The Soccer Mom 3

The Soccer Mom

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The hottest MILF at soccer field

All characters are over 20. This is non-consensual fiction.

A Stroker Ace production

This story is called The Soccer Mom. It's a good, proper title. Some stories practically write themselves. Others need help. This story is written the way it happened to Ryan.

But remember this general rule; the people that know the facts, can't write. Then again; when it comes to MILF's, does anyone really care about facts?

The Soccer Mom

From a little Piper Cub, flying lazily at 500ft you can see the sub-division laid out beneath you. Curving roads and cul-de-sac, all with well-to-do single family homes, most with swimming pools. In the middle is a park of green grass with a baseball diamond, tennis courts and a soccer field. It's soccer season and a game is in progress. The side lines are lined with proud parents watching the game.

Soccer season is Feb thru Oct and playoffs go into Dec. She is there at all of her daughter, Stacy's games. Everyone in the neighborhood knows of the soccer mom. Men call her hot, or a hot MILF. Women are not so kind. The soccer mom is beautiful beyond belief. She is Stacy's Mom, Mrs. Eleanor Brooks. They all agree, she is the hottest MILF in the neighborhood.

She attends all of her daughter's games from Feb to Oct. The boys arrive at the field while girls are still playing. They take the field after the girl's games.

Soccer Mom stands at the sideline showing off her incredible figure, wafer-thin body, plump round-tight ass and beautiful pale skin. When she calls out to urge her team on, her smile lights up her beautiful face and her voice is like a summer rain. Spools of her long brunette hair spilled around her face, falling to her breasts. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with life and promise.

At first, when Ryan was caught staring at her, he tried to cover it by nodding hello, as he took the field. Several games later they had exchanged names and were making small talk about their games. She introduced herself as Mrs. Brooks.

"Call me Eleanor. I'm Stacy's mom."

"Hi. I'm Ryan. Stacy was in some of my classes."

By August they were friends and she was following his games as well. Her voice was sweet as a songbird. She was always in fashion, her nails painted to perfection. She was by far, the hottest soccer mom on the field.

Coach said it best, "Women like her get compliments all the time. She also gets catcalls and slut-shamed."

"Damn that soccer mom's booty looks good." The whole team was trying not to stare at her butt while hiding their boners.

A couple of games later, Ryan was helping Mrs. Brooks load an ice chest cooler into her SUV after a match. She was alone with him for a few minutes.

"Sweetie, thanks that cooler is so heavy. At least for me it is, but not for a big strong boy like you. You know, I think you are cute. I feel very attracted to you... You make me feel... 'll do anything. Never mind! Anyway you will make some lucky girl very happy. Listen to me ramble on. Please don't tell anyone." Eleanor said, ashamed of saying her thoughts out loud.

*

Several games later, at the hotel where Ryan worked part-time, he arranged to reserve a double bed room for the weekend. Using a room for a night was a little job perk that the hotel allowed during the slow summer months. Ryan was their part-time IT person. Meaning he re-started the router once in a while and helped guests connect to the hotel Wi-Fi.

"You have on too many clothes. Take your pants off for me, Mrs. Brooks."

"Oh sweetie, if you are trying to seduce a woman, don't call her 'Mrs.' It makes her feel old. Call me, Eleanor," she said, taking his bold comment as a joke.

"Okay. Take your pants off, Eleanor."

"Ryan, that's not proper thing to ask a grown woman. This is not a high school prom date. You are my daughter's friend. Ryan, I've known you for months. You asked me to meet you privately at this hotel and I agreed. I hope it wasn't a mistake!"

There is no mistake, Eleanor. Unless you make it one. I have noticed your Precious Moments figurine collection and your award winning stamp collection. You could call it an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. It's an obsession."

His words rang true to her. Mrs. Eleanor Brooks stood, wide eyed and blushing, shocked to be in such a conversation with her daughter's friend.

"I am giving you a better, more rewarding obsession. Now take those pants off, Eleanor."

She had flirted with compulsion all her life.

In her head, from years ago, the voice of her therapist reverberated, '

Obsessive neurosis is a concept to define a disorder associated with psychological tensions, characterized by the presence of obsessive thoughts that trigger compulsive behaviors or that can lead to actions.'

"I'm sorry... No."

But she didn't turn and walk out, Ryan noted. If anything, she looked conflicted.

Eleanor found herself unable to leave, not wanting to offend his dominant voice. She looked into Ryan's eyes, mesmerized by his youthful confidence. She felt warmth, a need to please, flowing into her.

Ryan looked at Mrs. Brooks, seeing Eleanor for the first time in a new light, a sexual light, where he was claiming this incredible woman. Something about her response, about her body language, assured him that he could actually pull it off. His confidence swelled, much like his growing erection.

She was a shapely MILF with an hourglass figure, with nice boobs, not the biggest but high and firm. Her pale skin and brunette hair, and was supremely cut to frame her face. She was shy yet fun when you got to know her, with a deep connection with people. But still she could be rude when she wanted.

Today she wore Lime green leggings that hid her panty lines, over Chuck Taylor high-tops. She had on a white scoop neck, pull-over top, under a tan, light comfy sweater that matched perfectly with her long brunette hair. A gold pendant sparkled between her full breasts from a necklace about her neck.

Eleanor stood looking intently at him, her pretty face clouded in confusion. Why was young Ryan acting this way? Where did this come from?

All the books that Ryan read, and there were many, had insisted on the same thing.

'You must be bold, brave, and courageous and find a way to shock a reluctant mind into action.'

'Any sign of doubt, of indecision and your effort is doomed to failure. The obsessive personality seeks decisive strength.'

Ryan knew that this was a critical point. To win her over he had to be decisive and bold. One wrong move could ruin his chances.

"We could begin by me humiliating you. Or you could agree that despite my being polite, and nice, I am exactly the owner-master your obsession needs, and you will watch and listen intently and respectfully when I direct you."

Ryan walked towards her, and cupped her breast to get her attention, which made her whimper in alarm from the disrespect of this young man.

He nodded gravely, and then said, ''I am feeding your need for obsession, for structure, for compulsive actions. I am not afraid to discipline you, as long as you learn. Do I have your acceptance of me and respect for me, as your master-owner?"

Her face turned beet red.

"Your craving depends on your next move."

Feeling startled and overwhelmed, she leaned back against the wall for support, not sure of what to do under the competing pressures. Ryan was her daughter's age! Yet her pussy had warmed and was now throbbing for attention. In her addiction, her mind lost all focus, overwhelmed by emotional desire for structure and the comfort of rules and the ever present sexual arousal. In the end, Mommy wanted some sugar and decided to let her kink play out.

Shocked and ashamed, she knew she must be looking stupid and she felt stupid, like a bimbo. She was trying her hardest not to moan or say something stupid.

She closed her eyes in shame as her obsession won out. In a little girl's voice, she said, "Y-yes, Ryan. Owner-master."

Like an addict seeking the pleasures of another high, she sought the comfort of rules and the pleasure of satisfying a dominant. She would call him Master or Owner or whatever he wished, to get her dopamine fueled high.

"Now, take off those pants."

Shamefully, she glanced down and slowly wiggled her green leggings from her hips, exposing her panties, the color of a ripe peach.

"Down to your knees!"

The lime green stretchy yoga pants stretched inside out and clung tightly to her ample thighs, even as the waistband was pulled to her knees, she still couldn't raise her eyes.

"Now the..." His voice threatened to break from his excitement but he caught it in time. "panties."

A heartbeat of hesitation, her eyes raised and locked on him, while her hands slid under the waistband and her peach panties peeled down. Her crotch was shaved, leaving a small, thin landing strip above a plump vulva.

Ryan's eyes followed her panties down. They clung for a moment to that damp mystical slit and then slid down, to rest atop her leggings. A streak of creamy white discharge clearly visible, but her eyes were still on Ryan.

The sight of this gorgeous woman's groomed pussy and seeing her panties, soiled with her arousal, gave Ryan a rush! Beneath the thin patch of hair, he could see her slit between her puffy vulva.

She was embarrassed to feel her pussy naked with her clothes about her knees. She could guess what this meant to a young man like Ryan; having her, a grown woman, motionless, obedient, stripped and displayed.

He hadn't told her what he expected to happen. She knew it would be decadent and that thought kept her addicted. Her compulsion was stronger than her pride.

Eleanor tried to figure out why there was so much wetness mingled with her terror, and why her terror seemed so sweet.

Suddenly she looked around, taking in the open curtains at the window. Her hands went to cover her sex.

"What's that noise in the hallway? Is that voices?" She kept looking back and around as if looking for someone in the empty room.

"Eleanor! It's okay. Listen to me. It's just you and me. A little kink, that's all. Just relax and breathe. Loosen your shoulders, shake your arms out; it will get your circulation going. It will be okay. Here, I will close the curtains."

"You are breathing better. Normal. Now stand up straight, for me. Just like that. And don't move."

Ryan went to the picture window and pulled the heavy curtains shut.

Now, Eleanor, listen carefully. I want you to take your shirt off. Take off your sweater and pull your shirt over your head."

Nice, simple commands. It was reassuring to her. As a woman, she was expecting him to want to fondle her breasts. Anyway, her pants were already down. Showing her tits was nothing to worry about, she comforted herself.

Ryan reached for the shoulder strap of her bra. It was a matching set; a peach colored bra and arousal stained panties. With a small penknife he cut the shoulder straps and took the bra off and put it on the dresser. Now, her breasts were naked and free, as was the rest of her from top to her thighs.

Her bare breasts were full, round globes, but their perfection was outdone by her protruding nipples. Dark against her pale breasts, they were small, perfectly round and heavily textured. The nipples stuck out pointing at you, calling for you and demanding your affection.

"Listen. You are doing well," he said reassuringly. Then with a more domineering tone he ordered, "Stand there and don't move."

The feeling of the hotel room changed. It now became a sex chamber where a dominant had laid claim to a submissive.

Ryan backed away, trying to be as quiet as possible. Occasionally glancing back at her, he unplugged the clock and turned off the lights, throwing the hotel room into pitch black darkness.

"Trust me and don't move." His voice came from out of the dark.

Eleanor froze, stunned by the unexpected darkness. Shocked, she started to protest but hesitated, trying to think.

She heard the door shut and the room went dark again. She took a deep breath and resigned herself to the situation.

'She was a big girl'

, she thought. She would stand in the dark for a little while. She would give it two minutes.

Eleanor is left in the pitch black room waiting, lost in her thoughts. Obsession, submission, kink, desire to see where this was going kept her obedient. He said to trust him. She does. She can hear muffled sounds from the hallway. The air conditioner cycled on and off. Each time it came on; has that been five minutes or ten? She can't tell. Her naked body gets so cold when it's on. Should she put on her sweater? Pull her pants up? Turn on a light? Who would know? She would know. He would know. How could she? She had been told not to move. What's that noise? "Hello? Who's there?"

He had told her not to move. She succumbs to her obsession/addiction and waits, 15 min, 30 min, 60 min? She can't tell. Like how she is not sure if she is really alone in the room.

Can't be sure.

*

With a burst of light and noise Ryan rushes in from the hallway. "See, I told you! You owe me. Both of you."

The blinding light from the hallway and three men bursting in was frightening. Eleanor closed her eyes and then eased them open again, against the brightness. Completely disoriented, she didn't know what to do, what was proper.

"There she is; her pussy and tits. The soccer mom you have been dreaming about. Mrs. Eleanor Brooks, the hottest MILF in the neighborhood, Stacy's mom."

"Fuck! You're not kidding. She's naked!" Rodney was truly astonished. "Look at those gigantic nipples! We have to gag her. A penis gag! And a blindfold."

"We're not doing that," Ryan stated. "It's always the bondage stuff with you."

"I can see her nipples and pussy lips." Tom was still standing in the doorway, his mouth hanging open. "Better than I imagined."

"And you can touch them and play with them; she does what I tell her. Come on! Let's keep it going. Rodney, turn on the lights. Tom, lock that damn door!"

Tom had the door locked in a flash while Rodney was still looking for light switches. The first light came on and Tom saw her standing there in all her beautiful sexuality. He lost it, big time. He descended on her and was just all over her body. Pinching, squeezing, biting, fondling.

It hurt and Eleanor cried out.

Ryan told him to be more gentle and slow down, but he wouldn't listen.

He started fingering her, really aggressively and she cried out again. He stepped back to pull his fly down, intending to take his dick out, when Ryan pulled him away and told him to stop.

The three young men stood shoulder to shoulder devouring the soccer mom with their eyes.

To her relief, Eleanor recognized them from the soccer games. Now, she wasn't frightened or turned on so much as just anxious.

The same thought occurred to the three men at the same instant.

'Undress her.'

They descended on her but this time gently, and working together. They supported her weight as they raised each foot in turn and took off her sneakers, socks, leggings and her creamed panties.

The thrill of holding the MILF's arms and legs, supporting her weight, her compliance as she was undressed, was intoxicating. They knew she was theirs for the taking.

Eleanor cringed and stepped back, trying to cover her sex with her hands.

Ryan leaped forward and gave the nude woman a sharp swat on her hands!," you can't cover yourself!"

She yelped, shocked by the sudden strike. "Yes, Ryan. Sorry," she exhaled the words.

The naked woman was blushing and cringing, although her body signaled approval of the strong and eager hands ravishing her body.

Rodney moved behind her, his hands descending down her back and buttocks. One of them penetrated the crevasse of her slit. It was so abrupt that she cried out.

Tom, the only one of the three, claiming to have multiple sexual conquests, laughed.

Rodney said, "Spin her around so I can see her breasts and belly."

They turned her around and turned her again, positioning her to face and be fondled by each of the three boys in turn.

Ryan was first, his hand seized one breast, his mouth latched on to the nipple of the other, while Rodney explored her buttocks. Suddenly she lost her balance and stumbled into Tom's arms. She was turned again, this time her breasts offered to Tom.

"Let's tie her up," Rodney blurted out.

"What for?"

"Uh, I don't know. She could be our sex slave, we could whip her," Rodney answered.

"No. We are not going to do that." Ryan said decisively.

"We could tie her spread eagle on the bed." Rodney wouldn't let it go.

"What we can do is make her kneel down for us," Ryan suggested.

The soccer mom was guided down on her knees. Eleanor was quite uncomfortable in this position since Rodney forced her knees far apart and positioned her hands behind her.

Tom took the room by surprise, quickly undressing, shucking his clothes on the floor, freeing his raging boner. He was proud of his size. He wanted to take the soccer mom right there, he looked around and saw a footrest.

"Put her over that footstool, with her ass up!"

Eleanor inhaled sharply.

Rodney had followed Tom's lead and was stepping out of his pants.

"No! Hold up! You can't fuck her. We can't fuck her. That's Stacy's Mom. How would you like it if someone fucked your Mom?" Ryan got between them like a school crossing guard with a stop sign.

"Boys, your youth and inexperience is showing. You are forgetting about the woman. We want kindness and understanding. I behaved, did what you wanted, played along and deserve some understanding. I might decide to give you more. I decide if I spread my legs for you. But you have to convince me to give you more."

As she talked she paused several times to gather her thoughts. With the boys looking, she stood and approached the bed.

"You can't do this to a woman, I mean tease her and work her up to the edge and not give her satisfaction. There are ways to please a woman without penetration."

"Let me show you. Ryan, do you want to be first?"

The pretty soccer mom settled on the bed, seductively. She looked at Ryan and patted her flat belly, invitingly.

"Start here," she said, offering up her left breast. "Handle with care... at first."

Tom was sitting on the bed, cross legged on one side of her, looking down, hunger in his eyes.

Ryan dropped his pants and went straight to her. He dropped his pants and went straight for her. He was already rock hard and ready. Immediately he was on top of her, ravaging her. His hands were rolling her fat nipples and his tongue playing with hers. He was just so hungry for her body.

"Oh, ooohhh!"

"When you think I am ready, reach down..."

He shoved his hand between her legs, massaging her clit as he claimed her breasts. He told her that her cunt was wet and tight and she melted under his touch.

She let out a passionate moan and trembled slightly under Ryan's hand.

Rodney went around to her other side and lay on the bed, his face close and eyes wide.

"And in. Use your imagination. Change it up."

"OOOHFUKINNGODS!"

"There is a back door too..."

She gasped when he grabbed her between the legs. Her mouth was wide open the entire time moaning and her hands tightly gripping the sheets.

The boys were amazed to watch this sexy woman, eager and obedient. Ryan finger-fucked her deep into the mattress; desperate to get her off. The soccer mom came on his fingers and her finger-fucked her through her climax.

The sheets were soaked and each of the boys wanted to touch wetness and rub it between their fingers, to taste it, to see for themselves.