Tom Allison

Stacked hot mom

CHAPTER ONE

"Ow!" Tony grimaced, twisting on the bed as his mother rubbed his back. "Be careful, Mom! That really hurts!"

"I'm sorry, darling," Sylvia sighed. She sat straddling his hips, kneading her thumbs into the aching muscles paralleling his spine. "I'm doing my best. I'm afraid you're just going to have to get used to this kind of pain if you keep playing football."

Tony said nothing. He lay naked on his stomach, a towel modestly covering his bare ass, a tall, lean, handsome teen who wanted nothing more than to be the star wide receiver on his varsity football team. In practice that day, he'd hurt his back after leaping for an overthrown pass. Sylvia had worked as a nurse during the early years of her marriage, and she knew that the injury was nothing more than a back spasm that would disappear within a few days.

"It's so embarrassing," Tony sighed. "I haven't even made the team yet, and I have to get injured."

"Now, now," Sylvia chided. "You know it's not your fault, darling."

"I wish we didn't look so much alike," Tony said softly.

"Oh? What's wrong with us looking alike?" Sylvia smiled.

She had short, wavy, dark-brown hair, like her son, and they also shared their naturally olive-tan skin and wide brown eyes. People always immediately identified Tony as her son, but they often thought that Craig, was adopted. Craig was a blond, like her kid sister Jill.

"Well, everyone could tell you were my mom," Tony protested. "I mean, they all know it was my own mom driving me home after I got myself hurt."

"What did you want them to think?" Sylvia giggled, playfully pinching his ass through the towel. "That I was a mysterious older woman?"