League of His Own Ch. 03

A/N - A comment at the end of the previous chapter mentioned something about STD's. Come on, this is fantasy! They don't exist in fantasy unless you want that level of realism, and seeing or reading about condoms in porn is boner deflating. And let's go with the assumption that every woman is on birth control unless otherwise mentioned. So, the MC will be enjoying himself in this story and there won't be a chance of STD's. Babies on the other hand... Maybe later...

I've got way too many series on the go but this is one I will definitely try and get finished, but it will take time for anything to be uploaded once I have Chapter 5 up on the site.

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Naturally, everyone at school thought Kim and I were now an item come Monday morning. Though frustrating, it was amusing to hear Kim set people straight.

"No, we're not together. The half-back and captain of the school footy team just fucks me once or twice a week. You want to fuck him too? Go for it. He might be willing to give you an afternoon of his time."

I did ask if she was frustrated, as it was my fault entirely having told the nation I loved her. She smiled sweetly, kissed my cheek and admitted to getting some enjoyment out of the fact everyone knew how I felt about her. Thankfully, like most other matters, it was news for a week or two, but once we'd put those interested in our private lives straight, there was another drama to erupt that meant we were no longer the hot topic of the school halls.

Despite my fantastic debut game, Graham returned to fitness by the middle of the next week, and after proving to be match fit during tests on Friday, he would be playing on Saturday. Though disappointed, I knew that would have been the case, and being a rather specialist position, I didn't even make the bench for the next three weekend matches. Though disappointed, I attended nearly every game possible. Still being at school, and being on a part-time contract, the agreement was I would not attend interstate games in Melbourne, in Queensland (playing Brisbane, North Queensland or the Gold Coast) or across the Tasman in New Zealand unless absolutely necessary.

The NRL Schoolboy Cup was a multi-format competition. There was a straight knock-out competition by region, where schools would compete to make a final sixteen. Those teams would then be split into four divisions of four teams each. Each team would play each other twice, home and away. The top two teams from each division would then go through to the quarter finals, the winners to the semi-finals, the winners to the grand final.

To make the pool phase, we'd have to play a least five games in a straight knockout competition. Each region was assigned thirty-two teams, so that mean two rounds before the finals stage. Our school started our preparations early in the year, ensuring we were all in top condition and raring to go by the time of the first game. Being that I was training with professionals, my fitness was through the roof.

Our first game was the next week, and I knew, if things worked out right, we'd play our arch-rivals in the semi-final. I was looking forward to it, as I hadn't played a match, even a trial match, since my professional debut. Thankfully, all the training was keeping me match fit. In fact, I couldn't remember being fitter.

Miss Taylor certainly appreciated my fitness during every PE class. Even as the weather turned cool as winter approached, I happily walked around without a shirt on, and I noticed her eyes lingering on me constantly. We'd only managed to fool around once or twice since our first time together. It was a case of being careful as I didn't want to be caught and see her sacked. I didn't need the news in the media either.

I knew she attended every Rangers home game, and she'd generally be by the low barrier keeping the crowd back from the playing field. I'd generally find her waiting to talk to the players, though I knew she wanted to talk to me. It was the third game after my debut that she met my eyes and I could see the hunger and desire. Leaning close to her ear, I whispered, "Tomorrow is Sunday. I'll drive over."

"I can't wait."

I then signed whatever magazine she had in her hand before she walked away. Mum saw everything, but didn't mention it until we arrived home. I had driven Kim home immediately, as she had assignments to complete. I knew getting together would get more and more difficult as she'd taken the most advanced classes possible, so she was absolutely inundated with homework and assignments. Proof of just how damned smart she was. And I'd admitted more than once that, more than anything, I was proud of her and thought she was special.

Earned one hell of a night of passionate sex when I first told her that. We both hobbled out of my bedroom the next morning.

"Was that the teacher you're sleeping with?" Mum asked as we sat down for dinner.

I cringed. I couldn't help it. I didn't think we were being that obvious. But I couldn't lie to my mother. "Yeah. Miss Taylor," I muttered.

"She's pretty. What does she teach again?"

"PE."

"Figured."

"Going to fuck her, Danny?" Kyla wondered.

Meeting the eyes of my mother, she smiled in return. "I don't have a problem with it, Danny. Just don't get caught."

"We don't want that either, Mum. So I'm going to see her tomorrow. We try not to leave school together or anything. We know that'll look suspicious."

"Are you going to spend the night?" Aimee asked.

"No. I'd like to, but on a school night? Again, too much risk involved."

"Want to fuck your mother tonight?" I spat my drink all over the table before coughing a couple of times. Meeting her eyes, I hated to see the sadness in them. "It's just been a while and I miss you," she whispered.

"I can cancel tomorrow..."

"No, I'd just like your company tonight, Danny."

"Aimee, want some company tonight?" Kyla asked.

"Fuck yes. We'll film it for our little brother too. I know how much he loves watching his sisters eat pussy." Even Mum chuckled as she'd done the same with Caroline. My laptop now had quite a few short videos of my female relatives enjoying each other, my mother and aunt, or my two sisters. "Question is, Kyla, are we using fingers, tongues, toys or all of the above?"

"I want my sister's tongue buried in my cunt," Kyla stated.

Aimee placed her knife and fork on the plate, stood up and grabbed Kyla's hand, and after saying she'd see us later, they disappeared. Mum and I shared a glance before laughing again, agreeing to have a drink together and snuggle on the couch first. It didn't take long for us to get a little frisky. I'm sure the idea of making out with your mother would make most people feel awkward. My mother was still young, fit as fuck and had the sex drive of a mature woman. As soon as my hand was underneath her blouse, pleased to find she wasn't wearing a bra, she practically dragged me to her bedroom.

She stripped me naked, pushed me back onto the bed (I helped with that considering I was rather stronger than her) before she hopped up onto the bed and wasted on time swallowing my cock. Making a gesture with my finger, she spun around so I could get a good look at her pussy. She was dripping with excitement, her scent filling the air. She giggled, suggesting my cock got harder. I'm sure it did.

Mum was an expert cocksucker. I felt sorry for the men who'd come before me, that they'd never get to experience this joy again. But her pussy was fantastic in return, just burying my face, my mouth and jaw quickly dripping with her juices as I buried my tongue. I'd learned she loved a little attention on her rosebud in that position, and when I buried my tongue there, she couldn't focus on my blowjob.

"Fuck yes, baby," she moaned,

Rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time, her orgasm arrived quickly, her entire body shaking for a few seconds, barely able to kept herself up on her elbows and knees. Once her orgasm passed, she was now intent on making me cum as well, though I kept my tongue hard at work back on her pussy. I couldn't help grin to myself when I made her cum twice more before I finally erupted in her mouth. My mother eagerly swallowed my cum each and every time, though I was left amused when she rolled off my body onto her back.

"Jesus, Danny, I know it's been a while but are you trying to kill me?"

"Just keeping you satisfied until our next time, mother dear."

She turned and positioned herself against me, wrapping her arm across my broad chest, feeling her snuggle into me. "I'm sorry if I made you feel guilty earlier," she whispered, "I just miss you. It'll be even worse when you move out. Before you say anything, you'll simply have to in the end. Everyone will care about your private life and you need to think about things like marriage and children."

"I'm just so busy with everything." Turning to meet her eyes, I left a soft kiss on her lips. "Never doubt how much I love you, Mum."

"I know, baby. And I think we both knew adding sex would make it more difficult at times. I don't regret it though."

"Neither do I. I'll always be glad you were my first."

We made love a little later, our bodies connecting as I slid inside her, feeling her legs wrap around me, her arms around my back. It was slow and tender, our mouths rarely apart. It was an act of pure love and devotion, the smile on my mother's face not wavering for a second. I don't think either of us even cared about an orgasm, at least for the first half an hour or so. I was amazed at how long I lasted, only increasing the tempo when I did feel an orgasm slowly bubbling away. That's when Mum begged me to start fucking her.

When I erupted inside her, the kiss we shared during and after was as passionate and intense as any we'd ever shared. Mum had always had always loved me unconditionally, but I think that act of lovemaking, and that last kiss, sealed the unspoken agreement that we'd always be lovers. Somehow, we'd make it work.

Needed a little time to recover before Mum could hop on and ride me, so she was happy enough straddling my lap and loving some more cuddle time with her son. Her body was still in marvellous condition for a women approaching forty-five. She kept her work-life balance reasonable and always made sure her home life was as relaxed as possible.

Watching her riding me would be something I'd never forget. As she rode me, enjoying more than one orgasm, she did smile at me for a moment, no doubt deep in thought. "Have you had anal yet?" she wondered.

"No, not yet. Have..."

"Yes, I've done it before. A couple of men I thought worthy. I was wrong about that, of course."

"Um..." I grabbed her hips and stopped her moving. "Mum, you took my virginity, and Kim gave me hers. Um... you see..."

"Is it awkward you being inside me?"

"Well, yeah."

"Need to cum?"

"Not really."

Mum had obviously enjoyed herself so happily slid off my lap, cuddling me again. "You want to do it with Kim, don't you?"

"We've both never done it before. I'm not sure about Kyla or Aimee, if they've done it. Not my business so I don't feel I should ask them."

"If they haven't done it, would you like to with one of your sister's?"

"I'm not sure. It's a shame I can't do it for the first time thrice."

"You have many special women in your life, Danny. Whoever you do it with, it will be a special time." Her fingers grasped my cock. "Now you're still hard, and I think you need to cum again. Sit on the edge of the bed, and when you're ready, you can give your mother a facial. And I want you to take a photo."

"Okay."

Well, I never thought a lot of things in my life would happen, but finishing all over my mother's pretty face was certainly something I never even really thought about. Blowjobs and sex? Sure, doesn't take imagination. But the sexual act of a facial? Never in a million years. As I groaned, watching each spurt coat more of her face in my cum, I'm sure I had a rather shocked expression. Mum laughed away with each splatter, grabbing my phone once I was done to snap a picture.

As she cleaned off her face, I walked into her bathroom to grab a wet cloth, helping clean up her face before I showed her the photo. "Fuck, that's so hot," she whispered, "Shame I can't say that it was my son who'd left my face in such a state." She stood up and offered her hand. "Come on, we need a shower, then we can snuggle in bed."

We snuggled for longer than we'd made love, as we'd gone to bed rather early. I asked questions about her work, and I did suggest the idea about dumping my agent, as I thought she could look after all my contracts. She agreed, though we'd signed a deal with my agent for the first year, but after that, we could easily handle negotiations ourselves. I was honest with her. As long as I was paid a fair wage, could add little bonuses, and the conditions on offer were what I'd want or at least expect, then I didn't need that level of representation. Mum said she'd talk to her bosses at work as taking me on as an official client would only take a little paperwork to fill out and sign.

Everyone was smiling at the kitchen table the next morning. Mum, as I'd woken up and eaten her out to a long, drawn out orgasm, before I slid my cock inside her and lasted all of five minutes. My sister's looked happy as it was obvious they'd spent all night making love. As we ate, I did have to mention one thing. "Mum, Kyla, Aimee, I'm loving the relationships we've now forged. But if you ever feel like I'm..."

I didn't even finish my sentence as all three leapt up to cuddle me. "Shut up, eat your breakfast, and don't think that ever again," Kyla practically growled.

"We love you, Danny, but you are your own man," Aimee added, "We'll never feel jealous or ignored. We have you, but we also have each other."

"Only if you're sure," I muttered, "I don't like the idea of upsetting you, as much as I don't want to break Kim's heart."

After everyone returned to their chairs to resume eating, it remained silent for a few minutes before Mum cleared her throat.

"You're doing just fine right now, Danny," Mum said, "No secrets between us, and while you can't tell any of your lovers about us, you'll need to tell any other lovers about Kim, for example. Miss Taylor might be an issue too..."

"Oh, that's very much a secret. She knows it's just a bit of fun."

"What time are you going to see her?"

"She sent me a message, asking me around for lunch. I'll be home for dinner. Again, keeping the risk at a minimum." Finishing my breakfast, I had to add something. "From what Becca told me, that's her first name, quite a few teachers seem to be infatuated with me. And Ms Symonds."

Kyla burst into laughter. "Make the principal cum, you'll run the school, Danny."

"Think she's interested?" Aimee wondered.

"Well, that's the thing. Apparently she'd love nothing more than, next time I'm invited to her office, I just bend her over the desk and have my way with her."

"Just be careful," Mum warned, "You start sleeping with too many of the faculty and rumours will start to spread. Once they do, shit gets awkward fast."

"I'll be careful, Mum."

I spent the rest of the morning focusing on homework and assignments. Once I'd completed some course work, and got myself ahead on some essays, I shaved, showered and changed. After wishing the family farewell, no surprise they were by the pool though wearing far more clothing considering the time of year, I drove the short distance to Miss Taylor's apartment, parking a street away as previously agreed.

Knocking on the door, she opened it slowly to reveal her body covered in a very short silk robe, left wondering if she wore anything underneath. I looked her up and down, her bare legs glistening, I assumed from moisturiser, her feet bare though her toenails were painted red. Stepping inside without a word exchanged, as soon as she shut and locked it, I pressed her body back against the door and kissed her deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth.

"I've missed you," she whispered.

"Missed you too but I'm so damned busy."

"It's okay. A lot on your plate."

Lifting herself up, her legs around my waist, I easily carried her to the bedroom, our lips barely parting as I somehow managed to partly undress on the way. Taking off her robe, I definitely smiled at her nudity, and once I joined her in my birthday suit, we moved onto the bed, wasting little time sliding my cock inside her. She told me then and there that there was no foreplay, only fucking that afternoon.

"And lunch, of course," she added with a giggle, "That isn't my pussy," she said as an afterthought.

"So pussy is dessert then?"

"I'd love you to eat my pussy at school," she moaned as I started to fuck her, "Sit you under my desk and just let you make me cum over and over again. Then I'd take you into the changing rooms and suck you off, just waiting for someone to walk in and discover us."

"You'd be naked?"

"Oh no, I'd be completely dressed, waiting for your cum to drip onto my clothing, so people would look and stare, wondering what the stains were."

"You've got a little kinky side, don't you, Miss Taylor?"

She moaned as I started to fuck her harder. "One of my students currently has his wonderful cock buried in my pussy. I'm a very naughty girl."

Rolling over, I had her ride me to an orgasm before she leaned forward, my hands ending up grabbing her arse, as I started pumping up into her. Leaning down to kiss me, she moaned as I fucked her harder and harder. "Oh fuck yes," she groaned, sensing I was getting close to orgasm myself, "Fuck and fill me, baby."

I surprised her by climaxing, rolling her over onto her back, and I just kept on fucking her. Pushing her legs right back, proving her flexibility, I was amazed my cock barely went soft. Good thing about eighteen and perpetually horny, I guess, as I thought I'd end up pushing rope. Miss Taylor just kept chanting 'Fuck me, fuck me', helped her orgasm again and again, and I finally came inside her a second time a little later.

Lying back after that, we shared a glance and shared a chuckle and a little kiss. "Well, I can now say I've fucked a footy player," she said with humour.

"Only played the one game."

"While true, what a debut, Danny. When will you play again?"

"Coach said I'll be on the bench within a couple of weeks. He wanted some of the attention to fizzle before I played again. Didn't want pressure heaped on my shoulders too soon."

"Sounds like he has your interests at heart."

"He does. Don't get me wrong, it was frustrating being back in the stands after my first game, but I now understand his reasoning. Still learning plenty from Billy and Graham though. Just being there in training is an education in itself."

We enjoyed lunch together, preparing a stir fry together. I like to believe I impressed her, simply because I could actually help out in the kitchen. Certainly seemed shocked at the fact I could wield a knife cutting vegetables. I explained that I was now looking after my own diet plan, so didn't expect my mother to prepare two separate meals.

As we ate, we spent more time discussing her life and I was surprised by how open and honest she was with me. I guess, since we were sleeping together, there was no point in secrecy. She told me she'd been single since her last year at university. Relationship was with her high school boyfriend. No cheating. No violence. Just drifted apart, being different people at twenty-one to fifteen. She dated both boys and girls for a little while but was content living the single life, focusing on her career. "And having a handsome young man in my bed isn't so bad too," she finished.

The handsome young man took her back to bed after lunch, making love for a couple of hours before I needed to go home. I think we both would have liked me to stay the night. We talked about it working and agreed that, one night, we'd just have to give into temptation but keep the risk to a minimum.