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Afia was a very lucky woman, she married a wealthy if boring husband in her youth and was blessed with two beautiful daughters that were just starting college. Her life was free of need and stress. It could’ve been described as perfect, but Afia often felt empty. Which only got worse as her girls were out of the house more and more often. Even her current trip with her family to their summer home just outside of New Orleans didn’t give her the spark she needed and her daughters avoiding her at every chance they could didn’t help. Though that is when Afia realized she wanted to have another child. 

And why shouldn’t she have another child? Afia was only thirty seven years old, and still felt like she was in her twenties and her body reflected that. The curvy black mother’s hourglass figure was made thicker (in all the right places) by having two kids and she was more than ready for a third. However, her husband Sean wasn’t interested in performing his marital duties. 

He’d gotten fatter over the years and frequent nights out drinking left him unable to perform, which Afia didn’t mind much. He was an excellent provider, and of course, she’d never impose her desires on him, but frequent business trips drained what little energy he did have. Putting a significant damper on Afia’s hopes for another child. She thought it was hopeless, and soon she’d be left alone in her own home but then one day she got a call from her friend, Jasmin.

She owned an orphanage just outside of town and suggested Afia adopt one of their older children. A boy named Adrian who was in desperate need of a home. He was aging out of the system and would be out on the streets, which moved Afia. She wanted to save this troubled teen from being taken advantage of in a terrible world. Though she was concerned he’d be too old to form a bond with Afia or her children. Yet, all those concerns disappeared after she chatted with Adrian for the first time.

Afia reserved a few afternoons to  video chat with Adrian and he was such a sweet (and cute) young man. with short spiky brown hair, a rounded face and shy green eyes which hid behind his hairs. His body was surprisingly bulky for an orphan, and almost made Adrian seem like a hunk! He was so excited to meet Afia and was so charming despite his shyness. He’d avoided eye contact during their chat and asked Afia a lot about her family and friends. Adrian seemed so happy listening to her rather boring life and he looked so excited at the prospect that she’d adopt him, so how could Afia not go through with the adoption.

The paperwork was signed, sent and before long Afia was getting ready to pick him up. She even wanted her husband to come along and meet Adrian before he fully moved in with them. To show the boy he had a proper family but Sean left for his next trip early and when Afia asked why he only responded, “I’ve got business relationships to tend to dear and besides, you’ll probably return him like your last pet.”

Afia just hung up after he said that, practically fuming from her husband's harsh words. This boy wasn’t her “pet” and wasn’t just around for her personal amusement. She was adopting a troubled, sensitive teen, and giving him the loving life he deserved. And maybe he’d actually appreciate all the hard work Afia did for her family. Her husband had her in such a huff she could barely get ready, opting to just wear something simple when picking up the boy. A long yellow sundress and a nice pair of white heels. She was a bit concerned it might look weird, it was an older dress, clung to her wide hips and draped off her thick ass cheeks like a tablecloth. 

“Oh, I’m sure Adrian won’t notice,” she muttered as she left the house to go pick him up…

An hour later…

Afia rolled up to the orphanage and her cute little man was already outside and ready for his new mommy. Adrian was standing on the curb, sitting beside a large black suitcase. He wore a pair of loose fitting gym shorts and a blue t-shirt that read “Eat Sleep, Fortnite, Repeat”. Afia thought he looked tired today and quickly pulled her car up to the curve.

“Hi Adrian, I’m so happy to meet you in person,” said Afia as she rolled down the window, “But do you know where Michelle is? She was supposed to see us off.”

“Mrs. Davis is just having some stomach problems and told me to meet you by myself,” responded Adrian, pressing his index fingers together only keeping partial eye contact as he looked at the ground.

“Don’t worry about it, cutie,” said Afia, giving him a wink, “Just hop in and I’ll take you home. I can always talk to Michelle later.”

“Yay, thanks Mrs. Brown,” responded Adrian, tossing his suitcase at the foot space in front of the front seat before climbing inside the front seat of Afia’s rather nice car. A white Drako GTE and the insides were just as sleek looking as the outside. “Wow, your car is super fancy. I’ve only seen stuff like this online,” he continued.

“Thank you Adrian and it was a gift from my husband…. He’s out of town at the moment but I’m sure he’ll be happy to meet you once he gets back in a few months,” she exhaled, trying her best to hide the annoying tint in her voice when she mentioned Sean. She shifted the car into drive, continuing, “And you don’t need to call me Mrs. Brown. I know calling me mom so soon might feel weird, so Afia is just fine with me.”

“That’s okay Afia, I’m perfectly happy meeting just you,” he responded, “Also you mentioned I have sisters now?”

“Oh yes!” cheered Afia, “My daughters will probably be so happy to meet you too!”

The pair chatted for another half hour before arriving at the Brown’s summer estate. A rather large two floor manor in a traditional southern style. The family liked to take trips here during the summer months. It helped them get away from the hustle and bustle of New Orleans, but this summer specifically the family stayed here during their apartment renovations. Mrs. Brown hoped to retire to this house when she and her husband reached their twilight years, but at the moment she hoped Adrian would like it just as much as she did..

Though when she arrived any notion that he’d be unsatisfied was dispelled as he practically pressed his face against the glass. “Whooa, this place is massive,” muttered Adrian.

“It looks even bigger on the inside. We’ve got a full three floors now since we renovated the attic a few years ago,” said Afia as she pulled up to the front curve. 

She helped Adrian get his stuff out of the car, guiding him up the walkway and into the house. The front foyer had a grand stairway, the left side was the lounge and to the right the kitchen and dining room. Though it was the upstairs that Afia was interested in, she wanted to see the look on Adrian’s face when he saw his new room.

“Now follow me dear,” said Afia, “Do you need a hand bringing your stuff up to your room?”

“No I’ll be fine,” responded Adrian, following behind her. Afia lifted her bright yellow sundress up as she walked up the stairs. Though even the long dress couldn’t hide her wide hips and positively massive ass cheeks. Adrian could swear he heard them clapping as she walked up the stairs.

“Phew, this hot weather is really getting to me,” sighed Afia, pulling on the front of her dress as she fanned her face. She was positively glistening with sweat, her jiggling F-cups breasts, almost threatening to flop out of her dress with each exacerbated tug and exhale. 

“Oh, mmmmmnn, sorry Adrian you probably don’t want to watch me sweat like a pig. I’ll turn on the AC later, but first,” Afia paused and walked up to one of the doors on the second floor, “Let me show you your new room!”

Adrian slowly moved up to the doorway to see his rather impressive bedroom. A large window dominated most of the back wall and bathed all his new stuff in light. He had a wall mounted T.V, king sized bed, a closet and an Xbox One-x. “Holy,” he muttered walking into the room. The large white shag carpet tickled his feet as he dropped his suitcase down.

“I take it you like your new room,” asked Afia following him inside.

“I love it,” cheered Adrian, perking up immediately, “I’ve never had so much stuff!”

“Well this is only where you’ll be staying at the summer home. Once we’re back in the city you’ll be given the spare room at the apartment. Though more than likely you’ll get Zia’s old room,” she continued, smiling at Adrian as he looked over his new things. It was a load off her mind to see him so excited.

“Can I use the Xbox now?” he asked, giving Afia a look with those big green puppy dog eyes.

“Oh alright, I’ll give you some time to unpack and get acquainted with your things before I make lunch,”  she responded about leaving the room but she paused, “But first would you like to meet one of your sisters. I think I hear one walking up the stairs now.” Afia poked her head out into the hallway just in time to see her second daughter walking up the stairs.

“Brianna, didn’t even hear you come in. How was your game?” Asked Afia, trying to get her daughter's attention.  

“I wasn’t playing a game, I was weight training. Not that I’d expect you to know my schedule… Well who is this little guy?” She asked as she squatted down to meet Adrian’s height. She was a very tall girl, at least six foot one, and practically naked. Her seamless sports top barely covered her muscles arms and perky double D-cups, leaving her under boob visible and glistening six pack on display. Her matching spats were much the same way, only covering her muscled upper thighs and clinging tightly to her sculpted hips. Her face was rounded like her mother though a little gruffer, with a bandage on her right cheek and short spiky hair. Though she had the same warm smile as she looked down at Adrian with her big brown eyes.

“I’m Adrian and you must be Brianna. Afia has told me a bit about you,” he responded.

“I’m sure she has, mom loves her gossip,” she responded.

“Brianna, don't lie to Adrian about me,” huffed Afia. 

“Relax mom, I’m only teasing,” she said before rubbing Adrian’s hair, “But we’ll have to chat later, squirt. I feel super tired and I need a proper bath.”

“Well okay, do you know where your sister is,” asked Afia?

“Don’t know and I don’t fucking care,” shouted Brianna. Her tone shifted from tired to pissed almost immediately and she quickly slammed the door to the bathroom behind her, leaving the pair alone.

“That was Brianna… She can get pretty mad sometimes and I fear she is fighting with her sister Zia again,” sighed Afia, “I promise she’s a lot more pleasant after she’s had a shower and…”

“Mom where the fuck is dad?” shouted Zia walking up the stairs. Afia’s first daughter Zia was quite the slim beauty, almost a harsh contrast to her sister. Her skin was a lighter tone closer to her mother in color, a flawless dark caramel. She had a move ovoid face, with a pointed chin, her thick lips coated in a dark shade of purple which matched her eyeshadow and gave her this icy look. 

Her tight hourglass figure was barely covered in a tight low cut one piece black dress. It showed off the tops and sides of her fat plastic E-cups; a gift from daddy. Which bounced and threatened to flop out with each step she took. The back of the dress was almost completely cut, letting anyone who wanted see the top of Zia’s ass and her cursive styled “Queen” tramp stamp and matching purple thong, which emerged from her ass and clung tightly to her hips before disappearing into what little the dress covered. Afia wished she’d wear something a little more modest; like her mother, but she always had trouble talking to her.

“Welcome home Zia, your father left on his trip early, but your sister just got home,” said Afia, “Maybe we could…”

“Do you want me to leave?” she asked.

“Gosh no,” responded Afia, “I just…”

“Because you know I hate that gorilla bitch,” spat Zia, Afia could hear the spit in her voice as she continued, “She smells up the house everytime she comes in here and is half the reason I asked dad for cash. Which still isn’t in my account!”

“Dear, I’m sure your father just forgot. Try to be a bit nicer to him, he works hard and…”

“Don’t care, didn’t ask,” spat Zia, “All I need is that ugly bastard to send the cash and I’ll be out. And even if he doesn’t I’m sure I can get some of these simps to pay for it.”

“Zia…” sighed Afia, “You shouldn’t be asking strangers for money.”

“I hardly have to ask any of these limp dicked faggots, they just give it to me. Honestly I’m surprised you married dad at all, mother. You’d have been pretty popular on Only Fans when you were younger,” smiled Zia. Her compliments were always hiding some insult and this time Afia stayed strong.

“In any case, I’ll talk to your father later,” sighed Afia, her voice straining to keep its calm motherly tone. Zia had become a trying child in her teenage years, but Afia tried to be the best mother she could, despite her daughter becoming more spoiled by the day.   

“Aheemn,” Afia cleared the pit in her throat before asking, “How about you join us for lunch. You can get to know Adrian…”

“Save it trophy wife, I’m busy,” she responded, not even looking at Afia as she started to walk past.

“But your new brother, he was so excited to meet his new sisters,” bemoaned Afia. The disappointment in her voice was becoming harder to hide with each word Zia spat at her.

“Uhhhggg, I’ll talk to your new pet later,” she continued, giving her mother a dismissive hand wave before continuing down the hallway, disappearing as she rounded the corner to the third floor. She didn’t even want to stay on the same floor as Brianna.

“What am I going to do with these kids,” sighed Afia, “And Adrian, try not to think too badly of your new sisters Adrian, they’re just…”

“A bit bratty,” he chuckled.

“You shouldn’t say that but yes they are,” Afia walked into the room and sat at the edge of Adrian’s bed. She tapped the edge, gesturing him over with her other hand. Adrian leaped onto the edge of the bed and looked up at her as she continued, “Don’t worry Adrian, it’s not your fault… I personally think it’s due to a lack of their father, but…” 

“It’s okay Afia,” he said, leaning over and wrapping his arms around her midsection. His head pushed against the underside of her cleavage as he continued, “I’ve dealt with girls like them before and I’ll be fine as long as I have you.”

“Oh baby, you’re such a sweetheart,” exhaled Afia, her voice soft and motherly as she returned her boy’s embrace. 

“I’ll try to talk to them later,” said Adrian, “I’m sure they’re a lot nicer once you get to know them.”

“Alright, I’ll leave you to unpack and try to wait until Zia has had some time to settle in. I find her more pleasant in the evening,” said Afia walking out the door.

“Don’t worry Afia, I'm sure they’ll come around…”

Hours later…

“I wonder what those kids are up to?” muttered Afia, “I hope they’re doing…”

Buuuuuzzzz!

Afia quickly picked up her phone to see a surprisingly pleasant text from Zia, which read; Hey mom, sorry for being so cold. We’re just playing some video games with Adrian right now, we’ll come down for food if Adrian gets hungry. Afia couldn’t help but smile as she read the text. “That’s my sweet little girl,” muttered Afia, rubbing her cheeks as she smiled. She was so happy her girls were getting along with Adrian.

“I know, they’d probably enjoy a cake,” hummed Afia as she got off her cake and went to go make some cake for her kids. It was so nostalgic for her to be baking for her family again and she finally started to feel like a proper mother. Who knows maybe Adrian would start calling her mommy soon? He’s such a good boy; thought Afia, despite being a kid, he eased her troubled thoughts and satisfied a deep need Afia didn’t even know she had.

A week later…

Afia was happily baking away in her brand new (re-modeled only five years ago) kitchen. When the girls became teenagers they didn’t care much for their mother cooking for them, and with Sean out of the house slowly she stopped. However, with Adrian around her girls had become a lot friendlier, who would’ve thought they just needed a brother to brighten up? 

“Do you three want me to make you something for lunch?” asked Afia, poking her head out of the kitchen as soon as her kids came back home. She’d been baking muffins for her kids once they returned from their outing in town. Adrian had given her home a youthful jolt and he’d made fast connections with his new siblings.

“No thanks mom,” responded Zia, pulling her adopted brother along.

“Hi Afia,” added Adrian as he was tugged up the stairs.  

“We’re just gonna go upstairs and play some games with our bro. We’ll just have dinner later,” said Brianna, following closely behind her new brother.

“Alright then, just try to come downstairs to eat lat…”

SLAM!

The sound of Adrian’s door slamming echoed down the stairs. “Well at least they’re all getting along,” exhaled Afia as she took off her apron. She’d hoped Adrian would be willing to try one of her muffins, she had a new recipe and everything, but she was content. Her girls had warmed up to their new brother, especially surprising to see from Zia, who was definitely the colder of the two.

“Haann, these kids,” sighed Afia, taking off her apron and making her way to the lounge. It felt refreshing to see her kids all getting along and it almost felt like Adrian had been with them for years. He had that effect, adding the youthful energy that was sorely lacking from Afia’s life and apparently the same was true for her girls. 

The three kids were inseparable the past week. They went into town, went down to the lake and even slept together on one occasion. Afia found them all tucked under the covers just the other night and it was the sweetest thing. She even took a picture to add to her family photo album (which was a growing project). At this point the pipe dream of keeping her girls together until they finished school didn’t seem so impossible.

She relaxed on the couch and expected to see Adrian coming down an hour later to get food; yet, he never showed up. Though it didn’t worry Afia, he was probably still with his sisters, but as day turned into night Afia got worried. Ignoring the fact she just wasted six hours watching the desperate housewives. She went upstairs to check on her girls (and boy) only to find Adrian’s door open a crack and a strange noise coming from the room.

“Nyyggghhhhaaaa,” groaned Brianna, and Afia felt a shiver go up her spine. Where her kids were fighting again, did Zia do something? Afia slowly stepped forward and peered in through the crack, hoping that her first assumption. She half expected that her kids had gone back to their old ways but she couldn’t be more wrong.

“Holy hell,” muttered Afia as she looked into the room to see. Zia slumped over on the floor. Rubbing her exposed waxed pussy. Her lips were curved into a big slutty smile as she furiously rubbing her clit, spitting, “Yeeessh, fuck that nasty nigger gorilla, make her squeal!” As she watched Adrian pound Briannia’s cunt into mush.

Brianna was bent over the end of the bed, her knees buckling and stomach bloated, deforming her muscle definition. Her eyes had long rolled up into her head and her tongue had fallen out of her mouth. Covering her chin in drool as she screamed, “Nyygghhh, buh-brother, fuusshhhs meeeh!” 

“I’m already doing that sis,” teased Adrian, pumping her cheeks. Zia could barely see his cock, but it looked utterly massive! He thrusted in her daughter like an animal, putting those muscles to use as the room filled with loud wet slapping as he continued, “Now let's see if that belly can hold more seed!”

“Yynnneeesssshh,” cried Brianna as her pussy was filled with more thick cock cream. It overflowed out of her and spilled down the side of the bed. Covering the floor in nasty white sperm. Afia thought it looked more like a thick mud than actual sperm, but there was no denying that her Adrian produced that nasty cock sludge and filled her squealing daughter full of it.

“Mmmmnn, brother, pweeeease,” mewled Zia, moving off her stomach. Her belly was bloated and a stream of thick cock cream was leaking from her cunt as she crawled to Adrian’s feet. Her bleached blonde hair a mess with strands of his thick white cum staining it, her dark purple make-up running down her cheeks as she cried, “Stuff your cock into me one more time, ghhhggguuu, I… I need more of your seed.”

“Ahhh, sure thing sis,” said Adrian letting out a sigh of relief as he pulled his cock out of Brianna’s cunt. It was massive, like a third leg as thick as Afia’s forearm and about as long; yet it was slender and smooth. The same was true about the boy’s smooth baseball sized nuts that slightly sagged. 

He’s like five times larger than my husband and comparing virility…. Afia looked at the insane amount of cum that was leaking from Brianna's soaking black pussy lips. Her gaping pink insides were leaking a waterfall of Adrian’s thick white cream on the bed. It’s like he dumped a milk jug into my daughter; thought Afia as she watched. She should really intervene, but her knees felt weak and her eyes were mesmerized by the display of slutty cock worship.

“You became such a needy little coon after I pumped you full sis,” teased Adrian as he slapped his thick white pole down the center of Zia’s face. She immediately inhaled and let out a pleasured groan as she grabbed the base of Adrian’s cock.

“That’s because you’re a fucking stud little bro,” snorted Zia, rubbing his cock against her cheek. Smearing leftovers cum over her face as she mewled, “I can’t help myself. Your thick white dick makes my faggot boyfriend’s cock look like a literal baby dick. His twinky ass can’t can’t compete with your thick white dick, now please fuck me again.

“Alright, alright, I can’t reject my sister’s lovely little plea. Bend over and I’ll give you a bit more cum before I take a break,” said Adrian, pointing at the ground behind her sweaty caramel body. It was like he was addressing his dog and like a good bitch, Zia immediately moved onto all fours and started swaying her hips.

“Thank you little brother! Now stop wasting time and break in your breaky your bratty black bitch,” begged Zia, reaching back and spreading her cheeks. Her perfect pink lips were covered in cum, clit swollen and twitching as she continued, “Breed a baby in me, make me your brood mother! My army of black simps will happily pay for each of your beautiful kids, so bruuuudd meeeeh!”

“You talk too much sis,” teased Adrian as he shoved his cock inside cutting off her mewling as he continued, “Still this is a big improvement over your old attitude.”

“Yeesssshh masssaa,” she cried as Adiran’s cock stretched her out. Creating a visible cock bulge in her already bloated stomach as he started pounding her pussy into mush. 

“Please ruin mu-meeeee,” she cried, her fingers gripping the shag carpet as Adrian’s cock brutalized her insides. “I’m your stupid little bleached breed-aaaggghhh,” she continued, her vice becoming sloppy as Adrian grabbed her long bleached blond hair.

“As I said you talk too much, sis,” grunted Adrian, “Do you want mommy to hear you?”

“Nyyyggghh, FUCK YES!” Zia cheered without a moment's hesitation. Her teeth grinding together as her body trembled from the impact of Adrian’s thrusts. “If that bitch shows up you’ll just fuck the shit out of her too!” drooled Zia, “You deserve another black bitch to bleeeeaaccchh!”

“Such a silly shameless black bimbo. You might be the biggest thot I’ve fucked,” spat Adrian.

“Thaaaankk yooousss,” she drooled, her head slumping against the carpet as her arms gave out. She was fatigued, fucked silly, but she still clamped down on Adrian’s dick. Her folds desperate to milk his massive white dick. It was all she needed, more of his thick white cream clogging up her womb.

Afia watched eyes wide as the sound of heavy wet slapping got louder and louder. Adrian happily scrapped out his adopted sister’s cunt, his heavy nuts slapping against her limp boy. Afia could clearly see every squirting orgasm that came with each deep thrust. It was incredible, nothing like the weak sex she had once a year with her husband. This was a sloppy fuck session designed to do one thing, breed a baby into her daughter’s wombs.

“Alright bitch you’re clearly done,” grunted Adrian, “I give you a seven out of ten, you stayed tight but your stamina is still… mmmmph, shit!” Adrian leaned over Zia’s body pressing his hips against her as he dumped an ultra thick load of cock cream into her cunt. Blasting an equally thick load into her, it was like he didn’t just cum half a dozen times in both girls, and like it was nothing Adrian pulled his cock out. Still half hard and drooling pre-cum, he had a satisfied smile on his face.

“Uhhhggg, not bad, you’ve both improved since day one,” he said, stretching his body, his cum covered cock pulsating as he continued, “I’m gonna take a shower, feel free to join me if your legs start working within the next ten minutes.”

“Nnnhhhgggg,” groaned the pair, half conscious bordering on passing out. The pair were in no state to do anything, but…

“Also sisters, clean up the fucking floor this time. I don’t need the house smelling like my cum,” spat Adrian, leaving the room. He slowly walked up to the door where Afia was still trembling. She should’ve tried to get away; clearly she didn’t have the strength to barge in, and she could confront Adrian about this later, but she couldn’t move. Her knees were weak, and she trembled like a girl about to get caught doing something naughty by her father.

“Oh hi mom,” exhaled Adrian as he opened the door, literally looking into Afia’s eyes as he asked, “Would you mind moving out of the way, I gotta use the bathroom.” His chipper tone betrayed the sloppy fuck session he just dominated. Speaking to his mother like he wasn’t butt naked with his fat white cock swinging half hard between his knees.

“Adrian you… you… why did you,” Afia stuttered her words, unable to properly vocalize her mixture of confusion, disgust and sudden embarrassment at what she just witnessed.

“Fuck Zia and Brianna’s brains out?” he asked completing Afia’s sentence in the most sexual way possible.

“Yu-yes, they’re your sisters… You shu-should be doing this,” stuttered Afia. 

“What do you mean?” asked Adrian, shrugging his shoulders, “You wanted me to bond with my new sisters and I did.”

“That’s definitely not what I mu-ment,” she responded.

“A little too late for that Afia,” said Adrian as he put a hand on Afia’s shoulder, “Look at it this way, at least they’re getting along now, and I could tell you were enjoying the show.”

“Yu.. yu-you saw me!”

“Yup, pretty hard not to notice when you were breathing so heavy,” he chuckled, “I thought you’d try and join, but it’s cool if you just wanna watch.”  He gave her a pat on the back before walking down the hallway, “You can sit in the room next time and I’ll give you a real show, but first I gotta take a piss.”

Afia stood stunned, practically flush as Adrian walked into the bathroom. Wait, he can keep going!? What the fuck is wrong with Adrian? He’s practically a breeding bull; she wondered as she watched him disappear into the washroom.

“Wait,” she muttered, snapping out of her trance before following behind him. Afia wasn’t done chatting with Adrian, she had to make him understand that this just wasn’t right. So she quickly darted after him entering the bathroom, which was positively massive.

A large tub that was more like a jacuzzi was in the back of the bathroom along with a shower, separated from the gleaming marble tile of the sink and cabinets that contained most of Zia and Afia’s skin care products. And right beside the sink was the toilet and Adrian pissing directly into the bowl. It was like a firehose shooting out a stream of water, practically splashing out of the bowl as it hit the water.

“Mmmph, You know Afia, when I said you could watch I didn’t mean while I take a piss,” he chuckled. The last few drops of his urine dripped into the bowl as he stared up at Afia.

“No, that’s not what I… I just wanted to talk,” spat Afia, embarrassed by her son’s remark.

“This really isn’t the place or time, buuuuut,” he responded, turning to look at his adoptive mother, “For you I’ve got the time.” Adrian placed his hands on his hips and looked at her with an adorable little smirk on his face. 

“Please don’t have sex with your sisters,” she begged. Afia wasn’t the best at applying discipline and asking him to stop was the extent of her disciplining power

“Sorry Afia, but I’ve gotta drain these nuts, somehow… Unless you’re gonna send me back to the orphanage,” asked Adrian.

“Oh no, I’d never,” spat Afia and she meant it. Beyond the fact she’d be abandoning Adrian to the streets with no prospects. Plus Afia wouldn’t be able to handle the shame of “returning a child” and there was no way to know how her daughters might react. In her mind there was only one option…

“Let me take care of you… needs,” she said, slowly moving down to her knees in front of Adrian. She bit her lower lip, nervous as she locked her eyes on his massive meat, but not deterred.

“Just don’t touch my daughters anymore. They’ve got their whole lives ahead of them and a pregnancy would ruin all that,” she continued.

“I accept your offer. It’s been ages since I’ve been with a married woman or cucked a beta-bitch,” he cheered. 

“Wait... You have had other partners besides my daughters and I,” she asked?

“Yup, at the orphanage I had my pic of needy black sluts and pumped them all full of kids. By the time you adopted me I was getting hard to handle,” he responded.

Afia gulped, of course Adrian had fucked dozens of nasty black hoes before her daughters. She could tell from the way he strutted around, so confident whomever he wanted would drop to their knees and service his massive white meat, and how could Afia disprove that when she was already on her knees.

“Now get me cleaned up,” Adrian took a few steps forward, his cock a mere inch from Afia’s lips as he ordered, “I want to be cleaned before I give you a hard bleaching.”

“Well let's hold on,” said Afia, her nostrils flaring as she took in the boy’s heavy scent. His musk alone made her feel weak, brain melting with each inhale. It was like this boy was some kind of animal, a white breeding bull that existed to seed black pussy, but even bulls could be tamed. 

“I’ll serve you with my mouth first. Then we will see if we need to go further,” she continued, grabbing his shaft with both hands. Her finger tips couldn’t even touch as she wrapped her hands around the sex juice slicked shaft. The size alone made Afia feel like a virgin (or a veterinarian handling a horse).

“Sounds good to me, mom,” said Adrian.

Why did my heart flutter when he said that! Oh this boy is such a… smooth little troublemaker; thought Afia as she licked up Adrian’s shaft. Her spit dripped off her tongue in thick ropes as she took a huge lick down the top of his member, causing Adrian to harden immediately.

“Mmmmmm,” she groaned as she took the nasty cum into her mouth. Rolling the thick globs around her tongue before swallowing with an, “Ahhhhhnnngg!” Her deep brown eyes fixated on her son. It felt like she swallowed more cum in the last ten seconds than she did in her entire life, but she was nowhere near done.

“Mmmmmph!” she groaned, planting a kiss on Adrian’s shaft, leaving a ruby red kiss mark before she dragged her tongue down the underside. Salty cum ropes greeted her taste buds, making her head feel fuzzy as she swallowed. Not wasting any time as she reached Adrian’s heavy nuts. Hairless and the size of softballs (most of his pubes were above his cock), each heavy nut spilled out of the palm of Afia’s hand as she cradled them.

“Ahhhnn, they’re so huge,” she muttered in a moment of cock shock.

“Awww, poor mommy does daddy not measure up to your son,” he asked, barely holding back his laughter.

“No he’s ti… not as large as you,” she moaned, kissing his other nut. “Mmmm, but I can handle it,” she continued, leaving a pair of kiss marks on Adrian’s smooth nuts before licking back up his shaft. She tried holding back her feelings about her husband but it was undeniable, he was pathetic compared to Adrian. His pathetic black micro penis would never be able to compare to Adrian’s thick white pulsating pillar.

“Ghuuaaaak,” groaned Afia, her jaw straining as she took Adrian’s shaft into her mouth. She could already feel his pre-cum oozing out onto her tongue as his tip entered her throat. She realized immediately that it was a bad idea trying to take her son’s cock. Her jaw was straining and her throat was bulging to accommodate his girth and she was barely halfway down his dick. She tried to move her head back, but…

“Way to go mommy, you’ve taken me deeper than both your daughters, but…” Adrian grabbed her long curly hair and grunted, “I want to see if you can go deeper.”

Mmmmmggghkkk,” snorted Afia, nostrils flaring as Adrian’s pulled her head down on his dick, impaling her throat with his massive cock. His massive meat slowly slid into her gullet, deforming her throat as he leaked pre-cum directly into her stomach. It was so hot and thick, Afia had no idea how she’d handle a real load, but she wouldn’t have a choice.

Adrian grabbed the back of her head, his grip was tight despite his age and with a heavy buck of his hips he forced the last few inches of his meat into Afia’s throat. Her nose pressed against Adrian’s crotch, cutting off her air supply as he blasted a thick load of ball cream into her stomach. She could feel her belly filling with his thick seed, brain melting with each thick rope of splooge deposited inside her. His cum got so back up it started to spill out of her nose and lips, dripping down his heavy sack as he finished cumming.

“You're such a good girl, mom. It’s been a while since I came that hard,” teased Adrian, pulling his cock out of Afia’s throat, leaving her a sloppy mess. Strands of thick spit and cum still connected her thick lips to Adrian’s still hard cock, her eyes had rolled up into her head and were twitching half open.. She could hardly think, brain buzzing with all kinds of new feelings. Though she wouldn’t have time to process any of them as Adrian continued, “But I’m already ready for round two. Mind if I get started?”

“Uhhhuunnn, yu-yeeesssh,” she gurgled an automatic response since Afia didn’t have enough brain power left to reject him. Her cunt was calling the shots now and she wanted her son’s thick white dick inside her now!

“Thanks mom, I’ll give you an extra thick load,” spat Adrian, pushing Afia onto her back. He wasted no tip hiking up her sundress and revealing her lacy soaking panties. 

“Damn mom you’re a way bigger pervert than I thought,” teased Adrian, ripping them off her, exposing her perfectly waxed pussy. Not a hair on her black lips and her folds were already drooling down her taint. “But don’t you worry, I’ll give you the big white kiddi dick you crave.”

“Nnnnyyggh, I’m not… Mmmnnnn,” she groaned as Adrian pressed his thick thip against her pussy, spreading her lips open easily.

“After all black bitches exist to be breeding stock,” he continued sinking his meat deep into Afia’s cunt. His fat tip spread out parts of her pussy her husband could never touch, before pressing against the back of her cunt, hitting her g-spot for the first time in her life and…

“Nnnnnn-cccuummsssh,” she groaned, eyes going crossed as she squirted all over Adrian’s cock.

“Didn’t you were a squirter mommy,” chuckled Adrian as he slowly started grinding inside her. His thick tip swelling as he teased, “I guess you must love the idea of having my kids as much as I do!”

“Tuh-takes isssh, ow-out, pweeesssh,” she groaned. Not that she didn’t love every second her son’s cock was inside her. Stretching her insides out with its bestial white girth, but she felt like she’d break. Every second his tip pulsed against her womb’s entrance made her forget about her family little by little.

“Don’t be silly mommy, your pussy is greedily accepting my meat. If anything I should go faster,” he grunted, bucking his hips. His thrusts were getting harder, and his heavy nuts slapped against Afia’s ass like wrecking balls as he teased, “If I take it out now you’ll never get preggers and we can’t have that. Black bitches need to be bleached after all!”

“Nyyggghuuuu,” drooled Afia as her bloated stomach bulged. Adrian’s massive white meat was making a clear outline inside her. His tip easily entered her womb and smeared all the leftover pre-cum inside her baby box. She felt like it would clog up her fallopian tubes and turn her into a white baby breeder, but she liked it.

Mmmm, baby that’s it fuck your slutty mommy! She deserves it for being such a weak little bitch, but most of all make me forget. Fuck my stupid kids and sissy hubby your the only man around here that matters; she thought as Adrian fucked away the last of her shame. She felt so ashamed of that last thought, but she couldn’t stop herself. Adrian was such a stud and she wanted him to go harder.

 “Ahhhhhhnnnnnn!” she cried, her pussy clamping down on him as she stretched the tile floor beneath him, staining her dress. 

“Mmmph, fuck mommy,” grunted Adrian, “Your pussy is nice and tight! Waaaay better than the other nigger bitches I’ve fucked. How small is daddy?” 

“Ahhhggggnn, he… He’s a tiny dicked bitch compared to you baby! But I don’t wanna think about him, just keep fucking meeeeeh!” As her body shook her fat udders flopped out of her dress. Each one was the size of Adrian’s head and tipped by dark brown nipples that grew to be as long and thick as thumbs. She’d never been so turned on and felt like she’d cum again any second and the same was true for Adrian. He was already on the verge of cumming, something about hearing his mommy say those words made him as hard as diamonds.

“Take my load, mommy!” he cried, his gruff orgasm voice and massive cock making Afia shiver as he started cumming. An absolutely disgusting load of sludge filled Afia to the brim, sticking to every corner of her womb and filling her belly to the point she looked to be in her third trimester. She even started leaking milk from her teats about half way through, both were twitching and sputtering little jets. 

The sight of which made Afia feel about twenty years younger. She wondered how different her life might’ve been if Adrian had met her when she was younger. Would she already have a dozen of his babies, maybe two dozen? The thought made her mind buzz with possibility, but more than that, was it already too late for her?

“Damn mom you’re way tighter than the other sluts I’ve pumped,” spat Adrian pulling his cock out. It took him a full three minutes to fully deposit his load and it was worth it in Afia’s opinion. It was like a horse blasted inside her and the warm feeling of thick seed had her cooing.

“Nnyyggghh, thanks bu-baby,” she responded, her voice weak and body bloated with Adrian’s thick cumload, but she felt incredibly satisfied. Her brain alight in post orgasm bliss as Adrian’s thick, sticky cum load slowly leaked out of her gaping pussy like molasses.

Adrian stepped over to his mother’s head and looked at her sloppy face. Eyeliner running down her cheeks. Her lips curved into a big smile as he asked, “Why don’t we go back to my room and continue. I don’t think I’ve put a baby in your belly yet.”

“Of course baby, whatever you want,” she moaned, kissing Adrian’s filthy cock tip. She slurped up what cum remained on his cock, greedily sucking up the thick left over strands with her thick dark lips. It was going to be a long night and Afia didn’t know if she had it in her to properly service Adrian’s fat white donkey dick, but she was more than happy to try. 

Early the next morning…

Afia slowly awoke, her eyes felt heavy and her stomach was still bloated from the nights’ sex. She looked like she could easily be in her third trimester. “Uhhhhggg, Afia what have you done,” she groaned as she tried getting up, but…”

“Nyygghh, oooohh-mmmmn,” she groaned as she felt Adrian's half hard cock flopped out of her cunt. She immediately felt his thick seed rush out of her pussy spilling over his bed, her walls throbbing as a micro orgasm shocked her brain out of her sleepy haze. “Mmmmnn, I need a shower,” muttered Afia, looking over her shoulder to see Adrian now slumped over on his back sleeping.

He made me cum and he wasn’t even awake; thought Afia as she stood up out of Adrian’s bed. She looked down to see her daughters still full of spunk and still passed out. The looks of bliss on their faces told Afia everything she needed to know as she left the room and walked down the hallway. 

Afia stumbled into the bathroom and took a quick shower, trying to clean herself up as much as she could, but it was impossible. This boy’s seed wouldn’t come out of her, even as she used the brush to try and scrap some out. It came out as thick nasty globs, but she could still feel most of it bloating her womb and sticking to her folds. Thank god it’s a safe day; thought Afia as she walked out of the shower.

Though as she dried herself off she wondered what the hell she should do. The idea that she could sacrifice her body for her daughters seemed… unrealistic at the moment. Adrian was such a virile man and made Afia feel things that she never felt before (like multiple back to back climaxes). The idea that she’d have to service him as soon as he woke up had her pussy throbbing and if her girls were anything like her, they probably felt the same way…

Maybe… Maybe Sean might listen; thought Afia as she left the bathroom. She didn’t even know what she’d ask him or say, but maybe he’d make a difference. Inspire her in some way or give Afia an idea on how to handle her son. There weren’t many good options…

Afia didn’t even bother wearing a towel around the house. I’d be another two hours until anyone woke up and walking around with her tits bouncing didn;t even seem that embarrassing anymore. Her phone was still on the kitchen counter, sitting beside the uneaten tray of muffins. Eating now seemed wrong, so she grabbed it and headed back to the lounge, leaving a trail of cum behind her as she walked. Her pussy pulsating like crazy, like it was screaming at her to shove something inside.  She collapsed back on the couch, frustrated and hoping that Sean could deliver in the simplest way. Reminding his wife why she married him oh so long ago. She called him and waited a moment until she heard his voice.

“Uhhgggg, yes?” he answered.

“Sean, you're awake. Do you have a minute,” asked Afia, letting out a sigh. She wasn’t sure what she’d ask her husband but maybe he’d be able to give her some surety. That she could withstand this boy if only for her kids and marriage…

“Afia it is midnight… Uhhhhg here…” He pushed and Afia could tell he had more than a few drinks. He had that textbook gurgle in his voice as he spat, “And I have a meeting in six hours,” he continued, seemingly annoyed at the mere sound of his wife's voice.

“I’m sorry,” said Afia, her voice jittery, “but I just wanted…”

“Good night, Bloop…”

He hung up on her and didn’t even ask his new legal son, their daughter or even her. He didn’t even care enough to stay on the line for thirty seconds. Afia slouched back on the couch, rubbing her belly as she groaned. She could feel Adrian seed sticking to her womb, warm and thick as the creamiest batter, it made Afia shiver just thinking about it. Her son’s thick white cock hitting places her husband could never reach, pushing her to climax multiple times without even trying like he was made for it and to top it all off he bloated her stomach with more seed than her hubby could ever hope to produce. 

My beloved white stud; she thought, rubbing her belly before her eyes went wide. “Oh fuck,” muttered Afia, slapping her cheeks in a vein attempt to break the trance. She shouldn’t think of her son in that way even if he was adopted. Sure he literally fucked her brains out last night, but she did let him do it and it was to protect…

“God dammit who am I kidding,” groaned Afia, rubbing her belly, “I wanted this… like a nasty whore… Mmmmmm,” she moaned, rubbing her swollen areolas. Do you even care if he knocked you up? What would Sean… What would the community think if you spat out a cute little half breed with his studly father’s eyes… They think you were a cradle robbing whore!

Afia bit her lip as she felt her pussy pulsate. Normally she didn’t stay wet for this long, especially with Sean’s limp black dick, but again Adrian kept proving his superiority. A few naughty thoughts about her boy were all it took to push Afia back to the edge of orgasm. It was an addicting feeling and Afia felt that with each passing second she’d feel the need to throw herself at her son’s feet grow.

“Maybe Jasmin will be able to help,” she sighed. She owned the orphanage and if she played her cards right she could express that her home was toxic due to her daughters. It felt more than a little scummy blaming them, but it was all she could think of; plus the shame of being discovered as a incestious whore made her shiver. Though she couldn’t outright say what’d happened, she’d have to lead Jasmin to the conclusion that Adrian was unfit herself.

“Mmmmnn, dammit,” she muttered, still on the edge of orgasm. She’d have to do this quickly before she succumbed and started masturbating; no real plan just winging most of the conversation. Though Jasmin was a very understanding woman, she’d known her all her life and could probably appeal to the woman she knew. 

Afia let out another pained moan before started messaging Jasmin, trying her best to play it coo;

Afia: Hey Jasmin did Adian display any strange behavior at the orphanage?

Jasmin: Like what? Adrian was always a very good boy, I’d be surprised to hear that he’d been bad.

Afia: Well I did catch him getting handsy with my girls and he was very forward with me. Has he always been so sexual?

Jasmin: Fuck, well I knew you’d find out eventually…

Jasmin sent a short video of herself panting on all fours, her pretty face pressed against the floor. Her slender body came with wide hips and a perfect caramel bubble booty, that she shook as she screamed, “Fuck your nasty nigger whore, massa. Breed another baby in-tuh meeeeh!” Afia drooled as Adrianed walked into the frame and grabbed Jasmin’s fat camel ass cheeks. “You’ve been such a good baby breeder. I’ll put another one in your belly before I leave. Consider it a reward for being such a good girl,” spat Adrian before he thrusted his big white dick into her soaking shaved cunt. Jasmin’s face immediately morphed to a sloppy ahegao, drooling over the floor in her office as the sound of cheeks getting clapped filled the room.

Afia: What the fuck Jasmin! Did you make him fuck you?

Jasmin: No, no… He fucked me! He was such a man I could hardly resist that big white ⇐========3

Afia: So you just let him fuck you? You're a married woman!

Jasmin: Shut the fuck up Afia I don’t want to hear shit from you.

She sent another picture; she was on her knees, sucking Adrian’s heavy nuts while he sat at her desk. Her mascara was running down her cheeks but Afia could see the lust in Jasmin’s eyes. She could practically smell her son’s musky cock as he rubbed it against Jasmin’s forehead, leaking pre-cum over her long black hair.

Jasmin: Every time you chatted with Adrian I was under the desk sucking his cock. slurping him like a good little slut! I loved that boy but he wanted a real family and not just the ghetto hoes we have around here. I hated giving him to you, but he’s my massa and I’m his nigger, I didn’t have a choice… 

Afia: Jasmin what the fuck!

Jasmin: You’re no better! Adrian just called me and told me how much you screamed when he bred you. 

Afia: It’s not like that and you know it.

Jasmin: All I know is that massa’s big white cock scraped waaaaaay deeper than Sean. I bet you’re just aching to crawl back to him right now?

Afia: I am

“Fuck,” exhaled Afia, throwing her phone agaisnt the couch. She sent that without even thinking. Knowing in her mind that she preferred Adrian’s massive white meat was one thing, but to actually vocalize it… was freeing.

“What am I going to do,” she sighed, odds are she couldn’t just get rid of Adrian. For one thing he was still just a boy and returning him like a failed pet was definitely not the right thing to do. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to anymore, maybe she could keep holding out. The prospect of lying to her husband didn’t bother her as much anymore…

“Mmmmph, You know mom~ I can just go back to the orphanage,” said Adrian.

“Adrian! I don’t… I mean I didn’t,” she sputtered, failing to find the words. She felt like a child being caught doing something naughty

“It’s fine, I understand,” he interjected as he hopped over the back of the couch, muffin in hand. He took another bite, chewing loudly before continuing, “Mmmm, if your hubby ever found out that some mean white teen put a baby in your belly he’d probably freak. Which is why I was just gonna settle for training my sisters… Which doesn’t matter much now. So, I’ll talk to Jasmin about finding a new place.”

“Well that’s…” Afia paused, Adrian had taken the decision away from her and potentially gave her a guilt free pass. She could go back to being a good wife for her husband, and keep her reputation intact, but…

“Still I’m a little disappointed,” groaned Adrian, shoving the last bits of blueberry muffin into his maw. He licked the remaining sticky crumbs off his fingers before continuing, “I’m gonna miss eating these muffins.”

“Wait, really,” asked Afia?

“Duh, this stuff tastes great, I’ve eaten three already. Mind if I finish the rest of the batch before I leave?” he asked, looking down at Afia.

Afia just stared at him for a second awestruck that he even gave a fuck about her backed goods, especially after he pounded her and her daughters pussies into mush. Something about it didn’t sit well with Afia and she couldn’t bring herself to ask Adrian to leave.

“You look worried Afia, but you don’t need to be,” exhaled Adrian, “Jasmin will probably be more than happy to take me back and she’s also a pretty good cook…”

“Nooooo,” moaned Afia, snuggling up to Adrian. “I don’t want you to go!” she cried as she pressed her fat black udders against his chest. She didn’t want Adrian to leave, she wanted to service his every need like a mother should and that started with stroking his big white cock. She began stroking him with one hand, her fingers could barely fit around his cock’s girth but she moved quickly to make up for it. His thick pulsating white cock was still sticky with her juices, which made the motion easy.

“Oh what’s gotten into you Afia,” asked Adrian, his voice coy as his cock hardened in her gasp.

“Mommy doesn’t want to let her big boy go anymore!” moaned Afia, pulling him close and smushed his face between her tits as she continued, “I wanna be the one to cook and service you. You can have my daughters, those ungrateful thots needed a real man in their lives and you’ve put them in their place.”

“What about your hubby,” he said, looking up between Afia’s breasts,  “Won’t he…”

“Fuck that fat limp dicked faggot,” continued Afia, she let go of Adrian’s head and dropped to her knees, giving Adrian a tit job. His thick shaft poked out from between her thick milkers as she continued, “My son is the only man I need in my life and if that ugly bastard wants a divorce he can have it!”

“Hmmmmm, not good enough,” teased Adrian.

“Bu-but why,” said Afia, her big brown eyes going wide as she looked up at Adrian. 

“I don’t think you’ve proved your devotion to me enough,” spat Adrian, he reached down and pinched Afia’s hard dark brown nipples. Her fingers squeezing her sensitive spots as he spat, “You hurt my feelings when you tried returning me and I want to be certain that you’re not gonna pull a stunt like that again… Oooooor, I’m just gonna take your slutty little daughters and go, understand?”

“Yes baby I understand and your dumb mommy is sorry,” Afia whined, her pussy throbbing with each squeeze of her nipples. She could barely think straight, but her response didn’t need to be thought out. It was practically second nature.

“I exist to be your baby breeder, broodmother, slave or whatever else you see fit. Your godly white cock gives this old housewives life real purpose beyond being married to some rich bitch boy. So please baby, do me a kindness and fill me with dozens of your beautiful white babies. I promise to spoil you for the rest of your life,” she mewled, drool dripping down her chin. She had a desperate look in her big puppy dog eyes and…

“Much better mommy,” grunted Adrian. He reached down and grabbed the back of Afia’s head and pushed her lips down on his thick white cock. Filling her mouth with his filthy white meat. “You can keep sucking my cock,” he continued, pulling his head back and folding both behind his head, “But after you drink up your breakfast I expect you to start baking me more mufflings while I tend to my sisters. They need their breakfast too, don’t ya think?”

“Mmmhhgggmm,” gurgled Afia in agreement, her lips extending into a filthy duck face. She was squeezing his meat with all her might, pressing her sweaty dark brown tits together as she sucked him. Slurping up thick globs of left over cum as thick as molasses and just a sweet.

“NowI think Zia mentioned daddy, hehe… Won’t be coming home for about half a year,” exhaled Adrian, his cock leaking pre-cum directly into Afia’s stomach as he said, “I wonder what I’ll be able to make before he comes back.”

Seven months Later…

Sean was furious, he’d expected to be picked up by his wife, but when he got to the airport no one was there. He assumed she was late and stayed at the bar, but as hours (and the drinks) passed he realized she wasn’t coming. A sloppy alcohol fueled rage took over Sean as he called a taxi. Grumbling all the way back to his summer home, he didn’t stop as he left the cab and entered the house. 

The place was in the same condition as he left it but the entryway was covered with clothing. He could tell most of it belonged to his daughters and wife, but there was a fourth set he couldn’t quite recognize. He assumed it must’ve been his “new son”, the mere thought of which made him roll his eyes. He didn’t expect her little adoption to last more than seven days let alone seven months, but he supposed he should congratulate her on focusing on something for more than five minutes. Sean walked over to the lounge and opened the door, saying, “Dear I missed you at the air… what the fuck!”

Sean opened the door to find his wife and daughters on their knees, all servicing a massive white cock that belonged to a very smug looking teen. Was this really that sweet eighteen year old his wife claimed to have adopted? His cock was covered in a mix of purple, pink and white kiss marks that had been lovingly placed there by his family. Who were different then Sean remembered them. 

All three girls were heavily pregnant, easily in their third trimester. Their tits had all increased a cup size with Afia’s being the largest, drooling milk as she left white lipstick smears on Adrian’s cock. Zia was slobbering over Adrian’s nuts, her nostrils flaring as she sucked, leaving purple smears and Brianna took his shaft. She was the most different, taking on a more bimboed look.

Brianna’s short spiky hair had bright pink highlights and her lips were coated in a hot pink lipstick that left glittering smears on Adrian’s shaft as she kissed and licked him. On each girl's lower back was a tramp stamp, a doily queen of hearts tattoo with the words “White Baby Breeder” printed over top in an arch; each one colored to match their choice of lipstick.

“Mmmm, oh Sean your home, there is something I wanted to talk to you about,” moaned Afia, sparing him a cold look as she kissed Adrian’s cock head. “Mmmmm, hold on baby I’ll be just a second,” she moaned before she stood up and immediately both her girls took over their lips meeting at the tip of Adrian’s cock before moving down the shaft once more. They didn’t even spare their old father a look, they had a new daddy to play with. 

“Afia! What the fuck are you doing,” shouted Sean,  “I’m going ot give you five second to explain yourself or I’ll…” 

SMACK!

“Listen to me you silly little man and don’t make me say it twice,” Afia shouted, slapping Sean across the face. His wife’s sudden strike combined with her stern tone made Sean shrink, but he still wanted to smack her back; yet, he couldn’t bring himself to raise a hand against her.

Despite being serviced by his daughters Adrian was staring at him. His glare piercing Sean deeply like one of the betas of a pack the second the alpha showed up. It made him snap to attention and communicated the idea that “this was his turf now and he wouldn’t accept any rivals.” The mere idea of being broken by this domineering boy made Sean’s spine crumple into dust as his wife berated him.

“You have two options here. You can pack up all your stuff and divorce me with full knowledge that I’ll take half the estate and to support said estate, Zia will start selling all the videos of Adrian using us as he broodmares. I can imagine your business partners wouldn’t be able to respect you after seeing your bleached ex-wife polishing her master’s big white dick,” she chuckled, a large smile growing on her white painted lips.

“The first video with our faces blurred out already made a killing mommy. I doubt we even need cucky daddy’s money,”added Adrian.

“Very true baby, but I still think Sean has his uses,” responded Afia, looking down on her husband who visibly lost height as she conversed with her son. “Or you can pick option two,” she continued, “Be a good little cuck for your wife and let her keep spoiling her master until the day you die and hand him every last cent you’ve earned. I think it’s a fair trade for being allowed in the presence of my beautiful baby boy, don’t you?”

“I don’t… Yes dear,” muttered Sean as he averted his wife’s gaze, “I’ll go with option two…”

“Good, now get out! We’ll talk more after my darling Adrian has been spoiled by his mommy,” cooed Afia as Adrian blasted a thick load of cum over his sister’s. Coating their faces in chunky white ball slop, practically giving them both full face masks while also filling their mouths. Sean watched wide-eyed as his daughter’s scraped his seed into their greedy maws before kissing each other, their thick painted lips slobbering and swapping spit and seed alike as they moaned. 

“Yes dear,” he continued as he shambled out of the lounge defeated, but turned on. He immediately undid his belt and looked at his underwear. A massive wet stain had developed where his minuscule bulge was and he couldn't deny that was the hardest Sean had ever cum in his life, maybe having an adopted son wouldn’t be so bad?