I don’t look like the typical soccer mom but I am one, believe or not. I don’t have a mini- van with the family stick figures on the back window or anything like that. I am just a mom who sits on the sidelines and cheers for her kid.
I’ve been noticing lately that the coach hasn’t been putting my kid in to play. He’s not the best player on the team but he’s certainly not the worst either. It’s really annoying me because I am there to see my kid play, not to watch the other kids play and talk to the boring soccer moms who talk about coupons and other pathetic shit.
So last Tuesday night, I pulled the coach aside to have a little chat with him. After I told him how I felt, he told me he would prefer to have a one on one meeting with me so we could discuss my concerns. I knew exactly where this was going. I could ready his perverted mind like a fucking book.
I agreed to meet him the next night at bar/restaurant. When I arrived there, he had a drink waiting for me. I really just wanted to cut the bullshit and get straight to the point. He explained to me that he purposely wasn’t letting my son play soccer so I would have a talk with him. He just wanted to get in my pants this whole time. I told him if he wanted to fuck me, he should of just told me from the get go. Why do you have to fuck with my kid?
We went to the parking lot and got in his car. I teased and tormented his cock every way imaginable. I slid of my skirt and finger fucked my pussy in front of him. Every time he tried to touch me, I would slap his hand away. He pulled down his pants, thinking we were going to fuck. I quickly pulled up my skirt and got out of his car and slammed the door in his face. Sorry Mr. Blue Balls- you could of had me but you fucked with the wrong Mommy.
