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They met at the side of the net. Susan was about to launch into a big explanation about how she couldn't play without any breast support at all, but she never got the chance, because he said, "Sorry, Mom. Looks like you lose your skirt."
"My skirt?! Oh no! Son! You're such a meanie!" However, she was extremely horny by this time, and all the sweaty physical exertion just seemed to fuel her lust even more. She turned around, slowly shimmied out of her miniskirt, and spread her legs wide.
She asked in a saucy tone as she stayed bent over, "Is that what you want to see? Does it make you happy to see your mommy's naughty pussy out in the open like this? Are you proud at how soaked you've made her? Do you want to run your hands over her ass? Nasty boy! Meanie! I bet you won't stop until you've got me completely naked!"
He inhaled deeply, reveling in the musky aroma of wet pussy. "Nope, I won't. In fact, this next game, we'll play for the same stakes. If you win, I'll take off my shirt. If I win, you'll take off YOUR top."
"Oh no!" She immediately turned around and tried to pull her skirt down to cover her pussy. She'd gotten into the habit of doing that during the game. The only problem was, she wasn't wearing the skirt anymore. Flustered, she attempted to pull her top down instead, but it was so taut and short that she couldn't even cover her belly button with it.
Frustrated, she shook her fist at him. "Oooh! You! You're toast! I'm gonna win this game, and then the next one too! Then YOU'LL be playing naked!"
To her surprise, he held his arms open wide, indicating he wanted a hug.
Without thinking why, she closed the distance with him. For years, her prudish habits had made her hug-averse, but lately she couldn't get enough of them.
She'd had a vague notion he was going to apologize for being so aggressive, but instead he started French kissing her and fondling her bare ass.
Within seconds, his fly was somehow unzipped and his cock pressed up against her bush, burning her skin with its erotic heat. And also mysteriously, her shoulder straps slid down to her elbows, effectively pinning her arms at her sides and leaving her huge melons completely exposed. His hands alternated between kneading her ass cheeks and her creamy tits.
She mewled in protest but completely ineffectively, since she was too busy dueling with her tongue to break the kiss and complain with words. She just made her usual "Mmmm!" sounds, which came out sounding more erotic than upset. Oh no! His cock really NEEDS to get pleasured by my hands! But not here, out in the open where anyone could see! We could be ruined if they know who we are!
Alan remembered Suzanne's advice to be more aggressive, so he was trying to do just that.
The mysteries piled up, because she somehow found herself jacking him off as they kept kissing, even though she hadn't intended to do that. Her hand just kind of wound up there, and she found it impossible to simply hold his shaft without stroking it too.
She thought as she panted hard, Dear God! So good! So good! I don't even care where we are. Well, I do care, but it just can't be helped this time. Suzanne is so right! How lucky am I that the 'treatment' my son needs involves constantly pleasuring this manly cock? Mmmm! And the way he's pulling on my nipples... My Lord, this is Heaven on Earth!
But then she felt a particularly powerful breeze blow up her ass crack and between her legs, tingling her pussy, and even though she already was very mindful of their outdoor location, the breeze heightened her shame that she was standing outside, right in the middle of a tennis court, wearing little more than tennis shoes, a cap, and a top hanging uselessly around her waist. She abruptly pulled back until she was out of arm's reach.
She stood there still proudly topless, and asked, "What was that all about?"
"You're just so hot and sexy, I can't resist. I even love the way you look and smell when you're all sweaty."
Darn it! she cursed to herself. My son is such a sexy, confident STUD! How can I resist, when he talks and acts like that?
But she finally did her best to put her skimpy top back into place. Oh my! I can't believe this is all I have to wear. It's more naked than naked!
Then she said, defiantly, "Stand there looking all cocky, Mr. Big Cock. But I have news for you: you're gonna LOSE! You're gonna go down in flames! You might as well take your shirt off now and stuff it in a toaster, 'cos it's toast!"
He was all smiles, because he loved her feisty spirit. "Yeah, well, we'll see." He tucked his erection back into his shorts and bent down to pick up a tennis ball. Then he stood and asked, "Whose turn is it to serve?"
Susan picked up her racquet and strutted back to the serve line to play the next game.
As Alan stood on his side, ready to resume playing, he had to stifle the urge to laugh. There was something really amusing about seeing his mother standing there with an intense look of determination, yet naked from her belly button on down. Her dark brown bush stood out against her very fair skin in the midday sun.
Unfortunately for Susan, her mind was determined enough, but her body had reached such a horny fevered pitch after his fondling and kissing that she was pretty much rendered incapable of playing tennis competently. She didn't give up, but it was as if her skill was cut in half. After losing the first two points, she knew she was going to lose the game, and with it, her top.
They played out the rest of the game, but her skills continued to nosedive as her loss became more of a certainty. All she could think about was how she would soon be standing in the middle of Suzanne's backyard, wearing nothing but her tennis shoes, socks, cap, and glasses. Thinking that only increased her arousal, which made it more difficult to play, which made her still more aroused, and so on. It was a vicious circle of constantly-increasing lust.
By the time the game mercifully ended and Alan won, her pussy juices were dripping far down her legs. She tossed her racquet away and fell to her knees, because she was simply too overcome with lust to remain standing.
My God! My GOD! Tiger just defeated me. And I don't just mean in tennis; he utterly destroyed me, body and soul! I thought I was so clever, flashing him at just the right times, but there's no beating his clever mind and powerful cock! I really thought I'd get him to take off his shirt, at least, but no! As usual, I end up buck naked and panting for his thick cock-meat!
He put his racquet on the bench, picked up a bottle of water, and walked to the side of the court. He stood in front of his mother and took a much-needed chug of water. Even when he was playing at his best it had been a tough match, because Susan had such a fit and athletic body.
She sat up on her knees and dramatically pulled her top over her head. She tossed it away, not caring where it went, just like her racquet. It seemed to take minutes for her big tits to stop jiggling.
He held his breath. Jeeeesus! Of course I'm well aware that Mom is stacked and stunning, but dammit, at times like this it's like I'm hit by a two-by-four all over again! DAMN, I'm friggin' aroused beyond belief!
She cupped her globes from underneath, saying, "Look, Son, look! You won!"
"Not necessarily," he pointed out, as he finally resumed breathing. His heart was racing wildly, yet he managed to sound relatively calm as he asked, "Thirsty?"
She nodded.
Instead of simply handing her the water bottle, which would have forced her to stop clenching her immense breasts with both hands, he held it over her face and poured it towards her mouth.
She opened her mouth wide and enough water flowed in to quench her thirst. But of course the water also gushed all over her face.
Satisfied at the very sexy display, he handed her the bottle so she could actually drink normally.
She took a long sip, after which she exhaled heartily, showing her appreciation.
But then she leaned even further back and resumed pouring the water over her naked body. She focused on her big tits, completely drenching them. She emptied most of the nearly-full bottle, leaving even her tummy and legs quite wet.
Chills ran up and down her spine as the cool water splashed over her hot, sweaty skin. All her nerves tingled. But what she loved even more was the blowjob symbolism. She'd had to open her mouth wide, just as if he were about to slide his manhood into it, so it was easy for her to imagine that it was his cum pouring all over her, not just water.
She gasped, "Oh! Tiger! MMMM! So HOT!" So much cum! So much! Such spermy goodness! He's drenching me in his fertile seed! I wish he really could cum this much, every time!
He smiled from ear to ear; he definitely had to agree with the "so hot" sentiment. But he continued to speak casually, as if she weren't naked and soaking wet in the middle of the tennis court. "The game score is only three to four. You're still in the lead. You just might pull this out." He didn't believe that for a second, though, not anymore. She looked wild-eyed, and he frankly doubted she could even get it together enough to stand.
She continued to maintain her obscene pose, with her tits thrust up and out. She shook herself a little bit, causing water to fly in every direction. "That means nothing and you know it! You know that I can't play out the rest of the set without a sports bra. I've been thoroughly defeated in every way... and it feels so good! You were holding back, not playing your 'A' game until the end. I can see that now. So clever! Playing me like a puppet on a string. Oh God, it makes me so hot to be totally bested by my own child!"
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