Happy Soccer Mom

So, after giving it some thought and reading the positive feedback that I received for my Angry Soccer Mom series, I wanted to continue Emma and Jake's story.

Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of 18. Any similarities to real people, deceased or alive, are purely unintentional.

Please enjoy!

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It was a beautiful and sunny day during the late summer in Upper Makefield, PA, a small town just northwest of Philadelphia. Situated down a private road sat a beautiful and well kept two-story 4-bedroom home. If you were approaching the home that day, you would hear laughter and shouts of joy coming from out back. There was a large deck attached to the back of the house, a deck that overlooked an even larger backyard. A beautiful and buxom woman in a loose white sundress sat on the deck sipping from her glass of lemonade while watching two people kick a soccer ball around in the yard. She couldn't keep the smile off her face as they laughed and chased each other and the ball around.

39-year-old Emma Wells smile grew even larger as she looked down at her pregnant belly. She slowly caressed it and thought of the little girl that would be in her arms in two months. Her 3-year-old son Jimmy chased the ball around as a young man chased him. That young man was her older son, 21-year-old Jacob Wells, better known as Jake. He was more than a son though. He was Emma's husband, not in the legal sense of course, but definitely in the emotional and loving sense. He was also Jimmy's father, as well as the future father of the baby girl growing in her belly.

Another shout of joy by Jimmy and Jake shouting, "GOOOOOOAAAALLLLLL!" brought her attention back up to them. Jimmy was jumping up and down with his arms raised in the air celebrating the goal he just scored on his Dad. Even though Jake was yelling about the goal, he put a mock defeated look on his face. Of course he had let Jimmy score, but he wasn't about to let his son know that.

Emma grabbed a vuvuzela from the table next to her and blew into it, sending out the loud noise that is familiar to soccer fans around the world. She pretended to hold a microphone and put on a fake stadium announcer's voice. "That's it, Union fans! Jimmy Wells has done it! He has scored the winning goal for his team, bringing them the championship trophy!"

Jimmy grabbed the ball and began kicking it around again as Jake walked up the small set of stairs to the deck, taking the glass of cold lemonade that Emma held out for him. He chugged it down. She laughed and said, "A chip off the old block, huh?"

"Yep!" he replied. "Honestly though, you might not be that far from the truth. He's taking to it naturally, like I did."

"I can see that. Sixteen years ago, you started kicking a soccer ball around and haven't looked back since. And look where it's gotten us." She gestured to the house and the large yard.

Jake nodded. "I still find it hard to believe that this is ours. This is our life...you, me, Jimmy and the little one we're waiting impatiently for." He rubbed his hand over her belly. "Things could have been so much different..."

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"That's good, baby, because I'm pregnant."

Those words permanently changed Emma and Jake's lives even more than the previous couple weeks had. Just under two weeks before this moment, Emma had seduced her son. She took him to the marital bed she shared with her husband Tom, the same man who had neglected her for a year and a half. She had suspected Tom was having an affair and couldn't stand it anymore. Emma was horny and wanted to get fucked. She knew there was a possibility that Jake would be disgusted by her, but those were unfounded thoughts. She took his virginity that night, something that neither of them regret to this day.

Little did they know where that would lead. The next day, Emma confronted Tom about the possibility of his infidelity. That was proven correct the day after her accusation when he tried to cut his secretary and lover Sheila out of her job and his life. She had her revenge that evening, shooting Tom in the parking lot of the manufacturing plant when he left work for the night before taking her own life a few minutes later. It was determined much later that Sheila was hiding a secret from everyone except her own family. She had suffered bipolar disorder throughout her life. Her family thought she was able to control it with medication, but apparently after Tom dumped her, she sat in the parking lot later in the day waiting for him to come out. Two empty vodka bottles were found in her car along with numerous joint butts. The dangerous combination of her mental condition and the alcohol and drugs led to a disastrous decision that cost the lives of two people.

It was after Tom's funeral when Emma revealed her pregnancy to Jake. In the days leading up to his death, mother and son had begun to fall in love. Emma thought that was over after her husband died, but she knew she was in her fertile week from how horny she was when she had sex with her son numerous times before Tom died. She suspected she might be pregnant, so she had asked a coworker, who had become a close friend in the previous six months, to get her an early detection pregnancy test a couple days before the funeral. The friend was able to give it to Emma when Jake wasn't home. It told her exactly what she suspected.

Emma and Jake reconnected on a physical level after Tom was buried. She was nervous to tell him of her pregnancy, afraid of what he would say or do. He was stunned, but thankfully happy. He wrapped his arms around his mother right away, holding her tight through the night and promising to be hers forever. Even though she was deeply saddened by Tom's death, she felt happiness with her son's arms wrapped around her.

Unlike her pregnancy with Jake, there were no complications with this one, even with the slight possibility of genetic defects. Nine months after Tom's death, Emma gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She held her newest son in her arms. They named him James after Emma's maternal grandfather. She was a month shy of turning 37 when Jimmy was born, while Jake had recently turned 19.

Jake was able to return to his U19 travel soccer team a few weeks after his father's death. He was welcomed back by the whole team, coaches and player alike. And what a return it was. Jake metaphorically put his foot on the gas pedal and didn't let up the whole season. His team racked up an impressive 26 wins with only 4 losses. Jake was the top goal scorer for not just his team but the whole league, as well as getting the most goal assists on the team. The team marched right through the playoffs, never being truly tested by their opponents. They won the league championship game easily, scoring five goals with Jake getting a hat trick against their opponent's zero.

Jake didn't know it at the time, but his mother wasn't the only fan of his attending that game. Word had been leaked to professional soccer scouts about this incredible forward, including scouts from the Philadelphia Union. His skills and season stats were impressive to the Union scouts, getting him an invite to try out for their Division II United Soccer League team. He easily made it at 19-years-old, playing impressively with them for a couple years before being brought to the big time, earning a roster spot on their top tier Major League Soccer team. A life goal that he never truly envisioned before had been obtained.

Emma didn't just sit idly by while Jake worked his way up the soccer ladder. Due to a rather hefty life insurance policy that Tom had, Emma and Jake could be comfortable for a long time, although neither one wanted to just sit around doing nothing. Emma went back to school and earned her masters degree in physical therapy. With the profit of the sale of their previous home, some smart money investments and what Jake was now making as a professional soccer player, they were able to afford to buy their current home outright, not having to worry about any mortgage. Life was getting better everyday for the couple and their child.

It was a happy life they had until something bad happened. It was something both had suspected could happen, but thought the chances were slimming with each passing day.

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"Oh god! Fuck me, baby! Holy fuck, you feel good!" Emma screamed as Jake slammed his large 8" cock into her throbbing pussy over and over. He had her ankles over his shoulders and her strong legs pinned up against her large chest, allowing him to penetrate her deeply. His hips thrust harder and faster as she begged him to. "Give it to me, stud! FUCK ME HARDER, BAAAABBBY! OH FUCK...UHHHH...HOLY SHIT! I'M CUMMMMING!"

Emma's body froze for a moment, then started to convulse as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She pushed at Jake, forcing him back off her. His cock slid out as her pussy trembled and juices flooded out of her. Her knuckles turned white as her hands gripped the sheets, finally releasing them a minute later when her climax subsided. Emma opened her eyes and stared at Jake with crazy lust. Her large breasts were heaving as she sprang up and pushed him onto his back. She moved her face down to his crotch right away and engulfed his cock with her mouth, moaning as she tasted herself all over him.

Jake's eyes rolled back, and he groaned loudly as she took him straight into her throat. She hummed so her throat would vibrate around the sensitive bulbous head of his cock. "Fuck, Mom, that feels incredible!" He was able to lift his head to look at her, gasping out a question. "How the hell do you make your blowjobs feel better each and every time?"

Emma lifted her mouth off him but continued to stroke him. "Because I fucking love you so much! I love the way you taste and feel in my mouth, love the way you feel in my hand when you're this hard." She took the top half of his shaft into her mouth while stroking the bottom half, knowing that it wouldn't take long before he was flooding her mouth with his hot sperm.

Jake's body began to tremble, and he opened and closed his fists over and over. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cuuuuummm..." His cock throbbed once and unloaded in Emma's mouth, pumping thick ropes right to the back of her mouth. She swallowed with every blast, moaning louder with each shot she took. He finally shot his last rope, but this time, she kept his thick cum in her mouth as she released him.

'WHAT THE FUCK?" boomed a voice from the bedroom doorway.

Jake and Emma quickly turned their heads to see Tom's father standing there, looking enraged as his hands formed into fists. Emma could do nothing but swallow the last load of her son's seed that she held in her mouth. She choked out a question while Jake laid there like a deer in headlights. "Phil! What are you doing here?"

"We've been trying to reach you for the past 45 minutes, but getting no answer!" Emma and Jake realized they had both left their phones downstairs when they ran up to the bedroom after making out on the couch. "So I come back here to find you sucking off your son, my grandson?!? Tell me what the fuck is going on here!"

Jake looked at his mother and said, "I'll handle this." He stood up and pulled on his shorts before approaching his grandfather. "Grandpa, let's go downstairs and talk."

Phil looked at him with disgust bordering on hate. "I'll go downstairs, but don't you ever fucking call me Grandpa again! You're no grandson of mine!" he growled. He marched downstairs without waiting for Jake, who looked at his mother with resolve before following him. Emma's mouthed the words 'I love you' as she redressed.

As Jake walked around the corner into the kitchen, a fist came swinging at him. Thankfully, due to the athletic abilities and good situational awareness he honed on the soccer field, he quickly ducked before the fist connected with his face. He stepped up to Phil quickly, grabbing both his arms and pinning them behind the old man. He was much taller and stronger than Phil, making this an easy task for him. It was his turn for the booming voice. "Sit down! Don't you ever try that again, or I will drop you, understand?" Phil said and did nothing but stare at his grandson, his anger very visible on his face.

"Listen here, old man. Mom and I love each other deeply. We have loved each other as more than mother and son since Dad died. We will not apologize for it, nor will we stop. Now, why are you back here? You and Grandma were supposed to be watching Jimmy for the weekend."

Phil seethed with contempt, "They are outside in the car! Jimmy forgot his favorite stuffed animal, so we turned around to come back to get it. We were trying to call you to ask you to meet us halfway, but no! You're upstairs fucking your mother, you sick bastard."

They both heard Jake's grandmother and Jimmy enter the house. Jake heard Emma run downstairs and intercept them before they reached the kitchen. The two men stared at each other for a minute before Phil spoke again. "Jimmy isn't my son's boy, is he? He's yours." Jake nodded. "Wait until Emma's parents hear about this. They will be so disappointed in both of you."

A smirk came across Jake's face. "Ah see, right there is where you're wrong. They know about Mom and I, and they know Jimmy is my son. And you know what? They are happy for Mom that she is with a man who won't sleep around on her like my father did." Phil's face got beet red, and he looked like he was going to lunge at Jake. "Don't you fucking dare try it, old man!"

Just then the two women walked into the kitchen. Jake's grandmother Melody had tears in her eyes and her shoulders rocked with sobs. She looked at her grandson. "Jake, is it true? Jimmy is not my son's little boy?" Phil gave Emma and Jake hateful looks as his wife spoke.

Jake nodded and said, "Yes." He looked at Emma. "Where's Jimmy?"

"In his bedroom."

Melody sobbed again. "Why? How could you do this to my son's memory?"

It was Emma's turn to speak. "Melody, both of you tend to forget that your son cheated on me, with his secretary no less. And another thing, I know you both knew about it. About a month ago, I found his emails to you when I finally went through his computer, Phil. And you condoned what he did to me. You're just as complicit in his infidelity." A smack landed across her face.

Jake jumped up and rushed to Emma's side as she just held her hand to her face, stunned speechless from the smack Melody had just given her. He turned to both grandparents and pointed to the front of the house. His voice was angrily quiet but eerily calm when he said, "Get out of our house....now." He growled, "I won't ask again." He followed them to the door and watched as Melody pulled the car keys out. "Give me our house key back. You are no longer welcome here."

Phil grabbed the keys from his wife, pulled off the house key and dropped it in the grass as they continued walking towards their car. He couldn't leave without a final remark. "Your father was a good man who made one bad choice, and it cost him his life! He doesn't deserve this!"

"What little you know about your son, he made a lot of bad choices. And from we could tell from his emails to you, he didn't even come close to telling you about all of them. And he should have thought about his final bad choice before he decided to fuck his secretary, a bad choice that you had no problem keeping from us. Mom deserved a better life, and I'm giving that to her." He pointed down their long private road. "Leave." The anger in his voice was palpable.

Emma came out onto the porch as the older couple drove away. She wrapped her arms around Jake's trembling body and held her face against his back. He turned to her and hugged her tightly, whispering, "It will be alright. We'll be alright. You did the right thing telling them about the emails." He lifted his hand to her cheek. The redness was fading. "You alright?"

She nodded, "Yes, I'm alright. I've been wanting to confront them about the emails. I knew we had to keep up pretenses with them, but I'm actually relieved that they know the truth now. And like I heard you say, Mom and Dad are happy for us. That's what matters to me. Let's go play with our son, honey." She held Jake's hand as they walked into their home and closed that chapter in their lives.

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After playing a bit more soccer with his son, Jake could see that little Jimmy was getting tired. "Sleepy, champ?" The boy just nodded and reached his arms up for his Dad. Jake picked him up and carried him into the house as Emma brought in the empty glasses.

By the time Jake reached Jimmy's bedroom, the toddler was asleep. He gently laid him down and returned to Emma, who was seated on the couch flipping through a fashion magazine. "He's out cold, Em." After signing with the Union, he had started calling her by the nickname that his father used. As much as they hated to hide it, they didn't need anyone besides her parents to know the truth about their relationship. Emma didn't mind the nickname though, as she also grew up with relatives saying it.

"I'm not surprised, honey. You wore him out." Emma cuddled close with Jake after he sat down and laid her head on his shoulder. They sat quietly for a few minutes until she said, "I'm tired, too. I was thinking of lying down." She stood up and looked down at him with a sparkle in her eyes. "That is unless you can find something else to keep me occupied in our bed while Jimmy naps." A laugh escaped her lips as she took off for the stairs as fast as she could being seven months pregnant.

"Oh, you minx!" Jake jumped up and chased after her. 'Shit, she's quick!' he thought. Emma was already moving up the stairs before Jake even cleared the family room. He bounded up the stairs and saw a flash of her white dress as she entered their bedroom. He entered behind her and closed the door.

His mother stood by the large bed, grinning at him while trying to catch her breath. "Thank god I started running again after Jimmy, but I don't know how much longer I can do that." She hooked her finger in the come here motion. Jake approached her, and their lips locked as she draped her arms around his neck.

Emma moaned as Jake slid his hands up over her belly to her large sensitive breasts. The weight of them felt incredible to him. His lips released hers so he could ask, "How big are they now?"

She smiled and pulled his head down so she could nibble on his earlobe before whispering, "They're an E cup now, baby, thanks to you planting your seed in me twice. Are you hoping they stay that way?" Her tongue flicked across his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

A serious look came across Jake's face as he slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress. "Hell yeah I do. I want you so fucking bad right now, you gorgeous goddess."

Emma groaned when she placed her hand on his crotch and felt the massive erection in his shorts. 'Fuck! I love this cock!' she thought. Her dress fell off her shoulders and crumpled around her feet. Jake undid the front-snap bra and slid that off her as well, leaving her standing there in only her silk panties. "And I want you, my love." She slipped her panties off, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned back on her hands. "So, take me."

Jake stripped off his shirt and shorts. He was ready, but his goddess needed pleasure. He kneeled between Emma's spread legs and leaned forward to kiss her. Their tongues dueled as he slid her hands up her thighs and over her belly until they reached her nipples. She moaned into the kiss as he pinched the hard nubs. He pulled away from the kiss and moved his mouth to her neck, eliciting more moans from his mother. He slid his tongue down her sternum, then over her left breast to take that nipple into his mouth.

"Oh fuck, baby," Emma moaned. She slid her hands down his strong shoulders to his firm biceps, squeezing them as she felt an orgasm coming. Jake sucked harder on her nipple and pinched the other one. Emma's body trembled at the touch of his mouth and hand. "Oh my god, baby, you're going to make me cum like that. Don't stop...please..."