Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2011 13:37:26 +0100
From: Zero Minus Zero <zerominuszerominuszero@gmail.com>
Subject: "Hockey Team Mother"

This is a work of fiction. Feel free to email feedback. Thank you x

I undressed in a hurry in my friend's bathroom. I had stayed overnight at
her house but the entire family had overslept. We had just fifteen minutes
before we had to leave for our hockey match, but I had been given priority
to have a shower as I was a guest and had begged to have one so I could
wash my greasy hair.

As I stood in just my white knickers, waiting for the water in the shower
to heat up, the door burst open and Mrs Rogers, my friend jenny's mum, put
her head round the door. "Sorry to bother you, darling," she said,
completely unabashed at my near nakedness, "but Jenny says can you try to
be quick because she wants a quick rinse of her hair too. You know what
she's like."

Mrs Rogers was a pretty easy going parent but I was shocked at her
ignorance of my embarrassment.

I didn't have time to even register the situation and just nodded at her,
stunned. She smiled and left, shutting the door behind her and jokingly
muttering about how maybe it was time to get a lock on the bathroom
door. It was only after she left that my face burned red with surprise, and
shame as I realised that the nipples on my budding b cup breasts were rock
hard due to the cold. My only consolation was that I at least had my bottom
half covered up by my knickers.

Slightly shaken by the surprise of it more than anything else, I gingerly
slipped off my underwear and climbed into the bath. It had a shower
attachment and a plain glass door thing, as opposed to a curtain. I stood
under the water for five seconds, and suddenly the door opened AGAIN. Mrs
Rogers looked around the door once more. "Just wondering what you wanted
for breakfast, dear."

There was no hiding my nakedness this time. The glass panel on the bath was
clear, having not had time to steam up. I was getting wet, standing under
the flow with my breasts, body and private parts on show. I shyly held my
legs together but my young black bush stood proudly about my lips for Mrs
Rogers to gaze at. For in the split second I hesitated before replying
"just toast is fine thanks" I swear I saw her eyes flicker down to my legs,
taking in my hips and groin. Or perhaps I was mistaken.

"Toast it is then," she happily trilled and exited once more. I didn't know
what to make of it.  Were the Rogers' just one of those families who had no
embarrassment and were open about stuff like this? Or did she have a
different motive? No, surely not, that didn't make sense.  She must just be
one of those mums who doesn't have a problem with nudity. I had heard about
them, those families where its not a big deal to see each other in the
bathroom. My family were not like that at all, so I hadn't experienced it,
but maybe the Rogers were.  although the weird thing was, Jenny was quite a
good friend and I had had no notion of it before. Oh well. I just had to
forget about it and get on with my shower quickly, as we had to leave
soon. I quickly washed my hair and jumped out. No sooner had I wrapped a
towel round myself when Jenny came in and began undressing. "Sorry Esther,"
she said, "were in such a hurry this morning. There's tea and toast in the
kitchen for you though."

I left before Jenny still had a vest and underpants on, and it felt like
the right thing to do. The way Jenny had come in on me felt more normal,
more like our normal friend routine.  Whereas the thing I couldn?t stop
wondering about with her mum was, why hadn't she just called through the
door? Why had she come in when she knew I was in the shower?

But I didn't dwell on it. I politely took my breakfast into Jenny's room
and changed into my hockey kit, ready for the match.

* * *

We narrowly lost the match 5-4 against one of the best teams in the
area. Jenny and I had both scored a goal each, from our positions on either
side of the wings, and we were considered to have put up a brave fight in
the match. Mrs Rogers watched us from the sidelines, like any other proud
parent would. After the game our team shared a shower, as we normally did,
and I couldn't help but admire the myriad of naked skin on show before
me. At the back of my mind I wondered what jenny's mum would have made of
it. So many pert breasts being soaped; so many beautiful black triangles of
pubic hair. I stood under a jet of hot water and chatted to the girl next
to me, Narinda, a centre back. "I feel bad about that fourth goal," she
confessed. "I should have seen their left winger coming up behind me. I was
just concentrating so hard on the tall blonde one up front."

"don't be silly," I assured her. "Were a team, aren't we? They were just
too good for us, that's all." secretly I thought that she could have done
better on that particular moment, but I also knew that overall, she was our
best defender by far. Without her, we would have lost 15-4.

Narinda stared at me with her beautiful brown eyes, arms at her side, her
petite breasts exposed. I couldn't help but admire her dark chocolate
nipples, hard as diamonds and jutting out a full centimeter, making her
boobs appear even smaller by contrast. "You don't think Katie or Miss Black
will have noticed too much?"

Katie was our captain, who was currently injured but had watched from the
sidelines along with Miss black, the head of games. I assured Narinda that
we had no better defender and that her place in the team was about as safe
as they get. But I couldn't take my eyes off those breasts, which was a
worry, as I had never had lesbian thoughts before and I was pretty sure I
wasn't gay. It was all that silly mess with Mrs Rogers, it had unbalanced
me.  There was nothing wrong with admiring other girls, was there? Not when
we were all so young, attractive and athletic. I wrapped my towel round
myself and got changed, determined to put all these silly thoughts from my
mind.

* * *

Jenny's mum?s car broke down on the way home. We were delayed by five long
hours and by the time we got back; it was too late for me to go back to my
house. I rang my mum and got permission to stay another night at
Jenny?s. There was no other option as it was already 9 in the evening, we
were all exhausted and still had to eat dinner. I watched TV with my friend
while Mrs Rogers knocked up some pasta.

After we ate, Jenny went upstairs to change for bed. She came back
downstairs wearing a large pink t shirt that reached down to her
thighs. "I've left you another one of these on my bed," she told me. "I
guess you'll be running out of clothes. Don't worry, you can borrow some of
mine tomorrow for when you go home. Just give them back to me some time
next week."

I sauntered upstairs, a little sad to think that my best friend had
deliberately chosen to get changed without me, when we had seen each others
in the showers after hockey countless times. It made me realise that any
possible unnatural thoughts that Mrs Rogers had were definitely not shared
by her daughter. Indeed, Jenny deliberately went out of her way to avoid
undressing in front of me, except when it was forced upon us, at
school. Much later, I found out that Jenny was 100% lesbian and had been
wild about girls for years, but was so paranoid about being discovered that
she tried hard to make sure she never did anything that could be construed
as "weird" by her friends. Teenagers can be very cruel, of course. She kept
her secret well hidden for a long time.

But that's another story. I took my clothes off in my friends bedroom and
realised I had no clean clothes at all left. Socks, knickers, everything
else- they were all dirty. I had no choice but slip the t shirt over my
naked body without even a pair of pyjama shorts to cover my modesty with. I
was a couple of inches taller than Jenny so it only just covered my
bottom. I did feel a little exposed but it felt kind of nice, too, a little
breezy round my private parts, perhaps, but also fun and daring. I slipped
downstairs and rejoined my friend and her mother in front of the TV. "Very
nice," Mrs Rogers smiled at me. But as I sat down my top rose up and almost
exposed my pussy. I tried to cross my legs and pull it down but Jenny
laughed. "I was expecting you to keep your pants on under that Esther!" She
cheekily lifted up her top to show off her crisp white panties, before her
mother interrupted. "Jenny! Why didn't you give Esther a pair of shorts or
something? You can't treat a guest like that!"

"I couldn't find any," she grumbled, smoothly her own t shirt back down
over her legs. I didn't want an argument. "It's OK, really," I said. "I
don't mind. It?s only for tonight. I mean, were all girls together, aren't
we?"

"I suppose we are," smiled Mrs Rogers. "Now, which one of you wants hot
chocolate?"

We both agreed that hot chocolate would be perfect. Mrs Rogers gave Jenny
one last playful scowl as she left the room and the incident was
forgotten. It probably was just down to my friend's forgetful, slightly
scatty nature. She wasn't quite the obsessive, neurotic host that someone
like my mother would have been, constantly worried about the temperature of
the glasses of water she handed out, and other such details.

We snuggled on the sofa and Mrs Rogers returned with the biggest mugs of
hot chocolate I have ever seen in my life. They must have contained at
least a pint, if not more.

"Mum! Why did you use the big mugs? We don't want that much."

"Oh, I just thought it?s better to have too much than too little."

Jenny looked at me. "Mum's hot chocolate is amazing. But we?re going to be
up all night pissing if we drink all this."

"Maybe that's all part of my plan," laughed Mrs Rogers. "No, I'm only
joking."

I didn't think Jenny had paid much attention to her mother?s last comment
as she took her giant mug and took a sip. Her face lit up. "Wow, better
than ever!"

I had to admit, it did taste pretty damn nice. We became engrossed in the
TV and before we knew it, after about fifteen minutes, we had both drunk
the lot. We were also becoming extremely drowsy. It seemed that the more
chocolate I drank, the sleepier I became. But it had been a very long day
and a tough hockey match always wore me out. I glanced down at my empty
mug. It was a shame at was finished, I would have liked some more....

* * *

Uh.... What was happening? Where was I? It was the middle of the night, I
knew that much.  My bed wasn't very comfy.... It didn't feel like a normal
bed. "Esther...." whispered Mrs Rogers in my ear.?Esther, darling." I was
asleep on the sofa. I must have been asleep for a few hours. The first
thing I felt was a stabbing ache in my bladder. The huge mug of chocolate
had done its work; I was desperate for the bathroom. "Esther, are you
awake, honey?"

I mumbled that I was and asked after Jenny. "She's in bed, darling. I
carried her upstairs earlier. She's fine."

"I better go and join her," I said, drowsy. I don't remember falling
asleep. I must have been knackered."

Mrs Rogers put her hand on my shoulder. "You can't go upstairs yet. We need
a quick chat first."

Huh? I was confused. "What about?"

"I've been in here watching TV since I took Jenny up. I'm afraid you've
been having some strange dreams."

"Er, right. I have to go to the toilet, can this wait till the morning?"

"No." She gripped my shoulder more tightly. "It can't wait. The problem is
that you've been having dreams about my daughter. Romantic ones. You moaned
her name in your sleep."

"What are you talking about? I didn't even have any dreams!"

"Really? Have you seen where your hand is?"

I hadn't noticed my right hand since I woke up, but I looked down. It was
between my legs, my fingers hovering delicately over my pussy lips. My t
shirt was hitched up around my waist and my privates were completely
exposed.

"Yes, you masturbated Esther. I watched. You spoke of Jenny's name while
you did it."

"I... I really don't remember... "

"No, perhaps you don't. But I still think your friends should know."

"What? How?"

"Oh, on Facebook. I've got Jenny's account opened up on the computer next
door. I have prepared a message from her detailing how you masturbate in
your sleep and talk about girls at school while you do it. It will be sent
to every one of jenny friends, who I know include at least sixty kids in
your year at school."

She said it in such a matter of fact tone, as if it was no big deal to lie
like that and screw over her own daughter like that.

"But Jenny will know its wrong," I argued, "and it could make her look
pretty stupid too."

"All the more reason to try to persuade me not to do it then, eh? And
anyway, Jenny's got her own problems. She going to wet the bed really badly
tonight and I'm going to go in and help her change the sheets. I'm sure she
won't find that at all embarrassing with her friend staying over." She
added a sarcastic chuckle to this statement. Then she saw my confused face.
"Her full bladder won't wake her up," she explained. "The sleeping pill in
the hot chocolate was too strong. She's probably soaking her bed sheets
right now. I just wonder if when she wakes up she'll finger herself, like I
do. Your chocolate had much less sleeping drug in it, of course, I need you
a little bit more awake for our fun."

I didn't know what to say. I just stared at her, completely confused by so
much to take in.  Drugs? Lies? It was as if I was still dreaming.

She smiled at me. "Don't be afraid, Esther. Just do what I say. If you
don't want me to send that Facebook message, just stand up in front of the
TV and strip."

"Strip? You really want me to strip for you?" She just nodded. "You're
serious, aren't you?"

Once again she nodded. A thought occurred to me. "The shower," I said. "You
deliberately walked in on me, didn't you?"

"The first time, yes. But I could see how much you enjoyed it. Maybe you
yourself didn't know how much you had enjoyed it, but I knew you loved
being looked at. I have walked in on all of jenny's friends like that. You
know Sarah? And Becky and Anna? I walked in on all of them and they were
just embarrassed. But you, there was a spark in your eyes. You got a kick
out of it. It?s very hard to describe but I just think you enjoy being
looked at by another woman with just in her eyes."

I tried to object but she interrupted. "Seriously, Esther, have you never
enjoyed it? What about the showers after your hockey games, do you never
find them just a little bit too fun?"

I was about to object but I remembered the one earlier that day. I had
absolutely loved staring at Narinda's boobs. And somehow Mrs Rogers knew
that. I stood up from the sofa and stood in the middle of the lounge.

"Now take that fucking shirt off and let's see that beautiful body of
yours."

I slowly peeled Jenny's shirt off over my head. I dropped it on the floor
and remained naked.  It was a little cool, so my nipples began to jut out a
small amount.

"Very nice," she admired. "Now try this," and she passed me a bottle of
moisturiser. I held it, confused. "Rub it on you," she explained. "And
don't worry about wasting it, I've hot other bottles. Just slather it all
over yourself.

I squeezed some onto my hand and rubbed it on my tummy. It was strange. I
felt a little self conscious doing it, but Mrs Rogers just watched
intently. I continued and rubbed it into my arms, and then my breasts, as I
guessed that if I didn't I would simply be instructed to do so
later. "That's right my darling," she encouraged me. "Right into those
gorgeous tits. And don't forget about that cunt of yours. Get it right in
your cunt."

I mashed the liquid into my breasts until my nipples were sticking out like
ice cubes. I worked my hands down to my thighs and gradually made my way
into my groin. I opened my legs and rubbed away, and them when that didn't
seem to satisfy Mrs Rogers I held my lips open with my left hand and
massaged up and down in my pussy crack with my right. I got a shock when I
found my clit, as I had only done this a handful of times before, always in
by bed at night, and never with any lubrication. But the electric shock I
got when my finger slipped over my little button- wow! It felt so beautiful
I almost forgot about the strange circumstances. My hand danced in and out
of my vulva, faster each time.

"Oh I can see you like that," commented Mrs Rogers. "You are a randy little
bitch, aren't you?  Gosh, I better stop you before you come right here. I
didn't think you would enjoy this quite as much, quite this quickly."

I have to say that I stopped reluctantly. I just had never experienced
anything like it. As I said, I'm not a complete prude. I had touched myself
before but it was really just out of curiosity and to help me get to
sleep. I had never before enjoyed the pleasure of a lubed hand slipping
around on my clit. But with my arms back down by my sides, with my pleasure
halted, I felt shame again and hung my head. I couldn't look at Mrs Rogers,
though she stared at me.

"Yes, you should be embarrassed, you slut. Get down on the floor on your
hands and knees, facing the TV. NOW!" she screamed as I hesitated.

I bend over towards the carpet and turned round to face the TV, lowering
myself into a crouch. I felt hands touch my buttocks. "Such a beautiful
ass," she commented. "So smooth.  So perfect." She very gently stroked my
cheeks and brushed her finger down my crack, and then back up, and down
once more. It was ticklish but nice. I had never had anyone feel my
derriere before, though I did remember once discussing with my hockey team
friends why boys were so keen to grope that area when kissing. Those who
had experienced it said it felt good, but couldn't explain why. Now I
knew. It was lovely.

Mrs Rogers?s hands mashed my bottom further and became more
aggressive. "Oh, that's it darling," she breathed into my ear as she bent
over me. "That's gorgeous." She squeezed harder and harder and I wanted her
to continue. I wanted her hands all over my body. I was just about to
whisper to her, "don't stop" to let her know how much I enjoyed it, when
she without warning parted my butt cheeks and stuck her face right up
against my ass. I turned my head round in surprise but could only make out
her body, still clad in a dressing gown bent over behind me and her long
brown hair cascading over my lower back as she pushed her face close
against me. I felt something wet on my rosebud and to my amazement, Mrs
Rogers stuck her wet tongue in my anus. It was slippery and weird, but not
unpleasant. I stayed still, closed my eyes and tried to enjoy all the
different sensations. Then her hand reached between my legs and brushed my
lips. I flinched slightly, but then experienced her fingers find my clit
and I found myself in heaven.

It is impossible to put into words exactly how good it felt to have my best
friend's mother tongue me from behind while she rubbed my soaking pussy
parts. All I could do was stop myself screaming, bury my head in my hands
and enjoy it. The tingling in my vagina got louder and louder and I knew I
was about to crescendo. It was like the feeling I had had when I had
masturbated before, but much stronger.

But then it stopped. Mrs Rogers pulled away from me, taking her hand from
out of my legs and letting her tongue slip from my ass as she moved her
face away from my behind.

"Oh, please, no," I moaned, like an animal. "Finish me off. Please just
finish me off right now or I..."

"Or you'll WHAT? What will you do, my darling? Let me email all your
friends and embarrass you? Look at you. You're disgusting, taking it on all
fours, naked on my floor. Would you like me to email your friends pictures
of you like this?"

"No, no, of course not," I begged. "Ill do anything. Especially more of
that, that touching you just did on me."

"That's wonderful to hear," she smiled. "Then you won't mind me finishing
you off in my preferred way."

And with that, she let her dressing down fall to the floor, leaving behind
a beautiful naked woman. Her breasts were incredible large, a little
drooping compared to me and other girls my age, but still firm, and with a
gigantic dark pink areola and huge nipples. For a second I thought she had
a large hairy bush, but then I noticed that it wasn't her vagina at all
but...  Some strange device. Though I didn't know the name of it at the
time, it was a large black strap on dildo.

"Like it?" She asked casually. "Its what I use to fuck with. Remember, you
said anything, so spread those fucking cheeks open and show me your ass."

I silently obeyed. I placed my face down on the floor, reached around with
my hands and spread myself wide for her. But surely she wouldn't be able to
fit such a large object inside my small bottom, could she?

Let me tell you one thing about that strange night. Mrs Rogers did make it
fit. She rammed that rubber cock up my bum and brought tears of pain to my
eyes before she would touch my clit. She pushed my hands away to stop me
from touching myself. But as her fingers mashed my sopping wet cunt and her
dildo rammed away at my behind, I prayed to god as I experienced an
intensity of pleasure like no other. My insides exploded with joy.

We panted, collapsed in a pile, getting our breathe back for a couple of
minutes. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, Esther. I just hope it
didn't wake Jenny up."

For the first time, it occurred to me that my friend might have a problem
with what had just taken place between her mum and me. Willing or
unwilling, I had crossed a Rubicon, never to return.