Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2019 19:48:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: JB
Subject: Dinner with Coach

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction by the author and written solely for
enjoyment.

Contains:  Foot slavery, lesbian, food play

Dinner with Coach

Ann wondered where Tina was now that practice was surely over.  Something
was up.  Tina was never away from the house this much.

Tina at 13 yrs old was the star player on her junior high school soccer
time. Many days she'd come home from soccer with her long blue soccer socks
stained from a long hard game and sweat pouring down her.  Boy she would
smell, but she didn't seem to mind.  Didn't mind her dark hair being a
tangled mess.

Then it would be *thump*...*thump* as her cleats sounded as they hit the
floor.

Then she'd go over to couch and watching some streaming shows and text her
friends and wait for me to bring her food.

But not tonight.  And many nights have been like this lately.  Where is
she?  Who is she with?  What is she doing?

Ann realized she couldn't be at her teammate Gillian's house because
Gillian's mom was pretty strict and always made GIllian do homework at this
hour.

Tina doesn't seem interested in boys yet, so Ann realized that probably was
not it.  No boys her age on the street anyway.

Her coach might know.  Ann thought Tina's coach Becky was nice enough.  Mid
30s, always in a track suit.  Pretty affable.  She doesn't wear a ring
though and never talks about a boyfriend.  Ann hated to judge, she herself
was long divorced but she knew that, like it or not, women notice those
things.  So Becky is just bit mysterious like that.  And not intentionally.
Ann just never asked too many questions and so such topics never came up.

Tina seems to like her though.  Hated the last coach, that "old witch" ( as
Tina would say} Coach Stebbins.  She was in her 50s and was just ugly, mean
and stern.  Ann didn't enjoy talking to her any more than Tina did.

Coach Becky does live down the street a little bit.  Could Tina be there?

Why would she be at this hour?  She has schoolwork tonight, a big test
tomorrow.

Ann didn't want to get chewed out by Tina like often happens with Tina
hitting this more rebellious age, but she texted Tina, asking where the
hell she was.  She was pissed.  This has been going on for a week and a
half weeks she thought.

Tina responded: dinner w/ coach..home later

Ann was angered still.  She worked hard on dinner tonight.  Tina didn't
mention any of this.  And when is "later" exactly?

No, this is the last straw.  Ann resolved to walk over there and get her
home.  Tina and the coach would both learn from this.  What kind of adult
would allow a young girl to be away from home on a school night like this?

It was a nice night, so Ann didn't even bother to throw on a coat.  She was
in her work skirt and just threw on her flats.

Minutes later, Ann was knocking on Becky's door.  No answer.  Odd.  She
rang the doorbell.  No sound, it must not be working.

She kept knocking, growing impatient.  Nothing.  "What the hell," she
thought.

She resolved to walk around back.  She could see a light from the house
shining on the back yard.  Somebody was clearly home.

She got closer to the light and started to notice this must be Becky's
kitchen, she could see the cabinets as she approached.

What she saw shocked her, nearly took her breath away.

Tina was sitting on kitchen chair in the middle of the kitchen, her hands
gripping the chair.  Her hair was in a ponytail and she was staring down
intently.  No, not intently, but down right lasciviously, at her pale feet
planted in a plate of spaghetti with marinara sauce on the floor amid her
socks and cleats as her kneeling track-suited ponytailed blonde soccer
coach licked and ate the spaghetti from her feet and toes.

Ann stepped back, her knees week, and grabbed her mouth as her world felt
like it was crashing down around her.  This can't be happening.  She wanted
to wake up from this right now.

But, no, it was happening.  Calling the police jumped to her mind.  Should
he do it?  She wanted to.

She watched as coach Becky sucked some spaghetti from between her
daughter's upturned toes as Tina leaned just her back briefly and moaned
and lolled her back down, as if she was drunk.  Ann realized her daughter
was just drunk on pleasure.

Ann moved a step as if to barge in or slam on the window, but caught
herself.  No.  This isn't the way.  This won't end well.  Ann, Tina, and
the coach would all suffer if Ann declared war over this and went nuclear.

As Ann watched coach Becky lick her daughter's ankle to get at some stray
marinara sauce, Ann, with tears running down her, resolved simply to walk
home.

As slowly stumbled her way home, Ann thought about how just downright gross
the whole scene was.  Her daughter's feet were sweat-soaked and stank bad
after practice and this freak of a coach was eating dinner off them and
seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.

Or was she?  Was Tina blackmailing her?  Oh my god, would her daughter do
that, be capable of such evil?

It dawned on Ann that asking Tina was a dead end.  No, Ann realized her
best course was to say nothing and, it was terrible to contemplate....and
watch them do this again and again.  At least until she had a good plan of
confrontation.

Tina came home hours later and Ann was already terribly struck by how her
perception of her daughter changed.  Every look and hug was cold and
different.  And not from Tina's end but her own, her own opened mind.

Ann wondered if she could smell pussy on Tina or if it was her paranoid
imagination.  What else did the two of them do?  Becky or Tina or both
surely would have wanted Becky to orally satisfy Tina.  But maybe Ann had
caught them before this, she could hardly utter the word, "relationship"
got quite that far.  Was that the only shred of hope Ann had left?

The day after was normal enough.  Tina came home on time.  Was her typical
13 yr old self.  Maybe a little more bratty Ann noticed.

But it was the day after that when Tina again failed to come home.  She
responded that she was at Gillian's.  A lie of course.  Did Tina not
realize Ann could just call over to Gillian's and find out her lie?

As it got darker, Ann commenced her soon to become routine walk.  She tried
to brace herself along the way.  She did not want to do this at all and her
feet and legs were heavy as they lurched her to the coach's house.

She could already hear moaning as she approached.  Tina laid naked on her
back on the kitchen table.  Her underdeveloped tits had whipped cream on
the nipples as the ponytailed coach, wearing only a long tee shirt, held
the can of whipped cream and was applying it to Tina's toes and licking it
off.  Tina had her eyes clothes and was breathing heavily, her head jerking
around a bit as she moaned.

This did not look like blackmail.  Becky looked euphoric.  Becky walked to
the side of the table and sprayed a line of whipped cream up Tina's whole
right leg.

Tina could hardly keep still as Becky licked it up.  Tina squirmed and
moaned even louder.  Ann felt she might vomit as Becky knelt down and
gently kissed the side of Tina's thigh.

Ann wondered how long she could watch this hellish debauchery.  A respected
grown good looking woman carnally feasting on an innocent 13 yr old girl.
She could have any man, but she is licking up my daughter, Ann thought
angrily.

The scene helped Ann decide when she should leave.  Ann watched as Becky
sprayed whipped cream on her daughter's hairless mound and Ann stormed
away.  She knew what would happen next.  And she knew now this what not a
first time.  Tina has been over there many times now.  Becky has tasted it
many times before.

Ann hit the wine hard when she got home.  She could hardly move as she sat
at the kitchen table.  Tina eventually came home and was in a very happy
mood.  Ann knew why.

Ann had a sexual dream of some sort that she could not remember as she
stood in the shower the next day.  A shocking thing happened.  Ann got a
little horny and wet thinking of licking whipped cream off a woman.  She
started crying and purged the thought from her mind.  What the hell was
happening to her?  Did she need to seek a therapist?

Her daughter's soccer shorts and panties did smell of sex.  This was not
imagination she realized as she did the laundry.  That pedophile of a coach
got her daughter to secrete so many juices.  The whipped cream scene popped
into her again and fought a bit to get it out.

Again, it was not until day after that Becky no-showed again.  Ann kept her
work skirt on and threw on her tennis shoes and started off.

Ann saw a little more of a sensual almost cute scene tonight.

Tina again was sitting on kitchen chair in the middle of the kitchen, this
time without her shorts or panties.  Becky, again only wearing a long
shirt, stood but like stooped over and was passionately kissing her
daughter.  Tina still wore her soccer socks and cleats, but at her feet
were two chocolate pies with no topping.  Ann had seen such pies at the
grocery store, they are regularly sold there.

Becky knelt back down and started unlacing Tina's left cleat as Tina
propped her right cleat on the chair to unlace it.  Becky pulled off the
left cleat and Tina yanked off the right as the shoes thudded to the
ground.  Ann could only imagine the terrible smell.  Tina removed her socks
with a devilish smile on her face and, my god, smothered them into her nose
and smelled them.  And Becky was, oh yes, sniffing the insides of her
cleats and loving it.

Tina tried to plant her sweaty icky pale right foot into one pie but
succeeded in only making a half footprint.  But she seemed to like that and
remarked something to the coach about that sight.  It's not a creamy soft
pie, the chocolate filling is thick, so Ann could see the problem.  But it
proved no problem at all as Tina then stood up and put her whole light
weight into the pie.  She giggled as her toes pressed in deep with the
chocolate filling coming up between her toes.

As she tried to lift her foot out, the whole pie came up with the foot.  It
was stuck to it.  She giggled even louder and Becky was so entertained and
happy too.  Tina then planted her left foot and toes in to the other pie.
Again she tried a lift, again the second pie stuck to her left foot.  Tina
sat down and played with her toes in the pie.  She moaned a good bit.

Ann heard a loud dog bark that broke her concentration as she stumbled back
and her legs hit something in Becky's yard.  Tina and Becky looked out the
window directly at her.  But it was pitch black and Ann concluded they
could not possibly be able to see her so far back in the yard especially
with any glare on the window from the kitchen light.  Nonetheless, Ann
quickly proceeded home as the two....lovers resumed their play.

That night and the next day, all was normal again.  Tina was bratty, but
her usual self.  Ann again sniffed much sex from her daughter's panties.
It occurred to her: Why was she smelling them at all?  Was not that gross
and wrong?  She'd been having many sexual dreams, some of them of a lesbian
or homoerotic nature.

The dreaded day after came, but this time, this time Tina came home.  Ann
was shocked out of her mind.  She had made mac n cheese (family size tray)
from the store.  Could this be Tina having a nice normal dinner with her
mother?

Tina did not take off her cleats at the door like she always does.  She
walked right into the kitchen, her cleats making a lot of noise on the
floor, as Ann sipped her tea, waiting to say hi to her.  Tina was drenched
in sweat and reeked of it.  Her knee looked bruised a bit from practice.
The mac n cheese tray was in the center of table, very warm and ready to
eat.

"Mom, I am going to coach Becky's for dinner and you better not follow me
there anymore," Tina said coldly.

"What are you talking about, honey?" Ann said in panic.

"Mom, Becky almost made the army special forces, she saw your tracks in the
yard and I confirmed with my phone they were your shoes," Tina responded.

"I don't care what you saw, I am going over there whenever I want, you
won't stop me," Tina continued with soft firm resolution.

'Tina, please don't do this time, I love you and you can't do this, this
has to stop," Ann pleaded.

"No, it will go on, I have a lot of fun with her, she takes care of my
needs," Tina said plainly, not seeming to be angry, moreso just matter of
fact.

Ann got to her knees.  "Please, what can I say or do to make you stay here
tonight?  Don't go."

"I'm sorry mom, but there is only one thing you can do," Tina stated.

"What?  What is it?"

Tina grabbed the mac n cheese tray and held it out so her mother could see
and then dropped it right to the floor.

"Does that answer your question?"

Ann was devastated and slumped down.

"Night mother," Tina said as she turned to go.

"No Tina, no....I'll do it, I'll do it," Ann choked out.

Tina turned around surprised.  No smile, just surprise.  She did not at all
anticipate this.

Tina pulled a kitchen chair out a bit and sat down.  She didn't look at Ann
as she unlaced her cleats and yanked them off.  Ann heard the thuds and the
sweaty dirty stench filled her nostrils.  Tina removed her socks and threw
them in her mother's lap.  She pulled the tray over with her sweaty toes
and slipped her foot in.  She moaned.  Then she gently eased the other foot
in.

And Ann's future was changed forever.