Hockey Mom Goes Hard

Even though she's had three orgasms, she wants more. She's always been like this. Sex makes her crave more sex--especially when she hasn't had it for a while. So, after pleasuring herself with her dildo, she whips off her dress and torn pantyhose and crawls into bed, dildo in hand, ready for more action...

But then she remembers. She needs to lock up the house.

So much for having a responsible adult at the helm to make sure everyone at the party is okay. She sighs, throws on her pajama pants and a tank top, and heads downstairs.

She checks the second floor. She doesn't expect to find anyone since all the bedrooms are locked. Even though she doesn't really care what the kids do at these parties, there is a limit. She doesn't want her house to turn into a brothel. She checks the bathroom, and it's empty.

She descends to the first floor. She finds a couple of girls passed out on the couch in the living room, but otherwise, the place is empty.

Down into the basement. The rave has stopped, and many of the kids are passed out or are otherwise occupied. She does a quick headcount. Two on the first floor, six playing video games, including her son, three over by the DJ equipment, four passed out on the two couches, and one in the bathroom. That's sixteen.

As she's counting, she can't help but look for clues to figure out who her Mystery Man is. She's not exactly sure what to look for. She knows he's tall, but that describes maybe six of the suspects, so, not much help. She looks to see if any of the six are avoiding her gaze, or even the opposite, if anyone is giving her a knowing look. But she gets no clue, and Clark, one of the suspects, is passed out.

Speaking of her Mystery Man, she can hear two kids getting it on in the mechanicals closet where Mystery Man fucked her...

She hates to do it, but she knocks on the door and kicks them out. It's Wade and Carrie.

"Sorry, guys. I can't have anyone getting hurt in here," she says as she locks the door. She examines Wade's face to see if maybe he was her Mystery Man, but if he is, he shows no sign of acknowledging it.

Well, that's eighteen kids accounted for. She's missing two.

"Anyone seen Adrian and Nolan?" she whispers to those few who are still awake.

No one has.

Fuck.

She opens the sliding glass door to the backyard and calls for them.

Nothing.

She sighs and locks the door, briefly imagining various horrific headlines in tomorrow's papers, all implicating her in the death of two beloved high school hockey players.

Don't panic, Nina. They're not dead.

She taps her son's shoulders and asks him to call them. He nods and whips out his phone, but gets no answer.

Fuck.

Okay, she's starting to panic a little.

She heads upstairs and opens the front door. She steps outside and calls for the boys. No response. Fuck. She enters her house, locks the door, and is about to set the alarm when she

hears someone in the garage.

Oh, thank god. She enters and sees the two of them rummaging through the fridge for snacks.

"Mrs. G," Adrian says, smiling the smile of a guy who got to grind the ass of everyone's favorite MILF.

She blushes. Even though she knows he wasn't her Mystery Man, she can't help but imagine what an incredible fuck he would be. So tall and strong. So confident and naughty.

"Adrian. Have fun tonight?"

"Not bad," he says, letting his eyes drift down her body. Fuck. She looks hot no matter what she's wearing. He imagines pulling her pink PJs down and eating her ass. God, he's hungry. "Though the night is still young."

She nods, trying her best to play it cool. She looks over at Nolan, who's avoiding eye contact. Maybe he is her Mystery Man after all. The thought that she may have fucked the hottest guy in town thrills her, even if she didn't know it was him at the time.

But then she smells something. Distinct and herbal.

Oh. That's why he looks guilty.

She smiles and approaches him.

"Let's see it."

"Hm?" he says, finally meeting her gaze, trying to look innocent through his bloodshot eyes.

She closes the fridge door and gives him a knowing look. She holds out her hand. "Come on."

He grins and holds out the vape. She takes it and blushes slightly when her fingers brush his.

"Caught us," he says.

"Mm." She examines it, wondering what she should do in this situation--or more precisely, what she wants to do right here, right now.

She couldn't give a fuck that they were smoking pot. She's been smelling it all night, and besides, she's caught plenty of kids smoking weed at her parties in the past. She doesn't care about that. But there's a tension in the air. Something has shifted slightly. She's caught them in the act, and they're nervous about what she might do. It gives her a sense of power.

No, that's not it. Not exactly.

It makes her feel like she's starring in a bad porn movie.

Warmth rushes to her groin.

Oh fuck. She can't believe she's about to do what she's about to do.

But she's about to do it.

She purses her lips and eyes them.

She tuts.

"What should I do with you two?"

They eye each other nervously, but only for a second before Nolan's instincts take over. He's never been in trouble. Not really. He's too charming.

"You could let us go..." He says, raising a devilish eyebrow.

"I could..." she purrs the next words... "but what fun would that be?"

Now they look at each other. Oh. So it's going to be like that, is it?

She looks down at the vape. "How does this thing work, anyway? In my day, we just smoked joints."

"Here," Adrian says, maneuvering behind her. And suddenly, she's surrounded. Surrounded by two enormous, handsome, powerful hockey players. Nolan in front, Adrian behind. She flashes back to the dancefloor when two guys were grinding the shit out of her and how sexy that made her feel.

Adrian reaches forward, his arms sliding past hers. She can feel his breath on her shoulder. He points to the vape. "You just hold the button and inhale."

She looks up through her eyelashes at Nolan.

"Like this?"

She raises the device to her lips and maintains eye contact as she takes a deep breath. He smiles down at her but doesn't say anything. She can't tell from his expression if he's her Mystery Man, but she doesn't care, exactly. She's going to fuck him either way.

"Yeah," whispers Adrian. He slowly brings his hands up and dares to touch her bare arms. When she doesn't freak out, he draws his fingers up her biceps. "Just like that. Deep breath... hold it..."

He traces his fingers down her arms and looks at Nolan. Holy fuck. It's on, bro.

Nolan's not looking at his friend, though. He and Nina are locked in.

"Exhale," Adrian says, now gliding his fingers all over her arms. He moves in closer until his chest is barely touching her back.

She turns her head, not wanting to blow the vapor into Nolan's face. But she still maintains eye contact.

Adrian is now massaging her arms and shoulders.

"How many hits should I take?"

Still no response from Nolan. He's too busy eye-fucking her.

"At least two," Adrian says.

He slides his hands onto her waist and looks down, over her shoulder, at her chest. Her nipples are straining to burst through the cottony material.

"You should make this one even deeper," he says.

He slips his hands under her tank top and caresses her taut stomach.

She moans slightly, still looking at Nolan. She brings the vape back up to her lips and inhales.

"That's it," Adrian whispers, pulling her into him and gently grinding into her ass. His cock all ready for action. "Nice and deep. Deeper... deeper..."

She takes in as much as she can and holds it. She starts writhing as Adrian's hands roam over her torso. She bucks her hips into his groin--all the while staring at Nolan, as if she's putting on this show just for him.

"Hold it," he whispers. His lips, millimeters from her ear, his breath cascading over her. "Hold it. Hold it."

She tilts her head, and he kisses her neck.

He brings one hand up to her breast and gently massages it.

"Ahhh..." she says, letting the vapor fill the air.

"That's it," Adrian says. "That's it."

He pinches her nipple.

"Fuck," she whispers, still staring at Nolan.

She writhes and grinds into Adrian with serious intent now, and he slides his other hand down her pants.

"Yeah," she moans.

His hand finds her pussy. Her soaking wet pussy. He can't fucking believe he's doing this. That she's letting him do this.

He slips two fingers inside, and she moans and buckles, nearly dropping to her knees. But he's got her.

He curls them so they can massage her front wall.

"Oh my god," she says.

She starts grinding into his hand, and she reaches up and pulls his head down so he can kiss her neck.

He's not very experienced, but he's read what to do. He maintains his pressure and tempo, especially since she's doing most of the work. Just keep doing what he's doing until she says otherwise.

Good call.

She grinds harder and harder into his hand until she can't take it anymore, and her body takes over. She convulses and shivers in Adrian's clutches, only managing to stay standing thanks to him holding her upright.

Adrian can't fucking believe he made her cum that hard. He's only had sex with one other girl, and she was a quiet cummer. But he just made the sexiest woman in town cum so hard she nearly fell over.

He can't wait to fuck her.

Unfortunately for him, he doesn't get the chance.

Not yet.

The moment she can stand, Adrian pulls down her pants. She wants to say, "Not here," but words are failing her at the moment. She steps out of them and toward Nolan, who slides his pants down.

He lifts her, and she wraps her legs around him.

Adrian looks at his friend like, What the fuck, bro? But he's not paying attention. He hasn't broken eye contact with her this whole time.

She slides down onto his cock and starts grinding the shit out of him.

The moment she reaches his hilt, she knows he's not her Mystery Man. Dude's still got a great cock--she's never been a size queen--but she can tell he's not the same guy.

She doesn't care, though. Fuck no. He's doing exactly what he needs to be doing, which is fucking her brains out.

The fact that she's fucking her second guy of the night--and had another guy give her one hell of a hand job--makes her feel so hot, so sexy, so desired, that she starts building up to yet another orgasm.

For his part, he's in the zone. Being so high, time is slowing down for him, and the experience is intensified. He feels every single stroke, every millimeter that his cock head grazes along her walls, how tightly her lips grip his shaft.

He can feel her muscles start to tremble. She's about to cum, and, judging from the distant, "Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening" look on her gorgeous face... he knows she's about to cum hard. That's enough to send him. He just hopes he can hold out.

He does his best, edging ... edging... edging ... but he can't wait for her, he's too turned on. He shudders and explodes, unleashing a torrent of warm cum inside her. Good news: That's exactly what she was waiting for.

She can't contain her howl. She just hopes no one inside the house can hear her. Not that she cares at this precise moment, but it would be pretty embarrassing. And someone with a cellphone would probably capture the moment, ruining her life forever.

Thankfully, that doesn't happen. Instead, the two lovers hold each other through the quivers and quakes and post-coital bliss.

He lets her down, and she holds onto him to steady herself.

Before she can fully catch her breath, she feels two arms wrap around her stomach and a hard cock press against her ass.

Oh right. Adrian. She kind of left him in the lurch after he delivered a killer hand job. She feels bad, but she's not sure she's ready to go another round.

But then he slides a hand up her neck and tilts her head back until her lips meet his. He slides his cock up and down her ass crack. This submissive pose and his obvious hunger for her make her have second thoughts--especially when he slips his cock between her legs, and it brushes along the length of her opening.

Oh fuck, he's going to take what he wants, and she's powerless to stop him. And god almighty does that turn her on.

She arches her back, which grants him access. He slides inside, and she utters a faint gasp and sends her head back, her neck arching up submissively.

His cock head slides against her G-spot, causing her to instantly quiver.

He grips her throat as he sends his cock all the way inside. His other hand slides down and rubs her clit, and she's shaking before she knows what's happening. Her knees buckle, but he holds her up. The friction of her walls on his head is so intense that it only takes a few seconds before he's spurting inside her.

She folds in half, but he grabs her hips and keeps thrusting until he's finished.

As he continues to jerk from the aftershocks, he brings a hand to her ass. He caresses it... and then he gives it a gentle smack.

She stumbles forward, a smile on her lips. Oh, Christ, she loves being a plaything.

Nolan catches her, and she presses her face into his chest, rubbing his sweat on her, and inhaling his scent.

If anything, she wants more.

"Take me upstairs," she whispers to him.

She leaps into his arms. She doesn't care that she's naked from the waist down. She wants him. And Adrian. She wants them to dominate her. To fuck her senseless. And she wants it...

"Now."

He's happy to oblige.

He carries her forth and tells Adrian to get the door.

Adrian scoops up their clothes and opens the door, peeking to see if anyone is about.

The coast is clear.

Nolan carries her quickly through the kitchen and to the stairs. No one sees them as he carries her up one floor, then the next.

"Door," he says, and Adrian scoots ahead and opens her bedroom door. He closes it behind them.

"Fuck me," she says. "Now."

He lays her on the bed and rolls her over so she's on her stomach.

He climbs over her, knees on either side of her legs. She pushes herself towards him, raising her ass in the air, and he takes the invitation.

He plunges his face into her crack and licks and licks, grabbing her cheeks and pressing his face deeper and deeper inside. He sends his tongue into her asshole and worms it in as deeply as he can. He's never done this before--and neither has she--and it makes his cock stiffen even harder than it was before.

He can't wait anymore. He slides his body forward and slips his dick inside her pussy.

She groans as he fills her. And then he goes to town. He pulls back and presses in, again and again, each time, his cock slides against her G-spot, and each time she unleashes a "Fuck" here and a "Yes" there, and before he knows it, he's cumming again.

"Yes, oh my god, yes," she growls as her body tightens with pleasure.

Although Nolan is exhausted, she's filled with energy now, almost as if their jizz is refueling her.

"You!" she says, eyeing Adrian. She grabs his hand and pulls him onto the bed. She pushes him over and crawls over to his dick.

She straddles his legs and takes his shaft inside her mouth. It's not so big. She can take the whole thing at once, and it just barely threatens the back of her throat.

Perfect.

She clamps her lips around his shaft and sucks hard as she pulls her mouth up to the top of his head. Her tongue lolls around and around and around his head ... and then she milks her way down. God, she loves the taste of precum.

Once at the bottom, she sucks and licks and milks his shaft before pulling her way back up.

But.

She only gets halfway up before Adrian's hands grab her head.

He holds her steady.

Then he pulls his ass into the mattress...

... and thrusts upward.

He does it again. And again. And again.

Fuck. He's fucking her face. He's fucking Nina Green's face. His friend's mom's face. He's still stoned out of his mind, so those words keep rolling around in his head: He's fucking his friend's mom's face.

Not only is he fucking her face, but she's fucking loving it.

She grips onto the sheet and bucks her hips in time with his thrusts.

That's all Nolan has to see. He can't believe he's got anything left in the tank at this point, but he's not going to question his once-again raging hardon.

He pulls up behind her and grabs her hips.

Yes. Fuck yes, she thinks. Use me. Fuck me. Fuck my face and my pussy and anything else you want to fuck. Just fucking fuck me.

Nolan slides into her. Again. And she moans with pleasure.

It takes a second, but Adrian and Nolan start to match rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. And she growls and howls and groans every time they penetrate her to the max.

She starts shaking, her umpteenth orgasm ravaging her body.

Yes! Fuck me! Use me! Abuse me! Make me your bitch!

Her legs quiver, and she loses control of her body.

The only thing she can do is suck. She clamps her lips down tight and sucks, sucks, sucks, trying to pull the cum out of Adrian's cock ...

That added pressure does the trick, and he gushes into her, filling her mouth with jizz.

At the sound of Adrian's grunt, Nolan pulls Nina's hips, lifting her to that perfect angle where her pubic bone hits him just right...

And he jizzes inside her.

She groans and groans, her legs still shaking, her body still quivering, her mind stoned, exhausted, and one-hundred-percent cum-drunk.

The three of them collapse. She giggles for a few seconds before passing out. The others are out before she is.

She sleeps hard. It's the kind of sleep that only extreme exertion and marijuana can bring. It's not restful. But it is all-consuming. Even when she wakes, she's still half asleep.

She comes to briefly when Adrian's alarm goes off. He and Nolan have basketball practice. They struggle to get out of bed and struggle to find their clothes. They stumble around the room, giggle, and thank Mrs. G for the amazing party. She mumbles, fairly incoherently, about how they need to keep their mouths shut if they want to do this again, but she doesn't hear their response before she's back asleep.

Evan's not doing much better; he's quite hungover. But since he slept in the basement with most of his friends, he can't exactly sleep in, especially when some of them have to get off to basketball or volleyball practice.

He sleepily says goodbye to them, one by one, until the place is empty. He looks at the time. It's nearly noon. Where the heck is his mom?

He climbs the stairs and taps on her door.

"Mom?"

No response. This is really not like her. She's usually up by 6:30, no matter what time she goes to bed.

He knocks harder. Still no response.

He inches open the door. She's there, all right. All of her.

He swallows at the sight of his naked mother lying on the bed. He creeps into the room to get a better look.

Fucking hell, what a body. Even now, when she's sprawled out on the bed in a less-than-flattering pose, she's still a fucking knockout. Evan has fantasized about seeing her ass many times before, but the reality is even better than his imagination. He so wants to reach out and caress it.

While he's studying his naked mother, he is glad to see that she's still breathing.

So that's something.

He hears a car pull into the driveway.

Fuck.

Dad's home.

He can't let him see her like this. But he also can't let her know he's in here.

So he tiptoes his way out of her room and closes the door.

"I'm home," his father bellows, his voice filling the house.

Evan hopes he didn't wake up Mom.

He creeps downstairs. Evan has no business being on the third floor, since only the master bedroom suite is up there. Thankfully, he's able to get halfway down to the first floor before his dad sees him.