Hockey Mom Goes Hard

{All characters are 18+. There is drinking and drug use, but all acts are consensual.]

"You all right, Mom?" Evan asks. He's worried. His mother is sitting at the kitchen table, rubbing her temples and clutching her phone, and she's been sitting like that for ten minutes. This is the third time he's asked if she was okay. Still no response.

"Mom?" he says as he sits across from her.

She blinks, suddenly realizing where she is and what's about to happen.

"We can cancel..." Evan says. And he means it, too, though it would kill him.

"What? No, of course not, baby. No. You only turn eighteen once. I want this to be the greatest birthday bash of them all. I'll be fine."

"I'm sorry Dad's such an asshole."

A dim part of her brain wants her to correct him and say don't talk about your father that way. But he's right, his father is an asshole. A lying, cheating prick. She knew he was cheating on her. In her gut, anyway. She's known for months. But he always denied it. And he always managed to weasel his way back into her arms. But she knew.

Today, she finally got proof. Her son doesn't know the full extent of his father's philandering. That's okay. She doesn't need to tell him. Not today. Especially an hour from his first guests arriving.

"I'm sorry, too. But you know what? We're not going to let him ruin our fun, are we?"

Evan forces a smile. "No."

"That's right. We're gonna let loose. Well, you are. I don't want to get in your way."

"No, you can hang, Mom. My friends love you."

She smiles at that. A thought pops into her mind. She tries to brush it away, but she doesn't try all that hard.

Her asshole husband has been sleeping with one of his students. Well, two can play that game, can't they? Of course, Nina's not a college professor like her husband, surrounded by hot, eighteen-to-twenty-one-year-olds. She works in a boring office with boring, unattractive middle-aged people.

But she is a hockey mom.

A very popular hockey mom.

All of Evan's teammates have fantasized about her. She doesn't know that, of course. But it wouldn't surprise her. She's felt their eyes on her. And she's not stupid. She knows she's hot. She hasn't felt very hot for the past year or so, but she gets reminded of it from time to time when she catches guys--and girls--checking her out.

So she's a hot hockey mom who is the subject of fantasy for all the boys who are coming to tonight's party.

And she needs to cut loose.

Still, she couldn't do... that... right? Not here in her house with dozens of people spending the night. Not under the same roof as her son. Right? He'd never live it down if his mom slept with one of his friends.

No. She'll be good.

She kisses him on the forehead and goes upstairs to the third floor, where her bedroom is. She wants to get Evan's birthday present and bring it downstairs, but she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looks... tired. And old. Jesus. Why have her friends let her walk around looking like this?

Okay, she's not going to sleep with one of her son's friends, but she is going to get at least a little dolled up.

She rummages through her closet for something to wear.

She pauses on the little black number that she hasn't worn in... well, so long ago she can't remember.

No. She couldn't wear that.

Could she?

It might do for a cocktail party, but not her son's eighteenth birthday party.

Her phone buzzes. Her husband is texting to say he won't make it tonight. Too many papers to grade. He's going to have to spend the night at his campus apartment. But she should wish Evan a happy birthday for him.

She doesn't respond to the text. She just rips off her clothes and hops in the shower.

She's not planning on fucking anyone tonight. Not even Clark. Or Wade. Or Adrian. Oh, man, Adrian. Fucking hell, what a specimen. But no, she's not going to fuck Adrian. And definitely not Nolan. She saw him at his eighteenth birthday party this past September. It was a pool party. Fuck, what a bod that kid has.

No. She's not going to fuck any of them.

What she is going to do is put on that little black dress that shows off her legs so well. And her sheer black pantyhose. And those high-heeled shoes that make her feel so goddamn sexy. And she is going to tease her hair just so. And put on her mascara that makes her eyes pop. And her most luscious red lipstick. And we'll just see where the night leads.

Will she be drastically, perhaps even embarrassingly, overdressed for a party she's not even really supposed to be at? Yes. Will she make every guy, and even some of the girls, unable to take their eyes off her? Also yes.

But is she going to fuck one of her son's friends?

No.

Certainly not Clark with the sexy forearms, or Wade with the bedroom eyes. And she won't even go near six-foot-a-million Adrian. And she absolutely, positively will not even think about fucking Nolan. Nolan with his six-pack, large bulge, killer jawline, toned back muscles, and winning smile. She is definitely not going to fuck him.

Well, probably not.

The doorbell rings.

She gives herself one last look in the mirror.

Guess we'll see what happens.

Evan opens the door. It's Micki and Pete from the neighborhood. They all say hey. Gifts are gifted, hugs and fist-bumps exchanged. Evan's about to tell them to go downstairs when he sees his mom descend the stairs. All three kids stop talking to take in the sight and then quickly avert their eyes, suddenly feeling like they've been caught in the act.

"How are you two?" Nina says, blushing slightly. She wonders if she's made a mistake dressing like this.

They say good and keep averting their eyes.

"It's too much, isn't it?" she asks, gesturing to her dress.

"No, Mom, you look great."

"Yeah," blurts Pete, then he curses himself for sounding too eager. She doesn't look great; she looks fucking hot. Pete's always had a thing for Mrs. G, and he's never seen her look this hot. Well, she always looks hot at the pool when she wears those bikinis. But this is a whole other level.

"I love your dress, Mrs. G!" Micki says.

"Thanks, Micki. I just... with John being... well, I just wanted to feel pretty."

"You look stunning," Micki says.

"Yeah, Mom."

"It's too much," Nina says. She doesn't know why she's feeling so embarrassed. Maybe because she's getting exactly the reaction she was hoping for?

The door opens, and Wade enters. He of the bedroom eyes. Eyes that slowly trickle down the body of Mrs. G. in her short, black dress that shows off her ample breasts. Wade can't help but imagine how easy it would be to slide those thin straps over her tan shoulders. He wonders if the whole dress would just fall off of her or if her tits would keep it hanging on for dear life. Either way, it would be a simple matter to free her tits from captivity. A mission he'd be very willing to sign up for.

"Hey, Wade," Nina says. "Glad you could come."

She can tell what he's thinking. Well, mostly. And she decides that she's very happy with her outfit after all.

She tells them to go downstairs. Snacks are on the table, and the keg is primed and ready.

Yes, a keg.

The Greens are known for throwing wild parties. It's a tradition they started when their oldest son, Matt, turned eighteen. They knew the kids were going to be drinking and doing drugs and having sex and whatnot, so Nina had the brilliant idea to just go with the flow and let kids be kids--just as long as they did it in the safety of their house. So they bought a keg and let the kids do whatever they wanted. The doors were locked up at 11:00, and Nina and John were on hand in case anyone got too drunk or sick. And everything worked out great. Their house is located at the end of the block, tucked well away into the woods, so there's no worries about noise complaints. And honestly, the kids didn't get into that much trouble. Yes, one girl drank too much and got sick, but Nina was there for her.

That party was such a success that they had more of them, one for prom, and then Dana had three in her senior year.

Now it's Evan's turn.

The first batch of kids heads down to the basement. Nina catches Wade sneaking another glimpse at her--this time at her legs.

She blushes slightly.

But only slightly.

There's a knock at the door.

She turns and sees Clark and Adrian joking around outside--Clark of the forearms and Adrian... well, Adrian of the everything.

"Come in, guys. Party's just starting downstairs."

The two stop clowning around when they hear her voice. They open the screen door and bump into each other when they see her. They try to make it look like they weren't just undressing her with their eyes as they stumble inside.

"You look nice, Mrs. G," Adrian says, surprising himself.

"Thank you, Adrian," she purrs. "You look pretty spiffy yourself."

She straightens his polo shirt, and he turns bright red.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

"Run along now."

They do, though they, too, sneak peeks at the MILF in the sexy black dress.

"Fuck me," Clark mumbles in the stairwell.

"Seriously."

Other guests arrive, and they all pause at the door to take in the vision before them. The girls worry that they are underdressed. Did they misread the invite? Was this a cocktail party? But Nina reassures them that they are dressed just fine. She's the only weirdo.

Once reassured, they all gush over her outfit. Several of them take notes for prom ideas.

Last but not least, Nolan arrives. He's always late. The party is almost an hour into it by the time he comes. He knocks on the screen door and enters when she tells him to.

He pauses. He makes no secret of how impressed he is with her. With her dress. Her legs. Her tits. He's handsome enough that he can get away with the kind of behavior that other boys would be shamed for.

"Looking tight, Mrs. G," he says with a slight nod.

His approving gaze causes blood to rush to Nina's nethers.

He steps forth, and she's taken aback at how he towers over her. Hell, she's taken aback by everything he is and does. His broad shoulders, the way his eyes drift to her lips, his smile that lets her know exactly what he's thinking... She's finding it hard to breathe, let alone reply.

She looks up at him, trying not to smile or give him any hint that he could have her here in the foyer if he wanted to, but she knows she's failing.

He's used to his friends' moms flirting with him. But Mrs. G is the only mom that he knows who he'd actually describe as a MILF. He's always wanted to bang her. She was his first crush. But tonight? Damn, that dress and those pantyhose are driving him wild.

He steps in closer. She can feel his aura merging with hers, and it fills her with dangerous longing. She tilts her head back to maintain eye contact. Seeing her expose her long, tan, beautiful neck to him, watching the way her hair cascades over her bare shoulders, it's all he can do not to tear her dress off of her right here and now.

"Nolan!" says a voice. No, several voices.

He glances at the basement door and smiles as Tracie, Morgan, and Kelly come pouring out to see him.

God, it must be wild to be that hot. That sought after. This fucking guy can have whoever he wants.

He gives Nina one last knowing look before letting his harem drag him down to the party. She watches him go, hoping he'll look back. But he doesn't. He's moved on. She's pretty sure he knows she's watching him, and she's right.

She catches her breath and actually fans herself. She can't remember wanting someone that badly before. Not even when she first started dating her stupid-ass husband.

The party rages on. She does her best to stay out of the way, only going down occasionally to resupply snacks and drinks and to check on everyone's condition. But everything seems fine. The kids are all behaving. Okay, "behaving" might not be the right word. They're all drinking, vaping, and fooling around. But no one is getting too drunk or stoned or sick. No one seems to be taking advantage of anyone else. And all the kids are accounted for.

When the pizza arrives, she heads downstairs for help. She enlists Evan and Wade, who happily run upstairs to grab the ten boxes.

She takes one glance around the place and sees Nolan sitting on the couch, surrounded by a trio of girls. Boy, that guy's living the dream. Three hot high school chicks fawning all over him. She wouldn't be surprised if he banged all three of them tonight.

Ah well. It was a fun fantasy to think he'd want anything to do with her, but she forgot what it was like to be young. Kids don't care about adults. They just want to party with other kids. She gets it. Plus, those chicks are fucking hot. She'd sleep with them herself if she could.

She chats with a few other girls before heading back upstairs. Once again, she feels silly being so overdressed.

She sits in the kitchen and whips out a trashy novel. Within minutes, she's absorbed in the story, and she traces her nails on her knee as she gets to a sexy part.

Soon, she hears the bass thumping and the girls all squeal with delight. Sounds like Evan's friend Chris has set up his DJ equipment, and phase two of the party has begun: the rave.

God, it's been so long since she's gone dancing, and she misses it. That feeling of letting go. Of not having a care in the world and knowing that anything is possible.

She puts her book down.

Fuck it.

She goes downstairs and is greeted by the sight of kids--mostly girls--jumping up and down, arms in the air, skirts twirling, bodies coming together.

Suddenly, Micki grabs her hand and pulls her into the fray. Nina pretends to demur, but the girls all insist she join them. She dances politely. At first. But then the bass drops, and she can't help but laugh as she and her little group of girls start hopping up and down with the beat.

If she thought the kids would find her dancing with them cringey, she was mistaken. The more Nina gets into it, the more the girls whoop it up. Their energy encourages her to let go, and soon, she's twisting and swaying her ass. She lifts her hair and unleashes a whoop of her own.

That kicks the party into a new gear, as now all the boys who weren't paying much attention are suddenly paying lots of attention.

Who can blame them, especially as Nina starts to get more and more into the music. They watch her skirt flare out as she spins, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs.

Someone shuts off the overhead lights, so the only source of illumination is Chris's set of roving LED wash lights. Colors swirl, and the music deepens, becoming increasingly hypnotic and mesmerizing. She becomes a whirlwind, hair and skirt flying every which way.

Hands grope her. At first, it's just innocent contact, but as the kids press in around her, she feels more and more contact, more and more of which feels intentional.

She knows at this point she should tap out and head upstairs. But that's the old Nina. New Nina is leaning into it.

She turns and grinds into Carrie, looking over her shoulder at the girl to let her know she's just being goofy. Carrie loves it, though, and she runs her hands up Nina's sides and onto Nina's arms, which Nina raises to the heavens. Nina spins around to do the same to her, but someone, a guy, a large guy, presses up against her. She can feel his groin graze against her backside. She glances over her shoulder to see who is being so brazen, only to find Adrian staring appreciatively down at her ass.

Rather than turn around and smack him, she flashes her long eyelashes up at him and leans back, her shoulder blade pressed against his chest, as if to say, "Okay, mister man. What've you got for me?"

Thus encouraged, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her into him. She allows him to get in one serious grind before she spins around and gives him a naughty smile.

Other hands are on her now. Many hands. She can't tell whose hands because the lights start flickering with the beat. And since it's so dark and the hands are anonymous, she lets it happen--even when the hands drift down to her thighs.

One hand grabs her breast, and she places her hand on top of his to keep it there. She doesn't want to know who it belongs to. She just wants whoever it is to keep doing it because he's driving her wild.

He obliges, pulling her back and grabbing her other tit.

It's so dark and grimy, she grinds her ass into her dance partner, and his hips buck into her; she can feel his cock stiffening through his jeans. And they grind into each other for what seems like several minutes. His body engulfs hers, and the way he's bucking into her makes her think he'd be an excellent fuck.

The music is building and building, and the lights are flashing with greater and greater intensity. Another guy presses into her from the front. She can't see who it is, but from their size, it's either Adrian or Nolan. His hands reach down her back and grab her ass. She reaches up and pulls him into her. She's being dry humped by two guys. The guy behind her kisses her shoulder, and she tilts her head to let him. Her hands slide down to the other guy's ass, and she squeezes.

But then, just as the music feels like it can't go any harder, she breaks off. Just in time, too. For the beat drops once again, and WHAM! The lights go bright, illuminating the whole scene.

No one saw her getting her freak on with two guys, thank god.

Suddenly, she is surrounded once again by girls, and the intensity level drops. She scans the area where she just was. She sees all the guys she was hoping to see: Adrian, Nolan, Wade, and Clark... but there are other guys in that area, too, including Pete, Carl, and even her son. Who knows who those two guys were? She doesn't really care.

No scratch that. She does care. She especially wants to know whoever it was who was grinding her ass. God, she wants that guy to carry her upstairs and fuck her brains out.

She decides to take a breather, and she slips out of the dance area. She grabs a bottle of water and leans against the snack table, taking in the action.

She watches the boys to see if she can figure out who might have been dry-humping her. The problem is, they all look guilty. They all cast furtive glances at her. They all whisper secrets into each other's ears. They all smile the smiles of guys who got away with some sketchy shit.

Of course, they're all dancing with other girls, too. It's not like she was the only woman on the dancefloor.

She watches Tracie and Nolan dance. Tracie turns her back to him, and his arms drape around her. That doesn't look like anything anyone was doing to her. So maybe it wasn't him. And it definitely wasn't Adrian. He was too far away. That doesn't leave many suspects.

She doesn't have much time to dwell on it, though. The music starts building once again, and Morgan leaves the circle to grab her hand. She pulls Nina back into the fray.

This time, Nina's ready. Ready to go hard.

The lights start flashing again, only now they stay off longer than they stay on.

Once again, she's in the thick of it. She raises her hands and flings her hair from side to side. Morgan and Carrie grind up against her. Carrie spins her around, and Nina finds herself twirling into the boys.

Hands grope her from all directions like a Venus flytrap seizing its victim. Only this victim is a willing participant. She bucks her hips and lets the boys have at her, hoping to find the guy who was grinding her from behind.

Bodies press up against her sides, her front, her back. She twirls and grinds and spins, soaking in the attention. She dances with Wade; she dances with Clark. She grinds up against Adrian, and she even manages to press her ass into Nolan. She's still not sure who was giving her the chills, though. She spins around and around. Hands grab her ass, her waist, her tits. She keeps moving, not letting any one guy have their way, but letting several get their cheap little thrills.