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THE SOCCER PARTY
1.
“C’mon guys, you can do it! Go!”
It was a bright and warm Thursday afternoon. The Richfield Community soccer field was hosting a game between their local team the Cougars against their cross-town rivals, the Tigers. The field was swarming with the 18 year-old boys from both teams. The sidelines were populated by parents cheering the game on.
Sitting alone on the bench for the Cougars was Tommy McFarlane. Tommy was small for his age and somewhat still socially awkward. Although dressed and ready for play, Tommy’s uniform looked spotless as if it hadn’t seen a single grass or dirt stain. His soccer cleats were clean and without a scuff. As his teammates ran back and forth across the field, Tommy cheered them on.
Along the sidelines, the parents were standing together watching the game. A few had blankets or folding chairs to sit in. They were all clapping and cheering for the Cougars. Everyone was enjoying the game.
Everyone except Darlene McFarlane.
Darlene was standing amongst all of the other parents. At 41, Darlene was a very beautiful woman and quite aware of it. Her 5’5” figure was well toned and voluptuous, with long legs and full perfect 36C breasts – very much a topic of neighborhood speculation that she had them done as a gift to herself after her recent divorce. Her blonde highlighted hair was put in a high ponytail under a pink tennis visor. She was wearing a pink t-shirt that was tight enough the outline of her white bra was evident, her full breasts stretching the t-shirt which also allowed a nice view of Darlene’s firm, tanned midriff. Her khaki low-rise Capri pants clung to her figure and showed off the curves of her rear. The mini-platform heeled white designer sneakers she wore completed her outfit.
Darlene was standing with her hands on her hips. Her attention wasn’t on the game, but on her son Tommy sitting on the bench and cheering for the team. She clearly was fuming over something. She turned to some of the other parents that were standing near.
“Why doesn’t that terrible coach put Tommy in?” Darlene addressed them. “He hasn’t had a chance to play this entire game and it’s almost over.”
Most of the other parents were able to ignore her, but the three women closest to Darlene were Helen, Marsha, and Linda. These women were known close friends with husbands prominent in the community and considered the foundation of the neighborhood. They each gave Darlene a polite smile.
“There’s still time in the game,” said Linda.
“He may get a chance,” said Marsha.
“It is tie score with only one time out left,” Helen said. “It might not be the best time for the coach to change the line-up.”
“Well I didn’t spend all this time and money to have my son on a soccer team that he doesn’t get to play on.” Darlene haughtily replied. “And I’m going to tell that lazy excuse for a coach just what I think.” She turned and began to walk away from the women.
The polite smiles fell from their faces.
“Can you believe her?” Linda scolded.
“It always seems to be about her, doesn’t it?’ Marsha frowned.
“She dresses like some of the girls I’ve seen my son Jake date.” Helen admonished. “How desperate.”
Darlene marched her way along the sideline and over to Coach Doyle. The coach was a middle-aged, beer-bellied ex-jock. A stick of beef jerky stuck out from his mouth as he chewed on it while keeping his attention on the field.
“C’mon, Jake! Get in there! Pass it to Nick!” Coach Doyle shouted.
Darlene stopped short of Coach Doyle. She stood next to him waiting for Coach Doyle to notice her, but he didn’t even glance over as he continued to shout at the boys on the field. She glanced over her shoulder at the other women who were watching her. Darlene struck a determined pose and turned back to Coach Doyle, tapping him repeatedly on the shoulder.
“Coach Doyle,” Darlene snipped. “I want a word with you.”
“Not now, I’m busy!” Coach Doyle responded without looking at Darlene.
Darlene defiantly tapped at Coach Doyle’s shoulder. “I am a parent and I will not be ignored.”
“Alright already!” Coach Doyle snapped and turned to see Darlene standing next to him. His eyes immediately went to her chest straining against the pink t-shirt. This was something not lost on Darlene, who crossed her arms in front of her and looked disapprovingly at the coach.
“I feel it’s about time you put my son Tommy in the game,” Darlene demanded.
Coach Doyle looked over at Tommy sitting on the bench, then back to Darlene. “Are you kidding me? This is the playoffs! We win this game we’re going to the championship.”
Darlene raised her voice over the clapping and cheering of the other parents who were still watching the game. But others besides Helen, Marsha, and Linda were beginning to notice Darlene standing next to the coach. “I’ve paid good money for Tommy to play on this team…”
Sitting on the bench, Tommy cringed as he watched his mother berate the coach. With one hand on the curve of her hip and the other pointing her finger at the coach, she looked just like she did when she was yelling at him about his homework, cleaning his room, or just about every time she spoke at him.
Tommy also couldn’t help notice how the way Darlene was standing. It seemed like she wanted everyone to be looking at her instead of the game. Like how she always seemed to think everyone should be paying attention and listening to her. Like she always had to be the center of attention. Looking at the parents watching the game, Tommy could see most of the dads were staring at Darlene. He also noticed how Helen, Marsha, and Linda were looking at his mom and talking amongst themselves.
Out on the soccer field were Jake, Nick, and Darin playing for the Cougars. With the action downfield, the boys were able to take a breather and spot Darlene so prominently on the sidelines.
“Damn, there’s Soccer Mom Number One!” Darin grinned.
“She’s the total MILF,” Nick agreed.
Jake stared at Darlene from across the field. “Yeah, that dweeb Tommy’s mom looks like a porn star on her day off. But boy, does she act like a snob!”
Two players from the Tigers dashed by the boys kicking the soccer ball past them.
“Let’s keep out heads in the game, fellas!” Jake exclaimed. On his signal, Nick and Darin ran after the two Tiger’s players. With quick skill, they were able to get the ball back and pass it to Jake who began a charge down the field toward the Tiger’s goalie.
“…and I will not tolerate my son being not allowed to play,” Darlene was in mid rant against Coach Doyle, who was doing a slow burn under Darlene’s tirade. Suddenly the other parents cheering for Jake interrupted her. Coach Doyle turned and saw Jake charging the goalie.
“Go Jake!” Coach Doyle shouted and turned away from Darlene to focus on the game again. “Score that goal!” Darlene was left ignored and fuming at the sidelines while everyone cheered Jake on.
Jake gave a powerful kick and the soccer ball sailed past the Tiger’s goalie. The parents at the sideline erupted into cheers. All the boys on the Cougars rushed to Jake and surrounded him, patting him on the back. Darin and Nick hoisted him on their shoulders, and with the rest of the players, carried Jake off the field. As they passed by Darlene, Jake gave her a wink.
Darlene blinked in confusion at the younger boy’s wink. That’s when Coach Doyle turned his attention to Darlene and stepped a little closer to her. For a moment she seemed startled and surprised by the coach’s now gruff tone.
“Here’s an idea,” Coach Doyle drawled. “I’ll keep coaching this team to the championship next week and you…” He let his eyes run up and down Darlene’s figure. “Well…you just do what you do best.” With that, the coach walked off to congratulate the team.
Darlene was left standing by herself as everyone else was cheering and surrounding the boys. She regained her composure. With a pout upon her lips, she turned and began to march across the field to the parking lot where her BMW Z3 sat.
Tommy was crowding around his teammates, doing his best to include himself in the celebration. “Way to go, Jake!” Tommy said.
Jake grinned, “Hey, we couldn’t have done it without you, Tommy!” The other boys on the team laughed. Although he wasn’t sure why, Tommy joined in with them.
Helen stood with her husband, Frank who was proudly putting his arm around their son Jake’s shoulders. “Well boys,” Helen smiled. “We’re all so happy to see you going to the championship, we’ve decided to throw a party for you all on Saturday afternoon. Everyone is invited. Be sure to tell your parents.”
The boys all cheered. From across the field, the horn on Darlene’s BMW honked twice. Tommy looked over to see his mother standing by the car and waving impatiently at him to get over there. He reluctantly glanced back to his teammates.
“Say fellas, I gotta go but I’ll see you all on Saturday!” Tommy ran across the field and to the parking lot where Darlene stood waiting.
“Let’s go, sweetie,” Darlene fussed. “I have a nail appointment that I mustn’t miss. And make sure you take off those dirty cleats before you get in the car.”
As Darlene opened the door and began to get into the car, Tommy excitedly ran around to the other side. “Hey mom, Jake’s mom is having a victory party for the Cougars at her house on Saturday. Can I go?”
While starting up the car, Darlene put on a pair of expensive designer sunglasses and checked her lip-gloss and hair in the rearview mirror. Tommy had to ask her two more times to get her attention.
“We’ll see, sweetie,” Darlene snipped. And with that, Darlene sped out of the parking lot.
2.
“C’mon mom, hurry up. We’re already late for the party!”
It was Saturday afternoon, almost past 4pm. Tommy was sitting on the couch. He wore a baggy pair of cargo shorts and his Cougar jersey. His skinny legs tapped nervously on the carpet while he cast his eyes down the hall that led to his mother’s room.
“I told you I will be out in a minute,” Darlene’s snippy response came from behind her closed bedroom door.
“You said that over an hour ago,” Tommy whined.
“Young man, I will be out when I say so,” Darlene snapped. “If you say another word we will not be going to this party at all.”
Darlene was standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a tight white low cut cotton halter top that offered an abundant view of her cleavage. Her short little faded jean skirt showed off her long tanned legs which were accented by the criss-crossing white straps around her ankles from the cork wedge heeled sandals she had on. Her blonde highlighted hair was up in a cute sky-blue scarf. Her makeup was perfect as she finished putting a pink gloss to her lips. She gave herself another once over, adjusting the thin straps of her halter top on her tanned bare shoulders.
The bedroom door opened and Tommy gaped in astonishment as he watched his mother come walking down the hall. The front of the low cut white halter trembled with the obviousness that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her short little jean skirt inched just a bit higher up her thighs as she took each clopping step in her strappy wedge heel sandals.
“Well, just don’t sit there, Tommy,” Darlene didn’t even glance over at him as she went over to grab her purse and sunglasses off the stand in the foyer. “You do want to go to the party, don’t you?”
Tommy awkwardly stood up. Confused and embarrassed to be getting the beginnings of an erection. He became a bit sweaty and tried to adjust himself. “Be right there, mom.”
Darlene put on her dark designer sunglasses and touched up her make-up in the mirror hanging in the foyer. “Sweetie, I’m going to the car.” She took her keys off the stand and with her clutch purse in the other hand, walked out the front door.
“Right behind you, mom!” Tommy clumsily followed through the foyer and out the door.
3.
“Tell him that is the listing price and not a cent lower!”
Darlene was driving on the way to the party and talking on her cell phone. She testily continued, “We’ve already discussed the closing contract and he was ready to sign.”
Sitting next to Darlene, Tommy couldn’t help making glimpses out of the corner of his eye at how her perfect breasts were lifted and straining against the thin white halter top. Or how the short little jean skirt she wore shifted higher up her thighs while driving.
“That isn’t the point,” Darlene stated into her cell. “If he cannot accept those terms you have him call me personally.” She snapped her cell phone shut and put it on the console. “We’re only going to be able to stay at the party about a half hour to an hour at the most.”
“Aw, mom…” Tommy groaned.
“Sweetie, I have a very important deal to close and I’m taking time out of my very busy schedule just to take you to this party,” Darlene replied.
“But this is a chance for me to hang out with the guys,” Tommy said.
Darlene didn’t even glance at her son as she continued to drive. “This is not open for discussion, young man. When it is time to go, we will leave and I do not want any nonsense from you. Now sit there and be quiet while Mother makes another call.” Darlene picked up her cell and began dialing.
4.
“Hello everyone! We’re here!”
The party at Helen’s home was in full swing. The parents were standing off to the kitchen and dining area enjoying cocktails. Some of the boys were in the big backyard kicking a soccer ball around. Some were gathered around the sunken den where they were eating pizza and playing Xbox on the den’s widescreen TV. And everyone stopped what they were doing at the same time to see Darlene stood in the foyer with Tommy slouching just behind her.
Helen paused in mid conversation with Linda and Marsha. The three women disapprovingly took in Darlene’s outfit from head to toe.
“It seems Little Miss Look At Me has arrived, “ Linda said.
“Can you believe her? Could that skirt be any shorter?” Marsha observed.
“She looks like she should be standing on a street corner. Not a boy’s soccer party,” Helen touchily noted. All three women noticed how their own husbands were staring at Darlene.
And they weren’t the only ones. The boys in the den all were looking at Tommy’s mom the moment she walked through the front door. Among them, Jake, Nick, and Darin grinned to each other.
“The MILF has arrived,” Nick said.
“Damn I don’t think she ain’t even wearing a bra,” Darin observed.
“I’d do her in a heartbeat, “ Jake smiled. “Too bad she’s so stuck up.”
Darlene smiled and waved at everyone from the foyer. She then turned to Tommy, slightly leaning forward to look at him. She was completely unaware of how she was giving the boys in the den just below a tantalizing view of her cleavage.
“Now sweetie, try and have a good time and make friends,” Darlene said. “I’ll be over with the grown ups. But if any of those boys tease you, I want you to come tell me.”
Tommy looked over his shoulder down into the den where he could see all the boys checking out his mom. Even when he turned back to her, his eyes couldn’t help going to how the low cut halter pushed her cleavage up. He felt sweat break out upon his brow. “Geez, mom,” Tommy stammered.
“Don’t ‘Geez Mom’ me, young man,” Darlene retorted. “If you don’t stand up to these boys, I will.”
Darlene straightened up and stepped past Tommy so she could stand above the three steps that led down into the den. It was obvious she had the boys’ attention from where she stood. She put her hands on her hips. “Now, listen boys,” she demanded. “I don’t want any of you picking on Tommy. He’s a sensitive boy and does not appreciate the teasing you give him.”
Nick and Darin were both about to laugh, but Jake poked them both with his elbows. He smiled up at Darlene. “We wouldn’t dream of doing that. He’s one of the fellas. I’ll personally look after him. Just for you.” Jake winked at Darlene.
Darlene blinked. For the second time she found herself slightly confused by the boy’s obvious flirtation. She regained her composure and turned and walked over to where the other adults were having cocktails.
Tommy looked down at the boys in the den. Jake grinned up at him. “Hey, Tommy-boy, c’mon down!”
Tommy took a tentative step down the den to join the other boys.
Meanwhile, Darlene walked across the room. She was brimming with the confidence of her entrance and was feeling that self satisfied thrill she felt when she knew all eyes were on her as she walked over to the other adults in the room.
“Hi everyone,” Darlene smiled, her white teeth beaming. She gave a hug and a kiss on the cheek to David, Roy, and Frank – Linda, Marsha, and Helen’s husbands – letting her hug linger a little longer with Frank. She was completely unaware of how the other women were rolling their eyes behind her back. “Oh Frank,” Darlene cooed. “Have you been working out?”
As Frank sheepishly admitted to putting on weight, Darlene turned away from the men just in time for their wives to put on proper faces. They all greeted Darlene with a practiced patience and social perfection.
“Helen,” Darlene hugged her last, then stood back to look around the house. “I just love what you’ve done here. It’s so much for so little.”
Helen’s managed to force a tight lipped smile, “Thank you, Darlene. That means a lot coming from you. That’s quite an outfit. How do you ever fit into it?”
Darlene, too self absorbed to notice Helen’s barely concealed sarcasm, struck a little pose, turning her attention to the husbands who were careful not to gawk at Darlene. “Oh this is just something I put together at the last minute,” Darlene smiled at the men. “Just something cute and casual for the party.” Darlene turned all her attention to Roy, Marsha’s husband. “Roy, could you be a dear and get me a glass of white wine?”
Roy nodded like a schoolboy. “Sure, Darlene. Coming right up.”
Marsha scowled at her husband scurrying off for Darlene who was now casually flirting between David and Frank. She exchanged knowing looks of dissatisfaction between Linda and Helen.
Across the room, most of the boys in the den had returned their attention to the Xbox games. But Jake, Nick, and Darin were standing around Tommy. They were all looking at Darlene as she sipped on her glass of wine and seemed to be flirting with the husbands and enjoying the attention she was getting from them, while also seemingly unaware of how the other women at the party frostily regarded her.
“Boy, I tell you,” Jake said. “She is such a hottie. Hey Tommy-boy, is she really your mom?”
“Ever see her boobs?” Darin asked.
“Ah heck with that,” Nick poked Tommy with his elbow. “Ever see her naked?”
The boys laughed and Tommy found himself laughing along. Jake shook his head while looking at Darlene. “Seriously, Tommy-boy, how do you not have boner twenty-four hours a day with her walking around the house looking like that?”
“I don’t know…” Tommy stammered.
The boys laughed again. Jake slung his arm around Tommy’s shoulders. “That’s funny. Hey, Tommy-boy, my dad has some beers in the ‘fridge. Want one?”
“Really?” Tommy worriedly asked.
Jake grinned, nodding at Nick and Darin. “Sure pal. My dad got them for the team party. And you’re on the team, right?”
Tommy brightened up. “Right!”
The boys weren’t the only ones watching Darlene. Helen, Linda, and Marsha were watching how their husbands were paying such attention to Darlene who was obviously enjoying it.
“She is just so shameless,” commented Linda.
“I honestly cannot stand her,” Marsha added. They both looked to Helen, who was watching Darlene flirt with her husband Frank.
“I’ve been thinking, ladies,” Helen said to them. “And I think I have a plan.” From her pants pocket, Helen took out a blue capsule. “I found this in my son Jake’s drawer while cleaning his room. I was going to ground him for it, but now I’m thinking it might be fun to put it in Darlene’s wine. Just to see what happens.”
“Oh Helen, that is just perfect,” Linda admired.
“If anything I hope it puts her to sleep,” Marsha seethed as she watched Darlene laugh and put her hand on her husband Roy’s arm. “She is beyond annoying.”
Helen winked at her friends. “Leave it to me, ladies. The next drink Darlene has will be a doozy.”
5.
“Oh, Frank that is just the funniest joke!” Darlene giggled loudly.
Darlene sipped from her glass of white wine. Although it was only her third glass - after the one that Helen had poured her – Darlene was feeling just a bit tipsy. She was finding herself smiling and a warm tingling feeling running through herself that just made her feel so…she just didn’t know, but she found herself leaning close to Frank while he told another silly joke. She was completely unaware of how her pert nipples were pressing against the thin material of her white cotton halter top.
Most of the other parents had left, taking their children along with her as Darlene started to become a little more tipsy and a lot more flirtatious. As the center of attention among Frank, David, and Roy, Darlene was giggling loudly and letting her voice rise as she complimented Frank or made flirty little comments to David and Roy. She particularly seemed to be enjoying asking Roy to get her anything from another glass of wine to a paper napkin. As soon as he would hurry off, Darlene would giggle to Frank and David, swaying slightly between them. The men would have to put their arm around her or place their hand at the small of her back to steady her. Not that they seemed to mind.
Helen, Linda, and Marsha were watching Darlene with growing disapproval.
“She is just too much,” Linda admonished.
Marsha looked to Helen. “I thought you said it would put her to sleep. Just what is in that pill?”
Helen shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. But I didn’t think it was possible for Darlene McFarlane to be anymore of a tease.”
Across the room in the den, the boys in the den were drinking beer and being careful to hide the bottles. They were all getting pretty buzzed and were getting a little rowdy as they played Xbox. Occasionally they would look from the game to check out Darlene whenever she giggled or made a flirty comment to the men she was standing with.
Tommy was starting to feel very drunk and light headed after drinking two beers. He couldn’t help it, but he was finding himself staring at his mom every time the other boys would make a comment about her. Even from across the room he could see how her nipples were pressing against the tight white low cut halter top. At times Darlene would sit on the arm of the sofa and Tommy’s eyes focused on how her short little jean skirt inched up her tan thighs. She seemed unaware that every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs, she was giving anyone looking a quick glimpse up her skirt and of the lacy white front of her panties.
Tommy was also starting to see how flirty his mom was acting. She seemed to be a bit drunk herself. No longer so snippy and rude, he noticed. She was standing very close to Jake and Darin’s dads. He could see how she was sometimes leaning very close to them, especially Jake’s dad Frank. Tommy could also see how the dads were putting their arms around her or resting their hands on her hips. He also was seeing how the other moms seemed to be looking at Darlene and then whispering to themselves.
Jake clapped his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey, Tommy-Boy! Want another beer?”
Tommy nearly jumped, suddenly realizing he had half a boner going in his cargo shorts. He glanced around at Jake. “Um yeah. Sure!”
Darlene was giggling at something Frank had just said, although she wasn’t sure what. She felt her skin tingling slightly as his hand brushed the small of her back along the two inch gap between the end of her halter and the waistband of her jean skirt that showed off her taut midriff.
But then she happened to see some of the empty beer bottles on the coffee table in the den where the boys were gathered. She even saw the two boys she knew as Nick and Darin were drinking from other beer bottles. Darlene turned to Frank.
“Frank, are you letting the boys drink beer?” Darlene asked, unaware her own words slurred ever so slightly.
Frank grinned and pulled Darlene a little closer. “Hey, it’s a party right?” He and the other men chuckled.
Darlene pulled herself away from Frank. Almost out of nowhere, her bitchiness seemed to resurface. “Well, I’m not going to have my son drinking any beer. He’s underage!”
She walked away from the husbands who were left standing confused. They watched as Darlene walked by their wives with a haughty air. “I certainly do not appreciate you allowing your husband to serve beer to my son,” Darlene snipped at Helen as she walked by.
Darlene marched over to stand at the top of the sunken den. She put her hands on her hips, expecting the boys to look up at her, but at the moment they were huddled around the Xbox while laughing and drinking beers. Darlene’s pout went to a serious frown when she saw Tommy staggering slightly and holding a beer bottle. With a huff, Darlene stepped down into the den.
“Tommy, you put that bottle down this instant!” Darlene snapped.
All of the boys stopped to turn around and look at Darlene standing in the den. Her hands were back on her hips and she stood in a defiant pose. Tommy blanched upon seeing his mom.
“Aw mom,” he slurred. “I’m just having one. All of the other guys are having one.”
Darlene walked even closer to where the group of boys stood. She took the beer bottle from Tommy’s hand and leaned over to put it on the coffee table, unwittingly giving the boys another tantalizing look at her cleavage. She straightened up to scold the boys, waving her finger at them.
The other parents now stood at the top of the den to see what Darlene was doing.
“You boys should all know better,” Darlene snipped at the boys. “I will not have you getting my son drunk!”
“Mom…” Tommy pleaded with embarrassment.
“Don’t ‘Mom’ me, young man,” Darlene said. “It’s time for you to leave. And the rest of you boys, put down those beers!”
“Ah, pipe down,” Nick muttered from behind Jake and Darin. “You ain’t our mom.”
Darlene’s eyes drew into slits. “Who said that?’ She demanded. “Which one?”
Nick began to overact how drunk he was by slurring his words and staggering about the den as he waved a pair of car keys. “I can do whatever I want. I’m 18!”
Darlene took a step toward Nick. “Young man, I want you to give me those keys right now!”
But Nick dodged Darlene. He grinned at her and held the keys above his head. Darlene, determined to have her way, started reaching for the keys, her full breasts straining against her thin halter.
Seeing this, Nick began to taunt Darlene by holding the keys higher which had her jumping up to try to teach them, causing her breasts to bounce and heave to the point where they looked like they might overspill from her low cut halter.
Jake grinned at Darin. “Hey Nick, over here!”
Nick tossed the keys to Jake. Darlene went after them, reaching for them as Jake dangled them out of her reach. He then tossed them to Darin, who tossed them to Nick, who tossed them to Jake and a few of the other boys who had now gathered around Darlene.
The other parents watched with slight amusement as Darlene began to turn this way and that, trying to get the keys from the boys who were beginning to laugh at Darlene’s attempts. She seemed so determined she was unaware of how foolish she was beginning to look. Frank looked over at his wife, Helen. “Shouldn’t we do something about this?”
Helen just smiled at the other wives. “Let’s just see where this goes.”
Darlene was starting to feel dizzy and tipsy from turning back and forth and trying to grab the keys. “You little brats,” she hissed. “Stop that!” The thin straps of her halter top had slipped down her bare shoulders while she was trying seize the keys. Darlene just wasn’t aware of how her breasts were bouncing dazzlingly close to falling out of her low cut halter.
Jake laughed as Darlene turned away from him to grab the keys he tossed to Darin. As Darlene turned, Jake reached out and slapped Darlene’s rear.
“Ohhh!” Darlene exclaimed. She started to turn to see who slapped her rear, but then Darin slapped her there, too. And when she turned again, someone else behind her did the same.
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1.
“C’mon guys, you can do it! Go!”
It was a bright and warm Thursday afternoon. The Richfield Community soccer field was hosting a game between their local team the Cougars against their cross-town rivals, the Tigers. The field was swarming with the 18 year-old boys from both teams. The sidelines were populated by parents cheering the game on.
Sitting alone on the bench for the Cougars was Tommy McFarlane. Tommy was small for his age and somewhat still socially awkward. Although dressed and ready for play, Tommy’s uniform looked spotless as if it hadn’t seen a single grass or dirt stain. His soccer cleats were clean and without a scuff. As his teammates ran back and forth across the field, Tommy cheered them on.
Along the sidelines, the parents were standing together watching the game. A few had blankets or folding chairs to sit in. They were all clapping and cheering for the Cougars. Everyone was enjoying the game.
Everyone except Darlene McFarlane.
Darlene was standing amongst all of the other parents. At 41, Darlene was a very beautiful woman and quite aware of it. Her 5’5” figure was well toned and voluptuous, with long legs and full perfect 36C breasts – very much a topic of neighborhood speculation that she had them done as a gift to herself after her recent divorce. Her blonde highlighted hair was put in a high ponytail under a pink tennis visor. She was wearing a pink t-shirt that was tight enough the outline of her white bra was evident, her full breasts stretching the t-shirt which also allowed a nice view of Darlene’s firm, tanned midriff. Her khaki low-rise Capri pants clung to her figure and showed off the curves of her rear. The mini-platform heeled white designer sneakers she wore completed her outfit.
Darlene was standing with her hands on her hips. Her attention wasn’t on the game, but on her son Tommy sitting on the bench and cheering for the team. She clearly was fuming over something. She turned to some of the other parents that were standing near.
“Why doesn’t that terrible coach put Tommy in?” Darlene addressed them. “He hasn’t had a chance to play this entire game and it’s almost over.”
Most of the other parents were able to ignore her, but the three women closest to Darlene were Helen, Marsha, and Linda. These women were known close friends with husbands prominent in the community and considered the foundation of the neighborhood. They each gave Darlene a polite smile.
“There’s still time in the game,” said Linda.
“He may get a chance,” said Marsha.
“It is tie score with only one time out left,” Helen said. “It might not be the best time for the coach to change the line-up.”
“Well I didn’t spend all this time and money to have my son on a soccer team that he doesn’t get to play on.” Darlene haughtily replied. “And I’m going to tell that lazy excuse for a coach just what I think.” She turned and began to walk away from the women.
The polite smiles fell from their faces.
“Can you believe her?” Linda scolded.
“It always seems to be about her, doesn’t it?’ Marsha frowned.
“She dresses like some of the girls I’ve seen my son Jake date.” Helen admonished. “How desperate.”
Darlene marched her way along the sideline and over to Coach Doyle. The coach was a middle-aged, beer-bellied ex-jock. A stick of beef jerky stuck out from his mouth as he chewed on it while keeping his attention on the field.
“C’mon, Jake! Get in there! Pass it to Nick!” Coach Doyle shouted.
Darlene stopped short of Coach Doyle. She stood next to him waiting for Coach Doyle to notice her, but he didn’t even glance over as he continued to shout at the boys on the field. She glanced over her shoulder at the other women who were watching her. Darlene struck a determined pose and turned back to Coach Doyle, tapping him repeatedly on the shoulder.
“Coach Doyle,” Darlene snipped. “I want a word with you.”
“Not now, I’m busy!” Coach Doyle responded without looking at Darlene.
Darlene defiantly tapped at Coach Doyle’s shoulder. “I am a parent and I will not be ignored.”
“Alright already!” Coach Doyle snapped and turned to see Darlene standing next to him. His eyes immediately went to her chest straining against the pink t-shirt. This was something not lost on Darlene, who crossed her arms in front of her and looked disapprovingly at the coach.
“I feel it’s about time you put my son Tommy in the game,” Darlene demanded.
Coach Doyle looked over at Tommy sitting on the bench, then back to Darlene. “Are you kidding me? This is the playoffs! We win this game we’re going to the championship.”
Darlene raised her voice over the clapping and cheering of the other parents who were still watching the game. But others besides Helen, Marsha, and Linda were beginning to notice Darlene standing next to the coach. “I’ve paid good money for Tommy to play on this team…”
Sitting on the bench, Tommy cringed as he watched his mother berate the coach. With one hand on the curve of her hip and the other pointing her finger at the coach, she looked just like she did when she was yelling at him about his homework, cleaning his room, or just about every time she spoke at him.
Tommy also couldn’t help notice how the way Darlene was standing. It seemed like she wanted everyone to be looking at her instead of the game. Like how she always seemed to think everyone should be paying attention and listening to her. Like she always had to be the center of attention. Looking at the parents watching the game, Tommy could see most of the dads were staring at Darlene. He also noticed how Helen, Marsha, and Linda were looking at his mom and talking amongst themselves.
Out on the soccer field were Jake, Nick, and Darin playing for the Cougars. With the action downfield, the boys were able to take a breather and spot Darlene so prominently on the sidelines.
“Damn, there’s Soccer Mom Number One!” Darin grinned.
“She’s the total MILF,” Nick agreed.
Jake stared at Darlene from across the field. “Yeah, that dweeb Tommy’s mom looks like a porn star on her day off. But boy, does she act like a snob!”
Two players from the Tigers dashed by the boys kicking the soccer ball past them.
“Let’s keep out heads in the game, fellas!” Jake exclaimed. On his signal, Nick and Darin ran after the two Tiger’s players. With quick skill, they were able to get the ball back and pass it to Jake who began a charge down the field toward the Tiger’s goalie.
“…and I will not tolerate my son being not allowed to play,” Darlene was in mid rant against Coach Doyle, who was doing a slow burn under Darlene’s tirade. Suddenly the other parents cheering for Jake interrupted her. Coach Doyle turned and saw Jake charging the goalie.
“Go Jake!” Coach Doyle shouted and turned away from Darlene to focus on the game again. “Score that goal!” Darlene was left ignored and fuming at the sidelines while everyone cheered Jake on.
Jake gave a powerful kick and the soccer ball sailed past the Tiger’s goalie. The parents at the sideline erupted into cheers. All the boys on the Cougars rushed to Jake and surrounded him, patting him on the back. Darin and Nick hoisted him on their shoulders, and with the rest of the players, carried Jake off the field. As they passed by Darlene, Jake gave her a wink.
Darlene blinked in confusion at the younger boy’s wink. That’s when Coach Doyle turned his attention to Darlene and stepped a little closer to her. For a moment she seemed startled and surprised by the coach’s now gruff tone.
“Here’s an idea,” Coach Doyle drawled. “I’ll keep coaching this team to the championship next week and you…” He let his eyes run up and down Darlene’s figure. “Well…you just do what you do best.” With that, the coach walked off to congratulate the team.
Darlene was left standing by herself as everyone else was cheering and surrounding the boys. She regained her composure. With a pout upon her lips, she turned and began to march across the field to the parking lot where her BMW Z3 sat.
Tommy was crowding around his teammates, doing his best to include himself in the celebration. “Way to go, Jake!” Tommy said.
Jake grinned, “Hey, we couldn’t have done it without you, Tommy!” The other boys on the team laughed. Although he wasn’t sure why, Tommy joined in with them.
Helen stood with her husband, Frank who was proudly putting his arm around their son Jake’s shoulders. “Well boys,” Helen smiled. “We’re all so happy to see you going to the championship, we’ve decided to throw a party for you all on Saturday afternoon. Everyone is invited. Be sure to tell your parents.”
The boys all cheered. From across the field, the horn on Darlene’s BMW honked twice. Tommy looked over to see his mother standing by the car and waving impatiently at him to get over there. He reluctantly glanced back to his teammates.
“Say fellas, I gotta go but I’ll see you all on Saturday!” Tommy ran across the field and to the parking lot where Darlene stood waiting.
“Let’s go, sweetie,” Darlene fussed. “I have a nail appointment that I mustn’t miss. And make sure you take off those dirty cleats before you get in the car.”
As Darlene opened the door and began to get into the car, Tommy excitedly ran around to the other side. “Hey mom, Jake’s mom is having a victory party for the Cougars at her house on Saturday. Can I go?”
While starting up the car, Darlene put on a pair of expensive designer sunglasses and checked her lip-gloss and hair in the rearview mirror. Tommy had to ask her two more times to get her attention.
“We’ll see, sweetie,” Darlene snipped. And with that, Darlene sped out of the parking lot.
2.
“C’mon mom, hurry up. We’re already late for the party!”
It was Saturday afternoon, almost past 4pm. Tommy was sitting on the couch. He wore a baggy pair of cargo shorts and his Cougar jersey. His skinny legs tapped nervously on the carpet while he cast his eyes down the hall that led to his mother’s room.
“I told you I will be out in a minute,” Darlene’s snippy response came from behind her closed bedroom door.
“You said that over an hour ago,” Tommy whined.
“Young man, I will be out when I say so,” Darlene snapped. “If you say another word we will not be going to this party at all.”
Darlene was standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a tight white low cut cotton halter top that offered an abundant view of her cleavage. Her short little faded jean skirt showed off her long tanned legs which were accented by the criss-crossing white straps around her ankles from the cork wedge heeled sandals she had on. Her blonde highlighted hair was up in a cute sky-blue scarf. Her makeup was perfect as she finished putting a pink gloss to her lips. She gave herself another once over, adjusting the thin straps of her halter top on her tanned bare shoulders.
The bedroom door opened and Tommy gaped in astonishment as he watched his mother come walking down the hall. The front of the low cut white halter trembled with the obviousness that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her short little jean skirt inched just a bit higher up her thighs as she took each clopping step in her strappy wedge heel sandals.
“Well, just don’t sit there, Tommy,” Darlene didn’t even glance over at him as she went over to grab her purse and sunglasses off the stand in the foyer. “You do want to go to the party, don’t you?”
Tommy awkwardly stood up. Confused and embarrassed to be getting the beginnings of an erection. He became a bit sweaty and tried to adjust himself. “Be right there, mom.”
Darlene put on her dark designer sunglasses and touched up her make-up in the mirror hanging in the foyer. “Sweetie, I’m going to the car.” She took her keys off the stand and with her clutch purse in the other hand, walked out the front door.
“Right behind you, mom!” Tommy clumsily followed through the foyer and out the door.
3.
“Tell him that is the listing price and not a cent lower!”
Darlene was driving on the way to the party and talking on her cell phone. She testily continued, “We’ve already discussed the closing contract and he was ready to sign.”
Sitting next to Darlene, Tommy couldn’t help making glimpses out of the corner of his eye at how her perfect breasts were lifted and straining against the thin white halter top. Or how the short little jean skirt she wore shifted higher up her thighs while driving.
“That isn’t the point,” Darlene stated into her cell. “If he cannot accept those terms you have him call me personally.” She snapped her cell phone shut and put it on the console. “We’re only going to be able to stay at the party about a half hour to an hour at the most.”
“Aw, mom…” Tommy groaned.
“Sweetie, I have a very important deal to close and I’m taking time out of my very busy schedule just to take you to this party,” Darlene replied.
“But this is a chance for me to hang out with the guys,” Tommy said.
Darlene didn’t even glance at her son as she continued to drive. “This is not open for discussion, young man. When it is time to go, we will leave and I do not want any nonsense from you. Now sit there and be quiet while Mother makes another call.” Darlene picked up her cell and began dialing.
4.
“Hello everyone! We’re here!”
The party at Helen’s home was in full swing. The parents were standing off to the kitchen and dining area enjoying cocktails. Some of the boys were in the big backyard kicking a soccer ball around. Some were gathered around the sunken den where they were eating pizza and playing Xbox on the den’s widescreen TV. And everyone stopped what they were doing at the same time to see Darlene stood in the foyer with Tommy slouching just behind her.
Helen paused in mid conversation with Linda and Marsha. The three women disapprovingly took in Darlene’s outfit from head to toe.
“It seems Little Miss Look At Me has arrived, “ Linda said.
“Can you believe her? Could that skirt be any shorter?” Marsha observed.
“She looks like she should be standing on a street corner. Not a boy’s soccer party,” Helen touchily noted. All three women noticed how their own husbands were staring at Darlene.
And they weren’t the only ones. The boys in the den all were looking at Tommy’s mom the moment she walked through the front door. Among them, Jake, Nick, and Darin grinned to each other.
“The MILF has arrived,” Nick said.
“Damn I don’t think she ain’t even wearing a bra,” Darin observed.
“I’d do her in a heartbeat, “ Jake smiled. “Too bad she’s so stuck up.”
Darlene smiled and waved at everyone from the foyer. She then turned to Tommy, slightly leaning forward to look at him. She was completely unaware of how she was giving the boys in the den just below a tantalizing view of her cleavage.
“Now sweetie, try and have a good time and make friends,” Darlene said. “I’ll be over with the grown ups. But if any of those boys tease you, I want you to come tell me.”
Tommy looked over his shoulder down into the den where he could see all the boys checking out his mom. Even when he turned back to her, his eyes couldn’t help going to how the low cut halter pushed her cleavage up. He felt sweat break out upon his brow. “Geez, mom,” Tommy stammered.
“Don’t ‘Geez Mom’ me, young man,” Darlene retorted. “If you don’t stand up to these boys, I will.”
Darlene straightened up and stepped past Tommy so she could stand above the three steps that led down into the den. It was obvious she had the boys’ attention from where she stood. She put her hands on her hips. “Now, listen boys,” she demanded. “I don’t want any of you picking on Tommy. He’s a sensitive boy and does not appreciate the teasing you give him.”
Nick and Darin were both about to laugh, but Jake poked them both with his elbows. He smiled up at Darlene. “We wouldn’t dream of doing that. He’s one of the fellas. I’ll personally look after him. Just for you.” Jake winked at Darlene.
Darlene blinked. For the second time she found herself slightly confused by the boy’s obvious flirtation. She regained her composure and turned and walked over to where the other adults were having cocktails.
Tommy looked down at the boys in the den. Jake grinned up at him. “Hey, Tommy-boy, c’mon down!”
Tommy took a tentative step down the den to join the other boys.
Meanwhile, Darlene walked across the room. She was brimming with the confidence of her entrance and was feeling that self satisfied thrill she felt when she knew all eyes were on her as she walked over to the other adults in the room.
“Hi everyone,” Darlene smiled, her white teeth beaming. She gave a hug and a kiss on the cheek to David, Roy, and Frank – Linda, Marsha, and Helen’s husbands – letting her hug linger a little longer with Frank. She was completely unaware of how the other women were rolling their eyes behind her back. “Oh Frank,” Darlene cooed. “Have you been working out?”
As Frank sheepishly admitted to putting on weight, Darlene turned away from the men just in time for their wives to put on proper faces. They all greeted Darlene with a practiced patience and social perfection.
“Helen,” Darlene hugged her last, then stood back to look around the house. “I just love what you’ve done here. It’s so much for so little.”
Helen’s managed to force a tight lipped smile, “Thank you, Darlene. That means a lot coming from you. That’s quite an outfit. How do you ever fit into it?”
Darlene, too self absorbed to notice Helen’s barely concealed sarcasm, struck a little pose, turning her attention to the husbands who were careful not to gawk at Darlene. “Oh this is just something I put together at the last minute,” Darlene smiled at the men. “Just something cute and casual for the party.” Darlene turned all her attention to Roy, Marsha’s husband. “Roy, could you be a dear and get me a glass of white wine?”
Roy nodded like a schoolboy. “Sure, Darlene. Coming right up.”
Marsha scowled at her husband scurrying off for Darlene who was now casually flirting between David and Frank. She exchanged knowing looks of dissatisfaction between Linda and Helen.
Across the room, most of the boys in the den had returned their attention to the Xbox games. But Jake, Nick, and Darin were standing around Tommy. They were all looking at Darlene as she sipped on her glass of wine and seemed to be flirting with the husbands and enjoying the attention she was getting from them, while also seemingly unaware of how the other women at the party frostily regarded her.
“Boy, I tell you,” Jake said. “She is such a hottie. Hey Tommy-boy, is she really your mom?”
“Ever see her boobs?” Darin asked.
“Ah heck with that,” Nick poked Tommy with his elbow. “Ever see her naked?”
The boys laughed and Tommy found himself laughing along. Jake shook his head while looking at Darlene. “Seriously, Tommy-boy, how do you not have boner twenty-four hours a day with her walking around the house looking like that?”
“I don’t know…” Tommy stammered.
The boys laughed again. Jake slung his arm around Tommy’s shoulders. “That’s funny. Hey, Tommy-boy, my dad has some beers in the ‘fridge. Want one?”
“Really?” Tommy worriedly asked.
Jake grinned, nodding at Nick and Darin. “Sure pal. My dad got them for the team party. And you’re on the team, right?”
Tommy brightened up. “Right!”
The boys weren’t the only ones watching Darlene. Helen, Linda, and Marsha were watching how their husbands were paying such attention to Darlene who was obviously enjoying it.
“She is just so shameless,” commented Linda.
“I honestly cannot stand her,” Marsha added. They both looked to Helen, who was watching Darlene flirt with her husband Frank.
“I’ve been thinking, ladies,” Helen said to them. “And I think I have a plan.” From her pants pocket, Helen took out a blue capsule. “I found this in my son Jake’s drawer while cleaning his room. I was going to ground him for it, but now I’m thinking it might be fun to put it in Darlene’s wine. Just to see what happens.”
“Oh Helen, that is just perfect,” Linda admired.
“If anything I hope it puts her to sleep,” Marsha seethed as she watched Darlene laugh and put her hand on her husband Roy’s arm. “She is beyond annoying.”
Helen winked at her friends. “Leave it to me, ladies. The next drink Darlene has will be a doozy.”
5.
“Oh, Frank that is just the funniest joke!” Darlene giggled loudly.
Darlene sipped from her glass of white wine. Although it was only her third glass - after the one that Helen had poured her – Darlene was feeling just a bit tipsy. She was finding herself smiling and a warm tingling feeling running through herself that just made her feel so…she just didn’t know, but she found herself leaning close to Frank while he told another silly joke. She was completely unaware of how her pert nipples were pressing against the thin material of her white cotton halter top.
Most of the other parents had left, taking their children along with her as Darlene started to become a little more tipsy and a lot more flirtatious. As the center of attention among Frank, David, and Roy, Darlene was giggling loudly and letting her voice rise as she complimented Frank or made flirty little comments to David and Roy. She particularly seemed to be enjoying asking Roy to get her anything from another glass of wine to a paper napkin. As soon as he would hurry off, Darlene would giggle to Frank and David, swaying slightly between them. The men would have to put their arm around her or place their hand at the small of her back to steady her. Not that they seemed to mind.
Helen, Linda, and Marsha were watching Darlene with growing disapproval.
“She is just too much,” Linda admonished.
Marsha looked to Helen. “I thought you said it would put her to sleep. Just what is in that pill?”
Helen shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. But I didn’t think it was possible for Darlene McFarlane to be anymore of a tease.”
Across the room in the den, the boys in the den were drinking beer and being careful to hide the bottles. They were all getting pretty buzzed and were getting a little rowdy as they played Xbox. Occasionally they would look from the game to check out Darlene whenever she giggled or made a flirty comment to the men she was standing with.
Tommy was starting to feel very drunk and light headed after drinking two beers. He couldn’t help it, but he was finding himself staring at his mom every time the other boys would make a comment about her. Even from across the room he could see how her nipples were pressing against the tight white low cut halter top. At times Darlene would sit on the arm of the sofa and Tommy’s eyes focused on how her short little jean skirt inched up her tan thighs. She seemed unaware that every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs, she was giving anyone looking a quick glimpse up her skirt and of the lacy white front of her panties.
Tommy was also starting to see how flirty his mom was acting. She seemed to be a bit drunk herself. No longer so snippy and rude, he noticed. She was standing very close to Jake and Darin’s dads. He could see how she was sometimes leaning very close to them, especially Jake’s dad Frank. Tommy could also see how the dads were putting their arms around her or resting their hands on her hips. He also was seeing how the other moms seemed to be looking at Darlene and then whispering to themselves.
Jake clapped his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey, Tommy-Boy! Want another beer?”
Tommy nearly jumped, suddenly realizing he had half a boner going in his cargo shorts. He glanced around at Jake. “Um yeah. Sure!”
Darlene was giggling at something Frank had just said, although she wasn’t sure what. She felt her skin tingling slightly as his hand brushed the small of her back along the two inch gap between the end of her halter and the waistband of her jean skirt that showed off her taut midriff.
But then she happened to see some of the empty beer bottles on the coffee table in the den where the boys were gathered. She even saw the two boys she knew as Nick and Darin were drinking from other beer bottles. Darlene turned to Frank.
“Frank, are you letting the boys drink beer?” Darlene asked, unaware her own words slurred ever so slightly.
Frank grinned and pulled Darlene a little closer. “Hey, it’s a party right?” He and the other men chuckled.
Darlene pulled herself away from Frank. Almost out of nowhere, her bitchiness seemed to resurface. “Well, I’m not going to have my son drinking any beer. He’s underage!”
She walked away from the husbands who were left standing confused. They watched as Darlene walked by their wives with a haughty air. “I certainly do not appreciate you allowing your husband to serve beer to my son,” Darlene snipped at Helen as she walked by.
Darlene marched over to stand at the top of the sunken den. She put her hands on her hips, expecting the boys to look up at her, but at the moment they were huddled around the Xbox while laughing and drinking beers. Darlene’s pout went to a serious frown when she saw Tommy staggering slightly and holding a beer bottle. With a huff, Darlene stepped down into the den.
“Tommy, you put that bottle down this instant!” Darlene snapped.
All of the boys stopped to turn around and look at Darlene standing in the den. Her hands were back on her hips and she stood in a defiant pose. Tommy blanched upon seeing his mom.
“Aw mom,” he slurred. “I’m just having one. All of the other guys are having one.”
Darlene walked even closer to where the group of boys stood. She took the beer bottle from Tommy’s hand and leaned over to put it on the coffee table, unwittingly giving the boys another tantalizing look at her cleavage. She straightened up to scold the boys, waving her finger at them.
The other parents now stood at the top of the den to see what Darlene was doing.
“You boys should all know better,” Darlene snipped at the boys. “I will not have you getting my son drunk!”
“Mom…” Tommy pleaded with embarrassment.
“Don’t ‘Mom’ me, young man,” Darlene said. “It’s time for you to leave. And the rest of you boys, put down those beers!”
“Ah, pipe down,” Nick muttered from behind Jake and Darin. “You ain’t our mom.”
Darlene’s eyes drew into slits. “Who said that?’ She demanded. “Which one?”
Nick began to overact how drunk he was by slurring his words and staggering about the den as he waved a pair of car keys. “I can do whatever I want. I’m 18!”
Darlene took a step toward Nick. “Young man, I want you to give me those keys right now!”
But Nick dodged Darlene. He grinned at her and held the keys above his head. Darlene, determined to have her way, started reaching for the keys, her full breasts straining against her thin halter.
Seeing this, Nick began to taunt Darlene by holding the keys higher which had her jumping up to try to teach them, causing her breasts to bounce and heave to the point where they looked like they might overspill from her low cut halter.
Jake grinned at Darin. “Hey Nick, over here!”
Nick tossed the keys to Jake. Darlene went after them, reaching for them as Jake dangled them out of her reach. He then tossed them to Darin, who tossed them to Nick, who tossed them to Jake and a few of the other boys who had now gathered around Darlene.
The other parents watched with slight amusement as Darlene began to turn this way and that, trying to get the keys from the boys who were beginning to laugh at Darlene’s attempts. She seemed so determined she was unaware of how foolish she was beginning to look. Frank looked over at his wife, Helen. “Shouldn’t we do something about this?”
Helen just smiled at the other wives. “Let’s just see where this goes.”
Darlene was starting to feel dizzy and tipsy from turning back and forth and trying to grab the keys. “You little brats,” she hissed. “Stop that!” The thin straps of her halter top had slipped down her bare shoulders while she was trying seize the keys. Darlene just wasn’t aware of how her breasts were bouncing dazzlingly close to falling out of her low cut halter.
Jake laughed as Darlene turned away from him to grab the keys he tossed to Darin. As Darlene turned, Jake reached out and slapped Darlene’s rear.
“Ohhh!” Darlene exclaimed. She started to turn to see who slapped her rear, but then Darin slapped her there, too. And when she turned again, someone else behind her did the same.
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Nadene
- 29.10.2022
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