Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: New York
|Introduction: A horny mom plays with her son and his teammates|
Team Mother, Part 1
A favorite fantasy that has kept me cumming over the years.
I listened outside the motel door with nervous excitement. This could either be the beginning of a very exciting trip, or a complete disaster. Knowing the hormonal appetites of teenaged boys, I was pretty sure I would get away with the various sexually depraved acts I was contemplating.
My son's high school varsity lacrosse team was playing in the state finals, which meant a three night road trip. As one of the ‘Team Mothers,' I had volunteered to help chaperone the twenty-two boys on the team. Yes, that's right...twenty-two 17- and 18-year-old, athletic, horny boys. I had gotten myself off several times while conjuring up all manner of wild fantasies about this trip in the months leading up to it, and now I was actually about to attempt to make them real.
There was a chill in the night air, but I didn't even feel it as I waited and hoped no one would spot me. Especially coach McGowan. It was almost one o'clock in the morning and all the lights in the other rooms were out. My son had texted me about five minutes earlier to let me know the game was on.
"Go!" I heard from inside the room.
This was Evan's signal. I began counting down from twenty, thinking that I shouldn't be doing this with each count. 3…2…1…
I quietly unlocked the door and slipped in. When I saw Evan and his teammates standing there in that crummy motel room, illuminated only by the glow of the old television, doing what they were doing, I knew there was no turning back.
There were four of them, including my son, standing in a circle with their underwear around their ankles. They were each jerking off like mad, while at the same time laughing and taunting each other. They were so absorbed in what they were doing that I'd managed to enter unnoticed.
I flipped on the light and they all nearly jumped out of their skins.
"What the hell is going on in here?" I demanded in the sternest mother voice I could muster.
They all spun and looked at me in stark terror, and my son played along as though he was as surprised as the rest of them. They all tried to cover their erections with their hands, but none was completely successful. One tried to pull his shorts up.
"Michael!" I barked. "Don't you dare move a muscle."
He froze, too afraid to even try to hide himself with his hands like the others. His cock was enticingly long, curving adorably to the left. I walked into the room, surveying the situation with a disapproving eye. The heavy stink of boys filled the air. The odor of sweat and dirty socks was seemingly overlaid with the thick scent of male hormones.
"Cory, just what exactly is going on here?" I repeated as I looked him up and down.
Cory was the only one who had no shirt on, so other than the boxer shorts puddled around his feet, he was completely naked. He was also the only one of the boys to boast a nice crop of hair on his sculpted chest and abs. I couldn't wait to see what he was barely managing to hide under his hands.
He looked desperately at the other guys hoping one of them would speak up.
"Look at me, Cory, and explain to me exactly what you are doing."
"Um…nothing, Mrs. Chase, just screwing around…"
I pulled his arms to either side. He didn't resist and his hard-on dropped free, pointing straight at me.
"Screwing around, indeed. I could hear you animals in the next room. Does your mother know you do this sort of thing, Brandon?"
"No, Mrs. Chase," Brandon answered in a shameful whisper. "It was just a stupid game we were playing."
"A game?" I pressed. I knew perfectly well what they were playing at, but the interrogation was all part of my own little game.
"It was Michael's idea," Brandon squealed, ratting out his friend.
"Shut up, Brandon," Michael hissed, but now my attention was on him.
"It was just a dumb game we played at camp last year," he quickly explained.
"Camp? You mean church camp?" I pressed, acting as though I was scandalized by the mere thought of it.
"Evan played, too," Michael pointed at my son accusingly, as if this were justification.
"Is this true, Evan?" I asked, zeroing in on him. "Did you play some sort of nasty masturbation game at church camp?"
While my attention was seemingly focused on Evan, I could see the other boys checking me out from the corner of my eye. My honey-blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and I was in a pair of snug shorts with a tight yellow t-shirt. The boys wouldn't have been able to detect any panty or bra lines because I wasn't wearing either.
"Yes, Mom," he confessed doing his best to act embarrassed.
"And how is this filthy game played?"
"We stand in a circle and jerk off onto a saltine cracker. Whoever is the last one to cum has to eat the cracker."
I looked down and saw a bright orange Doritos chip lying on the floor between them.
"Is this right, Brandon, were you all trying to jerk off onto that little chip?"
Brandon was a lanky red-head. His face and chest blushed scarlet as I circled behind him, giving his well-muscled buttocks an appreciative inspection.
"Yes, Mrs. Chase," he managed to choke out.
"And if you lost, you were really going to eat that, all covered in your friends' sperm?"
"It…it's not gay or anything," Brandon insisted.
"No," Cory chimed in. "It's just like a dare, nothing queer."
"Please don't tell the coach," Michael pleaded, his cock still as hard as when I first walked in.
"I should report you," I said evenly and moved behind Michael. He was short and stocky, trim and strongly built. His butt was two smooth pale globes that stood out all the more because the rest of him was so darkly tanned. I barely managed to resist grabbing a hold of them and squeezing. "But I won't. I don't want Evan to get into trouble with the rest of you perverts and miss the finals."
"Thanks, Mrs. Chase," they all blurted with a sigh of relief.
"However, I am a team mother, and I can't let something like this go on un-chaperoned."
They looked at each other, not sure if they understood.
"Mom? What are you talking about?"
"You nasty boys obviously need to be supervised. For one thing, do you have any idea how dirty the rug in a motel is? And one of you was going to eat that chip off the floor? The team can't afford to have any of their star players getting sick from eating off this disgusting carpet."
I picked up the chip gingerly and tossed it aside. I went to the bag and fished out a new one.
"Plus, with the chip way down there, none of you are likely to have good enough aim to hit it at that distance."
Cory's mouth had fallen open. Michael and Brandon still looked confused, and Evan was struggling to contain a smirk.
I moved between Cory and Brandon, joining the circle, and knelt down. I held out my hand, palm up, and placed the fresh Doritos chip on it.
"Now everyone take off your shirts and squeeze in," I instructed. Evan was the first to do as he was told, and the rest followed. Four hard, young cocks dangled inches above my hand with the chip. "There, that's more sensible."
"Mrs. Chase?" Michael ventured. "You want us to, um, finish the game?"
"Of course, darling. It's not like I'm some kind of prude here to ruin your fun. I know how much boys your age like to play with your penises. I have a horny teenager of my own, you know." I gave Evan a wink. "I'm just trying to do my job and make sure you boys are safe."
"But what if…" Brandon said hesitantly. "What if some of our…stuff…gets on you."
"A little cum never hurt anyone. I bet you get it on yourself all the time, Brandon." He turned a deeper shade of red. "Come on boys, I'm a grown woman, it's nothing I can't handle. Let's play."
They once more looked to Evan. He shrugged and started stroking himself. One by one the other boys joined him. I was suddenly in heaven.
My pussy was crying out for attention. I so badly wanted to shove my hand down my shorts and finger myself while these four boys jacked off right in front of my face.
"That's it fellas, who's going to be last? Who's going to be the one to eat that nice big gooey wad of sperm?"
They all started jacking faster. I'd seen my son's cock countless times, and had watched him jerk off in all sorts of ways, but it was nonetheless a huge turn on to be looking at him like this in front of his friends. I surveyed them each as they masturbated.
Like the boy himself, Brandon's cock was long and thin. A fiery patch of pubic hair was nestled at the base, and stray red hairs sprouted at random all over his tightly bunched scrotum. He stroked himself with just the top of his shaft pinched between his thumb and forefinger, using a fast snapping wrist action. Interesting.
Michael's cock was probably as long as Brandon's, but the curve made it appear just a bit shorter. He held his in a tight ring with his first two fingers and thumb. Michael put more shoulder action into his short, quick stroke, which made his loose-hanging balls sway delightfully.
Cory's body glistened with a light sheen of sweat. He had the best body of the group (though I still found Evan sexier). His crotch was as hairy as the rest of him, making him look more manly than the other boys. Cory's cock was shorter than the rest by about an inch, but it was thick. Very thick. His wide mushroom head looked like it would feel amazing slipping between my wet pussy lips.
"Let's go boys, make those cocks cum," I said to encourage them.
"Oh, yeah," Evan groaned. He thrust his cock forward and released a spurt of cum directly onto the chip. Three spurts followed, and more or less hit the target, some spilling over onto my hand. He continued to jerk himself and small droplets of jizz flicked about, hitting my wrist and a couple of the other cocks in the circle. No one flinched.
"One down," I announced gleefully. "Who's going to shoot his load next?"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Chase," Michael gasped, then unleashed his orgasm. The first squirt fell across my fingers, with the tail end of it hitting the chip. His second flew wide and I felt at least some of it land on my chin. I pretended not to notice. He emptied the rest of his seed onto the orange triangle and stepped back.
"Two left! Who gets the prize?"
Cory worked his cock with his whole hand, using a long stroke with a twist. I loved how expertly he manipulated his cock. I imagined he spent a lot of time practicing.
"I'm ready, Mrs. Chase," Cory announced. "I'm going to cum."
He slowed his hand and carefully milked the biggest wad so far into my palm. It was a beautiful sight to behold. I wanted to clamp my lips around the head of his fat prick and take the rest of his load in my mouth. I watched hungrily as he squeezed every drop out, then relaxed.
"Now what?" I asked. "Does Brandon still have to cum, or does he just eat it like this?"
"No," Brandon whimpered, "we aren't really going to--"
"Yes, c'mon, chicken-shit," the other boys taunted him.
"He has to finish, then eat it all!" Michael ruled.
"You're going to make him eat his own cum?" I asked, trying to sound disgusted in order to hide how turned on I was by all of this.
"If he doesn't," Cory added, "he has to suck all of our dicks."
"Maybe that's what he wants," I teased poor Brandon as mercilessly as the rest of them. At that he resumed jerking himself.
"Fine," he grumbled. "You're all a bunch of faggots anyway."
The boys alternatively teased him and quietly cheered him on.
"Hurry up, honey, all this cum is getting heavy. Make that big cock cum for me."
That apparently did the trick, and in a few strokes he was splashing cum all over my hand and arm. Some even landed on the chip.
"Woo hoo! We have a winner!" I called. "Now sit down on the chair and get ready for your prize."
Brandon sat, and the other boys, all still naked, held him down. I waved my goo-covered hand under his nose, and he winced.
"Can we just get this over with?" he grouched.
"He sounds hungry, doesn't he?" I couldn't help taunting him. It was almost too much for me to believe he was actually going to go through with it. The magic of peer pressure. "Open wide…"
I picked the chip up off my palm, leaving behind the better part of the cum the boys had deposited there, and held the chip over his open mouth. I tipped the cheesy triangle and let the semen ooze off in a long stream and dribble into his mouth.
Brandon began to gag and I quickly popped the chip into his mouth. He thrashed and grimaced as his teammates chanted "eat it!" Like a true team player, he chewed the cummy treat and swallowed hard. He opened up and stuck his tongue out to prove he'd done it.
"I think he kinda liked it," I said and wiped my cum-filled palm down his chest to his belly, leaving a long wet streak of sperm.
The boys released him and he ran to the bathroom. We laughed when we heard the water running and the sound of Brandon gargling.
"Mrs. Chase," Cory said getting my attention. "You got a little bit…right here." He pointed to his own chin.
I reached out with my tongue and licked at the cum that had splattered just below my bottom lip. I was rewarded with a bug-eyed expression of disbelief, even after what he'd just seen me do.
"Alright, which one of you nasty boys came on my face?" I scooped up the remainder off my chin and licked it from my finger. "Mmm, I think it was you, Michael."
"I'm, ah, sorry, Mrs. Chase," he stammered adorably. "I didn't mean to."
"That's okay, darling. It's one of the risks you have to accept when you're a team mother." I sniffed at the drying remnants in my palm for all of them to see.
The boys shuffled self-consciously, not sure what to do next. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and noticed my nipples were pressing up prominently beneath my t-shirt. A detail that hadn't escaped them. Brandon came out of the bathroom wiping his chest with a towel.
"I'm going to puke," he grumbled.
"Oh, stop being such a baby," I told him. "I swallowed twice as much cum back in college on spring break and I was fine." I went over and gave him a comforting hug, that finished with a lingering pat on his butt. I ruffled his hair as he stood there stunned, then went and sat on one of the beds.
"Wow, Mrs. Chase," Cory spoke up, "you've got to be about the coolest mom ever."
"Yeah," Michael confirmed. "My mom wouldn't do something like that in a million years."
"No lie, Evan, I always thought your mom was hot, but now I'm in love."
"Shut the fuck up, homo," Evan shot back.
"Now, Evan, you be nice," I scolded him.
"Sorry, Mom. It's just a little weird, that's all."
"I understand, sweetheart, but try not to think of me as your mom for the next few nights. We're on a road trip, after all, normal rules don't apply. Right, boys?"
"Right!" the other three agreed instantly.
"I know it's getting late, but I'm not the least bit tired," I said and took another obvious sniff of my cum-soiled hand. "Do you boys know any other games?"
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