How I Met Your Soccer Mom
Copyright© 2025 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 7: Chieftain Brave Bison
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7: Chieftain Brave Bison - Young Mario saves Ilka, the mom of his dead childhood friend, and Ilka saves Mario. Their lives intertwine.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Sports Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex
As it turned out, all the tossing and turning wouldn’t have been necessary, as Ilka went about that talk quite bluntly, to say the least. She employed the same analogy about the daily barbecue that Mark had used and told me in no uncertain terms that while she was quite happy to engage in our rather lively sex life, she would prefer to see a reduction in frequency.
What surprised me the most was that she indeed told me point blank that I had her expressed permission to do whatever anyone on that estate was willing to do with me.
“What happened to ‘I will need a lot of reassuring’?” I asked her. “You’ve basically just told me that if any of those women wants a piece of me, you’re fine. I certainly know I would never say the same to you.”
Ilka just smiled at me. “Trust me, you are all the man I’ll ever need. Aren’t we having this talk because you’re actually a bit too lively for me to handle? Have you any idea how hard it is to concentrate on the job, because your sweetheart has fucked you silly half the night and you can’t get it out of your head?”
I was taken aback. Ilka wasn’t usually prone to use that kind of crude vernacular. Well, if that was what she wanted to employ, two could play that game.
“So, what if all four of his girls want a piece of me. I come home and you want some too? I’ll be the one in the doghouse then. You think you can live with it, but what if it actually happens?”
To my surprise, Ilka laughed.
“Mario, don’t get your hopes up too much,” she needled me. “Yesterday was one of the very few days they’re actually all in the same place. Three of them are world class athletes, so they’re away a lot.”
“But...,” I started but drew a blank as to how to continue my thought.
“And as for your idea of them running you dry,” she continued, clearly amused. “First of all, I’m not sure if that is even possible, and secondly: How do you think their complex relationship works? They all know how not to bite too big a chunk out of a guy, because they’re not the only woman around. They all know that I exist, and that I have first dibs on you.”
“And yet, you seem almost keen for me to engage in any shenanigans,” I argued.
“There’s one bit Mark probably didn’t tell you,” Ilka said with a smile. “You’ve seen porn movies, didn’t you?”
I actually felt a massive blush creep up on me, but she just kept smiling.
“Mario, I’m sure you’ve seen some scenes where the girl actually needed a second guy to make it work?”
“Fucking hell,” I swore, making Ilka laugh.
“He’s eleven years older than you. That’s still fairly young, but I’m pretty sure he can use some help satisfying four ladies.”
“This is doing my head in,” I groaned. “Don’t get me wrong. The girls are all sexy as hell. I’d be lying if I said if I would happily fend off any offers. But what about you? You might think you’re okay with it now, but what if you aren’t when it has actually happened? I can’t risk losing you.”
She smiled again and kissed me. “Mario, there is an easy way to avoid that. You wouldn’t come home bragging about it anyway, and I know from experience that there is no way to tell if you’ve done it the first or the third time that day. You are always the same caring partner, no matter how often we’ve done it.”
“You are serious about this, aren’t you?” I asked her. Ilka nodded.
“Look, we have really great sex, and I want it to remain that way. It’s just not that great any more if it happens every four hours. And I was serious about my work. Last week I nearly ruined Mrs. Heimann’s perm because I couldn’t concentrate over the memories of the wild sex we had the day before.”
“Oh shit, not Mrs. Heimann. You wouldn’t hear the end of it,” I said and cackled.
“See, and I was also serious about what I told you about Mark. A guy would never admit it, but Lydia told me quite openly that it gets harder for him to keep up with his many ladies. Hell, for all it’s worth, you might learn a few new tricks.”
“You’re something else,” I admitted. “I can’t promise you anything. The sheer thought still feels like cheating on you, no matter how often you encourage me. It all seems like a huge gamble to me. If you want fewer sex, I’m sure we can find some other solution.”
“A solution that leaves you frustrated?” she asked me. “That’s when you would get sloppy.”
“Is it okay if I talk to Jogi about it?” I asked.
“I expected as much,” Ilka told me with a kiss. “He’s your best friend after all.”
“Do you sniff glue?” Jogi asked me, after I had told him about the whole sordid situation. “She literally tells you to let off steam and you need to think about it?”
“What would you say if Doreen told you that?” I asked him back.
“That’s a bullshit comparison,” Jogi told me. “First of all we’re the same age, more or less, and if anything, she’s the insatiable one. Dude, Ilka does not look it, but she’s been around the block a few times more often than the two of us. Did you ever consider that she might know what she’s doing? She trusts you a lot with such an offer, and you don’t look like you value that trust very much.”
“You think she means it?”
“Of course she does,” Jogi said. “When all those women ditched the shirts at the barbecue, she didn’t even flinch, even though you were ogling the tits of Lydia Karass like the bloody village idiot. She knows that none of those girls would ever manage to take you away from her.”
“Well thanks for the compliment,” I replied sarcastically.
“If it hadn’t been for the muscle-bound swimmer next to me, making sure I ogled her tits, I would have done the same. I can’t believe that woman will be forty next year. I bet Doreen would sell her grandma, if she was guaranteed to look like that when she’s thirty.”
“Don’t let her hear that,” I said with a chuckle. “So basically you’re telling me I should do it.”
“Just launch a test balloon,” Jogi said. “Don’t jump in feet first and go all the way. Some fondling or whatever and then wait a few days. Let’s say Ilka finds out she can’t live with it after all. I’m pretty sure that some boob groping or a blow-job is something she could forgive, considering she actually encouraged you. Things might be different if you’ve gone all the way with all of them by then.”
“Wouldn’t you get into trouble with Doreen if she knew I was fooling around there. Wouldn’t she suspect you do too?”
“Have I ever been there any longer than it takes to cool off in the pool and change clothes afterwards?”
I chuckled. “Point taken. Letting a 1.8 meter tall swimmer wait isn’t a wise choice.”
“It’s also not a fun one,” Jogi agreed. “Trust me, I get all the reward I need when coming back from working at the site. Don’t think I’m helping you just out of friendship.”
I knew the last sentence wasn’t entirely serious. Jogi did do it out of friendship, but I certainly got the bit about the ‘reward’. Apparently Doreen was quite proud of the hard work he did.
“One last thing,” Jogi said. “Whatever you decide, and whatever happens there, it stays there. You won’t even tell me. You can’t be running around bragging about it. Most of them are public figures, and they don’t need anything of this to get to the press.”
“Mark said the same,” I said. “Is it because I’m too young? I wouldn’t want to do anything that would put them into jail. Maybe it’s not such a good idea after all.”
Jogi shook his head. “It’s all perfectly fine, but imagine you tell someone that you actually had sex with Ms Marx. I know forty guys who would jizz their pants immediately, just thinking about such an opportunity. And now imagine you told one of them about it. He gets jealous and sells a story to some tabloid about how a former teacher seduced one of her former students. She never taught us, and you both actually wanted to do it, but they will still construct a scandal from it to sell some more papers.”
“Then maybe I shouldn’t do it in the first place. There can’t be no contrived scandal if nothing happens in the first place.”
“That’s your decision,” Jogi said. “But I know one thing, Ilka has her reasons. Let me put it to you that way. Would you be happy enough to do it only five or six times a week? That’s how often my parents do it, and they are Ilka’s age.”
“Jeez man! You know how often your old folks do it?” I gasped.
“When dad gave me the talk about the birds and the bees two years ago, he was like: We are older, we do it five, six times a week, but you are young and will probably do it way more often, yadda yadda, that increases the risk of forgetting about protection – that kind of thing.”
“Five or six times would last me till Tuesday lunch time at best,” I admitted.
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