It was comfortable. It was fun…at least until she caught me staring. She had absolutely fantastic legs, long and toned, and was playfully dangling ...ne shoe off her foot, bobbing her leg as we talked. Of course I was looking. Who wouldn’t? But instead of blushing with embarassement when she caught me, I just decided to own it. “Yeah, I was staring at your legs,” I told her. “Couldn’t help it.” She totally laughed it off, recognizing it for a compliment and taking no offense. But realizing she. I was in a trance as I gazed upon my mother’s beauty. A trance that was broken when she turned the water off. I quickly got away from the door, and went back to my bedroom. That night I was so happy. I thought about how she looked in the shower; Her wet body, in the hot steamy mist. It was enough to make me cum 3 times over. Then I went on to thinking about her in bed…and me with her. I had been obsessed with her beauty for some time, and thought that she had a sexy body, but this was the. Any pretence that this is lovemaking soon evaporates. This is fucking, pure and simple - animalistic and primeval; hard and fast. For a while the only sounds in the room are my grunts as I push my hips upwards to meet hers coming down, and her yelps of pleasure as she grinds hard against the base of my cock. Her fingers tickle my pubic area as she reaches down between us to play with her clitoris, stimulating herself further; and I reach up to take one of her nipples into my mouth before. Even in our small city, in our independent league stadium, people still want baseballs. ‘What ya looking at, kid?’ Vic Flowers asked me, standing with me next to the batting cage, his large arms folded across his chest. Vic was the team’s pitching coach, though he wasn’t much older than most of the players. He had a long cup of coffee in the majors – ‘I had coffee and a piece of pie’, he often told us – but injuries derailed his career. He was one of the few highly educated professional.