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Popoff drew back with a shoulder slump onto a tire with a barely audible ‘shit’. I quickly followed with my own muted ‘yup’. Our situations were different but still mind wearying. Some silence went down before I decided there was way too much to talk about, this situation needed to be expunged, not to a resolve, but at least a conversation. It was time for a little tongue-wagging juice that dad kept in this garage.
Choke Cherry wine. Home-brew that’s not regulated with a ‘Hits you fast when you stand’ warning. Passed him the bottle.
“Dude really? Razz man coach is in there. We can’t”
“Brother, he ain’t feeling so bad himself. Tell him your captain ordered you” That got a chuckle and a needed grin out of him, I watched him down a half a fifth of home-brew; without so much coughing. This shit was gasoline so I was impressed. He capped it sliding it over to me, the gasoline went down my neck and I did it again.
“I’m just hoping mom and the rest haven’t tied all of them to the tables. Hockey candy, shit.”
“What?”
Sigh. “Mom said she wouldn’t mind the whole team…” He lost it in a jack-in-the-box lift from the tire, eyes wide, with a grin like the joker on eight balls.
“WHAT!?”
“Was a flip comment dude, that’s all.”
“I don’t know man. Your mom was giving you the fuck and suck off a lifetime. She’s a sex demon, just might need a good gang bang to keep her dripping down her legs all day and night. I mean she a damn slut!”
In retrospect, I should have seen and heard the ribbing look on his face and heard the tone in his voice, was too juiced up though. The empty bottle went flying, blowing apart just to the right of his face on the wall behind him. “What the fuck are you doing calling my mom a slut fuck face? Like your girlfriend wouldn’t mind doing the whole team including staff?”
That got him pissed and we both started gorilla walking towards each other, fist clenched and snarling. Almost got on top of each other when mom yelled. “What the hell are you two boneheads doing huh!? There’s a ton of dished waiting for a fire stand and here you are acting like..” She paused and sniffed. “Oh shit. Your both drunk on that wine. So what caused this drunken blow-up?”
Neither one of us said anything we were both gawking / drooling over mom. She changed into some faded skin-tight jeans and a baby blue, long-sleeved, turtle neck sweater that in and of itself was skin tight. When she put her hands on her hips that made her boobs jut out causing them to look huge against the straining material. It also put a tongue-wagging emphasis on a set of winter hard nipples that begged to be sucked.
Mom’s face went from a question pissed look to a very sultry grin and she headed towards us. “Looks like you two like what you see huh?” Both of us jumped when her hands went to our crotches and started rubbing and squeezing our cocks. “You two have some nice hard cocks. Can’t very well let you back to the house like this now can we?” She started to drop to her knees and me and popoff both squawked.
“Mam? What the hell?”
“MOM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
I’d seen popoff naked tons of time in the showers after games, but when his cock got pulled out of his jeans it was rock stiff, not after game soft. Mom voiced an ‘oh my’ while I just stared at what had to be ten inches of man meat. He let out a massive groan while my eyes saucered at my mother engulfing that thing down to its root in one slow and steady travesti gaziantep gulp.
Popoffs head went back in ecstasy while mom worked her throat muscles milking him. She kept on pumping me all the while causing a long string of precum to hang. When that was spotted monster dong was un-engulfed and my cock was slid down on.
She started up a succession of back and forth blow jobs mixed with shaft licking, ball-sucking, and frenulum teasing that soon had us both ready to blow. That wasn’t going to happen just yet though. She stood up unzipped her jeans pulling them to her knees. Popoff got pushed against the wall and I got ordered. “you fuck me, and I mean FUCK ME!? That ten inches got swallowed again and I pushed in hard.
This whole thing must have secretly been pushing all the right buttons on me because before I knew mom it was getting royally pounded. My slamming into her was causing the cock in her mouth to shove down roughly invoking some highly erotic gagging. “God damn mom!” She knew what that meant and pulled away from both of us latching on to my teammate’s dick with an arm wrestler clench.
“You lie down. You’re about to fuck your best friend’s mother. And you get ready to shove that fat dick into my ass. Your both going to hammer me till my eyes roll. Got it.” It wasn’t a laughing situation but when we both answered with a tandem ‘YES MAM’ I let out a chortle, that got cut off quick when mom slammed down on popoffs cock with a loud grunted ‘holy shit!’.
There was no slow sink she just impaled herself on him, leaned forward, and barked at me, “Put the tip in baby boy. Get in my ass now’. Instruction was given then. This is how it goes, Popoff your number one, my boy is number two. On one you shove in, on two you pull back, and the opposite goes for you baby. You understand?”
We did and it didn’t take long before mom was in a two-cylinder, piston pumping D.P. “Fuck yeah! Fuck the shit out of me! I want those cocks deep and hard in my cunt and ass. FUCK ME!!” Pop was manhandling moms tits, “That’s it, kid. Squeeze the crap out of them.” I on the other hand started spanking her with not gentle open-handed vigor. “That’s too soft! Turn my ass into a tomato!!”
I don’t know how long we banged into mom. She kept up her dirty talk, punctuating are thrust with various groans, squeals and grunts until a final scream emitted, “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! I’M CUMMING!!” Popoff barked a ‘god damn’ and I knew why. Mom’s pussy turns into a volcanic vice grip when she orgasms. While he was enjoying that my cock was being threatened with decapitation when her ass clamped shut. I couldn’t take it.
“Shit I’m going to cum!” Which was instantly followed by popoffs own similar warning.
“Fuck, I’m about to explode!”
“Both of you stand up and put your hands behind your backs!”
Mom knelt down in front of us, pulled her sweater over her tits, reached between her legs to drench both hands in her juices, and started vigorously jacking us off. She kept a close eye on our sacks and when they tightened, we were aimed straight at her face. “Come on. Cream my face. I want that sticky cum dripping off my chin onto my tits. Give it to me, all of it.”
Her request was soon filled. Maybe it’s because we’ve played together for so long but me and my line-mate blew at the same time. It was popoffs turn to be impressed when I let out stream after stream of thick cum ropes that landed over moms eyes, nose, cheeks, and open mouth. Combined with pops man goop she was soon a facialized iced cupcake, gaziantep travesti swishing cum in and out of her mouth.
“Ohhhhh damn that’s good. I fucking love it. Oh god, I’m cumming again!” It was an amazing sight watching her shiver while the cum slid off her chin onto her boobs as she pinched her nipples. Laying back on the garage floor two fingers started playing over her clit as she cooed, “We are definitely doing this again. Maybe we can get sob in on it next time too.”
Me and popoff were messes, smelling of home-brew, sweat, and sex. Looking at mom on the floor covered in cum, fingering herself, and the words she’d just spoken fresh in my mind, I couldn’t help but come to conclusion. “Dude you might just be right about the slut thing.” I got no head shake back.
“No man. Your mom’s just a damn sex-machine. I’ve never fucked like that in my life, you sure she not some kind of demon?” Mom started laughing and stood up pulling her sweater down, dark wet spots soon started to appear on the cloth. She started shoveling the cum with fingers into her mouth.
“I’m not a demon, always been part slut, so fucking young men till my body quivers isn’t a surprise now is it?” Again both of us did a unison ‘no mam’ this time however we all laughed. “Put your dick away and let’s get that fire stand to the house.” She gave us both a long kiss. “You two are fucking good.” She then turned to popoff and made his eyes bulge, “By the way, me, Mary and Bonnie plan on attacking your girlfriend. You boys are invited to watch if you want. Let’s go.”
None of the team or coach noticed anything, but the ladies sure did.
Mary- “You didn’t!”
Bonnie- “Look at her, hell look at them! She sure as shit did!”
Misty- “You fucked my boyfriend! And didn’t invite me! You better not get pissed when I jump your son into the next millennium!”
Mary- “I think the rest of us should show those young men what it’s like to really be fucked. What say you two?”
Misty- “Maybe after our girls’ only orgy. They look like they need a recuperation timeout.”
Bonnie- “You need to go change your sweater and wash the cum out of your hair. What the fuck did you do? Shower in the stuff?”
Mom looked at them all with a wicked smile. “Nope, I just sucked, fucked, and jacked them till their balls exploded. And ladies? They are two of the most fire-hose-laden, cum reservoir, fuck studs you’ve ever seen. Well, if they ever recover from my deviate thrashing.” That got them all laughing, except misty, she jumped on mom sticking her tongue down her throat.
“That tastes good. God, you’re a fucking slut. Teach me?” Mom fondled misty.
“Sure. I’ll show you while we both ride your boyfriend
into the sunset. Deal?”
“Mmmmmm, deal mommy.”
They all headed into the house while the guys set up and started doing the ton of dishes we had made. Popoff looked at me seriously, “You ain’t mad, are you? I don’t know what happened, it was seriously like I was under a spell or something.” That made me snort.
“Dude you saw what happened. I’ve jokingly called her a succubus, but I’m really starting to wonder if she isn’t, my aunt too. No, I ain’t mad, not like I wasn’t into.” he grinned.
“Want to know something?” He got a nod. “Misty wants to do the same thing with you. I was okay with that before, now I’m dying to do it.”
“I’d be very into that, but I’d have to see what Cathy thinks. That and I don’t think I’m going to be able to do anything for a month. You know?”
He gingerly grabbed gaziantep travestileri his crotch. “I heard that loud and clear. Loud and, ouch, clear.” It didn’t take long to get all the housekeeping done, coach had a surprise for us then. The bottom of the bus was opened and cases of beer emerged.
“You’re all old enough, been a long day. Go sit around your new rink and have a few, you deserve it. There were a lot of ‘cools’ and ‘hell yeahs’ as we headed off, had one more surprise, this one courtesy of mom. She’d had lights installed in the trees around the rink. With the flick of a switch, we had a brightly lit ice surface that looked damn cool with its freshly painted lines.
I caught mom looking out the front door smiling. “YO DUDES! To my mom for the eats and the lights!” Pretty sure the City Wolves got chills when the whoop of all whoops split the night apart. Then mom did something that’s still talked about, she flashed the lot of us. Dead silence till someone, still don’t know who whispered respectively. “Those are the best tit’s I’ve ever seen.” Another cheer went up for mom, all be it for a very different reason.
By the time the beer was gone, bottles packed up and the cases stacked against the wall it was way past midnight. Coach piled the team except me, sob and popoff into the bus and headed off. The rest of us went in to crash. Me and pop commandeered both the showers (you know why) and the ladies got ready for bed. That proved to be quite the show, or should I say pre-show.
Coming out of the shower Bonnie strolled by easy as you please in a blood-red corset that had her fake boobs pressed together and spilling over in a sexier than hell way. Silky stockings that were so shiny they looked wet covered her long legs. Her lips were as gloss red as the stilettos on her feet and her air hung in loose curls. She looked hot as hell.
“Hey cum stud. Hope we don’t keep you up.” She ran a fingernail over my cheek. “Next time invite me, I like getting sticky too.” With that, she shimmied downstairs and I remembered moms ‘attack’ comment about misty. It was tempting to creep down the stairs a bit to peek but I got beedled.
“Dam women.” I knew she was calling to rub in the after-midnight no sex rule, that would have killed but mom had drained me for at least this night so I felt pseudo safe. Answering my phone got me instantly hard. I was greeted by an in orgasm face, the unmistakable sound of an industrial vibrator, and an assertion.
“We are..” Her eyelids half-closed. “Oh, shit this thing is…OH, GOD!!” I thought she was having an epileptic fit. “OH GOD PLEASE THIS TIME!” My aunt was absolutely wild-eyed drooling, but not enough that she couldn’t ask a question that smacked me in the head.
“What the fuck did you do to us?”
Racing mind. Us? I hadn’t done anything to us. We hadn’t talked for hours? Did not understand. “What do mean us.”
“Lover my ass is on fire, it feels like a pool cue was shoved in my pussy, I’m so fucking horny I can’t get off this thing. WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER!!!”
BOOM!! Symbiotic. Cathy had felt every thrust me and popoff had delivered into mom. And I had a (Ricky Ricardo the accent) lot of ‘splaining to do. “Uhmm..me and popoff kind of D.P’d mom.” The vibrator was immediately killed.
Cathy giggled loud and long. “No shit, really? I’ve been riding this thing since you started and till now, without cumming. What you gonna do about that?”
Challenged.
“Nothing it’s past midnight, hands-off remember?” She got downright gritty on that.
“Two things. First off were going to do proxy, by this time in three days were married. You just better make sure when I see you again it’s not anywhere you don’t want to have a serious bout of love fucking. Two? Turn your comp on and get your sleeve.”
“Why? I’ve got you on the phone.”
She got that evil, sexy smile on her face
.
“Trust me lover. It’s show time.”
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