If there’s one thing I’ve learned after two years of playing Jr. hockey, it’s that coaches don’t pull you into their office to give you good news. That always happens in the locker room in front of the guys. It’s a morale booster. When I got the “Come see me in my office” text from Coach Timmins, I was hoping somehow this time would be an exception. But the second I opened the door and saw the General Manager standing with him, I knew I was fucked.

“Listen, son…” Starting a conversation with that is a polite way of saying you’re going to hate my fucking guts in about thirty seconds.

“What is it, Coach?” I asked him.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush. You’ve been traded to the Cougars.”

“Prince George? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Watch your language, young man,” GM Johnson warned.

“You’ve put up big numbers this year,” Coach said. “And we’ve loved having you here in Brandon, you’ll always be a Wheat King, but this season hasn’t gone the way we thought it would.”

“It’s business, son,” the GM interrupted. “You’re the only thing we’ve got worth trading, and it’s time for us to cash in.”

“Great. So my reward for tearing it up is a trade to the middle of effin’ nowhere.”

“Prince George has a good team,” the GM insisted. “You’ll have a shot at the Memorial Cup with them. They think you’re the missing piece for their Cup run.”

“I promise you, son, there’s nothing but good opportunities waiting for you in Prince George.”

“Whatever, Coach.”

I was pissed, but there was no point in complaining about it. The deal was done. A few days later, I was flying across the country to Vancouver with a connecting flight to Prince George. I didn’t even know they had an airport, and they basically don’t. It’s nothing more than a strip of asphalt and a building smaller than my high school.

I still hadn’t gotten over getting traded, but things started to look better when I met Mrs. McGee. She and her husband were the billet family I’d be staying with for the rest of the season.

“You must be Todd.” I heard a voice from behind me as I was picking up my things from the baggage carousel. It wasn’t until I turned to face her that I realized what a knockout she was. Mrs. McGee was in her early forties, tall, blonde, and had big tits. The kind of big tits that made you think that maybe Prince George wasn’t such a bad place after all. “I’m Mrs. McGee.” She reached in for a hug, and I could feel her jugs push against me, even through my winter jacket.

“Yeah, um, yeah. Todd.” I was a bit stunned. “How’d you know?”

“The hockey sticks and giant equipment bag kind of gave it away.”

“Oh. Right. Of course.” It took a few seconds for my brain to come back online. “I mean, sorry. Nice to meet you, Mrs. McGee.”

“You too, Todd.” I swear, the way she smiled at me after she said that was all it took to get my dick hard.

“So, tell me a little about yourself, Todd,” she asked on the car ride home from the airport.

“I don’t know. I’m 18. I play left-wing, uh…” I was having a hard time thinking straight. Mrs. McGee had her coat open and wasn’t wearing a bra. The road was also a little rough, so every time we hit a bump her tits jiggled under her shirt. I used to curse the potholes back in Brandon. Now I was praying for one.

“You leave a girlfriend back in Manitoba?”

“No,” I said. “No girlfriend.”

“That’s smart. No point tying yourself down when you’ve got all of those puck bunnies hanging around the rink.”

I let out a nervous laugh. I wasn’t exactly inexperienced, but I also wasn’t the kind of jock who made it a goal to plow his way through the whole senior class. I’d seen too many guys blow their chance at a hockey career because they got caught up in all the partying that comes your way.

We spoke for a few more minutes, but to be honest, I don’t really remember what either one of us said. All my focus was on looking anywhere but her chest. That turned out to be as hard as my dick was. Whenever I thought she was concentrating on the road, I’d glance over to get a better look at her giant tits. I was saving mental pictures so that I could jerk off the second I got settled into my room. The thought of motorboating Mrs. McGee was enough to keep my dick hard for the whole drive.

“You in a hurry to get home?” she asked me.

Yeah, I thought to myself, so I can relieve the pressure in my balls. “I guess not, no,” is what I actually said.

“Good. I think it makes sense to go around and show you where a few things are while we’re already out.”

We drove by the school I’d be going to first. I still had six months to go before I graduated. After that, we went by a few of the teenage hangouts, like the Pine Centre Mall, the movie complex, and the City Funpark arcade. In between all these places, she pointed out some good spots to eat and a couple of other places she thought I might be interested in. The last place we went to was the CN Centre, the Cougars’ home arena.

“This is where the magic happens,” she said as she parked right beside one of the side entrances.

“We can just go in, like, now?”

“They know me here.” She flashed a smile, suggesting there was more to what she was saying.

As much as I wanted to get back to the McGees’ and rub one out, I was also pretty excited to see the new rink too. We only played the Cougars twice when I was with the Wheat Kings, and one of them was a home game for us. So I’d been here once before, but not really seen much of the place.

Mrs. McGee led me through the back halls and corridors of the CN Centre. It was obvious she knew her way around the place. The walls were lined with pictures of former players and other important people like owners and executives, that sort of thing. We didn’t stop to look at any of them, though. Mrs. McGee seemed pretty intent on getting to wherever she was leading me to.

“Step into my office,” she said when we came to an unmarked door down some random hallway.

“You work for the Cougars?”

“Hmm,” she said, twisting her mouth and looking up at the ceiling like she was trying to think about what to say next. “I don’t exactly work for them. I’m more of a booster. It’s an unofficial role,” is what she decided on as she opened the door.

The room was closer to a lounge than an office. There was a love seat, a couple of nice chairs, and a huge TV hanging on the wall. It didn’t have a desk or computer or anything like that. It just seemed like a place to chill out, but I didn’t get why they had a room like that hidden away in the back of the arena.

“Have a seat,” she said, pointing to the love seat. She went over to a minifridge and tossed me a can of Molson Canadian.

“I’m not 19,” I reminded her.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” She smirked as she cracked one open for herself.

“Cheers.” I raised my beer toward her in a toast.

“I’m going to be blunt with you, Todd.” Mrs. McGee leaned back against a table. “The Cougars have been shit for a long time, and frankly we’re all sick of losing.”

“You’ve had a few good seasons.”

“Finishing second in the Division doesn’t mean anything if we can’t deliver in the playoffs.”

She had a point, but I tried to stay positive. “I think this year will be different. We’re first, and the team’s making moves to add some more guys—”

“It’s the Memorial Cup or nothing. That’s what this season is about.”

“It always is,” I said. “Or at least it always should be.”

“I like the way you think, Todd.”

I took a sip of my beer and looked around the room, still trying to figure out what this was all about. I wasn’t sure if this was meant to be some kind of official talk from the team, or if Mrs. McGee was just a super devoted fan.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything you want.”

“I’m a little confused here. What exactly do you do for the Cougars?”

“You got off to a great start in Brandon,” she said. “My job is to help you keep it going by making sure you’re happy here.”

“What does that mean, though? What do you do for the guys?”

“Not the guys. Our new star. You.”

“Okay…and what does that mean?”

“Right now, it means I’m going to suck your dick.”

“Wait. What?”

“You’ve had a hard-on since the airport, and you stared at my tits the whole way here,” she said matter-of-factly. “Like I said, my job is to make sure you’re happy.” She put her beer down on the table and took a few steps closer to me. “And I think getting your cock sucked would make you very happy.” She sat down beside me and placed her hand on my dick. “Am I right?”

“Uh… y-yeah. That'd make me happy. For sure. Yeah.”

“Great,” she said, unbuckling my belt.

I’d known Mrs. McGee for about an hour, and I was seconds away from sticking my cock in her mouth. Maybe Prince George wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Especially considering I'd be living with her for the next few months. And her husband. Fuck.

“That’s a pretty impressive cock for a young man,” she said, taking it in her hand and moving it from side to side like she was admiring it. “I hope it tastes as good as it looks.” When she wrapped her lips around me, I immediately realized that getting blown by a forty-two-year-old was completely different from anything the girls at my high school had ever done.

Mrs. McGee wasn’t shy or nervous. She wasn’t afraid that I might think she was a slut or demand to know her body count if she sucked it too good. She just went for it and took the whole thing in her mouth and sucked it like a woman with half a lifetime of experience.

When I looked down, Mrs. McGee’s hair was covering her face. I brushed it back over her shoulder to get a full view of my cock in her mouth. I’d gotten blowjobs before, but I had no idea how she was making this one feel so much better. All I knew was that I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for very long.

“Mrs. McGee?” She glanced up at me. “You’re going to make me cum.”

She pulled her mouth away for a second. “That’s the point, honey,” she said, then went right back on my cock.

“You think I could see your tits?”

She lifted her shirt up and pulled her arm out of one sleeve. When I hesitated, she took my hand and placed it on her bare chest, all without breaking her rhythm on my cock. Somehow having my hand on the tits I’d been thinking about since I first saw her made her sucking feel even better. I leaned back deeper into the loveseat and started lifting my hips up and down, just slightly, like I was fucking her mouth.

“That’s it, honey,” she said, stroking my dick hard. “You’re ready now. Cum for me.” And I did, without warning. My load shot into the air and landed on her cheek and hair. She quickly put my cock back in her mouth and swallowed the rest of it.

“Oh my fucking god, that feels good.”

She kept stroking and licking my dick. “This is just orientation,” she said with a smile. “The real welcome comes later.”

We toured the rest of the arena after that, but honestly, I don’t remember much of it. I was still trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

When we got back to her place, meeting Mr. McGee was way less awkward than I thought it might be. He was sitting on his own in the living room reading a newspaper with an unlit pipe at his side.

“Steve? This is our new billet, Todd.”

Mr. McGee looked up from his paper and nodded. “Welcome, Todd,” he said, and that was about it. He was much older than his wife. I’d guess about sixty or so.

“Don’t mind him,” she half-whispered. “He hates getting interrupted when he’s reading. He’ll warm up to you later.” She led me through the house until we came to the stairs. “Your room’s right up there, first door you see at the top. If you need it, the washroom is at the far end of the hall.”

The McGees had a nice house, so I wasn’t surprised that my room was great. I’d heard horror stories about some billet rooms, but everything in mine looked new and comfortable. I set my things down and pulled my phone out of my pocket. The battery died somewhere over Alberta during my flight, and I wanted to get it charged up as soon as possible. The guys back in Brandon weren’t going to believe that my billet mother just sucked my dick, but I was going to drop it in our group chat anyway.

When I sat down on the bed, I noticed an envelope on the nightstand. It just had my name on it, spelled out in big letters. I opened it up and started reading. It was someone telling me to enjoy Prince George, wishing me luck, telling me to bring home the Cup and remember these moments, blah, blah, blah. I skipped down to the bottom to see who it was from, and I couldn’t fucking believe it when I saw Jansen Larkin’s name. He used to play for the Cougars, and now he was with the Tampa Bay Lightning. It blew my fucking mind that a Stanley Cup winner actually knew who I was.

I read it again, more carefully knowing who it was from, and that’s when I noticed a line I’d skipped over the first time. “Enjoy your tea with Mrs. McGee.” After all the encouragement and hockey stuff, that seemed like such a strange thing to say, but whatever.

I got to know Mr. McGee a little better after dinner. I’m not going to lie. It was surreal as fuck sitting across from a guy who was asking me questions about defensive zone coverage while my eyes kept wandering over to his wife and my brain kept thinking about what a great cocksucker she was.

“I think you’ll like the way Coach Ashton plays the game,” he assured me. “He’s high tempo, and lets the skill players do their thing. You’re going to have a lot of freedom to show off your creativity.”

“That’s good to hear,” I said, picturing his wife wiping my cum off her shoulder with a napkin. I could already feel my cock starting to swell up, and had to get more engaged in the conversation to distract myself.

“There was a letter in my room,” I said. “From Jansen Larkin—”

“Great lad,” Mr. McGee replied enthusiastically. “When he heard about the trade and found out you’d be staying with us, he had that welcome note overnighted for you.”

“That’s really incredible,” I said, still surprised a guy like that would do something so nice for me.

“You know, Brandi here really turned things around for him.”

“Oh Steve, don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” He moved to the edge of his seat, then leaned in even closer to me. “Jansen was projected to go in the fourth, maybe even fifth round. The scouts loved his game, but questioned his dedication.”

“I can’t believe people doubted him,” I said. “He’s a beast.”

“He is now. That’s all because of that lady right there,” he said, proudly pointing at his wife.

“He was always going to make it,” Mrs. McGee said. “I just helped motivate him.”

“She’s being modest. He’ll tell you that himself,” Mr. McGee insisted. “Once Brandi started having tea with him, Jansen went from a long shot to getting picked 11th overall in the first round.”

Mr. McGee could've talked hockey all night, and normally I would've been happy to listen. But by nine o'clock, I was wiped out. It felt like eleven because my body was still on Manitoba time, and I'd been up since four in the morning to catch my flight.

“I know it’s still early,” I said, “but between all the travel and the time zones... I think I’m ready to crash.”

Twenty minutes later, I was upstairs in my undershirt and boxer shorts, replying to emails and going over the practice schedule the Cougars sent me, when I heard Mrs. McGee in the hallway.

“Todd? Can you get the door, honey?”

When I opened it, Mrs. McGee came right in carrying a serving tray with two cups, a pot of tea, some milk, spoons and sugar. But that’s not what got my attention.

Mrs. McGee wasn’t exactly dressed like a nun earlier, but now? Wow. She’d changed into a short skirt and a Cougars shirt. She tied the shirt off at her waist, and the neck was literally torn open so her tits were right there begging to be stared at. She might as well have been topless because the shirt wasn’t covering anything it was supposed to.

She placed the tray on my desk and made a show of bending forward in an exaggerated way to pour the tea. I was so zoned in on the way her ass peeked out from under her skirt that I didn’t even realize she’d been saying something to me.

“Todd?” She looked back over her shoulder. “Did you hear me, honey?”

“Uh, yeah. I think so. No, actually. Sorry, what?”

“How do you take your tea?”

“I don’t know. I’m usually a coffee guy,” I said. “How do you take it?”

“Usually from behind.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and wiggled her ass.

“Mrs. McGee?”

“Yes, Todd?”

“Your husband is downstairs.”

“I know where he is.” She turned around with a cup and saucer in each hand, and came over to the bed, taking a seat beside me. “Here you go.” When she handed me my tea, I almost dropped it because I couldn't take my eyes off her tits.

“Oh fuck!” I jerked the cup away from my mouth. The tea was so hot, I nearly burned my tongue. “Sorry for swearing.”

“No worries, honey. I have a mouth on me too sometimes.” She pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, making it pretty obvious what she meant. She tried not to laugh, but failed miserably. “Let’s let the tea cool over here for now,” she said, taking the cup from me.

She took her time walking back to the desk, and I couldn't take my eyes off her ass. I knew she was doing it on purpose, but I still couldn't believe she'd act like this with her husband so close by. She didn't seem the least bit worried about getting caught, either. When she came back to the bed, she climbed onto my lap instead of sitting beside me.

“Mrs. McGee... I...”

“Shhh. You don’t want Steve to hear.”

“Oh my God.” I put my hands on her waist, trying to squirm out from under her. “Mr. McGee.”

She laughed. “It’s okay. He knows.”

I stopped moving around. “He knows?”

“Do you want to talk about my husband, or do you want me to welcome you into our home the proper way?”

“Let’s do that,” I said quickly. “The proper welcome.” If Mr. McGee was going to kill me, I wanted to fuck his wife before I died. Her top came off and her fantastic tits were right in front of my face. She gave her shoulders a shake.

“Don’t be bashful. You’ve had them once already.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. My hands went right to them. I don’t know shit about cup sizes, but both hands were full when I lifted them up to my mouth. I gave each nipple a few licks. That put my brain in a trance, and somehow that led me to ask the dumbest thing in the world.

“Are they real?”

She laughed and snorted a little bit. “They’re real expensive.”

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have… It’s just that I’ve never… girls my age don’t have…”

Mrs. McGee put her finger over my mouth. “Just enjoy them.” She held herself upright for a few minutes while my mouth and hands played with her tits, then she lowered herself a little and reached down into my boxer shorts. “I knew you’d be hard for me.”

“I can’t help it. You’re so fucking hot.” I felt stupid the second the words left my mouth, but it was a step up from asking if her tits were fake.

She stroked my cock for a bit, then opened her legs wider. “Put your hand under my skirt, Todd.”

I tried to keep my hand from shaking, but she noticed. “It’s okay. There’s nothing under there that’s going to hurt you. You might even like it.” She giggled. “I know I will.”

I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. As soon as I got close, she moved her hips until my fingers were up against the silk of her panties.

“That’s better,” she said. “See how wet you make me?” She gave me a few more strokes. “Whenever you’re ready, just pull them aside.”

If I didn’t do it right then, I might have lost my nerve. When I gave her panties a little tug, Mrs. McGee lifted herself up, positioned me underneath her, then brought the head of my cock to her pussy. The moment she lowered herself onto me, I was finally convinced that coming to Prince George was going to work out. Coach told me there’d be nothing but good opportunities here, but I don’t think that this is what he had in mind. Thank God for tea with Mrs. McGee.

“Your pussy's so fucking good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” she said, riding me. “For the rest of the season, this is how we celebrate wins.”

“Oh my God.”

“That’s right. And just think, there’s about thirty games left in the season.”

She rode me for the next few minutes while I kept my face buried between her tits. Everything felt great, but I wanted to lay her down and really give it to her. I grabbed Mrs. McGee by the waist and lifted her off me. We rolled together until I was on top of her.  

“Oooh, I like where this is going,” she said.

I got between her legs and fucked her normally for a bit before I hooked my arms behind her knees and pushed them back. That’s when I really went at her.

“There you go, Todd. That’s it. That’s how you fuck a woman.”

I started pounding her even harder. Mrs. McGee wasn’t quiet. Neither was the bed. She moaned and swore like a porn star, saying the filthiest things. Every time I drove into her, the bed jumped and thudded against the floor. If Mr. McGee didn’t know what was happening before, he sure as hell did now. So did half the neighbourhood.

“Come on, honey. Cum inside me. Fill me with your cum.”

Girls my age didn’t talk like that, at least none I’d ever been with. She had both of her hands on my ass and was pulling me into her just as hard as I was fucking her.

“You ready? Yeah? You’re going to give me all your cum. C’mon, honey. You can do it. Give me your cum.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. My whole body tensed up, and with each final thrust I unloaded into her until I had nothing left to give.

“That’s it. That’s it. There you go. It’s all inside me now.”

I was breathing harder than I did after morning skate when Coach made us do Herbies. Mrs. McGee looked like she’d be ready for round two if I just said the word. After a few moments, she tapped my arm. “You got your breath now?”

I realized I was still on top of her, and still inside her. I pulled out and rolled over beside her. “That was... fuck. That was amazing.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” she said. “I did too.”

She sat up and looked around for her shirt. When she found it, she pulled it back over her head.

“I meant what I said before. Every time the Cougars win, so do you.” She turned back and smiled at me. “How’s that for motivation?”

“I can’t think of anything better.”

She laughed at that and gave me a look like she was about to tempt me with something more. “You make this season one to remember, and I’ll give you reasons to never forget it.”

“My God. What could be better than what we just did?”

“Oh, I can think of a few things. I’m not the only Cougars booster out there.” She smiled. “You take us deep into the playoffs, and I’ll see if Miss Lee or Mrs. Coolidge wants to join us for tea.”

For a second I thought she was joking, but she kept talking like she’d already thought about it.

“Hell, you win the Cup, and you might wind up having a tea party with all three of us.”

“This was how you motivated Jansen?”

“I fucked him all the way into the first round of the draft,” she said. “I want to see if I can get you higher than 11th.”

I was nervous as fuck the next morning. I woke up early, but stayed in my room for almost an hour, listening to Mr. and Mrs. McGee talking downstairs. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but they weren’t fighting, so that was a good sign. I kept hoping Mr. McGee would leave. Go to work, run an errand, whatever the hell he did on weekdays. I didn't care, as long as he got out of the house for a while.

“Todd, honey,” Mrs. McGee called from downstairs. “Breakfast has been ready for a while now.”

Fuck. I guess I had to face him sooner or later. I got dressed and took my sweet time going downstairs, as if putting it off for another couple of minutes was going to make a difference. When I finally got to the kitchen, they were both sitting at the table, like it was just another morning. There was an empty chair right between them. “Come on, Todd, honey,” Mrs. McGee said, patting the chair. “Have a seat.”

“What’ll you have, son? We’ve got eggs, bacon, sausage,” Mr. McGee said. “I’ve got beans on toast too. I’m happy to share if you want some.”

“I’m... I’m okay, Mr. McGee.”

“Son,” he said, sounding somewhat serious. “You fucked my wife. For heaven’s sake, you can call me Steve.”