Writer's Note:
I published the story Team Mom years ago. This story is edited and vastly expanded to where it warranted a new submission rather than an update.
This is inspired by a story I read long ago on another site. All characters are 18 years of age or older.
Published: July 2017, Republished: April 2020, Last Edited: April 2020
Enjoy!
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Alice listened closely with her ear pressed against the hotel door. It was nighttime, and she had left the small suite she shared with her husband in order to go down to the second floor and check on all of the boys for him. The nightly room inspection was a simple check, and Alice meandered the hallway in her slippers, a wrinkled red shirt, and a pair of black yoga pants, which she had lazily thrown on when leaving her room.
In each room down the hallway, she had only heard the sound of silence. Beneath each threshold, there was only darkness, which contrasted with the beige carpeting in the bright hallway. When she had made her way down to Room 221, however, she heard faint noises. And unlike the other rooms, there was light spilling out into the hallway from under the door.
Busted.
Being the coach's wife, Alice often found herself performing caring roles. Her husband had humorously deemed her the "Team Mother" during an event two years ago. And since then, players and parents alike had been referring to her as such. All the job really entailed was having annoying responsibilities thrust upon her. She had to help organize the varsity lacrosse team's events at the high school, she had to be in charge of fundraising, and she also had to be responsible for her current job — being the mother figure for the team when they traveled for weekend tournaments.
Alice enjoyed going to tournaments to support her son, Eli. What she hated was her involuntary duty of mothering the other twenty-three high-school seniors on the team as well. The players never caused trouble, though. They actually were boringly well-behaved.
That was why, as Alice stood outside of Room 221 (because her husband had politely reminded her it was time for her to "go downstairs and make sure those young idiots are actually in bed"), she was surprised to find the only room disobeying orders was her son's. With his dad being the coach, he usually set a good example.
But what was even more surprising was that Alice finally had something remotely interesting to do. It was actually exciting. For years, she had traveled to tournaments and done nothing she enjoyed. Even with her son on the varsity squad for the season, she would watch him play for an hour, and then she would go back to the same monotonous shit.
In fact, through the years, there had only ever been one reliable form of entertainment. It was the one release the resentful wife had from her boredom. At night, while her husband slept, Alice would reach into her pajama bottoms and finger herself to the fantasy of one or two boys from the team — with their strong muscles, horny minds, and youthful cocks — summoning enough courage to seduce her. And, every time, they would ultimately succeed in taking her.
Obviously, Alice knew those thoughts were wrong. In her defense, the naughtiness made the fantasy hotter, and nothing else seemed to make the weekends go by faster. Outside of Room 221, she was not bored, though. For the first time since she was crowned Team Mother, players were showing the audacity to break her husband's iron-clad rules.
The easy solution was to knock on the door and tell the players to turn the lights off. Alice, though, wanted to make the bust far more eventful and prolonged than it needed to be. Spying seemed like a fun option. With her ear against the door, she carefully eavesdropped on the conversation on the other side. She slowed her breathing to hear the muddled words.
"Go!"
Alice didn't know what to make of the shout. Her first speculation was that the boys were playing a racing game. Sounds of low grunting and heavy breathing reverberated through the flimsy door of the old hotel. The mom took note of every small sound, trying to guess at what exactly the three boys were up to.
"Oh god, this hurts a little," one of the young athletes painfully sighed.
Alice then heard her son's voice. "It's not meant to be done this quickly — it's unnatural."
All of the boys laughed. A dirty thought hit Alice.
It sounds like they're jerking off in there.
She was suddenly reminded of her most common fantasy. Alice predicted her fantasy grew from spending so much time with the players and from knowing how much her husband would hate it. But the reasons were irrelevant. The idea of being taken by horny, young studs still had a hold on her. So, despite the odds being against three boys jerking off together in a well-lit room, and even with fully acknowledging the fact one of the boys was her son, Alice felt a burst of adrenaline coursing through her veins.
I could probably get away with peeking in.
Alice wanted to see what was happening on the other side of the door. Sneaking into a room was a risk, but just the thought of being in the same room as the boys while they were jerking off made her feel closer to her titillating fantasy.
Alice stepped out of her noisy slippers. She then slowly unclenched her hand to prevent the jingling of the metal keys on the ring. She quietly sorted through the eight spare room keys which her husband had collected at check-in. Finding the key to the old door was the easy part. Unlocking it without being heard was a taller task.
The instant she heard another round of laughter, Alice inserted the key and turned the lock. In a swift motion, she twisted the door handle and slipped inside the narrow gap, closing the door behind her. Her pulse was pounding as she stood in the entryway.
The lights were actually off, but the muted tube TV, which was casting a sports talk show, was bright enough to fill the room. Around the corner of the wall, the boys did not stop their activity. As Alice had hoped, they were so absorbed in whatever game they were playing, she had walked in unnoticed.
No longer muffled by the door, the sounds in the room were clear. Alice was able to pick up on nuanced noises. The groans were louder, and there was labored breathing. There was the sound of friction from skin rubbing against other skin. For an experienced woman, it was a familiar melody.
Holy shit!
Alice's hand was over her open mouth.
They're actually fucking doing it! They're all fucking jerking off!
"Who's going to be last?!" one of the boys asked with tantalizing urgency.
She tiptoed farther along the entry wall until she was able to peep around the corner and see the entire room. At the last moment, she muffled her gasp. Her eyes shot open at the sight of her son and his two friends standing naked in a triangle, stroking their cocks.
The forty-year-old mom's shocked eyes pinged from one detail to the next. The visual stimuli were overwhelming. The three powerfully built, young men were standing in the middle of the hotel room, frantically masturbating their thick shafts while their testicles swayed beneath. Alice's mouth went dry from how the TV projected light upon their bodies, highlighting the cuts in their abdomens and the veins running up their muscular forearms and biceps.
Fuck...
The feeling of walking in on a naughty dream, the sense of the many taboos, and the simple attraction to the nude males all combined to form the hottest sight Alice had ever seen.
Alice was overcome with confidence. She watched her hand move up the wall toward the light switch. She knew there was no turning back.
"WOAH!" The three young men jumped out of their skin. The sudden burst of light made their blood run cold.
"What the
hell
is going on in here?!" Alice demanded, using the sternest mothering voice she could muster. Each boy snapped his neck in her direction before stumbling back in horror. They all frantically stretched their hands over their erections, trying to cover themselves, but none was completely successful. "Michael!" Alice barked. "Don't you dare move a muscle."
The panic-stricken young man halted his attempt to pull his boxers up from his ankles. He froze in place, his enticingly long cock angled into the air.
Alice noticed how it had an adorable, slight curve to the left. She then made her way into the open room, smelling the distinct odor of masculine perspiration and active hormones. "Corey," Alice demanded, "just what exactly is going on in here?" She ran her eyes up and down his tanned body.
Corey was the only one with a crop of hair on his sculpted chest and down his abs. To Alice's disappointment, Corey had found a way to completely hide himself with his hands. The scared boy turned to his friends.
"Don't look at them, Corey, look at me! Explain what you are doing."
"Um...nothing, Mrs. Chase, just screwing around."
Alice stomped her foot down in front of his. She reached out and pulled his arms to the side. He seemed too terrified to resist. When his hard-on was freed, it pointed up at Alice, much to her subtle satisfaction. "You were screwing around, indeed," Alice scorned. "I could hear you from outside. Does your mother know
this
is how you behave when you're away with the team?"
"Please, just stop!"
Alice craned her neck to find the source of the futile plea. For the first time since she had entered the room, Alice made eye contact with her son, Eli.
He was red with embarrassment. He seemed ashamed and frustrated by his mom's behavior.
Alice recognized his facial expression. She had seen it before when she had read notes from his teacher without his permission and when she had found porn on his computer. Alice lowered the severity in her voice, slightly. "Stop? Why? What's wrong with me getting to the bottom of things?"
Eli, whose large testicles hung visibly below his covered shaft, explained, "Mom, we were just playing a stupid game. That's all — just a stupid, stupid game. There's no need to freak out on us."
Her interest was piqued. "A game?"
Michael didn't hesitate in throwing his friend under the bus. "It was Eli's idea."
"Dude, seriously?" Eli rolled his eyes.
Alice turned her attention to Michael. "Well, since you seem to know what's what around here, why don't you explain this game to me?"
Michael breathed. "It was just a dumb game we came up with over the summer when we were bored at that camp we had to go to."
Alice knew exactly what lacrosse camp in Maryland he was referring to because she organized the fundraiser to send them there. The boys had to live in cabins for a month with no girls in sight. So, what Michael said made sense. Alice, though, was having too much fun interrogating them. "At camp? You mean the camp trip
I
helped organize? You spent your time at that camp playing 'jerking off' games?" The mother acted as if she had unearthed a horrifying scandal, but the thought of a bunch of naked, young men all alone in a cabin stroking their cocks was actually a turn-on.
"Everybody played it!" Eli spoke up, trying to defend himself. "I didn't just make it up alone."
"Oh, really??" Alice faced Corey, standing inches from his nude, breathing body. "Is this true? You played this
