One last chapter. I think this story came out pretty good all things considered. Home invasion will be next, quite a different story than I've ever had done.

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Back in Marissa's room, the beautiful latina woman was sound asleep. However, Kevin was wide awake. He slowly got off the bed and made his way to Marissa's plump derriere. Kevin gingerly lifted her sleeping gown over her buttocks, revealing a massive expanse of bare, tan skin. "Damn..." thought Kevin.

"Her ass is enormous! Too bad Henry isn't here to enjoy it, he's such an asshole, but this'll do nicely," he chuckled. He began squeezing, kneading, and slapping the huge globes playfully, testing out the weight and shape of each butt cheek. He loved how the smooth, silky texture of her flesh felt beneath his fingertips.

"Such a perfect ass, and it smells so good, I thought asses were stinky!" he praised. He grabbed one of the pillows, using it to prop her rear high enough for him to crawl underneath and begin licking at her anus eagerly.

After minutes of teasing with his tongue, Kevin reached into her pussy and extracted her juices. He spread the clear liquid all over Marissa's anal opening, lubricating the tiny hole with saliva mixed with fluids. As he pushed harder into her rectum, her body responded automatically by loosening its resistance, allowing him greater access inside.

Kevin pushed two fingers deep inside of Marissa's backdoor, pumping them rapidly. Her vaginal walls clenched around his hand and she released another stream of wetness. Kevin rubbed her clit repeatedly with his thumb, making her arch her back even more and tighten around his digits. Somehow the woman remained asleep through this.

Eventually Kevin inserted a third finger. At the feeling of being stretched out so deeply, Marissa woke up. But instead of protesting she moaned and squirmed, pushing her hips against his thrusting hand, silently begging for more friction. Soon, Marissa began riding his hand roughly, forcing his knuckles into the depths of her anal cavity. Kevin's other hand groped and pawed at the heavy flesh of her ample breast as she humped his palm fiercely, trying desperately to reach climax.

"Oh baby, stop, this isn't right," cried Marissa, breaking free from the spell as Kevin worked his fourth digit into her slippery, gaping hole.

"Mmmmmm yes! Do it mama, I know this feels good! Keep going and we can cum together!" encouraged Kevin. He leaned forward and suckled on her nipple, lightly nipping at the erect bud with his teeth. This caused a flood of slick fluids to drip out of her slit onto his wrist and down his arm. Marissa shuddered, unable to deny her growing passion and excitement. She arched into him, gasping and whimpering with pleasure.

Kevin bit her swollen nipple again, harder this time, making it ache pleasurably.

"No hijo please, Henry might hear us."

"Who cares about stupid little Henry! Fuck him, mama, let's just enjoy ourselves and forget about everyone else," urged Kevin impatiently. He pulled her pouty tits out of his mouth and slapped her tit. Marissa moaned in ecstasy, shuddering again from the intense stimulation. Kevin bent over her torso, stretching his mouth wide open and biting into the soft underside of her enormous jugs.

"Oh god! Mierda!" Marissa shrieked. Kevin pinched her sensitive nipples viciously, twisting them roughly in his fingertips as he held onto her big breast firmly, pulling them forward. Marissa whined and struggled weakly, but Kevin refused to release her breasts from his bruising grasp.

"Your ass is so perfect, mami. I'm gonna fuck it so hard!" growled Kevin aggressively.

Marissa flinched fearfully, realizing where Kevin's erection was aimed at. "Papi, don't do this, por favor!" begged Marissa desperately, starting to sob uncontrollably. "You're hurting me."

"Shut up puta! Take your punishment," demanded Kevin, ignoring Marissa's pitiful attempts at reasoning and instead smacking her ass with all his strength. He raised his hand high above her head and delivered a powerful blow to her backside, causing Marissa to yelp loudly. Her ass wobbled like a bowl of jello.

The sharp sting of his palm landing against her raw flesh sent a searing jolt through her body. Marissa cried out in pain and tried to escape.

But Kevin kept hitting her firm butt until her entire ass was a rosy pink shade and she was sobbing heavily. The impact of each hit vibrated throughout her entire frame, making her lose control and begin convulsing and spasming, arching her back frantically, desperately trying to get away from him. Marissa begged him to stop, promising not to say anything.

"Yes bitch! That's it, beg for me to fuck you! Beg for it!" commanded Kevin sadistically. Marissa did just as instructed, pleading with Kevin to take her ass, promising to be a good girl and obey his every word. Kevin grinned triumphantly at having complete power over Marissa, completely at his mercy and under his total control. He knew he had gotten rid of Henry by playing off her motherly instincts, and he would continue exploiting that weakness whenever necessary.

Kevin finally shoved Marissa's face into her bedsheets to muffle her screams. "Now it's time to give you a real man," Kevin declared possessively, and with that he penetrated the sobbing mess of a woman beneath him, easily sliding his throbbing cock past her ruined anus. He spread her huge cheeks apart and pumped his dick mercilessly, reveling in the hotness of her insides, the heat of her body engulfing him whole. "So fucking tight," groaned Kevin, pushing himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. He fucked her at a steady rhythm, driving his thick shaft fully in and out of her clenching walls. His hands dug into her firm flesh as she bucked beneath him violently, struggling to escape him.

Eventually though, her legs gave way and she collapsed lifelessly in defeat. Her body shook and writhed helplessly on top of him, wracked with waves of intense pleasure, unable to fight the pressure building in her belly, forcing itself upon her.

She climaxed, screaming loudly as the powerful orgasm tore through her muscles and nerves. Her vaginal spasms milked his member relentlessly, making Kevin explode deep within her. He filled her with ropes of cum, flooding her insides, overflowing with fluid. Some escaped from around his cock, dripping from her swollen lips and coating his scrotum. He withdrew from her pussy, letting her juices run down her thighs before ramming his meat back into her abused backhole.

They climaxed several more times before Kevin eventually pulled out of Marissa, leaving her stretched-open asshole leaking out large amounts of seed. Her cunt was gaping just as widely and still drenched in semen. Her eyelids fluttered tiredly as she mumbled incoherently under her breath, trying to regain herself.

After gathering himself and fixing his appearance, Kevin walked back to Marissa's bed, wiping her off gently and lifting her back under the covers, admiring his work. With a pleased smirk on his face, he leaned down to whisper seductively into her ear.

"I love you, Mama Marissa. You belong to me now. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Henry woke up completely disheveled, feeling like he may have slept through an atomic bomb dropping given how he felt.

"Jeez, I got knocked out, I should have checked on my mom's door again," he complained aloud to himself.

After he brushed his teeth and fixed himself a light breakfast, he made his way towards Marissa's bedroom. He opened it slowly and peered inside. The room was dark due to the curtains blocking out the bright rays of the sun. No one was inside, but the sheets were still messy, very strange for his mom to leave them that way. Henry looked at the sheets and saw a whole splattering of liquid on them, some clear and some milky white.

"What the hell?" thought Henry. He sniffed it. "Is that...cum? What the fuck? There's a ton!" Henry touched the spot with his finger and smelled it. It was definitely sperm. "This wasn't here last night, I don't get it." Suddenly something caught his eyes.

A phone, most likely Kevin's phone. Henry picked it up and went through his photos. Almost all of them were pictures of Marissa, some shirtless, others nude. "What the fuck?! Mom didn't send these did she? Was she trying to tease him or something?"

He scrolled through some of the videos. Henry recognized his house, but the video was blurry. In fact everything looked blurry aside from certain parts of his mother, like her face or tits. The sound was also muffled. He heard his mother say things, but they sounded like gibberish.

"Damn it, it looks like he took a video of himself jacking off in here. Maybe he masturbated and came all over her bedsheets and wiped his jizz on her blankets? Sick bastard," grumbled Henry.

He deleted the video and returned the phone to his mom's nightstand.

"Yeah there's no way mom let him do anything to her. She hates white boys."

Henry suddenly remembered his conversation with Kevin last night and instantly became irritated.

"If only I wasn't such a loser and told him to fuck off the first day we moved here I wouldn't be dealing with this shit. Now that he has her wrapped around his finger he might start putting the moves on her again soon. God fucking dammit, what a dumbass."

Henry knew Kevin could make his life a living hell if he kept pursuing his mother. He contemplated doing something about it, but felt too powerless.

Downstairs Kevin came into view as he walked toward him.

"Yo Henry, you done jerking off? Your mom is making us pancakes, you can come help," remarked Kevin smugly.

Henry wanted nothing more than to punch his teeth in, but knew it'd only result in his inevitable loss. He decided to avoid fighting him for now and followed Kevin downstairs.

"That's real funny, considering you're the nasty fuck who jerked off my mom's bedsheets! Can't believe you're such a creep!" snarled Henry. "You can jerk yourself off all you want, but that's not going to change the fact you will never touch my mom, freak!"

"Maybe I already did. What are you gonna do about it, punk?" retorted Kevin.

"Fuck you, Kevin!" roared Henry angrily.

"Hijos! Breakfast is almost ready!" called out Marissa from the kitchen.

"Don't get angry with me, kid. You're just mad because your mom prefers me," Kevin said threateningly, jabbing his finger in Henry's face, "and you need to learn to stop being a little bitch and show some respect!"

Henry backed away and stood by silently, fuming as Kevin started talking to his mom cheerfully. "Thanks mamá Marissa. Breakfast looks great!"

"Anything for my special guest hijo! Come sit down." Marissa greeted him enthusiastically, placing an arm affectionately around his shoulder.

Kevin sat beside Henry on the opposite side of the table. Henry watched intently as his mom laid a plate full of thick pancakes covered in maple syrup down in front of him. Marissa patted Kevin's head lovingly and smiled brightly before serving him the same.

Kevin dug into his pancakes ravenously, relishing the warm, buttery taste. Henry chewed his food grumpily, barely tasting the meal his mom had prepared, refusing to look at either her or Kevin.

After devouring half of his portion, Kevin swallowed loudly. He looked at the gorgeous latina woman standing over him and smirked lecherously, admiring her curves from behind.

"These pancakes are so soft and chewy! Thank you for making them, Marissa. But, uh..." Kevin paused briefly, casting a sidelong glance at Henry, who seemed oblivious to his gaze, too engrossed with his plate to notice, "I'm still hungry." Kevin trailed off, licking his lips suggestively, letting his words hang ominously in the air as he eyed her hungrily.

"Sorry hijo. Let me check the fridge and see what else I can make for ya!" said Marissa kindly. She walked over to the refrigerator, bending down low as she searched the shelves inside for any leftovers, exposing her luscious backside to Kevin's lustful stare. Henry watched enviously from across the counter, knowing she was getting ogled by Kevin.

Henry could not help but wonder just how much of Kevin's disgusting perversion Marissa knew about. "Shit," he cursed internally, "how far did this thing go between them?"

Kevin walked up behind Marissa and pressed his body against hers, sandwiching her between him and the cold refrigerator. He placed both palms firmly on her hips and squeezed tightly, trapping her body in place. Kevin wrapped an arm around her waist and drew his face close to her neck, inhaling deeply, savoring the smell.

"No hijo, not in front of Henry please. You guys are friends," she protested half-heartedly, her voice wavering nervously.
Kevin ignored her pleas, instead turning his attention to her exposed cleavage peeking out of her tight-fitting tank top, licking along the creamy expanse of her chest. The feeling of Kevin's hot tongue sliding over her skin sent shivers down her spine.

"Oh, my poor hijo is still so hungry! Does this empty pit inside of me make you horny?" asked Marissa teasingly, grinding her hips back against his bulge. Kevin groaned softly, pressing his erection harder against her rear as he continued sucking on her succulent flesh, drawing it between his teeth.

Back in the dining room, Henry could hear his mom and Kevin but couldn't see them due to the cooking table blocking the view. All he knew was that Kevin had his paws all over his mom, and no matter how much Henry prayed it would stop, it never did.

"Please don't, Henry will hear!" begged Marissa.

But instead of stopping, Kevin chuckled wickedly and bit down viciously at the base of her neck, earning a pained squeal from the unsuspecting female. "It seems like you're just pretending, mamacita!" taunted Kevin maliciously, "If you didn't want this then why do I find you so aroused?" He emphasized this statement by rubbing his hand over her damp panties.

"No, please wait until tonight," whispered Marissa urgently, trying desperately to deter Kevin's advances before she lost control completely.
Kevin slid a finger into her sex, pumping it into her moist walls as he slipped another digit inside. He curled them both upward, grazing them against her sweet spot, causing Marissa's knees to buckle slightly. A sharp intake of breath escaped her throat involuntarily. Kevin noticed the sudden shift in tone and removed his digits from her slit, bringing them to his lips and sucking hungrily.

"I think I'm full for now. I'm just gonna sit on the couch and watch TV while you clean the kitchen," said Kevin coolly. With that, he pecked her
cheek tenderly and walked out of the room, leaving a dumbfounded and frustrated Marissa to collect herself alone.

Henry stared blankly at Kevin as he left, trying unsuccessfully to read the expression on his face, failing utterly.

"What the hell? Is Kevin just a natural playboy? There's no way my mom is willingly having sex with this dude," thought Henry bitterly. Henry walked into the kitchen, wanting desperately to receive answers from his mother. "Mami, why did Kevin just do that to you?"

Marissa turned around to face Henry with an uncomfortable expression, sighing heavily. She hugged her son tightly and kissed his forehead lovingly, closing her eyes and leaning into his embrace.

"Oh hijo, he was just helping me look for something, it's ok," responded Marissa reassuringly, stroking Henry's hair gently and squeezing him affectionately against her chest.

But Henry refused to accept her answer.

"But Mami, he wasn't even looking! He was just feeling you up, I know it! And last night  something happened between you two, I know it! Did Kevin do something to you when I went to sleep? Please tell me the truth Mami," demanded Henry frantically.

Marissa felt guilty knowing that Henry could sense the truth behind her lie. But after years of deception she had grown used to covering up her relationships. Afterall, her last husband had cheated on her multiple times before their divorce. Besides, how else could she explain that to her son?

"Hijo, I swear nothing is happening, now please go watch tv with Kevin," said Marissa calmly, hoping to pacify his curiosity without revealing the ugly details of their arrangement. However, Henry still had not been appeased in the slightest and grew more suspicious by the moment.

"Just tell me the truth mama!" repeated Henry aggressively, pulling away from her hug and staring down at Marissa defiantly.

The petite woman sighed again and rubbed the bridge of her nose exasperatedly. "Why do you keep asking about him, hijo? What does it matter whether or not I am getting close to someone else? Do you want me to die alone in this house forever? Without a boyfriend?" pleaded Marissa desperately. "Are you ashamed of me? Maybe we can move somewhere else again, and I'll forget all about Kevin."

Henry couldn't believe what his own mother was saying.

"Yes! Of course I don't want you to die lonely! I've always hated how you shut yourself out from men. But why Kevin? He's my age!" exclaimed Henry hysterically.

"Ok hijo, I won't be with Kevin anymore, let's talk about it later alright?" coaxed Marissa patiently, attempting once more to calm down her rambunctious offspring.

Henry calmed down somewhat, finally seeing reason after his mini outburst. "Fine. Later. But...is this a real thing or..." trailed Henry, letting his words linger suggestively.

Marissa led Henry to the living room where Kevin was sprawled across the sofa with his laptop. Kevin's gaze immediately fixated on the pair as they entered, eyeing the pair with his trademark cockiness. His grin widened ever so slightly as he recognized their matching frowns.

"Boys, please try to get along, for me okay? You guys are friends aren't ya?" requested Marissa hopefully.

Kevin smirked at her last words, his grin growing wider still as he glanced over at Henry. "Friends? Of course, mamita. We're best buds. You can trust us to behave ourselves, right Henry?"

Henry stiffened visibly at Kevin's reply. He shot a nasty glare in the direction of Kevin's face and quickly averted his gaze. "Yeah, we're "buddies," replied Henry sarcastically, ignoring Marissa's warning to remain cordial with Kevin.

"Good. Now I'm going to take a shower so you boys can hang out down here until I finish. Don't make trouble for yourselves and let's have a good dinner together tonight." Marissa left the duo on their own in the living room while she headed upstairs to freshen up. Henry sat down beside Kevin and stared blankly at the TV screen, unable to concentrate on the show playing.

After a few moments of silence, Kevin cleared his throat loudly, causing Henry to flinch slightly before turning to face him. "What is it, bro?" asked Henry nonchalantly, his voice betraying the nervousness churning within his gut.

Kevin grinned mischievously, his white teeth shining in the light reflected from his laptop's display. "My stomach is bubbling like crazy. Do you happen to know where the bathroom is?"

"Yeah it's on the second floor, go through mom's bedroom. What do you need though?" Henry answered bluntly, hoping Kevin's plans didn't involve his mom.

"I just have to take a shit, that's all. What you want to watch me, freak?" snickered Kevin. He closed his laptop and placed it neatly next to his thigh before rising from the couch and heading toward Marissa's room. Henry couldn't care less about Kevin's bodily functions so he kept staring blankly ahead, trying hard to block out all thoughts of his mother and Kevin together.

The sun was rising over the neighborhood as they pulled up in their beat-up old truck. The young latino boy named Henry looked around at all of the houses with envy, wishing that his family didn't have to struggle so hard to pay rent every month. He could already see the neighbors eyeing them and he knew that they must think they were poor or something. But, if anything, his mother's lush curves and beautiful face would distract anyone who caught a glimpse of her.

As they pulled into their new driveway, Henry unloaded the last of their boxes while his mother stood outside to admire the new home. He could hear her giggling as she looked over at the neighbors' yards. They had clearly been gardening for a while, and Marissa couldn't wait to start her own garden. She wanted the new home to feel like their own.

Just then, they noticed another neighbor peeking out from behind his windows. It was a young blonde white boy, perhaps the same age as Henry. As Marissa smiled back, she waved him over. The boy ran out into his front yard, making his way over. He was slightly shorter than Henry, but he had a handsome face and an air of confidence about him.

"Hey, I'm Kevin. Kevin Camalaster. Who are you guys?" he asked bluntly, introducing himself before they could do so in return.

"Hello there... I'm Marissa and this is my son Henry." Henry eyed the young white boy, who had a very smug air about him. Henry disliked the boy already.

"Welcome to the neighborhood!" said Kevin excitedly. "You'll love it here," he continued. But Henry was suspicious of Kevin's sudden hospitality.

"Is this what people say around here?" Henry quipped angrily. "What's the catch?"

"No, nothing like that. I'm just trying to be neighborly." replied Kevin, raising his hands. Henry didn't know why but he felt even angrier at this gesture, as though this little twerp thought he was going to do something to him or that he was too stupid to figure out any kind of hidden agenda.

"Whatever..."

Marissa had always prided herself on how good her son was with reading other people, although she often wondered where it came from.

"Let's all just get along, shall we? And Kevin once we settle in you can come over and play with Henry whenever you'd like, he has so many games and toys, right Henry?"

Henry rolled his eyes.

Just then Marissa turned around in front of Kevin, causing the boy's thin-lipped mouth to open wide as if he'd just seen a ghost.

Henry watched as Kevin stared at Marissa's gigantic ass, in which one of her asscheeks was probably the size of the skinny white boy's head. Even through her jeans, her round cheeks and thick butt looked incredibly large.

After Marissa walked away into the new house, Kevin told Henry "Holy shit! Your mom's ass is fucking huge! That shit is like two basketballs taped to her legs!"

Kevin looked completely astonished by the sight he had just witnessed, and his erection started showing through his pants, although neither boy seemed to notice.

"Whatever loser..." Henry quickly turned and headed back to his boxes to avoid any further conversation with the young annoying white boy.

"Stay away from me and my mom, we hate white people!" Henry remarked before slamming the door in front of Kevin's face.

"That's what you think, spic, your mom's huge ass will be mine in no time" Kevin muttered under his breath as he went back home.

"What was that noise? Are you slamming doors already?" asked Marissa with an angry look on her face, staring right at Henry as she walked up to him. Henry gulped, not wanting to disappoint her again after he did earlier that day.

"Sorry, Ma... this place is really cool, and you're gonna love gardening out back."

"What's gotten into you, hijo? You seem very strange today"

"I don't know..." he responded, trying to keep his anger in check.
"And I think that kid we just met is racist," he blurted out without thinking.

Marissa's expression softened as she realized that her son might be worried about fitting in. She knelt down in front of Henry and looked into his eyes. "Hijo, you are Mexican and you will be happy here, whether these pendejos like it or not. Do not worry about them."

Henry nodded but said nothing.

"You know I won't let anyone hurt you. And if it makes you feel better, you can punish the ones who make fun of us. Maybe use your father's tools, huh? You might enjoy that, won't you?" she suggested. "Now get going. Your room needs unpacking, hijo."

Later that night, Henry couldn't sleep. It wasn't because the new house was strange to him, but the young white boy kept crossing his mind. What did he want? Henry couldn't shake his bad feeling about Kevin off his mind. Suddenly, he heard voices coming from downstairs. He slowly opened his bedroom window and saw
Kevin standing next to a giant tree that grew outside his window.

Kevin appeared to have binoculars in his hand, looking directly at Henry's mom. She was bending over a table, presumably cleaning, and she had taken off her panties so her fat ass was exposed. Her wide hips curved outward like a perfect heart shape, and the large cheeks swayed with every move she made.

Henry's suspicions were confirmed, the kid was some kind of peeping tom! Anger welled inside him but he stopped himself from going outside immediately; instead he listened to find out more about what Kevin planned to do.

Kevin smiled wickedly to himself, rubbing his little boner through his pants. He knew this plan would work. He couldn't believe how big her ass was - not only that, but how soft and bitable it looked.

"Yes..." he said quietly to himself, "Your fat ass will be mine lady"
Kevin watched as the gorgeous woman straightened her back and stretched out her arms, yawning tiredly. He continued stroking his dick, wondering how such a small pair of panties could fit that massive butt inside them.

Marissa had finished putting away the last of the dishes when she noticed her window open. She closed it, ending the perverted white boy's peeping show.  Kevin was fuming but decided not to take action. He went back home to jack off some more while fantasizing about Henry's mother's plump booty....

The next morning, Henry awoke early, still angry about the white boy next door spying on his mom. As he went outside to grab the newspaper for her, he spotted Kevin coming back from his morning run. The white boy noticed Henry glaring at him and slowed his pace, waving hello as he caught up to Henry.

"So what'cha up to today?" Kevin asked curiously, trying to hide his smirk.

"Why were you staring at my mom's butt yesterday?" Henry replied bluntly. "It wasn't funny!"

Kevin was surprised by the accusation and tried to change the subject. "So how do you like the new house? Need any help moving stuff around?" He knew he wouldn't get anything else out of the Mexican boy now and decided to go along with his original plan, hoping Henry hadn't overheard his comments about Marissa's ass last night.

"No thanks..." Henry responded icily. "I'll manage fine on my own."

The boys were silent for a moment. Both of them glanced at each other, but neither spoke. After a few seconds, Henry shrugged and turned toward his front door.
"
Well how about your mom, she need any help? My dad always tells me to offer my assistance to women." Henry rolled his eyes at Kevin, shaking his head in frustration.

"No, just stay the fuck away from her or she'll cook your tiny white balls in a stew, asshole," Henry shot back angrily. Then he slammed the door in Kevin's face again.

That afternoon, Marissa brought in the groceries from the car and called for Henry. When he came downstairs from his bedroom, he noticed his mother smiling at him. Her smile made him instantly happy and helped release tension from his shoulders.

"What's that?" he asked innocently, referring to the brown paper bag sitting in front of her on the kitchen table.
"Chicken for tonight's dinner," she answered cheerfully. "I got fresh herbs and veggies too - you'll love it."

Henry nodded enthusiously at the news. "Can I start cooking? Please Momma please..."

Marissa chuckled lightly and kissed his forehead affectionately before responding. "Go ahead, hijo."

When the delicious aroma of roasted chicken filled the house, Marissa smiled proudly to herself and sat down at the dining table. As soon as he finished setting the table, Henry grabbed a forkful of vegetables from her plate and shoved it in his mouth before joining her in the kitchen.

"Mmm, these are delicious!" he exclaimed happily, chewing on the food eagerly. "You should eat them too, they'll give you lots of energy."
Marissa laughed heartily and ruffled his hair before grabbing some silverware for herself. They ate in silence, enjoying each other's company while they watched TV.

After dinner, Marissa got ready for bed, and Henry spent an hour watching movies on Netflix until finally passing out on top of her queen-sized mattress.

"Wake up, baby... it's almost 9 pm already..." she whispered gently in her son's ear, pushing him gently. Henry grumbled softly, snoring lightly.
It was difficult to wake him when he was asleep so deeply. "Come on, you have your own room to sleep in," Marissa whispered again.

"Nah, it's fine," he mumbled back sleepily. "Don't wanna move..."

She shook him harder and pulled the covers off his body.

"BUT MOMMY~" he complained.

"It's not right for a mom and son to sleep in the same bed. Now get to your room and don't come out till sunrise."

Reluctantly, Henry got out of bed and dragged himself into his room where he plopped face-down onto the soft surface without bothering to cover his bare asscheeks with his boxers.

Marissa sighed tiredly, then began changing into her pajamas and slipping into bed. "Goodnight," she whispered lovingly. "Te amo, mamá," he mumbled back half-asleep.

The rest of the night, Henry had trouble sleeping. Images of Kevin flashed across his mind repeatedly. How dare that pendejo peep on his mother? He would pay, one way or another, sooner than later.

A couple hours passed, and the moonlight cast shadows throughout their empty room as the wind whistled outside their windows. Henry looked outside the window towards Kevin's house, glaring hatefully at the object of his dislike. He heard shuffling from downstairs and jumped, startled by the noise. "Mom?"

There was silence. A chill ran up his spine. Then he heard footsteps approaching. "Mom?"

He jumped out of bed and ran to his mother's bedroom, where he found her lying on top of her bed with her ginormous ass exposed. She lay motionless on her side, her face buried deep inside her pillow. "What a perfect ass" Henry thought as he stared at her big, round bubble butt.

"I wish you could be mine, mom"

He touched her soft skin softly as he continued to admire her sexy physique. Finally, after several minutes, he left to return to his room.

Outside Marissa's window, Kevin sneered gleefully to himself. He had watched the whole thing, and he was very satisfied.

"That's right, you spic," Kevin muttered under his breath as he looked up to see Henry's silhouette disappearing into the shadows, "that hot ass belongs to me!"

The next morning, Marissa woke up feeling refreshed and energized. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned loudly before getting out of bed and heading down for breakfast. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she found Henry already at the table eating cereal.

So what's the plan for today, hijo?" she asked cheerfully as she sat down across from him.

"I'm just gonna stay in my room and play games I think," answered Henry, between spoonfuls of cheerios and milk. He loved playing video games, especially against other kids online who didn't speak English well enough to beat him easily.

Marissa frowned slightly but tried not to show her disappointment on her beautiful face. "You sure you don't want to try to make friends with that nice boy next door? It would be good for you, and it would make me happy."

Henry looked up from his bowl at his mom, hesitating for a brief moment before speaking.

"Nah, I'm cool. Thanks anyway."

Marissa smiled softly and patted her son's shoulder affectionately.

Later that evening, Marissa returned from grocery shopping with a load of groceries and bags from various stores. An excited Henry marched downstairs to have his hopes crushed by what he saw.

"Thanks for helping me with the bags Kevin," Henry's mother said as she bent over in front of the skinny white boy with her fat ass popping out of her jeans, completely obvious to both the ogling white boy and the irate latino son.

"No problem ma'am it's the least I could do," Kevin responded, giving the voluptuous dark haired woman a sleazy grin.

An angry Henry fumed in the background as the little white rat practically drooled at his mom's glorious assets, having an almost palpable presence over her body. He also noticed Kevin eyeballing her big tits and his eyes narrowed.

The silence that filled the living room was deafening, as every person in the room had their eyes glued to the pornographic images on the pages of the magazine. The only sound that could be heard was the rustling of paper and the occasional sigh or moan. As Jeffrey flipped through the pages, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of arousal creeping up inside him. The pictures were graphic and vivid, depicting all sorts of sexual acts that he could barely comprehend.

"Wow," one of his friends exclaimed, "that girl looks so hot! What do you think, Jeff?"

Jeffrey blushed as he looked at the naked woman on the page. "Yeah, she's really pretty," he replied timidly.

"But her tits are too small" another friend chimed in. "I want something that can really fill my hands up."

As the conversation continued, Jeffrey could feel his embarrassment growing. It wasn't that he was a prude or anything like that - far from it!

"Let's look for some big titty milfs, like Jeff's mom! She's got huge ones!"

Jeffrey's jaw dropped as he stared at his friend with wide eyes. "Don't say stuff like that about my mom!" he said in disbelief.

His friend simply laughed and shrugged. "I'm just joking man. But you know I've always had a crush on your mom. She's hot!"

"Oh my god, shut up," Jeffrey groaned as he put his face into his hands in an attempt to hide the furious blush that had spread across his cheeks. He knew his mother was beautiful, but hearing someone else talk about her like that was just plain embarrassing!

"Wow, this chick looks just like your mom, except she has blonde hair and her eyes are blue. And her boobs aren't as big as your mom's," his friend continued, pointing to an image of a sexy older woman in the magazine.

Jeffrey peeked through his fingers and took a closer look at the picture. His friend was right - the woman did have features similar to his mother, albeit younger. And she was really sexy... He couldn't deny that she was exactly his type.

As the rest of the guys around him continued to comment on the various women in the magazine, Jeffrey found himself becoming increasingly turned on by it all. He shifted awkwardly on the couch as he tried to hide the tent in his pants, praying that none of his friends would notice. It wasn't often that they sat around and read porn mags like this, but he couldn't help how his body was reacting to everything he saw.

Suddenly, one of his friends let out a loud gasp and pointed to one of the pages. "Holy shit, that guy has the biggest dick I've ever seen!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"That's gay, dude," another friend said with a snicker. "No straight guy looks at porn for dicks".

"Whatever, it still looks crazy to me. Look at that thing, it's like a damn monster!"

As the conversation continued, Jeffrey couldn't help but become more aroused than before. Suddenly, the sound of heels clacking on the hardwood floor caught his attention. He looked up from the magazine to see his mother standing in the doorway, dressed in a skimpy outfit that barely covered her curves.

"Hi boys," she purred seductively. "I didn't know we were having a party tonight!"

Jeffrey's mouth went dry as he gazed at his mother's voluptuous body. Her tight dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her huge breasts and round ass. He watched as she swayed her hips slightly as she made her way towards them, her stiletto heels clicking against the floor.

"What are you boys up to?" she asked playfully.

"Um, nothing Mom. We're just hanging out and reading," he replied awkwardly.

His mother raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because it doesn't look like you're just reading. It looks like you're looking at dirty magazines."

Jeffrey felt his heart skip a beat as he stared back at her. "N-no! They're not mine, they're just my friends'," he stuttered in an attempt to cover up his lie.

"Hmmm, well then why don't you prove it to me and show me what's inside that magazine?" she questioned, pointing to the one in his lap.

Without another word, Jeffrey slowly lifted the magazine up to reveal the pictures underneath. He glanced nervously at his friends, who appeared just as shocked as he was. As his mother peered over his shoulder at the images, her eyes lit up with rage.

I"m gonna have to ask you boys to leave now," she said firmly, crossing her arms across her chest. "This is not appropriate behavior in my house."

Jeffrey bit his lip as his friends scrambled to pick up their belongings and make their way towards the front door. As soon as they left, his mother turned to him with a stern expression on her face.

"You better not be doing anything like that again or I'll tell your father," she warned. "I know it might seem exciting now, but you need to respect yourself more than that." She took her arms off her chest, exposing her huge breasts for just a moment before putting them back.
"Now go take a shower and clean up, young man! I'll be waiting."

With a sigh, Jeffrey stood up and followed his mother as she walked towards the staircase. His mind was still racing with thoughts about everything that had just transpired, but he knew his mother was right. There was no way he would ever get away with anything like that again. He might as well learn how to accept his boring, nerdy life rather than getting too caught up in his lustful fantasies about his gorgeous mother.

After a long day of studying, Jeffrey was ready to relax and unwind with a little self-pleasure. As he climbed into bed, he pulled up his favorite porn website and started scrolling through the categories. After a while, he stumbled upon a video that looked promising.

He pressed play and watched as the camera panned down to show the beautiful brunette actress laying on the bed with her legs spread open. She was completely naked, showing off her perfectly sculpted body and ample chest. Jeffrey felt himself growing harder as he took in every detail of her gorgeous figure.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a text message. He picked it up to see a picture sent by his friend Matt, one of the boys who visited his house earlier.

"Holy shit, doesn't this hot chick look just like your mom?" Matt wrote. "Look at those tits! Bet they'd be so good to squeeze."

Jeffrey stared at the picture in shock. It was definitely a pornstar, but she was undeniably beautiful. Her breasts were gigantic, seemingly fake but still very soft to the touch. And she looked just like his mother - her brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her full lips parted in a sultry smile.

It was almost too much for Jeffrey to handle. He couldn't believe it, there was no way his mom was a porn star.

"It says her name is Sunset Jamison," Matt texted again. "Seriously man, you gotta watch this video."

The sound of footsteps startled Jeffrey out of his trance. He quickly shoved his phone under the covers and lay down, pretending to be asleep. A few seconds later, his mother poked her head into his bedroom.

"Jeff, honey? I saw your light on," she whispered gently. "Is everything okay? Did you finish studying?"

Jeffrey sighed, keeping his eyes closed. "Yeah, Mom. I'm just super tired...I guess I fell asleep after watching Netflix..."

Her warm laugh filled the room as she stepped closer to him. "Okay sweetie. Good night, love you," she said before placing a kiss on his forehead and walking out of his room, shaking her fat ass as she walked.

Just then, Jeffrey heard his phone vibrate from underneath the covers. He pulled it out to see a new text message from Matt.

"Dude, seriously. You have to watch this video. Your mom looks just like the girl."

Before he had time to reply, another text from Matt came in. "She even does that weird thing with her tongue where she kind of licks the corners of her mouth, lol."

"OMG Matt, shut up!! My mom isn't a porn star, ok??" Jeffrey furiously typed in reply, trying his best to ignore the fact that she did have a habit of licking the corners of her mouth.

"Suuuure, whatever you say," Matt sent in reply.

"Ugh, go to sleep dude," Jeffrey answered.

With that, Jeffrey turned his phone off and laid his head down on his pillow, his thoughts racing with the possibility that his mother was a porn star. She certainly had the body of one, with her massive breasts and voluptuous butt, which she emphasized by always wearing high heels. Could she really be?

He tried to push these thoughts away, but he couldn't help remembering the look she gave him earlier that night when she caught him watching porn with his friends. The memory of her lustful gaze, as she licked the corners of her mouth...It made Jeffrey shudder. And now here she was, in the flesh, giving him kisses and sending him to bed like a little boy instead of the grown man he wanted to be.

Finally, Jeffrey managed to fall asleep. But his dreams were filled with images of his mother dressed in provocative clothing, her ample curves on display. Her big boobs were always right in the middle of his vision. When he woke up the next morning, Jeffrey had an erection.

"Honey? Time to get up, you don't wanna be late for school!"

The sound of his mother's voice jolted Jeffrey awake. He quickly rolled over and covered himself with his blankets. "I'm up, Mom. I'll be downstairs in a minute," he called out to her.

As he waited for her to walk away, Jeffrey slowly pulled his pants down. His cock was so hard that he had trouble pushing them down past his thick thighs and legs. After several tries, he finally managed to pull them down far enough so that his member sprang free, sticking straight out toward the ceiling.

When he wrapped his hand around it, Jeffrey moaned loudly, making sure his mother could hear him. It wasn't unusual for him to pleasure himself every morning. In fact, he used to enjoy it.

But after finding out about his mother's secret job as a pornstar, his mind couldn't help but wander in the most sinful ways.

"Cum for me, baby," his mother purred.

"Uhhhhnnnggg, Mom!" he grunted, imagining that her mouth was around his pulsating cock instead of his fist.

The sound of Jeffrey's grunts and groans, coupled with his heavy panting, reverberated throughout the room. As he stroked himself furiously, he felt his orgasm approaching rapidly. With a final roar, he exploded all over himself, covering his chest and abs in his own seed.

Just then, a loud knock came from the door.

"Honey, are you okay in there? What are you doing?!" his mother asked worriedly through the wood barrier.

Jeffrey quickly jumped out of bed and threw his clothes back on before opening the door. His face turned red as he avoided eye contact with his mother. He was too embarrassed to admit that he was masturbating while picturing her as the subject of his fantasies.

"Oh, sorry Mom, I must have fallen asleep," he lied as he walked past her.

His mother's eyes narrowed at him. "Well alright, you better hurry then. You're going to be late for school."

"Right, right," he muttered as he rushed to the bathroom to get cleaned up. His hands were shaking as he thought about the events that happened just moments ago, how he climaxed while imagining his own mother pleasuring him.

He couldn't stop thinking about how her mouth would feel on his cock. How amazing it would be to have her kneel in front of him, naked and ready to take his thick rod into her pretty mouth. The thought was too much for him to bear.

While he washed the sticky mess off his body and changed into clean clothes, he decided to check if the rumors about his mother were true.

He grabbed his phone and searched for "Sunset Jamison," hoping to find any evidence of her identity.

He was surprised to see that her profile was still active, though the most recent post was months ago. Even stranger was the lack of videos with her involved. Only a few scenes involving her remained and they were dated many years back.

As he scrolled through the list of titles, his eyes landed on a particular one that made his cock stir to life yet again.

"'Mommy's Love'?" he read aloud.

Out of curiosity, he tapped the link to play it. It was short, just over a minute long. He could barely make out the outline of a woman's body under a silk sheet, her face hidden from view. As soon as Jeffrey's eyes adjusted, he recognized the long brunette hair, the plump lips, and the piercing green eyes. There was no doubt about it. That woman was his mother.

It wasn't just a random pornstar that bore an uncanny resemblance to her. No, it was his mom herself, performing a blowjob scene.

He was mesmerized by the sight of his mother's voluptuous lips wrapped around a big dick, slurping and sucking the length eagerly.
Watching her do such nasty things, taking in every inch of that shaft until she gagged...he had to turn it off, afraid of letting his sexual appetite get out of control. He was already painfully aroused, and he didn't want to cum on himself again.

Jeffrey spent the entire day struggling to focus on his schoolwork, distracted by images of his mother on his mind. He wanted to keep her secret away from both his friends and his enemies, but he knew that with Matt's big mouth that wouldn't be possible. So at lunchtime,
Jeffrey decided to take matters into his own hands.

Instead of heading to the cafeteria, he headed to the computer lab, where he met up with Matt. "Hey dude, what are you doing here? Don't you want to have lunch with us?" Matt asked cheerfully, his mouth full of burger.

Jeffrey shook his head as he sat down at a nearby table. "I'm not hungry."

"Weirdo," Matt teased. "You usually eat more than any of us combined."

Jeffrey chuckled. "Yeah, well maybe I'm trying to lose weight," he replied sarcastically, looking at his slim build in disdain.

Matt shrugged. "Suit yourself. Hey, did you find anything out about that pornstar chick who's totally not your mom?"

Jeffrey blushed as he averted his gaze, shaking his head.

"Come on dude, at least tell me if you think she looks like your mom or not."

With a sigh, Jeffrey mumbled, "Yeah. I watched one of her old videos yesterday, she looks exactly like my mom."

"Hell yeah! Guess we've got a reason to keep coming over your house now!" Matt exclaimed enthusiastically.

Jeffrey was quick to change the topic. "What do you think our English teacher meant when he said we'll be having a debate tomorrow for our midterm grade? Do you think we actually have to get up on stage and argue about Shakespeare?"

Matt shrugged once again. "I dunno, but at least it's better than being forced to write a 15 page essay, right? Anyways, I've gotta head out. See ya later, dude!"

With that, Matt ran off towards the hallway, leaving Jeffrey alone in the computer lab. He had hoped the distraction would ease his mind a little bit. But as soon as Matt left, he couldn't help but allow his mind to drift back to the video of his mother and the way her lips moved seductively over that massive shaft. He needed to make sure none of the other guys at school learned about this information.

That night, Jeffrey found himself lying awake in bed once again, unable to sleep because of his restless thoughts. He went on his computer to a popular site named OnlyCucks and decided to search for Sunset's account again. While browsing through her blog posts, he saw a particular photo album that caught his attention. It was titled "Backstage Bimbos."

"Huh, wonder what this is about," he whispered curiously.

After clicking on it, the album showed pictures of his mother dressed in revealing outfits, posing alongside various actresses. Although it wasn't particularly risqué compared to her adult work, Jeffrey still felt his pulse racing as he scrolled through each image. His mom's tits looked even bigger in pictures than they did in real life.

There were so many hot women around her; some young, some older. All different types of bodies with lots of bare skin. They had all posed for these photos in bikinis or less, showing off their assets. Some girls had giant tits like his mom, others didn't. But they all seemed very happy to be seen so provocatively.

With a deep breath, Jeffrey opened up the first video from the album and clicked play. He watched in awe as a black-haired girl was sandwiched between two muscular men, both of whom looked very similar to his father. At the same time, the woman was giving him a blowjob while another guy was pounding into her from behind.

His eyes widened at how hard he was getting simply from watching her. Then he noticed something strange.

His mother was standing off to the side, fully clothed in a dress suit. She was directing everyone else, making sure that the cameraman captured every angle perfectly. She looked so professional and sexy, especially compared to these two bimbos who were barely keeping it together while they filmed this pornographic scene.

It was crazy to think that his own mother was directing a movie for one of the biggest websites on earth, and yet here she was acting like a normal mom who had nothing better to do than play housewife. It amazed Jeffrey, seeing this whole other side to her. And he liked it, very much.

If only he could get off right now...

Without wasting another moment, Jeffrey pulled his sweatpants down and started stroking his aching cock. His head tilted back as he moaned softly, imagining the brunette in the video sucking him instead. After a few minutes of intense masturbation, he let out a deep groan as he came hard onto the floor.

He wished he could stay there forever, with her naked body in his lap as he pumped load after load into her throat. But instead, he wiped away the splashes of cum that littered his crotch and thighs before getting up to clean himself thoroughly.

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Baby, are you okay in there? I heard a lot of noises coming from your room." his mom said.

He sighed heavily and opened the door. "I was...thinking about the upcoming midterms and getting a bit frustrated..."

Her brows furrowed as she looked at his red face. "You don't have to worry about anything, son. Just be yourself and everything will be fine.
Besides, you always score well anyway."

Jeffrey nodded slowly. "Alright. Thanks for talking to me, Mom. I know I can count on you."

"Of course honey. Always remember that," she smiled widely as she headed downstairs, her fat ass swaying hypnotically.

As soon as she disappeared, Jeffrey stepped into the shower and turned the knob to its coldest setting. He tried desperately to cool off his overheated body and mind. It wasn't easy, though. With so many dirty thoughts swirling around his brain, he didn't think he could ever go back to sleeping soundly again.

For the rest of the night, Jeffrey struggled to keep himself occupied with studying, reading, listening to music, playing games, and watching TV shows until it was finally time for bed again. This time, he didn't even try to get himself off before falling asleep, instead just closing his eyes and praying he could sleep through the night without any dreams of his mom.
***

The next day, Diego woke up to the sound of his mother calling him from downstairs.

"Diego! Time to get up! We're going to the gym again today."

"Really, mom? Don't you think we got enough exercise yesterday?" he groaned.

"No way. You need to build your strength and endurance, so come down here and eat your breakfast before you start complaining. I packed you a sandwich for the road."

Reluctantly, Diego pulled himself out of bed and trudged down the stairs to meet his mom in the kitchen. She was already dressed for the gym and had her makeup on. As he dug into his sandwich, she leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek, leaving behind a sticky lipstick mark. He tried his best not to react to the contact, but he couldn't help blushing.

They headed out the door shortly after, and Diego followed closely behind as his mother led him to their car. As always, her fully meaty mound of flesh called an ass was a sight to behold. Diego couldn't help but gawk as he noticed that she was wearing a new pair of workout leggings that perfectly hugged her ass and showed off her thighs.

Diego quickly climbed into the passenger seat, trying not to let his erection show. But once his mom got into the driver's side, he could smell her musk mixed with perfume and sweat, which only made matters worse.

When they arrived at the gym, his mother insisted on staying in shape, despite having gained weight from eating out lately.

"Come on, baby. It'll be fun," his mother encouraged, as he hesitantly stepped out of the vehicle and followed her into the building.

Diego watched as his mother strode towards a mirror and started flexing her muscles while standing sideways so her enormous booty jiggled. The other men in the room gawked at her, mesmerized by the sight.

"That's my mom," he mumbled to himself.

Eventually, everyone settled down and began exercising alongside one another, but it was difficult for Diego to concentrate because all he could think about were her plump ass cheeks and how he desperately needed to touch them.

A couple hours passed before they finished their workout session, and he couldn't wait to be back home alone with his mother so he could try to relieve the tension in his pants.

Suddenly, Diego caught a glimpse of the same white boy from yesterday strutting toward them. His mother greeted him enthusiastically, seemingly pleased by his appearance, while Diego grimaced at his approach.

"Oh son, I forgot to introduce you yesterday. This is Jacob, and he's going to join us for our workout today," his mom introduced cheerfully as Jacob waved.

Diego glared at his mother, "Mom, are you sure? I'd prefer if it were just the two of us."

She crossed her arms defensively.

"Baby, please give him a chance! Besides, I'm sure he'll be very helpful!"

Diego sighed in annoyance, not wanting to argue further with her. But he soon realized that she wouldn't be taking no for an answer.

He spent the entire day following after them, watching their interactions as his mood grew increasingly foul. At one point he thought about telling his mom to stop being so friendly with Jacob, but he stopped himself before speaking, deciding not to ruin their good time together.

Jacob was so short and skinny he looked to be no more than 14 years old but apparently he was 18 just like Diego.

Finally, as they were on the elliptical machines together, Jacob smiled at Diego's mom and asked, "How about after this we hit the weights? I think you're ready."

His mother lit up like a child on Christmas morning and agreed happily, which irritated Diego. He tried to speak up and suggest another activity, but his mom didn't even acknowledge his comment.

Jacob approached him shortly after his failed attempt to convince his mom otherwise. "Hey bro, don't worry. Just let your mom enjoy herself. I promise that I won't flirt with her or anything, okay?" he promised.

Diego scoffed at his statement and refused to look at him, too upset to say a word.

"Dude, don't be like this... You gotta trust me!"

But Diego continued to ignore him, despite his sincere attempt to make peace.

When they finally finished with the cardio equipment, the two boys went over to the bench press while his mom was busy changing outfits in the locker room. Diego decided that it would be best if he remained distant from the situation and focused solely on exercising rather than giving in to his emotions. However, his resolve soon crumbled when he saw his mom exit the ladies' locker room wearing her tightest, sexiest gym clothes possible. She was adorned in black spandex tights that hugged her lower body tightly and displayed every curve.

Her breasts appeared to have gained an extra cup size since she had worn this attire before, causing Diego to blush as he saw the outline of her hard nipples pushing through her top. His mother glanced over at him, noticing that his gaze was fixated upon her body, and smiled seductively in his direction.

At this moment, she made a choice to torture him and purposely sway her hips more than necessary as she strolled by, causing her juicy butt cheeks to wiggle delightfully under the material. As he struggled to contain himself, she bent over right in front of her son and adjusted her waistband, pulling the tight garment back to reveal part of her bare ass.

Diego's face flushed bright red, embarrassed by what he witnessed, yet turned on at the same time. Luckily, his erection didn't last long because he quickly came back to his senses and realized that his mom was only teasing him for laughs.

Once she left, he finally looked away from her tempting body and faced Jacob again. He could tell the skinny white boy was also captivated by his mother, judging from how transfixed his stare was towards her juicy derriere.

"Damn bro, your mom is fine as fuck," he commented casually as if he hadn't seen anything wrong. Diego wanted to punch him in the jaw for saying such words, but decided to remain civilized and responded by merely nodding along. Plus, he saw how strong the boy was and worried that he'd lose his hands forever if he tried fighting him.

"Look bro, I know you want to smash that thick booty, but that's your mom. I promise I won't disrespect you, just give me a chance to work out with you guys," he pleaded innocently, hoping to regain Diego's trust.

Although he disliked this boy immensely, he supposed that he was a decent guy so far, so he reluctantly accepted Jacob's offer.

Jacob flashed him a grin and patted Diego lightly on the back before hopping up onto the bench and lying down underneath the bar. The white boy pumped iron back and forth as he raised it up and lowered it with ease, obviously experienced at benching weight.

His mom returned at that point and began spotting the skinny muscle head boy, chatting away about some uninteresting topic while she helped him through each repetition. All the while Diego simply sat back, feeling left out and alone, wishing that he had taken the opportunity earlier to refuse.

During these moments of boredom, however, Diego found his gaze wandering and taking in the sight of his mom's shapely figure, admiring every inch of her plump rear end.

Just as he was about to finish lifting the set, Jacob spotted Diego staring intently at his mom's large bubble butt. When they locked eyes, he winked playfully at Diego. This caught him by surprise, so Diego broke contact and blushed deeply, afraid that his secret desires may have become public knowledge.

However, as Jacob got off the bench, he walked past his mom and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Your boy has been checking out your big juicy ass all day!"

Diego's blood began boiling as he heard this, and he immediately leapt up from the seat and raced over to Jacob's side. Before he knew it,

Diego swung at Jacob in rage, knocking him backward to the floor.

Everyone in the gym turned towards the commotion and gasped at what unfolded in front of them, shocked that such a small Latino boy would attack another human being without provocation. As the other patrons began whispering amongst themselves and wondering what would happen next, his mother marched over and grabbed each boy firmly by their arm.

"Stop acting like children right now or both of you will get kicked out!" she threatened furiously.

Diego's face flushed red with embarrassment, realizing that his temper had gotten out of control once again. He sheepishly apologized to everyone involved and then trailed behind his mother as she led him outside.

She turned around suddenly and demanded that Diego tell her what happened.

"What happened? Your fucking white boy said some stupid shit about me!" he shot back defensively.


"Language, mister!" she scolded sternly as she poked his chest with every word spoken, "That doesn't explain why you attacked him. You know better than to hit people. Especially during training."

Diego huffed angrily and rolled his eyes, trying his hardest to resist punching something nearby. He felt frustrated because of how much he was getting picked on by his mom as well as himself, but mostly he hated how this skinny white boy made her smile and laugh. He just couldn't handle anyone flirting with his mom.

"Look at me," she commanded firmly. "Whatever's bothering you, you need to find a way to get over it. Now go back inside and apologize for hurting him, then finish your workout like nothing happened."

With that, Diego went back inside the gym where Jacob was stretching near the lockers. Without looking at either of them, Diego shuffled closer towards him.

"I'm sorry, okay? Can we forget about all this and keep working?" he spoke grumpily.

Jacob seemed satisfied with Diego's apology, although he did tease him afterwards. "Man, I never expected you to go berserk like that. I guess you love your mom more than most boys."

He laughed as Diego rolled his eyes once again and stomped away, heading towards the shower room to wash up.

Diego couldn't stop thinking about his mom and how attractive he thought she was. He imagined touching her smooth brown skin, licking every curve of her perfect body, and burying his face between her massive breasts.

After cleaning up, Diego spotted his mom and Jacob conversing happily. His mom was wearing her usual tight yoga leggings and cropped sports top, which emphasized the bulging curves of her hips and bottom, making it harder for Diego to hide his growing erection.

"How about some squats?" she suggested to Jacob with a cheery tone.

Jacob smiled back at her while patting Diego on the shoulder, "That's a great idea! Let's do fifty."

His mother proceeded to stand beside him, instructing Jacob to place his hands on her thighs. Once positioned correctly, she bent her knees slightly forward, preparing for the workout routine ahead.

"Ready? Go!" Diego's mom yelled out loudly, feeling excited by feeling Jacob's hands rubbing against her ass.

Jacob lifted up her legs while she counted out each rep. Her muscles strained against her clothing as her heavy breathing matched the movements of Jacob's body. Every time she spoke, her voice shook slightly due to being tired from using too much energy to power through each squat.

Diego was starting to feel dizzy from the lust that built inside him. His mouth watered uncontrollably at the sight of his mother's butt bouncing with each step. Seeing the effect it had on him, Jacob grinned mischievously and winked slyly at Diego.

As his mother finished the exercise, she lost her balance and feel on top of Jacob, planting her gigantic ass right on his face.

"Oh dear," she yelped softly, catching herself from falling further.

Diego couldn't help but be jealous of the pale white boy for being in contact with her ass for so long, but luckily he recovered quickly enough that no one else noticed what transpired.

As Jacob stood up from underneath her, he slapped her asscheeks gently as if testing them out. Diego's mother giggled at the playful gesture before standing up straight herself.

"Looks like we both got quite a work out!" she teased while glancing down to check on her leggings which clung tightly to her round butt.

"Well boys, we're done here. Come on, Diego, let's take a shower."

The two boys watched her walk away from them without waiting for any response, her hips swaying hypnotically with every step forward.

She disappeared into the women's shower area, leaving only a lingering scent of her perfume.

Diego watched as Jacob took in a deep breath before exhaling sharply through his nostrils, his body shuddering involuntarily at the experience. Then he turned to Diego and clapped him on the back.

"Dude, your mom has a fantastic ass," he complimented Diego honestly. He then followed in his Diego's mother's steps, entering the men's locker rooms without a single glance back.

Diego hurried behind him quickly, eager to see what Jacob was planning to do. He hoped it wasn't what he feared. Sure enough, when he entered the showers, he was greeted by a surprising sight.

"Luke, baby! Get this horny clown some pants!," a girl yelled out over the loud music booming from the speakers.

Everyone laughed hysterically and cheered louder when Luke snatched off his shorts, displaying his monster cock for all to see. It was massive and throbbing with anticipation. Luke wasted no time and pushed Maria against the counter, pushing his length deeply into Maria's pussy, eliciting a gasp from Maria's open mouth.

"No! Stop!! Take it out!!" Mario cried out uselessly. "Please!!!" he screamed out as Luke started pounding deep inside her wet folds.

The rest of Luke's guests began circling around Mario, whispering dirty things in his ears, and grabbing hold of his legs. Mario watched in horror as his mom's tight opening stretched wide, taking Luke's hard member inch by inch.

He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could block out everything going on around him, but the sound of slapping flesh drowned out his thoughts. In fact, Mario felt lightheaded from the intense pressure building up between his ears.

Luke began sucking on Maria's huge tits as his thrusts became frantic, smacking violently against her plump ass cheeks. The sound echoed through Mario's skull. He heard shouts from the crowd growing increasingly louder and louder.

"I'm sorry, son! Please forgive me! Please! Oh my God!" Mario's mother's pleas were barely audible, yet they cut deep into his soul.

"But it feels so good, Mrs. Ramos," Luke grunted before biting down harshly onto one of Maria's nipples, forcing her to moan and shudder violently.

"D-Do you want to feel my fat titties wrapped around that monster cock too?! Just ask for it and I'll let you stick that thing up my ass, baby!" she begged, panting heavily between words as she rocked wildly back and forth on Luke's lap.

Her statement sent shockwaves through Mario's system, nearly causing him to faint dead away. At this point, he realized that she didn't care about him anymore. She'd traded him in for an evil boy like Luke, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Luke and Maria kissed passionately on the mouth for several moments until Luke released a huge load inside Maria, shooting a heavy stream of cum into her womb. It poured down Maria's thigh as she panted heavily, seemingly enjoying herself.

Luke's buddies moved in quickly and pressed Mario's mom into the counter.

"Suck me first, slut. I wanna get balls deep in you next!"

Mario's mom obliged without hesitation, wrapping her luscious lips around his thick cock and moaning loudly as he filled her mouth. The guy's dark shaft swelled, stretching her lips even wider until it bulged between her jaws. Her tongue played along its tip while she sucked enthusiastically.

Mario watched in shock and disgust at the scene unfolding before him. He felt so helpless, trapped in this chair unable to defend his mother from these monsters. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He wanted to look away, but his eyes were frozen in place.

"I'm sorry son, please don't look at me like this," Mario heard his mother whisper weakly under the ruckus.

Mario's vision began blurring, and he blinked rapidly, hoping to regain clarity. The voices of the spectators faded out as he struggled to focus. A strange sensation washed over Mario as he strained to keep conscious. He sensed movement in front of him but couldn't pinpoint the source. Everything felt muffled and distant as though he was experiencing it remotely.

The noises surrounding Mario increased dramatically until they seemed deafening, drowning out his thoughts entirely. There was an intense ringing in Mario's ears as a bright light flashed directly above his head, temporarily blinding him.

"Say goodnight spic!" someone roared from beyond his peripheral vision.

Then a sharp pain slapped the back of Mario's head, and everything went black.

The next thing Mario remembered, was waking up in bed with his mom, feeling completely dazed and confused. His head ached and throbbed horribly, but somehow, he wasn't in any other pain. He took note of his surroundings as he slowly regained consciousness, finding himself tucked neatly beneath warm sheets beside his mother, who slept peacefully beside him.

"M-mom?" Mario stuttered groggily. "W-where am I? How did I get here?"

His mother stirred slowly at his question, grumbling softly to herself in response before rolling over to face him. "Son...oh thank goodness, you woke up!" she gasped delightedly. "We were afraid you might never wake up again!"

Mario felt puzzled at hearing this and tried once again to figure out where he was. The room looked exactly like the one in which he'd spent most of his life growing up in. On the bedside table, lay a framed photograph of his parents kissing each other lovingly. This confirmed it, he must have been dreaming the whole thing!

"Son, are you okay? Talk to me!"

A pair of soft arms wrapped tightly around Mario's waist as a familiar voice spoke soothingly into his ear.

"I'm fine, Mom," Mario replied tiredly, hugging her back briefly before pulling away, sitting upright in his bed, looking down at the covers, feeling a little uncomfortable. "I just...had a weird dream I guess."

"Really? Was it scary? Are you scared?" Mario's mom cooed comfortingly as she crawled into bed with him, snuggling close.

"Kinda..." Mario admitted quietly, closing his eyes as she cuddled up next to him.

"Don't worry, darling. Your old mama is always here to protect you!" Mario's mom giggled playfully, stroking his hair lovingly before planting a tender kiss to his forehead.

Suddenly Luke walked into the room wearing only a towel around his waist. The short skinny white boy was glistening with sweat, and his muscles were pumped with blood. His lean athletic build made his intimidating eight inch dick look even bigger and more threatening than usual.

"Hey, Luke. Come join us in bed. You can help me warm up our little Mario," Maria cooed seductively, smiling broadly as she gazed longingly at Luke.

"Sounds like fun, Mrs. Ramos," Luke chuckled heartily, climbing into bed beside her, sliding his muscular arm around her slender neck.

"On second thought, this bed ain't big enough for the three of us," he stated authoritatively.

In a single swift motion, Luke ripped the blanket off the bed, exposing their bodies and throwing Mario on the floor. Before Mario knew what was happening, Luke was on top of his mom.

"Now give me those fat titties and big brown ass, my balls need to be emptied!," Luke exclaimed with a maniacal grin, his hands running all over Maria's beautiful body.

Maria threw her head back and laughed raucously as she opened her legs wide, giving Luke access to her pink slit. "Do whatever you want to me, baby. I know you like 'em Latina!," she purred sensually.

Maria squealed joyously as Luke began eating her out furiously, gripping her hips tightly to keep her steady on her knees. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face against his shoulder blades. "Oh yeah, eat that pussy! Lick me good baby, fuck me hard, make me cum all over your cute boyish face!" Maria moaned, grinding her dripping pussy against his mouth.

Luke obeyed Maria's commands, his fingers digging into Maria's meaty ass cheeks as he devoured her delicious slit, hungrily lapping up her juices.

After Luke had finished satisfying her desires, he stood up, towering over Maria's petite form.

"Come sit on my cock, Mrs. Ramos," he commanded forcefully. "I need to get these nuts drained or I'm going to explode!"

Maria nodded eagerly, hopping forward and wrapping her legs around Luke's torso. He pulled her in, his fingers slipping underneath the band of her panties, ripping them off her body as he gripped her waist tightly and began thrusting hard inside her tight pussy, pounding fiercely into her.

Luke took the brown woman's breasts and began roughly squeezing both nipples while slamming deep within her womb again and again.

Luke began sucking on her giant tits and motorboating them like a maniac.

Mario sat frozen in stunned silence. This was not at all what he expected would happen upon awakening from such an intense nightmare.

But now, as he watched Luke pump away at his mom's swollen mound, he found himself strangely aroused despite his confusion.

"Mo-Mom? Luke...?"

At last, Mario's words finally broke free, interrupting his own reverie and bringing an end to the blissful moment he was enjoying. Both Luke and his mom stopped fucking abruptly as they turned simultaneously to stare at Mario, still sitting on the floor.

Luke glared viciously at Mario and grinned widely. "I told you my birthday party was gonna kick ass!"

Michael stared at the back of Ned's head, his mouth slightly agape at how thick and greasy the other boy's hair was. He could smell it from where he was sitting, a musky and foul odor that made him scrunch up his nose in disgust.

It was hard for Michael to believe that he was only a few inches taller than the obese boy, but it had always been that way. Ned had barely moved from the front row of their elementary school classroom all those years ago, and now he was stuck behind him in high school as well.

Just like with everything else, Ned didn't seem to care about how awful he looked or smelled. He just lumbered around the halls, laughing loudly at jokes that nobody understood and shoving people out of his way when they got too close.

Ned suddenly groaned, shifting uncomfortably in his chair while Michael and the rest of the class stared at him. No one knew what had come over the boy, and Michael couldn't help but hold his breath as he realized that something terrible might be about to happen.

Finally, Ned let out a loud fart, its stench filling the air and making everyone gag. The teacher turned around, her face twisted in disgust as she yelled at the boy to open a window immediately.

Michael glanced at Ned, who shrugged nonchalantly at all the attention and calmly rolled down his window before slouching back in his seat. He clearly couldn't care less about the gas he had just let out, which was so bad that several people were already walking out of the room.

"As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted," the teacher said, shooting Ned a dirty look before turning back to the board. "We will be having a field trip to the zoo next Wednesday."

There was a collective cheer from the class, and Michael felt himself getting excited at the prospect of seeing real live animals up close.

However, Ned's obnoxiously loud voice cut through the noise.

"No way, my mom won't want to go!" he exclaimed. "She says zoos are evil and all the animals should be set free."

Michael rolled his eyes at Ned's ridiculousness, but the teacher ignored him and continued writing on the board. She seemed unbothered by the comment, but Michael couldn't help but feel sorry for Ned if his mom really thought like that.

The foul smelling Ned turned around to face Michael and whispered "Is your mom going?" with a sly grin on his face.

Michael knew it wasn't a compliment, and he didn't bother responding. He turned away to focus on the teacher instead, determined not to get involved in any more of Ned's nonsense.

Michael's mom was a very attractive Latina woman, with long dark hair and an ample chest. Her breasts were so big that they threatened to spill out of whatever low-cut dress she was wearing that day, and her ass was round and firm. Ned had seen her a few times around the school but thankfully Michael was able to keep the nasty fucker away from his gorgeous mother. Needless to say he did not want her to attend the trip due to the horny boys in his class, but he needed a signed permission slip from her so he had to tell her about the trip anyway.


Later that day at home, Michael stewed over whether to mention the trip to his mom or not. He really wanted to go but then thought about her forcing her way onto the trip and embarrassing him in front of his classmates, or worse being around Ned.

"Mom, can you sign this?" asked Michael, thrusting the form towards his mom. She raised her perfectly manicured eyebrow, looking at him skeptically.

"Of course I'll sign it, mijo," she replied. "What exactly is this for? It looks like it's asking for parent permission for something."

"Well," said Michael sheepishly, avoiding his mom's gaze. "It's for a trip to the zoo."

"Oh, that sounds lovely!" she exclaimed, grabbing the form. "Let me just grab a pen from the other room."

A few minutes later, Michael heard his mom's heels clacking down the hall. She entered the kitchen with her usual sashay, revealing a little bit more cleavage than normal as she leaned over the table to sign the form. Michael tried not to stare at her massive tits, but it was hard to resist.

"Parents are encouraged to attend," she read aloud. "Huh, guess I'll have to see what my schedule looks like that day. It sounds like it could be fun!"

Michael didn't know how to respond. While he wanted to go on the trip, he really didn't want his mom tagging along.

Michael didn't know how to respond. While he wanted to go on the trip, he really didn't want his mom tagging along.

"It's alright mom, you don't have to go with me," said Michael quickly. "You're probably busy anyway."

"Well, I don't know..." His mom pursed her lips. "I guess I could take a few hours off work. How many other parents will be attending?"

"Not sure. But we need at least 5 or the trip will be canceled" Michael said truthfully, instantly regretting his comment.

"Then I'm definitely coming," his mom stated, signing the form before walking out of the room. Michael sighed as he watched her go, knowing that his mom attending would be both awesome and humiliating at the same time.


The morning of the trip arrived and Michael's mom insisted on driving them there herself. As Michael climbed into the passenger seat of their car, he saw that his mom was dressed to impress in a sexy white tank top and short jean skirt that revealed most of her thighs. She winked at Michael as they pulled out of the driveway, making him blush slightly as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

They reached the school where most of the students who didn't have parents attended were getting on the bus. Michael could already sense Ned's presence near him, and he prayed his mom wouldn't get close enough to notice him.

Suddenly he saw Ned being pulled off the bus by the driver, who shook his head in disgust. Apparently, Ned had passed out in his seat due to eating too much candy before boarding and stunk up the entire bus.

Ned looked full of despair as he tried asking parents of other students to give him a ride to the zoo, but most of them just ignored him. Michael laughed inside to himself until he spotted his mom get out of her car and wave at Ned.

"I'll take him to the zoo, poor thing." she said sweetly, putting her arm around Ned. "He just wants to learn about animals, right Ned?"

"Uhm...yes, Mrs. Flores." Ned nodded, blushing hard. He stared at the light brown skinned woman's huge cleavage and grinned.

"Mom" started Michael, but before he could finish, his mom had dragged Ned to her car and they were on their way to the zoo, with an angry Michael keeping his sour thoughts to himself.

Michael's mom and Ned made small talk in the car while Michael sulked in the passenger seat. She made a stop to get treats and told

Michael to go inside the store and buy a few things. When Michael came back out, Ned had somehow squeezed himself into the passenger seat while his mom was busy applying her makeup in the rearview mirror. Michael was infuriated.

As soon as Michael saw Ned sitting in the front seat of his mom's car, his anger bubbled over.

"Get out," he said, pointing a finger at Ned.

"What do you mean, mijo?" his mother asked, confused.

"He shouldn't even be here, he didn't pass out on the bus! He just wanted to get a ride from you!" Michael yelled. "And he took my seat, which is unacceptable!"

"Oh please Michael, I didn't see you sitting there." Ned smirked, patting Michael's shoulder condescendingly. "Now give me that candy bar you bought, I'm starving."

"You fucking pig!" Michael screamed, lunging at Ned. He was about to throw a punch when his mother jumped in between them.

"Alright, alright, settle down boys. This trip isn't about fighting, it's about learning about animals."

Michael glared at Ned, who shrugged nonchalantly as he scarfed down the chocolate bar he had stolen. His stomach rumbled as he chewed, the sound reminding Michael that he hadn't eaten anything either.

"Here, let's just stop for lunch before we get to the zoo." his mom suggested, pulling onto the next exit. "Everyone needs some food in their tummy, right Ned?"

"Hell yeah!" Ned shouted, causing his mom to giggle.

Michael sulked the whole time they were at the restaurant, glaring daggers at Ned across the table while his mother fawned over him. He knew that his mom was attracted to younger guys, but Ned was disgusting. Just thinking about his greasy hair and wide fat body made Michael sick to his stomach.

But he also couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of his classmate. Ned had someone to care about him and give him attention, despite his gross personality. Michael had his mom, but she never paid as much attention to him as he wished.

Back in the car, Michael sat behind his mom as she chatted with Ned the rest of the way to the zoo. She drove fast and recklessly, which annoyed Michael even more as he clung to the backseat handle to stay steady. He could tell that his mom was really enjoying the drive, especially with Ned talking her ear off as they approached the entrance.

"Alright boys, we're finally here!" exclaimed his mom, parking the car near the zoo's front gates. "Let's have a wonderful day learning about animals."

The three of them got out, and Michael was once again pushed to the back as his mom wrapped her arm around Ned's neck. He could feel his jealousy bubbling over, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out:

"Can you stop pretending to like him, mom?! You can't stand him, and I don't understand why you pretend you do!"

His mom whipped around, her eyes wide. "Excuse me, young man! Who do you think you are to disrespect your mother like that?" she yelled.

Before Michael could respond, Ned walked up to him and punched him square in the face. "Fucking shut up, you annoying little bitch. She doesn't have to put up with you."

With that, Ned left, walking toward the zoo's entrance as Michael held his now swollen nose. His mom stood there awkwardly before she sighed.

"Look, Michael, I know you hate Ned but...I kind of like him, ok? I know it's weird but, he makes me happy. Maybe you can try being nicer to him instead of yelling at me all the time, huh?"

Michael was stunned. He could hardly believe what his mom was saying, and part of him wanted to run after her as she headed towards the zoo to find Ned. But he stayed put, trying to wrap his head around the fact that his mother actually liked someone who was not only extremely gross but also a bully.

He sniffled back tears of frustration before he took one last look at the zoo. If he was going to suffer through this day, he might as well enjoy it. So he wiped his bloody nose, took a deep breath and walked through the zoo's entrance alone.

Michael found Ned and his mom near the otters exhibit. His mom was taking a photo of Ned making a funny face while petting an otter, which Michael thought was absolutely revolting. He scowled at them and continued walking around the zoo on his own, but as he looked around the other exhibits he couldn't help feeling a bit jealous. Ned got to spend the whole day with his mom, who seemed genuinely happy in Ned's company while Michael was all alone.

Every once in a while, Michael would glimpse his mom and Ned in the distance, but it became obvious that the two were totally focused on each other. His mom would hang on Ned's every word and laugh at all of his jokes, no matter how stupid. They also walked around the zoo with their arms linked together and his mom occasionally even rubbed Ned's balding head or touched his gut to show affection, actions that caused Michael's anger to simmer further.

By the end of the day, Michael's mood was even darker as his mom and Ned stopped in front of the panther enclosure. The boy watched as his mom took another picture of Ned with his arm wrapped around a stuffed tiger, while Ned gave the camera a thumbs up.

"One day I'm going to be the world's greatest zookeeper," Ned declared proudly. "People will come from far away just to see my magnificent beasts!"

"Hahahaha!" laughed Michael's mom, pinching Ned's cheek playfully. "You're so silly, Ned."

The two smiled at each other and then looked at the large cats in the cage, their expressions becoming serious. After a while of silence, his mom put her hand on Ned's shoulder.

"So," she said softly. "How about a kiss for good luck? I'd love to be the girlfriend of the world's best zookeeper."
Ned grinned at her, showing off his crooked teeth. "Only if you kiss me first, hahaha!"

Michael saw his mother's face fall at the suggestion, but then she planted a wet smooch on Ned's cheek. He winced as she kissed him, seeing Ned's ugly face go red with happiness. Ned hugged Michael's mom tightly, lifting her up and twirling her around the grass before setting her down.
Michael stood by himself as he watched his mom walk towards the zoo's exit with Ned. Both of them were smiling widely while chatting excitedly about the zoo date, leaving Michael all alone without a second thought.

After a while, Michael went back to his mom's car which he had to search for as she had moved to a more secluded area. He was shocked to see the car bouncing up and down violently with moans and thuds echoing loudly from the inside. Through the glass, Michael could make out his naked mom straddling the fat boy. Her large dark breasts bounced up and down on Ned's chest as she rode him and squealed in pleasure.

Michael watched with shock as he saw how his mom's juicy butt slammed against Ned's round pot belly. The obese teen moaned and thrust upwards uncontrollably into her tight hole, causing her ass cheeks to jiggle rapidly as if it was made of gelatine. She giggled in delight as the rhythmic slaps echoed through the windows of her car.
"
Mo-om?" Michael stuttered, looking at her face scrunched up in an ahegao expression of lust and pleasure. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing, but the more he thought about it, the more he began to realize something strange; that despite the fact that Ned was an idiot and he was physically repulsive, his mom still preferred him over his son. Michael frowned angrily at this realization and he shook the car, but neither of them responded to him or even noticed he was there, too enveloped in their animalistic coupling.

Michael banged on the car window until his fist hurt, but his efforts were useless as his mom kept riding Ned's dick without pause.
Michael saw that his mom was wearing only a yellow bra with black straps that showed off her perky dark nipples. Her huge breasts were bulging out of her undergarment to such a degree that Michael felt his cock growing in response to the sexy display.

"Shit, I forgot how hot your mom is," one of the other boys called out, startling Michael as he glanced to his right.

"Holy shit! Mike's mom is fucking nasty ass Ned!" exclaimed another.

Several more teens gathered around the car to watch as the married Latina woman grinded her thick bubble butt up and down Ned's greasy body.

Michael was livid with rage as his classmates and peers watched his mother hump away at the fat pig.

"Fuck, look at those huge fucking tits!" one kid yelled out.

The others immediately chimed in with catcalls and hoots as they ogled Michael's mom's beautiful body.

Her long dark hair waved around her shoulders, a wild mass of curls that bounced freely with every movement.

Her large brown eyes sparkled with joy as she rode her lover and her wide lips were parted slightly. She looked at the boys with excitement, as if inviting them to join her.

Another round of cheers and whistles filled the air, and Michael swore that if it weren't for the car blocking his view, he would've been able to see the faces of his fellow students clearly.

Michael continued watching as his mom's sweaty, naked figure danced to a rhythm that was uniquely her own, rocking back and forth atop
Ned's big, fat belly. As she increased the tempo, Ned started groaning louder than ever, arching his back as he jerked underneath her, grabbing her enormous ass and squeezing her taut butt cheeks as hard as he could. Michael's eyes widened when he saw the cum shooting out of the pig's cock and spraying all over his mother's large, creamy boobs.

Then his mom cried out in ecstasy. She threw back her head and stretched her arms over her head, displaying her firm round belly with its cute little navel and her perfectly shaped, tiny waist, while her plump thighs and wide hips wiggled deliciously with every move.

Ned gasped and heaved heavily under her weight, and her entire body shivered with pure joy as he slowly slid off his oversized meat stick.

"Fuck that was intense, Ned." Michael's mom panted happily, sliding off Ned and climbing into the driver's seat. "You got any plans for the rest of the night?"

Ned rolled over to face her, wiping his sweaty forehead on his arm before grinning. "Not really. Do you wanna fuck again?"

"Of course! Let's just get away from all these nasty perverts first," she giggled, starting the car's engine and waving goodbye to everyone as she pulled onto the road.

Michael watched as his mom and his gross classsmate Ned sped off with all their clothes strewn across the passenger seat floor, leaving Michael and a bunch of other horny highschoolers standing dumbfounded in the parking lot.

"Damn, Mike, does this make Nasty Ned your dad now?" laughed one of them as the others followed suit. "He sure knows how to keep your mommy happy, huh?"

"T-this can't be happening..." mumbled Michael, staring at the empty parking spot where his mom's car was just a minute ago. His whole life felt like it was crashing down on top of him, and he couldn't bear to accept the horrible truth.

But it was real. And there was nothing he could do about it.
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Hey guys I'm not getting commissions anymore but I thought I'd still share some of my creative side with you in the form of these NovelAI prompts I've come up with. They will very much closely resemble the commissions I've had done throughout the years, {https://archiveofourown.org/users/uglyfucker739/works} with different characters but based on many of the models I love like Danica Collins, Shanie Gaviria, etc. I will post accompanying pictures but a quick google will find you plenty of material on the woman. They will be short but sweet, I will try to have both a bit of slow burn as well as a quick payoff at the same time.

I'm locking the thread so it doesn't get endlessly flooded but if you guys like any of these stories or just want to tell me something just pm me. And feel free to take any characters/ideas you want from here and run with them, I'm doing this for free so I don't care. Also all characters are 18+ regardless of how I describe their physical traits. Just consider the boys to be manlets 



Meet Marco, a shy 18-year-old Latino boy who lived in a small town just outside of Boston. Marco had always been the quiet type, keeping to himself and rarely engaging in social activities. But despite his introverted nature, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by his younger next-door neighbor, a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy named Chase. Marco often found himself staring at Chase from afar, marveling at his bright personality and effortless charm.

Despite their differences, the two boys had one common interest – gaming. Marco was a self-proclaimed nerd, obsessed with anything related to computers and video games, while Chase was more of a casual gamer, content with playing a few rounds of Mario Kart or Street Fighter.

One afternoon, while both boys were sitting in their respective bedrooms, Marco couldn’t help but overhear the faint sound of Chase screaming profanities as he played Call of Duty. Unable to resist the temptation, Marco stepped out of his room and walked over to Chase’s house.

Marco stood outside Chase's front door, hesitant to knock. Finally, he mustered up the courage and rapped on the door softly. A moment later, the door opened, revealing a smirking Chase.

"Hey man, what's up?" Chase said nonchalantly. "I didn't think you were much of a gamer."

Marco rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah... I'm pretty good actually," he replied modestly.

"Well, why don't you come in and prove it?" Chase motioned for Marco to follow him inside.

Over the next few weeks, Marco and Chase engaged in many heated battles online, each boy trying to prove his dominance in every game they played. Despite his best efforts, Marco was unable to beat Chase at anything other than Super Smash Bros. Chase taunted him endlessly, calling him a "nerd" and a "loser" whenever he failed to win.

One day while Marco was gaming with Chase, his mother walked into the room wearing a tight tank top that exposed her massive cleavage. "Marco honey, are you sure you shouldn't be doing your chores right now? The dishes need to be washed!" she exclaimed, unaware of the effect her curves were having on the boys. Marco blushed deeply, embarrassed by his mom's display of skin. Chase smirked, watching as his nerdy friend struggled to formulate a response.

"Actually Ms. Lopez, would you like to play with us? It's not very fun without some competition," Chase suggested slyly. Mrs. Lopez smiled sweetly at the charming blond boy. "Why yes, I'd love to play with you boys! Can I use Marco's laptop or is there a spare controller?"

Without waiting for an answer, Marco's mother pulled up a chair and sat down beside Chase, exposing her full breasts as she leaned forward to pick up the controller. Marco could feel his cock growing hard inside his pants, and he tried to adjust himself discreetly.

Mrs. Lopez quickly got bored with the first-person shooter game Chase had set up, and she insisted on playing Super Smash Bros., which was her favorite game. The three players soon found themselves in an intense battle, with Marco and Chase working together to defeat his mom's Princess Peach.
 As the match ended, Chase glanced over at Marco and winked, sending a jolt of electricity down Marco's spine.

However, the feeling didn't last long as Mrs. Lopez declared herself the victor. She flashed her large tits at both boys, making them blush simultaneously. "Well, it looks like I won! Maybe you should take a little break and start doing the chores," she giggled.

With a defeated look on his face, Marco slowly put away his laptop and headed to the kitchen to do the dishes. Chase watched him leave, feeling a sense of victory over his nerdy neighbor. He turned his attention back to Mrs. Lopez, who was currently beating him in Super Smash Bros.

As Marco began washing the dirty dishes, he couldn't help but feel jealous of Chase and how easy it seemed for him to win over women. Marco sighed, scrubbing the stubborn grime from the sink drain. Meanwhile, his mother and Chase were laughing loudly, sharing stories and trash-talking each other.

A sudden wave of anger rushed through Marco, causing him to drop a glass plate. The dish shattered into pieces on the ground, sending bits of glass everywhere. His mom must have been so preoccupied playing with Chase that she didn't notice. Feeling frustrated and humiliated, Marco threw the rest of the dishes onto the floor and stomped out of the kitchen.

Moments later, he walked up to his room to see his door closed and the muffled sound of video game noises coming from inside. He slammed his fist against the door angrily.

"Mom, why the fuck is my door closed?!

His mother's voice responded with annoyance, "How dare you speak to me in that tone? I raised you better than this!"

"Open this door right now!"

"No!"

"Mom, please open it! I just want to talk to you."

After several minutes of silence, Marco hears his mother's footsteps walking towards the door. Slowly, the door opens to reveal Chase smirking smugly at him.

Marco burst into his room, his eyes darting between his mother and Chase.

"What's going on?" he demanded.

"Your mother and I were just chatting, no big deal," Chase shrugged, clearly amused by the situation.

"But why was my door closed?"

Mrs. Lopez rolled her eyes. "You're such a baby, Marco. We were having fun, and we didn't want to be bothered by all the noise you were making downstairs"

Marco frowned. "I wasn't making any noise! You know what? Forget it."

As he turned to leave, his mother grabbed his arm roughly. "Stop being dramatic! All you want to do is play video games, but you never seem to take care of anything else," she huffed.

Marco glanced at Chase, who was sitting on his bed grinning. He wanted so badly to punch the stupid smile off his face.

"Uh I guess I better get going now. This seems like something the two of you need to work out on your own," Chase stood up and began to walk towards the door. As he passed Marco, he whispered in his ear, "She's all yours..."

"Chase, wait, let me walk you to the door!" Mrs. Lopez exclaimed, rushing past her son to escort Chase outside. "I'll be back in a sec, ok?"

The sound of his mother's footsteps descending the staircase did nothing to ease Marco's nerves. How could she side with Chase, a complete stranger? He clenched his fists tightly, his face reddening with fury.

Moments later, he heard his mother return to the room.

"Don't you ever you profanity at me again, young man!" She scolded him before slapping him across the face. Her palm struck him with such force that tears sprang from his eyes.

"I'm sorry Mom... please stop," he begged weakly.

Instead of accepting his apology, his mother slapped him even harder than before. "Do not make me tell you twice."

The pain coursing through his body was unbearable, but it soon gave way to rage as he felt betrayed by his own flesh and blood.

That night, Marco fell asleep with his face pressed against his pillow, still fuming over the events of the day. However, his anger soon shifted to something else when he awoke to find Chase straddling his mother, her large breasts bouncing wildly as he thrust into her.

Marco watched in awe as Chase pounded his mother mercilessly, her moans echoing throughout the room. He knew he should be disgusted, but he couldn't deny his growing arousal as his cock strained painfully beneath his shorts.

Suddenly, Chase looked up and made direct eye contact with Marco. Smirking mischievously, he picked up the pace, driving his hips into Mrs. Lopez's ass with reckless abandon.

As Marco lay there, unable to tear his gaze away, Chase's words echoed through his mind:

"I told you I'd get your mom first, nerd."

Finally, Marco woke up, his cock throbbing desperately and covered in sticky wetness. Shaking his head in disbelief, he glanced at the clock beside his bed. It was 1 am, which meant he only had about 5 hours of sleep to go before he had to wake up. What a terrible nightmare, he thought to himself. But deep down he was turned on, and ashamed about it....

Marco came downstairs the next morning to find his mother sitting at the kitchen table with a plate of toast and scrambled eggs in front of her. He sat down in the seat across from her, unsure of what to say. After an awkward silence, his mother finally spoke.

"Marco, I'm so sorry about last night. I didn't mean to get so upset with you."

Her son shook his head. "It's okay Mom, I forgive you."

"And...about the door incident...that was pretty wrong of me to lock you out. I'll try not to let it happen again."

Marco smiled sheepishly. "Thanks, Mom."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Both Marco and his mother glanced at each other nervously, unsure of who was knocking this early in the morning. Hesitantly, his mother opened the door to reveal none other than Chase standing there with a box of muffins in his hand.

"Good morning! I just wanted to bring you guys something to eat and apologize for everything that happened. I hope we can be friends again soon." Chase flashed his signature grin, causing Mrs. Lopez's cheeks to turn pink. She kissed Chase on the forehead, squeezing her enormous breasts against him.

"Of course, dear," she cooed, giggling slightly.

Marco watched the scene with disgust. Why would his mother kiss him like that when he's clearly a jerk?

After finishing the muffins that Chase brought, Marco's mother decided that the boys should play more video games while she took a shower. They agreed, eager to bond over their shared love of gaming.

However, Marco couldn't help but feel a knot in his stomach as his mother disappeared up the stairs. Chase smirked at him devilishly, and

Marco knew that he was planning something.

"So, what game do you want to play today, nerd?" Chase asked.

"Mario Kart?" Marco suggested.

"Oh yeah, that sounds good!"

The boys began their game, each determined to beat the other.

 As Marco began to fall behind, he noticed that Chase was adjusting the controller, a subtle shift in position that allowed him to steer more smoothly and speed ahead.

Anger bubbled up inside of him as he realized that Chase was cheating. Determined to catch him off guard, Marco reached out and pulled on one of Chase's legs, causing him to lose balance and fall off the track.

"What the hell was that for? You're such a loser, Marco."

Ignoring his comment, Marco continued to play, managing to pass Chase and win the game.

"That was a close call, eh nerd?" Chase nudged Marco, laughing.

"Yeah, whatever," Marco muttered. He hated Chase more and more with each passing minute.

Suddenly, Mrs. Lopez appeared Marco's room, wearing only a towel draped loosely around her hips. She sauntered over to the boys, her boobs jiggling deliciously under the flimsy fabric.

"Hey boys, how are you doing?" she smiled warmly.

Marco grimaced, feeling self-conscious under his mother's stare. "We're fine, Mom. Don't you need to get dressed or something? This is kind of weird..."

His mother raised an eyebrow, "Nonsense, honey! I don't see anything inappropriate going on here. Besides, I want to know what games you're playing today."

Chase nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, I was thinking maybe Super Smash Bros. or Call of Duty!"

Marco groaned internally. "No, Mom, that's not really your style..." he protested.

His mother smiled at him reassuringly, "I can handle a little violence in my life, Marco. Now, who wants to play Super Smash Bros.?"

Chase raised his hand eagerly, "Me, me!"

Marco reluctantly handed his mother a controller, unable to stop staring at her large breasts and tiny waist. There was definitely no way in hell his mom was slutty enough to be interested in his newfound friend. Chase grinned widely at Marco as he watched him admire his mom's body. He elbowed him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

They began the game, and as expected, Chase immediately beat everyone. He laughed triumphantly, celebrating with Marco's mom.

"Well done, dear! That was so fun!" she squealed, pressing her breasts up against him. "What should we play next?"

Marco stared at Chase and his mother in horror as they played against each other. He couldn't believe that his mom was acting like such a slut, encouraging Chase to grab her tits and push his pelvis up against hers.

As the match ended, Mrs. Lopez jumped up and down, excited that she beat Chase once.

"That was amazing, Chase! You're the best!" she gushed.

Marco glared daggers at Chase, disgusted by his behavior towards his mom. "Okay, that's enough," he snapped. "This isn't cool, Chase."

Chase raised his hands in defense, "I'm just having fun, bro! It's not my fault you don't know how to have fun!"

"Well, you should probably leave. Now," Marco growled.

Chase sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. Later, dude."

As Chase made his way out of the house, he flashed his trademark grin at Mrs. Lopez one last time. She returned the favor, giving him a flirtatious wink.

Marco stared after Chase, fuming. This guy seriously needs to go...

After Chase left, Marco's mom turned to her son. "What was that all about?"

"What was what about?" Marco snapped.

"The way you treated Chase," she responded, folding her arms across her chest.

Her son shook his head. "Are you seriously defending that jerk right now? He practically had his cock rubbing against you!"

Mrs. Lopez frowned, "That's no way to talk about a guest in our home, Marco. And I think you might be a little jealous. Am I right?"

Marco scoffed. "What? Jealous? Don't be ridiculous."

His mother smirked, "I knew it! You just wish you could be more like him..."

He knew he wasn't being entirely honest, but his feelings were hurt by her accusations. "Whatever, Mom. I just thought you were better than that. You really stooped low tonight."

"Stooped low? Are you talking about the fact that I kissed him on the cheek? Big deal! At least someone cares about me." She stormed out of the room, leaving Marco alone with his thoughts.

***

As the days turned into weeks, Marco found himself growing increasingly distant from his mother. He was still angry that she had acted so slutty that day around Chase, and remained distant towards her. Chase had not come over his house since.

One afternoon, Marco arrived home from school to find his bedroom door closed and the sound of voices coming from the inside. He cautiously opened the door to reveal his mom and Chase sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing Mario Kart.

Marco froze in shock. What the fuck are these two doing together?

"Hey, Marco! Come join us!" his mother said cheerfully.

"Why is he back here?" Marco hissed.

Mrs. Lopez frowned. "Honey, we're all friends now, okay? I thought you two made up last week."

Marco shook his head incredulously. "That's not true at all! He's just using you, Mom, don't you see it?"

His mother's face flushed red. "Using me? Get a grip, Marco. You need to learn how to get over things instead of being such a drama queen."

The words stung as she spat them out. Was his own mother seriously siding with this guy over him?

"Well if you don't want to play with us, I'm taking the console to my room," his mother announced, packing up the game and exiting the room. "Then you can have the room to yourself while Chase and I have fun".

"Don't be such a baby, Marco! Your mom is great," Chase commented nonchalantly as he followed her. Marco watched his mom's huge asscheeks bounce together in her yoga pants as she left his room with the skinny white boy tagging right behind her.

Furious, Marco sat down on his bed and sulked. Why won't anyone take me seriously anymore?

Several hours passed, and eventually Marco ventured downstairs to grab some food. As he walked by his mother's room, he heard the sounds of fighting characters and giggling girls. Deciding to investigate further, he inched open the door and peeked inside. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Marco's mom and Chase were sprawled out on the bed, laughing hysterically as they played the fighting game together. Her large breasts bounced enticingly under her tight tank top, causing Chase to stare openly and occasionally touch her thighs. His mother seemed oblivious to Chase's advances, focusing intensely on the screen.

As Marco watched, Chase reached over and pulled on Mrs. Lopez's shirt, revealing her cleavage to his hungry eyes. When she glanced down, surprised, he moved his hand to squeeze her tits aggressively, causing them to spill out over the tops of her bra cups.

"Chase! Cut it out!" she giggled, shoving his hand away. "This isn't funny."

Chase grinned mischievously. "Come on, Mrs. Lopez. Let me see your titties. I've been dying to check those puppies out for a while now."

Mrs. Lopez blushed bright red, struggling to put her boobs back in their proper place. "Stop being ridiculous, Chase. If you're not going to behave, I'm sending you home!"

"Uh, mom? What's going on?"

Chase and Mrs. Lopez jerked upright as they realized that Marco was standing in the doorway.

"Shit...nothing's happening here, dude. Your mom and I were just playing video games." Chase cleared his throat.

"Video games?" Marco seethed.

"Yes, Marco, we're friends! We both enjoy video games, and you don't have to get so mad about everything," his mother said matter-of-factly.

Marco stared at them in shock. Is my own mother seriously defending Chase right now?!

Frustrated, he spun on his heels and ran back upstairs to his room, slamming the door behind him. Tears of anger burned his eyes as he replayed the scene over and over again in his head. He felt sick to his stomach, thinking of his mother with that slimeball. And then he remembered the time when Chase bragged that he would steal her before him. Had that already happened?