bluvelvet99: Was what your mom asked during the morning of your brother’s big game. Your cousin just
bluvelvet99: Was what your mom asked during the morning of your brother’s big game. Your cousin just continued eating his cereal. She wanted to be alert so she could be as supportive as she always has been for this game, but the night before did a number on her. That is to say, you did a number on her. Or even more accurately, you let a number happen to her.That number was 2. You were still in a state of shock this morning as you woke up to the reality of what you did last night knocking on your skull. That’s nothing compared to what knocked on her skull. The night before your brother’s big day you, your mom, and your brother were celebrating at the local pub. Your brother understandably decided to call it a night and went home excited, probably lying awake, thinking about the big game. He knew he was going to knock it out the park. Your mom told him so at least 100 times tonight.After he left, you and your mom had a few drinks. You’ve never been this drunk, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen your mom this drunk either. As drunk as you were, you weren’t drunk enough to not notice the opposing high school’s jerseys as the walked into the pub. To be fair to the strength of the alcohol they would have been impossible to miss being as aloud as they were. But with that being said, your mom didn’t notice them.That was until two of them approached your booth. your mom didn’t hear their calls “hey baby!!” as they walked closer, and she for some reason couldn’t hear the monolithic parumpapumpum beating of your heart, nor could she see it jump out of your chest and on to the table when these big brute barbarians approached assertively.One of them sat on the table, blocking your view as he stared down at your mom. When your repositioned yourself to look around him, you saw the other one leaning in and whispering into her ear. The other members of the team were looking over from their table laughing. If your brother was here to see men in these jerseys hitting on your mom like this, he wouldn’t be taking it as meekly as you were right then. And if your mom was a little less drunk, and a little more aware of her surroundings, she wouldn’t stand for this either. If she could see herself now, she’d be angry.It was ironic that you felt so impotent, but that your cock was so rock hard underneath the table. The same table that the football players powerful thigh muscles were relaxed on. The same table, where his cock was resting on. His was probably only half as hard as yours. It didn’t look like he was the type who only did this every once and a while.Your mom just sat there, listening dumbly, and laughingly drunkenly at the statements these two were making. Statements you couldn’t hear over “We are the Champions” by Queen playing over the bars speakers. You felt like just getting up and leaving. Wait a minute. Why don’t you? You’re too afraid to stop what was happening in front of you. …And you weren’t sure you wanted it stopped. Was that so bad to say? Did it take this much alcohol in your system to be able to admit that to yourself.Your mom wouldn’t even realize you left. And you were sure these guys wouldn’t mind. Without thinking for an extra second longer, you stood up, and headed for the door, looking back only to see one of the guys scoot your mom over to sit beside her, while his teammates from the other table cheered him on with the most crooked smiles you’ve ever seen on their faces.Your face hit the night air, cooling it of the heat you’ve been steeped in. When you got to your car. You sat down in the driver seat. You sat there for a second. It was completely silent outside, minus the sounds of cars speeding by. Just you in your car. You noticed the car parked beside you had the bumper sticker of the football team on it. After a few seconds more of silence, you started the car and drove off, not even looking into the rear-view mirror at the pub and the horrors happening within. you didn’t worry about your mom. You knew she’d have a ride out of there. Your mom didn’t arrive home until the next morning. She came home early enough to get everything ready though. Including picking up your little cousin. You all arrived at the game, but nothing felt real to you. You tried to pay attention to what was happening, and you could see your hungover mom was trying as hard as you were, but you just sat there like a vegetable as your brother’s team was demolished. You didn’t notice the scoreboard. you could only tell it was happening by the smiles of two of the players on the opposing team. The two you couldn’t keep your eyes off of. It was fitting that your brother had trouble blocking them on pass plays. You did too. That’s why they scored more than a few touchdowns on your mom last night. -- source link
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