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His Trainer, His Mother [King James x TGG]

"Of course they get worse with age... That's tellin' you to stop tryin' to be young when you're not." Stacii would offer in rebuttal as she watched her son guzzle the water down. She looked around as the studio had been dead for over an hour, with the last class having been finalized by the time he showed up. It didn't take too much effort for her to lose herself in thought, and before long,she mulled over his words about drinking a bit more. "Eh, guess I could go out tonight. Be like old times, you an' your momma tearin' up the town. Except there ain't no cotton candy this time, boy." She chuckled, and backtracked from the office space and over to the front doors of the studio. She went about the shutting down process with no effort at all, having done it too many times to count it out properly, and soon enough she pulled the gate down to seal up the studio. With a huff, she dusted her hands and walked over to the wall beside, and grabbed the "closed" sign to put it in front of the window.

"Alrighty then... early night? I got a change of clothes in back, so just wait in the truck and I'll get back at you. Key's in the office on the cork-board." Stacii told him, as she jaunted over and sung along with the echoing music above and made her way to the locker rooms to shower off and get ready.
 
Jason was glad to hear his mother was actually willing to go out with him for not just one drink. She had agreed to lift the limit, and if he had his way they’d end up back at his place which was much closer to the bar district than his mother’s home. But that would all come with time. For now it was time to prepare for the evening.

“I’ll get the truck ready after I wash off. I think being employed here means I get shower access, right?” He teased as he went back to the showers with her, turning left for the men’s as she turned right for women’s. He was quick to wash off before changing into a tight fitting green v-neck and a pair of jeans. Once ready he grabbed the keys and went out to get the truck ready as he waited for his mother.
 
The showers were modern enough to accommodate the needs of many different people, from scolding rain to icy pelting water causing a shiver down anyone's spine. Stacii, liked hers with a heat to it, the steamy kind that allowed the relaxation, with the cold to wash it away. The very thought of those kinds existing wasn't too far away from the realization of matter, so much that the funding of the studio allowed it to be. She chuckled to herself as she thought over Jason's words, and finished up her clean-up in time to dry off, get dressed, and close up the studio in her attire of choice.

A classy cropped jacket, with her tank top and over-shirt with a familiar 80s rock band logo plastered on and aged with time. She sauntered to his truck with a base of leggings, shimmering a little in the evening light, as she kept up her usual athletic mindset with a pair of running shoes. It wasn't too much work getting inside the thing as she opened the door and hopped in, before bouncing a little in the seat. "Alriiiight... let's go clubbin', son. First round's on me."
 
Jason smirked as he saw his mother approaching the truck, her casual yet sexy getup was down to earth but showed off her athletic physique so well. “Damn, I’ve got a hot date tonight!” He teased as she climbed into the cab with a light bounce as she took a seat. “Next stop the watering hole!” He exclaimed before pulling out of the back and onto the road.

A few minutes passed and they had arrived, parking in the heart of the bar district as he helped her out of the truck before leading her to a nearby bar, the sound of some catchy, danceable music playing inside. “First round on you?” He teased as he led her to the bar so they could order, his hand firmly on the small of her back.
 
"You know it, son. First round..." Stacii would gleefully enjoying the first pump of atmosphere that hit the woman as she made her way to the bar. With her purse in order and the idea that drinking with someone she knew was a bit stable to be around. "Let's start off wiiiith... two Cherry Bombs, barkeep. Gon' get a bit wired for the rest of the drinkin'." She would put her fingers up to the bartender to get his attention. He gave her a nod and a smiling wink for the general foresight. She gave a nod back, before focusing back on Jason.

"Your father put me on to these damned things, they're damn good too..." She admitted, and gave his shoulder a quick tap before the man brought the shot glasses over. The liquid bubbled lightly, and before long she downed the drink quickly. "Whoo!" She would shout at the chemical burn of the shot, and cheered a little.
 
Jason smirked as his mother ordered a round of cherry bombs for the two of them, explaining that his father had turned her into them in the past. If she was going for something like this then she really was down for an exciting night! As she threw her shot back he did the same, smiling as he set his glass down in front of him. “Oh that is a good way to start the night.”

He then turned to the bartender as he placed his hand on his mother’s lower back, rubbing slightly as he ordered the next round. “Two jaeger bombs, please.” He said before turning back to his mother. “You set the bar high, let’s raise it a bit more, shall we?”
 
"Hmm... don't try to kill me now!" She'd joke, as she wiped her lips from any remaining drink on her mouth by the time the bartender came through to drop off the shots Jason ordered. She paid the man his money and even left a few for the tip, before she grabbed hold of the odd looking drink in front of her. She stared at it for just a moment, almost having forgotten the process of how to assemble it, but it came back to her in the moment.

"Down the hatch, baby...!" Stacii shouted as she dropped the smaller glass into the larger one, and downed the drink as quickly as she could. Before long she set the glass back down on the counter, and cheered a bit louder from the act of finishing it before he could have. The encouragement she received from the people standing and sitting around them was all she needed to keep standing, unable to tell that the alcohol would start to creep in. "Hm, lets go with something a bit sweet this time. 'Tender... two chocolate cakes!" She put up her fingers, smiling from ear-to-ear.
 
The mixture of alcohol and energy drinks seemed to be getting to his mother rather quickly, her voice and cheers growing louder as those around them cheered them on as they took their shots. After downing his drink Jason paid cash and tip as his mother ordered their next round—he’d never had a chocolate cake shot.

“I never knew you could hang. I always thought you’d be a light weight.” Jason told his mother as they waited on their next round, his hand still low on her slender, toned back. “But you’ve always been one to pleasantly surprise me, haven’t you?”
 
"Yup! You know it, little king. Jason's parents used to know how to hang, we weren't some prude, boy!" She laughed, as the bartender brought them their glasses. She took the moment to go through the process of using it, explaining the drink first, bite second routine that even a lot of enthusiasts mess up. She downed her drink quickly, and bit on the fruit slice with a sense of wonder, humming and chewing on it with a slightly buzzed zeal. It was then did she begin to feel the alcohol start to wander through her mind, inhibitions and thoughts becoming mellowed out by the drinks.

"It's really good to see you home, son. I've missed you, you know. H-how come you never thought to until now?" She asked, genuinely curious, as she flagged down the bartender again, the already anxious man seeing that his money was rolling in quickly. "Keep it simple... two, err, some liquor to sip on, young'in." She'd point to the tap levers beside the console, and patted the counter with her dollars.
 
“Well now I know where I get my partying instinct from.” He teases before listening as his mother explained the shot, watching her take hers first before attempting it himself. He waited a second too long before biting the fruit and ended up coughing a bit but still finished it off without too much hassle.

“It’s good to be home. Honestly, I just needed some time away. Mostly to prove to myself that I could make it on my own.” He said as he moved his hand about her back, using his nails lightly to scratch. “But I never stopped loving you. Just needed to prove to myself. Now I accept that life isn’t only easier with you, it’s so much better too.” He admitted as she ordered more for them. “Jack and coke, please.” He told the bartender, not wanting straight tap liquor.
 
"Well, so long as you know that, can't fault ya for spreadin' your wings." She'd hum and canted her head to the side, bracing it against his shoulder as she rubbed on his back a little. Since the absence was felt, and the time she spent making up for lost time, there wasn't a doubt in her head that he was where he needed to belong; alongside her. It took some time before the bartender returned, as the place started to fill in a bit more, which meant more patrons and classical stories to be told.

That was, until a man came up, looking oddly sharply dressed yet casual at once. He had seen Stacii and Jason, though paid the young man no mind as he approached from her other side and breached her shoulder with his chest. "Well, howdy there Stace... Haven't seen you here in a while." The rugged man would comment, before finally giving Jason acknowledgement. "Oh! Hey, Chad! Chad, this is my son, Jason... comin' back home from sportin' and workin' in the Downtown areas." She explained and introduced the both of them, as the bartender handed them their drinks.
 
Jason had been enjoying the evening chatting, drinking, and bonding with his mother until the well-dressed stranger made his appearance. There was something about this guy he didn’t like, other than the fact that he had interrupted him and his mother. He just couldn’t place it.

“Well hello there, Chad. Yup, just enjoying a night with my mother after moving back to town. She sure does know how to drink.” He said, complimenting her as he pat her back once more. “So how do you two know each other?” He asked, wondering just who this man was.
 
"Oh, welllll.. You know that building over there by your place? The, err.. cinema shack thing. Chad owns it." Stacii would haphazardly explain as she sipped on her drink, and eye the both of them for a moment. "But, it's not that simple. I own the lot there, but, not much else. Real estate and all that." The man continued on for her, as he gestured to the small poster of his on the bar wall next to the bottles. "Own this spot, too." He pointed out.

"Yeah... the man's good with numbers." Stacii chimed back in after a delayed second, the drunken feeling causing her to reel a little as she smiled and used Jason's shoulder to brace her stance, and stabilize. "Guess I'm not as good at holdin' ma own as I used to be, hmmm..." Stacii admitted, as she only made it halfway through her glass before the buzz started to calm her into a physical impariment. "Oh, well if you two need a ride, I can offer up one of the cab's here." Chad would chime in, though kept his eyes on Stacii the whole time he spoke.
 
Jason nodded as his mother informed him that Chad owned the cinema before he went on to claim the bar they were in as well. “Real estate, huh? That was always something that interested me in school. Might have to learn a thing or two from ya sometime. When we’re all sober of course.” He jokes with a laugh, trying to lighten up a bit.

As they continued on it seemed the alcohol was getting to his mother rather quickly as she finished half her drink before Chad offered a cab for them. “Actually I think that might be a good idea. Can’t keep mother out too late on her first night back in the bar scene.” He jones as he rubbed her shoulder. “Whaddya say, sober up at my place? We can do more of that ‘catching up’ that you seem to love so much.”
 
"S'fine.. with me. Let's get a cabbie, get some windin' down time with my boy." Stacii would respond in kind to Jason's words, a hand rubbing on his chest as she hummed into his shoulder for the moment. She was swimming in liquor and she could feel it, though nothing compared to the euphoria of finally getting back out and having some drinks for the first time in a long time. Chad nodded as he walked off to the other side of the bar, where the phone was located, in order to get some service provided for the ride home.

It didn't take much longer before he returned, a grin on his face as he patted the both of them on their backs. "Taxi'll be here in about ten minutes. Best you walk out to greet the man, lest he stay here all night trying to find out which drunks to take home." He'd laugh, and gesture to the side door that led to the parking lot. Stacii would take Jason's hand and stumble from the bar, a mild smile on her face as she forced her way through the crowds and out to the brisk night air. It woke her up softly, and gave her a sense of fresh breath that allowed a clear thought to come through. "Ahhh... that's soooo much better."
 
“Thanks, Chad. I’ll make sure she gets home safe. I feel a little role reversal here.” He jokes of having to help his intoxicated mother out rather than vice versa. Jason and his mother made their way out the side door of the bar and found the cabbie pulling up less than a minute later. “We can open the windows at my place to get some fresh air.” He told her as he helped her into the back of the cab, giving the cabbie the address before sliding in beside her.

The ride was only a few minutes before they arrived at his apartment, a small townhome with a nice view of the city. “Alright, end of the line.” He said with a smirk as he helped his mother out, handing the cabbie some cash for a tip before leading her up the stairs and into his home. Most of the walls were bare since he was still new in the apartment but his furniture did give it a little personality. “Get comfortable, I’m gonna grab us some water to fight tomorrow’s hangover. We could turn a movie on if you wanted?”
 
The trip was a bit of a blur to Stacii as she was guided to Jason's home with the intent of staying the night. She perused the sights of the drunken state she found herself in as they went about getting driven to being checked, the pathways and stairs being long gone by teh time she found the young man's room. "Movie... that sounds dynamite, baby... I'll pick us somethin' worth watchin' don't worry." She'd comment, and kick off her shoes as she traversed his room a bit.

In the time it took him to get the water and returned, Stacii had stripped off her jacket and over-shirt, simply splayed on the foot of the bed in frustration as she stared at the black screen of the TV. "I don't understand, son... the, the stupid wall don't have a DVD player..." She'd gesture to the entertainment center at the wall, squinting through the confusion. It was moments like this where her age showed, unaware of the new technological advances known as streaming services and downloading movies to watch instead. She laid down with a huff, her arm and hand outstretched to him for her water.
 
Though intoxicated it didn’t seem that his mother had a hard time finding her way to his bed, splaying out at the foot after removing her jacket and overshurt. This left her with very little to cover her top half, and her pants form-fitting to show off her well-toned ass as she lay at the foot of his bed. “You’re hilarious, mom.” He said as he grabbed the controller to his Xbox One and turned it on before handing her the controller. “Go to Netflix once it turns on and find us something.”

From there he excused himself to the bathroom, leaving to change. He neglected to recall that the last thing he had done on his Xbox that morning was watch porn, so when the screen opened to what he was doing last the scene of a MILFy looking woman being fucked doggy style by a much younger man came on-screen. The volume was low so he couldn’t hear it until he had already stripped out of his shirt and down to his shorts as he walked back out. “Oh shit, fuck. God, I forgot. Sorry mom.” He said as he reached for the controller.
 
Stacii wasn't one for knowing everything about everything when it came to technology, and felt the shock hit her once her son came and gave her the controller to the box underneath his TV. She stared at it for a moment, before blinking at the screen that turned on. "Mmmkay..." She watched the colors fly by and stagnate for a moment before the porn suddenly arrived. The light on the black box in front of her flashed by the time he came back into the room, and took the controller from her.

She stood up slowly from the bed, eyes on the scene on-screen before she said anything. "Got a thing for blondes, huh? I can see that." She'd laugh aloud and sit back down on the bed, and laid back onto the sheets for stability. "Your daddy was the same way... up until he met that little tramp down in the fuckin' gun range... showin' her attention and stayin' with her ass all night." She'd say, before adjusting and shifting onto her stomach for the support in her elbows. "Put on a movie already..." She hummed, and pulled of her-hair tie to let her golden locks down.
 
Jason stood there with the controller in hand before finally pausing the scene as his mother spoke, calling him out on his love of blondes before revealing that his father had been cheating. “I do, can’t help but love a nice busty blonde.” He said before the bit about his father sunk in. “Wait, what the fuck? Dad’s cheating on you? That piece of fucking shit...” he said before she reiterated her desire for a movie as she put her hair down and shifting to her stomach.

He flipped through and turned on the newest Marvel movie to hit Netflix, feeling like neither one of them would be paying much attention and that their focus would be elsewhere. He then removed his shorts to leave him in just a pair of boxers with his thickening bulge in plain sight. “Hope you don’t mind, can’t sleep in anything but boxers.” He said as he climbed into bed beside her, moving to his stomach before wrapping his arm around her as the movie began.
 
She stretched out on the bed as he explained himself for the moment, though simply chuckled at the prospect of Jason calling his own father "shit". It struck a chord with her to be speaking out of line, though the inebriation helped loosen her tongue. The movie wasn't too much of an issue, nostalgia of watching old superhero films and cartoons running through her mind as she eyed the screen.

Stacii closed her eyes once Jason got down to his underwear and got on the bed. A simple hum emanated from her as he hugged her body. "This is nice, son..." She'd slur, hand tousling his hair as she adjusted her position to her side, facing him slightly with a smile. "Glad we did this." A soft giggle escaped her, and gave him a brief kiss on the cheek, which more or less came out to be a mere smash of her lips against his face.
 
As his mother turned to her side and touseled his hair Jason couldn’t help but glance down at his mother’s cleavage as she smashed her lips against his face, her words slurred and her mind foggy. “I am too, mom.” He said as his hand moved to grab her hip, staring into her eyes longingly as he disregarded the movie. “But there’s still so much we could do, and much of the evening left to enjoy.”

With this he began slowly massaging her hip, his hand grazing her toned ass as he continued this sensual demonstration as a fight scene broke out on the tv. “You aren’t gonna pass out on me now, are you mom? Wouldn’t you want an opportunity to get back at dad? There’s one laying right in front of you.” He said as he gave her luscious tear a firm, strong grasp.
 
"Mmm... I guess it can't be helped though. Feelin' a little tired, is all. I'm still awake." Stacii would say to him as he gave her ass a squeeze. She was far too liberated in her head to simply try and give him a right-minded scolding, since his warm hand on her backside sparked something in her as well as his words. She looked back at him and felt her thoughts become fogged, a hesitation in her mind as she skipped over the humanity of it all. He was her son, after all, and there were limitations that she could only understand whilst sober. In Jason's case, the near Adonis-like male was a golden boy in her thoughts, drunk or otherwise.

Stacii would give him another face-kiss as a result, as her hand simply grazed and rubbed against his chest, clutching at his muscle as she did so. Soon enough her traveling palm would place itself firmly against his crotch, fingers pulling at the waistband of his boxer and slipping inside to grasp his manhood. She'd let out another hum of approval, the weight of his shaft against her hand being more than expected. Were it not for the river of alcohol flowing through her, she'd think herself insane, but only let out a chuckle and sigh as she breathed it all in.
 
Not only had his mother not protested his hand’s form grip on her ass, he quickly found her grabbing at his muscular chest. Her hand would explore his body on the way down to tug at his boxers, slipping her hand underneath the waistband to grab at his thick, uncut nine inch manhood. “Mmm, you like that? The way it feels in your hand?” He teased as he felt her firmly grasping his manhood.

As she held his cock he moved his hand to curl down from her between her legs, slipping inside her panties to push two fingers firmly against her moistening lips. “You must be enjoying yourself. I’m glad we’re both having a good night.” He teased as he rubbed her swollen clit before pushing his fingers firmly inside of her slit, slowly pumping them.
 
Stacii let out a gasp as she felt Jason's hand reach up and behind her clothing, the tight fabric of her pants keeping his warm hand close on her ass as he press inside her. She let out a shocked, yet lazily accepting gasp and smiled at him with an inebriated chuckle. "Just dyin' to get at me, huh, boy?" She'd coo, and give back in return as she began stroking his shaft with control.

Her own pleasure was called into question, as the registration of her body's needs being somewhat touched upon having distracted her from the things she was currently doing. She'd eventually adjust herself, though a bit shaky from the sudden drunken movements of hers causing herself to catch up, did she begin peeling off her leggings and panties in the process, before the inevitable of stripping off her top come to fruition. "Mmm... there we go. Was gettin' way too hot in here..." She'd say with half-lidded eyes, and tossed her clothes to the floor, her nude form flexing weakly as she moved about, and eyed Jason. "Soooo... you call top, or bottom?" She asked, a hand on his shoulder.
 
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