My Friend's Hot Soccer Mom Novels & Stories

“Your mother was telling me that you love art. I’m sure your tiny hands will grow some muscle by the time you resume.” Her words stung more than I wanted to admit. Her voice carried that familiar bitterness I’d always noticed from our neighbor’s wife. I knew where it came from—jealousy. She could never have children, no matter how hard she tried. I did feel sorry for her, but deep down, I couldn’t ignore the whispers I’d heard about her being dangerous. A part of me believed she deserved her misery. “Marian, I’m sure she’ll do just great,” Mum replied proudly. “We did our best to train her well. My baby will make us proud. Right, baby?” She smiled at me.

My gaze dropped, almost against my will, to the wall over his shoulder. A vinyl sticker, nicked at the corner, clung to the painted cinderblock: STRIKERS. Bold block letters. Beneath it, a laminated schedule. Home vs. Riverton – 6 PM. A black Sharpie arrow circling Media – 12:30. The bench through the crack in the stall door held a scatter of shin guards and a duffel with the team crest. The air, suddenly obvious, was a cocktail of men’s deodorant, turf, and detergent. Not lavender body spray. Not cherry lip gloss.

she teased. "Naku, Mommy, you look stunning too. You look even more beautiful," I replied, feeling shy and laughing softly. Mommy reminded me of Lucy Torres—so sweet and soft-spoken, the type of person who seems like she could never get angry. "Okay, Mommy, let’s go. It’s almost 7 pm," I added. AT THE EVENT AREA

" It's summer now . Mom thought it will be hot later . So she prepares the ice and the cold water to drinks while they are playing in the tournament . They will send the ice every morning ." Moo Shang explain to the coaches . He can see their shock face and slowly explain to them . He himself a bit shock when he heard about it from his mother early this morning. Indeed their mother is the most reliable person since they lived together in the ancient times. She's always had a soft spot in her heart towards both of them and now towards their girlfriends .

My phone buzzes. Mom: {Just checking in. Make sure to get some sleep. Love you, my princess.} I reply quickly: {I got my session extended. I’ll be sleeping soon. I love you, too.} She replies with several kisses and heart emojis. Oh, Mom. I’m sorry for lying. I fix my eyes back on the TV. The match gets intense, and every second, I’m on the edge of my seat. Then— “Goal!” I scream my lungs out, throwing my hands in the air.

("Just think of naked girls man. There's a really nice girl with a big rack screaming my name in the audience...there's a naked girl leaning against me rubbing herself all over my body...there's a naked girl with a nice ass dancing around me...there's- "Ah! Okay, Okay, I get it!") Is that really it? I looked to the audience but the only thing that could come close was the overweight lunch lady peering out from the counter along with others. Well, she was a fellow comrade. She knew of Pop Sic. Pop Sic made me think of Mom. Mom made me think of her tantrum, there's nothing these folks can do to me without Mom getting back at them for it...

A company was trying to charge us with fraud to get some money but we had all legal proofs against them and now they have backed down. Later we go to play squash. And Mom joins us too. We make two teams; one consisting of me and Dad and second on has Noah and Theo. Mom becomes referee. Obviously, Dad and I win as he is very competitive and has been winning since very long. Theo says that the day someone beats him, he would give that person whatever he/she asks for. Later at dinner, Dad asks, "So I heard Sarah has gone to her honeymoon. I hope the new temp is not annoying like the last one."

Mom says without inflection. "Well, that's how we're going to be around here, too. When it's just the two of us, we'll be very affectionate towards each other, touching and hugging and feel no modesty whatsoever around each other." I'm trying to decide if I want to add anything else, when I remember the p**n video. "Mom, what video were you watching a few minutes ago?" "Oh, I don't know the name, something like Slutty Sorority Sisters." She says, very flustered that she can't answer my question.

"Sure. I will watch the match tomorrow." "Me too," it was Caven who spoke. Isn't he busy? "Perfect! Me, Cassandra, Nurse Khim, and you, Kuya Caven will watch the soccer match together." Sab says in enthusiasm. I just nodded my head while smiling. That sounds pretty good. I look at Caven and he is also smiling at me. [FAST FORWARD] CASSANDRA’s POV /Can I call you baby? Can you be my friend? Can you be my lover up until the very end?