The Cougar Moms' Cheerleading Squad started as just a bit of fun. It was a way for six single women to get a bit of exercise, have a lark and pretend they were doing it as way to support their shy High School Senior sons to socialise and play some soccer. Then the boys' won a game and Pete Rossini fucked his Mom and they all realised it was serious.
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It was strange, Angela Rossini thought, that even though the six women in tracksuits and pumps had all known each other for a year or longer, that here, now, standing outside on a warm morning in early fall was the first time they'd all been together at once. Their host Megan Carter, a redhead wasp with legs to die for and tits that were just as firm, was standing by the CD player, "I thought we'd start with some easy exercises," she said and reached down to start the music. It began and the blonde stretched skywards, "Stretch right, One... follow me ladies."
Bespectacled brunette Angela cast a smile at her friend Gina Knight, raven haired and slightly taller. Like her Gina had been a shy geeky girl at school who had made an early bad marriage and had been left bringing up a son alone for near to eighteen years. Unlike the wealthy widow Megan they had neither been cheerleaders nor brought up like leadership was their natural right. And because of the second they moved into following her without a shrug, and to be fair to Megan, she might be rich, she might be clever with a degree from a top class university, but she was also their friend and the exercises were easy and suitable for beginners.
"Two, three, stretch left," Megan continued.
Angela did as she was told, stretching her body as far as was comfortable and then a little further. The woman on her left was going over more, twenty five years before Susan Peterson had been the stereotypical High School cheerleader, and not a nice person she had confided in Angela the first time they'd met; snooty, mean, a bully. She had laughed at and humiliated the science geeks who stuttered in terror whenever she'd passed them in the corridor, teasing them with a flick of a sexy ass they would never touch. Perhaps there was a God, though or a Satan and one of the nerds had sold his soul for revenge, as now it was her son, Bryan, who was the quiet, stumbling braniac who was ignored by his female classmates and spent his time in his room reading comic books. Time and parenthood had mellowed Susan and when she spoke of her time in High School it was often with regret and embarrassment. But if her personality had changed her body hadn't, she was still slender and lithe with bosoms that remained hard and firm even if she was in her mid-forties.
"Okay, let's bend and touch our toes, we can do it," Megan called encouraging.
In front of Angela Hannah Williams was bending, her ass cheeks creasing at her tracksuit bottoms. She was the tiniest of the women, barely reaching five feet and a couple of inches, but if she was petite in height and waist, she was also the bustiest of the women. Years ago she'd been a hard drinking, coke snorting stripper and had got pregnant as a result of a one-nighter. A brief stint in prison and couple of stints for her toddler son in care had shocked her into cleaning up her act and now she was a checkout supervisor in the local store and as loving a Mom as the rest of them.
"Okay stand and stretch," Megan clapped her hands as she spoke and Angela watched the last member of the group straighten and point her hands upwards like a rocket, like Megan and Susan, Julia Vega was an college track star and naturally athletic. The newest member of their little group she was the refugee from across the country fleeing a bitter divorce looking for a new start as a legal assistant in a small town practice. Unlike the other sons Joshua was sporty as well as bright, but with his East Coast accent and shyness he'd never fitted in at school and his soccer games were alone in the back yard, his Mom watching worryingly.
It was how they all met, on a forum for Mom's with bullied sons; at first it had been Angela and Megan chatting about how boys got bullied for being bright whether they went public or private schools and discovering they lived close by had met and become friends. Angela had introduced Gina, a fellow Mom at her school - though even though their sons were in the same year the boys couldn't be called close, to be that you needed to have friends and neither had any of them. Susan had come on next, she was from a few towns over, but near enough to meet Angela and then Gina and finally meeting Megan with Hannah in tow, who came from a small town in between, but who also posted on the board. And finally in came Julia, her posts all about how her son was finding it difficult to fit in with the cross-country move and how it meant the same for her. As she lived near as well it had only been polite for Megan and Hannah to meet her for lunch. And for the last six months the six of them had been meeting in a whirl of twos and threes and fours, even a couple of times as a five, but never as a six.
At first their lunchtime conversations had been solely about their sons, but as time went on they talked about other things and before they knew it the six women would have called themselves friends, good friends. Unsurprisingly Angela recalled as she stretched downwards again, it had been Megan's idea.
"Listen Angela," Megan placed a latte in front of her friend and sat down, "I've been thinking of something we can do which is fun and will help the boys."
"Go on," Angela was always interested in anything that would help Pete out of his shell, he was so sweet and clever and his Mom's biased eyes handsome and cute, but he was so, so shy it was crippling.
"They should form a soccer team. You know Josh is sporty, he could coach that would help him fit in and the others only hate sport because they're no good at it. If they were playing amongst themselves it wouldn't matter, there's no-one who would bully them off the ball."
Angela paused, "It seems like a good idea, but they'd never go for it."
Megan smiled, her red thin lips just visible above her cup. She took a sip, leaving Angela waiting for her to continue, "We don't tell them it's a soccer team. They come over to my place and outside there's a net and some balls, I've been talking to Julia and she's sure Josh would organise them into a kick about as long as there's no jock about who'll bully them."
It sounded good to Angela, except, "The boys hardly know each other, Pete goes to the same school as Todd, but they're not friends and I think he may have met your Rory once. It's not like they're all going to troop over to your house and hang round."
"That's the fun part," Megan said, "They're not coming over to hang together. They're coming over because all there Moms are coming over because we're going to get our High School spirit back on and form a cheerleading squad. As loving Mom's we don't want them left alone all day, but we don't want them watching us practice our cheering so what better excuse to send them out to the garden."
It was Angela's turn to smile, "You just want to do some cheerleading."
