Thirteen months ago, my life changed completely.
I had spent the first 45 years of my life as a bachelor, with no desire to get married or have children. For 45 years, I had the pick of an endless list of woman who could satisfy my sexual appetite. Over the years, my desires changed; as a younger man, I liked women who were a little older, a woman who knew what she wanted was a big turn on. Then it changed to most women as long as they had a pair of big bouncy breasts that I could squeeze, saw raw or fuck my cock in, I was happy. I also had a bit of a fat ass phase too. These days it was a little different.
When my taste changed, I found one particular set of jugs, who had the ass to match, and a mouth that would look amazing wrapped around my cock. Usually, I didn't have to wait to get what I desired; I took what I wanted when I wanted it. But there was one problem, a certain someone who was in between me and my busty beauty.
I had seen her for the first time driving past a soccer field where a group of kids were playing, standing on the sideline was this busty beauty. She was jumping up and down, cheering for one of the teams. Her bouncing breasts sent me into a frenzy. I turned my car around, park on the opposite side of the street and watched her. I was acting like some creeper.
At some point during my daze, I climbed from my car and stood in the crowd. I leant against a light pole and watched her in front of me. She continued to cheer, jumping up and down. Her ass did the same jiggle as her breasts.
I was thoroughly annoyed when my gaze was interrupted by an older woman. She looked similar to the busty beauty but older.
The woman asked me, "I've never seen you here before, who are you cheering for?"
A comfortable lie slid out. "I'm a scout for a special team. Here to see if anyone is worth keeping an eye on."
The woman's eye brightened. "My nephew is playing; he is particularly good." She pointed out to the field. "He is number 4."
I turned and saw number 4, kicking towards the goal. The boy sent the ball flying into the net, and my busty beauty screamed out, "Go, Ben!"
"It seemed your nephew has a fan," I said.
She smiled. "That's my daughter, Emily. Her cheerleading always seems to kick in at any sporting event."
"Does she cheer for her school's team?" I asked.
She nodded. "Jacksonville Tigers."
I frowned. "Which university are they at?"
The woman laughed. "Oh, no. Emily is still in high school; she's a senior."
Senior, which meant she could be 18. I was tempted to ask her exact age, but that may be a little too forward. I couldn't even take a step forward to introduce myself to the busty beauty that was Emily, but her mum stayed right beside me.
"I'm June by the way," said Emily's mum, her hand reached out towards me. "June Warren."
I grasped her hand and shook it. "James Masters, a pleasure to meet you."
The whistle blew, ending the game and the players of the winning team were jumping for joy. Emily joined it, shaking her arms which wiggled her breasts. God, she was a tease.
"Will we see you again, James?" June asked.
I smiled politely. "I guess we will have to see."
June returned the smile and took a few steps towards Emily. She paused and turned back to me, "The team heads down to Taco Bell after every game if you would like to join us, maybe you could speak to the coach about the boy's performance."
It seemed to me that If I wanted to meet Emily, then I would have to agree. I wouldn't be able to speak to the coach though, my lie about why I was there would fall apart. There was only one thing to do. "I would love to come, except I have something to confess."
"And what would that be?" asked June.
"I lied about why I was here."
June crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up. Hers was quite lovely too, almost as good as her daughters.
"The real reason I am here is actually because of you." I ducked my head, pushed my fingers through my hair; trying to appear embarrassed by my actions.
"Me?" June asked.
"Yeah. I go for jogs around here, and I have seen you here watching the games." I gave her a crooked smile. "I finally found some sort of courage to approach you but had no idea what to say."
June smiled, and she bit her lip, her cheeks flushed.
"When you came over to me and spoke to me, I panicked and came up with some stupid lie. I don't know why I didn't tell you the truth." I closed the distance between us. "I was hoping to take you out sometime."
June nodded. "I think I would like that."
Hook, line and sinker; she was mine.
"Mum! You coming or what?"
June and I both turned to see Emily standing over by a car. June waved her off and said, "So, how do you feel about a first date at Taco Bell with my daughter and a whole soccer team as company?"
It honestly sounded like the worst idea I could think of. I kept my smile up and said, "It sounds like the perfect first date."
That was how it started. I dated June for two months and barely had an opportunity to see Emily; when I did see her though I got more and more excited. My best memory was seeing her in her Cheerleading uniform for the first time. June invited me to go with her to a game; I was taking any chance to see Emily. That night as I fucked June into oblivion, I came thinking of Emily jumping around in that tight uniform.
Spending any time around Emily was made impossible by June. She would always pop up and interrupt or make sure that she was in-between us at all times. I was ready to strangle her. It made me realise though that the only way for me to be alone with Emily was for her to live in the same house as me; the one problem with that plan is that June had mentioned our living arrangements previously and had stated that she wouldn't move in with anyone unless they got married.
It left me with no choice. Nine months after I started dating June, we got married. It was a private ceremony at a courthouse with Emily as our witness. There was no honeymoon, and June and Emily spent three weeks moving in.
I thought that once they settled, I would have plenty of chance to get my luck, but I was wrong again. Emily's life was busy. Between her school work, cheerleading, track team, and her part-time job at some coffee shop, she was hardly home. I felt like I had seen more of her when I was only dating June.
There was a point when I almost gave up. I was going to throw in the towel, divorce June because the woman was driving me crazy, and find another tight pussy to fuck. Then it just seemed to happen.
Emily was home more often, studying for her upcoming exams, and she had also broken up with her boyfriend, so he was keeping her occupied. And her attitude towards me seemed to flip on its head too. She changed from sweet smiles, and polite conversation; to hugging me, calling me dad as a joke, sitting on my lap. Her 180 change surprised me but encouraged me to continue my chase.
And then it finally got what I needed. It was two weeks before Emily's graduation. Her mum threw a party to celebrate the end of the year and invited not only Emily's friends but their parents too. Our house was full of people, most of who I had gotten to know at football games, having fun. The party continued well into the evening.
It was around 10 when I finally kicked the last few teenagers out leaving just June, Emily and I. After locking the front door, I walked into the main living area to see June and Emily lying on the couch. They were giggling.
"Did you have a good day, baby?" June asked.
Emily nodded. "The best."
"I'm sure the maid will enjoy the cleanup tomorrow," I said.
Both ladies turned to look at me.
