Jacob fought to get out from under the other boy. He pushed and squirmed, but couldn't budge under the weight of the other wrestler. The ref dropped to the mat beside them, watching for the pin. Jacob knew he was in trouble.
Jacob's parents jumped to their feet as they looked on.
"Get up, Jacob!" His mom shouted. Her soft little voice drowned out by the crowd.
As he struggled, Jacob saw his mom in the stands. She seemed to be doing a nervous little dance as she looked on and Jacob couldn't help but notice how her big boobs wobbled beneath her thin cotton sweater as she did this. He laughed to himself for a moment.
"What a time for a guy to have his mom's boobs on the brain." He thought.
It was true, eighteen year old Jacob Little was obsessed with boobs and his mom had the biggest rack of any mom he knew. Strangely, as he lay there, he thought back on all the mornings that he sat at the breakfast table gawking. His mother's big braless tits under her thin silk robe were the source of many a morning hard-on.
SLAP!!! Jacob was suddenly jarred back into the present as the ref slapped the mat, announcing his defeat. The crowd sighed in disappointment. It was another lost match for the boy who wanted more than anything to be state champ...well, almost anything.
After the competition Jacob walked across the parking lot with his head hung low. His mom Michelle had her arm around him as they walked side by side.
"You'll get 'em next time, son." His dad said.
The heels of Michelle's sandals clicked against the payment, drawing her son's attention. Jacob was in love with his mom's feet. He felt his cock stiffen at the mere sight of them. They were soft and small with cute squatty little toes that were always freshly painted. Her high-heeled sandals consisted of a couple of tiny straps that crossed the foot, just above the toes. There were no straps in the back, leaving her sexy arched heels on open display.
They stopped at the car and while Jacob's father got in and unlocked the doors, Michelle stood facing her son. She left her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently. Even with her heels on, Jacob was few inches taller.
"Hey." She said softly.
Jacob looked up into his mom's big brown eyes which seemed to gleam with love.
"Give me a hug, handsome." She whispered.
It was like candy to Jacob's ears. Michelle moved forward and gave her son a great big tit-squasher. Jacob's let out a quivering sigh as he felt his mom's soft spongy sacks flatten against his chest.
Michelle was no dummy. She knew her son was fascinated with her "little girls" as she liked to call them and that by crushing them against his chest as they embraced she would be helping to sooth the disappointing loss.
Jacob said very little the rest of the evening. He went straight to his room where he became absorbed into the world of video games.
Downstairs Jacob's father was watching a ballgame. Michelle tidied up the kitchen as she spoke to her big sister on the phone.
"I don't know, I feel so bad for him, Gail. I mean, all he does is talk about wanting to be a state champion wrestler, but he hasn't won one match so far this year." Michelle explained.
"Well, maybe he's just not motivated enough, sis. I mean, the accomplishment of being state champion is long term. Maybe he needs some short term rewards to keep him motivated." Gail said.
"I could try that I suppose, but if doesn't involve video games he probably won't work for it." Michelle said.
"Is there anything else you think he'd be willing to work for?" Gail asked.
"Well, he is a teenager. A hot bubble bath with a big breasted cheerleader might do the trick." Michelle giggled.
"Okay then, this is what you do. Tell him that if a wins his next match, you'll take off your bra and show him your tits." Gail said.
"Are you crazy! Jesus Christ, Gail, he's my son." Michelle giggled.
"Yes, and he's also a hormonal teenaged boy who can't take his eyes off of those big boobs of yours. You told me so yourself." Gail said.
"Yes I did and I fail to see how unclasping my bra in front of him is going to help remedy that obsession." Michelle answered.
"My God, sis, you are such a prude. They're just boobs. Do you want your son to win or not?" Gail asked.
"Of course I want him to win." She said.
"Then think about it, Michelle. Most boys his age would crawl through a field of cactus to see a set of real tits and if you don't show him, then maybe someone else will." Gail said mischievously.
"No, you won't. I can handle this situation thank you very much." Michelle said sternly.
"We'll, then handle it little sister. You might be pleasantly surprised." Gail said.
It wasn't until later that evening that Michelle decided to have a chat with her son. She had thought long and hard about what her sister had said.
"I always tell people I'd do anything to see my son win. Maybe it's time to put my money where my mouth is." She thought.
Jacob was still engrossed in video-land when he heard a light tap at his door and his mom poked her head in.
"Hey, sweetie, can I come in?" She asked.
"Yeah, sure mom." He said.
Jacob paused his game and sat up, watching his mom step into the room. Michelle had changed into her white short silk robe and her son instantly recognized the fact that she wore no bra beneath it. Her massive breasts seemed to sway ever so gently as she stepped across the room on bare feet.
Michelle sat on the edge of the bed next to her son and Jacob took a second to admire her long silky-smooth legs.
"So when's your next match?" She asked.
"This Friday at seven, but..." He paused.
"But what, sweetie?" She asked.
"I'm think I'm gonna quit the team." He said.
Michelle reached out and took his hand, setting it on her lap.
"No, you're not gonna quit the team." She said reassuringly.
"But, mom, I'm no good. I haven't won a single match this year. I used to want nothing more than to be state champ. Now I'd be happy if I could just win once." He said, hanging his head.
"Sweetie, look at me." She whispered.
Jacob forced himself to look at his mom. Her big brown eyes and pouty lips sent shivers up his spine
"Right now you're a diamond in the rough. You want the reward of being the best, but being the best is still too far away. You need to take this one match at a time. Do all that you can to win that match and then reward yourself for winning." Michelle said. "Reward myself. How do I do that?" He asked.
"Well, that's where mom might be able to help." She said.
Michelle took a second to search for the right words.
"Believe it or not, your mother knows you a little better than you think she does. For example: I know that you keep a stack of girly magazines under your mattress." She smiled.
Jacob began to blush a little.
"How did you know that?" He asked.
"Mom's just know these things, darling." She said.
"I also know that when a boy goes through puberty, any girl that crosses his path is eye candy...even his mom." She explained.
Jacob's face was getting redder by the second. His mom was reading him like a book.
"I know there are parts of me that fascinate you...and they should. You wouldn't be a normal teenager if they didn't." She giggled.
"I want to see my son win more than anything, but I'm just simple homemaker, with not much to offer, except what under this robe." She whispered.
Jacob glanced down at the swell of his mom's breasts and took a big gulp as her comment lingered in the air.
"And a look at what's under this robe may not seem like much of a reward to some, but I have this feeling that you, Jacob Little, will do just about anything to see it slip off my shoulders... Am I right?" She asked.
"Yeah." Jacob muttered, nodding his head with disbelief.
"So here's the deal. You do whatever you have to do to prepare for that fight on Friday. If you win, the robe comes off." She said. "No bra?" Jacob asked.
"No bra...no panties...just me, completely naked. Deal?" She asked.
"Yeah, deal, but...but what if I win the next two matches?" He said excitedly.
"One match at a time, buster. Focus on the goal. Don't let yourself get distracted. I know you can do this." Michelle said confidently.
"God, mom, you're the best." Jacob said.
This time it was Jacob that moved in for a hug and he was given another feel of his mother's charms.
"You better get to bed now. School tomorrow, remember?" She smiled.
"I know, good night, mom." He said.
"Good night, sweetie-pie." She said as she stood up.
Jacob watched the sway of her full heart-shaped ass as she strode towards the door. Feeling his eyes on her, Michelle turned her head and smiled back at him.
"Thanks, mom.... Thanks for helping me." He said.
"Don't thank me yet. You have a match to win." She said.
"Yeah, I know." He said, staring at the ceiling, wondering for the first time if he can truly pull it off.
"Jacob." Michelle's soft voice said.
He glanced back at the door to find his mom still in the doorway. She was in a sexy little pose, resting her arm against the doorframe, which caused her enormous breasts to balloon outward.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too." He sighed. As you could imagine, by this time Jacob's cock was as hard as steel. He hardly slept that night.
