The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.
Author's Note: When I was writing this story, I thought it might interest some readers who have never been to the States to read about how "soccer" is viewed in US schools. The sport definitely takes a backseat to other, more popular American sports like American football, baseball, and basketball. In most high schools soccer is fourth in popularity, but in some cases it may fall below a school's wrestling or track programs as well.
What I did not realize was that the term "scrimmage" has a completely different connotation in the UK. There, it is regarded as a rugby term, referring to the placement of the ball between scrum lines. I understand from the comments that it caused some confusion, and that was completely unintended. In the US, the term "scrimmage" is used generically in all team sports to indicate a practice game, usually played between members of the same team. It is less formal than a "friendly" match, usually without a time keeper or referees. Coaches will oversee the scrimmage, and may stop play at any time to instruct players or critique play on the field.
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When I got home, I fixed myself some ramen and a sandwich and wolfed it down quickly. I was exhausted, and fell asleep shortly afterwards. It had been an insanely long, busy weekend. In the morning I awoke with a groan, since my body was stiff. My muscles ached, and it took a few minutes of slow, careful stretching to get them to relax enough for me to walk shakily across the hall to take my usual morning piss.
I groaned softly again when I looked down at my dick. I hadn't taken a shower after I got home--hadn't cleaned off the residual lubricant and sperm that had gathered in my pubes at the base of my dick--and now that was a crusty mess. I started the water in the bathtub and then washed my hands in the sink. After running my tongue around inside my mouth, it seemed prudent to brush my teeth while I waited for the water to warm up. It was ready as soon as my teeth were brushed.
The hot water felt wonderful as it cascaded over my body and relaxed my still-aching muscles. I thoroughly cleaned my cock and balls before lathering up the rest of my body and getting nice and clean. In my mind I was reviewing the incredible weekend I'd enjoyed. Again and again I shook my head in disbelief as I recalled each experience--each amazing woman who had eagerly taken my cock.
When I stepped out of the shower to dry myself, there was a soft tapping at the bathroom door. I thought for just a moment before wrapping that bath towel around my waist. Both of my parents were home, after all.
"Come in," I called out.
Dad pushed the door open and gave me a warm smile. "You're up early," he said.
"Yes sir," I replied, but it was a reflexive response. I really had no idea what time it was.
He nodded and looked at my chest for a second. Then he stepped into the bathroom and spread his arms. He was dressed in a suit and tie, and I realized as I hugged him that he was going out of town again.
"When will you be back?" I asked, giving him a squeeze.
"Tomorrow night or early Wednesday," he sighed, returning that squeeze before releasing me. He looked into my eyes and there was a twinkle there when he added, "Please take care of your mother while I'm gone."
"Yes sir," I replied again. I think I blushed a little, and he shook his head and chuckled as he left the bathroom.
I slowly pulled the towel from around my waist and resumed drying my back, shoulders and hair. I heard Dad start his car out front and pull away from the house as he left for the airport. When I walked into my bedroom my eyes landed on my alarm clock and I let out a snort. It was only five in the morning! I didn't even need to get up for another two hours.
"Dad wasn't kidding," I muttered, shaking my head. "I've never been up this early!"
I had to think about it for a bit. Why the fuck
was
I up this early on a Monday morning? A bit of the weekend-fuck-fest montage swirled through my thoughts and I shook my head again. If anything, that should have exhausted me further. Then I recalled that final encounter with Leslie's mom. It culminated with a vigorous fifteen minute ass-pounding in her bed, and my butt cheeks flexed again as I recalled how hard I had come in her ass before I scrambled to get dressed and leave.
That had wiped me out. I'd barely managed to feed myself, and then only because I was famished after all that exertion. It hadn't even been nine o'clock when I had zonked out. I was up because I had already slept more than eight solid hours, and I had probably awoken from hearing my dad getting ready to leave, or perhaps my aching muscles had caused me to wake up. I felt much better after that shower, but my muscles were still a little stiff.
"Speaking of stiff," I chuckled softly. My dick had hardened in response to that last memory--of fucking Leslie's mom in the ass and unloading my nuts deep inside her welcoming backdoor. I looked down at my throbbing erection standing out proudly in front of me and shook my head. I stood there inside my bedroom, looking at my dick and wondering what I should do.
It was far too early to get dressed for school, and I wasn't really tired enough to crawl back into bed and fall asleep. Then I heard my mother let out a long, mournful moan from down the hall. I pulled my towel around my waist again and hurried to their bedroom door. It sounded like she was in pain, and I was alarmed.
The light from my bedroom cast just enough faint light down the hall for me to see my mother groping around desperately on her bed. Her eyes were still closed and her face was scrunched up in consternation.
"Baby? Baby?" she whimpered.
I let out a relieved breath, understanding what was going on. She was feeling around for my father. Then I smiled and let my towel slide to the floor as I walked around to Dad's side of the bed and slid in next to her. I shook my head, and couldn't help but think that I had not expected to "take care" of my mother this soon.
She let out a relieved sigh when her hand brushed over my naked hip and her fingers closed around the base of my shaft. I had softened just a bit when her agonized moan had drawn my attention, since I worried she was hurt. As soon as she had me in her mouth, she moaned happily and started sucking and I was completely hard again.
I let my hand roam over her back and gently ran my nails back and forth at the base of her shoulder blades. That earned me another happy moan and more insistent sucking. I lay there and scratched her back and enjoyed another fantastic blowjob from my sleeping mother. For a moment I wondered if I should have turned off my bedroom light before sliding into bed; I knew I wasn't going to get up and do it now. It was enough light for me to watch my mother's blissful face as she sucked me, and I only thought about it because I hoped the light wouldn't bother her and wake her up.
She just looked so content that I didn't want to disturb her.
After another couple of minutes, though, my hands stiffened and I stifled a gasp. Mom let out a lusty moan as she got a taste of my pre-cum, and then she got far more aggressive. Her lips locked around my shaft and started sliding up and down as her tongue pressed the head of my cock against her palate and she applied firm suction to draw out more of the stuff. It worked, of course. My balls started clenching repeatedly as she nursed a steady trickle up my pulsing shaft and into her hungry mouth.
Each time she swallowed more of my juice she moaned around the sensitive head of my dick and then went right back to sucking more of it out of me. She still looked happy, but her eyes were moving back and forth behind her closed eyelids.
I wonder what she's dreaming about,
I thought.
When she's asleep and sucking dick, is she dreaming about sucking dick?
Then her insistent sucking was pushing me over the edge and I worried that I would wake her up when I came. She moaned happily again when she felt me swelling in her mouth and then she pulled her lips back up the shaft and locked them firmly around the swollen ridge of my cock head. She sucked me like she was pulling a drink up a straw.
I wasn't really shocked that she didn't wake up when I came. I mean, it was surprising, but after the weekend I'd just had it would take a lot to shock me. She moaned and swallowed and her body shuddered next to me. It reminded me to resume running my hand over her back since I hadn't moved it in some time. I watched her mouth eagerly pulling on the head of my cock and I could actually see her throat working and gulping down my load. I shook my head as I watched her do all of it with that same blissful expression on her face and her eyes still closed.
I couldn't suppress the shudder that went through my body, but I managed not to let out a sound. My muscles relaxed after I finished coming and I let my head sink back into the pillow. Mom let out a happy sigh through her nostrils after she had gulped down every drop from me, and then her sucking became softer and less insistent. It still felt incredible, of course.
After that marvelous, ball-draining blowjob, I was much more relaxed. I lay there and continued absently running my nails over my mother's back and let my mind wander. I had to shake my head in disbelief as I recalled all the women I had fucked over that three-to-four day span. It was unreal. I mean, I would have been excited to have gotten with any one of them.
Mom's lusty moan alerted me that I was getting harder in her mouth as I thought about all those sexual experiences; all the women who had eagerly welcomed my hard dick. I smiled down at her lovely face as Mom sucked my dick in her sleep and I knew none of those other women would ever truly live up to the one who was happily nursing a fresh trickle of pre-cum out of my shaft.
"I love you, Mom," I whispered softly.
For the next several minutes I just lay there and watched her suck me, gently rubbing her back the entire time. Eventually her eyes fluttered open and she let out a sigh through her nostrils. Then she moaned around my hard dick and I could see her eyes flare open as she woke to discover a nice, hard dick in her mouth. She shifted around, sliding her sexy body over my right leg without releasing me from her mouth. The way her lips and tongue rotated around my dick felt exquisite, and I let out a soft moan.
It wasn't until she settled between my legs that she looked up at my face. The surprise on her face was obvious. She finally took her mouth off of me and held my wet cock in her hand.
