How I Met Your Soccer Mom
Copyright© 2025 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 8: Birthday Bash
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8: Birthday Bash - 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
The ride in the Granada wasn’t too bad. The pain subsided a bit when Mark had braced my foot in some sort of over-sized plastic shoe which essentially prevented any movement. According to him and the doctor it was most likely just an over-stretched tendon, but Mark wasn’t taking any chances and decided he would take me into town for an X-ray the next day.
As a rather small second tier youth team, our adult team was playing in sixth tier, we didn’t have any medical staff, so having Mark at hand, someone who was used to working with world class athletes, was a god-sent. He even had a small practice set up inside their home.
The visit to the doctor had made Mark and Regina come home half an hour late, which had interfered with little Jenny’s plans to get to the karting track, but before she could berate them for their perceived tardiness, she realized there was a casualty.
So instead she wished me a speedy recovery, gave Regina a detailed report about the condition of the baby, handed her a baby-phone and hurried off to make the most of her remaining practice time.
“Well, she digs the job of a mother, doesn’t she?” I asked as Lydia and Ilka helped me lie down on the massage bench.
“Probably because she knows she won’t be one anytime soon,” Regina said with a chuckle. “A professional racing career and a pregnancy don’t go well together.”
“You think she can make it? To the pro ranks, I mean.”
“Considering that she was slapped with extra weight earlier this year because she was winning too much, yeah, I think she’ll make it,” Mark answered with amusement. “But what about you? Until that guy hacked you down, you were easily the best man on the pitch. Trying to go pro yourself?”
“Only if Energie Cottbus or Dynamo Dresden stay where they are until I’m old enough,” I said. “Some of the guys hope to be spotted by a large club, but I don’t want to go away from here, and certainly not abroad. I don’t break my back on the construction site, only to not live in the house when it is finished.”
“And I’m not sure I’d make a good footballer’s wife at age fifty,” Ilka added with a giggle.
“Why?” I asked. “You’d still be looking younger than the lot of them.”
“Ooh, listen to the lady killer,” Regina said and grinned.
“He does have a sweet way of begging for a blow-job, doesn’t he?” Ilka replied, equally amused and to my shock she started to pull down the footballer’s pants I was still wearing.
“Considering how well he is sweet-talking us,” Ilka said while undressing in front of everyone. “His tongue seems to be in perfect working order.”
“You wouldn’t mind, would you,” Regina replied gleefully and stripped down to nothing quicker than I had ever seen a woman do so.
With so much flesh being exposed around me, it took me no time to develop a massive hard-on. Ilka wasted none of said time and climbed on top of me, carefully avoiding my injured leg, while my vision was delightfully obstructed by Regina lowering her bald pussy into my face.
“Oh, Mr. Physio, I might have an itch here too,” I heard Lydia say with a giggle and soon the entire room was filled with groans of pleasure from all sides as I was busy with Ilka and Regina, while Mark and Lydia went at it too.
Ilka and I were lying in bed in the guest house of Regina’s place. Apart from having my leg in a brace and having to hobble around on crutches, I certainly had had an interesting day.
“You surprised me there,” I said to Ilka and kissed her temple. “I had not expected you to actually witness me fooling around with someone else.”
“It was a spontaneous thing to invite Regina. I have to say though, I’m happy that I did. Watching how much she enjoyed your tongue was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I think I’ve discovered something about myself. I liked watching. It was so exciting.”
“Maybe you had that subconsciously in your mind when you came up with the idea to rent me out to Mark’s ladies,” I noted.
“Is that what it feels like to you?” she asked. “That I ‘rented you out’?”
“Nah, that’s probably the wrong term,” I back-paddled. “Considering how long I was belly-aching about it, I’m quite happy with it now, even though we haven’t gone all the way at all so far.”
“With none of them?” Ilka asked and chuckled. “You had the chance to get laid by the teacher all you boys were drooling over, and you’ve not done it?”
“It was Jogi’s idea, actually,” I said. “He reasoned that if you realized after a while that you weren’t as okay with me fooling around as you had thought you would, you would likely be able to forgive a blowjob, but not a full-fledged tryst between the sheets.”
“Funny, I said the same to Lydia in May,” she admitted. “But I would have thought we’ve established by now that I am okay with it.”
“Well, now that you’ve actually seen it, I’m finally convinced,” I said.
Ilka wasn’t the only one who discovered something about herself. I discovered the next morning that Ilka’s occasionally blunt approach to things was actually her default modus operandi.
Mark had taken me to the hospital for an X-ray and I learned that I had had a ton of luck. The injury wasn’t bad, but that had been down to sheer luck. An ever so slightly harder tackle and I would have needed surgery and would most likely have missed the entire first half of the season.
When we came back, Ilka was of course elated by the news, but it also meant that I had to be extra careful. Any further disturbance in the next week, even with the leg in a brace could tip the injury over into surgery territory.
Everyone was treating me like a raw egg, fearful of dropping it, so to avoid becoming a nuisance, I spent most of the day on a deckchair near the pool. The weather was still fine, especially for October. Twenty-two degrees centigrade was fairly warm for that time of the year. The women no longer went naked, but being topless was apparently still appropriate for the weather, at least in this household.
In order not to leave me exposed to any boredom, Mark, Lydia and Regina sat with me on the other deckchairs.
“Folks,” Ilka said. “Mario and I had a little talk last night. Since we are both now convinced that this arrangement works, I would want you to know that you don’t need to observe any arbitrary red lines.”
Lydia and Regina immediately understood what that meant and chuckled.
“There is one, for now,” Mark interrupted. “Until that leg of his is in a better shape, I think we should still hold back a bit. The danger that his ankle is getting disturbed, even in the brace is still too big.”
“I didn’t have you on the candidate list to begin with,” I quipped, making everyone laugh.
“Trust me mate, your candidate list will be long enough without me,” he shot back with a grin.
“Well, now I feel confident enough to admit it,” I said with a look at Ilka. “But now I’m actually looking forward to it.”
Ilka smiled. “Took you long enough, Casanova.”
“By the way, isn’t your fifteenth birthday next week?” Lydia asked and I nodded.
“And his leg will be in good enough shape if we’re good girls until then?” Regina chipped in and giggled like a schoolgirl.
Mark nodded.
“This sounds as if you’re planning something,” Ilka noted and I could see she was quite amused by that thought.
“Well, years back we used to go on holiday to a nudist resort on the Baltic sea,” Lydia said. “In the evenings we used to play some silly games, like Blowjob Bingo. I actually miss these days sometimes.”
“The name sounds interesting,” Ilka said and chuckled while looking at me.
“We blindfolded Mark and took turns blowing him. He had to guess who was who,” Regina explained.
“That sounds like the perfect party game,” Ilka said enthusiastically. “And a pretty good birthday present as well.”
“I don’t want to piss on anyone’s parade, especially not my own,” I said. “But you do realise I would never have a birthday party without Jogi and Doreen? They might feel awkward if we start fooling around, and I certainly couldn’t enjoy any shenanigans if they felt like they had to leave.”
Mark smiled at my intervention, and so did Ilka.
“I think, if anything, Doreen might be one of the girls you’ll have to guess,” Ilka said and chuckled. “Have you already forgotten that she was the first one to ditch the shirt at the barbecue?”