Hot Soccer Mom Novels & Stories

"Kyla! Don't get too upset. Just divorce him and let your sister—" Her words cut off the second she saw the spiky-haired guy on the couch. Then her eyes landed on Bruce, fully dressed and calmly holding the baby. She froze. Pointing at the guy, Mom yelled, "Who are you?! Why are you here?!" The guy was still yanking up his pants. "She's the one who called me over." "That's a lie!" Zoey screamed. "I didn't!" Mom completely lost it. "Impossible! Zoey's always been a good girl. There's no way she'd hook up with some trashy punk like you. I'm calling the cops and reporting you for assault!"

My mom's name is Sara and she's a gorgeous brunette. She petite with nice boobs and a super cute butt. After my dad moved out mom started working out and running more. She also acquired some new sexy workout clothes. She looks hot in sports bras and yoga pants. I was finding myself more and more attracted to her. I see lots of hot girls on campus, but I had this thing for my mom. I wanted her more than any girl and I had to do something about it.

I took up soccer and dreamed endlessly about football. Coach Gleason didn't stop at making me a great kicker. He made sure I knew all the ins and outs of the game and instilled the backbone I needed to apply for the kicking position at the local community college. The day before college tryouts, my mother was hospitalized. Hospice stepped in with a plan of action to keep her comfortable until the end, which wasn't far off. I was angry at the world and marched onto the field with a combination of rage and self-pity.

Signed Up for Torture My phone won't shut up. Seven AM on a Monday morning, and Mom's already texting me like crazy. "Good luck today, honey! Richard is so excited that you're trying out for hockey. He says it's a Hayes family tradition!" "I know you'll do amazing. You've always been so athletic. Love you!" I'm standing outside the athletics building with a bag of borrowed hockey gear that smells like ass. This is the stupidest thing I've ever done.

This is all messed up. Ajax stared at me like I'd grown another head. Mom just smiled and shook her head. “She gets like this when she's pissed. Has been a fan of hockey since she was 12.” “Really?” Ajax asked with a grin. “Yes. She's a huge fan of the sport and won't shut up about it.” Mom went on. “You don't say.” Ajax scoffed. “The point is : you have to play. You just can't sit in the bleachers. That's so un-Ajax!” I gripped the edges of the table.

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

She knelt down on the ground and Hector pulled her inside their room by her hair. In a few minutes, my mom started shouting and asking for help. Then everything went silent. In a minute, the door opened again and Hector walked out of the room with a wide smirk. I looked into the room and found my mom hanging with the ceiling fan. I ran back into my room. I was so scared of that monster. Next day was nothing but a deja vu. Hector's cop came and looked around. They took her body away. Then in a few days, I heard the news that my mom was crazy and she committed suiside. Media asked Hector about my mom. He said he married her because she was his brother's widow and he did not want us to suffer.

Mom's face went pale as she yelled, "No! My daughter was fine! How could she be dead? You're wrong! She's just hiding to frighten me!" The officers said nothing in response. One of them pulled a stack of photos from a briefcase and handed them to my parents. "These are the crime scene photos. You can see for yourselves." Mom took the photos with trembling hands. She barely glanced at them before her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. Dad rushed to support her, and his own hands trembled as he held the photos. Mom broke down completely, clutching the officer's arm and shaking it desperately. "Why? How could this happen? How could she have had an accident?"

The pressure was teasing at first, then more insistent, massaging my clit in slow, maddening circles right there at the dinner table while Mom sat just two seats away, talking about some new restaurant she wanted to try. Heat exploded across my face. My pussy throbbed instantly against his foot, growing wetter with every stroke. I gripped my fork tighter, my knuckles turning white as I fought to keep my expression neutral. My thighs trembled slightly, but I didn’t dare close them, part of me didn’t want him to stop. Mom looked at me suddenly, tilting her head. “Beverley, sweetie, are you okay? You look a little flushed. Is the food too spicy?”

"You're in no position to order anything, Célia. Master Kassian anticipated your... reaction. Get in. We need to talk." Fear transforms into cold anger. I take a step back, ready to throw myself into the bushes, to climb the gate if necessary. "I'm not going anywhere with you." "Your mother lives at 17 Rue des Jardins, doesn't she? The small building with wisteria on the façade. She gets home from her night shift around midnight, alone." The blood freezes in my veins. The anger dies, replaced by absolute terror. "If you hurt her..." "No one will hurt her," he interrupts calmly. "For now. Get in. This conversation isn't over."