My one hand stops in mid-stroke as my eyes and mind realize I am not looking at my wife’s tits. It is than I look and see with great surprise at the...cellphone number and name, “Mom.”“Oh shit!” I say out loud, as my cock twitches and send cum onto my stomach. I than get the fourth text from Joy:“Did that help or did it scare you?”I type my reply:“Oh it helped me. I created a mess!” As I hit the send button I am in disbelief as I realize I am sexting with my wife’s mother!In less than a minute I. Paul went out to get Bailey and signaled the bullpen for -- me.What the fuck? Paul was pulling Bailey and bringing me -- a left-hander, to pitch to the Yankee's new guy. It didn't make any sense! Was I being set up to fail?When I got to the mound, my questioning expression must have been pretty obvious. "Take off your shoe," Paul said."Take off my..." Just take off your fucking shoe!" he hissed, "so I'll have time to talk to you."I took off my shoe and slowly picked at several imaginary rocks. I'm not asking you to marry me. You can keep your number thirty, too. I'm already engaged. Finish me, Sammy. You'll like the ending."I must admit that I was tempted. Her thighs were doing wonders for my shriveled up cock. The vision of her naked body in the hammock became clouded by the Seattle photographer sweet talking her into his bed.What was happening to me? Why couldn't I look beyond questionable behavior? For the second time in three hours, I was taking a pass. Don't be cruel. Let her. She moved her legs apart in the standing position and moaned in her sexy husky voice.Fuck I love that husky moan still as much as ever, even now.I gently moved the gusset of her panties away from her moistening little pussy.She was 20yrs old then.I was careful not to snag her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair.I could feel her warm juices slippery on the inner surface of her panties.I gripped the panties at both sides and went down on my haunches lowering the moist panties as I did so.She.