Here's the story of how my mom turned into the teams personal cum dumpster.
----EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE of 18 and up--------
Let's start off with me. My name is Paul, I'm undersized in the height department compared to my respective teammates who easily tower over me but I think when it comes to the regular world I think I bold pretty well at 5'6".
I'm 18 with brown wavy hair and a sleek but muscular physique that years of training have helped me perfect to my liking. (not too buff but not a shrimp) I'm a senior in highschool and it's my last year, me and my teammates on the basketball team are anticipating the final game of our highschool careers; the Midwest state championship something that we've all been dreaming about since we first enrolled in this school as freshman.
I should probably introduce my friends/teammates: theirs Big John standing at 6'10" he has broad shoulders, dirty blonde hair farmer tanned white skin and a bit of a dad bod. He's our starting center, he's always been the loveable giant idiot of the group, but what he lacks in mental fortitude he more than makes up for it in being a kind and gentle soul, then there's Mark he's our power forward standing at 6'8" he has slightly less broad (but still broad nonetheless) shoulders, red hair, pasty white skin, and is the most muscular of the group he's really a part time hooper his true love is football as he's also out schools starting tight end. He's the enforcer of the group nobody messes with him and nobody messes with us due to our association with him, he's known to have a bit of a mean streak since he's always getting in to lots of fights (and usually coming out in top) but he loved us and we loved him.
Then theirs our small forward Terrance A.K.A slim he's 6'7" and lean he's the least muscular of the team, he's black, has a clean temple fade every time you see him and a pencil thin mustache that he's been trying to grow since freshman year.
Then last but not least we have Will at the two guard position he's about 6'4" and lean but with a little muscular definition, he has brown hair, and being Italian he has a nice olive tanned skin and is usually alway butting heads with Terrance over who has the best shoe game.
As the championship day approaches we were met with a surprise by our coach Anthony Lawson a tall older white gentleman standing at 6'11" with a slight gut but still enough muscle definition to see he's played his fair share of basketball before. He walked with a slight limp caused by soreness from his professional career overseas in Australia he approaches us in our locker room stating
"Alright boys gotta but of a surprise for you"
"Big John being an idiot isn't much of a surprise" Mark slyly remarked as the whole room started to laugh out loud including coach who couldn't help but join in.
"Hey at least I'm not a nasty ginger" john retorted as the rooms laughter erupted again
" alright settle down, enough of that" coach calming down now, stated firmly.
"I wanted to announce that for this year's championship game we are going to be afforded the luxury of being able to stay in a hotel right outside the arena for the week"
"WHAT NO WAY-" I said shocked
"WHERE DID WE FIND THE MONEY FOR A HOTEL!" Will shouted confusingly
"IS THE ROOM SERVICE FREE" Big John, Terrance, and mark shouted in unison
"Alright alright calm down" coach said firmly as we settled into the news we were just given
"The district financial team was able to lend us a couple extra bucks along with a very generous donation from a very wealthy benefactor by the name of Larry bird."
The entire room started to erupt into a sea of incoherent sounds of joy and excitement with the occasional "NO WAY!" And "HELL YAH!!" See in Plainfield Indiana there's two things that'll get us going: a new grocery store being put in, and the mere mention of Larry legend. So to hear coach say that he donated to us meant that he actually knows us, US!? THE PLAINFIELD HAWKS!? To say it was a dream come true for all of us would be an understatement.
"Alright stop jumping up and down like a bunch a' sissy's" coach stated knocking us out of our excitement high and back down to reality
"There's one issue, the district requires us to have at least one chaperone for this type of event, any ideas fellas?"
"Ooh I can ask my dad- wait nevermind he works that week there's no way he's gonna be able to take off" Terrance stated sadly
"I can ask my mom-" big John stated before being cut off by coach
"Maybe it's best if she doesn't chaperone, don't want a repeat of last year do we John?"
"Yah your right" John said in a whiny tone
Just a little back story, last year John's mom was tasked with chaperoning out trip to the museum but ended up day drinking and ruining a couple exhibits by confusing them with bathrooms.
"Paul why don't you just ask your mom we all know that's what it's going to come down to" mark said annoyingly. My mom was your average suburban mom she stood at about 5'4", medium length brunette hair, and was really pretty... I know that was a short description but it stopped me from using another word to describe her, something that Terrance once said which haunts me to this day... A "Pawg" he said it means "phat ass white girl." As much as I fought back on that word and told him to take it back it sparked something in me. Ever since that day I've viewed my sweet and kind mother in a different light. I started to notice her curves and how her silk robe would sit just under her taut ass, how every pair of pants she owned would cling to her leaving very little to the imagination, how every time she walked her butt cheeks would alternate going up and down mesmerizing any pervy onlookers (including myself). Snapping out of my trip down memory lane I finally stated
