"Robbie gave me one of her looks. The kind you'd give your grandmother with Alzheimer's who couldn't remember her own name. "It's always about winning..."I sighed. "Let's see the music."The year was winding down. Two days left of school, and Tuesday was just a half-day.Baseball was done, at least school baseball. There was still Babe Ruth League to look forward to. The team had done pretty good. We went twelve and one, losing our last game because the damn shortstop, who shall remain nameless,. She has big thighs and looked sexy in panties.I went up kissing her whole body.I kissed her feet and licked her toes.Then, I went up kissing her thighs and reached the navel area.I circulated my tongue near the navel.She shooked when my tongue touched her navel.I moved up still and pressed her boobs hard.I bit her brown colored tits and kissed the cleavage.I kissed her lips again and fingered her pussy by inserting my other hand inside her panty.I felt the wetness of my fingers.She took my wet. She never came inside even my room to check. I heard the door knob click and saw her entering wearing a bathrobe. After so many orgasms, I didn’t have the energy to stand up. She slowly came over and turned off the shower. Then she helped me up and took me to bed. As I stood there stark nude with my mother only wearing a bathrobe, I again felt squirmy. I slowly felt her hands behind my neck as she craned it towards her mouth. She kissed me. This time long and a bafflingly passionate one. Her. " And she says, 'My dad died recently. He was a big fan.'" 'Sorry to hear it, ' I tell her. I mean, I don't know why she's telling me this, but I'm just trying to be like, y'know, polite." 'My dad was the same age as Brooks Robinson, ' she tells me, 'almost right to the day. And he used to play third base when he was young, just like Robinson. 'Course he wasn't, y'know, great like Brooksie, but the point is, he was a third baseman, and he was a huge Brooks Robinson fan, and, oh God, we didn't.