Going all the way?

A few hours later and it was game time, and you were set to play against the first team defense, while the second team defense got the first team offense. It was all part of showing off the team's strengths for the fans to see, and with so many Super Seniors the whole team felt like it would be their year to go all the way. Most of your fellow S.S.'s were on the First Team, but a few guys were on the Second with you, like Troy on the OL and Derrick at WR as well. Be that as it may, your confidence was through the roof tonight and you were able to make some great catches over the middle, even though it meant you found yourself running into the immovable wall that was Terry more than once. He wasn't the speediest linebacker, but he was certainly talented. He was giving you major props after each play, and you were sure that any good words he could give improved your chances to getting more playing time since he wasn't just a team captain, but Coach Hester's son too. By the time the first and second teams swapped out for the underclassmen for the fourth quarter, you had 5 catches for 48 yards and got a "way to play!" from Coach when you hit the sidelines. You mom was smiling bright as the sun at you as well, but she didn't come embarrass you. You also caught Rose's eye as she was cheering and you knew that she liked what she had seen!

Hitting the locker room after the scrimmage was no issue either, as your protective cup and cage came off just as easily as your mom said it would. Coach gave the team a good talk after and everyone was in high spirits and you got a lot of high fives for the night. Your dream of more playing time definitely seemed like it was on the horizon. After you were dressed you went out to meet Rose and she greeted you with a "good game" kiss. She was still in her cheer outfit and even though your mom had drained you on her table earlier, you felt your dick jump at the feel of Rose pressing against you. Your kiss was broken when your phone went off with a text from your mom.

"Chris, I'm going to be stuck here working on Terry's ankle for a bit, Coach thinks he tweaked it on that one weird play where you guys ran the speed option out left. Do you want to wait on me or get a ride home with someone?"

You took one look at Rose and quickly sent back, "I've got a ride!" before she grabbed your hand and pulled you off towards her car in a sprint... She had something to show you tonight!

"So it's your ankle that's bothering you? Didn't I tape it up like Fort Knox earlier tonight?"

"You did Ms. Lawrence, but I think having to chase your son around all night loosened it up. Chris played like a new man tonight! You sure you didn't give him some of the same treatment you've been giving us?"

"Don't be ridiculous, he's my son Mr. Hester. Now I've enjoyed being of service to you boys and I think the results speak for themselves, don't you? Now, let me get a look at that ankle. I'll let you get off with a lot, but critiquing my ankle wrapping isn't gonna fly!"

Terry was sitting on the same table you had been milked on earlier, wearing just his football pants and offering his "injured" foot to your mom. She slowly began removing the wrap on his ankle and easily noticed that there were no obvious injuries.

"You could have at least showered first if you were going to make me unwrap this sweaty foot of yours for no reason Terry..."

"Oh don't be like that Ms. Lawrence! I know you don't mind the other parts of me when they're a little sweaty... I think I just need a little kiss on it to make it feel better."

Your mom held Terry's slab of a foot in her hands. He was right. Since she had started working at the school she had been enjoying him and the other Super Seniors before and after practice a few times a week to "keep them at top performance" and make good on the recommendation that Terry had put in with his dad to hire her away from the clinic. All the Super Seniors were in on it, but Terry was her most common customer by far. Even with him though things rarely ventured beyond a hand job and some light breast and ass squeezing, but as she massaged his foot she got an idea. The boys had been getting pleasure from her, so why not let them return the favor instead of making her go home and masturbate?

"Oh, so a kiss will make it feel better? What if I kiss it here? And here? Or up here?"

She planted her first kiss on his heel and the next on the fleshy part below his big toe. The third was on his ankle bone, and she gave it a little tongue before running her hands up his legs and planting a kiss on his already impressive bulge; leaving a faint lipstick mark on his white football pants.

"That's much better Ms. Lawrence! You must be an angel... I'm getting a bit hot though, do you think you could help me cool off?"

With a grin, you mom grabbed hold of Terry's pants at the waist and as he lifted his butt off the table she pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing his rapidly hardening black slab of meat. The smell of him filled her nostrils, but she kept her cool. She had a plan after all...

"I'm always impressed when I see you cock Terry, it's just so... full all the time. But I think you owe me a little something tonight for tackling my son so much. I think you need to feel what it's like to have someone jump on top of you for a change!"

With that your mom quickly flung herself onto the table and plopped down on Terry's chest, with her ass tauntingly close to his face but not on it. She now had very good access to his quickly hardening cock and she wrapped her hands around it to pump it up to its full 8 inches. Terry was a marvelous specimen, but his bulb of a cock head and his heavy, swinging balls were the icing on the cake. He was the first man she had ever known who preferred when she stuck to his tip, but it was so massive she wasn't sure it would fit in her throat if she tried. She also adored playing with his scrotum, as it just had so much skin to pull on and tease. She was kind of lost in her reverie about what she liked so much about Terry's penis when he took advantage of her ass gently gyrating within reach. Her school branded leggings didn't stand a chance, as he used his powerful arms to push her off balance, making her face plant into his crotch, as his hands tore at the seam running down her crack. As soon as she was bared to him, his tongue dove into her while his arms quickly locked her in place.

The **** on her pussy and ass left her breathless and Terry was going at her like a dog; his tongue poking at every fold, gliding along the inside and outside of her cheeks, his lips slurping at her labia and clit. Years of pent up desire came flooding out of her, as the pandemic had only made her already poor dating life worse, and for the first time in what seemed like forever she had a passionate tongue unlocking her box. She came. Once, twice, maybe even a third, but by then she was practically delirious. Only a sharp spank on her ass brought her head down from the clouds as Terry spoke.

"Damn, you've got a fine peach Ms. Lawrence! I could eat that all day! Why don't you give me a thank you kiss?" She started to awkwardly try to swivel her body around to get face to face with Terry, but he stopped her with a laugh. "Oh no, I mean a kiss downstairs Ms. Lawrence. You started something you haven't finished yet!"

He was right. One of her hands had been supporting her on the table, but the other had an iron grip on his shaft, nearly digging into the flesh. It had the same basic effect as a cock ring, and his big, black cock looked close to bursting from the pressure. She noticed a trail of pre-cum oozing from his bulbous tip so she took a long lick up his shaft to the ridge of his head before engulfing his whole tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around its base as she savored his taste. A moan **** its way out around his cock as he started to kneed and massage her ass. She was eager to replicate his enthusiasm from earlier, so she quickly started flicking her tongue across his slit as she slurped and popped his engorged tip in and out of her mouth.

"Oh shit, I think I'm gonna cum. Quick, get down and let me see you swallow it!"

It took a miracle of athleticism to untangle themselves and let her down onto the floor. Terry leaned on the table and she knelt in front of him, her hand never releasing her grip on the base of his cock. She wanted all that pressure to burst into her mouth, not drain out while they changed positions, even for a second. They barely made the move in time, as she saw the first jet of cum fly from his cock as she moved to put her mouth back in position. It hit her right on the button up portion of her team polo shirt but the rest of his seed hit its target as she let her grip go and her mouth was flooded with cum. She had earned some big loads from guys in the past, and especially recently because of her arrangement with treating the Super Seniors on the team, but this one put them all to shame. She presented it to Terry and even he was amazed by just how much he had blown. She gave it a dramatic swallow, then took a few minutes for them both to just catch their breath.

"Um... You've got some leftovers on your shirt Ms. Lawrence."

Terry pointed out the damp, white strands of cum that had started to dry on her polo shirt. She had just been breathing and marveling over the softening cock in front of her, but they had already spent way too much time after the game for a reasonable excuse to check out, so she needed to get moving. First, taking stock of her appearance, Terry was right. The first spray of his errant orgasm had stained her shirt; and there was no way her pants could be salvaged. The entire crotch had been torn out and it seemed as if only the waistband was holding them together.

"Damn, I do... Alright, you need to holster that cannon of yours and get out of here. You owe me a new pair of leggings and I intend to collect!"

Terry gave her a playful smack on the bottom as he ran out of her office towards the locker room, but she couldn't retaliate in case someone heard her yell after him. After giving her table a quick rubdown and looking around for any other incriminating evidence, she peeled her ripped leggings off and hid them in the trash. Her thong was in rough shape too; Terry's passionate move had shredded the fine lace in several places, but she put those in her purse to see if she could do anything to fix them later. Her polo was easy to replace since Coach had provided her with dozens; but new pants would be an issue. She didn't have any more team pants around, but she did have a few boxes of team uniforms and gear around the office. While she was sure she could squeeze into a pair of volleyball shorts, and they'd look fantastic, Chris might notice if she came home wearing tight spandex shorts instead of the leggings she'd been in all day, but she did snag a pair for herself though. None of the basketball gear made a good fit, but she was finally able to find some sweatpants in the old baseball box. Sufficiently clothed once again, and free of any evidence of her post-game activities, she headed home.