I had just gotten done with baseball practice and I was exhausted. It was a strenuous workout, and I was looking forward to getting a good night sleep. My teammate Jeff dropped me off at the foot of the driveway. I could barely step out of his dodge pickup truck I was so sore. We had lost two games in a row, so our coaches were pissed off and made us run like crazy.
I told Jeff goodbye and limped up our short driveway. We had recently moved into a new subdivision where all of the houses looked like something you'd see in a Disney movie. It was some new trend that was happening in the area where virtual towns were being built with expensive homes close together along with restaurants, shops, and parks. My parents loved the idea of it and bought a vacant lot while it was being built.
I walked up the stairs of the front porch and entered through the front door. I had dry sweat and dirt all over my body, so I was planning to head straight to the shower. That's when I heard some voices from the kitchen. I became curious because my dad was out of town and I figured my mom was alone.
I walked past the stairs and peeked around the corner to see what was going on in the kitchen. To my surprise, my friend Sean was standing there washing something in the sink. My mom was next to him stirring something in a mixing bowl. They were talking and laughing, seemingly having a good time.
I still couldn't figure out what my buddy was doing at my house, so I just stood there, too exhausted to move towards the kitchen or upstairs towards my shower. I watched as my mom obviously continued to prep supper. It looked like Sean was helping her out, as he lifted some green beans out of the sink and put them in a pot on the stove.
Then my mom turned towards the bottom cabinet near the refrigerator and bent over to pull out a pan. When she did this I saw Sean staring at her ass with a grin. She had on some fairly small blue cotton shorts that she works out in, so I'm sure he got a healthy view of her nice ass. Yes, she's my mother, but I can admit that her ass is fabulous.
I didn't like that Sean was staring at her bending over, but I was used to it because a lot of my friends talked about my mom in a sexual manner, sometimes followed by a punch or shove by me. I mainly retaliated to their comments in a love/hate manner by wresting with them and talking smack back, but it did upset me at times when they said things about her.
My mom got back up from reaching into the bottom cabinet and resumed her supper prep, oblivious that her son's 18 year-old high school friend was stealing a glance at her rear. That's when I decided to join them in the kitchen.
"Hey guys," I said weakly as I approached them.
"Hi honey!" my mom said as she continued to focus on the cooking.
"Hey Josh, how was practice?" my friend Sean asked.
"Tough. I'm exhausted. What are you doing here?" I asked finally reaching the opening of the kitchen and leaning up against the wall.
"He's helping me cook. He's such a good helper," she said cheerfully.
"I came by to hang out thinking you'd be done with practice. She was just starting supper, so I suggested I lend a hand." He said.
"Oh. Well, I'm definitely hungry, but I need a shower first," I said.
"Yes, I can smell you from here even with these onions next to me on the counter. You didn't walk on the carpet with your dirty socks on, did you?" my mom said.
"No mom," I said in a mocking tone. "Geez, you've already yelled at me numerous times for that. I think I've figured it out by now that you don't like that."
My mom had a tendency to baby me. Since I was the only child, she was constantly pestering me about something, but she always means well and I love her, so I take it with a grain of salt. I do get embarrassed around my friends when she babied me though.
"So practice was tough, huh? You guys have to win these next two games," Sean said.
"Yeah, I'm not worried because Randy and Michael are pitching. Well, I'm going to grab a quick shower and I'll be back down for supper," I said retreating from the kitchen.
My shower went great and I felt so much better after it. The bathtub was extremely dirty, caked with red clay from the baseball field. I made sure I cleaned it because my mom would definitely scold me otherwise.
I went back downstairs and the kitchen table was set. Dinner was just about ready, so I took my seat. Sean and my mom were talking and laughing with each other. He occasionally complimented my mom on random stuff, and I thought to myself what a kiss-ass he is.
I also noticed him stealing more glances at her body. I have to admit she looked very sexy at the moment, even dressed down. She had on a white t-shirt with the blue cotton shorts on, and her shoulder-length, stylish blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The shirt was very thin, so the outline of her dark bra was visible, and I also noticed panty lines showing through the small shorts.
As I've mentioned before, mom has a great ass. It's very bubbly on her petite frame, and her legs are smooth and muscular. She has a nice rack too. Not that I've ever seen her bare tits since I was a toddler, but I have seen her bra size, 36C, and I've seen her rack in bikini tops and bras, so I know how spectacular her natural breasts are. She never dresses slutty, but she does often wear some cute outfits that show cleavage.
We ate dinner and I was out of the conversation for the most part. They talked about TV shows and movies, which was unusual at my house. My dad and I watched sports all of the time, so we don't keep up with all of the celebrities and movies like mom. Sean does, so my mom loved having someone to talk with about it.
He kept making compliments to her and even dropped little sexual innuendos that went over my mom's head. It was actually kind of nice having someone to keep her occupied. If it was just myself eating tonight, then she would have probably drilled me with all kinds of questions about school, and I wasn't in the mood to answer those kinds of questions.
After dinner was finished Sean insisted that he do the dishes.
"Oh, that's so nice of you Sean, but Josh can do them," she said looking at me.
"No, no, no. I insist that I do them," he said as he already started washing the dishes in the sink.
"That's so sweet. Josh, you need to hang out with him more to learn some good habits," she said. Normally I would have talked back, but I was just too tired. The truth was, he was sucking up to her because usually Sean was not so polite. We are friends, but not that great of friends. I have a core group that I consider my closest friends, and he was kind of on the outside of it.
I helped clear the table while Sean finished the dishes. After this was done we sat out in the living room and watched TV. My mom came out and sat down in my dad's recliner to join us. Again, Sean and her talked back and forth to each other while I just sat there. My energy was drained.
Eventually my mom said she was going to get ready for bed, and I said the same. That was Sean's cue to leave, so he finally got up and headed towards the door. I told him that I would see him tomorrow and I headed upstairs. My mom thanked him for helping with dinner and they embraced in a hug. He told her "anytime" and kissed her on the cheek before heading out of the front door.
I briefly spoke with my mom upstairs, and she told me she would make me a big breakfast and a power milk shake in the morning to give me extra energy for tomorrow's practice. She also mentioned how nice and fun Sean is.
She informed me that my dad would be back in time for the big game next week against Cardinal Day High School, who is ranked #1 in the state. My dad has a doctorate in business management, so a few times a year he travels around the country and speaks at seminars, in addition to working for his ongoing consulting company. It's unfortunate when he's not in town when I'm playing in my baseball games, but when he's here he and my mom rarely miss my games.
I stripped down to my boxer shorts and turned off my lights, eagerly anticipating a good night sleep. Just as I was about to hop in my bed, my mom called me from out in the hallway.
"Yes mom," I said as I walked out of my room.
"This bathroom is filthy!" she scolded. "You have to clean this up before you go to bed."
"Mom, I did clean it!" I said as I walked into the bathroom. There she was pulling dirty towels off the rack wearing just her bra and panties. It always made me uncomfortable to see her body so revealed. It wasn't uncommon 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.