Thursday , May 26 2022

MILF moms are secretly coaching the baseball team

We were having an unusually hot spring, which might have bothered me last baseball season. But over the winter, since turning 18, I discovered girls in a big way. So while sitting on the bench waiting for the game to start, my instinct was to look back at the bleachers behind us to look for female flesh. Unfortunately, there were very few young girls that came to watch our team. However, that didn’t stop me from finding females to ogle, for I didn’t have any problem checking out my teammates’ moms.

Not that they were all raging beauties. Some were hot, absolutely, like Chris and Pete’s moms, both slender blondes with smoking bodies. Some, like Brad and Kip’s moms, I think that just about anybody would think were attractive. But there were some, like Mike and Eric’s moms, that had a little more flesh on them and maybe looked a little older, that I still liked looking at, in part because they had big tits, and in part, well, just because they were female and they were in my view. I wouldn’t want anybody else to know that I was lusting after these old moms, but then I wouldn’t want my friends to know that I was lusting after any of their hot moms either.

I was horny enough to risk taking a few good peeks back. There were several moms in shorts showing off some bare leg. A couple with bare arms and bra straps showing also. Not bad. Then there was Mike’s mom, Mrs. Miles, in a denim skirt. Mike had been one of my best friends for a few years, so it was odd to suddenly think of his mom as a sex object. On top of that, Mr. Miles had been my manager for the past two seasons, so Mrs. Miles was my manger’s wife. Mrs. Miles was one of those moms in the “fleshier” category, so her legs weren’t the best. But they were legs. Mrs. Miles had short spiked frosted hair, was pretty tall, taller than me, a little thicker in the waist and butt than I’d prefer. But she did have those nice big tits. So as she read a magazine while wearing these half-glasses, I took a long look at her exposed legs, and tried to look up her skirt. Just then she looked up, over her glasses, and made eye contact with me. Damn! Busted!

Some time later, early in the game, we were at bat, and I sat on the bench. I wanted to look back at the women, but didn’t want to risk getting caught twice in one game looking at Mrs. Miles. Sitting next to me was Eric. I felt Eric nudge me, and whisper, “Hey, Don, check it out. Look at Mike’s mom.”

“Huh?”

“Look at Mrs. Miles. You can see up her skirt.”

I looked back at Mrs. Miles. Her denim skirt had ridden up quite a bit, and her knees had spread apart more. Sure enough, I could clearly see a triangle of white panty up her skirt! First of all, I was thrilled to see Mrs. Miles’ panties. Second of all, I was shocked that Eric would point it out to me. Eric was the top player on our team, actually the top athlete in the league, a head taller than the rest of us, and very popular with the girls at school. If HE was willing to admit that he enjoyed looking up this woman’s skirt, I felt better about my own lust for her.

As I ogled Mrs. Miles’ panties, Eric turned to Pete, sitting on his other side, and pointed the show out to him. As we took turns looking back at Mrs. Miles, Eric said, “I think she’s doing it on purpose. I overheard a couple of the moms complaining about Vito’s mom last week. They were complaining about the way she dresses for the games.”

I remembered Vito’s mom last week, too. She came to the game right from work, dressed to the hilt. Mrs. Nippola looks too young to be Vito’s mom. She’s divorced, a hot dark-haired beauty, not very tall, but has killer legs and a firm body. I noticed her in the bleachers wearing a scooping top and push-up bra, as well as a short skirt. Damn, I even got to see up her skirt, to her pink panties under her pantyhose. But I didn’t know that everybody else noticed her, too.

I glanced back at Mrs. Miles, but turned away as she looked over at us. “She’s looking at us,” I whispered to Eric.

“She wants us to look at her. Look at her now, she’s spreading’ wider!” I looked back, and sure enough, Mrs. Miles had spread her knees apart wider, and she was looking right at us.

Mrs. Miles was now engaged in a conversation with Kip’s mom, Mrs. Deil. Mrs. Deil had a pretty face, luscious lips, and a nice slender figure. She looked younger than most of the moms, but her shoulder-length straight brown hair had some visible strands of gray.

Just as I was looking back admiring Mrs. Deil, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her tank top, and began pulling it up. “Holy crap,” I whispered. Eric and Pete heard me, and looked back just in time to see Mrs. Deil pull her top up over her head, shaking it through her hair, and dropping it next to her on the bleacher. She was wearing a pink bikini top. It wasn’t the most revealing bathing suit top I’ve seen, and her tits were pretty small anyways. But it was a bit of a surprise that she’d be on display in just a bikini top and cutoffs at her son’s baseball game.

Both Eric and Pete moaned at the sight of another team mom on display. We watched as Mrs. Deil arched her back and put suntan lotion on her shoulders, chest, and stomach.

Not only was it fun staring at all these scantily dressed MILFs, but also it was cool actually discussing them with Eric and Pete. It was just the beginning of the summer of “sharing” the team moms with my eighteen-year-old teammates.

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The very next game was on an even hotter day, and there were even skimpier clothes and more exposed bra straps in the bleachers. Not every mom was in attendance at every game. Today there were several moms that weren’t at the last game. This included Brad’s mom, Mrs. Curtis. She had nice legs, but her shorts were a little too long to show much thigh. This wasn’t the case with Mrs. Osteen, Chris’ mom. She had on some very short shorts, and as she sat on the bleachers with her legs crossed, Eric and I simultaneously spotted her blue panties peeking out of the side of her shorts.

I arrived a little early for the game, but several of my teammates were already there, hanging around the backstop and the bleachers. I saw Brad and Tim on the top row of the bleachers, and Pete and Eric were climbing down. Eric approached me, and mumbled, “Climb up to the top of the bleachers.”

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