“Take your time baby,” she cooed, “we’ve got the whole second half.” Fuck! There it was again, talking to her son like a lover.
He took her advice, letting her set the pace in sync with the roars of the crowd. Justin’s next scoring drive took a lot of time off the clock, with his mother jumping up and down on his cock with each advance. The ebb and flow of his orgasm was incredible, lasting far longer than anything he had experienced before. When Justin scored on a quarterback sneak, she jumped relentlessly until he blew his load inside her for a second time.
“How was that baby?” she cooed, proud of the timing of her accomplishment.
“You’re the best Mom, did you get off.”
“Not this time,” she whispered, “I was too focused on the game. But stay inside me, we’ll try one more time before the game ends.”
“I don’t know, I’ve never got off three times in a row.”
“Don’t worry Jason, you’re young and virile, it will happen. Trust me.”
It was late in the second half when Justin got his team back into the red zone. She kept working Jason’s cock, squeezing him inside her until he got hard again. With another scoring opportunity in the offing, she slipped a hand down between her legs as she jumped on his cock. Insurance, she rationalized, wanting to get off one more time before the game ended, and before she had to come to terms with what she and Jason were doing.
The crowd roared, on their feet as Justin launched the last pass of his high school career.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her shouts were drowned out by the crowd, heard only by her son. “I’m cumming. Cum with me baby.”
Jason stayed with her, heeding her command, blowing his load into her as the crowd went wild when Justin completed the pass. She melted into his waiting arms as her orgasm subsided.
*****
Out of the costume and back in their street clothes, Shirley spotted her husband.
“John,” she shouted.
“Hey, what a game,” he said, approaching them. “And that halftime performance, you two outdid yourselves.”
“You think so Dad,” Jason said, managing to conceal his private glee.
“Oh yeah,” he said, “and the crowd seemed to eat it up. Good job!”
“Thanks,” Jason said, “but the credit should go to Mom, she had to drag me out here tonight.”
John smiled at his wife, pleased that they were all involved in this special night. “Hey, I almost forgot, Happy Birthday Jason!”
“Thanks Dad, it will be a long time before I forget this night.”
Shirley chimed in, nearly choking on her words, “That’s right, it was a night to remember. Happy Birthday son.”
“Justin’s going to stay for the team celebration, so I’m going to wait for him,” John said, “you two head on home.”
It was a thirty minute ride home and Jason bubbled over with enthusiasm. “Mom, that was so cool, I can’t believe you let me do that,” he said exuberantly.
Shirley dreaded this conversation. She was torn, not wanting to crush her son’s excitement, but conflicted about what they had just done. She certainly didn’t start the day intending to cross that line. Or did she? The frustration she experienced this morning was never far from the back of her mind. Fuck, what do I do now? “I know Jason,” she said tentatively, “but we went too far. That should never have happened.”