Tiffany walked into her home, sore and cranky, not having changed or showered at all from the tough practice. Too many of the players, boys and girls, had fucked up simple drills they had practiced over and over. As captain it fell on her to bear the brunt of the responsibility.
"Dinner is in the fridge. I have a late meeting with Singapore. I won't be home tonight. Love, Mom."
The note rested on the table next to the main door. Rolling her eyes, Tiffany expected nothing else.
"This shit better be worth it. At least my cunt gets a rest tonight. I still think I'm leaking goo from the other night," she complained. "I'll accomplish my goals and then there will not be any more need of that damned book."
Walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge, Tiffany scoffed at the dinner.
"Least you can do is make something different than casserole again, mom," Tiffany commented, tossing it into the microwave. "And why am I the one who has to take it? Why couldn't I be the one to get the cock and fuck you? If I wanted to get fucked by a cock I'd just get a boyfriend."
Her attitude completely flipped compared to the other night. Getting fucked by a huge, supernatural futa cock would do that to a woman, but an evening of momentary lust did not completely change her attitude.
Bzzzzz...
Feeling the vibration of the cellphone in her pocket, Tiffany pulled it out to see who wanted what now.
"Seriously, another practice again tomorrow after getting our butts handed to us today?"
The coach had sent out a mass text to all the players on the team mailing list through their official school emails. The message told the teams to get ready for another hard practice before a day of rest before the weekend game.
So far after their excellent home opener the team's morale shot through the roof and Tiffany wanted to make sure they won again on the weekend. She just did not think the coach would run them ragged so early in the season.
"Guess I better get the ice ready. I think I'm going to need it."
Bzzzzz...
"What now again?" Tiffany scoffed.
Looking at her phone again, she saw the message from a teammate.
"Can you believe it? Some of us have a life, ya know."
As annoying as it was to practice again so soon, it was only that to Tiffany, an annoyance. She planned to go pro so getting a text from a teammate wanting to bitch about it to her, only made the captain not trust her commitment. Thinking was one thing, making it known was another.
"We signed the contract she gave us at the start of the season. We knew this would happen going into it."
Tiffany hit send, hoping that'd be that for the evening. Coach Rodriguez made it known at the start of the season what to expect, spelled out in a multi-page contract. She said it'd prepare them for the real world, for the companies and corporations that made its workers sign any number of documents to work for them. Part of that contract, hidden deep within one of the terms, outlined all non-essential, non-emergency communications to be sent to the team captains first.
So when her phone buzzed again with another player sending a complaint about practice, Tiffany had only herself to blame. She didn't have to be the captain. Coach Rodriguez didn't put a gun to her temple, cock the hammer, and threaten her life to put on the armband. Nope, Tiffany craved the power and prestige, and with it came annoyances such as these.
The microwave dinged. Opening the door, a sweet, delicious smell emanated from the plate. Even though she complained it was casserole, her mother did make great meals. She took the plate, letting it rest on the kitchen counter while nosing around in the fridge. Out came two bottles. One with a thick looking, white goo inside the bottle. The other plain water.
"I guess this is one way to get my fill if I'm not getting fucked."
Pouring the goo, it quickly melted into the cheese, macaroni and beef, as if it were Caesar or ranch dressing. It helped add to the delicious aroma filling up the kitchen. Taking the plate, fork, and water over to the living room, Tiffany put her feet up to watch highlights from women's leagues around the world. She wanted to study at the same time as feasting.
Male and female soccer are the same but different. Same rules, same nets, same balls, but their abilities were vastly different. The men were taller, stronger, faster than the women. Nothing Tiffany could do about that. Studying the men's game, while not a total waste of time, would not fit her goals. To compete with the women, she needed to study the women.
"Why did mom's cum have to taste good as a dressing," Tiffany commented, chewing the first bite of her dinner. "The things I have to do to compete."
"Tonight's highlight of the night comes all the way from the Italian leagues. Bianchi, Roma's star striker is lighting up the highlight shows with two wonder strikes in two, thanks to the magical passing of Krystal Knight," the TV announcer commented. "The veteran is showing all-star form, skipping the rocks on the pond to set up a fantastic hip high goal."
"After moving to Roma, some people thought her career was on the downward spiral, but the capital is singing her praises..."
Tiffany kept eating, completely focused on examining, admiring Krystal's form. She taped all the highlight shows to give her something to watch during her downtime, but as a defender it allowed her to learn how to better position and defend against freak goals. She knew exactly how Bianchi got the proper angle thanks to the opposing defender not marking her correctly.
It sounded arrogant. How would some no-name high schooler, with the luxury of hindsight and a rewind button, be able to do better than a pro in the heat of the moment? She just knew. A piece of her brain processed the situation quicker and understood the threat.
Finishing dinner and the highlight show, Tiffany turned the TV off and headed upstairs. If her mother had work tonight, she'd find a different way to take care of the urge between her legs.
X
Nik sat on the couch, laying back, listening to the loud, raunchy, sucking noise coming from between his legs. Veronika bobbed her head up and down ravenously, slurping and sucking without any filter, trying to get every drop of cum from her son's balls. Truth be told, the stench of sweat didn't exactly get her cunt dripping wet, but after he stumbled into the house, exhausted from the day's practice, she wasn't going to berate him for not smelling like flowers.
"I can't imagine now what it was like to come back from practice without you sucking me off, Mommy," Nik commented, eyes closed to enjoy the hardcore service.
All Veronika told him to do, before stripping and sitting, was to give her time to grab some towels so his stench and sweat wouldn't infect the couch. All the mouth slop, all the rolling beads of physical exertion, ruined the towels instead. A simple wash away from clean. She already had to replace one couch and a couple mattresses from the birthday orgy.
Nik also got the text message from the coach, telling him about the next day's practice. He showed it to Veronika, letting her know she'd be kneeling before him again for the same kind of pick-me-up after school tomorrow.
"Baby, I'll suck you off as much as you want. Lay back, relax, and enjoy. Don't worry about saying a single word. Let Mommy take care of her big boy. You'll be fresh for tomorrow," she told him, rubbing his thick cock against her cheek at the same time.
The warm cock rubbing against her face made Veronika's pussy wet. With every act of sexual depravity together, more and more of the initial hesitation she felt during his birthday melted away. Each sexual act made her crave, need the next like an addict needing their next fix.
She wasted no more time talking, stuffing the cock back into her wet, warm, happy mouth while fondling his balls to coax the cum to the very top. Veronika wore a simple pair of bedtime top and shorts. Nothing too sexy but her supermodel looks filled the outfit well that anything she wore radiated sexiness.
"I think Tiffany improved a lot during the summer break. She is making me wonder if I trained enough. I don't know how I did it but I used my blood to push myself faster than before in order to keep in front of her. She'd have humiliated me if I lost to her during the last practice. It felt good using that power. I wonder what other tricks I can conjure up? Does the family tome mention anything about it?" Nik asked.
Veronika took a moment to answer, too busy enjoying sucking cock. His cock came out from the greedy mouth with a plop, but she kept stroking him off with her delicate fingers.
"Could be if it weren't burnt up so badly. I never looked hard enough. Maybe now that we know we are actually vampires, maybe you can give it a look when you're not busy?" Veronika commented.
"Yeah, maybe. Aunty Krystal must be happy to have won the last game. She did spectacularly," Nik mused.
Subtly, Veronika felt his cock thicken just an extra bit in her hand. Smirking, she stroked him off faster, knowing exactly what caused the thickening.
"I'm sure she is over the moon. Shame my sister doesn't have a strong man to take care of her needs after such an adrenaline high like you have with me. All that wasted potential and passion. Just imagine, baby, her toned, athletic legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you in so deep you cannot help but fill her up to the brim with your tireless cock. Good thing I'm an incestuous deviant or I'd get jealous whenever you get hard for my sister," Veronika seductively commented.
"Three hot, horny, ravenous MILFs, ready to get fucked by you all night long, all day long. Morning, noon and night, one for each part of the day for when the mood arises in you."
Veronika continued talking dirty to Nik, wanting to make him spray all his thick goo down her throat. Just in case he lost control, the cockhead pointed directly at her mouth and face. Worst case, she'd sop it up with a finger to clean herself off.
"I know Viktoria wants to see you fuck Krystal senseless as much as you do. Although knowing my sister, if she were into men she'd happily take it up her ass if it meant guaranteeing herself not to get preggo and derail the last few years of her career."
Nik didn't allow Veronika to tease him any longer, reaching over to grab some hair to roughly push her face onto his cock. She quickly learned how to push his buttons, and every time it led to a delicious, thick milkshake of cum filling her mouth full. Up and down he thrust her hot, supermodel face all over his thick shaft. Gargling and splurting, Veronika made all manner of pornographic noises to get her son just that extra inch harder so he'd pop right down her thirsty throat.
"Damn, I'm close, mommy, so close," he grunted.
Her throat handled the pounding, like a ram battering at the doors to a castle. Every poke and prod only made her pussy wetter, a feeling she'd need to endure until Nik decided to fuck her.
Glug...glug...glug...splurt...glug...splurt...
"Fuck, here it comes," he warned her.
