A most generous thank you to Duke0467 for his editing assistance on this story. Many thanks for both his patience and guiding hand.
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Saturday afternoon . . . 220 Miles to the north . . .
It's the tournament championship game. The game is tense; zero, zero going into the top of the ninth. Lance is pitching a gem--eight innings thus far, allowing only two hits while striking out nine against no walks. But the other team's pitcher has matched him goose egg for goose egg.
Now Lance is up, two on, two out, top of the ninth. Two and two count. The runners dance off of second and third. He focuses intently on the pitcher's windup, but can still hear his Auntie's Gwen's shrill voice coming from the first row of the bleachers behind his team's dugout. "Come on Lance, you can do it."
The pitch is a mistake-- a hanging curve-- and Lance doesn't miss it. He rips a vicious line drive down the line that nearly takes the diving third baseman's glove off.
The ball bounds away into foul territory as his teammates race home. Lance chugs into second with a stand up double. He looks up into the stands finding his Aunt Gwen. She is bounding up and down screaming and clapping.
Even now he finds his eyes focusing on one thing-- those gorgeous tits of her jiggling up and down under the tight tee shirt she is wearing. He gives her a smile and a little wave. He is --for the moment-- a hero and in love. Nothing could be better.
The intense crush he possess for his mom's best friend, who he affectionately calls "Aunt Gweny", is only growing stronger with age.
Lance, bold and aggressive, feels no shame in his nightly masturbating sessions featuring, front and center, his Aunt Gwen strutting around in one of her sexy little bikinis she seemed so fond of running around in this past summer.
He stopped by their house nearly on a daily basis—half because Luke was his best friend, and half because he loved seeing his Aunt Gwen showing off in her bikinis. It was a long and hot summer indeed.(The verbs in red are apparent tense switches. You have been in present tense up to this point and I see no reason for you to be switching to past here.)
Lance takes the mound; bottom of the ninth and only three outs to go. He quickly finds himself in trouble though with the first two batter reaching base thanks to a walk and an error.
The next batter, the fastest player on the opposing team, drops down a near perfect bunt between first base and the mound. Lance races over, and in one deft motion scoops the ball up with his glove and flips it to the first baseman. It is an outstanding play and just by the barest of margins the racing batter is called out.
The runners advance to second and third with still only one out. He strikes out the next batter, and then walks the next one on a borderline three and two pitch that he desperately wanted.
The next batter up, a big kid with muscles on his muscles, is the opposing team's best hitter and his personal nemesis as he has both of his teams hits. Lance carefully works the count to three and two before unleashing his secret weapon.
Luke has a blazing fastball and a nasty curve, but still he wanted to add a third pitch to his repertoire. All year he had been working on a change up and finally he unleashes it.
The kid swings hard about a country mile in front of the pitch. Game over. After being mobbed by his teammates he emerges from the throng to find his Aunt Gwen beaming at him.
She looks gorgeous in her short cut off blue jeans and her tight little tee shirt that only comes down about half way to her tummy showing off her well-toned abs. She is obvious not wearing a bra-- as usual-- as Lance's eyes fall helplessly to her perk little nipples poking their way so invitingly against the thin cotton of her tee shirt. Her short golden blonde hair radiates in the late afternoon sun as she opens her arms expecting a hug from him.
Instead of a hug, Lance picks her up and twirls her around. She squeals in surprised delight before he nimbly sits her down on the ground, and then gives her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"What a hero," she gushes as they leave the field hand in hand. The team stops off at a local restaurant after the game to celebrate the victory, but Gwen, anxious to get home to Luke, wants to head home right away. Lance puts aside his celebratory feelings to conform to his aunt's wishes as they start the long drive home.
Roughly an hour and half into the drive, a sudden violent storm overtakes them. Gwen, who had been dozing next to Lance in the front seat, suddenly comes fully awake as the rain lashes at her small car.
"Oh this is bad. My wipers suck . . . my tires . . . God they are almost bald. I was planning on replacing them but . . ." Her voices trails off as she stares out the window.
"Maybe we should stop if you don't think its safe Aunt Gwen," Lance tells her.
"Oh shit I really wanted to make it home to Luke him being sick and everything."
"Yeah, but I am sure he would appreciate you making it home in one piece. Besides I am starting to get tired."
"You wanna stop and rest?"
"Honestly, if we stop that will be it for me. I will get too relaxed and not wanna drive at all."
Gwen sighs. "There was a sign a few miles back. Something about lodging . . . cabins maybe. Exit 107 I think. We just passed exit 108 so it's only a little ways back."
"OK, better play it safe. Turn around, I guess, and let's hope they have a vacancy."
Play it safe.
What he just said rattles around in her brain, and is actually quite ironic as spending the night with Lance holed up in cabin is far from playing it safe.
They get off at exit 107 and follow the signs to
Longview Motel and Cabins
. Hand in hand they race through the cold rain inside to the small office. The owner at the front desk informs them he has vacancies. Two side by side rooms in the hotel will be 67.50 per room. Adding on the tax the total comes to 147 dollars and change. Cash only as the machine that processes debt and credit cards is not working.
Lance checks his wallet as Gwen checks her purse. Between them they only have only 125 dollars. The manager sighs telling him he has no cheaper rooms.
"Hey, what about cabins. The sign says you have cabins too," Lance asks.
"Oh, yeah, out back. I only have one left though. It's the honeymoon suite cabin. Would that be OK for you and your . . ."
"Mom . . . she is my mom," Lance says cheerfully giving Gwen a smile.
"How much?" Gwen asks almost hoping it's more than they have, while at the same time fervently wishing they can afford it.
"I will let you have for 125. It's actually a bit more but I might as well get something instead of letting it sit empty."
"Great, thanks mister," Lance says beaming at Gwen.
"Yes that is great, really great . . .
son."
Gwen replies grabbing the four twenties she has tucked away in her purse and handing them over to the manager.
The small cabin is set off by itself deep in a stand of pine trees. Lance gets the door unlocked and then catching Gwen totally off guard scoops her up in his arms.
"Hey what on Earth are you doing, son?"
"Son . . . I think I like you calling me that, Mother."
He turns, easily ignoring her struggles, angling her body through the doorway. "So why the royal treatment," she cries again trying not to giggle from his tomfoolery.
"Well this is the honeymoon suite so the bride should be carried across the threshold . . . Otherwise it will be bad luck for us."
"Oh, so I suddenly went from being your mother to your wife."
