"So how was the hand-job?" Gail asked her sister as they spoke on the phone.
"You mean hand-jobs?" Michelle answered.
"You got him off more than once?" Gail asked.
"I got him off twice in the shower, twice in bed last night, once this morning and twice on the car right home. I believe that makes seven if I'm not mistaken." Michelle said proudly.
"Holy fuck, Michelle. Seven orgasms? Are you serious?" Gail exclaimed.
"He's like the energizer bunny. He just keep going and going and going." Michelle giggled.
"Oh my God, Sis, I want him." Gail said.
"Well, funny you should say that. Guess where his next match is?" Michelle asked.
"Get the fuck out." Gail said.
"Yep, Coleville High. Right down the street from you." Michelle said.
"Oh my God, that's so cool, Michelle. You guy's have to stay at the house." Gail exclaimed.
"I don't know, Gail...if he wins we're gonna need some privacy. Maybe it would just be better if we got a room again." Michelle said.
"Don't be insane. I'll get rid of Steven and the girls for the night. It'll be just the three of us." Gail said.
"Fine, but remember, he can't fuck either one of us. Not yet. This time it's blow-jobs only." Michelle explained.
"Can he ride my rump?" Gail asked.
"Blow-jobs only, Gail. Remember, you're the one who's been preaching to me about setting limits and as hard as it's been I think I've done a pretty damn good job not letting things get out of control." Michelle said.
Jacob arrived home from school and found his mom in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"Hey, mom." He said.
"Hey, handsome. How was practice?" She asked.
"Good. Coach taught us a few new moves. Can I try one on you?" Jacob asked.
"Sure, why not." Michelle said, turning to face her son.
Jacob moved slowly towards her and threw one of his arms around her waist.
"You move towards your opponent and get an arm around them like this." He said.
"Uh-huh." Michelle said, playing along.
"Then, you pull them against you, like this." He said, tugging his mom forward until her big tits bounced against his chest.
"Okay, then what?" Michelle asked teasingly, sliding one of her bare feet up the back of Jacob's calf.
"Then I give them a big kiss on the lips." Jacob said.
"Well...I guess you better make your move then." Michelle said, gazing into his eyes.
Jacob gave his mom a slow sensual kiss on the lips. Their lips parted and there tongues flailed together for a few seconds before Michelle broke it off.
"You're getting good at that." She smiled.
"I had a good teacher." He said.
"You better be careful. Mom may have a few moves of her own." Michelle said seductively.
"Will you show me one." Jacob smiled.
"Well, first...I'll wrap my arms around my opponent's neck, like this." Michelle said, throwing her arms around Jacob's neck.
"Then, once my big mommy-boobs are squashed against his chest..." she started, then, jumped up off the floor, wrapping her legs around Jacob's waist.
"...I'll wrap my long matronly legs around his waist trapping him between them." She said.
Jacob's hands went to his mom's thighs to help support her weight. Michelle had on a three-quarter length sundress, which had now ridden up, exposing most of her long silky-smooth legs as they coiled around Jacob's waist.
"Wow, that's a pretty good move, mom." He said, now looking slightly up at her.
"I'm not finished." She smiled.
"You're not." He smiled.
"Now that I have my opponent right where I want him, I move in slowly and whisper sweet nothings into his ear." She said, moving her lips to his ear.
"Win this week so I can suck on you." She whispered.
Michelle's words made Jacob's knees go weak and he stepped backwards. When the back of his legs hit the chair, he quickly sat. Michelle let out a playful yelp as she went down with him, the swell of his boner now crushed against her nest.
"Well now, Jacob Little, I believe your mom just got the take-down." She joked, gazing down at him.
"Yeah, but haven't pinned me yet." He said.
"Oh I haven't huh." She said, grabbing his arms.
Michelle slowly tucked Jacob's arms behind his back, thrusting her breasts against him, Jacob marveled at the way her boobs were now pancaked against his chest, her face now hovering over his.
"I do believe, dear son of mine, that your mom has this match won." She said.
"I think you're right." Jacob muttered.
"So what do I get for winning a match?" She smiled naughtily.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"I wanna sit on your face." She said in a serious tone.
"You do?" Jacob gulped.
"Yeah, I do. All those orgasms I've given you the past few weeks, I think I deserve at least one. So what about it, handsome, wanna smooch with the pooch?" She asked.
"Okay." Jacob muttered, his heart pounding in his chest.
Michelle slid off her son and held her hand out.
"Come on." She said.
Jacob took her hand and Michelle led him into the living room. Jacob couldn't take his eyes off her big bubbly ass is it swayed invitingly beneath her skirt.
Michelle stopped in front of the sofa and faced her son, taking both his hands in hers.
"As you get older you're going to learn that the entrance to a girl's heart is between her legs. A lot of young princess may knock at the door, but only a few come with that glass slipper." She explained.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"What I mean is most boys grow into adulthood without knowing the slightest thing about a woman's vagina. You're not going to be one of those boys, which, my dear, is going to give you the advantage." She said.