Chapter: Arizona
David
I was psyched for our season starting, but I knew the first game was just a scrub match. Coach has the college football mentality of scheduling a punching bag to start every season, so we can work out any kinks during an actual game, without the threat of losing. We played a lower-tier school, that wasn't even good at their tier of play.
The final score was 84-0.
They never even passed mid-field. I personally had four passing touchdowns and a 75-yard rushing TD, all in the first half, before sitting the entire second half to allow my backup to get game experience.
After the game, instead of getting on the bus with the team, I hopped into mom's Cadillac Escalade and we drove to the airport, no time for a shower. I was excited to go see Arizona. However, the football program wasn't what excited me. Even though the Wildcats are a 'Power Five' program, their football team has been awful for a long time. However, Arizona's baseball team is typically in the Top-25 rankings, which was a definite selling point, but not good enough for me to take an interest in the Wildcats.
The entire reason I chose to give Arizona a shot, was for the same reason Hall of Fame Patriot's tight end Rob Gronkowski famously went to the University of Arizona; the girls wear almost nothing all day because of the extreme heat. That's not to mention the party lifestyle.
Instead of choosing from any of the college football blue blood that wanted him, Gronk chose Arizona because it was the best party school, and I wanted to see if it lived up to the hype. A bonus was taking this trip with my sexy mom. Going with dad would have been awesome, but I always liked hanging out with mom more, anyway.
The banter on the airplane was playful with mom, as it usually was. One thing she teased me about, hard, was my lack of a shower, but it didn't seem to bother her too much because she kept snuggling into my chest, trying to take a nap. This made it look like we were more of a couple rather than mother and son.
It was not a surprise, being six-foot-five-inches tall, people rarely dare to guess that I am younger than twenty-five. A twenty-five-year-old could already be in a relationship with a thirty-four-year-old woman, but mom still looked like she was in college. Her relentless dedication to health, fitness and proper sleep had served her very well, keeping her looking like she could be twenty-one years old. Thirty minutes into the flight, I leaned my seat back a little and went to sleep with mom already asleep, leaning on my chest.
Sofia
My son's sweat wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't unpleasant either. It just smelled like... men. A primal man. I couldn't get enough of the scent. So, I found an excuse to just snuggle into his chest and let myself fall asleep there. I was woken up when the pilot announced the plane's descent. Sitting up in my seat, I looked down and realized there was a wet spot in my white, paper-bag shorts. I could feel that my panties were soaked.
I really need to get laid,
I thought to myself, then quickly covered my lap with my hands, hoping no one had seen.
This has to stop happening. I can '
t keep soaking though every pair of panties and pants I put on. I turned to my left and noticed my son staring down my cleavage in my pink tank-top and matching pink bra. I didn't bother to cover myself, partly to keep the mess between my legs hidden, but mostly because having my son staring at me sent a thrill down my spine that ended up causing my pussy to twitch and gush again.
Dammit, Haru, come home and fuck me already.
After getting off the plane, I went to the bathroom to try to clean myself up. I decided there was no point in wearing the soaked pink panties anymore, so I took them off and placed them in my purse. We got our bags and picked up the rental car before driving to the hotel, arriving around one in the morning,
David had called the Arizona coaches as soon as the plane landed, letting them know he was in town. The football coaches wanted to meet him in the morning and the baseball coaches after that.
When we got up to the hotel room, there was an immediate problem. There was only one bed - a king in the middle of the room. "Let me go down and get them to switch rooms, sweetheart," I said to my son.
"Don't bother, mom, I'm too tired to deal with it. Besides, there is a football game tomorrow, the hotel is probably completely booked."
"Sweetie, can't we just see if they have a double bed available?"
"No. It's one-thirty here, which means it's three-thirty back home. I have to wake up in six hours for this recruiting trip and probably won't be in bed again until after two in the morning tomorrow. I don't want to spend the time switching rooms. I'll take the door side, you can have the other side, a king-sized bed is big enough to share."
I was taken aback by the absolute command in his voice. I'd never heard him talk like that before, at least, not to me. Apparently, it wasn't just his body that demanded obedience from women, but everything about him. I felt my submissive side swoon in a way that it'd never done for anyone but Haru. I started thinking
Holy shit, those girls never had a chance. I bet he just points at the girls in his school, and they submit.
David stripped down to his boxers and lay down on his side of the bed, getting under the covers and going to sleep. I took my nightshirt and shorts out of the suitcase and changed in the bathroom before gently slipping under the covers on my side of the bed, trying to position myself so I wouldn't make contact with my son. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep on the comfortable mattress.
***
A phone alarm woke me up. Seven-thirty AM. The phone played a gentle chime, so I let the pleasant music keep playing, in no rush to turn it off. As my awareness spread, I realized I was being held by a strong arm wrapped around my side with its hand lightly holding my right breast. I was in the middle of the bed, fully snuggled into David. I could hear and feel his soft breathing, indicating he was still asleep.
I knew I should have immediately tried to remove David's hand, but instead, I allowed myself to enjoy the embrace for a few moments before I reluctantly moved David's arm and reached over to turn off the phone alarm. Turning in the bed, I did the most motherly thing possible - I kissed David on the forehead to wake him up, and immediately realized my mistake.
I wasn't a mother walking her son's room to wake him up. I was a woman, whose pussy was on fire twenty-four-seven, under the covers in bed with an almost nude man, who fucks everything in a skirt. I felt the full weight of the situation in my clit immediately. Fortunately, David wasn't awake yet, so he didn't see the look of panic that must have come across my face.
Getting out of bed and going to the shower, I heard David stir as the water started. With the water running, I slid my right hand between my legs and covered my mouth with my left. I tried to focus on Haru and Natasha, trying to keep David out of my thoughts. It wasn't working. Like the dominating bull he was, my son kept bashing his way into my masturbatory dream - I hated him for that.
It '
s my mind, get the fuck out, son! I screamed in my head, but he wouldn't leave. My son's dominate energy started to completely consume my psyche.
Every thought of Haru morphed into David, every caress from Natasha turned into an embrace from David. I finally surrendered to the perversion, and let myself masturbate to thoughts of my son. Fingers furiously rubbing my clit, hot water running down my body as I started to bite down on the hand covering my mouth to keep the moans of pleasure in.
I felt my legs start to squeeze together and weaken as my excitement grew and grew before I finally let out a screech as my hand slipped off my mouth, right when the most powerful orgasm I'd had in years, shook my body. I lost all strength in my legs, and fell to the floor of the shower, passing out.
I woke up a few moments later, looking up into the very concerned face of my son. I wasn't in the bathroom anymore, I was on the bed, NAKED.
