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His Trainer, His Mother [King James x TGG]

“Oh you know I am. Me and just about every guy that’s ever seen you.” He teased as she cooed, giving his cock a few controlled strokes before moving to strip her clothes off. His mother’s muscular, perfectly toned form was naked in front of him as she joked about the heat before asking him if he would call top or bottom.

He pondered his options for a moment while slipping out of his boxers, leaving the mother and son both naked in his bed. “I want top first.” He said as he gave one of her supple breasts a squeeze, teasing the nipples before grabbing her ass once more. “Bend over and let your baby do the work.”
 
It didn't take much to coax the woman out of her clothes in this current state of hers, as she stared at Jason with a certain hunger that resulted in the time she had been ignored, along with the help of a few drinks and a libido that could rival even the strongest of nuns. She couldn't help but burst into a giggle fit at his words, even more so as he gave his order as to how things she go in the beginning. The physical teasing and grabbing was more than enough to convince her, as Stacii hummed and got into position on the bed. Her balance wasn't the best, which left her was a seismic variation of "face down, ass up".

"C-come, on then... I ain't got all night, baby..." Stacii laughed, her knees pressing into the bed as she pushed up from her shoulders to finally work herself into position, and looked over herself to get a good look at Jason's genitals. He was heavy and held plenty of girth in her hands, and she could only imagine in this brief moment what it would feel like inside of her. She'd bite her bottom lip in anticipation, hips swaying as she displayed her glistening mound to him. "Mount this here mare like the stud you are..."
 
Drunken Len not, his mother was still able to get into his desired position. Face down, ass up was one way to put it, the mother’s lusciously toned ass bent over and hitting out back towards him as her mound glistened with need. He gave her plump ass a hard slap, watching it jiggle quickly back into place as his other hand led his cock to her wet slit, rubbing the thick head up and down her lips to spread her lust.

“What do you mean you don’t have all night? We really do have all night. And I intend on using it.” He said before slowly pushing his cock inside of her, forcing inch by inch inside of her until his hips met her ass and he let out a lustful groan. “By the time I’m done with you we could make a thoroughbred.” He said as his hands held her hips as he began to slowly thrust, the sound of his hips clapping against her ass resonating through the room.
 
Stacii couldn't wait to get what was coming to her, feeling the man's hand against her ass stung in a pleasant way, her body shivering subconsciously with need by the time he decided to line himself up. She held in a breath as he plunged his way into her, the entry being nothing more than an experience in itself as she felt her walls open up to him. The woman let out a stifled, choked up moan, eyes wide and mouth agape as he bottomed out on the first real thrust.

She gripped the sheet under her, fingers curled and arms flexing from the misdirected thoughts of resistance by the time he began to get a rhythm going. She'd push her ass back against him in time with his penetration, as the flooding pleasure of their movements and lewd noises formed an echo in her mind. She ignored his words if only for a moment, toes curling from the thick shaft of his simply filling up every part of her vaginal passage and left no part of her untouched. Her spot was ground in the flesh of his length pressing against her walls, Stacii finally able to take in a breathing gasp as he started to thrust once more to the fullest. "F-f-fuuuuck yes...."
 
As his thrusts slowly picked up in pace he could feel his mother throwing her ass back at him in rhythm. They moved and acted as one, his cock filling the entirety of her vaginal canal as he stretched her to his size, feeling her pussy clamping down on him like a silken vice. There was no outside world to him at the moment, all that mattered was their combined pleasure.

“That’s right, moan for me, Stacii.” He said as he gave her ass a smack as he continued to pound into her perfect pussy. This was the first time he had ever called her by her first name and it felt so devious, yet oh so right. “Take that fucking cock, let me fill you up like no one else can.” He said as he continued thrusting into her as he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked, pulling her head back towards him as her back arched further, his cock hitting her at a new angle with each stroke.
 
The sudden shift in attitude she noticed was among the first things that started Stacii on the path to what she could only describe with moaning and half-breaths. She had gotten used to his size physically, but the mental strain of being completely filled over and over was something she couldn't overcome in any sense. He reminded her that he was there with each piston, and quivered from hearing her own name uttered by Jason.

The woman had attempted to slightly adjust herself by the time her hair was caught in his grip, her head tossed back and feeling her gaze meeting his from the new position her head was forced into. "F-f-fill... me." She'd shakily mutter as he stroked her insides with his thickness repeatedly, and before long she gasped and hollered from the waving ride of euphoria. Her body and mind started to panic slightly, hands grabbing at his thighs behind her as her eyes rolled back, and muscles quivered from the simple act of achieving orgasm, her wetness increasing.
 
Jason could sense the need in his mother’s body even through her drunken state. She had always been such a strong-willed individual, but it was clear that she was undersexed and that his cock held influence over her. He grinned as she stammered out for him to fill her, need and urgency in her voice until he felt her reach back for his thighs, her grip stronger than he’d ever felt as she moaned into an orgasm. Her pussy clamped down to milk him and her eyes rolled back as her whole body shook.

He continued thrusting into her until it seemed her orgasm had subsided. Without hesitation he then pulled his cock from her before rolling her to her back and resting her head against a pillow. He then climbed between her legs and pushed himself back inside, his cock throbbing inside of her as things took a more sensual turn. “That was so fucking hot.” He said before he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately as his thrusts picked up again.
 
The wave of overwhelming pleasure running through her very being was something that took over even her mental functions. Everything went blank, and she could feel the tide cause an overload as he kept going, inevitably sending her into a secondary flash of perpetual orgasm. "Oh-ohhh... fuck..." Stacii gasped aloud, though couldn't muster it any further than a low whisper as she was taken to the bed on her back. Her hands and eyes searched for purchase, though she found none as his words were muffled by her lack of sense and the slick shaft of his filled her up once again.

By the time Stacii would fully regain consciousness, he had already taken to ramming her in missionary, her wandering grasp eventually grabbing hold of his upper back. Her words and sentences were cut off by the sheer magnitude of the pounding she was receiving from her surprisingly natural son, back arching into his chest as she dug her nails in and spread her legs for him. She could feel another climax already on its way out, the forceful pressure in her loins causing her to expel her feminine fluids against his pelvis. "Ohmygawd!!" She shouted and trembled, having squirted onto him in an uncontrollable and embarrassing display of lewdness.
 
Jason had to take pride in what he was doing to his mother. He knew he was good in bed, he had made countless toes curl throughout college, but this was his time dealing with a true, seasoned woman. To know that he could do this to her only helped to feed his ego.

Even in missionary it seemed his mother couldn’t come back down to reality. She was on cloud nine, her mind unable to focus with his rhythmic thrusting filling her very being every second that passed. When he threw her into a second orgasm he knew he couldn’t last. Her pussy clamped down once more as her juices squirted onto his pelvis, provided more lubricant for her even tighter pussy. Only a few more thrusts and his eyes rolled back as his mind overwhelmed with pleasure. His thick, hot seed shot into her in seemingly never ending strands as he panted for air. It was nearly a minute later that she had drained his balls and he slowly pulled out of her, rolling onto his back, his thick cock coated in cum as he caught his breath. “God fucking god.” He said as he turned to her. “You’re fucking incredible...”
 
It took some time before the eventful moments of the sexy thrusting and mind-blowing climaxes had come to an end, but when it finally did, the lapse in Stacii's own judgment seemed to collapse as she felt the heat of Jason's semen paint her insides. The uncommonly warm feeling of her passage having been shot at was enough to keep the ride of her orgasm afloat, before the words of his started to fade in an register in her mind.

She laid there, covered in a light sweat and breathing for every ounce of air she could get into her lungs as she attempted to recover from the session she just felt like having run a marathon through. Her legs shook and the numbness of her sexually weakened body started to fade by increments, as she finally regained her full consciousness and slowly fell back into reality. "Ughh... that, felt... way too good." She'd drunkenly shift and prop herself up with her elbows, and stared at Jason's naked body with a lust in her eyes. "Th-that's it?"
 
Jason smiled as his mother spoke of how good their little fuck session had felt as she turned toward him, staring at his well-sculpted naked body. He let out a light chuckle when she studdered out “that’s it?” to him, questioning if they were through.

He reached out and gripped her ass again as he kissed her lips passionately, his cock still erect and eager for more action. “I only called top first, I never said I didn’t want to be on bottom. It sounds like it’s been a while—does this cowgirl still know a thing or two about riding?”
 
"Pff... do I still know? You... you don't know the meaning of the word 'ride'." Stacii would retort as she adjusted and grabbed hold of Jason in a passionate tumble. Despite her drunken state and physically relaxed body, she still had some strength to her. It didn't take long before he found himself on his back, and her hips straddling his abdomen by the time she stabilized herself.

"Get ready for the best buckin'.... you've ever had." She'd chuckle and grab hold of the base of his shaft, before she settled and planted a foot down. She'd lower her loins down onto his tip, the heat of his seed still present as the penetration was a lot smoother, the slick length gliding inside back into her tight passage. She knelt with a sigh and began bouncing softly, her palms against his chest as she gyrated every few motions, and continued to please the both of them for the best.
 
Jason loved seeing her so eager, so determined. He hadn’t seen this sort of bliss from his mother in ages. Who knew all it would take was a good fucking from her own son? “Oh I’m sure I don’t. I’ve only had those young girls ride me before, I’ve mever been treated to the pleasure of a woman like yourself.”

He watched with a low gaze in his eyes as she grabbed hold of his cock before slowly sinking her loins down onto him, her pussy slick but still tight for his girth. “I’m ready, mom. Don’t you dare hold back.” He urged her as she began to slowly bounce on his cock. He grabbed her ass with one hand and her breast with the other as she began, causing him to moan as she’s gyrated. “Come on now, cowgirl. I wanna see those titties bounce.”
 
"Tch... little bastard, you..." Stacii would huff as she kept going, and felt the thickness of his begin to work its magic once she built up a proper rhythm. Her legs were numb from the constant strain of sexual contact, but she didn't let it stop her as she pounded away at his manhood with her own form. Her breasts would indeed bounce, the full, natural mounds of hers feeling soft, yet solid in his hand as she rode him.

Soon enough, however, the sensations proved a bit too wild for the woman, and let out a breathe of exhaustion as she leaned forward and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips, shoulder meeting his in order to relieve herself of the tension built up in her groin. She'd move faster and faster for a moment or two, before the inevitable third count attacked her mind and body, climaxing on top of him with everything she had, though was determined to keep it going. It seemed as they went on, her constitution would prove weaker, her orgasms stringing in closer together as she went on. "G-god this feels soooo.... good." She'd moan and give his collarbone a nibble, her bucking hips and quivering thighs steady in her assault of spearing herself on his member.
 
For how complicated of a situation this was it felt oh so simple. His own mother was bouncing on his cock, causing both of them more sexual pleasure than either had felt in ages, maybe even ever. He would grin as her tits bounced in his hands, better than any he’d handled before as her walls clamped down on him in lust.

He moaned into the kiss she planted on his lips as she began to orgasm once more, her pussy spamming around him as she continued on, determined not to stop even as she orgasmed. “Make me cum, mom. Show me you can make a real man cum all on your own.” He urged her as he broke their kiss, taking a tighter hold on her ass as her hips bucked like wild until she had pushed him over the edge once more. Again he painted as his seed shot up inside of her, flooding her womb as his body went limp and fell back into the bed, his arms falling to his side as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. “Fffffuuuuuck...”
 
The exhausting marathon of sex had been one Stacii could only have drunken dreams about in part, the fantasy of her wildest concepts not having neared anything close to the experience she shared with her boy. Or rather, the man he had turned into. The feeling of being drained into was something she wouldn't have been able to put into words, let alone think about correctly as she ground against his length a bit more as he pumped on, some even spilling free and noisily splashing against their meeting pelvises.

"Damn that's good..." Stacii whispered, her hands massaging his chest with wringing fingers, the heat and sweat of their bodies being the only thing she could focus on for the few seconds of writhing around they endured. She waited for a time, before the afterglow had done its job and called for her to begin clean up. "O-okay.... this, little incident. D-don't tell your daddy... or your sister." She'd slide of off his dick, and make her way to the foot of the bed and off to the bathroom. It proved difficult, with her slight come-down on inebriation and inability to feel her legs.
 
Jason smirked as he finished emptying into his mother and she continued to fawn over how good the sex was, their juices combined spilling out into their pelvises as she lifted herself off of him before the guilt seemed to hit and she tried to begin damage control. Before he could say a word she was off to the bathroom.

He wasn’t going to leave her alone when the reality of what they had done was setting in. Drunk or not, he would have wanted this, and he hoped that she would too now that she’d seen what she’d been missing. He opened the door without hesitation, leaning against the bathroom door frame as he began to speak. “I won’t tell either of them, mom. But I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” He admitted, his thick cock beginning to hang between his legs as it softened. “There was so much more than sex and list there tonight. This isn’t something I can just experience once and move on. You deserve better.”
 
"I know I do, but... with him makin' what he does, I can't just walk away from this, whatever-you-call-it, but this ain't a marriage... But, if you really wanna keep bonin' your momma, God as weird as that sounds comin' out my mouth... Ugh, I guess we can make this work. Only for my little King." Stacii would sigh as she sat down on a towel-covered toilet, in order to catch all that would come gushing out of her. His words rung in her head, though she scoffed at the prospect, surmising that the idea of simply going through the divorce would definitely have an affect on Jason's younger sibling as much as to herself. "I guess, once she's decided what she wants to do in her life since graduation's this year... might just break it off and take what I can."

The slightly depressing conversation topic started to hit her, though she shook it off and clapped her hands against her thighs to bring herself back to reality. "So... I suppose you're gonna be wantin' to meet up with your baby sis tomorrow so we can all catch up. She damn near exploded in confetti when she heard you were back in town." Stacii explained, as she leaned forward and placed a chin in her hand as she waited for the inevitable draining of her vaginal passage, the slithering sensation of fluids doing to her what he had been up to for the past hour or so. "Should be headin' back home soon, I'm thinkin'." She would finish as she wiped off and stood up, ready to get her clothes back on and complete their encounter.
 
“I think that’s what would be best for everybody. He doesn’t deserve to be able to call you his wife. Stay for the moment, keep my little sister steady as we go through this, but I’ll be here every step of the way.” He assured her as he stood over her, his hand on her shoulder as she leaned her chin down into her hands as his cum slowly oozed out of her.

He smiled when she mentioned how his little sister had lit up when she found out he was home again. “Is that so? Maybe the three of us could do lunch tomorrow?” He suggested as his mother stood up, ready to get dressed and head on home. He stopped her, hands on her hips as he pressed a soft, slow kiss to her lips. “Don’t forget this night. Don’t just go back to him like everything’s the same. Things are changing, got it?” He asked her as he released her with another peck on the lips.
 
After the kissing had been handled and the clothes went back on, Stacii found herself at a loss for words. It rarely happened, but the time seemed pertinent to remain as such for practice. A call for a cab and a drunken slip of the home address saw Stacii home to her other family members, the seemingly long night of hastily preparing a late night delivery of food and passing out on the couch ended the woman's night on a relatively positive note.
 
Jason saw his mother out with another kiss as he sent her back home, home to that cheating bastard who’s betrayed her far before she had ever betrayed him. That knowledge of knowing his father had slept around three any guilt Jason would have had to the side as he lay back down in his bed, avoiding the spot where he and his mother had fucked seeing as it was drenched in their juices. He could deal with that the next day before he would go to see his baby sister.
 
Frankie Williams

She was the odd girl out most of the time, considering that everything came so easily to the up and coming fitness star to follow Stacii. Frankie, wasn't like any other girl in the town in which everyone just so happened to know everyone. Especially so with the news that flew around about her older brother coming in and having a blast with her mother. Seemed the days were becoming like the olden ones again, aside from the infidelities within the Williams household that didn't slip through anyone's fingers.

The young Franki had finished her breakfast as was ready to settle in over the weekend finally, without having to worry about her part-time position at the Studio with her mother was exponentially boring. She was only allowed in during the weekday mornings, so all of the good sessions were yet to be established by the time she had to hit the classes of hers within the town's Community College studies. The courses were bland, and the pay for tutoring was abysmal at best, but higher learning was upon her, or at least that's what her mother, Stacii kept pounding into her head.

As if on cue, did the man known only in the house as Richard finally take his leave, before waving goodbye to Franki and headed out the door to his job. Whichever one he tended to outside the house anyway. Stacii tended to the kitchen for a moment more as she cleaned up the dishes and set them in the rack off to the side, and walked up to the kitchen island that separated the ground between the two.

"That man... hate is an understatement." She shook her head, the southern drawl of hers echoing softly in the room as Frankie simply sat there, writing notes down on the pad she had in her lap. "Dunno why you put up with it, Ma... I mean, you do know you get half of all this, right?" She'd ask, a brow raised in a decided connection. She flinched a bit as Stacii pointed to her without even looking, the instinct of civil obedience kicking in as a word hadn't even been uttered. The pause was palpable.

"Still... your brother should be comin' by by now, sweetie, you sure you're okay here by yourself and all?" She'd ask, the keys of hers jingling as she got her things together. "I know it's Saturday and whatnot, so Imma let you slack off today since he'll be here. But don't let me catch you slippin' up on Monday. You got that test comin' up." She'd hurriedly step around the house, as she grabbed her purse as well.

"I got it, Ma... dang. Not like I'm going anywhere." Frankie would chuckle, though felt exasperatedly annoyed from the weird happiness she seemed to exude. "What got into you this morning?" She asked, just before Stacii made it to the door. She'd follow, and craned her neck as she slid along the tiled floor in her socks. It was a casually lazy morning for all of them, Frankie having not cared enough and simply wore a pair of boyshorts and a loose tank top. Often times she had been commented on about not wearing bras, to which her usual reply would end up circulating around the fact that she possessed no "boobage" to speak of.

"Uhh... just, feelin' good this mornin' baby. I feel, some changes gonna be made around here real soon, is all." Stacii smiled, and opened up the door to greet the ray of sunshine outside.
 
After his mother had left Jason had downed his 48 oz bottle of water, wanting to make sure he didn’t wake up the next morning with a hangover. That evening would change life as they knew it, he had not only fucked his mother, he made love to her. The connection they felt was deeper than anything she had ever had with his father. Once he had wound down he laid back in bed and slept more soundly than he had in ages.

The next morning he woke up rested and ready to kick this Saturday right in the ass. A quick shower and a change into a pair of dark gray lifting pants and a light gray tank top and he was ready to head out.

His parents’ neighborhood wasn’t too far, maybe a five minute drive. As Jason turned his electric blue Mustang into the neigborhood he drove right passed his father, not even acknowledging him. He parked in the driveway and passed his mother on her way out. “Good morning, beautiful.” He said to her as he leaned with his hand on her hip, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll see you later. Have a great day, mom.”

With his mother on her way out Jason stepped into the house through the front door before proceeding to the kitchen to find Franki at the dining room table jotting some notes down. “There’s my favorite little firecracker. Get your ass over here and give your brother some love!” He exclaimed, arms wide open for her.
 
There wasn't too much of a buffer in time as the surprising revelation of Stacii meeting Jason as she was leaving struck the woman with a sense of need almost immediately. It had been a long time since she felt anything remotely as close with his father, and the kiss from him early into the day was surely to set her on a course of unquestionable positive vibes. "Tch... figures you'd be early the one day I'm damn near late. Later baby, have a good day now." Stacii giggled as she jogged through the driveway and into her simple car. It wasn't anything special, only having been the replacement model of one she had owned previously.

Frankie sat inside, mulling over the academics of the week as she heard the door close though paid no real mind to her surroundings. She contemplated a break for the day finally, and thought about rotting her mind with some television just before she looked up and heard a vaguely familiar voice echo through the somewhat empty house. The girl's eyes lit up, and her smile was plastered from ear to ear as she shrieked in joy, and was unable to contain herself as she hopped up from the seat and made her way over to hug Jason. "Ohmygod-ohmygod-ohymygod!!!" She'd nearly burst into tears from the excitement, hopping a little in his embrace.

"Let me get a look at you!" She'd say and break the hug for only a moment, all five feet of her looking up at her older sibling with a happiness she could only think to describe as 'borderline sexy'. "Ugh, it's soo weird we're, like, only a few years apart but you've already grown like an old dude." She'd tease him, and pivoted on her socked heel and slid carefully over the shining tile as she made her way to the living room and sat down. Frankie patted the cushion next to her, excited to hear anything and everything about his absence, and return with stories of her own in kind. Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it now.
 
Jason couldn’t help but smile when he saw Frankie’s reaction the moment she realized her big brother was home. Her eyes lit up and she practically jumped from her seat as she lunges into his arms. He felt her toned body against his, his arms closing around her with hand on the small of her back and the other on her hip, gripping at the side of her plump, toned rear.

He spread his arms out as she backed away and asked for a look at him, the entire family took fitness seriously and they both looked quite remarkable. As she eyed him he eyed her, most notably her luscious thighs and plump rear covered by nothing but a pair of boyshorts. He chuckled as she told him he had grown like an old dude. “Well you’ve grown just about every direction but up. Of course that’s a good thing. I mean wow.” He said as he gave her read a playful slap. After the previous night he felt so much more open. Surely his sister would have as open a mind as their mother.

As she took her spot on the couch he sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her and placing his hand on her hip as he pulled her close. “So you’re not the only one in the family employed by mom now.”
 
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