I began to strip my clothes off and she told me to stop. "I said lay the fuck down, now! This isn't about you, it's about me!"I did as I was told and ...lay on the floor. She walked up to me with a wicked smile on her face. She hiked up her skirt and squatted over my face. I saw that she had on bright red, silk panties. They smelled amazing. They smelled strong. They smelled of cum! I only had time for a quick, shocked intake of breath before she pulled the panties aside and cum came dripping from. Again, what the hell was I thinking, I'm his mother?Mark got in the pool with me and spent most of the first 15 minutes or so trying to keep some distance between us and not get himself in a position where he had a view of my behind, remember all I had on was the bottoms of my tiny string bikini. He stayed away from me up until I finally asked him if I looked like I was getting sunburned. At that time he came over close and checked my back for me. He said, " mom you look like your starting to. This is a regular game, in which the players wearodd-numbered uniforms. You now have seven technical fouls, one for eachof your starters' uniforms, which puts us in the lead by seven points." Damn and blast!" she said. "That means we will have to work extra hardto win this game, and all because I copied the uniform numbers down fromthe first roster I saw in the coach's office. Don't worry, CoachStanley - we'll give the fans what they crave."And that is just what the Hutchison High School. Dealing with it was a struggle - for the first few months, she’d pleaded with her daughter to stop, to look out for herself. It was only at the end of the previous year that she’d come to terms with her daughter’s role, when Antioch High had been overrun by a cult, transforming the minds of students and teachers alike. Kristine herself had only just managed to avoid being altered - had she been taking detention instead of Ms. Wheaton when the witch struck, she would have been the one convinced.