Soccer Mom - Chapter Fifteen By Pac (pac) Terri's plan works, but only for so long Lunch went quickly, since the rest of our families were only gone long enough to visit the park, where Jordan quickly fell and skinned her knee. There was much crying, as with any six-year old, and Terri patched her up and consoled her as well as she could. Her daughter looked so tiny held in her mother's big strong arms, and I fought down nasty thoughts of me in the same position. "She's a good mother," Alice said from my side as we watched the waterworks. "She's a good everything," I replied, and Alice chuckled. "Yes. That's sometimes her problem, but I wouldn't change a thing about her," she said, glancing at me. "Neither would I," I said. Alice put her arm around mine as she watched the unfolding drama, and I remembered Terri's warning about her mother the vamp. I resisted pulling my arm away, but didn't want to be rude, especially if this was an innocent thing. Terri had done the exact same thing to me the first day we met, so maybe it was just a habit these ladies did. "She is crazy about you Eric, you know that," she said to me. "My advice to you is take your little victories where you can. They won't be many; believe me, I know. I resented her quite a bit when she was a little girl, but I came to realize she just can't help herself. We stopped playing board games when she was ten, when I realized that your child shouldn't be sent to her room for winning. It sounds shocking, I know, but I think you got a taste of what it's like at the golf course yesterday. I'm surprised you lasted that long. Her last boyfriend left her after only two crushing defeats. He had to be some sort of record." "I have to admit, it's very ego-bruising," I said, "but I've never been a die-hard competitor. I like to win, sure, but I'm not all about winning at all costs; I'm trying to show Terri that. I have to say, though, yesterday wasn't exactly a shining example of my live-and-let-live attitude. I was madder at myself for doing so poorly than I was at her for winning, but there is a part of me that just itches to beat her at anything. I'm working on that. She's doing her best to dissuade me." I couldn't help but smile a little as I thought about Terri's dissuasion technique. "I'm sure she is," Alice said and gave me a sultry look. "If you were a few years older, I might have tried to get a little victory in myself." "Sorry, Alice," I said, "I'm a one-woman man, and Terri is the most fantastic woman I've ever met. I already dodged one bullet yesterday. The last thing I want to do is lose her. I am flattered, though." She gave my arm a little squeeze. It was harder than I would have expected. "I completely understand," she said. "I would never do that to my daughter, either. She's been through so much. That Bill was a real bastard. I tried to tell her just how much of one right after Jordan was born, but she was determined to make it work. He was so terrible to her. Did she ever tell you about him breaking her ankle?" "She did today, actually," I said. "He sounded like his ego didn't like to be bruised at all." She gently disengaged from my arm. I found myself missing the contact a bit. "No, he was a control freak. He loved having Terri at his beck and call. For the first few years of their marriage, she was his personal slave at work and home. He had her digging through law books and legal precedents like a paralegal, and she did it with a smile on her face. At home, he treated her like a stay-at-home housewife. It was shameful. I think she got maybe ten hours of sleep a week those first few years, between him and Jordan being young. I'd never seen her so run down. She's next to impossible to wear out, I'm sure you know, but toward the end of that time, she was as close as I've ever seen her to being truly defeated. I think that was what he was trying to do. Before that the bastard used to hit her. He knew he couldn't hurt her, but he seemed to enjoy doing it just the same. I fixed that. He never touched her again after I got done with him." "Do you share some of Terri's talents?" I asked, curious. "The physical ones?" "Let's just say that he didn't try to raise his hand to me more than once," Alice said with a faint smile. I watched Terri gently rocking her daughter as she cried. Cleaning dirty knees that are torn open is never fun, for parent or child, but Jordan was finally quieting down. I watching the rippling muscles of Terri's arms as she effortlessly rocked Jordan back and forth, and felt a swell of love. This wonderful woman, who endured so much, was such a genuinely good person. She was always so selfless, considerate, caring, kind. It's amazing she didn't find a good guy before me who could deal with her physique and talents. God knows there are plenty of us out there. "You're a good man, Eric," Alice said, rubbing my shoulder with her hand briefly. Her hands kneaded my shoulder a lot like Terri's did. "Just don't let her get to you, and you'll both be very happy together." I gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze in return. It was solid, as I expected it to be. "Thank you Alice. I'll definitely take that advice." The yard work went quicker than I originally expected. It turned out Terri had only "weeded" the front of the house yesterday, and then come to see me. This morning, dynamo that she was, Terri had gone to the home improvement store, bought new flowers for her depleted beds, bought a door, driven to her place, dropped off the flowers and plants, and then come to see me. She truly is tireless. The other thing she is is organized. She got just the right flowers for her garden, then got a few extras to accent places in the back yard, tying together the styles in front and back. We worked well together, and there was frequent touching and kissing, enough to make the girls chuckle as they played around us. The mothers had retired to the back yard, trying without success to get the girls to go with them. Hayley and Jordan ran around us, a minor distraction, but one comment caught my ear, and I'm sure Terri's as well. The girls had gotten some of the spare small gardening tools: small trowels and weeding forks. They were digging in one of the flowerbeds we hadn't gotten to yet. They played well together, and I considered it Mana from Heaven that their comfort with each other matched Terri's and mine. They had moved some dirt around and were planting sticks in place of flowers when Hayley looked at Jordan in that innocent little girl way. "Why does your Mommy have such big muscles?" she asked. "Because she's a superhero," Jordan replied matter-of-factly. I hid my smile as I worked alongside my own personal superhero. "Which one?" Hayley asked. "Wonder Woman, I think," Jordan said. "'Cause she has dark hair and she's really pretty. I want her to come with me for show and tell, but she said no. She said we can't let people know." "Oh," Hayley said, her eyebrows scrunched up in thought. "But you told me, so now I know. Is that okay?" "Yeah, 'cause you're like my new sister." I couldn't hide my smile when heard that. I hoped she was going to be Jordan's new sister someday. At that blissful moment, I was thinking that the chances were pretty good. "Hey, Wonder Woman," I said, chiding Terri, "can you pass me that spade?" Terri laughed. "Jordan's been pestering me to go to show and tell since she was in Kindergarten, and I finally told her I was Wonder Woman to get her to stop. She wanted me to show kids how strong I was, and you know how I feel about that. I'm just worried that she'll be disappointed when she finds out I'm really NOT a superhero." I laughed. "Ha! When will she find that out? I'm starting to be convinced that you ARE," I said. "How does Sex Goddess sound for a superhero name?" "Tacky," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. I threw a little clod of dirt at her, and laughed as it went right down her shirt. The victory was short-lived, however. She got her revenge when she tossed her own little clod. It went neatly right in my laughing mouth. Terri put her hands to her mouth in mock surprise, and her shoulders started shaking with her own laughter. I spat the dirt out, and joined her. We had a comfortable five seconds of humor before the girls began raining dirt on us, not wanting to miss out on the fun. And that began a nice six-month span of blissful domestic life. We did everything together as a family, and it felt great. The competition died down to little bits of one-upmanship, like the dirt tossing, and never progressed beyond that. That's not to say there weren't times when I wanted to up the stakes a little, but Terri seemed to sense when something was up, and often used her gentle intimidation technique to quench that particular fire. The sheer volume of sex was off the scale, as Terri was firmly convinced that sex would prevent me from getting competitive, but what ended up happening was the sex itself became a bit competitive, with me trying vainly to outlast her. It never happened, of course. I once gave her twelve orgasms in a single epic lovemaking session, and she was still rearing to go. I recall the next day being sore all over (but mostly my friend in my shorts), and feeling like I'd been hit by a city bus. I was utterly whipped. The entire marathon three months was definitely one for the Kinsey Institute's record books. We could have written new chapters in my jokingly referred to Kama Sutra; most of them would require the woman to be at least three times as strong as her partner or more. It was a truly joyous time, but it of course had to come to an end. The side-affect of that much sex for me was I was having trouble getting to work, and sometimes in staying awake AT work. I was so wiped out all the time! I frequently got Hayley to school late, and ended up getting a call from her school for all of the tardiness. I finally had to call for a cessation of the sexual escapades when my boss called me in to discuss my lateness as well. It was after a seminar when I couldn't keep my eyes open for much of it. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Terri took it well, though. She said I was the only man she ever met that even got close to keeping up with her, which I'm sure was high praise. It still rankled a bit. Again, I couldn't compete, if that's what you want to call that. She expressed concern that letting up on the sex would get my competitive dander up again. I told her I was past it, but she wasn't convinced. Terri's Plan A thwarted, she resorted to Plan B: physical intimidation. Nothing violent, mind you, just subtle reminders of her sheer incredible might. It always seemed to happen when I was showing a little too much spirit. I could tell it was part nervousness, part arousal on her part when she did things, but it was pretty much ALL arousal on my part when she did it. The first one was when she and I were playing around after Jordan's Christmas recital. Alice had graciously offered to keep the girls that evening and we went out for a few drinks. We got back to her place and I put my arms around Terri forcefully from behind her, squeezing her as hard as I could. I was a bit drunk. She never seemed to get drunk, unsurprisingly. "Uh-oh, you've got me baby," she said. "See how long you can hold on." Uh-oh, indeed, I thought. Terri flexed her upper body from her relaxed position and I felt her hard muscles swell in my arms, pulling them apart against my will. I squeezed as hard as I could, but her growing body forced my arms apart so easily it was laughable. The coolest thing about it was she flexed slowly, not all at once, so I could feel her mighty muscles grow as they stretched my arms out. She lifted her arms and shrugged me off like a light breeze. "I know what happened, Baby," she said. "You weren't holding me right. Try it again." She backed into me again, and grabbed my hands, bringing them up to her breasts. She pushed my hands deeply into her huge orbs. "Ahh, that's better," she said. "That's how you should do it." I kneaded her huge breasts for a while, and her sighs and moans told me I was doing it right this time. She had her arms over mine while I did it, and she raised her arms up and flexed them as I played with her. The massive mountains of her biceps rose up majestically. "What else would you like to play with, Eric?" she asked. "So many mountains to climb, so little time," I breathed in her ear, and nibbled her earlobe. There was no throwing of boyfriends up onto the roof, though she did boost me up to one of my second story windows when I forgot my house keys one night. Of course, it was utterly amazing: we tried first for me to stand on her shoulders, but I didn't quite reach, so she got her hands under my feet and just pressed my body upward and held me high. I felt like an ass, because the first window I tried was completely closed, so we had to try two others until I got to the one in my master bathroom. She was totally unfazed, just keeping my body held high, and walking around my house, finally holding me in place while I got in the window. I think the hardest part of the whole scene was for me. When the first window she hoisted me up to had been locked, Terri turned with me held at arm's length over her head (this is me standing on her hands, mind you) and started walking to the next one. Since I didn't run away to the circus like my mother had asked me to when I was five, I was the one with trouble: I couldn't keep my balance. I fell like a stone when she turned, but she of course was fast enough to catch me. The next try was more careful, with her lifting me up. The second window was locked, and I apologized to Terri. "It's okay," she said, her voice not showing strain. "Do you think any of them are open?" "I usually don't lock ANY of them," I said down to her. "Hayley must have been turning the latches." "Well, let's try one more and if it's locked you can just come stay with me and we'll call a locksmith tomorrow," she said. "Do you want to get down, or stay up there? I promise I'll be more careful this time when I move." "Why not, let's give it a try," I said, turned on by how easy it was for her to hold me. Terri pivoted slowly, and I wobbled a bit (her arms didn't though, it was all me) but held steady. She then walked over to the next window, which thankfully was slightly open. I crawled in and ran downstairs, throwing open the door and leaping onto a waiting Terri. She was surprised but unmovable as always. Needless to say, I pretty much attacked her on the doorway, and she carried me over my threshold for a second time, though this time she was holding me with my legs wrapped around her waist as we kissed like crazy. There were several other reminders to show me I just wasn't able to go toe to toe with her physically, as if I needed reminding of that. My favorite was when she and I were fooling around at my place one night after a date. I had her in the bedroom and we had finished a fantastic hour's worth of sex (see why I was so tired all the time?). She was getting ready to go, and I was doing everything in my power to keep her at my place, including staying naked in front of her. She would try to put on her bra, but I kept undoing the band when she was doing other things, like putting on her pants. She tolerated it twice, but the third time, when she felt my hands on her, she whirled in place, pushed me into the wall, and hoisted me up a couple of inches. Then she took her hands off me and held me in place with her hard body pressed into me... not to mention those massive boobs. "Try to do it now, big guy," she said teasingly. I reached around her, but she had puffed up her entire upper body, and the band was stretched so tightly I couldn't pull the two pieces of band apart. I could've sworn the little hooks were starting to bend backward from the pressure she was putting on the band from flexing her huge upper body. Her broad lats and big thick pecs were straining the bra to nearly the breaking point, but her body just knew how much that garment could take as it wasn't being destroyed. I struggled with it for a bit, with her chuckling as I tried. "No luck, huh?" she said, "maybe you should've just said please." Terri turned and got her right hand between us, then braced her legs, turned and pushed me away with her single arm! I went flying through the air to land hard on my bed, and she leapt from nearly ten feet away to land right on top of me, knocking the wind out of me. "Eric, Eric, Eric," she said, holding me in place with her left hand while she cocked her right arm - the arm she just threw me across the room with. "You still don't realize that you can't do a thing against this body? Look how big my arm is. Do you think your whole body could even take on my one arm and win? You know the answer, don't you?" "Mmm hmm," I said, staring raptly at her arm. She unflexed and flexed her arm again, and the damn thing got bigger still. "Throwing you across the room got me pretty turned on," she said, flexing her arm again. "It makes me wet to do things like that to you. I never realized how much it turned me on to show off like this. You like it, don't you." "No," I said. Her face screwed up in disappointment. "I LOVE it!" I said, and angled my body under her as her eyes lit up in surprise. My hard-on poking her ass through her pants had to be telling her exactly that, but I think she wanted to hear it fully from my lips. Maybe she needed me to reinforce it, so she didn't take it for granted. I was a bit sad that, even after all of our time together, she wasn't fully convinced how sexually charged her showing that amazing strength got me. "Terri, any time you show me how unbelievably strong you are, I think it turns me on even more than you." "Really?" she said, and jumped off me, tearing off her pants and panties quickly. She jumped back onto me and held me in place again, her strong left arm planted in the middle of my chest. "Are you sure you're more turned on than me?" she said, and rubbed her pussy on my cock. It was so wet that my cock was thoroughly bathed in her womanly juice from just one pass! "Jesus, so wet!" I said, amazed, and reached my hand to her pussy. She covered my hand with hers and guided my fingers into her. She gasped as I penetrated her with a little wet squishing sound. "So, so wet!" she said. "So wet for you, Eric. I love you so much." Her pussy contracted as I shoved my fingers into her, tightening on me firmly. It was strong like the rest of her, and in her perfect control. "Kitty's still hungry, Eric," she said, clamping down on my fingers. "Kitty's appetite is never ending," I said, trying not to wince in pain as her pussy crushed my fingers. "Kitty thinks you're pretty observant," she said, and released my fingers. "I think Kitty needs a real meal," I said, and rammed my cock into her. "Oh!" She moaned as I caught her by surprise, but tightened up immediately, stopping me in my tracks. "Yes, she needs more!" Terri said, "I need you, Eric!" She got her hands under my arms and yanked my body up into her full breasts, pressing my chest against hers as she kissed me desperately. Her hips started moving as we kissed and her tight pussy milked my cock like a series of fingers kneading it. She worked me to an orgasm in minutes, and kept riding as I went flaccid. I ran my fingers over her clit to take her to an orgasm as well. The nice thing about all this playing around is I convinced her to stay that night. It's like Alice said, you take the small victories where you can.