Sarah slammed the door behind her 18-year-old son, Jake, who was holding a bloody nose and shaking. "That fucking asshole Marcus again?" she snapped. Jake nodded, eyes down. "He said he'll keep beating me unless I give him cash or… something else."
Sarah's blood boiled. At 38 she was still fit, big tits and wide hips from years of gym work, and she wasn't letting some 20-year-old black bully terrorize her kid. She marched straight to Marcus's apartment two blocks over, fists ready.
Marcus opened the door shirtless, tall, ripped, dark skin gleaming, a thick bulge already showing in his shorts. "What the fuck you want, bitch?" he growled.
Sarah pushed inside. "Leave my son alone. No more beatings, no more threats. I'll do whatever it takes to make you stop."
Marcus smirked, locking the door.
"Whatever? Strip, then. Show me what that mom body can do."
She hesitated only a second, then peeled off her shirt and bra. Her heavy tits bounced free, nipples stiff. Marcus grabbed one hard, squeezing. "Nice. Now the rest." Sarah kicked off her jeans and panties, standing naked. He shoved her to her knees. "Suck this black dick if you want your boy safe."
His cock sprang out, long, thick, veined, already rock hard. Sarah opened wide and took the head in her mouth, tasting salt and musk. She worked it deeper, gagging as it hit her throat, spit running down her chin. Marcus gripped her hair and fucked her face, balls slapping her chin. "That's it, white mom slut. Choke on it."
He pulled out and bent her over the couch, spreading her ass. Without warning he slammed into her pussy, stretching her wide. Sarah cried out at the size, but her cunt clenched tight around him. He pounded hard, skin slapping, her tits swinging. "Fuck, you're tight. Bet your husband don't fuck you like this."
Marcus railed her for twenty minutes straight, switching positions, making her ride him reverse so he could watch her ass bounce, then flipping her onto her back and pinning her legs wide. He came deep inside her, flooding her pussy with hot cum. Sarah orgasmed hard around him, legs shaking.
"Round one," he said, pulling out and feeding her his cock again to clean it. "Tell your boy he's off the hook… as long as you come back every week and take this dick whenever I want."
Sarah left sore and dripping, but Jake was never touched again. She kept her end of the deal, sneaking over for raw fucks that left her used and satisfied, her pussy sore from his thick black cock stretching it. Marcus owned her body now, and she secretly loved every filthy minute of protecting her son that way.
