A man named A.J. Johnson gets more than what he bargains for when he comes into contact with a nasty mother with a nastier proposition.
The locker room smelled like old sweat and industrial cleaner. A.J. pulled his damp shirt over his head, tossing it into his gym bag with one hand while scrolling through his phone with the other. The screen cast a blue glow on his sharp jawline—until a shadow fell across the young 23 year old black American.
Her perfume hit him first—something floral and thick, like roses left too long in a vase. When he looked up, the woman's cleavage filled his vision, barely contained by a straining red workout shirt. She was a white American woman in her late 30s. Her hips swayed as she stepped closer, one manicured nail tapping against the metal locker beside his head.
"Mr. Johnson." Her voice dripped with something between amusement and threat. "You've been awfully "friendly" with my Jamie after practice." Behind her, the door to the showers hissed shut, cutting off any chance of witnesses. A.J. swallowed hard, the taste of stale air catching in his throat. He could see her pulse hammering beneath the delicate gold chain at her neck—or was that his own heartbeat thundering in his ears? The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as her son's name echoed off the tile walls. Friendly? Jamie had just been spotting him on bench presses.
Her fingernail scraped down the locker with a squeak that made his shoulders tense. "Now, I'm not unreasonable," she purred, plush lips curving as her other hand settled on the shelf of her hip. The fabric of her leggings stretched obscenely when she shifted her weight, the outline of her thong visible beneath. "Boys will be boys. But my Jamie? He's got *special* needs." A.J.'s phone slipped from his fingers, clattering against the bench. His mouth went dry as she leaned in, the heat of her body pressing against the chill of the lockers behind him. The scent of her perfume mingled with something muskier underneath—vanilla body lotion and the sharp tang of arousal.
"Special needs," she repeated, dragging a fingertip down his bare chest. It left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "And he's been watching you. All those little glances in the showers." Her laugh was low, throaty, the sound vibrating through A.J.'s ribs. "Don't pretend you haven't noticed how his shorts tent up when you're spotting him."
The AC kicked on, sending a gust of cold air across A.J.'s back as her fingers crept lower, tracing the waistband of his gym shorts. He could feel the damp heat of her breath against his ear when she whispered, "Now here's your choice, baby. Either you teach my boy what to do with that tight round ass of his—" Her other hand cupped his hardening cock through the fabric, squeezing just enough to make his knees wobble. "—or I ride you right here until you forget his name."
Somewhere beyond the locker room, weights clanged against the floor, the sound muffled by the throb of blood in A.J.'s ears. Her thumb rubbed slow circles over the head of his cock now, the friction maddening through the thin material. She tilted her head toward the empty showers where steam still curled from the tiles. "Jamie's already in there," she murmured. "Waiting. Wet. You can hear him if you listen close."
A choked-off moan drifted through the humid air—high and breathy, unmistakable. A.J.'s fingers dug into the bench beneath him, the vinyl squeaking under his grip. The woman's laugh was dark honey as she pressed closer, her nipples stiff against his chest. "See? He's practiced," she whispered. "Just needs a teacher who won't laugh at how pretty he sounds."
Her hand slid inside A.J.'s shorts, calloused fingers wrapping around his cock with terrifying familiarity. The shower hissed louder, and over her shoulder, A.J. caught a glimpse of Jamie's silhouette through the fogged glass—curved hips pressed against the tile, one hand working between his thighs. The woman bit AJ's earlobe hard enough to make him gasp. "Clock's ticking, baby."
Jamie stepped from the steam like some wet dream made flesh, his pale skin in his tiny shorts clinging to every inch of that fat ass A.J.had pretended not to stare at during squats. Water dripped from his swinging ponytail onto shoulders that looked softer than the pink fabric stretched across his chest. "Mom?" His voice cracked higher when he saw A.J.'s cock jutting from her grip, thick veins pulsing under her thumb. The woman didn't turn, just tightened her hold as Jamie's breath hitched. "Teaching manners, sugar." Her 18 year old son's lips—plush and glistening with spit—parted when she jerked A.J.roughly, making his hips buck. Jamie's little shorts darkened at the crotch as he swayed closer, fingers twisting in the hem of his crop top. "He... he doesn't like me like that," Jamie whispered, but the way his eyes drank in A.J.'s twitching cock said otherwise.
Droplets rolled down Jamie's throat when he swallowed, catching in the hollow between his collarbones. The scent of jasmine body wash clung to him, undercut by something saltier where his thighs rubbed together. A.J. could see the outline of Jamie's clit piercing through the spandex, the metal bead pressing insistently against fabric already damp. "Fuck," A.J. gritted out as the woman twisted her wrist, her rings cold against his overheated skin.
Lilith—because apparently that was her name—clicked her tongue. "Uh-uh." Her grip tightened, forcing a groan from A.J.'s chest. "You don't get to come until he does." Jamie whimpered when she jerked her chin toward the bench. His knees hit the vinyl with a slap that echoed louder than it should've, fingers trembling where they hovered over A.J.'s thighs. The kid smelled like panic and coconut conditioner, his breath hitching when A.J.'s cock twitched near his mouth.
"Go on," Lilith murmured, nudging Jamie's chin up with her free hand. "Bet he's saltier than those protein shakes he's always sucking down." Jamie's eyelashes fluttered as he leaned in. "Okay, as long as it'll help with my workout." The first tentative lick along A.J.'s shaft was so warm and wet it made his balls tighten. Lilith's chuckle vibrated through A.J.'s spine when Jamie gagged slightly—not from disgust, but from the sheer girth stretching his lips.
A.J.'s hands fisted in Jamie's damp hair automatically, the strands like silk between his fingers. "Jesus fuck," he hissed when Jamie's tongue found that sensitive spot beneath the head, lapping at precum with a soft, eager noise. The kid's nails dug into A.J.'s thighs, his nose buried in coarse curls as he took another inch. Every shaky exhale from Jamie's nose warmed A.J.'s skin in alternating bursts, the contrast maddening.
Lilith's breasts were a suffocating weight against his back now, her nipples hard even through both layers of fabric. She rolled them slowly against his shoulder blades, chuckling when Jamie gagged again—this time with AJ's cockhead nudging his uvula. "There's my good girl," she crooned, one hand sliding down to squeeze Jamie's plump ass through the soaked shorts. The sound of her palm connecting with that jiggling flesh cracked through the locker room, and Jamie moaned around A.J.'s cock, throat fluttering wildly. "He's so huge, so manly."
A.J. could feel Jamie's tears hot on his thighs, the kid's mascara smearing in streaks down his flushed cheeks. But those fat lips kept working, slurping obscenely as Lilith ground against A.J.'s back. "See how pretty he takes it?" she breathed, her teeth scraping AJ's neck as Jamie's nose finally pressed into his pelvis. The kid's throat convulsed around him, a wet, desperate noise escaping through flared nostrils—then he was pulling off with a gasp, spit and precum stringing between his lips and A.J.'s cock.
Lilith's fingers dug into A.J.'s pecs as she rocked against him, her leggings soaked where his ass met her mound. "Again," she ordered, and Jamie whimpered but dove back in, this time hollowing his cheeks like he'd been taught. AJ could feel the vibrations of Lilith's moans against his spine when Jamie's tongue swirled just right—Christ, the kid *had* practiced. His ponytail swayed with each bob, the ends dripping onto AJ's twitching stomach. "That's right, my boy. Just like we practiced."
The bench squeaked under AJ's grip as Jamie's tongue found that sensitive spot beneath his frenulum, lapping with kittenish precision that had his thighs trembling. Lilith reached around to pinch Jamie's nipple through his crop top, making him arch and whine—the vibration sent AJ's hips jerking forward, his cock sliding deep into that wet heat again. Jamie's eyes rolled back, tears smearing his glittery highlighter as he took it, fingers kneading AJ's quads like he was memorizing the muscle definition.
AJ's orgasm hit like a taser to the spine, his shout bouncing off the lockers as he flooded Jamie's throat. The kid gagged but kept sucking, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed—Lilith's approving hum rumbled against A.J.'s back when Jamie licked his lips clean after pulling off, a strand of cum still connecting his swollen mouth to A.J.s softening cock. "Good boy," she murmured, petting Jamie's flushed cheek. AJ watched, dazed, as Jamie preened under the praise, nuzzling her palm with a shyness that didn't match the obscenity of his spit-slick chin.
The slap came sudden—Lilith's hand cracking across Jamie's ass hard enough to send ripples through his thighs. "Now strip," she ordered, fingers hooking in the waistband of his soaked shorts. Jamie whimpered but stood, peeling the spandex down over the swell of his hips with a wet sound. The shorts pooled around his sneakers, revealing thighs that flexed with every shift of his weight—A.J.'s spent cock twitched at the sight of Jamie's ass, round and high like his mother's, glistening with sweat between the cheeks.
Lilith grabbed a fistful of Jamie's ponytail, yanking his head back until his throat arched. "Bend over that bench," she breathed against his ear, guiding his trembling body forward with her free hand splayed across the small of his back. "Yes, ma'am." he said. Jamie's palms squeaked against the vinyl as he obeyed, his spine dipping into a perfect curve that made his ass jut out—A.J. could see the pucker twitch when Jamie exhaled, still slick from the shower, still pink from the spanking.
"Three hundred pounds on his shoulders every morning," Lilith bragged, dragging a fingernail down the cleft until Jamie shuddered. She pinched one cheek apart, revealing the glistening furl clenching around nothing. "All that training just to take cock better." Jamie whined high in his throat when she spat directly onto his hole, the glob sliding down his perineum as he rocked back instinctively—A.J. could see the kid's tiny cocklet bouncing against his thigh, already leaking onto the bench.
Lilith's breath hitched as she guided A.J. behind her son with both hands on his waist, her rings cold against his abs. "Go on," she urged, pressing A.J.'s hips forward until his spent cock smeared against Jamie's spit-slicked crack. "Feel how strong he is with that huge black dick." Jamie's back muscles rippled when A.J.'s tip caught on his rim, the kid's ponytail whipping as he threw his head back with a gasp. His hole gave way all at once, swallowing A.J. to the hilt with a wet pop that echoed off the showers—years of squats made his muscles clamp down in alternating pulses, milking A.J.'s cock like he'd been bred for it.
"Damn daddy," Lilith moaned, her manicured nails scraping down Jamie's spine as he took each inch. She reached around to pinch both his nipples through the crop top, making his ass clench rhythmically around A.J.'s shaft. "You got a nice big di—" Jamie's sudden grunt cut her off as AJ bottomed out, his balls slapping against the kid's dripping taint. "—er I mean," Lilith corrected with a throaty laugh, grinding her own soaked leggings against A.J.'s thigh. "Crush him, Jamie."
A.J. gasped as Jamie suddenly arched his back, his internal muscles flexing in perfect waves—the kid was fucking *kegeling* his cock with the precision of a trained muscle slut. Droplets of sweat flew from Jamie's trembling shoulders when A.J. pulled back, his hole clinging obscenely until the last second before sucking him back in with a wet squelch. "Oh fuck yeah!" Lilith's fingers twisted in Jamie's ponytail, forcing his head up to watch their reflection in the fogged locker room mirror—A.J. saw the exact moment Jamie noticed how his fat lips stretched around A.J.'s girth, his pink tongue lolling as spit dripped onto the bench.
"That's my strong boy," Lilith panted, her free hand squeezing Jamie's bouncing bitch tit through the damp crop top. Her thumb found his nipple piercing and tugged sharply, making Jamie's thighs quiver and his ass clench like a vise around A.J.'s cock. "Feel how deep he takes you?" she growled in A.J.'s ear, her teeth scraping his lobe. A.J. could only nod, his vision whiting out when Jamie suddenly dropped into a perfect squat, swallowing him to the root—the kid's sneakers squeaked against the tile as he bounced effortlessly, his glutes flexing with each rise and fall.
A high-pitched keen tore from Jamie's throat when A.J. grabbed two handfuls of that jiggling ass, fingers digging into flesh still hot from Lilith's spankings. "Oh shit—" A.J. choked out as Jamie's internal muscles fluttered wildly, the tight suction dragging him toward another orgasm he shouldn't have had in him. Lilith's laugh was dark with arousal when Jamie's hole suddenly spasmed in rhythmic pulses—the kid was milking AJ's cock with trained precision, each contraction timed to the roll of his hips like he'd been programmed for this. "Give me to me, A.J." said Jamie as he bottomed out against his lover's cock.
"You can do it, Jamie. Focus, breathe and own that dick," Lilith purred, her nails scraping down her son's sweat-slick back before giving his ponytail a vicious yank. Jamie's spine arched beautifully, his shoulder blades sharp beneath his crop top as he locked eyes with A.J. in the fogged mirror—those plush lips parted around a gasp when A.J.'s thrusts turned erratic, his balls drawing up tight against Jamie's dripping taint. "That's it, baby, take it all," Lilith crooned, her fingers tracing the stretched rim where A.J.'s cock disappeared into her son's body. "Show him what mommy taught you."
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the locker room, punctuated by Jamie's breathy little "uh-uh-uhs" each time A.J. bottomed out. The kid's thighs trembled, his sneakers sliding on the tile as he pushed back harder, his hole clenching like a greedy fist around A.J.'s cock. Lilith's breath hitched when Jamie suddenly reached back to spread his own cheeks wider, his fingers sinking into the plush flesh—A.J. watched, transfixed, as Jamie's other hand slipped between his legs to rub frantic circles over his swollen cocklet, his moans pitching higher with each stroke.
A.J.'s hips stuttered when Jamie's internal muscles fluttered wildly—the kid was coming untouched, his tiny cock spurting clear strands across the bench as his ass milked A.J. in pulsating waves. "Fuck—fuck, Jamie," A.J. choked out, his fingers bruising Jamie's hips as his own orgasm ripped through him. Jamie's back arched impossibly further, his ponytail whipping as A.J. pumped thick ropes deep inside him, the kid's hole spasming around each pulse like it was trying to suck out every last drop.
Jamie's breath hitched once, twice—then his entire body went limp against the bench, his eyelashes fluttering shut as a dreamy smile spread across his spit-slick lips. A.J. barely caught him before his face hit the vinyl, the kid's warm weight slumping bonelessly in his arms. Lilith's manicured fingers traced the rivulets of cum dripping from Jamie's stretched rim, her laugh husky with pride. "Told you he'd take it pretty," she murmured, smearing A.J.'s release across her son's twitching hole before giving it a possessive slap.
The movement jostled her breasts—those magnificent, swaying mounds that had been taunting A.J. since she cornered him. Before she could react, he buried his face between them, sucking a stiffened nipple through the damp fabric with a hunger that surprised even him. Lilith gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as her back hit the lockers with a metallic bang. "Oh damn—" Her pulse thundered against his tongue when he bit down gently, her thighs clamping around his hip. "I...pushed you too far, didn't I?" Her voice wavered between amusement and breathless shock.
A.J. answered by dragging his teeth across her other nipple, reveling in the way her leggings grew slicker against his thigh. Her scent here was richer—vanilla and salt and something primal that made his cock twitch back to life against Jamie's limp form. Lilith's laugh hitched into a moan when he switched sides, lapping at the hardened peak through her top until the fabric clung transparent. "Fucking—ah—*predator*," she accused, arching into his mouth as her fingers tightened painfully in his hair. The gold chain between her breasts dug into his cheek, swinging wildly with each ragged breath she took. "Funny, given how your freaky ass started this." A. J. said.
He didn't ask before yanking her to her knees, the slap of her palms hitting tile louder than her startled gasp. The air left her lungs in a rush when he fisted her hair, angling her head back until her lipstick smeared across her teeth. "Clean it," A.J. growled, guiding his still-dripping cock toward her painted lips. Lilith's nostrils flared at the mingled scents of her son's spit and A.J.'s cum, her tongue darting out instinctively—then freezing when she caught Jamie's dazed blink over A.J.'s shoulder. For one heartbeat, the locker room held its breath.
Jamie's fingers twitched where they lay limp on the bench, his throat working around a soundless plea. Lilith's eyes locked onto her son's swollen mouth, watching a drop of spend roll down his chin. Her lips parted with a wet pop just as Jamie whimpered "Mommy—", the single word hitting her like a cattle prod. She lunged forward, swallowing A.J. whole with a hunger that made her mascara run, her moans vibrating through his shaft as Jamie's trembling fingers found her cheek.
The scent of her son's arousal still clung to A.J.'s skin—coconut oil and the sharp tang of his pierced cocklet—but Lilith drank it down like communion wine. Her manicure scraped against tile when A.J. thrust deeper, her nose pressing into his pubic hair with each ragged inhale. Jamie's breath hitched as he watched his mother's throat bulge obscenely, her usual dominance crumbling under the animal need to taste where he'd been.
Her mascara streaked black down cheeks gone slack with surrender, the gold hoops at her ears swinging wildly as she gagged around A.J.'s girth. Every choked gasp made Jamie whimper, his spent cock twitching against the bench—she'd never let him see her like this, never let anyone reduce the queen of their household to a sloppy-mouthed mess. Yet here she was, tongue lapping at the underside of A.J.'s cock with desperate little flicks, her knees sliding wider on the tile in unconscious submission. "Why isn't Mommy taking charge?" Jamie said.
Jamie's fingers tangled in his own ponytail, pulling tight as if the pain might explain why she wasn't fighting back. The sharp citrus of her perfume had soured into something muskier, mingling with the stench of sex and sweat clinging to A.J.'s thighs. "Mommy always wins, so why?"" he whispered, watching her manicured nails scrape uselessly at A.J.'s calves—not pushing away, but clinging, like she was afraid he'd stop. The realization hit Jamie like a punch to the gut: she wasn't taking it. She was *begging* for it.
A.J.'s grip on Lilith's hair tightened when she tried to pull back for air, forcing her nose deeper into his curls. Her muffled sob vibrated through his cock, her throat working around him in frantic swallows. Jamie had seen that look on her face before—when she'd lost a court case, when the alimony checks stopped coming—but never with her lipstick smeared across her cheekbones, never with tears streaking her foundation as she gagged on someone else's control. The gold hoops at her ears swung wildly, catching the fluorescent light with each ragged inhale through flared nostrils.
Then A.J. wrenched her head back with a wet pop, spit stringing between her bruised lips and his glistening cock. Before she could gasp, he flipped her onto all fours, the slap of her palms hitting tile louder than her startled yelp. Jamie's breath hitched when A.J. mounted her from behind without preamble, his thick cock spearing into her with one brutal thrust that sent her forearms sliding across the wet floor. Lilith's scream cracked into a moan halfway through, her manicured fingers scrambling for purchase as A.J. set a punishing pace, her swaying tits leaving streaks of condensation on the tile beneath her.
Jamie watched, transfixed, as his mother's usual dominance shattered with each snap of A.J.'s hips—her pleads for him to "slow down, baby" dissolving into wordless keens when he pinned her wrists behind her back. The locker room echoed with the slick slap of flesh, Lilith's ass jiggling with every impact, her teased hair coming undone in sweaty strands that stuck to her trembling lips. Jamie's own spent cock twitched at the sight of her dripping cunt stretched around A.J.'s shaft, her inner thighs glistening where her arousal pooled beneath her.
Lilith's hoarse "fuck!" bounced off the lockers when A.J. suddenly yanked her up by the hair, her spine arching painfully as he pistoned into her from below—Jamie could see the exact moment she realized her son was watching her face twist in pleasure, her mascara-streaked cheeks flushing darker when their eyes met. "Don't—ah!—don't look at mommy like that," she panted, her demand undercut by the way her cunt clenched around A.J.'s cock, milking him with every outward thrust. Jamie's fingers crept between his own legs, smearing the sticky mess A.J. had left inside him as he mirrored his mother's rhythm against his palm. Jamie was fingering himself. "No fair," he whined, grinding his tender rim against the base of his own digits. "I still need to finish my workout." His breath hitched when A.J. slapped Lilith's ass hard enough to leave a hand print.Jamie got up and approached A.J. as manly as he could, naked from the waist down and said "Hey, you jerk. You better lay off or you'll be sorry."
A.J. chuckled darkly, using Jamie's bouncing hips as leverage to piston deeper into Lilith's cunt—the kid's thighs trembled beautifully where they framed his mother's sweat-slick shoulders, his own tiny cocklet bobbing against her neck with each thrust. "Thought you were gonna make me sorry?" A.J. taunted, smearing Jamie's leaking rim with two fingers before plunging them into the kid's mouth. Jamie moaned around the intrusion, his lips stretching obscenely as he sucked them clean, mascara clumping his lashes when he blinked up at A.J. with glassy-eyed submission. A.J. then bit his neck and smacked his ass hard.
Lilith's breath hitched when Jamie suddenly leaned down to drag his tongue along her spine, his spit cooling in the locker room air—then gasped as A.J. yanked her head back by her ponytail, exposing her throat just as Jamie sank his teeth into the meat of her shoulder. "Fuck—both of you—" she panted, her cunt clenching rhythmically around A.J.'s cock, her manicured nails leaving half-moons in Jamie's thighs where she gripped him for balance. She arched backwards, pressing herself deeper onto A.J.'s cock while Jamie licked up the sweat pooling in her collarbones.
Jamie's whimper vibrated against Lilith's skin when A.J. suddenly slapped his ass—hard enough to leave a handprint blooming across one cheek—before gripping him by the hips and using him as leverage to piston into Lilith's dripping cunt. The kid's toes curled against her ribcage, his breath coming in quick little gasps as his pierced cocklet smeared precome across her shoulder blades with each thrust. "Damn, I'm cumming," Lilith choked out, her thighs trembling violently as her orgasm ripped through her, "You're a beast—" Her words dissolved into a moan when Jamie's fingers twisted in her hair, forcing her head back further as A.J.'s hips snapped forward one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside her.
Lilith collapsed face-first onto the tile, her cheek pressed against the cool surface as A.J. dragged his softening length from her ruined cunt with a wet pop."Fuck, I've woken up an animal who won't stop until his balls are drained," she panted, watching Jamie's trembling fingers smear their mingled fluids across her twitching belly. She tried to gather herself. "Jamie is under his spell. The only way to win is to out-fuck this guy."
A.J. then grabbed Lilith and put her in a reverse cowgirl position, guiding her hips down onto his cock with a wet squelch that made Jamie whimper from the bench. "Okay, last chance," Lilith gasped, her manicured fingers digging into A.J.'s thighs as she hovered above him, her cunt fluttering around his thickness. "Quit now and we'll forget this all happened." The threat would've held weight if her voice hadn't cracked on "happened," her swollen lips trembling when A.J. suddenly thrust upward, spearing her deeper with a grunt.
Jamie watched, transfixed, as his mother's facade crumbled—her usual dominance reduced to shuddering breaths and shaky thighs, her perfect ponytail now a tangled mess stuck to her sweat-slicked back. She tried to roll her hips with some semblance of control, but A.J. gripped her waist and took over, his thrusts turning her attempted rhythm into jerky, uncontrolled bounces that sent her tits swaying wildly. "You're bluffing," A.J. growled, his hands sliding up to squeeze her breasts roughly, thumbs brushing over her stiffened nipples. "You don't want this to stop any more than he does."
Jamie's lips curled into a smirk as he swung a leg over A.J.'s face, lowering himself until his swollen rim hovered just above his lover's mouth—still stretched and glistening from their earlier encounter. "He's right, mom," Jamie purred, his voice dripping with a newfound confidence as he settled his full weight onto A.J.'s tongue. "Also, this whole thing was your fault." His breath hitched when A.J.'s hands came up to grip his thighs, thumbs pressing into the lingering handprint bruises as that wicked tongue lapped at his tender entrance.
Lilith's moan strangled in her throat when Jamie suddenly rocked forward, grinding his dripping hole against A.J.'s face while she watched—her own hips stuttering mid-bounce as she realized her son was using A.J.'s tongue with the same practiced precision she'd taught him for cock. The scent of sex and sweat filled the humid air as Jamie's fingers tangled in A.J.'s hair, his thighs trembling with each wet swipe that sent shocks of pleasure up his spine. "Oh god—" Lilith gasped, her cunt clenching around A.J.'s cock as her son arched beautifully above him, his ass flexing as he worked himself into a rhythm.
"Yeah that's right kiddo," Lilith panted, her manicured nails digging into Jamie's bouncing thighs. "Smother him with your boy pussy." The vulgar praise sent Jamie whimpering, his hips moving faster as he fucked himself on A.J.'s tongue, his pierced cocklet bobbing with each movement. Lilith watched, mesmerized, as her son's plush lips parted around silent moans, his lashes fluttering when A.J.'s nose brushed against his taint—the sight so lewd it made her own orgasm creep closer with each sloppy sound Jamie's hole made against A.J.'s mouth.
Jamie's breath hitched when Lilith suddenly bent forward, her sweat-slick tits pressing against his back as she whispered filth in his ear—her words dripping with honeyed venom as she described exactly how depraved he looked riding A.J.'s face. The dual stimulation proved too much; Jamie's thighs trembled violently as his tiny cocklet spasmed, clear strands arcing onto A.J.'s chest while his ass clenched around the tongue buried inside him. The sudden contraction sent Lilith over the edge—her cunt pulsed around A.J.'s cock in rhythmic waves, her scream muffled against Jamie's shoulder as her nails left crescent moons in his skin.
A.J. groaned into Jamie's quivering hole when Lilith's internal muscles milked his cock with ruthless efficiency, his hips bucking upward involuntarily as his orgasm tore through him. Hot ropes painted Lilith's spasming walls, her body greedily sucking every drop deeper as she collapsed against Jamie's back—both adults shuddering in tandem while Jamie whimpered between them, oversensitive and trembling from the aftershocks. Lilith's gold hoops swung wildly with each ragged breath, her lips brushing Jamie's earlobe as she murmured, "That's right baby...mommy's full of him now."
Jamie's eyelashes fluttered when A.J.'s tongue lapped lazily at his abused rim—the faintest flicker of stimulation making his spent cocklet twitch pathetically against his thigh. He could feel Lilith's cunt still fluttering around A.J.'s softening length beneath him, her sticky wetness dripping down to mingle with the mess on A.J.'s stomach. "Still want me to lay off?" A.J. rasped, his voice rough as he gently squeezed Jamie's bruised hips—the kid's answering whimper got lost in Lilith's possessive kiss when she turned Jamie's face toward her.
The scent of sex was overwhelming now—sweat and musk and the tang of Lilith's arousal still clinging to A.J.'s cock where it lay half-hard inside her. Jamie watched, dazed, as she reached between her trembling thighs to gather a slick mixture of their releases on her fingers, her pupils dilating when she brought them to her swollen lips. "Guess I lost," she murmured against Jamie's mouth before sucking her fingers clean with a filthy pop—the admission sending an unexpected thrill down Jamie's spine.
The locker room door squeaked open with an almost mocking slowness, the humid air chilling abruptly as Monica's stiletto heels clicked against the tile like a metronome counting down disaster. Jamie froze mid-kiss, his breath hitching against Lilith's lips as recognition flashed through her darkened eyes—Monica's silhouette was unmistakeable, her curves accentuated by a barely-there sports bra that barely contained her heavy breasts, the matching booty shorts riding up just enough to showcase the hypnotic sway of her hips. She was a stunning black woman in her late 30s and Lilith's gym rival. Beside her was her trans daughter Maya and just as thick and juicy at age 21. Maya's tongue swiped over her plump lips as she took them all in with predatory amusement, her sculpted thighs tensing beneath sheer fishnets.
"Damn, Lilith. I guess your white ass has found your calling: The gym cumdump." Monica's voice dripped with amusement as she stepped further into the locker room, her hips swaying with each click of her stilettos. Maya followed close behind, her painted nails tracing the outline of her own plump lips as she took in the sweaty, spent trio—A.J.'s cock still glistening with Lilith's juices, Jamie's trembling thighs stained with their mingled releases, and Lilith's usually perfect ponytail now a tangled mess. The fluorescent lights caught the gold hoops in Maya's ears as she chuckled, her voice a sultry purr. "Looks like Mommy's little sissy finally got his cherry popped properly."
Lilith and Jamie were too exhausted to respond. Maya's fingers trailed down her fishnet-clad thighs before suddenly gesturing toward A.J.'s softening length with a smirk. "Wait, momma. Look at his thing," she said, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Monica took noticed at his monster too before A.J. got up and approached them. Monica's stiletto scraped tile as she crouched with predatory grace, her manicured nails hovering inches from A.J.'s spent cock—still glistening with Lilith's juices and twitching faintly under their scrutiny. "Damn," she breathed, her hot exhale making the sensitive flesh quiver, "He want us both now." she said both shocked and helpless. A.J. chose Monica first. Monica would do anything to outdo Lilith, including taking dick. So she stood her ground and let A.J. have his way with her. "Maya, you sit and watch. I'll handle this."
Monica's breath hitched as his rough hands grabbed her plump hips, spinning her around to face the lockers before she could protest. The cold metal bit into her bare skin as he yanked her fishnet-clad thighs apart with a brutal efficiency that sent her stilettos skidding across the tile. "Wait—" she gasped, but the word dissolved into a moan when his thick cockhead caught on her dripping entrance, her body betraying her with an eager clench around nothing. Maya's gasps echoed behind them as Monica arched against the lockers, her manicured fingers scrambling for purchase while A.J. lined himself up—she could feel Lilith's smirk burning into her back hotter than the shame curling in her gut.
The first thrust knocked the air from Monica's lungs, her glossy lips parting around a soundless scream as he split her open with one brutal stroke. Her heavy tits swayed violently against the locker door with each punishing snap of his hips, the rhythmic *clang* drowning out Maya's excited whispers as she played with her cock. "That's it, bitch—take it like the slut you are," A.J. growled against the back of Monica's neck, his teeth sinking into her shoulder just as she felt him bottom out. Her vision whited out momentarily—she'd meant to out-fuck Lilith, not get reduced to a drooling mess pinned against gym equipment—but the way her cunt fluttered around his girth betrayed her real intentions.
Monica's stiletto slipped in a puddle of Lilith's spend as she tried to push back against him, her trembling thighs betraying her despite the defiance in her voice: "You call *that*—oh fuck—handling me?" The taunt earned her a sharp smack across the ass that sent ripples through her jiggling cheeks, the pain mingling deliciously with the stretch of him rearranging her insides. Behind them, Maya's breathy moans filled the humid air as she stroked herself faster, her fishnets ripping at the seams when she spread her thighs wider—never taking her eyes off where Monica's swollen lips clung obscenely to A.J.'s cock with each withdrawal. A.J. hammered Monica's pussy as she came. He kept fucking her as Maya watched and played with herself so hard, you'd think her goodies would start a fire. But she nearly lost her senses when she witnessed A.J. cum directly in her mother's pussy.
Maya's resolve shattered with a whimper when A.J. suddenly pulled out completely, Monica's desperate cry of protest drowned out by the slick *pop* of separation. Before anyone could react, Maya lunged forward on her knees, her tongue dragging along his shaft with feverish hunger as she lapped up the mixture of Monica's arousal and Lilith's lingering juices. "Fuck, she's *eating* him!" Jamie gasped, his cocklet twitching against his thigh as Maya's plump lips formed a tight seal around A.J.'s base, her nose pressing into Monica's dripping folds as she sucked them clean with pornographic enthusiasm. Even Lilith's jaw dropped at the sight—her rival's daughter worshiping A.J.'s cock like a starved thing, her manicured hands gripping his thighs hard enough to leave crescent marks.
Monica's legs nearly gave out when Maya suddenly moaned around A.J.'s cock, the vibrations traveling straight to her oversensitive clit as he thrust shallowly into her daughter's waiting mouth. "Oh god—babygirl, *no*—" Monica choked out, her fingers tangling in Maya's hair—whether to pull her away or hold her closer, she couldn't decide. The decision was stolen when A.J. suddenly grabbed Maya by the nape and yanked her upward, his swollen tip painting her chin with thick strands of Monica's release. "Your turn," he growled, flipping Maya onto her back with surprising gentleness before spreading her fishnet-clad thighs wide—Monica watched, transfixed, as her daughter's ass glistened under the fluorescent lights, her entrance fluttering visibly in anticipation.
Maya's gasped "fuck me" dissolved into a scream when A.J. sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, her back arching off the tile as her fishnets ripped completely at the seams. Monica's knees hit the floor beside them, her manicured nails digging into Maya's hips as she watched her daughter's tight ass stretch obscenely around A.J.'s girth—the sight so lewd it sent fresh arousal dripping down Monica's trembling thighs. "Look at you," Monica panted, her voice rough as she traced Maya's quivering belly, "Taking it like a goddamn whore." Maya could only whimper in response, her plump lips parted around silent pleas as A.J. set a relentless pace, each thrust sending her bouncing tits swaying hypnotically.
"Does my pussy feel better, master?" Maya asked, her voice breaking on the honorific as A.J.'s cockhead kissed her deepest spot with bruising precision. Monica's breath hitched—hearing her usually bratty daughter beg like this sent an unexpected thrill down her spine—but A.J. just smirked, his fingers tightening around Maya's throat as he leaned down to lick a stripe up her sweat-slicked collarbone. "Tighter," he rasped against her skin, his hips snapping forward to emphasize the point, "But your mom's got that *experienced* grip." Maya's answering sob turned into a moan when Monica suddenly pressed two fingers against her clit, rubbing rough circles that matched A.J.'s ruthless rhythm.
The locker room echoed with the wet slap of skin on skin as Maya's orgasm crested unexpectedly—her thighs clamping around A.J.'s waist like a vise while her cunt pulsed around him in desperate little clenches. Monica watched, fascinated, as her daughter's entire body seemed to short-circuit, her back arching off the tile while silent screams shaped her glossy lips. A.J. didn't let up—if anything, his thrusts grew more brutal, using Maya's convulsing body as nothing more than a warm sleeve to chase his own release. "That's it," Monica murmured, her own fingers drifting between her legs, "Take it all like a good girl." The praise sent fresh tremors through Maya's spent body.
Maya's vision blurred when A.J. suddenly flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out—her cheek pressed against the cold tile as he hiked her fishnet-clad hips higher, the torn fabric clinging to her sweaty thighs while he re-sheathed himself to the hilt. The change in angle had his cockhead grinding against spots that made white fireworks explode behind her eyelids, her drool pooling beneath her as she lost the ability to form words. Behind her, A.J.'s growl vibrated through her spine—"Gonna fill this slutty cunt"—before his pace turned erratic, his fingers bruising her hips as he pistoned into her with single-minded focus.
Monica's breath caught when she saw the exact moment A.J.'s control snapped—his rhythm stuttered, his head thrown back as his balls tightened visibly against Maya's dripping folds. Maya whimpered brokenly beneath him, her ass clenching in involuntary little pulses that milked him deeper, her swollen lips clinging obscenely to his shaft with each withdrawal. The first rope hit her cervix with enough force to make her toes curl, the subsequent pulses flooding her channel with wet heat that leaked down her trembling thighs almost immediately. Maya's sob turned into a moan when her 5 inch cock started cumming as well. Monica bit her lip watching Maya's ruined hole gape around nothing as A.J. withdrew, his spent cock glistening with her daughter's arousal. Maya rolled over and played with herself satisfied with an ass pussy filled with cum. Lilith and Jamie checked out A.J.'s handiwork on Maya's wrecked hole before he disappeared.
Months later, Lilith's manicured nails drummed against her swollen belly, the fabric of her maternity dress straining over the undeniable proof of A.J.'s virility as she glared across the ultrasound room at Monica. "At least my baby won't come out looking like a linebacker," Lilith sneered, her free hand possessively cupping the curve where their son had kicked just moments ago—tiny but strong, if the bruises on her ribs were any indication. Monica just smirked, arching her back to accentuate her own massive bump that stretched her silk blouse to near-transparency, the outline of stretchmarks peeking beneath the hem. "Honey, my girl's *already* got his daddy's stamina—kicks so hard my nipples leak," she purred, deliberately rolling her shoulders to make her heavy breasts sway.
Jamie on the other hand was kind of over it. Beside him, Maya was of the same mind. Good dick was nice but this is ridiculous. "You want to get a milkshake?" Jamie turned and said "Oh yeah."