I just finished baseball practice and I’m exhausted. It was a hard workout and I was looking forward to a good night’s sleep. My teammate Jeff drove me down the driveway. I could barely get out of his Dodge pickup truck I was in so much pain. We lost two games in a row, so our coach was pissed and he made us mad.
I said goodbye to Jeff and limped down our little street. We recently moved to a new neighborhood where all the houses look like something out of a Disney movie. These are some of the new trends happening in this area, creating virtual towns where expensive homes sit next to restaurants, shops, and parks. My parents liked the idea and bought an empty lot while it was being built.
I walked up the stairs to the front porch and entered the front door. I was covered in dried sweat and dirt, so I planned to go straight to the shower. Just then I heard some noises coming from the kitchen. I was curious because my dad was out of town and I thought my mom was alone.
I walked up the stairs and peeked around the corner to see what was going on in the kitchen. I was surprised to see my friend Shawn standing there washing something in the sink. My mom was stirring the contents of the mixing bowl next to him. They were talking, laughing, and looked like they were having a great time.
I still had no idea what my friend was doing at my house, so I just stood there, too tired to go to the kitchen or upstairs shower. I watched as my mom continued to apparently prepare dinner. It looked like Shawn was helping her by taking some green beans out of the sink and putting them in a pot on the stove.
Then Mom turned to the base cabinet near the refrigerator, bent down and pulled out a pan. As she did so, I saw Shawn smiling and staring at her ass. She was wearing some short blue cotton shorts to workout in, so I’m sure he got a healthy view of her beautiful ass. Yes, she is my mom, but I can admit that she has a pretty nice ass.
I didn’t like it when Sean hunched over her and stared at her, but I got used to it because many of my friends would say sexual things about my mom, which would sometimes result in me getting punched or pushed. I mostly respond to their comments in a love/hate way, fighting back and responding to them, but sometimes it gets on my nerves when they say something mean about her.
My mom stood up from the base cabinet and continued preparing dinner, unaware that her son’s 18-year-old high school friend was peeking behind her. That’s when I decided to join her in the kitchen.
“Hey, guys,” I said weakly, approaching them.
“Hi dear!” Mom continued to focus on cooking.
“Hey Josh, how was practice?” my friend Shawn asked.
“This is so hard. I’m tired. What are you doing here?” I eventually walked to the kitchen door and leaned against the wall.
“He’s helping me cook. He’s a very good helper,” she said happily.
He said, “I came over to hang out thinking you were done with practice. She had just started eating dinner so I suggested I help out.”
“Oh. Well, I’m definitely hungry, but I need to take a shower first,” I said.
“Yeah, even with those onions on the counter, I can smell you from here. You didn’t walk on the carpet with dirty socks, did you say?”
“No, Mom,” I said jokingly. “Yes, you’ve yelled at me about it so many times. I think I know by now that you don’t like it.”
My mother has a tendency to take my side. Since I am an only child, she always teases me about things, but she always means well and I love her, so I take it lightly. However, I felt embarrassed in front of my friends when she was babysitting me.
“So practice is hard, right? You have to win the next two games,” Sean said.
“Yeah, I’m not worried because Randy and Michael are pitching in. Anyway, I’m going to take a shower and then be back for dinner,” I said and walked out of the kitchen.
My bath was great and I felt so much better after it. The tub was very dirty and covered with red mud from the baseball field. I have to clean it or my mother will scold me.
I went back downstairs and the kitchen table was set. Dinner was almost ready and I sat down. Shawn and my mom were talking and laughing. He would occasionally compliment my mom on random things and I thought to myself how flattering he was.
I also saw him staring more at her body. I must admit she looks very sexy even in plain clothes at this moment. She was wearing a white t-shirt and blue cotton shorts, and her shoulder length blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. The shirt was thin so the outline of her dark bra was clearly visible and I also saw the line of her panties peeking through the short shorts.
As I mentioned earlier, Mom has a great ass. Her slim body looked very perky and her legs were smooth and muscular. She also has a nice rack. Although I haven’t seen her bare boobs since she was a kid, I have seen her bra size, 36C, and I’ve seen her in bikini tops and bra racks, so I know how great her natural tits are. She never dresses slutty, but she often wears some pretty cleavage-showing clothes.
We had dinner and most of the time I was left out of the conversation. They talked about TV shows and movies, which was unusual in my family. My dad and I watch sports all the time, so we don’t follow all the celebrities and movies like my mom does. Sean knew, so my mom loved having someone to talk to me about.
He would constantly compliment her and even say something sexual that my mom couldn’t understand. It was really nice to have someone to keep her busy. If I was alone tonight, she would probably ask me all kinds of questions about school that I wouldn’t be in the mood to answer.
After dinner, Shawn insists she wash the dishes.
“Oh, Shawn, that’s very kind of you, but who could do that,” he said, looking at me.
“No, no, no. I insist,” he said as he began washing dishes in the sink.
“That’s so sweet. Josh, you need to hang out with him more and learn some good manners,” he said. Normally I would talk back, but I was too tired. Actually, he flattered her because Sean wasn’t usually very polite. We were friends, but not that good. I have a core group of people I consider my closest friends, and he’s kind of on the periphery.
I helped clear the table while Sean washed the dishes. After we did that we sat in the living room and watched TV. My mom came out and sat with us in my dad’s armchair. Sean and she talked again and I just sat there. I was out of energy.
Eventually my mom said she was getting ready to go to bed and I said the same thing. This was Ji Qingxuan’s signal to leave, he finally got up and walked to the door. I told him I would see him tomorrow and went upstairs. My mom thanked him for helping prepare dinner and they hugged. He told her “any time” and kissed her cheek before walking out the front door.
I had a brief chat with my mom upstairs, and she told me she would make me a hearty breakfast and an energy shake in the morning to give me extra energy for tomorrow’s practice. She also told me how nice and funny Sean was.
He told me that my father would be back in time for the big game next week against Cardinal Day High School, which was ranked No. 1 in the state. My father has a PhD in business management, so in addition to working for the consulting firm he was running, he traveled around the country several times a year giving lectures and speaking at seminars. Unfortunately, he is out of town when I play baseball games, but when he is here, he and my mother rarely miss any of my games.
I stripped down to my boxers, turned off the lights, and eagerly awaited a good night’s sleep. Just as I was about to jump into bed, my mom called out to me from the hallway.
“Yes, Mom,” I said, walking out of the room.
“This bathroom is so dirty!” she cursed. “You have to clean it before you go to bed.”
“Mom, I cleaned it!” I said as I walked into the bathroom. There she was, taking dirty towels off the rack, wearing only her bra and panties. Seeing her body so exposed always made me uncomfortable. It wasn’t unusual for her to walk around the house in her underwear.
“There’s dirt all around the base of the tub, and the rug is a mess,” she barked continuing to gather dirty laundry. She had on a matching black-laced bra and panty set. This set certainly wasn’t as conservative as her others. Her butt cheeks were peeking out of the bottoms, and her cleavage was busting out. The lacy bra was transparent in some spaces between the patterns, so I could barely make out the outlines of her nipples. The areolas looked very big. I just don’t think she realizes that I’m a growing teen with hormones; otherwise she wouldn’t wear these types of things.
“Ok, I’ll clean it up,” I said mesmerized by my mom’s hot body.
“Thank you sweetie,” she said brushing past me and reaching up to give me a peck on the cheek. “Goodnight, I’m going to bed after I put these towels in the laundry room.”
“Ok, good night,” I said as I couldn’t help but steal a glance at her ass as she walked past me out the door. She then turned around and nearly busted me looking at her butt.
“Why don’t you invite Sean over for supper tomorrow night?” She said staring at me with a pile of dirty towels covering her chest.
“I don’t think so mom. I have to focus on baseball right now,” I replied.
“Ok. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Finish cleaning the bathroom.”
That night I had a great masturbation session before I fell asleep. I can’t help but think mom triggered it. It’s not that I’m attracted to her or anything like that, but it’s hard to ignore her looks.
Growing up I always heard comments about my mom being a “hot mom.” It wasn’t until my high school age that the comments became more in depth. I hated the idea that other people thought of my mom the way I think of sexy women.
During the long baseball season there’s a lot of time for the guys to goof off in the dugout and in the practice facilities. We often did random things like take votes on which the hottest girl is and stuff like that. One time the vote was who the hottest MILF out of all the high school guys’ mothers was. I sensed that my mom would get some votes, but it turned out she won in a landslide. You can imagine the flack I’ve had to deal with.
Mom and Dad married at the young age of 20 and had me shortly after, so she’s still in her late 30’s. She looks even younger than that. I suppose having me as her only child allowed her to keep more of a youthful appearance and body.
I think what makes her more attractive than her looks is her sweet, yet determined personality. She cheers the team on during our games and is cool to all the guys. She definitely has the goody-goody persona to her, but my friends have also seen her bark at me and give orders, which they find sexy. They say my dad is whipped. Mom and I get along great, but like I said before she tends to baby me and embarrass me in front of friends.
The next day arrived and practice wasn’t as tough as the previous day. Everyone was sore, so we mainly went over technique and game planned for tomorrow’s home game. Jeff took me home in his truck after practice, and on the way he asked about Sean being at my house last night. I didn’t realize Sean told anyone about that.
When I got home I did the usual routine of cleaning myself off before entering the house. I noticed that my mom’s car wasn’t there and was disappointed dinner wasn’t in process. I took a shower and hoped that she would be home when I got done.
Still no sign of her so I took a seat in Dad’s recliner and turned on some sports highlights. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed through the window her white Mercedes pulling into the driveway. When she walked through the door I couldn’t believe it as Sean was with her. They were laughing as both entered through the garage.
“Hi sweetie,” my mom said as she entered the living room holding a shopping bag in each hand. She was wearing a denim skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. She also had on sandals and a sleeveless pink blouse that was tight against her breasts. She wore some makeup today, unlike yesterday when she was dressed down. She looked really cute.
Sean was behind her carrying a couple boxes of takeout food. I didn’t respond, but involuntarily got up to help take the big shopping bags off my mom’s hands.
“For your father’s birthday,” she said handing them to me as I set them on the kitchen counter.
“Got some time on your hands, or what?” I said to Sean, giving him a belittling look. Before he could respond, my mom piped in.
“Well I was telling Sean last night that I really needed to go to the mall to get your father birthday gifts, and Sean said that he needed to go as well, so I stopped by to pick him up. What a man he is, going to shop with your mother,” she said with a giggle.
“Better you than me,” I said looking at Sean.
“It was a pleasure, really. I enjoy spending time with her,” he said.
“Awe, you’re so sweet,” she said slapping his arm, as I rolled my eyes. I felt a tad jealous that she was seemingly fawning over him.
“We picked up some to-go dinner on the way home,” she said taking the boxes from Sean and setting them on the table.
I didn’t hesitate to fix myself a plate of chicken and veggies. I was starved. We sat down at the dinner table again, and just like last night I felt out of the loop. They were chatting and laughing, having a good time. I still found it odd that Sean was over at my house two nights in a row. Not only that, but my mom seemed to enjoy his company. If she only knew that he was bragging just last week about fucking a girl in the ass, or if she knew how many times he’s skipped school to drink beer and do God knows whatever else.
After dinner my mom got up and started to clear the table, but just like last night Sean got up and insisted that he do the cleaning. She argued that he is a guest and should not be cleaning. They playfully argued for a little bit, and both ended up cleaning after all. I just sat at the table and read the sports section of the newspaper.
While mom was washing some plates in the sink, Sean came up behind her and said he would wash them instead. He grabbed her waist to nudge her to the side, which caught my attention. Then in a slick move, he reached around with one hand and took the plate from her hand, while his other hand slid down from her waist and palmed her left ass cheek, moving her to the side.
I was expecting my mom to turn around and slap him, but she just moved to the side and let him keep his hand on her nice ass for several seconds. He let go of her ass when she walked away towards the living room.
“I give up; if you want to clean the kitchen go right ahead,” she said giggling. “Maybe you can do some yard work while you’re at it.”
They both laughed, but I just sat still. I was a little shocked that my friend had the nerve to catch a feel on my mother’s ass.
Shortly after dinner we watched television for a bit before my mom said she was going to go upstairs to read a book. Sean stayed for several minutes, but we didn’t have much to talk about. I was tired and thinking of getting some good sleep on the eve of our baseball game.
After Sean left I went upstairs and got ready for bed. Mom knocked on my door when I got into bed. I told her to come in, and she slid inside my door and sat down next to where I was lying. I noticed through the dim light from the hallway that she was wearing just a red t-shirt and panties. Her braless breasts swayed as she sat down. Her smooth, tan legs were inches from my face and I could see the V between them covered by white panties because the t-shirt ended just below the waistband of her panties.
“I just wanted to wish you a good night sleep for tomorrow’s game,” she said sliding her fingers through my shaggy hair.
“Thanks mom. You’re coming to the game, right?” I asked.
“Of course. I promised your father I’d text him updates during it,” she replied, still rustling her fingers through my hair.
“Mom, why did you invite Sean over for dinner after I said last night not to?”
“Oh don’t be such a baby. He’s your friend, and he was kind enough to help out with cleaning. He also was good company while I went shopping.”
“You never invite me to go shopping with you,” I said.
“That’s because you’d complain the whole time,” she said.
“Even so, I’d still be better company than Sean,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Awe, sweetie are you jealous?” she said smiling as she scooted down on the bed and laid next to me.
“No,” I snapped back quickly.
“Well that’s so nice of you to want to accompany me while I shop,” she said turning her back to me. She reached back and pulled my arm around her so that I was spooning her. “I love spending time with my baby, and when you go to college this summer I will miss it dearly.”
There I was with my arm around her as she lay next to me. I was afraid to scoot up close to her because I was wearing boxer shorts and she was just wearing panties, so it would be very awkward if I pressed up against her.
We lay next to each other as my mom told stories about when I was a little kid. We both giggled at times. She held my hand the entire time until eventually we both fell asleep.
The alarm woke us up in the morning. I had rolled over to the other side of the bed, and mom was lying on her belly. We both groggily got up out of my bed. I couldn’t help but glance at her body on her way out. Her tits looked huge without a bra on and the way they poked out under her t-shirt it seemed as if her nipples were very big. Her butt cheeks peeked out of her white panties as she scooted out of my bedroom door.
She wore t-shirt and panties to bed a lot, but as I got older I seemed to notice it more and it produced some uncomfortable feelings. I couldn’t help but think she was sexy, even if I repeatedly scolded myself for thinking of my mom like that. I was hard at the moment and wanted to jerk off, but I needed to save my energy for the ballgame tonight.
Our baseball game went well, although I went 0-3 at the plate. We won a big game, and it felt good even though I played so crappy. Oddly enough, I think my mom might have had something to do with my poor performance.
I say this because before the game a couple of my teammates asked where my mom was. Eventually they spotted her up in the stands, and of course they had to make some comments about her.
“Damn, Mrs. Barnes is wearing some shorts tonight. Check out her legs,” one teammate said.
“Let me know when she gets up so that I can stare at her nice ass,” another said.
Normally I would have said something back to them or gave them a shove, but I felt a little weird. It was like I wanted to check her out as well. She did look very hot tonight in those jean shorts. She also had on a green t-shirt with our school’s logo on it. She had on her big Ralph Lauren sunglasses, and her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It was as if she was some girl my age that I wanted to date. This made me uncomfortable. If Dad was here at the game I probably would have felt better.
Then during the game when I was in the on-deck circle, I looked up and saw Sean had joined my mom in the bleachers. They were talking and laughing, and it disturbed me that she wasn’t watching me. Even when I stood up in the batters box, she was haphazardly paying attention while she chatted with Sean. I ended up striking out that at-bat.
