My Best Friend's mom

"Okay, Everybody, that's it for today! Good practice everyone," Mrs. Summers called out, clapping her hands to bring all of the team in from the outfield. From your vantage point on the bench, you surreptitiously watch her as she walks back and forth along the front of the dugout, your eyes running up and down her long bare legs as she paces in front of you.

Damn, she's sexy, you think to yourself as you watch the mature brunette, your eyes flicking from her toned bare legs to her ample ass to her full bouncing breasts beneath her baseball jersey. You've always had a thing for your coach, Mrs. Summers. Hell, she's really the only reason you're still playing baseball. You really don't like the game but the opportunity to ogle her three times a week keeps you on the team.

"Hey man, want to come over to my house after practice?" Your friend Jerry asks as he trots in from his position at shortstop.

"Sure, I can come over for a few hours," you assure him, tearing your eyes off of Mrs. Summers to regard Jerry. Your friendship is very unlikely, Jerry is the ultimate jock, living and breathing sports while you are more at home in the library or in front of your computer. But you've been friends since middle school and you know each of you would do anything for the other. You try to spend as much time at Jerry's house as you can, partly to avoid the tension of your own home life but there's another major draw to hanging out at Jerry's... Mrs. Summers, your hot baseball coach, is his mom.

"Cool, I just got that new gaming system," Jerry tells you eagerly.

"Awesome," you nod, your eyes drifting back to watch Mrs. Summers as the rest of the team starts to gather up their gear and disperse.

"Jerry honey, can you and Mark help me with the equipment?" Mrs. Summers asks, glancing over at the two of you sitting on the bench.

"Sure thing, Mom," Jerry nods, hopping up eagerly to help her.

You join him, gathering up the scattered bats and balls, all the time sneaking glances at Mrs. Summers. She's wearing short white shorts today, showing off her toned and tanned legs to good effect, the white shorts tight enough that you're pretty sure you can see her panty line through the sheer nylon. With the three of you working, you have all the equipment gathered up in no time and Jerry tells his mom that you're coming over for the afternoon.

"Oh, good!" She exclaims, turning to look at you with a broad smile. You've always gotten along with Mrs. Summers but you're more than a little curious at her enthusiastic response to you visiting. "Shall we go then?" She asks, slinging the equipment bag over her shoulder and walking to the car. You and Jerry follow after her, you still stealing peeks at her round ass in those short tight shorts.

The drive to their house is short and uneventful, although you could swear that you catch Mrs. Summers glancing repeatedly at you in the rearview mirror. Every time you look up, you see her watching you, her large dark eyes clouded with thought but the moment she sees that you've noticed her, she looks away. She's acting rather odd, you muse to yourself as the car pulls up in front of the large house. Jerry and his family live about twenty minutes outside of town in a large refurbished farmhouse that dwarfs the single level ranch you and your mom live in.