Parents Weekend at USC Ch. 03

Please read Chapters 1 and 2 before this as continuity is important and they are meant to be ready in sequence. Appreicate the feedback!

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Weeks went by and things started to kind of return to normal but I still couldn't shake the memories of Keon fucking my Mom.

It didn't help that every time I ran into Keon he acted completely normal like we were still just the same buddies as before. I think that's what bothered me the most. He never gave anything away despite what he'd done.

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Back in Newport, it had been a week since the incident and Christina did her best to move forward like everything was normal. She tried to tell herself that this was a one time mistake and she was still the faithful wife she'd always been.

She kept her routine, going to pilates, socializing with other women in the neighborhood, and making dinner for her husband. But her mind kept drifting back to that night with Keon. When her husband made a move on her one night, she did her best to stay in the moment but even when he was inside her, all she could think about was how much better it was with Keon and how he made her totally lose control. She came that night with her eyes closed and hated herself for it.

A week or so later her phone buzzed while she was preparing dinner in the kitchen. A message from Keon Brooks. She opened it and found a short video from that night of her riding Keon, moaning, bouncing, and saying that she was his.

She watched it once, put the phone down, and couldn't help but watch it again. She saw a version of herself that was in true ecstasy and she knew it even if she didn't want to admit it.

Christina took a deep breath, told herself she was a good wife and mother, and responded:

"This is inappropriate. Do not contact me again."

Christina watched the video a few more times thay evening. She then told herself she needed to stop and deleted the video.

Three days later her phone buzzed again late one night with a photo from Keon.

He was standing in a bathroom mirror, no shirt, joggers pushed down below his compression shorts. She could see everything, his ripped chest and abs, muscles, and most of all, the outline his big thick dick hanging pressed against his thigh.

Christina: Stop.

Keon: You know you want it.

Christina: I don't. Leave me alone.

Keon: Send me one back. Don't make me have to keep watching those videos

Christina stared at the phone screen for a long time. She began typing a longer reply: "This has to stop, I'm married, delete my number, I mean it" and then erased the whole message and decided it was better not to reply at all. But she couldn't help but notice the subtle wetness that had developed between her things. She hated it.

Christina went to bed repeating the same lines to herself - it was a mistake and it will not happen again.

But she couldn't go to sleep and her hand seemed to have a mind of its own and drifted under the waistband of her sleep shorts. She was already wet just like when she saw the picture Keon had sent. She started rubbing slow circles over her clit, biting the inside of her cheek so she wouldn't make noise and wake up her husband passed out right next to her. Her mind pushed straight to the feelings she had getting pounded by Keon and the dirty things he said to her. She quickly arrived at an orgasm intense enough that her body jerked and startled her husband. He mumbled a few words and fell back asleep but Christina laid there in shame staring at the ceiling.

The next morning at a pilates she caught her reflection in the studio mirror and she looked good. Wearing black Alo leggings, a matching cropped tank, and her hair in a ponytail, she took the mirror selfie without thinking. Then before she could control herself, she sent the pic to Keon. Regret hit her before the text even said delivered.

The reply came while she was still standing there wondering what had just happened.

Keon: Good girl

Christina didn't reply and left the studio in a daze. In her Range Rover, she took a deep breath and said no more, that's not who she was.

Keon messaged again the next day.

Keon: thinking about how tight you were

Christina: Stop. please

Keon: you weren't telling me to stop when I was inside of you. just the opposite

Christina: I'm not doing this

She would stare at the screen, sometimes start typing something longer and firmer, then delete it. An hour later she would pick it up again and do the same thing.

Once after a run she sent another photo. Another after a yoga class. Each time Keon replied with something filthy, her body reacted even while her mind listed every reason it was wrong. She hated that it made her wet. She hated that she started checking her phone more often. But deep down she craved it even though she tried to fight it.

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I came home for one weekend in early October just to get off campus for a few days.

My parents and I went to grab coffee Saturday morning and they told me that they were coming back up for the Washington game in a few weeks. Dad was already excited of course. Mom just smiled and nodded. I said it sounded good but inside a sense of dread washed over me. Flashbacks to Parents Weekend and Keon and my Mom.

Later that day I walked into the kitchen as my Mom had just gotten back from the grocery store. Her phone was on the counter while she was at the car grabbing the bags. The screen lit up and the name in the message preview stared right at me: Keon Brooks

I wanted to puke. I just stared at the screen until it went dark. When Mom came back in the house I was already at the refrigerator pretending to look for something. She picked up the phone, glanced at it, and put it face down on the counter.

A few days after I got back to campus I ran into Keon by the athletic facilities. He dapped me up like normal, said what's up, and then casually asked, "Your parents coming back up anytime soon? Was good meeting them."

I gulped and forced the words out. "Yeah. They're coming up for the Washington game."

Keon nodded and said, "Tell em I said what's up."

We moved along but as I was walking away, all I could think was "What the fuck man. I can't believe this guy is just saying that shit to me like nothing happened."

A couple of days before the Washington

game my dad called to coordinate.

"Hey, change of plans on the hotel," he said. "We couldn't get the same place as last time. No rooms left. Now we're staying at the one downtown that the team uses the night before home games. Kind of cool actually. Same hotel as the team."

My first thought was, "are you fucking kidding me" but I told him it sounded fine and got off the phone as soon as I could. The worry sat in my chest the rest of the day.

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The Friday night before the game a small group of parents ended up at the hotel lobby bar. Christina's husband was talking with a couple of the other dads. She sat with two of the other wives chatting it up and talking about their kids. Everything looked normal.

Across the lobby Marcus walked in with a couple of other players. He saw Christina with the other parents and pulled out his phone to text Keon.

Marcus: Your girl's at the lobby bar with the parents

Keon: good looking out bro

Christina felt her phone vibrate in her purse.

Keon: Room 814. Come up.

Christina: No

She put her phone away and tried to get back in the conversation with the other wives. One of the them was talking about her daughter's sorority and the other about her son's winter break plans. Christina's mind drifted elsewhere and she decided that she needed to go upstairs and shut this down once and for all.

She turned to the other wives.

"I need to run up to the room for a minute. I'll be right back."

A few minutes later her husband walked over to the group of wives.

"Where's Christina?"

"She had to go up to the room for something," one of them said.

He nodded and went back to hanging out with the other dads. At that exact moment, Christina stood in front of room 814 rehearsing what she was going to say to Keon. She knocked.

Keon opened the door in a black team hoodie and shorts. He stepped back and let her in.

"I came up here to tell you this stops," she said. "What happened that night was a one time mistake. You need to stop texting me. This is not going to happen again."

Keon looked at her for a second and laughed, "You came all the way up to my room to say that."

"It's not funny. I mean it."

Keon stepped closer and put his hand on her waist. She grabbed his wrist.

"Keon stop. I'm fucking serious."

He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. She turned her face away and said, "No. I didn't come here for that."

"Yet you're still standing here."

Despite her mind saying no, Christina started to feel something and her grip on his wrist loosened. Keon shifted and kissed her mouth. She made a small sound of protest and pushed uninspired at his chest. When he kissed her deeper she finally responded. He quickly unzipped her dress, letting it fall off her and now she was in just a black bra and panties. Keon continued, unhooking her bra and her tits dropped free, nipples already hard. He pushed the panties down her legs. She stepped out of them.

A minute ago she was standing there practicing the words to put a stop to all of this and now here she was standing there in heat completely naked in front of him.

Before Christina could even process what had happened, Keon dropped down and dragged his tongue up her already wet slit. Christina gasped and braced one hand against the wall and another over her mouth. He licked her slowly and pushed two fingers into her while he sucked on her clit. She tried to fight it but her thighs trembled and she started making small moaning sounds. She came hard, with a loud moan and her whole body shaking. Her legs almost gave out.

Before she could catch her breath, Keon stood up and pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang free, already hard and glistening at the tip.

He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed down. Christina hesitated but dropped to her knees. She stared at his cock, still breathing hard, then leaned forward and took the head into her mouth. Keon groaned and rested his hand in her hair. She sucked him willingly and he started moving his hips pushing deeper each time. She gagged once and spit ran down her chin and onto her tits. Her eyes watered and Keon told her to look at him when she sucked his dick.

He finally pulled out of her mouth, lifted her up, and turned her around, pushing her chest up against the wall. Keon thrust into her in one long stroke and Christina cried out, palms flat on the wall. He fucked her hard, deep, and steady, with one hand gripping her hair, the other pulling on her hip.

"That's it. Take this big dick."

He pulled out abruptly. Christina turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were already begging.

"You want it back?" he asked.

She nodded, breathing hard.

"Beg for it properly. Tell me exactly what you want."

"Please fuck me," she said, voice shaking "Please put that black cock back in me. I need it. Please."

He thrust back in hard enough to lift her onto her toes. She moaned loud. He kept pounding her against the wall, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, then pulled her over to the bed and pushed her onto her hands and knees.

He drove into her from behind, her tits swaying with every movement.

"Whose pussy is this?" Keon asked mid thrust.

"... Yours" she weakly said.

"Louder"

"Yours"

Keon kept the pace up and smacked her white ass leaving it red.

"And what does that make you?"

She hesitated again, breath hitching.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"Your slut" she said, now with no reluctance.

"Say the whole thing"

"I'm your white married slut. It's your pussy Keon"

"That's right. And tomorrow I want you in the stands wearing my jersey. I expect to look up and see my name on your back while you're sitting next to your husband."

"I'll wear it" she said, nearly out of breath. "I'll wear your jersey."

He kept fucking her doggy, pressing hard into her hips and pulling on her hair. He loved the way that made her look in the closet mirror, back arched and tits swinging.

All of sudden her phone started ringing. The screen showed her son's name. They both paused for a second.

"Don't" she whispered.

Keon reached over, grabbed the phone, and held it out to her while he stayed buried inside her.

"Answer it"

She took it, her left hand shaking while her right arm still held her up with Keon behind her. Keon started moving again - slow, deep strokes while she accepted the call. She rocked back and forth, her wedding ring clearly visible on the hand holding the phone to her ear.

"Hey honey"

"Hey Mom. Just checking in. Making sure you guys got settled okay. You still at the bar with Dad?"

Keon picked up the pace a little bit. A quiet laugh escaped as he watched her collapse to her elbows to steady herself while she also tried to hold in her moans. Fifteen minutes ago she had been sitting downstairs talking with the other moms. Now she was on her hands and knees getting used by the star player while on the phone with her student son.

Christina's voice came out uneven. "We're... we're still down there. Everything's fine."

"You sure? You sound kind of out of breath."

Keon thrust harder. Her breath hitched again.

"No everything... is good, I... promise."

"Okay. Did you guys get dinner too or are you just doing drinks?"

She closed her eyes as Keon ground into her deeply, doing everything not to moan or yelp.

"Just... drinks for now. We'll probably.... get something later."

"Alright. Well have a good night and tell Dad I say hey"

"I will"

There was a short pause on his end, like something still felt off.

"Okay. Love you. See you tomorrow."

"Love.... you too."

She ended the call and dropped the phone. Keon didn't slow down. He fucked her harder from behind until she came with a broken cry, face in the sheets. He kept going right through it, pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and stroked himself over her face and chest. Thick ropes landed across her tongue, cheeks, forehead, hair, tits. He kept coming until she was covered.

She stayed there breathing hard for a moment. Keon snapped a quick pic of her lying there naked and glazed in his cum and then handed her a towel to clean up.

"Fuck fuck fuck. I need to get out of here. They're probably wondering where I am. This was so dumb. Fuckkkk.."

She wiped herself off as best she could, put her dress back on, and gathered herself. Just as she was about to open the door, she kissed him once before she could stop herself.

"Glad you came up here" Keon said, smirking.

Christina didn't answer and walked out the door but deep down she knew she didn't disagree.

In the hallway she walked toward the elevators. Marcus was coming the other way. Their eyes met for a second. He smirked. She looked away quickly and kept walking.

Christina stopped at her own room first. In the bathroom mirror she saw dried cum in her hair and a smear near the corner of her mouth. She washed her face, fixed her hair, and redid her makeup until she looked close to normal.

When she got back to the bar her husband smiled and pulled her in for a quick kiss.

"There you are." He kissed her again. When he pulled back he looked slightly puzzled.

"You taste kind of salty."

Christina forced a small smile. "Must be the margarita."

He accepted it and went back to talking with the other dads. She sat down with the wives again and picked up the conversation like she had only stepped away for a minute. One of them asked about a restaurant recommendation in Newport. Christina answered normally. Little did any of them know she had just gotten railed and used by the team's best player and told him she was his white married slut.

Later that night in their hotel room her husband reached for her. She let him but it felt like nothing compared to what Keon had done to her a couple hours earlier. She just stared at the ceiling and waited for it to be over.

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The next morning I met my parents at the tailgate outside the Coliseum. There was a merch tent nearby and we walked inside.

"I could use something new," my Mom said.

She pulled out a cardinal Keon Brooks jersey and held it up.

I went completely silent.

Dad grinned. "Hell yeah. We should definitely get that one. He'll probably even autograph it for us if we want"

They bought it. Mom put it on right there over her shirt. Keon's name and number right across her back.

We made our way toward the stadium gates and I walked a step behind my parents the whole way. Then everything clicked - the phone call from the night before and how she had sounded, the text I had seen on her phone weeks ago, what happened last time she was here. I stared at the back of that jersey and couldn't stop wondering if she had been with him last night.