Soccer Mom - Chapter Thirteen
By Pac (pac)
The lovers repair some of the damage


Morning came entirely too soon. I slapped the alarm at 7 am, eager to redeem myself 
after yesterday's escapade, and quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. My 
mother was thankful I called last night, and our talk was mercifully brief, but I wasn't out 
of bed more than twenty-five seconds before the phone rang. I knew I was going to 
receive the tongue-lashing she had spared me last night. 

Today, however, was a different story, and as expected, it was not a fun talk. I related 
yesterday's events, and I bit my tongue and said, "Yes, Mother," at all the appropriate 
times. After a half-hour of "motherly advice" and the requisite told-you-so's, she seemed 
mollified. It was the least I could do after leaving Hayley with her out of the blue.

"So you didn't screw it up with Terri?" she finally said, dubiously.

"I don't think she would have stayed here, taking care of me all afternoon yesterday if I 
did, Mom," I said, and that gave her pause.

"I told her I loved her," I said, surprised that it came out of my mouth and to my Mother, 
no less! I don't think I'd confided anything in her since I was a teenager. Of course, 
loose lips that she had (and still does), she blabbed my teen secret to the whole world, so 
it didn't have a repeat performance... until now, twenty-odd years later. I'm sure there 
will be billboards or skywriting in the next few days, but no big deal. I was so crazy 
about Terri, I didn't care who knew.

"You... you what?" she said, shocked. "YOU said that. Are you sure it wasn't your evil 
twin?" 

I caught her off-guard, and that doesn't happen a lot, so I took the little unexpected 
victory and ran with it.

"I'm sure you are all full of yourself today, Mister, but just remember to keep your ego in 
check. You are not God's gift, no matter what you think, and this girl deserves to be 
treated with care and dignity."

"Yes, Mother," I groaned into the phone.

"Listen, Mom, I am going to do a little work over here, then come get Hayley and we're 
going to head over to Terri's house today. The girls are going to play, and Terri and I are 
going to do some gardening."

"Really? I remember you hating to garden," she said, surprised.

"I think it will be different with Terri. The reason I hated it with Amanda was because 
nothing went in the right place, or it wasn't planted deep enough, or I didn't dig the hole 
wide enough... you know how she was," I said. "Terri doesn't do that at all. When we 
do domestic things like that, usually what she does is smile a lot."

"She does seem happy with you. I'm glad you didn't screw it up," she said like a broken 
record. "Your track record is hardly stellar."

I'm sure she could see my sour face, even though we were talking on the phone. 

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Ma," I said.

"What are mothers for?" was her unsurprising response. "Bye, Eric."

I was able to reseat the door, though I had to use heavier screws to hold the door in 
place. The top hinge also had to be hammered flat to seat back in the frame. Terri really 
ripped that thing out of there! I let the door hang precariously in the shattered doorframe, 
and began sawing a piece of 2x4 to replace the blasted piece where the deadbolt used to 
be. 

A truck horn startled me out of my task. I rose and lifted the heavy plastic to see Terri 
walking up to the house, a rented home improvement truck behind her.

"Hi, I have a present," she said and took me by the hand. "I hope you like it."

She led me to the truck, and lo and behold, a new framed door sat atop some old rags. 
They looked like drop cloths for painting.

It was a beautiful door, and the fact that it was already framed was going to make my life 
a hell of a lot easier.

"I know you like to do this sort of thing, so I thought I'd help, considering I'm the reason 
you need a new door in the first place," she said, and her face took on that pretty blush I 
had become accustomed to seeing.

"I wasn't sure what style you would like, but I personally like a lot of glass, and the style 
of this one is so pretty... I thought you might think of me every time you came home," 
she rambled, uncharacteristically nervous.

She had turned toward the door as she discussed its finer points, and I took the 
opportunity to sneak up behind her and put my arms around her. She started, her arms 
swelling up as I encircled them with mine, and then relaxed, leaning into me.

"I love it!" I said, holding her tight. "It's beautiful, just like you, but thinking of you as I 
walk in the door will make the nights absolutely unbearable, unless you're here to walk in 
with me. I may have to walk in the door backwards on nights like that."

"Oh, stop!" she said, and her pretty blush was a deeper shade than I had seen it before.

"How are you doing today, beautiful lady?" I asked, wondering what was up. "You were 
out shopping awfully early. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she said, a little quicker than her normal easygoing demeanor. "I had a 
nice long talk with my Mother last night."

"Oh... last night, at one am when you got home," I said, disconcerted. "She was 
concerned about us, I take it?"

"No, not really," Terri said, holding my arms with hers. "She's up all hours of the night, it 
seems. She wanted me to ask you to bring your whole family over... your Mother 
included. It seems she's been eager to meet her."

"OH... my Mother... ugh," I said. 

Oh boy. This ought to be fun.

"So," Terri said, "I was thinking we could install your door, get cleaned up, pick up your 
family, and come to my house for the afternoon. I think your Mom would like to meet my 
Mom. I'm sure they'll have a lot to talk about."

She disengaged lightly from my arms and hopped easily up onto the back of the big 
truck. Her arms swelled as she manhandled the door by gripping the frame on either side. 
I noticed she was wearing another snugly fitting golf shirt today, and something I had 
never seen her wear: a pair of snug summery shorts. The bulge of her biceps in the shirt 
was doing curious things to my pants, despite my blah reception to the mom idea. Better 
still, I could see quite of bit of her thighs as well, and that was a sight normally reserved 
for the bedroom when we were together. The whole outfit was having its intended effect, 
but the conversation was less than exciting.

I sighed lightly as my mind turned from the delectable sight in front of me to the topic of 
our talk.

"Yeah... me," I said, nonplussed.

"Well, you are definitely on ladies' minds these days," she said with a sunny smile, 
hopping down off the truck with the big door held easily over her head. She braced her 
arms and legs for the impact, and they swelled up enticingly large as she landed.

I sighed again, both in exasperation at the conversation, and excitement at the grace and 
power of this heavenly creature holding my new 150-plus pound door over her head. 
Mr. Libido decided to announce his presence by tenting my shorts a bit. Damn that guy, 
can't he take a day off or something? Always about the sex... couldn't there just be a 
day of being together. My friend down below disagreed.

"I guess I need to face the music, don't I? Yeah, hell, let's get it over with. I'm sure Mom 
will love to come share all of the embarrassing details of my life with your Mother. You 
know she's a bit overbearing since you've met her a few times, but today you'll get to 
see just how much!"

Terri held the door over her head and walked toward the front of my house. Damn did I 
love to watch her do stuff like that. I mean, an oak and glass door in its frame isn't a five 
hundred pound weight, but the casual ease with which she had that thing over her head 
just made me crazy.

I fell into step behind her and grasped the end of the door, pulling down a bit. She looked 
back at me in surprise.

"That looks heavy... you need a hand?" I said, tugging on it a little.

She smiled, then angled the back of the door upward, and my feet left the ground.

"Yeah, it does feel a bit heavier, now that you mention it. Thanks for the help!" she said 
with a laugh.

I moved my legs like I was walking along with her.

God, it's such an unbelievable feeling, being the recipient of that effortless might. It 
frankly amazed me that I was getting accustomed to her amazing strength, and could 
actually joke around with her.

"Don't mention it. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself," I said smiling.

She twisted the door around a little, and my body swung around until I was hanging a 
little off her right shoulder. I kept on pretending I was walking, and she could now see 
what I was doing. The door dipped as she laughed harder and angled the door down. I 
let go of it and walked right up to her, planting a light kiss on her lips. She returned it, and 
we walked to the doorway together, my arm around her slender waist.

"Good morning, Gorgeous," I said.

She set the door down and took me in her arms, making sure to press my manhood right 
into her.

"Good morning, yourself, Handsome. I see you're up early today," she said with a saucy 
smile.

"Yes, that happens when sexy women wear enticing outfits and come to my house 
bearing oaken doors," I said, and we kissed for a few minutes.

"Yeah, this is your other present today," she said, motioning down to her outfit. "It was 
on sale. I got it last week, since I knew it would be right up your alley."

"It's really nice. Shows off your eyes," I said, and she picked me up off my feet and 
cradle-carried me through the front doorway, pushing the plastic out of the way with her 
shoulder.

"Wow, is this foreshadowing?" I said to her and she looked at me in her arms, wide-
eyed.

"Eric...." She said. "... Wow. Let's just enjoy ourselves for now, shall we? There's time 
for talk like that later," she said.

"I'm not asking anything, honey. It was just a little humor. You did just carry me over the 
threshold after all. I guess it doesn't count, though, since it's mine," I said with more than 
a little nervousness. "Forget I said anything. It's way too early to think like that, right? I'm 
just being funny... you know me. Hey, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"I would love a cup of coffee," she said, setting me down. It sounded like relief in her 
voice.

Lovely. Way to make this weird, Eric.

I took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen. When we got there I swung her body 
around and held her in my arms. I put my hands on her ass, damn did that thing stick out, 
and lifted her lightly onto the counter. She made a little chirp of surprise, but didn't do 
anything to stop me.

"Honey, I am not going to rush us into anything, and I won't make you uncomfortable by 
talking about any kind of real commitment this early in. I'm perfectly happy to just date 
after getting out of eight years of a pretty-much loveless marriage. I know you feel the 
same way."

Her legs closed around my waist, and I slid my hands along her powerful, sleek limbs.

"I do, Eric. I am not ready to even entertain the idea right now, not after what I went 
through. But I am perfectly happy to have a real commitment with you, you know that, 
right? I don't just carry guys around hanging off of doors every day. Or invite their 
mothers together for an afternoon of gossip."

She nibbled my earlobe lightly, and whispered in my ear. "Thankfully, we'll be out in the 
garden."

"If you wear this outfit, we might be out lying in the garden," I said, rubbing her thighs. 
"Damn, woman, you could make a bathrobe look sexy!"

Terri wrapped her big arms around my neck, and we kissed in a nice morning interlude.
She smiled down at me when we broke for air, pulling me into her prodigious chest.

"You know, flattery will definitely get you laid this morning," she said, and I moved my 
hands back to her ass, sliding her off the counter and onto my hips.

"I like how you are able to work AND play, Terri," I said. "It makes things so much 
fun!"

"I think fun is how we should keep this, don't you?" she said, as I headed for the stairs, 
punctuating my steps with kisses on her luscious lips.

"No, not the bedroom," she said, clamping down on me with her legs. "If we go up there, 
we're not going to get anything done today. How about right here?"

"Floor, or kitchen table?" I asked. 

"You pick."

That body was too fantastic for the floor, so I took Terri over to the kitchen table and set 
her pretty ass on the edge, then brushed all of the stuff off with a hasty swipe of my arm. 
It crashed to the ground with a thud as the random kitchen table stuff scattered through 
the room. Nothing breakable was on there, hopefully.

"Ooh, a man of action," she sighed, grabbing me by my pants and hiking me right off my 
feet, pulling me up to her waiting mouth. "Take me, stud."

We kissed like that for who knows how long as I hung suspended in her powerful arms, 
and my hands wandered up to her big breasts, squeezing them from the sides as they 
crushed into my chest.

She set me down lightly, and primly unbuttoned the little buttons at the top of her polo 
shirt. I was much less subtle and attacked the button on her shorts and hastily unzipped 
her fly.

She pulled the shirt up over her head, tossing it behind me, then put her palms down on 
the table, lifting her butt off the surface so I could slide her shorts off those marvelous 
thighs. I missed hooking the band of her panties, and made for them once the shorts were 
lying on the floor. She had on pink bikinis with a little pair of lips right over her pussy. Oh, 
what an invitation!

"Here, I've got those," I said, and kneeled down, reaching my arms up over her big 
thighs to grasp the panties.

I slid them off and quickly replaced them with my face, shoving my tongue roughly into 
her. She was so sweet, so nice and wet. I realized with surprise this was only the second 
time I had done this to her in all the time we had been dating. The feel of those big thighs 
on either side of my head was incredible, like having two warm, fleshy pillars of muscle 
cradling my head.

"Oh!" she yelled, caught off-guard, her legs tightening strongly, holding me easily in place. 

She recovered quickly, though (I would have expected nothing less), and put her legs 
over my shoulders. She leaned back on her elbows as she pushed her hips into my face. I 
wrapped my arms around her thighs so I didn't end up on my ass and pull her right off 
the table. 
 
"Oh, God, Eric!" she moaned. "I love it so much when you do that!"

I pulled my face up from her delicious pussy, looking at that beautiful face, her mouth 
open from the sudden rush of pleasure.

"If I had known that I would have done it more often, honey," I said, and dove back in.

"Ooh," she moaned, "consider this your notice!"

I felt those legs tighten up, and they pushed against the sides of my face. I was wedged 
so tightly into the curly brown hair at her crotch I could barely draw a breath, but little 
creature comforts like oxygen are way overrated, anyway. Fantastic pussy like the one I 
had my mouth on, however, that's another story.

I ate her out for a good ten minutes and felt the stirrings of Terri's mounting climax amid 
her moans of pleasure. Her legs were pulsing against my cheeks, trembling, and she 
roared over that looming precipice, gripping the edge of the table hard in her hands, 
throwing her head back as it crashed over her.

Her legs surged with power and lifted up, and I held on tightly to her thighs as my knees 
came right up off the floor. I got my feet under me as I rode her big thighs upward and 
lay her back onto the table, pushing her ass away from the edge so I could climb aboard.

Her body gave a huge shuddering sigh, making her bra-encased breasts quiver atop her 
chest, and released my head from its wondrous confines. I licked my lips, tasting her 
juice, and guided her legs down to the table's surface, climbing onto it with her. It 
creaked ominously, but it was a big sturdy oak table (I like oak), so I wasn't worried 
about it giving out on us.

I mounted her missionary-style and she arched back to unfasten her bra, pressing her 
huge breasts up into my body. She made short work of it and shrugged her shoulders as 
she pulled the straps off.

"Oh, good morning, girls," I said, looking down at her perfect pair.

"They missed you last night," she said breathily, still coming down from her orgasm, "I 
had to console them."

My ears perked up at that.

"Oh, you did?" I asked. "How did you do that?"

She smiled up at me and took her left breast in her hand, pulling it up to her mouth.

"Like this," she said, popping the nipple into her mouth and sucking hard.

"Oh fuck me!" I exclaimed. "That is so hot!"

She let it slip out of her mouth and her eyes drew mine to her other breast.

"I have enough to share," she said, and suckled herself again.

"God, do you ever!" I moaned at her.

Damn was that sexy! I laid down against her chest, my cock still impaled within her tight 
pussy, and took her other big breast in my hands, pulling the turgid nipple into my mouth. 
My hips made little rocking motions as we suckled together. It had to be one of the 
hottest fucking things we had ever done.

Terri lifted her legs up and hooked her feet under my ass. She started pushing me into her 
in time with my hips as she suckled. I felt her other hand on the back of my head, her 
fingers curling into my hair.

It was insanely erotic, and I might have lasted five minutes if I was lucky. Damn, did she 
know how to send me over the edge in a hurry!

I came hard in her, continuing to suckle her huge breast. With a plaintive cry, she came 
shortly after I did, her body curling up off the table into me. Her big breast pushed into 
my face.

"God, Eric, you've given me more orgasms in the last three months than I had the rest of 
my life!" she almost sobbed, and her hand in my hair pushed my face deeply into her 
breast as she quivered with the aftershocks of her second climax in such a short time.

It was meant as a compliment, but it made me sad to think that her life was so devoid of 
her own pleasure. I thought about her explanation about her marriage consisting mostly of 
oral sex and her husband fucking her breasts, and vowed to give her so much more than 
that bastard ever did, to never take her for granted.

"There's more where that came from, my love," I said, my head resting atop her 
marvelous breast. "Any time you like. Your wish is my command."

"As much as I'm dying to take you up on that," she whispered in my ear and her lips 
kissed the top of my head, "we need to finish your door and get your family."

"I know," I said. "That offer doesn't have an expiration date."

"You're wonderful, Eric," she sighed softly, her big breast rising under my head. "I like all 
of this make-up sex!"

"Me too," I said. "But let's not make it a necessity."

We took a few more minutes to bask in the afterglow, then dressed and started on the 
door. I gave Terri the job of demo'ing the doorframe, and she made short work of it. 
She used the crowbar a few times, loosening up each board, then ripped them out of the 
wall by hand once they were loose enough. It was astounding to watch.

She caught me watching her and took her time with the last board, her arms swelling 
hugely from her incredible power. The board, loaded with nails creaked and groaned as 
she braced her one arm against the still-intact 2x4 the framing lumber was anchored to, 
and pulled back with her other arm. Her hand actually sank into the surface of the board 
like it was some sort of softwood instead of structural lumber. She pulled back like she 
was doing a one-armed row, and the nails squeaked in protect as they pulled out of the 
wood. Her one arm was able to produce as much power as both my arms levering a 
crowbar!

"You never cease to amaze me," I said in awe.

"Tell me that in a few more months, when you've seen all my tricks," she laughed and 
ripped the 2x4 off the wall, giving a little grunt of exertion.

"I'll give it a shot, but something tells me you've got more than a few months' worth of 
tricks up your sleeve. I may need an extension."

"I'll see what I can do," she said, and we did a little perfunctory shake to punctuate our 
words.

"Would that be a legally binding contract, counselor?" I asked her. "I don't have a pen 
handy."

Terri sauntered up to me, that tight outfit stretched in all the right places by her incredible 
curves. She pushed me against the wall next to the doorframe and held both of her hands 
on my chest, bracing her legs to hold me in place. I felt the pressure increase, and the 
angle of the pressure changed as she pushed my body slowly up the wall with her hands 
cupping my pecs. I stopped my slow rise when I got about a foot off the ground.

"Yes. You're stuck with me for a while," she said with a naughty smile, and her incredible 
arms swelled as she slid my body the rest of the way up until her arms were locked. 
"You okay with that?"

I gulped involuntarily, and she kissed my pants right where my now-swollen cock 
strained against them.

"Uungh... is that a trick question?" I groaned and she pushed her face around my pants, 
rubbing it over my cock.

"You might not have a pen, but there's something else stiff in your pocket. How would 
you like to get those pants, and I'll give you a quick thank you for this morning's 
surprise." Terri said, holding me up there nonchalantly, as if anyone could do that.

"You're the boss," I said, unzipping my pants.

"Who me?" she said, that naughty smile. "I'm just a sweet, delicate little thing. I'm not the 
boss. Ooh, there's the boss."

She mouthed my cock as it stuck out from the fly of my pants. God, what that woman's 
mouth could do! She got me off in less than two minutes from her incredible fellatio. She 
didn't have a mediocre bone in her body!

"The boss sends you his compliments," I said weakly, still held high off the floor.

 She laughed and held me up there with the sweetest look on her face. Once I looked 
like I could stand up, she lowered me to the floor.

"Let's finish up, my love," she said hugging me.