We won & everyone was stoked. I beat my personal best, scoring 28 points & getting MVP, it'd be a noticeable bump to my average before I went to Whitworth. I surprised myself. To be honest, I thought I'd be a little distracted. Ally's (Alistair's) mom had turned up looking FINE. Seriously. She was always hot but she often seemed a little high strung & usually wore clothes that seemed a bit too old for her. But on game-day she was a fucking smokeshow.
She wasn't even meant to be there, Ally told us a week ago it'd just be his dad. He tried to hide it but he looked relieved. We usually give him a bit of a hard time about what a MILF his mom is, but there she was, in the bleachers, without her husband. She was looking better than ever, her cheeks were a little flushed, & she looked relaxed & happy. She somehow looked even younger (how old is she anyway? She looks too young to have three kids, she looks too young & too hot to be Ally's mom). She'd turned up with another woman, a purple-haired, flat-chested chick who gave me gay-vibes (although Josh & Tyler wouldn't shut up about her being a MILF too).
Turns out, she was Ally's dad's lesbian sister, "aunty Emma". A hot-lesbian-aunty (hottish, in my view), a LAILF? But Mrs Doyle was still all I could think about. When I first saw her she was hugging Ally & she ruffled his hair a bit. For once she wasn't as buttoned up, she was still wearing one of those floaty skirts that went past the knee she usually wore, but instead of a figure-concealing shirt or one of those cardigans she usually covered up with, she was in a spaghetti-strapped cami. Her tits were FIRE. I can't believe Ally got to suck on them for the first couple of years of his life. If she was my mom I'd never have stopped breast-feeding. For the first quarter I had to play with a half-chub.
Yet, knowing she was watching I played the best game of my life. Who knew? At full-time after we'd all leapt around hugging & celebrating & all the wins were announced & shit I kept looking over at Mrs Doyle. At one point she saw me looking & smiled at me. I could feel myself getting another semi, I had to focus & get rid of it before we hit the showers. Mom & Dad were hyped, Dad said we'd go eat wherever I wanted but I told them I was gonna party with my teammates & could we catch up the next day instead.
It was only partly a lie, some of the guys were having a party in the hotel suite Ally's dad had paid for. I'd been staying there with Ally, & Tyler for the past three nights already & it'd been a great trip. Ally's girlfriend Alexis (my ex but it's cool) was with us, & her bff Hailey. On the first night Hailey had given me head but the next day she soured a little when I told her I wasn't looking for anything complicated (after all, we'll all be at college soon) & she moved on to Tyler instead. That was cool too, part of the reason I broke up with Alexis was that she was too clingy. I'm just not really about commitment, you know? I mean, we're only 18, what are we going to do, get married? Nah.
So I knew that with Alexis & the rest of the cheerleaders coming to Ally's suite later it'd be easy to hook up with one of them. I was feeling pretty high after my success on the court. But I kinda wanted to flirt with Mrs Doyle if I could. I was getting some vibes from her, like she might be down to clown if I played it right. I knew it was a long shot but I've always had a big thing for her. (Trust me, BIG. Lol).
I jerked off to her more than Pornhub. In fact, she was the first person I'd EVER jerked off to, I still remember it. The fam & I go to the same church as the Doyles & we were in the pew behind them & she accidentally dropped her cardigan on the floor & when she bent over to pick it up her skirt clung to the shape of her ass. It was a summery, lightweight thing, sort of thin fabric, you know? & it was thin enough that when she bent over I could see she was wearing a G-string, or maybe not wearing any panties, just a pair of perfect round asscheeks, slimmer & perkier than every other mom's. I managed to hide my arousal at church. Later, at home I'd lay on my bed & jerked myself to the memory until I'd cum into my Spiderman: Homecoming T-shirt.
That shirt became my designated jizz rag. Kinda wish I'd cum in a different one now. The cotton's all fucked up. But yeah, Mrs Doyle has always given me wood & on the day of the last game she was hotter than ever. Pretty sure I was still riding an endorphin high but I was thinking what was the worst that could happen if I made a move? She'd say no? Maybe. But she'd probably be a bit flattered if she knew her kid's friends all thought she was such a babe. I could joke it off. & there'd be nothing stopping me from getting my dick wet in a cheerleader as consolation. Fuck it. Be brave, I told myself.
I was the first one done with showering. I heard 'aunty Emma' making some joke in the hallway outside the locker room, it meant maybe Mrs Doyle was out there too. On an impulse I thought I'd go out there, see if I could get her alone somehow & at least, could flex my muscles a bit, I'd still be dripping from the shower, in just a towel. I could make it seem like I'd come out for something else & she just 'happened' to catch me half-naked. Maybe she'd even make the first move. I know, wishful thinking & all that, but yeah. That's what I did, I stopped drying myself, checked how I looked in the mirror & then left the locker room in my towel.
I was trying to figure out what to say I was out there for (maybe looking for a vending machine? But I didn't bring money, would she catch that?) when I stopped cold. Mrs Doyle was standing against the wall & the aunty was already nearly back to the court. Ally's smoking-hot, half-Japanese MILF was sliding a pair of black panties up her milky thighs as if she were putting them on, as if she'd been wearing nothing under the skirt. Dream. Come. True.
I was frozen, staring. I couldn't see much but I caught a glimpse of her bare skin, maybe her pussy as the skirt rode up & the whole thing was enough that I pitched a tent in my towel. FUCK. She looked up & saw me, I couldn't even move I was so stunned. Pretty sure I stood staring at her with my tongue at my ankles. I didn't even have the good sense to try & cover my erection so my hard-on was super obvious, just sticking straight in front of me. Thank God the towel stayed on. I felt nauseous with embarrassment. I could feel myself blushing like a little kid.
But she smiled at me. A kind of shy smile, but she made eye-contact & didn't automatically try to hide, didn't drop the fabric of her skirt straight away. Maybe there was hope. Maybe it was an opening as such. Anyway, I took a shot. Kind of. I was too blown away to have any real game but at least I spoke. "Hey Mrs Doyle." I said.
"Hey Braedon," she replied. She dropped her skirt, her eyes seemed to twinkle a little. I noticed she blushed a little too. I suppose I could have tried to cover, or tuck in my hard-on by that point but in a weird way, it felt like it would be weirder to hide it? I dunno. Fuck. How are you supposed to handle an awkward situation like that?
We stood on opposite sides of the hall, talking to each other from pretty far away, as if nothing weird was happening, as if I hadn't just seen her put her panties on, as if she hadn't just seen me seeing her. As if my dick wasn't standing like a flagpole between us. "Uh," I cleared my voice a little, "everyone just calls me Brady, or Brae, Mrs Doyle."
"I will if you stop calling me Mrs Doyle." She laughed, "It's Charlotte, or Char."
"I know," I said. It was just a habit from church & stuff. I took a chance & crossed the hallway, as I stepped my towel shifted & I caught it just in time & re-tightened it. She stared at the prominent erection that threatened to poke out from the towel. It felt amazing, having her looking at it. She didn't seem embarrassed & I felt better about having watched the knickers-thing. I was tempted to hold the towel open so she could look down at it. Right in the hallway!
Without looking up she said "you played a great game today, Brae."
