"C'mon Mark! Knock it out of the park!"
Jackie cheered on her son from the stands of his high school baseball field. At eighteen years old, he was the team's best player, and on track for a major league career already.
Jackie was fairly young for a mother, in her late 30s. She regularly trained with her son, and was therefore in great shape. She had long, brunette hair and green eyes, as well as a supple 38C chest. Mark had been born just after her own graduation, but unfortunately, her high school sweetheart wasn't happy with just one woman. After one too many affairs, the pair had split, and so now it was just her and Mark.
Mark stood at the plate, gripping the bat and staring at the pitcher intensely. He was a very fit, eighteen year old senior, with neat, sandy brown hair and hazel eyes, currently clad in his school's Yankee-esque baseball uniform; white with dark blue pinstripes.
The pitcher finally wound up and launched a fastball, but Mark was ready. He swung the aluminum bat and everyone in the park could hear the familiar CLINK as it connected. The ball shot deep into right field.
Mark began to sprint along the basepath. As he rounded first, he realized that the ball had gotten past the outfielder and made it all the way to the fence. As a result, he rounded first and even crossed second, at full speed. As he approached third, he saw the ball from the corner of his eye coming right at the third baseman's glove. With a shout and a forward dive, he slid into third base and collided with the infielder.
He felt a sudden pain in his right arm though as they collided. He grabbed the base with his left hand, and when the dust had finally settled, the umpire shouted 'SAFE!'
He stood up, wincing in pain, realizing that upon the collision with the infielder, he must've strained or pulled a muscle in his upper arm. He called for a time out and the coach approached.
"You alright, son?" He asked.
"I don't know. Nngh," Mark groaned, trying to stretch his arm and quickly pulling it back.
"It's alright, that triple was amazing. We'll get a pinch runner up there for you. C'mon, let's get some ice on that."
Mark was helped off the field, and forced to watch the rest of the game from the dugout, holding an icepack on his sore arm. Fortunately though, the triple he'd hit was just the edge the team needed to take the lead, and hold on to it until the final out.
Afterwards, he met up with Jackie, who helped him into the car. As they began the trip home, she glanced over at him, a concerned look on her face.
"How's the arm, champ?"
"I'll be fine in a few days, I'm sure. It's just really sore."
"When we get home, I'll give you a massage. That should help."
"Thanks mom," Mark replied, wincing as he again tried to stretch his arm.
The rest of the car ride home was uneventful, and once they'd arrived, Mark took a quick shower to get washed up. Afterwards he slipped on a pair of track pants and went to find his mother.
Jackie was in her bedroom, and she too had washed up and gotten comfortable. She was now clad in a pair of pastel pink silk lounge shorts and a white tank top. Mark could smell the scent of honeysuckle, and realized it was coming from candles Jackie had lit on her nightstand.
"Go ahead and lay down honey, I'll try to make your arm feel better," she said, gesturing to the bed.
Mark crawled onto the soft silk sheets and lay down on his stomach, resting his face on the pillow. Jackie crawled onto the bed and straddled his lower back. Through the thin fabric of the silk shorts she was wearing, he could feel a lot of warmth. It made him slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time, his cock gave a little twitch.
