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His Trainer, His Mother [King James x TGG]

King James

King James

Supernova
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Jan 4, 2018
Jason Williams had always been one to excel in life, being raised by a family that provided for his needs and gave him most of his wants. High school and college he had been a jock, finding success in football and basketball and even earning a full ride scholarship along the way.

Being in such prominent roles with his teams he made sure to stay in shape, running and lifting each day, giving him a lean, muscular build. He kept his light brown hair short and neat with his sharp jaw clean-shaven. His deep blue eyes seemed to pop in contrast to his hair, a smile almost always highlighting his high cheekbones.

Everything was great until the end of his senior year, he had been playing wide receiver in a lower tier bowl game when a defensive back went low and blew out his knee. He made a near-full recovery in six months but wouldn’t be able to play again.

Now a year later, he had moved back close to home. The new problem was without a team structure his workouts had been lacking. Luckily his mother was a locally renowned fitness instructor. It was late one Friday evening when Jason slipped inside just as one of her training sessions was winding down. He was ready to be led by her once more.
 
Stacii Taylor-Williams was a woman unlike most, having graduated high school with one of the best grade-point averages in her small town, and had a degree in advanced physiology by the time she had met her husband, the lawyer. Soon enough there was a windswept romance among them, shared together in matrimony and all the financial trimmings to keep them afloat. Surely the time had been spent in providing for each other, even more so when Stacii bore her favorite son in the process.

Who would have known more than a decade could give so much joy, disappointment, and sadness in a family? Surely not the woman who bred her child into becoming one of the best out of state only to see him crumble in his prime. Still, even when he decided to go out on his own, she kept the home warm for him, and her husband both, not that she had seen much of either of them after starting her business of training prospects and housewives with nothing better to do.

Stacii was stationed in the Downtown area of their city, having finished up with a women's yoga class by the time she saw him walk in. Despite the sweat on her brow and the physical adrenaline running through her, she couldn't help but keep her usual charms and mother-like qualities. "Shoulda known 'Mr. McThunderstick' wouldn't show up to class, let alone exist. What kinna name is that, boy? Come here..." Stacii would beckon her prodigal son with a hug, her accent still semi-noticeable after all this time spent in the city.
 
Jason had been overwhelmed with emotions when his knee was blown out only months before the NFL draft. Surely he would’ve been drafted, likely by the third round. But his efforts were all for naught due to that low hit that left him at risk if any impact of that level ever struck him there again. For that reason he finished his degree in business and moved back close to home once finished.

He loved his parents like any good son did, but definitely favored his mother. She was the one who raised him and even nursed him back to health after his injury. Not to mention she had always been the hottest mother on the block. Now that she owned her own fitness studio he saw the opportunity to help keep his health without the rigorous schedule of team sports.

“Hahah, I don’t know. But it sure is good to see you.” He said as the mother and son embraced, his strong arms wrapping around her with his hands grazing her lower back as he smiled down at her. “So I was wondering, any chance you’d have an opening for personal training?”
 
Stacii fought back the tears, mainly due to the fact that she hadn't seen him in person for nearly a year and the news spreading around town of his return was something left a brief void in her life. She chalked it up to a normal case of empty nest syndrome, but it did hit harder than she would have expected. Once they broke the embrace, and she wiped the lone tear that dared to breach her eye lid, did she eventually recover and cleared her throat to get back into her proper train of thought.

"Sure, baby boy... Personal training for my little king is on the house. Get it? 'Cause, awh, never mind!" She would flash him a smile, as she patted Jason on the chest with a chuckling slap. She was beaming, her reveling in the moment not quite finished as she previously thought. "So, you get set up in your place? Everything alright? I know your father set everything up and said it's okay, but I know ya'll... stubborn and prideful as ever." Stacii would look him over, and get a small diagnosis going.

"Gonna start you off with some meal plans first, looks like I hardly even fed ya." She 'tsked' repeatedly, before she gestured for him to follow her to the office she had in the corner. The low wall separated the studio from the business section respectively, and it allowed her sight over the floor for when trainers came in with their clients. "You lookin' to bulk up, or tone down, first?" She asked from over her shoulder, as she walked on.
 
Many in the city would find his mother’s voice to be like nails on a chalkboard. That rural twang, that country speak, and yet this city boy loved it. He’d always known his mother to have a unique way of speaking, one he only heard when he was around her or her side of the family. Her voice was like a smooth country marmalade, sweet and scrumptious.

“Yup, dad got me all set up. It’s furnished and I’m good to wait things out until I find a job that’s the right fit for me.” He said as he followed behind his mother as she led him to her office, his eyes staring down at her plump, firm ass as she led a few steps ahead.

“Bulk up.” He answered her question without thinking twice. He’d been losing some muscle mass after his two-a-days had faded into the past. “I need to bulk up and get active again.” He said as her door closed and he pulled his t-shirt off, revealing his muscular chest that had just started to lose a little time. “I know losing muscle mass is a very slippery slope. I don’t want to fall off the cliff.”
 
"Damn right it is... losing muscle, I mean, ya know... slippin' slopes and all." Stacii would nod to herself as she looked around the organized clutter of the office space. "Get you eatin' right first, get you started with a few light exercise courses and you'll be pullin' tractors with ya teeth in no time." She chuckled and stood in front of her desk, occasionally bending over to grab a file or two.

Stacii began writing and scribbling the information necessary for the small interview she had to run everyone through, with a raise of her brow. "Alriiiight... Any felonies, sexual activity, and-slash-or allergies I should know about?" She'd eye him, before tossing a protein shake his way. Her pen stagnated over the paper covered clipboard with anticipation, waiting on his answers.
 
Jason laughed as his mother painted a picture of him in a field pulling a tractor by his teeth. “I don’t know if I want to go quite that far. Maybe pulling a truck but you know I’m not a tractor kind of guy.” He pleasantly joked as his mother fumbled around her cluttered office, bending over against it at times and showing off her magnificent ass.

Another small laugh escaped his lips as she tossed him a protein shake before starting her standard interview. He popped the top and chugged half of it in one gulp as he began answering. Felonies no. Sexual activity sadly no, but around you that might change.” He jokes with an eager yet playful wink before finishing his shake. “And no, no allergies.”
 
"Hmm... Well ya know, I did speak with that Kelly girl the other day. She asked about you, then again all those little hearts you broke in high school were askin' about ya too, son." She would smile and write in his answers, before filling out the rest on her own. She bounced slightly,the light music in the overhead speakers above them echoed through the empty room. Despite her very obvious farm-like country upbringing, the woman was partial to rock and hip-hop more than anything.

"Soo... we're all good. Finish that up, and I'll get ya started with some stretchin', kay?" She would hand him the penand clipboard, for him to sign his signature on the bottom and date it. Stacii would leave the office momentarily, before she returned with a couple of towels in hand, and, gave him one. The company's logo was tagged in the corner, a smiling young Jason and his parents on the lined stitching.
 
“Kelly and the other ones? Please, I need a challenge to get me interested. Those girls flock to me.” He said with a cocky smirk as as his mother handed him the clipboard to finish filling out, doing so by the time she returned with towels emblazoned with her logo on them. “I still can’t believe you made your logo us.” He said, shaking his head.

“Alright, let’s get to work. What are the towels for, do I need to strip down or something?” He joked as he stood there shirtless as he held his towel.
 
"Wha...? Gotta keep the business in the family. And the towels for sweatin' dummy. Pfft... hard to believe ya got my brains, boy." Stacii would shrug as she hefted the towel over her shoulder and gave his shirtless form a once over. She would smirk and eye the empty front, and point to the weight-room section. "All the stretchin' equipment is in there. Come on." She'd beckon him, and trot a bit to the 80s style rock that was banging from the ceiling.

Once they made their way inside, she inhaled with fervor and eyed the mirrored wall for a moment, hands on her waist as rotated her upper body a couple times and looked at Jason's reflection with a sight of confidence. "Lookin' just like your father... A shame you didn't get my cheekbones, but your daddy's got jaw for days." She'd admire the both of them a little more before clapping her hands. "Stretchin' weights, ankles and wrists. Let's go!"
 
Jason couldn’t help but smile as he watched his mother sway to the 80’s rock running through the speakers, that light sway gyrating her hips as they entered the weight room. She seemed like she an idea of how to start him out so he simply followed until given instructions. But before instructions came the praise. Praise of his jawline and features. “You know I got the very best of the two of you. Just be glad I’m not a chick. Then you’d have a real problem.” He jokes as he got in position.

As his mother instructed him to stretch he did as told, reaching for each wrist and each ankle while holding each motion before releasing. “Am I doing this right?” He asked as he kept it up, unsure if was doing the proper motions.
 
Stacii was mother first, but a benefit to fitness second. Primarily speaking the idea that she'd be training him again had the woman beaming with joy, regardless of the lowered intensity due to him not training for sports anymore. A chuckle escaped her as he began his stretches, and approached him with a shake of her head within the moments of him asking if he had been doing it right.

"Come on, son.. it's basic fundamentals. Don't tell me ya up and forgot how to stretch. Just like ridin' a bike, baby." She would stand beside him, and lean, her hand reaching for his forearms so he would feel the natural strain of his own weight against his body properly. A quick demonstration with hands-on, before she stood in front of him and did the same. "See? Here..." She voiced, and led the poses on her own volition, much of her muscled body still having kept the woman in form. "Gotta feel it all over ya body. Nothin' untouched." She breathed, and continued to show him.
 
Maybe it was his lack of sexual activity, maybe it was the fact that he’d had a thing for his mother for ages, but watching her stretch after chastising him for forgetting the fundamentals was starting to get him going. He made sure to watch every motion she made carefully before imitating her to a t as she turned the floor back over to him.

“You’re right, how could I ever forget something so basic?” He teased sarcastically. “If my own mother can do it then I sure as hell better be able to do it.” He said as he gave her a playful wink while properly holding a pose.
 
"Well, all is forgiven, but don't have me holdin' your hand the whole way through weightliftin' either... No matter what they say, yer momma cannot, but seen squattin' a grown ass man's weight without some kind of spotter watchin' me. Not like I could in my more formidable years, baby boy." She laughed a bit, and watched him stretch through the series without much of a hitch the second time around.

After a full ten minutes of warm up, Stacii made her way over to the weight racks. "Alright, gonna start with children steps. High reps, low weight, so ya know the drill. Grab those fifteens, Jason." She'd instruct, as she pulled and lifted off the ten-pound dumbells for herself. "Gonna start at the core, like always. Then work our way up." She'd get back into position, before setting into a squat, arms raised as she pushed the weights above her head, and stood back up slowly before repeating the process for him to follow. "Got it?"
 
All this talk of squatting was putting images in his young mind, images of what his mother must have had to have done to get such a perfect ass like she had. He had already gotten to the point where he felt no shame over much he listed for his mother, taking every opportunity he could to take her well-muscled, well-curved body.

He did as instructed and grabbed a pair of fifteen pound dumbbells before watching his mother do a few reps and then imitating her movements. “Like this, right?” He asked as he raised the weights above his head and squatting, repeating the motion multiple times before straining a bit. “Ah fuck...” He grumbled before sitting down. “That kinda gets at my knee.”
 
Stacii huffed in between the reps a little, more from the motion than anything else by the time she hear Jason's outburst and the sound of the dumbells hitting the floor caught her attention immediately. The feeling of worry washed over her, maternal instincts striking her mind as she put down her own bells quickly to bet at his side. "Still...? Oh, baby I'm sorry. Forgot your leg's still all shot up. Damn..." She would look at his leg with concern, before standing a bit over him. "Know what, I think I got somethin' for ya. Hold on, 'kay?"

She would rush out of the room, before returning after a minute or so with a light gel pack in her hands. "This here should help." She would put the pack onto a wrap, the stretchy fabric being extremely flexible despite its banded squeeze. She'd gently swath his joint with the band, and clipped it on with the pack against his knee, having created a form-fitting compress on the spot. "Honest mistake, son... promise I'll remember next time. Now ya just sit there a minute, I'll get everythin' squared away." She told him, before she went about putting the dumbbells up.
 
It was an honest mistake, one that he hadn’t even thought of before they started in with the dumbellls. His knee would extra attention possibly for the rest of his life. Luckily for him his mother knew what to do, excusing herself to make a compression wrap for it before returning to administer it. “I’m good, I’m good. Just gotta rest it here.” He insisted as she started cleaning up.

“Well that sure was a short first day, wasn’t it?” He joked as he remained seated, watching as his mother returned. “I can’t believe it gave out so easily. Say, think you might be able to rub at it a bit? I remember your fingers were like magic when I was first recovering.”
 
"Pfft... It ain't been but about an hour, son. Surprisin'ly though, I've had shorter sessions. You can't believe the appointments I get with people payin' mad money only to quit on me a half hour in." She would scoff lightly at his joke, as she hefted the dumbbells back into their racks as she walked back over. "Sure, son... anythin' for my little king." She'd sigh and dust off her hands as she knelt by his side.

"You know, you should probably look into gettin' a soft job, maybe you don't have to worry about bustin' your leg up anymore than you need." She would say aloud, as her hands began massaging his joint through the thin gelled fabric of the wrap. "Your father was talkin' about letting ya get in on his recruit scene. But... nepotisms and all, kinna makes it weird."
 
Jason watched as his mother made her way back over to him, kneeling down before working her hands against his wrapped knee. “Mmm, go under the pack.” He urged her, loving the feeling of her soft hands against his skin as his eyes glanced down to the cleavage that her sports bra presented him with.

“Yeah I don’t want to work for dad. You know we’ve really been on the same page with that sort of thing. But maybe if you were looking for someone to man the counter during your training sessions.” He said as he stretched out, holding his mother’s hip as she massaged his knee. “That could be a bit more agreeable to me.”
 
"Hmm... alright. But you're gonna have to work for the payroll. I don't want any slackers on my staff, ya hear me?" She asked, and worked her hands under the wrap, and felt on his joint with pressured grip in order to get a handle on his leg. She thought on it, and looked him over once more. "I would suggest male strippin', but... I don't know how I'd like my own flesh and blood shakin' his fine self for money." She laugehd, a mom joke on her part that was lost in translation, as many as hers were just odd compliments. "But the counter is fine. You'll be handlin' the money, memberships and appointments, all that jazz."
 
Jason was practically melting in his morher’s Grasp as she worked his knee like the professional she was. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea of himself stripping for money. “I don’t know, you could definitely pass for a stripper too, mom. We could make the greatest mother-son strip show the world has ever seen!” He teased as she went on about the role. “Yes, I understand what all it entails. I’m also hoping I can get paid under the table?”
 
"Pff.. as if. Hadn't shaken any ass of mine since your P.T.A mandatory dance. Way too busy to even think about it, anyways." She gave a rubttal of amusement as she kept on rubbing his joint until the muscle became relaxed and gave way to her presses and grabs.After she was finished, she retracted her hands and wiped her palms off on the towel she had on her. "I suppose I can't put you on payroll just yet. But I don't wanna hear nothin' about you becomin' destitute 'cause you couldn't afford to live." She warned him, and stood up to her feet. She gestured to the ground, and beckoned him to stand.

"That's it for today, son... We'll pick all this back up fresh tomorrow. Don't want you gettin' lazy on me." Stacii would say, as she helped Jazon to her feet with her express help, and looked around the room a bit. Everything was still primarily in their designated spots, and proved tobe nothing out of place. She'd nod, and inhaled sharply, before she made her way over to him. "Forgot to ask ya, about this trouble I hear about you wantin' to settle in and be and old, quiet joe..." She looked at him as she aided in his walk to the door and back out into the main room.
 
“Is that so? I’m surprised dance hasn’t worked it’s way into your workout by now, you’ve definitely got a dancer’s body.” He quipped as she finished up his knee. “You know I’m gonna be just fine. You don’t have to worry about me.” He said as she helped him to his feet, his knee feeling just fine as he stood up.

“Me, lazy? Please, I can be lazy when I’m in the ground.” He joked as she looked around, making sure the center was clean before getting at him about becoming recluse. “I mean I haven’t been getting out as much as I used to. But if the right woman were to want to go and grab a drink tonight I might be free.”
 
"I guess that there makes enough sense... Y'know I tried that 'Zumba' once, but it just made me feel stupid." She admitted, as she directed him to the outer room and towards the rounded desk. It had a comfortably looking leather chair, its wheels and rolling ability providing access to the window behind it that led to her office. Much like a receptionist desk, or a secretary's secret play space.

"I mean, I haven't been drinkin' for forever. Too much rowdiness involved. But, I guess I can have just one." Stacii would hum at Jason for a bit, and fixed his hair. She tousled his locks for a moment, and propped open the small fridge by his leg open to get out some water bottles. The same brand she trusted for so long, for its competitive campaign against even the leading juice companies around. She was old school in some aspects of her life far more than others. "Here you go, little king. Stay hydrated so you don't pass out from the fall." She joked, and twisted open the cap to her own.
 
Jason followed his mother as she directed him through the office, leaning against pieces of furniture as he waited on her to finish up. She had agreed to just one drink, that’s all he’d need to draw her into a night of fun. They could start with one, maybe have a few more, and up doing whatever the night would bring to them.

“One’s a good start.” He said as he accepted the water bottle. “But with a date like me I’ll warn you that it’s hard to stop. You’ll want to go the entire night.” He teased as he downed most of the water bottle. “And you stay hydrated so you don’t wake up with a hangover. I hear they get worse with age.”
 
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