Tick Tock Your Mom's a Thot - Chapter 1 (+ important announcement) (Patreon)

[Hi trixters, so, it's been a while since I last logged on, there's a very good explanation for that which is explained in my most recent AO3 post here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54532759 but the gist of it is that for certain logistical reasons relating to the fact that I live in a shitty third world country with horrible infrastructure, my consistent access to internet has been kind of shot and it looks like it might be that way for a while, so sorry to anyone who has booked a commission with me and is looking forward to more content from me in the future, but I will be doing my best to make sure that once I have consistent access again, I will make sure I come out with two to three pieces I have been planning for quite a while now at once, and I will also try and release my first batch of captions as well as soon as I'm ready. Thank you to all the people who have contributed to my recent surge of followers and to the ones who have been with me from day one, I am so sorry to disappoint you, but I promise that I will do my very best to meet your depraved desires as best as I can. Until then, I hope this story, though it is far from my best work, will tide you guys over.]

Ian Riley was a prideful man.

And why shouldn’t he be? He was a Riley, for God’s sake! They’re family was one of legendary fortune for centuries upon centuries! Hailing from the deep reaches of the south, in a time when grit and glory meant something to this country instead of all the foul degeneracy that seemed to be cropping up more and more with the younger generation he desperately tried to protect his sixteen year old son, Jason from.

It appalled him to see the sheer moral decay that was taking hold over the youth today. Young men spending hours upon hours on instagram watching young girls shaking their round, perky breasts and overdeveloped teen asses for the camera, TikTok videos tailor made to entice the hearts of men to throw money at them on Onlyfans in exchange for sexual gratification (a practice that Ian was in no way familiar with, mind you! Such a noble man of temperance and self control would never engage in such disgusting practices!). Worse still than that, it seemed the men and women that would come to mold society in days to come saw fit to take on the behaviors of those awful, thuggish, criminals he saw more and more of sprouting about in his neighborhood by the year! Listening to crass hip hop songs and wearing their abhorrent fashion while speaking in that debased English patois of unintelligible slang and obscenities.

It was an abomination! An insult to the hard work of the forefathers who built this country into the greatest place on earth! A real patriot like Ian? A pureblooded American with red white and blue running through his veins? He’d never let his son be exposed to that kind of lifestyle, Jason was going to grow up like a goddamn man, and not some simpering woke sissy bending the knee to his inferiors and begging for forgiveness for his ancestry of pride and power!

Ian was obsessed with making sure his son had the right role models, and were better to find them than in the history of the prestigious Riley family itself? He had hung along the walls of the house portrait after portrait of their ancestors in acknowledgment of their accomplishments, there was great uncle Anthony, a moustachioed man of hearty southern vigor who single handedly built one of the most long standing cattle ranches in the country, his grandfather Andrew, a real estate tycoon whose mountains of wealth were only matched by the height of the towering Manhattan Skyscrapers he owned and leased out in spades…

And then there was him. Ian liked to fancy himself as an entrepreneur, a pioneer of the financial world who would reinvigorate the Riley family from their stagnant position into new heights of wealth and fame beyond anything their forefathers could imagine. He just…hadn’t done that yet, sure, maybe he’d spent the past 30 years of his adult life working for a stock trading company by virtue of his father’s name, where he slacked off and spent his days “networking” with “potential customers” at strip clubs and seedy bars, getting blazed out of his mind at every opportunity he had while reaping a generous salary every year which he eagerly displayed to his subordinates as they scrounged for pennies to make ends meet.

And for a while, that was all life was for him. Working hard on putting his feet up and barking orders at the lowly inferiors working in his office by day and partying the night away when the sun went down, coasting off his father’s wealth completely unaware of just how despised he was by his peers.

And it was absolutely fucking awesome!

Seriously, how couldn’t it be? He was getting a paycheck to do goddamn nothing but sitting on his ass all day and having dozens upon dozens of hot-bodied young bitches around him the moment he told them about his high paying wall-street job. When his father died, the money from his inheritance just kept rolling in even more, his bad habits got worse, he came into work like a blithering drunk not even trying to pretend he was doing anything worth the salary he was being paid for, he was being a nuisance to his coworkers, and especially the women, and bit by bit, incident by incident, he built up more and more resentment until the company’s CEO was downright kicking the bastard out like the liability he was.

…Well, screw that place! And screw the whole goddamn finance industry! All those old fossils (who were only about two or three years older than Ian at the most) would rue the day they kicked him out. He was smarter, better and more resourceful than every last worker bee in that building stitched together! A real innovator shouldn’t be cooped up in some office slaving away for the man, nay, he’d be the one calling the shots, setting the stage, building his own legacy as Riley men always did and showing that he was the goddamn man.

Sure, it might have taken a few weeks of lying to his family while spending his days keeled over at a nearby bar somewhere he had no chance of being found in order to enter his “thinking place”, but once he finally set upon his plan and had things rolling into motion, he could see clearly just how amazing his grand vision for the future of their family would be, and he would proudly announce it to his wife and son with a beaming smile over dinner that very day.

“Avery, Jason, I quit my job and I’m going into cryptocurrency. That old job of mine wasn’t working for me…it wasn’t big enough for me. I’ve got investments in a new coin, it’s untested, but this is the future. We’re gonna make so much fucking cash you couldn’t even fit all of it in this house.” He proudly asserted, standing up to assert himself as much as he could with his squat body, thinning hair and scruffy beard that poorly hid his fat, puffy chin and cheeks from view. Clearly expecting immediate applause for his ingenious ideas, completely unaware of just how crazy he sounded.

Jason coughed on his collar greens and looked like he was about to choke, the sea green eyes his mother had passed onto him as wide as saucers while he hacked and heaved with shock and horror, thumping his pale fist against his chest and slowly swallowing down his food to free up his choked airways.

“Sorry, Dad…you’re doing what?” He asked, still unsure of if he’d actually heard what he thought he did, or if his often daydreaming mind had once again played an elegant ruse on him. No matter how ignorant his father could be, there was no way the old man had really gone as insane as he was acting right now.

“Oh, I think it’s a wonderful idea son! I mean, all this electro-finance stuff is revolutionary, isn’t it? I think your father’s quite a smart man for making that investment, just like always!” Avery, his mother, beamed joyfully with her hands clapped together and her puffy, glossy lips plump and glistening in a cheery expression of unquestioning support. Most mothers would have had the good sense to advise their husband on a decision as risky as what Ian was suggesting, but in all honesty, the young man wasn’t quite surprised that she was so on board with this idea. The infamous stories of her naivete and abundantly kind, overly trusting, downright childlike tendencies had reached far and wide throughout their social circle at this point, so much so that it earned her the moniker “Airhead Avery”...one that Jason’s bullies would constantly use to mock at him at every opportunity they had, his shame at their childish digs at his mother made all the more painful by the fact that most of them were probably somewhat true…the woman had almost gone crazy trying to figure out how to fit an oven inside of a microwave when she first tried to use their microwave oven, Jason thanked whatever God there may have been in the world that she didn’t end up making another, much more dangerous mistake.

Avery’s dimness, despite how relentlessly it was mocked by his peers, was far from the major highlight when it came to ways she was used by his tormentors to poke fun at poor Jared, and the source of that never-ending mockery…or rather sources were proudly apparent on her chest as she clapped and jiggled away in her seat. Avery, or rather, “Airbags Avery”, as the worst of his bullies often liked to call her, was an absolute MILKTRUCK PERSONIFIED!

Even at the ripe age of 36, Jason’s mom bore a wonderfully fat, firm, mega-soft pair of overripe milk-tanks that easily dwarfed her head in only a single tit! (and definitely outdid the size of the brain held inside of said head), to say Avery had the body of a pornstar would be an understatement, given how much time the young man spent scouring through the raunchiest corners of the internet, it was all too clear to him that the heaving hills of ivory boobmeat that constantly quaked and wobbled with his mother’s every movement were far from anything that even the most genetically blessed, surgically enhanced plastic bimbodolls shaking their colossal cow-tits on camera could achieve.

At their size, it would have been a wonder how most women even managed to stand without outright keeling over from the heft of her titanic titties, but Avery bore a natural grace to her every step, standing at a statuesque 5’10 height with long, juicy thighs every bit as thick and creamy as her fat fuck-globes, only they didn’t just jiggle with marshmallowy soft fat, but also packed with surprisingly strong, wiry muscle fibers that trailed up to her back, core, and tightly cinched waist. The exaggerated hourglass figure granted by her ultra-wide hips was only further accentuated by her fit body and lean midriff, her flaming red hair constantly done up in bouncy curls that made her look like Jessica Rabbit come to life, honestly, sometimes even Jason caught his eyes wandering towards her in ways unbefitting of a son looking at his mother…

But the sobering reality of how easily led astray she was by his father’s insane money making schemes stamped away most of those thoughts and replaced them with a protective desire to ensure he could keep her from being taken advantage of. His instincts kicking in once again as, despite his usually shy and unconfident demeanor to oppose his father’s ridiculous announcement.

“Dad, look, I know you’ve always wanted to get into your own business, but this is kind of…i-it’s crazy, right? I mean, how do you even know that this is secure or anything, like, are you sure this is even going to make a profit? How much did you even invest into this?” Jason questioned, showing much more forethought than his father ever had in his decision making, which was no surprise considering the young man’s cautious nature, both his greatest strength and his worst weakness.

“Geez son, have some goddamn faith will you? This thing is super legit, I mean, even Jerry Lee recommended it, and he’s a huge financial guru.”

“Ooo, he is! I see his videos on Tic Tac all the time honey bun! Are you sure this isn’t just you worrying too much like always? If an expert says it, it must be true!” Avery remarked, clearly already forgetful of the incident where she lathered glue on her hair under the advice of a self proclaimed “expert hairdresser”.

“Mom..it’s TikTok, and Jerry Lee isn’t exactly a trustworthy financial advisor…I-I just…I don’t think-”

“Blah blah blah, you stutter too much son. Maybe if you started speaking a bit more confidently and got some meat on your bones you’d have a girlfriend by now. Not to matter, cause all that’s gonna be solved when we’re richer than those goddamn towelhead desert princes in Dubai, now eat up already, a young man needs his nutrients after all.” His father chastised him, immediately making Jason grumble at one of Ian’s many jabs at his lean, lanky frame, his body like a twiggy beanpole figure standing high, thin and bearing none of the natural athleticism and muscular power his mother’s genes might have had, Ian’s unkempt facial hair wasn’t flattering in the slightest, but even Jason thought it was a leg up over the seemingly permanent case of pale, porcelain babyface he had to deal with, made that much worse by his ginger hair and freckled cheeks.

Despite his skepticism, it was all too clear that nothing could convince his parents otherwise. So again, as he always did, Jason opted to hold his tongue as dinner went along, the family totally unaware of the spiral of chaos that they would be set upon by this one day…

—

Jason had no idea of the horrible news that awaited him the next week, and why would he, really? He was a young man with all the trials and tribulations of your typical white suburban high-school student, with your typical problems of an upper middle class seventeen year old. Keeping up with school, trying to make friends, struggling through the uncomfortable and frankly gross trials of puberty, and of course…

“Ay, what’s up Jace? Where’s your momma at? Did her tits weigh her down on her way to come pick you up? Maybe I should carry em for her if they’re so damn heavy.” A gratingly deep, obnoxious voice chuckled from behind the bench Jason was perched on, reminding him of the final, and most unfortunate issue of his high school life that followed him like a lingering cloud of filth on an unwashed animal.

Bullies. Specifically, the trio of ebon-skinned brutes that had performed every manner of torture on him short of what could land them in a jail cell rather than getting a talking to from their barely alive principle and shut up in detention for a few hours. From his miserable freshman year to his equally unbearable senior year, they were there to trip him over in the hallways, to spit in his lunch trays in the cafeteria, to crowd around him in the locker rooms with their intimidating bodies and musky scent overpowering his senses, just to gloat over their stronger, beefier muscles in comparison to the pasty white boy’s puny physique, their bodies glistening with ripe, muscular pecs and firmly chiselled abs like bricks of dark chocolate granite compared to his weaker frame, rendering him completely powerless as they shook him down and whipped him with their towels just to see him yelp and scurry off like an insect for them to laugh at.

They were truly scum, an ilk of brutish ruffians that belonged in no semblance of society outside of the four corners of a jail cell…n-not that Jason was thinking that because he was racist like his dumb father! T-they were just so intimidating and…mean, it only made sense that they be put away to…reflect on their actions and become better people, of course! What else was the justice system for when it came to big, mean, brutal black behemoths like his bullies, approaching him through the shadows and making him cower with fear, shrinking his face into a book he had resting on his lap in an attempt to make himself as hidden as he possibly could.

That turned out to be wildly unsuccessful, as his book was swiped away from his hands and dangled over his head by a man he was all too familiar with. The brick-jawed, obnoxiously smiling face of Derrick, the unofficial leader of the quartet of juvenile criminals standing before him.

“What’s wrong Jacey? You didn’t show up to practice today, how am I supposed to make sure I’m in good shape for the next game if I don’t have your pretty little face to bounce the ball off and make sure my passes are all good. You don’t want the basketball team to take home the gold or something? Pretty uncool of you, can’t even get off the bench on the team and you’re not gonna help a real winner either? Hell of a bitch move.” Derrick snorted, making Jason groan at the memory that he wouldn’t even be on the basketball team if it’s broad shouldered, baritone-voiced, thickly muscled captain, the absolute picture of athleticism practically born to be an NBA star, had all but forced him into it.

He didn’t dare to voice his protests though, knowing well just how Derrick, or his two thuggish companions could deftly shut him up and make him regret ever flapping his gums around to question their leader.

Jason was far from a worthwhile athlete, something his father chastised him about every chance that he got, but despite that, he was rather involved in his school’s sports teams, though his position was less one of an actual competitor, and more of an ornament to each one that served little more purpose than as a punching bag to relieve the stress of the real stars of the teams.

If it was up to him, he would have never even met a single one of these three, but he had no choice in the matter but to grow intimately familiar with each of them, and their equally brutal, but distinct forms of bullying.

Derrick was practically the golden boy of the school, unfairly good looking with a perfectly carved, masculine face and well-trimmed beard lining his elegantly cut jaw, a lean build of wiry muscle built for explosive movement and power on the basketball court that made their team undefeated with him on their side. Unlike the rest of his band, Derrick rarely physically acted on Jason, he preferred methods that pierced emotionally into his victim, degrading Jason publicly, downplaying any meager achievement he might have had…hell, the young man was practically too afraid to even talk about any girls he liked, as it seemed like an ironclad fact that the moment he showed interest in a young woman from his school, he would be heartbroken watching her bouncing fervently on Derrick’s gigantic black pussy-pump of a cock. To make things worse, Derrick wouldn’t even bother to do the courtesy of keeping the girl around afterwards! He swapped out girlfriends like he was getting a new haircut and seemed to view himself as the king of the world…and as far as he was concerned, he was, the fact that he could unite the extreme personalities of Troy and Jerrod beneath him.

Troy was easily the most physically intimidating of the bunch, his legendary toughness and burly body earning him the moniker “the brick”, he was the most talented wrestler the school had on its team and Jason had the displeasure of knowing that from many, many “sparring” sessions in which he was constantly reminded of how completely outclassed he was by Troy’s gigantic muscles and enormous, bearlike body. There were many rumors floating around about him being a fully grown man lying about his age…and Jason could easily say that he believed them, with a body that massive and nearly reaching Derrick’s 6’6 height, with a bed of chest hair and a wildly overgrown beard that would put most veteran lumberjacks to shame? He wouldn’t believe Troy was 38! Much less only 18!

And Jerrod…Jerrod was the smallest of the bunch, but easily still dwarfed Jason with his 6’0 height, the best swimmer in the entire school and even more of a sadist than Derrick seemed to be. He was like a serrated knife, both in body and mind, every inch of him cut from solid, sleek, angular ridges of vascular muscle atop a perfectly symmetrical bone structure that made him look like a damn Calvin Klein model. Mentally, his tastes were easily the most sadistic of the trio, he enjoyed to push Jason to the brink of passing out in so-called “training drills” were he ran around the pool in his underwear and was brutally punished for every slip of his feet against the wet floor tiles, descending into a full on sobbing mess multiple times by the extent of Jerrod’s abuse, made all the more humiliating by the fact that the many girls on the swim team were watching and chuckling at his gross display of emasculated weakness being brought to heel by the power of another, stronger, better man.

He knew he would have to face them eventually, given that they’d all decided to make him their personal plaything, and none of them appreciated being deprived of what they’d considered their property. Skipping practice at all his clubs for the entire week felt like a good idea at the time, but God, did he regret it now that he had to face all of them before him at once…

“Uh, look, I’m really sorry about skipping on practice guys, I’ve just had a bunch of family stuff coming up and…”

“Oh, what? Your dumb bitch mom keeps leaving the oven on when she goes to her pilates class? Quit lying Jacey, you ain’t made for it.” Jerrod snickered, clapping his hand on the shivering boy’s back and making him fall to his knees on the ground.

“Whatchu gonna do now, bitch? You keep running home after school every day, you think we didn’t notice that shit? Were ya tryin’ to hide between your momma’s big ass cow-tits? Shit, with how scrawny you are, I bet you could probably fit there too, downright sink between those puppies like it’s fuckin’ quicksand. That what you been doing dawg? Kinda unfair huh? Lazy ass practice skipper like you gets to cuddle up in those perfect pillow tits your bitchass mom got while we’re over here busting our asses for nothin’. Maybe we should switch places, eh? Let someone who can actually handle that fat rack of hers take a crack at it.” Troy smiled, the gnarly fuzz of his beard whipping around lightly in the wind as his shadow encroached upon him, what felt like a million eyes of his peers were zoned in entirely on him, watching him, mocking him, degrading him, making him feel like just the insignificant little boy he was compared to Troy’s gargantuan mass of pure behemoth strength, how small he was. Just a weak little boy, whimpering and waiting to be saved by his mommy…

Just then, almost as if on cue, a loud, meaty chorus of flesh smacking WHOPS! And WHAPS!  That Jason knew from experience could only belong to one woman grew louder and louder until the source of it was mere feet away from the unfolding scene, a source that Jason was intimately familiar with as he cursed his luck and pleaded for what he knew was about to happen to not happen.

He’d tried so hard to keep her from knowing what was really happening with all the clubs he was attending all of a sudden, to make her think he was perfectly happy and healthy and content, far from a victim of a pack of angry black thugs in the making like the ones assaulting him with their freakishly big, brawny bodies. As childish a desire it was, Jason wanted to let his mother know he was a man now, he could take care of himself, and here she was, trudging along in a silvery, sleek white dress hugging onto her gorgeous hips while her tits damn near spilled right out of the open cleavage window of her dress, matching heels clacking along the pavement and filling the air along with the smacking hills of her stunningly soft, hulking shelf of pale white assmeat jutting out behind her and threatening to swallow the meager fabric of her dress scrunched up into the valley of juicy bootyfat laid out perfectly for the taking, inviting any stiff, heavy shafts that could stand to match the enormity of her massive humps of rotund jigglemeat and slide between the tender valley of her ass-crack to claim it.

“Goddamn, is that his mom? Bitch got tits bigger than mister Carmichael’s gut!”

“Forget the titties, look at all of dat fucking ass! I knew she was a milktruck, but y’all ain’t never told me she was packing a goddamn dump truck too!”

“Well would you look at that, huh? Mommy’s come over to make sure you’re all good, bitch boy. What next, she gonna feed you all the milk in those udders to keep you from crying.”

They mocked him as Avery leaned over and pulled her son up from the floor, cradling him close to her and inadvertently burying his head beneath the enormous weight of her hefty knockers, her hands held squarely on Jason’s slender shoulders in an attempt to aggressively defend him like a bear mama growling at a predator approaching it’s cubs.

Only she was much less intimidating than a fully grown bear could be.

In fact, despite how tall she was for a woman, she looked downright doll-like in front of the towering bully bulk of the three massive, beefy bodied black men eyeing her up like dogs watching a fresh cut of steak hit their feeding bowl…

Actually, come to think of it, it almost seemed like they were the predators in this situation…

Giant, monstrously huge, giga-hung predators slowly zoning in on their buxom, MILFy prey, with hard, achingly erect, hyper-masculine breeding shafts pulsing in their pants, ready and waiting to dominate the slippery cum-bucket of a cunt between Avery’s juicy thighs…

Oh God, wait, this was gonna be bad. Sure, the trio had met her before at every basketball game or swim team event or wrestling match the school ever held, but those were tiny, fleeting moments were she hadn’t the chance to speak to them, much less even find out that he was being picked on by them. What could Jerrod do with her if they got their hooks in her while she was emotionally vulnerable and worried about him? His mother was much too gullible and easily fooled to stand a chance against three master manipulators, she once got upsold at a stand for free samples at the grocery store! If Jerrod, or Troy, or God forbid Derrick were alone with her for even a few minutes, like she knew she would insist on in some misplaced attempt to protect her poor baby boy from harm.

“M-mom, you can’t cantsh talg ta em, I cam huddle eed” Jason tried to protest, meekly swinging his arms and wiggling about like an eel dragged out of its underwater habitat, his mother’s arms effortlessly holding him down and revealing just how weak he really was, words slurred by the enormous slabs of fat, fuckable sow-udders draped over his face from above and quieting down the sounds of his whiny voice to a barely audible peep.

“Why you…you goddamn bullies! I always thought something was going wrong with how much my sweet baby Jacie never wanted to talk about school or practice or anything! You’re all a bunch of nasty, no-good niggers!” She raved with a scowl upon her face, making Jason’s eyes go wide as he finally managed to pull his head away from the suffocating mass of her huge heifer-tits, eyes wide with shock and horror as he tried to stop his mother from making even more of a fool of herself. She tended to take on words people used around her and throw them out without the slightest understanding of what they meant, but now her loose lips were in danger of really getting her in trouble!

“M-mom! You can’t just say something like that! That’s, like, super fucked up!”

“Oh? And why can’t I? It’s what your father always calls those big, stupid bullies he meets when he has to go through the bad part of town? That’s exactly what it means, a word for big, stupid, mean old bullies like these. I’ve got quite a few choice words for this bunch, so you should probably run along. And you three, do you like picking on smaller, weaker boys, huh? Couldn’t you at least be kind and not try to push around my son with those big stupid muscles on the day his father went broke!” Avery mouthed off, her unfiltered words once again biting back at her, only this time she seemed to notice, given how she smacked both palms over her juicy red lips and looked beside her to see Jason, utterly petrified at what she’d just said, silently begging to the heavens for this to be just another practical joke his mother had so easily fallen for like she always did, but the sincere look of shame and disappointment that shone through her eyes made it clear this was no such thing.

“Oh shit! Whiteboy gone broke now? Shit, seems like we ain’t gonna see his sexy ass mom anymore.”

“His mom’s a racist ass piece of shit, that’s exactly what they deserve. Bitch really out here trying to bring a black man down? Why don’t you bring your man over here and let me show him what a nigga could really do if he said that shit to my face.”

“Guys guys…calm down, let’s give her a break, aight? Rich ass white bitch just lost all her cash and now her lil baby has to hear all about it. Must be hard, huh? What happened? Your hubby got taken to the cleaners for being a scummy banker piece of shit? Y’all got your asses fucked in court?” Derrick intercepted his posse’s banter, his voice seemingly genuine even despite the mischievous smirk he tossed Jason’s way that showed he had to be up to no good.

“He…he invested in this cryptocurrency…FUX or something, and it was a massive scam! He didn’t even tell me until today, and now our house might get foreclosed on…God, I’m so upset with him right now!”

“Awww, sounds pretty messed up, you know how white boys be though, lil bitches can’t man up and admit they done wrong, so it turns out like that. Hey, look Mrs. Riley, we may rough up your boy here a bit, but trust me, we ain’t all that bad. Now, we can’t just excuse all that racist shit you was talking just now…but maybe we can come to a bit of an…agreement, huh? Make sure your little Jacey baby stays nice and safe, eh? Honestly, I’ve been trying to keep the lil guy out of trouble too, but you know the boys, they can just get so aggressive, hard to keep them from going too far, but lil white boys like Jason just bring out the devil in em. Big ol fat titty white MILFs like you though? Just the kinda thing to calm us…them down.”

“MILF? Hmph, I don’t know why all you niggers like to call me that, but it’s…kind of nice. But you’re a big old mean nigger bully! How can I even be sure I can…trust you…” Avery started, pointing into Derrick’s chest with a mean, assertive look of her own, only for her voice to trail off as her eyes glanced downward, magnetically drawn to the BULGING, BURLY SLAB OF THICKENING BLACK STUDCOCK SO INCREDIBLY OVERGROWN THAT IT FOLDED IN ON ITSELF WITH ITS HALF HARD MASS THAT MADE IT LOOK LIKE A DAMN ANACONDA WAS COILING AROUND WITHIN DERRICK’S PANTS!

And as if the fact that his mom was outright staring at his bully’s nasty nigga-bulge as it wafted its foul, pheromone infused scent of greasy, sweaty male lust around and burrowing deep into Avery’s sniffing nostrils while her eyes went glassy and blank…every last one of them seemed to be growing bulges just as big and fat and full, veins so fat they could be seen through the fabric of their wildly undersized gym shorts as they all leaned in uncomfortably close to Avery on all sides, hands ready to DIG INTO ALL THE MONSTROUSLY HUGE, MILKY MILF MEAT THAT THE CURVY BITCH BEFORE THEM WAS PRACTICALLY PUTTING ON FULL DISPLAY!

“M-mom! L-let’s just go home, we need to talk about this! D-dad just went bankrupt and you’re here arguing with Derrick, it’s stupid! We have to…”

“What did you just say young man?”

“I…let’s go home?”

“No, the other thing at the end. You know what I mean.”

“T-this is stupid…”

“Jason Riley, are you calling your mother stupid? You know how much I hate that dear, I’m here trying to help you and this is what you say? You want to call your mother stupid, Jason? You’re insulting me for being a good parent? CLEARLY I have to be the one to step in since your father is too busy working on scams to make sure YOU’RE safe. But I guess that’s just stupid of me…”

“N-no, mom, trust me, that’s not what I meant, I’m sorry…l-let’s just talk about this okay, anywhere but here…” Jason wanted to kick himself for making that slip up, he knew very well how much his mother hated to be derided for her intelligence, the mere insinuation that she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed would practically send her into a fuming rage, and yet this, this quiet sense of vitriol she had as she looked down upon him with one eye, her bouncy locks of scarlet hair whipping around her face as she spoke with a bitter tone infused in her every word.

“Jason, get in the car now. We’ll talk when we get home, okay sweetie? Mommy will handle it, just like I have to handle everything.” She firmly stated, a far cry from her usual high pitched, bubbly sweet tone of voice, and as much as Jason wished he could stand up for himself, to be a man and make a stand to defend his mother from these brutes…her cold stare, so judgmental, so disappointed…it practically pierced through his heart as he shivered and instinctively nodded, he might not have had the confidence, the grit, or the manliness that he wished deep down he could emulate from his bullies…but he always had Avery’s approval and affection, and the thought of losing that was simply too much to bear.

So slowly, silently, he trudged off with a dour look and his eyes glued to his feet, twisting his neck to view the scene from the corner of his vision just before it was out of view for him, witnessing Derrick’s bearish palms whisking dangerously close to his mother’s doughy derriere, his panicked gaze shifting up to his bully’s face as the man licked his lips and shot him a wicked smile of pure, unfiltered malice.

—

Even hours later, deep into the midnight hour with his eyes bloodshot and whipping about his room like a paranoiac, that smile couldn’t stay out of his mind, lip quivering and mind racing with the thought of what him and his friends could have said…or done to Avery while he was waiting in the car.

Of course, logically, he knew that it couldn’t have been much, he’d only waited for ten minutes (he was counting down the seconds with worry the entire time) before she’d slid back in and they endured an uncharacteristically quiet, painfully awkward ride to a home practically ransacked with papers and financial statements tossed around by Ian, his voice screaming on the phone in his room about finance liquidity and debt forgiveness and shifting between begging and threatening banks for loans to avoid a foreclosure on the house.

Even now, he could dimly hear his father a few rooms away, just one more factor that kept his heart racing with stress, feeling like an insomniac that just gulped down a gallon of pure caffeine, hands shaking on his covers while, shamefully enough, he felt his puny pecker twitching and shivering at the thought of what Troy, Derrick and Jerrod could have done to her…

“No, that’s weird, they were there for ten minutes. What could they have done, huh? It’s not like mom was on her knees, worshipping those thick black fuckpoles like a goddamn whore and loving it, getting her guts stuffed with all that nasty spunk right in front of the whole school…ugh, STOP IT! Mom ISN’T like that and she’d NEVER do that. No way, no way…” He battled with himself internally, the image of Derrick’s smiling face irreparably stamped onto his psyche, a sordid scene of that awful visage looking down on him, with those manly black arms tensing and coiling with thick, surging veins and his fingers combing through Avery’s hair, pulling those long, fiery red tresses back and POUNDING into that fleshy valley of jiggly soft fuckpadding that made up his mommy’s gigantic booty-globes, fucking into that juicy white MILF meat while she cried out like a whore.

He tried to fight off that image, to bury it deep beneath any embarrassing memories and foul imagery that would ward off those intrusive thoughts, but they simply grew, and soon enough Avery and Derrick were joined by Troy and Jerrod, flanking her on either side, groping her massive MILF tits and making her mewl into their mouths, fat, wet, slobbering tongues pushing out and dominating her oral cavity while her own squishy soft suck-muscle, tenderly massaging both of their beefy tongues like she was performing fellatio on their mouths. A whorish look on her face as she gargled their sacred offerings of freshly brewed stud-spit and swallowing it down with a hot, nasty GULP loud enough to be clearly heard even through the chorus of fleshy pap pap paps ringing out across the pitch black room his mind imagined, and then she looked at him. Deep, deep into her son’s eyes with a wide smile on her face, nothing like the cheery look of loving affection she usually gave her child…no, this was a cruel, disdaining gaze, like that of the girls on the swim team who so eagerly laughed along at his torture by Jerrod’s hands, a condescending look of a well and truly BLACKED bitch downright ready to burst into laughter at the pathetic sight of a pindicked cucky loser watching enraptured at her being cock-claimed by a gang of true men, her wet maw hanging open and giggling before she mouthed out the words…

“Jacey baby? Are you awake? Can we talk, please?”

A gasp pushed out from the depths of Jason’s lungs, a cold sweat breaking out against his pale skin as he awakened, both relieved and ashamed to realize that the scene in his memory was little more than a dream. His eyes zoned in on the foreign source of light spilling into his blackened room from outside, a curvaceous silhouette that could only be that of his mother’s posed in the doorway and waiting for his reply.

“A dream…yeah, that’s all it is. Mom’s…not that kind of person, I mean, I’ve never even heard her and dad doing…that, there’s no way she would, especially not with Derrick, never them. She might be a bit slow, but she’s not some slut, she’s probably here to apologize for earlier anyway…” He told himself, though despite how firm he was in his beliefs, he couldn’t help feeling his heart trembling and his mouth go dry with nervousness at the memory of it while he nodded and let his mother in.

“S-sure mom…what happened to dad? I’m not hearing him screaming anymore.”

“He left, I think he was talking about driving to San Francisco to ‘shove his foot up those crypto cunts asses and make their money liquid’. Weird, right? You can’t make money liquid, it’s paper, Ian can be so silly sometimes.” She sighed, sauntering over with a smooth, almost…sensual step to her? Hips swaying, contours of her body swishing through the air while her ripe curves jiggled and wobbled all over, plainly visible even in the pitch blackness consuming the room. It made Jason gulp as the weight of her rotund rear dropped down onto his bedsheets, bare flesh from her juicy ass grazing his foot and enlightening him to the fact that she was wearing a mere teeny set of jean shorts and a crop top that left her boner-inducing figure exposed in all the ways that mattered and making Jason’s heart race in a way that it clearly shouldn’t in the presence of his mother of all people…

“Yeah, your dad really got us in one hell of a jam here, didn’t he? His old job doesn’t want to take him back either, I asked. Really, I don’t think he’s gonna be much help here…but Jacey baby, trust me, I’ll help us both, alright? No way we’re gonna have to be homeless on my watch!” She proudly stated, pumping her fist up and flexing her surprisingly strong bicep with a cheeky smile, giggling slightly before her laugh faded with the weight of what the family was facing.

“I…I trust you mom. I-I can get a job too! I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure things turn out alright, so d-don’t be like that, I can help…”

“Awww, Jason…that’s sweet of you, but really, don’t, I’d hate for you to have to break your back working at your age just to scrounge a few pennies for us to pay off our debts, besides, you’re a brainy boy, aren’t you? You oughta work really hard in school so you can get a great job and impress some cute girl when you’re older, mhm!”

“I…t-that’s not true! I do sports, I can handle hard labor…”

“Well…let’s just say that your record isn’t gonna land you any scholarships, dear. But that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

The sour look on Jason’s face from his mother’s sly insult soon washed away and was replaced with a curious look, watching his mother’s own face, filled with wariness and fear, as though she was about to divulge some forbidden knowledge that would forever mark Jason’s mind for years to come…and in some ways, that assumption would be correct.

“Jacey. Mommy has something she has to tell you…”

“W-what?”

“You know how your dad and I always told you…that we met in college and got married a few years after that when we ran into each other again?”

“Yeah…why do you bring that up now?”

“That, well, that was a little lie honey. When I met your father I was actually a…erhmmmm…a dancer, let’s call it that. A really good one, I made a lot of money and got paid by a lot of men who liked how your momma could work it, and your father was the one I fell in love with.”

Alarm bells were already ringing in Jason’s head, anyone who even had the slightest semblance of an ability to read between the lines could clearly tell what she meant. Avery was a stripper, a scantily dressed performer who made a living shaking her massive assets before enormous crowds of lusty men, and he could already imagine just how big the crowds that pulled up to watch her jiggle those juicy tits and bounce around her bubbly booty for their lecherous eyes. He ignored the painful hardness of his slender, stubby white weiner pricking up from between his thighs, dangerously close to prodding his mother’s phat arse as it pressed against his leg from where she sat.

“A stripper? Mom was a stripper? That…that couldn’t be right, could it? She’s completely oblivious to sex, I mean, she’s a total airhead anyway, but…t-there’s just no way…I-I’m sure she doesn’t mean it like I think she does, I’m just being perverted.”

“O…kay mom, what’s that have to do with anything, though…”

“Well, I’m just saying, the kind of dancing I was doing, you can make a lot of money there, you know? I think I actually got fifty thousand dollars in one night! It was so hard to fit all of it in my panties…I mean, my wallet, I ended up having to stuff my bra and make these things look even bigger! Can you believe that?” She said, cupping her howitzer-sized honkers and shaking them in sync for emphasis, that one movement making Jason’s breath hitch as he formed a fist and breathed heavily, pulsating penis dribbling with weak, watery gouts of pre-seed as he could feel himself nearing orgasm just from his filthy fantasies.

“A-are you saying you want to…d-do it again, dancing? So that we can keep the house?”

“What? Oh God, heavens no son! That part of my life has passed and I’m with you and your father now, I’d never do anything to embarrass you both like that, but, well…I will say, sometimes I miss it, you know? Being a housewife just doesn’t give your momma’s muscles the room to really move, you know! Being on the pole, getting cash tossed at you, hearing all those men complimenting you, with their pants going tight with those big, thick, meaty…oops! Mommy said too much! Hehehe, forget I said anything Jacey baby! You just have a nice night of sleep for tomorrow, k?” She started to drift off just before interrupting herself, and at just the right moment to keep Jason being caught red-handed with his cock achingly hard at the presence of his own mother, her body bouncing off the bed and waltzing off with her wobbly wagon of perky white mommy ass before stopping right at the doorway and looking back at her son with a cheeky little smile.

“Oh, and Jason, I don’t mean to judge at all, a boy your age has certain…needs, so I hope I wasn’t getting you in a…personal moment, hahaha. Just take care of it quick alright! A young man needs his sleep!” She giggled, before letting the door creak shut behind her, darkness covering Jason’s brightly blushing cheeks…for as stupid as his mother was, she could be quite perceptive.

“That was…a weird conversation. I’m sure it doesn’t mean anything though, there’s no way mom would do…that. Just no way…”

“But…why did she choose to talk about that now?”

The question ate at him all through the night, and Jason was stuck at square one once more, reliving the sensation of his mom’s silky soft rumpflesh pressed right against his thigh and shifting between shame, arousal and fear, cementing that he would certainly not be getting a wink of sleep for the rest of the night.

—

Despite how his mother had fiercely urged him not to get involved in their financial struggles, he got himself a part time job, a simple position at a local gas station which paid a decent minimum wage to bring home, a nice supply of freshly stocked chips to steal every now and again on his lunch breaks, and enlightened him as to the horrific state of gas prices in the modern era.

Sure, making about 10 dollars an hour wasn’t likely to make a dent in the mountain of debts that the Riley family was about to collapse under, but it was better than his father’s listless spiral into hopeless, waking sleep, drool running down his chin and saturated with the scent of alcohol as he mumbled madly to himself every half hour.

It had been two months since the…incident of that night, and despite how Jason’s fantasies might have made him think otherwise, nothing happened to splinter his idyllic vision of his mother as the chaste, untouched vision of matronly love and purity she always was. No dirty jokes, no strange nighttime meetings or talks about her past as a “dancer”, and especially no meetings with Derrick and his ilk…

Speaking of his bullies, they were acting rather…strange, for the first time since sophomore high school, they had done what was practically unthinkable.

They weren’t ceaselessly bullying Jason at every opportunity.

He had no idea why that was, of course, but at this point, the young man was simply happy to bask in the joy of a bully free existence for once. His family might have been in a pretty shitty position, but for the first time, it seemed like he had peace, purpose and even a few friends from work.

Of course, he had no idea how much the source of his sudden good fortune would shock him to the core once it was revealed to him. And like a universal pendulum swinging back at top speed to thrash Jason’s sudden bounty of luck, he would happen across it once during a slow day at the gas station, huddled up between Rory, a weedy ginger boy a year younger than him, and Anthony, a middle aged man suffering from a major case of arrested development who’d been working this job for a good ten years and…probably shouldn’t have been interacting with a couple of teenagers as closely as he was right now.

“Uh, you sure the boss isn’t gonna get on our ass for slacking off, Anthony?”

“Hey, calm the hell down Rory, you gotta chill. I’ve known that guy for years, he always takes way more lexapro than he should on wednesday and starts tripping his balls off, he’s not gonna be out of his office unless a goddamn plane crash happens, Rory.”

“Jesus, don’t jinx us like that man. What did you even wanna show us man? You been going off about this crazy ass tiktok video and shit that you saw yesterday all day…”

“Man, you seriously haven’t seen it? Shit’s blowing up like crazy, and for good reason too my guy, hottest fucking bitch I’ve seen, PERIOD. Those titties make me fuckin’ weak…”

“Oh wait, is it THAT girl you’re talking about? Holy shit, you seen her Onlyfans too man? You gotta, I don’t usually pay to play, but for her…”

“Wait, what the hell are all of you even saying! Rory, you’re not even old enough to be looking at Onlyfans, is this the kind of thing you should be showing us Anthony…”

“Just shut up and watch, goddamn! You’re gonna thank me for this once you get a look.” Anthony cut through Jason’s protests as the boys huddled up on one side of a gas pump, both Rory and Anthony sharing a lewd smile while Jason merely watched on with one eyebrow raised in curious skepticism.

Immediately, all six of the trio’s eyes were assaulted by an AVALANCHE OF CASCADING TITTY-FAT SLOSHING ABOUT, SLICK AND OILY AND STRAPPED IN A STRING-THIN, TRIANGLE-CUPPED BIKINI THAT COULDN’T EVEN KEEP HER ENORMOUS, SOFT PINK AREOLAS, BIG ENOUGH TO CONSUME THE ENTIRE WIDTH OF JASON’S HAND ON TOP OF THEM! The camera panned out slowly, stopping the meaty mass of her jiggling jumbo-tits could spill out through the phone screen and engulf the men’s faces, but if the cock-hardening vision of her bra-busting boobflesh was enough to instantly draw Jason’s formerly unenthused eyes to their hypnotic weight, the entirety of her built-for-sex bimbo body was the smoking gun that had them all drooling like hungry apes having a banana waved in front of them, then the fullness of her curvaceous figure, revealing a titanic set of juicy thunder thighs thick enough to hold up the shelf-sized humps of pale, perky booty-fat giant enough for its impression to be seen from the front even as the camera remained set on her front view.

Jason seemed to be the only one somewhat spared from the mesmerizing effect of the woman’s enormous assets, instead, he focused on her elegant, hollow-cheeked, done up facial features, her blonde locks billowing about at shoulder length while the frantic editing of the chopped up short-form content slop blasted them through shots of her in all sorts of positions and poses.

For whatever reason, her face seemed so…familiar to him, her cheery smile and phat, glossy lips marked with shiny bubblegum balm striking him in an odd way he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Before he had the chance to think on what about her set off that strange feeling, the video took another unexpected turn as the camera cycled around her from every angle like a fast food commercial showing off the succulent, savory meat that would no doubt fail to meet expectations when actually purchased.

Bam! A close up shot of her string thin, blue, green two-piece bikini from behind, a tiny triangle of the waistband cropping up from between cheeks of her bodacious bubble-rearher planetary-sized backside, her fingers held out in a coy peace sign just before her body swung into action, meaty thighs carrying her through a surprisingly acrobatic performance that saw her burdensome baby feeders smacking and clapping against one another threatening to pour right out of the overstuffed cups of her bra and push this video right off the precarious line of adherence to TikTok’s terms of service it was already treading as she cartwheeled, backflipped and somersaulted across the edge of a swimming pool, making sure to toss in a nice, perky booty bounce and a raunchy giggle in once she’d finished.

“Hiya! I’m Momma Milkies, and you babies are gonna love what I’ve got for you in my first TikTok! We’re playing my favorite game with three of Momma’s friends, pigs in a blanket! Don’t stop watching now, it’s gonna be reallll fun~”

“Oh, this is it! This part goes fucking crazy…I know you guys might think it’s weird, but trust me, it’s hot as fuck!” Anthony told the other two, perhaps just a little bit too enthusiastic of showing off soft core wankbait of a woman who was stacked enough to be a goddamn gravure idol to his underaged coworkers, though at this point Jason and Rory were much too absorbed in the scene unfolding before them to reprimand him for how inappropriate this was.

With an offensively bad screen wipe effect transitioning them to the next scene, both Rory and Jason were left open jawed and wide eyed, and this time, not at the self-proclaimed “momma milkies”, a shocking enough development to any gang of red-blooded males presented with such a prime specimen of fuckable feminine beauty, but no, the men found themselves totally flabbergasted at the sight of her POPPING A LEWD, SLUTTY SQUAT THAT MADE THE OILED UP SLOPES OF HER BOUNTIFUL PLAPMEAT ASS BEFORE NOT ONE, TWO, BUT THREE TOWERING MONUMENTS OF EBON-SKINNED, MASCULINE FUCK-BEEF CLAD IN NOTHING BUT MEAGER BOXER-BRIEFS, SPEARLIKE SHAFTS OF CUNT-SCRAPING GIGA-DICK EACH FATTER THAN ANYTHING THE MEN HAD EVER SEEN AND FILLING THEM WITH INSECURITY AT THE UNREMARKABLE SIZE OF THE TINY, TWIG-SIZED DICKS TREMBLING IN THEIR PANTS!

A more observant viewer might have heard a teeny whisper from the woman amounting to “are you sure this is allowed” followed by a manly grunt of “keep your eyes on the prize, hoe”, but her own eyes echoing the cock-shocked expressions on the trio’s face as they battled with their desire to feast their eyes upon the exaggerated male fantasy of a fat-breasted, jumbo-assed fucksleeve of a woman and the beefy polearm cocks that looked ready to split through the cotton fabric pulled taut around the mind boggling lengths of fat, musky cock stretching the waistband of their underwear to their absolute limit.

It was a beautiful sight, a paragon of feminine seduction surrounded by three titans of masculine perfection, beefy dicks tensing right against her face, her tongue lolling out with a blank, cock-hungry expression tainting her visage, eyes spinning and her soft hands stroking the tough, brick-hard thighs of the musclebound mass-monsters, one of which, the tallest among them roughly swinging his hips to THWACK his virile, veiny drill-dick right on top of her cute button nose and stuff her nostrils with the scent of RAW, SWEATY ALPHA MALE DICKBEEF PERFORATING HER SENSES!

“Hehehehe! Soooo many big ol wieners for momma to play with! Don’t get all feisty now boys, mmmm…I need you justttttt like this for our game! All these thick piggies might not even fit in my soft, warm blankies~” She tittered out, cupping the pillowy flanks of her gigantic monster-rack from each side and shaking them again as the camera man swerved around the room and zoomed in to the undulating sea of jiggly titmeat.

“These are mommy’s good friends that are gonna help us play! They may be big…r-really big…but they’re very very nice to mommy, you’ll see. Let’s start with Tr-”

“Ay, no names, bitch.”

“Mhm! Sorry, I mean Crank. Let’s see how momma can make you fit…” She mewled, pulling the sides of her stringy bikini and tilting her torso back to create a tender valley of plush, warm MILF flesh that made for a picture perfect cockpocket. With an exaggerated gasp, and a childish sounding popping effect to accompany the sounds of cotton stretching and taut, titty-flossing bikini-strings damn near snapping as she FLOPPED her sweat-soaked mammoth-milkers right down onto “Crank’s” marvelously chiseled, washboard abs.

“Oh wow…this piggie is superrrr long. Hmmm, is it a weenie or a goddamn steel pipe in that blanket, honestly? You’re peeking out right at my chin with the tip, so…I’ll give you a whopping NINETEEN INCHES! You’re hung as hell Crank, congrats! All the kiddies watching, make sure you drink a lot of your mommy’s milk so you grow nice and big like momma’s friend~ Am I right?” She stated in that signature tone of exaggerated babyspeak she always seemed prone to, swishing her bountiful breasts around in circles against his groin while the camera caught every second of it from the top down, a cheeky grin at the end of her performance once again calling that strange sense of familiarity lingering in Jason’s mind back to the forefront.

“Shit, you right on the money girl. Bitch ain’t just got a pair of big old pillow tits, they fuckin’ rulers too! Or maybe all that empty space in her brain from those giant jugs made her some damn math wiz or some shit.”

The men giggled and jeered as the scene transitioned once again, showing her tits squished into the thicker, weightier abdomen of the man on the left of the group, his bulky frame easily surpassing the already imposing figures of the others in his sheer hypermasculine physique, the base of his groin covered in a thatchy bush of coarse pubes that clearly seemed to tickle the bottom of the woman’s juicy cock-cushions.

“Mmm, this one’s reallll thick! Your wiener’s only justttt pushing out between momma’s big ole blankie, definitely not as much as Crank’s, though. Hmmmm…I’ll give you a good 15 inches! Just what it takes to really scrape a girl’s insides real nice and deep, and with how fucking fat it is…mmmm, you got nothin’ to worry about, Trunk…really lives up to the name~” She said, blowing him a kiss as his throbbing, underwear-clad manhood scraped through the inner walls of her bosomy bust and eventually pulled free.

“Still don’t make you any less of a shortie compared to us, Trunk.”

“Bitch, don’t be trying to test me now, my dick’s like a fucking club compared to ya ittie bittie pencil dick.”

“Ay, would you lil hoodrats shut ya goddamn mouths, please? it’s my turn. Make sure you’re ready momma, this piggie ain’t so little.” The man in the center spoke, Jason had no idea why, but that same feeling that something he should have remembered was putting itself on blatant display before him was niggling about in his brain.

He had no time to think on that though, as the meaty sound of oil-soaked, baby-feeding milkbags flopping down into a lean, mean set of flexing black abdominal muscle followed by a powerful sniffing noise as easily the longest pulsing breedpillar that had been put on display, the threads of his black elastic underpants VISIBLY tearing near the apex of his rock-hard pussy scraper.

‘Momma Milkies’ had her eyes practically glazed over as he cute little nose was forced to take in every sordid huff of druglike bbc dick-musk straight to her pleasure-wracked pea-brain!

“Ohhhhhh~ U-uhmmm…H-hard, and long…God this piggie is so longgggg…Er…I’m sorry, what was I supposed to do again?”

“Tell me how long you think it is, hoe, better get it right too. You know what happens if you don’t.”

“Oh! Yes! Uh…M-momma thinks…this big, juicy, n-nasty fucking wiener you got between my big old blankies is…t-twenty two inches?” She asked, this time much less confident than she was on her prior guesses, though once again, her cock watching talent put led her to victory as the gravelly-voiced stud relented, another few schizophrenic edits of celebratory sound effects playing out while she rose to her feet and the camera panned up to show her surrounded by three figures that brought a seismic shock to Jason’s heart the likes of which nearly had him doubled over with the beginnings of a heart attack forming.

The faces of Derrick, Jerrod and Troy came into frame like a jumpscare from a horror movie villain, their smiles wide and almost taunting as ‘Momma’...who now that Jason thought about it, looked suspiciously akin to his mother in a bobbed blonde wig, the hands of the three men trailing down just out of view of the camera as she giggled.

“That’s all momma’s got for you lovelies today! Make sure to drink your milk, and if you wanna see even more of momma, check those comments~”

“Holy shit, that was hot as hell!”

“I know right? No wonder it’s blowing the fuck up, 200 million views already? Shit, those titties deserve aliens watching it, too!”

“It might be weird to say this…but that part with the black dudes was actually…really fucking hot, geez…guess all the shit they say really is true, huh?”

“Heh, that and more of it my guy, I mean, I’ve never had a girlfriend before…cause I always spin plates of course, but shit, my sister, she’s a real straight laced career type bitch, fuckin’ lawyer too. Not to sound weird, but she’s got a thick as hell ass too, was gonna get married to this stacked partner in her firm or some shit, then some black dude he was defending got her goddamn hooked on that dick after he got off on his charges.”

“Holy fuck, for real? That sounds brutal.”

“Like hell it is! Heard hubby went over to try and win his girl back, then got his ass beat and went to the cleaners with a whole ass law suit! Now that dude’s sitting pretty just whipping his fat dick out and fucking Amanda whenever the hell he wants, shit’s fucked bro. I tell you, once a bitch you know gets in touch with some black dude, you gotta toss her, it ain’t NEVER gonna get her back, and if the dude tosses her anyway…shit, you gonna be dealing with a chick with busted open holes from all that giant fucking dickmeat we just saw.”

“Well…I mean, I don’t have a girlfriend though, so I guess that’s kind of lucky?”

“Shit man, you don’t even know, any bitches you got in your life could be targets if they thick as fuck. Your sister, your cousin, shit, even your goddamn MOM. Mine kicked the bucket already, God rest her soul, but shit…I think I’d rather it be her than me, cause I’d fucking die knowing my mom did the kind of fucked up shit the chick in this video and all those other black dick loving superfreaks are into…ayo, Jason? What’s up man? You’ve been pretty quiet?” Anthony finally asked after imparting his sagely wisdom onto his other young protege, a clear unease taking over Jason’s entire body, lip quivering and twiggy arms going taut and stiff at his sides, wordlessly flapping his lips before with a trembling, unsettling croak of broken desperation, simply said.

“Guys…I think I’m gonna have to get off work early today.”

—

With all the strength he could muster in his body (which, admittedly wasn’t very much with how small and impish the young man’s underdeveloped limbs were), Jason bashed through the front door of his home, sweating and panting like he’d just ran a marathon, which, for all intents and purposes, he practically had. Nauseous and confused, but still driven by the strength of his paranoia as he raced about the house, eyes frantically roving about and looking for any proof of his suspicions.

“It couldn’t be, right? Mom wouldn’t, she couldn’t…n-not with THEM, j-just please, not with them…”

He thought to himself, but even now, his brain was picking apart the puzzle pieces and putting them in place to form the horrific picture he so dreaded confronting, “Momma Milkies’” voice? Her face? The ditzy lilt to her every word and the unmistakable sight of her enormously curvy, doughy soft fuckdoll figure? It was her, it had to be!

“B-but what about her eyes? I watched that video so many times when I was getting back here, her eyes were green! Mom’s are blue, t-that…”

Contact lenses, clearly! Even an empty headed housewife like Avery knew you could use a pair of contacts to make your eyes a different color! Even so, even with the clear facts steering him in that direction, his deeper, sentimental side refused to see Avery that way. It could not be, it wouldn’t be, soon enough she would pop up somewhere with a convenient explanation that came down to her charming airheaded nature, and they would laugh and smile about it, and all the problems, the bullying, the debt…it would all go away…

“Son…what the hell are you doing here?” Ian suddenly asked as he came upon his son rummaging through the couple’s walk-in closet like a mad man. The gentle crack in the pitch of the man’s voice spoke to his state of mind, and as Jason turned to look his father in the eye, it was clear to see that his looks didn’t portray a much better image…

Ian was already a rather portly man, but what was at first a chubby, squat build became utterly unsightly in the distended mass of the tumorous bulge of his sloshing beer belly, his beard went from obnoxiously well groomed to greasy, sticky and clumpy with flecks of oil and spit tinting it, the awful smell of his breath clinging to the scruffy lining of hair over his face while his eyes looked bloodshot and encrusted with dried up eye gunk on the sides of his eyeballs.

But much more important than that, at least to Jason, was the presence of a camera in his father’s right hand…

“W-what’s that camera for, dad?”

“I asked you a question first son, what the hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work right? Your shift doesn’t end until three hours from now, do you think we can afford you getting fired when the bank’s gonna foreclose on us?”

“Foreclose on us because of YOU dad, you’re one to talk when all you do is drink like a fucking fish these days.”

“Hey, I’ve been working! You have no idea what I’ve been doing for us. The kind of things I’ve had to fuckin’ see just to make sure food gets on the table, so why don’t you be grateful for it for once, huh?”

“Oh yeah? And do those things involve that camera? Do they involve mom? I was wondering who the camera guy was…was it you, did you tell her to do it?”

“...Son, I’m telling you right now, for your own good, you need to leave…”

The clinking noise of the doorknob shifting, slowly followed by the creaking noise of the wooden slab pushing open and slamming into the wall interrupted Ian before he could finish, drawing Jason’s eyes to the figures moving in from the doorway, his lips quivering and eyes tearing up at the confirmation to all of his greatest fears…

“Mph…mhnghuuuuu~ S-stop it you rowdy boys, Ian is right here, w-we’re gonna start soon anyway, can’t you wait a few minutes, or are you just…t-too turned on by these meaty mommy tits to be patient? God, maybe you boys do need a better mommy of your own, yours certainly didn’t teach you well…Oh God! J-Jason!??” Avery’s mewls rung out before she cut herself off with her own look of surprise, each sound mingled with the wet, sticky, lip-smacking kisses she shared with each one of her son’s bullies, clad in stringy tank tops and tightly worn basketball shorts, covered in sweat from each of their respective sports and looking like they were ready to vent out all of the built up male aggression on the jiggly MILF bitch that led them into the bedroom with the unmistakable CLAP CLAP CLAP of her enormous fuckpadding cheeks (both of which were clearly being eagerly groped by Troy and Jerrod’s hands), suddenly stopped as the blush of arousal on her pale cheeks went bright red with pure embarrassment and shock.

“Oh God…oh God, it’s true. M-mom, what the fuck is going on! W-why are you with them…t-they’re fucking monsters! Y-you can’t just…”

“I…I…ummm, Jacey baby, there’s a reasonable explanation for all this. Errr, you see, Derrick and his friends really aren’t that bad, t-they’ve been a huge help these days, I think if you get to know them-”

“Relax momma, we can take care of your boy here for ya.” Derrick snorted, his posse pushing past the fat-breasted fuck-sow and snickering to one another all the while, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder that could have contained all manner of untold horrors in Jason’s mind, his breath quivering as he shrunk away, holding his arms in front of his face to keep himself protected while the sound of it unzipping whistled through the air, soon followed by…

The sound of…paper smacking the floor?

Jason slowly let his arms fall back to his side and barely held back a shocked gasp at what revealed itself to him, his father looking enviously at the trio of young man pulling out stack after stack of bundled up dollar bills piled high in the duffelbag and smacking them out onto the floor with wide, proud, cheeky grins.

“Whaddya say whiteboy? If it ain’t for your momma and her big old cowtits shaking all over that TikTok page we made for her, none of that money ever even happens. Shit, you might as well call me and the boys your daddy with how we’re bringing home the bacon and clapping yo momma’s ass you wouldn’t even be here!”

“D…don’t talk to my son that way! Y-you dirty, fucking no good nigg…”

“Excuse me, bitch?” Troy snorted, his burly frame lumbering over to Ian and instantly putting the fear of God in the man as his collar was gripped and he was hoisted into the air like a ragdoll in the gigantic wrestler’s strong, studly arms.

“Knew this fool was fuckin’ racist, bitch ain’t even gonna be thankful for us digging his whole ass family out of the mess ya put them in. Shit, if these whiteboys don’t stop fucking with my vibe, I’m out of here, don’t even give a fuck how much of a hoe your momma is, not worth none of that bullshit.” Jerrod added, all three of the men clearly volatile and ready to blow with a mix of pent up lust and unrestrained anger that froze Jason in pure fear.

“I…I…I don’t understand, that can’t. I thought you said…my job was helping us pay off the debt…” Jason stammered, bewildered and hyperventilating as he watched his mother rush to placate the angry black bulls surrounding his father, her juicy curves contained in a brown jacket with its buttons open near the top to reveal the slope of creamy cleavage wobbling mightily on her flesh. The moment she approached, it was torn off by Jerrod’s hands as he smirked and moved in behind her, brutally SMACKING the ginormous swell of her extra large MILF-cakes and making her groan with desire, a nasty, carnal noise Jason never imagined coming out of his mother’s mouth, soon further amplified by Troy dropping his father down to the floor and stamping on his shoulder to keep the wimpy cuck bitch in his place as punishment for daring to defy them, all while his own huge, heavy hand joined in on molesting his mother’s malleable booty meat with his fingers slipping down her ass and working through her slit with wet, sloppy sounds of fingerbanging bliss filling the air.

“Ayo, bitch, do you seriously think a 500K loan on a house could get paid off working at a gas station for a few weeks? Shit, I think your momma over there might actually be smarter than you then! Harsh truth is, whether you like it or not, you fucking need us. Not like you talking shit is gonna stop it anyway, your momma was practically begging us to show her a way to make money…shit, I think her racist ass thought we were gonna teach her to sell drugs or some shit. But nah, she knows better now, don’t you? Dudes like us aren’t gonna make a pretty bitch like you a drug mule, are we?” Derrick laughed, soon joining his gang as his brutal hand met his mother’s in the most deafening, heart-crushing echo of a mighty, wet, thundering KLAPPPPP~ soon followed by the sturdy-jawed basketball player stuffing his hand between the fleshy crevice of Avery’s oversized ass mounds and, clearly, from the gasp of pleasure she let out as Derrick smirked right at Jason and flexed his fingers, was stuffing his thick fingers DEEP inside of the tight rosebud of her ass right in front of her son and husband!

“N-noooooo~ mnhhhhh, y-you and all your big, beefy black friends taught me that…fat-cocked niggers like you make way more money swinging around those big juicy dicks around meaty MILF bitches like me and bashing our holes in with them~❤️❤️ “

“H-hey! She just called you ni…I mean, the n word too! Aren’t you gonna-ach, fuck! You’re stomping on my neck you goddamn monkey freak! I’m not doing it! Not…doing it, not gonna let you coon bastards fuck my wife in front of me again…” Ian grunted, choking over himself as Troy shifted his foot on top of the man’s windpipe and slowly crushed his air supply bit by bit…

“Heh, it ain’t up to you little man. Isn’t it? Do you trust this little dumbass after he made you broke as a joke, momma? I don’t think so. Who you think she’s gonna hang with? Your dusty white ass and your weirdo fucking son who’s about to cry watching his mommy get her fat booty smacked around, huh? Or a couple real niggas who can do what your bitch ass couldn’t? Come on bitch, tell ‘em.” Derrick insisted, shoving his fingers in deeper and prompting Avery to let out a squealing scream into the air

“Oh…f-fuckkkkkk~ Y-youuuuuu…you and your big dick friends♥️♥️…b-but Jacey, I still love you okay? Trust me, it’s all for you…your dad might be a worthless little racist whiteboy with a tiny dick that lost all our money on his stupid schemes…b-b-but he doesn’t matter, okay? He’s gonna film it no matter what, hehehe, that’s how it’s always been. Your dad messes up his deals and fucks up on one of his gambles…and mommy gets sent to dance for his clients and make their cocks nice and hard so there’s no trouble…I-I know I never told you, but mommy will make it all better…Derrick and Troy and Jerrod and ALL THEIR MASSIVE, SWEATY, MANLY NIGGER COCKMEAT have made us more money than your father ever did…so…you just go back to your room and let mommy take care of things like always💞💞💞 Schlrpppp~ Shlop~ Slrkslrkslrkkkkk~💗 Mmmm…mommy’s getting tired of waiting too you three, let’s start right now. Don’t worry about Ian being a little bitch about it…just give him a good old smack or two and he’ll be a good little whiteboy cameraman for you big ol’ hunks~ I know you can do it with how much you always bully this momma’s juicy fucking ass around like you own it…💖💖💘”

“Heh, you heard the girl Jacey. Be a good boy and let your momma take care of it. Not like that’s any different from how you always do things. Don’t worry though, we’ll be realllll nice with her, if you really wanna make sure she’s safe, shit, maybe you can join the stream and watch from your fuckin’ room like the tiny dick faggot you are? The Onlyfans is blowing up already anyway, but I’m sure mommy’s gonna appreciate the support!”

Once again, Jason couldn’t speak, he couldn’t think, his mind was simply overwhelmed with the weight of everything striking him at once. Thinking was too hard, deciding was too hard, there were so many painful possibilities, unbearable variables and unknown results, all of which resulted in more hurt and betrayal that was simply beyond what he could bear.

And then he saw Avery’s face, still smiling sultrily, but looking directly at her son with the same blissed out look that had imprinted itself so deeply in his mind from his dream weeks ago. That was enough for an answer, it didn’t matter that she’d lied to him, or hurt him, there was no way his mother would act against his best interest. He’d always trusted her when she offered him her gorgeous smile with the promise that he’d take care of any burdens he was faced with, and as he crawled to his feet, momentarily meeting eyes with his father as the towering black bullies surrounded his wife and her soft hands slipped their pants down and stroked across two unwieldy stud shafts while Derrick’s flopped between her asscheeks, he told himself it would all be fine, Avery might not have had much in the way of brains, but her heart was always with her family.

It would hurt too much for him to think otherwise.

—

Jason knew deep down that following Derrick’s advice would bear nothing good for him.

He tried to tell himself as he felt the tremors pounding into his room from the mostly soundproof master bedroom, that he wouldn’t pick up his phone, he wouldn’t click that link to Avery’s Onlyfans, what he couldn’t see, couldn’t hurt him. He knew that.

And yet still, his curiosity got the better of him (certainly his curiosity, not a hidden desire for him to gaze at his mother’s exposed body being defiled and enjoyed by a gang of brutal thugs).

His fingers frantically swiped and tapped along his phone screen, paying no mind to the day’s worth of his wages he’d pissed away for a monthly subscription, his blanket covering his body, eyes glazed over and watching his screen as the live feed popped up and Jason’s meager stump-shaft roused to hardness at what awaited it.

“Mphhhh…GLRSHHHHHH~ GRLLLLKKKKK~ SHRKKKKKKKKKK~ POP~🩷 Mmmm, hello sweeties! Thanks for tuning into momma’s first Onlyfans stream! We’re gonna be doing something super fun today where you get to spend a whole bunch of time with me while GRKGRKGRKGLAWKKKKKKKKKK~ Ohfuckthat’sathickfuckingcock…mmm, while my impatient friends here see how long I can keep answering your questions while they’re giant cuntwrecking cocks stir up my insides like…GWORKGRKGLRKHRKKKKKKK~💕💞  L-like that…” Avery announced, once again clad in her blonde wig, seeming more like a teasing taunt than any form of a disguise now, engaged in a vicious, nasty blowbang the likes of which would make a professional whore blush! The tangled tresses of her wig bundled up in Troy’s hand on one side, and Jerrod’s in the other, naked from the waist down and letting their sloppy, spitsoaked breeding beef hang out and whip through the air as they tag teamed her between every other phrase she managed to spill out!

“Today’s a-GLORP- Quna? What’s that? I thought we were gonna do the thing where they ask me questions and I answe-GRSCHHHHHHHH!!!”

“We are bitch, that’s what a ‘Q and A” fucking means…goddamn, bitch with a head as empty as yours, you’d think you wouldn’t be so good at giving a nigga some brain…” Troy grunted, his hairy cum-pouches making a wet, hot squelching noise each time they brutally bashed against Avery’s throat, her enormous tits, clad only in a decorative set of heart shaped pasties wobbling around in the air while the bearded brute slaked his pleasure within her hot cockpocket throat.

This went on for more than ten minutes, Jerrod’s face twisting into a frustrated snarl at being deprived so long, his cockstroking hand beating off loudly as he twisted his fingers through her wig and YANKED so damn hard he would have torn her hair out from the roots if it wasn’t a wig. Her lips popped off from Troy’s 15 inch cocklength with an explosion of wet, sticky slobber that was immediately plugged up by Jerrod’s throat-beating shaft stuffing her throat and striking the back of her uvula while she gurgled, gagged and choked like a seagull swallowing plastic the entire time.

“Ay, watch it you selfish ass nigga. Gotta share this hoe…nghhhh, shit! You right as hell though, little cameraman’s girl got some god tier throat!”

“H-hey! Y…you guys said you wouldn’t leak our info…”

“Shut the hell up, whiteboy! We here to answer the fans questions, that means we ain’t holding shit back, who gives a fuck if everyone knows your wife’s a cockslurpin’ hoe, huh? In fact, hey, get your dick out of her throat, J! Let the bitch answer the chat, and that means the ones that send donos! We ain’t entertaining a bunch of broke boys that ain’t dropping some real dough.” Derrick said from out of view, though with the sudden vibration of the camera and the harsh, heavy SMACK noise that hit the air, that his father had been well disciplined by the ebon-skinned bull’s manly hands before he soon entered the scene himself, a grumble rising from Jerrod’s throat as he bucked his hips into Avery’s mouth, her glistening wet maw sloppily suckling as much of that greasy black dick as she could, rebelliously latching her lips onto every inch she could get her hands on and working her throat with an impassioned, vacuum suction the entire time.

“PWAH~ Oh…Oh God, uh, so…I’m supposed to answer the questions, right? Okay, I can do that, just…g-getting hard to think…with all those fat heavy balls slapping my throat with those dicks stuffing my mouth~♥️…make sure you send mommy some good ones babies! I’ll be 100% honest the whole time hehe! Don’t be shy~” Avery huffed and puffed, shivering as she finally seemed to recover from the cock-choked bliss she was trapped in, her mind clearly still under the effect of the hazy cloud of dick-no-tizing cock musk flooding the room so damn thick and pungent that Jason swore he could fucking see it on screen.

Again, he was filled with an overwhelming curiosity flooding his senses, heart thudding in his ribcage as the glowing symbol of the donation button seemed to swell and pulse before his vision, desperately seeking out his attention while he watched his mom stroke the thick, burly shafts jutting out from Jerrod and Troy’s groins, her eyes clearly attracted to the fat, swinging mass of Derrick’s cock swinging in the air and eventually out of her view as he trailed behind her, pulled her onto her knees with her bubbly PAWG cheeks sticking far out for his sampling and SLAPPED his hefty cock between those thick cock-cushions while she wobbled her ass on command for him.

“Oh God…this is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, Jason.”

An electronic ping rang out as he hit the donate option, 50$ down the drain. Two more days of his hard work spent trying to dig the family out of their debt, straight into his bullies pockets, paying for the privilege to see them defile his mother…

“Oh, we got one! Lemme see…it says are you really a black cock loving whore or is it all just acting…shit, isn’t one whiteboy interested to hear that, huh? Go on, tell him bitch, let everyone know what Momma really likes.” Troy read, chuckling as he lightly slapped her out of the cock-addicted state of drunkenness she was in, giggling to herself as though the very query was unbelievably humorous.

“Well of course I do. I mean…I didn’t always. Honestly, when I used to be a dancer, all those big, nasty black guys used to scare me…mmmm, but momma’s lovely friends here? They really made me come around…again and again, over and over…soooo many fucking times it almost hurts my little squishy pussy to think about…momma’s seen a lot of dicks in her time, but Derrick and his friends are so amazin’...all that thick, veiny black meat and fat, hairy balls stuffed with the thick chowdery cumshots that get blown all over me, around me…INSIDE me💞💞💖. Uhhh…fuck, what was the question again?”

“Heh, shit momma, you gonna fail this challenge real hard.” Derrick told her, the weighty PLAPPLAPPLAP of his obsidian cunt-stuffer slapping over her cheeks timed perfectly with Jason’s heart sinking into the deepest depths of hell, nearly ready to bawl himself to sleep…but still, for whatever reason, watching with a raging hard on as his bully continued stroking his cock off with every inch of Avery’s abundant assfat he could ram his cock through and slam his beefy breedpillar against, oiling them up with hot trails of thick, runny black alpha-nut poured liberally over the pale slopes of Avery’s round, doughy bitch booty while she moaned and groaned.

“Mmm…maybe, but…if I’m gonna get these guts stuffed with all that hot, nutty bullcream in you hunks’ balls…maybe I’M the real winner here?” She inquired, cheekily working her meaty ass in rhythmic twerks of one cheek after another, riling up the trio of beefy hunks while Jason watched, enraptured with the scene, utterly humiliated and ashamed with himself…

Yet still, that donation button looked oh so irresistibly alluring to him…

—

It was already the next morning by the time Jason realized he’d blown his entire savings (and multiple dribbling, watery loads of his unworthy wimp seed all over his bed), he was in tears, he was writhing, red-eyed and felt like he’d gone absolutely insane, and yet some deep, inner part of himself felt a primal sense of satisfaction at everything he’d done.

At some point, he shifted from questions to requests, and once that happened, all hell broke loose throughout the stream, multiple demands for his mother to deepthroat two of the thickest cocks of the black bull trio at once, to eat their black asses while Troy’s enormously thick bitchbreaker rammed into her rear end and turned her formerly pretty, pristinely pink asshole into a RUINED, GAPING SEWER OF BBC STUDCREAM SLOPPILY QUEEFING OUT OF HER COLOSSAL CUMDUMP CHEEKS WHILE SHE TWERKED HER FAT ASS LIKE A STRIPPER WHORE IN FRONT OF THE GANG OF COCKSTROKING BEASTS WHO SO HAPPILY TOOK PART IN DEMOLISHING HER WHORISH BODY FOR SPORT!

The men took turns on seeing who could drill her the deepest and get the best reactions out of her, Jerrod’s sadistic nature coming out in full force when he tossed her on the bed with her head flopping out on the other side, CRAMMED every last inch of throat-stuffing monsterdick he could fit inside of her stretched out maw and tightened his thumbs against her nostrils to make the squelching tightness of her cum-guzzling throatpussy all the more blissful to experience, outright REFUSING to stop until his fist-sized cockhead burst out with a VERITABLE RIVER OF WHITE-HOT BALL-JELLY MESSILY HOSING DOWN HER THROAT AND PUSHING OUT THROUGH HER NOSTRILS WHILE SHE SPASMED AND COUGHED ALL OVER THAT PULSATING DICKMEAT!

For a moment, Jason almost feared that he’d aided and abetted in helping that gang of savage, horse-hung brutes fuck his mom to death! But Troy’s tanky hips soon moving on top of her to spear his cum-soaked pussy skewerer through her wet, aching slit and STRETCH OUT HER BIRTH CANAL WITH THE THICKEST DICK SHE’D EVER HAD IN HER LIFE quickly woke her from her passed out state, only to be passed around and brutalized by foot after foot of endlessly hot, hard, throbbing cock.

That alone was a shocking enough sight for Jason to even contend with as a reality, that he had seen a woman go through the brutal acts of primal, angry, rutting destruction of her every fuckable hole for an entire night…more shocking even than that was how much Avery seemed to enjoy it. Her answer to his first question made it all too clear that his mother was fully converted by the might and strength of his bullies’ indomitable will to fuck, conquer and claim ownership of the nearest soft, fertile MILF cows they could find with their veiny black monsterdicks, but the sheer ceaselessness of it, her neverending propensity to be BRUTALLY BASHED AGAINST BRICK HARD WALLS OF POWERFUL MASCULINE BREEDER BULK UNTIL HER BRAIN WAS FOGGY AND HER VERY SENSE OF SELF SEEMED TO BE UTTERLY ERODED, EXISTING ONLY TO TAKE COCK, BE USED, AND FILLED WITH CUM AS HER BODY SLOWLY DRAINED EVEN THE SEEMINGLY NEVER-ENDING GALLONS OF CREAMY BALL-BREW THE THREE HUNKS HAD TO OFFER WITHOUT A WORD OF COMPLAINT!

Now, at the break of dawn, Jerrod and Troy seemed at their last legs, performing the same raunchy double deepthroat that she’d done on the leader of the trio with his burly wrestling champion underling what felt like years ago. Their cocks were at their last ropes, barely standing with even their musclebound legs feeling like pure jelly, to any who would be concerned enough to examine the video and isolate every noise within it, the faint sound of Ian’s tears could be heard in the background, his hand shivering as he was forced to remain awake for every second of the debauchery that had transformed the bed he once shared with his wife into a CUMSOAKED MESS OF HEDONISTIC BLISS, THE FLOOR COVERED WITH AN INCHES THICK FILM OF BACKED-UP BALL-SLURRY SO HOT AND MUSKY THAT SIMPLY BEING IN THE ROOM MADE HIM FEEL LIKE HE WAS INHALING A METRIC TON OF FRESHLY CHOPPED ONIONS! But he dare not leave and earn the ire of the three bulls in the room, his instincts had been too broken down into those of pure submission and obedience to even spare a thought towards such a possibility.

GLURKGAWKGWRKKKKKKK~

“SHITTTTTTT! Hoe got that goddamn demon throat working on me! I’m bout to fucking cum right down that throat! Choke you out with all this nut while J’s got his dick filling your guts too! How bout that bitch? Bet you fucking love the sound of that.” Troy groaned, patting his friend on the back while the shorter man was utterly consumed in the cock-hugging bliss of Avery’s throat, pounding his hips away with all the force he could muster in his exhausted legs, muttering to himself bitten off words of “cockslut, jizz-sewer, fucking dick-ditch bitch bout to gargle up all this goddamn cream…”

And then…

The two men bellowed out like roaring bulls, eyes clamping shut with the wave of pleasure assaulting their every nerve, womb-wrecking cock-spires bloating and twitching against one another within the depths of Avery’s throat, constantly tensing, shifting and jumping along with the swinging wrecking balls that were their extra large jizz-pods, all while the thickening cum-vein on the underside of those massive pussy-pumping fuck-spires bloated and swelled in preparation to

***SPLRRRRRRRT! SPULORTTTTTTTT! SPURATTTTTTT~!***

The already gravid, sloshing weight of Avery’s belly, distended so far out she looked ten months pregnant ever so slightly grew as the pair pumped the final dregs of oatmeal thick cocksludge out from their veiny shafts, giving the last they had to give as their cocks finally pulled free, spent and aching, flopping down to the floor and desperately catching their breaths.

“God-DAYUM! Hoe nearly sucked the black offa my dick! Ayo…shit, Derrick! You still keeping up with this bitch? You even freakier than I thought my guy…” Troy slurred, eyes spinning and barely catching the sight of the broad shouldered basketball player, positioned behind Avery as her greedy maw slurped up what little cum-dregs she had let paint her lips and chin from how her tongue hung open dumbly as the lusty black conqueror behind her was BRUTALLY RAMMING HER ASS, FUCKING HER DEEPLY IN A SQUATTING POSITION THAT LET HIM DROP HIS CHISELED HIPS DOWN LIKE A GODDAMN BATTERING RAM EVERY TIME, DRILLING INTO HER ASSHOLE WITH WHAT VERY WELL MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE LONGEST, NASTIEST, MOST DEPRAVED ANAL FUCK SESSION TO BE RECORDED IN HISTORY!

“Fucking asshole is too good, gonna make this little bitch my personal little anal bitch, bring you to every goddamn basketball game and use you to drain my balls as my reward. GODDAMN we picked right making Jacey’s mom our fucking bitch! Gonna keep this hoe till she wears out on us…fuck yeah…” He hissed into the air, speaking to the sheer fuck-hungry instinct he was running on as he abandoned all remnants of logic or higher thinking in favor of PURE BITCH-RUTTING, ASS PLAPPING PLEASURE THAT ONLY ENORMOUS EBONY BULLS LIKE HIM WERE ENTITLED TO!  He intensified his already rapid thrusts into a ***RELENTLESS BATTERING RAM ASSAULT OF HIS MEATY COCKSHAFT RAMPAGING WITHIN HER SUCKLING ASSHOLE AS HE GRUNTED LIKE A BULL IN HEAT!***

The mighty chorus of ***PLAPLAPLAPLAPPLAPPPPPPPPP~!*** signalling an alpha stud in an absolute breeding frenzy that would leave Avery’s asshole gaping and destroyed beyond what any inferior man could manage was loud enough to be heard through the soundproof walls of the master bedroom, only spurring Jason, as much as he thought his cock was already fully spent, into beating off once more, hyperventilating, his pulse rising, paying no thought to the debt on his card and merely sending out donations with each new one sending a spine tingling shock of embarrassed bliss through him that felt like euphoria incarnate! With stimulation like this, he could barely even edge to his own degradation, he was going to cum instantly! Cum watching his mother degraded and bred through her sloppy asspussy by the superior men who made his life hell! CUMCUMCUMCUMCUM!!!!

And he clearly wasn’t the only one reaching his apex, as Derrick’s frantic breeding ruts only grew deeper, harder, faster, jackrabbiting his enormous hole-scraper for all it was worth until he finally  ***CRASHED EVERY LAST GIGANTIC INCH OF HIS BURLY BREEDING-BAT DEEP INSIDE OF AVERY’S PRETTY PINK ASSHOLE, OFFERING NO WARNING AS HE GRUNTED WITH HIS BEEFY BARREL CHEST HEAVING AND HIS NUTS SLOSHING VIOLENTLY BEFORE HOT, THICK GLOBS OF POTENT STUD-CUM WAS IMMEDIATELY UNLEASHED INTO HER VULNERABLE BACKDOOR AND STUFFING HER INSIDES FULL WITH A GREASY WAD OF VIRILE NIGGER-CUM THAT SHE'D BE FEELING FOR DAYS INSIDE OF HER FULL BELLY!***

Earlier, Avery would have screamed out her pleasure and bucked her hips against her mate, drooling like the black bred, blissed out bitch she was to spur him into fucking her more, but even she had a limit, and Derrick had managed to take her there, her gigantic cum gut weighing her down and making her flop face down as she panted and heaved, nasty splurts of sticky black nut evacuating from her yawning holes. She was felled, completely out of it and snoring like a baby, and soon, Derrick was right beside her in his slumbering bliss, the camera still feeding into their stream feed as the sound of Ian’s obnoxiously loud snoring soon joined them, whether he had been lulled to sleep by the sheer relief of such an absurd situation finally coming to pass, his own exhaustion, or a mix of the two was unclear. But as Jason watched and let his eyes roll back into his head, cumming onto his sheets at the depraved sight just before the camera hit the floor, he knew he would join them soon…

But not before one last donation, and one last message to go with it.

“I love you, mommy.”