The game slowed to crawl until midway through the second quarter, when an off-tackle run broke through for fifty-five yards, putting Justin into their red zone. The crowd was on its feet, and even Jason was into it now, jumping up and down along with his mother. He held her tight, his hips up against her ass. Her red curls flowed from under her beanie, brushing his face. The smell of her coconut shampoo aroused him, and stiffened his cock. Unlike practice, just the thin fabric of the long johns separating them. He had no hope of hiding his growing erection.
Two more runs advanced the ball, but left them short of a first down. Justin took the snap and stepped back into the pocket. A roar went up when he connected with a receiver in the flats, five yards short of the goal line. They were both jumping up and down when she became aware of the unmistakable bulge pressing up against her ass. She stopped jumping and turned to confront him.
As soon as her eyes met his, he blurted out, “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean for that to happen, it just did. I can’t control it.”
She hesitated, then said, “It’s okay baby.” Holy fuck! She was talking to her son, not her husband. What was she doing calling him baby in this situation? She recovered, and said, “Just move back a little bit so we aren’t so close, that will put an end to it.”
“Mom, it’s too fucking cold, there’s no way I’m moving back. I want to stay warm.”
“Enough,” she said, “do whatever you want. Don’t make me miss another play.”
She turned back to the field in time to see a busted run, losing two yards. It was third and goal. Fuck, she must have missed the first down play. If Justin didn’t pull something off on this play, they would have to settle for a field goal, getting him no closer to the scoring record.
He took the third down snap and swept right for an option pitch. He saw an opening, faked a pitch, then cut up field, his eyes fixed on the goal line. With two crucial blocks from his halfbacks, he strolled into the end zone as the crowd went wild.
Shirley jumped frantically, screaming her lungs out. Jason was equally excited, but content to stand still and let his mom’s ass rub his cock as she jumped. Justin had tied the school record and would almost certainly break it. She stopped jumping, aware of the effect it was having on her son’s cock. Oh my God, she thought, is he trying to get himself off? Fuck, wouldn’t that be ironic, she might be the only one that didn’t get off today. Justin would be the conquering hero tonight, and she had no doubt he would have his choice of any of the cheerleaders.
She turned back and smiled at Jason, deciding to take a bold approach. She couldn’t deny that his sudden interest in her ass had aroused her, but she was unsure of what she should do. “You seem to be getting into this, are you trying… well, you know…” She let her words trail off, waiting to see his reaction.
His face turned… what the hell color was that? Blue from the cold mixed with a red blush. She giggled at the thought of his embarrassment.