Soccer Mom’s Big Discovery

My name was Josh, I was a normal 17 year old lad who lived in a quiet village with this parents. One Sunday morning I awoke as mom entered my room. She walked towards my bed in her normal morning attire, a shortish robe that looked a little worse for wear held together by a tie round the middle. My mom leant over as she was leaving a cup of coffee by the side of my bed. As she leant over her robe splayed open a little at the top allowing me to get a quick glimpse of her big tits hanging free in her robe. Now don’t get me wrong my mom isn’t a model or anything, actually she is in her early 40’s, 5’ 4, long dark hair, an attractive face, not slim but has curves in all the right places. I don’t think of her in a sexual way but at 17 an eyeful of female flesh is not something you ever complain about.

“you’ll need to get up soon” she said “remember dad’s not here this week to take you to Soccer so I’ve got the short straw”.

“I know” I replied “thanks mom”

“Ok, Darling” she said “what do you want for breakfast?”
“just some eggs would be good mom please” I replied.

I know I was spoilt by my mom but I was an only child so kind of made the most of it. She turned and started to leave the room, as she walked I could see her round ass move from side to side in her robe. She stopped on her way to the door to pick up some of my washing, as she leant down her short robe started to creep up her leg, it was rising up to the bottom of her ass, I leaned closer, but at that point she finished collecting the laundry and stood up and walked towards the door. Gutted! I thought. Just as mom left the room she turned and glanced at my duvet. That’s when it struck me, I looked down at my duvet it had a lump in it by my crotch, I couldn’t work out whether I had awoke with morning glory or gotten hard by seeing my mom’s tits. Shit, either way mom had just seen my duvet with my hard on poking up in it. I felt embarrassed but at the same time very horny.
I wasn’t embarrassed about my cock, just a little shy. I was constantly teased in the showers after soccer for having a ‘donkey cock’ and as I looked under the duvet you could see why. It was rock hard, 9.5 inches in length and very thick that you could only just fit your hand all the way round. No women had ever seen it in this state, as no women had seen it since I was a young boy and mom used to walk in while I was in the bath. I was nervous about what they would say, if lads mocked me then what would they do?

I wanted to play with it there it and then but knew I didn’t have time. I tried to ignore it and get changed. Putting on my boxers for soccer wasn’t easy though, everything has to be secured for all that running around which meant I usually wore a tight pair of white trunk style briefs. I put them over my feet and pulled them up over my slowly deflating cock. It was strapped in at such an angle from front on it looked like I had a growth on the side of my leg.
I put on my baggy joggers to cover it and headed off downstairs.

I arrived in the kitchen and mom was washing up with her back to me,
“Now eat your breakfast while I go get changed” she said. She turned and smiled as she walked through the kitchen.

Not a mention of my duvet incident so hopefully she hadn’t noticed I thought. I scoffed down my breakfast and mom joined me as we walked to the car. Mom was now wearing a long flimsy dress that was pulled tight against her top half and then it sort of flowed at the bottom half so you could not see too much shape (I think that’s the way she liked it as she knew she had big boobs but wasn’t a fan of her round ass). It looked as though she had tights or stockings on and her boots.

“looks not too nice out there son today” she said “its been stormy all night and its still wet and windy”.
“I know” I replied “but I’m sure we’ll still be playing”

We got to the sports ground, I stood in the car park briefly with the other lads and mom went off to the clubhouse, “see you after the game and good luck” she said. Just as she was about to open the clubhouse door a big gust of wind came through the car park and her flimsy dress blew up to reveal her whole bottom half. I stood there shocked as underneath her dress she had the boots going up to just short of the knee, stockings that went two thirds up her thighs and then a suspender belt holding up the stockings with a sexy pair of knickers that was almost a thong. She was only 30 yards away from me and the lads, I was stood motionless and embarrassed. My mom made a quick entrance into the clubhouse to cheers from my mates.

“your mom’s a milf Josh” one yelled
“she can come into the showers after if she wants” said another
“what a hot ass” the comments kept coming.
“alright” I said, “stop the yelling, you wouldn’t like it if it was your mom, lets go play some soccer”.

The game finished and we had won comfortably, however due to the storm over night the showers did not have any hot water and so we all decided to go home in our kit and get changed there.

As I walked back to the car, mom was standing there looking puzzled, “why haven’t you changed? Youre filthy”

“no hot water because of the storm” I replied “we are all taking our kit home this week and getting cleaned up there”

“OK” She said “let me put a rug on the seat though as you will ruin the car”

We both got into the car and started to drive home, I was hoping mom wouldn’t talk too much after what happened before the game, then she said it.

“I’m really sorry honey about the dress incident, I hope I didn’t embarrass us” she apologised. “I heard some cheers from the lads, I hope they weren’t offensive about me and offended you” she looked worried

“No mom, they were just saying other things which I’d rather not talk about” I replied sheepishly.
“what did they say darling? It cant have been that bad” she continued to almost interrogate.
“you don’t want to know mom!” I argued
“Josh, tell your mother, she has got a right to know what people are saying about her and especially if it offends her baby!” she looked a little cross.
“Mom, I’m not a baby!, I’m 17! And if you really want to know they said you were a milf, had a sexy ass and they wanted you to join them in the shower!” I shouted and then started to sulk.”you happy now?”

Mom looked taken aback by the comments, then a wry smile came across her face, she hadn’t heard flattering comments for over 10 years, even if they were a little sexist and focused on her lower half. Mom was usually quite a quiet and shy person but it was almost as if those comments switched a switch in her mood and she oozed more confidence and was a bit more forward.

“oh, I see” she said “sorry honey, at least they weren’t bad comments then, is it a bad thing to have an attractive mom?”
“Moom!, they’re my mates” I pushed back “Why are you wearing that stuff to football anyway?” I asked.
“What stuff?” Mom asked
“You know!” I waited, it was evident by the pause that she didn’t “your stockings, suspenders and knickers”
Mom looked a little smug, “well darling, women like to dress in a way that makes them feel good, especially if they are going out of their comfort zone and I haven’t been up to the sports club for a number of years now” she explained. “so when I was getting changed this morning I wanted to feel good about myself and so just opted for those rather normal tights, I hope you don’t mind”
“no mom, I guess not” I shrugged “I agree with the comments, just wish it wasn’t my mom I was looking at” I joked.
“Josh!” she exclaimed “you shouldn’t say things like that about your mother” she then smiled, put her hand on my leg and said “thanks though, maybe I should do it every week as everybody said you were man of the match” she joked.
“mom!, now whos being wrong!” I replied.

We arrived back at the house and walked from the car to the back door into the kitchen.
“If you think youre walking through the house like that you have another thing coming!” Mum warned “Stand on the rug indoors and pass me your dirty kit”
“Ok mom” I reluctantly agreed and passed her my shirt and then took off my muddy socks and handed them to my mom.