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Joe Jarvis ran down the wing as fast as his muscular legs could carry him, his tight sexy ass juggling inside his skimpy soccer shorts, the ball at his feet before passing it to a team mate. A few tackles later and the ball sailed through the air back towards Joe who was in the box and rose majestically to head it towards goal, giving the opposing team's keeper not a hope in hell's chance of saving it. Joe gave out a cry of triumph as his header crashed into the net, raising his arms and turning to receive the congratulatory hugs and kisses from his team mates, the football pitch being the only place in the world where grown men could openly kiss each other without anyone so much as batting an eyelid.
Joe's mother Donna, along with the families of the other players and members of the general public, stood on the touchline of the amateur Sunday League match and clapped and cheered, delighted for her son and admiring his sporting prowess, not to mention his physical attributes. Though there were twenty-one other hunky young men displaying nice tight shorts-clad asses, Joe's was definitely the best, as was the entire rest of him, his strong athletic legs and his beautiful handsome face, Joe having been one of those lucky sods who had gone through adolescence without so much as a single spot.
Football in this weather calls for lots of enthusiasm, Donna mused, as she snuggled into her coat and wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck. It was a misty November morning and the chill wind confirmed beyond doubt that winter was well and truly on it way. When the players had trooped out at the start of the match, she had been grateful for her coat, thinking how cold the men looked in their shorts and thin shirts, rubbing their hands together and jumping up and down where they were as they got into their positions and waited for the referee to signify the start of the match.
Now, however, the game was over, the final whistle having gone five minutes after Joe scored and, thanks to his goal, his team trooped off to the changing room in victory, having seen off the opposition by three goals to two. Joe saw his mother smiling at him from the touchline and ran over to speak to her, making no attempt to disguise the beginnings of a bulge in the front of his shorts.
"Hi mom," he said, sweating profusely and still getting his breath back, "enjoy the match?"
"I sure did," replied Donna who was not really a football fan, didn't know the first thing about it, but was only too happy to watch Joe running around in his tight skimpy shorts and knowing that when she got home she would have her son's divine ass all to herself. It was now five years since they had become incestuous lovers after Joe had seduced her one afternoon and although she had been reluctant at first to enter a taboo relationship with her own son, she now couldn't believe how reticent she had been. The last five years had been the most magical time of her life, no more having to go out to clubs and pubs to find a one-night stand just to get a good shag, Joe had pledged his undying love to her right from the start and in that he had never wavered. And the sex was unbelievable!
Joe winked at his mother, a tell-tale sign that he couldn't wait to get her home, and then headed off back to the changing room, again treating Donna to another scintillating view of his tight shorts showing off his ass cheeks to spectacular advantage. Joe's team had been dressed in their customary all blue kit and the silky shorts hugged Joe's buns while the seam in the material heightened the long narrow cleft of his ass crack. Donna licked her lips and went back to the car to wait for Joe to get himself cleaned up and changed, trying to imagine what it must be like in the changing room with eleven sweaty footballers all naked under the showers and no doubt comparing cock sizes into the bargain, even though they were all heterosexual - or so Donna assumed. It never entered her mind to think that some of these great hulking lads might possibly be gay.
Half an hour later, the players began to emerge from the changing room, Joe walking behind a couple of team mates and now dressed in a pair of jeans, sweatshirt and zip-up hooded jacket to ward off the cold. Donna's mouth filled with saliva again, it didn't seem to matter what Joe wore, he was the type of young man who would look sexy in anything, just as he did when he was in the nude.
Joe stopped and had a few words with the other guys which Donna couldn't hear before taking his leave of them and then hurried over to the car and smiled at his mother as he opened the door. "Want me to drive, mom?"
"I don't mind driving," replied Donna, "you must be tired after all that football."
"Not as tired as all that," said Joe, grinning and climbing into the car and planting his now jeans-clad ass into the passenger seat, "if you get my meaning," he added, lasciviously, slamming the door behind him.
Donna smiled as they accelarated away from the sports ground. Donna was finding it difficult to keep her eyes on the road when Joe was sporting such an enormous bulge in his jeans immediately next to her and when they were out on the open road with no other traffic about, he went a stage further, unzipping his jeans and taking out his aroused prick.
"Oh darling," said Donna, risking a glance at Joe's engorged membrane as he peeled back his foreskin, exposing his pink well-rounded knobhead, "you'll make me have an accident."
Joe grinned and zipped himself back up. "Just teasing you, mom," he said, "I can't wait to fuck you again. Nothing better than a great game of football before a hot round of sex."
