Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
I scanned the field as I walked closer to the stands. The new guy I’ve been seeing plays on this co-ed softball team against other local businesses every Wednesday night. They get hot and sweaty, then after the game, go to the pub around the corner from the field to grab a few cold ones. Timmy takes softball VERY seriously.
He’s the guy who organizes the practices, schedules the games with the other teams, and is their star batter. The man is swoon-worthy when dominating the diamond, but at home, he’s just my wittle Timmy. At home, he can’t tie his shoes or catch a ball! He’s far too wittle for big boy things like that, never mind playing a game with the big kids or knowing how to use the potty. Softball and I are two parts of his life that Timmy would prefer never to collide. That’s why I’ve decided to crash his game tonight and be the best sports mom he never knew he wanted.
Timmy’s Tantrum
Timmy’s diaper bag is slung over my left shoulder; my tiny cutoff Daisy Dukes ride up my ass as I climb the bleachers and look back at the field to see my boy. “Whoo!” I holler out as the crowd cheers for a runner squeaking past the second baseman. I smile back at the other spouses and friends gathered to watch the game. “Good night for a game, huh?” The men around me nod while staring at my tits and the women give me a funny look for toting a diaper bag and no baby.
One bold Karen leans on her elbows and points a finger at the field. “Do you work with the other team?” Her nose is scrunched up like she’s offended I’d break up her Wednesday routine.
“Gosh, no!” I gush and stand up again, letting the man next to her get a good look at my toned thighs. “I’m Timmy’s Mommy!” As if he just heard his world implode from the dugout, Timmy steps out and looks directly at me with shock written all over his face. “Hi Baby!!” I wave enthusiastically! “Mommy’s here!” Everyone in the stands and on the field seems utterly confused as they look between their beloved leader and the stranger making waves in the stands.
Mommy Makes It To the Game
“Mommy?” Karen asks in a confused whisper. I wink at her and shrug.
“You know how boys are. They just need someone to keep them in their place and wipe their ass.” Her face heats, and she sits back as if she’s going to ignore my comment. With a sense of thrilling power, I start to clap and cheer. I can tell by Timmy’s body language that he is embarrassed, humiliated, and fighting a boner as he tries to warm up before batting.
He struts to home plate with me cheering loudly. This is where he shines! At the plate, everyone expects him to slam the ball into the next town perusal, but he’s shaken by my presence. His butt pokes out as he sets up and I instantly wish he was diapered before taking a swing. “You got this, Diaper Boy!” My voice echoes across the field. Everyone else goes silent to process what they heard before erupting into chaos. Timmy misses the first pitch, the second, and the third as his friends and coworkers ridicule my little diaper boy. Unable to stand it anymore, he throws down the bat and stomps off the field. “Timmy’s throwing a tantrum!” One of the younger girls yells back at me, and everyone laughs louder. “Better go give him a pep talk and a Pamper change, we still have three innings left!”
Three innings left
It tickles me to gather his bag and skip down the stands to the side of the dugout where my fingers clutch the chain-link fence. Timmy is FUMING when our eyes meet. “It’s okay, you’ll get ’em next time.” I try to soothe him, but my voice is a tad mocking.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He hisses. When i look down at his baseball pants i can clearly see the outline of his erection. utoh someone forgot their cup.
“I wanted to see my big boy play.” My lips pout, and he groans.
‘Val, you told them.” I smile big at the quiver in his voice and how his hand drifts down to rub his cock through his pants. He’s regressing fast.
“You didn’t have to act all defensive and guilty so they knew it was true.” I tease, and he whimpers.
“Take me home before I cum in my pants?” He begs through a whine, but I shake my head.
“Three innings left, try not to disappoint me, and Mommy will give you a treat after the game.”
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