Football Moms Club 01

Freshly divorced Jessica with football-playing son Brandon move to a new town and college. She is drawn into the Football Moms Club and has to learn quickly that this is more than just a social circle--it's an underground world of seduction, secrets, and power plays.

Soon, Jessica finds herself caught between two queens in a game of influence and desire. As she sheds her past and embraces her newfound confidence, she faces a choice -- become the predator or risk becoming the prey. Being dirty can be a game.

I have written this story in response to an idea in the forum: https://forum.literotica.com/threads/idea-mom-son-pool-party-new-neighbours.1623123

A big thank you to https://www.literotica.com/authors/VerbalAbuse and https://www.literotica.com/authors/Rob_Royale for their reviews and editing.

Moving Out

This morning Jessica woke up for the last time in the house that had been her home for 19 years. For several months she had lived in the guest room, only

meeting her husband in front of the fridge.

Jessica believed being a good mother, taking care of Brandon and the household, acting demure, despite her outgoing personality, would secure her marriage. The longing for adventure was like a party animal that had gone into hibernation deep within her. It stirred occasionally when she read about intimate adventures in literature or when she noticed passion to be alive in other couples. Inevitably, despite his reassurances, it had killed her husband's lust for her.

Right from the beginning of their relationship, she had adapted to him. He had reacted extremely jealously if she had received attention from other men. Now her wardrobe consisted only of jeans, conservative skirts and baggy sweaters to make her as inconspicuous as possible and not be an object of sexual desire.

A while ago, rumors had reached her that her husband's desire for sex had only diminished for her, but not for other women. Apparently, he was quite busy seducing several coworkers, at least the ones subordinate to him.

After confirming his infidelity, she reacted quickly, and now the day had come to fully move out. After the papers had been settled, she had been able to buy a house for herself and her son Brandon.

At 18, he was given the free choice who to stay with, and he had decided to live with Jessica even if it meant changing to a different college. He had been more cheerful than for a long time. The growing distance between his parents allowed him to cleverly extend his freedom. He started to call his father a cheating old miser. The father obviously did not take it well but could not argue against, also intimidated by Brandon's growing linebacker muscles.

It would take the movers a week to deliver the furniture she had decided to take with her, but there was no way she was willing to wait that long. Tonight she would lie in her own bed in her own house, listening to the new sounds and breathing new smells of a new life.

It is odd, but when you lay down and close your eyes, you believe you can feel distance like seeing light or hearing sound. It's in the deeper breaths you take when you're not holding yourself back. It's in the discovery of a new environment filled with new opportunities. It's in the freedom of shaping your life, knowing no one can nag or criticize.

The quickest way to a new bed, as she needed one immediately, was Ikea. She grabbed her keys and Brandon, and soon they were standing in a queue just to get into the parking lot. On a Saturday it was certain to be crowded with masses of people trudging through the serpentine pathways. She knew her personal space would be invaded, and they'd be jostled around like rolling stones, bumping physically into peoples bodies.

Turning off into the quieter bedding department, they stood around a bed.

"What width shall the bed be?" the girl in the shop asked, raising her voice above the noise. She tried to judge the odd couple in front of her.

He looked hot, tanned, in shorts, muscles stretching his shirt. She, on the other hand, wore a nondescript skirt reaching below her knees and a gray shapeless sweater.

"3 feet," the woman said.

"6 feet," the young man said.

"Why 6 feet, Brandon?" she asked.

"Mom, 3 feet is for singles and I hope you will not be single for long."

"Brandon, remember I am divorced and single, and I have a hard time imagining myself to date again. I don't even know where I should start?" she sounded demoralized.

"I suggest you work from the back to front. Start! with! a! wide! bed!" He punctured each word.

"How can someone still be attracted to me? Your father has not looked at me for ages."

"And you should rejoice that you are rid of the old cheating miser. You should remember that you are only 36, that is the best MILF age. We have to get you dating again, asap," the son said.

The sales girl tried hard to focus on the air.

He continued: "I will definitively make the best out of the possibility to start a new life in a new house in a room I design. And it starts with a wide bed. It has to fit two people. At least," he smirked.

Jessica looked at him, watching his outburst.

"You have the bed also in red?" he asked the young sales girl who tried not to look embarrassed.

"A red bed?, Seriously son?" the mother asked.

"I definitively do not want to stay single," he said. Then taking a short hard breath, he added: "Nor monogamous for that matter. I want to get it on with as many girls as I can."

'My boy has stepped up decisively,' she thought. 'But he has a point; maybe for me as well.'

"Yes, we do have them in red." The sales girl said, blushing.

"Ok, 2 beds then, 6 feet each. One in red and one in...", he looked at his mother.

"Can I have gray?"

"No, you cannot have a gray! At least take black!" before she could decide, he took the lead.

"Let me prepare your pick-up slip. What name shall I put in?" the sales girl said.

"Jessica Owen, please"

"You can pick up both beds at the ramp in a few minutes. Until then, you might wish to browse our linens. We have red satin, designed to match the red bed, and it looks amazing on the black bed too," the girl was back in sales mode, smiling at Brandon.

"Come on mom, give yourself a treat." Brandon said. Jessica stroked the smooth fabric, it felt sensational and sensual.

"These sheets will be like a self-fulfilling prophecy," he said. "I guarantee you, if you have them, they will find a way to get stained." The confidence with which he planned his mother's future sex life was unsettling.

They continued to push their cart through the crowded Ikea store. It held two sets of linen, 2 in white cotton, and 2 in red glossy satin. It was like driving a bumper car at a fair.

Back then shy, insecure boys invited the girls for a ride hoping that they'd be bumped together to get a feel. Today she was not the cute blonde bombshell all the guys would love to feel the breasts of. They were bumped into a lot, but now there was a difference, she noticed. People collided with her only when they were focussed on a target and pushed her out of their way, frowning.

Now, she was the shy, insecure person on the ride, while Brandon had become the eye candy. He got bumped into as well, but not by the people who wanted to move fast. These curved around him. With Brandon, it was not accidental bumping, it was women brushing against him, smiling up at him. Jessica looked at him and could see that he was aware of it.

"What are we going to put on the walls?"

"Right here is the department with pictures and frames." There were racks, some with landscapes or kittens, one with typical kitchen themes, and two with sexy women and men.

She flipped through the kitchen images, mostly colorful spices and veggies. "We should also get something for the kitchen," she said.

"Yes, I recommend cucumbers or eggplants." He smirked. "Green with lila don't mat... Brandon! That is naughty!"

"If you don't want to date, you need cucumbers," he stated.

"I will go for the spices." She said.

"That is metaphorical too." He grinned widely at her.

He dragged her to the rack with the sexy men. Sixpacks, ripped shirts over oiled skin, one hotter than the other. She dismissed them with one glance. "I don't need an image of a sexy football player hanging in my bedroom. I have one living in my house."

Oups, she thought. Where did that come from?

"Yes, but it would tell you what you missed by marrying the old miser. Hang a picture of a rabbit, that will remind you of him." Did he look like a rabbit? she thought, 'maybe, but he is copulating like one.'

"What are you looking for?" she asked. "I want cheerleaders with skimpy clothing." he stated.

"You sure?" she said. "Take a hint from your mother, who is a woman too. Girls don't like to undress while looking at sexy women. It makes them feel inadequate and inhibited."

"Ok, I get it. How about this painting?" He pulled out a live size image of a woman arching her back in ecstasy all painted in psychedelic colors.

"You want a woman that looks as if she has an orgasm? Over your bed?"

"Yeah! So they know right away what awaits them in the red satin." This way they chose. She took the spices, he took the spicy lady.

Later they drove up to their house in a rented truck, laden with the beds, carpets, household items, and their pictures. They spent the rest of the weekend setting up the furniture, hanging the pictures, and getting settled.

She steadied his picture above his bed, so he could judge the placement. The psychedelic colors of the nude female body swirled before her eyes.

"You know, I feel like a partner in crime, helping you seduce innocent young girls into your dragon lair, so you can fuck them," she said.

"They won't be innocent for long." He smirked.

'And I envy them,' she thought, slightly horny. 'Is that not peculiar? I get horny from looking at a nude woman while being next to my son?' Suddenly she felt apprehensive of the baggy sweater she was wearing, chosen for comfort and simplicity. 'But comfortable is not spicy,' she admitted to herself, and took it off, to show a light top and hard nipples.

Later they sat on their terrace with a bottle of champagne. It was warm and it was in plastic cups. Funny, she thought, her best celebrations had been with cheap bubbly from cups.

"Brandon, how do you feel about going to a new school?"

"My main goal is to establish myself in the football team. And this is a really strong team. I will need to do my best to find a place there."

"But how about your academics?" she asked.

"I think they will be all right. I am not going to disappoint you, mom."

"I hope so, sports and good looks alone won't get you through life."

In the evening she was lying in her bed. The sounds where different indeed. In her old house she had listened to birds in the surrounding gardens. Here the new environment was more of a mixed bag. She could hear traffic like the whoosh of waves. Even a distant fire engine passing, the pitch switching from high to low as it passed, taking her into sleep.

Settling In

Brandon had his first day at his new school on Monday. As they still only had one car, Jessica drove him to campus. In front of them as they pulled up was another car prominently displaying a bumper sticker: "Football Mom #1"

A young man emerged from the car, then turned and walked back to their car to pick up Brandon. "Hi, I'm Jayden, and up there in the car is my mom Michelle."

As they walked off to the school together, a busty blonde got out of the car and came to her window, strutting like she owned the whole world. She obviously was really into the football mom thing, wearing a fan jersey of her son's and now also Brandon's college football team.

'But seriously,' Jessica thought. 'She has her son's name printed on it with the number 69? Where am I?'

Michelle leaned on her window, her clearly fake breasts braless and brazen. Jessica was given a once-over that left her feeling assessed.

"Heyyyy, you must be Jessica. Brandon is gonna join the football team, I heard." Michelle said with a bright smile.

"Yes, he also played for his old college, and he hopes to find new mates through the team quickly."

"Oh, no doubt he is going to be a great addition to the team. He is quite a hunk, I must say."

"My son? Never thought of him this way. He must be, the way he trains." She tried not to follow their athletic stride with lust, but failed.

"And you are probably looking for new friends too, aren't you?"

"Actually, yes," Jessica said, keeping her head up and away from the cleavage that seemed to fill the space before her.

"I tell you what," Michelle said.

"The fastest way to get you in the community here is connecting yourself to the football team. This college is football crazy, I tell you."

She ran back to her car, and before Jessica had a chance to object, her car had a bumper sticker: 'Football Mom, proud and loud!'

"See! Now you are officially a member of the football moms club."

'That was quick,' Jessica thought.

Michelle was not stopping there. "Jessica, how about me coming over for a coffee and chat these days? I'd love to see your house's decoration." Jessica's hopes of quietly regathering her wits in her new home crumbled.

"Oh, ok, great, please drop by any time."

Jessica had planned to spend the rest of the day shopping for the new house. The bold appearance of Michelle and Brandon's loose talk had made her aware that she had not paid any attention to her outward appearance and her body for a long time. So instead, she decided to join the gym in the neighborhood and then went pleasure shopping for herself. She returned home with a yoga mat and sports clothes cut for her future toned body as a motivation aid.

When she tried them on in front of her mirror. She turned to look at her ass. Not so bad, she thought. Her legs had potential too, with some extra muscles.

'Football mom material?' she wondered.

Her breasts had held up surprisingly well over the years, mainly because they were small. She had never liked them because she had always wanted them bigger.

'Would I have the courage to show off like Michelle?' She thought not bad of her having them made. They were massive, like weapons commanding attention.

'Damn, I should have been shaping up years ago. Then I might not be alone now,' she thought. The animal within her stirred and in its sleep, extended its talons.

When she picked up Brandon, he noticed her bumper sticker and grinned. "Be careful mom what you are getting yourself into. The football moms are also called the MILF club, and some of them take that quite literally."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"Rumors have it that at the post-game parties the moms get quite wild. Mom, do you know what a cougar is?"

"No, I don't, what is it?"

"Michelle is said to be a cougar. She thinks I'm hot, Jayden tells me," he said.

"Everyone thinks you are hot," she said. "But for a mother to think of her son's classmates as hot is highly inappropriate."

'Was it really so inapprpriate?' she thought. Looking at Jayden had definitely stirred the sleeping animal deep inside her. Instead, she said: "She is old enough to be your mom! Moms are not supposed to find their 18-year-old boys 'hot'."

"Unless they are cougars," he said.

During the next days she started working out in earnest. The 'cougar'-word stayed in her head just like the label MILF. They replayed in her head, driving her through the exercises. 'Milf!' one hard push. 'Cougar!' and a harder push.

Wednesday as he drove up to the gym, another car with a "Football-Mom" sticker pulled up and parked next to her. Out of the sleek European sports car, a tall and athletic woman emerged. She threw back her black mane that framed her dark olive skin.

When she walked past Jessica's car, she saw the bumper sticker, stopped for a moment and frowned. But when Jessica walked up to her, she said, "Do you happen to be the mom of the new player that is on our team?"

"Hiii, yes I am Jessica, Brandons mom. We just moved here."

"And I am Theresa, Quarterback mom. Welcome to the sisterhood," Jessica was pulled into a hug and kissed on both cheeks.

"Sisterhood and also the hot wives club, I heard. Makes me wonder." Jessica said.

"Oh, what did you hear?" Theresa suddenly sounded a bit suspicious.

"Nothing really, just Brandon has been boasting a bit about the post-game parties. Is there anything special about them?"

"No, no," Theresa said, but it was a bit hasty. "Where did you get that sticker from? Let me guess, Michelle?"

"Actually it was. What about her?"

"Nothin nothing, she is just sometimes a bit careless. I will have to remind her of the security rules."

'A group of moms needing security rules?' Jessica thought. "Odd, very odd."

Later in the shower she met Theresa again. She felt kind of intimidated by this Amazon. Toned muscles, complete tan, shaven pussy and pierced nipples. Everything around here screamed sex and secrecy.

When she got home, she brewed herself a coffee. First she sat in the living room and looked around. There was a lot more to be done for decoration until it would feel hygge. So she moved to her room and sat on her bed. Black and white, quite stylish, but a rather sober atmosphere.

'Erotic atmosphere pah, what for? How is that supposed to ever play a role in my life again?' she thought. 'But I did think of an erotic atmosphere. Maybe Brandon's and Michelle's constant suggestions have an effect on me? Brandon is right, 36 is still an attractive age. And this cougar thing, it would mean actively pursuing men who were the age of Brandon. Or should I better resist?'

She took her coffee and went into Brandon's room. That room clearly had an erotic atmosphere. The red bed with red satin sheets was a ruby altar. Over the headboard the life-size image of a nude woman, painted in psychedelic colors, her back arched, her breasts prominent globes, her face in ecstasy. And on the ceiling there was a mirror.

When did he get that and when did he mount it, without her noticing? 'Really?!, you little connoisseur,' she thought. This room screamed to have sex in it. While she had watched Brandon grow taller over the years, she had only recently noticed how much muscle he had put on.

'The divorce has ignited him, and he is rekindling my sex-hunger along the way,' she thought.

She tried to imagine her feelings if she were lying alone in her bed, when next door in Brandonds bed a cheerleader orgasmed in ecstasy. This would not be good, she thought, if he gets all the actions and I won't. Still, she could not envision anyone making her scream in ecstasy either. As she had done for so many years now, she made up his bed and put a chocolate on her little boys cushion, not letting all her maternal feelings fade too soon.

As she drove around town, her bumper sticker was noticed. From cars driving past her as she cruised through town, women peeked at her in curiosity, while men leered at her. It had put her into a clicheed, but nevertheless fabled class of women. And she grew more and more proud of it, causing her head to swirl around sex continuously.

The next day, after her yoga, she took her coffee straight to Brandon's room. She reclined on it among the tousled blankets. She noticed how Brandon's familiar scent that emanated from the sheets now had a manly note to it, and it had a noticeable effect on her. A place of her body that had been dormant woke up like an animal in hibernation sensing spring. She looked at herself in the mirror and arched her back. Hmm, she thought, pretty close, but the tits and the ecstasy are missing. Do I want ecstasy anymore? No or yes? Yes! Maybe I should start dating again like Brandon suggested.