Hockey Mom Goes Hard

Part Three

Nina feels like she's floating through her day. After this afternoon's fucking from Nolan and Adrian, she's never felt sexier in her life. And it shows, too. She exudes sensuality. Like at today's house showing. Although the house was a bit of a dud, the couple liked her. The husband, picking up on Nina's vibes, really liked her, so it's only a matter of time before she finds them a house and earns a fat commission.

She's gonna need the money now that she's divorcing her husband.

But she's not going to dwell on the negatives. She's still too high from getting laid.

She cooks dinner and hums quietly to herself, her ass swaying as she dances dreamily in the kitchen, stirring the spaghetti sauce. The kitchen door opens. She turns to see Evan, Wade, and Clark enter. That's unusual. Normally, they'd be on their way to hockey practice.

"Everything all right?"

"Yeah, sorry, Mom. I forgot my, uh, you know," Evan says as he dashes upstairs.

"His jock strap," Wade says with a smile.

She raises her eyebrows. "Can't leave that behind."

She eyes the two boys. Wade of the bedroom eyes and Clark of the strong forearms. She wonders if either of them was her Mystery Man. Her memory of Saturday night is a bit blurry. She seems to think one of them may have been too far away to be a likely candidate, but she can't remember. She did catch Wade with Carrie in the same closet... so maybe?

"Smells good, Mrs. G," Wade says.

"It is good. Wanna try some?"

She doesn't wait. She dips her spoon in the sauce and holds it out for him, cupping her hand underneath.

He approaches, even though he feels a bit weird being fed by Mrs. Green. No, weird isn't the right word. Turned on. Yes, that's it. Especially seeing her big brown eyes stare up at him, and he takes a sip. Fuck, she's so hot. Especially today, for some reason. She seems sexier, even though she's not wearing anything revealing, like she did on Saturday.

"Delicious."

"Mmm. Too bad you have to go to practice," she says with a sexy smile.

Wade can feel blood rushing to his groin.

"Howbout you, Clark? Wanna taste?"

He's not going to say no to that. He, too, gets turned on by her feeding him, especially as she looks at his lips when he takes a sip.

"Incredible," he says, staring into her, hoping she realizes he's talking about her, though the sauce is good, too.

"Why, thank you. I don't know what your dinner plans are, but there's plenty here. Maybe after practice, you boys can swing by."

Evan rushes back down the stairs.

"Oh, hey, Mom. You know how Wade got me tickets to see DJ Mix on Friday? Is it cool if they crash here after?"

"Of course it is," she says, eyeing both boys up and down while Evan grabs a snack. "Your friends are always welcome."

The boys fist-bump as they leave Mrs. Green's house. Then they immediately text their moms to say they won't be home for dinner. Then they message the Hot Mrs. G Snapchat group to brag about their evening plans. This earns dozens of comments, all of them expressing jealousy, most of them demanding pics.

That night, after practice, the four of them chow down on Nina's delicious spaghetti and meat sauce. Neither boy can take their eyes off her. What's more, both Wade and Clark swear she's flirting with them.

Just before dinner is over, Wade pulls out his cell phone.

"Let's do a selfie," he says, immediately turning around so his back is to the group. Even and Nina are a bit surprised by this, as the occasion doesn't seem to warrant documenting, but no one complains, and everyone smiles for the camera. Clark leans in, and his breath is taken away when Nina gently lays an arm over his shoulders.

That photo earns dozens of excited/jealous comments from their friends on Snap.

Dinner finished, the boys offer to clear the plates. Nina says, "Oh, you're too sweet, but you're my guests. Just relax."

But neither Wade nor Clark relaxes. They carry the dishes out to the kitchen and immediately start washing them in the sink--even though Nina has a perfectly fine dishwasher. Nina protests, but the boys insist.

She thanks them. Then she reaches up and scratches each one on the back.

"You boys certainly know how to treat a lady."

They shiver at her touch.

Both boys will pleasure themselves thinking about her tonight, fantasizing about scoring with her on Friday. But what they don't know is that Nina will pleasure herself fantasizing about them, too.

She whips out her trusty ribbed dildo and plants it on the wooden floor. She uses her hand to coat it in her juices, which are already flowing just from the thought of how clearly eager those two boys are to fuck her.

She imagines getting double penetrated, with Clark ravishing her from behind while Wade fucks her face so she can stare up at his gorgeous bedroom eyes. She can't decide what would be hotter, for Clark to fuck her vag or her ass, so she decides both.

She grips the dildo with her feet as is her custom. She doesn't need to. The suction cup is good enough that it will hold its ground even if she gives the thing a vigorous workout. But she loves the thought of gripping a guy's cock with her toes while she rides that thing off into the sunset.

Toes in place, she lowers herself onto the dildo and bucks her hips slightly so the tip runs the length of her opening.

Where was she? Oh right. Getting DPed.

Oh yeah, she loved that with Adrian and Nolan. Fuck, she loved everything she did with Adrian and Nolan. Now that she's thinking about them, she realizes that what would be even hotter than getting DPed by Wade and Clark would be if she could be riding Nolan while Clark fucks her ass and Wade fucks her face. Oh my god, she thinks as she presses down onto the dildo. She's not even sure how that would work physically, but she doesn't care. The idea of three dicks abusing her immediately makes her orgasm start to build, which is nice, but also a bit of a shame. She had been kind of hoping for a nice, slow night of masturbation, where she can quietly daydream and let the O build and build until she finally unleashes it with a big finish. But that's not in the cards tonight. She's too turned on. This one's gonna be a big, bursty orgasm, which is nice, no doubt, but that kind always leaves her wanting more, whereas if she takes her time, she can build up to a big finish that will wipe her out and give her a killer night's sleep.

But whatever. An O's an O.

Where was she? Right, getting triple-teamed by Wade, Clark, and Nolan. They're all out of sync at first, just like Adrian and Nolan were. But then she manages to get them into a nice, coordinated rhythm, and soon, she's imagining the sensation of being filled in every orifice at once.

She's almost there...

Oh. What if Adrian were there, too? Not plowing her--she doesn't have holes in this scenario--but maybe he's smacking her with his rock-hard cock. And ordering her to take the way he did the other night. She loves what a cocky asshole he can be.

That final image brings her orgasm home. She rises off the dildo and lets her body shake and shake and settle down, before she's ready to go another round. This time, all the boys change positions.

Tuesday comes and goes. As she told Nolan and Adrian, she really was incredibly busy. On the plus side, she sold a house. On the downside, she was really horny all day long and had no way to relieve herself.

That night, though, she gives herself a serious workout with her trusty dildo. She runs through various scenarios, trying to imagine ways to get Wade and Clark away from Evan so she can fuck them. She wonders which one of them might be her Mystery Man. She guesses it's Clark. He's the taller of the two, and she thinks he might be the best candidate. But she also fantasizes about Wade revealing himself as her mystery lover; his enormous cock filling her to capacity.

Wednesday morning, she spends a few minutes picking out something slutty to wear for her date with Adrian and Nolan. She has to meet with a few clients in the morning, so she has to look professional, but she puts on a sexy red dress that hugs her curves, and under it she wears nothing except her silkiest, sexiest pantyhose.

She can feel herself getting wet just putting it on. Then she gets even wetter imagining them sucking on her toes.

Clients met, deals struck, houses shown, she swings back to the house at twelve thirty, ready to get her groove on.

Once inside, she considers ditching the dress just to see their faces when they enter, but decides she'd rather they undress her instead.

The kitchen door opens. She bites her lip and turns around...

...only to see Evan standing there.

He stares at her in that dress. She blinks back at him.

"Were you expecting someone, Mom?"

His mind races to the worst-case scenario: that she invited some guy to the house to fuck her.

Actually, the worst-case scenario would be that she had invited his father back to the house. But honestly, any guy would be terrible.

"No," she says in a way that is not terribly convincing. "I'm just surprised to see you."

"Yeah. Gas leak at school, so they sent everyone home."

She gulps.

She hears a car pull up to the house. Oh fuck. Please, please, please don't let that be Nolan and Adrian.

"Is someone here?" Evan says, about to turn around to go see.

"Yeah, Kathy from work. Actually, can you do me a favor and grab that big bag down in the basement? The one with all the tape measures and such? It's too heavy for me."

"Oh yeah, sure thing."

He hops to it. And just in time, too, for Nolan and Adrian come bounding up the stoop.

Nina sees them and gestures wildly. She mouths, "Evan's here!"

Adrian doesn't get it. He's about to enter anyway, figuring she was reluctant last time and they still fucked, but Nolan understands. He grabs his friend and yanks him back to the car.

"What the hell, bro?" Adrian says.

"Evan's home."

They hop in the car and immediately back out of the driveway.

"Did you see her in that dress, man?"

Nolan smiles. Yeah, he did.

Evan brings the heavy bag up the stairs.

"Thanks, baby. False alarm, though. It wasn't her. They were just using our driveway to turn around."

"Oh," Evan says, trying to hide the suspicion in his voice.

Fuck. His mom was totally about to bone someone.

"Why you all dressed up, anyway?" he asks later that afternoon.

"We had a professional photographer in the office today, taking our headshots."

"Oh. Well, you look nice. I'm sure the photos will be great."

"Thanks, baby," she says.

She gets a text message from Nolan: "Come to my house tonight. Adrian's staying over. 2148 Creek Road."

She blushes at the thought of getting a booty call from her son's eighteen-year-old friend. There's no way she's going to go to this kid's house. And risk getting caught? Fuck that. Besides, if his room is anything like Evan's? No, thank you. She might be desperate for dick, but she's not that desperate.

And yet, as the day goes on, she keeps finding excuses not to change out of her dress.

Finally, around ten, she tells Evan she's going out to meet Kathy for a drink and not to wait up for her.

"Mom, if you're going on a date, you can just tell me."

She looks aghast, which doesn't have the effect she is hoping for.

"No, baby, I'm just getting drinks."

"Okay," he says, though she can tell he's not convinced.

She sighs. "Okay, I'm sorry. I am going on a date. I shouldn't have tried to trick you."

A pit forms in his stomach, but he puts on a brave face. "With who?"

"Someone I met. I really don't want to answer a lot of questions, if that's all right with you. I'm new at this whole dating thing, and I'm still a bit shell-shocked from everything going on with your dad."

He nods, trying to hide his... well, his jealousy. "Have fun."

She leaves, feeling horrible about still lying to her son, but at least he knows part of the truth.

He watches her walk to the car, her ass swaying in that dress.

Fuck.

She parks half a block away from Nolan's house. She can tell by the cars that his parents are home. What in the world is she doing? She should just turn around and go home.

Her phone buzzes, scaring the shit out of her. It's a text from her husband. Oh great, he's going to sue her for the house. She ignores him and instead texts Nolan to tell him she's here.

"BRT" he replies. She assumes that means "Be right there." She checks her hair and makeup in the mirror. Let's go get fucked.

The sound of her heels clicking on the cold black asphalt thrills her. She feels like a femme fatale in a pulp fiction novel. As she approaches the house, she sees Nolan walking around the side. He motions to her.

Turns out, he and Adrian are spending the night in the guest house out back. Must be nice to be rich, she thinks.

"You look nice," he says as he opens the door for her.

"I look hot as shit," she says. She turns her dark brown eyes on him, and he wilts slightly under her gaze. "And don't you forget it."

"Yes, ma'am."

Adrian hands her a glass filled with a reddish-brown liquid. She eyes it suspiciously, then feels a little silly for being paranoid. After all, she's answering a booty call. Plus, it's not like they haven't done everything to her already. Still, being a woman in this world has made her extra cautious.

"What's this?"

"Sherry," Adrian says.

She raises an eyebrow. "Sherry?"

He shrugs. "It's all we could get."

"Yeah, we had to nick something that my folks wouldn't miss," Nolan adds.

"I'm good, thanks."

"You okay, Mrs. G?" Adrian asks, wondering why the woman is suddenly massaging her temples.

"Yeah, no, I'm good," she says unconvincingly. "I'm just suddenly flashing back to when I was your age and had to resort to stealing my parents' hooch."

But the real reason she's groaning inwardly is the fact that she's only now realizing how fucking young these boys are. Yes, she knew they were eighteen. Yes, she's known most of her son's friends for at least four years. But she got over it, mostly because of her crash-out, but also because Evan and his friends are bigger than your average eighteen-year-old. They're all jocks. Plus, they all tower over her. So it was easy to ignore how much of a cradle-robber she was being.

But this glass of sherry just brought everything crashing back down. What the fuck was she doing here? It was one thing to have a crash-out at a party and drink too much and smoke some pot and let herself go--especially when it was in her house, where she was ostensibly in control. And yes, she let these two boys have their way with her on Monday--and that had been thrilling. But that had still been at her place. There was something about them coming to her that made her feel like she still had some hand in this... relationship, if you could call it that.

But being summoned to Nolan's house like a prostitute?

Yeah, that felt... icky. She couldn't quite put her finger on why it was different, but it was.

Here she was answering a booty call from two boys. Boys who weren't even old enough to buy their own drinks.

Plus, lying to her son about who she was seeing, knowing that it would absolutely ruin his social life once this got out--and she knew it was only a matter of time.

"I shouldn't be here," she says suddenly.

"What?"

"But you just got here," Nolan says.

She gives them a sad smile. "I'm sorry, boys. I have a lot going on right now--"

"Nothing that some good dick can't fix," Adrian says.

That was the wrong thing to say, and he realizes it the moment her eyes flash angrily at him. He isn't sure exactly why it was the wrong thing to say, especially since she seemed to like dirty talk on Monday, but he desperately wishes he could take it back.

"Please don't go," he says, hoping that dropping his macho act will help.

"Yeah, whatever is wrong, we'll fix it," Nolan adds, joining his friend. Although Nolan has had plenty of sex for an eighteen-year-old, no one has ever rocked his world like Mrs. Green. And the notion that she might leave hits him like a kick to the groin. No one has ever said no to him before. What's more, he's pretty sure that if she leaves now, he'll never get to be with her again.

"It's not you boys, it's me. You've been great. Really. I'm just feeling a little... disgusted with myself, if I'm being honest."

"Why?" Nolan says, truly not understanding. After all, they're of age. Who cares if she's twice as old as them? She's hot. They're hot. They're obviously hot together... What's the problem?

"We'll do anything." Adrian literally drops to his knees before her.

Well, look at that. There's a scared little kid hiding under that hulking, macho, cocky personality after all.

"Aw, that's sweet, baby," she says. She reaches out and cups his face. How funny to see Adrian, of all people, down on his knees. "But..."

He interrupts her by kissing the palm of her hand. He can be really tender when he wants to be.

When she doesn't immediately pull away, Nolan kneels before her as well. But instead of waiting for her to touch his face, he bends down and kisses her foot.

She can't help but giggle. "Now, listen, boys..." but her voice trails off as Nolan keeps kissing her foot, paying special attention to her toes that are peeking through the opening.

Adrian wants some of that action, so he bends down and begins kissing her other foot. Then his tongue stretches out and licks her big toe.

She gasps slightly.

"Boys..." she says, trying to remain focused on whatever it was that was so important.

Nolan reaches out and unbuckles her shoe.

So does Adrian.

Then they begin worshipping her feet in earnest.

God, she has such beautiful, delicate feet. Perfectly manicured. Neither boy has ever once even thought about a girl's feet before. But hers in those black nylons? Fucking hell.

And something about them being prone before her shifts things. Okay, yes, she paid a booty call. But here they are, groveling before her, kissing and licking her feet. If that's not her having the upper hand, she doesn't know what is.

As much as she loved being their sex toy before, now she's looking forward to a different kind of role play tonight.

She steps out of her shoes and backs up. They look at her questioningly. She motions with her finger for them to come-hither.

She sits down on a comfortable couch and stretches her legs out before her.

They eye each other and crawl to her.

"Let's get a few things straight, shall we? First things first: you do exactly what I say." She mulls this over for a second before adding, "Actually, that's the only rule. Do you understand the assignment?"

"Yes ma'am," Adrian says.

Nolan nods. This will be new for him, but he's into it.

"Worship my feet. Wait. Take off your clothes first."

She watches them hurriedly whip off their shirts, sneakers, pants, and underwear. There it is. The money shot. Fuck, look at their bodies. So ripped and massive. Huge, buff, sexy guys, so eager to please her. That thought floods her groin with warmth.

"Okay, boys. On your knees. I want you to rub my feet while you kiss and lick and worship them. Tonight I wanna feel like a princess."

Nolan is slightly embarrassed at how hard he is at being ordered around by this woman. He grabs an ottoman and pulls it over, guiding it under her legs, so she can prop them up.

"Gold star for you, Nolan. You'll get your prize at the end. Now. I've had a hard day. Make me forget it."

"Yes, ma'am," Adrian says.

And they both get to work.

She sighs and moans at every caress and lick and massaged pressure point. She murmurs sweet instructions, encouraging them, correcting them when they press too hard or go too fast.

"That's it. Let your tongues explore between my toes... ah, yes. That's it. Use your thumbs right there... oh my god, that feels heavenly."