A soccer moms humilation
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It was a cool day in September as our soccer team took on the team from the
bad side of town. I really wasn't much of player but my mom insisted that I
stuck at it and became better. I must confess I really didn't enjoy getting up
early on Sunday mornings to make the drive to the opposition teams' pitch.
Usually they were quite far and today the team we were scheduled to play was
two towns over in a really rough place called the West Estate. This place was
made up of 70s style houses with all kinds of low level criminals frequenting
it.

I packed my things and my mom and I got into the car and made the drive over
there, picking my friend Zeb up on the way. He was a quiet Jewish kid who was
more into books than playing soccer, but his mom had the same bright idea as
mine, getting us some much needed exercises every week. Our moms were friends,
but his mom never came to any of our away matches as she couldn't drive.

As we gazed out of the car window a kind of giddy excitement overcame me. I
always dreaded playing the team from the West Estate. All of the parents would
watch and shout at the referee and generally try and intimidate anyone there.
It was a crazy atmosphere, many of the parents who watched our games were more
concerned about the safety of our cars than anything else.

As we got closer to the field the houses looked like they were becoming more
and more decrepit. Eventually we drove into the car park, I had been there
once before but it was a long time ago and was nothing more than a faded
memory.

As we looked across the field we could see that a couple of the other players
from our team were already there. There was some type of commotion going on in
the centre of the car park. There were a group of men and woman all standing
behind one lady and my friend's mom and her friend and the two sons standing
on the other side.

My mom locked the car up when we were inside and we watched what was going on,
I think she was scared to get out as one woman in particular was shouting at
my friends mom. She looked to be at least 180lbs and about five foot 6, quote
a large lady; she was wearing grey spandex pants and a pink cardigan. She was
really shouting and pointing at my mom's friend Rose. Rose was about the same
height but much lighter at about 140lbs, still not skinny but comparatively
much thinner. Rose looked visibly scared as we could hear muffled shouts
through our car windows. The woman walked forward and slapped rose on the face
right in front of her son.

Her friend then grabbed her own son and they ran off to their car. I couldn't
believe what was happening. Rose was kind of taking slow backward steps with
her hands up and her palms facing toward the oncoming woman in a submissive
posture, but she slapped her again and again making rose scream and plead with
her to stop.

Zeb and I were staring at what was going on as my mom was making noises like

"ohhh my God"

"wow"

"Oh my God she's killing her"

It was a really intense atmosphere as Rose wanted to escape and run but her
son was standing right there.

The group of men and women behind the larger woman were cheering as she tore
into Rose and slapped her mercilessly again making her stumble backwards onto
her back.

Her son let out a huge scream and his face went bright red as his mom fell.
The woman stooped down and grabbed Rose by the hair and began dragging her
along the tarmac like a dog causing roars of laughter from the people behind.
I couldn't see exactly what happened but it looked like her son actually wet
himself at that point.

My mom started to beep her horn and start her engine as the woman mounted Rose
and began slapping her again, Rose looked like her face was covered in blood
as she screamed in agony, her son frozen to the spot.

I sat there feeling a weird feeling in my stomach like this was the most
intense thing I had ever seen. I looked over at Zeb and he was transfixed, he
had a bulge in his pants and was frantically itching at it like it was covered
in fleas.

I had the same feeling as we both stared at each other. My mom screeched out
of the car park to a nearby phone booth and called the police.

She took us home eventually and we didn't get to play that match after all.
Zeb and I went upstairs to my room and started talking about what we had seen
and we couldn't believe how Rose had got beaten up in front of all those
people. As soon as we started discussing all of the details Zeb looked kind of
wide eyed and frantic as he pulled down his pants and began to jerk off.

I was really hard as well at this point and seeing him do this I unzipped my
fly and gripped my cock. We started laid on the floor side by side and jerked
our cocks furiously, talking about what we had just seen.

Zeb came first, he let out a growl as he shot his come all over the carpet
next to him, and this made me come almost immediately.

I don't think I will ever forget what happened that day nor the pleasures Zeb
and I had discussing the events that took place.