A long time ago, I got this concept from Literotica. But still, I can't remember what it was titled. Sometimes I just go through Literotica to find that brilliant story. However, I lost the story because I used to read erotica without signing up. So here is a pro tip, always bookmark your stories.
This story might not be for everyone (see tags), but I hope you like this new idea. If this is not your cup of tea, simply skip it. There are plenty of other good stories around. If you decide to risk it and then like it, please be kind and leave a comment or just vote.
All the characters are 18+
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Sarah Smith is my name. I got married when I was 19 and had my first kid when I was 21. My son, William, is now 20 and doing well in his first year of college, but I still refer to myself as a "soccer mom" since William still relies on his mother to communicate with the couches and the management staff. William was just nine years old when his father departed, and then I was left to raise him on my realtor's wage.
However, my son's facing problems with his new football team. Back in high school, he was a star player, but now he's struggling to be on the main team. I talked with other boys' parents, and most of them are like me, crazy about their sons. After talking with them, I found that there is a private academy for extra training, and their management system is so good that even parents have to wear uniforms inside the academy.
"My first thing of the next morning will be to give a visit to this fantastic academy."
Holy shit! They have been right about parents' uniforms like their kids. That was the first thing I saw when I entered the academy, but the uniforms seem a little short for them, and honestly, they're looking damn hot mom. Where the daddys are gone, they're supposed to be around here and eye-fucking those hot soccer moms. I think I should talk to them first before meeting the register.
"Hir, girls. How is everything going?"
"Hi..." everybody at once. "Fucking good."
"I was here to admit my son. Any tips for me!"
"Hehe..." everybody at once giggled. "Seduce the register, easy."
I laughed with them and left immediately. Now I understand why they're wearing such short and revealing dresses. Though they have a good sense of fashion, it's an art to look like a slut. A few minutes later, I found the register room and waited for my turn to come. Oooh! They must be good at their jobs; look at the crowded waiting room.
Finally, my turn has come. "Hi, I'm Sarah Smith. You can call me Sarah."
"I'm Carlos. Take a seat," the register replied.
Wow, he's in a mood. The last mom must be a bitch like others. "So, can we start the registration process?"
"Not so first, Lady!" Carlos stooped me in the middle. "Your son's performance isn't good enough..."
"But, that is the reason I'm here."
"Let me finish. Your son's performance isn't good enough for our academy," Carlos said. "Now you can leave, mam."
What the fuck? The last girl was here for at least 30 minutes but sometimes made awkward noises. For me, it's not even a minute, but he's telling me to leave his office. Fuck it! I'll find another academy for my son, not this pile of shit. I left the academy and came back home.
"Hi, sweetie! When did you come from the college?"
"Almost an hour ago. Where have you been all day?" William asked.
I can't imagine I had spent the whole day at this academy but had been inside the room for less than a minute. "I have been in the academy, honey."
"How does it go?" William asked. "I heard it's tough to get in there."
"About that, do you truly wish to attend that academy?"
"Yes, mom, all of my friends are practicing there," William replied. "I have to get in there, otherwise my teammates will never know I'm improving."
"Son, don't worry. Mommy got this. They told me to come tomorrow to finalize everything."
"Mom, you're awesome," William hugged me. "I'm calling my friends that I got in."
Holy shit! What have I done? Now I have to find a way to admit my son. What should I do? That's it! Those ladies from the yard, the sexy hot moms. One of them was talking about her restaurant beside our shopping mall. I need to visit her tonight. I didn't waste a moment inside my house doing nothing but thinking.
I found her restaurant and maybe she is in charge here. "Hi, we met at the academy today. I was asking for tips."
"Ahhhh... hhhh! Oh yes, how are you? I'm Corry," Corry replied. "So, your kid's got the chance!"
"I think I have done something wrong, and I lied to my son about his admission. I need help. Please help me."
"I understand your pain. Once I was in the same place now you are." Corry comforted me. "Come inside. We'll talk in my room."
"Okay, thank you very much. I don't know what to do."
"Don't worry? Everything will be alright. The academy is the best, but there is something you need to know." Corry said. "Do you think we wear those slutty cheerleader uniforms for fun? It's fun. I mean, we didn't come up with the idea in the first place."