Mom's 34Gcup tits vs Gary the Destroyer
At her age of forty two, Janine was apparently no Miss Universe but she did well to keep herself in shape. She was a picture perfect mulatto, above average in height, standing at 160cm. She had long, thick long brunette hair that grazed the swell of her hips whenever she let them down. Her face was angulated and attractive, dotted by beads of deep brown eyes and kissable lips. Her breasts, although sagging a little bit when she was naked, still defied the laws of gravity and conspicuously poked out of whatever outfit she had on. Possessing such large 34G tits was definitely something Janine was proud of, as the nonstop stares and drools she got whenever she stepped out into her suburban neighborhood made case that her tits were one of her best features. A single mother, Janine knew she was the nightmare of other housewives as she possessed a voluptuous quantity in the ass department as well, with both cheeks sitting firmly at the top of her long toned legs that stretched and glowed endlessly to her feet.
“Mom can I take my bike out now?” asked Jeremy, Janine’s thirteen year old son.
“Are you done with your chores yet?” Janine asked her son.
“Yes,” he replied hesitantly.
“Yes what?” Janine quipped.
“Yes mommy,” replied a now seemingly frustrated Jeremy as he just wanted to so desperately ride his bike far out into the woods on this bright summer weekend.
“Make sure you’re back before lunch,” Janine instructed.
“Okay mom,” Jeremy replied, and in a flash he was out the back door and into the garage, pulling out his BMX bike that leaned on the wall.
Jeremy was a four foot, brown skin, skinny kid who barely had friends in this white suburban neighborhood in which he and his mom lived in, he knew the kids made fun of him when they saw him in the streets and in school as well. The notorious leader of his pack of tormentors was a Caucasian kid named Gary and although both of them were almost age mates, separated by a few months apart, ‘Gary the destroyer’ as he was fondly called by his mates and loyalists, was quite muscular and tall for his age, with pearly blue eyes and blonde locks, it was obvious he enjoyed a growth spurt most kids his age silently envied, Jeremy included.
Gary got all the girls at school and was included in sporting activities Jeremy could only spectate at, as he was a total flop even in gym class. Jeremy once remembered his mom asking him why he doesn’t play any sport at school and when he couldn’t give her a decent reply, she chastised him on how he sucked at being a boy and should have been a sissy girl instead. He remembered crying all night in his room from how humiliated his mother had made him feel that day.
Jeremy began pedaling his bike slowly at first and grimaced as he felt a sharp pain in his right elbow, a souvenir from being roughed up and slammed against the locker by Gary earlier in the week at school. Gary took delight in humiliating Jeremy whenever he had the chance, from pissing on his lunch, to shoving his head down the school toilet while barking humiliatingly degrading words at him, most times with a sprinkle of racial and homophobic slurs. There was no end to Gary’s humiliation antics and Jeremy was weary to stay clear from him as he didn’t have the muscle to stand for himself against this bully from hell.
Jeremy pedaled faster as he swerved the bike onto the narrow patch of dirt road that led into the woods, he had been riding for about twenty minutes when something caught his eye and he repeatedly tapped on the handle brake, slowing down his bike while inching it closer to the edge of a ridge that looked over a lake in the woods where he could see a couple of teenage white boys, smoking on cigarettes and passing around a bottle of beer amidst themselves. He recognized some of them from his school and neighborhood, while he couldn’t place the rest. He heard a giggle and noticed for the first time a girl was among them and one of the boys, who was now shirtless, had his hands up her silk white gown as the other boys ogled and cheered them on, obviously intoxicated by their underage act of debauchery.
Jeremy was haplessly transfixed to the spot he observed them from, as one of the boys got up from a log, burning cigarette between his lips and unfastened the shoulder strap of the girls gown, freeing her perky tits and stiff nipples in the wind as she shrieked and moaned while the other boy continued working his fingers in between her legs. Jeremy could feel his pants prop up in a tent as apart from the pornographic videos he furiously jerked off to every night, he had never seen a girls bare tits in real life, he could feel his blood pressure rise and half wondered if his sugar level was low.
“Fuck yes!” Shrieked the blonde teen being worked on by one of the boys as her body began to quake, a ravishing orgasm coursing through her small frame as she leaned against the tree behind her for support, and spread her legs apart.
“Haha, get her off,” another of the teenage boys cheered as he pulled out his phone and began taping the act. Jeremy had slowly began to rub on his boner through the fabric of his sweatpants as his heart beat quickened and his breath shortened.
“You sick perverted gay nigga!”
Jeremy swung around to the familiar voice that thundered behind him as his eyes grew wide, regarding the imposing frame of Gary behind his bike and before he could make any move, Gary, with all his might, yanked the bike painfully from under Jeremy as his boner hit the handle bars and he let out a sharp cry, rolling on the ground.
“Gary, is that you?” One of the boys asked from below,
“Yes,” Gary replied as he looked down at them, “and apparently we’ve got a spectator,” he said as he dragged Jeremy by his shirt collar on the rough patch of dirt road and tossed him down the ridge, watching him tumble all the way down. Jeremy let out a cacophony of loud frightened noises as his body grazed against shrubs and twigs before he finally landed on his face right in front of the teenage girl as she adjusted her strap and covered her tits.
“Motherfucker ruined the fun,” one of the teenage boys let out frustratingly.
“The nigga’s definitely gonna pay for it,” said Gary, now making his way down the ridge through a rough slope, hidden in the trees which served as their entry and exit aisle to this rendezvous spot.
“On your knees you watermelon loving nigger,” Gary barked at Jeremy who was now writhing in pain as the other teenage boys, numbering five or six, he couldn’t tell, circled around him laughing, while the girl leaned on the tree, giggling occasionally as she regarded Jeremy with pity. Jeremy began sobbing as he propped himself up painfully, getting on all fours as tears began to stream down his face.
“Oh that’s how you want it bitch boy?” Gary screamed at him, increasing his pace as he approached Jeremy half running and delivered a rib crushing kick to Jeremy’s lower torso. Jeremy let out a howl and collapsed on his side as his body writhed in uncontrollable pain and he felt his intestines knot tightly in his stomach he thought they were going to explode out of him.
“Did you drag him all the way from his house?” one of the boys whose name Jeremy had already registered as Phil asked Gary.
“Matter of fact, I wish I did,” Gary replied, not taking his scornful eyes off Jeremy curled up in a ball on the ground, trashing in pain on the dirt ground, “I caught the dick-less nigga spying on you guys from up there,” he added.
“He must have been following us around, listening in on all our conversations about meeting with chicks, trying to bust a pathetic nut,” one of the other boys chimed in to a resounding laughter from the rest of the group, Gary and the awfully quiet girl included.
“Is that so bitch nigga, you’ve been stalking me and my boys around town?” Gary asked, grabbing a handful of Jeremy’s afro hair and pulling him up by them as Jeremy cried out, helplessly trashing his arms around.
“Please Gary, I was just riding through the woods when I stumbled on you guys, I promise I won’t tell,” Jeremy let out with a whimper as he grimaced in pain.
“You know better than to go running your mouth about me you worthless piece of shit,” Gary sneered back at him, “and what did I tell you last time about addressing me properly?” Gary shot at him.
“I’m sorry Gary the destroyer,” Jeremy let out in a whimper as the observant group erupted in laughter again and thankfully, Gary laughed too, yanking Jeremy violently to the ground on his face as he pulled away from his hair.
Gary walked over to the girl and whispered something in her ear which made her giggle as she bent down to take off her soaked panties and hand them over to him.
“Open wide nigga!” Gary commanded as he approached Jeremy with the soaked panties in his left hand, shoving it roughly into Jeremy’s mouth.
Jeremy was taken aback by the sheer saltiness and wetness of the piece of lingerie and began swinging his head from side to side defiantly while an insistent Gary shoved them further down his throat. Jeremy threw his hands violently and he heard Gary scream as he accidentally got him in the eye, upon realizing this, Jeremy spat out the panties and bolted away, climbing his way roughly to the top of the ridge, through the path he saw Gary come down from earlier.
“Get him!” Gary thundered at the group as he clutched the left side of his now red face. The group tore after Jeremy like a pack of wolves at the order of the alpha and Jeremy knew that if he was to get caught by any of them, he’d be as good as dead for daring to lift a finger against Gary the destroyer. Jeremy’s heart pounded loudly as he scuffled his way to his bike and kicked it frustratingly as he realized Gary had stabbed and ripped open both of the tires, he was now even scared as he realized Gary carried around a pocket knife.