I love my Mom to death. But she's a real piece of work. She's absolutely stunning. She's about 5' 10" with wavy blonde hair that encircles a long, slender face and flows across her shoulders and down her back, with big, beautiful blue eyes. She has curves that give the guys a hard on just thinking about them! 38DD-28-36 with long, tan legs that reach clear to heaven. And she's not shy about showing any of it off. She's constantly wearing low-cut tops. And, in the summer, you can be sure to find her in her Daisy Duke cut offs. She's got a smile that lights up a room and a laugh that's contagious.
As my buddies and I grew older, the guys were always pointing out how hot my mom was and, the older we got, the more graphic the details got about what they'd like to do to and with my mom. I was always, like, "Dude, that's my mom!" They couldn't believe I never looked at her in that way. They were right. The older I got, the more I fantasized about having those 38s wrapped around my cock. But I couldn't let them know that.
She's also dumber than a bag of hammers. Don't get me wrong, like I said, I love her to death. But facts are facts. Ask her who the President of the United States is. She wouldn't have a clue. We told her she needed to have the air in the tires changed when she had the oil changed. She actually asked them to do it. She's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. But dim as a burnt out light bulb.
One day my buddies and I were in the basement shooting pool. We were home for the summer break between our Sophomore and Junior years in college. Mom came bouncing down the stairs with a tray full of glasses and a pitcher of lemonade. She was dressed in her normal attire, a pair of blue jean short shorts and a red halter. She didn't give it a second thought she was surrounded by a bunch of guys with raging hormones. The pool game came to a screeching halt.
"Hey, guys! Sorry to interrupt. I thought you might like something to drink." She leaned over and placed the tray on the coffee table, giving those of us who were fortunate enough to have the right angle a clean shot down her top.
"No problem, Mrs. A!" Steve piped up. "We're always glad to see you." We all knew he wanted to see more of her.
"Yeah, Mrs. A, you can interrupt us anytime," Matt added.
"You boys are so sweet. Mark, you have the nicest friends!"
I shrugged my shoulders and looked at them with a crooked smile. "Yeah, they're okay." We all laughed with plenty jabs to my arms and chest with a few "screw you, man!" thrown in.
Dave piped up. "Hey, Mrs. A, Mark tells us you're a pretty good pool player."
She grinned. "Yeah, I'm not bad." Truth was, she was awful. But Dad and I would always tell her what a great player she was. We'd let her beat us on a pretty regular basis, then laugh when she left the room.
Dave nodded at Steve. "Steve's a pretty good player. You two should play each other."
Actually, Steve was a shark. He had emptied more than one person's wallet shooting pool in the bars and pool halls around the college.
"I don't think that's a good idea," I said. "It wouldn't be fair to Steve." It would be a blood bath.
Mom ignored me. "Is that so, Steve?"
Steve shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "Yeah, I'm okay, I guess. I don't know if I'd be a match for you, though, from what I hear." He knew he would mop the floor with her because I told them about what Dad and I would do.
"Well, how about it, Steve? I'll try not to embarrass you in front of your friends," she said with a big smile. I buried my face in my hands.
Steve shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, what the heck?" Unbeknownst to the rest of us, he had already formulated a plan for my dimwitted mother.
After just a couple of shots, Steve knew he was going to have to work at losing this one. He flubbed easy shots. He even knocked in a few of her balls "by accident". In the end, it was close, but Mom won.
She was beaming. "Good game!"
Steve nodded. "It was. You're a good player, Mrs. A. How about best 2 out of 3?"
"Sure! Rack 'em up!" All anybody could think about was her rack.
The second game went much like the first game, with Steve struggling to keep it close before he finally sank the eight ball to take the win.
"Wow! You are good, Steve! That was fun!"
"It was fun," Steve said. "But it's the best 2 out of 3. Whoever wins this last game is the winner, right?" Mom nodded. "How about we make it interesting?"
My immediate thought was
Uh oh!
"Oooooo! What'd you have in mind?" Mom asked with excitement.
Steve scratched his chin. "Hmmmmm, I dunno. Ummmmm, how about $1,000?"
Mom gasped. "$1,000?!" She took a deep breath. "Oh, honey, I don't want to take your money." It was all we could do not laugh at the comment. "Tell you what, how about this? When I win, you can do some yard work for me that I've been pestering Mark and his father to do forever." She shot me a glance. "And, if you win - which you won't - I'll do whatever you want me to do. For one hour, I'm yours."
Every guy in the room was suddenly pitching a tent in their pants and asking themselves why hadn't they challenged her to a game of pool.
A wicked grin spread across Steve's face. "Whatever I want you to do?"
"Sure. Anything." Mom was completely oblivious to how a young man's mind worked. "I'll even let you break," she said confidently.
Steve grabbed the wooden rack and shook his head. "No no no, ladies first. I insist."
Mom giggled and grabbed her pool cue. "Such a gentlemen. Let's see how much of a gentleman you are when you're working in the yard."
One of Mom's solids shot off into the corner pocket on the break. She looked at Steve with a smile. "Uh oh, you might be in trouble," she said playfully.
Steve smiled back. "Might be."
Mom missed her follow up shot. It would be the last shot she would take. Steve ran the table.
Mom was stunned. "I...I...wow!"
Steve shrugged his shoulders. "Guess I got lucky, huh?"
"I'll say!" She paused. "Well, you won fair and square. A bet's a bet. What do you want me to do? Make you some cookies? Wash your clothes? College boys always have clothes that need to be washed."
Steve chuckled. "No, nothing like that. Tell you what, you've been so good to the guys and I, how about we do something for you that will in turn help us?"
Where's he going with this?
I thought.
"Oh? Like what?"
Steve scratched his chin. He knew exactly what he wanted from the moment he asked for the match. "How about this? How about you let
us
give
you
a full body massage?"
"
You
give
me
a massage?! How is that me doing something for you?"
"Knowing that we're doing something nice for you would make us feel better about ourselves. Right guys?" We all nodded our heads. "Part of our sports program is taking a semester of how to treat injuries and relieve stress. A big part of that is massage, deep tissue massage. Deep...deep tissue massage. We'll massage you in places you've never had massaged before."
"Hmmmm, a full body massage does sound good. So what's the catch?"
"No catch. Well, I mean, you have to be naked, but that's not really a catch, that's just part of getting a good massage."
"Naked?!"
"You can't have a good massage with clothes on, right? Trust me, we won't even notice it. We'll be concentrating on your massage." We all tried to muffle laughs. "It'll be good practice for us, too. You'd really be doing us a favor. So what do you say?"
"Well, that is true, you can't get a good massage with your clothes on." She thought about it. "Okay, if it'll help you boys out, I'll do it. I'm busy today. How about tomorrow afternoon?"
The following afternoon, the four of us were gathered in the basement, anxiously waiting for the moment for Mom to appear. We tried to play pool but couldn't maintain our concentration. Then we heard footsteps slowly coming down the stairs.
Soon an obviously apprehensive mother appeared. She was wearing a short blue bathroom and looking at the ground. Her cheeks were red.
Steve was the first to speak up. "Oh good! You're here. Come on over here so we can get started."
"O-o-okay."
"You're nervous. There's nothing to be nervous about, I promise. In an hour you're going to feel like you've never felt before, I promise. So let's get this robe off of you and see what we're dealing with here."
Steve grabbed the robe at her shoulders and tenderly tugged on it. Mom reluctantly released her grip and allowed the fluffy material fall away from her.
We all stood in silence for a moment. She was even more stunning naked! A dark, even tan covered her from head to toe. Her breasts were full and round and had won the battle with gravity. Her pussy was freshly shaved with the exception of a small strip of blonde just above it. She stood there, obviously embarrassed, slightly crossing her legs and covering her breasts.
Steve touched her shoulder. "Wow! You are tense! Dave, why don't you come over and massage her shoulders?"
"On it!" Dave said as he jumped up and quickly moved behind her.
He placed both hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. Her skin was soft and warm. "Holy cow, Mrs. A, you need to relax! Being this tense can cause serious physical ailments."
"Really? I'll...I'll try. Mmmmm, that does feel nice, though."