I am what is commonly called soccer mom sex stories soccer mom. But in this case I guess it is to be taken literally. My own two sons grew up playing soccer.
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. We liked doing things together and enjoyed each other’s company.
We enjoyed shopping for clothes together. 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. 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 29, only about 10 years older than the young men he coached and he himself had played professional soccer in Italy. 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. As the evening wore on, people began to drift from the party.