A Mother's Deterioration Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Alan went to unlock the doors to Game Center, but found they’d already been unlocked, indicating Joaquin came in early yet again. He walked in with his head held high as he perused the store to find nobody manning the register and immediately he became livid. 

“Jojo!” he snarled as he charged to the employees only area. 

Blasting through the door, he caught Joaquin making marks on his clipboard as he took inventory; his headphones in as he did so.

“Negligence!” Alan blurted out as he stormed up to Joaquin and shoved him hard enough to send the hard worker tumbling to the ground. Not letting it phase him for a single second, Joaquin got back up, pulling his headphones off as he left his clipboard on the ground.

“What the hell, Alan!”

“You left your station!”

“Yeah, because nobody else is gonna do this stupid inventory check! Besides, nobody ever comes in this early, asshole!”

Flying into a fit of rage, Alan lunged at Joaquin, hoping to take him down, but was unsuccessful as he just stepped to the side. Alan crashed to the ground in embarrassing fashion.

“Y’know what? Fuck this, Alan. I’m done with this crap.”

Joaquin shook his head as Alan rose to his feet and quickly grabbed him by his work vest.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going home. I’m not putting up with this anymore, Alan. I quit.”

“Oh no you don’t, goddamnit. You’re not allowed to quit.”

Joaquin turned to look at Alan as he adjusted his glasses. Alan let go of Joaquin and rested his hands in his pockets, asserting a dominant stance.

“Alan, you aren’t gonna stop me this time. I have too many other important things that demand my attention and I’m not gonna waste it here with you constantly treating me like trash, scheduling me overly long hours, and taking advantage of me. I’m done.”

Joaquin removed his vest and hung it on the door as he walked out, leaving Alan alone with a load of unchecked boxes. He watched as the brown skinned boy left.

Wow, he actually just quit.. Who needs him anyway? Not like I can’t find someone else to take his place. Plus, I’ve got his hot ass mom waiting for me back at home.

Alan pulled his phone out and turned the sound down as he rewatched the clip he made of Selena earlier that morning; grinning with satisfaction and began laughing on the inside. 

Go ahead and run off, little Jojo. You don’t work for me anymore, but I’m not out of your life. Not by a long shot, my friend.

Outside, Joaquin finally felt free. As he walked, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and checked to see that he’d gotten a text from Laina.

“Hey bb. Think u can call off work today?”

With a smile, he began typing up his response. “Actually just quit my job, so I’m free more often now ;)”

“Ooh~ sounds exciting. How fast can u get that cute butt over here?”

“Give me an hour, have errands to run first.”

“Don’t keep me waiting, big boy <3”

She definitely had a way with words when it came to him. While their relationship hadn’t exactly blossomed the way Alan and Selena’s did, they maintained a very playful attitude with one another. Joaquin relished in the connection he’d formed with her and since he helped her out at her shop, he made plenty of extra money to stash into his rainy day fund. 

Quickly, Joaquin put those thoughts on hold and he began running down an alley and began climbing up a fire escape until he reached a cozy studio apartment he’d been renting for years. Inside were a number of art supplies, books, a refrigerator with snack foods and drinks, as well as a TV with a simple gaming console hooked to it. His home away from home.

In the corner rested a red case that Joaquin picked up and laid on the couch. 

I love you, Ma. Hope you aren’t too mad at me for coming back to the hero life.

Upon opening the box, he was greeted with the sight of his hero’s tights, boots, and his red hero’s wig. He removed his shirt and slid on his hero’s wrist straps and began changing into the suit. His superhero alter ego, Jolene Rex, had returned. 

I think I’ve got enough time to clear a whole section of the city. Be a good warm up for Laina.

The spandex like material hugged his hips tightly and accentuated his ass better than anything he ever wore. His physique was on the small side, but it made him able to slip by unnoticed. Enhanced with his demonic side, he was on par with his mother in terms of ability. He definitely outclassed her in power as a single blow was often enough to make lower level thugs surrender. His youth was a major advantage as he was capable of apprehending criminals at a much faster rate than Mamacita. His inhuman endurance also made him able to take punishments that not even the fiercest heroes could take. Before long, he cleared 2 city sectors of various criminals. All of them distracted by his effeminate figure; a fact that he took advantage of, making his hero work much easier. 

After turning the criminals over to the police, he swiftly exited the scene. Very soon Jolene Rex was trending on social media platforms, rejoicing in his comeback. Joaquin donned the hero alter ego, Jolene Rex, during high school in secret, much to his mother’s chagrin, but he wanted to help the family out in any way he could. Eventually, Selena convinced him to retire the Jolene Rex persona, which he did.

However, her absence as Mamacita recently was concerning to the public, so he decided to revive his old persona to take any potential heat off of his mother so that she could phase out her superhero life. 

Back in his studio apartment, Joaquin disrobed and had a quick shower after all the hero work. He didn’t want to show up to Laina’s place not smelling fresh, so he made sure he was fully clean and powdered for his casual lover. He changed up his outfit for her and wore a form fitting, black tanktop and some silky sweatpants. He knew she’d get a kick out of the silk as she always loved the texture anytime he wore it. Noticing his phone on the table next to the couch, he grabbed it and immediately texted Laina.

“Otw babe. Hope I didn’t keep u waiting 2 long.”

“Mmm nope. Just in time. I got u a cute lil outfit I hope u can model for me”

“Is it the anime school girl one?”

“Yep~”

He didn’t even hesitate and quickly made his way to the rooftop to blast off towards Laina’s Lot. The moment he landed, Laina was already waiting for him outside; she’d just locked everything up. Being his fuckbuddy for several months, she knew all about his secret life as Jolene Rex since he’d revealed it to her.

“Heya darlin’, saw ya on the news.”

“Did I look good?”

“Mmm mmm baby you looked divine. Couldn’t wait to get my hands on ya.”

As she expressed this, she grabbed his wrist, pulling him much closer, copping a feel of his plump rear. “Gonna fuck me in that cute ‘lil schoolgirl uniform or what?” She asked him in a very demanding tone. 

“You got it with you, Laina?”

“It’s in the trunk of my hovertruck behind the lot, sexy boi~”

“Go get it then, I’ll-”

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt Laina tug on his arm, pulling him with her as she hurried to the back where she said her vehicle was. She was very giddy and acted almost like a blushing teenager about to have her first experience. He didn’t resist and went along with her as she popped her trunk open to reveal a clean and presses anime schoolgirl outfit.

Quickly, he stripped in front of her and put the outfit on, modeling it for her with the same attitude a young woman would: touching his lips, cocking his hips, and winking his eye. Laina’s face became flushed as she felt him grab hold of her wrists.

“Wanna touch?” He asked her, forcing her hands to touch his ass. She bit her lower lip and pulled his body closer to hers, kissing his soft lips. The couple made out for a long while until Laina pulled away and bent over the hood of her hovertruck. 

“Do me here~ Right now~”

Taken aback and a little uncomfortable, Joaquin refused. “Can’t we go somewhere inside like usual?”

“Ohh don’t backtalk me, Jojo, I said I want you to do me right here and right now~ Don’t you say no to me, boy~”

He very nearly protested until he saw her tug down her tight jean shorts, revealing that ass he loved so much. She was a divine beauty in his eyes and he didn’t waste a second pushing his lengthy, brown cock into her pink cavern.

“Oh baby~! That’s the way~!”

“F-fuck, Laina, you’re a dirty bitch~!”

“Oh, fuck ya~ Call me a dirty bitch you crossdressin’ bitch~!”

Joaquin immediately pumped his hips back and forth, plowing deep into her center as her perky breasts mashed against the hood of her vehicle. 

“Fuck! You get off on this, don’t you?!”

Joaquin didn’t answer her as he was more focused on pleasing his middle aged lover, treating her like the center of his world. Dressed like a woman, but he was pounding her from behind harder than any man that came before. 

“Ooh fuck~ Jojo! Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop! Call me a slutty hoe!”

“Ngh! Damnit! Laina, you’re my slutty hoe!” He declared as he slapped the side of her ass as hard as he could, leaving a red handprint. She cried out as a few tears fell from the corners of her eyes, but she absolutely loved being nasty in a public area. She let him take over as he started slamming his hips into her.

“Ngh! What’s it like being dominated by a femboy in drag, Laina?!”\

“Ah! Ah! Love! It! So! Much!”

With a final thrust, Joaquin shot a huge load inside of her as her pussy clamped down hard, squeezing and milking his cock for more. Both orgasmed together in harmony as their dirty surroundings became tainted with the smell of their sex. 

“Fuck, Jojo… That was perfect… So much better than last time.” purred Laina as she rested her back against his chest. The couple embraced in front of her truck for a few minutes before she pulled herself off him, leaving a nice helping of his seed inside of her.

“Keep this up ‘n you’ll give me a bun in the oven, Jojo.” Said Laina as she patted her belly while he pulled up the underwear that went with the outfit.

“Haha, hope that doesn’t happen. Don’t know if you’d want that.”

As he talked with her, his phone went crazy in his pants. Laina grabbed it from his pocket and checked it for him.

“Jojo, you got a message from an unknown number.”

She tossed him the phone as she pulled her shorts back up. He caught it and opened it immediately and was greeted with a video message. It was grainy and hard to make out, but he saw the form of a tan skinned beauty on her back, lost in pleasure as a familiar voice played in his speakers.

“F-fahuck! I promise! I promise! I’ll be your slut! I’ll be your wife! I’ll be your sub! I’ll be anything you want me to be just fuck me now and make me cum! Please! Please! Please oh god, please!”

Laina’s ears perked as she went to watch it along with him, whistling.

“Damn, you gettin’ some pretty fiery messages, Jojo. Any clue who it is?”

“No, but I can’t help feeling like I know the woman’s voice.”