Soccer Mom

I am what is commonly called a soccer mom. But in this case I guess it is to be taken literally. My own two sons grew up playing soccer. Over the years I drove God knows how many hundreds or maybe thousands of miles; to practice, from practice, to games, from games, to the sporting good store, etc. You get the idea. My sons played for the Centerville Centurions for their four years of high school, and I was at every game cheering them on to victory and consoling them in defeat. Naturally I came to look at the boys on the team as being a special part of my life and almost part of the family. It seemed there was always three or four extra mouths to feed at the supper table. Being a single mom made it tough sometimes, but I was always grateful to have them around. There is just something special about teenage boys on the verge of manhood. 

Even though my sons graduated from high school and went on to college, I still continued to support the team. I was happy to drive boys to games, help with uniforms at times, and cheer the team on. I was an unofficial member of the team. I made friends with other parents whose boys were currently on the team. And, despite the fact I did not have a player myself, they made me feel welcome at their gatherings and appreciated my help. I became good friends with Angie, another single mom who was also my age, 42. Angie's son was a senior in high school and had already been accepted to a major university to play soccer for them. Angie had a wonderful smile and a playful laugh that I loved. Both of us being single soccer moms had drawn us together and we became close friends. 

We liked doing things together and enjoyed each other's company. We enjoyed shopping for clothes together. I am a little on the plump side; not fat by any means, but I have womanly curves. I am what is often referred to as "Rubenesque", full soft breasts, a soft rounded butt, a little extra on the thighs, and a little bit of a tummy. My long red hair seems to complete the picture. I am far from being a hard body, but I happen to think that it is ok for a mature woman to look and feel like a mature woman. For a variety of reasons, I tended to dress on the conservative side. I did like to show off the cleavage created by my 38Ds however. Angie on the other hand was very slender. Her shoulder length blonde hair and firm body lent itself to dressing in tight tops and short shorts. She had commented once that she envied me my 38Ds but I tried to assure her that her 34C boobs fit her perfectly well. 

It was the end of another soccer season. The Centerville Centurions had ended up 9 and 3 for the season. Coach Verdi decided to host a party for the boys, their parents, and other assorted hangers on. Coach Verdi was new this year. He was tall, dark and handsome, to use the cliché. He was 29, only about 10 years older than the young men he coached and he himself had played professional soccer in Italy. All the high school girls had crushes on him and to tell the truth, Angie and I had both commented on how good he looked in his jersey and soccer shorts. Being new to the community, he was grateful for the help we were able to give him. 

The night of the party came and everyone gathered at coach's house. Throughout the evening people came and went. Hamburgers and hot dogs were consumed in ravenous amounts by the boys and their generally over weight fathers. The well muscled young men soccer players were in stark contrast to their fathers. Sodas were available for the under 21 crowd and beer and wine was there for the over 21 bunch. It was a good party all around. There was lots of good conversation and company. 

A number of the young men on the team had brought their girlfriends. Coach had a swimming pool, so there were numerous teenagers running around in speedos and bikinis. Angie was wearing a hot pink bikini that did justice to her hard body and firm boobs. I had chosen a black one piece that zipped down the front. It was becoming to my curves but not terribly daring. More than once, I caught one or another of the young men looking at me in a very "un-mom-like" manner which made me feel like maybe I was far from over the hill after all. The bolder boys flirted openly with Angie as though she were their age and not literally old enough to be their mother. 

As the evening wore on, people began to drift from the party. The married couples, those with the younger boys on the team, boys with girlfriends, and those with other plans. By eleven, it was down to Coach Verdi, Angie, five of the senior boys, one of their girl friends, and me. Angie's own son, Kevin had left earlier with his girlfriend. 

"Probably to get laid" Angie had whispered to me. "They are like bunnies. Just so long they are careful, I don't think I can do much to stop them" She shrugged and giggled. 

The area around the patio was lit dimly by a few lights under the water. Some softer music had replaced the louder rock music that had been playing earlier. It was winding down to a very nice relaxing time. 

Richard and Lori, the boy and girlfriend, were keeping to themselves at one end of the pool. Not that the pool was big enough to really get away from the others, but big enough to make them feel like they had some privacy. They had been necking and caressing each other most the night, and it seemed to me that Richard had been sporting a sizable hard on most the night. It was readily visible under his swim trucks. 

Angie and Antonio (Coach Verdi's first name) were half-heartedly doing some cleaning up. Billy, one of the senior boys was telling me about his plans for college in the fall while trying to inconspicuously look down my swim suit. I knew my nipples were visible through the damp material but I figured, "what the hell, boys will be boys. Where is the harm" so I let him ramble on and ogle on. 

The other three senior boys came out of Antonio's house on to the patio. 

"Damn, Coach, we were just down in your trophy room. What you are doing here in Centerville is a mystery to me" Gary, a tall good looking blonde senior said. 

"Hey, coach, everyone else is gone. Can we have some beer?" It was Leo, another good looking well muscled senior. 

"Yeah, we won't tell, if you won't tell" added Mark, the third of the trio. 

Antonio looked at Angie and then at me as if hoping for some guidance. Angie looked at me and said, "Hell, Maggie, when you and I were their age, it was legal to drink beer. I think it would be ok. Don't you? I mean as long as they don't drink too much." 

Antonio laughed and said "In my country I grew up drinking beer and wine from the time I was 10. I have a hard time understanding why you Americans are so hard about this." It seemed settled or at least rationalized by the adults (who had probably had a little bit too much to drink ourselves already), so Antonio told the boys, "OK, but take it easy" 

Even Richard and Lori came up out of the pool. I saw Lori readjust her tiny swim suit bottom and then saw Richard lick his fingers. I don't think my eyes bugged out but my initial thought was that he had been fingering her pussy under water. Her nipples were hard and pressing out against the material of her top. I wondered why they hadn't left already to go get naked together. 

Beers were handed out. Billy, the boy that had been peeking down my suit most the evening, brought me one and sat down on the pool chair next to mine. It was obvious he wanted to say something but was too shy to come out with it. 

"Something on your mind, sailor?" I asked him with a smile. 

He got a bashful look on his face and swallowed about half the can of beer in one gulp. It gave him the bit of the courage that he needed, I guess, because he looked at me and said, "Ms Moran… Maggie… can I call you Maggie? I was wondering if you would like to maybe dance with me?" 

He was so cute, being bashful. But at the same time he was so handsome, so young, so virile. And I was flattered. Of course, the amount of wine and beer that I had poured down my throat, had relaxed me considerably. I listened. A nice soft ballad was playing. The air was cool. I felt like I was back in high school myself. 

"Sure, Billy… or maybe I should call you Bill since you are not a little boy any more" 

He smiled and my compliment seemed to give him new confidence. I stood up and he took me in his arms and we began to dance. Well, it wasn't exactly dancing. It was more just standing very closely together and swaying with the music. Our feet moved very little. I let myself get lost in the moment and laid my head on his shoulder. He had one hand in the middle of my back and he pulled me to him. My tits flatten out against his young hard chest. I felt his other hand slowly, hesitantly slide down my back and come to rest at the top of my ass. He then pulled my hips to his and I felt the bulge of his young hard cock. Because of the beer and wine, because of the cool air, because of the flattery of the situation, because of who knows why, I pressed my hips to his and let my pussy mound grind against his cock. We continued this way through the rest of the song and into the next. 

I looked up. Angie was dancing with Antonio. They were pressed together so tightly a ray of light couldn't pass between them. Their hands were roaming freely over each other's backs and butts. Richard and Lori were dancing also. But they had added another dimension to their slow dancing. Mark had joined them and was pressed up against Lori's ass from behind as Richard danced with her from in front. It was obvious that he had his hands on her hips grinding his cock against her ass. It was equally obvious that she had no objection to this arrangement. She had her lips locked to Richard's in a deep french kiss. Then she broke from it with him, looked over her shoulder, and locked lips with Mark. Richard didn't seem to mind at all. He let his hands come up her smooth tummy and cup her barely confined tits. He kissed her neck while she tongue wrestled with Mark.