#id93

1.arber and florian xhekaj

you could hear the yelling coming down your hallway before you'd even realized that the front door was open and people were here. it's not unusual for some of the guys to drop by after practice.

but it sounds like arber and florian are arguing. probably about something stupid like they always do. and they always come to you to fix it and make them feel better. kind of like a mom would do.

which makes sense... as you are a bit older than the majority of the guys that come to you. and they've all kind of developed a complex; you take care of them like a mom would, both inside and outside of the bedroom, so they call you 'mommy.'

you're not even sure what they're fighting about, but the minute you spoke up, they shut up. and they know exactly how you're going to resolve it; by making them work together like a team.

that's how florian got you on his lap on your couch, straddling his lap with his cock nestled deep inside of your pussy. his hands are gripping your hips tight. arber's hands are above his on your waist. he's fucking you from behind.

every time arber thrusts forward, he's bouncing you on florian's lap. every time florian makes you sink down onto him, he's essentially making you sink further down onto arber, your walls stretching to accomdate the both of them inside of you.

long story short, they're not fighting anymore, and they've honestly forgotten what it was even about in the first place.

2.juraj slafkovsky

juraj was on you the minute you opened the door. he'd been in a mood all day. not a bad one. just an extremely horny one. and he needs to let it out somewhere. that somewhere is you.

he pinned you up against the door once it was closed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pulled his cock out of his team issued sweatpants. you were just wearing an old t shirt, so he lifted the hem and pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy.

he thrust into you in one quick go, already setting a brutal pace. the sound of skin smacking on skin echoed throughout your apartment, wet squelching sounds coming from in between the two of you.

his head fell forward to rest against your forehead, his hot breath fanning against your face and your lips before he roughly pressed his lips to yours, tongue sliding against yours as his hips met yours in rough thrusts.

the wall is the only thing keeping you upright right now, or else you'd be sinking down onto the floor and out of his arms. the paintings and decor on your entryway walls are shaking, threatening to fall down as juraj fucked into you and made your own walls clench down around him.

'gonna come, mommy.' he whined into your skin, hips faltering their pace.

'then come for me, baby.' you whispered, cupping his face.

and he did, letting it all out into you and the feeling that had been in his system all day out with it.

3.jakub dobes

'they know i go cold if they don't play me for a few games.' jakub is complaining to you about not starting any games in a while. 'i know sam's the guy, but when am i gonna get my chance?' he asked.

you were running your hands through his hair as he rested his head on your chest. you leaned down and kissed his forehead. 'i know.' you cooed. 'but you're still so, so good. they're gonna see it.'

'you think so?' he asked, peering up at you. such a sweet boy.

'i know so.' you said, gently moving him away from your chest so you could sink to your knees in front of him. 'let me show you how good you are. you're so good, jakub. you deserve it.'

you pulled his hardening cock out of his shorts, stroking him in your hand to get him to a full erection, running your thumb over the prominent vein on the side of his cock. you licked a stripe from his base to his tip, pressing tiny kisses before sucking his tip into your mouth.

you hollowed out your cheeks, sinking your mouth further down onto him as jakub cried out somewhat in surprise, hands flying to your hair as you began to bob your head up and down, using your hand to jerk the parts of his cock you couldn't take in your mouth.

you let him turn your hair into a makeshift ponytail as his hips kept lifting up in small thrusts to meet each movement of your mouth. he tugged you down onto him, making your nose brush his pelvis as you took him as deep as you could.

by the time he was thrusting up and spilling his load down your throat, he'd almost forgotten what he was even complaining about.

4.cole caufield

cole is laying on your couch. he's been there for maybe about twenty minutes now. you're across from him on the other side of the couch. you have a big girl job, so you're on your laptop doing some remote work. you're not paying him any attention.

'mommy...' he whined, kicking at your legs. still nothing.

he huffed, crossing his arms and pouting like a little child. 'mommy.' he tried again. 'mommy. mommy. mommy!'

'what, baby?' you asked, not looking up from your latop and your work.

'pay attention to me.' he demanded.

you really had to get this assignment for work done or else your boss is going to absolutely have your head. but... if he wanted attention so bad, he could do something for you.

you spread your legs on the couch, revealing you hadn't been wearing any underwear underneath your oversized shirt. absolutely nothing. so cole got a great view of your pussy that was just calling out to him.

he was immediately on his knees and crawling over, burying his face into you as he hooked your thighs up onto his shoulders, spreading his fingers wide out over your skin and tugging you as close as possible.

he's perfectly content to be right here between your thighs giving you pleasure if it means he'll give you the attention he so desperately craves after. he won't let up; he'll keep sucking and licking at you until you're coming all over his face?

and when you call him a good boy and give him what he wants? oh, he's in heaven.

1.ivan demidov

you know ivan had been homesick lately. as much as he absolutely loves montreal, he misses the familiarity of russia and all his friends and family. he misses his home.

he's usually always coming to you because he loves your cooking. he claims you're almost as good as his mother; that you just make things that taste like home. he always knows he's getting a good home cooked meal when he comes to your place.

you wanted to make him feel a little more at home, so you attempted to make a traditional russian dish. and it turned out pretty well if you do say so yourself. you just hope ivan likes it.

he recognized the smell the second he came into your apartment, and he just about stopped in his tracks. really? you made one of his favourites from back home.

'yeah, i did.' you said when he questioned it. 'i know you've been feeling a little down and missing home lately, so i wanted to try to bring home to you.'

'wow, thank you, mommy.' he said, sitting down at your kitchen island as you placed a bowl of food in front of him.

you leaned down, running a hand over his hair and kissing his forehead. 'you're welcome, baby boy.'