CHAPTER 4: TAMED BY MY MOM'S FIANCÉ

Jason 

It's been weeks since my Mom came home and Mario true to his word had fucked me beyond any point of reasoning. 

He brutally fucked me against the door, in the bathroom, in the game room, in the garden behind the long flowers, oh how I loved it.

He even fucked me in the car when Mom had stated we go out together and I had to put up an attitude so she doesn't begin to wonder about the sudden change. 

It was the car experience that had me on edge till today, well that was a week and two days ago… yeah I kept tab, you can't blame me. 

Mario had been driving and had used three thick digits to butt fuck me. 

I can't explain it enough…. Usually, he used one and at most two then his cock but this time, he didn't care to lube me, just slammed three fingers in and I came on the spot. 

He had laughed at me and told me to lick off my own cum from the car seat which I did with red ears and cheeks. 

Since then, he barely spoke to me and whenever Mom suggested we step out together, he was first to decline until yesterday. 

He invited Mom and I for his baseball game which was what had been keeping him busy the entire time. 

He had explained this when he knocked on my door to check on me after dinner. 

He didn't look at me like the bitch he had ruined but the way he looked at me with those eyes… empty, blank… My heart broke even before he spoke. 

He looked towards the staircase and gave me a wrap, his voice lowered, “make sure you have this on when coming to the game”. 

I took the package, my brows knitting together with curiosity then he turned, walking down the stairs. 

Now I was seated beside my mother who was driving, a fat butt plug lodged in my hole, every move pushing it impossibly deeper that at some point I didn't think I'd be able to pull it out. 

Finally we reached the game and Mom and I took our seats, even though I had a bit of difficulty, you know why. 

Mario somehow found us but this time he was with a friend, a bulky black male with full afro hair, neatly trimmed. 

They both wore their team's jerseys and were holding their helmet. 

Mario leaned down and kissed my Mom making my heart twitch. He had never kissed me before. 

I looked away quickly.

Then I felt him pat my shoulder, “hey champ” and involuntarily, I made a face.

My Mom nudged me with her knee making me “humph”. 

“Hey,” I said keeping a straight face, arms folded but he chuckled… that was our game. 

“The boys and I are gonna hangout and I was wondering of you’d like to come… well after the game”

My heart fluttered and I suddenly was out of breath for a second when the second guy spoke up with a toothy and easy smile, “it can't be that bad” and whether it was the nudging with his intense eye contact and Mario, brushing down his crotch, I was hot. 

So I nodded, “sure” I finally responded, clearing my throat because I sounded breathy. 

I looked to my Mom and she was smiling, her perfect dentition on full display, “finally you both get to hang out with eachother” she chirped in. 

Someone screamed “Mario, Tyson” from somewhere below and he turned to us. 

“Gotta run my people” Mario said already jogging away while Tyson held eye contact with me before nodding polite at my Mom and I, retreating with Mario. 

The game messed me up, every move, expression, every damn single thing Mario did on the pitch messed with me. 

I was having a big time hiding my hard-on stuck in between my Mom and a blonde girl beside me. 

The butt plug at this point had become a part of me, I couldn't even feel the hilt anymore. 

I was restless, needy, horny and I needed some release. 

I just knew Mario’s team was winning before I had a mental struggle to not come. 

Finally after what felt like eternity, a loud sound echoed and everywhere erupted with cheers. 

I swallowed, my cock dripping precum upon realizing that we were in for a ride. 

Mario had a little moment with his team before running toward us. 

He kissed Mom long and deep before slapping  my shoulder, “ready champ?” He questioned with a smile. 

I nodded because I didn't trust my mouth. Mom chuckled beside me and played sweetly with my hair. 

“I'll leave you boys to it, see you at home” she said and kissed my cheek, stood on her toes and kissed Mario on the lips and walked away. 

Now we just stood side by side. “Let's go” he finally said and it took everything in me to place one foot in front of the other. 

Mario made sure to greet a lot of people while I stood beside him breathing like cow. 

Finally we reached the boys locker room and they were just a five people inside, Tyson among them. 

We locked eyes the moment I walked in and I quickly looked away. 

“My step son” Mario introduced me as he went to his locker, pointing me to sit on the bench beside it. 

I was a mess seating there, my leg bouncing as I tried not to cum. 

My cock was definitely purple by now. 

I was so focused on not blowing a load when I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

“Hey champ” Mario said, his voice was deep and thick. 

I looked up at him, he swiped his thumb on my bottom lips gently, my lips felt a shiver. 

“Hey” I breathed out, looking around. 

“We are alone” he reassured in a breathy tone. 

I gulp, nodding. 

“Did you do as I asked you to?”

“Yes” my voice was barely audible. 

He smiled, those dimples on full display, my cock twitched in response. I squeezed my thighs to calm the overdue pressure. 

“I can't wait to reward you”

My breathe hitched that's when Tyson came into view. 

I was taken aback. 

“Hey boy, I hear you like it when your white hole is being used by a black machine” he said with a typical black American accent. 

I couldn’t respond as I sat there dumbfounded. 

“W-what of the hangout?” I managed to gasp out, my eyes darting to Mario and back at Tyson. 

Mario and Tyson looked at each other and back at me, “you're the hangout, my boy” Mario said with a low voice, a strained voice, like he had difficulty talking. 

His hand wrapped around my neck hard, pulling me roughly to him, “it's been a week an two days and I need to ruin you” he groaned. 

My heart lept for joy, he had been counting too.