MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Hot Mom and Coach (P1)

Info - hot mom, nervous Timmy, watching breasts

"You'll finally get to meet coach Timothée," I heard and smirked. Layla was enthralled with me. I was pretty certain she had a crush. It was cute, but she was also great at soccer so it made her one of my favorites. It was cute how she'd parrot my rules back at the other kids in her little kid voice.

I turned, ready to meet Layla's mom, but I was frozen. A smoke show was the best way to put it. Tight jeans and a fancy, brown, hounds tooth coat. Her hair was perfectly styled in an updo to keep it from the wind. Her makeup was subtle, and striking. I was smitten.

"Ms. Y/L/N," I gulped as she came up to me. Her perfect manicured hand was reaching for mine. I felt a thrill as our skin touched.

"You can call me y/n," she smiled. "Coach Chalamet," the last bit sounded sensual, as if she'd purred it.

"Oh, please, call me Timothée, or Timmy, or Doug, or anything you want," I said, knowing I was coming off as desperate.

"Okay, Timothée," she said, and I realized our hands were still clasped.

"Sorry," I said hastily.

"You know when Layla described her coach as the most handsome man you'd ever see, I thought she was lying, but it seems I was the incorrect one," she chuckled.

"Oh, thank you, you look very lovely as well," I said knowing I was blushing intensely.

The game started and our team wasn't doing too hot because I was ashamedly watching y/n's breasts bounce with the cheers and stomping boos. Finally, I got myself together, thinking I may get a celebratory hug if our team won.

That's just what happened. Our team won and she ran at me. I expected a crushing hug. I did get that, but also a nearly bruising kiss. I was taken off guard, but very happy all the same.

"Thanks for helping my little girl win," she smiled.

"Can we do that again, I was, um, I was -"

She cut off my stutters with her lips and I moaned into the kiss.

"No fair!" I heard Layla shout.