Melissa, known to her friends as Mel, had just turned 43 although she looked younger, and her body, with her shapely 36C breasts, still turned heads. Her oldest son would soon leave for college, and since turning 40, she had been taking stock of her life experiences and thinking about the next phase. Her thoughts often centered on erotic experiences, interests, and fantasies, which made sense. Mel had always been sexually curious and uninhibited, and she would even admit to having been somewhat promiscuous into her early 20s. With a few exceptions, though, she had largely suppressed that part of her personality while raising her two sons and establishing a professional reputation.
Over the years, Mel's husband had always encouraged her sexual exploration, and he was behind their most indulgent experiences. As an example, Mel had a definite exhibitionist streak, and her husband encouraged her vice by buying her provocative clothes, playing the "clueless husband" as Mel exposed herself to strangers, and arranging vacations where they visited topless and nude beaches. And, about twelve years earlier, her husband shared a fantasy of Mel having sex with another man and assured her she had a "hall pass" if she wanted one. At the time, though, building a career while mothering two young, rambunctious boys, Mel did not feel especially sexy. So, the idea was relegated to an occasional role play, but her husband's assurances that she was still sexy and that any normal guy would kill to sleep with her (or to "fuck you" as he usually put it) were good for her sexual confidence. More recently, she sometimes felt regret for not having taken her husband up on his offer to play around way back when.
Mel wasn't dissatisfied with her life, and she did not feel she was having a "mid-life crisis;" her journey was more about reflecting on who she was at a deeper, more intimate level, with some "road not taken" scenarios sprinkled in. When Mel was about to turn 42, something sent her thinking into overdrive and had a similar impact on her libido. She couldn't shake the sense of "now or never" that permeated her erotic thoughts. Her fantasies become more frequent and more risqué, and she struggled to reconcile some of her sexual thoughts with the reality of being a suburban "soccer mom" (actually more football and baseball) with a successful career and a long-term marriage.
Mel was captivated by the thought that having a wonderful family, good friends, and doing meaningful work was not inconsistent with honoring the sexual curiosity, excitement, and lack of inhibition she felt as a young woman. As part of her internal debate, Mel admitted she had always enjoyed sexual attention, and now in her 40s she was increasingly aware of being "checked out" by friends, co-workers, strangers, and even by her sons' friends, who were not very discreet when they took peeks at "Mrs. C" as they all called her. It was just such an episode that transformed Mel's journey from fantasy to reality.
The school year had just ended, and Mel agreed that her oldest son, Josh, could invite a group of his guy friends and teammates over for a cookout and pool party. As always, Mel was the "cool parent," preparing great snacks and food, and putting up with the boys' loud music and high school shenanigans. It was a sunny and warm Friday afternoon, and the recent graduates first feasted on homemade nachos, chicken wings, and guacamole that Mel served in a bikini. Over the years, she had learned how to discreetly show off her body, and she enjoyed teasing the boys and seeing them sneak peeks at her breasts as she "innocently" leaned over to refill the snacks or clean up around the pool area. Mel told herself the attention was her payment for the time she spent preparing and serving the food and drinks.
As the boys roughhoused in the pool, Mel laid on a chaise lounge to get some sun. She did give them a little show as she applied the sunscreen, but she kept things under control for her son's sake. She didn't even undo her top when she turned over to get sun on her back, but she did have a fun thought about asking for help putting sunscreen on her back, but again she knew that be awkward for Josh. As she laid there, though, she imagined two or three of the boys--most of whom had grown into attractive young men--lathering up her back, legs, and ass cheeks.
Later, from inside the house, where she was preparing the burgers, hot dogs, and ears of corn for the second course (and sipping on a glass of French rose), Mel watched the eight young jocks in the pool playing some made-up game that looked like a strange combination of water polo, basketball, and wrestling. As far as she could tell, there were two teams, a ball, two goals, a lot of grabbing and dunking, and even more smack talk. Mel was always amazed by how easily boys found ways to entertain themselves with some type of competition.
One of the boys, Aaron, got a call, and Mel watched him climb out of the pool to check his phone. As Mel finished her glass of wine, she found herself admiring Aaron's very toned and muscular body, especially his six-pack abs. She blushed a little, knowing she was looking lasciviously at an 18-year old young man she had known since he was in elementary school. She chalked it up to her new, less inhibited way of thinking... and the wine. Unfortunately, Aaron unexpectedly had to leave to go into work.
When Mel went outside with some paper plates and plastic utensils, several of the boys said they needed her to get in the pool and join the game because the teams were now uneven. She politely declined, saying she had no idea how to play, but they said they would explain it to her and continued to encouraged her to join the game. Even her protestation that the food would be delayed wasn't enough to dissuade the boys from almost insisting she join in so the game could continue. Mel looked at her son who just smiled and shrugged, so she agreed "but just for a little bit because you guys have a lot of food to eat." She could feel several sets of eyes on her as she walked down the three steps into the pool. Before joining the group, she turned away from them and undid, then tightened, the bikini strap behind her neck.
Mel mostly understood the rules and objectives, and the game got back underway. Players were spread around the pool and paired up, one for each team, defending against each other. Taking Aaron's place, Mel was paired up against Matt, a strapping 18-year old who moved into the area just three years before and instantly became a sports star and member of her son's group of friends. He was about 6'2'' tall, weighed about 200 pounds, and in the fall would be attending college on a football scholarship. He was also a good looking guy who Mel understood just broke up with his cute girlfriend.
As the game went on, and Mel's team had control of the ball, Matt defended by grabbing Mel to keep her from getting the ball. And when Mel was on defense, her competitive nature caused her to try to limit Matt's movement, despite his physical advantage. The nature of the game led to lots of grabbing and touching, and Mel became aware of how often Matt's hands "accidentally" ran across her stomach, over her ass, and occasionally even brushed against a breast. At one point, in the guise of playing defense, Matt cupped her ass cheek and held it longer than necessary. When Mel turned toward him, he immediately removed his hand and she saw a little fear in his eyes. But Mel just smiled at Matt and said out loud "no crying when you lose boys." The other guys hooted and hollered, and when one said that "Matt has his hands full" she made eye contact with Matt and smiled.
After that exchange, Matt got more handsy, feeling Mel's rear and copping a few underwater feels of her breasts. Mel's inner soccer mom was struggling with her newfound sexual liberation, and she worried whether Matt was the kind of kid who would "brag" about something like this. She didn't think so, but the concern nagged at her. At one point, Matt had the ball and his teammates were urging him to try to score a goal. In a very athletic move, Mel jumped on Matt's back and knocked the ball out of his hand. Unbeknownst to the other guys, Mel was able to knock the ball loose only because, in addition to her breasts pressing against Matt's back, her left hand had reached around and grabbed Matt's crotch. Matt immediately let go of the ball when Mel squeezed his semi-hard cock.
The others erupted in cheers as the ball floated away and one of Mel's teammates retrieved it and scored for her team. The guys began teasing Matt about getting "schooled by a girl" and "owned by Mrs. C." Matt took the ribbing and shrugged, finally saying, "Dude, Mrs. C is a stud," cracking up the entire crowd with his inapt metaphor. Matt then whispered to Mel: "And she doesn't play fair."
"Oh, did I do something against the rules?" Mel teased.
The game went on for another ten minutes or so during which Matt's hands were almost constantly defending or trying to score. Mel's earlier heroic play gave him an excuse to be even more physical. At one point Mel guarded Matt by standing between him and his teammates. Instead of genuinely trying to separate from her to get the ball, Matt pressed his crotch against Mel's bottom and put his hands on her ribs just under her arms. Mel could feel that Matt had a hardon and she let him push against her. When one of Mel's teammates rushed the goal and scored, she twisted her body so that Matt's hand cupped her left breast for a few seconds. When the hoopla from the goal settled down, Mel announced a time out so that she could "feed all you growing boys."
The guys (other than Matt) agreed that they were hungry and the game would be paused so Mel could grill the burgers and dogs. She again felt lots of eyes on her as she climbed out of the pool with her wet bikini clinging to her and walked across the deck to get a towel. When she used a towel to take some water out of her hair, Mel positioned herself so that the boys had a side view as her raised arms also lifted her breasts. While she didn't look toward the pool, she was certain most of the boys other than her son were taking in the moment. Mel tingled as she imagined the boys getting hard in the pool. As she headed to the house she turned to the boys and said "I'll be right back with the food. Winners eat first though," she teased, again getting hoots from her teammates.
