League of His Own Ch. 07

"Pleasure her while I'm eating her out," I told them. They immediately latched onto a breast each as I savoured my ex-principal's pussy once again. God, I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed her taste, the feeling of her soft legs on my shoulders, and how warm and tight she was when I slid only one finger inside her. I looked up to see her kissing my mother with Caroline sucking one of her breasts. With my free hand, I slid a pair of fingers back inside my mother, causing her to break the kiss and cry out.

"Oh Danny," she cried out, "Naughty boy, surprising your mummy like that."

Caroline snorted. "Please, Lauren, that young man can't get enough of you pussy. I see how you look at each other."

"Is this what it feels like to be in love?" Susan wondered, her voice soft, "I haven't felt like this in so long."

"Danny, you need to make love to her now," Mum insisted.

Scooting back on the bed, it gave me enough space to get up onto it and join her, easily sliding my cock inside Susan once again. Once we were joined completely, our bodies moved in unison, our gazes rarely averting as her fingers dug into my back or upper arms as I slowly picked up the tempo of my thrusts.

"I love you, Danny," she whispered. It was the first time she said those three words to me. It had always been 'I miss you'. We both knew what she meant but neither of us wanted to force the issue.

"I love you too, Sue."

Her face broke into a simple gorgeous smile at first. "You mean that?"

"This young man has a lot of love in his heart," Caroline said, the other two women lying to either side of us, "And you've done more than enough to earn your place in it."

Susan wrapped her legs around me, begging me to fuck her harder. The bed was soon rocking, the pair of us moaning or groaning as I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. The night hadn't been great considering my professional life, but my mother knew me well, and providing me with so much love in my private life helped me feel much better about things.

Filling Susan again made us both smile, sharing a series of soft kisses before she gazed lovingly at me, stroking my face before I kissed her again. I didn't really want to pull out of her, happy to have made love just to her all night, but I couldn't disappoint my mother or aunt.

When I did finally pull out, Caroline had my cock in her mouth to clean me up before she moved to lick Susan's pussy. Susan cried out in surprise before releasing a whimper, Caroline suggesting she was cleaning her up though she also wanted to taste my cum.

As for my mother, she was sitting up on her knees, ready to kiss and stroke me back to life. She knew it wouldn't take too long, and once I was hard, she had me lie back so Susan could watch mother and son make love. I loved watching my mother riding my cock. She looked so beautiful and sexy each and every time she did it, and I knew she absolutely loved it at the same time. It gave her an element of control, and it was one of the best positions for to orgasm while on my cock.

Her first orgasm rocked her body, feeling her pussy squeezing my cock, as she cried out in pleasure, her hands ending up on my chest as she started to slam her pussy down harder on my cock. "This is our cock," she growled, "Family cock and only the women I approve, Daniel."

"Yes, Mummy," I replied, knowing what she was doing.

"You love fucking Mummy, don't you?"

"Yes, Mummy."

"Good, baby. Mummy loves her little boy's cock. It's always been her cock, hasn't it, baby?"

"Yes, Mummy. Does that mean your pussy is mine?"

"Always, baby. Mummy's pussy has always been yours. Mummy loves you so much."

"Do they always do this?" Susan whispered to Caroline.

"They get off on the whole mother-son angle," Caroline replied, "When you watch them together, it makes you wonder why it would ever be illegal between consenting adults."

Mum had another couple of orgasms before she finally leaned forward and demanded I cum inside her. Grabbing her arse, I glared into her eyes which earned a smirk before I drove my cock into her as deep as possible, the smirk disappearing as her eyes closed and she moaned. Leaning down to kiss me, she whimpered as I gripped her arse as tightly as possible and slammed her hard over and over again. She was barely capable of words, resting her forehead against mine, neither of us saying a word. My mother was still so incredibly tight for me. I had a feeling she did exercises or something, but whatever it was, I couldn't get enough of her.

Grunting as I filled her pussy again, she relaxed on my chest once it was over, wrapping an arm around her body as I kissed her cheek. "I love you, Mum," I whispered into her ear.

"I love you so much, baby," she whispered back.

"Okay, that was beautiful and erotic," Susan said softly, "Now I understand completely."

"I wish so many other mothers could experience what I do with my son, Susan," Mum stated, "We're closer than ever now that we make love. What better way to express love for each other than the most intimate act possible between two people."

Mum didn't particularly want to move as she loved feeling my cock inside her, but with a whimper, she released my cock from her pussy before smiling, kissing down my body to take it in her mouth, suggesting she needed to clean it for her sister. I needed a few minutes to recover before I sat up as Caroline bent over the bed. Mum loved getting her ready for anal, as I knew she used the strap-on on her sister regularly.

Lining my cock up, I gently slid inside Caroline's arse, one slow movement until I was buried in the tight, hot confines once again. "Fuck yeah," she groaned, "I love this feeling."

"How hard?" I growled into her ear before taking a handful of her hair, "As hard as possible?"

"Please," she whispered.

"Who owns your arse?"

"You do," she grunted as I thrusted hard.

"Who else?"

"Lauren!" she cried out as I slammed my cock hard again.

"Mum, lie in front of Caroline. She'd going to clean your pussy while I nail her arse."

Caroline could barely focus on her once I was fucking her hard. Susan was watching with eyes wide as it probably didn't look pleasurable to someone who hadn't enjoyed anal sex before, but this was exactly how Caroline loved it. I eventually pulled out and lifted her up onto the bed, sliding back inside her once I had her in the right position, leaning forward over her to really drive my cock deep.

"Oh fuck!" she groaned, "Oh god... Danny..."

"Going to tap out?" I wondered. She never had before. Caroline loved the rough treatment at times.

"Never," she cried out, "Keep going, Danny. I want to...."

She'd learned years ago that she could orgasm while enjoying anal sex. I knew it could happen, but it was a rare thing for a lot of women. Feeling her clench my cock as the orgasm tore through her body had me stop as I didn't want to genuinely hurt her. What we did was only fooling around. Once her orgasm passed, I flipped her over and slid back inside her arse, slowing the pace as she smiled at me.

I fucked her for quite a while, considering I'd already cum twice that evening, but she was never going to complain about the fact her nephew was inside her arse. When I did finally cum, she was ever so happy. She told me the very first time we had anal sex that it would always be something we could do together, and that she loved feeling her nephew climaxing in her tight hot hole. Her words, not mine.

We were all feeling rather warm and sticky after that, the four of us laughing away as we showered together. Hands and mouths were quite busy while we were cleaning up. When it came time to actually sleeping, Caroline grabbed Susan by the hand without a word, kissing my mother and myself on the cheek, and disappeared after a quick 'Goodnight'.

"Can you hold me all night, baby?" Mum asked softly.

Getting into bed, she spooned against me for a little while before rolling into her other side to face me. Running my hand up and down her side before I eventually caressed her face, her smile was infectious and rarely faded. I loved seeing my mother so happy.

After enjoying some tender lovemaking the next morning, that sort where our bodies were practically moulded together and we never stopped kissing or whispering words of love to each other, we joined Caroline and Susan in the kitchen for some breakfast. Mum then told me that, for the next few hours, they were available to me whenever I wanted for whatever I wanted, and she'd simply tell me when we had to bring the fun to a stop.

Susan and Caroline left mid-afternoon with those sorts of smiles that suggested they'd had hours of lovemaking and would return for more at a later date. As for my mother, she was glistening with sweat, cheeks red from excitement, as she slowly rode my cock as I sat back on the lounge. I'd already left two loads inside her during the day, her eyes alive with desire as she gazed at me. That's how Kyla and Aimee found us, Mum not willing to quit as she rested her head against my shoulder, my fingers caressing her back as she whimpered again and again.

"Don't want to stop," she almost sobbed, "I don't want to stop, Danny."

"Then don't stop, Mum," I whispered into her ear, "I have nowhere else I'd rather be."

Kyla and Aimee sat to either side of us. "Is she okay?" Kyla asked.

"She's just enjoying her son a lot. Probably too much," I replied.

"I'm addicted to my son," Mum said softly, "I can't get enough..." She paused and sighed, before she stopped moving. "God, I'm so tired, baby."

Standing up, she wrapped her legs around me as I carried us back to her bedroom, lying her down before we resumed making love. Kyla and Aimee stripped off and joined us, watching their brother and mother performing the intimate act of lovemaking. Mum couldn't stop smiling as she glanced between all three of us. "My three beautiful children," she whispered.

"We love you so much, Mummy," Kyla said softly, leaning over to kiss her. "Thank you for giving us this."

"I did it for all my children, but you deserved to share your love with your brother like this. And I couldn't deny my feelings for my son any longer."

When I finally came inside her again, I had to pull out and collapse on the bed, my cock wilting rather quickly as I was worn out. "And I've got training tomorrow!" I exclaimed to their giggles.

Mum wasn't capable of much else that day, staggering around whenever she got to her feet. Kyla and Aimee took care of dinner as Mum snuggled against me on the couch, her eyes barely on the telly as she looked at me. Whenever I met her eyes, that unconditional love I'd seen my entire life was perhaps even stronger than ever. Sighing happily, she wrapped an arm around my chest and cuddled me tightly.

It was one hell of a weekend, but snuggling with my mother like that was an almost perfect way to end it.

*****

"With the last round of matches this weekend, the West Sydney Rangers have their best opportunity to make the finals series for the first time in over fifteen years. But to confirm their finals presence, they must overcome the Panthers, who are entering the match as Minor Premiers, but will want to defend their unbeaten home record. Results will need to go their way, but Rangers supporters travel west with the hope that they will see their team win away from home for only the fourth time this year and finally secure that long awaited finals berth."

It was a fucking miracle that we were even in the running. We hadn't shown any consistency all year, but as the season wound down, we won the games we should have been winning, and ran a couple of the top teams close. Confidence did waver from time to time, but with each match, we slowly worked our way into a position where a top-eight finish was possible.

And now here we were. Twenty-three matches completed, one more to go. We were the last of three matches played on Saturday. The Penrith Panthers had finished Minor Premiers for the third time in a row. They were unstoppable at times, but our coach spent all week drilling into us our gameplan, the way we'd negate their attacking options and use our own advantages.

When I was out driving around the local area where the Rangers were most popular, nearly every shop had a flag or our colours flying. If I was walking through a shopping centre, I'd be stopped constantly by fans, many wanting an autograph or a selfie. I was surprised at how confident our fans were, most stating they would try and get a ticket to the game and see the Rangers finally make it to the finals for the first time in far too long.

Training was intense that week, every single member of the club aware of what was at stake. Were we going to make the Grand Final? In my heart of hearts, I knew that was a pipe dream. But for my first season full-time, to make the finals? That was a dream. Don't get me wrong, in no way was it just down to me. The club had recruited fantastically over the previous summer. It had taken time for us to really gel as a squad, but once we did, some teams didn't have an answer to us. And as the end of the season approached, we didn't want to see all our hard work go to waste.

Arriving at the training ground on Saturday to catch the team bus west, the front of the complex was full of supporters, those who probably couldn't get tickets to the match. The club had offered to play the game on the two big screens in the stadium with commentary provided.

"Bloody insane out there," Graham stated as I joined him in the changing room, "You'd think we were playing in the Grand Final."

Everyone fell silent as we could hear the chant of 'Rangers! Rangers! Rangers!' from outside. If we needed any additional motivation to perform, that was it. On our shoulders rested the hope of our thousands upon thousands of supporters, the hopes of the club itself, the hopes of anyone who supported the underdog. Considering the club had been in the doldrums for over a decade, with next to no success, the fact we were now looking at finals footy almost beggared belief.

"Look at them," Mike said quietly with wonderment in his tone, "Just look at them. If any of us ever doubted..."

The noise was almost deafening. More than one flare was lit. Flags were waving. The chanting so loud the engine noise of the bus was drowned out. It took forever to get out of the car park. Once we were on the way west, we relaxed as our coach walked up and down the aisle, sitting down to chat with most of us for a few minutes.

Arriving at the stadium out in Penrith, the reception was markedly different as no-one gave a shit. With the Minor Premiership wrapped up, their fans were already looking forward to finals footy. Their game against us didn't mean much to the average supporter. To the players, they would want to keep their perfect home record intact.

Gathering in the away changing room, the tension was palpable, tinged with nervous excitement. I simply wanted the game to start. More than one of us looked a little sick, in all honesty. A year of hard work now rested on the next eighty minutes. We'd either fall at the first hurdle or we'd make the promised land.

Our warm-up took place with an air of extra intensity. Heading back inside to get changed, the coach wandered about, giving last minute instructions, advice or inspiration. He pulled me aside last, resting a hand on my shoulder.

"This is your moment to shine, Danny," he said, glancing past me at the rest of the squad before his eyes rested on mine again, "You going to get us to the finals?"

"Hell yes, coach."

"They believe in you, Danny. All you need to do is lead them there."

Lining up behind our captain as we prepared to entire the field, I took a few final deep breaths before I followed him out onto the field. The roar was deafening as we knew it was a packed house, and when I looked around, there were far more Rangers flags being waved than I would have imagined. Not quite like a home crowd, but near enough for us to know that we had plenty of support in the stands.

There's a good reason why Penrith finished Minor Premiers. They're a bloody great side, an excellent core, and some magnificent individually skilled players. Their one issue of the very few they have is that they are sometimes very slow starters. Within ten minutes, I put a ball into the chest of our right centre who burst through a gap in their line, running thirty metres to score near the posts. With my conversion, it was an early six to nil lead.

And that's how it stayed until half-time, the play moving up and down the field. There were very few scoring opportunities. Our defence was heroic at times, stopping them within a couple of metres of the line more than once. They pinned us back at times, making it feel like we were making an endless series of tackles, but though we did bend, we didn't break. And their frustration grew.

The coach didn't need to say too much at half-time. We knew what to do. We knew what was on the line. The captain got up to say something before he looked at me and grinned. "Got any words, Danny?"

I remembered what I'd said before the Parramatta game. I'd remained mostly quiet since. But this was our second derby. The Rangers despised Parramatta and we hated Penrith. When you're basically positioned between the two, it was little wonder we were arch-rivals. Getting to my feet, I looked over the squad.

"Who are we?" I asked quietly.

"Rangers!" they yelled out.

"No. No. No. I asked who are we?"

They stood up as a group and roared, "Rangers!"

I glanced across them and smiled. "Better. And have we worked all year just to fall now?"

The vocal agreement was that we had not.

"I don't know about you, but I want to play finals footy. Not bad for a first full-time season. And I want all you bastards to join me there. You think those fuckwits in the next room are infallible?"

The vocal agreement was that they were definitely fuckwits, much to the amusement of the coaches and staff.

"Forty minutes. Forty more minutes before we can finally put the Rangers in a final series for the first time in too long. Forty minutes more to write out names into legend. Forty more minutes until we can return to this changing room as fucking heroes." My teammates roared their approval. "We can beat them!" I shouted, "No team is invincible. We know their weaknesses. Let's expose them. Send them into the final's series on the back of a loss while we enter as winners. Most importantly, let's do it for them. Those who come every week to support us. Who show us their love and support. Who have come every week, even through the dark times, and never lost hope that we will one day work our way out of the mire. We've earned the right to be here tonight, and we're going to earn the right in the next forty minutes to still be playing next weekend. Are you with me?"

The vocal chorus from everyone was that they wanted to be with me.

Three minutes into the second half, Penrith scored a try and converted, levelling the scores at six a piece. But while in previous years, heads would have dropped, and Penrith would have quickly run up a cricket score, we stayed positive, not letting our confidence waver. During their next set of six, we hammered them in every tackle, keeping them pinned back within their forty-metre line. The next set had me launching a kick that their full-back dropped in goal, and though he grounded it, the result was a goal-line drop-out. We didn't score from the next set of six, but we'd made our intentions known. We would not go down without a fight.

The score remained level until the sixty-seventh minute when they somehow scrambled over the line in the corner. It was a difficult conversion. Missing made it ten points to six in their favour. But there was still over ten minutes to go. Plenty of time to score and convert to take the lead.