The Hockey Mom Ch. 02

I am bewitched, she thinks, almost in the literal sense of the word. Jennifer Dean has bewitched me, just as surely as if she'd turned me into a frog or a cat. Victoria squats down by the clothes, her eyes flickering to the bathroom door. Jennifer has only been in there a minute or two, she won't come out now, she can't.

Victoria stretches a hand towards the clothes. This is how true temptation feels, she thinks, the terrible desire to do something utterly wrong, and to be barely even aware that there is any choice in the matter.

Jennifer's plain white panties were the last item she took off, so they are on top of the pile. Victoria strokes them with her fingertips. Five minutes before, her mind had never once, in her entire life, entertained the thought of doing something as sordid as this. Now, it is all she wants. She lifts the panties up, her eyes fixed on the bathroom door.

Just this one moment, she thinks, just this one second and I will have one crazy and wonderful thing to hold in my memory forever. It's so wrong, but I have to do it.

Victoria presses Jennifer's panties against her face, the white cotton soft against her lips and nose. She breathes in deeply, hoping that every available memory cell in her mind will retain all the delicious, sordid nuances that her senses are detecting.

Jennifer had worn the panties for only a couple of hours. But she'd been running around the tennis court, jumping, stretching, every ounce of exertion releasing little traces into the thin fibres of the material.

There is nothing dirty about what Victoria can smell as she rubs the panties over her face. Quite the opposite, in fact. It is the most intimate odour of a beautiful, bewitching woman, and to Victoria it surpasses the finest product that the greatest perfumer in Paris could ever hope to create. She takes one final, desperate breath, and drops the panties back onto the rest of Jennifer's clothes.

When Jennifer finally emerges, Victoria is ready to go. Right now, even when Jennifer drops her towel, there is only one thought in Victoria's mind.

"Time up?" asks Jennifer. "Hey, it was really good of you to find time for the match, Rabbit. We're such a team! How about, you come over for lunch tomorrow? Just you and me. I bet there's a hundred more secrets you're gonna have to share with me!"

"That would be great." Yes, thinks Victoria, there are secrets, now, and how wonderful it would be for Jennifer to hear them, and smile, and say that it's okay, in fact it's better than okay...

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Victoria has only fifteen minutes on her own at home, no time to strip. Her dress is around her waist, her panties around her ankles. One breast is half-revealed where she's wrenched it free off her bra and slipped the top of the dress down. The exposed nipple is brown and hard and full of urgent need, like the rest of her. She squeezes it ruthlessly, while her other hand rubs either side of her clit. There is no time or need for subtlety, this cum has to be fast and brutal.

Her mind is magically – that word again – full of the scent of Jennifer's panties. She is able to recapture with almost total accuracy the sensation of pressing her new friend's plain white underwear against her face. She can still smell Jennifer's sweat, still feel the material that touched her lips having been held so close to Jennifer's sex.

Victoria's orgasm is close, but as her climax begins to build, her imagination shifts slightly. It is no longer an empty pair of panties in her mind. Now she is picturing herself kneeling on the floor in Jennifer's bedroom, Jennifer is standing in front of her, naked apart from those panties, and as she looks up Victoria can see that Jennifer is playing with those beautiful boobs. And Victoria is nuzzling Jennifer's panties, nuzzling the other mom's crotch, pressing against Jennifer's panty-clad pussy with her nose and her mouth, pleasuring her with her face, being Jennifer's slut, being a slut for a slut.

Victoria bucks and writhes as her orgasm fills her, every inch of her body filled with the desire to offer herself to Jennifer in any way that Jennifer wants her.

Victoria looks at her watch. Two minutes till she has to be out of the house to pick the kids up. And only about twenty hours until she's with Jennifer again.