3 December 2006 - Cover

3 December 2006

Copyright© 2016 by Mustang

Chapter 1

At 9 a.m., Dan and Karen woke up in each other’s arms. “This new bed is perfect for sleeping and fucking,” Karen said, smiling and cuddling against him.

“I figured Vicky would be sleeping with us, but she’s spending every night with Scott. Makes a king-sized bed almost a waste of space,” he mentioned.

“Oh, I think we can manage to find others to share our bed,” she smiled, caressing his cock.

They took a sensual shower together, soaping each other up. “I think we have an audience,” Karen whispered, seeing the two figures of Diane and Brenda by the bathroom door. “Let’s show them what a real blow job is like,” she smiled, stroking his cock.

The glass doors didn’t hide the show they put on for their daughters. They fingered each other’s pussies and watched their mom suck off their dad’s cock. Brenda dared Diane to join them in the shower, but she didn’t.

Karen gave Dan a long and sensual blow job. She held her mouth open so the girls could see Dan’s usually strong, thick stream of cum shoot into her mouth, eagerly swallowing every drop.

Brad slept and slept, waking up at 11 a.m. He lay in bed, placing his hands behind his head as an extra pillow. He smiled, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of Abby and how great he felt inside about her. He played a little on his guitar and sang the sentences he’d written about her. His love song was taking shape but still needed a lot of work.

Brad appreciated the much larger kitchen in his new home. He fixed himself his customary Sunday morning omelette of ham, cheese, coloured peppers, and mushrooms. He ate quickly and went back to his bedroom. He listened to the noon news and sports, hearing that the River Rats won their game 5-2.

He took out the Name Change Application form and began to fill in the required information. He found areas that his parents will have to complete. He had to quickly hide the application when his mom came to the door for help with some boxes. Dan suggested he do some exercise before going to play his afternoon game.

Brad went to the small exercise room and worked out, stretching his muscles and tendons. He could feel the difference in his body after very little exercise the past week. He next tried the slapshot machine his dad had made. The wooden hockey stick had a metal square screwed to the shaft close to the blade. A wire cable was attached to a pulley with weight control, part of the weight-lifting machine.

Brad swung the stick as if shooting and could feel the difference with the added weight. After five shots, he was already feeling it in his arms and sides. He checked the weight on the rack, and it was five pounds. He switched it for a two-and-a-half pound plate and continued for several rounds of three minutes each from the right and left sides.


“Brad, honey, it’s time to go!” Karen yelled down from the kitchen.

“Okay, Mom!” He hollered back. Karen gave him a kiss and hug, wishing him good luck at his game. Brad put his hockey gear in the trunk of their new Nissan, and they headed off to pick up Abby.

“Dad, when we get to the rink, I’d like you to come to the dressing room with me,” Brad mentioned.

“What for?”

“I have a lot of apologizing to do to my teammates, and I’d like you to hear it.”

“I appreciate that, Son.”

“And besides, I want to introduce you to my team as my dad.”

“Thank you very much. I’m already proud of you, Brad.”

Dan parked in Abby’s driveway, and Brad paused for a moment, waiting for his dad to honk the horn. “Number one rule when dating or picking up anyone, anytime, always go to the door. Never sit in the car and honk the horn. It’s very disrespectful to the person, especially if it’s a girl, and especially to Abby. You give the impression that you don’t want to be seen by her family,” Dan explained.

“I don’t disrespect Abby at all or her dad.” Brad went to the door, and Vicky answered it, wearing one of Scott’s shirts with only one button holding it together.

“Plan on spending the whole day in bed?” He kidded.

“That’s the main idea. Scott is an amazing fuck!” Molly came right behind her to see who was at the door.

“Looks like Molly has accepted me; she isn’t growling as much and is ready to bite my leg off,” he joked of her wagging her tail.

“You came to the door instead of honking the car horn?” She asked.

“Dad’s suggestion.”

“It’s a good one too. I remember dating a guy who had his own car. He sat in the driveway one time, honking and honking the horn for me to come out. He finally came to the door for me. I told him I don’t answer to car horns. If you come to pick me up, have the decency to come to the door; otherwise, don’t bother showing up.”

“What did he do?”

“From then on, he came to the door. He had to, otherwise he knew I wouldn’t let him fuck me,” she laughed.

Brad could hear footsteps coming from behind Vicky, and Abby came to her side. “Hi Brad,” she beamed. Brad saw Abby holding a folded blanket in front of her. “See you at Brad’s later, Vicky,” Abby said, kissing her on the cheek.

“You mentioned you’d like to call me Mom.”

“I know, and I mean no disrespect to you, but I’d sooner wait until it’s for real; it’ll mean more to me then.”

“I understand, honey. Bye, have a good time. And Abby, if you can’t be good, be so bad that it’s great,” she teased.

“Don’t worry, I will,” she replied, kissing Brad and taking his hand. Scott came up behind Vicky and undid the only button holding her shirt closed. He pulled it aside, revealing her bare tits and pussy to anyone looking, his hands quickly becoming her bra cups. She shrieked, closed the door, and chased him back to the bedroom.


Walking down the driveway, Brad noticed that Abby was wearing another short skirt. He opened the rear passenger door for her, and she scooted her ass across the seat, placing the blanket against the door.

“Hi, Mr. Hayward,” she beamed.

“Hi Abby,” Dan returned. She opened her coat, revealing a low-cut pink top and her short blue jean skirt.

“You’re going to freeze those pretty legs of yours sitting in the cold stands,” Brad mentioned.

“No, I won’t. I brought two blankets, one to sit on and one for my legs. Besides, when my legs do get cold, I’ve got your dad’s hands to warm them up,” she replied, smiling at Dan in the rearview mirror.

“Like my top?” She asked, giving it a tug and revealing an ample amount of cleavage to him and Dan in the rearview mirror.

“You’re bad, Abby.”

“I know,” she replied with her sexy smile. “I’m not wearing a bra or panties either,” she said, letting Dan hear her statement.

Abby held hands with Brad, keeping them high on her bare leg. “Who are you playing against?”

“We’re playing the Bellville Dragons. Our teams are only ten points apart in the standings. Jake Campbell is their captain and best player. He and I have played a lot against each other quite a number of times,” Brad explained, already starting to prepare himself mentally for the game.

“Tell me a little about your hockey?” Abby asked as Dan drove to Belleville. “How many games do you play in a season?”

“Forty-six, we’re half way through our season with today’s game.”

“How many points do you have?”

“Thirty-nine, twenty-nine goals, and ten assists,” he said proudly.

“1.70 points per game,” she stated.

“How do you do that so quickly?” Brad asked, wrinkling his brow.

“Half of forty-six is twenty-three divided into thirty-nine. Told you math comes easy to me,” she smiled, kissing his cheek.


Dan arrived at the rink, and they walked against the cold early December wind. “Where are we going to sit?” Abby asked Dan as they entered the inside.

“I’d like to sit at that end so we can watch Brad and his team score in the first and third periods. Most everyone tries to crowd around the benches under the heaters,” Dan said, pointing across the rink to the bulky elements hanging from the ceiling.

“I want to introduce Dad to my team first, so I’ll see you after the game,” Brad said, giving Abby a kiss. “I usually meet Mom in the foyer after I’ve changed.”

“Okay, we’ll meet you there,” Dan agreed.

“Remember to concentrate on your game and not me, as we agreed. I love you, Brad. I’ll be with you, here inside,” she said, placing her right hand over his heart.

“Why don’t you find us a place to sit, Abby? Would you like a hot chocolate?”

“Yes, I would, thank you,” she smiled. Brad gave Abby another kiss and escorted Dan toward the team dressing room. “And drink a lot of water!” She yelled at him. Brad raised his stick, acknowledging hearing her. “And do a lot of stretches!” He lifted his stick again.

“Now, Son, you are about halfway through your season. The OHL teams will soon start scouting players for the next draft and likely have already begun. The secret is to play within your game. If you know a scout is watching your game, play the same way you always do. I know it’s hard not to try and impress them and put on a show, but that can backfire on you too.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

Abby, carrying her blankets, scanned the partially empty stands. She spied where she wanted her and Dan to sit and made her way there. Many male eyes appreciated her slim legs exposed under her short skirt and low cleavage through her open coat.


Brad opened the door to the musty-smelling dressing room. It was a sight of organized confusion as the players, in various stages of changing their clothes, prepared for the game. The players spotted Brad, then the room went suddenly quiet.

“I heard you guys won yesterday without me, way to go,” he said to everyone. Dan could sense the animosity towards Brad from the players as he scanned the room. Yesterday’s game was the first Brad had missed since joining the River Rats three seasons ago.

Brad dropped his gear and walked Dan over to a man talking to the goalie. “Hi coach,” Brad said to get his attention.

“Hi Brad,” he smiled.

“Coach, this is my dad, Dan Hayward.”

“Hi Dan, I’m Dave Bennett,” he smiled, offering his hand to him. Dave knew that Brad’s dad, Steve, was dead, so he was a little curious why he introduced this guy as his Dad.

“Coach, I’d like to talk to the team if it’s all right with you.”

“Sure, Brad. Listen up! I want everyone’s attention!” Dave bellowed loudly, and the room fell obediently silent. All the players looked at Coach as Brad stepped forward.

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