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Subject: {ASSM} The Ball Game (MF, inc.)
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Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2005 05:10:01 -0400
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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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