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Subject: {ASSM} The Ball Game
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The Ball Game
By Voyeur_2cu

Saturday was finally here.  This ball game was gone to be special.  It was the 
Yankees against the Braves and it was the final game of the playoffs.  The beer 
was being iced, the pizza ordered, and I had taken the phone off the hook so 
not to be disturbed.

I was pumped. My mom was picking up the pizza when she went out and would 
deliver it later.  She wasn't just picking up the pizza, she would have if I 
had asked, but she was going shopping and it was on the way.  She had insisted 
it was the least she could do.  I got the peanuts out, the chips, and I grabbed 
a beer.  Since this game was special I even bought the good amber colored beer 
in the bottle instead of the piss they serve in the cans.  I did not have to go 
out again till the game was over.  This was going to be my time.

The first inning was not very exciting and after the first,  the score was 
still 0, 0.  At the top of the second the Braves got a hit and eventually got a 
man on base before the Yankees retired the side.  The Yankees were batting when 
Mom arrived with the pizza.  

"Hey Mom, thanks for delivering the pizza, want to stay and have a slice?"

"No, I really need to go shopping.  So how is the game?"

"The game is still 0, 0, but the Yankees will soon show the Braves what they 
are made of.  
You got a favorite team?"

"Well I do not follow baseball to much, but I think I like the Braves, aren't 
they the team from Boston?"

"No Mom, gees, women and sports.  The Red Sox are from Boston and the Braves 
are from Atlanta.  You know, Georgia." 

"O.K. OK, so I don't know where they are from, and what is wrong with sports 
and women?"

"Nothing Mom, I just thought you were more knowledgeable in the sport.  Want a 
beer?"

" I shouldn't.  I do not need to drink and drive."

"Well I am going to have a slice of Pizza.  Why don't you sit down?"

"Only a minute.  So where are your friends?"

"Bob and Pete both called today to tell me they could not make it, and Margie 
didn't want to come.  So it is just me, and you if you stay."

"How are things going with Margie?  I know you haven't been seeing much of her 
lately."

" I don't know, she is on again, off again.  Maybe I am not handling her right, 
or she has another boyfriend she is seeing on the side.  Sometimes I just don't 
understand her."

"Mmmm, I am sorry.  Maybe we ought to talk about this.  I mean I am a woman and 
I can possibly give you some insight.  On second thought, I think I will have a 
piece of pizza."

She grabbed a slice and put it on one of the paper plates I had on the counter. 
 "Want something to wash it down with Mom?"

"How about I split a beer with you, ok?  I don't need a full one."

"Sure Mom" I poured her some of my beer in a glass she brought over from the 
counter and had placed on the coffee table, and we sat almost in silence as we 
watched the game and ate our pizza. 

"So Mark, when was the last time you and Margie went out?"

"Ahhhh, lets see, a couple of weekends ago, we went to a movie."

"Did she spend the night?"

"Mom, that's personal, but if you must know, no.  I wanted her too, but she 
left right after the movie."

"Well honey, maybe you will need to find another woman, I really don't know at 
this point.  So why is that guy walking to the base?  He didn't hit the ball, 
and can't they through him out, or tag him?"

"Mom, it is called a "Walk" and that is because that Braves pitcher doesn't 
pitch so well."

"I think he pitches just fine, look at that number 93MPH, and he is cute."

"Mom, it may be fast, but it is not accurate.  Cute does not make him a good 
pitcher."

"Well I bet you the next one he throws will be accurate."

"Ok, when the next batter gets up if he throws a strike I owe you, I do not 
know what I will owe you, but you win. OK?"

"That sounds good, and if it is not a strike then I owe.  So what should we 
bet?"

"How about chugging a beer?"

"No, that is not lady like, how about a shot, got any Tequila?"  

"I think I have some."  I went to fetch the bottle.  I put a shot glass on the 
table and then proceeded to fill it up.  "Ok, on the next pitch, if it is a 
strike, I will drink it, and if it isn't then you, OK?"

"Yes."

When the ball crossed home plate it was a strike. "Well I guess it is mine. You 
win" She watched contently as I consumed the clear beverage that stung all the 
way down. "Want to go again?" I asked.

"Sure, my boy,  I think this is fun as long as I am winning."

The second pitch that crossed the plate was another strike.  I drank the shot 
again.
The third pitch was much like the second and it was still my turn.

"Boy I like this, I haven't lost yet." Mom retorted, "and it looks like your on 
your way to getting soused."

"Want to go again?" I said.

"You think you ought to, you have had 3 so far on top of the beer.  How about 
if you lose instead of drinking you rub my feet?"  

"What ever you say, but you will have to drink a shot if you lose."

"Surely, I will not mind at all."

When the next batter came up, it was a foul ball.  "Mom, I guess technically 
that is a strike. Give me your foot."

Mom removed her shoes and put both of her feet in my lap.  She had stocking 
feet, and I proceeded to massage them for a minute.  I am not really into feet 
but she had nice feet.  Her legs were gorgeous though.  Long, slender legs, 
perfect in my book all the way up to her womanhood, a delight to look at, but 
better to touch.  She had a skirt on so I while I was doing her foot massage 
her calves were exposed all the way to the knees.  I had never massaged my 
girlfriends feet before, maybe I should have.  I was enjoying this.

She put her feet down on the floor before the next pitch.  The next pitch was 
ruled "ball."  Finally, she lost.  I picked up the full shot glass and handed 
it to her.  She took it, stared at its content, "Well, here's to you." One foul 
swoop she downed the Tequila.  "Boy, that will put hair on your chest, is that 
where you got yours?"

"I don't think so. Ok here is the next pitch."

Mom lifted her legs back up to my lap so that I could massage them again before 
I could even tell her if she won or not.    She was catching on.  I really 
thought the Braves where a worse team, but they were actually playing pretty 
good ball so far. On the next pitch she downed another shot.  "I can't do that 
again.  I do not drink a lot.  We will have to bet for something else."

"Money?"

"I cannot take my son's money."

"Who says I will lose?"

"Well so far you haven't done so well.  How about a hug instead?"

"Mom, I hug you all the time, that wouldn't be giving you anything you don't 
normally have."

"Well, you don't kiss me all the time so we can play for a kiss.  A regular 
kiss, on the lips, like you use to do when you were 3, and if I win I can 
massage your feet, or something you want."

"OK", I said with thoughts of her legs still sketched on my mind.

The next pitch got me a foot massage.  I took off my sandals and placed my legs 
on her lap.  She turned a little so she was angled facing me, and started 
massaging my foot.  During it I notice her stop for just a minute.  "Mom, are 
you alright?  Why did you stop?"

"Huh, huh, just I hadn't really noticed how muscular your legs were until now."

"You sure that is why you stopped Mom?"

"Sure, now watch the game."  She rubbed my feet a little bit more, before she 
pushed them from her lap.  When I swung my legs back into sitting position, I 
noticed my shorts had ridden up a few inches.  Maybe she was staring at my cock 
I thought to myself.

After the next batter got up he took a pitch.  We had never mentioned an 
intentional strike but this is what just happened.  "Ok, honey, give your Mom a 
kiss."  I looked at her and put one of my hands on her shoulder and pulled her 
closer.  I leaned over and with my eyes closed I gave her a kiss, right on her 
lips. Her lipstick tasted sweet and I really enjoyed that kiss.  It wasn't like 
my girlfriend had kissed me, but it was sweet.  I really thought I would be 
repulsed, not repulsed, but you know, fell funny about this.  Actually the peck 
on her lips felt natural.  "That was very nice."

The next pitch was a ball.  "Mmmmm, let me see, how about you do the same?" I 
told her.

"I would be delighted sweetie."  We met in the middle and our lips met for the 
second time.  This kiss was a little more intense.  I felt her lips quiver 
under mine, and when we ended it, we both hesitated.

The next pitch gave me the next request, but before I could make my request, 
"Again?" she said.  And without hesitation or waiting for an answer she leaned 
in again.  Our mouths met, lips pressing on each other, and forgetting myself, 
my tongue started to press her for an opening.  Her hand reached over and 
touched my thigh as my tongue found passage and met hers.  Electricity flew 
between them, and I really didn't want to stop the kiss, but I knew it wouldn't 
be the last.

She won the next pitch and I started to lean toward her for our next kiss, only 
to be told. "No honey. Instead can I look at your chest?  You are so well 
developed and I haven't seen a man in shape in a long time.  When you get to be 
my age, they all have beer bellies."

"OK Mom, if you insist."  I was delighted to take my shirt off.  I stood up and 
moved to the end of the coffee table.  I grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and 
pulled it over my head.  I held it in my hand as I turned around slowly so she 
could see every angle.  I started to put it back on when I saw her shake her 
head in disapproval.

I won the next one by default.  We didn't even look at the TV.  I sat down next 
to her and leaned towards her. "I won this one.  I want another kiss."  She 
leaned towards me with mouth parted.  I gave her a very passionate kiss while I 
sat back next to her.  Her hand pressed against my chest, for an instant I 
thought it was so I could not get closer to her, but when she started feeling 
my muscles and my small nipples I knew better, I did not mind.  When the kiss 
broke, I noticed the batter hit the ball.  "Mom I think I won again."

"You did?  So what do you want me to do?"  

"Will you let me massage your legs like I did your feet?"

"Sure, that's like a win for me."  She leaned back and I rubbed her feet and 
then went up her calve.  I traced her legs with my fingers until I reached her 
hemline and then back down.  I put my hands around them and felt the stocking 
clad appendages.  Feelings were starting to become visible in my shorts as I 
rubbed up and down those nice legs.  They were turning me on, and I enjoyed it 
immensely. I massaged from her feet to her hemline, over and over.  "That feels 
wonderful, but I guess you had your turn.  OK, one more time," as soon as I 
approached her hemline this time I notice her pull her skirt up a few inches. I 
felt all that was visible. "Wonderful," she said as she lowered her legs.

"I want you to have something special so here goes."  She took another shot of 
Tequila in her mouth and leaned over to me.  She kissed me and as she did she 
opened her lips to let the Tequila trickle in my mouth.  Then our tongues 
touched in the pool of liquor.  As this was happening she took one of my hands 
and placed it on her breast, she intwined her fingers with mine and pressed 
firmly.  I felt the nipple stiffen to my touch.  I took every opportunity to 
squeeze the breast that once nursed me. The blouse she wore was pressed cotton, 
and through it I could feel the silkiness of her lace bra.  This was a thrill 
beyond belief.

"Mom, that feels so good to me."

"Did you enjoy that? Wait till I lose again."

I didn't have to wait long before that happened.  She stood up and undid the 
button that held her skirt.  She then lowered the zipper on the side so her 
skirt would fall to the floor.  She then unbuttoned each one of the little 
pearl buttons that held her shirt together.  I may be prejudice, or the tequila 
talking, but she was the prettiest 55 year old woman I had seen.  She sat back 
down and turned her back to me, "unhook my bra please."  I did not have to be 
asked twice.  My fingers fumbled with the clasp but soon her bare back was in 
my view.

She got up still facing in the opposite direction.  She slowly turned around 
holding the cups of her bra against her breasts.  "If you were out with the 
guys in some sports bar you might see something like these."  While saying 
this, she removed her bra from in front of her and her bare breasts were now 
mine to view.  Her nipples were thick and aureoles were very dark.  She stood 
now only in her stockings held up by garter ribbons and her lace panties.

"Your so beautiful Mom." I stood up and gave her another kiss, and without 
being prompted, seized one of her boobs.  We sunk on the couch and I caressed 
her while she did the same to me.  I grabbed at the waistband of her panties 
and she lifted her hips so that I could dispose of them.  I was so taken with 
her that I knelt between her legs and using my tongue bathed her thighs.  I 
worked myself to the folds of her vaginal lips and around the neatly trimmed 
bush avoiding her clit.  I leaned up and sucked on her luscious nipples, so 
they were very hard and firm, much like my cock.  I pushed her legs up so her 
knees were high in the air and her feet were on the edge of the couch and began 
my assault on her velvet inner walls.  God how fantastic she was, her pussy was 
the best I had ever tasted.  To think I came from this womb made my dick very 
hard.  I continued plunging my tongue deep inside her and occasionally would 
push her legs back towards her revealing her tiny asshole, which I licked 
several times to her delight.

"Oh baby, do it"

After the fourth time, I tried to stick my tongue in that very tight 
passageway; I felt the tremors build up inside her.  "Oh god, my son, doesn't 
stop, lick me, and lick my ass. I am about to cum, get ready to catch my juices 
in your mouth.  Fuck Mommy with your tongue baby." I did as I was told and did 
not hesitate.  My face became covered in her excretions, I licked as much as I 
could get. After her tremors subsided,  I stood up and she helped me to take my 
shorts off over my erect cock.  She took hold of my cock and her hand stroked 
it down to the base.  Her other hand went to the head of it and by using her 
thumb and forefinger made the pee hole open.  She took the tip of her tongue 
and placed it at the tip of it trying to force it in. "I wish I could do that 
for you sweetie.  Maybe this will work.  Her mouth surrounded my cock head.  
She stroked up with her hand meeting her mouth.  Then plunged her hand, 
followed by her lips back down my shaft till her lips were at the base, she was 
deep throating my cock. Margie, or any other girlfriend I ever had sex with, 
never did that before, what a sensation.

She continued this motion until I was ready to cum.  "Mom, if you keep that up 
I am going to cum."

"Please boy, I really want you too, I haven't tasted cum in years." And with 
that said, I felt the tip of her finger slide into my virgin ass.  That was all 
I could take.

When my cock exploded she threw herself down on my cock as far as she could.  I 
believed I felt the uvula in the back of her throat which I must have painted 
with my sticky goo. When I finished pulsating, she licked my cock very lovingly 
and sucked each one of my balls.

We sat back to watch the rest of the game but it didn't happen.  When she 
started playing with my cock, it responded.  Half hard she knelt down to suck 
it till it was completely hard.  Without a word she pushed me back on the couch 
and straddled my awaiting cock.
When she feed it into her pussy, I felt the velvety softness I had passed 19 
years ago.  My Mom knew what she was doing as she road me.  I watched her 
breasts as I held her hips pushing her forcibly down on my shaft and up again 
so my erection just passed through her vaginal opening and back down. I can 
tell you it wasn't long before we were both having simultaneous orgasms.

"Mom, that was incredible."

"Yes, I rather enjoyed it. It has been a long time since I had a real good 
looking boy for a lover, but it is even better knowing it is my son.  I guess I 
better get out of here and go shopping."

"Mom, do you have too?"

"Well, I should, but maybe I will stay and watch the rest of the innings.  Want 
to bet?"

"Don't you think you have had enough?"

"Never !!!!'

All I could do was enjoy this new experience.  My mom had it all over my 
girlfriend in every way.  

I never invited the guys over to watch the game ever again. My mom and I 
watched games together right through the World Series that season, betting on 
every play.  After the World Series, we started on football.  Mom knows more 
about sports than any one of my friends.  Occasionally she has hinted about 
inviting others to watch the games with us, but I don't know if I want to share 
her with others.  We will see.

Voyeur_2cu
Voyeur_2cu@yahoo.com

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