We won! I pitched a hell of a game, if I must say so myself, giving up only one run on five hits and two walks over seven innings. My counterpart on the other team wasn't so fortunate. He gave up three runs in the first four innings, and from there, it was all downhill for them.
The final score was seven to three, and it really wasn't that close. But something tells me you aren't reading this story to hear about my victory.
My mom was there, though my dad had to work and missed the game, again. She was the head cheerleader for my very own rooting section, and every time I struck out a guy or got him to make an out, she was screaming like a crazy woman.
That, and her attire, made her a genuine crowd pleaser. Her outfit was a particular favorite. She wore a simple workout ensemble with black workout Capri-leggings and a top that was a cross between a sports bra and a tank top. The material itself had to be part spandex because it fit her like a second skin.
For the life of me, I never would have known that a workout outfit could look so sexy on a woman, especially her ass, which was round and firm, wrapped tightly in that poly/spandex.
Even her back looked provocative, since the top had a strappy, racer back style to it, and her hair was up off her shoulders in a pony tail. Who would have thought that a woman's shoulders could be so enticing?
At times, I wasn't sure if they were rooting for me or my mother, with her little sex kitten outfit. Actually, I'm still not sure.
When we got home from the game, I was so excited by our win that I was bouncing off the walls. Even the head coach from the college I was planning to attend called to congratulate me. I was on cloud nine as I stood in our kitchen with my mother.
"I don't think I've seen you this happy since your fifth birthday, when we got you that video game console," my mother said beaming at me.
"Oh this is so much better than Xbox!"
"You think?" She too was caught up in all my excitement.
I ran up to her, put my arms under her ass, lifted her up in the air, and gave her a kiss, right on the lips.
"Easy tiger," she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around me. "You're going to hurt yourself."
"I'm fine, but I'll put you down so you won't worry."
I eased her down, but I set her down on an available kitchen counter. I was still between her legs and she still had her arms around my neck.
"That better?" I asked as I stood over her, surveying her loveliness.
"Somewhat," she said shyly averting her eyes from my stare. "I just don't want you to hurt yourself. This was only the first game of the playoffs."
"This feels nice," I said as I pressed my weight between her legs.
"Cash, I..." She eased her arms from my neck and started to talk but I cut her off.
"Let's celebrate!"
"What do you want to do?" She laughed nervously.
"I don't know, but I've got to do something or I'm going to burst."
"I could go to the store and get a cake..."
"No, I need to something to release all of this pent up energy."
She tilted her head and gave me a mock questioning look. "What did you have in mind?"
"I don't know. What can we do together where I could release all of this tension?"
"Is this about last night?" She asked cocking her head and looking at me from the corner of her eye. She was playing hard to get, but I had the sense that she was just playing, especially since she still had her calves wrapped around the back of my thighs.
"I just need some kind of release, mom."
"Yeah I bet you do, and you think I'm going to release it for you?"
"Well we are a team, and there's no 'I' in team."
"You are a little shit."
"Yeah, but I'm your little shit."
I don't know much, but I knew from the first moment my eyes lit upon her that morning, that she was going braless. Her tits just moved so naturally under all of that spandex.
I stood up tall and ran my hands up the sides of her torso and over that silky, black material. When they got even with her breasts, I extended my thumbs and lightly brushed them over her nipples.
"What are you doing?" She asked with a light smile."Aren't you being just a little presumptuous young man?"
"You want me to stop?"
She didn't say anything, just turned her head and bit her lip. That was my cue, before she could change her mind my hands went under her top and I started to push the material up. Her hands were quick to hold me off, but I was still able to push the material up and over those splendid mounds of hers.
God they were amazing, sitting right out there for me with the prettiest pink nipples that were erect and calling to be paid attention to.
"Holy shit!" She said and breathed in hard. "You are very fresh."
"And you are just so beautiful."
"Yeah, you just want me to release your tension."
"It's for the good of the family," I said as I bent towards her, ran my fingers over her now exposed tits, and my wet lips up the nape of her neck.
"I was right, you are a little shit."
"This little shit wants to see you naked," I said as I pulled the scrunchy from her pony tail, releasing her shoulder length blonde hair.
"That's not going to happen. Last night was a onetime thing," she said, but then she tilted her head back and shook her hair loose. It was all messy and sexy.
"I don't want to do what we did last night," I said leering at her.
