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.
