If you win? – part 1

I listened outside the motel door with nervous excitement. This could either be the beginning of a very exciting trip, or a complete disaster. Knowing the hormonal appetites of teenaged boys, I was pretty sure I would get away with the various sexually depraved acts I was contemplating.

My son’s high school varsity lacrosse team was playing in the state finals, which meant a three night road trip. As one of the ‘Team Mothers,’ I had volunteered to help chaperone the twenty-two boys on the team. Yes, that’s right…twenty-two 17- and 18-year-old, athletic, horny boys. I had gotten myself off several times while conjuring up all manner of wild fantasies about this trip in the months leading up to it, and now I was actually about to attempt to make them real.

There was a chill in the night air, but I didn’t even feel it as I waited and hoped no one would spot me. Especially coach McGowan. It was almost one o’clock in the morning and all the lights in the other rooms were out. My son had texted me about five minutes earlier to let me know the game was on.

“Go!” I heard from inside the room.

This was Evan’s signal. I began counting down from twenty, thinking that I shouldn’t be doing this with each count. 3…2…1…

I quietly unlocked the door and slipped in. When I saw Evan and his teammates standing there in that crummy motel room, illuminated only by the glow of the old television, doing what they were doing, I knew there was no turning back.

There were four of them, including my son, standing in a circle with their underwear around their ankles. They were each jerking off like mad, while at the same time laughing and taunting each other. They were so absorbed in what they were doing that I’d managed to enter unnoticed.

I flipped on the light and they all nearly jumped out of their skins.

“What the hell is going on in here?” I demanded in the sternest mother voice I could muster.

They all spun and looked at me in stark terror, and my son played along as though he was as surprised as the rest of them. They all tried to cover their erections with their hands, but none was completely successful. One tried to pull his shorts up.

“Michael!” I barked. “Don’t you dare move a muscle.”

He froze, too afraid to even try to hide himself with his hands like the others. His cock was enticingly long, curving adorably to the left. I walked into the room, surveying the situation with a disapproving eye. The heavy stink of boys filled the air. The odor of sweat and dirty socks was seemingly overlaid with the thick scent of male hormones.

“Cory, just what exactly is going on here?” I repeated as I looked him up and down.

Cory was the only one who had no shirt on, so other than the boxer shorts puddled around his feet, he was completely naked. He was also the only one of the boys to boast a nice crop of hair on his sculpted chest and abs. I couldn’t wait to see what he was barely managing to hide under his hands.

He looked desperately at the other guys hoping one of them would speak up.

“Look at me, Cory, and explain to me exactly what you are doing.”

“Um…nothing, Mrs. Chase, just screwing around…”I pulled his arms to either side. He didn’t resist and his hard-on dropped free, pointing straight at me.

“Screwing around, indeed. I could hear you animals in the next room. Does your mother know you do this sort of thing, Brandon?”

“No, Mrs. Chase,” Brandon answered in a shameful whisper. “It was just a stupid game we were playing.”

“A game?” I pressed. I knew perfectly well what they were playing at, but the interrogation was all part of my own little game.

“It was Michael’s idea,” Brandon squealed, ratting out his friend.

“Shut up, Brandon,” Michael hissed, but now my attention was on him.

“Michael?”

“It was just a dumb game we played at camp last year,” he quickly explained.

“Camp? You mean church camp?” I pressed, acting as though I was scandalized by the mere thought of it.

“Evan played, too,” Michael pointed at my son accusingly, as if this were justification.

“Is this true, Evan?” I asked, zeroing in on him. “Did you play some sort of nasty masturbation game at church camp?”

While my attention was seemingly focused on Evan, I could see the other boys checking me out from the corner of my eye. My honey-blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and I was in a pair of snug shorts with a tight yellow t-shirt. The boys wouldn’t have been able to detect any panty or bra lines because I wasn’t wearing either.

“Yes, Mom,” he confessed doing his best to act embarrassed.

“And how is this filthy game played?”

“We stand in a circle and jerk off onto a saltine cracker. Whoever is the last one to cum has to eat the cracker.”

I looked down and saw a bright orange Doritos chip lying on the floor between them.

“Is this right, Brandon, were you all trying to jerk off onto that little chip?”

Brandon was a lanky red-head. His face and chest blushed scarlet as I circled behind him, giving his well-muscled buttocks an appreciative inspection.

“Yes, Mrs. Chase,” he managed to choke out.

“And if you lost, you were really going to eat that, all covered in your friends’ sperm?”

“It…it’s not gay or anything,” Brandon insisted.

“No,” Cory chimed in. “It’s just like a dare, nothing queer.”

“Please don’t tell the coach,” Michael pleaded, his cock still as hard as when I first walked in.

“I should report you,” I said evenly and moved behind Michael. He was short and stocky, trim and strongly built. His butt was two smooth pale globes that stood out all the more because the rest of him was so darkly tanned. I barely managed to resist grabbing a hold of them and squeezing. “But I won’t. I don’t want Evan to get into trouble with the rest of you perverts and miss the finals.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Chase,” they all blurted with a sigh of relief.

“However, I am a team mother, and I can’t let something like this go on un-chaperoned.”

They looked at each other, not sure if they understood.

“Mom? What are you talking about?”

“You nasty boys obviously need to be supervised. For one thing, do you have any idea how dirty the rug in a motel is? And one of you was going to eat that chip off the floor? The team can’t afford to have any of their star players getting sick from eating off this disgusting carpet.”

I picked up the chip gingerly and tossed it aside. I went to the bag and fished out a new one.

“Plus, with the chip way down there, none of you are likely to have good enough aim to hit it at that distance.”

Cory’s mouth had fallen open.