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Schoolyardmum
Sometimes it’s my turn to bring or get our five year old son from school.
I arrive always in time at the schoolyard and position myself there I such a way that I can check out all those young mothers that come to bring or collect their kids.
Most mothers aren’t that special to look at, but some are quit nice.
One of those nicer mothers is a special case.
From a distance she’s really looking good, but as a person I don’t like her a bit.
I’ll try to explain shortly why, before I continue to tell what happened.
That mother, I unfortunately don’t know her name, is the type of girl that must have been really gorgeous when she was younger. I estimate her now in her late twenties, maybe even begin thirties now, but she still dresses like an eighteen year old and uses slightly to much make-up and over-acts a bit as she speaks.
Because of that she looks a bit sluttish and her real beauty is therefore tarnishing.
But if you see her and her husband, a lot of things explain themselves.
They met young. He was the cool guy, a muscular type, driving a BMW and having friends and a lot of money to take her out and party all the time.
She was also the popular girl back then with a lot of girlfriends, all of them the cheerleader kind, young and beautiful and everybody looked up to them as a couple.
Now, years later, he has turned a bit to fat, still drives the same older BMW and has not so much friends and money anymore and not even a descent job to look after his family.
She didn’t finish her education because she became pregnant from the first one too early and now she’s at home and looks after their two kids.
He wants her still to look as she always did because he doesn’t want her to change, so she must try and stay eighteen forever.
Their glory days have long gone, but they cling on to them still…
In a way I feel sympathy for her but on the other hand they are also nothing more then a pitiful couple to me.
Another element that is of some importance to notice in this story is that she looks just like a young girl I’ve had a crush on a few years ago. Because of that girl I almost lost my relationship a few years ago and my son. Because of that girl I had to quit my job to protect myself and save my life as I knew it.
That girl was really gorgeous. She was young and slim. She had long and curly golden blond hair, a very nice ass and nicely rounded small breasts.
That girl was the popular type too and in the end she also chose the popular guy…..
The young mother must have looked the same as she did in het younger years.
She has the same curly golden blond hair, but maybe a half shade darker. She has almost the same pretty face, the same brown eyes, the same eyebrows, the same look.
Her breasts are also small, but maybe somewhat larger, less rounded and more effected by gravity.
Her ass is also nice, but a bit bigger and somewhat flatter.
I think you now understand why my eyes are always drawn to her when she walks into the schoolyard..
Yes, I often look at her, not because I like her so much, but because of the memories she’s brings back about that other girl. Maybe I silently wish that one day that other girl will come along….
The young mother has seen me checking her out on some occasions and her eyes arrogantly put me down as she noticed. She thinks I’m interested in her, but I’m really not…
So I felt a bit unhappy about the whole situation. The memories about my affair that are brought to life make me feel uncomfortable. My own fault and problem you might say, but if it wasn’t for that young mother, I could have put it aside and move on.
Gossip about me having an eye on her would really make me uncomfortable. I have to bring my kid there and don’t want a situation.
So the origin for my dislike for her and the situation she put me in must be clear now and enough background to begin my story is now provided….
During the times that I’m at the schoolyard I hear that young mother always talking to a small group of other mothers. I’m even not that close to them, but her voice is strong and it’s in general easy to hear what they all are talking about.
In a short period I’ve learned that a lot of the assumptions I made and the profile I sketched about her are quit right.
She works as a back-up waitress some hours, but has no proper full time job. She’s alone when her kids are at school and complaints about her husbands’ lousy job and small pay.
She’s not all right with the fact that his own physical condition and looks have become bad, but he demands her to work out and look as young as she possibly can.
They’ve got no money for the gym and if there was, he would not trust her to go over there and risk her meeting other guys. So he got her some work-out stuff in their attic to work out there themselves.
Today, a Thursday, she had to go home and clean up and then work out.
I saw her leave in her tight blue jeans and her tight, cheap white polo-shirt with a noticeable cleavage.
I left the schoolyard also, and as I drove off I saw that I followed the same route as she did.
As she finally signaled to take a left turn where I normally go right, I found myself following her, to see where she was living.
That morning I stopped at the side of the road and saw her entering her house.
Their old BMW was in the driveway. The wheels were missing.
I made a quick telephone-call to my client and made up a lie that I could not make it and as I hung up I suddenly realized that I had taken the day off in front of a house I didn’t know.
Confused I sat in my car and in my mind I relived my affair again.
I was turned on by the thought of the beautiful body of the young girl that I had a crush on.
I still had my desires for her, but on the other hand destiny had now given me a surrogate.
The resemblance could not be a coincidence, could it?
The neighborhood I found myself in was abandoned. Everybody was at work, at school or wherever.
I parked a few streets ahead and got out of my car and walked up to the house and passed the rusty Beemer.
As I came close to the front door I heard a vacuum cleaner doing his work loudly.
The front door was open and I could see the ‘crush look-alike’ in the living room, bending over forward and clearing her carpet.
In the bend over position her ass was quiet nice.
I had no place to hide incase she would turn around, so I sneaked in and went silently upstairs until I reached the attic. Over there I found the gymnastic equipment she told about. A cheap flat screen TV hang on the wall and next to the staircase was the washing machine and some laundry baskets.
I wanted to see what was inside the baskets, but suddenly the vacuum cleaner kept silent and I heard her come upstairs.
I then realized that I had made no plan whatsoever and panicked.
Luckily the noise started again in one of the bedrooms and I made up my plans l real quickly now.
I looked inside the laundry baskets and discovered that she had a really orderly system with one basket for each one of the family members.
I stripped down from my suit and hid it. Then I took a black, long sleeved shirt from ‘his’ bin that smelled like male sweat and I put it on. Then I took a pair of his black shorts.
After my disguise I took a pillowcase and some nylons, bra’s and G-strings from ‘her’ bin and waited for what was to come.
I was turned on more now and I knew that, if I had some luck, sex could be ahead.
Today I was going to punish ‘them’, those girls that thought that the whole world was at there sorry feet…
She came tiring up the stairs to the attic, holding the vacuum cleaner.
I positioned myself behind her and when she came closer I surprised her by pulling the pillowcase over her head and wrapping a pair of her nylons around her neck, holding it in place.
Overwhelmed she let the appliance she held fall down the stairs and could just hold on to the banister beside her.
I gave her a strong push from behind and disoriented she fell forwards on the stairs, holding her hand forward to break her fall. I grabbed them and could easily tie them with another pair of nylons.
She started to cry for help now. I pulled her arms and helped her from the stairs onto the attic.
And as soon as she found her balance again I gave her another push, backwards this time, and she stumbled over the bench press behind her and sat down on it.
Another pair of nylons I wrapped around her feet and the feet of the bench so she couldn’t move anymore.
I pressed her by the shoulders backwards and sat down on her chest to hold her down so I could move her hands over her head to tie them up to the other legs of the bench.
Now she was immobilized and lie there on her back.
The first phase of my plan had worked out fine and now I had to think what to do next, before my ‘other head’ would take over the thinking and just concentrate on lust and having sex.
Whatever happened, In no way she was allowed to recognize me or was allowed to escape.
I had to keep her still and blinded, but on the other hand I didn’t want to fuck a woman who was hid inside a pillowcase either, no I wanted to see her as I would use her.
I went downstairs and in one of the children’s rooms I found a mask, the mask from ‘scary movie’ and I put it on.
Disguised I returned and removed the pillowcase from her head.
Shocked and scared she stared at me and asked if I would tell what my intentions were.
Quietly I took both her breasts in my hands and kneaded them softly.
“Are you going to rape me?” She asked.
One of my hands slid down over her shirt end ended between her warm legs and pressed and rubbed her intimate parts.
She looked not so arrogant anymore know and just took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
I pushed her head on the bench and then tied a nylon around her neck and around the bench so she could only quietly lie down. She would choke herself if she wanted to raise her head to look up.
I removed the wide brown belt from her jeans and then freed her legs.
One after another I slowly opened the buttons of her jeans and I then folded the sides of her jeans aside so I could see her black undies; a pair of black G-strings.
My hand slid between her jeans and string and I could now feel the contours of her pussy.
She shivered as I explored her between her legs.
A pulled her jeans off of her. The jeans took her string a bit down with them until just above the crack of her cunt. A thin brown stripe of nicely shaven pubic hear became visible.
With my hand I played through her pubic hair and then I let it slide inside her panties
Now my fingers started to play with her naked pussy-lips.
She trembled. “Please don’t hurt me “ she pleaded almost as a little girl and pressed her knees defensively against each other.
Only a straight line of hair above her crack, the rest felt quit smoothly.
My finger sank a bit between her lips, but she wasn’t wet yet.
I drew her panties down until just above her knees, to be able to see the cunt that I felt.
Her cunt had a long slit. Her inner pussy-lips were bigger and stood out, but it looked fine and horny enough to me.
As I reached into her shirt to untie her bra her knees suddenly kicked me in the groin, just missing my balls.
Her knees hit my butt.
I took both her ankles and like changing a baby I pulled them upwards, exposing her naked behind. With her own leather belt I gave her a lashing over her buttocks and she cried out loud as she received her painful punishment.
Red marks on her behind were left behind.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she wept as I finished “Please don’t hurt me anymore!”
With my finger I made her the gesture to stay silent.
I had almost ran out of nylons, so with some G-strings I tied the long weight lifting rod between her ankles and made her spread her legs wide that way.
Heavy weights on both sides of the rod kept her feet down.
I then kneeled down between her legs and took the hot mask of.
She could not see me and right in front of me was her cunt now, a really nice cunt.
I studied it from up close for a while.
I played with her lips, put a finger inside and then i started to just eat her pussy.
I took my time to finger, lick and suck her and enjoyed her pussy in a way she also must have enjoyed it, although she was getting raped.
She moaned as I orally pleasured her and got wet real soon now.
My fingers pushed her lips open wide and I sucked her inner pussy-lips and clitoris into my mouth.
A tasty pussy she had.
Shortly after I started to lick her she obviously got an orgasm.
Her body trembled as she quietly came. No harm, just an orgasm.
I put the mask on again and again I reached inside her shirt. This time I could remove her bra without any trouble.
I kneaded her naked tits and pinched her nipples softly under her shirt.
The next step was obvious: to fuck her!
I had to get rid of that hot mask, so I made her a blindfold.
I then removed my shorts and boxers and gave my erection his freedom.
I kneeled down in front of her and without touching it, my dick-head dangled before her opening at just the right height.
I held on to her hips and then pushed forward. Slowly I saw my dick enter her warm and moist cunt.
She moaned deep all the way that I went inside her in one single long stroke but I got no resistance, no word.
I looked at her for a while when I was completely inside her and then started to pump my dick in and out between her legs.
She was a nice fuck, not tight, but nice.
She didn’t become that wet and that made up for the lack of tightness I guess and it made her feel really nice to be inside in.
I took my time with her and enjoyed the ride.
She just lay there being fucked, moaning once in a while.
Maybe her husband wasn’t such a joy in bed either and did it make not so much difference to her who was fucking her.
Maybe being raped now felt even better.
If that was the case, then we could have some more fun!
Also this fine bench press gave me a good idea.
I removed the weights from her feet and untied her hands and neck.
I helped her on her feet.
“What? What are you doing?” she asked
I rotated the bar between her legs and she had to follow and turn around until she was facing the bench.
The weights were then put back.
I removed the nylon from her wrists and let her bend over, so she came to lean on the supports of the bench, that normally held the dumbbell.
“No, no, please don’t” she pleaded.
The fact that I was holding her leather belt made her give up the idea of resisting me soon.
Fairly easy I could tie her wrists to the supports and there she was standing over the bench press, leaning on her hands.
I stood behind her and again my hand took hold of her tits.
This time I could feel how gravity made them weigh in my hands.
It felt nice and I massaged and kneaded them a while, while she could feel my erection dangle between her legs.
While one hand kept playing with her tits, the other started to finger her again.
Again she started to moan softly and when her moaning became stronger I knew she was having another orgasm.
I kept fingering her, although she cried to stop.
My fingers kept stimulating her pussy and she even got shaky knees.
She fell on her knees on the bench, begging to stop because she was so sensitive down there.
I took the belt from the floor and let it slightly touch her behind again.
She understood the hint and immediately got on her legs again.
The stimulating of her pussy continued.
My finger dug deep inside her and played with her clitoris on and off.
All of a sudden her knees shook and she moaned loudly and got another orgasm.
This time her juices started to flow and her pussy became very wet.
The inside of one of her legs even became wet.
I took her by her hips and strongly drew her over my dick again, fucking her from behind.
Her cunt was now wet and open wide and not as nice to fuck as before, so I decided to try the other hole in the vicinity, her ass.
I first drilled my middle finger in her arse.
She was not expecting that and begged me not to.
But I wanted a tight hole to fuck, I wanted her ass.
Her anal seem guided my dick to her arsehole and I started to press against it to get inside.
She tried to prevent me entering, but with one hand I could reach her belt and I lay it over her back.
She wined “Please don’t lash me and don’t hurt me, if you want to do that then be carefull, please!”
I pushed again and this time I could enter her from behind.
Such a well-behaving girl….
Her moaning was no moaning of delight.
She felt nice and tight and I fucked her ass real good.
My orgasm was in reach, but I postponed as long as I could.
Then I withdrew and left her arse alone.
I put the mask on again and walked around the bench press and held my dick in her face.
As I removed her blindfold see came eye to eye with my purple swollen dick-head.
With one hand I took her hair in a pony-tail and pressed her head against my dick.
I wanted her to suck my dick, so I could ejaculate in her mouth.
Tears came from her eyes and she looked up to me, almost begging.
I strengthened my grip on her hair and saw how it hurt her.
My free hand pointed to the belt on the floor.
She understood and asked if this was her last ordeal then.
I nodded.
Her mouth opened and my dick went inside.
Hesitating she suckled a bit on it, but no proper blowjob.
Again I tightened my grip on her golden hair and helped her by pushing and pulling her head over the hard fleshy rod inside her mouth.
Her ability to suck slowly improved a bit.
With reluctance she sucked my pre-cum and the juices from her own arse and cunt from my dick.
It was stunning to see how that arrogant face was pleasuring my dick now.
I felt my orgasm coming and held my hand on both sides of her head, playing through her hair and enjoying the performance of her warm mouth.
Then my balls exploded and a river of semen started to flow through my dick.
I hold on to her head firmly and pushed my dick as far as I could down her throat.
She gargled and choked because she had not seen this coming.
I felt how my dick suddenly got really far inside her head.
I had never been that far inside a mouth before and I saw to my surprise her nose in my pubic hair.
I managed to push my dick up and down a few times to see how she was deep-throating me, but I came already and counted seven long warm spurts flowing from the tip of my dick, directly into her throat.
She tried to free herself, because she needed air, but I held on to her head firmly until my climax had passed.
My balls hang against her chin and my completely erected dick was totally invisible
Then I let go.
She gasped for air end I saw long slimy strings hang between my dick and her mouth as she pulled her head away from it.
Coughing and heavily breathing I left her and went to the bathroom to clean my dick.
My clothes I took with me.
I returned and gave her some water to drink.
Again I changed her position.
I freed her legs and just tied her wrists together.
The door to her attic had a key so I closed and locked it.
As she needed time to remove her bondage and blindfold, I quickly changed in my own clothes again and left the house.
Leaving the front door I heard her shake the door, crying for help.
I left as inconspicuous as possible, found my car and left.
The next week I was at the schoolyard again, early.
Again my eyes were drawn to the young mother, but this time no inconvenient feeling about the past or my affair.
She didn’t recognize her attacker in me and gave me her rejecting glance as always, but this time I was just fulfilled with the knowledge that she submissive let me visit every hole in her body and that she under compulsion drank a whole load of my cum.
My dislike for her is gone….
