out a soft moan. “That’s feels good Dan. I love it when my breasts are grabbed.” I pull out, laying Janet down. I place my cock in between her breasts. She closes the breasts, making sure I move my cock back and forth.

I move back and forth, using sweat as lube. “Come for me Dan, come on my breasts.” She demands. I keep moving, feeling the sensation like I’m about to explode. “I’m going to come Janet.” I speak. “Do it. Come for me.” Says Janet. Then, splat, enormous beads of semen lands on her nipples and neck. I let out some heavy breathing and I lay next to her. Janet puts her right index finger on her nipple, sweeping some jizz and tasting. “Mmmmmmm, pineapple flavored Dan.”

She speaks. “Keep it up, makes it sweet.” I stand her up, grabbing some napkins from the poker table, wiping off the semen. “I love pineapples Janet, they’re good for my health.” I reply.

We both put our clothes back on, making sure we have no signs of sweat. Janet checks to see her make up is still intact. We both head upstairs and Janet calls for her son to come down. Carl comes running down the stairs towards her. “So, Dan, I’ll see you at the next game.” Says Janet. “Yes, you will Janet.” I speak. I open the door and they head towards Janet’s car. I close the door and head up to Ricky’s room. “Had fun little brother?” I ask. Ricky turns to me. “It was great. What did you and Carl’s mom do?” “We played some pool and talked.” I respond. “I have to say, she’s a good pool player.” “That’s good Dan, I’m sure you’ll hit it off with her.” Says Ricky. “I’m sure I will Ricky.” I leave the room, heading downstairs. I mutter softly, “I’m sure I will alright.”