23 comments/ 116837 views/ 90 favorites The Hockey Mom By: SweetestThing Author's warning: There's a lot of talk about hockey in this story and it may be lost on people who weren't raised in the culture. Apologies. If you get through the shop talk there's lesbian sex with a moderate dom/sub element. Enjoy! Chapter 1. Kate loved hockey. That wasn't particularly strange. In Northern Ontario, where the winters brought dozens of feet of snow and temperatures that would sink to thirty degrees below zero, the weird ones were the ones who didn't love hockey. But even in the town of Port Ferry, where the year was divided into Hockey season and getting ready for Hockey season, Kate was a special case. She knew where it'd come from. The only child of a nickel miner who'd very much wanted to have sons Kate(then Katie MacGregor) found that hockey was her one way to bond with her often stern, distant father. Every Saturday night she would get to curl up on the couch with him as they'd root on their team. There wasn't much of an opportunity for girls to play hockey in those days but she learned the game as well as anyone. Even during the week, after being sent to bed, she'd stay up reading smuggled newspaper accounts and listening to games on the radio. Soon when she'd watch hockey with her father she found that she had to bite her tongue when her father would say something wrong or out of date. A psychologist might not find it all things strange, all things considered, that when Katie started dating she always seemed to gravitate towards hockey players. Sure, the fact that they tended to be big, muscular guys didn't hurt but for Katie it was all about the game. If one of her beaus suffered an injury that kept him out of the line-up or was mired in a goal scoring slump he would often find his calls not returned. Looking back, Katie knew that had been tremendously immature of her but that was just the kind of girl she'd been. Nothing a guy could do would turn her on more than score a few goals or have a solid fight. She was very much a Puck Bunny. So maybe it was inevitable that her predilections might throw her a change-up or two. It was the beginning of her freshman year of University, only a week after she'd moved to the big city, that she met Doug Stewart while out at a bar. He might have been turned on by her because Katie had grown up gorgeous. She had a long blonde hair, brown eyes, a dazzling smile and a knockout figure. Katie was turned on because he was a young pro player who'd just been called up to the big leagues and had scored a goal and lost two teeth blocking a shot in his first game. He had good speed and a wicked wrist shot. He was so into her that he wanted to take her back to his place. She was so into him that they didn't make it further than the back seat of his car. It was less than two months later (and only after a week's worth of throwing up in her dorm room's bathroom, two separate pregnancy tests and a nervous doctor's visit) that Katie learned that she'd perhaps been a little hasty when she'd told Doug that she didn't care if he didn't have a condom on him. Katie had thought about giving up the baby but, deep down, she knew she could never do that. She'd told Doug instead and after he learned she'd be keeping the child, true to Doug's similarly traditional upbringing, he proposed. Katie accepted. Telling her parents she was getting married would be a lot easier, even at eighteen, then telling them by herself that they had a grandchild on the way. A quick trip to Niagara Falls later and she was Kate Stewart. Her parents were not thrilled, especially when she'd told them that she was leaving school, but seven months later when she gave birth to Riley they could not have been any more overjoyed at the sight of their grandson. Her mother had come to the hospital with a little teddy bear, her father had come with a tiny hockey stick. Doug's pro career was not a success. Injuries limited him to just two frustrating seasons in the pros. So, at just twenty-one years old with a two year old son and already four months pregnant with twins, Katie moved with Doug north to his hometown of Port Ferry. Doug would become a partner in his father's medical supply business and Kate gave birth to twin boys, Parker and Casper. Doug threw himself into the business, expanding it thanks to the help of his local celebrity and some of the money he'd made in the pros, and saw both his profits and family keep growing. Kate gave birth to her daughter Kelsey two years after that. By the time Kelsey was born, the twins were already skating and Riley was already on the local team. Doug flooded the backyard into a rink every winter and, blessed with their father's genes and their mother's encouragement, her boys took to the game passionately, staying outside playing until their cheeks were practically blue in the winter and yelling "Car" and playing with a ball in front of the house in the summer. It was clear to both Kate and Doug that their boys were going to be special. Which is why Kate began to practically live at the Port Ferry Arena. She woke up at five in the morning almost six days a week to drive one of her sons to practice and was often their late into the night for one of their games. She raised money with bake sales and raffles with the other moms for new uniforms, a new scoreboard or whatever the place might need. She and Doug used to joke that the way they kept their marriage fresh was that they only saw each other a few times a month. As her sons grew and got noticeably better than anyone in town, it started to not be so much of a joke. She'd travel with her boys when they'd go on all-star tournaments to other provinces, the States, even once in Germany. When, at age six, Kelsey had informed Kate that she wanted to play hockey too, Kate's hesitation had not been out of concern for her daughter's safety but because she didn't know if she had the time. But Kate relented and afterwards found herself at the rink for the girls' league games too. Kate didn't mind the time spent at the rink one moment. She relished every minute of watching her babies play the game she loved. It broke her heart when first Riley and then the twins had left home at sixteen to go play their Major Junior hockey in other cities but, for Kate, that simply meant she had to drive further on the weekend to see them. Kate devoted herself day and night to being a hockey mom. Which is why, as Kate sat in the stands watching the Port Ferry High Falcons senior girl's team skate onto the ice for their opening game of the season, her heart broke more than a little. Kate was forty-two now. Her days as a hockey mom were coming to an end. Her boys had all grown up and become pros. Riley was twenty-three, playing in Boston, and widely regarded as one of the better young defensemen in the sport thanks in part to having grown to be six foot six and well over two hundred pounds. Casper and Parker had been first round draft picks in the previous year's draft and were now, for the first time in their lives, on different teams. Casper, the goal-scorer, was in California while Parker, who even as a four year old had been willing to drop the gloves at a moment's notice, was in New York. Katie called them every week, watched their games on TV and would even take the occasional flight to watch them play if they were nearby but it wasn't the same. They were all millionaires with girlfriends and lives of their own who had little time for her. She was proud of them as all get out but had let them go. So it was Kelsey, her baby girl, the high school senior who was beginning what would be Kate's last year watching one of her children play. Kate had always thought it adorable that Kelsey, who even at eighteen barely stood five feet tall, had chosen to be a goalie. She was always the smallest girl on the ice but didn't lack for a quiet competitiveness that Kate always admired. Kelsey was not especially good but Kate suspected that was because Kelsey didn't really love the game and had only taken it up to take part in what was essentially the family religion. Kelsey was a good high school player but would go no further. She would be moving out east for University to study marine biology and would be gone at the end of the year. "Forecheck!" Kate screamed in the nearly empty stands, girl's high school games being a tough draw even in the hockey mad town. Still, Kate did draw a few looks from the few scattered men in the audience. She was still a striking woman. Her blonde hair had stayed that way and her figure had gotten even fuller after having her kids. Hard work at the gym had kept her slim and fit and Kate was often mistaken for a woman ten years younger than she actually was. The game was never in much doubt. The opposition didn't have anyone who could match #19 on the Falcons. The tall, impossibly quick Centre was easily the best player on the ice. She was a brilliant skater with breath taking acceleration and had great hands and vision. Kate roared as #19 scored the first goal of the game only thirty-six seconds in, stealing the puck behind the net and skating out to tuck it in on her backhand. She cheered as #19 scored three times in total in the period and assisted on two more. Both helpers coming on easy tap-ins after her set-ups had left the goalie and defenders hopelessly out of position. The opposition scored twice in the second period but after each goal, both of which Kelsey made valiant attempts on, #19 simply scored on her next shift as if in response. The girl was relentless, going after every goal despite the lopsided score. When the final period ended the score was 14-2. #19 had scored nine goals, assisted on three others. It was a dazzling, dominating performance. As was the custom, the two teams shook hands and made their way to the dressing rooms as Kate made her way over there as well. The only other particularly excited fan in the crowd, a rounded, red-faced man in his mid fifties, was standing near the exit as well. Kate smiled and said hello. "If it isn't the First Lady," Jacob Gasteux replied cheerily, referring to the nickname Kate had earned around town. "Quite a show, huh?" "It was, Mr. Mayor," Kate agreed. Jacob had earned the nickname by virtue of being the rink manager long before he'd actually run for the office and won. Nobody was overly impressed. Being Port Ferry's Mayor largely meant choosing the theme for the spring parade and choosing which pothole to fill next. "I can't believe they cut her from the National team last year. I know it was an Olympic year and she was just seventeen and everything but, cheese and crackers, she'd really have dazzled out west. Put the city's name on the map" the Mayor replied with more cheerfulness than regret, not needing any clarification as to who Kate had meant. "Well, the girls still won gold." Kate countered. "The boys too. Besides, she'll make it next year." "Speaking of Riley," The Mayor said, abruptly changing streams, "You'll have to thank him again for his generous donation to the rink. We sent a gift basket and everything but I hope you tell him from me personally how grateful we are. We're going to be able to completely re-do the weight room and finally get those lights on the north side fixed." "I will.," Kate nodded "But....do you suppose the twins might be doing anything similar soon? Because we were thinking that we could renovate the practice rink and...." "I can't say, Jake," Kate said, already feeling somewhat distant from the place that had more or less been her home for the last 20 years. Ordinarily she'd have known about the need for any changes in the building. With her charm and drive and popularity among the other mothers she'd probably have been spear-heading some sort of effort to get it done without donations from her sons. But now, staying home most nights to watch one of her boys on cable and only making it out to the girls' games, Kate found she was out of the loop. She realized there was a bit of a disappointed silence on the Mayor's part so she smiled and assured him that she'd ask her sons. "Well, at least make sure they're back in the summer for the golf tournament. Three All-Stars, all coming back. Just imagine what the press will say!" Kate rolled her eyes. The "press" were the nice old couple who ran the Port Ferry News out of a tiny storefront on Main Street. "I'm sure Martha and Gord will be very complimentary, Jacob." Kate said, feeling more than a little relieved when she saw the girl's locker room doors fly open. The girls filed out and most made their way outside, their heavy bags over their shoulders to get on the bus for school. Kelsey was one of the last girls out, her small daughter carrying the biggest bag by far. After her, carrying the bag with the #19 on it, was Andrea Beverley. In addition to being one of the best players, male or female to come through Port Ferry, Andrea was gorgeous. She was of mixed-race, her mother having been Native, and her skin was slightly darker than any of the other girls in town and she'd been blessed with high cheekbones, full lips and large, smoky eyes. Her sandy blonde hair, tied back in a pony tail, was from her father and though she was wearing a bulky hooded sweatshirt and jeans there was no hiding her body. Near six feet tall, with the long, toned legs of a ballet dancer, and a fit and well curved upper body. Feminine but undeniably athletic. She'd even gone to New York to model for a summer after she'd gotten her picture in a big city paper when she was fifteen but had come back a few weeks later, declaring the whole experience boring. Kate had known Andrea since she was three years old. In addition to being Kelsey's best friend since pre-school, Kate had done a great deal of looking after both Andrea and her father after Andrea's mother had died in a car accident when Andrea was only five. Kate had driven Andrea to games as much as any of her own children and felt a similar, if slightly more reserved, pride in how good she'd gotten. Unlike some of the other mothers, who occasionally spoke cattily of her out of some bizarre cross-generational jealousy, Kate just was knocked over by how beautiful Andrea was. Kate knew from experience that, while the other girls often took as much time dolling themselves up after playing so no boy would ever see them without make-up, Andrea looked the way she did only after a quick shower and throwing her clothes on. Everything about her, from her game to her looks to her mannerisms seemed easy, graceful and strong. "Ugh, I'll tell you what I won't miss in a few months," Kelsey grunted as she hefted her giant bag in front of her mother. Kelsey, Kate smiled, looked almost exactly like she did at her age, only if you'd compressed her by about seven inches. "Eighty bazillion pounds of sweaty goalie equipment." "Hey girls," Kate smiled at the two of them. "Great game." "Meh," Shrugged Kelsey, Andrea just nodded. "I tell you, Andrea, you ever think about taking your foot off the pedal?" the Mayor asked, with a shake of his head, "Not always nice to leave the other team so whipped." "If they want a close game," Andrea said, her voice indicating that such a thought had never even crossed her mind for a second, "They can practice more next time." "Whew. Remind me not to get on your bad side." The Mayor said before turning to Kate, "Kate, you have a nice day." As Jake left to talk to some of the other girls, Andrea and Kelsey did what they always did after a game. Kelsey picked up Andrea's smaller bag of gear while Andrea effortlessly lifted Kelsey's much larger one over her shoulder. Kate was always amazed when she did, even as strong as Andrea looked, Kate knew those bags were as heavy as Kelsey complained. But as the two of them made their way out to the car, Andrea carried the bag as if it weighed nothing, even opening the door for the mother and the daughter to walk through. It was October and the chill in the air was even worse than the week before. Soon enough it would be the five or so months of the year when going outside in anything less than a heavy winter jacket was akin to having a death wish. They walked across the lot quickly to Kate's brand new Lexus SUV. Andrea whistled when she saw it. "Nice, Mrs. Stew," Andrea said, calling her the same thing that hundreds of her children's team mates had called her "Is it new?" "Oh, that's right, just came a few days ago," Kate blushed a little as she opened the trunk, "A present from Casper." "He's a sweetheart," Andrea said as she hefted the heavy bag into the open trunk before taking her own bag from Kelsey and also lifting it inside. "He's a dope is what he is," Kelsey said, looking at the new car, "Would it really have been too tough for him to get the Hybrid? We have one planet here, one!" "How's he doing in LA?" Andrea continued, ignoring Kelsey's frequent appeal for greater environmentalism. Kate paused for a second. Casper and Andrea had always been close, a given being as Andrea was at their house so often, but in the last year before he'd left Andrea and Casper were frequently alone together, in his room or telling people they'd been at the library, and though they'd never said anything officially it was widely assumed in the Stewart household that the two had been fairly seriously romantically involved. Kate didn't know if she should tell Andrea that Casper was not only doing fine but, as of his last phone call, had begun dating someone seriously. "He's fine sweetie. Miss him too, huh?" Kate said, deciding to play it safe although trying to be sympathetic. Andrea just bit her thumb a little and tried to avoid eye contact. "Meh, just thought about him when I tried that toe drag on my 4th goal." Andrea said, her tone not changing. Kate smiled. She'd noticed that too. It was a move Casper still used to great effect, often embarrassing some of the better pros in the game, including his older brothers. "Ugh, is it like some law that the only thing we're allowed to talk about in this family is hockey?" Kelsey asked wearily as she hopped into the back seat of the car. Kate didn't know why but when she drove Kelsey and Andrea home, Kelsey always would get in the back and Andrea in the front. Kelsey was like that though. "Dad's out of town, right?" "He is, sweetie, why?" Kate said as she got into her own seat. Doug's business had opened an office in Ottawa after getting a big government contract and he was often there for days at a time. "Andrea is going to spend the night. That cool?" Kate looked at Andrea as she got in beside her, still amazed at how good the girl looked just after sweating for nearly two hours straight. In a town full of white, Scottish protestants, Andrea's mixed heritage was the closest that Port Ferry got to ethnicity. Kate always found herself staring at the girl. "She's always welcome, she knows that." Kate nodded "It's ok with your dad, right?" "Yup, he's working late and said it's fine." Andrea said idly as she stared out the window. Kate smiled and drove off. With her boys gone, it was nice to have more people in the house. Later that night... Kate flicked the TV off. It had been a special night for her. Parker's team had been playing Casper's and she'd opened a bottle of wine and stayed up to watch the whole thing from the West Coast. It had been a night of some aggravation. Parker, just like he'd done as a little boy in the backyard, had pushed and slashed his twin brother whenever he'd gotten the chance, trying to goad him into a fight. If Kate didn't know any better she'd have sworn that most of the kicks in her uterus when pregnant with them had been Parker trying to beat Casper up even then. The commentators had even remarked on the odd level of physicality between the two brothers. "They must have been quite a handful for Mrs. Stewart," the one said, laughing. The Hockey Mom "You're a toy," Andrea's hands now moved between Kate's thighs, rubbing the lips of her pussy through her panties. Kate moaned. God, Andrea knew exactly what she was doing. Kate gasped and gave only a little look over to Andrea who was looking at her sternly and deeply. Kate had to look away, both to get her eyes back on the road and to avoid what seemed like a look that was boring into her brain. Andrea continued talking as Kate moaned at the girl's delicate fingertips, feeling Andrea rub her sensitive, swollen lips through the thin cotton. "A toy that someone bought and kept in its packaging." "Packaging that should have been ripped open so that the toy could be played with," As Andrea said this her hand yanked Kate's panties to the side, exposing her heated sex to the cool air of the car. "Played with and enjoyed." Andrea said as, suddenly, with little warning, she slid two fingers inside Kate's dripping pussy. Kate thought she might orgasm on the spot. "Oh fuck," Kate groaned and spread her legs, opening herself to Andrea's long, smooth, probing fingers even though it made it slightly harder to control the gas and brake. "Someone should have been having fun with you every day," Andrea said, her tone husky and even as she plunged her fingers easily out of Kate's wet, hungry cunt. Andrea's thumb started rubbing and circling Kate's stiff, pronounced clit as she kept talking although, by now, Kate could barely hear her. "Finding every little button and position that toy could have been bent into." Andrea was now hurriedly stuffing her fingers into Kate's pussy. Kate was moaning and groaning, doing her best to swerve off the road, doing her best to make the trip without killing them both. But it had been a long time since she'd gotten off with another person and Andrea was such an expert and she was fucking her so well that Kate found herself unable to do much other than continue along the road at a relatively slow speed. She could feel herself getting closer. Feel herself coming close to the climax she'd been trying for the last few weeks, but that had eluded her. She even bucked her hips a little against Andrea's determined, insistent hand. Andrea knew that Kate was close and crooked her fingers upward ever so slightly as she kept finger fucking her best friend's mother. As she did, her lover slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt but not impeding either of their movements. "You should have been played with harder and harder and harder. Until...eventually you broke." And that set Kate off. Squeezing and gushing around Andrea's fingers as they were deep inside. She moaned and shook and felt her leg spasm as she came in an orgasm that Kate couldn't ever remember having one of its magnitude before. She rode Andrea's fingers throughout subconsciously wanting it to last as long as it could. It felt like she was successful, it felt like the electric pulse of her orgasm was racing around her body, setting fire to everything it touched and trying to find somewhere to settle before racing back around and lighting the rest of her again. "Fuck, oh god..." Kate moaned as she felt the last tiny bit of it play out, squeezing and shaking around Andrea's still pumping fingers. "Because a broken toy is just as much fun to play with. Because then it's really yours," Andrea said wickedly as she felt Kate's tight walls squeeze so hard around her that she'd have winced in pain if she weren't delighted by it. Kate simply sat still, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles were white. She panted and tried catching her breath and, when she opened her eyes finally, saw that she had in fact driven to her house. Well, just past it actually. She was in front of the Pearson's place next door. Andrea slid her fingers from Kate's still pulsating cunt and brought her fingers up to her lips, licking Kate's cum with her long, agile tongue. "Mmmmm. That is exactly what we're going to talk about on the ride over, Kate," She said, savouring the flavour of the woman she'd apparently been lusting after for some time. Kate, her senses returning to her one by one, backed the car up into her driveway as she adjusted herself slightly, letting her skirt fall back in place. She looked over at Andrea finally and saw the beautiful, exotic girl lean in to give her a kiss. Kate felt Andrea's soft lips and then her strong tongue enter her mouth insistently, strongly, swirling her own tongue around. Kate returned the kiss passionately, her hand on the side of Andrea's face. She could even taste herself slightly on Andrea's tongue, finding it not at all an unpleasant sensation. The kiss lasted quite for a while until Kate felt Andrea pulling away from her. She didn't want her to, thought about holding her closer but relented. Andrea turned quickly and opened the door. The minus ten degree weather finally doing something to cool down the heat that Kate was feeling. Andrea stepped from the car before looking back inside, those smoky brown eyes looking warmly and possessively at her. "I'm going to have you like this from now on," Andrea stated firmly "Whenever I want." Kate just nodded. She felt like if she opened her mouth she'd...cry? Laugh? Sing? She didn't know. So she just nodded. That, however, did not seem to satisfy Andrea "Say it." Kate hesitated just for a moment. This was her chance to say it had been a one time thing. A mistake. But it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like Andrea had given her the best sex of her life in a travelling car despite being restrained by a seat belt and only using one hand. She thought about not feeling like the way she was feeling ever again and made her decision quickly. "You're going to take me like that. Whenever you want," Kate said softly but clearly. Andrea nodded and smiled. "Alright, well, see you inside then, Mrs. Stew," Andrea said sweetly as she closed the door behind her. Kate just sat there, still tingling, still throbbing, still burning. She almost wanted Andrea to come back and do it again. She thought about what had just happened and.....she pressed the button to make the power windows retract on her SUV, blasts of cold air hitting her from both sides as she stayed seated in the driveway. "Jesus Christ," she exclaimed, wondering what tomorrow would bring. Chapter 3. Tomorrow, though, brought little. Kate was still on a high from the previous day. She was sunny and cheery in a way that she hadn't been for weeks. Kelsey made a point to mention it. So did Doug when he'd left for another trip. Kate was relieved that he was leaving. Not because she felt bad or it was tough to look at him, she felt as little guilt about cheating on him as she'd felt bad about discovering he was cheating on her. No, she was just glad that Doug was out of the house so that Andrea might be able to come over. She never did though. Kelsey and Andrea were both popular girls with lots of friends and so there was little reason that Kate could think of to accidentally arrange a meeting. Kate felt silly, like a teenager with a crush. But that thought made her smile; it'd been a long time since she felt that way. Despite her specific feelings for Andrea, Kate simply found herself being immersed in the idea of being with other women. She'd gone on-line and read stories about it, looked at pictures. She'd spent a night or two ordering pay-per-view lesbian porn. She admired the various shapes and methods of intimacies between two women, loving the look on their faces as they climaxed. She wondered if she'd looked as appealing when she'd done it on Andrea's hand. Kate didn't know if this had always been there or if it was a new thing or what it all meant but she couldn't deny that she was enjoying herself. But her non sex-life kept going on as well. So it was a few days later that Kate was in the stands for the game between the Port Ferry Badgers Bantam boys game and their rivals from Ellisburg. True, none of her boys played for the Badgers any more but she still had friends in the stands and there were still things to do to help out. Still, even at the rink now, Kate tended to watch the games and, rather than be somewhat wistful for when her boys were starring on the ice, would find herself idly wondering when it was that Andrea would want her again. Kate knew it was terrible for her to be in this. In a lesbian relationship with a much younger woman. Kate didn't care. It was her life. Kate idly got up from her seat and made her way to the snack bar. A coffee sounded heavenly to her right now and, despite the always lengthy line, Kate didn't mind missing a few minutes of the action. It was on line when she felt a tap at her shoulder. She turned around and found herself looking at the face that refused to leave her thoughts even for a few seconds. "Hey you," Kate said, every bit the smitten woman. "Hey," Andrea replied casually "Got a minute?" "Of course," Kate nodded eagerly. She wanted to be with Andrea but had to keep her language nice and vague because of who might overhear, "Want to go back to my place or head into the city or..." Andrea shook her head negatively. "Just follow me," She said authoritatively. Kate nodded and got out of line. She didn't have to go far. Andrea simply walked into the nearby girl's dressing room, empty with no games today and locked the door behind them. Kate, upon hearing the door lock, felt her heart flutter. Sex at the rink had always been a fantasy but, in the past, it had been with some stud of a player. Although, Kate admitted to herself as she watched Andrea's strong, confident movements, that was more or less the case anyway. Andrea wrapped an arm around the small of Kate's back and kissed her hard. This time there was no hesitation on Kate's part. She kissed back, letting herself melt into Andrea's arms, craning her head up slightly to let the taller girl have better access to her mouth. Kate thought this would lead to maybe another bout of what had happened in the car but their greeting kiss led to Andrea pulling away from her. "I have something for you," Andrea said as she reached into the pocket of her zipped hoody. She pulled a small leather band from her pocket, a small intricate piece of Iroquois beadwork hanging from the middle. "What is it?" Kate asked as she looked at it appreciatively "Something I picked up over the summer when I went down to the Reservation where my mom grew up. You know they're a bunch of pretty righteous chicks? Mohawk women kept their own property and could boot out lazy husbands hundreds of years ago. All matrilineal too so they acted just like I was one of them." "God, it's gorgeous." Kate said as she ran her fingers over the small, smooth beads. "Yeah, my Great-Aunt makes those." Andrea nodded as she reached around Kate's neck and tied it lightly at the back. Kate looked down at it and kept running her fingers along it, marvelling at the craftsmanship. "And it's for me?" Kate said when she looked back up, smiling broadly. "Oh for..." Andrea said with a sort of good humoured exasperation. "Don't get too mushy on me." Kate was confused. But Andrea brought her hand up to finger the necklace for a second before letting her hand drop to cup and squeeze Kate's breast. "Every time you feel it on your neck, every time you see it in the mirror, you're going to remember who you belong to, aren't you?" Andrea said as she felt Kate's nipple, even through her bra, spiking her centre of her hand. Kate moaned, the rough treatment seemingly making her stomach twist itself into delicious knots. She nodded her agreement. "And when are you going to take it off?" Andrea asked, continuing to roughly grope at her lover. Kate knew the answer. "Never." she panted. "That's right." Andrea said as she unzipped her hoody, revealing her perky, braless breasts clad in a Port Ferry Hockey t-shirt. "Not in the shower, not if you let Mr. Stewart fuck you, that little thing there may as well be my name and it may as well be tattooed on your chest." "God, yes." Kate nodded. Andrea was undressing quickly, kicking her boots off and wriggling out of her skin tight jeans. Kate looked at the beautiful girl with great anticipation. She'd seen her in various states of undress before but now she was going to see her naked apparently. Andrea peeled the t-shirt off over her head, letting her large, beautifully shaped breasts free. Kate both admired how Andrea's youth allowed her to go braless despite their above-average size and retain such a gorgeous shape and felt the overwhelming need to suck one of the stiff nipples, light brown and longish, into her mouth. "You're going to eat me out, you understand?" Andrea said, clad only in a thin pair of panties as she sat down on one of the benches along the wall. Kate nodded. She knew she'd do this eventually. Had watched it enough in the last few days that the idea of tonguing Andrea was something she'd not only gotten used to but eagerly anticipated. As she knelt front of her though, Kate's actual inexperience made her somewhat nervous. Even as she tucked her thumbs into the waist band of Andrea's underwear and begun working it down around the long, muscular legs that made Andrea the phenomenal skater that she was. Kate noticed that Andrea was waxed or clean shaven like many of the girls in the videos she'd seen. She found that made this more enticing. One of her turn-offs with Doug had always been how hairy he'd been. But Andrea was smooth, sleek, muscular. Curved and toned. "I never have, you know," Kate said as she leaned in gingerly. "But you've had it done, right? Seen it done?" Andrea seemed a little impatient. "Yeah," Kate admitted "Then just do what comes natural. Do what you like, do what you saw. I'll tell you what to do more of and what to do less of," Andrea coaxed as she spread her legs a little. "Besides, just the fact that it's you doing this has me halfway there already." Kate blushed a little and gave her first lick. She found she liked the taste and the musk. She licked again. Andrea moaned. Her tongue ran along the outside of her lips, the way Kate always liked herself, and Andrea's thighs squeezed against her. She licked Andrea's clit. The moan from Andrea's lips being all the encouragement Kate needed to take the little bud between her teeth and suck it very gently into her mouth, nibbling it as gently as she could. Andrea began grinding against Kate's face. Kate found that she loved the way she was able to bring jerks and spasms from Andrea's body. When Kate looked up from her work and saw Andrea, eyes closed and biting her lip, she found the idea of her bringing Andrea off intoxicating. She doubled her efforts, licking and nibbling and sucking. Andrea began moaning, bucking and thrashing against the tongue of the woman working so frantically to get her off. Kate tongued and sucked and gnawed at the young girl's wet, hot pussy feverishly, each second seemingly bringing her more confidence and energy As Andrea had predicted, it didn't take her very long at all to get off. She came, grunting and moaning and shaking while both hands clutched Kate's blonde locks to her, almost as if trying to pull her deeper inside. Kate kept licking her all the way through it, finding she enjoyed the taste and texture of Andrea's cum a great deal. Despite that, Kate's eyes were still looking up on Andrea who was looking back. Andrea looked as though she'd been getting something she'd wanted for a very long time, all satisfied and blissful and confident. The younger girl bucked and rode Kate's face for a while, her thick, strong legs wrapped so tightly around Kate's ears they hurt. Eventually, however, both women's ministrations came to an end. Kate slumped back when she finally felt Andrea's legs loosen. She was out of breath and panting and unbelievably turned on. Doing it here, in the dressing room, was so naughty, so improper and having seen Andrea's ecstasy and knowing she was responsible for it, she felt as sexually charged as she'd ever been. Andrea, meanwhile, looked calm and contented. Already zipping up her hoody and reaching for her jeans. "That was outstanding, Kate," Andrea moaned dreamily. Kate smiled, her face still slick with Andrea's juices. Kate was dazed. She couldn't wait for what would come next. She'd never really felt about someone the way she was beginning to feel about Andrea. Not love, exactly, but pure, supercharged lust. Where she couldn't believe how just being around her turned her on. How she anticipated each next movement and touch. Andrea wiggled into her jeans and put her feet into her boots. Kate remained beaming, lost in her thoughts. "Come on, stand up," Andrea said, taking Kate by the hand and pushing her back against the door of the locker room. Andrea kissed Kate again, appreciatively, and again was firmly cupping and weighing and squeezing the heavy breasts of her older lover. "Your turn now, huh?" Andrea said naughtily. Kate just bit her lip and nodded. Andrea began kissing her way down Kate's body, undoing her blouse and pulling Kate's breasts from her bra. They really were as impressive as Andrea had always imagined. Only the slightest bit of sag and large, pink areola with tiny little pencil eraser nipples. Andrea hungrily sucked first one and then the other into her mouth. Weighing them, caressing them. Her warm tongue seemingly tracing over every bit of them, warming them before leaving them chilled in the cold air of the rink. Kate moaned and held Andrea to her. Kate had always had sensitive breasts. To the point that, much to her chagrin, she'd often gotten a little worked up when her kids had still been nursing. Andrea seemed fascinated by them, sucking and pulling the nipples as she squeezed and kneaded the flesh. Kate felt as though she might explode just from this attention. But Andrea eventually dropped to her knees. She hiked Kate's skirt up over her hips and tugged Kate's panties down, over her thighs and past her calves and finally letting Kate step her black heels out of them. Andrea leaned in and gave Kate a tender kiss on the thigh, almost making the older woman scream in anticipation. She just wanted Andrea to eat her, finally, after wanting it for so long. "Mmmmm, no. I don't think so." Andrea said as she stood up, stuffing Kate's panties into her pocket. Kate looked at her in disbelief but Andrea yanked Kate's skirt back down and reached behind her, unlocking the dressing room door. "You're kidding?" Kate whined. She was so hot. Needed it so badly. But Andrea just shook her head and curled her lips into the merest hint of a mischievous smile. "Nope," Andrea winked as she leaned in to kiss Kate's nose before opening the door to the arena. "I have to get home to get some homework done." "But, I...." "Ooof, Badgers are down 4-1 and the third's starting," Andrea said, looking at the scoreboard that was just visible from where she was standing as she stood in the doorway. "Tell you what, Mrs. Stew, if the boys come back to win it, after the game, you can swing by my place. Dad's gone and we'll have the whole night to ourselves. Then it'll be your turn." Kate looked at her pleadingly but Andrea gave no sign she was kidding or willing to compromise. "After the game?" Kate finally asked hopefully "If they win," Andrea said before leaning back into the room, the girl's end of the building still empty of any potential prying eyes, and gave Kate a last little kiss on the lips. "And I'll know if they win, you dirty, dirty slut." Andrea's tone was teasing and whimsical as she said this as opposed to harsh and insulting. That didn't make Kate feel any better though. She still felt supercharged. Her wetness was leaking onto her thighs and her heart was racing. And, she fumed as she walked Andrea turn and walk towards the arena exit, her sexual satisfaction was now linked to the outcome of a pee wee hockey game. One she had little chance of winning. The Hockey Mom Kate walked back towards the stands and stood in front of the other parents, her lack of undergarments very noticeable to her because of her wetness and the way the air got colder the closer you were to the ice. Kate stood near the boards, rather than sitting down and risking giving anyone a Basic Instinct moment and surveyed the ice. The Bantams were good, not great this year. None of the boys had gotten very big and the most talented forward, Colby Cavanaugh, was a boy who often had trouble keeping his head in the game. The Cavanaughs were neighbours and Colby's mother had often complained to Kate over coffee that her son couldn't keep his mind on anything for longer than a minute, often simply stopping to day dream. Before, Kate had told his mother to not worry, that he was a sweet, funny boy who just might not be cut out for the game. Now, Kate decided bitterly as she watched the game, she hated Colby Cavanaugh with a fiery passion. He was just a scatter brained slacker who wasted his talent. Ellisburg's boys were bigger and they dominated the Badgers through most of the third. Every second that ticked from the scoreboard while the Badgers were behind almost making Kate scream in frustration. Worse, they committed all manner of hooks and holds. As much as Kate hated Colby Cavanaugh, she hated the refs even more. "God damnit, un-keester your whistles and call a penalty!" Kate yelled at the 17 year old volunteers who were officiating the game. This mild cursing bringing a bit of surprise from the crowd. "Gosh, Kate," said Dave Richards, a heavy set man who'd had a son who'd played with Kate's twins. "You didn't even swear the time that player from South Dixon broke Casper's wrist with that slash. What's got you so fired up?" "Just...." Kate composed herself a bit, smiling at Dave but still feeling that electricity inside her. "I hate lousy reffing." "Tell me about it, remember that game..." But Dave's words were interrupted by a gasp from the crowd. One of Ellisburg's defenders had caught Colby Cavanaugh with a heavy check, sending him crashing against the boards. It was a clean check and Colby seemed unhurt though, so play soon resumed. When it did though, something changed. Whether he was angered by it or it'd simply knocked something loose, Colby Cavanaugh came to life. He stole the puck off of an Ellisburg player and burst through the zone, effortlessly weaving around defenders with a long, easy stride. He tucked it into the top shelf, over the goalie's glove. The score was 4-2 now, and the Badgers still had some time. Colby wasn't finished. He remained out for the face-off and won it, kicking it to a line-mate who passed it back to him. Colby scored an almost easier goal, just wristing through the goalie's legs as soon as he gained the zone. 4-3. Kate practically squealed with excitement and looked at the scoreboard. It was 4-3 with five minutes to go. Kate felt herself nervously biting her nails the way she did when her boys had played a big game. She was embarrassed by it but this game, that she barely cared about an hour before, now seemed like the most important game of hockey she'd ever watched in her life. Colby Cavanaugh was not to be denied. He scored again two minutes later, on a blistering slapshot that rivalled any Kate could remember coming from Riley and, at the last all-star game, Riley's shot had been clocked at almost a hundred miles an hour. Kate practically thought the net might tear as the puck flew in. Kate, along with the rest of the crowd, roared. The mood in the crowd lightened. Everyone else, clearly, would have taken a come-back like that to tie the score as a great achievement for the boys. Especially over their rivals from Ellisburg. Kate wouldn't. Andrea hadn't said tie. She'd said win. And so, as Kate watched scoreboard keep ticking down, she was as nervous as ever. It would be too cruel to come so close and to be denied on a technicality. The rink announcer's voice rang out, saying it was the last minute of the game, and Kate practically cried. Especially when Ellisburg kept the Badgers hemmed up in their defensive zone for the first 30 seconds. Now Kate was almost hoping for a tie. That it might be good enough to convince Andrea to have a little compassion. She saw the clock tick down. 30 seconds, then 25, then 20. Kate felt like strangling someone. But then something remarkable happened. Ellisburg passed it from defenseman to defenseman dangerously and Colby Cavanaugh burst free, intercepting the puck and tearing down the ice, a clear path to the goal. Kate looked at the clock, 15 seconds. Her last chance. Colby skated hard at the enemy net, Ellisburg's goalie played the breakaway perfectly by skating out before backing up as Colby skated closer. Colby got into the slot and faked hard to his backhand, the goalie moving with him, then to his forehand and the goalie stayed there too. Then, with practically no room to move, Colby went back to his backhand and the Goalie stayed frozen. Colby lifted the puck past the goalie's blocker into the top of the net with such force that the goalie's water bottle went flying. There were only two seconds on the clock when he tossed his gloves up in the air in wild celebration. The crowd leaped to its feet, furiously applauding, whistling and cheering. None of them were louder than Kate, banging her fists against the glass and practically screaming. Colby's team mates piled on him before they took the last face-off and the last two seconds ran off the clock without incident. Kate was busy thanking whatever goddess had done her the favour as the two teams shook hands and made their way off the ice. Kate made her way to the exit, getting there just as the Badgers were getting off the ice and headed to the locker rooms. She saw that she'd be getting there just as Colby Cavanaugh got off the ice. The Mayor was already there, excitedly patting the team on the back and proclaiming it a wonderful game. Kate reached into her purse for her car keys and wallet. "God, you wonderful, wonderful boy," Kate said as she eagerly and excitedly pressed the entire cash contents of her wallet into Colby Cavanaugh's hockey glove. It was several hundred dollars. "Go buy yourself an X-box." Colby looked down into his hand and his eyes bulged. "Really Mrs. Stew?" He smiled broadly. Kate ruffled his hair. She loved the sweet, spacey boy again. "Buy two!" she called as she left the celebrating players behind, making her way for the glass doors. "We're really not supposed to do that, Kate!" the Mayor said, calling out to her vainly, as she was practically running to her car. Chapter 4. It was January now, the middle of the season. Kate and Andrea's relationship had never relented, not for a second. Doug was out of town now so often and Andrea's father worked late so frequently that the two were naked in each others arms at least three or four times a week. Despite that, it was never predictable, Andrea would often happen upon Kate in the rink and drag her to some deserted room where the two would hungrily go at each other. Kate would get text messages and emails at all hours, telling her to either be ready for Andrea to arrive in a few minutes or to get into her car and drive over promptly. Once, with Doug and Kelsey asleep upstairs, Kate had been hungrily eaten by Andrea while sitting on top of her washing machine, those same silken pyjamas flung carelessly in the corner. Kate loved every spare second of it. She never asked Andrea for anything, she just waited for the calls and texts and reacted excitedly and obeyed them to the letter. In fact, even as she would video chat with her sons, Kate found herself hoping for the alert that Andrea would come online and she might get another message. That was what she was doing now. Parker was the son this time. He'd just been suspended for 5 games by the League for another disciplinary problem and Kate was half-heartedly upbraiding her son as she glumly looked at the grey little icon telling her that Andrea was off-line. "You just can't do things like that Parker," Kate sighed. In his previous game, Parker had challenged a player to a fight who'd refused. Rather than accepting the refusal as was the custom, Parker had simply punched the player in the face, knocking him senseless to the ice. "Come on," Parker said angrily. Kate idly marveled at how different her twins had chosen to look. Unlike Casper's clean cut look, Parker had an unruly mop of black hair as well as a 70's style handlebar moustache. Kate thought he looked ridiculous with it but she knew that the look had made him a fan favourite. "Did you see the way that piece of crap went after Pierre's knees?" "You can't just hit people, baby," Kate said. She did want him to act better but couldn't help but smile a little. Despite his being a handful, Kate never could stay mad at Parker. As rough as he'd been around the house, he could not have been a more fiercely protective brother. When Casper had gotten his wrist broken with a slash, Parker had broken the offending player's nose. When Kelsey had come back from a date with a boy from school, her sweater torn and crying because he'd gotten too grabby, Parker had been furious. Kate and Doug had been called into the school the next day to meet with the boy's parents and, after some discussion, agreed to pay for the significant dental work Parker had ensured he'd need. He was a goon, Kate smiled, but he was her goon. "Eh, screw that Swedish faggot if he can't take a punch," Parker said, causing Kate to again veer from loving him to wanting to smack him. "Parker Stanley Stewart!" Kate exclaimed "I don't know what made you think that sort of language is acceptable but it most certainly is not." "He is from Sweden!" Parker explained "I checked!" "The other word you used, Parker," Kate continued, rolling her eyes. "Oh." "I don't ever want to hear you saying it or that you did say it, do you hear me?" Kate continued "Jeez, mom. Don't blow a gasket. Alright," Parker said "What's the big deal?" "That's an incredibly, hateful hurtful word and we certainly didn't raise you to hate anyone." "Wow, ok. Fine," Parker held up his hands in surrender. "Didn't know the PC police were here." "It's not that Parker. But you use that language and you don't know who you might really hurt." "I don't think he's really gay, mom." "But you don't know who is or isn't," Kate said "You'd be surprised to learn who's gay." "Okay. Who's gay that I know besides Casper?" Parker smiled. Kate frowned again. She wanted to say "Me" but, well, she didn't know if that was true. She hadn't labelled herself one thing or the other. She was in a lesbian relationship though. "Well, there's....." Kate paused, not wanting to out herself to her son but wanting to make the point. She strained to think of who Parker knew that was gay. "There's Mr. Alexander in town." "Really mom?" Parker said sarcastically "The guy who owns your hair salon? Who brings his boyfriend to the movies? He's gay? You're turning my whole world upside down here." Kate wanted to slap Parker again. "Jesus Mom, who cares about that stuff? I just use it to mean, you know, a pussy." Kate frowned harder. "Ok, synonyms I'm not allowed to use for 'weak' are both the f-word and the p-word," Parker said "I raised you better than that, Parker," Kate kept at it. "Yes mom, you did," Parker nodded, wearily but sincerely "I don't care who anyone else wants to sleep with. Do you really think that If Casper really were gay I'd feel a tiny bit differently about him? He's family. End of story. Unconditional love and acceptance and all your movie of the week stuff." Kate smiled at that. She knew he meant every word and, though Parker didn't know it, that comforted her greatly. She loved Parker very, very much. She still wanted him to behave better though. "And if someone called him that word?" "I'd make sure the next time they did it was mumbled through a wired jaw," Parker explained, same patient smile on his face "We good?" "That Swedish boy has a mother, Parker." "Soapboxes were on sale at the market today I see," Parker rolled his eyes. "Just smarten up, baby. Love you," Kate said "Bye mom," Parker said with a little wave. Kate sighed. It'd been a conversation that was both frustrating but re-assuring. She made one final check to see that Andrea was off-line and then collected herself. Parker's crack about soapboxes had reminded her that she needed to get to the supermarket today. She got up from the computer, checked her hair a little in the mirror, and headed down to dig out the car from the snow. She was on the road a few minutes later. In her mind she was thinking about the brief moment she'd had where she'd wanted to tell her son she was gay. She'd become more and more attracted to women over the last few months. Her sexual attraction for men, which had always been entirely limited to hockey players, was fading. She now found herself fantasizing about women she'd see in movies and on TV. She flirted with cute salesgirls when clothes shopping. I never would do anything with them, Kate thought as she idly fingered the necklace Andrea had given her, but the thought is nice. The thing was, Kate harboured no illusions about her relationship with Andrea. It was romantic only in the vaguest sense of the world. She didn't love Andrea. Well, she did, but in the same way she'd always loved the girl she'd helped raise. Their conversations weren't any different now that they were fucking. She still fretted over her and worried about her getting too skinny. It was just frequent, exhilarating sex. Sex where Kate felt incredible release at the way that Andrea would order her around and take her when and how she wanted. Kate had looked that up online too and, after spending some more time masturbating to what she found, decided that made her a "sub". For a woman whose last twenty years had been all about making precise schedules to be at specific places at specific times to ensure everyone in her family got where and what they needed, it was such a tremendous release to simply get to be told what to do. To lie back and take what Andrea gave her. She knew Andrea was leaving in a few months for Harvard, knew they wouldn't be together forever. She was just thrilled by the relationship and even kind of appreciated its built-in expiration date. She'd want to keep dating women but thought it would be best that, when she told her family about that, it didn't also come with the discussion concerning her daughter's best friend. Kate checked her phone as she pulled into the Supermarket parking lot to see if Andrea had called or texted and, disappointed to find she hadn't, got out of the car and held her coat tight around her. It was a mild winter but, for Port Ferry, that just meant that you didn't need a snowmobile to get into town. She walked towards the store quickly to get out of the cold and, despite its heated confines, kept her tight and bundled coat on as she began making her way around the store, cart in hand. She got most of the things on her list and was making her way to the front of the store when she was stopped by the sound of her name. "Mrs. Stewart! I thought I recognized you." It was Ms Michaels, Lucy, Kate remembered. She was a new teacher over at the high school and had Kelsey in her Art class. She was fresh out of teacher's college, couldn't have been more than 25 years old. She was beautiful too. Long brown hair and with skin so creamy and smooth you'd have thought she had stepped right out of a Moisturizer commercial on TV. A gorgeous body to boot. Almost impossibly busty and curved. Very much the kind of woman Kate would have found herself immensely attracted to if it weren't for the fact that Kate's attention was entirely focused on one thing that the two women had in common. "Nice necklace." Kate said, staring at one that was identical to her own. Kate's was hidden under the high collar of her coat and tucked into her sweater. Lucy Michaels fingered it and smiled. Kate knew the smile. It was the very same one she'd smile when she'd touch the necklace. "Thanks. A gift from a friend." Lucy Michaels smiled dreamily. So did Kate. "I wanted to ask you, Mrs. Stewart, if Kelsey had mentioned that we were doing a showing of the students works next week? Some really great stuff." Kate barely heard her. She was staring at the necklace. "What? Oh yes," Kate said, her mind trying to process the information. "I'll be there." "Great," Lucy said as she checked her phone and frowned. "See you then." Kate turned to watch her leave admiring, for a second, her gorgeous backside. But Kate needed to get out of the supermarket. She left her cart in the aisle and ran out to her car, opening the door and slamming it shut behind her. She sat there for a second. Her mind was spinning. She didn't feel bad. She thought of herself as belonging to Andrea, she never had thought of Andrea belonging to her. The fact that Andrea might have other women who felt the same way, while a shock, felt no more like cheating on her than what Doug had did. Kate had rushed from the store because, as she stood and stared at Kelsey's teacher, she'd felt herself getting wetter and wetter. She thought about Andrea breaking Lucy the way she broke her. Fucking her in the classroom maybe. She thought about how Lucy's breasts must have looked, how they must have heaved as Andrea fucked her to orgasm and Kate pulled off her coat. Kate unbuttoned her jeans as she thought that, right now, Andrea might be breaking some other woman out there. Kate wondered who it might be as her fingers worked under the waistband of her panties. Every woman from town that Kate had herself fantasized about in her head now, each of them on the receiving end of one of Andrea's hard, vicious fuckings or slow, soft teasing ones. She was frigging her clit rapidly when she settled on someone. Maria D'Angelis was new to town. She was twenty-seven and a newlywed and had joined the neighbourhood book club in order to meet people. She had olive skin and gorgeous lips and in Kate's mind she was naked on her living room floor, begging Andrea to eat her faster. She thought of Maria groaning as Andrea slipped one, then two, then three fingers inside her. Remembered the way it'd felt when Andrea had done it to her and then Kate relived the experience by doing the same thing to herself, fucking herself wildly. Kate wished she could see it. Hear the groans that Maria made in her cute little accent. She thought about how Maria must look when she cums and, at that moment, Kate came herself, feeling her cunt spasm and squeeze around her fingers. Kate screamed in her car, satisfied and drained. The orgasm had felt like something that just desperately needed to leave her body and she'd worked as fast as she could to get it out. Kate realized that, prior to Andrea, even masturbating could take a while. Now Kate knew just what would set her off. Kate rested her head against the cold steering wheel while she caught her breath and, when her thoughts returned to her, hoped that they hadn't emptied the grocery cart she'd left inside. Chapter 5. "And you say Kelsey's at Mary-Anne's?" Doug asked, his phone coming in very clearly on the new cordless phones. "Yes. Mary-Anne. You remember," Kate said, each word coming out ragged and with exertion. "Are you ok, Katie?" Doug asked, along with her father the only one in the world to still call her that. "Fine. Back. Hurts. Doctor tomorrow." she kept at it, straining to contain herself. "Ok, honey. But there's something I want to say. Something that I've been feeling for a long time and that I think you need to hear." The Hockey Mom Kate barely listened. She knew what he was going to say. But it was hard to care while on her hands and knees with Andrea's massive strap-on cock being pounded into her from behind. Doug had called while in the middle of their fucking and Andrea, perversely, had answered it before handing the receiver to Kate. She hadn't let up for a second, kept pounding the thick, veiny thing into Kate's cunt with a sound that almost sounded like a wet sponge being squeezed. Kate had tried to bite her lip, tried to do what she could to not let on that, while Doug was getting ready to tell her that their marriage was over, Kate was being fucked eight ways from Sunday by her girlfriend's magnificent cock. It had just been a few weeks ago that Andrea had asked Kate if she missed fucking men at all and Kate had said she slightly missed the penetrative feeling of really being fucked by a man. That very night Andrea had introduced her to her strap-on. Being stretched wider and fucked deeper than Doug had ever been and Doug was no slouch in the size department. Now it was a regular part of Andrea and Kate's lovemaking. Kelsey's presence usually meant they had to be sneaky and silent if they were at Kate's house. But with Kelsey sleeping over at another friend's place, Andrea had shown up eagerly for the chance to ravage Kate about the house. She'd turned down the invitation to the same slumber party just to have the night with Kate. It'd been a night of firsts. They fucked out-doors for the first time, the March weather being mild enough for them to enjoy each other on one of the Stewart's deck chairs. They'd fucked in the shower for the first time. They'd fucked in the kitchen. Andrea had asked Kate to make her famous chocolate chip cookies while wearing nothing but her apron. Kate had agreed eagerly and begun stripping and mixing up the batter. Kate moaned especially appreciatively when, as soon as the batter was finished, Andrea had smeared a handful of it on Kate's chest and started to lick it off. "Kate, I feel like we've been drifting apart for a while and..." Doug's voice roused Kate from being lost in her fucking. She was about to cum. She was so close. Andrea was an expert with her strap-on. Getting her soaking wet first and then stuffing it in from seemingly every angle that was pleasurable. Knowing just what to do to set Kate off, it was like Andrea had mapped out the entirety of Kate's body and knew just where to go, even with a thick plastic cock tied to a leather harness. "Tell me when you get home sweetie," Kate said as she clicked off the phone and threw it on the pillow. She let herself scream as Andrea pounded another orgasm out of her. Kate had lost track of how many it had been for the day. But this one was as good as, many even better than, the rest. A harsh, screeching explosion that made Kate dig her nails into the bed as the feeling overcame her. But Andrea didn't stop. Andrea was an expert at getting herself off while using the strap on, rubbing her clit against the harness even as she was pounding it deep into Kate's cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me, yes!" Kate moaned. Andrea gave her an enthusiastic slap on her ass and kept riding. Kate fucked back, already feeling another climax coming on. She loved, and never got over the surprise of, how Andrea seemed to be able to coax climax after climax from her and kept encouraging Andrea to go harder. Andrea gritted her teeth and gave it do Kate even harder. She was amazed at just what the older blonde woman was able to take. The two climaxed together, Andrea grunting and moaning wildly while Kate whimpered and squealed and bit her pillow hard. Andrea collapsed onto Kate, moaning and stroking Kate's hair appreciatively. Kate collapsed herself and, to her slight embarrassment, noticed that the sheets below her were absolutely soaked. Andrea withdrew the strap-on from Kate's swollen, sore pussy and rolled over, sitting up against the headboard and stroking Kate's hair. The brief moment of relative tranquility being broken by another voice. "God, Mrs. Stewart that is just an amazing shower you've got there." Lucy Michaels said, a towel in her hair but absolutely nothing else on as she walked from the adjoining master bathroom. Andrea had asked Kate a few hours before if there was anything that Kate wanted that they hadn't done. The thing that immediately came to mind had been the name of her daughter's Art teacher. Andrea had sent her a text fetching her and she'd gotten there quickly and their adventures over the last three hours had been a three woman orgy of every conceivable combination and position. "You two..." Lucy pouted, her beautiful bountiful breasts still dripping from her shower "You two said you'd wait for round two." Andrea shrugged. Kate simply moaned. "Well, I'm just a little wiped" Andrea said to the woman who was her own Art teacher. "But it sure would make me hot to watch you two fuck for me." Lucy looked at Kate. Kate nodded her agreement. She still wanted more. Lucy clapped her hands excitedly and jumped on the bed, joining the other two. Lucy climbed between Kate's legs and twisted herself around so Kate could reciprocate the dedicated oral ministrations that Lucy began immediately. "I'm going to miss this town." Andrea giggled as she smacked Lucy's tight, rounded ass. Chapter 6. It was July now. Kate sat in the bedroom that had been hers and Doug's for 20 years but was now just hers. Doug had, in fact, told her that he wanted a divorce when he'd come back from Ottawa in March and, to his confusion, Kate had been surprisingly alright with it. It was an amicable divorce. Kate had kept the house, Doug kept his place in Ottawa. Doug had handed her a large cheque for her half of the business and they'd settled on alimony. Kate hadn't really wanted his money. She wanted to start making her own but Doug had insisted, responsible and friendly to the end. Kate and Andrea had fucked even more often after he'd moved out. They made every day of their last few months together count. Then, in June, Kate had said goodbye to Kelsey and, after one final and memorable weekend of unreserved bliss, said goodbye to Andrea as well. Andrea promised to visit often and for Kate to be ready for when she did. Kate nodded eagerly. Then she'd driven back to her now empty house and cried a little. But her sadness was fleeting. Kate woke the next day and saw the world as a challenge. She wasn't young, maybe, but she wasn't old. And she could still do anything she wanted. She had put the house on the market and was beginning to look into going back to University. She missed her old life though, she missed kids being around. So she was always happy when, as she noticed now, one of her kids was online. Usually Kate had to ask one of them if they wanted to talk but this time, to her surprise, Riley had sent the invitation for a video chat. Kate smiled as the screen flashed on although, to her surprise, it was not her oldest son who she saw but Hailey, Riley's girlfriend of the past two years. She was a gorgeous girl with brown, almost caramel coloured, skin and the friendliest smile that Kate could remember seeing. "Hey Kate," she said, beaming that same smile at her. Kate felt herself blush a little. She couldn't help but idly wondering what Hailey looked like naked, what she might look like in the throes of ecstasy. It was only a momentary thing though. Kate wasn't crazy. This was her baby boy's girlfriend. "Hey dear, what's up?" Kate smiled, shaking the dirty thoughts from her mind. "Just a second," Hailey said before turning off screen "Riles, baby, I got her." Kate watched as her oldest son came on screen, scrunching next to his girlfriend and ducking down so both of their faces could be seen at the same time. Kate didn't like to think she played favourites but, well, despite being the oldest Kate still thought of Riley as her baby in a lot of ways. It was Riley who'd altered her whole crazy life. Riley who'd made her a mother for the first time. Most of her firsts were with him. Watching him skate, watching him play and choking back tears when he'd left home. Riley was the one who stayed closest with her. While she often had to nag at Parker and Casper to keep in touch, Riley called every week like clockwork. He was such a beautiful and wonderful son, Kate thought as she watched him do his best to duck down to get himself in the frame, that she could almost forgive him for weighing eleven pounds at birth. "There's my other favourite lady," Riley smiled as he finally managed to get himself on the screen. "Hey baby, how was Bermuda?" Kate asked after the vacation the two had recently taken. Riley looked good. He looked tanned. "Beautiful," Hailey said, smiling at the memory. Riley just shrugged. "So what did you two want to talk about?" Kate asked. This was still a few days before Riley's usual weekly call. He'd even made it from Bermuda. The two on her screen looked at each other nervously and looked back at Kate with smiled on their faces. "Oh my god," Kate smiled "Are you two getting married?" Hailey shook her head. Riley looked at Hailey and frowned. Clearly he'd lost an argument. "No, Kate, it's just...we're pregnant." Hailey announced. This made Riley smile again. Kate squealed in excitement. "You guys...." Kate was at a loss for words. That was just so great. She couldn't even define it. She would be a grandma. She felt her eyes start to water. "How long?" "13 weeks." Hailey said precisely "That's just, so amazing" Kate couldn't have been happier at the news. "I know, right?" Riley said as he kissed his pregnant girlfriend on the cheek. "If there's anything I can do for you Hailey, let me know. God, with Riley's baby inside you you're probably going to swell up like a balloon." "That's kind of what we wanted to talk to you about Mom," Riley said "It's not baby singular. Apparently multiple births run in families and well..." "Triplets," Hailey said smiling even more broadly. Kate squealed again but, upon reflection, she did start to feel bad for the girl. "Oh my god, Hailey dear. You are in for a rough ride." Hailey and Riley looked at each other and their smiles broke just a little. They turned back to Kate. "That's sort of what we wanted to talk to you about Mom. We figured that with you and Dad splitting up and you selling the house and looking for something else we thought you might like to...." "We were wondering if you might like to come down and live with us a bit. Maybe help us out when next season starts and Riley has to be on the road," Hailey completed his sentence. The request was a surprise for Kate. This was so much to process. Being a grandma was big enough. Moving to the States? Kate didn't know. She was living on her own for the first time. It was a thrilling thought. She wanted to pursue relationships with women. She'd kept seeing Lucy after Andrea left, even going on a few proper dates. But the instinct to help her family was unavoidable. And she would like to live near and help raise her grandbabies and three of them no less. Kate didn't know what she'd have done if Doug had been on the road as often as Riley would have to be. Kate felt as though there was a war going on between her new life and her old one in her brain. Kate sighed. It was like being asked to choose between herself and her family. Having to choose between reliving what she'd loved about her old life and what excited her about her new life. "Won't it be too cramped?" Kate begged off. She thought about Riley's apartment. It was big, with a nice spare bedroom, but Kate knew that Riley would not want to be separated by just a few walls from the loud, passionate sex that was a big part of Kate's life now and that she had no intention of giving up. Hailey shook her head. "We just bought a new place Kate. It's gorgeous. Six bedrooms, huge grounds. And it's got its own guest house...." "Which is, itself, giant. Seriously mom, the guest house is bigger than our, or I guess your, old house." "It'd be all yours, Kate. You'd just be there if we needed you." That could work, Kate thought. There are women in Boston. "C'mon Mom. You're telling me that, two years from now, when I build a backyard rink you're not going to want to be there when your grandkids skate for the first time? Won't want to make them your cookies and read them stories at night?" Riley pleaded. Kate sighed. Riley knew just how to hit her below the belt. "I don't know, I was thinking of going back to University...." "Kate, Boston is like the University capital of the world. Tufts, Boston U., Boston College. And just over in Cambridge is MIT and Harvard." "Harvard?" Kate perked up. If Kate recalled, she knew someone going there. She felt a little pang of excitement as she considered the possibility. "Yeah mom, I mean, you may be aiming a little high there but the point is that if you want to go to school there are lots of...." Kate bit her lip and fingered the beads on the necklace she still wore. "I'll have to think about it." Kate said, her eyes alight with all of the possibilities in front of her. The End Special thanks to the anonymous editor who helped me with this story a great deal.