Soccer Mom

[badbabysitter]

"hi, you've reached the Dodsons, sorry we cant come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message after the beep...BEEEP""

"Hi Mom, coach is keeping me after class for some private training, its been really great, you've really had an impact on him on the team, I wont be back untill at least 8 tonight..love you.."

Deanna Dodson couldnt answer her sons call because she was being triple teamed in the middle of her living room. Three long fat cocks were filling her up, and pounding away at her mercilessly.


She was grunting and groaning under their assault and loving every whorish second of it.
And the most dirty part of it was..these were her sons friends..all 18 year old boys, who had been having their way with her for two weeks now.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at the clock..it was only 330..these bastards had spent since noon fucking her silly and they would go right till7 to make sure they still had time to leave before her son got home.


Then she would have to "talk"to the coach ..in the back of his van while he fucked her in the ass.

She reflected on how it all began..when she was called in tow weeks ago to her sins school to discuss his poor performance on the team..

Deana Dodson
single mother
38
curly auburn haur, brown eyes, tanned skin
36D 30- 34

 

[grettr]

Justin Slate
just turned 18
6'3"
195 lbs
blond with grey eyes

It was just a week ago he had come by to pick up his friend Todd Dobson only to find out he had been held up at school and met Ms. Dobson....

 

[SparkyMan]

Coach Frank Mathers

Coach Frank Mathers
Age: 40
6'3" -- 200 lbs
Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, Very dark tan from repeated exposure to the soccer sun

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It had been three weeks since Deanna Dodson had come to my office, begging and pleading for her son, Todd, not to be cut from the squad. I had informed her that not only was he sub-par athletically, but he was also failing academically. I was amazed at how distraught she had become, nearly crying in front of me as she pleaded on her son's behalf.

Now I've had my share of overly influential parents, often arguing vehemently with me that their kid should be getting more playing time than the other's; but this was the first time I've ever had a soccer mom, crying for me to keep her son on the team. I wasn't quite sure how to handle it, until she offered to do whatever it took to make sure her son stayed on the team. Apparently it was very important for her to make sure that he made the team.

I later came to find out that Todd was in line to receive a lucrative inheritance from his grandfather, who was a professional soccer player. He had put his money into estate and willed it all to the first of his descendents to play a starting position on a collegiate soccer team. The money would not only pay all college costs, but also leave quite a sizable amount for the college graduate, and whomever their appointed trustee was! It was a greedy money motivational desire for Deana.

Anyway, as I sat in my office chair, looking at the pitiful mother, I couldn't help but admire her delectable figure. Her curly auburn hair hung over her shoulders as she wiped the tears from her big brown eyes. I sensed an air of ultimate desperation when I uttered that I just couldn't find any reason to keep him on the team.

Deana's desperation seemed to rise a bit, and I could sense her worriedness. I felt sorry for her, and wanted to help her out. "Ms. Dobson," I offered. "Todd is going to need a lot of specialized attention both academically and athletically to bring him to a level where he can make the team. I know this wonderful tutoring facility that works wonders with students that find themselves behind the eight ball. You could also enroll Todd in one of the elite soccer training programs, where I'm sure he'd improve upon his current level of proficiency. However, I must warn you that those options are not cheap."

I couldn't help but notice the 36D breasts as they rose and fell with each measured breath Deana took. Suddenly, another idea popped into my head (actually both of them). "Ms. Dobson," I continued, interrupting her thought about forking out an inordinate amount of money for something that wasn't necessarily a guarantee. Lying I said, "Todd shows a lot of great potential." I could see Deana's eyes brighten. "There may be another opportunity ..."

OOC: Revised to allow a more subtle transformation.

 

[And 1]

OOC This looks an intresting thread ,hope you don't mind if i join.

IC Name Andrew Alexander Age 18 Height 5.8 180ilbs
Black hair blue eyes Captain of sons soccer team.

Andrew smiled to himxelf as entered the Dodson house. He rembered how he found out about coaches special rewards for his players. At first when Todd started getting more game time he was a bit suspicious and promised the rest of the team who where complaing that as Captain he woud talk to the coach. He couldn't of timed it any better, for he caught coach and Todd's mother one time after practice and after the coach explained his extra traning Andrew agreed not to tell the school board or any one else about this. He knew Todd would be busy with the coach and that Mrs Dodson was desprate to keep her son in the team. Andrew smirked as he entered the house and was greeted by Mrs Dodson "Todd" he thought 'you don't know how thankful to your mom you are" he grinned as he slowy kissed her as she ran her hands over the bulge forming in his pants.

 

[badbabysitter]

Arrrgggh!!!!

 

[badbabysitter]

sorry..the thread is over.. 3 extra writers,,and only one who even remotely paid attetion to the plot..thanks anyway