I felt Sarah's hair, it was really long, reaching down to her bottom and the ends were clogged together with clods of mud, "You need to wash your hair, it's going to take hours to dry and it's already well past your bed time.

"Mum, don't go mad but I really need to cut my hair short now!"

I actually thought, if you cut your hair short now your father will see that love bite on your neck and he won't be at all impressed, "Just how short?"

"Well...you know, pageboy short or shorter."

"Why exactly?"

"Because it hurts whenever I try and brush it, it gets trapped in doors and things, when I plat or braid it to keep it out of the way I get headaches, it's going to get dirty when I train and I'll never have time for it to dry before bed on training nights."

"I'm going to have to work on your father, he won't understand."

After her bath Sarah did her hair into a lose French braid and then wrapped her head in a long towel like a massive turban before she went to bed at least an hour later than I would have liked. I sat in the living room, Sarah's father wasn't home yet, he was at the pub as usual so I was watching the TV on my own, at ten thirty my telephone rang, I picked it up, "Hello."

"Hello, are you the parent or guardian of Sarah Clark?"

"Yes."

"I apologise for calling so late but Sarah came to training with us earlier this evening, she's trying for a place on our under twenty-one team and she's very good, exceptional even. I'm calling because I'd like her to be part of the team on Saturday, she'll be on the substitute bench at the start of Saturday's home game but only if I have a parental consent form all signed and in my hand because she's under eighteen years old."

"Does Sarah have a form for me to sign?"

"No, if you have an email account and a printer I can email a form for you to print out and give it to Sarah to bring with her on Saturday after you've filled it all in and signed it."

I gave him my email address and as he was writing it down I said, "Erm you only train on Thursday evenings?"

"During the season we train on Thursday evenings, we start at six thirty and train until nine o'clock, well, all apart from the few under eighteen year olds, they start at five o'clock and finish at eight o'clock. In the summer we train on Sunday afternoons"

"Where to you play and where do you train?"

"Our pitch for training as well as playing our home games is at the old gas turbine factory."

"Is that the pitch at the side of East Street?"

"Yes."

"That will be convenient for Sarah, it's only a ten minute walk from home."

I wished the coach a good night and then started to wonder where Sarah had been for almost an hour on such a filthy evening, the coach had said that under eighteens had been sent home at eight o'clock and she should have been home by ten past eight if she had walked all the way and in the rain she would probably have run.

In fourteen years that was the first time I'd questioned what my daughter had done, especially having seen her neck as she got in the bath and saw a love bite on her collarbone. I printed out the form that I'd been sent. I considered not filling it in, I should really have talked to Sarah's father first, I looked at the clock, the local pub had been closed for ten minutes, like Sarah, he should have been home because the pub was closer than the football ground. I didn't want to get into an argument with John about it, he would have said no out of hand, he didn't think that girls were any good at playing football, my opinion was, good or not, if it was what she wanted to do it was my job to try and help her to do it so I filled the form in and signed it.

I was long ready for bed by the time that John got home, an hour after the pub closed. As usual my husband had drunk far more than he needed to. I went to bed with him, he was noisy because he was drunk, I got in bed first and he threw the bedding off of me, he wanted sex but that wasn't unusual, he was an amorous drunk but being drunk he was often unable to follow his amorous advances through.

My nighty was pulled up under my chin and John surfed up my body, his flaccid cock rubbing over my cunt but there was little chance of him getting in. Over the stench of stale alcohol I could smell the perfume of another woman on his body. I wasn't sure if his flaccidity was due to the alcohol or if he'd already used his strength on another woman.

I was happy enough that he didn't make it on this occasion but also a little frustrated at being taken to that point, getting ready for sex and then having my husband falling asleep on top of me. I have no idea how my husband does it but from being drunk and incapable at midnight to being up and on his way to work at seven o'clock in the morning.

I was doing Sarah's breakfast when she got up, the first thing she asked was, "Have you spoken to dad about my hair, I need to get it cut today, I might get a game if I go to the football club tomorrow and someone doesn't turn up...but not if my hair is this long."

"Your father was late home and left early this morning so I didn't get the chance to talk to him."

Sarah looked angry, "Yes, I heard him come in late and he was drunk as usual! Look mum, I'll do it myself if I have to but you would make a better job of it for me."

As soon as Sarah finished her breakfast I did a rough cut to take her hair down to collar length and suggested taking her to a hairdresser after school if I could get her an appointment.

"Mum, the hairdresser will charge twenty quid. If I go to the barber he'll charge five quid and we won't need an appointment."

Sarah was dressed for school, she was shaking her head, marvelling at the lack of her hair pulling at her scalp with every movement, "Sarah, will you see that football coach today?"

"I go past his house on the way to school."

"You may as well drop this off on your way to school then, you're starting on as a sub tomorrow."

Sarah dropped her satchel and ran at me flinging her arms around my neck and hugging me before snatching the consent form out of my hand.

"Meet me out of school tonight, I need to get my hair sorted out tonight."

Sarah pulled a beanie hat on to cover most of my amateur hacking at her hair before leaving for school.

I only worked a few hours a day so at three thirty I was waiting at the school gate for Sarah. I saw her leaving the school building with a boy of similar age, I'd seen the boy before but never really taken any notice of him, but with her hair cut short by me and the beanie hat covering her head, they could have been twins. It looked like Sarah was about to lean in to the boy for a kiss but at the last moment she saw me looking at her and punched his upper arm before walking away from him. It was the closest I'd seen her to a boy in her fourteen years ... mind you, I'd seen the evidence of her having been close to someone the evening before because of the love bite I'd seen on her collarbone.

"Who was that?"

"John Smith."

"He looks a lot like you."

"I look a lot like him really, he's two years older than me! He could almost be my brother from another mother."

Naturally I'd heard the term before, often used by Afro-Caribbean's to refer to a friend who was as good as if not better than family. Sarah's comment had sparked a worrying memory in my brain, the fact that her father had been engaged to Gail Smith before he met me. "So ... what part of town does your friend ... What's his name, John Smith live in?"

"Yes, John Smith, he lives close to that pub with the cricket team opposite the Green I think."

The barber's shop was empty, just the elderly man who had been cutting boy's and men's hair for the past fifty years. Sarah looked at all the pictures of boy's hairstyles for a few long minutes before she came back to me, "Mum, I know I said pageboy style but can I have a short back and sides please?"

"Well, I'd prefer you to have a style that at least makes you look like a girl, I'm going to get enough shit from your father as it is for cutting it that short..." I looked at Sarah's face, she wasn't exactly pleading with me, she actually looked resigned to the fact that as I was going to pay, the barber would do as I asked him. "...darling, it's your head, your hair and if you hate it after, it'll only take a year or so to grow back out."

I closed my eyes as the barber took the last three inches off of my daughter's crowning glory away, with my eyes closed I saw John Smith again. Sarah's comment had popped the nagging thought in my head but as Sarah got her looks from her father, the blue eyes and the blond hair ran in his family, so there was a boy, he had the same face and hair as my daughter, the same first name as my husband and the same last name of the woman that my husband had been engaged to before he met me. I didn't need to be a nuclear physicist to work out that particular combination and make two!

Sarah touched my arm and jolted me back to the barber's shop, "Mum, I need three pounds fifty for the haircut!"

I took out four pounds and told the barber to keep the change, he had after all saved me a minimum of sixteen pounds and at least an hour waiting while my usual hairdresser washed and primped and pampered my daughter. Sarah walked home with the beanie hat in her bag, proudly displaying her short back and side's haircut. Considering I'd never seen Sarah with a boy in my life before I was surprised at the number of boys that smiled and nodded their heads in her direction, an unspoken acknowledgement between Sarah and the boy ... unspoken because I was with Sarah and the boys didn't want to come near her while I was there.

I did dinner for myself and Sarah but not for her father, I couldn't remember the last time John had come home for dinner on a Friday. He always left home very early on Friday mornings and never got home before midnight. I didn't even bother to wait up for him to get home, I actually went to bed earlier than usual because I was expecting him home in the early hours of the morning and because he hadn't managed to have sex with me on Thursday night he would have wanted it on Saturday morning when he finally turned up.

I had the best night's sleep I'd had in many a long year, I opened my eyes and looked at John's pillow, it was empty, the bedding on his side of the bed was exactly as I'd left then when I went to bed. It had happened a few times in the past, John had usually phoned me with a drunken slur to tell me that he was too drunk to drive home and he was going to sleep it off on a friend's sofa. But there had been no telephone calls last night and nothing so far this morning.

Sarah woke up, had breakfast and took her school bag to her room to get a head start on her home work for the following week. I told her that I was going out and not to answer the door to anyone while I was out.

It was ten o'clock on Saturday morning, I went to our local pub, the pub that I would have expected John to spend most of his time in. I hadn't been to the pub with John since I was pregnant with Sarah so I didn't know anyone there and they wouldn't know me. The pub was open but there were no customers in yet, the barman was wiping down surfaces to keep himself busy, he stopped and came to the bar to serve me, "What can I do for you madam?"

"Erm, I was wondering if you knew John Clarke?"

"Yes, I know him well, he hasn't been in here since he moved about a year ago."

"Moved?"

"Yes, he moved to the other side of town, I think he drinks in 'The Inn on The Green' now!"

The Inn on The Green was the pub that Sarah had mentioned her friend lived near so now I had another destination to try, I thanked the barman for his help and headed out to walk over to the Inn on The Green.

When I reached the Inn I didn't have to ask if the barman knew my husband, he was posting a picture of John and a woman on their notice board for winning Friday night's Quiz Night the night before. "That looks like a fun event!"

"Well, it would be if John and his wife Gail didn't win every week, it puts the others off even entering the quiz. I ordered a dark rum and cola and sat at the bar chatting the barman up, "Do the quizzers come from far and wide to take part?"

"No, most are local, like John and Gail, they only have to walk over the green..." The barman looked out of the window, across the green, "...Looks like John's at home today, his car's still on the drive!"

I looked over my shoulder, I recognised my husband's car instantly sitting on the drive of the second house on the lane on the opposite side of the green. Well, fortified by my rum...was I going to march over there and ask for my husband back or was I going to go over and punch the first one to the front door on the nose? I marched across the green, I didn't knock on the front door, I went down the side of the house, I saw John Smith walking across the kitchen in his under pants. Then I spotted his mother, she was sitting with her back to the kitchen window wearing just a nighty. I moved over to the back door and was about to knock the door when I realised that Gail Smith wasn't sitting on a stool, she was sitting on my husband's knees and he was naked apart from his underpants.

Young John sat at the table while his mother snogged with my husband right in front of him. my hand was raised, my hand formed into a fist and I was an inch away from knocking the door when I heard, "Dad, can you pass me the butter please, I've got to get off to the football pitch early, it's my turn to help set up the goals and corner flags this week..."

Dad, young John called my husband dad, that did stop me in my tracks.

"...Will you still be home when I get back from the match dad?"

"No I'm sorry but I've got work this afternoon but I'll be back later on."

I backed away from Gail's back door and walked past the side of the house. As I passed my husband's car I took my nail file out of my handbag and poked it into the valves of his wheels, all four of them and left them as flat as pancakes.

I got home just as Sarah was about to leave to play football, her hairstyle may have made her look like a boy but her football top left you in no such doubt. I'd never seen a football shirt so tight and it wasn't made of cotton as I'd have expected, it was a stretchy material a little like Lycra and it pulled against her stomach so tightly that it made her breasts look twice as big as they usually looked. I could almost see the stitching in her sport bra under the football top.

"Where did you get that shirt from?"

"I got it from Martin yesterday when I took him the consent form that you signed for me."

"Right, give me a minute to go to the toilet and I'll come with you, I'd like to watch your first game."

"Mum, you can't come, it's not a kid's match, most of the players are between eighteen and twenty one, they don't take their mothers to the match, I'll lose a lot of respect if I turn up to my first match holding my mother's hand ... and anyway, I'm on the substitutes bench, I might not even play."

I went to the toilet and Sarah went to the sports club to play football. When I got out of the toilet I had another dark rum, I was the right side of merry, I looked at the clock, it was eleven thirty, I guessed that if I hadn't let my husband's tyres down he would have been home by now, expecting lunch and probably a fuck as well. I didn't feel kindly disposed to giving him either option so I collected my handbag and walked out of the house.

I didn't really intend to go to the sports ground but that's where I ended up. John Smith was on the left wing, he was doing a lot of running backwards and forwards but his team was making little headway. The team they were playing were the previous year's champions and so far they were the best team of the current season too.

I found a place that I could stand at the side of the club house behind a screen of bushes so that I couldn't be seen from the pitch. Sarah's team mates made a break up the pitch, the player on the right wing was running well and dribbling like a professional when the opposition defender ran in at high speed and slid in with a two footed tackle, he totally missed the ball but took out the winger, he flipped into the air and landed on his back and neck.

The ref sent the defender off and Sarah's coach phoned for an ambulance to take the winger to hospital. The game was held up for fifteen minutes and as soon as the coach handed the care of his injured player over to the paramedic he turned his attention to Sarah, he told her to warm up. It was a good thing that I'd had two good measures of rum or I'd have given into my protective instincts and rushed onto the pitch and dragged my daughter off.

The game was restarted with a free kick on the right wing, the wing that Sarah was now working. The opposition put up a wall of six players between Sarah and their goal. I saw Sarah smile at John before she addressed the ball, she took five paces back from the ball and waited for the ref to blow his whistle. Sarah sprinted at the ball, she kicked short, caught the ball from below and lifted it high into the air, over the heads of the defensive wall, across the front of the penalty box, John Smith was already in position and before the ball touched the grass John caught it on the volley. The ball rocketed into the top left corner of the goal while their keeper was still trying to see where Sarah had kicked it.

The rest of the game was more like a punch up than a game of football and when the final whistle blew, Sarah's team were one - nil up, their first win of the season and the winning goal was scored by their two youngest players.

I watched as thirteen opposition players ran from the pitch into the visitors changing room while Sarah was hugged and kissed by her twelve remaining players, they were in no hurry to leave their field of battle. The coach took them to the point that the injured player had been hacked down and they stood for a minute's silence while the coach telephoned the boy's parents for any news they might have on their son.

I was backing away from the front of the club house, deeper into the wooded area that had been keeping me out of sight and I bumped into someone who was watching me watching Sarah's team play.

I was flustered as he pushed me towards the side wall of the building. I could hear the arguments from the visitors changing room through the air vents close to the roof of the building.

"You're Sarah Clarke's mother aren't you?"

I nodded my head, he reached out with his right hand and brushed a strand of my fringe off of my forehead, his left hand came up to my cheek and he traced out the contours of my face, jaw and neck. My body shivered as if it were freezing but it wasn't cold. His fingers slid into the neck hole of my T-shirt. I felt the material pulling into the left hand side of my neck as he stretched the neck hole out of shape.

I felt his fingertips hooking the material of my T-shirt over my right shoulder, he'd stretched the neck of my T-shirt to more than double what it had started out as. "So, do I have to call you Mrs. Clarke?"

My voice was thick with emotion as I said, "Victoria, my first name is Victoria!"

"It's really nice to meet you Victoria, my name's Peter."

He leaned in and kissed the top of my shoulder, I whispered, "Please don't do that, I'm a married woman!"

"I know that you're a married woman, pity your husband doesn't have the same opinion .. do you know where your husband spent last night?"

I was looking down now, I was ashamed at myself for just standing there allowing a total stranger to touch me the way he was and as he pressed his body against mine I knew that I should have pushed him away. I didn't respond to his question, I was just standing there, looking down and shivering.

"He was with his second wife, Gail and their children."

That made my head snap up as I looked him in the eyes and I said "Children!"

"Yes, your husband has two children with Gail Smith ... although she calls herself Gail Clarke, you saw one of them playing on the pitch just now and he has a little girl called Tracey, she'll be six years old next week."

Because I was looking into his eyes he chose that moment to lean in and kiss me. I was definitely on tilt, I'd had twenty hours to get used to the fact that my husband had a son from before we met what I didn't know about was the fact that he'd had a second child with Gail just six years earlier, half way through our marriage together had really knocked my legs out from under me and as he kissed me I not only allowed him to but I actually found myself responding to him.

"I want to show you something special."

Peter took my hand and pulled me around the back of the club house, he took me to the fire escape, pinned to the wall next to the fire escape door was a planning order giving permission to convert sections of the visitors and home team changing rooms into two areas for toilet, shows and changing areas for female players.

There was a loop of wire sticking out between the fire door and the frame, Peter pulled the wire and the fire door opened. I was pulled through into the passageway leading through the building. There was a sheet of plastic covering the passage just before the doors into the two changing rooms, two new doorways had been cut through the walls and inside was a half completes dividing wall. I was pushed into the darkened void that would eventually be the home team girls changing room.

Peter positioned me so that I could see through a hole in the newly created wall. I was looking straight into the home team's changing room, I saw thirteen naked men walking away from me and then I spotted Sarah, she was naked and as she ran across the room to catch the rest of the team her rather ample breasts were bouncing.

I felt Peter's lips against my neck as he whispered, "Your Sarah has a fantastic body for a fourteen year old girl!"

Peter's hand were pulling at my T-shirt, pulling the bottom out of my skirt's waistband, his hands lipped under my T-shirt and rubbed up, covering the gap between my skirt and my bra in a moment, he cupped under my bra covered breasts and lifted their weight.

I watched the showers start to run, all thirteen players were under the water. I watched one of the older players approach Sarah, he started to rub soap into her shoulder blades and down over the back of her ribs to her bottom. Sarah just stood there allowing the twenty one year old to wash her back, his hands rubbed soap between her bum cheeks and she turned rapidly to face him, his hand was still in the same place so now that Sarah was facing him his hand was rubbing the soap into her pussy mound, Sarah stood on the tips of her toes and lifted her head so she could kiss him. Sarah and the boy were now the centre of attention for the rest of the team. All twelve boys were hard as iron and I felt the waist band of my skirt relax and my skirt slid down my legs ... I felt it but ignored it.

I spotted Sarah take the older boy's cock in her hand and she began to rub his cock as he washed up her ribs and over her breasts. He leaned in again and pressed his lips against hers and I saw his body jerk, my body jerked as well, Peter's fingers were inside my cunt rubbing me up into a froth. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt fingers other than my own in my cunt. My husband never bothered, sex for him for the past ten years or so was just a mechanical act, he would plug his cock into my cunt and work as fast as he could to empty his balls into me ... he didn't care if I got any pleasure or not, sex was just for his own pleasure.

I realised that just like me, the boy in Sarah's hand was climaxing into my daughter's fist. He stepped away and Sarah lifted her hand closer to the shower head so she could rinse his spunk from her fingers. Two of the other older boys stepped into Sarah's little cone of water and they both began to rub soap into her body as she took care of both cocks, one in each hand.

Peter let me cool down slightly from his finger action and then I felt warmth and wetness between my buttocks and Peter's right hand pressed into my abdomen and he pulled my bottom away from the wall, I went to look back, he pushed my face back towards the hole in the wall, "You don't want to miss anything!"

Peter took several minutes to get his cock into position and he entered me from behind as Sarah moved on to the next two players and repeated the washing and rubbing. From the position that Peter was taking me the feeling in my cunt was totally different from anything I could ever remember feeling in my life before. I'd only ever had sex in bed in the missionary position and this was nothing like that. I reached my climax again in seconds. Sarah was moving on to the next two boys in her team masturbation orgy.

I noticed that John Smith was holding back, it seemed that the boys were taking turns with Sarah in age order so naturally John Smith was going to take last turn. As Sarah was emptying each boy's cock they were leaving the shower area and drying off. I was having my one millionth orgasm as Sarah and John were the last two in the shower. This time, instead of John washing Sarah's body as an excuse to touch her all over John pushed her legs apart and started to finger fuck her under the water cascade. He gave Sarah a massive orgasm at the moment that Peter exploded in my cunt. Sarah's knees went week and she slithered down onto her knees in front of John, her mouth opened and she swallowed his cock into her mouth. I had collapsed as well, my forehead was pressing against the edge of the hole I was looking through, taking most of my weight as Peter gasped for oxygen.

Sarah and John left the shower together holding hands. Peter backed away from me and he pulled my knickers up followed by my skirt. I was dressed again by the time I got my senses back and like the frightened bird I was, as soon as I was back on an even keel I flew for the door.

I ran from the back of the club house, through the woods and out onto the road again. I saw Sarah and John walking from the driveway of the football club, they were walking hand in hand until Sarah saw me and her hand slipped out of his. There was an awkward 'Goodbye' between Sarah and John, he even shouted goodbye to me as well as he walked in the opposite direction, Sarah's eyes were on him until he was out of sight.

Sarah crashed her hip into mine and her arm draped over my hip, "Thanks mum!"

"What are you thanking me for?"

"For everything ... for letting me have my hair cut ... for not showing me up in front of the rest of the team ... for letting me get changed without going mad at me!"

Sarah lifted her chin and kissed me on my lips. "You need to brush your teeth ... your breath smells bad!"

"No, I need to use mouth wash or a mint or something, not good to brush my teeth so soon after ... erm ...Football!"

We carried on to home wrapped in each other's arms. I was surprised not to see my husband's car on the drive when we turned the corner and there was no sign of him in the house ... no, I didn't mean no sign of him being in the house ... I wasn't expecting him to be there if his car wasn't ... what I mean was, his overcoat wasn't hanging in the hall, his shoes were missing from the shoe rack. His favourite CDs were missing from the living room and all of his office work was missing from our home office. I went up to my bedroom, his wardrobe doors were open and all of his clothes were missing.

Sarah appeared at my bedroom door, "He's left a note, I found it in the kitchen, he's gone to live with his other family."

"You know that John Smith is your half-brother don't you?"

"We worked that out years ago ... I'm in love with him but I'm not stupid ... I know that we can't have children or anything ... we could marry, there is no traceable link between us but we probably wouldn't want to marry anyway. Mum, can I ask you something and please don't lie, just tell me to mind my own business if you don't want to say but ... What was Peter like?"

"What do you mean?"

I felt my face heating up more than I could ever remember in my life before.

"The thing is, when I saw you in the bushes watching me play ... well ... I sent Peter round to look after you ... Was he as good as dad or was he better or worse?"

I thought about it, my daughter was only fourteen but she was obviously wise beyond her years. I had never been the sort of woman to talk about sex with her friends and certainly not my daughter ... I looked at her face, there was a mountain of different elements to her look, trust, expectation, hope and a hint of disappointment at my slow response. Every fibre of my body wanted to tell her to mind her own business but instead I slumped down onto my bed.

I looked at Sarah's face, "Well, he was certainly different to your father, that's for sure!"

"Well, I guess if all I'm going to get is different ... I guess I'll have to put up with that."

"Better, he was much better than your father!"

Sarah grinned at me, "As dad has pissed off to live with Gail, can I invite Peter over to spend the night with you?"

"Are you 'Pimping me out' to your friends?"

"Only to Peter Perfect, he's a great guy and he's looking for new digs at the moment, he'll never be faithful to one woman but he won't lie and go behind your back like dad did either!"

I mulled it over, I hadn't really cared that my husband had fucked other women, what had bothered me was that he had done it behind my back.

"Mum, while we're on the subject of sex ... can I invite John over to spend the night with me if I promise not to have full sex with him in your house?"

"Darling, it's your house as much as it is mine, I don't mind what you do with your boyfriend so long as you're careful ... take proper precautions so that John doesn't make you pregnant."

Sarah used the telephone in my bedroom to call her boyfriend on his mobile phone. I heard her invite him over for dinner and the night, "...What will you tell your mum?"

Sarah grinned and looked into my eyes, "He's not going to tell her anything, she's in bed with dad right now going at it like rabbits, Tracey's spending the night with Gail's mum, John said that he probably wouldn't get any sleep at home tonight with the noise they're making so he may as well come here and get no sleep either!"

Sarah giggled and her face light up.

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