Cindy Johnson had always been a fun loving girl. Despite having given birth to 2 children, and being naturally big breasted, she had managed to stay fit and shapely in to her early 40s and her energy and zest for life had, if anything, increased as she aged.
Cindy, as she had been all her life, was a true innocent. Born to a rich Tennessee family, she had been a debutante when she was a young woman; having met her husband when they had both attended University of Tennessee together. She had been a popular cheerleader and he was a walk-on to the football squad.
Many who knew her, considered Cindy a dumb blonde (although she was the first to laughingly admit that her blonde tresses came directly from a bottle) and her husband George pretty much agreed with that assessment. When they had married 20 years earlier George had been attracted to Cindy's awesome body, her young Dolly Parton like looks, and her lilting southern charm. He considered her bubble headed intellect just part of her vivacious personality, but as the years had gone by he had tired of her innocent outlook on life and started having affairs.
George's most recent affair was with Cindy's best friend Margaret, a cynical lawyer who'd always been in a kind of one- sided competition with Cindy. They had grown up together, and Margaret ever jealous, had often betrayed Cindy, badmouthing her and sabotaging her friend at every opportunity. Cindy for her part remained oblivious to any betrayal, and remained a caring and loyal friend.
The Johnson's had two children. Barbara, the oldest at 22 was a senior at her parent's alma mater, a bright and bookish young woman, Barbara was studying to be a veterinarian. Barbara Johnson had inherited her father's intelligence and her mother's looks and kind heart. Although close to her mother, they only spoke by phone when Barbara was away at school.
Mike was their 18 year old son, heavily recruited by college football programs he had decided to attend Tennessee as well, he was starting linebacker for his high school team and in the last year had filled out his 6'2 frame by packing on 30 pounds of muscle. He now tipped the scales at 235 pounds, hardly an ounce of it was fat.
Up until he was 16, he and his mother had not gotten along. Growing up Mike had seen how his father had disrespected her and belittled her and Mike had treated her in the same manner. He had little use for her when he had gone through his rebellious youth stage and would openly defy her, often bringing her to tears, which he would scornfully laugh at. His father when asked to arbitrate their disputes, would usually side with his son, which would cause further pain to Cindy.
In the last couple of years some things had become clear to Mike that had begun to change his relationship with his mother. Mike had begun to realize that his mother was an unflagging and enthusiastic supporter of any success Mike achieved in life. Cindy, who had been a cheerleader in both high school and college, was the only one in the family to never miss one of his football games – in fact when Mike thought about it she had never missed one in his life, from Pop Warner all the way up to his games today. No matter where it was, or how bad the weather was, she was always in the stands cheering him on. Because of their early fights, Cindy hated saying no to Mike and pretty much let him have his way. The truth was Cindy admired her son's strong spirit and had always liked men who took what they wanted in life. She tried to instill that attitude in her son and had succeeded.
Mike had also begun to realize how beautiful his mother was, with her enormous breasts on top of a perfectly proportioned body. Cindy's face was still youthful and innocent looking, her lustrous blond hair tumbled just past her shoulders, and her ever-present smile was bright and lovely. At the age of 18, Mike had begun to see his mother as a real woman with real feelings, rather than just his mother.
Mike also learned in the last few years that his father cheated on his mother. George Johnson didn't do too much to hide it, and in fact, the only person who didn't seem to be aware of his philandering was his wife. Mike was angry with his Dad, but seeing how his father seemed to have no plans to change his behavior, or leave his mother, Mike didn't like to make waves around the house.
2
The 1st week in November Mike's high school team lost to a powerful interstate rival. Mike had scored his team's only touchdown, on a recovered fumble he had run back for a touch down. The team carried the lead in to the 2nd half, but the offense was so feeble and kept going three and out, that the exhausted defense finally gave up two late scores and the game was lost. Mike, who couldn't stand losing, threw body and soul in to the game but even his force of will, couldn't prevent the inevitable loss.
Mike and his mother drove home that night to an empty house. George had left for a weekend of "business" in Las Vegas. Mike knew what business was being conducted but wasn't interested in making an issue out of it.
After a late dinner Cindy, who was almost as disappointed as her son in the team's loss, opened a bottle of red wine and filled a glass. Mike limped in to the kitchen.
"Can I have a slug of that? " Mike asked his mother.
"Sure darling," his mom answered pouring another glass, "after the night you had I don't want to be saying no to you a lot."
Mike smiled, as Cindy handed him the glass, the two of them made a silent toast and then both drank deeply. When their glasses were empty, Cindy refilled them.
"Do you have a party to go to tonight?" Cindy asked as they sipped their wine, "I don't want you getting drunk and going out."
"No way, I'm not going out, I don't feel like hanging around the other guys hearing them making excuses for why we lost."
"Good," Cindy giggled, "we can get drunk and drown our sorrows in the safety of our own home."
"I think I'm going to crawl in to the hot tub and soak my sore muscles," Mike said, " care to join me?"
Cindy smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Cindy loved the hot tub in their big enclosed back yard, and used it often. It was part of their back porch and even in the cool fall nights it was warm because they had a big patio heat lamp.
"Sure baby," Cindy gave Mike a pat on the chest and walked out of the kitchen, "Go turn it on, I'll meet you out back."
Mike gave a start, when his mother touched him,his cock had lurched. Mike wondered why he would get a sexual charge with contact that innocent, and suddenly remembered his pre-game ritual of not masturbating for 72 hours prior to kick off – he had not had a chance to break his "fast".
"Oh drats!" Mike heard Cindy call out. "Drats" was about as much as Mike ever heard his mother swear.
"What's wrong?" Mike asked poking his head in her bedroom. Cindy was rummaging through one of her dresser drawers.
"I just remembered all my swim suits are in the laundry, I don't have a clean one".
"Don't worry about it, it's just the two of us, you don't have to wear one," Mike joked.
Cindy looked at him, the fact that he was joking had gone right over her head.
"I guess that's true," she said innocently, "Ok, I'll meet you out there."
Mike made a hasty retreat from her room; not wanting his mom to see the erection that had just sprang up. He couldn't believe his ears, was his mother really going to let him see her naked? Couldn't be, Mike figured she must have been joking as well. No way would his lady like mother let her son see her naked. At the most she would come out wearing some shorts and a t-shirt. Mike began to wonder if he might actually get to see her in a wet t-shirt. The thought kept him hard.
