1.
“C’mon guys, you can do it! Go!”
It was a bright and warm Thursday afternoon. The Richfield Community soccer field was hosting a game between their local team the Cougars against their cross-town rivals, the Tigers. The field was swarming with the 18 year-old boys from both teams. The sidelines were populated by parents cheering the game on.
Sitting alone on the bench for the Cougars was Tommy McFarlane. Tommy was small for his age and somewhat still socially awkward. Although dressed and ready for play, Tommy’s uniform looked spotless as if it hadn’t seen a single grass or dirt stain. His soccer cleats were clean and without a scuff. As his teammates ran back and forth across the field, Tommy cheered them on.
Along the sidelines, the parents were standing together watching the game. A few had blankets or folding chairs to sit in. They were all clapping and cheering for the Cougars. Everyone was enjoying the game.
Everyone except Darlene McFarlane.
Darlene was standing amongst all of the other parents. At 41, Darlene was a very beautiful woman and quite aware of it. Her 5’5” figure was well toned and voluptuous, with long legs and full perfect 36C breasts – very much a topic of neighborhood speculation that she had them done as a gift to herself after her recent divorce. Her blonde highlighted hair was put in a high ponytail under a pink tennis visor. She was wearing a pink t-shirt that was tight enough the outline of her white bra was evident, her full breasts stretching the t-shirt which also allowed a nice view of Darlene’s firm, tanned midriff. Her khaki low-rise Capri pants clung to her figure and showed off the curves of her rear. The mini-platform heeled white designer sneakers she wore completed her outfit.
Darlene was standing with her hands on her hips. Her attention wasn’t on the game, but on her son Tommy sitting on the bench and cheering for the team. She clearly was fuming over something. She turned to some of the other parents that were standing near.
“Why doesn’t that terrible coach put Tommy in?” Darlene addressed them. “He hasn’t had a chance to play this entire game and it’s almost over.”
Most of the other parents were able to ignore her, but the three women closest to Darlene were Helen, Marsha, and Linda. These women were known close friends with husbands prominent in the community and considered the foundation of the neighborhood. They each gave Darlene a polite smile.
“There’s still time in the game,” said Linda.
“He may get a chance,” said Marsha.
“It is tie score with only one time out left,” Helen said. “It might not be the best time for the coach to change the line-up.”
“Well I didn’t spend all this time and money to have my son on a soccer team that he doesn’t get to play on.” Darlene haughtily replied. “And I’m going to tell that lazy excuse for a coach just what I think.” She turned and began to walk away from the women.
The polite smiles fell from their faces.
“Can you believe her?” Linda scolded.
“It always seems to be about her, doesn’t it?’ Marsha frowned.
“She dresses like some of the girls I’ve seen my son Jake date.” Helen admonished. “How desperate.”
Darlene marched her way along the sideline and over to Coach Doyle. The coach was a middle-aged, beer-bellied ex-jock. A stick of beef jerky stuck out from his mouth as he chewed on it while keeping his attention on the field.
“C’mon, Jake! Get in there! Pass it to Nick!” Coach Doyle shouted.
Darlene stopped short of Coach Doyle. She stood next to him waiting for Coach Doyle to notice her, but he didn’t even glance over as he continued to shout at the boys on the field. She glanced over her shoulder at the other women who were watching her. Darlene struck a determined pose and turned back to Coach Doyle, tapping him repeatedly on the shoulder.
“Coach Doyle,” Darlene snipped. “I want a word with you.”
“Not now, I’m busy!” Coach Doyle responded without looking at Darlene.
Darlene defiantly tapped at Coach Doyle’s shoulder. “I am a parent and I will not be ignored.”
“Alright already!” Coach Doyle snapped and turned to see Darlene standing next to him. His eyes immediately went to her chest straining against the pink t-shirt. This was something not lost on Darlene, who crossed her arms in front of her and looked disapprovingly at the coach.
“I feel it’s about time you put my son Tommy in the game,” Darlene demanded.
Coach Doyle looked over at Tommy sitting on the bench, then back to Darlene. “Are you kidding me? This is the playoffs! We win this game we’re going to the championship.”
Darlene raised her voice over the clapping and cheering of the other parents who were still watching the game. But others besides Helen, Marsha, and Linda were beginning to notice Darlene standing next to the coach. “I’ve paid good money for Tommy to play on this team…”
Sitting on the bench, Tommy cringed as he watched his mother berate the coach. With one hand on the curve of her hip and the other pointing her finger at the coach, she looked just like she did when she was yelling at him about his homework, cleaning his room, or just about every time she spoke at him.
Tommy also couldn’t help notice how the way Darlene was standing. It seemed like she wanted everyone to be looking at her instead of the game. Like how she always seemed to think everyone should be paying attention and listening to her. Like she always had to be the center of attention. Looking at the parents watching the game, Tommy could see most of the dads were staring at Darlene. He also noticed how Helen, Marsha, and Linda were looking at his mom and talking amongst themselves.
Out on the soccer field were Jake, Nick, and Darin playing for the Cougars. With the action downfield, the boys were able to take a breather and spot Darlene so prominently on the sidelines.
“Damn, there’s Soccer Mom Number One!” Darin grinned.
“She’s the total MILF,” Nick agreed.
Jake stared at Darlene from across the field. “Yeah, that dweeb Tommy’s mom looks like a porn star on her day off. But boy, does she act like a snob!”
Two players from the Tigers dashed by the boys kicking the soccer ball past them.
“Let’s keep out heads in the game, fellas!” Jake exclaimed. On his signal, Nick and Darin ran after the two Tiger’s players. With quick skill, they were able to get the ball back and pass it to Jake who began a charge down the field toward the Tiger’s goalie.
“…and I will not tolerate my son being not allowed to play,” Darlene was in mid rant against Coach Doyle, who was doing a slow burn under Darlene’s tirade. Suddenly the other parents cheering for Jake interrupted her. Coach Doyle turned and saw Jake charging the goalie.
“Go Jake!” Coach Doyle shouted and turned away from Darlene to focus on the game again. “Score that goal!” Darlene was left ignored and fuming at the sidelines while everyone cheered Jake on.
Jake gave a powerful kick and the soccer ball sailed past the Tiger’s goalie. The parents at the sideline erupted into cheers. All the boys on the Cougars rushed to Jake and surrounded him, patting him on the back. Darin and Nick hoisted him on their shoulders, and with the rest of the players, carried Jake off the field. As they passed by Darlene, Jake gave her a wink.
Darlene blinked in confusion at the younger boy’s wink. That’s when Coach Doyle turned his attention to Darlene and stepped a little closer to her. For a moment she seemed startled and surprised by the coach’s now gruff tone.
“Here’s an idea,” Coach Doyle drawled. “I’ll keep coaching this team to the championship next week and you…” He let his eyes run up and down Darlene’s figure. “Well…you just do what you do best.” With that, the coach walked off to congratulate the team.
Darlene was left standing by herself as everyone else was cheering and surrounding the boys. She regained her composure. With a pout upon her lips, she turned and began to march across the field to the parking lot where her BMW Z3 sat.
Tommy was crowding around his teammates, doing his best to include himself in the celebration. “Way to go, Jake!” Tommy said.
Jake grinned, “Hey, we couldn’t have done it without you, Tommy!” The other boys on the team laughed. Although he wasn’t sure why, Tommy joined in with them.
Helen stood with her husband, Frank who was proudly putting his arm around their son Jake’s shoulders. “Well boys,” Helen smiled. “We’re all so happy to see you going to the championship, we’ve decided to throw a party for you all on Saturday afternoon. Everyone is invited. Be sure to tell your parents.”
The boys all cheered. From across the field, the horn on Darlene’s BMW honked twice. Tommy looked over to see his mother standing by the car and waving impatiently at him to get over there. He reluctantly glanced back to his teammates.
“Say fellas, I gotta go but I’ll see you all on Saturday!” Tommy ran across the field and to the parking lot where Darlene stood waiting.
“Let’s go, sweetie,” Darlene fussed. “I have a nail appointment that I mustn’t miss. And make sure you take off those dirty cleats before you get in the car.”
As Darlene opened the door and began to get into the car, Tommy excitedly ran around to the other side. “Hey mom, Jake’s mom is having a victory party for the Cougars at her house on Saturday. Can I go?”
While starting up the car, Darlene put on a pair of expensive designer sunglasses and checked her lip-gloss and hair in the rearview mirror. Tommy had to ask her two more times to get her attention.
“We’ll see, sweetie,” Darlene snipped. And with that, Darlene sped out of the parking lot.
2.
“C’mon mom, hurry up. We’re already late for the party!”
It was Saturday afternoon, almost past 4pm. Tommy was sitting on the couch. He wore a baggy pair of cargo shorts and his Cougar jersey. His skinny legs tapped nervously on the carpet while he cast his eyes down the hall that led to his mother’s room.
“I told you I will be out in a minute,” Darlene’s snippy response came from behind her closed bedroom door.
“You said that over an hour ago,” Tommy whined.
“Young man, I will be out when I say so,” Darlene snapped. “If you say another word we will not be going to this party at all.”
Darlene was standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a tight white low cut cotton halter top that offered an abundant view of her cleavage. Her short little faded jean skirt showed off her long tanned legs which were accented by the criss-crossing white straps around her ankles from the cork wedge heeled sandals she had on. Her blonde highlighted hair was up in a cute sky-blue scarf. Her makeup was perfect as she finished putting a pink gloss to her lips. She gave herself another once over, adjusting the thin straps of her halter top on her tanned bare shoulders.
The bedroom door opened and Tommy gaped in astonishment as he watched his mother come walking down the hall. The front of the low cut white halter trembled with the obviousness that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her short little jean skirt inched just a bit higher up her thighs as she took each clopping step in her strappy wedge heel sandals.
“Well, just don’t sit there, Tommy,” Darlene didn’t even glance over at him as she went over to grab her purse and sunglasses off the stand in the foyer. “You do want to go to the party, don’t you?”
Tommy awkwardly stood up. Confused and embarrassed to be getting the beginnings of an erection. He became a bit sweaty and tried to adjust himself. “Be right there, mom.”
Darlene put on her dark designer sunglasses and touched up her make-up in the mirror hanging in the foyer. “Sweetie, I’m going to the car.” She took her keys off the stand and with her clutch purse in the other hand, walked out the front door.
“Right behind you, mom!” Tommy clumsily followed through the foyer and out the door.
3.
“Tell him that is the listing price and not a cent lower!”
Darlene was driving on the way to the party and talking on her cell phone. She testily continued, “We’ve already discussed the closing contract and he was ready to sign.”
Sitting next to Darlene, Tommy couldn’t help making glimpses out of the corner of his eye at how her perfect breasts were lifted and straining against the thin white halter top. Or how the short little jean skirt she wore shifted higher up her thighs while driving.
“That isn’t the point,” Darlene stated into her cell. “If he cannot accept those terms you have him call me personally.” She snapped her cell phone shut and put it on the console. “We’re only going to be able to stay at the party about a half hour to an hour at the most.”
“Aw, mom…” Tommy groaned.
“Sweetie, I have a very important deal to close and I’m taking time out of my very busy schedule just to take you to this party,” Darlene replied.
“But this is a chance for me to hang out with the guys,” Tommy said.
Darlene didn’t even glance at her son as she continued to drive. “This is not open for discussion, young man. When it is time to go, we will leave and I do not want any nonsense from you. Now sit there and be quiet while Mother makes another call.” Darlene picked up her cell and began dialing.
4.
“Hello everyone! We’re here!”
The party at Helen’s home was in full swing. The parents were standing off to the kitchen and dining area enjoying cocktails. Some of the boys were in the big backyard kicking a soccer ball around. Some were gathered around the sunken den where they were eating pizza and playing Xbox on the den’s widescreen TV. And everyone stopped what they were doing at the same time to see Darlene stood in the foyer with Tommy slouching just behind her.
Helen paused in mid conversation with Linda and Marsha. The three women disapprovingly took in Darlene’s outfit from head to toe.
“It seems Little Miss Look At Me has arrived, “ Linda said.
“Can you believe her? Could that skirt be any shorter?” Marsha observed.
“She looks like she should be standing on a street corner. Not a boy’s soccer party,” Helen touchily noted. All three women noticed how their own husbands were staring at Darlene.
And they weren’t the only ones. The boys in the den all were looking at Tommy’s mom the moment she walked through the front door. Among them, Jake, Nick, and Darin grinned to each other.
“The MILF has arrived,” Nick said.
“Damn I don’t think she ain’t even wearing a bra,” Darin observed.
“I’d do her in a heartbeat, “ Jake smiled. “Too bad she’s so stuck up.”
Darlene smiled and waved at everyone from the foyer. She then turned to Tommy, slightly leaning forward to look at him. She was completely unaware of how she was giving the boys in the den just below a tantalizing view of her cleavage.
“Now sweetie, try and have a good time and make friends,” Darlene said. “I’ll be over with the grown ups. But if any of those boys tease you, I want you to come tell me.”
Tommy looked over his shoulder down into the den where he could see all the boys checking out his mom. Even when he turned back to her, his eyes couldn’t help going to how the low cut halter pushed her cleavage up. He felt sweat break out upon his brow. “Geez, mom,” Tommy stammered.
“Don’t ‘Geez Mom’ me, young man,” Darlene retorted. “If you don’t stand up to these boys, I will.”
Darlene straightened up and stepped past Tommy so she could stand above the three steps that led down into the den. It was obvious she had the boys’ attention from where she stood. She put her hands on her hips. “Now, listen boys,” she demanded. “I don’t want any of you picking on Tommy. He’s a sensitive boy and does not appreciate the teasing you give him.”