Vicki's Story Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

Vicki's Story Ch. 07

... me. I felt like the quivering prey and she was the huntress.

Mom, as well, noticed and I saw her concerned frown. I don't know what was driving her concern but, she definitely wasn't happy.

Later, Mom and I were up and it was a tough game. We were up against a couple of young women who were pretty good. Mom was still fit and athletic but these girls were on song and playing hard. I had to run my ass off to cover for her. We won the first set but, the second set went down to a tie break, which we won in a pinch.

As I was getting my breath back sitting next to Mom, Connie came over with a drink for us both. She smiled, "Good game Vicki, you have played before." She sounded authentic but, it was laced with the venom of old. She was putting on a brave face for her friends.

The afternoon progressed and some of my old ability came back. I was breathing hard, this was really my first exercise in ages, apart from the golf with Dad.

Mom as well, struggled. I could see she hadn't played in a while. That just made me work harder.

Luckily, we got opponents more her age in the next round.

Eventually though, the way the draw was designed. We ended up playing Connie and her partner.

They were good but, I was on a mission to impress her. I played hard and we edged in front. I could see the cracks forming between Connie and her partner. They sniped at each other and targeted Mom seeing as how I was outplaying them. I asked Mom to play at the net and let me cover the ...

... rest. She looked tired and worn-out but, she was in it to win it, as well.

Connie, in particular, persistently hammered the ball back directly at Mom, eventually one hit her hard, right on the fleshy part of her shoulder and dropped her like a stone. I rushed to help her out and her face was twisted in a tight scowl. "Are you OK?" I asked as she sat back up.

"I will be fine honey, don't fuss." I helped her stand up and Connie was at the net offering false concern. For it to be real, she would have had to wipe the smirk off her face.

Mom steadied herself and whispered in my ear. "Don't let that bitch win, I don't care what it takes." She had a very determined glower chiseled into her face.

I ramped up my attack and started serving at full speed. Up until that point I had been holding back while I served but now the gloves were off. I targeted Connie, waiting for every chance to aim directly at her body. It was fast and furious and Mom was right into it as well. The first set was close but, the second wasn't even a competition. We killed them and Mom was ecstatic. She jumped into my arms and hugged me tight. "Thank you honey. Nan would have loved that."

After we shook hands and drifted inside for more drinks, Connie's partner approached me. "Jesus that was fierce. Where did you learn to play like that? Your serve was so fast."

I smiled. "Oh, I played at college, nothing serious."

"Bullshit." She snapped. "I play a lot of tennis and I don't bump into many ...