The BBC Thugs
Summary:
Mom fucks two BBCs to protect her sons.
Note 1:
This is dedicated to Larry, who requested the story... it was originally written as a chapter in the
Mom's Motivation
series (a couple of years ago)... but it just didn't fit in with the plot the story ended up taking (it was originally supposed to be part 3 or 4). So instead, I've rewritten it using a story concept I've long pondered doing: A Mom fucking a son's bully... or in this case, two sons with two thugs... big, black-dicked studs.
Note 2:
Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing this rewrite (he edited the first version a long time ago).
The BBC Thugs
Having two underachieving grown sons was Janice's biggest parenting disappointment.
She could blame their not having a male role model, since their dad had left when they were just five and seven respectively, but for whatever reason, they'd never reached anywhere near their potential.
The boys had both landed full-time jobs recently, but instead of paying off their large debts, they'd bought an eighty-inch television and a PS5. This was a potentially dangerous problem, since they owed lots of money for bets they'd lost.
Janice of course had no knowledge of her sons' gambling debts when she visited their place just before she was supposed to meet Derek for a date (with this being their third date, she'd dressed appropriately for the sex she hoped would occur right away... a trench coat with nothing underneath it but some sexy lingerie).
She slipped into the tiny studio apartment, unaware that they had company. Although the term 'company' was a bit of a stretch. Two of Blayze's thugs, Brooks and Dunn (yes, those were their real names), were paying her sons a visit. ('Visit' being another stretch.)
"Hey boys, I'm just here for a moment to check on you," the mother called over her shoulder, securely closing the door before she turned around and spotted them.
"M-M-Mom!" Simon stammered, spotting her arriving, while Brooks was looming over him menacingly.
"What's going on here?" Janice snapped, her protective motherly instincts quickly taking over when she saw her children at risk... your children are always your children, no matter how old they get.
"Nothing, mother," Perry said. "You should leave and come back later." He stood up, wanting to get his mother safely out of the house before things got real.
"Sit back down!" Brooks ordered with a vigorous shove to enforce his command. He then looked around and saw a beautiful woman. "This is your
mother?
" he asked. She looked far too young to be the mother of these two losers... and she was seriously hot.
"Who are you?" Janice demanded, striding towards him, her claws already out.
"Just a friend," he said, as he admired her. As she came towards him, he noticed her black stockings.
"Then, 'Friend', you will back away from my boys," she said.
"Look lady, I'd love to," he said, leering at the pretty woman. "But I have a job to do."
"And what job is that?" she asked, glancing at her boys. They both looked extremely nervous and uncomfortable.
"Mom, you should just go," Simon urged her.
"No, she should stay," Dunn said, speaking for the first time, giving the boys a glare that spoke volumes.
"Yes, and I need
you two
to go," Janice said, aware of the obvious tension between these two black strangers and her sons.
"We can't do that, pretty lady," Brooks said, as he couldn't help but admire this white woman. She'd be super popular at The Pit!
"Why not?" she asked, finding something very menacing about this large tattooed black man, although he was likely around the same age as her kids.
"Your sons owe our boss a lot of money, and it's way overdue," Brooks replied.
"What? Who's your boss?" she asked.
"Please, just leave our Mom out of this," Perry begged, feeling horrible that she was present for this altercation.
"You two idiots are the ones who made those bets and lost all that money," Brooks shot back.
"How much money?" Janice asked, as she shot her boys a look asking, 'what the fuck?'
"Ten grand," Dunn said.
"Ten thousand dollars?!"
Janice asked, shocked.
"It's only eight," Simon argued.
"That was before the late fees kicked in," Brooks pointed out.
"I'll pay for them," she said, although she didn't have ten thousand sitting in her bank account... only about two, right now.
"That's very generous of you," Brooks said, as he approached her, reaching a hand toward her ass.
"What are you doing?" Janice asked, slapping his hand away, an instant reflex gained from years of fending off wannabe gropers while she waitressed at Hooters.
"Just checking out the merchandise," he said.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"You said you'd pay," he said, this time reaching for her cleavage, since he really wanted to see this woman's obviously big tits hiding behind her coat... although it wasn't hiding them all that well.
"Enough of that," she snapped, fearing where this was going, and wishing she hadn't come into her sons' home wearing nothing but sexy lingerie beneath her coat.
"Look lady," he said. "Do you have ten grand in your purse?"
"No, of course not," she said. "But I can get it."
"I'd be willing to extend the deadline, if...." he said, once again reaching towards the woman's outer garment.
"I said no!" she snapped.
"Brooks, please leave our mother alone," Perry said, once again standing up.
"Shut up and sit the fuck down!" Brooks roared, his tone terrifying all three of his 'hosts'.
"Please, I can pay," she said, now terrified for
herself...
in addition to her sons!
"Oh, you can pay all right," Brooks agreed, as he finally opened the lower part of the coat to reveal some sexy garters underneath it. "Oh, fuck!"
Perry and Simon's eyes went huge when they caught sight of the bit of nothing their hot, submissive Mom was wearing underneath the trench coat.
Janice went to push his hands away, mortified that her children could see what she was wearing (or more accurately, what she
wasn't
wearing) under her coat. But Brooks barked sternly, "Don't!"
He then removed her coat!
Janice trembled, both from the cool breeze on her suddenly mostly naked body, and also from her fear about what this black, well-muscled... and obviously impulsive... man might do next.
"In fact, turn around," Dunn said, wanting to see this white woman's entire body.
Janice nervously did, her cheeks bright red, with a mixture of anger and shame.
"Very nice," Dunn nodded, admiring her impressive body.
"Please leave now," Janice said as haughtily as she could manage, as she felt hands on her hips spinning her back around.
"Why did you dress up in sexy lingerie to visit your sons' apartment?" Brooks asked, amazed by this MILF's hot body, but perplexed about why she'd be dressed in such attire to visit her offspring.
"I was just stopping by to check on them," she said, "before my date."
"Stopping by on your way to a booty call?" Brooks asked. He'd be collecting the interest from this hot white MILF! He had a thing for older white women, had for years before he discovered The Pit, having banged a few white professors during his college career, before a knee injury had ended his NFL aspirations.
"Just a date," she said sternly, although she had, of course, hoped it would begin with a good fucking... she'd needed one of those for some time now.
"Do you buy that, Dunn?" Brooks asked.
"Not for a minute, bro," Dunn said, as he strolled around behind the MILF for another look. I can't see her sitting down in a nice restaurant wearing that trench coat!"
"Please, just leave her alone," Perry pleaded, guilt coursing through him as he looked on helplessly.
Simon, also feeling guilty, which he wasn't used to feeling, added, "Yeah! Your beef is with us, not her."
"But your mother's now a volunteer! She offered to take care of your debt for you," Dunn reminded him, looming dangerously over her, and making her tremble.
"Yeah. You do want to help your sons out of their predicament, don't you?" Brooks asked, assessing the woman's amazing body... she was easily one of the tightest, best built women he'd ever seen in person.
"Yes, but..." Janice began, but was stopped as he placed his large black finger upon her lips.
"Shhhhhh," Brooks said, as he pulled the dress over the pretty woman's head, "the 'yes' part is all I need to hear."
"Shit, she's got a butt plug stuck in her ass," Dunn noticed, not especially surprised. He'd fucked tons of white women who'd do literally anything to fuck a BBC.
"Really?" Brooks asked, also only mildly surprised, although Janice's pink cheeks were summoning enough extra heat to darken themselves to an even redder shade.
"Yeah, look," Dunn said, spinning the big breasted, otherwise slender MILF around with ease... Janice feeling humiliated to be seen with the plug in her ass, especially by her kids. She'd always had an anal obsession, and she often walked around with a plug in her ass... even at work. But it was extremely rare for anyone to know about it!
"Fuck, nice," Brooks said, as he bent down to admire the MILF's amazing ass, and the plug that was indeed riding around inside of it. "Do you like it in the ass, Perry and Simon's pretty Mom?"
"Please leave her alone! We'll do anything," Perry pleaded, desperate to avoid his Mom being forced into having sex with these two thugs... even while his eyes went
huge
