A few hours passed after the last incident, and Ricky and I both finished showering. I was perfectly fine being covered in Ms.Jenny’s sweat and musk but Ricky felt like had to wash immediately.
“My mom is so gross bro. She sweats so much, she’s got her own odor… and I kept getting smacked in the head by her damn boob. And she had all those stains on her shirt, she’s a slob bro”. Ricky complained. I quickly agreed, trying not to argue how hot and sexy that experience actually was, and chirped in, “yeah I guess when you’re that big, you tend to sweat and smell more…”.
“Oh yeah. I love her, but I’m going to have to start telling her to take showers twice a day. I don’t need the whole house smelling like her or slipping on her sweat on the floor. Anyways , let’s go outside and ball. I’ve been practicing my jumper all summer”, Ricky said.
Ricky and I had both been playing basketball since we were young, and while we weren’t tall, we were good enough to be competitive in every other area. We could dribble and shoot pretty well, and while Ricky was more of a Tony Parker type, scoring most of his points near the rim, I tried to be like a mini Dirk Nowitzki fading away and shooting my way towards a win.
Ricky’s huge house also had a large driveway and professional rim, so we always had plenty of room to move around play. As we walked to the driveway, I heard some really loud metal music seeping through the garage.
“What’s that sound?” I asked Ricky.
“Oh that’s just Mom’s workout music. While she still loves Taylor Swift, oldies, and pop, she says metal gets her the most pumped up. Just try to ignore it, Mom’s workout sessions tend to be kind of long.” Ricky replied.
We had both always been competitive, so while we spent the first 20 minutes outside warming up, we were soon ready to play 1 on 1.
“I’m going to get you back from yesterday. There’s no way you can shoot that hot today Danny”.
It was a close few games, but I managed to beat Ricky both times 11-8, 11-9 yesterday. Even though he was faster than me, and a much better defender, once I started getting in the zone, I couldn’t miss. Ricky was up 9-2 at one point, slashing and laying the ball in, while also playing lockdown defense on me and getting turnovers. I steeled myself and then went on such a hot 3pt. Shooting streak was reminiscent of Steph Curry. We shot for the ball, and I naturally made my first one.
“Damn Danny, you’re an excellent shooter. You gotta teach me how you're so consistent one of these days…” ricky said
“Only if you teach me how to drive so well. I’m always afraid to drive in and get my shot blocked”
“It just takes confidence and skill haha. We just both need to learn from each other.”
The first game up to 11 started, and it was initially very close. We both were playing tough, so even though 30 minutes had passed, the score was only 6 to 4 Ricky. Ricky then went on a mini hot streak and made a 3 he usually missed, as well as a perfect floater over my head and suddenly it was 9 to 4. I was focused on the game but heard the metal music subside and thought nothing of it. My mind had to be focused here, or I’d lose the game handily.
I managed to get a steal from Ricky and knew this was my opportunity to convert. Since I usually shot a pull up 3 to try to get myself back in the game at this position, Ricky was playing me very tight trying to prevent that from happening. I used this knowledge to fake a shot, get him to jump, and run down the lane to score an easy 2. The next few shots were an immediate 3 pointer after checking the ball, and a few layups that took a lucky bounce. The score was tied 9-9, and Ricky was determined to not see his lead slip away again.
“Next time I get the ball, I’m going to win,” he shouted.
I had to make sure that didn’t happen. I must have been feeling myself because after Ricky played such tight defense I was forced to circle back to the 3 pt. Line. I gave him a perfect crossover that created some space in between us. While I could’ve used this opportunity to drive to the rim and score a 2, I wanted to ice the game right there. I stepped back, summoned my strength and launched a three over Ricky’s outstretched hands that was a perfect swish
“Gametime! I said feeling myself.
“”Damn you’re so clutch Danny” Ricky acknowledged.
We gave each other a fist bump over the close game and went to get the ball rolling into the garage when a sultry, rich voice shouted “That was so impressive Danny! Nice try Ricky!”.
Ms.Jenny stood there in just a white tank top and some skin tight gym shorts finally showing off her monstrous body in full glory. She was perfectly proportioned and looked like a slightly smaller, but buffer version of Shaquille O’Neal in his prime. Her tank top only just covered her large breasts and revealed her flat and toned stomach. While her body fat wasn’t low enough to have visible abs, she still looked supremely fit and muscular. Her gigantic arms and massive hands easily palmed the basketball, but her enormous thighs and quads truly stole the show. They bulged with muscle with each step, and finally unrestricted of sweatpants, easily looked like they were the size of Ricky and I’s waists put together, which they probably were. Ms.Jenny unconsciously flexed her monumental legs as she bent down to pick up the ball, and you could see just how powerful they were. There was a complete separation and the three headed monster of muscle protruded high above the deep valleys in her quad. Her titanic butt became engorged with power and you could see how thick and shapely her glutes were. Her ass prominently stuck out behind her, and the immense roundness of each butt cheek was easily visible. Both of us were gawking at this massive human in front of us.
“Can I play with you guys?” she sweetly asked.
“Mom, you’ve never played basketball in your life, why do you want to play now?” Ricky asked
“I just want to spend some more time with you guys now that I’m back and try to participate a bit more in your interests” Ms.Jenny responded.
Ricky smiled and gestured her over.
“Let me warm up a bit first,” she said.
Ms.Jenny proceeded to do some stretches and then awkwardly dribbled the ball between her massive hands. It was clear she had never done this before as she lost the ball multiple times, and was looking down at her hands the entire time. She shook her head at her lack of skill, but still seemed really happy and optimistic.
“Don’t worry, it’s going to take some practice and effort, and not every player has to be a great dribbler” I said.
“So what type of player am I?” Ms.Jenny chuckled
“Definitely a center Mom. You need to use your big body to post people up and try to score. It’s going to take some time learning the moves, but you should have some genetic potential considering how good your son is.” Ricky laughed
“Oh I know you guys are much better than me, y’all have been playing since you were little. I just want to be able to not be terrible” Ms.Jenny humbly said.
“Here Mom, I’m going to show you a full highlight reel of Shaq and then you’ll practice scoring on me or Ricky. It’s ok if you don’t make any baskets right away. It takes a lot of time and practice to gain full control.”
Ms.Jenny nodded in approval and eagerly walked us up to start learning some skills.
The first drill Ricky asked his mom to do was back down someone in the post and score. Ricky checked her the ball and told her to face her back to him and back him down until she could get close to the rim and score. Ms.Jenny watched the video one more time, said it was understandable and got to work. Without even the slightest bit of effort, Ms.Jenny’s powerful rear instantly uprooted Ricky off the ground and she got to the paint in no time.
“Looks like I got it, but next time I’ll have to try since you’ll actually be guarding me” Ms.Jenny wondered.
“I was trying Mom” Ricky sheepishly said. “But you’re really big. Let’s try again, I’ll give my full effort”.
Ms.Jenny again started from the key and easily backed down Ricky with her muscular ass.
“Honey, are you trying?” Ms.Jenny genuinely wondered.
“Yeah Mom, but you have to try to score as well.” Ricky said, trying his best to guard her.
“Ok, here goes… “ Ms.Jenny said with a determined look on her face.
Then she did something that blew our minds. Just like Shaq, she did his signature drop step, used her elbows for leverage, turned around and powered past Ricky as if he was a flea on the wall. He tried grabbing onto her to slow her down, but her diesel engine legs coiled up, and powerfully lifted them both off the ground. Not even noticing Ricky’s weight on her body, she brought the ball behind her head, and performed a thunderous two handed dunk. The rim strained at her massive weight and she gracefully landed on the ground with a stunned Ricky still on her waist. He looked at her in awe as he slowly got off. I was equally stunned with how much power she showcased.
Ms.Jenny blushed at Ricky and I, smacked her rippling thighs and said, “Mama’s got some moves”.
“Damn Mom, that was just like Shaq '' Ricky incredulously said. I nodded my head in furious agreement.
“I had no idea you could actually dunk….. That’s been a dream of Danny and mine since we were kids….” Ricky admitted. Ms.Jenny turned beat red in embarrassment of the awe we projected onto her and she quickly said, “I had no idea either until now, but with enough time in the gym, you guys might be able to dunk as well,” she said, trying to convince us. I could spend the rest of my life in the gym and there was no way I’d ever be able to do that…
“You’re also a foot taller than us” Ricky pointed out.
“Well I guess that helps too….” Ms.Jenny admitted.
Ricky and I proceeded to run a few more drills with Ms.Jenny to check the rest of her talents. We taught her how to play defense, and within a few minutes, she became better than we could ever dream of. Ms.Jenny’s natural physical talents were so immense that she didn’t need to rely on reading our movement, or following the ball like a savvy veteran would do. She was so big and strong that there was no way Ricky and I could muscle past her to create space. Everytime we tried ramming into her, it felt like hitting a solid brick wall. And she was so lengthy and quick that even if we could run past her, she could close the space in an instant and perform a monster chasedown block. While we were doing our best to score, Ms.Jenny must’ve thought we weren’t even trying. On offense, she was more of a mixed bag. Her raw power and speed meant she could easily blow past us and dunk, but she also had quite a few turnovers and misses. This was her first time playing, so dribbling was obviously hard for her. She was prone to carrying the ball, and didn’t have great footwork. She didn’t understand traveling or moving the pivot foot, so a lot of times we would force her to do it again. And while her massive hands could easily palm the ball, this made shooting a lot more difficult for her, like most tall players. Coupled with the fact that she never actually shot a basketball, this made her a terrible shooter. She clearly underestimated her power as she would bend down all the way like a little kid shooting, and launch the ball so high and far, it would miss the net by miles. She sheepishly grinned and apologized everytime Ricky and I would have to sprint far to retrieve the ball. Eventually we felt like this was the best we could train her in a day, and Ms.Jenny immediately requested some 1on1s. She was fiercely competitive, but it seemed she only tried if her competition was up to snuff. We were about to find out if we could hang with her….
Ricky vs. Ms.Jenny was first. They shot for ball, and while Ricky missed a few times, Ms.Jenny was never even close. He eventually made one, and must’ve gotten some confidence from her initial poor performance.
“Even though you’re a beginner, I’m not going easy on you” Ricky declared.
“You think you can take on Mama?” Ms.Jenny teased.
“Easily” Ricky boasted. “Winner gets to pick the movie tonight”.
“Deal”. They shook hands and Ms.Jenny checked the ball to Ricky. He immediately tried to drive in on her but kept getting pushed back by her massive size. Ricky circled the perimeter a few times and found a small hole he used to go in for a layup. Even though he had her beat, Ms.Jenny’s long and powerful legs quickly closed the distance and she exploded off the ground, blocking his shot. The ball whizzed 20 feet away onto the grass. Still his possession, Ricky tried a variety of floaters and layups to score. All were sent flying by Ms.Jenny’s powerful arms, and she must’ve blocked Ricky at least 6 or 7 times. Eventually Ricky lost control, and turned the ball over after dealing with Ms.Jenny’s stifling defense.
Smiling, Ms.Jenny picked up and palmed the ball and happily said, “Mama’s turn”. She immediately started backing Ricky down with her powerful butt and was about to dunk the ball, when she realized how big of a dream being able to dunk the ball was to him.
Not wanting to embarrass him, she simply jumped up and did a simple lay up over his outstretched arms. She did this again for the next few points, until realizing this was too easy and simple for her. Ms.Jenny then decided to try to play like Ricky and go for short range floaters. Even though she missed a few times, Ms.Jenny was so big and tall, she always got back her own rebound. Ricky could do nothing but helplessly jump up and watch his mom grab the ball from the sky. The match was quickly becoming uncompetitive as Ms.Jenny was up 8-0 after 20 minutes. Ricky was growing despondent and you could see the hope being drained from his eyes. He had been playing for 15 years, practicing all the time, and was getting dominated by his mother who had never even played the game. A few tears were forming in Ricky’s eyes, and even though he tried to hide it, both Ms.Jenny and I saw it.
Feeling terrible and not wanting to humiliate him, Ms.Jenny purposefully started going for jump shots that she knew she would miss. Ricky was able to take back possession, and with Ms.Jenny basically playing no defense, was able to score multiple times until the score was 9-10. Ricky, not understanding how this turn of events was happening, chalked it up to his own skill and beginner’s luck on Ms.Jenny’s end. He started to grow a bit arrogant and mocked her a few times.
“You did good initially Mom, but my experience and skill brought me back into the game. You still need some time before you can beat me.” Ricky taunted. Ms.Jenny letting his ego run, let him quickly score to tie up the game 10-10. Ricky started getting really cocky and started proclaiming all the ways he could end the game. “Should I beat you driving right? Maybe a crossover to a fadeaway, or just floater right over your fingers” Ricky jeered.
Ms.Jenny, still keeping her cool, just simply smiled and said, “whatever you want honey”.
Fully intending to let him win, Ms.Jenny was about to graciously concede, when Ricky made a comment that really irked her. “All your tough training for nothing,” he snided.
That did it. While it was nearly imperceptible, there was a momentary flash of anger that filled Ms.Jenny’s face. Her eyebrows twitched, and her usual cheery demeanor turned serious. She bent down eye level to him, smacked her bulky thighs, and solemnly said, “Your move honey”. Ricky sensed something was different than before, but was so close to winning that he didn’t care. All he had to do was score one more point and he could save his dignity.
He drove to the basket with all his strength, thinking he would easily be able to beat her like the last few times. But Ms.Jenny wasn’t playing around. While she didn’t play dirty, Ms.Jenny started using her massive bulk to push Ricky to the side. Countless times he tried to get in the lane, and everytime Ms.Jenny hip checked him away with her thick thighs.Both players were getting frustrated this was going on so long.
“Come on honey, don’t tell me you can’t score on Mama” Ms.Jenny jabbed.
Ricky had no response, but decided enough was enough and decided to use his secret move to end the game. He did the same drive to the basket as he had always done to lure Ms.Jenny to try and shove him away. As Ms.Jenny was about to check him, Ricky stopped at the last minute, and did a step back crossover to break her ankles. With so much mass committed to the push, Ms.Jenny was unable to break physics and stumbled onto the ground. With a golden chance in front of him, Ricky took the opportunity and bolted to the basket.
“Game over Mom!” Ricky shouted. He was inches away from winning the match. All he had to do was score this layup.
“OH NO YOU DON”T” she growled. Her meaty thighs exploded with power as she rocketed towards the basket. With as much determination as she could muster, Ms.Jenny surged through the air with the singular goal of blocking the shot. Every other time she blocked us, Ms.Jenny made a conscious, careful effort to avoid running into us with her hulking frame. But the game was on the line, and she couldn’t lose after Ricky insulted her so much. With her outstretched arms and powerful paw, Ms.Jenny roared as she smacked the ball with all her strength. I was stunned. There was almost a thunderclap sound, as the basketball rocketed off 50 feet away. While Ms.Jenny was able to miraculously block the shot, her enormous body was unfortunately flying through the air with no control. Ricky was still airborne when he collided with her massive frame and was sent flying. I, unfortunately, was standing in his path, as he hurtled 10 feet through the air until his body awkwardly landed on mine. We both had the wind knocked out of us as we landed on the lawn, and whined with pain.
That was enough to trigger Ms.Jenny’s motherly instincts as she bolted to us. With ease, she immediately scooped both of us up, cradling us in her beefy arms.
“WHERE DOES IT HURT GUYS?!” she cried. “I’m soo soo sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”.
Ricky was curled up on her left shoulder, and I was nestled on her right. While we were both momentarily breathless, we landed on the grass and only had some minor scrapes.
“Mom, it's fine” Ricky assured, “I was only shocked initially. It’s just some small cuts”.
“Yeah, it’s just a scratch Ms.Jenny. I’m completely fine” I said in agreement.
I pointed to our minor grazes, trying to reassure her we were ok.
“But you guys are BLEEDING! We need to clean this up ASAP” Ms.Jenny howled as she ran to the house.
My penis was getting rock hard being so close to her big breasts again. Even though this was my 3rd time being lifted by Ms.Jenny in a day, the carnal sensations didn’t stop. Her fat tits pressed deeply into my throbbing rod. Precum oozed out as I moaned with pleasure. My free hand reached behind her and groped her massive ass. With each step, I could feel the power and heat being generated from that mighty engine. I kneaded my spindly fingers into her plump butt cheek, ogling at its exquisite shape. I couldn’t help myself and smacked that burly butt as well, watching each jiggle as if time stood still. My cock was about to explode from this experience. Ms.Jenny, sensing my feeble attempts and hearing my groans, assumed they were from the injury rather than sexual. "I know Danny...just hold on a little bit longer" she cooed.
Ms.Jenny busted through the front door, nearly taking the hinges off and ran to a dark room, turning on the lights.
“We’re here” she sighed and turned on the lights to the Master Bathroom….