The sun scorched the soccer field for hours. The group of high school players practiced since early in the morning. School began in a couple weeks and the coaches needed to assemble their squads and shake out all the off-season rust.
"Alright guys, we'll call you all in a week, whether you make the team or not. We're going to have one final practice tomorrow so don't hold anything back," the male coach said to the assembled players. "We're done. Relax. Hit the showers."
Nik patted a teammate on the back, walking off to the stands. Some of the parents hung around, watching their kids play. He smiled brightly, noticing his mother wave to him. Most of the other mothers looked like mothers, middle-aged and worn out. Maybe one or two of them got extra points for a horny teenager into MILFs, but Nik's mother scored off the charts.
Tight jeans hugged thin legs, and an equally tight t-shirt allowed her slim, busty physique to be enjoyed by all.
"I'm going to need another ride out here again tomorrow, mom," he told her.
"Just tell me the time, hunny. I got snacks for you in the car," she smiled, warmly.
Her bust had the proper amount of bounce, not enough to be over exaggerated but enough pep to make the other moms jealous. She gave her son a hug, leading him back to their car.
"Coach said he'd call during the week," Nik said, strapping in.
"You've got nothing to worry about. You're the best player on the team."
"Aunt Krystal told me she'd get me a tour of the pro facilities."
"Yeah? Were you chatting with her last night?" Veronika asked.
"She sends her love. She called pretty late. Wanted to tell me about Europe."
"Always the jetsetter, that one. Remember, young man, I don't want you slacking on your grades just because you're getting scouted by the big universities."
Nik nodded, but then suddenly winched in pain.
"What's wrong?" Veronika asked.
"My back is sore. I hit the ground hard when a teammate landed on me from a tackle."
"That isn't good. Can't have you hurt before the season even starts. When we get home I'll give you a back rub and loosen you up."
"Thanks, mom," he replied, tentatively.
"Spill it, Nik. What aren't you telling me? I can see it on your face."
He hesitated for a moment before answering.
"You didn't mention anything about today."
"Today? Look under the front seat."
Hesitation turned to a bright smile. A small package, neatly giftwrapped, rested under the seat.
"Happy eighteenth birthday to my young man. You're no longer a child."
Nik opened up the package. Inside he saw a wad of cash.
"I thought I'd do something different this year for you," she replied before he could ask the question. "You only turn eighteen once. I want you to get something you want. Don't want to ruin it by buying something that'll disappoint you."
"I'm happy with all your presents, mom. Thanks. I love you."
"I love you too, Nik."
After a short drive, they arrived at their suburban home. Located on the outskirts of the city, it combined small town charm with privacy. Veronika parked in the large driveway. The smell of fresh grass and gas filled the air.
"Go get cleaned up and then I'll give you that massage, okay?" she said as they walked into the house.
"Sure, mom," Nik replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek before heading to the shower.
Veronika immediately walked into the kitchen to get dinner ready, flushed and blushing. Nik didn't see it but his plutonic kiss made Veronika's head spin. Her heart beat faster, thumping through her chest wildly. Today he officially turned eighteen. Unconsciously, she bit her bottom lip slightly while setting out juice for when he got out of the shower.
The mother wasn't dense. Her son had a man's body, fit and firm. He didn't sport bulging muscles like a football player but the muscles he did have were cut and ripped. Once Nik turned seventeen a year ago, Veronika's emotions began to change. A normal, maternal bonding turned to an obsessive clinginess, as she made sure his every need and want got taken care off.
It did not take long for Nik to shower up and head into the kitchen searching for nutrition. He grabbed the first glass of juice he saw, gulping it down instantly. He took the second, thanked his mother, and then headed back upstairs.
He did not wear a shirt. Veronika could not help but look at him like a mother shouldn't. A deep need grew inside her the past year. Each day closer to his birthday the need expanded, consuming more of her waking thoughts.
"Nik, it is your birthday. Why don't I get us takeout tonight? Want pizza?" she called out.
"Sure, mom, you know how I like it," he shouted from upstairs.
Quickly, she placed an order to his favorite pizza joint. Once completed, Veronika walked up to her bedroom to grab a bottle of lotion.
"You decent in there, sweetie?" she asked, opening his door a crack.
"Yeah, just reading."
She stepped in. Still shirtless, he laid on his bed reading a soccer magazine.
"Oh, Krystal sent that to you last week," Veronika said, seeing her sister on the cover.
"Yeah, felt like reading it again."
"Lay on your stomach. I've got some lotion here that'll help with your aches."
Nik nodded, putting the magazine aside, and rolling onto his stomach. Head resting on a pillow, he wore only a pair of loose shorts. Veronika never changed clothing before sliding up onto him.
"You're right, it was a bad fall. I can see the bruise," she commented, rubbing a bit of lotion onto it.
Nik winched slightly but settled down.
"His elbow jabbed me," he said.
"Just forget about it, baby. Close your eyes and relax. Let mommy take care of her special man," she cooed.
Rubbing lotion into her hands, she slid her fingers over his well-developed back softly and sensually. Veronika rubbed him down lots of times before, making sure to keep him pain free and limber. This moment it felt different, felt sexual. Each breath she inhaled his scent. She could smell his masculine musk. It made her pussy quiver in forbidden anticipation. She also smelled his blood, enticing her further down the taboo path.
Fingers pushed deep into Nik's skin and muscles, massaging away all the pain. Even when his mother touched one of the many bruises from practice, the overall pleasure of the experience kept it at bay. With his eyes closed, he began to drift off to dreamland. Practice took hours and his muscles screamed out for rest.
