Late pt.8

Hi all!

A continuation of the 'Late' series! Freddie and Jane are enjoying making up for lost time, but the team is suffering without Coach Matherson. Can the team survive, or will some players take matters into their own hands, and pry into Freddie and Jane's oasis of bedroom antics?

  Enjoy! - TSG123 x

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Terry sniffed, feeling the cloying scent of rain and mud in the air. She bounced on first base, trying not to let the sodden clothes dampen her spirits further as a ball whipped from the pitcher’s hand straight past a bat swung more in hope than anger.

*THWIP-thunk*

The sound of the ball nestling in the catcher’s glove was another gut punch. Bob’s head went down. He handled the softball bat like he’d never seen one before, rolling it in jerky movements that confirmed his inner demons.

“Falcons, Falcons, Falcons!-“

The main part of the crowd in the bleachers cheered, yellow falcon crests emblazoned on their raincoats. Five figures in red watched on to the side, trying their best to be heard.

“Come on Wildcats-”

Terry sniffed.                                                                               

The pitcher was good… she took the ball back easily, and set her stance wide. Terry’s eyes briefly slid down to the muscled glutes filling out the softball pants nicely. Usually she would have enjoyed the show.

She looked up at the scoreboard and sighed.

Sometimes away days could be fun. This was not one of those days.

Light tinkles of rain pattered across the dirt and mud, slowly transforming it into a paste. Puddles collected in places where divots or footprints resided, and the air was warm and muggy, not helped by the floodlights pounding down on the softball pitch.

THWIP-thunk

The figures in red tried to offer encouraging calls over their far louder neighbours, having braved the three-hour drive for the privilege of soaking in smart bleachers. One of them tried to rouse a chorus, but it didn’t catch, and they sat back resoundingly in their seat with an audible squelch.

Terry grimaced as she tried to look ready to sprint. At her most confident, she loved to keep the fielders on edge, poised to fly at a moment’s notice.

“GIMME A P... GIMME AN E…. GIMME AN N….. GIMME AN I….“

“SARAH, stop it!”

The sound of Terry’s sister trying to start a rude chant almost made her smirk. Usually it might have annoyed her, but she needed whatever light-heartedness she could get. Her heel went to the edge of the base as she looked over at the pitcher, and then to the batting plate, behind which Kevin was sulking on the bench.

Her heel edged back.

THWIP-Thunk

The majority of the crowd cheered.

A quivering Bob trudged back to the dugout, and was immediately confronted by a figure that seemed almost gleeful to be leering over him.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU BOB, KEEP YOUR STANCE BACK! Honestly, it’s pathetic, it really is... you’re lucky I don’t just give up on you.... You need to keep your shoulders wider like I said.....”

Terry’s teeth clenched as she watched Dean gesticulate to Bob for all to see, revelling in his position of authority.

Bob seemed to shrink further into his un-athletic bulk.

Terry hadn’t understood why Bob remained in the team with such abuse. His enjoyment seemed to have fallen off a cliff since Coach Matherson had left...

‘Maybe he’s just accepted it like we all have…’

As she stood glumly at first base she flicked her eyes over Kevin again, shifting her weight back to a docile slouch whilst Charlene padded tentatively to the batter’s plate. She weighed up whether there was really any reason to stay.

‘This all sucks... hell I could just give up and play computer games…’

She looked over at Mo in the dugout sharing a murmured joke with Stacey, and snorted as the woman offered a weak smile back. Clearly he’d just said something inappropriate.

‘Well… don’t wanna lose the team because of one asshole… I’m on my computer too much as it is….’

As the ball sailed past Charlene’s weak swing, and Dean’s voice began to crow out from the dugout, Terry wondered where Coach Matherson was.

‘She’d better be doing something damn important.’

*THWIP-CRACK!*

Terry’s head whipped to see Charlene running as best she could towards first base, and realised too late she needed to start sprinting, only to watch despairingly as the ball reached a fielder, already aiming it straight back to second base.

“Shit-“

She powered her feet to the floor, but it was into the second baseman’s waiting mitt before she could take a third step.

A light ripple of woops and claps from the home end made her nostrils flare as she stomped back to the dugout. Dean was already waiting.

“CONCENTRATION, what did I say??!? You need to listen to what I tell you!”

She clenched her jaw so she wouldn’t engage in the natural reaction of biting off the finger wagging her way, instead stomping past whilst muttering under her breath.

“Idiot-idiot-IDIOT…”

She moved past Kevin, who briefly engaged her pointed look, softening for a moment, before the tension in his jaw returned and Terry became invisible again.

Terry sniffed and traipsed to the end of the line where Stacey was sat, looking rather glum.

“It’s alright, you did better than me if that’s any help,” she offered quietly.

“Yeah..”

“Maybe you shoulda stopped focusing on the pitcher’s ass!” Mo grinned.

Terry tried to nod, but couldn’t muster more than a brief fake smile as she slumped down on the bench.

‘Would be nice to be able to bust Freddie’s balls right about now.’

She glanced at the empty space to her other side, and peeled her eyes.

‘Where are you.... ya damn idiot...’

***

Fred sat on the lap of an angel, straddling her naked form. She didn’t say anything, the halo around her head casting a light that filled his vision as she put her hands on his waist, aiming her crotch-meat directly at his ass. A gentle wind feathered at the tips of his hair.

“Uhnnn….”

The slide inside was lacking something…. definition… but he wanted it….. he could still feel her whispering something in his ear…. The wind began blowing stronger, building intensity...

“You’re a bitch.”

“I’mmabitch…..”

“You’re a little bitch.”

“I’mmmalittlebiitch....”

Blue eyes fixed him in place as the wind built up to a gale, buffeting at his side.

He wanted her to cum in him. Wanted her to breed him. The angel moaned. He answered with a cry through the storm as her hair flew out to her side.

“FuckmmeeeeM……!”

***

“-muuhhh…..”

Freddie’s eyes crawled open, gazing at an unfamiliar white ceiling, feeling the blood raging through his rock-hard penis.

“Fuhh….”

Some sort of walrus nearby let out a huge snort.

“Hnnnkkgghhhhhh....”

It took him a few seconds to work out it was late morning, and he wasn’t in his flat. Cream walls, tasteful wooden drawers and wardrobes all neatly arranged with no clothes hanging out of them was not something he usually woke up to. The smell of clean, fresh linen was vibrant in his nose, quickly replaced as he burped and recoiled.

The stench of semen filled his nostrils.

“Hhruugh.….oh…”

“Hhnnkkkkkkkkghh....”

The snort rattled his skull again.

‘What on earth?....’

He brought his head from the vibrating pillow, and turned to see the dying pig sounds were coming from right beside him. His eyebrows shot up at Jane Matherson’s face crushed against the pillow, mouth wide open and letting loose snores not heavy enough to shake the windows, but certainly enough to make him wonder how he’d managed to sleep at all.

“Hhhnnkkkkkkkkghhhh....”

Freddie looked on in amazement, observing her nose bent by the angle it had been stuffed into the pillow, the little dot of wetness at the corner of her mouth, her short blond hair everywhere. It might have been the ugliest he’d ever seen her.

‘She’s perfect.’

The tremendous urge to kiss her barged to the forefront of his thoughts.

‘I shouldn’t wake her...’

His eyes trailed down the slight curve of her back, and then further to where the sheets covered her body, the hills of her buttocks in the bed clear to see, then back up to where her arms were akimbo like a ragdoll dropped from the rafters.

Fred sighed, simply enjoying the sight of the splayed-out woman, barely believing that any female was sleeping next to him, let alone this one. Maybe he’d wake up and it would all be a dream?

“Hnn....”

The ache of his asshole told a different story, and he raised the sheets, eyes widening as he realised his ass had leaked Jane’s sperm through the night, leaving a large wet patch that he had slept in blissfully.

‘Oh holy fuck.’

Then followed more smells – the BO of two people crusty with sweat weighed heavily in the air.

“Oof...”

“HMPNUH?”

He jerked as a coarse snuffling sound coalesced into a dishevelled-looking Jane, her hair straw-like and half-over her face, an oddly grumpy look giving way to satisfaction as she unpeeled her face from the pillow, blotched red where she had slept on it. Her eyes were covered by strands of straw. She chewed the air, and reached for water on the bedside table, finding none, groaning and clutching her left arm, before suddenly going stiff, and peeling back the unkempt curtains across her face.

Fred gave a little wave.

“Hi.”

“GUHh-“

She coughed, choking on nothing before pasting an overly breezy smile on her face, whipping the hair from bulging eyes.

“H..hi…!”

Quickly she half-covered her breasts and face, the side which wasn’t already red flushing scarlet.

“..Sorry… was I snoring? I forget because there’s not usually anybody...”

“Uh… a little?”

“Ah. Sorry.. well I forgot… someone told me before… long ago. Are you sure I wasn’t loud?...”

“Uh... well I mean a little… for a rhino.”

She let out a high-pitched titter.

“OH haha.. sorry… someone told me a long time ago but I stopped using the nose-strips-… sort of forgot… my apologies... no-one to impress reall-“

Fred crawled forwards and kissed her on the mouth to shut her up, protests fading as he gently settled their bands together, before biting her bottom lip, playfully pulling it. A slight hint of her morning breath was the wonderfully sour cherry on top.

“…. Good morning.”

She smelt like someone who needed a shower.

He kissed her again, this time putting his tongue into her mouth, and Jane whimpered in surprise as he fell on top of her, her man’s feathery weight resting on her chest. Her arms wrapped around him. Time seemed to slow. The aching pain that wormed up through her left elbow was ignored. She sucked his tongue and sighed as it slid from between her dry lips, now wet with saliva.

“…..Mm….Morning.”

“So uh… what’s a boy gotta do to get a good breakfast around here?”

She eyed him, a growing eagerness on her face.

“Well, I think there’s something being cooked up between my legs for good boys like you...”

He smirked and slithered a hand underneath the sheets and grabbed her rising cock. It felt sweaty, juicily thick and meaty between his fingers. Perfect.

“This?”

“Hn….Not what I meant but…”

He squeezed.

“HHHhn...!”

“…It’ll have to do. I guess I’ll have to serve myself?”

“MmmHm,” she sighed, enjoying the way he took control. “Correct. I brewed this batch specially...”

He squeezed her cock again as it hardened to its full length and girth, huge in his hand like a gear stick. It sent a thrill through him as she moaned, shuddering.

“UuuGHGHhmm… Huh.. maybe I can let you steer… just this once…”

She lay back, resting one arm behind her head.

“…You’ll just be ninety-nine percent my pretty little bitch-boy, and one percent self-respecting male. When I allow it.”

“Yes Mama…”

His fingers tightened and began to chug her hardness as he shuffled under the covers and sensed her hot, smelly junk lurking in the darkness. Already saliva was spilling into his mouth as he brought his lips to it, threatening to touch her stinking helmet. She’d sweated during the night, and it was humid under the sheets. He felt like he was pressing through a tropical jungle, discovering a slimy creature inside that he needed to wrestle with....

“Love you mama,” a sweet voice mewled from beneath the sheets, sounding more like a playful schoolgirl than anything comparable to a man.

“Oohhh stop teasing and eat your breakfast,” she grunted, her voice still groggy.

Fred’s smiling, not-quite-awake head slipped down to slide his lips down her shaft as Jane lied back like she was tanning at the beach, staring up at the ceiling and anticipating the wondrous moment of his lips coming to her helmet, wondering how in the hell she had been so lucky.

Warm breath approached her waiting shaft.

“OOOhhhhh shhhittt…..”

‘Is God real?... if so-‘

A tongue flicked out and snatched a taste of her helmet, making her gasp.

“HHUHn!”

Freddie wasted no time in going to work, and Jane rocked, her relaxing morning quickly descending into a whirling vortex of glorious suction as her cock was gripped by slutty lips. Fred vacuumed in his cheeks as he went full whore mode, dropping his head violently down onto her dick and sliding it straight down his throat.

“HHNuh!”

Jane gasped, eyelids spasming as a young tongue swirled around her meat, feathering at her piss-slit, checking under the folds of her foreskin, tickling the ridge of her head. A bevy of pleasurable sensations hit deep in her brain, and she found herself clutching the bedsheets as Freddie went above and beyond any intensity usually required from a morning blowjob, savagely debasing his face as he choked on her yardstick, gagging and spluttering whilst coating her manhood in a wave of spit.

“MMgllg-glgl-gl-gl-!“

His head began to bob, throat sliding up and down, the darkness of the sheets honing his senses down to the tangy, smelly cock still stinking of last night’s jizz. He revelled in it, the overtones so strong that tears began to stream for his eyes as his nose crinkled, moaning and slobbering as he felt his masculinity quiver in the darkest, lost corners of his mind; defeated, useless.

“Mmmlgh... mllgghh...”

The sheets became a hotbox of unwashed genitalia and sweat. Sounds of squelching, whining and moaning began to flit through the air, some of it muffled under the sheets, Jane thanking every creator and deity that had ever existed, all of which had led her to this moment… being blown by a little twink in the morning, without even having to ask. No extra smells could overpower the BO and sharp musk of two unwashed humans re-acquainting themselves with the same debauchery as the previous night.

“Mmmglh-mgglh…mgllh-mglh-“

Jane rippled, muscles clenching as she watched her eager bedsheet bob up and down, the ghost of Christmas present giving her the greatest gift of all as she moaned again, a girlish release of pleasure as the lips changed tactics and snaffled at the spot between her dick and balls.

“Uhn!”

Fred felt the cock throb against his face, and then a spurt of warm wetness spurted into his hair.

“Mmff?”

He kissed at the vein raised along the side of the shaft, tracing up and down, feeling the trickle of cum down the back of his head and neck. He reached back and ran his hand through it like he was spreading shampoo, bringing the drenched hand to her cock and jerking it, lubing the cock with her own seed.

Jane felt the fist grip tight to her manhood, grunting as he began to jerk it hard, before another gasp escaped her as the figure sucked one of her balls into his mouth and gargled it.

“GLUhh-“

“HUH-“

Fred sucked the fleshy gobstopper in his mouth, bouncing it around and enjoying the way the hips and thighs he lay on squirmed and wiggled at his command. The musk of ball-sweat was eye-wateringly strong. If anything, it invigorated him like a shot of adrenaline, and he kept his fingers clamped around the shaft as he jerked her weapon, chugging the dick like he was pumping up a football. It was wonderful seeing her thighs and abs clench as he worked, hear her soft sighs and feel them reverberating in his head via the slimy testicle in his mouth. The slim figure worked Jane’s crotch like a heavy piece of machinery, using strong jerks of the wrist and a whore-ish vacuuming suction of the lips to pull a ball entirely into his mouth where it filled it like a gag.

Jane had to see.

She pulled up the sheets, and was greeted with a smell so overpowering that even she grimaced, throwing the bedding aside to reveal Fred’s face puffed up like a hamster in total delirium. His raging hard cocklet bounced between his legs as he crouched like some sort of cum-covered goblin, his head low and in her crotch, half her scrotum bulging his cheeks.

“Hnnng-“

Jane’s cheek twitched as soft, dewy eyes snapped to hers, and she let out a rather ugly grunt as his fist whipped up and down her dick, flicking an instant pleasure switch that she could not deny.

“HHNG.”

Ecstasy raced up her dick as it throbbed in Fred’s fingers, and then a stream of white spurted up into the air. Jane watched it, near cross-eyed as she temporarily became a fountain, firing a blasphemous volley into the air, gurning to the ceiling.

Wet lips detached from her testicle with a POP, and Fred eagerly popped his head in the way to meet the next volley face-on.

SSCHHHLURP

“MMMGgglphhhh-“

His open mouth took a volley of seed so hard it almost slapped his tongue as he scrunched his eyes shut, barely able to enjoy the slimy musk of sperm on his tongue before another load squirted up his nose, or rather exploded over his entire face. His head turned in surprise, and the stream shot over his ear and neck.

Jane gurned, almost pissing jizz at a ludicrous rate as she grunted again, an ugly, demonic leer twisting her features. Long fingers clung to the bedsheets.

To anyone on the outside it would have looked the most blasphemous act in the world; a strong, sweaty woman covering a poor, sweet boy in her effluence, but said onlooker would have been even more shocked to see him turn his face back to centre and attempt to scoop up another tidal wave of milk from Mommy’s dick.

“MMPhhhGLGLH-“

The cum shower hosed Fred’s face, to the point his features became mere globby approximations of a human head, a gooey putty version created by a toddler in playschool.

“MMGLhg-glh-mlghhggg...”

He revelled in it. The pure, submissive love, being basted by a superior being. Warm goo covered every hole in his head. He couldn’t see, hear or speak.

Cum was everywhere.

He murmured beneath the flowing lava as he squished his own penis against the mattress, shivering whilst shooting a small load against his belly.

“MMMGllh...”

Jane grunted, model-like features still curled into a look of pained release, face sticky from the previous night and hoarse from the dryness of her throat, though none of it mattered as she hosed down her bitch, jolting with each spurt of man-juice.

SPLLuuuurrge

Fred kept his face in the way of a cum-fountain for a near minute, his left eye glued shut, mouth wide open to accept the soul-sating effluence, but eventually the shots began to lessen in intensity.

“Hhnn…”

Fred reached forwards and kissed the tip of her penis. It responded by hitting him in the face with a glob of jizz that sealed his remaining eye shut.

Jane’s legs softened as the stream began to fade... and finally fell slack.

A tongue reached out to slather the cum facemask into a hungry, slutty mouth.

‘He’s perfect…’

Jane slumped back on the pillows, chin to her chest which gave her a slight double chin as she stared at the cum- monster currently kneeling between her legs, looking like a hybrid of human and glazed donut. The thing began to scoop jizz slowly into its mouth bit-by-bit, revealing a slim, lubricated human face.

“Mmph..GLm..”

Jane reckoned that lying in the afterglow of a blowjob, watching Freddie eat her cum off his face might be the best start to a day ever.

“I hope you enjoyed your breakfast….." she sighed, contented.

The figure tried to speak, but had to lick more cum down to clear their mouth.

“Mmgl.”

It nodded.

“Myheah..”

“Good....”

Jane could suddenly feel how dry her throat was.

“Mmmuh.... shit, we probably should have waited a few hours....”

Fred opened his mouth to say something, but Jane could only stare at the dribble of jizz hanging from his chin like a dog’s spittle, wobbling as he spoke.

“Mmyeah.. mmmhggabbe...”

He scooped some cum from his eyes and forehead as if enjoying the final morsels of a wonderful dessert, shovelling the testicle-juice into his mouth as he spoke.

“Mmsorrry.. Uh, I meant yeah... yeah maybe.... mmmng...”

It took a few minutes for him to finally finish eating the cum from his face, before feeling his hair. Lucidity crept in like a cold breeze invading uncomfortable crevasses, awkwardly eying the goop on his fingers, and touching his stomach where an unhealthy portion of Jane’s semen sloshed.

“Ah.. I-I should.. probably shower.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she smirked, “but first..”

She opened her arms wide. Fred could barely contain himself, flinging his small, wet body into her arms. To Jane, it was like catching a slimy fish. She didn’t care a jot.

They hugged tight.

“... Mmphhgove mmou,” he murmured into the centre of her tits.

“Love you too,” she whispered back, kissing his hair, which was more like kissing the surface of a swamp, emerging with cream on her nose, cheeks and mouth.

“S-sorry,” he murmured, upon seeing her wiping her face on the sheets.

“Don’t be.”

The tightness in her muscles faded quickly, replaced by a feeling of tenderness as she squeezed Fred a little tighter.

“You know... I am pretty hungry though.”

“Urm... well I kinda ate already.....”

A tiny, embarrassed laugh from his lips was like an aphrodisiac that swept through her body, reinvigorating her.

“You’re welcome, bitch.”

“Ha.. thanks Mama.”

She felt his arms squeeze her side, cute little dicklet hardening against her thigh, and sighed.

“Oh honestly.”

“Hmm?”

“Well, now you’ve made me hard again.”

“Wait… made what hard?”

Small fingers wrapped around her drenched, filthy member.

“… This?...”

“We... we can’t again....” Jane muttered as Zack began to crawl up her body, despite already scooting down slightly so he could more easily get on top of her. “We should….. probably take a break…”

“Shhh.”

She watched, helpless as he guided his ass to her dick.

“Oh... you’re just insatiable,” she huffed, before a zombified look came across her face as she felt a (less) tight hole press down onto her womanhood.

In the living room, unnoticed, Fred’s phone vibrated.

***

Dean took an easy practice swing, eyeing up the ball, before releasing.

The golf-club whipped down at the ball, connecting with a sharp SMACK and sending the ball sailing off into the distance... Dean watched with growing despair as it sailed smoothly away from the emerald-green fairway off to the left… and landed smack bang in the middle of the water running parallel with it. A tiny ripple was the only sign of the ball’s meagre existence.

“I can’t see... sounded strong!” Kenny said, squinting in the sunlight, rubbing his wrinkled eyes, “fairway?? Gosh I should have brought my glasses…”

“.... Yup... ah... Straight and centre!” Dean crowed, thumbing the spare ball in his back pocket. He always kept a few handy to drop in the right places.

“Well hot dayum, you did say your touch was on today,” Kenny said genially, trundling to the tee, his knobbed knees and spindly torso with white polo draped over it looking frail enough to shatter into pieces the moment a golf swing was attempted. The club chairman had the air of someone who had forgotten to retire a decade ago, taking an age to set his tee into the ground and place the ball on it. Dean waited impatiently, foot tapping on the ground.

“I’m sure not as good as yours will be,” Dean said, trying to sound idle.

“Right then....”

“You know…… things are going fantastically with the softball team. Getting a real upturn.”

“Oh really? That’s good.... maybe we’ll be able to win the tournament this year... that would be nice... when is it again?”

“The Forest Cup? Next we.... Month. Next month.”

“Good... Good.....”

Kenny’s crinkled, thin face went vacant as he set himself into position, although his face often looked vacant regardless of whether he was concentrating or not.

“Would be nice to win it.”

“Absolutely.”

“... When is it again?”

Dean’s smile tightened.

“Next month.”

Dean fidgeted as Kenny checked his stance again, then again to be certain.

“Although I will say... can’t imagine we’d have gotten far under previous management..... no offense of course, some people are just good at hiding their weaknesses… until it comes down to brass tax.”

Kenny re-set his feet, adjusting.

“Hmm... brass tax?”

Dean had to work hard to control his smile and stop it curving down sharply at the edges.

“Ah yes... Coach Matherson. She’s fallen off, I’m afraid.”

“Oh is that so? I hadn’t realised... Do you think she ah.... Matherson... was not doing an adequate job?”

Dean snorted.

“Adequate? I’d say based on her capabilities, she’d struggle to play in the team, let alone coach it... I didn’t see a lot of softball out there, and I know what I’m talking about.”

Kenny let a gentle practice swing go.

“Ah…. Well her CV is fairly comprehensive… if anything she seemed overqualified.”

He chuckled to himself, whilst Dean’s teeth ground against each other silently in the background.

“I’m…. sure when you hired her she seemed quite competent, but I believe she got very much distracted..... once again, no offence.”

Another practice swing.

“That’s odd... I always liked her....”

Dean fidgeted with the head of his club as he watched on.

“Indeed... I mean perhaps we all did I for a time but... with the accident, and other distractions, I’m fairly certain she’s no longer physically or mentally up to the task. We’re damn lucky I took over when I did.”

Ping

The ball flew gently across the lawn, bouncing a few times, before nestling a hundred yards away in the centre of the fairway, safe, but not troubling anyone with a serious swing.

Kenny looked up and squinted.

“I think that one felt good...”

“Fantastic shot! A real Tiger in the making...” Dean crowed.

“Oh now... I wouldn’t say that,” Kenny admonished, but the pleasant smile on his face suggested he wasn’t offended by the remark.

They walked to the golf-kart parked nearby. The tension in Dean’s muscles increase step by step, before he took a deep breath, attempting to make his voice as idle and relaxed as possible.

“So I was thinking.... maybe in light of all we’ve discussed here, you might consider making me coach... for a longer period?”

“Hmm? A longer period?”

“Ah yes.”

“How long?”

“... Permanently.”

Kenny paused.

“Permanently?”

Dean gave a false laugh.

“Well, it just makes sense, you know...... now might be a good opportunity whilst the team is on an upturn to make a change. After all there’s no guarantee with her injury she’ll be up to scratch if she returns....”

“Hmm... d’you think? Does she not want to come back?”

“Well we don’t know how she feels about it but..”

“Well, perhaps we should wait until we know for sure.”

Dean made a show of shaking his head despairingly, so even Kenny with his woeful eyesight picked up on it.

“Kenny... I really hate to say it but... I’ve just overseen two of the worst losses on a softball pitch... all because of how they’ve been trained over the past three years. They were broken, and I’ve only just started piecing them back together.”

As they slid inside the kart, Kenny’s lips thinned.

“Apologies but... You said Matherson was distracted?.... she seemed very... steely, from what I remember...”

Dean chuckled, starting the ignition.

“Well ah... I think she got distracted by a who, not a what, if you get me...”

“A who?”

“A... partner... of a sexual nature.”

Kenny’s eyebrows rose.

“Blimey. Lucky chap,” Kenny nodded. “So, she got distracted...?“

Dean nodded. He sensed a breakthrough was close, and thanked the grace of God that Kenny’s secretary wasn’t lurking to poison the waters. She always tried to turn Kenny’s ear against him, and it irked Dean to no end.

“He was a team member... Freddie.. you wouldn’t know him… and they had a bit of fun in the ah... equipment storage area.”

At this Kenny’s eyebrows furrowed as they pulled away, and he shook his head, not observing the gorgeous sunlit greenery breezing by.

“Goodness! Surprising to me... I thought she seemed very professional.”

The kart took them down to the fairway, upon which, after another long build-up, Kenny managed to ping his shot another serene one-hundred yards, dead-centre.

“Perfect! I think I’m in trouble!” Dean crowed.

“Well, I’m feeling quite energised today,” Kenny smiled. “Ah, whereabouts is yours?”

“Ah... further up... I think it’s just over that ridge. So about the coaching position...”

“Oh I’m sure we can work something out,” Kenny said amicably.

“Kenny.... Mr Benson....”

Dean injected a note of sympathy into his voice as he paused their walk back to the kart, the pristine grass soft under their feet. He knew he had to press the advantage now.

“... don’t you think those people who paid for their memberships deserve the best?”

“Well... we do hope to have a healthy number of paying members..”

“.... and do you think that Jane Matherson seems like the right fit for those people to develop and grow, both as people and as players? I mean who knows what she’s doing in the clubhouse, with club property! She only got caught once, which means it’s probably happened multiple times before and after.”

“Hmm...”

“Think about it.”

“... um....”

Dean placed a hand on Kenny’s spindly shoulder.

“They need me, Kenny.”

Kenny sighed.

“.... Well, it’s a real shame about Matherson but.... I suppose it’s for the best.....”

“So.... I’ll be the coach... permanently?”

Kenny fidgeted with his club between his fingers.

“Yes, yes, well... let me get Trish to sort out a contract and I’ll ah.... I’ll talk to.....”

“Don’t worry about telling Jane!” Dean interrupted quickly.

“Oh?”

“It’s alright... we’ve got a special rapport, her and I... I’ll break the news. She’ll understand.”

Kenny seemed to relax, his shoulders untensing.

“Well... well that’s awfully decent of you.”

Dean’s eyes became beady as he smiled.

“Anything for the team.”

***

Freddie settled on top of Jane’s thighs, straddling her.

In the midday light streaming through the curtains, she looked like a blond bombshell had been sent through a tumble dryer and dumped in her own bed, looking completely at odds with the white minimalism of the bedroom, the pair of sweaty figures marooned in a king-sized island of messy sheets bordered by the thick, black bedframe.

“Breakfast can wait,” Freddie breathed.

“Yuh,” Jane murmured, lost in whatever her boy was going to do.

He reached back to grab the wet, growing monster, pushing his ass back onto it. As the rock-hard cock pressed against his hole, he shivered and reminded himself of her pleasured expression last night, grimacing as the pain returned of a dick breaching his ass for the first time that day.

‘This is for you, Jane…’

Looking down, he could see the greedy excitement growing in bleary eyes, the lipstick from last night smudged everywhere except her lips, feel her hands coming to his thighs to guide him.

Endless inches slid by, and only the softest whimper of pain left his lips as he sank down to come to a seat on her.

“Hhnn…”

It was invasive like nothing else, and he took a moment just to breathe.

Throb

“Aihh-!”

Her jaw tightened as she watched Fred straighten every time she flexed her dick in his ass, as if puppeteered by the alien creature inside him.

Throb

“AIIH-!”

He could already feel the zips of stimulation firing up his torso from the pulsing hardness deep inside him, the energy building, his body adapting more easily to getting fucked by a huge cock. Feeling that fear bubble up from his gut for what was going to happen to his insides, he gently quelled it with some slow breathing. After a few seconds, Freddie began a slow trot, bouncing an inch up and down on Jane’s hardness.

His ass patted against her thighs serenely, but inside his anal walls were being caved in by the humungous pillar seat.

“UUHn.”

Instantly his chest began to expand, the thumps in his breast increasing as he felt her own heartbeat jump in tempo within him, his eyes widening as she began to work her hips up into him at the same time as he came down.

“Jane…”

He could see her control failing, fingernails tightening to his legs, her feet setting on the bed so she could angle up harder and faster.

“J-jane….!”

She paused, teeth clenched… and slowed.

“S… sorry…”

“Thanks… Mama,” he murmured, tears almost coming to his eyes as the pain and pleasure swirled in his abdomen, “l-love you…”

“Love you too,” she grunted, using all her willpower to keep her animalistic lust in check. It was one of the hardest things she had ever done, pulling back the hard muscles designed purely to pound bitch-meat, ignoring the roaring hunger swirling in her body. Anything for her man.

“Th-that’s it,” she murmured, an ugly snarl on her face revealing the struggle within.

He leaned forwards and kissed her on the cheek, and Jane whimpered as she was edged towards an orgasm deeper and more painful than any she had experienced, kept on the edge of bliss by Freddie’s soft control.

His asshole squeezed her, sending gentle pulses of pleasure through her dick.

Seconds ticked into minutes.

Droplets of sweat ran down the back of Jane’s head and neck as Freddie rocked gently.

“Hnnnhn...”

Jane clawed the bed as Freddie let his head lull backwards and moaned to the ceiling, a soft cry of happiness as he twerked his hips like a rodeo cowgirl to find the exact spot for Jane’s dick to itch, pumping up and down, dots of saliva collecting at the corners of his mouth.

Jane began to long for a release from the torment as she watched his floppy dick become hard, bouncing off his belly, a dot of dew bursting free of his dicklet and running down the side of his rigid shaft.

‘Just... fucking ride it....’

Long minutes of edging passed, Jane almost crying from the constant near misses, the quick bounces inevitably followed by slowing down. Fred eyed her with love and eagerness, keeping her there in that special, awful place that feels so good yet so close to bliss that it hurts.

“Mmf.. ffuuck…fuck….”

She watched with her temple pulsing as he gently moaned, and another bubble of boy-juice bubble from his tiny dick-slit, weeping translucent trails down his manhood and onto his balls.

The atmosphere of the room began to thicken with heavy BO until it was more akin to a men’s locker room after a football game than a bedroom, filled with the musk of unwashed, sweaty junk and the less common scent of puddles of semen growing crusty in the mattress.

Neither occupant cared, too busy enslaved to the other in their slow rise to heaven, Jane’s nails digging so deep into the mattress that she had already punctured through the bedsheet as Fred bit his lip and let his eyes roll up.

Jane’s eyes bulged, watching spellbound as Fred’s cock jumped like a dog on command, flinging cum droplets in the air like a woman squirting, the boy’s hips rotating like a farmer’s daughter riding a rodeo bull.

“UUUUHn-“

Jane was almost crying, her eyes bulging. She was so close, so close-

“Yyy.. YYY....”

So... close....

Freddie finally gave in, knowing they both needed the nastier place, and began to slam his ass down on her dick like he was trying to use her dick as a prostate pneumatic drill.

Two figures jerked in unison.

Fred screamed just as she did, and felt the planet’s core fire lava up into his ass from her raging penis, which throbbed, filling his entire anal tract from one end to the other.

For a brief moment, he became a sock-puppet piloted by Jane Matherson.

“HHHYUUH-“

“OOhmmyGOOUHHHnNNN-“

The two figures lost their minds, embroiled, barely recognising themselves as individual creatures, rather one pulsating, exploding organism, waves of energy moving through them as they expunged their pleasure, Jane into Fred, and Fred into the air, showering them both in strings of his jizz.

Fred squealed like a girl as pleasure rolled like a tsunami through his body, and launched a long string of white which formed a line from the wall down onto Jane’s face and belly. Another line came. And another.

“UUghm.. UGUGHH-“

“YYHH-“

Tears rolled down Jane’s eyes as her heart and her lust both sent surges of chemicals up to her brain that overloaded it, left roaring like a lion as she allowed herself to be worked to a state of delusion by her young buck.

“SSSHHHIITT-“

Her balls were tightening and squelching so hard it hurt, yet the sheer bliss radiating up her shaft as his butthole gripped it like a vice was unmatched. If Freddie had been able to see, he would have seen Jane looking like she was experiencing her own anal orgasm.

Jane continued to rock in ludicrous ecstasy as line after line painted her, not quite believing that Freddie could contain this much cum in his balls at all despite knowing that her own possessed easily three times as much. It seemed to take forever, yet not long enough, but finally the figures slumped, and a wet fart escaped Fred’s ass to signal the final, dramatic end to the affair, a slop of white cream dolloping from his ass around the sides of Jane’s swollen appendage, dripping down her hips.

The two figures slumped, Freddie still anchored by her cock so he could only fall forwards, face falling into the crook of her neck. A firm hand pulled him deep in, breathing in the smell of an un-showered woman, the bodily odours mixed in with the scent of jizz in the air.

Bliss.

***

Terry listened to the dial-tone repeat for the tenth time before cutting the call.

She lay back in her bed, surrounded by superhero posters, mostly the muscular ones with ‘Colossus’ front and centre, alongside one slightly smaller poster of she-hulk. Usually they brought her comfort (and a little ammunition when she needed some stress relief), but today they stared down unheeded as she stared at her phone, flicking through Instagram, then deciding not to, then flicking through some videos.

Her brow creased.

None of the videos were making her laugh, or holding her attention.

Finally she sighed and threw her phone aside, glancing over at her games console which lay by the old TV.

Maybe games?

If only Fred were there to play with her... or maybe her sister?

She groused. Definitely not.

As she grumbled, her eyes caught colossus. Maybe she did need some stress relief?

She began to rub a hand across her chest. Quickly she found a soft nipple hiding underneath the checked shirt and began to play with it.

Colossus stared down at her, unmoving. Bulging metallic muscles coiled in a perfect pose to accentuate their size.

A snatched breath filled her lungs.

The nipple became firmer between her fingertips as a moan squeezed from her lips, the heat building between her legs. As she began to squirm, Kevin’s tight, neutral expression flashed in her head.

“GUUUH!”

She pulled her other hand from where it had been sliding, directly between her legs, and sat up, profoundly unsatisfied.

A part of her that might have closed up completely had she been a young teen softened in her head, but didn’t shrivel completely as she sniffled, rubbing an itchy eye.

“Terry, you are not freakin’ crying over this.”

Terry shoved her hands in her jean pockets and shimmied out of the window. She fancied a walk today, and didn’t want to talk to her parents on the way out. It might help to clear her head...

As she was halfway out, she glanced at the softball glove on the door, and her uniform in a pile on the floor.

Her nostrils flared.

She eyed her phone on the desk, texts and calls unanswered.

The girl’s jawline tightened menacingly.

“Screw it.”

Her momma didn’t raise no quitter.

***

Two dishevelled figures sat on the sofa, staring at a blank screen. Fred’s eyes blinked slowly, lidded, sprawled out naked, his legs wide so his ass could leak jizz slowly over the side of the sofa. Jane rubbed her arm which was aching, then her balls which were equally throbbing from over-usage, her flaccid cock dangling over the edge of the sofa, still shiny from a lubricant comprised of spit and semen. Both figures were naked barring Jane who wore a simple white vest barely covering her breasts.

They sat apart, for fear that somehow their bodies might simply slip into or onto one another and drain the last of their life force fucking each other to death.

“So... what did you want for breakf…. lunch?” Jane murmured, muscles aching as she leant forwards, making a token effort to look lively.

A huge belch escaped Fred’s stomach.

“BLLLERGGHHh... u-uh... nothing...” he rasped, clutching his stomach as an ocean of semen sloshed and churned inside it.

“Right... okay....”

She got up and limped towards the kitchen.

“M-maybe... water?” he called out.

“Sure.”

Jane gingerly began to pour a glass, before mixing some porridge into a bowl for herself. Plates clinked, liquid sloshed, and she returned five minutes later with water and a warm bowl of porridge for herself, her flaccid cock patting each leg as she walked.

Fred couldn’t help staring. It was quite the impressive sight.

“Is it... annoying walking with that....?”

She glanced at his eyeline and the corners of her mouth crept upwards.

“Well it’s more keeping my balls clear... gets a little saggy with age,” she said sagely.

“Ah... right.”

Fred watched with greedy eyes, and had to snap away, because his body was not ready to go for round eleven... or twelve? He wasn’t sure how many times they’d had sex in the last few days.... All he knew was that they would probably need to slow down or he might actually get railed to death.

‘Life sure is crazy…’

He looked down at the odious sight of his legs wide, anus leaking. It felt so tender after the recent action that he reckoned he might need to take a few days off from sex... Getting pounded by a steel-hard erection for hours on end was wearing on the body, despite the joy it brought to his soul.

For a few minutes, the only sounds were a spoon clinking against a bowl as Jane quietly ate her breakfast, and Fred sipping water to sooth his battered throat, raw from all the deep-throating and squealing.

“So... what have you got on today?” Jane asked eventually, setting her spoon down.

“Uh... not much...”

“Fred... if I may ask, what do you usually do with your time?”

Nervous muscles twitched.

“Well uh... I’m just figuring things out right now… searching for jobs... chores...”

A single eyebrow rose. The piercing stare that he knew well from her coaching sessions froze him in place.

“Really?”

“Uh yeah..”

“Hm… If I had to take an educated guess, I’d say you spend the majority of your time masturbating, gaming or hanging out with Terry, right?”

A flush came to his cheeks.

“Well, not all the time.... sometimes I do productive stuff... or go to the comic store... hang out with.. other friends…”

Jane had a moment of self-pity, sighing.

“Other friends?”

“Well.. yeah… I mean mostly online.. roommates sometimes….”

“God, I really did pick a dork, didn’t I?”

Fred gave a tired smile.

“Hey, but you still picked me.”

“Indeed… although you were the one getting erections around me first if I remember correctly,” she murmured, trailing fingers across his shoulder, before wincing and withdrawing them as her balls ached again.

“Uhn....”

“Well you’re welcome to pick another guy.... I bet Dean would be happy to oblige.”

“Oh, such a shame he’s married,” she responded dryly.

“And he’s an ugly gremlin.”

A laugh blurted from her mouth, and her cheeks blushed red as she reigned in her mirth.

“HA-!.... no, no that’s unprofessional, I shouldn’t be laughing.”

“C’mon, it’s not like he doesn’t deserve it,” Fred grinned, reaching out a hand which almost touched her leg, too worn out to go the whole way.

“I’m.. not saying I agree with you, but-“

“Stop pretending!”

“I’m not pretending-“

“Come OOnnnn be honest.”

“It would be unprofessional.”

“You know you’re not the coach right?”

Her mouth hardened to a thin line.

“No, I still plan to be a part of the coaching team, and it is unprofessional to discuss these things.”

“Oh who cares, just be HONEST!” Fred crowed, almost falling sideways trying to nudge her.

Jane looked a little tender, before giving a resigned sigh.

“Well, from a professional standpoint, he is a member of the team, and has assisted in caretaking it in my absence but... well, in my unprofessional opinion....”

Her nostrils flared.

“….Dean is an A-tier asshole.”

“HA I knew it!”

“Shut up.”

“An A-tier asshole gremlin.”

A thin smile.

Fred smirked.

“So, in the asshole tier, where am I?”

“You’re not on the list… yet.”

“Wait, so who else is on the list?”

“Oh, no. We are absolutely not doing this.”

“Kevin is a goody-two-shoes... Mo says dumb stuff… D-tier asshole?....”

“Freddie, I’m NOT putting team members into an asshole tier list.”

“Awww come on...”

“No,” she said firmly, and he fell silent.

A few seconds of air conditioning and soft breathing.

“Good bitch,” she murmured, a few humorous creases emerging on both their faces.

Fred felt a woozy warmness in the depths of his soul, his balls and cock too tired and drained to respond.

“Thanks Mama.”

Another pause.

“Want to watch some NBA?”

He smiled.

“Sure...”

“Just checking, but you’re a Mega-suns fan right?”

“The steamers,” he said apologetically, watching as she paused with controller in hand, expression so disappointed it almost looked real.

“Get out of my flat.”

“I’m naked.”

“I don’t care... The neighbours are gonna see my man in a Mega-suns jersey this year or I’m going to show the world what I did to your asshole.”

Fred opened and closed his mouth before mumbling.

“… Your man?”

Jane rolled her eyes unable to stop the smile that lurked underneath her stern expression from briefly showing itself.

“Well, yeah.”

His smile in response was cherubic.

“Cool.... but you better be happy with me wearing my steamers early nineties shirt.”

Stern lines on her face mingled with a playful glint in her eye.

“Absolutely not. If I have to tie you up in a straight jacket with a Mega-suns logo I will, or the neighbours see what your asshole looks like on a bad day.”

“Getting my ass railed is nowhere near as embarrassing as being a Mega-suns fan.”

“Ha!….. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He looked her up and down.

“Yeah.. I am lucky.”

This time the blush came to her cheeks along with a straightening of the spine, heightening her as if she had been inflated by some sort of internal power. She grabbed the remote and clicked a button.

Immediately the sports channel commentary and crowd noise filled the room, along with the squeaks of basketball shoes as huge men flew down the court, looking ordinary until the eye could compare with the tiny figures in front row seats, and the referees with black and white striped shirts and angry, beady eyes.

“Aw, damn. This is gonna be a whitewash. Any other games on?”

“Well feel free to pay for the full package so you can watch all of the games at your leisure."

This shut him up, and Jane settled down on the sofa, legs wide, the biggest dick in the room, sitting next to the widest anus in the room.

For a few minutes, they watched the back-and-forth, Fred wincing as he adjusted his incredibly sore cream-pied hole so it could continue to leak idly over the edge.

And Denton from DOWNTOWN….

“Aahhem.”

Fred glanced over at Jane. She cleared her throat again.

“Aahem.”

She gestured to herself, giving him an expression that suggested he was being a complete moron. He realised immediately that he was a moron, and crawled across the sofa to her, squeezing up against her side, his head on her boob.

A few minutes of sneaker squeaking, commentary shouts and muted crowd noises passed by. The warmth of Jane’s breast against Fred’s face was heavenly. His finger made to tickle up to the other breast, and then feathered away again.

“You know you can squeeze my boobs right?”

He gave an apologetic smile.

“I know.”

“So squeeze it....?”

“Um... if I do, we might have sex again… and I think my butthole might not work after that.”

She sighed.

“Ah, good point. We do need a rest...”

Her balls ached, and she grimaced.

“...hnnn.”

They fell silent, both enjoying the warmth of each other, her arm falling around his shoulders, keeping him tight and close.

And that’s Kofik with a MONSTER dunk over Tressler!...

“.... Jane?”

“Yeah.”

“How are.. do you think people are gonna look at us weirdly?”

“Hmm... weirdly?”

“Well, let’s say we’re just in the park or something... and someone from softball sees us...Are we... gonna look...”

“Like a boy and his hot Mom playing catch in the back garden?”

“Ah... yeah.”

Jane sniffed, her cheeks tightening.

“Yup. And you’d better get used to it, too.”

Some of the fire flowed back into her gaze, and Fred felt that familiar sliver of fear creep up his spine from when he had known her as the all-conquering ‘coach’.

“Yes Mama,” he murmured.

The sharpness melted.

“Besides, if I’m gonna be your girlfriend, I expect to meet your friends… and parents.”

“ho.. well yeah... yeah of course...”

“And you’re going to get a job.”

“HUhhh!?”

She snorted, kissing the top of his head before tickling a finger up and down the edge of his chin.

“Don’t sound so surprised. That’s non-negotiable. You’re not freeloading in my place.”

“Uughhh…..” he sighed.

She put a finger under his chin and tickled it.

“We’ll work on it together okay?”

The scowl threatening to cross his face disappeared.

“Okay.”

As they lounged together, Jane almost began to drift off with her Freddie safe in her arms until the quiet atmosphere was punctured by the sharp ring of a telephone.

BBRRRRIINGGG

They both jerked. After a second of processing, Jane grudgingly slid from the comforting embrace.

BBBBRRRRRINGGG

She caught it before it could ring three times, checking the number as Fred blearily muted the tv.

A number she didn’t recognise.

The moment she put the phone to her ear, Terry’s enthusiastic voice came through loud and clear.

“HEY Coach!”

“Ah... Terry?... how are y-”

“Is Freddie with you?”

This caught her cold, but before she could speak Terry was jabbering again.

“When are you coming back coach?”

“Ah....”

She glanced over at Freddie’s anus still dripping semen over the carpet.

“Well.. I’ve been b-“

“Dean is a complete ASSHAT.”

“-usy.... Well Terry, I understand that appointing him coach-“

“Has he been too busy getting porked to answer my calls?”

Jane’s eyes widened.

“Ex…cuse me?”

“..... Okay sorry Coach, I didn’t mean that, sorrysorrysorry... But, ya know, he kinda likes you, told me about the ole’ swinger downstairs… I promise I won’t spill the beans, I’m just worried about him, ya know?...”

Jane stared in horror at nothing, seeing her life go up in smoke again.

“What….”

“...LOOK, if Freddie is there, I promise I won’t tell anyone else, but PLEASE can you just tell him to answer his calls and texts!”

Jane scrunched her eyes shut, pressing her forehead against the wall.

“Right.”

“Great. Cool. Thanks. Um...when will you be back Coach?”

Jane tried to assemble her thoughts into some sort of order.

“... Back?”

“Yeah, when will you coming back?”

“Oh... I’m not sure..“

“This week?”

“Look, I.. I haven’t spoken to the chairman, but let’s see-“

Terry’s voice was so loud that even Freddie jerked back.

“MORE THAN A WEEK?!?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!? DEAN IS AWFUL! Sorrysorrysorry for shouting BUT HE’S A TOTAL FUCKING A-HOLE! He’s like AWFUL!!!”

Jane’s jaw bounced as she tried to think of something to say, but her brain wouldn’t straighten out as Terry gave a fervent order.

“Come tomorrow. Please. Like just come and see?”

Jane subconsciously began to pace, wishing she hadn’t picked up the phone.

“I don’t think that’s a good id-“

“PLEASE COME. TOMORROW... sorry. Please Coach?”

Jane swallowed. Terry knew about her and Fred... and unless the terminology was a coincidence, she also knew exactly what physical extras she was carrying. A nervous hand cupped her penis, as if protecting it from invisible watchers.

“…..Tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

Jane sighed, un-cupping herself and running the hand through unkempt hair.

“If I do come… and I’m not saying I am….. I’m NOT coaching, alright?”

“Fine. Great!! No biggy, just come and watch, yeah?”

“Right. Well… Terry, I need to go-“

“No worries Coach! Thanks and sorrysorrysorry again....”

“It’s fine..”

“No REALLY I’m soooooo sorry, honestly I won’t call again unless it’s really important-“

“Bye.”

She hung up before Terry could apologise another twenty times, and placed her forehead against the wall again, taking a few not-so-calming breaths before turning to the naked idiot lying on her couch.

“You told.... Terry?”

Fred’s eyebrows shot up.

“Ah!... yeah, I told Terry about us, but…. she’s my best friend....”

Her face hardened.

“You told her I have a dick?”

“Uh... yeah... well… well she kinda figured it out...”

“Hmm.”

Something pulsed unpleasantly in her temple as her jaw tightened.

“Did you tell anyone else other than her?”

“Um… Terry wouldn’t tell anyone...”

“Fred. I’m not asking about her. Did you tell anyone else?”

“NO.. no, no I didn’t...”

Fred watched as she rolled her tongue in her mouth, squirming on the sofa which made him incredibly conscious of his open, gaping butthole.

“Right... in the future, you tell no-one about this. Understand?”

“O-of course... Sure…”

The tension in Jane’s body softened slightly.

“And... I guess I should go to softball tomorrow.”

Fred’s face slackened.

“Oh... how long will you be?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“You’re not coming?”

Fred fell silent, staring at the blank, empty screen in front of him.

“Well?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno…”

Jane’s jaw tightened, and she walked over, planting her feet wide in front of him.

“I do.”

His eyes trailed up and down her magnificent body, stunning even with the loose vest, her dick floppy between her powerful legs, tits filling the loose vest beautifully, her thick lips pursed together.

“If I’m going to softball tomorrow, my bitch is coming with me.”

A glimmer of a smile came to Fred’s face.

“Yes Mama.”

She nodded.

“We can pick up your gear on the way.”

“Huh? I thought we were just watching!”

“I’m watching... you’re playing. I’m injured, and you’ve spent too much time lying around indoors on your back anyway.”

He groaned up to the ceiling.

“Godddd.... I thought you being ‘Mama’ was just dirty talk...”

She smirked, and ruffled his hair.

“If you wanna keep sucking on my tits, that means I’m your Mama... and that means, you listen to me, we get your gear, and you train. No laziness.”

Fred tried to sidle up to her and lay his head on her chest, nuzzling her nipple.

“Maybe we can stay in…?”

She gave him a glare that almost stripped the skin from his bones.

“I will not live with an idle slut.”

He jerked back, mewling.

“Right.”

Jane growled.

“Did I say stop sucking on my tits?”

He shook his head, smile broadening back across his face as he dived back onto her nipple.

“Sorry Mama!... MMhh…”

She smirked as she watched him fearfully suck her nipple through the vest, enjoying his lips trying to find purchase through the material.

“Remember Freddie, when I call you my bitch…. It isn’t just dirty talk.”

“Mphh..”

He sucked harder.

As she pulled up her vest, the feeling of warm wetness engulfing her nipple and vacuuming hard made her grunt.

“That’s right bitch…suck it…”

He clamped tight to her nipple, squeezing her glorious, soft breasts with greedy fingers.

“Mmmhp!”

“… little slut...”

He nodded pathetically whilst wrapping himself tight to her front.

“Good boy … love you….. MMmm don’t stop sucking….”

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