The Jock

By Max Swan (Horrorotica).
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The Jock Max Swan

  • When a freshman college jock on a Basketball scholarship spots a sexy mother/daughter combo at the gym in Honolulu, his life takes a distinctly kinky turn.
Gus will always remember the first time he saw them. He had moved to Honolulu immediately after graduating from high school on a basketball scholarship at the University of Hawaii. The white jock is a promising ‘point guard’ at six foot five tall, slim athletic build, with blonde hair and blue eyes. While Gus won’t begin his freshman year until September, he found a decent job, as he needs the money. A side benefit, his employer, provided membership at a fancy local gym, one he couldn’t have afforded otherwise, and he couldn’t start using the college gym until officially enrolled. Being an athlete, Gus needs to keep in the best condition he can as his scholarship depends on it.

The blonde jock is running briskly on a treadmill one day when a class gets out in an upstairs studio. About two dozen women and a smattering of men came down the stairs followed by several women talking animatedly to a striking rail-thin brunette of Hawaiian heritage. Standing next to her is a younger woman with the same color hair, features, and same impressive build. Both wore skin-hugging leotards identical in style, although differing in color. As the group of women moves across the room, Gus overheard enough of the conversation to understand the sexy older woman had been leading a Pilate’s class.

After their entourage dispersed, the two women linger at the front counter talking to the attendant when the younger one notices Gus checking them out. Busted, he gives the women his best ‘you-caught-me’ grin. The younger woman smiles, said something to the older one, who turns, holds his gaze for a beat, before returning her focus to her companions. A few minutes later, they left.

After finishing with the treadmill, Gus went to the front desk. The older woman, he discovered, is Jackie Portman who taught several classes at the gym. The younger one is her daughter Kelly, a seventeen-year-old high school student. The male attendant made it clear Gus isn’t the first man who asked about them. Gus checked the schedule; Jackie is down to lead a steps class in a couple of days.

*****

The handsome jock is hanging downstairs when Jackie and Kelly came through the front door. They certainly didn’t mind people identifying them as mother and daughter, they look alike, styled their hair the same way, although Kelly’s is longer, and their leotards are differently colored variations of each other. Gus introduces himself. Mrs. Portman, in turn, introduced herself and her daughter and said she hopes he enjoys the class. Gus soon finds out not only do the women look alike; they share the same optimistic, upbeat, positive personality associated with aerobics instructors. The two women appear in superb condition, pushing everyone, encouraging everyone, and leaving all but a few in the dust. Not Gus though, he’s a very fit young man.

*****

After class, along with several others, he walked downstairs with Jackie and Kelly, offered to treat them to bottles of water after the crowd peeled away. Jackie declined, and said, “Sorry, I have an errand to run in town,” then to Kelly, “Can you swing by and pick me up on your way home, sweetie?”

“Sure, mom. I can sure use a drink, thanks, Gus,” Kelly said.

Two days later, Kelly and Gus shared a bed.

Not too long after that, for the first time in his life, Gus told a woman he loved her.

*****

The Jock Max Swan

  • When a freshman college jock on a Basketball scholarship spots a sexy mother/daughter combo at the gym in Honolulu, his life takes a distinctly kinky turn.

The jock had never been one for classes at health clubs, preferring to work out with his basketball teammates and coaches, or alone. However, Gus couldn’t see how to stop going without offending Mrs. Portman as once he enrolled in University he’s quickly introduced to the Basketball department and a training schedule is handed to him the first day. Still, staying at the gym gave Gus an excuse to watch his girlfriend and her hot mother covers in thin veneers of sweat, stretching and straining in skin-tight leotards. Who can say no to that?

Gus and Kelly had been seeing each other for about six weeks when, holding her in the spoon position (they’d just rock each other’s worlds on his one-room apartment’s undersized bed) Kelly suddenly asks, “You think my mother’s hot, don’t you?”

There is no point in denying it. Kelly and her Mom surely knew, and neither seemed offended. Mrs. Portman had been enthusiastic about Gus dating her daughter from day one.

“Yeah, it’s clear you come by some of your good looks naturally,” Gus said.

“Some?”

“As hard as you and your Mom work out, there’s a lot of sweat and dedication that goes into how you look.”

Bringing his hand to her mouth, she kissed it and said, “Nice rescue,” then, smiling indecipherably, looked over her shoulder.

“What?” Gus asks.

“The guys I’ve known … They usually think my mom’s hot,” Kelly said and sighed. “Most look at her furtively, sneakily, thinking they’re slick, that we don’t notice, but we do.”

“Really? You notice?”

Kelly nods earnestly. “Then there are the men that stare and drool, so not cool.”

“That’s just creepy,” Gus said with a sneer.

“There are a few, I don’t know if they have more or less control, which look away even when they should be looking at her like they don’t know how to handle it.

“So why am I different?” Gus asks.

“You’re different cos you don’t take creepy little looks, but when you have a reason to look, you do, and don’t seem to feel weird about it. Plus, you’re the first to admit it.”

Gus didn’t say that, in addition to having a thing for hot younger women like her, he had a thing for hot older women. The teen jock had bedded quite a few friends’ moms back home, and Gus loved a sexy MILF. Instead, since it is clear it didn’t bother Kelly, and she digs it, Gus said, “Yeah, your mom is a sexy woman, of course, I check her out. Why bring it up, interested in a threesome?”

Laughing, Kelly said, “What makes you think I’m bisexual, and why are guys fascinated by threesomes, especially with mothers and daughters?”

Making a mental note she hadn’t said no or gotten offended, he said, “It must be some kind of biological or evolutionary imperative,” and then avoided the question by kissing Kelly deeply.

She kissed Gus back and reached for his dick. Soon Gus is driving into her cunt again, shaking the flimsy bed, and Kelly is totally into it, writhing, moaning, clutching his back, and digging her fingers into the jock. Not that Kelly isn’t always into it, but Gus knew the conversation about her mother had turned the high school senior on.

*****

The Jock Max Swan

  • When a freshman college jock on a Basketball scholarship spots a sexy mother/daughter combo at the gym in Honolulu, his life takes a distinctly kinky turn.

Gus’s phone rings, no name appears. He thought about letting it roll to voicemail, but there is something familiar about the number, then he gets it. It’s one digit different from Kelly.“Hello, Gus Collins speaking,” he answers.

“Hey Gus, it’s Jackie Portman. Kelly gave me your number; I figured it’d be okay to call.”

“I never complain about a beautiful woman with my phone number. What can I do for you?”

After a moment’s hesitation, but no objection, Jackie said, “Kelly’s talked about you so much her father wants to meet you. Can you come to the house for drinks, and then we’ll go to dinner.”

“Sounds fine, when?”

“Sunday at seven,” Jackie said.

“I’m open, where are we going?”

“Orchids, it on Kalia road.”

The jock checks Orchids on-line. Coat and tie? He didn’t own a coat and tie, and his bank account is in no shape to buy them. While looking up the local consignment shops, he realized he didn’t have Kelly’s home address; they had always met in town. He considered texting Kelly but pleased by the tone of his conversation with Mrs. Portman, called her back.

“Hello, Gus,” Jackie said cheerfully.

She’d saved his number to her phone’s memory.

“Hey, good-looking, I just realized I don’t have your address,” Gus said.

After a pause, Jackie said, “What if I told my daughter you called me ‘good looking’ and asked for my address?”

“Kelly and I are in complete agreement about her mother’s good looks. Is she there?”

“Yes, should I get her for you?”

“Only after a little more flirting,” Gus said.

“You’re bad…”

“And I only get worse, now what’s the address?”

“I’ll text it to you, here’s Kelly…” As she moves the phone from her mouth, Gus heard, as she intended, Jackie said, “Your very bad boyfriend is on the phone, tell him he needs a cold shower.”

*****

It is his first trip to the Honolulu burbs. After checking in with the rent-a-cop at the subdivision’s front gate, he drove his jalopy down shaded streets, waiting for some asshole to pull him over. It looked like only shiny new Mercedes, BMWs, Cadillac’s, and Lexus’s, with an occasional Porsche, are legal in this neighborhood.

Gus’s phone led him to a circular driveway at the end of a cul-de-sac to a nice house. He parked behind a black Range Rover, gets out, and rang the bell wondering about Kelly’s father. Kelly talked about her Mom all the time; they are best friends than parent and child, but rarely mentioned her father. When she did, it’s positive but bland, a vague assurance that dad is ‘OK.’ Still, the blonde jock had imagined the man as a bookend for his wife and daughter, tip-top condition, good-looking, smart, and incisive.

Kelly opened the door, kissed his lips and said, “Hey, lover, ready to meet the family?”

The brunette high school student looks great. Her loose-fitting dress holds on by spaghetti straps, dipped down her chest, stopping just short of her cleavage, clinched at the waist, then hung to the floor in a series of graceful folds. What is most striking, however, is the cascade of colors, oranges, and yellows, greens, and blues, imposed on patterns of butterfly wings.

Gus said, “That’s a lovely dress, babe. You look hot.”

Kelly slips her hand into his and turning, the bottom of the dress swirling about, they head into the house.

In the living room, large, cathedral ceiling, gorgeous furniture, ceiling to floor back window overlooking a swimming pool, is Mrs. Portman, her dress also long, open shouldered, loose-fitting and a rainbow of colors: chartreuse, pink, magenta. Moreover, while neither dress is overtly sexual, this particular mother and daughter in public dressed alike are sexy. As meticulous as they’re about their appearance, it’s no accident.

“Mrs. Portman, you’re stunning, your dress, like your daughter’s, is beautiful, love the colors,” Gus said.

“Thank you,” Jackie said, adding as a man enters the room, “Gus, this is my husband, Rick. Rick, this is Gus, Kelly’s new boyfriend.”

Contrary to his expectations, Rick does not match his wife and daughter. The man is his wife’s height, or possibly a bit shorter; now her heels gave her an inch on him. Rick is pudgy, looks like a man who spends his working life sitting on his ass in an office.

The Jock Max Swan

  • When a freshman college jock on a Basketball scholarship spots a sexy mother/daughter combo at the gym in Honolulu, his life takes a distinctly kinky turn.

“It’s good to meet you,” Rick said with a nod and a smile. “I’m told you’re gonna make a great addition to ‘The Rainbow Warriors’ next season.”

The Rainbow Warriors is the name of the University of Honolulu’s basketball team that plays in the men’s NCAA competition. Gus reaches for Rick’s hand and studies the older man’s chubby face. His features are affable and friendly, the face of a person who gets along with everyone and liked people. For a man who owned a dozen car dealerships across the USA, Rick had the kind of face that generated trust, a handy thing in such a sleazy profession. The older man didn’t sell prestige vehicles; he isn’t selling cars to his neighbors for sure. Rick specializes in selling affordable used cars to workers and middle-income earners.

In response to the comment about Gus’s basketball aspirations, the jock said, “I can only hope, sir. But being a freshman this year, I don’t have high hopes of getting much game time next season.”

Over dinner, Gus’s impression of Rick confirms. Mr. Portman does not have his wife or daughters’ cynical intelligence, which they mask with their positive, upbeat personalities. Rick is what he appeared to be, a good man, a roll with the punches man, a laugh at your jokes no matter how bad they are, and a not notice if you get a little inappropriate man.

Moreover, Gus does get a little inappropriate. He focused on Rick’s wife and daughter, made eye contact, and holds it. They responded, of course, their dark Hawaiian eyes are on the jock too. Gus touched them, starting with a shoulder, a forearm, moves to the waist, cleaned a speck of food off their face. When one had to go to the bathroom, Gus holds her chair, does the same on her return, and gets a kiss as a reward. He told mother and daughter how good they look. Openly relishing the compliment, they thank Gus. The women respond with a flip of the hair, a tongue gliding on a lip, and move a little closer.

Through it all, Mr. Portman seems fine, happy to have Gus entertain the women.

Back at the house, Mr. Portman excuses himself to go to the bathroom, and Kelly said, “Mom, I know it’s late, but there’s a party I want to go to. Can I go? Gus will take good care of me, I’m sure.”

This is the first heard of the party.

Mrs. Portman said, “Honey, you didn’t mention a party. Where is it?”

“It’s at one of the frat houses at UH,” Kelly said and looks at Gus, “which frat again, babe?”

He said, unconvincingly, “Delta Beta Gamma something…”

Mrs. Portman smiled and said, “Delta Beta Gamma something?”

She knows what’s going on.

“Yeah, Delta Beta Gamma something, those Greek names run into each other,” Gus said with a shrug.

Jackie turns to her daughter. “A frat party and it’s already approaching curfew, what will your father think?” she said.

“C’mon, Mom, if you say it’s OK, he will too.”

Turning back to Gus Mrs. Portman said, “You promise to take good care of her?”

“The best I can, I promise no frat boy will get near her.”

“Of that, I’m sure, sweetie,” Jackie said rolling her eyes. “Well, if you’re gonna date a college man I guess we need to make allowances. If it gets too late or if you need to spend the night with a friend in town, text me.”

Rick returns, and permissions received. At the front door, Gus thanks Rick for dinner, leans in to kiss his wife good night. Jackie holds his arm and whispers in his ear, “You better use protection, or I’ll kill you.”

Stepping back he said, “Thank you, Mrs. Portman.”

*****

The Jock Max Swan

  • When a freshman college jock on a Basketball scholarship spots a sexy mother/daughter combo at the gym in Honolulu, his life takes a distinctly kinky turn.

Driving back to his place Kelly said, “So what do you think of dad?”

“I was a bit surprised,” Gus said. “I’d figured him to be in primo shape, like you and your Mom.”

“Dad’s let himself go,” Kelly said. “He’s in a dozen civic groups, always going to meetings, eating bad food, never has time to exercise. Nevertheless, he says it’s good for business.

“Well, you can’t argue with his success, the house is beautiful. He seems like a really nice man.”

“He is, and you took advantage, flirting with me and Mom in front of him.”

There is no anger in her voice. Then her bra is on his shoulder. She works it off under her dress.

“Two beautiful women; it’s hard to resist being a little bad. Your dad didn’t seem bothered by it.”

“No, he’s very peripatetic,” Kelly said. “Mom and I wear him out, though. So he’s glad when someone else entertains us.”

She drops her panties in his lap, and said, “Remember, we’ll need to text Mom and let her know I crashed with a girlfriend.”

In his apartment, it doesn’t take long for Kelly, already sans panties and bra, to get naked; it took Gus longer, but not much. He slips a finger, then two, inside her wet cunt.

“God, you’re hot,” Gus moans.

She runs her fingers the length of his penis, squeezed, and said, “Hard not to be when your boyfriend has this kind of dick … Big and hard.”

“I’ve been hiding my semi all night.”

“Yeah, you loved it,” Kelly gushes, “hanging and flirting with two sexy women, you are shameless.”

Gus twists his fingers inside her cunt and kisses her. “Moi?” he said. “You two are asking for it, hot mom and daughter wearing the same sexy dress. That wasn’t clothing, it is foreplay.”

Smearing his precum into the head of his dick, Kelly (adopting a tone of pouting faux-innocence) said, “Honey, those dresses are classy, long and loose. The sex is only in your head.”

“You make everything hot,” Gus said hoarsely.

“And my mom?”

“Yep… must be genetic.”

Twisting her hand on his big cock, Kelly said, “Really, if mom asks real nice, would you fuck her? I can hear it now … ‘Fuck me, Gus … Kelly and Rick are gone. Give me that hard cock I need so badly. My husband doesn’t fuck me anymore, and you’re sooooo much bigger than him anyway. Rick is a shrimp dick compared to you. From the happy look on Kelly’s face when she gets home from a date, you obviously know how to use it too.’”

Gus smiles and gets in on the roleplay. “I don’t know Mrs. Portman; I’ve never cheated on Kelly. Is your husband’s dick really that small?”

“Oh, it’s a total baby dick, and he’s so unfit he can barely get it hard,” Kelly said impersonating her mother.

“Still, I can’t cheat on Kelly,” Gus said shaking his head. “I love her too much for that.”

Rolling on all fours, Kelly spread her legs, exposing her glistening pussy, looking over her shoulder and the brunette schoolgirl said, “Don’t worry, my daughter won’t mind. If I know that horny minx, it’ll only make her hotter. I’m a MILF who needs a big cock, so fuck me hard like you do Kelly.”

“Well if it’s going to make Kelly happy, who am I to argue?”

Gus gets on his knees and holds her by the waist. Kelly reaches back, places his dick on her cuntal mouth, and said, “Fuck me.”

In long, slow motion, Gus pushes into the teen who sighs happily, as her pussy spreads, yielding, and molding itself to his nine-inch cock.

Dropping her head to her forearms, Kelly said, “This is what I need, a young man’s thick cock…” The teen arches her back, raises her head. “Fuck me … Fuck Kelly’s mommy … Fuck me hard.”

The Jock Max Swan

  • When a freshman college jock on a Basketball scholarship spots a sexy mother/daughter combo at the gym in Honolulu, his life takes a distinctly kinky turn.

Gus pulls out until only the cockhead is inside her tight cunt, pauses, then drives into the schoolgirl shaking the flimsy bed. As he does, Kelly pushes into Gus, rotating her ass, clenching her sex muscles.

“I see the way you young studs look at me with your bulging hard-on’s barely hidden in your sweatpants,” Kelly said still roleplaying her mother, “it makes his pussy so wet and randy.”

They fucked, his squeaking bed rocking back and forth, the sound reverberating off the walls of his tiny room.

“Have you thought about it stud, a threesome, fucking me and Kelly at the same time?” Kelly moans.

“Two hot mouths on my cock…” Gus said hotly. “Filling two sexy women with my big dick … Drenching them with cum … Hell, YES.”

“That’s it … That’s it, Gus … Imagine it … Imagine you’re fucking my mom while I watch with my fingers in my cunt,” Kelly moans.

He imagines it all right, and his cock, stiff and hard, is like the piston of a racecar, reaming the brunette teen. Words desert them, replaced by wheezes, moans, shouts, and hollers, but the image in their minds is the same. It’s Gus fucking Mrs. Portman under her daughter’s licentious approving gaze. Mesmerized by this perverted shared fantasy, Kelly balanced herself on one arm and reached for her clit. He moves his hands to the teen’s tits, twisting the small hard nipples. They fuck, they howl, an animal sound the neighbors may someday forgive. When the jocks balls tighten, pull into his body, he moves his hands to her waist, holds her tight and explodes, flooding her with a load of cum fermenting in his balls all evening. As Gus drenched her most private parts, Kelly joins him with the furious yelps of orgasmic delight, and her body starts to convulse in that rhythmic fury of muscle contraction.

*****

This is an excerpt from “The Jock” – buy the eBook to read the whole story.

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