The buffalo was the school mascot, and tradition had it that two cheerleaders in a buffalo costume would romp across the field during halftime, harassing the other cheerleaders.
“I got caught up in the school spirit, since it’s Justin’s last game. I just wanted to be part of it, rather than just another mom cheering from the stands. It will be great, and we’ve been practicing all week.”
Shirley had picked up the buffalo costume after the last game and had practiced with Jason every day. It turned out to be a lot harder than it looked. To put it on, she had to step into the front legs through the zipper opening on the buffalo’s back, then duck under the shoulders and stick her head up through the opening in the neck. He had to step in behind her, into the back legs, then bend over and hold onto her hips while she stuck her arms through small slits to reach back and zip up the back opening. The last step was for her to pick up the head and put it on, withdrawing her arms back into the costume.
Their first attempt was a comedy of errors, punctuated by fits of laughter. It didn’t take Jason long to realize that close contact with his mother might be a problem. When he stepped in behind her, he ended up standing snug against her butt. When she bent down to get her head through the neck opening she pressed back against him even tighter, directly against his groin. At first he thought he could ignore it, but with each subsequent attempt, his imagination ran wild whenever her ample ass pressed against his cock. It wasn’t long before he got hard. Fortunately, his cock hung down, stiffening in his pant leg, far enough down that his mother didn’t detect it.
If this wasn’t bad enough, when he bent down so she could zip up the back, his face came in contact with her ass. Initially, he turned aside, out of respect for his mother. She wore jeans, so there was a lot of fabric between them, but the harder his cock got, the more he turned his head into her ass, fueling his newfound fantasy. If she detected what he was up to, she didn’t let on.
After several tries, they got it down to less than two minutes. However, putting it on was easy compared to walking, much less romping. She had watched the cheerleaders do this each week during football season and knew the moves they would have to learn. This proved even more challenging for Jason. His mom led the way, jumping and bobbing while he matched her moves from behind, with his face plastered against her ass. It was a form of erotic torment that demanded relief. When they finished each day, he was out of costume first, before his mother could see the state he was in. He made a quick escape to his bedroom and jacked himself off while fantasizing about his mom’s fantastic ass.
After a week of practice every day, they were able to do a respectable job and she was confident they would pull it off. They worked out a series of commands for each move, and she would shout them out for him to follow.
He was disappointed that practice had come to an end, but turned his mind to their upcoming performance, fueling a new round of fantasies.