Shirley glanced over at the clock on the bedside table. Five-thirty. Fuck! Tossing and turning all night, she couldn’t stop thinking about the day ahead. Her son, Justin, would be quarterbacking his last High School game, on the verge of setting an all time scoring record, and there were sure to be college scouts in the stands eager to recruit him. This was a big day.
As if that wasn’t enough to keep her mind roiling, now she was horny. John, her husband, lay snoring beside her. Should she wake him? It was only thirty minutes before his alarm went off. She hesitated. He was not a morning person and would resent the intrusion. Anyway, she couldn’t remember the last time they fucked in the morning.
Her hand drifted down to her abdomen as she considered her choices. Coming to a quick decision, she slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties, weaving them through her thicket of curly red pubes, pressing on her mound. Mmmm, so nice.
Justin was an all-star, popular among the cheerleaders and had dated many of them. It wasn’t unusual to catch him looking over his shoulder from the bench, staring at the crotches of the high kicking girls.
The cheerleaders provided fertile ground to fuel her fantasies. She loved to get herself off while thinking about her hunk of a son fucking one cheerleader after another. As a football fanatic, she knew them all and could picture each of them in her mind.
She had a finger between the wet lips of her pussy and cycled through the cheerleaders, picking just the right one for her morning fantasy. She settled on Maggie, a busty eighteen year old brunette with a classic hourglass figure, athletic enough to match her son’s chiseled body.
She started her fantasy by stripping Maggie, slowly, sensuously, leaving on her black tennis shoes and gold knee socks, her perfect body slowly revealing itself as Justin watched from a chair. He pulled out his large cock when she slipped out of her panties and stared at the neatly trimmed dark triangle above the lips of her pussy. Her beautiful pussy. Is that what she needed to get off, Maggie’s pussy? Momentarily confused, fearing her fantasy was getting away from her, Shirley refocused on her son. She had never actually seen his cock but knew it had to be large. After all, he was a fucking all-star and she needed to see that big cock inside Maggie.
Impatient, eager to get off, she rushed her fantasy while rubbing her hard button. She had Maggie dispense with any more foreplay and climb up into his lap, engulfing his big cock.
She moaned softly, careful not to wake her husband as Maggie pumped herself up and down on her son’s rigid cock. That’s what she wanted to see, his big cock sliding in and out of Maggie’s tight pussy. She squeezed her own breast, pinching the hard nipple, getting closer towards the release she wanted. She arched her back, trying to coax out the orgasm bubbling just below the surface.
Without warning, John rolled over and flopped his arm across her just at the moment she was about to get off. Fearful she had woken him, she froze, lying still as her blossoming orgasm fizzled. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Frustrated, she twitched her finger in a half-hearted attempt to recover the lost orgasm. Nice going John, you fucked up a great fantasy! She pushed his arm away, only to hear him resume snoring, fast asleep.
Still ten minutes before the alarm went off, and now she had an itch that longed to be scratched. There was no point in doing herself again, it had no hope of working. Down to one option, she slipped off her panties and rolled over to John, drawing her leg across his soft cock, pressing her coarse muff up against his thigh. His snoring trailed off as he slowly became aware of her presence. She ran her hands through the thicket on his chest in an effort to stir her hairy caveman from his slumber.
Still groggy, he mumbled, “What’re you… What time is it?”
She ran her hand across his abdomen and inside his boxers, pulling his soft cock from its hairy nest and gently squeezing it while she nuzzled against his neck. “Honey, it’s almost six, I thought… we might have a few moments together.” Shit! That sounded so fucking lame!
He opened his eyes, “Now? What’s going on?”
This wasn’t working. He liked it when she was nasty, so she decided to give that a try. “Baby, I woke up so horny this morning, and I want to be fucked in the worst way. Can you do that for me baby, fuck me, right now?”
That had the desired effect and brought his cock to life. He turned his head and kissed her, cotton mouth and all. The coarse stubble of his graying beard scratched against her soft skin. She didn’t care, nothing was going to extinguish the lust building inside her. She pushed his boxers down and stroked his cock until he was hard, whispering her dirty thoughts into his ear. When he was ready, she climbed over him on all fours, rubbing her wet pussy along the length of his hard cock.
“Oh baby,” she gushed, “your cock is so big and I want it so bad.” She dangled her tits over his chest, letting his coarse hair tickle her hard nipples.
He kept silent, content to listen to his dirty wife urge him on. She maneuvered herself over the head of his cock, catching it with her entrance and easing him in. How many times had she practiced that move? He took over, thrusting his hips upward, pounding his cock in and out of her slippery pussy.
“That’s it baby, fuck me, fuck me hard. Do you like my wet cunt?”
He pounded harder, bouncing her off of his thrusting cock. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back down onto his cock.
“Oh yeah, baby,” she cooed, “play with my ass.”
He went for it, pressing a fingertip against her tight asshole as he continued pounding her.
“Yes, yes baby, do that, stick your finger up my ass. You know I like that.”
He pushed it in, wiggling his finger deep into her ass.
“Oh baby, you do that so good, fuck me as hard as you can. Make me cum, make me cum for you.” She was so close, driving him into a frenzy with her nasty words. Without warning, his body went rigid and his eyes rolled back; she felt him burst inside of her. No… no… no… no… You stupid fuck, don’t you dare leave me hanging like this!
She felt him shudder with each blast of hot cum, as her own chances for an orgasm ebbed away. Fuck! Denied twice in one morning. How bad was that?
“Oh fuck baby, that was so good,” he said, “did you cum?”
“Yes,” she lied, utterly defeated, “you’re the best, baby. You rocked my world.”
The alarm went off. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
*****
“Mom, you can’t be serious, not in this weather,” Jason said.
“You promised,” she replied, “and I’m going to hold you to it.”
“Didn’t you hear about the Polar Vortex, we’ll freeze to death.”
“We’ll be fine. It’s your brother’s last football game of the season. Heck, it’s the last game of his High School career. Besides, it’s his birthday and he has a chance to break the school’s all time scoring record. We’re going to perform at halftime, and that’s final.”
“Shit!” he said, hands defiantly on his hips. “I know it’s his fucking birthday, I turned eighteen today also, remember, we’re twins.”
“Watch your mouth!” she said harshly, “Of course I remember.” And happy fucking birthday, she thought, still pissed about coming up short this morning.
“Well, you wouldn’t know it,” he retorted, “Justin this, Justin that, there’s only room for one star in this family, and it’s definitely not me.”
Jason had always played second fiddle to his athletic brother. They were identical twins, but Justin got the athletic skills while he excelled in academics. However, their parents were rabid football fans and hung on every new record that Justin set on the gridiron. He was being actively recruited by some big name colleges, and scouts would no doubt be at tonight’s game. Jason had resigned himself to his place in the family and liked his circle of nerdy friends. He was disappointed that his parents didn’t gush over his academic achievements but understood his brother’s popularity and was happy pursuing his own dreams. He had already received several offers of academic scholarships and looked forward to getting out from under his brother’s long shadow.
“Honey,” his mother pleaded, “it’s not like that. We’re both proud of you and what you have accomplished in High School. It’s your senior year and soon you’ll be off on your own, off to college. I know you are going to be successful, even more successful than Justin. He’s a great football player and will have a good college career, but getting into the NFL is going to be a real long shot. Please, can you just do this one last thing for me? I really need it today.”
“Thanks, Mom, I appreciate that. I know Justin’s a star on the field, and I know you and Dad are football fanatics. But, what are we going to do about the weather. Excuse my French, but it’s really fucking cold today.”
“We’ll be fine. The buffalo costume is heavy, so it should be warm, we’ve got our wool caps and gloves, and I bought us some long johns. Look, they’re the old fashioned kind, with butt flaps. Cute, aren’t they?”
“Really, red underwear? We’re supposed to be a buffalo, not a reindeer. I still don’t understand why you volunteered to do this. What’s wrong with just letting the cheerleaders do it?”
The buffalo was the school mascot, and tradition had it that two cheerleaders in a buffalo costume would romp across the field during halftime, harassing the other cheerleaders.
“I got caught up in the school spirit, since it’s Justin’s last game. I just wanted to be part of it, rather than just another mom cheering from the stands. It will be great, and we’ve been practicing all week.”
Shirley had picked up the buffalo costume after the last game and had practiced with Jason every day. It turned out to be a lot harder than it looked. To put it on, she had to step into the front legs through the zipper opening on the buffalo’s back, then duck under the shoulders and stick her head up through the opening in the neck. He had to step in behind her, into the back legs, then bend over and hold onto her hips while she stuck her arms through small slits to reach back and zip up the back opening. The last step was for her to pick up the head and put it on, withdrawing her arms back into the costume.
Their first attempt was a comedy of errors, punctuated by fits of laughter. It didn’t take Jason long to realize that close contact with his mother might be a problem. When he stepped in behind her, he ended up standing snug against her butt. When she bent down to get her head through the neck opening she pressed back against him even tighter, directly against his groin. At first he thought he could ignore it, but with each subsequent attempt, his imagination ran wild whenever her ample ass pressed against his cock. It wasn’t long before he got hard. Fortunately, his cock hung down, stiffening in his pant leg, far enough down that his mother didn’t detect it.
If this wasn’t bad enough, when he bent down so she could zip up the back, his face came in contact with her ass. Initially, he turned aside, out of respect for his mother. She wore jeans, so there was a lot of fabric between them, but the harder his cock got, the more he turned his head into her ass, fueling his newfound fantasy. If she detected what he was up to, she didn’t let on.
After several tries, they got it down to less than two minutes. However, putting it on was easy compared to walking, much less romping. She had watched the cheerleaders do this each week during football season and knew the moves they would have to learn. This proved even more challenging for Jason. His mom led the way, jumping and bobbing while he matched her moves from behind, with his face plastered against her ass. It was a form of erotic torment that demanded relief. When they finished each day, he was out of costume first, before his mother could see the state he was in. He made a quick escape to his bedroom and jacked himself off while fantasizing about his mom’s fantastic ass.
After a week of practice every day, they were able to do a respectable job and she was confident they would pull it off. They worked out a series of commands for each move, and she would shout them out for him to follow.
He was disappointed that practice had come to an end, but turned his mind to their upcoming performance, fueling a new round of fantasies.
“Are you going to do this?” she asked.
“Yes, of course I am. I’ll even try to enjoy it.”
“That’s my boy, we’ll have fun. I promise, I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”
“Mom, it’s not necessary. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“This one I will. You can count on it.”
*****
They arrived at the stadium early, bundled up for the cold weather. The sun had just dropped below the horizon, and the stadium lights were on. The plan was to slip out about fifteen minutes before halftime and use the locker room to get into the costume, then get back out to the field for the start of the halftime show.
Jason was freezing, despite the long underwear, wool pants, two sweaters and a down parka. They made their way to the home team sidelines and staked out a spot behind the bench.
“Shit!” he exclaimed, a cloud of frost billowing from his lips, “Are we going to be standing the whole time?” He stomped his feet in a futile effort to warm up.
“Yes, I don’t want to miss any of the game. I want to be right here when your brother breaks the touchdown scoring record.”
“But, we have to leave to put on the costume.”
“Well, I’ve changed our plans. We are going to put it on before the game, that way I won’t miss anything.”
“Mom!” he nearly shouted, his frosty breath engulfing her face, “I can’t stay bent over in that costume for the entire half.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll both put our feet into the costume and stand up through the zipper opening. I added some shoulder straps to hold the costume up while we stand in it.”
“We’ll freeze! Our long johns won’t be enough keep us warm without the costume covering us.”
“I’ve got this figured out. We’ll put our parkas on over our long johns and we’ll have our caps and gloves. The costume will keep our lower bodies warm. We’ll be just fine.”
“I don’t know Mom, this is crazy. Are the cheerleaders even going to perform at halftime?”
“It doesn’t matter. We’ll be out there, even if nobody else is.”
She took him by the arm and headed to the locker room, carrying the bulky costume.
*****
They took up their position behind the bench just in time for the opening kickoff. It anything, the temperature was dropping and Jason hopped around, trying to stay warm. Getting into the buffalo costume, they found that their bulky parkas interfered with the shoulder straps, so they had to settle for wearing two layers of wool sweaters.
“Mom, I’m going to freeze,” he said, his hot breath producing another cloud of ice crystals.
“Knock it off,” she replied, tired of hearing him whine, “Toughen up, your brother is out on the field wearing less than you have on.”
Wanting to avoid another rebuke, he said, “Okay, but just help me keep warm, that’s all I want.”
“Fine,” she said, slightly annoyed, “put your arms around me and snuggle up. Maybe that will help.”
He wrapped his arms around her just as a roar went up from the home team crowd. Justin had completed a twenty-yard strike over the middle and the receiver broke two tackles to make it into the end zone. She jumped up and down and cheered for her son. Only one more score to tie the school record, and they were still in the first quarter. It was going to happen!
The game slowed to crawl until midway through the second quarter, when an off-tackle run broke through for fifty-five yards, putting Justin into their red zone. The crowd was on its feet, and even Jason was into it now, jumping up and down along with his mother. He held her tight, his hips up against her ass. Her red curls flowed from under her beanie, brushing his face. The smell of her coconut shampoo aroused him, and stiffened his cock. Unlike practice, just the thin fabric of the long johns separating them. He had no hope of hiding his growing erection.
Two more runs advanced the ball, but left them short of a first down. Justin took the snap and stepped back into the pocket. A roar went up when he connected with a receiver in the flats, five yards short of the goal line. They were both jumping up and down when she became aware of the unmistakable bulge pressing up against her ass. She stopped jumping and turned to confront him.
As soon as her eyes met his, he blurted out, “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean for that to happen, it just did. I can’t control it.”
She hesitated, then said, “It’s okay baby.” Holy fuck! She was talking to her son, not her husband. What was she doing calling him baby in this situation? She recovered, and said, “Just move back a little bit so we aren’t so close, that will put an end to it.”
“Mom, it’s too fucking cold, there’s no way I’m moving back. I want to stay warm.”
“Enough,” she said, “do whatever you want. Don’t make me miss another play.”
She turned back to the field in time to see a busted run, losing two yards. It was third and goal. Fuck, she must have missed the first down play. If Justin didn’t pull something off on this play, they would have to settle for a field goal, getting him no closer to the scoring record.
He took the third down snap and swept right for an option pitch. He saw an opening, faked a pitch, then cut up field, his eyes fixed on the goal line. With two crucial blocks from his halfbacks, he strolled into the end zone as the crowd went wild.
Shirley jumped frantically, screaming her lungs out. Jason was equally excited, but content to stand still and let his mom’s ass rub his cock as she jumped. Justin had tied the school record and would almost certainly break it. She stopped jumping, aware of the effect it was having on her son’s cock. Oh my God, she thought, is he trying to get himself off? Fuck, wouldn’t that be ironic, she might be the only one that didn’t get off today. Justin would be the conquering hero tonight, and she had no doubt he would have his choice of any of the cheerleaders.
She turned back and smiled at Jason, deciding to take a bold approach. She couldn’t deny that his sudden interest in her ass had aroused her, but she was unsure of what she should do. “You seem to be getting into this, are you trying… well, you know…” She let her words trail off, waiting to see his reaction.
His face turned… what the hell color was that? Blue from the cold mixed with a red blush. She giggled at the thought of his embarrassment.
“You’re laughing at me?” he asked, incredulous.
“No baby,” she replied, realizing she was doing it again, talking to him like a lover, “It’s just that you’ve got me a little… aroused. I didn’t have a good morning, and… well… I’ve been a little horny all day. Now, here you are, hard as a rock, pressing against my ass.”
“So, you understand?”
“I do baby,” she whispered, “but we’ll just have to settle for a little rubbing. Is it enough to get you off?”
“No, I don’t think so. Remember when you promised me something special today? Maybe this is what it is supposed to be.”
She pondered that astute analysis. Jesus, out of the mouths of horny teenagers. Reluctantly, she asked, “What do you want me to do?”
He answered instantly, obviously prepared for the question. “Can I rub against you, with my bare skin?”
“You mean your cock?”
“Well… yes.”
“And me?”
“Maybe you could do the same… you know… bare your ass for me. Just to rub me, nothing more.”
She thought back to her youth, trying to remember the first time she heard that little lie. Shit! Now she was getting hot at the thought of her son’s cock sliding between her ass cheeks. Was she ready to cross that line? Could she get herself off doing this? She certainly deserved that today. “Let me think about it,” she said noncommittally.
That was enough for Jason as his mom turned back to the action on the field. It did not escape his notice when she pulled her gloves off.
Their opponents scored on the next long drive, eating up most of the second quarter. The two minute warning sounded after the kickoff and Justin was starting on his own twenty. It would take a minor miracle to break the record before halftime.
With just a few minutes left before they had to perform, she made a snap decision and reached back to squeeze her son’s erection. It was big and hard, bigger than her husband’s. She felt for the buttons on his long johns and deftly unfastened them, springing his cock free. She didn’t turn to look at him, but felt his arms tighten around her. It gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling, and she immediately knew where this was heading. It wouldn’t be jacking him off with her bare ass, she wanted to fuck him and have the biggest orgasm of her life.
She glanced around to see if anybody was watching them. They were standing in front of the empty tunnel entrance to the locker room. The players were all standing and looking out over the field. There were people in the stands to either side of them, but she couldn’t see anyone looking at them. She unbuttoned the flap of her long johns and bared her ass. There was just enough room between them that she felt a rush of cold air hit her ass. She pushed back against him, immediately feeling the warmth of his cock pressing between her legs.
Justin worked the sidelines, doing a masterful job of completing short passes, giving his receivers room to get out of bounds and stop the clock. With each completion, the crowd roared, staying on their feet. Excited for him, she started jumping again, sliding her ass cheeks along her son’s cock. Oh my God, this was happening. She moved her feet apart, letting his cock spring up between her legs and bump against her pussy. She quickly found that if she stood on her tip-toes, bent forward and jumped just a little, his cock would slide between the lips of her pussy, coating him with her hot juices.
Justin had advanced the ball into field goal range, and the coach sent in a third down play to get the ball centered. He executed it brilliantly and managed to advance the ball. It was fourth and two, and the coach sent in the field goal team. Justin called time out, and jogged over to the sidelines.
She could overhear him pleading with the coach, to let him go for it. Coach was having none of it. She yelled to the coach, shouting, “Go for it.” How ironic, she could have been yelling to both her boys to go for it. Back on her toes, she felt the head of her son’s cock very near her entrance each time he pulled back. He must have squatted down a little to get the angle right. Now the head of his cock grazed her clit on each forward thrust.
Justin was the placeholder for the kicker, so when they went back out on the field, she couldn’t tell if the coach had agreed to let him go for it. She struggled to concentrate on the game at the same time she was so close to having Jason inside her. All she had to do was wait for his back stroke and bend forward just enough to catch his cock at her entrance and take him in, a move she was adept at executing. She hesitated, her lust building with each stroke of her son’s cock. It suddenly occurred to her that he couldn’t keep this up without blowing his load. Not wanting a repeat of her husband’s morning performance, she bent forward at the right moment and took him in, filling her wet cunt with his rigid cock. Whoa! That’s one big cock.
She stood and glanced back at him, admiring the expression of wonder on his face. On her toes, she was able to ride Jason’s cock, taking her own pleasure from the pounding he dished out, getting an assist from her own fingers rubbing her hard little clit.
Justin took the snap and placed the ball. The kicker did his job, missing the ball by inches, faking the kick. Justin looked to his right, faked a lateral to his tight end, then cut to the opposite sideline, looking downfield for an open receiver. Time was about to expire when he launched the ball back across the field.
She was crazy with lust, her son’s cock about to serve up the orgasm that her husband failed to deliver. The ball was in the air, on its way to a new school scoring record. The crowd roared with excitement as the ball descended from the heavens, into the waiting hands of Justin’s ace receiver.
Jason erupted inside his mother, spewing his hot cum deep inside her, spurt after spurt of it as he kept pounding his cock into her, reveling in his own pleasure. Shirley exploded with her own orgasm, her uncontrollable shrieking drowned out by the exuberant crowd.
Bang! He pulled his limp cock out of her pussy, oozing with his cum, just as the gun ended the first half. She quickly pulled herself together and got the buffalo costume ready for their performance.
Jason got into position as she zipped up the back and got the buffalo head on. Holy shit! The flap on her long johns was still down, and his face was inches from the crack of her ass. Disappointed that it was too dark to see her ass, he settled for his first whiff of the musky odor of his mom’s pussy, mixed with the familiar smell of his own cum. Instantly hard again, he pondered what to do next when she barked out the first command.
Out on the field, they put on a spectacular performance. He was so focused on following her commands, that it took his mind off the luscious ass in front of his nose. That is, until she gave the command to bow down, ready to charge. When he heard it, his focus returned to her naked ass. As she bent down, she pushed her ass back into his face. It was more than his raging hormones could bear. He stuck his tongue out and made contact with the unfamiliar territory of her ass crack. He was intoxicated by her taste as he explored her wet slit with his tongue.
She was momentarily distracted by the hot tongue probing the folds of her cunt, and held the position much longer than she had planned. God, that felt good, could she get off again? Coming to her senses, she barked out the command to charge, breaking free of the pleasure of his tongue, and together they romped among the cheerleaders to the cheers of the crowd.
She couldn’t resist the temptation, and barked out the command for another bow. His tongue was in her before she was all the way down and she held the position even longer than the first time. She quickly realized that she could get off again, if only she could hold the position long enough. Afraid that someone would think something was wrong, she sacrificed her pleasure with another command to charge.
Jason was into it now, lusting for his mother’s cunt, stroking himself as he worked his tongue up and down her slit. He reluctantly withdrew when he heard the command to charge.
The commands to bow were coming more frequently, and lasting a little longer each time. It was on the fifth bow that Shirley could no longer be denied. She held the position until Jason’s magic tongue fired off an orgasm that shook her to the core.
He felt her shudder, her legs almost giving way beneath her. He used his hands to hold her up until she regained control after the lengthy bow. This time, he was the one to shout out the charge command. Despite the cold, they put on a halftime show that would be talked about for years to come. Even the cheerleaders were impressed by the buffalo’s exuberant romp.
With their performance over, Shirley headed for the tunnel, ready to ditch the costume and figure out how she was going to deal with having just let her son get her off, twice. Jason held her back and said, “Come on Mom, let’s finish the game in costume. You don’t want to miss any of Justin’s performance, and besides, I think you owe me another… turn.”
“What about the cold?” she asked, “I thought you would be ready to warm up.”
“Nope, what I have in mind will keep me plenty warm.”
“Okay, I guess I owe you that much. By the way, thanks for what you did out there.”
“You mean the halftime show?” he said, feigning innocence.
“Cute,” she said, sarcastically, “I hope you enjoyed yours as much as I did.”
That was music to his ears. Back on the sidelines, she pulled off the buffalo head and unzipped the back so they could stand and pull up the shoulder straps, using the costume to hide them from prying eyes. Within moments, his hard cock was back inside her.
“Take your time baby,” she cooed, “we’ve got the whole second half.” Fuck! There it was again, talking to her son like a lover.
He took her advice, letting her set the pace in sync with the roars of the crowd. Justin’s next scoring drive took a lot of time off the clock, with his mother jumping up and down on his cock with each advance. The ebb and flow of his orgasm was incredible, lasting far longer than anything he had experienced before. When Justin scored on a quarterback sneak, she jumped relentlessly until he blew his load inside her for a second time.
“How was that baby?” she cooed, proud of the timing of her accomplishment.
“You’re the best Mom, did you get off.”
“Not this time,” she whispered, “I was too focused on the game. But stay inside me, we’ll try one more time before the game ends.”
“I don’t know, I’ve never got off three times in a row.”
“Don’t worry Jason, you’re young and virile, it will happen. Trust me.”
It was late in the second half when Justin got his team back into the red zone. She kept working Jason’s cock, squeezing him inside her until he got hard again. With another scoring opportunity in the offing, she slipped a hand down between her legs as she jumped on his cock. Insurance, she rationalized, wanting to get off one more time before the game ended, and before she had to come to terms with what she and Jason were doing.
The crowd roared, on their feet as Justin launched the last pass of his high school career.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her shouts were drowned out by the crowd, heard only by her son. “I’m cumming. Cum with me baby.”
Jason stayed with her, heeding her command, blowing his load into her as the crowd went wild when Justin completed the pass. She melted into his waiting arms as her orgasm subsided.
*****
Out of the costume and back in their street clothes, Shirley spotted her husband.
“John,” she shouted.
“Hey, what a game,” he said, approaching them. “And that halftime performance, you two outdid yourselves.”
“You think so Dad,” Jason said, managing to conceal his private glee.
“Oh yeah,” he said, “and the crowd seemed to eat it up. Good job!”
“Thanks,” Jason said, “but the credit should go to Mom, she had to drag me out here tonight.”
John smiled at his wife, pleased that they were all involved in this special night. “Hey, I almost forgot, Happy Birthday Jason!”
“Thanks Dad, it will be a long time before I forget this night.”
Shirley chimed in, nearly choking on her words, “That’s right, it was a night to remember. Happy Birthday son.”
“Justin’s going to stay for the team celebration, so I’m going to wait for him,” John said, “you two head on home.”
It was a thirty minute ride home and Jason bubbled over with enthusiasm. “Mom, that was so cool, I can’t believe you let me do that,” he said exuberantly.
Shirley dreaded this conversation. She was torn, not wanting to crush her son’s excitement, but conflicted about what they had just done. She certainly didn’t start the day intending to cross that line. Or did she? The frustration she experienced this morning was never far from the back of her mind. Fuck, what do I do now? “I know Jason,” she said tentatively, “but we went too far. That should never have happened.”
“Mom! Don’t say that, I’ve never been happier, don’t ruin it for me. We should be celebrating. It’s my eighteenth birthday, and I finally lost my virginity. Hooray!”
Holy Fuck! She had no idea he was still a virgin, not that she’d given it much thought. This was not going the way she wanted. What to do now? It’s not like she didn’t enjoy it. Hell, when was the last time she got that much pleasure out of a sexual encounter? “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m feeling a little guilty, you know… for letting things get out of hand. And, I didn’t realize you were a virgin.”
“Don’t Mom, I don’t feel guilty. I was thinking, maybe… well, maybe you could help me out with a couple of things.”
“Like what?”
“Well, you know… like when we were out on the field and you were bowing down.”
“Yes?” How could she forget his warm tongue caressing her pussy.
“I really liked that, but it was so dark. I couldn’t see anything.”
“Mmmm,” she said, contemplating her next response. Far from putting an end to this, she was on the verge of agreeing to even more, this time while he could see what he was doing. Could she strip for her son? Fuck! Her desire for him was overruling what little self control she had left.
“I don’t know, haven’t you seen a woman naked before?”
“Sure, I’ve seen lots, on the internet.”
“No, I don’t mean on the computer, I mean a woman, in person.”
He laughed, “Who’s going to do that for me?”
“There are plenty of eligible girls out there, just waiting for a nice guy like you.” After her words were out, she felt a sudden pang of guilt, knowing that his experience with girls was just the opposite.
“Mom, you’re confusing me with Justin. Girls don’t give me a second look.”
She pulled the car into the driveway and was eager to wind up the conversation for fear of being drawn into another episode if it continued inside the house. “Okay,” she said, “I’m going to the spa tomorrow morning, maybe after that we can… well, you know… If we’re alone, I’ll give you a little peek. But, that’s all.”
“Mom, you’re the best.”
