Random smut stories with plot

by Jokiba

Smut of all kinds with good plot too

17. Adding A BBC To The Family

Adding A BBC To The Family

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Summary:

Rebecca is bored of her housewife life, so she becomes an influencer. After fame, a remark results in accusations of racism. To fix her reputation, she adopts an underprivileged black son who turns out to be a very big young black man…

Tags: NTR, Corruption, BBC, Interracial, Incest, Raceplay, Light Femdom.

Chapter 1: Gym Mommy

Chapter Text

Rebecca smiled as her family ate dinner. She was a short woman with disproportionately large breasts for her physique, only avoiding back pain due to her well-trained posterior chain. Equally, her vast ass was built with years of squatting. Complementing her appearance, she had beautiful, long, wavy, blonde hair, which blended well with her blue eyes. Despite already being 40 years old, Rebecca was possibly even more attractive than when she was young, thanks to her disciplined gym ethic.

She served her husband's plate. Jack was a white man with short, brown hair, and was way taller than her, bordering on six feet. "I hope you enjoy it, darling."

"I'm sure I will. Your food is always great."

"Thank you. And maybe tomorrow you could come lift some weights with me to burn the excess? Hm…?"

"We'll see, we'll see."

She already expected his response. 'I wish he would return to his old physique from when we first met. Jack was ripped back in the day… To think he has a pot belly now. Oh, well, housewife life.'

Next, she moved to her son's plate and served him. "Here you go, Johnny. You must eat a lot to grow strong and tall."

"Pretty sure that ship's sailed mom, I'm already 19."

"W-well, you'll always be a dear kid to me, okay?" Johnny was a young white man with average height and a skinny physique. He had no interest in physical activities and was a relatively shy kid in college. Rebecca worried about his social skills but left it to fate for now.

Finally, she moved to the plate of her daughter, Candice, who was already complaining. "Gosh, mom, get on with it. Why do you even cook this much? Can't you tell there are families in need who go hungry every night? Maybe you could use those skills of yours to cook in some soup kitchen instead of wasting them with us. Just order takeout or whatever. It's faster!"

Rebecca simply hummed, ignoring her daughter's rambling. Candice was even shorter than her, standing at five feet of height. Just like her, she had blue eyes and long, blonde hair, though hers was straight and usually kept in a ponytail. Unlike Rebecca, Candice did not have a squat-built dump truck ass, relying on her genetics, which also blessed her ample boobs, which were even bigger. "Well, perhaps you could also stop ordering and using so much makeup and give your allowance to charity. I'm sure the cheerleading captain would act as a noble example to everyone if she did that."

"Hah! What are a thousand dollars a week gonna do for anyone? That's change! You guys could help with much more. Dad barely donated to the BLM protest last week!" Candice had a very privileged worldview.

Jack slammed the table with a single hand. It was not a violent or aggressive slam; Instead, it was almost silent. He had enough of a dominant aura in the family to easily silence his daughter. "Correction. I donated nothing. I have no intention of promoting those barbarians."

"W-well, they're a good cause, dad…" Johnny tried to help his sister.

"It's not that black and white, son." Rebecca contributed. After chewing on her food for a bit, she giggled and nearly spat it out. "Pun unintended!"

"You're probably right, mom…"

"Gosh, Johnny! You're such a pussy! Why don't you just go and suck mom's dick or something?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have one!" Rebecca easily disarmed her daughter with a comedic remark.

Surrendering, Candice mumbled under her breath. "Buncha gross racists…"

As their dinner proceeded, Candice pulled out her cell phone and began taking selfies of herself. Back in the day, Jack and Rebecca tried to keep her from doing this, but it was an unwinnable fight. 'These youth can't live without their phones, huh… What's so fun about it anyway…? Incredible how her energy changes when it's for one of those photos too. She's smiling so much.'

Once Candice was done, she began typing something on the phone while staring at the screen with a joyful expression. If one did not know her better, they might assume she was an easygoing, friendly person instead of the rebellious girl that she often acted as.

"What are you doing there, Candy?"

"Get off my back, mom."

"I'm not telling you to stop, I'm just curious."

Sensing unexpected interest from her mother, she changed her attitude and showed her the screen. "Posting a selfie to promote social causes and myself as an influencer."

"Influencer…? Blonde With An Attitude…?" She looked at Candice's screen. It was a photo from a flattering upper angle. Its coloring was unusual, highlighting her cleavage. Within seconds, the comments were flooded with compliments and words of praise for her beauty and positive social impact. "Hashtags…? Filter…? What is all that…?"

"Gosh, mom! Get real!"

Jack decided to help his wife. "It's about gathering social capital. Your persona becomes a brand of its own, and then you can move it to sell products, get sponsors, or even promote awful causes like BLM."

"Jesus Christ, dad, you're such a fucking racist! And so cold too! It's not about money or business! I do this to promote good causes and help marginalized communities, like black people! I'm so done with this!" Candice stormed out of the table and rushed to her bedroom.

"It's fine. She's just acting rebellious." Rebecca calmed Jack preemptively. She believed her daughter was just going through a phase. 'Good thing Johnny is much more obedient. Though, maybe he should become a bit more independent…'

As if catching on to what Rebecca was thinking, Jack probed their son. "Johnny, when will you bring a girl home? You're at that age, right? You should learn from me. I was quite popular in class. That's how I landed this beauty here!" He grabbed his wife's hand, flashing a smile.

Rebecca blushed at the unexpected and infrequent flattery. "Don't pressure him, darling. Johnny is my baby boy! I don't want another girl stealing him!"

Jack and Rebecca laughed with each other until Johnny suddenly spoke up. "W-well… Actually… There is this one girl I've been hanging out with…"

They both looked at him, surprised. "Really? You MUST bring her!"

"We want to meet her, darling!"

"Ok…! I'll let you guys know…! She's Candice's friend and…"

Their dinner continued on.

That night, Rebecca could not sleep. She kept thinking back to Candice's 'career'. 'Taking photos of yourself and posting them online…? There were so many people complimenting her looks… Some were a bit crude, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't get the appeal…'

Beside her, on the bed, Jack was already sleeping. 'I like how we flirted during dinner today, but Jack is always on a trip or working… If anything, I feel needier now… I used to get so much attention before… Now that I'm a housewife I barely leave the house, except to work out. I don't like getting ogled by guys at the gym, but… Maybe… If I could get just a bit of the recognition I used to as a young girl…'

Slowly, the gears in her brain turned.

She got up from the bed and began to research the subject.

'Both Johnny and Candice are already 18! Would it be so bad if I started a new life project…?'

"Hello everyone! It's everyone's favorite Gym Mommy! I'm just recording this reel to let you know that I'll be trying out the leggings from my newest sponsor during squats today! Make sure to check my stories out to see what they look like in action!" With a big smile, Rebecca finished recording.

Jack sighed, turning the page of his newspaper. "Shouldn't you stop smiling now?"

"Hm? What? Oh! I didn't even notice!" Two months had passed since Rebecca began her newest endeavor in life. The reception to her fitness and health Instagram page had been tremendous, skyrocketing in followers. "I'm just so happy! People love me!"

"What's so great about that? You really like getting praised by total strangers?"

"I'd rather get complimented by you, darling, but 100,000 strangers will do nicely too! Come on, take a picture with me here!" Before Jack could utter more grumpy words, she flashed a selfie with him and put it up. "#HousewifeLife, #Love! So good! I'm bringing so much positivity to the world!"

"Positivity…? Isn't that a little pretentious?" Jack scoffed, annoyed at the uninvited selfie. "Rebecca, that is a shallow world. And didn't you say most of your followers were male? Aren't you worried?"

"What would I be worried about?"

"You know… That they're just following you because of your appearance."

"Are you saying that I'm a super hot babe?"

"Hahaha, fine, I give up." Rebecca's upbeat energy was unbeatable.

She appreciated that he gave her the room to try out new things, but still wished he were a little more jealous. 'Well, it's fine. It's not like we're a young couple anymore…' Her eyes traveled to the words of praise in her newest video. 'And I can't deny that I worry a bit about being sexualized. A lot of these photos are a bit risqué, aren't they…? Well, I like getting noticed by men just as much as any woman! It's not like I'm going to do naked photos or porn! It makes me feel sexy.'

Before she left home to go to the gym, Rebecca ran into Candice. "Oh, honey! I feel like we barely see each other anymore! When are we going to collab? I'd love to do a training session with 'Blonde With An Attitude'!"

"Fuck off, hag." Candice looked at her from the corner of her eyes and walked out, entering her boyfriend's car. She went as far as flipping her mother off while the car drove away.

'Sh-she's getting a little too bold for my taste… Just because my page grew so much bigger than hers…' Rebecca felt guilty.

"Mom?"

"Hm? Oh, Johnny. Do you need something?"

"No, I was just going to the store. Are you okay…? You look down."

"Oh, it's no big deal, honey. I'm just worried about your sister. I think I may have hurt her feelings by going along with this new idea of mine…"

"You shouldn't mind it, mom. Candice has to get over it. You deserve the recognition you're getting."

"Really? You think so…?"

"I mean it, mom! You've been a great housewife and raised a family all while maintaining your beautiful looks! Of course you deserve it!"

Her son's words were so considerate that she blushed. Being appreciated by her fans was one thing, but by her own son was even better. "Thanks, honey! …D-do you want to go to the gym with me? I need someone to help take my photos… Oh, but you were already going to the store, right? Nevermind, I'll handle it myself."

"It's cool! I can go on the way back!"

Rebecca loved how her son was always so willing to help. 'I really did a great job with him. Such a nice boy!'

"Is it really okay, Candy? You look upset." Her boyfriend told her, lowering his pants in the car.

"Yeah, don't mind me. I'm just upset with my mom. She's such a grifter. Come on, let me give you that handjob." Candice grabbed his flaccid cock. It usually took a bit of effort to get him hard. She was still a virgin but gave regular handjobs to her boyfriend.

"You know, my parents won't be home tonight. Why don't you come on over…?"

"Hm… Maybe… I'll let you know…"

"Come on, Candy… Mnhgh…" He softly moaned as his penis grew erect. "I want to make you feel good too. Come over tonight. I'll make you feel like a slut and fuck you hard.

"Don't talk to me like that. I'm not a slut. And don't tell me what to do. That's not very feminist of you, Paul."

"S-sorry…"

'Nobody tells me what to do. I'm a strong, independent woman.' Candice hated this conversation. The truth was that she lacked interest in sex. 'I'm dating the most popular guy in college, and he's even got a big dick… Five inches is huge, right? I looked it up online! So why don't I feel like it…? What should I do…' She stroked him mechanically, looking away.

In truth, Candice already knew the problem. She had been debating how to best handle it. 'No way around it… I'll just have to make an announcement on my pages soon…'

She sighed. 'I'm totally a lesbian.'

"That's it…! Just a little more…" The man's body was spasming. Soon, he would ejaculate.

'Yeah, that's gotta be it. This guy is a total alpha, and I think I would like guys like him if I were straight, right? I mean, it's a super sexist way of thinking, but still… He even lasts long. What was this, two minutes? I always see girls saying that jerking off guys with big dicks is the best… Ah, this is so hard, all he thinks about is sex…'

As the man poured a thin load of semen, dirtying his clothes, Candice suffered with her thoughts.

She was not like other girls. 'How many women my age have the bravery to come out as queer? It takes guts! But still…'

Something did not feel right.

"Did you see, guys? Those leggings were amazing! I've never squatted better in my life!" Rebecca vlogged live while walking on the street. Her son followed closely behind. "What did you think, honey? Do you think these pants looked good while I was lifting?"

"Y-yeah. They were great!" Johnny looked away, flustered.

"Hey, if even my son thinks they looked great, that can only mean- Hey!" A mean-looking guy in a hoodie bumped into her by accident.

"Fuck off, white bitch. Look where you goin'." He insulted her and spat on the floor without stopping.

Rebecca waited until he was away to continue vlogging. "Wh-woah, guys, that was kind of scary! I feel like I almost got mugged by a thug! My life may have really been in danger, I don't know! Someone really needs to get these hooligans out of here!"

She kept going with the vlog for a little more, without noticing anything wrong, until she saw the first sign of trouble in the live chat.

'Just because he was black? Racist much?'

"Huh? Black? What are you talking about? I didn't even notice-"

'Black dude on hoodie = thug. Fucking blonde bimbos.'

'Rich white girl syndrome, big surprise! This is why we gotta eat the rich!'

'Wow, she met a black guy, so much danger.'

'Burgeoise racist, crazy!'

'Bet she's never seen a black person in her entire life.'

'#Racist #Canceled.'

'No wonder she has no workout vids with black people!'

Rebecca was caught completely off-guard. The comments came out of nowhere. She received a continuous barrage of aggressive, unrestrained insults, calling her out for being a racist, white woman. Rebecca had zero expectations that such a thing could even happen. It was such an innocent comment. Yet, now, all the fans who did nothing but commend her were vilifying her as a monster.

"I don't have anything against black guys! Seriously! I just got scared for a moment! I love black people! I-I've always stood against racism! Look at my history of pro-BLM posts! I don't even see color, you guys!"

Apparently, that was the worst thing she could have said. Her words were interpreted as insensitive and uncaring, ignoring the historical pains of black people and her role in promoting 'systemic racism', propagating the 'white patriarchy'. Seeing no stop to the flurry of aggravating comments, she ended the vlog, panicked.

Rebecca's hands and legs trembled to the point of nearly losing her balance while walking. Cold sweat traveled down her forehead.

'I-it's fine. This will all be over soon…'

Three days had passed since then. Rebecca had not made a single post since then, holed up in her house, scared for her life. Though she had never publicized her address, her gym was well-known. Because her 'moment' had gone viral, even traditional media had begun talking about her, and she received nothing but vile comments and threats.

Turning on the TV was impossible. Though she was only talked about during short, rare segments, she had the paranoid feeling that the world was persecuting her. Half of her sponsors had already cut contact, and she no longer received kind comments. Rebecca was on the verge of tears yet again, afraid that this hell would never end.

"Walk it off, Rebecca. This cancel culture mess is all the rage nowadays. Give it a month and you'll be more popular than ever. Maybe double down. Oh, just don't start getting political, for the love of God."

"N-no, I think I should make an apology video…"

"You do that, and you'll never live it down. Trust me." Jack showed no remorse, working on his computer. "Everyone apologizes, nobody is forgiven. You'll be fine if you just keep going."

"Yeah, mom, it's okay. They're totally unreasonable, you did nothing wrong." Her son also consoled her every day. "I was there and didn't even realize he was black either. He totally looked like a thug!"

Her family's support did little to staunch the flow of negative and paranoid feelings coming out of her heart, but it gave her strength. 'I-I just gotta hold on a bit… It'll be fine…'

For a moment, she felt confident enough to hang on, until…

"Oh, gosh, don't look over there, girls. It's just my racist bitch of a mom."

"Oh, wow, she's the one who humiliated that poor guy on the street? Your mom sucks, Candy."

"You're so lucky that everyone knows you're an intersectional feminist, or you might get canceled by proxy."

Tears rolled down Rebecca's eyes again as she saw Candice and her friends walk past the hallway.

Her daughter smirked. "She doesn't even notice it. My dad and mom have always been mega racist. She doesn't even have any black friends. I've been trying to tell them, but they don't care. Guess that's it for 'Gym Mommy'." With these parting words, the group left.

"That girl is getting way too nasty. I'll have a talk with her, Rebecca, don't worry."

"No… It's fine… I… I need to think…"

"Rebecca?" Jack was ignored. She got up and left for the bedroom.

Just like two months ago, her daughter's words sent her into an introspective spiral. Was there merit to Candice's claim?

Rebecca spent the night researching the concepts of systemic racism, BLM, white patriarchy, and many others…

By the time she went to bed, Rebecca was convinced that she had been racially insensitive and needed to make amends.

Coincidentally, if she made amends, everyone would love her again too!

She needed that feeling back desperately.

"Another child? Well, we have been talking about having a third one…" Jack was hesitant.

"Yes! Come on, darling, let's do it!"

"But… Adopting? Couldn't we just keep trying?"

She put a hand on his leg. "I'm already 40, and we did try a few months ago with no success, remember…?"

"Hm…"

"If we keep trying and fail, we'll be even older, and I want a child now. Plus, all the potential complications…" Rebecca did not really mean it. She was quite confident that she was as fertile as ever and the real problem was Jack's declining health due to his sedentary lifestyle. 'If I shift the blame to him, he will get defensive. It's better to take it on me.'

After some thought, Jack nodded. "You're right. There's enough space in this house for another child, and I think you deserve it. I know you love being a mother."

"Yes, I agree so much! And, you know, we have such a privileged life because of your hard work and success… It'll also be a great opportunity for us to foster an underprivileged child." She slid her hand closer to Jack's bulge.

Feeling her fingers inching closer, Jack had little to say. "That's true as well…"

'Just a little bit more…!' Rebecca leaned over and passionately kissed Jack's neck. She could tell from the way he breathed that her seduction techniques were as effective as ever.

Their sex life had been quite mundane for several years now. Jack had little time or interest to initiate, and Rebecca never found sex with him to be particularly better than simply masturbating. Adding to the problem, she had stopped pursuing action with him because of his growing erectile dysfunction problems. It often took too much effort from her to keep him hard for the full duration of sex. Not only did it consume her energy, but also her self-esteem.

That said, she never unlearned her vixen skills. Rebecca was a bombshell and she knew it. She was about to make a bold ask of her husband. Anyone who assumed she was just a dumb, blonde housewife was plain wrong. Rebecca was not an intellectual, but she had abundant emotional intelligence. Reading and persuading people was her strong suit.

Especially her husband, who had a blind spot for her beauty.

"You know, I've been having a really bad time lately, darling… But I'm so lucky to have you. You keep me safe, you know that? Mnhm…"

"That's good. I'll always keep you safe."

"Yeah…" She massaged his bulge. Tonight was a lucky night: Jack got hard easily. "…But this situation got me thinking… As a way to give back to the world, why don't we adopt a kid from a less privileged ethnicity…?"

"Huh…? Less privileged…? Like a black kid?"

"Maybe… I've just been thinking so much about the subject. I'm not a racist like they're trying to paint me as, but it would be a nice way for us to give back to society, you know?"

"Th-… That's a little much, isn't it…? Mnhgh!"

Rebecca squeezed his bulge gently and pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips. 'It's kind of sad that I can so easily push him down, but this makes it easier.' She brought her ample breasts close to his face and sweetly whispered. "Why not…? We get a new kid, like we've been wanting… We help someone from an underprivileged community… And I guess nobody gets to call any one of us racist either, not that it matters…"

Jack did not respond. Instead, he was focused on the pleasant feeling of having his bulge rubbing against Rebecca's pants. Once she gently buried his face under her soft bust, it was all over.

His hesitation faded away as the night continued. By the time she had Jack cumming inside her, he had folded.

She, too, was cumming with him. However, it had little to do with his sexual performance.

The real pleasure came from all the praise she would soon be receiving.

Rebecca's body shook just thinking about it.

In the end, Jack was more open-minded than even she had anticipated, leaving the adoption process to her. 'Perhaps I've become even sexier after two months of being a social media queen! I feel so young just thinking about it… I can't wait to post another picture!'

After doing some online research, the top results always led to the same place: The BNWO adoption agency. Or, in other words, the Black New World Opportunities adoption agency, which was focused on finding homes for underprivileged African-American kids. Rebecca believed herself to be doing a great favor to the world, and this gave her enormous confidence. She walked in with her chest high and approached the receptionist. She felt even better upon realizing that the young, white girl probably recognized her from social media, though she said nothing.

Rebecca explained her wish.

"That's such a great thing, Mrs. Parker! Let me tell you, we spend every day hoping that a woman like you walks in here. A beautiful, caring mother who comes from a family with an abundance of love and resources to care for an underprivileged young boy or girl… If only more people were as progressive and open as you!"

"Oh, it's okay, honey! It's nothing special, I've always loved helping others! I really want to make the world a better place, you know? I'm so excited to raise a new child, and it feels just right to do it this way! Oh, but can I make a request?"

"Hm? What is it?"

"I'd prefer to adopt a boy or girl who is already a little older… Like at least eight or nine." She paused and thought about it a little more, remembering how combative Candice was about having her 'online territory' stepped on. "Actually, it's better if it's a boy. Would that be possible?" She wanted to avoid going through the most annoying parts of being a mother again. 'It's fine to ask for at least this much, right? After all, I'm already doing such a great thing! I get at least this much leeway without having to feel guilty, right?'

"Of course! Most families overlook older children, so that's even better. And we mostly have boys here, so that's hardly a problem too."

"Oh, wonderful! I thought of that too!" Rebecca had not thought of that, but she soon revised history in her mind to boost her self-image. As someone who had always been enamored with self-love, her mind had developed several mechanisms of automatic self-glorification.

Throughout life, unlike the expected cliché, this behavior had been wonderful for her mental health. It allowed her to remain happy and deal with nearly every problem in stride, giving her the charisma and joy necessary to be a caring mother and wife. The ability to remain constantly upbeat kept her healthy.

However, with the past two months of online fame, things had changed. Unbeknownst to her and even her family, Rebecca had become chemically dependent on attention and praise. She could not fathom living a life without constant injections of ego boosting. It had turned pathological to the point where her mind could not accommodate any negative feelings. Her head had become an echo chamber of toxic positivity, requiring constant external validation to survive.

Rebecca filled all the necessary forms. "Wow! A week from now? That's amazingly fast! Don't I need my husband to come over too, or to meet the kids…?"

"Do you WANT to meet the kids? Otherwise, there is no need! We will be contacting you a week from now."

"Uhm… Well, if it's this easy, I don't really see a need… I just found it odd."

"Oh, I understand. You see, Mrs. Parker, the BNWO Agency has grown quite relevant in social and political terms. Last year, we had a great win in congress! They passed a new law that allows us to fast-track the adoption process for any families that we deemed safe to adopt. Because of that, you don't need to go through the hoops and loops that most families would."

"Really? Oh, my, you're going to make me blush! But we just barely met!"

"You may have just met me, but we all know about you here. We're nearly all young, white girls at the BNWO, and we love Gym Mommy!" The girl flashed a bright, happy smile.

Any doubts in Rebecca's mind collapsed instantly. If they knew her page, of course they liked her! "Thank you so much… Uhm…"

"Helena!"

"Thank you so much, Helena! I hope to change this kid's life."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll change yours too, Mrs. Parker. And your whole family's too."

Rebecca walked out of the place with a weird feeling.

'Was she smirking at the end there?'

Of course not. How could such a person smirk? It would imply malice, and that had to be impossible, since she loved Rebecca and Gym Mommy.

And so did everyone else at the BNWO Agency.

Impatient, she announced her new motherly adventure on Instagram.

A week had passed. Rebecca felt incredible. 'With only that announcement, my popularity rose again! There are still a lot of mean people, but I can see the tide turning… Soon enough, things will be back to normal!'

Jack felt conflicted about the act of taking in a black child. "I just wonder if it won't be a problem for him. I fear he may feel uncomfortable knowing we all have different skin colors…" Still, he expressed no desire to go back on the decision. Rebecca had him well-persuaded. "Well, I'll try to do my best as a role model for him."

Johnny, naturally, was uncomfortable. She constantly reassured him that he would not lose his spot as her dear son, but it was a natural emotion.

Candice was the one who surprised her the most. She was absolutely uneasy. "A-awesome… I-it's good that you're doing something like this, mom! M-maybe you'll finally quit being a r-raging racist…" Rebecca expected the most support from Candice, so it was definitely odd.

Today was the big day. The BNWO agency sent her a text announcing their new family member would be arriving soon. His name was Deshaun. Promptly, she tweeted and posted about it on Instagram, promising a selfie with her newest son as soon as possible. Seeing her fans reacting positively gave her a rush of energy. 'I'm so happy…! It's so good to feel loved by everyone again…!'

She paced around the house with jittery feet. Rebecca was so excited by all the likes and comments she would soon be getting.

The doorbell rang. Overeager, she ran and opened the door.

"Hello, Deshaun-" She froze and gasped.

In front of her, there was nothing but a big wall of brown muscles hidden beneath a white shirt. Her head slowly turned up, trying to find something resembling a face.

Indeed, she found it, and the face had lips that moved and spoke to her. "Hi, Mrs. Parker."

Eventually, she realized what she was looking at. It was a humongously tall and muscular black man with a deep voice and bald hair. He had to look down to meet her gaze, all while smoking some sort of blunt that looked like weed. Rebecca was so stunned that she did not even register this fact.

Deshaun waited for Rebecca to speak, but all she could do was look at him in shock.

"Mrs. Parker…?"

"Wh-wh-who a-a-are you…?" She was terrified. Whoever this man was, he could probably crush her head with a single squeeze of his hand.

"It's me, Deshaun. Your adopted son."

"H-huh…? D-Deshaun…?"

"Yes. From the BNWO Agency."

She must have remained paralyzed for an eternity. "H-how old are you…?"

"I'm nearly turning 19."

"I-is that so…?"

"Oh, sorry! They told me to give this to you." He pulled some papers from his backpack and handed them to her. "In case you had any questions."

She glanced over at the papers. There was no doubt about it. This man, who must have weighed 300 pounds or more of pure muscle, was her new son.

"Is something wrong…?"

"N-no, I… Uhm…"

Deshaun's expression changed to a sad one. "I understand. You're probably freaked out about my size, aren't you?"

"Huh…?"

"I'm a big, black guy, probably the biggest you've met in your life, since you live in a rich, all-white neighborhood. Even though you're a kind woman who just wanted to adopt and raise a young, black teenager, you got stuck with me. I've been in this situation before."

"Y-you have…?"

"Yeah. I get it. You're scared because you're not used to black men like me. I'm sure they'll understand. I've been returned before. We don't have to go through with this. I'll go back and tell them."

His last words struck a nerve in Rebecca's mind and reminded her of Instagram.

She had already made the adoption public, revealed his name, and even promised a selfie. Could she really back out now? 'What if I say there was a problem…?! Then I can go and get a different child…! N-no wait, but if this somehow leaks… W-wait, what if there are paparazzi?!' Her paranoia once more took the reins of her mind. 'What if they spread rumors about me at the agency?!'

Rebecca took a good look at the man's expression. Despite his massive size and scary face, his eyes were clearly sad. 'He's just a young man… I-I wanted a kid but… Maybe this isn't so bad…? I get to skip a lot of the more tiring parts of motherhood…'

"Mrs. Parker…?"

Taking a deep breath, she made her decision. "It's fine, Deshaun. Why don't you come on in?"

"Really?"

"Yes! I was just surprised by your size, I am sorry. I hope to be a great mother to you!"

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Parker!" He walked forward and embraced her with his enormous, hulking arms. She could feel her large, soft breasts flattening against his rock-hard six-pack abs.

His hug was so enthusiastic that his hands grabbed onto her ass. 'I-I'm sure it's just because his reach is so long…! He doesn't look like he has bad intentions…'

She also felt something else. A new, unexpected thing: A gigantic, steel-hard cylindrical object pressing against her exposed midriff.

She said nothing, enduring the hug with wide-open eyes. 'His bulge… IS HUGE!!'

Only now did Rebecca realize the massive son before her was a VERY manly man.

'This is without a doubt the most awkward moment of my life.' Rebecca fought every part of her body to avoid cringing. She was in the living room with her husband on one chair, and Deshaun beside her on the sofa. Johnny was on another chair as well, looking uneasy.

She had shown Deshaun to his room and then waited for Jack to get home. He was awfully confused.

"You must feel something is wrong, Mr. Parker." Deshaun took the lead.

"Forgive me, Deshaun, but yes. You're a full-fledged young man. I thought we were adopting a child. Also, you're an adult already, are you not? How is this an adoption?" Jack exposed his position.

Rebecca nearly intervened, but Deshaun spoke first again. "I understand. The BNWO agency actually focuses on fostering underprivileged African-Americans. Not necessarily is it always adoption of young kids. Uhm, this may be awkward, but I gave Mrs. Parker all the paperwork they asked me to give her. I think she consented to all of this…"

Rebecca gave Jack a sneaky embarrassed smile. 'I-I should have probably read better…'

"Well, Deshaun, to me it looks like we are allowing a random adult into our home. Why should I even trust you?"

"What you say makes sense to me, Mr. Parker. You're an all-white family, in a rich all-white neighborhood… To you, having a random black, thug-looking man like me just barging in…"

"Excuse me? Since when does race matter here? You think I'd be behaving differently if you were white?" He poked the wrong part of Jack's mind.

Rebecca considered helping, but something in her mind told her to wait and observe. She wanted to see how Deshaun would proceed.

He opened his mouth to speak and then stopped. 'What is he thinking…? It's like the gears in his mind are turning… No, not just that. He looks surprised. Did he expect a different response from Jack…? He still looks collected, though…' She then looked at Johnny. 'Nothing like Johnny… I don't think I've ever even seen him stand up for himself against us.'

"I'm so sorry."

"Huh?"

"I just said the first thing that came to mind because I was nervous, Mr. Parker."

Jack was caught off-guard by the unexpected submission. "Oh… Right."

"Let me put it a different way: I hope to earn your trust. I will never truly be a part of your family, I think, but I can tell it's a great one. You and Mrs. Parker have done a great job… I hope to make a meaningful contribution to this family too. You'll see I'm someone worth trusting. I'll do my best!"

"Uhm… Well…" Jack looked at Rebecca. It was hard for him to argue against someone who so openly offered himself. Jack was someone with a naturally controlling personality and a strong believer in the concept of meritocracy. Naturally, Deshaun's docility and desire to prove himself appeased him. "I guess… We'll see as time goes." This was his way of giving him a chance.

Rebecca watched everything with a curious eye, impressed by Deshaun's verbal skills. 'He disarmed Jack so skillfully… I think I've never seen that, other than when I do it.' Something inside her told her it was a red flag.

Next, he spoke to Johnny. "You too, Johnny. It must be extra awkward for you, since you were the only son until now. I'm not here to steal your mother from you, okay?" He looked at Rebecca and brought her in with a hand over her shoulders. "She's a really nice woman with a big heart. There's plenty to share." Flashing a big smile toward her, Rebecca consequently nodded, reinforcing his argument. Like before, she was befuddled by his robust muscles and large hand.

…And the large bulge plastered in his pants. 'Thank God his legs are crossed…! What would they think?!'

"I-it's cool, I'm not a kid anymore…"

"Sweet! I hope we can be really close friends!"

Rebecca carefully observed. 'Now he's trying to befriend Johnny… Why do I find this weird? Is he just trying to fit in?' She noted this as a second flag.

"Do you like-"

Suddenly, the entrance door opened.

"I'm home!" It was Candice. "Is the kid already here-" She entered the living room and dropped her bag, stupefied. "Wh-wh-who i-is this…?!'

"H-honey, this is Deshaun… Your new brother."

"I-I see… I guess it makes sense now, hahaha…" Candice sat on a chair beside her brother, with her legs crossed. Though she clearly tried to hide it, her hands were trembly, and her smile twisted. She clearly looked at him up and down, time and time again.

Now that the entire family had been introduced, Rebecca tried to keep a smooth atmosphere of conversation between them. Still, everyone felt way too awkward, except for Deshaun, who maintained an assertive conversational tone.

Eventually, he singled out Candice. "You know, Candice, I checked out your Instagram page. I think what you do is pretty cool."

"R-really?"

"Yeah, if society had more girls like you, we'd see so much more progress. You're a really important voice."

Candice blushed hard, looking down. "Y-y-you speak really well t-too…"

It was then that Rebecca noticed a third red flag: A very, very faint grin appeared on Deshaun's face. It was so brief and faint that one might assume it was her imagination, but she was confident in her perceptive skills. The next words that came out of his mouth also bolstered her observation.

"Hm? What do you mean…?" Though he sounded innocent, was there not a hint of malice in his words? Was she imagining the way he said it? Nobody else noticed it, though, just Rebecca.

"Y-y-y'know…! You speak v-very well for a guy w-who's black!" The instant the words escaped her mouth, Candice entered full panic mode. "N-not that black guys can't speak! Of course they can! Just like you! You're just like us, normal people! N-not that you're not normal! Of course you are! Black guys are basically human, like everyone else! N-no wait…!" Her face turned an intense shade of red. Candice choked in her own words.

She simply kept going, spouting uncontaminated gibberish. The moment her panic peaked, she took her bag and ran to her bedroom like a child.

Jack was flabbergasted. "That was new. Don't mind her, Deshaun. She's an innocent girl trying to act tough."

"It's okay. It must be hard for her." He flashed a kind smile to Rebecca and Jack. Then, he pulled something from his backpack: another blunt. Deshaun pulled a lighter and nearly lit it up but was promptly interrupted by Jack.

"Hey! What is that? Don't tell me you were about to smoke weed in this house!" He got so upset that a vein popped on his forehead.

"Oh! No, no, no, wait. I should have explained it first, I'm sorry. It's just that Mrs. Parker saw it earlier and said nothing, I thought the Agency had explained it to you…"

"A-ah… I was so… Excited to meet you that I didn't even realize it…" She had completely forgotten.

"I have a medical condition. This is not real weed, it's exclusive to my condition. I ingest the medication via the lungs. You see, I'm so… Big that oral intake wouldn't work, because of my fast metabolism, so it has to be this way. I would never bring actual marijuana into your house. It'd be so disrespectful!"

'He's too big…? He means he's too muscular, but didn't want to brag…? I feel like it's fake modesty…' She paid careful attention to every word that came out of his mouth while checking the paperwork. "Ah, it's true. It's right here, darling." Rebecca handed the papers over to Jack.

He glanced at it with his glasses. "Well, whatever the reason, not here. Only outside this house, or at open windows, got it?"

"Yes, Mr. Parker, I'm so sorry. I promise not to repeat this mistake." He put the objects back into the backpack.

From then on, it was smooth sailing. Jack was still grumpy about it but seemed to be accommodating himself to Deshaun. Candice was not present, and Johnny remained silent, passively and anxiously watching.

The person that should have been the most into it was Rebecca. Yet, she had become suspicious of Deshaun.

'The way he engaged each one of us individually… Wasn't it a little too systematic…? No… I must be imagining things… At least for now, I'll just maintain a bit of cynicism.'

"By the way, Mrs. Parker, didn't you have to take a selfie with me for your page?"

"Huh?"

"I saw it earlier. Sorry, I followed you without letting you know… Here, let's take one together!" He pulled out his cell phone and brought her in, grabbing her waist firmly. He smiled widely, while she did so nervously, taking note of his burly fingers on her exposed midriff. "It looks great! Just give me your number and I'll send it over to you."

She went ahead and put it up online. Within seconds, she received an unexpectedly positive reaction: Praises for how progressive she was… How beautiful she looked… How brave it was to foster a young, black man…

…And praises for how good they looked together. People begged for more photos of them together, and also working out, since Deshaun was incredibly handsome and strong. Very swiftly, he gained the nickname of Gym Sonny, pairing with her Gym Mommy persona. Without a doubt, the photo only got so much traction because of his physique and match-up with her.

The endorphins from the ample social recognition rushed into her brain. Deshaun helped her get that feeling. She felt chills of excitement all over her body.

Rebecca was both ecstatic and terrified.

This was the fourth red flag she needed to feel truly apprehensive.

She had to keep a very close eye on Deshaun to confirm her suspicions. The next few days would be decisive.

For now, though, she was too busy keeping a very close eye on her screen.

Gym Mommy was back and she loved it!

Candice was losing her shit in the bedroom. She curled up on the bed and did her best not to bawl her eyes out. 'How could I say something like that?! He totally thinks I'm racist! I'm not! I'm not racist! I just…! I've never seen a black guy speak so eloquently! I-it's not my fault if he went out of his way to talk like some white dude! I-if anything, he's the one with internalized racism! Why is he ashamed to speak like black men are supposed to?!'

Though she did her best to conceal it, Candice was an incredibly prejudiced person. 'It's not my fault! It isn't…! It's my parents…! Especially my father! He's such a racist…! Sexist…! Homophobic…! Fascist…! Nazi…!'

Whenever she met any minority, her brain automatically turned to slurs and thoughts of pity. Candice could not help instinctively thinking less of them, and that she had some duty to help, which led her to be constantly preoccupied with promoting social causes. It boosted her self-image and alleviated her feelings of self-hate at the same time.

Of all her prejudices, the greatest one was, by far, against black people. Because of her fear of accidentally spouting microaggressions, she avoided interacting with any on a live, 1-to-1 way. Exactly because of this fear, she was scared of having a black sibling like her mother suggested. She prayed to God that her mother changed her mind about the adoption, but she could not verbally ask for it. 'I would be such a hypocritical racist if I did that…! Fuck…! How will I deal with this now…?! It's just a matter of time until I say something too horrific…! And then everyone will know I'm a horrible person! I'll hurt so many innocent people who thought I was an ally…!'

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. "Hey, Candice, may I come in?"

It was a deep, manly voice.

Obviously, it was her new brother, Deshaun.

The poor, suffering, black man that she had just humiliated with her words. 'Oh, no…! He's going to call me out…! He'll say I'm a massive racist…! I deserve it…!' She was overcome with masochistic guilt.

Extremely nervous, she opened the door.

And then she froze.

"W-woah…" She failed to realize it before due to her extreme anxiety, but Deshaun was a tower of black muscles, forcing her to look up to meet his eyes. The extreme contrast shocked her.

"What is it? Never seen a black guy?"

"Y-yes! I mean, no!" She turned and ran back to her bed, sitting on it, holding back her panic.

"Can I sit beside you?"

"S-sure…"

"Is it okay if I close the door too?"

'W-wait, but that would mean I'd be alone with him in my bedroom… Th-this huge, black guy and me, a small, white girl…!'

"If you're not comfortable for some reason… I get that I'm a big, black dude. It must feel dangerous for you-"

"N-no! Go ahead and close it! I feel totally comfortable and safe with you! What would be wrong with that?! Hahaha!"

"Alright." Deshaun closed the door and sat beside her. Again, she was stunned and scared by their difference in size.

Preemptively, she spoke first. "Sorry about what I said in the living room! I love black guys!"

"Oh, really? You know a lot of black guys?"

"Y-yeah! I think they're awesome! You're all so manly, big, and strong! What's not to love?!"

"But I've never even seen a black guy in your Instagram photos."

"Th-that's because…"

"And isn't that just a stereotype either?"

"W-well…!" Candice's heart thumped in a frenzy. Again, she had gone ahead and said a horrible thing. Her heart ached due to guilt.

Then, Deshaun grabbed her tiny hand into his and squeezed it gently. "It's fine."

"…Huh?"

"I know you're nervous. You've never really had the chance of meeting a black guy up close, have you? You live in a rich neighborhood with just white people… Your college is all-white… And your parents are totally racist too. It's not your fault, right?"

Candice looked at him in a daze. "…What…? I mean…! Yeah! That's right!" His words were music to her ears. She could not believe he understood her so easily instead of judging her like she deserved.

"I'm really glad to have someone like you as my sister. If it were just your parents, I think I'd feel bad. But with you, Candice, I feel safe to be myself."

"Be yourself?"

"Yeah. I mean, I don't usually talk so elegantly like that, you know? That's white-guy talk. I just wanted to impress your parents. I tend to be a bit cruder with my words."

Candice gasped. "I knew it! Yeah! You felt forced to act like that in front of them! But when it's just us, you can be yourself, okay?! Th-think of me as a safe space! Or, rather, a safe person! With me you can be as black as you want!" The opportunity to help him alleviated her guilt.

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah! Hell, you can start being black right now!"

"I don't know, I feel like there is a bit of ingrained systemic racism in you too…" Deshaun looked away, disappointed.

"I-I don't! No, if I do…! Tell me how to compensate for it! You can educate me…! You're right, I don't have black friends, but you could help me with that! And I'll help you feel safe here…! I'll talk to my mom and dad…! Oh, and Johnny, but he's a pushover either way!"

He liked her words, smiling. "Wow, you really are a special girl, Candice. I can tell you really want to make a change in society and help disadvantaged folks like me."

She nodded frantically. This interaction was going wildly better than expected to her.

"Could you console me a bit, then? I feel a little down after that show in the living room. Or are you afraid of touching me for some reason…?"

Candice jumped at his words. "Not at all!" She hugged him tightly. Her immense breasts flattened against his hard chest. 'I knew it…! He's just an underprivileged guy who's a victim of this oppressive society! I must do my best to make his transition into my family easier.'

"Hm… Your tits feel amazing. How big are they?"

"H-heh…?" She pulled away and looked at him, caught off-guard by the vulgar words.

He tilted his head, confused by her reaction. "Did I say something weird?"

"N-no, it's just… You talked about my…"

"Didn't you say I was safe to be black with you? We are obsessed with big, white girl tits like yours."

Candice felt like an idiot. "Of course…! My bad! I'm just not used to it! I get it!" She breathed a sigh of relief. Deshaun was being so understanding with her. 'Even though he's a huge victim of our evil white culture, he's so understanding too!' She hugged him even harder.

During their embrace, Deshaun slid a hand onto her ass. "Damn, your ass is fucking fat, girl. Your mama's ass is bigger, but yours is one tight booty too. I love white girls with meaty curves like yours." He began to firmly knead her ass over her shorts.

She said nothing. 'I must be respectful and let him be himself.'

For over a minute, he groped Candice's rear while spouting compliments about the sexual nature of her body.

Candice was proud of her accepting nature. 'This is just how black guys are! They're hypermasculine, hypersexual males who can't control themselves! That's why our prison system is so unjust, but I'm a special, educated girl. I'll respect his differences and be understanding of his inability to hold himself back when there's a hot babe like me around. It must be so hard for him, but he can touch my body all he wants… I'll create a safe space for Deshaun to be himself!'

Eventually, he broke off their embrace. "Thanks for being such a conscious girl, Candice. I was worried you were a white girl like all the others."

She fawned over his compliment. 'It's okay, Deshaun. You can count on me!" He still had a firm hold of her ass. He continuously moved it around, kneading and squeezing her plump rear, but Candice showed no resistance. 'In fact, he's kind of good at this…! I wish my boyfriend was this good with his hands.' Accidentally, she even moaned a few times. "How do most white girls treat you?"

"They usually see me as nothing but a big pack of muscles. A lot of white women use me just for sex."

"R-really…? You've had sex with a lot of white women before…?"

"Yeah. All the time. I just can't bond with white women. They barely talk to me before trying to get into my pants… It's so difficult. I just want to make friends, you know? But then they start flirting with me, and I can't control myself either." He looked deep into Candice's eyes. "Especially because my favorite type of women are blonde, stacked bimbos. I end up fucking them so hard that they become desperate for me to screw them more. At that point, there's just nothing I can do but give in and breed the hell out of them…"

"W-wow… That must be so… Difficult." It was then that Candice realized she was feeling flustered. Her breathing was a bit heavy, and she felt her body heating up. 'H-he does look so big and strong… I can understand those white girls, but black men aren't made just for sex. Deshaun has feelings too.' To support him, she rested a hand on his leg. "I'm different, Deshaun. We can be just friends-" She stopped and gasped.

Her hand had touched something.

There was a weird bump on Deshaun's leg.

The instant Candice recognized what she was touching, she pulled her hand back and yelped.

It was a penis.

Not just any penis.

A MASSIVE, MONSTROUS penis. The bulge in his pants was thicker than her forearm and traveled all the way to his knee.

"Yeah… Just like that."

"H-huh?!"

"That's exactly the look that white girls give me. You're feeling self-conscious about my massive cock, aren't you? You're probably thinking about getting stuffed with it already."

"N-no, I… It's just…!"

"It's okay, Candice. You're just a normal white girl. There's nothing wrong with that."

"No!" In a rush, she brought her hand back and rested it on his bulge. With a twisted smile, she tried to compensate for her racist mistake. "I-I just got surprised because it was so big…"

"Really? You're not thinking of me in a sexual way?"

"Not at all…! It's okay. I see you as a complete person! Just because you have a big penis, that doesn't mean I'm going to think of you sexually! Black guys have big penises right? I know that much!"

"Cock."

"Huh?"

"Penis is a word white girls use only for small dicks. When you're talking about a big one like mine, you should use the word cock. It's a big, black cock. You can't just ignore racial differences, that's whitewashing."

"You're right…! It's a big, black cock! I don't mind it. Let's be friends despite you having a big, black cock! I don't see cock size!"

"That's also a bit racist, isn't it? You're ignoring racial differences again."

"Khh! I-I meant to say that I think big, black cocks are awesome and admire them, but I can be friends with you either way! Even if it is bigger than a white one!"

"Why don't you move your hand, then?"

"What?"

"You put your hand on my leg to be kind and console me, right? Shouldn't you move it, like you're rubbing my leg? Or is there a problem with the fact that I have a big, black cock?"

Desperate to fix her prejudiced error, Candice began to move her hand around the length of his cock. She considered moving a little to the left or right to massage his leg instead, but there was little room available, and it might be a racist act in and of itself!

'Black men are so different! Whenever I've supported my boyfriend after a tough time, I had no problems… His penis barely made it down to the thigh. It would be insensitive of me to treat him differently just because he's black and has a big cock, I get it! But if I do this… Isn't it kind of like I'm stroking him over his pants…?' Noticing this possibility, her breathing accelerated a little more. 'It feels oddly good, wow… N-no, it's because I'm being a kind, conscious, white girl! Fighting racism makes me feel good about myself, that's all! This isn't a handjob just because he was born black and has a big cock!'

She did her best to ignore the warm feeling growing between her legs.

"Sorry, Candice, I guess I've been demanding a lot from you, huh? I was just so on edge, wondering if I would be accepted by your parents or you. I was really worried that you'd inevitably turn into another cum dumpster for my sperm."

"What do you mean…?" She continued to trace the length of his shaft. 'Gosh, it's three or four times longer than my boyfriend's…! And thicker…! This is kind of fun, actually…'

"Like this, see?"

"Huh?" She had gotten distracted and lost context.

Deshaun had his cell phone in front of her. "I was worried that instead of befriending you, like I want, we would end up like this.'

She looked at the photo.

Immediately, she was paralyzed.

It was him having sex with a young, blonde girl. She was on all fours on a bed, supporting herself like her life depended on it to not fall forward. Behind her was Deshaun, ramming her pussy furiously. Her ass was covered in purple bruises, and there were dozens of condoms thrown around on the bed. Even though it was a still image, she could easily tell there was a brutal force in his thrusts.

His cock could not be seen because it was bottomed-out into the girl. 'Wait… What is that lump in her stomach…?! N-no way, is it…?!' In mental self-defense, to avoid acknowledging such an extreme fact, her eyes traveled to his body. 'Ripped…! Muscles on top of muscles on top of muscles…!' She looked at the present him and then back to the photo. 'That amazing body is behind his shirt…? No, what am I even thinking… I can see the outlines even over his shirt…!'

Then, her eyes became fixated on the woman's face.

She was overcome with pure ecstasy.

"Good thing you're not like her. You really do just want to be a good, white sister to me."

"Huh? What?"

"You kept consoling me even though the photo surprised you. Actually, you're consoling me really fast."

Candice looked at her hand. The entire time she was looking at the sex photo, her hand had been stroking Deshaun's bulge fast. Even now, she continued to do so. "Do… Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please continue. It feels good."

She blushed. Hearing him praise her handjob skills made her feel good.

'Wait…! What am I thinking…?! I-I'm not giving him a handjob…! But it feels really nice to touch it…! His cock is so healthy… Nothing like my boyfriend's…! Sh-shit, I can't blush…!"

"Yeah, you're a really nice girl, Candice. As a black man, I feel safe with you. I don't think you see me as just a big, black cock to stretch your pussy. You're not like most white girls, are you?"

"Y-yeah…! I'm not like them at all…! Eek!" She jerked forward in surprise due to Deshaun giving her ass an aggressive squeeze.

"Damn. Your ass is just so fucking thick, I can't help myself. Even now, I am thinking of fucking the shit out of you."

"…You want to… Fuck me…?"

"Oh, yeah. The instant I put my eyes on you, I wanted to throw you on the bed, choke you hard, and fill your womb with my cum while slapping you. Good thing you aren't a prejudiced, young, white girl who thinks of me solely as a walking cock. Thanks to your restraint, I know I won't lose control of myself and stretch your pussy so much that you can't walk straight for a day."

"Oh… I-I mean… Good thing…"

"By the way, are you okay?"

"Why do you ask…?"

"You haven't blinked in a while. Is there something funny on my face?"

Candice immediately overcompensated by blinking multiple times. 'What's wrong with me…?! Wh-why I am feeling so hot…! Or looking at him this way…! C-could it be that I want to have sex with him? But I thought I was a lesbian? I barely want it with my boyfriend, why would I see him this way?! Is it because his body is amazing?!'

"Ah, I have to tell you, Candice, these clothes suck."

"Huh? What? Mine?"

"No, mine. They're so tight, and they're already the biggest size available! You can tell they're made by white people. Those corporate assholes know that we black dudes are not skinny wimps, so they make them uncomfortably small to keep us down. I hate them! Back when I lived in the orphanage, guys didn't wear clothes, you know? But I get that I'm living with a white family now, so I don't get the freedom I need…"

"It's fine! You can take them off!" Candice paused after saying it. The happiness on her face while blurting out the words surprised even herself.

"Oh? Really?"

"A-at least when you're with me, I don't mind…! I wouldn't want you to feel oppressed…"

Deshaun accepted her offer and removed his shirt. Once Candice got a close look at his exposed upper body, she could not avoid opening her mouth and eyes wide. "Woah…" The sound of admiration slipped out of her lips.

The man's body was made of pure muscles. His shoulders were huge and well-defined; His chest was the same, hard as a rock; His back muscles might have been big enough to weigh more than Candice herself; And his six-pack abs were a juicy sight to behold. Candice found herself unwittingly drooling while looking at them. 'My boyfriend is the college's football captain, and he's nowhere this muscular…'

Then, Deshaun got up and began to lower his pants. Candice was surprised by this, assuming he only meant to take his upper clothes off. "Wait…!"

"Hm? What?"

She paused, realizing what she was about to interrupt. "Nothing. Go on." Candice wanted him to feel free to continue exposing his body.

However, this time, it was not because she wanted to be progressive and help him feel safe.

A more primitive part of her brain was behind the decision.

It was the same part that made her slide one hand to the inner area of her shorts and gently fondle herself.

With his pants down, the only thing in the way were his boxers. His cock was so massive that it nearly slipped out of one of the hemlines, but he used extra big boxers, keeping it still contained within. Naturally, the outline was far more visible, making Candice drool obscenely.

"Lower them for me."

"Huh?"

"My boxers."

"…But… Why…?"

"Because I'm telling you to." He commanded.

'He's TELLING me to…? That's the only reason…?'

Time slowed down for Candice. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking up while fondling her inner legs with one hand. Deshaun looked down at her with a stoic, commanding gaze. His ripped, bulky muscles added to his aura. Candice was naturally small before him, but she felt even tinier.

It felt wrong to disobey.

Candice did only what she wanted to.

But it felt wrong to disobey.

Nobody could give her orders. She was a strong, independent woman.

But it felt so wrong to disobey.

This man could easily lower his own boxers. This was not a matter of racism or progressivism.

But she wanted to obey.

Suddenly, something heavy weighed down on her head. It was Deshaun's hand. He looked at her even more intensely. Such a grip on her hair was certainly disrespectful and sexist, as if he owned her. Only a slutty, dependent woman would allow such a thing.

She really wanted to obey.

Drooling, Candice reached over with both hands. Without saying anything, she began to lower his boxers. As they slowly went down, her breathing accelerated along with her widening eyes.

She could see more of his shaft with each lowered inch. It was ridiculously thick and veiny. One vein, in particular, must have been girthier than her biggest finger and then some.

She was almost done. 'I can almost see all of it…! What does the head look like…?'

Before she could continue, Deshaun used his grip to bring her head close to it, stopping her face just short of touching his skin. Candice was so close that her breathing rubbed off on it.

Her heart was racing. It beat so hard that she was scared. Her eyes were bloodshot. From this distance, his cock looked even more amazing. She felt her hands and lips trembling. 'Does he want me to kiss it? Okay, then…' Her thoughts had become so muddy that Candice did not even consider questioning his demands or the situation. She began to reach out with her lips…

And then Deshaun moved her face back again. Naturally, she did not defy him at all.

Once more, she looked up. This time, Deshaun was smirking.

She did not understand what he was doing. He did not explain himself either, simply uttering. "Continue."

"Yes…"

Her eyes once more returned to the object of her obsession. Just an inch more and… "Ngh!" Something heavy smacked her face, making her flinch back. It also smeared her cheek and nose with a sticky, viscous substance.

Once her blurry vision fixed itself, she understood what it was: Deshaun's erect, monstrous, exposed cock.

It stared straight at her. 'It's covered in something so stenchy and mucous… No, it's not stenchy… It smells strong, but good…! And the little hole…! It's so big…!' Then, her eyes traveled to the appendage under his mammoth cock: his balls.

They were equally big, hanging low due to their excessive weight. Her gaze switched back and forth between them. 'I get it. The hole is big because he has so much sperm stored up. When it comes out… It must be a massive explosion!' Sweat ran down her face out of sheer excitement.

"What do you think of it?"

"It's incredible…"

"Do you feel uncomfortable by it?"

"…No…"

"Good." He pulled her head in close again. "Give it a kiss."

She looked up without moving her face. Looking at his ripped body from such a low angle and with his cock oppressively staring at her was breathtaking. Candice could not stop sniffing it. Again, she reached out with her lips.

This time, however, she was not pulled away. Her lips were tainted with the adhesive texture of his cock juices.

"You're such a good white girl, Candice. Actually, from now on, I'll call you Candy, got it?"

"Yeah, go ahead…" She looked at nothing but the captivating cock in front of her.

"And whenever I'm in your room, I'll be naked, got it?"

"Fine by me…"

"Awesome. I'm so glad to have a friend like you."

"…Friend…?"

"That's right." He pulled her head away and made her look at him. "You're not looking at me as just a piece of black meat to suck and fuck, right? We are just getting acquainted in a progressive way because you're such a progressive white girl."

Candice was in such awe that the words dragged out of her mouth. "Yeah, of course…"

"Great!" He let go of her and lied on the bed as if it were his, resting one arm behind his head. "Go to my backpack and get the joint and lighter in that pocket on the front."

Candice went ahead and did as ordered. "Here you go."

"Thanks." He lit it up and began to smoke.

"What is that?"

"It's just weed."

"Oh."

"You don't mind, right?"

"No, it's a black guy thing, right…?"

Deshaun chuckled and smirked at her. "Oh, yeah. You're so understanding, thank you, Candy."

"Should I open a window?"

"No. I like the smell. You'll get used to it too. By the way, I'm still upset about the whole thing. Go ahead and keep consoling me."

"What whole thing?" Her mind was so foggy and aroused that Candice lost track of how she even got to this situation. "Consoling…?"

"Yeah, keep stroking. Come on, don't be a dumb white bitch, Candy. Use that hand on my cock."

"Ah, right, of course." She got on the bed and rested her head on his log-thick quads, which were big and hard enough to feel like stone. She grabbed his shaft with one hand, unable to fully close her grip, and stroked him without asking questions.

The next few minutes were silent. Candice marveled at his manly cock, barely blinking. Seeing the way that it twitched with her hand movements made her silently gasp, surprised and happy. She was so engrossed that she could not look away or stop stroking it.

If not for her phone ringing, Candice would have remained hypnotized forever. "Hello?"

"Candy, hey! The text you shot me looked pretty serious! You wanna talk?" It was her boyfriend, Paul.

"Oh. No, it's okay. It's all good."

"Huh? Really?"

"Yep."

"Oh, thank God. I almost thought you were gonna break up with me or something!"

"I was going to tell you I am a lesbian."

"WHAT?! Y-you're a lesbian?!"

"It's fine."

"What do you mean?!"

"I was wrong." Candice hung up the phone without offering further explanations.

She rested her hand on Deshaun's cock and returned to stroking it.

"It's so beautiful…" She whispered under her breath.

Candice finally understood the fun of stroking a big, fat cock.

'I just had the wrong color.'

Johnny was having a rough night. He did not feel comfortable about the presence of a new man in the house. As childish as it was, he was afraid of losing his mom's attention. 'And he's a full-fledged adult too…' He truly desired to complain and ask his mother to send Deshaun back.

However, two things held him back. First, he did not want to disappoint her, who seemed happy about having her social media life returned to her thanks to Deshaun. Second, he had enough of a heart to feel bad about sending him back to a state of parentlessness.

There was a knock on his door. "Johnny? Can I come in?" It was a deep voice. It intimidated him.

"Yeah, come on in."

The tall, black man opened the door and entered. "Can I close the door?"

"Yeah."

He did so and sat on a chair beside Johnny. He was gaming and usually had a chair to the side for visitors.

Now that they were side-by-side, sitting on equally tall chairs, Johnny felt inadequate. Deshaun was so much bigger than him. Not just vertically, but also horizontally. 'H-how muscular can a guy be…? Sh-shit, I should start working out…'

"Is it okay if we take turns playing?"

"Huh? S-sure…"

Nothing special happened. For over an hour, they took turns playing the game. Deshaun was comically bad at it, and they both laughed at his misery. By comparison, Johnny was a God at the game, and Deshaun repeatedly praised him.

While playing, they casually talked about movies and games. Johnny began to feel at ease with the man. 'Maybe he's not so bad. I guess it must be tough for him too…'

"By the way, Johnny, is there any girl you like in your college class?" Deshaun radically shifted the conversation.

"Uhm… Well…"

"Come on, you can tell me. From man to man." Deshaun rested a hand on his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze as support.

Johnny felt inadequate again. Even his hands, which had nothing to do with muscle growth, were significantly bigger than his. "Th-there's this one girl…"

"Are you two dating already?"

"No, not yet… I-I wanted to bring her to meet my parents over dinner a couple of months ago, but… I don't know…"

"Does she like you?"

"Wh-who knows. M-maybe…"

"But you're too shy about asking her to come over because you get bullied a lot and are embarrassed about it, is that it?"

Johnny's jaw dropped. Somehow, having barely met him, Deshaun perfectly read him. "N-no, I'm not bullied or anything…!"

"I actually have a lot of experience with women, you know? I could help you out."

"What do you mean…?"

"Check this out." Deshaun pulled out his cell phone. "I'm only showing this to you because I like you a lot. I want us to be close as brothers." Once more, he rested a hand on Johnny's shoulder. "Don't tell your parents or sister."

Johnny froze for a second. Deshaun's gaze and voice were intense to the point of making his heart speed up. It felt like disagreeing was the wrong choice, for some reason. "O-of course…" Johnny hardly hid anything from his mother, but he could open an exception this one time.

He put the phone in front of him. It was the link to a porn channel on Pornhub. It contained dozens of videos of a black man having sex with hot, white girls. Both the man and women had their faces censored, though their bodies were abundantly visible.

Most girls were young blondes with stacked bodies, though other hair colors and ages were also present. There were even videos involving multiple women.

"W-wait… Is that…"

"That's me." Deshaun grinned at him while playing with the oversized bulge in his own pants. "I have my own source of income. Pretty cool, right?"

"Y-you have sex with girls and film them without telling them?!"

"Of course not. They all give consent at the start of the video. You think I'm a bad guy or something? Here, check it out." Deshaun picked a video with a blonde MILF and played the first few moments.

"Hello, everyone…! I'm a married woman with a stable job, one son, and a marriage of 20 years…! Today, without my husband knowing…! I'll get speared hard by the biggest cock I've ever seen…!" The woman's eyes were censored, but she drooled, with juices of arousal leaking from her pussy. "It's not the first time I let him fuck the shit out of me, but he said we can only keep going if he films it, so I had no choice! My pussy is too stretched out to get off with my husband's little thingy and… And I really need regular fat dicking to get by… I can't go on without it…!" The woman sounded like a desperate addict.

And then the video stopped.

"Pretty cool, right? Oh, sorry, did you want me to keep going?"

"N-no…!" The answer was yes, but Johnny thought it truly was best to stop there.

"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of! She was hot, wasn't she? I mean, your mom is way hotter and stacked, but still…"

Johnny could not stand for his mother being desecrated in any way. "H-hey…!"

"Sorry, sorry. Is it so bad to admit she's a beautiful mother, though? And she's caring and great too. I love Mrs. Parker."

Seeing him compliment her in a softer way calmed him down. "I guess…"

"Anyway, I know how to bring these white bitches in to get that dick wet. Let me help you bring her over for dinner."

"H-how…?"

"Regarding the girl, nothing special. What's her name?"

"Sarah."

"Sarah probably already likes you. You're a charming guy! All you gotta do is invite her over. Have you tried that?"

Johnny looked away, ashamed.

"Just tell her you want her to come over for dinner and that your mother would love to meet her. Even you know that much, but there's something else crushing your confidence." Deshaun again grabbed his shoulder, this time affectionately. "I'll solve that problem for you."

'He'll solve it for me…? Wait, is he talking about my bullies…? What will he do?'

"You don't need to do anything for me, by the way. I just want to be a good brother to you. I guess if you put in a good word with your dad and mom, that'd be nice, but don't feel forced to…

Johnny nodded. He was still unsure about the whole thing.

"Anyway, why don't we keep playing?"

"Yeah."

Deshaun put the cell phone by the desk near Johnny. He forgot the video open, playing on silent mode.

Throughout the next hour, Johnny's gaming skills collapsed substantially, to the point Deshaun was playing better than him.

His gaze was too focused on the blonde MILF getting absolutely brutalized. The way she squirted as her insides were rammed was mesmerizing.

What an accidental sabotage by Deshaun.

Johnny unintentionally compared the massive cock in the video with the bulge in Deshaun's pants. And then with the hard-on inside his own pants.

He felt inadequate yet again. This time, a lot more.

Rebecca headed for Johnny's room. She received a call from college a few minutes ago. 'Deshaun got into a nasty fight two days ago. Johnny must know more.'

She had no complaints about her new adopted son, but something still felt wrong. 'I've given this a lot of thought. It has nothing to do with ingrained racism or anything that stupid. It's my instincts as a mother…! Even if my Instagram is growing even faster now that I have taken selfies with him every now and then, I have to prioritize my family.'

Just a few days ago, Rebecca would spend her time doing nothing but thinking and fantasizing about her online presence. Even her family took second place to this obsession. However, somehow, Deshaun triggered something deep within her, changing her priorities. She felt unexplainably suspicious of him, and something told her that she had to stay attentive, or her family might be in danger.

Since Candice's room was on the way, she decided to probe her daughter first. Before knocking, she heard an unknown sound coming from inside. "Nhghn…!"

Rebecca knocked on the door. "Candy? Can I come in?"

"O-oh!" Candice sounded oddly flustered. "H-hang on…!" After several seconds, she spoke again. "Oookay, come on in, mom!"

Rebecca walked into the room and closed the door. "What is this smell…?"

"O-oh!" Candice rushed to open the window and sprayed a room aromatizer around. "Sorry. I've been exercising so much, it's just the sweat."

Indeed, Candice did seem sweaty. She was wearing little clothing, sporting just a small, thin top and panties. Her inner legs, in particular, seemed coated in sweat. Rebecca promptly noticed the bed sheets. "Well, I don't know what specifically you were doing, but not on the bed, now the sheets are stained." Rebecca picked up the cell phone that was on the bed, so she could remove the sheets and take them to wash. "Hey, were you really exercising? Your phone is burning."

"I-I was just listening to music in between sets of jumping jacks! On the bed! Gosh, mom, you're so annoying! Just give me that!" She stole the sheets and phone. "I'll take these to the washing machine myself, alright?!"

Realizing her motherly behavior was getting in the way of her goal, Rebecca eased up. "Fine, sorry, you're a big girl. I'll let you take care of your own room." Still, she could not avoid sniffing and sensing something weird. 'Is this really just sweat…? What a weird smell… And her face… I think my daughter is lying to me. But what could she have been doing by herself semi-nude? All I can think of is napping. Well, whatever.'

"What do you want, mom?" Candice barely looked at her, focusing on her cell phone screen. Rebecca had long since given up on fighting this, accepting it was just normal teenage behavior.

"I was just wondering how you feel about Deshaun."

"D-Deshaun?!" Her eyes opened wide and she stopped using the phone "Why?! Did he say something about me?!"

Her reaction impressed Rebecca. "No… I just wanted to check in with you. That first day you met him, you were a little uncomfortable, right? Despite that, I noticed he comes to visit you all the time, and usually stays here a lot. Is he being nice to you? It's okay if you don't feel safe with him, or like him very much…"

"No, I love him!"

"You love him?!"

"A-as a sister! D-Deshaun is great... I-in fact, I should probably apologize to you…"

"Huh? Apologize? For what?"

"For the way I've been treating you all this time… I was being rude. Deshaun helped me realize that. You've been doing your best as a white woman and all I've done is walk around calling you a racist. Sorry, mom."

Candice's apology stunned Rebecca. Not in a million years did she expect to see her unabashed, unstoppable daughter apologize so softly to her. Even the way she spoke seemed docile.

She HAD been doing her best as a white woman! If she was racist, it was just a bit, probably because of society's institutional prejudices!

Having her daughter recognize that and apologize was a great feeling. It made her feel thankful to Deshaun for helping improve her relationship with her daughter.

That was exactly what made it terrifying.

After leaving her daughter's bedroom, Johnny's was next. She knocked on the door. "Darling, can I come in?"

"Yeah, come in, mom!"

She found Johnny playing games, like normal. Compared with Candice's unusual docility, this brought her relief. "I just wanted to check in with you."

"About what? Everything is fine."

"Well, you know, you just gained a brother, and a pretty unexpected one at that. I could tell from the first time you two met that you were a bit not-comfy with him, so…"

"Oh, it's fine. Deshaun is great. I really like him, actually."

"You do?"

"Yeah. Why? Don't you?"

"N-no, I like him, of course! He's really kind, and even Jack is growing fond of him… I think he'll get him some sort of internship at his hedge fund or whatever, but… Hm… Well…"

"What is it, mom?" Johnny could tell something was wrong. He was very attuned to his mother's feelings. "Can I help?"

All she wanted was evidence that she was being paranoid or not about her instinctive suspicion of Deshaun. "I heard he got into a fight at college. A pretty bad one. Apparently, he broke the leg of one of your colleagues. It's pretty harsh and it could get him into trouble."

"Doesn't dad have enough pull to make that go away?!"

"Huh? W-well…" She was surprised by his instant desire to protect Deshaun. "Yes, but… Should we? Isn't that pretty severe?"

"Oh! It's because you don't know. Hm… Nghn… Actually…" Johnny struggled to admit something. Rebecca patiently waited while the blushing, young man built the courage to speak. "I-it was a guy that was bullying me…"

"Bullying you? You're bullied at college?! Why didn't you tell us?!"

"I-I didn't want to cause trouble for you." He sheepishly looked away.

'I guess Jack puts so much pressure on him that he didn't want to look weak…' Rebecca felt guilty. "Wait, but does this mean that you told this to Deshaun and he defended you by hurting your bully?"

Johnny nodded. "Not just that… H-he actually helped me to invite that girl over for dinner. She accepted and is coming in the next few days. I was going to tell you."

"What?!" Two months ago, Johnny had mentioned a girl he wanted to bring over for dinner, but it never happened. 'He's only been here a week and he got Johnny to open up like this to him?'

"That's why, mom, you and dad have to make this go away…! He was only protecting me! Deshaun's a good guy!"

"Right. Of course…" Rebecca got up and left in a daze.

'In a single week, he got Jack to soften up to him, pacified Candice into apologizing to me, and got passive Johnny to open up to him… Am I crazy? He easily seduced all three of them…'

Her phone vibrated. Her follower count had reached yet another benchmark thanks to last morning's selfie with Deshaun. Seeing the high number made her eyes sparkle. 'No… Not three.'

'Four.'

"Damn, Deborah, you're moving way too much stuff this time!" Jack helped carry the furniture from the truck and into Deborah's house. She was a 30-years-old woman who looked too young for her age. Jack could not keep from glancing at her perky breasts and generous childbearing hips, to the point of being noticed often. Her short, red hair and freckles added to her cute appearance. 'She's not as hot as my wife, but there's a charm to her…'

Deborah's husband was busy with work, and Jack had a day off, so he offered to help her carry the stuff in, as a good neighbor. In truth, Deborah and Jack were quite acquainted: She worked at his fund, and her husband was his lawyer. Every few months she changed all the furniture in her house, as a hobby, and he often helped. 'Women are weird. I'd hate doing this all the time.'

As he dropped down the last piece of furniture in the garage, he noticed Deborah glancing at him. The instant he met her eyes, she looked away. "G-good work." She said.

'She's into me. How should I handle this? I've never cheated, but… No, don't even think about it, Jack."

Deborah paid and waved goodbye to the men from the truck company who also helped to unload. "Alright, shall we have a fun afternoon of decorating?!"

"W-wait, wouldn't it be easier to just ask them to help put the furniture where you want it…?"

"Hell no! The fun is in doing it myself until I figure out the best location for everything! Remember the last time, three months ago? Wasn't that fun?!"

Jack did remember. The bedroom changed places three times before Deborah settled on a final decision. His lower back hurt horribly, and she still had to call for professional aid, since some pieces of furniture were just too heavy to carry. 'I don't want to go through that again… Plus, if it's just us… Something might happen, and that would be bad…' He could feel a small erection growing just from looking at the bit of sweat dripping down Deborah's back.

Then, he had a great idea. "I'll be right back!"

Jack was so lucky. He had just added a new member to his family who happened to be perfect for this.

Deshaun was found in the kitchen, making a protein powder. "Son! Would you help me out?"

"Mr. Parker? Sure, what is it?" Like the good-willed man he seemed to be, Deshaun dropped what he was doing immediately.

Initially, Jack had been a little harsh on Deshaun, but the man's willingness to submit to his parental authority had softened him up. "I need your help moving some furniture around for the neighbor. Don't take it the wrong way, but you're definitely going to make a big difference!"

"Of course. Who's this neighbor?"

"Her name's Deborah. Actually, this is a great opportunity for you too!"

"Really? Why is that?"

"She's the head of HR at my fund. Remember how you asked for help getting an internship or job there? It's gonna be hard without a degree, but if she likes you... Plus, her husband is a big friend of mine: He's our family's lawyer. It would be good of you to leave a nice impression on her."

His eyes opened wide once he absorbed the information. "Sounds like an important person for me to become really close to." Though he already seemed willing, it now looked like he truly wanted to help.

"That's the spirit!"

Jack appreciated Deshaun's desire to network. He had the smirk of a businessman!

"W-wow, Deshaun… You're amazing…" Within minutes of meeting his new son, Deborah had become fascinated with his muscles. "I had never met a guy so big and strong…"

"No problem. I had never met a girl so cute either." He lifted and carried an entire wardrobe all by himself, with Deborah following closely behind him.

Jack noticed an instant shift in attention. The moment Deshaun joined the fray, Deborah started talking less with him, and more to his son. 'I guess it's natural. She's as short as Rebecca, so his height is impressive.' That said, he was uncomfortable by how much she glanced at Deshaun while he carried the objects around. Jack had become completely secondary.

"Are you thirsty? Do you want me to bring over some water, Deshaun…?"

"Oh, it's fine. I'm actually a little hot, though. I'll take my shirt off."

"Oh, yes, please, go ahead…!"

Just as he said, he took out his sweat-stained shirt. Deshaun exposed his rock-hard, bulging, sweaty muscles.

"Wow, you're so sweaty…! Deshaun, your abs are incredible…!"

Instead of responding, he locked eyes with her, and they remained silent for several seconds, staring at each other. Jack felt like a third wheel. He wondered what was going on in Deborah's mind while she silently looked into Deshaun's eyes while breathing heavily.

Her eyes then traveled to Deshaun's lower body. Her eyes widened a little more and she began to drool. "…You… Sure you don't want that water…?"

Jack followed her line of sight to understand. It was then that he realized there was an enormous erection in his adoptive son's pants. 'What the hell is that?! Oh, God, no! I-I know black guys are supposed to be bigger and have an aggressiveness problem, but I expected Deshaun to have SOME self-control!' He panicked. This situation was bordering on sexual harassment. If this were happening at his hedge fund, heads would roll. 'Deborah must be feeling so uncomfortable right now! She just wants to get out of here!'

Before Deshaun could respond, Jack jumped in. "I want some water, Deborah." He sought to give her an excuse to leave them alone. Then, he would instruct Deshaun to control himself or leave.

"Huh? What? Oh, sure, whatever." Jack was surprised by Deborah's disinterested face and intonation. "What about you, Deshaun?" Looking at his son, her face and voice did a total 180.

"Maybe I do want some. But why don't we go get it together?"

"Oh…!" She took a deep breath and did not exhale for a while, pursing her lips, thinking hard about something. "Uhm… Jack! You should go home!"

Jack feared she had become too uncomfortable. "What? You want us to leave?"

"Not both of you! Just you! Leave me and Deshaun alone, okay?"

"Wh-…What?" He could not have expected a more different statement to come out of her mouth. "No, but… Isn't it better if I help too?"

"Are you kidding me?" She chuckled. "Look at Deshaun's size. He can handle it by himself. You should go and… Rest for work tomorrow! I'll see you at the office, okay?" She scooted him away like a dog. "Go, go, come on."

In the end, Jack was forced to leave, confused about what had just happened.

The last thing he saw was Deshaun leading Deborah into the house with a hand on her lower back.

During the last few seconds, it traveled down to her ass, which he firmly squeezed. He looked back and smirked at Jack.

Perhaps that was not the smirk of a businessman.

Hours had passed and Deshaun was still not back. Jack spent his afternoon doing unnecessary work on his notebook to calm down his frustration with what happened earlier. 'Are they still moving furniture around? I didn't expect Deshaun to be a pushover. I guess I should go rescue him…'

Before going, Jack looked out the window to see Deborah's house.

The shock was so great that he dropped the glass of whiskey on the floor.

There were two shadows behind a curtain. One was violently attacking the other, which was clearly on the verge of death, suffering tremendously.

That was his brain's first reading. Of course, in less than a second, a new, more refined reading happened.

There was an enormous man savagely fucking a woman who was on all fours. The man was a giant compared to her tiny body, which swung back and forth as the man's hips slammed recklessly against her wide ass. The woman's tongue was stuck out of her mouth, and her neck was disrespectfully grabbed from behind by the man fucking her. Every now and then, one of his hands descended on her ass or back, or grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, making her body arch enough for them to kiss. Such flexibility was certainly dangerous, but the shadow of the woman did not seem to care whatsoever, melting in the pleasure.

He wondered what her expression was at that moment. Just from their shadows, he could tell she must have been in ecstasy.

One second later, his brain reached a third, clearer reading.

'Deshaun is having sex with Deborah?!' Such a concept was virtually unthinkable to him. 'B-but… They just met and… Wasn't she hitting on me all the time?! And she must barely have experience interacting with black people! Wasn't she super uncomfortable around him just a few hours ago?! Wasn't she into ME?!'

He remembered the way that Deborah looked at the shirtless Deshaun. 'Wait, no… Was she… Turned on by his muscles? But… She's married…! She's my head of HR! Her husband is my lawyer! This is a mess!' Jack did not know what to think, but this was horrible and needed to stop.

Jack power-walked out of his house and toward Deborah's. 'She left her garage open? They barely moved the furniture! Does this mean… S-since I left…?!' With his heart racing, Jack snuck into the house. Now that he was close, sounds of their sex could be heard.

It was horrifying.

"Ooooooh ! Uuuuuungh ! Hooooooh ! Your cock's so fucking biiig ! I had no idea… ! Black cocks were this amazing… ! Fuuuuuuck ! Keep stretching my hole… ! Keep fucking the shit out of it… ! Nghhh !" A loud clapping sound interrupted her words often.

"Tell me what a filthy, cheating whore you are!"

With a more strained, raspy voice, Deborah responded. "I'm an absolute fucking slut ! I'm cheating on my husband of 10 years… ! With a young hunk… ! With a huge, black cock… ! Oooh, fuuuuuck ! We're not even using a condom… ! I'm cumming so much… ! You're amazing… ! Choke me… ! Ruin my womb a little more… !"

"If I keep going, you know your pussy won't ever feel anything from your husband's tiny dick, don't you?"

"I'll worry about that later ! Nghn ! Oh, fuck ! Oh ! Oh ! Yes ! Breed it ! Fuck it ! Nghoooooooooooh !" She stopped talking and began to gutturally howl. At the same time, the sounds of wet clapping became more intense.

Jack's legs were quaking. As he approached the bedroom, he could smell a disgustingly strong scent. Finally, he reached the doorway.

Very carefully, he peeked in…

And froze.

Sweat.

Cum.

Bruises.

Curled toes and fingers.

All those were somewhere on the scene his eyes perceived.

What really stuck in his mind, however, was her face.

He had never seen so much pleasure in a facial expression.

Jack lost the will to stop what was happening.

He snuck out, almost in a state of shock.

'I can't believe Deborah was always such a nympho…! That's the only explanation…!'

He was confident that other women were not like that.

Such as his wife and daughter.

Rebecca entered the house and headed straight to the bedroom to find her husband working on his laptop, unusually focused. "Darling!" She grabbed his shoulder to get his attention. "Darling!"

"Huh? Oh, Rebecca. What is it?"

"I-it's Deborah…! D-did you see? On her bedroom window, you can see through the curtains! She's cheating on Theo in plain sight! Look!" Rebecca realized the curtains to their own bedroom were shut. She opened them in a hurry and pointed. "Look!"

"I know."

Jack's response was cold and to the point. He did not even look her way.

"Wha-…? Since when is she cheating on Theo?"

"Since this afternoon, when Deshaun helped her move some furniture around."

"Wait, does that mean…?" Rebecca once more looked out the window. "Oh, my God!"

Just from the shadows, Rebecca discovered two things:

The sex they were having was brutally fierce and overwhelmingly pleasureful;

Sex can be brutally fierce and overwhelmingly pleasureful.

It took another two hours for Deshaun to get back home. He headed straight to his bedroom and did not come out. Rebecca intended to talk to him in the living room, but got tired of waiting for a chance. 'I will just go confront him in his own room, privately. That's for the best.'

Rebecca shielded her resolve. 'Deborah and Theo are close family friends and closely related to Jack's business. This is not acceptable. I will use this opportunity to probe Deshaun and confirm whether or not I am being paranoid regarding my instincts about him.' On the way to his bedroom, she still made sure to check her phone. 'Damn, people really want me to workout with him… I-I'm kind of scared of pairing up with someone so big, though…'

The door to Deshaun's room was slightly open. 'I wonder if I can see something that could give me a clue? If his guard is down…' She slowly slid the door open.

Just how many times could Rebecca gasp for Deshaun-related reasons?

She had no idea, but she added one more time to the list.

Deshaun was furiously stroking himself while watching porn on his computer. He masturbated so aggressively that the squelching sounds blocked off Rebecca's gasping, keeping her unnoticed, which allowed her to continue peeking…

…Peeking with her eyes wide and mouth open in a big O.

'It's huge…! No, it's gigantic…! I don't know what word to use! It's so fucking BIG!!' She single-mindedly focused on his hand's fast movements. 'It's like he's trying to choke the life out of it…! I can see it flattening and expanding as his hand goes…! It's so THICK! It's amazing! Incredible! I knew he had a big one from his bulge, but this is way beyond my imagination!' Unwittingly, she visually compared it with Jack's. 'I thought Jack was big, but he is tiny! At least compared to this man! And the veins too…! It's a monster! Deshaun is a monster…!'

He began to grunt. His eyes were concentrated on the porn playing on the screen. 'Why is he grunting?! Why is he beating it so hard?! C-can't he take it a bit easier…! Ah, he's shirtless too, how did I miss that?! Why are his muscles so tense?! Why, why, why? I don't understand this at all…! How can someone be so big in every sense of the word…!' As the squelching became louder, she realized something else. 'His penis is wet? Ah! Th-that's right! He was just having sex with Deborah…! Wait, didn't Jack say it was for hours?' The sight of the big shadow brutally fucking the smaller shadow on the curtains of Deborah's house flashed on her mind. 'H-he's this hard after fucking her that hard for that long?! That thing is no penis…! It's a cock…! A brute, monster cock!'

Rebecca was beyond confused. Nothing made sense. As someone who thought sex was a relatively boring activity, she could not understand such a wild discovery at this stage of her life. 'I've dated before, and I didn't marry a virgin…! I've even seen porn back in the day…! How can this be so out of the bounds of my knowledge?! It's impossible…! Then, does it mean sex with him is different? I thought Deborah must have secretly been a perv, but maybe it's him?! Maybe it's that huge thing that changes the women it touches?!'

Then, one more thing caught her eyes.

This one thing was scary. Terrifying.

It was the type of porn being watched.

Rebecca was certainly not acquainted with the wide variety of fetishes and types of porn that existed, but even she could understand certain archetypes with the bat of an eye, such as the fantasy of a big, burly man having sex with a stacked, blonde housewife.

A burly man who happened to be black.

Such was the porn that Deshaun was watching.

"No!" She inadvertently screamed while her legs rubbed together on their own.

Her scream was loud enough to catch Deshaun's attention. He turned around with a look of surprise.

And that was it. No rattling, no falling off the chair, no rushing to hide the porn or put on pants.

Even his reaction was out of this world in manliness and stoicism. It made Rebecca's heart beat even faster. She was confronted with an unknown phenomenon. The few times she caught Johnny or Jack doing such a thing, they were outright panicked and embarrassed.

Deshaun was a truly powerful man.

"Sorry, Mrs. Parker. I should have locked the door." Despite his words, there were no signs of fluster. "Did you want something?"

"Uhm…" She looked at his cock. It was glistening with precum, and Deshaun had yet to let go of it, which he would not, unless she asked. He continued to hold it, despite her glaring at it. Completely befuddled, she closed the door and walked in, sitting at the edge of the bed in front of him. "…I wanted to talk to you, Deshaun."

She changed her gaze from his cock to his eyes. They stared at each other intently. 'I don't know if he is doing this on purpose or not, but it feels like a test of willpower. If that is the case, I won't be intimidated by his cock just because it's enormous, meaty, and manly. As a woman, I can recognize how enticing it looks, especially with those engorged veins, but I will hold on.'

Then, without warning, he let go of it. Because of its abundant weight, the cock collapsed on his right leg, producing a loud smacking sound. It was strong enough to make her flinch on reflex.

"Sorry." He indifferently said.

'Wh-why did he do that? Then, is he not testing me at all?! Am I really being paranoid?' Without even realizing it, her gaze had followed the fall of his dick and was now earnestly focused on watching it resting against his thigh. 'By the way, his quads are really big, wow… Was he ramming Deborah with those legs? Wouldn't her body have broken in two? She's not even athletic… Maybe if it were me… I have a lot more muscle than your average woman, so maybe I could take the punishment if he wanted to dish it on me…'

"Mrs. Parker?"

"Huh? Oh, right, sorry." She cleared her mind and did her best to ignore the massive wall of sexy, handsome, black muscles in front of her. "Deshaun. Did you and Deborah do something?"

"Do something?"

"Yeah. Something… Unusual."

He furrowed his brows, crossed his arms, and thought about it. "No, I don't think so."

'He's underestimating me because I'm a blonde housewife. If he thinks I can't rein him in, he's very wrong.' Rebecca steeled her resolve. "You're feigning ignorance. You shouldn't lie to me. We're family."

Her statement seemed to offend and confuse him. "Lying? What are you talking about?"

His reaction was so realistic that now she was the one confused. Still, there was no room for doubt. "You had sex with her today, didn't you?"

"Oh, that. Yes."

"Well, that's what I'm referring to."

"It's not unusual for me." He declared bluntly.

"I… Do you have a lot of sexual experience…?"

Deshaun nodded.

"I see…" Involuntarily, she glanced at his throbbing cock. "…I can believe that…"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

Deshaun tilted his head. "Why can you believe that I have a lot of sexual experience?"

Rebecca panicked, not realizing she had said it out loud. She tried to sidestep the issue. "Deshaun, Deborah is a close friend and a married woman. She also plays a big role in Jack's hedge fund. Don't you understand how inadequate it was to have sex with her?"

"I understand, but she was the one who came onto me."

"Regardless! It's still not okay! That could cause all sorts of problems for us! You need to restrain yourself!"

"If it was really that bad of a thing, I guess I apologize, Mrs. Parker. Sorry." His face shifted into a light tinge of sadness.

Rebecca interpreted this as a win. In the end, she barely gathered any information. In fact, if anything, she had fought a tough mental battle to keep her sanity. She still could not tell whether her instincts about Deshaun were born of unjustified paranoia, or wise motherly instinct. 'Could he be playing me by acting sad? Does he even WANT to play me? And God, why is his cock so fucking big…! Shouldn't it have gone soft after this much time without touching it? Jack could never keep it up this long, what the hell?!'

She got up to leave. "As long as you understand, I guess it's fine, Deshaun. Please try to be conscious of the family's well-being next time, okay? There's nothing wrong with a healthy sex life, but not someone like Deborah. You must restrain yourself."

"I got it, Mrs. Parker. It was my bad."

Witnessing his submission for a second time, she smirked and-

"Wait, what is that?" There was a paper with curious words on Deshaun's desk. "A… Letter…? Rebecca Parker is a kind, charitable woman who has done nothing but treat me with the utmost respect, conscious of my race and the need to maintain an open mind about historical context and day-to-day reparations… What the internet did to her image is a disgrace… She understands my needs and fears as a black man in this oppressive society… The Parker family is wonderful… She deserves more…" Her eyes devoured the letter. It was a beautiful love letter about her person. Just reading all the nice words made her feel funny. "What is this…?"

"It's a letter I wrote to post on social media."

'He's going to post this online…? Oh, my God…! I… I want that!' Thinking of all the likes and positive comments, plus the boost to her image, made her mind go haywire. Rebecca grinned without noticing. 'Nobody will ever be able to call me a racist again…! Even the mean people still annoying me will have to give up!'

"I wasn't sure on whether reading it for a video or just posting it is better."

"Huh?" Time slowed down as her senses sharpened. His wording was of the utmost importance. "Was…?"

"I still haven't finished it. I gotta do another read, revise it, and see if I want to change anything… You know?"

Rebecca no longer desired to leave the room, sitting on the bed again. "I'm probably being too harsh on you, aren't I?" The gears in her mind shifted instantaneously.

However, she felt no shame for it. After all, had she not been unfair? Deshaun was just a poor, black man who had no parents until now. She came in here hammering him without trying to understand what made him tick. As a white mother who is conscious of social progress, she had to do better!

"I do think you were a little unfair."

Indeed, Rebecca had been so, so unfair, so now she wanted to do better. "Why don't you tell me how you feel about the whole thing, Deshaun? I want to understand you. I am always looking to be more educated, especially about my son."

"Thanks, Mrs. Parker, I appreciate it. The truth is, and you may not know this, black men have a lot more sexual energy. I don't blame you for not knowing this. There's very little education about this in most white schools."

"More sexual energy? Is it that much more than white men?"

"It's a LOT more than you can imagine." Deshaun started stroking himself again. His hand movement was slow, but the grip was just as hard as earlier, strangling his dick as it moved up and down.

Her eyes immediately traveled to his masturbation. "I see… It must be… Very difficult for you…"

"Yes. Masturbating just isn't enough. It's awful to feel pent-up all day long. And, in this house, it's especially difficult."

All this time, the monitor beside them continued to play porn involving blonde mothers getting fucked hard by black men. "Is it because… Of me…?"

"Yes."

She almost gasped from his cold, matter-of-factly statement. Her eyes went back and forth between the monitor, his intense stare, and his masturbation. "You're saying you're horny all the time… Because of me…?"

"That's right. I fucked Deborah because I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like my balls were going to burst, so I emptied them into her, but it still wasn't enough. Just looking at you every day is enough to make me desperate to nut."

"That's…"

"Do you get it? That big, fat, white ass of yours is a constant tease. You think my cock won't be thinking of it? I tried to deal with it by nutting my balls out into that white slut, but she's nothing like you, Mrs. Parker."

His vulgar language would have normally made her uncomfortable, but her body was heating up so much that she ignored it. "No, that's not good… You can't keep having sex with Deborah. If Theo found out, it would be bad."

"I'll have no choice but to keep looking for bitches to fuck raw. Is that going to be a problem?"

"Bitches…? Raw…?"

"I ain't using condoms." He pumped even faster. "They are all made to fit small, white dicks. Ain't no condom fitting on this cock, don't you think?"

"No, you're right, that would be impossible…" She brought her forearm forward and compared it with his shaft. "Incredible… But… If you got someone pregnant at this age…"

"It is what it is, Mrs. Parker. It's just the reality of being black in this unfair, racist society. Thankfully, white women love big, black cock, so I can deal with it by using them as pocket pussies."

"That's still not good enough…"

"Are you saying I should just suffer for being born black and having a high libido, unlike all the flimsy white men you've met your whole life? Isn't that unfair?"

"No, that would definitely be unfair… You can't be punished for being so well-endowed and masculine…" Rebecca had fallen into unabashedly admiring the appearance of his precum-covered cock.

"Then what?"

"You said that what's been making it hard for you to cope is me, because you really like blonde, mature women, right?"

"That's right."

"Then…" Rebecca bit her lips. 'It's fine… He's a poor, parentless, black man in a community of rich, white families. It's like helping a special needs kid! He needs special treatment!' She could not believe what was about to come out of her mouth. "…What if I… Helped you…?"

Deshaun raised his eyebrows and smirked. "How?"

"It'd be inappropriate for us to have sex but… If you're so into me, maybe I could keep happy with my hands… or mouth…?"

"Mouth and tits."

"What?"

"If you promise to give me regular titjob and blowjobs, I'll do my best to hold off from fucking around."

"Deal!" Rebecca extended her hand. Unbeknownst to her, she had a massive smile on her face. Her body was unconsciously enamored with the idea of sexually pleasing this huge man.

Instead of extending his hand, he met her hand with his cock.

She bit her lips, understanding easily, and grabbed the cock, shaking it up and down slightly. It was a deal.

"And you can start calling me mom. After all, we'll be a lot more intimate from now on…"

Rebecca licked her lips, smiling.

'Why is this happening…? I thought… He felt safe with me…! Shouldn't this be happening in my room? With me?!' Candice could not believe her eyes. She found it odd that Deshaun did not visit her that night for their nightly banter and consolation, so she came to check in on him, figuring something was wrong.

When she opened the door and peeked in, she saw a heartbreaking sight.

Her mother was on her knees, with no upper clothes, giving him a lecherous boobjob.

Candice had never seen her mother making such a nasty face. She had her mouth opened in a huge O, bobbing her head up and down on his girthy, wet glans while her tongue acted as carpet for his cock, supporting its underside. At the same time, she pressed her ample breasts against his shaft, flattening them against it like a sandwich.

With every few seconds, she stopped blowing him to cover his glans again with a long rope of sticky fluids. From the color, Candice could not deduce if it was semen, precum, or spit. 'It's probably all three. A true man like Deshaun can probably cum many times! That's how black guys are…! I've been looking up more about this stuff. He's an alpha, for sure! Most black men are! No, all! Fuck, why is my mom doing this?!'

Too dumbfounded to interrupt them, Candice simply stood out of view, watching in depressed silence.

And rubbing herself.

She had a hand down her shorts, with two fingers into her wet pussy. Masturbating was an unusual occurrence for Candice… Until she met Deshaun. Now she masturbated regularly, at least twice a day, and always to interracial porn.

Of course, just like she had promised Deshaun, she did not see him as a tool for sexual pleasure. Candice was not a racist, condescending, degrading, white whore like all those other girls. She wanted to be a true sister and friend to him, someone he could confide in an be himself. In this unjust and white-dominated society, he needed allies to feel safe with to be himself. She was that person.

That was why she could stroke him every night in a non-sexual, platonic way. He never even came, anyway, so it was no big deal! She was just doing her duty as a conscious, good, white woman, unlike all those racists who would escalate the situation into a hardcore, fulfilling sexual interaction in which they would have their holes stuffed by his hard, throbbing, monster cock. Just like in the porn videos, but that was also different. Doing porn in which you explore your body with alpha males is empowering. Completely different thing! Masturbating to them was okay too!

'If he wanted to be consoled by big titties, why didn't he ask me?! Could it be I did not make him feel safe enough? D-did I express some form of micro-racism? Fuck, I don't know…! My pussy's burning…! I'm close to…!' She had to bite her lips down hard to avoid making a sound. Getting caught now would obliterate her pride.

At the same time as her orgasm arrived, so did Deshaun's.

This, she watched with indignation and pleasure.

Deshaun's muscles tensed up ferociously. Somehow, they bulged to even bigger sizes, with his veins also becoming more swollen. From his extremely strained facial expression and contracted six-pack abs, it was clear that something strenuous was going on in his body.

Candice saw every detail of it. She was in such a horny focus that her visual senses were heightened.

His cock quaked, with its head pulsating enough to intermittently gain an extra inch of thickness. Very quickly, his urethra expanded as well, and then the cum began to shoot out.

Rebecca stopped blowing him and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. More than a dozen voluminous jets of sticky semen shot out, covering her entire face and tongue. His orgasm lasted for over a minute, with grunts accompanying each shot. Throughout all of it, Rebecca continued to pump his cock with her breasts.

During the entire thing, Candice came as well. Just seeing Deshaun's grunts and physical exertion were enough to keep her spasming for the same minute, to the point of her eyes going crossed every few seconds. Her shorts and panties felt damp, but she did not care. The volcano in her pants mattered much more.

However, there was one thing that robbed her focus on her orgasm and Deshaun's beautiful, dominating appearance.

The way he and her mother looked at each other.

She was not looking at his body or cock. Instead, she looked straight at his eyes while continuing to pump him, enduring his bursts of sperm.

Equally, he did not look at her body or even close his eyes in grueling pleasure. Deshaun's eyes were locked with Rebecca's.

That's how a bull and his white slut would look at each other. They were lovestruck eyes.

Candice pulled her phone out and took a picture of it. After that, she could no longer take it. She ran out and hid in her room while Rebecca began pumping again.

'I can't believe this! My mom is SUCH A RACIST! That's exactly the sort of objectification Deshaun doesn't want…! He's supposed to feel safe in this family, but she's such a racist, white whore for black cock that she seduced him into this AWFUL situation…! He came SO MUCH on her! She's using him for sexual pleasure and to cheat on dad! I always knew she was a vicious racist! Why?! Why is he doing that with her?! If he'd held back…! Maybe I could have helped him in some way…! No, it's not his fault, he's just a victim…! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!!'

Candice cried for a long time, with her head buried in her pillow.

She also masturbated for even longer.

Her muffled moans echoed in the room.

"Mmnhghoooooooh !!!"

Chapter 2: Strengthening Bons

Chapter Text

"I don't understand...! Rebecca, it sounds like you barely admonished him!" Jack was incredulous at how lightly his wife treated the situation. "When we talked earlier today, you were livid that he had sex with YOUR friend! She's head of HR at MY fund! Her husband is OUR family lawyer AND friend! If it gets out…!"

"Come on, Jack, I'm tired of talking about it already!"

"But did you or didn't you tell him that he can't do something like that?! You're not giving me a clear answer!"

Tired of her husband's complaining, she looked at him with a serious expression. "I told him to focus his physical needs on other women. That's enough."

"What kind of answer is that?!" He grew even more frustrated. "Are you trying to get us in trouble? The guy can't just go fucking anyone he wants! What if he gets a girl pregnant?! Is that how we raise our children now? Shouldn't you have been firmer with him, since it was your idea to adopt him in the first place?!"

"Jack, he's not a dog! I'm treating him like a human!"

"Like a human?! You're giving him special treatment!"

"I'm not giving him special treatment! I'm giving him treatment that is adequately suited to his societal experiences as a black man! You don't understand what he goes through, so it's easy for you to say he should just control himself! That's racist, Jack! It's not that easy! You can't just assume he's like you, a white male!"

"Wh-what?! What kinda woke bullshit is that?!"

"Jack." She paused. "Try to understand. Deshaun is a very masculine man. He's tall, muscular, and has a huge penis. I know you try not to look at it, but you know it's true. We've all seen the bulge. His balls, too, are massive. With that much testosterone, the guy NEEDS sex. He was horny and Deborah found him handsome. What was he supposed to? Not fuck her? You expect him to just hold himself back when there's a sexy, mature woman sexually yearning for him? Come on, wake up! You're being unreasonable!"

"Unreasonable?! He fucked DEBORAH!"

"I already told you: So WHAT?! Aren't you too invested in Deborah anyway?! What is this, are you crushing on her or something?!"

"N-n-no, o-of course not…!" Jack was dumbfounded. Since when did his wife so easily forgive such indiscretions? She barely accepted the reality that her Johnny watched porn sometimes! "How do you even know that for sure?!"

"Know what?"

"That his balls are big or anything! I mean… There's a bulge, but…"

"I saw them."

"Wh-what?"

"I saw them. He showed me his penis." She said it casually, as if it were a perfectly normal thing.

"Y-you saw another man's genitalia?!"

"No, Jack. I saw my SON's genitalia. Just like I sometimes see Johnny's when he forgets to lock the bathroom door." She paused, realizing he was frustrated. "Look, I get it. It's a tough adaptation. Like I said, try to understand. We have to do our best to adapt to his needs. Deshaun is also trying to adapt and will do his best to not fuck every cute white girl he meets, okay? He promised me. I'm doing my best to help him."

"Help him…? How…?"

He had to wait a few seconds for a response.

"Why are you asking so many questions? Hey, let's have some fun…" She slithered over to him, rubbing his small bulge. "Let me jerk you off tonight, babe…"

Very quickly, Jack caved. "S-sure…" In his mind, he concluded it was easier to just leave it to Rebecca, trusting her.

After lowering his pants, she looked at his penis for a long time. "I guess it's not getting hard tonight? It's okay, babe, I don't mind it. You're just tired-"

"What do you mean? I am hard." He grabbed his dick and gently squeezed it to prove his point. "See?"

For whatever reason, this action made Rebecca open her mouth in shock. "H-hahaha…! O-of course it's hard! I knew that…! I could tell from the size…! Let me just give you a tug then…"

A couple of minutes later, she was once more surprised; This time, by how fast he ejaculated.

Jack did not understand. As far as he saw it, nothing out of the ordinary occurred.

What could be on her mind?

Candice was still masturbating, though her tears had subsided. 'I should stop soon… I need to sleep… I'll get bags under my eyes if I sleep any later than this…' For the fifth time, she thought the same thing.

It still did not stop her from fingerbanging herself into another orgasm. And another… And another…

With just this act, she got her skin coated in a thin layer of sweat. 'Ah, fuck… Mom caught me ruining these sheets… Now I'll have to wash them again, or she'll notice I've been rubbing off in my bedroom…'

By accidentally thinking of her mom, Candice's eyes filled with tears again. 'Fuck…! That bitch! Racist hag…! How could she commodify Deshaun like that?! Looking at him with all that lust…! Blowing him like he's some sort of sex toy…! He just wants to be seen as a human! Not a walking, muscular, juicy cock! I hate her…! How could she do that…! Nghhhh… !'

As her hateful thoughts spiraled out of control, Candice's hips bucked irregularly in yet another orgasm. 'Ah… Fuck… So wet… I didn't even know my vagina could burn this much… Seeing her blow him was hot…! I mean, no! No, it wasn't! It was vile and racist! I'm nothing like that! O-or I try not to be…!'

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Candy? It's me. Let me in." It was Deshaun.

Candice panicked. 'Oh, no! He'll walk in and see that I've been masturbating…! If he thinks I'm rubbing off to him…! He'll think I'm a racist white bitch too! I need to-'

The door opened. "You forgot it open this time." While entering, he nonchalantly gazed at her naked body and the stained sheets, locking the door behind him. "You wanted me to catch you naked?"

"No! Of course not…! I-I didn't know you would come tonight…!"

"Why not? Don't I come every night?" Deshaun removed his clothes as he spoke.

Candice realized she accidentally cornered herself. 'I can't tell him I spied on him and mom… Shit… What do I do…?'

Deshaun stood in front of her at the edge of the bed. "Don't bother. I know the truth."

"N-no, I… Uhm…" She tried to come up with an excuse but was distracted. He was excessively close to her.

Deshaun's cock was so heavy that it could barely stand up straight. Gravity worked against it, often making it hang low even when hard.

If he stepped forward just a bit, it would touch her private parts, possibly penetrating and removing her virginity. The scenario was so abrupt and surreal that she froze, considering it. 'Could I have my first time to a BBC…?'

"You wanted me to catch you naked, didn't you?"

"H-huh? No, I swear that isn't true…!"

He grabbed her legs, gently kneading her fat thighs. "Then why did you spread these just now?"

She looked toward her lower body on the bed. Unbeknownst to her, Candice had spread her legs, as if inviting Deshaun in. "N-no, I didn't…! U-uhm…!"

He raised his cock and moved forward, letting go of it right above her pussy lips, resting on her crotch. "You wanted me to do that, but without raising my cock, didn't you? If I did that, it would enter your slutty white pussy."

"Y-you're wrong…! I-I really didn't…!" Candice drooled without realizing it.

Deshaun climbed on the bed and supported himself with his fists beside her head, bringing his face close to hers. "Really? Then why did I find you alone in your bed, masturbating like some bimbo blonde slut without locking the door? I come every night to get consolation from you. You knew I'd come."

"I just forgot…!" Despite her best attempts, Candice failed to control her eyes. They traveled all over the place, indulging in the sight of his muscular chest, bulging abs, imponent shoulders, strong jawline…

…And that huge monster resting on her crotch. His cock was so, so heavy. If she just moved her hips back a bit and then forward again, she could have sex with it…! Would he fuck her right in that exact position? From that angle, with those muscles, it'd be like…

"…Getting fucked by a gorilla…"

"…Excuse me…?"

"Huh?"

"What did you just say?"

"N-nothing!" Her eyes shot open. 'I SAID IT OUT LOUD?!' In an absolute panic over her most racist remark yet, Candice tried to flee the situation. She was ready to run out of the house naked without thinking of the consequences. Anything was better than enduring a judgemental gaze that implied she was a racist. Especially if it came from Deshaun. For whatever reason, she particularly valued his opinion.

Her attempt to flee was short-lived, however. "Guh?!" She was immediately pinned down by Deshaun's hand on her neck.

"I already told you that it's not your fault for being a little bit racist, didn't I? So why run away? Are you afraid of me or something? Just because I'm a naked, big black guy on top of your white, slutty, bimbo body?" He raised his cock and let it freefall on her crotch. It was heavy enough to make a substantial clapping sound. "What? Are you afraid I'll shove this up into your pussy and make you lose your shit cumming?"

Sensing that she had calmed down and would not run away, he softened his grip on her neck. "S-sorry… I-I just said something really bad…! Sorry…! Sorry…!"

"That's fine, Candy. It's all your parents' fault, isn't it? How are you supposed to be TOTALLY racism-free when growing into this rich white neighborhood? I know you're trying your best to be conscious. We're friends, so I forgive you."

Candice was nearly in tears, thankful for Deshaun's compassion. 'He's such a kind man. Even after a tough life and all the prejudice he suffers around us white people, he's still only squeezing my neck a little bit...! So generous…!'

He brought his face close to hers again. "Still, you shouldn't lie to me. Or do you think I'm stupid just because I'm a black dude? You left the door open because you expected me to find you naked and then rape you, right? Like all white girls, you actually want to get railed by black men because you're a size queen from birth, right?"

"No…! I really didn't think you'd come tonight…!"

Deshaun tightened his grip on her neck slightly. "I can't believe you're lying to me like that, Candy. Aren't you my ally? In this house, I thought you were the one I could count on the most. You've even been devoted enough to let me use this room as a safe space to be myself and smoke weed while you masturbate my cock. Why lie now?"

"W-wait, masturbate…?!"

"What, did you go stupid or something?"

"Y-you said I was consoling you…! N-not masturbating…!"

He reacted to her comment by giving her face a light slap, drawing a yelp from her. "Dumb bitch, didn't you say I could be myself in this room? What do you think a black dude like me wants with a white bimbo like you? Of course it's masturbation. There's nothing wrong with me wanting that from you."

Instead of reacting to the slap, Candice only cared about his words. The slap was perfectly reasonable in her mind. After all, she made an unreasonable remark about his race, and black people were naturally violent. "But you said you wanted to form a true friendship with white women… A non-sexual one…!"

"It only goes one way, idiot. Of course it's okay for me to see you purely in a sexual way; I'm a black guy with a big fucking cock. How else do you think I see you?"

"A-as a friend and a sister…?"

He slapped her again. "No. As a tight, walking pussy that I want to fuck the living shit of, especially when I walk in here and you already did me the favor of getting yourself lubed up. Just admit you were rubbing yourself off because you're a BBC slut. In your mind, you were thinking of getting bred by me, weren't you? Don't be a fucking bitch and just say it! If you want me to fuck you like a sex doll, just say it!"

"No!" In a rare moment of anger, Candice burst out. "That's not what happened…!"

Deshaun was so surprised by her sudden gutsiness that he let go of her neck and observed with a calm expression.

Now free, she scooted away from him, though still sitting on the bed. Candice's heart raged against her chest. If he had insisted just a bit more, she might have lost all moral compass and surrendered to her racist tendencies: Begging to get fucked silly by him like a braindead white whore.

Thankfully, Candice was more conscious than that. "Sorry, Deshaun… I… I didn't mean to scream at you. Just because I'm white, that doesn't mean I get to raise my voice at you. I need to be respectful of your innate violent tendencies…" She was so high on her incredible capacity to hold off on one racist urge that her brain ignored her words. "…But I had to stop you. Remember what you told me when you came into my room the first time?"

"…What did I tell you?" Deshaun had no idea what she was saying.

"Sometimes you lose control of yourself because you love fucking white girls so much." She crawled over to him and rested a hand on his cock. "Because you have such a sexually dominant tool, restraint can be tough. If I didn't fight back, you would have fucked me hard, no doubt, but… Then we'd lose the beautiful bond we have formed as friends, right?" Candice gave him a bright smile. "You can always count on me to protect you from your worst tendencies as a black man! With me, you're safe from your urges, okay?" She started to stroke him as always, gently and continuously.

Candice expected a very thankful reaction from Deshaun. She had just saved him, after all.

Instead, the man looked at her with a mix of disdain and disinterest. "You know that I come here every night and you were masturbating when I got here, with an unlocked door. Why?" He bluntly repeated the same question.

'Shit!' She hoped he would have dropped it by now. 'At first, I didn't think he'd come because he was busy with my mother… But then I also forgot because I got distracted rubbing myself…!' Admitting such a thing would mean walking back all the progress she'd made in remedying her racism and being Deshaun's friend and ally.

Left with no choice, Candice decided to nuke her mother. "…I saw you and mom."

Deshaun raised his eyebrows. "Oh…?" He reached out to his pants on the floor and pulled his joint, lighting it up to smoke. "What did you see…?"

She lowered her head in sadness, though still giving Deshaun the handjob he needed and deserved. "My mom harassing you… She was giving you a titjob and blowjob… I always knew my mom was a raging racist, but to this extent…" Her heart was filled with emotion. "She adopted and brought you into this family! Her job was to protect you, Deshaun, but she did exactly what you prayed she wouldn't! She saw you as a muscular hunk with a huge cock made to breed! I'm so sorry that she used you like that…! I could tell that you were cumming a lot and feeling a ton of pleasure, but she still had no right to objectify you like that! It's awful…! My mom is the worst…!"

"Hm… Did you tell anyone?"

"No… I took a photo, but didn't tell anyone… I don't even know why I did it… I almost cried when I saw it… I considered stepping in, but… Fuck, I'm such a coward…! I'm sorry, Deshaun! I'll make her apologize to you…! No black man should be seen as a sex object like that! You're a real person, with real feelings, just like us normal people!"

He took his time smoking the blunt, thinking about what to say. After calmly blowing smoke, he turned to her. "Yeah. It was tough. You thought I wouldn't come tonight because your mom would have emptied my balls with her huge tits, is that it?"

"That's right. I figured you'd be too… 'finished' to come see me…" Candice looked down, twiddling her thumbs. "I hate her…! How could she…!" A torrent of emotions flooded into her mind every time she thought about her mother servicing Deshaun.

As a good friend, she desperately wanted to be the one exclusively servicing Deshaun for his safety and self-control, even if without ejaculation to keep their relationship platonic.

Then, unexpectedly, Deshaun brought her in for a compassionate hug, squeezing her soft breasts against his hard chest. "Candy, thank you. You're such a good person. It was really hard for me, but you know how I am… When I see a sexy piece of white meat, I can't control myself. When your mother offered to milk my cock, what could I do? I can't just say no to tight, white bitches like your mother and you…"

"G-good thing I'm different from other white girls!" The insult went right over her head. To Candice, Deshaun's words were perfectly reasonable, considering he was a black male.

"Yeah, you are." He backed away from the hug. "When I came in here, I was all rattled-up by your mom's tits. They were really great, you know? So soft, and my tip kept hitting her chin whenever she failed to suck me in. It's been a while since I got such a sloppy blowjob. Rebecca knows just how to please big black cocks. I could tell from the moment I saw her that she is a total BBC whore, but I still hoped for the best… I came a bunch of times into her mouth, but I'm still super pent-up. If you hadn't stopped me…"

His last few words made Candice spontaneously pant. "Wh-what would you have done…?"

"…I would have destroyed your pussy all night, for sure. Probably woulda broken the bed too. You're so nice and different from other girls, Candy… It just makes me want to breed you more, you know? Really fill up that white womb of yours with my black cum…"

Unintentionally, she stroked him harder, biting her lips. "Y-you'd have bred me…? L-like… To give me a baby…?"

"Oh, yeah, for sure. If you're not on the pill, you'd be pregnant by tomorrow morning, for sure. No way around it. I don't hold back when it comes to pounding white sluts." He glanced at her wet slit. "Look at it. It's practically calling me. Fucking the brains out of stupid white whores is the best. Oh, sorry if I'm being a bit mean with my words."

"N-no, it's just how black guys are… I can feel your cock throbbing. Wow… Y-you really… Want to do me… Wh-white girls are your thing, aren't they…?"

"Well, it's not just that."

"Huh…?"

"You're also special to me, aren't you, Candy? It makes me want to blast you even harder than other girls." He gave her an honest smile. "Thank God you're so different from other white women and aren't obsessed with getting fucked silly!"

"A-ah… Y-yeah… I-I'm different…" She returned him an uncertain, aroused smile. 'G-good thing I stopped him… I-I wouldn't want to be a racist white girl who sees black men as things just for sexual pleasure… If I were one of those evil females… I-I'd be… Right now…' Her pussy lips contracted with the thought, making her shiver. She eyed his body up and down. 'This massive stud would be smashing me against the bed…!'

"But, you know, you're still hiding one thing from me."

"What are you talking about?"

"What were you masturbating to?" Bluntly, he brought the question back to the fray.

Candice looked to the side, still stroking him, unwilling to admit the truth…

…Until he suddenly affectionately held her hand. "It's okay, Candy. I'll feel a lot more comfortable with you if you tell me the truth. Unless you can't get turned on by me because I'm black…"

"N-no!" His words spurred her to action. "Y-you're right. The truth is… I was thinking of you…"

"What, specifically?"

"…You and mom. The way she was giving you a titjob… I got jealous."

"Jealous? You wanted to be the one having your tits mauled by a big black cock?"

"N-not just any big black cock! Yours! B-because you're special to me… A-as a friend…! I think a lot about your big black cock because you're special to me as a friend! That's it! I-I want you to feel good and confide in me as a friend!""

"Thanks, Candy. I'll think about that when considering what to masturbate to."

His words made her slit gush out pussy juices. "You're super welcome! If you want to think about how much I desire your powerful body, go ahead! I'm always thinking about it because it's so hot and muscular…! Plus, your dick is so amazing too! I like its color and veins, they're awesome! Jerk off to that if you want!" Candice felt rewarded for being honest. 'He's such a good man…! To forgive me for my ingrained sexual racism…! He totally gets me! It makes so much sense that I can't get his amazing body off my mind! After all, I'm just a white girl!'

"By the way, about that thing with your mom…" He sharply changed the conversation.

"Huh? What about it?"

"Don't tell anyone, okay? Let's make sure it's our secret."

"Uhm…" She looked down, unsure. "But… Dad…"

"Also, since your mom just can't keep her hands off me, I'll need you to protect me. Since you're my friend and ally, you'll do that for me, right?"

"Protect you?"

"Yeah." He removed her hand from his cock and pushed her down on the bed, taking the same position as before. "Your mom is just the type of filthy whore that I can't hold myself back from. If you don't help me, I won't be able to hold off from stuffing her pussy with my nut. Blowjobs and titjobs only go so far."

Her breathing accelerated. Being pressed against the bed for the second time was somehow far more enticing than the first time. "What do you want me to do…?"

"First I need to know if I can count on you not to tell anyone. After all, if you're my ally, I have to know at least that much." He paused. "If not, I guess we can stop here…"

"I-I won't tell anyone!!" Surprising even herself, Candice caved instantly.

"Awesome."

Her chest heaved up and down with the realization that his long, hard cock was right above her pussy lips. If Deshaun moved his hips just a bit, he'd easily penetrate her. Resisting the urge once already took strenuous mental effort; This time, she would undoubtedly fail.

After all, she was at least a bit racist. That much even Candice had learned.

If Deshaun lost all control and penetrated her, it was not his fault. What else was he supposed to do? As a black male, it was natural for him to have no control over his physical urges; She had to respect that. In such a scenario, she would be the evil one for failing to resist him. It would be wrong to deny the systemic societal aspects that led him to such a thing.

As a good white girl, she was ready to embrace this possibility. 'Fuck…! I'm so bad…! I should do something to stop him, but I can't…! He'll feel so bad afterward…! Why is this so difficult…?!' Despite her mental punishment, Candice spread her legs wider. 'I can only hold back so much…! I'm so sorry…! I can't just undo the fact that I'm a white woman…!'

As expected, Deshaun thrust forward with fierceness.

Though, not into her pussy.

Instead, he humped her flat stomach.

"Wha…?"

He chuckled. "Hm? Did you think we'd have sex? I would never waste your efforts like that, Candy! That'd be basically the same as admitting you're as bad as your mom." He brought his lips to her ear and whispered. "I'll just fuck your toned, sweaty midriff as if it were your pussy, okay?"

Her eyes opened wide. "As… If it were… My pussy…?"

"That's right." Deshaun lowered his torso until she was fully crushed against the bed, unable to move. "To make sure I hold back from having full-blown sex with your horny mom, I'll start doing this to you every night from now on. I'll keep using her mouth and tits, but I won't fuck her. Isn't that great? You're protecting me so much!"

"Y-yeah…"

"Good. Then…" Deshaun stopped talking and aligned his enormous cock with her belly button. He moved both his arms beside her head, keeping it snuggly compressed between his immense, veiny forearms. Finally, his legs were between hers, keeping them wide open as if he were about to do her in a missionary position.

With one violent jerk forward, the humping began. Using the ample precum present on his glans and the sweat on her midriff as lubes, Deshaun moved his hips back and forth violently, truly treating her torso as a friction-providing piece of meat for his pleasure.

Candice felt tremendous pressure in her stomach. Repeatedly, her body was pushed deep into the mattress by his powerful thrusts. 'H-he's really doing it…! He's fucking me, but not really?! Wh-what is this experience?! It feels insane…! The way it's scraping against my navel…! H-holy fuck…! Sex is like this?! If I got truly fucked by this huge man…! This is what it would be like?! BBCs are like this?! There's no way my boyfriend could do this, though…! Black men are this powerful?! It's even sexier than I imagined…!'

Time and time again, Deshaun's cock sank against her skin, bending dangerously, only to snap back into a firm erection, impressing her. 'Amazing…! This is a monster cock…! Oh, fuuuck…! It's so cool…! Getting fucked by black hunks must be so cool…! If he'd just move his hips back a little bit…! M-my pussy…!

Because of how her body and head were tightly held in place just above his shoulder, Candice had nowhere to look but at the ceiling. For the first few minutes, she simply looked up, enduring the intense almost-penetration that was being pummeled into her body.

Slowly, though, her mind started going crazy. 'Awesome…! Getting railed by a black stud is awesome…! I have a boyfriend, but I'm getting fucked silly by a BBC…! Kind of, I mean…! Oh, shit…!' She could vividly feel her pussy burning and oozing loads of sex juices, begging to be filled up. 'How could I ever even think I was a lesbian?!'

On instinct, she crossed her legs around Deshaun's waist and hugged whatever bit she could of his muscular, round back. 'He's sweating so much…! His muscles are getting swollen…! Oh, shit…! No wonder mom couldn't hold back…! This is just AWESOME…! What a ride…!'

"Get ready, whore…!"

"Hm…? R-ready?"

"I'm going to cum all over your filthy snowbunny body! Get ready to be branded black…!" Deshaun's spoke with a strained voice. His head and body became clad in swollen veins.

"C-cum…? But…!" She wanted to question him. Would ejaculating while humping her be a break from their pure, anti-racist friendship? Candice almost asked him this question, but quickly realized it was a stupid one.

Constantly surrounded by attractive women, such as his mother, herself, or even other white sluts at college, Deshaun certainly suffered tremendously as a black male overflowing with testosterone and sperm in his huge balls. At the present moment, he did not need someone to scold him or ask questions.

This was not sex. She was protecting him from his own urges. If her mother wanted to use him for selfish sexual gratification, this was the perfect way for him to empty himself up in a safe space.

With her, his ally.

A non-racist girl! A conscious girl! Someone different from other girls!

And, in the process, she might feel a bit of pleasure too… As long as it did not get in the way of what mattered: his safety. 'Right now, what he needs is support. I'm the only person he can trust to be himself with…!' Under this justification, there was no need for her to stop him.

Her decision to stay quiet and take his load over her body had nothing to do with her burning, wet pussy. Absolutely, irrefutably, indubitably. It was just her charitable, pro-black mind.

Candice hugged him even tighter, buried her face against his muscular neck, and closed her eyes. Quickly, his cock began to throb wildly.

"Go ahead and let it all out on my tummy…!"

Deshaun stopped. "Of course not."

"H-huh…?"

"I'm just using you to vent my lust. I would never orgasm with you, Candy. That would ruin our relationship."

"B-but… Y-you said…" She froze for a moment. 'N-no…! He didn't mean it…! He was just roleplaying to let off some steam…! I-I said something I shouldn't…! He'll think I'm only letting him hump my body to see his juicy cock cumming because I'm a racist whore…! I fucked up…!'

Surprisingly, Deshaun caressed her hair. "It's fine. Just keep doing your best to be my good ally, okay?" He gave her ass a fierce smack.

"Ngh…! Yes…! Thank you for understanding! I'll do my best to be more and more conscious."

Chuckling, he crushed her body and began to hump again. Every few minutes, he paused to avoid ejaculation.

Candice embraced him as best and tightly as she could and closed her eyes. In her mind, she fantasized about things taking a slight turn: One involving hardcore, balls-deep penetration. Her imagination was so vivid and intense that it brought her body to a silent mini-orgasm.

"By the way…"

"Hm…?"

"I want you to send me that photo."

"Okay…!"

"Also, if you're going to protect me from Rebecca, I need you to start blowing me regularly too, got it?"

"Sounds good to me…!"

"Good white girl." He slapped her ass harshly, leaving a red mark on it.

"…Yes !" Candice's voice sweetened up from the joy of helping Deshaun fight against the evils of his white, patriarchal family.

It had nothing to do with the several mini-orgasms washing over her body from having her erect nipples rubbing against his chiseled chest as he frantically humped her stomach. Utterly, totally, doubtlessly. It was just her charitable, pro-black mind.

'It really is like getting fucked by a gorilla…!'

Hours later…

"Hah… Hah… Hah…" Candice was breathless. Though she did nothing more than hug Deshaun and passively receive his humping, the savageness with which he slammed his hips against her body was extreme enough to leave her exhausted and covered in sweat.

That, and the several mini-orgasms she accumulated.

Deshaun was lying beside her, smoking weed. "Your Instagram page…"

"Hah… Hah… What about it…?"

"I want to start joining you on some of your posts to help you get more traction."

"R-really? I didn't want to use you like that…! In fact, you should watch out! Mom totally will if you let her!"

"She already did. Not only is she abusing my biological cravings, she's also using me to prop up her social image. White mothers like her think of nothing but fat cocks and popularity." He held her hand. "But you're different, Candy. You're special or something. Whatever."

"Thank you! I-if you want to help me, I'd love it! I use my page to genuinely promote social causes…!"

"By taking selfies of your fat ass and tits to bring awareness, right?"

"Yeah!" She was continuously impressed by Deshaun's understanding of her actions, though she found his wording crude. 'It's just his way of saying things! I have to respect ebonics!'

"Perfect. By the way…" Deshaun grabbed her hair and pulled her head toward his lower body.

Candice promptly understood what he wanted. She rested her head on his massive legs, opened her lips, and blew him for the rest of the night.

Very quickly, she realized why her mom was so devoted in her blowjob. Slurping on his strong-smelling, salty precum was simply the best. The jaw pain that came with it was awfully rewarding too. Despite having never sucked a man before, Candice could tell Deshaun's cock was far superior to her boyfriend's or any other white man in college

For the rest of the night, Candice bonded with her adoptive brother by platonically blowing him while he relaxed by smoking weed.

No ejaculations were had in Candice's room that night or the several next.

Throughout the days, several ejaculations were had in Deshaun's room every single night.

"My, you seem quite backed up tonight, Deshaun." Rebecca was on her knees, servicing him with a devoted titjobblowjob combo. "Every night, in fact. I've noticed your cock is veinier than that first day. How come? …Bhrlrhrlrh…" She slurped his cockhead, swallowing all the fluids and then coating him with a new paint of spit. Meanwhile, his cock was lovingly hugged by her tits. It was so massive that the head poked out enough to allow for her blowjob. "By the way, are you close again…?"

"Don't rush me, mom. You know I got a lot of cum to let out. And about being veinier… Well, who knows?" He gave her a mysterious smirk, clearly keeping a secret.

"I know, I know. Being a black boy is so tough… Brhrlhrlhl… Ghrlrurgh… Let mom… Bhrhrlrhl… Take good care of your cock, okay…? Ghrlurgh…" With her skilled lips, she traveled half the length of his shaft several times over, going out of her way to sloppily leave several bubbles of saliva along the way. Then, during a second run, she cleaned up all the bubbles. The smiles on Deshaun's face assured her that this was the precise technique he wanted to see. 'No point in going nuts trying to take his entire dick in. The sensitive part is the head, and no way would it fit anyway…!' She applied her underestimated brain to the task.

Then, every couple of minutes, she switched to bouncing her tits up and down against his lap while supporting them tightly against his rigid member to provide the maximum amount of stimulation possible. Consequently, his glans smacked her chin many times, though she often managed to angle her lips correctly to take them in.

Rebecca had milked many voluminous loads from his cock by using this technique, and tonight was no different. Usually, he came in her throat, which she gladly swallowed. Sometimes, he came on her face.

To her, it was all the same. Using her stacked assets and fit physique to please a masculine dick was an amazing experience, one that she never had with Jack. 'I didn't know these things could be so fun, to be honest… I thought sex was just boring, but I don't mind doing this every night. No, in fact, I've been looking forward to it…' She kept her eyes glued on his glans, eagerly waiting for his next cumshot. 'I've swallowed Jack's sperm a couple of times and nearly puked… Deshaun's is so much tastier…! Damn, cock size really makes a difference in the fun department, doesn't it…? Jack, you're outmatched… If only younger me knew…'

Several minutes later, after earnestly drinking three more dense loads of delicious semen, Deshaun allowed her to take a break. Rebecca sat on the bed beside him and rested a hand on his leg, admiring his ripped, sweaty build and endlessly throbbing monster cock, which was drenched in spit and cum. "How have you been feeling recently, Deshaun? Have things been better? Have you been able to relax and feel at home with us?"

"I think so, Mrs. Parker. Your tits and mouth have helped a lot."

"I'm glad. I know keeping your balls empty is important maintenance for a healthy black boy like you. What about Jack? Has he been nice to you?"

"I had no problems with him. Did you explain to him about Deborah? Did he forgive me?"

"Oh, yeah, I had a really nice talk with him. He understands the situation, but you have to hold back on fucking her again, okay?"

"I get it. It's tough because she keeps texting me, but…"

Rebecca was caught off-guard. "Really? Deborah is hitting on you?"

"Oh, yeah. She can't get over it. She started sending me nudes and stuff… White girls are like that, Mrs. Parker. Once they get a taste of black meat, they can never forget it. In her mind, there's no point in being loyal to her husband when she could be fucking me instead."

Once more, she glanced down and ogled his dick. "Yeah, I can believe that… Your cock is so veiny and thick… I find myself thinking about it sometimes too."

"You're very open about admitting it." He was surprised by her straightforwardness.

"I'm a mother of two. You think I'm going to be soft?"

"Don't you mean mother of three?"

Rebecca chuckled. "That's true. You're my son now, Deshaun, and I'll do my best to give you everything you need to be happy."

"Really? Everything?"

"Of course. I didn't understand at first because I don't have a lot of contact with black people, especially black men, but I'm learning more with every day." She massaged his heavy, bloated balls. "With all this sexual energy, you just need a way to vent, right…? I'm here for you, as your mother. Count on me to keep you empty and happy every night. That way, you can focus on college and your goals in life."

Deshaun gave her a smirk. "What if I asked for a kiss?"

Instead of responding, she brought her face close to his with a naughty smile. "You just have to go ahead."

Without hesitation, Deshaun grabbed the back of her head and tongue kissed her. For several seconds, they made out while Rebecca continued to gently stroke his erect, throbbing member. By the time they broke apart, there was spit dripping down from their lips, which Rebecca skillfully scooped mid-air and dripped on his glans. "Was that good?"

"Very good. You're the best girl I've ever kissed, mom."

"That's good." She kept her eyes locked with his while jerking him off, smiling.

"Though, wouldn't you call this cheating? You're surprisingly okay with this."

"Of course I am. Deshaun, I brought you into this family. It would be insensitive of me to deny such a basic need to a healthy, young black boy like you. I can't be neglectful like that. It is my duty as your adoptive mother to support you, even if it means providing you with regular handjobs, blowjobs, and titjobs." This time, she brought his face close to hers. "Let mom give you all the support you need, okay? You grew up in an orphanage but now you're safe in the Parker family. If you have to cum a lot, let my body help you out." Of her own accord, she kissed him again. Rebecca had become fond of connecting her lips with the tall, muscular man. His technique was far superior to Jack's, strongly stimulating her mind.

"Does that mean you do this for Johnny too?"

"Of course not."

"Why not?"

"Johnny is a normal white boy. In this sense, he's nothing like you. It's a completely different scenario. Your cock is too powerful, so it needs regular attention. Technically, I could let you get it from other women… We both know you could easily seduce any white girl if you wanted, but I'd be remiss to risk you getting someone pregnant or maybe an STD… Or other problems, like fucking a married woman like Deborah. That's why I'm doing this for you. Johnny doesn't run into the same problem. I can't see him going around fucking tons of girls, so I can just leave him to his own devices about this."

"And Jack? You didn't answer my question."

"Well…" She tilted her head and winked at him. "…This will be our secret, okay? Jack wouldn't understand."

"Sure things, Mrs. Parker. I won't tell a soul."

"Perfect, Deshaun. That way, I can stay committed to your physical and mental health…" Feeling like she successfully confirmed with him the fact that she was a generous, understanding mother, Rebecca pivoted to the thing she wanted the most. "By the way, we should get some more photos together… a lot of people have been asking for photos of us training together…" Subtly, she changed her handjob technique, rubbing her spit-covered palm circularly on his glans.

He barely shivered at this. "Sure, why don't we go tomorrow?"

She raised her eyebrows, impressed by the toughness of his cock. "Perfect…!" His positive answer made her overflow with ecstasy. 'What photos should I go for? Does it even matter? My page has been skyrocketing…! I love it so much…! Deshaun is such a blessing to this family…! Not to speak of this dick…' She intensified her palm-rubbing in an attempt to get him to squirm.

Deshaun clearly felt good, but still did not quiver.

His reaction immediately contrasted with her mental image of Jack during any handjob. 'He's very tough, huh…? I like the challenge…' Rebecca bit her lips and continued to have fun experimenting with his brutish dark cock. After years of quick, unfulfilling ejaculations from Jack, it was oddly exciting to have a duel with Deshaun's cock every night. Or rather, several duels.

"Mrs. Parker, you're fucking good at this, aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah? You like my hand?"

"I fucking love your hand. Are you used to giving handjobs or something?"

She joyfully laughed at his praise. "Not like this. Jack barely lasts, not to speak of the size difference. I'm just naturally inclined to excel, how about that excuse? Hey, what about this…?" She added a second hand on his shaft, now milking him at the same time as she aggressively massaged his cockhead.

Seeing Deshaun throw his head back was all she needed to feel even happier. 'Fuck! This is so fun! How did I live without this until now?!' Just like starting her Instagram page had become a fun venture for her, becoming the focal point of her existence, getting Deshaun to empty his balls was quickly becoming an ardent hobby for her.

Struggling to endure the intense pleasure, Deshaun made out with her one more time. Rebecca never refused his lips, getting off on playing with his tongue.

With time, Deshaun had been growing bolder as well. Without her noticing, he snuck a hand on her breasts, playing with her nipples. During the first days, she was a little hesitant, assuming it to be a line that should never be crossed. However, as her titjobs and blowjobs grew more frequent and passionate, Rebecca opened up more to his touches.

Plus, her pussy burned a lot when servicing the man. It was almost as pleasureful as receiving attention on social media.

"By the way, Deshaun…"

"Yeah?"

"How have things been with you and Candice?"

"Candy? Things are great. We're getting along just fine."

"Really? Well, that's good…" She had some worries about her daughter. The way she randomly apologized to her the other day was very positive in her mind, but she had recently started glaring at Rebecca in a confusing way, almost as if she was upset about something.

"Candy is a great girl. "We're very, very close friends."

"What about Johnny? You two doing well?"

"Oh, yeah, Johnny is also great. He's a bit shy, but I'm trying to break him out of his shell. He's bringing a girl over for a date tomorrow night, did he tell you? I helped with that."

"He did. It's a friend of Candice, from the cheerleading team. Jack and I wanted to join, but Johnny said he'd get nervous, so we'll go out to eat and leave them to it.

"Oh, too bad. I guess you won't get to taste my special dinner then."

"Oh? You'll be helping by cooking?"

"I know how to cook to make a girl happy. She'll fall in love with him suuuper easy. Well, but there might be a bit of trouble…"

"What trouble?"

"It's a super hot white raven. I may have a hard time controlling myself…"

"Leave it to me. I'll come earlier than usual and give you a hard, hard milking."

"I might need more than that…" Deshaun slowly brought a hand to her inner legs, kneading her thick, trained thighs.

Rebecca was sharp enough to know what he meant. She gently removed his hand from her legs. "There are still some boundaries. I'll do my best with this combo, though…" She kneeled on the floor again and embraced his throbbing, soapy cock between her voluptuous knockers, engulfing as much as she could of his monstrous member into her tight, wet throat.

Just as Rebecca would start to gag…

"Hold that position. Raise your head a bit and look up at me!"

"Hm?! W-wait, that's not…!" Deshaun had his phone out, aiming to take a picture of her in this compromising position.

"It's okay! I'm just going for your face, no tits or cock. You look mega sexy like that, mom. Let me send this one to you."

Rebecca held off on blowing him and checked the photo on her phone. "Th-this is a bit too erotic, isn't it? I get that sex appeal sells, but…"

"You're kidding me, right? Your page is basically softcore porn! If you put this photo up, you'll skyrocket even more!"

"I-it's not THAT sexual! People like me because of my personality too…"

"Sure, mom, but…" Deshaun inserted a thumb into her lips. "…They also love looking at that thick, curvy body of yours and imagining what it's like fucking you silly. What do you think will happen when you post a photo of your sweaty, sexy face about to deepthroat a big black cock?"

"They'll… Pick up on the sexual vibe of the photo and get turned on?"

"That's right. Just once, give it a shot."

There was still hesitation in her mind. 'Ever since I started adding photos with Deshaun, my page got a lot of traction… It used to be 50/50 men and women, but now it's more like 60/40 men and women… My growth has mostly been from white guys too. Also, that letter he posted basically exterminated any rumors about my supposed racism. Trusting him has worked out pretty well so far…'

The gears turned in her mind. Acknowledging that Deshaun was often right meant acknowledging that her page truly would skyrocket even more….

…Which excited her greatly. Breathing heavily, she decided to go ahead and trust Deshaun yet again. "Hm… Caption, caption…"

"Hanging out with my black son."

"Heh? J-just that…?"

Deshaun grinned. "That's right."

"But… Won't they assume…?"

"It's just a light implication. Trust me, you will get a LOT of traffic."

Rebecca's chest heaved fast with the eroticism of the situation. In front of her stood a tall, muscular black male with an enormous, dominant cock wedged between her tits. His sexual musk contaminated her nose, and her face was covered in bubbles and spit. Not only that, her stomach currently stored several loads of his unexpectedly-delicious semen.

All of that meant her vagina was on fire. Adding the potential of exponentially speeding up her social media growth… "Nghhn …" She had to bite her lips to hide what was happening in her lower body.

Rebecca orgasmed with purely mental stimulation.

With trembling fingers, she put the photo online and started sucking Deshaun again, gagging obscenely on his imposing cock poking the back of her throat while also enduring the excessive stimulation of her erect nipples unintentionally rubbing against his huge quads.

Several hours later, after swallowing several more loads, she checked her phone again.

It was her most popular post ever despite only being up for a few hours. Rebecca nearly cried from how well-received it was.

On the other hand, the lower part of her body fully cried.

Johnny was both ecstatic and nervous. 'Wow, Sarah is so gorgeous…' They sat face-to-face with each other at the dinner table, waiting for Deshaun to serve dinner.

Sarah was magnificently beautiful. She had long, brown hair, which was typically in a ponytail – much like his sister, who was her friend. She wore a tight-fitting, black leather mini-skirt and a white halter top that kept her midsection fully covered, accentuating the sexual curves of her stacked rear and D-cup breasts. A significant part of her beauty came from her built physique, a result of her and Candice being in eternal competition for the leadership of the cheerleading team, with Candice currently holding the spot.

Despite being involved in an activity that often drew out a competitive, ruthless side of people, Sarah was incorruptible. Across college, she was known as a sweet, kind, just girl. 'It must be tough being the son of a judge… She's almost the polar opposite of Candice. Crazy to think they're such close friends… The number of jocks that she's openly rejected for being jerks… Sarah is such an outstanding girl…'

"So, Johnny…" They had both been in silence, blushing. When cheerleading, Sarah was a completely different person: loud and energetic. Outside of that, though, she was timid, just like him. "…Y-your parents aren't joining us today…? Or Candy…?"

"N-no… I wanted it to be just us… Uhm… I guess Candice is in her room… But she never comes out at night, so…" Initially, Johnny wanted his parents present, but Deshaun convinced him that a date is better one-on-one. As such, he asked his mother to go out for the night. 'Deshaun knows what he's talking about… C-considering all the girls he's had sex with according to those porn videos…'

"I-I see… So… Is this like… A date, then…?"

"Y-yeah… I told you, didn't I?"

"Yeah… B-but I just wanted to make sure again. You looked so confident when you invited me… Like a totally different person. It was kind of cool."

"A-awesome…"

They entered a long bout of silence once more. Johnny was dying with the awkward tension in the air. 'What should I say…?! She'll get tired of me! I have the hottest, sweetest girl in the world alone with me and I'm getting stuck like this…! God, help me, pleeease…!'

"Your brother is here, though…?"

"Yeah!" He blurted out, happy for an icebreaker.

"Candice mentioned something. He's your adoptive brother but is above 18? How confusing."

"Ah, he's an alright guy. You're going to like him. In fact…" Johnny looked to the side, blushing. "He's the one who encouraged me to grow some balls and ask you out…"

Sarah smiled. "Oh, really? I guess I should thank him…"

"He's the one making dinner for us too. He says he cooks really well and wants our date to go well. I guess he's shipping us or something, hahaha…!"

"Hey…"

"Hm?"

"He's black, right?"

"Yeah."

"And didn't he, like, beat that guy up from the volleyball team…?"

"Y-yeah." Johnny did not want to talk about the fact he was bullied, even though Sarah obviously knew.

Suddenly, she got fidgety. "Uhm…" She paused for a long time before speaking. "Oh, geez, this will sound awful, b-but… Isn't he a bit scary…? I've never really talked to a black guy… I'm only telling you this because I really trust you, Johnny, but… I-I'm a bit scared of them. Ever since I saw one rob a store when I was a kid… I almost get a panic attack just thinking about it…"

"Oh. No, it's okay. I won't tell anyone." He reached out and grabbed her hand, overjoyed that she trusted him enough to reveal such an embarrassing thing. "But Deshaun really is nice. Don't worry."

"I was going to ask if you could bring the food over instead of him carrying it here…"

"No, trust me. It'll be good for you! Let's break through this fear together."

Sarah exhaled loudly. "Okay, you're right. This'll be our first adventure together, haha!"

"F-first adventure…?"

"That's right. I wouldn't mind having many others, you know…?" She played with her hair. "I think you're really hand-" A noise interrupted her mid-sentence, prompting her to look to the side. Her mouth opened wider as she finished speaking. "-Some…" Sarah's jaw dropped.

"Food's coming!" Deshaun walked in. He was carrying several plates of food between his two big hands, almost to the point of looking comical. He wore a tight-fitting white tanktop and black leggings.

Deshaun laid down the plates skillfully. As he lowered them on the table, his arms visibly contracted and relaxed, showcasing the amount of muscle mass and veins he had on them.

When Johnny looked back at Sarah, something was wrong: Her eyes were glued to Deshaun; Her mouth was open in shock, almost drooling.

'Ah! She just said she's afraid of black guys! What's wrong with me?! How did I forget it so quickly?!' Johnny stood up and grabbed two of the plates from Deshaun's hands, helping him put them on the table faster. "W-wow, you actually cooked a huge full-course meal, didn't you, Deshaun? Thanks so much for this! By the way, this is Sarah, my… Uhm…" He looked at her, waiting for some indication of what word to use. No doubt, she would gag a bit in surprise and then, timidly, come up with a suitable answ-

"Friend. I'm Johnny's friend." Against all odds, she responded firmly and without hesitation while straightening her posture. "We're just friends."

"U-uh… Y-yeah…" Johnny could not help but notice that she was repeatedly glancing at Deshaun's pants. Following her eyes, he realized what she was so intently looking at.

Deshaun's enormous bulge.

'Wh-what the hell?!' He went wide-eyed in panic. 'How the fuck can he walk in here with a hard-on?! I'm on a date! Oh, shit, she's going to be so much more uncomfortable now…!' Johnny scrambled for a solution. "Th-thanks for the food, Deshaun. Why don't you go relax? If there's anything else, I can bring it-"

"I'm Deshaun, pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand toward Sarah, ignoring Johnny.

Without saying anything, she stood up and shook his hand. The contrast between them was ridiculous; Sarah's hand looked like that of a child by comparison.

'What do I do…?! Look at her face...! She can't stop looking at it! To a shy girl like Sarah, this must be a horrible experience! Ah, fuck, what do I do…?! What if she has a panic attack…?!'

"Come on, we can do better than that!" With a bright smile, Deshaun brought her in for a hug, embracing her between his hulking arms.

Sarah presented no resistance, letting herself be taken by his hug. Again, much like with the handshake, she looked like an insect before his massive build.

Initially, Johnny relaxed. 'If Deshaun is friendly like that, I'm sure even Sarah can relax a little bit…!' Then, however, for whatever reason, she began to shuffle her hips a bit… And then nonstop. Her jaw dropped in reaction to something, but at no moment did she try to break free from the hug.

In fact, she hugged him back quite intently.

Johnny's and Sarah's eyes accidentally met for a moment; She reacted by anxiously looking the other way.

It was the most bizarre experience of his life. Johnny truly could not understand what was going on. 'Ah! W-wait…! Could it be that…!' His eyes traveled to their lower bodies; Specifically, Deshaun's pelvic region/Sarah's stomach.

He found what he was looking for: Deshaun's massive bulge was rubbing off against her clothes. 'Sh-she can feel it! This is a disaster!' Johnny's exasperation was so great that he was unable to form sentences, sweating coldly. 'She'll lose it! Have a panic attack! Hate me! No, no, no…! J-just look at the way she's moving her body…! Sh-she's trying to shuffle away from it…!' He observed their endless hug for a few more seconds. '…R-right…? W-wow, she's really bad at this… I-it's like she's trying to feel it more or something…! It must be panic!'

Eventually, their hug broke apart. "Alright, you two, make sure to enjoy the food." He winked at Johnny.

"W-wait!" Sarah cut in before Deshaun could leave. She was breathing heavily and blushing hard, dying of anxiety. She adjusted her hair and looked down at the table before speaking again. "D-don't you want to eat with us…?"

"S-Sarah…!"

"Eat with you? But I wouldn't want to interrupt your date."

"Oh, no, it's okay!"

"Is it really?"

"Oh, yeah. We're ABSOLUTELY just friends and nothing more!" She looked at Deshaun and gave him a cute smile.

"Wh-what…?" Johnny was in shock from the sudden claim. "B-but what about… The adventures you mentioned…?"

"Adventures as friends! Sorry if you misunderstood, Johnny! I guess I should have been clearer! Come on, come on, sit down, Deshaun!" She grabbed his hand and tugged until he budged and sat beside her.

"Wow, so you can lift THAT much with just your arms? That's crazy…"

"That's right. I'm proud of them. Do you want to give them a touch?"

"Really? Can I? If you don't mind…" Sarah stretched over and patted Deshaun's biceps. "Wow, so hard… This is a really powerful arm… No wonder you nearly broke that loser's legs… Hey, Johnny! You should give this a touch!"

Not wanting to look jealous, Johnny stood up and reached over the table. "W-wow… Pretty big. Congrats Deshaun…"

"These aren't the only things that are big in my body."

"I bet!" Deshaun and Sarah burst into laughter, looking into each other's eyes.

Nobody looked into Johnny's.

"So you've been with a lot of women, huh…?"

"Yep."

"That makes so much sense… Women must love you. Especially…" Her eyes shamelessly glanced at Deshaun's lower body. "…Your big muscles."

"You want to see my abs again?"

"No, no… I mean, yeah, but… Maybe another time…" She bit her lips. "By the way, what's your type of girl?"

"I like fit white girls."

"Hm… Did you know I'm on the cheerleading team? We train a lot… Right, Johnny?" She sought support.

"Y-yeah. Sarah is always contesting with Candice for the leadership position."

"Oh, I already knew that. I've been keeping my eye on the cheerleaders."

Sarah put down her fork and knife. All this time, she barely ate anything. "Why is that…? I-if you don't mind me asking."

"There's a lot of hot white sluts on the team. Lotta good pussy there."

"D-Deshaun!" Johnny got up and slammed the table, furious at the foul language. Sarah would never stand for something like that.

Unexpectedly, she immediately reprimanded him. "Johnny, what the hell?! Calm the fuck down!"

"B-but…" He was shocked by her use of a dirty word.

"How can you be so disrespectful to him? He was just talking in his own way. Don't be cringe like that ever again, okay?"

"S-sorry…" He sat back down, horribly stupefied.

"Hey, it's cool, Johnny. It's my fault. After you fuck a lot of white girls, you just lose track of what is okay to say around them."

"What do you mean…?"

"White girls are the craziest people in bed. You'd be surprised at the way some of you sluts want to be degraded. The worst words don't even come from my mouth."

Johnny nearly slammed the table again at hearing Sarah being called a 'slut'. Unfortunately for him, his hesitation was enough for Sarah to keep going.

"Oh, you're so bad!" She playfully touched his shoulder. "It's just because of this huge body of yours! What girl wouldn't lose it with you on top of them?"

"H-hey, so, you didn't tell me what sort of girl is your type…"

"In general, mature blonde women."

"Like Johnny's mom…? That's the sort of women you seek sex with…?"

"Oh, yeah. Women like Rebecca are the exact type of pussy I like to breed."

"B-breed, huh…? Wow, you use such strong language, but it makes sense… Your body is so masculine… You must do it a lot…"

Johnny could not understand what was happening. 'A-are they flirting…? Why didn't I attack him for saying that about my mom?! What's wrong with the world…?!' In truth, he was overflowing with anger, but Sarah's look of disdain earlier had severely intimidated him. Johnny was a retracted guy who desperately yearned for the attention of pretty girls, especially the ones he liked.

Most of all, especially his mother's attention.

Yet, right there, by not saying anything, he had disrespected his mother; At least in his mind. 'What could I say, anyway…?'

"Hey, Johnny, sorry about that." Deshaun noticed his distress.

"H-heh?"

"I wasn't trying to insult your mom or anything."

"Yeah, Johnny, sorry… It's my fault for bringing your mom up." Sarah supported Deshaun.

"O-oh… Y-yeah." Somehow, having them spontaneously apologize was even worse.

"Hey, Deshaun, you know… I'm not blonde or anything, but I'm pretty fit and flexible, you know…?"

"Oh? Show me."

"Sure!" Sarah shot out of the chair and easily raised a leg up high, locking it behind her head. "See?"

"Oh, I sure see." Deshaun unabashedly gazed at the area between her legs.

Johnny looked too. "O-oh…!" With her leg up so high, her skirt was spread enough to give them an unobstructed view of her underwear.

Black lace panties.

'W-was she planning to…?! With me…?! Tonight…?!'

Sarah realized that Johnny was staring. "J-Johnny!" She pivoted her body slightly, concealing her panties from his view. "Don't perv at me like that! Gross!" Sarah scoffed at him.

"B-but…! Uhm…!" Johnny looked at Deshaun. Unfairly, she said nothing to him. In fact, she held her leg up in the air, continuing to give his adoptive brother an open view of her sexy panties and inner legs. Still, shy as he was, Johnny lacked the assertiveness to call this hypocrisy out. "Sorry! It was an accident!"

"Hmph. So long as you don't do it again… Anyway, what do you think, Deshaun?"

"That's pretty good. That actually helps a lot with my favorite sex position."

"W-what is your favorite sex position?!" Hearing the words made Sarah's eyes open wide.

"Want me to show you?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Deshaun moved behind her and raised her in the air, locking his arms with the back of her knees, and then locking her legs behind her head. Her crotch and ass were perfectly exposed to the air. "Hey, you really are flexible. This was pretty easy."

"W-woah… This position… There's such a clear path to…"

"To your womb. I usually shoot all my loads in there, and this position is the best for it. I can really clap that ass, catch my drift?"

Sarah said nothing, looking forward and breathing heavily. Her imagination was running wild.

Meanwhile, Deshaun secretly turned his body around just enough to keep her front exposed to Johnny, allowing him to view her panties yet again. He winked.

Still, his efforts were in vain. Johnny was mentally unable to look.

After all, just below her ass was his throbbing bulge.

Candice walked on the tip of her toes to avoid making noise. 'No way, no way, no way…!' It was late at night. After a significant amount of time passed without Deshaun coming to her room, she decided to go check, assuming the worst.

With each step closer to Deshaun's bedroom, her fears grew bigger, until the first sounds reached her ears.

"Oooooooh ! Oh ! Oh ! Hooooh ! Fuck, I'm cummiiiiiing !!" Her mother moaned senselessly inside Deshaun's bedroom. Based on the fast-paced, loud clapping sounds, she must have been getting furiously hammered.

Candice wanted to open the door and peek in, but there was a chance she would get caught. For over five minutes, she stood still in front of Deshaun's door, trembling.

The sounds were so, so erotic.

'Is he fucking mom j-just like he humped me?! B-but instead of fucking her midsection, he's…' She traced a finger along her stomach. 'F-fuck… Fuck, fuck…!' Her pussy burned with the thought. 'I can't believe it got all the way to sex…! I know she's been servicing him every night after visiting me, but… I thought I had at least been able to protect him from losing it and fucking her…! Can't she see she's hurting him?! He can't control himself with that huge cock and those sperm-filled balls! Fuuuuck! What can a black male like him possibly do?! It's beyond his control! Shit!'

Candice repeatedly told herself that she was upset by how much Deshaun was being 'used' by Rebecca. Her frustration left her on the verge of tears.

The scorching feeling in her pussy had NOTHING to do with it.

She dragged her feet away from the door and walked back to her room to reflect on how to better help Deshaun; And also to masturbate nonstop for a couple of hours. 'I-I should keep the door locked this time… He might still come to hump my tummy… I-if only he'd do it until shooting all that juice in his balls! That would clear his mind enough to fight his primal urges! N-not that he's a primate or anything, no, no, no…! But if he came on me, our platonic relationship would end… He's just so horny, we'd probably fuck all night! Ah, shit, poor Deshaun…! Being black is so hard…! It's so hard to make friends with women because they all wanna fuck you…!'

Again, her burning pussy had NOTHING to do with her frustration. Candice knew she just had his best interests at heart. Fighting systemic racism was truly a challenge.

On her way, she realized one thing: Johnny's room neighbored Deshaun's. This epiphany made her gasp. 'Wait a fucking moment…! Isn't Johnny hearing this?! It was one thing when mom was giving him a blowjob and boobjob, but this fucking this loud?! He's totally hearing!! Oh, shit! I need to talk to him. If he tells dad, it would be bad for Deshaun…!'

Candice knocked on Johnny's door, but nothing happened. Slowly, she turned the handle and entered his room. "Bro…? Johnny…?"

The room was dark. For a moment, she thought he was not there. Thankfully, a small break in the braindead moaning from her mother allowed her to hear him sobbing on the bed, prompting her to turn the lights on.

"J-Johnny…? What the fuck…?"

He was lying on the bed face down, hugging his pillow, crying like a baby.

It only took Candice a millisecond to understand. 'Ah… He's always been a mama's boy, hasn't he…? I guess it's like a betrayal…? Who cares about that, though…? She's being racist and objectifying Deshaun. Isn't that much worse? Fuck!' She was a single-minded woman with a burning pussy.

Eventually, Johnny realized Candice was in the room. "S-sis?"

"Hey, Johnny. Uhm…" She thought long and hard about what to say. Utilizing all her IQ, she came up with the best way of starting the conversation. "So, Deshaun and mom, huh?" Candice had enough self-awareness to mentally punch herself for that starter.

"Who gives a fuck?!"

"You're really upset about mom, aren't you?" She approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Geez, you gotta man up, Johnny."

Her hand was smacked away. "What the fuck does mom have to do with anything, you idiot?!"

"What the fuck are YOU crying about then?!"

"Deshaun stole Sarah from me!"

It took her a while to register his words. "Wait…" She looked toward the wall separating Johnny's and Deshaun's rooms.

Right now, said wall was shaking nonstop. It was very likely that the woman on the other side was standing against it and having her ass brutally flattened by Deshaun's merciless hip thrusts.

"The woman in that room… Is Sarah…?"

"Obviously! I had a date with her tonight! Did you fucking forget?!"

"Yes, I don't give a fuck about your useless love life, you sobbing crybaby!" She smacked his shoulder to calm him down. "The woman in there is Sarah?! My friend?! My friend is getting fucked by Deshaun?!"

"Yeah!"

"H-how?! Weren't you wooing her or some shit?!"

"Y-yeah, but Deshaun interrupted and started flirting with her, and then…"

"He flirted with her?!"

"Fucking obviously!"

In a strikingly unusual moment, Candice felt furious and betrayed by Deshaun. 'Mom was one thing…! She was the one objectifying and seducing him, so it's not like I could expect him to hold on, since he's a black guy and they just can't help it…! But Sarah?! He hit on her?! There's no way SHE hit on him! She's so shy! No way, no way, no way…!'

Candice stormed out of the room and ran to her bedroom, though not because of rage.

She just really needed to start masturbating.

Johnny was anxious and angry, sitting on the living room sofa while tapping his right foot on the floor. His mother had just heard his furious complaint and went to bring Deshaun over for a conversation. 'Asshole! Bastard! Fucker! I hate him!' He pouted his lips and crossed his arms.

The man walked in wearing gym leggings and a tight-fitting shirt. He sat on a chair opposite to Johnny. Meanwhile, Rebecca sat on another chair, giving the trio a triangle formation.

She started. "Deshaun, do you know why I brought you here?"

He nodded calmly. "Considering how upset Johnny looks, I think it must have to do with his friend from last night, Sarah."

"That's right-"

"You THINK?! You fuck!"

Rebecca's eyes flared open in anger at Johnny's reaction. "Johnny!" She stood up to scold him, but Deshaun cut in, raising a hand.

"It's okay, mom. I get it. Johnny, you're upset because I had sex with the girl you like, right?"

His casual way of announcing such a distasteful thing just contributed to his fury. "Yeah, you backstabbing son of a bitch! I like Sarah! I called her here for a date with ME! And then you went ahead and STOLE her!"

"Okay. I get it." Deshaun nodded in understanding.

"You fucking GET IT?! That's it?!"

This time, Rebecca refused to restrain herself, raising her tone. "Johnny! If you speak like that ONE MORE TIME, you'll regret it! Are we clear?!" She stared at him with motherly anger.

How many years had passed since the last time Johnny upset her that much? Her angry gaze as a mother was still enough to immediately suppress his agitation. Johnny crossed his arms and looked to the side. "Tch… Fine. Sorry…"

"…Good." Rebecca sat back down. "Now, Deshaun, I'll tell you what Johnny told me, and then I want to hear your side of the story."

"Okay."

"He said that you made dinner for them last night while Jack and I were eating out with some friends. Is that true?"

"Yeah. I wanted to help him get the girl."

Rebecca smiled, proud of his altruism. "Then, during the dinner date, you started hitting on her and ultimately seduced Sarah into sleeping with you all night long. Is that true?"

"Not entirely."

"What did he lie about?"

"LIE ABOUT?!" Johnny was dumbstruck by Rebecca's unfair word choice.

Realizing her mistake, she corrected herself. "I'm sorry. I meant 'mistaken'."

"Th-that's still-"

"Johnny!" Her cold, judgmental stare was enough to silence him.

"Tch!"

"It's okay, mom. The truth is that it must have been very traumatizing for Johnny, so I get that he's upset. Honestly, I feel a little guilty…"

"So, what happened?"

"When I served the food, I made the mistake of wearing a tank top and leggings that were really tight to my skin. Then…"

"I get it." Rebecca cut in to finish his thought. "She noticed your large penis and muscles and started hitting on you, is that it?"

"Yeah. Honestly, she's a very pretty girl. Johnny has great taste. It was hard to just outright reject her, so we talked a little. She started getting all touchy, and one thing led to another…"

"And then you did her in your room all night long?"

"Yeah." He looked at Johnny. "Sorry, Johnny. I could have taken it easier on her. The moaning was probably too much for you, wasn't it? Was it hard to sleep? Because she's from the cheerleading team, Sarah's very fit, so she could go for a long time. Very tight too… We kept going all the way to 5 AM."

"Fit girls do have a lot of energy." Rebecca nodded.

"MOM!" Feeling underrepresented, Johnny's anger came back in full force. "Wh-what the hell?! Are you listening to him?! He basically admitted it! A-and since when do you and dad let us have sex in this house?! Didn't you always say we should never bring boys and girls here for that sort of thing?! It's not like he took her to a motel! Plus, it's Sarah! I like her!"

Rebecca took a deep breath. "Johnny, try to understand."

"Understand WHAT?!"

"It's not Deshaun's fault. Well, not entirely."

"Huuuuuuh?!" In all the crazy scenarios Johnny had simulated in his head, not a single one involved his mother so blatantly siding with Deshaun.

"Sarah is a young, fit girl. Deshaun is a tall, muscular, young black man with a big penis. What did you think would happen when she saw him? Isn't it natural that she would develop a massive sexual interest in your adoptive brother?"

Johnny was too stunned to offer a rebuttal.

Rebecca kept going. "If you think about it, he's the exact type of guy that alpha girls like Sarah go for, right? Alpha males. I admit that Deshaun could have been more self-aware and used some looser clothing to omit his large bulge and muscles a bit better, but that only helps so much. If you didn't want that to happen, you shouldn't have let her meet him."

"B-b-but… H-he offered to make dinner t-to help!" Johnny remembered the moment when Sarah asked him to bring over the food so she would not meet Deshaun because she was afraid of black men. 'I-it's my fault…?! I could have avoided it then…?! I g-guess so, but that doesn't make it my fault, right?!' Regardless, guilt and regret brough ache to his heart.

"I did offer to make dinner." Deshaun looked at Rebecca and then back at him with innocent eyes. "Honestly, I thought it was a bit crazy when you accepted, but… You know, you're my bro! I figured you had an ace up your sleeve to keep her interested in you! It's my bad for not realizing it was just blind overconfidence…"

"M-mom! What the hell?!"

"What? What are you even complaining about at this point?"

"H-he fucked her in the bedroom…! I had to hear it all night long! A-and… I-it was Sarah…! My crush…! I like her…! I-I still do…! He stole her…!"

"Johnny. Wake the fuck up." Rebecca targeted him with a stern tone, grounding him out of his gagging, finicky demeanor. "Deshaun didn't steal anyone. Sarah, an independent woman, felt sexually attracted due to his masculinity and well-developed body. She consensually flirted with him and then had prolonged, healthy sex all night long. She never belonged to you in the first place. Why should she date you if she can date Deshaun? I'm not saying he's better, but I'm saying most women would go after tall, strong, well-endowed, experienced guys. Maybe go to a gym instead of being so glued to me and gaming all day, huh? Isn't it racist of you to claim he 'stole' her just because he's black?"

"M-m-mom…" His lips trembled, with his eyes getting misty. Johnny struggled to avoid crying.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Johnny… It's not that big of a deal. You're a young guy, and there are a lot of girls out there. Eventually, you'll find one that Deshaun isn't interested in, and then maybe you can date her. Don't be so sad." She turned to Deshaun. "Look. You can never do this again. From now on, when fucking a girl in your room, muffle her or something. Johnny doesn't deserve to hear you having sex with the girls he likes. I agree that's in bad taste."

"You're right, mom. I'm so sorry. It won't happen again."

"Okay. I think we're all good, then. Johnny?"

"B-but… What about… The no sex in the house rule…?"

"I mean…" She glanced at Deshaun and then at his lower body. "…It's probably a bit of a racist rule now that you have a black brother. Guys like him are always interacting sexually with hot girls, so I don't want to be unfair. Just control the noise. And maybe buy some noise-canceling earphones or something."

"R-right…"

After waiting for potential new complaints to arise, Rebecca stood up and tapped Johnny's leg. "We good?"

"Y-yeah…"

She moved over to Deshaun, tapping his leg too. "Oh! Sorry about that… Somehow, I missed it." Smiling, Rebecca moved her hand to his other leg. "We good?"

"Of course. If I knew she meant so much to Johnny, I would have fucked her for fewer hours. I feel so horrible. It's just, she kept begging for more…"

"I know, I know. No need to specify anymore. He's already crushed, Deshaun."

Indeed, Johnny was on the verge of tears.

Deshaun still had more to say. "Well… It's just… I agreed to meet her tonight again."

Johnny's ears perked up immediately. "Wh-what?"

"Hm… Well…"

"M-mom…!"

Rebecca sighed. "Johnny, this is young adult life, okay? Deshaun, it's okay if you want to have sex with Sarah in your bedroom tonight. Just make sure to use a condom, lock your door, and use that muffle, okay? I don't want to hear any complaints tomorrow!"

And thus, the trial of Deshaun ended with overwhelming favor toward him.

As Johnny walked out, more regrets flooded his mind. 'I shouldn't have followed his advice to have my parents out of the house… I shouldn't have told mom to protect him for beating my bully up… Now, they are…' He stopped walking and looked back at them.

The smile on Rebecca's face as she chatted with Deshaun crushed whatever morale Johnny had left.

"Thanks a lot, mom. I was so lucky to be adopted by such an understanding woman."

"Oh, it's okay. Equality is so important to me. If you like it so much, post it on Instagram!" She giggled. "It's just a joke, just a joke. Either way, for now, shall we go work out? I want to get some pics. The one from before yesterday is still skyrocketing…!"

"In a moment."

Without noticing, Johnny was followed to his room by Deshaun, a discovery he made when trying to close the door and finding his foot on the way. "Hey, Johnny, can we talk?"

He absolutely did not wish to do so but was unwilling to be crushed by his mother again. "Sure… Come on in…" Johnny sat on his gaming chair.

Deshaun squatted down to bring his eyes slightly below Johnny's, almost as if he were a parental figure talking to a child.

It felt condescending and filled him with more rage, but Johnny held on.

"Sorry for fucking Sarah. She's just too hot and was ogling my cock like crazy. I realized very quickly that you had no chance with her, so figured I'd take her for myself. It's just how it works, you know? Your mom has it right. Cheerleaders like her go for alpha males like me. Will you forgive me?"

Johnny took a long time to respond. "…No."

"Yeah, I figured. You white boys tend to have a hard time letting go of these sluts. You know, when I was pounding her like a stupid bitch, I actually asked if she likes you. She said she felt bad because you're always hitting on her, but you're not her type. I can't remember if that was before or after I choked her into passing out."

Something primal surged within Johnny's body, climbing his spine. Suddenly, without voluntary input, he leapt forward and tried to punch Deshaun.

It was the single most futile thing he had ever tried to do.

Deshaun easily grabbed his hands mid-air and forced him back on his seat. "Hey, I get it, nobody wants to be a cuck, but it's just how it is. Get over it, Johnny. And don't tell your dad, okay?" He did not look angry, simply smiling back like a nice guy.

It made Johnny feel even more humiliated. "Fuck you! Let go…!"

"Chill out, you cuck. I didn't come here to fight. I have a proposal for you, as a brother."

"What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"Don't you want to be my cameraman tonight?"

"Cameraman?! What are you-" Johnny paused mid-sentence as he realized what Deshaun meant.

His porn page came to mind.

Along with all the degrading video titles and mindless, stupid moaning whores.

"It's me." Deshaun was outside the door to Candice's bedroom.

For the first time, she was unsure if she wanted to let him in. The strong feeling of betrayal still burned in her heart. 'What is he even doing here this early on…? It's not night yet…' Candice did not want to let him in.

"Candy? Are you asleep or something?" He knocked louder.

She caved and opened the door, though she maintained an annoyed facial expression, pouting her lips. "Come in." She lied on her bed with her back turned to him, checking her phone.

'Let's see how he takes the cold treatment. Bastard…' The fact that Deshaun went out of his way to hit on Sarah was unbearable for her to accept. 'It's one thing if girls hit on him and he can't restrain himself… But him going out of his way to hit on Sarah? What was that whole talk of "white sluts just come after me and I can't hold back because I'm a poor black victim"?! Hmph! Mom seducing him daily is one thing! Hitting on my friend is another!'

Candice hardened her heart and was ready to completely shut Deshaun out until he begged for forgiveness and explained his hypocrisy. Otherwise, she would never-

"Start sucking me already." Deshaun stood by the bed.

"J-just a bit!" Candice's innate kindness and generosity were too strong for her to just outright reject him. She would, however, only do the bare minimum and leave him wanting mor-

"Not just a bit. I want you to go deeper today."

"F-fine, I'll try."

Right as she leaned over to get the delicious, juicy, veiny meat into her mouth, Deshaun stopped her with a hand on her forehead. "Hold on a moment."

"H-hm…?"

"Shouldn't you be nicer? I thought this was a safe space for me. What's wrong with you?"

"S-sorry… I-I'll do a good job and-"

"No, give it to me straight." Deshaun spoke to her with a firmer tone than usual. "Don't act like a stupid bitch. Just tell me why you're acting so annoying."

"So? What's the problem if I fucked your friend? You're jealous? Could it be you want me to fuck you too? I thought you were different from other braindead white girls."

"I-I am! I don't want that… At all!"

"Then, what's the problem?"

"W-well, Johnny said you hit on her and… I-I figured I was helping you enough that you'd be able to hold back from that… Otherwise, what's the point of all this humping… It's almost like you just want to mess around with me…"

"Who cares?"

"What?"

"Who gave you the right to control what I do?"

"N-no, I… Huh?"

"Huh what? Are you some stupid blonde bitch? Just because you're pretty and young, you think you're some sort of slave owner or something? Am I your slave?"

"Of course not! Wh-what are you talking about?! I don't think of you that way at all!!"

"Then why do you get to choose who I can fuck or not? Huh?" He grabbed her by the neck, squeezing it, and forced her to look into his intimidating eyes. "Shouldn't a little white slut like you learn to apologize and just suck my cock?"

"Ghh…! You're right…! Sorry…!"

Deshaun let go of her, prompting her to cough as the pressure on her neck was alleviated. "Listen up, Candy. I fuck whoever I want. If you truly are my ally, just stop asking so many questions, okay? I'm sick of having to justify my actions to you just because I'm black and you're white. It's exhausting! I thought you understood systemic racism already." Deshaun sighed loudly. "Whatever. I get it. I'll not come by anymore." He stood up and moved to leave.

"WAIT!" Somehow, the feelings in Candice's mind had completely shifted. She felt horribly guilty for attempting to control Deshaun and make such unreasonable demands of him. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't even realize how I was being unfair! Please forgive me! L-let me continue helping you! I'll stay quiet from now on…!"

He stopped. "Really?"

"R-really! Of course you can fuck whoever you want, whenever you want…! Y-you're free, just like normal people…! If you like my friend, fuck her as much as you want…! There's no reason to hold back from it…! A-and I'll keep being your platonic safe space…! A-a true friend without sex!"

"Awesome. I'll fuck her tonight."

"C-cool!"

Deshaun squatted down and looked into her eyes. "You know, I should be more understanding too. The truth is that you actually got really jealous because you want to get dicked by me too, isn't it?"

Candice did not want to make such an admission. After all, it would imply that she had a desire other than just being friends with him, which was the initial foundation of their relationship. 'Deshaun said he wanted to make friends with white girls, but it never works out because it turns into sex…! I'm different from other girls…! I can be just friends with him even if he is super fucking hot and has a huge, fat cock…! B-but…'

His gaze and masculine scent were too powerful. It compelled a truth that she was hiding even from herself.

What should she say?

Up to this point, she had found ways to justify all her actions and feelings.

They had nothing to do with a secret desire to mate with him like a generic, stupid, racist white girl.

As long as she made no admissions out loud, she could still be certain that she was special.

Candice only cared about his well-being as a suffering black male.

She could not let go of that belief. If it crumbled, her entire mindset might change.

In that scenario, Candice might truly drop her value system and become an enormous BBC cockslut.

Candice was special!

Not like other white girls!

"If you admit it, I'll let you watch from real close when I fuck her tonight."

Just like that, Candice discovered she was not special at all.

She was very much like other white girls.

Chapter 3: Glass VS. Steel

Chapter Text

Someone rang the doorbell.

'It must be Sarah...!' Rebecca rushed to open it before Jack left his home office. "I got it!"

"Okay!" Jack yelled.

Earlier that day, after mediating the conflict between Deshaun and Johnny, Deshaun told her that Sarah would be coming later that day to see him.

Of course, there was no need for Deshaun to explain what 'see him' meant. Simply looking down at his pants was enough to murder any misunderstandings that could have occurred.

Evidently, misunderstandings were impossible either way. Rebecca was a smart woman who already understood the unbelievable sex appeal and masculine power of her adopted son. 'I've been giving him daily handjobs, titjobs, and blowjobs, but I guess a cock that energetic simply needs some real sex every now and then… But two nights in a row? Hah… I wish he hadn't fucked her so hard… Johnny probably felt really inferior having to hear her moans… I wasn't there, but I think I have a pretty good idea of what sort of sounds she must have been making.'

In the end, she was forced to mediate a small conflict between her biological son and her newly-adopted son. 'I think it went well, though… I was perfectly fair! I'm sure Deshaun appreciates it! Maybe he'll even tell everyone, hahahaha…!' She toyed with herself in her mind.

…Not that she would mind if Deshaun did do it. Her social media following grew faster the more Deshaun contributed.

'I'm just being a good, conscious mother! Good behavior gets rewarded, right? Hahahaha…! As for Johnny…' Her biological son looked dejected after she made her perfectly fair judgment. 'He's too used to having it easy… Deshaun's had a hard life! It sucks to lose your crush to a man who's taller, stronger, and manlier than you, especially if it's your brother, but he'll be fine. There's no way Johnny will make a big deal about it…' Rebecca knew her son's obedience well.

She performed her motherly role admirably…

…PLUS, Deshaun was certainly happy to be allowed sex in the house, as per his needs as a black male…

…PLUS, JUST MAYBE, he would tell people about what a great mother she was…?

Rebecca was giddy with how well things were going. 'I just feel a bit sad that I won't get to give him a boobjob tonight… It's wrong for me to say, but it's a good feeling to have my body pleasing a masculine boy like him. Is it pride…? Either way…'

She opened the door. "Hi, Sarah! Wow, you look great!" Rebecca was impressed by how produced Sarah was: Makeup, jewelry, a tight blouse, a tight mini-skirt… She clearly dressed to kill.

"Th-thanks, Mrs. Parker." She walked in, blushing. Despite nearly becoming leader of the cheerleader team – staying only behind Candice – she was a very sweet girl.

Rebecca reached in for a hug and whispered in Sarah's ear. "His cock will get SO hard with you dressed that sexily ."

Sarah was taken aback. "O-oh… I-I think so too, haha…"

…Rebecca's comment was weird. She herself did not even know why she said it. Was it not very weird for a mother to say that to her son's lover? 'I-it just came out of my mouth…'

After a bit of awkward silence, Rebecca reached into her own pocket to give something to Sarah.

"What is this…?"

"Protection." It was a pack of XXL 0.01mm condoms made for black men. "It's made for extra hung black boys. I know it's hard to believe because his cock is just so big and strong but trust me." Rebecca unwittingly smiled.

"O-oh…" Sarah looked away due to Rebecca's oddly proud comments about her adopted son's penis. "I-I don't think we'll need it, though, thank you…"

"Of course you will! You don't want to get pregnant, do you?"

"It's okay." She returned the condoms. "I'm on birth control. Plus, Deshaun isn't the type of guy who does it with condoms…"

"But… What about STDs…?"

"Does Deshaun have any?" Sarah's eyes opened with slight worry.

"Well… No, but… He's still a bit of a stranger to you, isn't he…? Isn't that too risky from your point of view…?"

"I think it's too late for that already… Plus…" She licked her lips. "…It's worth it."

Without saying anything else, Sarah walked past Rebecca and headed straight for Deshaun's room while holding onto her purse.

Rebecca watched her confident stride with fascination. 'Y-young women nowadays are a bit irresponsible, aren't they…? They probably already did it raw yesterday, but I thought it was just a rush-of-the-moment thing… This is just conscious irresponsibility…!'

For a moment, she considered taking some sort of action. 'With a cock that powerful and balls that full, I don't know if just birth control is enough… I haven't seen or heard Deshaun having sex yet, but I've seen how much he cums and how muscular he is. If he really goes at her, no birth control is stopping his seed from conceiving… He's definitely going to have a very active and fulfilling sex life with tons of women, won't he…?' Again, Rebecca unintentionally smiled as she thought of her adopted son's masculinity. 'Why does thinking of this make me feel proud and happy…? I understand that he has primal urges as a black male, but I should still encourage responsible behavior!'

Rebecca hid the condoms behind a plant and headed back to her bedroom. Jack was working in his home office and she did not want him to know Deshaun was about to have sex. Thankfully, Deshaun's and Johnny's bedrooms were on the other side of the house. 'Deshaun said he worked things out with Johnny, so it shouldn't be a problem tonight…'

"Hi, honey." To her surprise, Jack was NOT in his home office. He had a desk there too, which he often used as a secondary workstation. "I was going to bed, but I just got a call from these idiots to deal with some work mess…" He turned his notebook on and set up his earphones. "I'll try to be quick."

"No problem, I'll just be on my phone." Rebecca did not care in the least. As long as Jack did not find out Deshaun was about to sexually annihilate Johnny's big crush, all was well. 'Jack didn't mind that I lifted the no-sex rule for our children. I guess he gets that they're all of age now and it's normal for them to bring girls and boys over, but still… If he finds out Deshaun took Johnny's crush for himself, he'll snap. He's still salty about the Deborah stuff…'

…

'Deborah! I should talk to her! Ever since Deshaun had sex with her, we haven't really spoken… She doesn't know that we know, so… Hm… I'm just wondering… Could I sneak my way into finding out what it was like…? J-just because I want to know if they wore a condom!' Rebecca was morbidly curious to find out just how good sex with Deshaun could feel.

Sarah, a pure, innocent, responsible girl, was willing to do it raw with him without hesitation. Rebecca was sure that if they were talking about Johnny or any other boy, she would absolutely demand condoms in addition to her birth control use; That was the type of girl that Sarah was. 'For her to cave so easily just because Deshaun prefers it raw… C-could it simply be too good? I'm sure it feels great with that big body and dick of his, but… How good are we talking here…?'

Rebecca texted Deborah. As usual, her friend and neighbor responded back quickly. For the first several minutes of texting, it was just a casual conversation. It quickly became apparent to Rebecca that she had no clue how to sneak her way into the subject. 'I can't just ask "done any cheating recently?"!!'

To her luck, Deborah volunteered the subject at random. 'I had a sexual escapade recently! Shhhhhhhh!' She included dozens of emojis after.

After that, it was so, so easy. Rebecca had a high level of emotional intelligence: She read Deborah like an open book. The woman was desperate to vent about her fling but had nobody to talk to about it.

Accidentally, Rebecca opened a can of worms: Deborah could not stop talking about it anymore.

For the next dozens of minutes, she texted Rebecca with highly-detailed, unsolicited information about her sexual escapade.

Her lover was tall, black, and hung like a tree; He was much younger than her; His body was jacked from head to toe; His cock was so veiny that it looked like a roadmap; His grunts while fucking her were the most bestial thing she had ever heard.

And so on and so forth…

She kept going and going…

Talking and talking…

It took a bit of time for Rebecca to reach a grand epiphany.

Deborah was bragging shamelessly. She felt immensely proud of having cheated on her husband with a hunk like Deshaun.

'He cums soooooo much each time, and so many times too! His cock was so thick and just broke my pussy open, Rebecca! I had to work really hard to take it without losing my shit, but I still lost it anyway! By the time he was done with me, I was a sweaty, spermed-up mess! I haven't been able to have sex with Theo since. That guy ruined my sex life! Is this what they call being blacked? That guy just couldn't contain himself around me! I guess my perky butt is a magnet for black guys! I never thought I'd get a train run over me at this age, and by a SINGLE black guy! It was amaaaaaaazing!!' Every few words were covered in emojis. 'I melted with the way he stared at me while pounding the fuuuuuuck out of me! I've never got that feeling anywhere!'

Rebecca no longer needed to massage the conversation along. Deborah turned into a solo talking machine. 'I can understand why she's so proud about it… Getting a guy like Deshaun to fuck you hard… It must be really fulfilling as a woman, I think… Any girl who can conquer a guy like that would feel super empowered.'

…

It hit Rebecca.

Was that why she was so proudly talking about Deshaun's penis to Sarah earlier…? She had conquered Deshaun? 'But I haven't had sex with him… J-just a bit of side love… So what's with the way I feel…?'

With Deborah rambling off on her own about the amazingness of getting blacked by her unnamed black lover, Rebecca was just about ready to drop the conversation.

…And then Deborah sent a picture.

It hid Deshaun's face, of course, but it showed his massive, vein-clad body on top of her, pummeling her sweaty, cum-covered lower body

Rebecca observed the intensely-arousing sight with her jaw slacked. It was the first time she saw Deshaun in full-blown sexual action - the most she had seen before were the shadows of him fucking Deborah behind her curtains. Just like that, she easily understood why the responsible Sarah was so willing to do it raw and offer herself up for Deshaun.

All Rebecca had to do was put herself in Deborah's position with the power of her imagination and her crotch instantly went ablaze with arousal; She drooled while thinking about the possibility of being ragged like that by Deshaun.

'I snapped it when he was cumming! He was nutting so good that he didn't even notice my phone! I guess my pussy must be pretty tight! I never knew that with Theo! I really hope I get to see him again, but he hasn't been responding to my texts…' She followed her message up with sad emojis.

'Deshaun's been ignoring her…? That means he respected the agreement we made…' Rebecca was happy with the new piece of information. 'I thought that was the case, but it's nice to have confirmation… So he really does obey me, huh…?'

Tired of Deborah's humble-bragging – or perhaps not so humble – Rebecca decided to check her Instagram page. Her newest photos with Deshaun continued to blow up in views and comments. The scandal of her supposed racism vanished. 'He took this one with me earlier at the gym at my request… Deshaun is such a great boy. He helps me so much…'

Her brain wandered further into the subject. 'Come to think of it, he really is very supportive, isn't he…? He was very friendly during the little argument with Johnny earlier today, and he had every reason to get mad… He cums a lot when I service him… And he even comes up with these ideas to help my page out more…' She looked at her most popular photo yet: The one she took after boobjobbing him the other day. 'It doesn't show anything erotic, but the views and likes spiked. People can really tell that it's a bit naughty and they love it… I would've never expected to have a guy that big as my biggest asset.'

Then, it hit her.

Rebecca had tamed Deshaun; That was why she was so proud of anything related to his powerful masculinity, even if it came to fucking and interacting with girls other than him.

It was like taming a dragon.

Without even having sex with him, she had successfully tamed him. Deborah may have gotten a single fuck session with him; Sarah might become a recurring fuck…

…But SHE had TAMED him. Rebecca fully believed that she could sexually interact with Deshaun at any moment of any day if she so wished. 'I caught him watching blonde MILF porn the other day, didn't I? He's absolutely enamored with me… He'll do anything I ask for…' She looked at Jack, who was still focused on his own meeting. 'The same applies to Jack and Johnny. They'll do anything I ask for, but I don't feel the same pride… Well, of course not. They're not even half as manly as Deshaun. I mean, his dick is huge, and those muscles…'

Everything turned silent for a moment.

An important thought crossed her mind.

'I could fuck him. The woman in Deborah's picture… It could be me. Every day and night… Whenever I want… I could be the one getting banged silly… Creamed… Not Deborah, Sarah, or any other dumb bimbo… It could be me…'

It took only a few seconds of this thought pattern for the heat in her crotch to rise substantially. Soon, her leggings got stained with unsolicited fluids of excitement.

She looked at her Instagram once more; Specifically, at her most popular photo. 'If I took a few pictures after getting railed by him… M-my follower count… I-it would…' A chill climbed up her spine.

It was almost orgasmic.

Deshaun was obsessed with her. Greeting Sarah and sending her to go fuck him made her feel like a pimp. Even if other girls got to have sex with him, they were all secondary; The one Deshaun wanted was Rebecca. That, she was certain of.

It made her feel incredibly powerful. 'I'm such a great mother!' …Though she hid her shallow feelings behind noble motherhood.

And if she were to go ahead with fucking Deshaun, it would have to be… '…Raw… For sure…' Her eyes were drawn to her cabinet. Silently, she opened it. 'My old birth control is still here… I stopped taking these after Jack had a vasectomy. Should I get on them again…?'

"Okay, look, screw you. If you're going to keep being stupid, I'll just go to sleep." Her husband's voice snapped her off her introspective state. He was saying something to someone in his meeting.

Rebecca could not do something like have sex with Deshaun. It would be wrong on a wide variety of levels. She closed her drawer, thankful for maintaining enough sanity to hold back.

Masturbating and servicing him whenever she wanted would have to be enough. 'No, not whenever *I* want. It has to be when HE wants… Which is nightly. I'm not my son's lover. Jesus, what's wrong with me…? This was all about keeping him sated and away from having irresponsible sex, remember? That's all… I mean, some sexing will still happen with other girls, but still…'

"I KNOW there's not going to be a market crash, I'm not a fucking moron, you stupid fuck. What's wrong with you? Did your mom not love you enough? Did she stop breastfeeding you too early, huh? Is this it? Are you trying to bust my balls because you want mommy's milk back? How dumb can you possibly get?"

Rebecca stifled laughter from hearing Jack snapping at someone; This occurred sometimes during work meetings. As manager of his hedge fund, he had little patience for disagreements.

"It's a hedge! Do you know what a hedge is?! You don't hedge your bets because you KNOW things will go south. You do it IN CASE things go south! Do you know why everyone remembers me? Because when every fund was shooting up 4% a month in 2008, I was the idiot buying OTM puts every month, so my P was only 1.5 or 2.0% up a month. When the crash happened, I was the only one in the green; Meanwhile, those cucks lost everything AND more. You think I KNEW shit was going down? I'm not a Hollywood schmuck who looks out the window and has a miraculous epiphany or a secret Illuminati member who has insider information like everyone fucking thinks we are! I HEDGED JUST IN CASE! GOT IT?! SO MAKE THE FUCKING HEDGE AND STOP ASKING ME! I DON'T KNOW SHIT, I JUST HEDGE ALWAYS! IF YOU DON'T DO IT, YOU'RE FIRED!" He paused. "Oh, yeah, the kids are doing great. No way! Really? That's wonderful. No way! That's so cute. Yeah, I love dogs. Maybe I should get one. Oh, no, I haven't watched it yet… Really? I'll think about it. Beer tomorrow? Sure. See you at 12 tomorrow, buddy. Okay, bye."

Once Jack left the meeting, the room became a lot quieter. "Sorry about that, honey. These guys always crack me up with their stupidity. I'm telling you, this new generation is cursed. I can't believe people ask me about crypto unironically… Hah! Can you believe- Hm? What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I thought I just saw you swallow something."

"Hm? I don't think so. That was a great speech by the way."

"Speech? I was just ranting. I don't think I convinced anyone, I'll just override these morons tomorrow."

"Well, it convinced *me*." Rebecca shut the drawer. "Hedging IS important."

Johnny looked through the lenses of the camera on the tripod. "I-it's good… It's going to film just fine."

"Awesome. Good thing my brother is a great tech guy, right? I've filmed a lot of these, but I don't really understand how to get the best quality. Thanks, buddy." Deshaun praised him, sitting at the front edge of the bed.

Sitting beside him was Sarah, wearing nothing but her makeup and trim lace red lingerie. "Can he leave now…?" She asked Deshaun. "I don't really want to have sex with him looking…"

"No can do, girl." Deshaun firmly grabbed her leg, making her instantly melt for him. "I need him there to keep an eye on the equipment." He winked at Johnny.

It was a lie so Johnny could stay. Earlier that day, Deshaun invited him to watch as a way to make up for what he did. '…Why did I accept this…? I could still leave, couldn't I…? But… For some reason…' Johnny was going to stay and watch as the crush of his life got brutally fucked by Deshaun – a crush that had feelings for him until yesterday evening, when she ultimately fell in love with Deshaun for no reason other than his sex appeal.

It was pathetic.

Johnny felt like a loser.

Looking at her tiny body sitting beside his giant figure made him feel grossly inadequate.

Sarah's gaze reinforced the same notion. "Fine… But it's gross. I can't believe you're down with this, Johnny…"

Her judgmental stare was nothing like the cute gaze he was used to. The present situation completely destroyed whatever image Sarah had of Johnny.

The pain he felt was immeasurable. So much so that he was ready to cave. "D-do you want me to leave…?" He did not want her to feel disrespected by him.

"I'd rather you leave, yeah, so I can have proper sex with Deshaun. Otherwise, I feel like you're going to get a boner while looking at me naked, and I don't know if I'm okay with- Nghhhh!" Deshaun slapped her ass, interrupting her speech.

"Ignore this bitch, Johnny. All these white girls play tough, but they behave like total nymphos the moment the dick gets in. She's just pretending she's hot stuff, but you heard her last night, didn't you? Did she moan like some proud, respectful girl?"

"D-don't say that, stop! You're so baaaad!" Sarah giggled nervously, completely changing gears.

"Hey, you gotta be honest! She didn't even care about getting creamed, Johnny. Don't mind ANYTHING this bitch says, okay? She's not on your side, she just wants some dick. I'm the one you gotta trust here, and I want you to stay and watch."

"Come ooooon! It's just because it felt too good! I'm not TRYING to be a bitch!"

"Then let my bro stay and watch, or you ain't getting any. And if he wants to tug, let him. White guys gotta empty their pipes somehow! It's not like YOU'RE offering to milk him out."

"Ew, no way, gross…!" She laughed while keeping her eyes locked with Deshaun's. "I only wanna milk you…!"

Their brief interaction left Johnny heartbroken. Thankfully, he had little time to dwell on it: As soon as Sarah reached in for a kiss…

"When the FUCK are you two going to start instead of acting like lovey-dovey little birds?" A woman's voice interrupted them, coming from the other corner of the room, parallel to Johnny.

Johnny had forgotten a really curious question because of his focus on setting up the camera, but now his mind had to wonder…

'Why is my sister even here?!'

Candice had been there all the time, silently watching while leaning with her back against the corner. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were dry and bloodshot from lack of blinking. She stared at Sarah and Deshaun almost in a creepy way.

Her eyes turned to Johnny.

Correction: She stared FOR SURE in a creepy way.

"My sister's right, let's get started." Deshaun announced. "Lemme just get set up…" He stood up and removed his clothes, leaving his body covered only by his boxers.

Johnny already knew because of the porn videos he was shown, but seeing it from up close was a whole other experience in terms of feeling inadequate: Deshaun was ridiculously bigger than him in every possible way.

Sarah, Candice, and Johnny looked tiny in comparison.

The thought that such a hulking man would soon be pounding away on top of his crush's body made his heart ache horribly.

Looking to the side, he wondered what Candice was thinking. The moment Deshaun got naked, she crossed her arms even harder, sinking her fingers against her skin while gritting her teeth. Whatever was going on in her mind was certainly intense. 'Whatever… My sister's weird. Maybe she's just here to support her friend? Why am *I* even here? Everything about this is fucked up…'

"Click start!"

"…Done."

"Alright, folks, I have this beeeeautiful piece of meat with me here today! Sarah, why don't you introduce yourself? It's your first time on my channel, and I get the feeling you're going to be a banger!" He grabbed her inner legs, shamelessly rubbing her pussy lips with his big fingers over her lingerie.

Sarah played with her hair, blushing and giggling. "Hiii… I'm Sarah. I'm actually super nervous, wow... With the camera on it's so much more difficult… Nghhh … Oh, and this guy is such a thug… ! He won't even let me speak without rubbing with me already." She locked eyes with Deshaun. "Should I…? I should, right…?" Following his implied command, she spread her legs open to the camera. "Look… He already made me wet. His big dick will be going in and out a lot today…"

"How old are you, Sarah?"

"19…"

"Have you ever had sex with a black man before me?"

"No… You took my virginity."

"Oh, boy, I've ruined you for life then, haven't I?"

"You sure have… I can't imagine sex with a small white penis now…"

"And we only fucked for the first time yesterday, right?"

"Yeah. I came to your place on a date with your brother and… Well…" She looked to the side nervously. "…We talked a bit and I thought you were a great guy… I totally fell for you… And here we are…"

Her words cut deep into Johnny's heart, making him nearly screech from a mix of sadness and anger, but not because of her supposed emotional attraction to Deshaun.

Rather, because she was categorically lying. 'There was no 'talking' or 'thinking Deshaun was a nice guy' or any of that bullshit! She just thought he's hot! She liked his big dick! Why the fuck is she dressing this thing up like some sort of love story?! There's no depth to any of it!!'

"So you felt an emotional connection between us?"

"Oh, yeah, for sure. I'm a demisexual, you know? I'm actually different from most girls. I can't feel sexual attraction if there's no emotional attraction first, so I really can't do shallow sex. It's because there really is something between us, at least in my eyes…"

'YOU BITCH!' Johnny never felt so much rage in his life. 'Acting like some special snowflake…! Emotional attraction?! Demisexual?! Just admit it's because he made you horny!!! Don't make it some beautiful romance BULLSHIT!' Sarah's dishonesty made him so pissed that he buried his teeth into his lips, frustrated. 'You filthy whore…! I hate this…! Why am I still watching…?!'

…Because of the burning boner between his legs. Johnny could get as angry as he wanted over Sarah's dishonesty or romanticized perception of reality; He would not leave.

"So it's all because I'm a great guy? I thought you just wanted to ride my big black dick."

"Well, that too!" She giggled like a shameless bimbo.

"And why are you so open to being fucked on video?"

"Because you said I had to, or you wouldn't fuck me. Not that I mind… I really like you. I'll let you film me and put me online if it helps you cum even harder. It's important to me that you feel good…" She gently caressed his leg while giving him a lustful look.

"You can correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like you had a bit of a thing against black guys when we met. Is that true?"

"No, of course not, are you crazy? I've always loved black people!" Her bimbo giggling reached unprecedented levels.

So did Johnny's anger. 'Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!' His heart rammed against his chest. 'I thought this girl was the sweetest…! She's just a fucking whore…!'

"Anything else you want to say before we start?"

"Yeah, actually. I think we should start working harder as a society to start seeing black people as humans who deserve the same rights and- Huh?"

"Get the FUCK OFF, you WHORE!"

That was the last thing Johnny heard before he saw an open hand swing from right to left at a massive, fast arc toward Sarah's face.

It was not his hand. Johnny remained perfectly in place behind the camera.

It was obviously not Deshaun's hand either…

'I can't sleep…' Rebecca was agitated. Somewhere in this house, right now, there was a woman getting fucked by Deshaun. 'I know what it LOOKS like, kind of… But I've never HEARD him doing anyone… Maybe I'm exaggerating all of this… I can't believe I actually took birth control. Well, it's not like I'll do anything… There's a line and I won't cross it. It's just…'

She thought of Deshaun's towering, muscular figure smashing Deborah's body in the photo from earlier.

'…With that much masculinity… There's always a risk that I'll end up getting fucked by him. Nobody's ever lost anything for being smart, so, no need to feel guilty.'

The area between her legs burned.

…

…

…

'Isn't it too much to only have an image and not know what it sounds like? I just wonder how a woman moans when a dick that big is in her… I moan a bit with Jack, but it's gotta be something insane with a hung cock like Deshaun's, right…? And with all that power and stamina…'

The area between her legs throbbed.

…

…

…

'I should check in on Sarah.' Rebecca got off the bed and left the bedroom in her nightgown. "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Okay…" Jack grumbled, semi-asleep.

Her intentions were pure and motherly.

They had nothing to do with a lewd desire to complement the image of sex with the sounds of sex.

If anything, she had a moral duty to ensure her son's sex life was going well, so why not check it?

As she approached Deshaun's room, her heart rate increased.

It peaked once she heard the first sounds of the act taking place inside.

"Yeeeeeees… ! Fuck that tight pussy, you stupid fucking nigger… ! Ooooooooh… ! That's all you're good for… ! Stretching me oooout… ! Nigger ! Dumbo ! Idiot ! Thug ! Nghhhooooooooooh !" Sarah moaned maniacally between words, clearly struggling from breathlessness induced by fierce pounding.

And what a pounding it was. 'I-I can hear every single thrust…! He's crashing his hips on her…!' Rebecca thought back to Sarah's figure. 'She's athletic, but there's no way she can take a pummeling this violent!' There was barely a second in-between each loud clap; It was clear that Deshaun was brutally mauling Sarah's pussy. 'And the things she's saying…'

"Nghhh ! Hoooh ! Ooooh ! Stupid nigger ! Mnghhh ! You don't like it ?! When I call you… ! What you are… ?! Ooooooooh… ! What difference does it make… ?! Uuuuuuungh… ! You still won't stop… ! Fucking me… ! Because you're just… ! A dumb, horny… ! Brute… ! Nghooooooooh… ! I'm cummiiiiing… ! From that fat, useless nigger coooock… ! Ooooooooooooh ! Cock slave… !"

Apparently, Sarah was a raging, nasty racist!

Rebecca was beyond astounded at the vile words coming out of her mouth. 'I never thought this of her! Sarah looked like such a nice girl… But even then, she's cumming so much… Even a racist wants to get rammed by Deshaun…? Amazing…' She leaned against the door to hear better. 'The bed's creaking so much… The wet slapping sound… Wait, why isn't she moaning anymore…? What is that, growling…? Is he choking her?' Her legs rubbed together while she listened.

A few seconds later, the racist ramblings returned with a desperate gasp for air. "Haaaaaah … Haaaaaah … You don't like it when I say it how it is ? NGHHH !" A louder, sharper slap interrupted her words. "Niiiiice… ! That's exactly how a dumb nigger should behave! KHHHHH !" Again. "That's it… ! I like it rough ! Be my good little slave and smack my face up if you want ! KHHHH ! NGHHHH ! Yeeeees, good boy ! MNGHHH ! Keep moving for me you RETARD ! KHHHH !"

It was too much.

Rebecca was freaked out in multiple ways.

Sarah's blatant racism;

The violence of the sex;

…And how horny she got. 'I'm drenched… It feels nice to touch… It's just like when I service him, I get so sensitive down here…' For a few seconds, she rubbed her pussy lips. Rebecca was far too cool-headed to do something as stupid as rubbing off on the hallway, though. 'I'll maybe do it in the bathroom.'

Just as she intended to leave, she stopped and looked back at the door once more.

'Deshaun really is an incredible young man, isn't he…?'

"Go, go, go, go, goooo ! Pack my womb with that disgusting, filthy, inferior- KHHHH ! Nigger cum ! Give it to meeeeee… !"

Rebecca could not hold back her smile, feeling so proud of him and his stupendous sexual prowess. 'To think a super strong and sexual boy like him is hopelessly enamored with me… I'm pretty magnificent myself, aren't I?' She quickly accepted and converted the present situation to her emotional and mental favor, completely bypassing the narcissistic reality of her logic.

Just as she intended to leave, she remembered one more thing.

Her biological son.

'He must be suffering a lot with Sarah moaning so much… I should check in on him. But first…' She looked down her legs. '…I can't walk in like this.' Rebecca reached and scooped the vaginal juices streaming down her legs, drinking all of them until her legs were clear. 'Okay, let's go.' She did her best to ignore the sounds of mindbreaking sex taking place in Deshaun's room – he was Johnny's neighbor.

At first, she knocked on the door. After receiving no response, she walked in. 'He's not here… Deshaun did say he fixed things up with Johnny, so maybe he agreed to be out of the house tonight? But without telling me…? I figured he'd be in here using the noise-cancelling earphones I got him… Oh, well. Time to go back.'

…Is what she truly meant to do, but Rebecca was too smart. SHe realized something.

Johnny's room had privileged access to the audible sex show taking place in Deshaun's room.

…His bed was empty.

…Johnny would likely not be back anytime soon.

…

…Why masturbate in the bathroom to her imagination and memory, when she could do it to the real thing…?

It did not take her long to decide. Rebecca was a woman of action, with tons of determination; Once the idea entered her head, the future was certain.

She lied down on her son's bed, spread her legs open, shoved three fingers into her pussy and…

"Nghhhhh… !"

…Added her own moans to the mix for the next half hour.

"Hah … Hah … Hah …" Rebecca's chest heaved up and down. 'I can't believe I just fingerbanged three orgasms out of myself on Johnny's bed while hearing my adoptive son fucking Sarah! I must be going nuts…!' Despite her mental self-reprimanding, Rebecca did not feel bad whatsoever.

In fact, she was in a great mood.

She left the room and headed for the bathroom while sporting a big smile, mentally encouraging her adoptive son to do his best, as if she were cheering for him in some kind of sport. 'Pound her to hell and heaven and then some more, Deshaun! I love the effort and hard work!' Anything that increased her respect for him also boosted her self-love and self-esteem by proxy.

After wiping her legs clean of pussy juice, Rebecca returned to her bedroom. 'My legs are a bit shaky… Considering how often I squat and deadlift, I really didn't expect to feel soreness simply from masturbating. Could it be that my body is not used to cumming so many times in a row?' She briefly thought back to her sexual experiences with Jack thus far. 'That might be it, actually… Speaking of the devil…'

Jack was, to her surprise, awake, using his phone on the bed. His face implied something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Jack? Did your subordinates annoy you again? Or did crude oil tank again?"

"I WANT crude oil to tank."

"Did it?"

"Not tonight."

"Then what's wrong?" She lied on the bed.

Jack paused before answering. "Do you know if anything's wrong between Candice and Sarah?"

"Huh?" Rebecca found the question to be oddly well-timed, considering Sarah was getting fucked silly in their own house at that very moment – albeit, without Jack's knowledge. "As far as I know, they're perfectly fine."

"Huh… If you say so… Did you know she was here?"

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…

…

"WAS here?"

"Yeah. I just saw her leave, and she was super upset about Candice. There was this big hand mark on her face, and she was crying. I think they fought and Candice slapped her or something. Weird, right?"

Rebecca was shocked. 'She left while I was cleaning myself up in the bathroom? But that's so fast… From the sounds they were making when I finished masturbating, I thought they'd keep going a LOT more.'

"You didn't see her when you got up to go to the bathroom?" Jack asked.

…

What a weird question.

…

How would Rebecca have seen Sarah? She left half an hour ago, and Sarah had just now left.

…

'…Right?'

…

An insane scenario slowly creeped its way into Rebecca's mind.

…

But it was too crazy, so she sought confirmation. "How would I? I went to the bathroom, like, 30 minutes ago."

"Yeah, that's when I saw her leave. I went to the bathroom too, but I went to the other one by the entrance door. I caught her running out in tears just as I was entering. She didn't want to talk to me, but she mentioned the Candice thing."

"Sarah left half an hour ago…? But that's impossible."

"Impossible? Why? I literally saw it."

"…Because… Right now… Uh…"

Time slowed down for Rebecca.

A mere elimination of the impossible resulted in the inevitable conclusion that the insane scenario had to be true.

She froze up, astounded.

Right now, in Deshaun's room…

Candice was getting fucked like a living, emotionless sex toy.

"Ooooooooh ! That's iiiit… ! Good fucking job, you piece of black meat… ! Nghhhhhhh ! Khhhhhhhh… ! Go ahead and strangle me… ! Like the fucking beefy thug you are… ! Hihihihehehehe… !" She laughed with a raspy voice as Deshaun violently strangled her, turning her head red in a split-second.

Meanwhile, he continued to brutally ram her pussy in a savage, dominant mating press. The bedsheets quickly became soaked from sweat and ridiculous volumes of pussy juice, which would simply not stop leaking from her hole, despite Deshaun's monstrous black cock keeping it plugged to the limit.

"Ooooooooh … I love iiiiiit… ! This fat nigger cock is just so goooood… ! That's riiight… ! Keep working hard to please me… ! Nghhhhh… ! KHHH ! NGHH ! UNGH ! Awesome… ! Hit harder… ! Really mark my body with your big, dirty hands, you big ogre… ! Hihihihihehehehehe… !" No amount of physical punishment was able to cease her endless taunting; If anything, it just instigated it further, making her giggle like some maniacal, high whore.

"Damn, you're fucking annoying, Candy…!" Deshaun pinned her against the bed by the neck again. "What happened to all that talk about being progressive or my ally or whatever?"

"I'm totally helping… ! Khhhh… !" She slurred the words past the dangerous pressure on her windpipe, making her face and neck pop with veins. "Sarah is just a generic white bitch… ! Screw her… ! I'm the cheerleader captain… ! If you're gonna nut good, nut in me… ! Not that rude, narcissistic fuck… !"

Deshaun stopped and laughed at her response. "You're shitting me. You think SHE is rude and narcissistic?!"

"And a racist… ! Nghhhh… !" She disregarded Deshaun's imposed pause and moved her hips up and down on her own – whatever little she could with his big body pinning her down. "Come on… ! Shove that black cock in me, you dumb monkey… !"

Her racist taunting was met with a rough smack to the face. All it did was make Candice giggle and shoot her face back into position fast. "Aaaaah, you just can't help yourself… ! Black men are all violent thugs… ! But I forgive you… ! Just fuck the shit outta me and I won't tell the cops… ! Because I'm different from other girls… !"

"I'm not going to keep fucking you if you're going to keep up that façade of being a progressive snowflake. Be honest, stupid bitch."

"Ghhhhh… Ghahahahah… Khhhhhh…" Candice laughed, drooling like a madwoman. "As if you could hold back… ! I can feel your cock throbbing in my womb… ! You didn't hold back at all when I beat Sarah out of here… ! You think you can stop fucking me… ?! Go ahead and pull out of my tight pussy if you can then! Nigger ! Monkey ! Idiot ! Slave !"

"You braindead bimbo…!" Veins of anger popped all over Deshaun's head as he raised his hips and descended them at full force once more, making the bed and her body quake with the full brunt of his pounding.

Johnny was too stunned to even blink.

Half an hour ago, when it looked like Deshaun and Sarah were about to start having sex, Candice snapped and smacked her face.

It was the first time Johnny saw Deshaun look uncool; The tall black man was as surprised as him.

Candice screeched like a freak at Sarah, hurled every possible insult existent – and then some more – and then forced Sarah out of the room, telling her to never look at Deshaun again.

Johnny considered going after Sarah, but what happened next stunned him even more: Candice removed her clothes, slapped Deshaun on the face, and ordered him to 'fuck her like the nigger that he is'.

Unexpectedly, he said no, though it was likely just to be contrarian to Candice's authoritarianism.

…His denial barely lasted a minute.

With Candice forcing herself on him and throwing insult after insult at the man, he ultimately took the bait and started fucking her out of irritation.

It was easy to interpret what went through Deshaun's head at the time: Candice was either a virgin or very inexperienced; Deshaun was as alpha as alpha could get, with an enormous build and a gigantic cock. Within seconds of penetrating her, Candice should shut up and submit. Then, he would have fun playing with her submissive self and getting her to admit to all sorts of depravities about herself while her body broke down against his remarkable sexual dominance.

In truth, Johnny imagined the same outcome.

They were only partially right.

Candice's body had most certainly broken down. It was easier to notice the moments when her legs were NOT shaking, since she seemed to be stuck in a state of permanent orgasm. Similarly, she MUST have been in pain, considering how tense her muscles were and how often she clenched her teeth.

However, the part about her being submissive…

"Oooooooh ! I knew you couldn't stop… ! You've got cock for brains… ! Keep gooooing… ! Good boy, good boy… ! Keep making me cum, you dumb meathead… ! Uuuuuuuungh… ! Use me to relieve all that negro spunk from your nasty, filthy balls… ! Nghooooooooh… !"

…It did not exist.

Candice was madly topping from the bottom.

Johnny had no idea what was going on in her mind, but it was evident that some sort of latch was broken. 'W-wasn't she all about being progressive…? Wh-what the fuck is this…? What am I witnessing…?'

Between Sarah being a massive, hypocritical whore, and Candice being a colossal, hypocritical racist – and whore – Johnny found himself losing trust in women. 'A-are all of them like this…?! You get a big guy with a big dick in front of them and they reveal who they really are?!' He thought of every single girl he ever felt something for. 'Would they all act the same way?!'

Despite having no actual confirmation, Johnny knew the answer deep in his heart.

Of course they all would.

The shock of the situation before him was enough to forever mold his worldview.

However, he maintained one spark of hope in his mind.

His mother, Rebecca, was certainly not like this.

Johnny's trust in his mother kept him from fully losing his mind and turning bitter.

With such a conclusion reached, Johnny could finally leave the room!

…

…

…

But instead, he touched his bulge over his pants and continued to watch for some reason.

"Aaaaaah, that's the stuuuuuuff… ! Hooooooooooh… ! It's okay to fuck the shit out of me… ! You're just useless, aren't you… ?! This is all you're good for… ! Black men are just sex toys… ! Uuuuuuuungh… ! I fucking hate you… ! But I love your cock… ! Goooooo… ! Cumming again… !"

"Annoying…! Brat…!" Deshaun backed away from their mating press, supported his fists against the bedsheets, and somehow found the strength to thrust even harder. The sound made by his hips animalistically crashing against Candice was loud and scary enough to make Johnny flinch a few times. "What's with you behaving…! Like a complete fucking bitch…?! You think I wanna fuck you like this…?!"

"Go ahead and stop then… ! Just stop moving your cock !" She did not take even a second to call out his threat, laughing straight at his face.

"I'm not kidding, Candy…! I'm going to fuck you so hard that- Bitch!!" She smacked him straight across the face, leaving him wide-eyed in astonishment.

Candice giggled like an idiot. "Why are you trying to speak like you're smart or something? Aren't you supposed to be raping me, you meathead nigger ? All you have is cum for brains ! Your purpose is manual labor, not big thinking, 'kaaaaay ?!" While Deshaun was surprised by her sudden slap, she gave him another one and then giggled harder, waiting for his reaction.

After that, it was pure instinctual brutality.

Every single inch of every muscle in Deshaun's body became covered in veins as he clenched his teeth in unabated fury.

Candice was making a joke of him.

No doubt, he had never fucked a girl who taunted him so much – especially an inexperienced girl, as Johnny assumed Candice to be.

'He's probably holding back because Candice is a little kid under his body, but… I-I think she went too far…! What's wrong with my sister?! I didn't know she was some sort of sex maniac… And a really racist one at that!'

For better or for worse, Candice's taunting worked. She instigated Deshaun into giving her the mindbreaking AND bodybreaking pounding that she so eagerly desired.

It was a miracle that the bed did not break from-

"NGHHhhhoooooooooh !!" Candice's body convulsed frantically as the bed broke underneath them. She panted and moaned hysterically as he ruthlessly brutalized her pussy by thrusting his hips with immense strength.

At some point, a small protrusion formed in Candice's flat stomach; Deshaun had broken through her cervix and into her womb.

Of course, such an event was merely natural. He was pounding her with the strength to murder; No cervix would possibly hold back such a hard, powerful cock being repeatedly lunged by a giant monster of pure muscle.

Rather, the surprising part was how uneventful the womb-penetration was. Amidst the psychotic, rough railing, there was not even a specially guttural moan or orgasmic seizure to tell it apart from the rest of Candice's howling. "Nghhh ! Ghhhh ! Uuuungh ! Khhhh ! Mnghhh !"

The simple fact was that she was already cumming as hard as she possibly could. The lack of constant squirting was likely purely due to Deshaun's cock never fully pulling out, keeping her tight, amateurish vaginal cavity plugged to the brim; Not that it impeded her overflowing sex juices from leaking out and aromatizing the room. The bed and sheets were indubitably ruined for life.

Deshaun also got what HE wanted; By raising the intensity of his thrusts to the max and then a little beyond, Candice was officially shut up. Between the physical strain of having her insides ferociously gouged and stretched out and the continuous, uncontrollable moaning, there was simply no room or time to speak.

If it could even be called such a thing, it was undoubtedly Deshaun's victo-

"Khhhhh…!" He suddenly stopped thrusting. Deshaun flexed his neck, clenched his teeth, and collapsed forward, burying his head in Candice's tiny neck.

'What's… Happening…?' Johnny could not understand what could be happening to put him into such a submissive position. 'If he doesn't keep going, Candy will…'

"Aaaaaaaah, what a great feeling… !" Candice snapped back in full force thanks to the slight break. "That's okay, go ahead … I'll be a nice girl and let you empty all your inferior black nut in my womb, 'kaaaaaay… ? Oh, God, I'm cumming too… ! Oooooooooh… ! Nghooooooooh… ! Uuuuuuuungh… ! It's so much… ! No wonder you're all so poor… ! How can you focus on being useful members… ! Of society… ! When you've got all this thick cum to release… ? Black guys just gotta fuck a lot, no way around it… ! Nghhhhooooh… !"

Johnny could not believe what he was seeing.

Candice's narrow hole beat Deshaun's hard black cock. Her pussy lips clenched madly around the girthy, veiny penis.

'There's just no way… What is even happening…? How is a small girl like her outfucking this guy…?' He thought back to Sarah's guttural moans of maddening pleasure the previous night; Then, to the dozens of porn videos with women who were likely extremely experienced.

None of it made sense.

Candice's body could not possibly take so much hard fucking.

Was it all mental? Was her mind out of whack?

Regardless, the momentum was all Candice's.

Deshaun kept his head buried against her neck to suppress what were likely pathetic/submissive groans of pleasure as his cock pumped massive volumes of cum; Still, all he accomplished was to turn them into bestial grunts that aroused Candice further.

"That's okay… ! It's hard being a black boy, isn't it… ? I know, I know …" With a hoarse, exhausted voice, she hugged his nape and kissed the side of his head while also hugging his lower back with her legs. "You just can't help it… Your brain was born stupid… That's why I'm always fighting for you guys… Black lives matter… It's okay … Let it all out in my pussy … I won't judge you for being so simpleminded and pervy …"

While supposedly coddling him, she ground her hips against his pulsating, ejaculating cock, increasing the intensity of his grunts by extracting more cum in his moment of greatest vulnerability.

Was Candice doing it on purpose…? Was she a master at sex…?

The smug smile on her face certainly implied so. He was cumming so much that the protuberation in her stomach expanded slightly in real-time; Yet, she did not mind it, encouraging it further with her own hip movements.

Nevertheless, Deshaun did not take kindly to her condescending talk. After over a minute of grunting and shaking wildly, he once more backed away from the mating press, supported himself with his fists on the bed and- "Khh!" Candice slapped him again.

"Just fuck me, you big negro! Isn't that all you're good for?! Nghhoooooo… !"

Johnny watched with horror as his sister tamed Deshaun.

What a turnabout of a night it was.

"Oooooooh ! Nghoooooh ! Yeeeees… ! It's even better from behind… ! Uuuuuungh… ! Fuck yeaaaah… ! My asscheeks are getting destroyed by a big, dumb thug… ! Ooooooooh… !"

"Khhhh…! Annoying fucking brat…!" Deshaun stopped slapping her ass while pummeling her from behind against the wall; He started slapping her back, marking every inch of her skin with his hand.

"Nghh ! Ghhh ! Ungh ! Ooh ! Mnghh !" The added pain was enough to shut Candice up. For several seconds, all she did was moan and cum while suffering from the excruciating feeling. From the way her face contorted, Johnny truly worried his sister could break a bone from the senseless smacking.

"Had enough now?!" Deshaun gave her a break; Or was he giving himself a break? Both of their chests heaved desperately for air.

"Oh, yeeees… ! I can't take it anymore… ! But I'm just your rape victim, so who cares, right… ?!" She provoked him while immediately contradicting herself by thrusting her hips back.

Deshaun clenched his teeth in renewed anger, choked her neck, and resumed destroying her pussy from behind.

"Oooooooooooh… !"

"Ghnnnn… ! Nghhhh… ! Mnghhh… !" Candice was getting cruelly speared on the bed, with one leg raised against Deshaun's sweaty, swollen chest, and the other stretched out on the bed, forcing her into a partial split. Because Deshaun constantly forced his weight forward, her flexibility was tested to the limit.

…But this was not a show of force on his end.

Instead, it was a show of weakness.

Deshaun was in need of the extra leverage to stress Candice out and bring things to a level field, because…

"Keep gooooing… ! Why aren't you shooting more black cum in me… ? Don't tell me you're running out of gas… ? I only counted five… Uuuuuungh… ! Weren't you just born to reproduce, like a mindless animal… ? Come on… Breed with me… I'm letting you have a run at my high-quality white pussy … Shouldn't a black orphan like you take advantage of me… ?" She paused and started laughing. "Oh, sorry… I didn't need to add the 'orphan' part, did I? Ghahahahaha …" Despite her breathlessness and exhausted body, Candice had somehow tapped into an infinite well of sexual energy.

In response to her taunting, Deshaun once more grabbed her neck hard, sinking his fingers into it.

"That's too weak … Are you getting tired… ? Do it like this …" She returned his pressure by grabbing his neck with her tiny hands and squeezing as hard as she could – which was nothing, in relative terms, but enough to piss Deshaun off.

Yet again, he launched himself into a sprint of barbaric, crude fucking, sending Candice into a volatile spiral of intense, body-quaking orgasms.

It never worked in his favor.

By making her cum like crazy, her insides clamped up on his dick with equal ferocity, forcing him to cum.

…And whenever he started cumming, turning his cock sensitive…

"Why'd you slow down… ?! Come oooooon… ! The back of my womb is burning… ! You can keep punching it with your big strong cock, you dumb brute… ! Maul me… !" …Candice's brattiness returned in full swing, taking advantage of his moment of weakness. "Aaaah, nevermind… ! I feel the cum splashing… ! Amazing… ! I'm totes stuffed… ! Mnghhhh… !"

Just like she said, her flat stomach had turned into a tiny belly. The only thing keeping it from turning bigger was the leaking and splashing produced by his harsh, violent pistoning.

Likely because of how long they had been fucking, both Candice and Deshaun slowed down to take a breath

With things finally calming down a little, Johnny found himself with room to think.

It was then that he had a grand realization. "D-Deshaun."

Both the black man and his sister looked his way with surprise; Apparently, they had forgotten about his existence.

"…Y-you could get her to shut up by fucking her mouth instead."

Silence.

…

Long silence.

…

Pure silence.

…

Candice and Deshaun looked at Johnny with a degree of bewilderment that he had never seen in his life.

What the hell had he just said?

Why would he even say something like that?

It was the most pathetic thing to have ever come out of his mouth.

Here he was, watching his sister getting banged like a worthless prostitute and analyzing it as if it was some sport game; He went as far as giving a battle strategy to his adoptive brother to help beat her.

'Beat her? This isn't a fight or sport! What's wrong with me?! Did I really get this immersed in watching my sister getting railed?! What?!'

Being stared at after saying something so embarrassing was killing him. Johnny turned red out of pure embarrassment. The silence only made things worse.

Luckily – or not – the silence was soon broken by Candice.

She did not say anything to him.

Instead, she just laughed and laughed…

…And laughed and laughed…

…And laughed and laughed…

…And laughed and moaned…

…And moaned and moaned…

…And moaned and came…

…And came and taunted…

…And so the night went on.

Deshaun never did follow Johnny's great battle plan. His pride got in the way.

"Oooooooooh… !"

Johnny never left either, but not out of pride.

He was just a big loser who found the rough sex fascinating.

It was something he would never achieve with anyone. Even his mother explained it yesterday. 'For me to find a girl… I have to pick from the ones Deshaun is not interested in. So… In terms of being a man, I'm completely behind him… This sort of sex is impossible for me…'

…But he could at least watch.

Just like Candice seemed to be coming onto her own self, so was Johnny.

…As a loser with an erection.

How many hours had passed?

Candice had no idea.

It was hard to keep track of time when your life turns into one big, continuous orgasm.

On top of her, on the bed, Deshaun had turned into dead weight. He stopped moving a few minutes ago, but Candice was too weak to move him to the side; Plus, she enjoyed grinding a few more orgasms and cum out of him. "Ooooh, poor black boy… I guess he needs a bit of rest after all the slave labor he did for his white sister. It's okay, Deshaun. You shouldn't feel inferior just because you're a hostage to my juicy pussy. It's just how things go for black boys and white girls, right…?"

Whatever she said made him move slightly to the side, freeing her. Though she could – and wanted to – keep going, it was time to stop. Her adoptive brother was truly done for.

She got up, cleaned herself off with the dry parts of the bedsheets, and dressed up. "That was fun. I got to cum a whoooole lot. I know why white women love black guys so much now… Getting fucked by a big black meat club is crazy good… Hm? What are you staring at, Johnny? Are you sad you didn't get to see Sarah getting destroyed instead of me? Or were you cheering for your big brother here? Honestly, toxic masculinity is just the worst… Ah, but Deshaun is black, so maybe you should cheer for him to make for your internalized racism."

"I-internalized racism…? A-are you kidding me right now…?"

"Hm? Oh, I guess I said some nasty things, right?" She giggled. "Just ignore all that. I got a liiiiittle carried away. You know how much I fight for the blacks! It's fine! Bye-bye!"

"B-bye…"

Just as she intended to leave, Candice remembered they were filming. 'Right, I completely forgot. I never gave an intro.'

She sat back down on the edge of the bed with a big, bright smile, ignoring the collapsed black man behind her. "Hi, guys. I don't want to be rude, but I got a little distracted trying to help my brother empty his balls. You know how black guys are, right? As his sister, I just felt responsible for helping him feel good. All these other white girls are nasty and try to take advantage of black men for their bodies. I'm different, so it made more sense for him to pump his sperm into me than into Sarah. I'm Candice Parker, 18 years old, and this was my first time with a black man. If you're watching this and you're a white guy, please don't jerk too much. It's gross. If you're a woman, knock yourself out! I'm all for empowerment. If you're a black guy… What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be looking for a job or something? Break the cycle of poverty! Geez… There's only so much people like me can do by supporting social movements, okay? Do your part too! Bye-bye!" She got up and left, ignoring Johnny's stunned face.

…Then she came back. "I forgot. This dumbo here said he wanted to start joining my posts online, so why don't I take the lead instead? Follow Blonde With An Attitude on Instagram! I'm sure you'll see me again. This stupid meathead lives with me, so there's no way he's skipping out on this pussy. With a big cock like that? He ain't go no self-control. It's so hard being black, you guys! Good thing he's got me!" With an extra bratty accent, she left.

…And then she came back again. Candice gave the semi-unconscious, groaning Deshaun a smack to the ass. "I know your black balls get full quick because of your horny monkey genes. If you want to empty them good, come to my room tomorrow. MAYBE I'll help you out… But you gotta be a good black boy and grovel a bit, okay? I'm already doing something pretty vile and nasty by letting you touch me this way. Big black hands are just the worst!" This time, she left for good-

"Johnny!" …She came back again. "Good job."

"Heh?"

"You didn't tug it. You're the stereotype of a white boy cuck, so good job. I'm proud of you. Don't let yourself think you're below him just because he's handsome, strong, tall, hung, fun… And whatever else. Be proud of yourself! No matter what, our adoptive bro is still just a perv! Black guys like him can't hold back! While he's losing it and fucking anything that walks – or maybe raping – you can hold off instant gratification and work on things that matter instead of getting laid! Leave the stupid fucking to mindless dudes like him, okay? Pussy ain't everything." She gave him a confident thumbs up. And then left for good.

Candice walked toward her bedroom with unprecedented confidence, feeling powerful like never before. Though her pussy and womb were painfully aflame and leaking crazy amounts of semen, she was in full control of her body. The sweat and exhaustion were all psychological. 'I feel strong enough to run a marathon! Everything feels so light!'

When she saw Sarah acting like some grandiose progressive girl right before shooting a video in which she would get bred like a dumb BBC cockslut, something in her head made her snap.

…

No, it was not that.

It was earlier that day, when Deshaun made her admit to being jealous of Sarah because she wanted to get dicked by him too. In return, she would be allowed to watch him fuck Sarah.

Candice did admit it in the end. The lust and yearning for his big black cock were too much.

However, the admission was not to Deshaun, even if she did say it TO him.

It was an admission to herself. 'I love big black cocks…! I wanna fuck big black guys…! I never knew until he started showing me his body… Fuck if it's racist to see them as sex meat! That's what they are! I'm always being a good progressive girl on my social media, helping good causes like BLM and feminism… So who cares if I'm a BIT racist? I do more than enough to make up for it!' Candice came to terms with her warped worldview.

The real bad girls were women like Sarah or her mother, Rebecca.

They simply took advantage of horny black studs like Deshaun, milking them for fun. 'At least I put a lot back into the world!' It felt empowering to stop hiding her true feelings about him behind big buzzwords and social justice.

Candice had no intention to stop promoting said causes, but she no longer needed to lie to herself about who she was. As far as others were concerned, little would change about her behavior. In her mind, though, she was now honest with herself. Before, she was afraid of being truthful and letting the worst sides of herself come out; A lifetime of social pressure ingrained this into her.

It was a moment of great growth for her. 'It's not like I said anything TOO nasty. Plus, he totally loved it. That's just how niggers are. They can't help themselves when they see what they want, just like monkeys and bananas. He wants white pussy and I got the best one.' In the process of becoming true to herself, Candice did not even consider that she might have gone a little too unhinged. 'Why do I care? He totally loved it. Betcha he had never found a unique, powerful, independent girl like me. It'll be fun to get fucked by him again. The face he made when I left… I bet he's going to try railing me again. Hah… Honestly… Black guys need help. It must suck to be sooo inferior just because of the color of your skin… He's so lucky to have a sister like me who's willing to risk it all to get it raw! Sex with black guys is ALWAYS dangerous, they're so strong and rapey! Ah, but not all of them! Deshaun is a little special… He…' She blushed and stopped her train of thought due to shameful, girly feelings.

…

'Hey, by the way… This is weird, isn't it…?'

Something had been bothering Candice for a while.

At some point during her thinking, a big wall made of floor appeared in front of her.

In fact, it was glued to her face!

In fact, her forehead was bleeding a bit, and her knees hurt slightly.

How weird that the floor suddenly transformed into a wall.

…

'Why can't I move my body?'

…

'Oh… I tripped…? How did I not notice?'

…

'Why can't I get up?'

…

'Wh-why can't I move anything?'

Candice collapsed flat forward after entering her bedroom.

Despite her utter confidence in herself, the truth was that her body had been pushed far, far, far, far, far beyond what it could realistically take purely due to excessive lust and adrenaline.

Now that she was no longer getting fucked, the tiredness kicked in at full speed. She literally could not move a single muscle to get off the floor.

…And soon the soreness kicked in too.

As it turned out, Candice was not the strong, bad bitch that she thought she was.

…She was simply a glass cannon.

'A-and I taunted him… T-to try fucking me again tomorrow…!'

Candice trembled; This time, not just out of pleasure, but also out of slight regret and fear.

Finally, she realized her mistakes and-

'I'm still awesome! I tamed that big fucking nigger! His cock is mine now!'

…Candice was Candice.

And she was very proud of herself as a progressive, young…

'Men like him just can't help it! Deshaun is better than most because he's a bit eloquent, but blood is blood! Soooo sad to be born with genetic problems!'

…HONEST white woman.

At least to herself, about herself and what she thought.

…

…

…

'I need to pee.'

Morning came and Rebecca did not get a second of sleep, distraught by her discovery.

Last night, Deshaun fucked the living hell out of Candice in his room; That much was evident from the half hour of moaning and slurring that Rebecca witnessed while fingering herself.

Rebecca had a massive problem with all of it, and just could not get it out of her head.

Her adoptive son was fucking her biological daughter. Of course, the problem with such a scenario was obvious, and any other person would have the same problem.

'Does he prefer Candice over me?! Does he no longer want me to service the cum out of his balls?!' What other problem should she have? That was certainly the most pressing matter in her mind.

Though, there was one more issue…

'The things she was saying to him while having sex… Is he into that sort of racist dirty talk?!' Rebecca had never heard so many n-word bombs dropped in a single day; In fact, she had never even used the word herself. 'There's no way he can like that! It's degrading…! There's a whole history behind the term…!' She had done her research after her online scandal a while ago. '…B-but maybe he's into that sort of roleplay…? I didn't even know Candice was that bold… Isn't she all about social justice?! I thought she was a virgin, but she's clearly done it a lot of times with the way she was moaning yesterday!!'

Rebecca went about her day as normal. Thankfully, Jack had no idea of anything, other than a potential fight between Candice and Sarah. 'He let me take care of it, so it's all good.'

Deshaun would certainly call Rebecca that night for some sexual service. She mentally readied herself to act and have an important conversation with him about what he could and could not do.

…Why?

'Because… It's morally wrong for my daughter and adoptive son to fuck, of course! That's why!' Her mind unabashedly revised the past.

After Deshaun got back from college, he immediately headed for his bedroom, sat on his bed, and reflected. '…What the fuck happened yesterday…?'

In his honest, careful assessment, there were only two people he should worry about in the Parker household: Jack and Rebecca.

The husband and father was not malleable and cared little about social justice nonsense or attempts at pressure via accusations of racism. 'It's not like I can seduce the guy either…'

Meanwhile, the wife and mother was far smarter than she visually presented herself to be. Curiously enough, this assessment might have been a mistake. 'She might be smart, but all she cares about is her social media presence… Plus, she's absolutely melting for me without even realizing it… As long as I keep her sedated with these two things, she's easy to control…'

In a more paranoid scenario, Deshaun considered that Johnny might be a problem. 'He might come running to mommy or daddy, and they might take his side… I think that ship has sailed when it comes to his mom… As long as the dad doesn't get involved, it should be fine… He's already realizing it's more fun to be my bitch boy than anything else.'

Not in a million years, did he ever think Candice would be even mildly worthy of mental energy by him. 'Dumb bimbo… Hides the fact that she's a completely racist valley girl behind photos and captions about being pretty and progressive… I despise girls like her… She's not just remarkably stupid; She's also a total slut pretending not to be.'

Yet, as it turned out, Candice might have been his biggest threat.

She did not just take his pounding at full power and come out on top yesterday; She even walked out and mocked him, as if he was the one who should thank her for the opportunity to fuck her.

When walking out, she even did her intro for his porn video.

Candice was in full control the entire time.

…Plus, she kept humiliating and insulting him while he fucked the shit out of her.

Deshaun had never been humiliated like that. Women melt under him, not the contrary.

In practice, this was not necessarily harmful to him. It was just a different way to control Candice and maybe use her for his benefit; He could just play stupid and manipulate her that way.

'No fucking way.' His pride was too damaged to go with that route. He needed comeback, even if it had no direct benefit to him. 'I think I broke something in her when I made her watch her friend getting fucked by me… I guess that's what I get for making her crush so hard on me. I don't think trying to appeal to her social justice side will work either. From her attitude yesterday, I think she's realized she doesn't actually give a fuck about any of it. Shit, did she cost me befriending the judge's daughter…? Maybe this is more of a problem than I thought…'

Sarah was not just Johnny's crush and a good fuck; She was also an important networking bridge for his ultimate plans – an accidental discovery he made when simply trying to make Johnny his bitch. 'He's a total cuck-in-the-making… He'll do anything I ask if I let him watch the girls he likes getting fucked. Even his mom, I bet; Probably even MORE if it's his mom… No, I need to take care of this stupid valley girl now… She didn't go to class today… Who knows what she's planning?'

Deshaun would take Candice's invitation and fuck her again tonight. This time, however, he would make her snap into becoming his sex toy from fucking her so hard. 'What drives this girl is just unabated lust. She's just a stupid white bimbo. If I fuck her enough, she'll become so obsessed with me that I might even find some use for her…' Much of Deshaun's plan since arriving here was born of improvisation and adapting to his circumstances; This was one such scenario.

As he walked toward her bedroom, he looped back in his mind the many insults and racist slurs she hurled at him while they had sex yesterday. The fact that she said all those things was bizarre in the first place; Somehow, by accident, Deshaun really did draw out Candice's true side; It was something he did not intend to do, but now had to accept.

In part, the insults did stimulate him, but only because he expected to see her crumbling and begging for forgiveness by the end of their sex session; Once he realized she was in total control and showed no signs of losing her mettle, they changed from arousing to humiliating and enraging.

Just thinking about it made his blood boil: Being put down by a stupid, braindead, self-aggrandizing blonde bimbo like Candice was unacceptable.

Right as he got to the door to her room, Deshaun stopped.

…What if things went even worse than yesterday?

Did he want to provoke her…? Maybe he should play it smart, as he had been thus far, and use her nasty, 'dominant' demeanor toward him to his advantage.

…

'No. That's a bad idea… Who knows what other shit she might try to pull off… I already have to fix things with Sarah… Plus…'

His pride mattered far more.

It still took a bit of nerve for him to go through with knocking on the door; The truth was that Deshaun had never been dominated in bed, nor did he like it. Candice was easily the person he looked down on the most in the house, making it even worse.

Of all people, to be scared of her… 'I'm pissed…!'

There was no response from knocking on the door; He did it again.

This time, he heard a weak grunt come from within. "Candy…? Can I come in…?"

"Guuuuuuuuh…" The grunt responded back.

It was clearly her voice, though he had no idea what it meant.

"I'm coming in, okay?"

"Guuuuuuuuuh…"

"Okay…" Confused and angry, he opened the door.

The moment Deshaun saw Candice, he realized how stupid he was for ever being worried.

His first analysis was completely accurate: Candice was the stupidest, most worthless person in the house; A slut pretending not to be; A dumb, racist valley girl hiding under a progressive online persona, which was nothing more than a tool for narcissistic validation.

How did Deshaun realize that…?

"Hi… Can you help me get up, please…?" Candice tried to utter a proper sentence, but the words dragged out of her mouth. She was on the floor with her ass up and face down, unable to move a single muscle due to sheer physical exhaustion… And her pants were peed.

"I see. So that's what it is." He chuckled while looking at her. What happened yesterday was nothing more than a fluke; One that was sustained purely by Deshaun's own mistaken actions. 'I made her so horny for me and denied her for so long while teasing her about her friend that she exploded all at once yesterday, huh…'

"Seriously… I need to pee… I had to sleep on the floor… Did no one fucking miss me…?" Despite her inability to enunciate properly, she maintained her rudeness. "I know you're a horny troglodyte… But at least help your sister out before you start thinking of sex… You perv… Ah, sorry… I just can't help it… You act so much like one… It's just that you love me so much, so it's kind of obvious…"

…

…

…

Deshaun closed the door behind him and locked it. Then, he removed his shirt and lowered his pants while cracking his neck and stretching his muscles.

Candice's exceptional and unbreakable mettle was, indeed, a pure fluke. That, Deshaun had no doubt about. Her irredeemable, nasty character, on the other hand, was a permanent breakout, at least when it came to private settings between the two of them.

He had fucked-broken many women like Candice.

There was one difference, though: She had pissed him off infinitely more than any other white slut he had ever met in his life, which was quite an achievement considering his usual collected, manipulative self. 'There's one more thing too… I only realized it now, but this girl isn't just a nasty slut… She's fallen in love with me and goes extra hard on the nasty to keep it hidden… Or so I think. I'll keep that to myself, for now. Honestly, what an annoying brat…'

"Wh-what are you doing…? Huh…? Wait, don't put me on the bed…! I need to pee…! N-not from behind…! H-hey, you're fucking with me, right? I just told you to not act like a troglodyte! Can't you control yourself even a bit?! I know you black pervs love white chicks like me, but at least let me rest a little…! I know I teased you yesterday, but we're brother and sister! H-hold up a bit, Deshaun…!"

"Sorry, I'm too stupid of a negro to think when your white ass is right there." He removes his shorts and panties, sank his hands into her round, white ass, aligned his monstrous, furious erection against her engorged, drenched pussy lips and…

"NGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!!"

…Broke the glass cannon.

That night, Deshaun did not call Rebecca to service him.

That made her nervous, and so she headed for his room of her own volition, nervous to take action even if she did believe it was the right thing to do. 'What if he gets angry…? I already said he couldn't fuck Deborah anymore… Now Candice…? But he'll get it, right? I'm sure he won't get angry… But he already didn't call me today to milk him or anything… Didn't he say that he got desperate to nut just by looking at me…? So why didn't he call me…?'

Tonight, Deshaun's room was silent. 'Good… Maybe it was a one-time thing…?' She aimed to knock and enter, but something stopped her.

Her pounding heart.

What if he got upset and told someone that she was demeaning his sexual needs as a black man because she was a rigid, racist white woman?

'Black men need to fuck and cum a lot… I-if it was consensual with Candice… What argument do I realistically have…? They're the same age… I think I'm right, but if he gets frustrated, it could be a one-way trip to…' The memories and excruciating feelings of being scorned on social media came flooding into her mind. They were still too fresh of a scar in her heart.

There was absolutely no way she could ever go through that again, even if for a single day.

Forced to adapt, her mind looked for different ways to view the situation. 'If he's happy having sex with Candice… Is it that big of a problem for me…? I'm sure I can keep using him to grow my popularity… In a motherly and healthy way, of course! I'm bringing him into a healthy family and life! It's all win-win! Tons of love! I'm not being shallow, of course!'

…

…

…

'I guess that works… Hm…' Despite her rational side strongly affirming that such an outcome was good enough, something bugged her.

It felt wrong. It was not NEARLY good enough.

…But why?

'I only started servicing him because he got so hard around me and I didn't want him to feel mistreated… If he's fine as is… What's bugging me…? I don't get it… He's still mine… And my son! That's the most important part!'

Frustrated at her own inability to perceive what made her feel weird, Rebecca decided to talk to her other son.

The one that did not make her heart race with pride.

"Johnny? Are you in there? Can I come in?" She rushed the door open without waiting, as usual.

"H-hey…!" Johnny was caught with his pants down – literally. On his monitor, he was watching-

"Hm…? What is that…?" Rebecca thought she had seen something interesting, but Johnny closed every single tab far faster than she could react. "…Fine. I guess I shouldn't probe into your privacy. But jerking off, Johnny… Honestly… You need to do better than that if you want to get girls. You think they want a boy who jerks off to other people having sex? Or do you think they want a strong, confident man who can please them? I mean, just think of Sarah."

Her word choice was poor, stabbing Johnny deep in the heart. "Sorry…" He finished putting his pants on.

In the process, Rebecca could not help but note how different his penis was from Deshaun's. 'When I walked into Deshaun masturbating, it felt completely different… Size matters a LOT, doesn't it? I think I'm being unfair…' She felt guilty. "Sorry, dear. If Deshaun can fuck pretty girls in his room, I guess you're free to jerk off… Don't feel bad about it. Some guys just need to. It's not easy for everyone to find a girl nowadays."

"Can we stop talking about it…?!"

Rebecca laughed at her son's discomfort. "Sure, my bad. Hey, why are your sheets on the floors?" She only noticed it now.

"Oh, uh… I think I sweat during the night or something… They're really wet."

"Wet…? …Oh! Hahahaha…!" She was the one who made them wet in the first place by masturbating on them. "N-nevermind that! I didn't mean to bother you too much. I just wanted to know if something is wrong with your brother."

"Wrong in what sense…?"

"Well…" She looked to the side while playing with her hair. "…Like… Is he maybe upset at me…?"

"Upset…? Not that I know."

"Hm…"

"Mom, you're awesome! There's no reason for him to get mad at you!"

"Sure, whatever." Johnny's praise went uncared for by her. "By the way, he's been pretty close with Candy ever since he moved here, right? How are they…?"

Her query made Johnny blush nervously. "I-I guess they're close friends! I don't really, uh… P-pay too much attention…!"

"Oh…" Rebecca tilted her head. "…So you and him have become such close friends that you're even willing to lie to your mother for him…?" She looked at him with fake innocence.

Johnny could not realistically lie to Rebecca. He was a mama's boy, and the mere attempt at deceiving her was matched with a dozen verbal and body language signs of clear anxiety.

He understood it as well, not even trying again. "Th-they… Uh… Are a bit more than friends…"

"I know. They had sex."

Johnny's eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't know that you knew…!"

"I heard them yesterday when you weren't home. How do YOU know?" She was assessing just how close Deshaun and him were. Something about losing her grip on Johnny bugged her, so she needed to make sure he was still on her permanent team.

"H-he told me."

It was a lie, though Rebecca did not know which aspect of it was a lie.

Before she could question him further, Johnny defended himself by blurting out more words. "Th-they filmed it and put it online!"

"…Excuse me?!"

"D-Deshaun has an online porn page… He films and puts videos of the girls he fucks there…"

"Behind their backs?!"

"Heh? N-no…! Th-they all do a mini-interview at the start, so they know…"

"…And Candy is there…? My daughter has a porn video?!" Veins of fury popped on her neck. She was livid.

For the first time, without hesitation, she concluded that Deshaun needed to be expelled from their house. If Jack found out, it would be a horrible mess. "Wait… IS DEBORAH THERE TOO?!" If this resulted in a scandal for Jack's hedge fund, things could get really nasty.

"H-heh? N-no, I think Candice is his first video since he moved here…!" Johnny was confused – he did not know about Deshaun and Deborah until now.

Freaking out, Rebecca pulled out her phone and rushed to check it. "Where do I find this thing?!"

Johnny guided her to the page.

Her jaw dropped with amazement. There were hundreds of hours-long porn videos with Deshaun and incredibly attractive white women.

Deshaun was simply incredible.

…

'Wait, what? What am I thinking about here?! Sure, it's amazing that he has such an incredible collection of videos with beautiful women and such a big following, but-' Her brain halted for a moment. '…Following…?'

…

"How much of a following boost could I get if I featured in one of these…? No, wait… That's definitely too far for me…"

"Mom…? What was that?"

"Huh? Nothing! I was just talking to myself! Ignore that! So, Candy and Deshaun did a porn video together… T-to think she'd be okay with that… I definitely need to do something about this."

"Y-yeah… She even took a picture afterward and put it on her page…"

"REALLY?!" Rebecca snapped again. The thought that her daughter had a naked sex pic on her Instagram was wholly unacceptable. Every single motherly instinct in her flared up. Swiftly, she rushed to check Candice's page: Blonde With An Attitude.

As it turned out, the photo did not show anything explicit, significantly calming her down. It was angled to show her right above the nipple line, with Deshaun's private parts also hidden, though his wide, sweaty back appeared in the background – for whatever reason, he was dead on the bed.

Candice covered the description with all sorts of progressive hashtags, making no mention of the eroticism of the photo.

…Where had Rebecca seen that before…?

"Oh…!" It hit her like a flash. 'It's the same thing I did…! I took that photo slightly after boobjobbing him… It showed nothing, but he said people would surely pick up on the sexuality of the photo and it would skyrocket my follower count… But hers is WAY MORE explicit than mine. Shit, there are even a few drops of cum on her upper chest! Did she leave them there on purpose?!' She was frustrated by her daughter's unwelcomed boldness and lasciviousness. 'I didn't know Candy had this side to her… Why did she even do this? How much of a follower boost did she get anyway…? Was it worth it just for that…?' She decided to check.

…

It was.

…At least in Rebecca's eyes.

She knew how many followers Candice had. The number she saw when checking was ABSURDLY higher than the number she remembered. The comments and likes for the photo were also vastly superior to anything she had ever seen Candice reach.

Everything made perfect sense to her.

Of course Candice was willing to objectify herself a little bit if, in return, she would get so much growth.

Rebecca was sure that this was Candice's rationale.

It was, irrefutably, indubitably, certainly, without a doubt just for the extra growth.

It made sense for Candice to do it for that one simple reason.

That was what drove Candice's actions in Rebecca's mind.

'…Maybe I should take some photos like that…! Imagine how many people I could reach with my fitness and health tips! I'd change so many lives…! I guess I'd need to have sex with Deshaun, but that's fine…! He has needs either way, right?! And he's an entrepreneur at such a young age, doing porn videos with beautiful women who have consented to it! I never saw anything wrong with that! Who am I to tell them what they can or can't do? They're adults exploring the world!' Rebecca was COMPLETELY fine with everything and NEVER felt bothered at all! 'It'd be totally racist of me to tell Deshaun he can't use his incredible physical assets to make money! I mean, I use MY beauty for my Gym Mommy brand… Why can't he do something similar but sexual? This is the 21st century! Sex isn't taboo anymore!'

Rebecca's brain boiled with great ideas. One sentiment in particular prevailed in her mind: Pride in Deshaun. 'Such a hung stud… To think I have someone like him so hopelessly enamored with me… No wonder he had to fuck Candice, right? I haven't been letting him use my pussy. Hm… Should I…?'

"M-mom…? Hello?" Johnny felt uncomfortable by the many changes in facial expression presented by her.

She ignored him; Johnny did not matter at the moment. 'No, there's still a line… I'll try to offer him more frequent service! That'll keep him happy! Poor Deshaun… All he wants is my body, but I can't give it to him. That's just a line I cannot cross. He'll just have to cope… Even if he is amazing, and strong, and masculine…' The higher the value she assigned to Deshaun, the higher the value she assigned to herself.

Rebecca had built an endless loop of narcissistic feedback in her brain.

It made her feel so good.

As long as Deshaun crushed on her, she was even more spectacular than ever before!

"Mom?"

"I gotta go!" She rushed toward the door. Right as she intended to leave, she turned back to tell Johnny one last thing. "Dear…"

"Uh… Y-yeah…?"

"Don't jerk off too much to Deshaun's porn, okay?"

"N-no, I don't…!"

She gave him an incredulous look. Johnny could not lie to Rebecca. "It's gross. Get a girl for yourself instead of watching your brother getting laid. I know you can't have sex like he does, but still do your best. I don't want to have a son who's just a jerk-off addict…" If Deshaun raised her value, Johnny did the opposite; He needed to do better.

With a saddened look, he nodded. Johnny felt awful.

It made her feel a little guilty, but she had bigger priorities at the moment. "Deshaun? Hello? Let's work out! I need some photos too…!" Rebecca intended to substantially increase the intensity of her services and the number of photos; After seeing the effects on Candice's page, she wanted to replicate it for herself.

"Y-you want to scold him about Candy…?" Johnny followed her out of the room. "…He's not there right now. I don't know where he went…"

"Scold him? Huh?"

"That's what you're gonna do, right? He had sex with Candy. That's not cool."

"Dear, don't say something silly. I love Deshaun! He's a great son. Black boys will be black boys, right?" She walked away laughing. Johnny walked back into his room with his spirit crushed.

She did not care.

Rebecca was confident that Deshaun would soon come back home and then beg her for some tit love, as he did nearly every single night. Sex with Deborah, Sarah, Candice… Those were all appetizers; Secondary compared to his lust for her. 'I should probably call him and ask where he is. It's getting late…'

It made her feel powerful and dominant to not fully give in to what he wanted. 'Maybe if I were single. Ah, poor him… Having to do all these girls just to sedate his lust for me… I wonder if I should talk to Candy about this… Actually, yes, I should talk to her about birth control.'

Heading to Candice's room was a mistake.

The moment she approached her daughter's door, Rebecca got a brutal reality check.

"Ooooooooh… ! Nghooooooh… ! Hoooooooh… ! Uuuuuuuungh… ! Ghoooooooooh… ! Haaaaaaaaah… ! Ghuuuummiiiiing… ! Guuuuuuuuuh… !" Candice was howling like an absolute psycho.

It was nothing like the previous night. The moans and groans sounded much more guttural and forced out, as if she could not help but release them due to a higher force.

Not just that, but there was also no dirty talking or slurs; Just guttural, endless, loud moans and frantic bed creaking, plus loud, endless sounds of violent clapping.

Deshaun did not ask for Rebecca that night because he was too busy fucking Candice.

…Could it be that he was not obsessed with her?

…Could he prefer her daughter instead?

…Did he get tired of her boobjobs and blowjobs?

Rebecca did not know what to think.

That night, she returned to her bedroom with volatile feelings.

It was very easy to feel proud of Deshaun's masculinity and sex life when she thought he was obsessed with her.

However, if he was not obsessed with her, then there was nothing to feel proud of. Instead, Rebecca was just envious.

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…

It was fine! If Candice took Deshaun for herself to help feed her own narcissistic, disrespectful, disgusting, racist desire to grow her page, that was HER problem. Rebecca would focus on herself and stop thinking about it.

'…But it might just be a fluke. Maybe it's a novelty to him and he'll soon start asking me to service him again.'

Part of her held onto hope.

…As a mother, of course.

A week passed.

Everything was a drag to Rebecca.

Life was probably good, but she could not find it in herself to be in a good mood.

Deshaun continued to treat her, Jack, and Johnny normally during the day. After a few days, Candice rejoined them for lunch, dinner, and usual daily life. For whatever reason, she stayed in her bedroom for a few days, but she would not explain why; Or, if she did, Rebecca did not care to remember. 'Who cares why she's limping…'

At some point during some day, Deshaun pulled Rebecca to the side, in private, to ask her for a favor.

Her hope spiked at that moment, thinking it was finally time to resume their special relationship, but all he wanted was a favor: Ask her if she could get Jack to get him an internship at his hedge fund.

…Rebecca did not give a single fuck.

'What did I tell him…? I don't remember… Who cares…' On the inside, she felt incredibly depressed.

Of course, nobody could tell. She put on a strong front for her family; Similarly, Gym Mommy continued her online activities and posting at the usual pace.

Yet, it was never the same again. Without Deshaun to boost the power of her social media presence, she grew much slower; He did not bother working out with her anymore. Every single minute of every single day, he was with Candice.

Her attitude toward him somehow changed too. Candice acted far brattier and bolder than Rebecca remembered her being; At least in terms of how she spoke to him. Candice had always been bratty and bold with everyone else.

Every now and then, she even threw out random blatantly racist statements to Deshaun's face. They usually resulted in him getting slightly upset but doing nothing about it.

And, every single night, without exception, Rebecca would pass by Candice's room to listen…

"Hoooooooooh… ! Oooooooooh… ! Hoooooooh… ! Uuuuuuuungh… !" Candice moaned like a maniac amidst the sounds of flesh mashing together and bed creaking. She never talked dirty again like that first time, but the intensity of the sex was still the same. Whatever that meant was a mystery that Rebecca would never solve, nor did she care to solve.

Her brainpower was too engrossed in being envious.

Blonde With An Attitude had more followers than her.

Rebecca's advantage gap was huge before; Everyone loved her workout videos and sexy but innocent photos.

Now, nobody loved her.

Even though her numbers were also higher than ever, nobody loved her.

If Candice, who was just a shallow, narcissistic, nasty girl could get more numbers than her, then that had to mean nobody loved Rebecca.

Considering even Deshaun favored her daughter over her, it was perfect logic. Despite being sexually inexperienced and objectively less hot than Rebecca, she was still able to make Deshaun obsessed with her. He now did her bidding.

That must have meant Rebecca was old goods; A relic. Nobody cared about her.

There was also one more thing bugging her: The unsustainable heat between her legs.

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…

With a growing resentment of Deshaun, the gears in her mind started grinding in a direction she had neglected for a while now. 'Isn't he a bit too smart…? Becoming buddies with everyone in an oddly systematic way… Sleeping with Deborah, who is Jack's head of HR… Asking for a job at his hedge fund… Seducing my daughter… Seducing me… Even sleeping with Sarah… Isn't her dad some important judge or something…?'

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…

'I noticed this before, didn't I? That's right… But I got so caught up with how good he was to Johnny and Candice that I forgot. He got Candice to apologize to me and got Johnny to grow the pair to ask Sarah out…' Her mind fully neglected to remember how she ditched her suspicions of him over his immense contributions to her Instagram, painting the event in an entirely different light. 'Isn't he... Manipulating all of us…? Am I crazy…? Or is there some sort of endgame…? Maybe that orphanage is weird too… Should I investigate this…?'

Just as her mind was reaching an important conclusion, something happened.

A really, really bad thing that made her mind go crazy with stress.

One of her biggest fitness fans – a young woman – asked where Deshaun was. He had been missing from her most recent photos due to his overall absence in her life.

It started a wave of fans asking the same thing.

They all wanted to see Rebecca close to Deshaun. Whether it was because of his handsomeness, implied progressive contribution…

…Or something else, erotically related…

…Did not matter.

What mattered were the random, sparse trolls making mild comments about her past racism scandal.

Rebecca feared the worst. Cold sweat formed on her face and her heart pounded violently. The thought of returning to that horrible experience nearly made her eyes misty.

Behind her back, her page had become unexpectedly dependent on Deshaun's benevolence.

…

Rebecca could no longer hold back!

She had to act for good!

Her family had to be protected from internal strife!

She could no longer have her adoptive son and biological daughter be lovers or whatever the hell they were trying to be!

That was her SOLE reason for storming her way toward Candice's room that night!!!

Candice was lying face-down on her bed, doing her best to fall asleep.

Despite not going to the gym in several days, her body had never been so sore.

Every single night, without exception, Deshaun fucked her brains out.

The fact that she had adapted enough to go about her daily life meant very little in terms of physically being able to handle it.

'What did they say on that stupid blog about muscle recovery…? 1 gram of protein per pound of body weight…? How much am I eating…? Ah, I don't know… That stupid jerk is going to walk in here any moment now…' Thinking about it was enough to make her body tremble.

…And her pussy lips throb and burn.

Candice loved being fucked by Deshaun and wanted to keep doing it forever. Cumming into passing out every night was an amazing experience. 'Black cocks are where it's at… Even if they're a bit ugly and gross… It's probably because they can't help themselves… Deshaun would probably be a total rapist and criminal if he didn't have me to take care of him… What a lucky idiot… Black people would be nothing without sweet girls like me to-'

There was a knock on the door.

She immediately got on her knees and launched her tongue out of her mouth to show her submission.

…An entire week of having her pussy completely obliterated had changed her attitude in comparison to the first time they did it.

Candice understood her place in the sexual hierarchy. It was her job to take his pounding, and it was natural to lose her shit halfway through; The important part was to keep doing her best and pumping cum out of his hard, juicy, monster cock. It was not about HER feeling good; It was about being HIS cockhole.

Insurmountable pleasure inevitably came with it.

The moment she found herself alone with him, any innate, racist feelings of superiority vanished from her heart. She was his cum rag with much adoration.

Candice loved Deshaun. Even if she lacked the courage to tell him, she realized it after being taken by him so many times. 'Aaaah, if only we weren't from such different worlds! I cannot settle down with a thuggish meathead like him! It's just indecent! Sorry, Deshaun…! We're a modern Romeo and Juliet! But I'll let you use my holes forever and ever instead!' Such was her internalized excuse to avoid being honest with her feelings of fearing rejection. 'Too bad he can't tell! So stupid! So sad! Aaaaah, I'll cum so much toniiiiight…!'

"Candy? It's your mom. Can I come in?"

'…Oh. Fuck her.' She got up and quickly shifted attitudes, with the erotic brattiness and self-degrading submission of a moment ago disappearing in a flash.

Candice was the same Candice as always, though more unhinged in terms of the beliefs she had been suppressing all this time under her excessive social justiceing; Whenever alone with Deshaun, though, she assumed her rightful place as his cock holster.

Since it was just her mother, there was no reason for her to act in such a way. "Door's open, come in or whatever..."

Her mother walked in wearing her typical gym clothing: leggings and a sleeveless tank top. "Hi, Candy, how are you? I feel like it's been-"

"What do you want?" Candice sat on the bed and crossed her legs while looking at her phone. She had little interest in talking to her mother.

"…Are you mad at me for some reason? I feel like just the other day you were apologizing to me for being rude." Rebecca sat on a chair and crossed her legs as well.

"I'm fine."

"But are WE fine?"

"Sure, whatever."

Her mother did not appreciate the obvious snark in her voice. 'Good. I want her to be pissed. Racist, selfish asshole.' Candice had not yet forgiven her mother for using Deshaun as a sex object to satisfy her own middle age boredom crisis. 'At least when I use him for sex, I am aware that I'm being sexist and racist. I make up for it with my activism, so it's tooootally fine.' Without Deshaun present, Candice was very confident that she was in total control of their relationship. 'When she does it, she doesn't even know how much she's hurting him. She doesn't love him like I do!'

"Are you angry at me because of your adoptive brother?" Rebecca maintained a fake smile, but Candice could see past it with ease, already used to her mother's functioning.

"Why would I?"

"Well, maybe you're having a hard time adjusting… It's a big change for everyone, right…?"

"Are you trying to bait something out of me, mom?" Candice was onto Rebecca.

"…Is there anything for me to bait…?"

"Tch!" She scoffed, looking to the other side with a grimace. "Johnny is SUCH a beta cuck. Fuck him."

"…"

"…"

"…You haven't said what it is yet." From her tone, Rebecca obviously knew what was going on.

"Hah… God, you're so annoying, mom. Me and Deshaun fuck sometimes. Does that bother you or something, knowing that I'm not a virgin anymore? It's just casual sex. It's not like I love him or anything."

Rebecca was mildly surprised by her confident, upfront admission, but quickly refocused into a serious expression. "Candy, he's your adoptive brother. Don't you see the problem with this?"

"What is he supposed to do? It's not as if a horny meathead like him could avoid losing it when there's such a pretty girl around him all the time." She arrogantly threw her own hair to the side. "If anything, I'm doing him a favor to help him control himself. Otherwise, who knows who he'd rape."

"Rape?! Candy, I think your tongue is getting a little too loose…! I never expected to hear that sort of inappropriate prejudice coming from you!"

"My tongue's too loose? I don't know, he doesn't usually let me suck a lot. What's it like? Could YOU tell me?"

Her mother's eyes widened in surprise, opening her mouth to say something but then stopping midway.

"That's what this is all about, right, mom? You're mega jealous because Deshaun prefers me over you. Must suck to be you, I guess." Candice leaned back against the chair, somehow managing to find the power to amplify the smug expression on her face.

"He told you?"

"I saw you two."

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…

Long silence prevailed in the room. Though Rebecca maintained a serious expression, Candice's grew smugger by the minute.

"Did you tell your dad?"

"Hah! That's what you're worried about? Gosh, mom, you're such a bitch. Do you have black cock for brains or something? What a fucking slut."

"Candy!" The repeated insults were getting to her mother's head. "You can't sleep with your brother out of some sense of defiance or vengeance or whatever it is you have against me…!"

"That has nothing to do with it, though I do think you're a nasty, racist, degrading, rude, evil bitch for using him for sex like that. Just get over it, mom. He'd rather fuck fresh white meat like me than a hag like you."

Rebecca's expression twitched for a moment as she suppressed frustration and anger at Candice's frontal, disrespectful verbal assault. She leaned forward and switched to a firmer demeanor. "Then, you can't just use him to help grow your Blonde With An Attitude brand. He's a person, not an object to-"

"Bhahahahahahahahah!" Candice burst out into a loud, bratty laughter on purpose to mock her mother. "Oh, my gosh! I can't believe you're THAT self-centered, mom! Who cares about that?! The only one who lives for that stuff here is you! I do it to help people, not get off on the attention. I'm not having a middle age crisis yet, 'kaaaaaay?" To add extra salt to the wound, she continued forcibly laughing.

"I am NOT self-centered. I am worried about this family!"

"Really? Why were you milking his cock every night, then? Shouldn't you not cheat on dad if you're so worried about this family?"

"Deshaun has needs, so… I was just helping him out with those…!"

"Oh, yeah? Wasn't it all just because you're a horny slut having a middle age crisis and you wanted to get boned by a big, hard dick for once?"

"Stop saying that! I am not in a middle age crisis!"

"Aren't you? Weren't you just using him because black guys are easy to manipulate due to their monkey-horniness? The truth is that you're just a nasty slut who doesn't care about anyone but yourself! I hate the fact that you're my mom!"

"Th-that has nothing to do with it!" Thin veins popped on Rebecca's forehead. Candice was being viciously effective with her insults and she knew it.

"No? Then maybe you just wanted to use him to increase your sex appeal online, is that it? That's even worse. I bet it's both, though… I saw that big smile when you were jerking him with your big tits. You got off on it because you felt like you were young again, didn't you? Groooooss!"

"YOU are the one who made a porn video with him! You're taking sexy photos after getting fucked by him and putting them on your page to gain followers!"

"Nope! Not at all. I'm not a narcissistic bitch like you."

"Oh, yeah? Then why do you do it, Candy?!"

"Because I realized it feels hot. It turns me on to know that everyone is probably thinking I'm getting railed hard by his BBC. I'm a bad bitch just like that. The rest is simply collateral. My page is all about activism!"

"That's…!" Rebecca gasped with disdain at her response, infuriated to the point of shooting up to her feet. "…You're calling me a narcissist and racist, but you're the one who is that way! You see him as if he's your property! You feel hot because you think everyone is looking at you as amazing because that black hunk is burying his dick all the way up in your body! He'll go on and fuck tons of other girls aside from you, but you'll feel proud of yourself as if you're his pimp or something! Can't you tell how unhealthy that line of thinking is?! You can't be that way, Candy!! He's not your property!" Rebecca rambled to the point of her face turning red and her neck muscles bulging out with veins.

"Geez, mom…" Candice did not move a muscle, arrogantly smirking at her mother. "…Are you talking about me…? Or you?"

"You…! Of course I'm talking about you…! I'm not like that at all…!"

"I don't think so… That sounds like the sort of nasty thinking a middle-aged mother like you would use- Khhh!" An open palm met the left side of her face, making her fall off the chair. "Did you just fucking slap me?!"

"Don't. Say. That." Rebecca was so irritated that there was cold sweat all over her face. "…I'm not old or middle-aged. It has nothing to do with anything."

"Yeah, you are!" Candy shot to her feet immediately and confronted Rebecca from up-close, with the angriest gaze she had ever produced in her life. "You're just a nasty old hag who wants to be young again, so you made that STUPID Gym Mommy page because you couldn't let me have one thing for myself!" Their argument brought up old grudges in her heart.

"Is that why you're offering yourself up as his cum dumpster?! To get back at me?!"

"No! I do it because it's hot! Too bad YOU can't anymore, since he's MINE now!"

"Candy…!"

"You heard me! He doesn't want to waste his time with a loose grandma like you! He's got the tightest of pussies right here with me!" Candice patted her own crotch to brag. "You can go waste your time with dad's tiny white dick while I run the solo black cock carousel, 'kay? If you get too jealous, you can go stalk my page and see me grow while I get creamed black every single day! He's MINE! Not yours, MINE!"

"Hah!" This time, Rebecca was the one to burst out in loud laughter; Unlike Candice's, hers seemed genuine. "He's yours? So you DO see him as your property."

"Pfft. Not like THAT! He's not my property! He's my fuck buddy who can't help but need me because he was born with horny-brain genes. Black guys have it bad, so isn't it nice that I can help him as a white girl? I'm, like, his savior!" Candice lied through her teeth.

Ever since she became honest with herself, she no longer needed to deceive herself to avoid feeling bad. She was a horny, slutty white girl who loved big black cocks like any other; She felt no shame or guilt for using Deshaun to get off. 'Everyone else does it, so why not me? Sure, black men can't help themselves, but that's their burden, not mine.' However, she was still different from other white women: She added to the world through her activism. Consequently, it was fine if she was a bit selfish and subtracted a bit from the world; It was equally okay for her to be a BIT racist.

Candice simply could not help herself, and neither could Deshaun. She knew he was under her thumb.

…Of course, her mind completely ignored the fact that she turned into a moaning, submissive, braindead nympho the moment they were alone.

…Her mind also ignored the fact that she already acknowledged her love for him internally.

When push came to shove, Candice would always retreat in her superficial, self-aggrandizing worldviews, except, perhaps, when alone with Deshaun. 'Poor BBC… Can't even hold himself 'cuz I'm just so hot-'

"He's not your fuck buddy." Rebecca cut off her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"He's not your fuck buddy. You're his sex toy. If anything, he's more likely to be your owner than the reverse." Recovering her cool, Rebecca finally stabbed her in her most vulnerable spot.

Her ego.

"What stupid fucking shit are you talking about?!"

"Don't you hear yourself or the way you act, you dumb bimbo?" With Candice's weakness exposed, Rebecca no longer held back. "There's nothing special about you. You're as generic of a white girl as they all come. If you heard the sounds you make when moaning like an idiot while he fucks you, you'd know what I'm talking about. There's no difference between you and any other slut he's fucked before in his life. Nothing about you is special."

"H-hah! He comes to ME to fuck, doesn't he? He's the one who can't help himself…! I'm the best…! He's lucky to have me…!"

"He comes to you because you're the dumbest, easiest pussy available." Rebecca encroached on her, bringing her face awfully close to Candice's without blinking. Though their heights were similar, Candice started feeling small before her mother. "You think he won't get tired of you soon? I heard the way you get fucked. You can barely take him. You think a hunk like him won't replace you soon with someone who has more spunk and can actually match his rhythm? Huh?"

Candice wanted to respond back with her strongest insults, but her mother's pressure was too much. Instead, she felt her legs getting weak and her eyes getting misty.

Where did all her backbone from a moment ago go? She was doing so much damage to Rebecca.

Alas, Candice realized once more what she had already learned last week after she fucked Deshaun for the first time: She was a glass cannon. In certain circumstances, with the right attitude, she could cause immeasurable damage, but she could not hold out for long.

Meanwhile, her mother was made of steel. Though her father was by far the breadwinner, she was the leader of the family and the decision-maker.

…And in a battle between glass and steel, barring a bizarre fluke, the outcome would always be the same…

…It was Rebecca's victory.

She never expected her daughter to be so nasty and persistent. 'All this just because of her addiction to social media…' Despite Candice consistently denying that social media growth was her motivation for sleeping with Deshaun, Rebecca did not believe her.

What about her perception of herself?

'The conversations I have to have to protect my family…!'

It, too, remained the same, disregarding the true motivations behind her actions.

Rebecca was a mature woman with an established worldview. She had little room for evolution or regression, unlike her daughter. She was made of hard-forged steel.

"No more fucking your brother. Got it?"

"H-he likes fucking me…! It's his choice…!"

"Let it go." Rebecca gently pushed Candice forward, making her sit flat on the chair again. "Got it? Go have sex with your boyfriend or something."

"I broke up with him…"

"Then get a new one. Got it?"

Despite Candice's shattered willpower, she continued holding onto some semblance of pride. 'Or is it lust? These young white girls, honestly… All it takes is some black dick and they turn into complete whores? It's embarrassing that this is my daughter…'

"I-I'll…"

"Hm…?"

Candice pulled out her phone and showed Rebecca a photo. It made her eyes widen: The photo showed her servicing Deshaun, though she had no idea which day it was. "D-Deshaun is mine! If you don't back off, I'll show this to dad- H-hey!" With swift reflexes and zero hesitation, Rebecca took Candice's phone and threw it against the wall. "My phone! You bitch!! My life was in there…! You think that photo isn't in the cloud?! I can still show him!!"

"Don't." Rebecca announced her command without a single change to her facial expression.

It was enough.

Candice closed her mouth and teared up.

A long silence ensued after.

Rebecca smiled, pleased that she had just protected her family from internal strife. 'She'll grow out of this phase. All is well.'

Just as she intended to leave, Candice had one last gem to throw. "He still prefers me…" She said amidst sobbing.

"Really…?" Rebecca's pride was violently poked.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. "Candy? It's me." The voice's owner was clear: Deshaun. "You better get on your fucking knees already. You got a lot to make up for passing out yesterday!"

His words made Rebecca smile with stifled laughter. "What was that about being a bad bitch, honey?"

Her daughter said nothing, looking to the side in shame; Being confronted with the reality that she was just a living sex doll for Deshaun was certainly tough.

"M-Mrs. Parker? I mean, mom…?" Deshaun walked in only to be terribly surprised; He evidently did not mean for Rebecca to hear any of that and froze up.

Seeing him act in such a way was cute when contrasted with his constant manliness.

Rebecca did not mind whatsoever. It just made her next move easier. She walked toward Deshaun and rested a hand on his chest. "Follow me to my bedroom, would you, dear?" She looked back at Candice with a smug smile, powered by the built-up frustration of every non-truth she had to hear during their verbal skirmish. "…Let's test a theory."

For the first time in her life, Rebecca felt joy at seeing her daughter's sadness.

Also for the first time in her life, it occurred at the same time as the area between her legs burned wildly.

It was time to take back her property.

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'Oh, look at that. Candy WAS right about at least one thing.'

Perhaps there was still room for evolution in Rebecca!

What a crossroads Deshaun found himself in.

In front of him was Rebecca, commanding his submission with clear lustful implications behind her body language and words.

Behind her, crying on the bed, was Candice. She was clearly upset about something and seemed to have dropped or broken her phone for some reason.

With incomplete context, his instincts and intelligence flared up at full speed.

Rebecca was inviting him for sex.

Candice did not want him to go.

If he made the wrong decision right now, he could put everything to lose. The rules of the game were simple: Who could he safely frustrate?

Rebecca was understanding and in love with his contributions to her social media page, so surely her…

…Is what he would love to think. 'Her eyes… There's an implied threat there…! Does she even realize it? What does that mean? Is she onto me…? Have I been too bold…? If I go with her, she remains agreeable with me… But then, Candice might…'

The girl crying on the bed was a huge danger. She had access to a photo of Deshaun and Rebecca sexually interacting. If that information made it to Jack, things could get really, really ugly for him.

…Would she betray him if he went with Rebecca? 'That stupid girl is in love with me and is unpredictable…! This entire situation is her fault, isn't it?! She's such a nasty brat that I spent the entire week focusing all my efforts on breaking her to be my unconditional ally. I ended up neglecting this fucking mother and now my hold on her is reduced…! Fuck…! Should I have not given her that much attention? But then who knows what she might have done?! She's a fucking brat! Shit!' Deshaun was a master at improvisation; Still, he was not perfect. It was hard to predict the ramifications of one's actions when acting in the moment.

In the end, Candice poisoned the smooth progress of his plans. It led to him neglecting his bond with Rebecca, and therein lied the big danger. The glass cannon's damage was done, with a poison-coated cannonball.

The choice was simple: What gamble should he take next?

If he pissed off Rebecca, would she realize everything about him and go to Jack?

If he pissed off Candice, would she feel betrayed – due to her absurd feelings of love for him – and go to Jack with the photo?

Should he go with neither? 'That's just stupid…!'

Should he try to sleep with both together? 'No way…! Look at Candice's face…! She looks like she wants to kill her mother…! And I don't know that Rebecca would accept that…'

Deshaun only had a few seconds to answer.

The wrong choice could cost him everything and he lacked the context to make a fully-informed decision.

Whose brains should he fuck the shit out of right now?

Chapter 4: Cornered From All Sides

Chapter Text

Deshaun needed time to think, so he asked a dumb question. "What theory…?"

"Nevermind that." Rebecca pressed her hand on his chest a little harder. "Let's fuck."

Deshaun did not expect such a straightforward, vulgar answer. He needed to stall harder. "R-really…?"

"What's the problem? Am I not your type?" Rebecca locked eyes with him.

If there was a subtle threat in her voice and eyes before, it was certainly gone.

…Turned into an apocalyptic warning. Rebecca was not a glass cannon like Candice, nor was she a proper steel cannon.

She was a nuclear bomb, and she was ready to end his existence; Either by directly blowing up, or spilling radiation all over his plans.

'Khhhh…!' Deshaun's dilemma lacked an easy answer. 'I have no context on what they're fighting about. It must be a catfight about me… She wasn't willing to cheat this far on Jack, and now she's asking me in front of her daughter?"

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'I don't know. I have to go with my gut. If I screw up here, everything gets ruined… So I'll go with…'

Rebecca, obviously. There was no easier choice to make. There were multiple advantages to favoring her alliance over Candice's.

For starters, Rebecca had the real power in the house. With her, he could manipulate the bigger target far more easily, especially considering how little effect he had on his own; Jack seemed to lack the white guilt he so sorely needed to play him.

Moreover, Rebecca turned out to be infinitely easier to handle, provided he had the time to dedicate to her. She was a mature woman whose wants were clear and easy to appeal to: Feeling important, relevant, and attractive. A cliché to be sure, but it was what it was.

Those were all VERY easy things for him to give her. 'She loves talking to me, touching me, training with me… And making me cum. Because she thinks so highly of me, it makes her think even higher of herself, not to speak of the raw physical attraction she has to me as a man. White women are all the same…' Deshaun felt confident in his read of Rebecca.

Candice, on the other hand, was a mess. 'This stupid girl barely understands herself. I know she's in love with me and she's a total snowbunny, but she refuses to just own up to it. First, she pretended to be this progressive saint, and now she lost it and went full racist bimbo… Not that she isn't, but it's just nasty and volatile to deal with. Fuck, I hate her.'

She irritated Deshaun deeply. The way she 'manhandled' him a week ago bruised his ego to unrepairable degrees. 'I focused on her so much that I didn't give Rebecca any attention. If I don't feed her something now, her view of me might whittle just enough for her to think I'm suspicious. No, she already is… Just look at her body language. This hand on my chest isn't to show me affection… It's just to exert control over me, like someone who handshakes with their hand on top.'

'Choose me or I will end you.' Such was the hidden message in Rebecca's body language and 'sensual' stare. 'She's competing with Candice over who I prefer… Is that it?'

Therefore, Deshaun should go with the matriarch in the house.

…But if Candice felt betrayed enough, she could reveal the photo to Jack. 'I made her think that her mother was pressuring me so she could have fun with my body because she's a racist white slut. If she realizes I made that up, she might feel too betrayed, especially after Sarah… Even if she doesn't use the photo, she might tell Jack, and that's too much on its own. And there's Johnny… I'm sure I've got him on my side. He's a perverted little raccoon, just now waking up to his fantasy about watching his mother get blacked by me. I bet that's all he thought about when he watched me and his sister, so it's gotta be cooking in his head. But what if he sees Candice switching sides and switches too…?'

In the end, there was no truly easy answer. Deshaun planted many seeds during the past weeks.

Johnny;

Candice;

Rebecca;

Deborah;

Sarah.

Those all mattered for his overall goals, but right now, everything was at risk.

…Then, a great idea suddenly entered his head. During the few seconds he remained in silence, Deshaun formulated a plan that would preserve all his efforts. 'This should work… I have the right understanding of this MILF's feelings… This will work for sure.' It was a short-term solution, but all he needed was a way to de-escalate the situation so that he could retreat and regroup without major consequences.

"Mom…" He smiled as sweetly and submissively as he could – just the way he knew Rebecca liked it. 'It makes her feel powerful and hot because I'm such an alpha male in her eyes.'

"…Yes…?" Realizing Deshaun had something important to say made her drop the smugness and become curious.

Deshaun leaned in for a whisper while looking down to avoid Candice's gaze. "…I've missed you so much this past week…"

"You did…?"

"…You can tell, can't you? That something is off…"

"Yeah… I helped deal with your needs as a black man every night, and then you stopped calling me…"

"You're so smart and attentive, like the mother I never had… I guess it's obvious, isn't it? I didn't call you this whole week, even though I couldn't stop thinking about you… It was so hard, just like my dick…"

"So something WAS wrong! You DID want to call me!" Deshaun hit the jackpot. As a middle-aged narcissistic woman, Rebecca could not handle the concept of being left behind by a stud like him after being made to feel so special in a sexual way. The feeling of self-worth that she gained from believing that he was obsessed with MILF blondes like her had become a key component for her mental health; Plus all his contributions to her social media page's popularity and to dealing with her racism scandal.

"I wanted to so much, Mom! But I couldn't…"

"Why not?" She leaned in closer. "You can tell me, Deshaun. I'm your mom now. You're safe with me. I adopted you, so I'm ready to care for all of you… I've more than proved that by now, haven't I…?"

Everything was going perfectly. Not only was their bond repaired, but it was likely stronger than ever due to how he framed it. The idea that Deshaun was silently lusting for her all week long – even if he did not call her – made her feel incredibly valued and special.

It was time to throw in the killer shot. For that, Deshaun would have to expose information he wanted to keep privy, but it was a necessary sacrifice. "I haven't been spending time with you because Candy knows about us. She has a photo of you helping me… So-"

"Yeah, I know."

"Y-you do?" Deshaun did not feel good about the idea that Rebecca knew things without his awareness.

"Yeah. Wait, you knew but didn't tell me?"

"I-I didn't want to burden you! You're such a great mother to me, so I thought it would concern you too much! After all, people were so unfair to you online when you did nothing wrong, and it was so recent. I didn't want you to feel stressed again."

"Huh…" Rebecca very subtly pressed the hand harder against his chest. "Next time tell me, okay?"

"A-absolutely…" His entire rhythm was thrown off. "I'm so sorry, Mom…"

"It's okay. I think I understand… But what does that have to do with anything…?"

"What are you two saying there?!" Candice randomly blurted out, still pissed and crying softly. "Mom, you-"

Rebecca gave Candice a death stare. It was enough to silence her.

At that moment, Deshaun felt happy to have gone with her. "Candy's been blackmailing me."

"Huh?!" Rebecca's eyes widened in shock.

Deshaun did his best to look and act as sad and scared as possible. "She's been saying that if I don't fuck her, she'll tell your husband. I was so scared for you, so I had to sleep with her all these nights to make sure she didn't tell him…"

"My daughter's blackmailing you?! No, but wait… Candy would never do that…"

"H-hm…?"

"Candy would never do that." Rebecca kept herself to whispers but lashed out, staring at him with suspicion.

The threat of a nuclear ending to his plans was ever imminent.

Deshaun was a good improviser, but there was such a thing as a limit. 'Did I push too much by trying to salvage both alliances at the same time?! This stupid, fucking MILF…! Of all the white mothers I could have had to deal with, did it have to be the only one without double-digit IQs?!' He struggled to suppress his own rage at seeing everything collapse right in front of him.

…

'No! I have two alliances to lean in on right here. To save the one with Rebecca, I'm going to…' Deshaun subtly raised his eyes and looked at Candice with misery.

…She thought he was asking for help, which was exactly what he wanted.

What would happen next? Deshaun had no idea. It was a complete gamble, like all improvisation. He needed Candice to do or say something that would instantly make Rebecca angry with her, thus biasing her view of her daughter just as the gears in her mind turned.

That moment…

"What is it, Mom?! Huh?! You feeling old yet?! I told you he preferred ME over your loose pussy!"

…He got really, really lucky.

Rebecca's attention was immediately diverted from Deshaun to Candice, and with the added emotion he wanted: Rage. "Candice…"

"What?"

"Did you blackmail your brother to have sex with you?!"

"HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH?!" Candice snapped with dozens of anger veins covering her bawled-out face. "Do you have shit for brains?! Are you THAT jealous that he prefers a young, tight pussy over your loose hole?!"

"You did, didn't you?!" Rebecca's own face became covered in dozens of anger veins as she approached her daughter with unadulterated fury due to repeated disrespect. "You're such an envious little girl that you BLACKMAILED your adoptive brother to sleep with you just because he preferred me over you!"

"DO. YOU. HAVE. SHIT. FOR BRAAAAAAAAINS?!" Candice abandoned all femininity when screaming at her mother, looking like a crazy woman. "You're the one who's envious!"

Deshaun silently watched from his corner of the room. 'I turned them against each other to save myself, but this is not ideal. I can't control how their fight will go… I lied so much to either of them that if they realize it… Shit, I'm not in the clear yet. I just want to get out of this without making an enemy out of either one…!'

"How could you THREATEN to expose your brother and me to your FATHER?! Do you have no RESPECT?! All to FUCK him?! How could you ABUSE him like this?! He's already so underprivileged, and you essentially RAPED him mere weeks after he entered this family?!"

"HUUUUUUUUH?! RAPE HIM?! ARE YOU INSANE?!"

"Don't you DARE scream at me! I am your MOTHER!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE SCREAMING FIRST, YOU OLD HAG! Khhh!" She was promptly struck back down to the bed with a violent slap to the face, making her eyes tear up.

"…Don't call me that. I thought I already told you."

Both women stared at each other with murderous intent.

Nevertheless, Deshaun felt mildly lucky. After Rebecca's smack, they seemed to have calmed down. 'Should I jump in and-'

"And you didn't answer my question. How could you do such a thing to an innocent young man like Deshaun?"

"HOW COULD I WHAT?! SAY IT TO MY FACE!" Candice jumped to her feet again, renewed in her teenage rage.

'…I'm out of my depth.' There was nothing he could do other than witness the consequences of his own actions.

"I already did! You blackmailed Deshaun into having sex with you, didn't you?! Don't you have any sense of morals?!"

"WHAT?!"

"Don't you see how RACIST it is to force him to have sex with you just because he's black?! Why are you fetishizing the color of his skin?! He was already born poor, black, and without parents, and now you add this to his shitty life?! I brought him here to be happy and know what it's like to be treated like a human being, and you basically RAPE him because you can't contain yourself?! If you wanna lust after his big black dick, then lust, but don't BLACKMAIL HIM!"

"ME?! You're saying *I* am fetishizing him?!" Candice jumped to her feet again, confronting Rebecca while sporting a nasty hand mark on her face. "What about you, huh?! Milking his dick with your tits and mouth because you want to make your middl- U-uhm… Your life interesting like a pervert mommy!" Alas, Candice learned not to call out Rebecca's age – at least not with insults. "And I didn't do ANY of the things you said! Stop saying that!"

The discussion was heading in a dangerous direction for Deshaun. 'Candice didn't realize I just sold her out to Rebecca with a lie, which is good… But now she's confronting Rebecca with the fake story I told her… Shit… I can't have Rebecca thinking I was lying to her daughter…'

"This again?! We just went over this! That has nothing to do with it! I was helping him out with his needs as a black man! I was being racially conscious and respectful, unlike you!" Rebecca fired back with an unexpected response. "Stop making that up!"

Unexpected for Deshaun, of course, who lacked the full context of the argument that took place before he arrived.

Indeed, he was horribly out of his depth, witnessing the fight between two blonde, white women who were obsessed with him for one reason or another.

All he could do was tense himself, purse his lips, and pray that things somehow went in his favor.

"STOP LYING! I didn't make it up! That's what HE told me! You pressured him to let you use his body because you lust for big black guys like him, just like every other generic white girl! You're the one forcing him to do things, not me! At least *I* am special! I get him off like no one else!"

"Huh?" Rebecca's voice went quiet for a moment.

…Things were about to turn REALLY bad for Deshaun. So much so that he took a small step back. Candice openly revealed all the lies she was fed by him. If Rebecca believed that he lied to Candice, then she would surely start thinking he might have lied to her as well.

If he lost Rebecca's favor, fleeing was the only option left. The next step would be for them to turn on him, rat him out to Jack, and everything would go to hell from there.

Such would be the consequence of his own actions.

"That's right, you can't lie to me, Mom! You think a guy like Deshaun can say no to you?! You're the one who adopted him! You're the mother of the house! He's afraid to say no to you, so he lets you use his body with your tits, mouth, or whatever other depraved shit you like! You're just like me, looking down on him for being black and using him for DICK! That's what he's good for and you know it just like me! HE'S JUST A DUMB BLACK COCK TO MAKE US CUM AND NOTHING MORE!" Agitated, she accidentally revealed her true colors, hiding nothing about her racist views. "At least when I do it, it's okay because I LOVE him!"

…

"A-AS A NORMAL PERSON! I LOVE HIM AS A NORMAL PERSON WHO'S WORTH NO LESS BECAUSE OF THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN! And I let him fuck me to… To help him control his urges!!" …And then quickly retreated to her progressive persona; Candice never revealed her true side except when alone with Deshaun.

Candice's inner turmoil mattered little, though. Deshaun was far more concerned about the slow, horrified look Rebecca gave him.

She was now aware of all the lies he said about her-

"I can't believe my daughter is this much of a liar."

"Huh?"

"…I know you'd never say lies about me like that, Deshaun. I can't believe she's making all this up just to avoid admitting the truth about threatening you and me…"

Deshaun could not believe his luck. 'My hold on her is this strong! Yes…!' As long as the fight did not escalate any further, he would be able to get out of this rut with both women still on his side-

"HUH?! You think I'm LYING?! Just ask HIM!" Candice pointed straight to Deshaun.

Rebecca looked straight at Deshaun, with her eyes implying the question.

Alas, the fight escalated too far.

A choice had to be made.

"I never said that." …So Deshaun threw Candice to the wolves… And faintly smirked in the process, unable to avoid the joy of screwing with her; He truly lacked any affection for the dumb, young bimbo.

"WHAT?!"

"Obviously." Rebecca was not surprised in the least.

It was over. Ultimately, Deshaun truly had no way of preserving the alliance he had built with Candice- 'Wait, why is she looking at me that way?! Don't tell me… She thinks I'm just going with what Rebecca said because I'm afraid of her…?' He felt like he was in the middle of a clown show. '…Is she that stupid…?' For a brief moment, he assumed the situation was still salvageable.

"Wait…" Rebecca began opening her mouth; Deshaun could already sense incoming trouble. "…When you first moved here, you spent a lot of time in this bedroom with Candy. Why is that…?" Unfortunately, her instincts kicked in.

What was going on through Rebecca's mind was obvious: Her daughter seemed really adamant about her claim of telling the truth; Moreover, he and she were buddy-buddy to the point of being inside her bedroom all the time… Until she suddenly began blackmailing him? Just like that, out of nowhere, they quit being buddy-buddy?

Was that not odd? Was it not more reasonable to assume that Deshaun was just outright lying?

"So? Why were you in Candy's room all the time?" Rebecca probed again. He needed to give an answer and did not know what to say.

"Because he wanted me to help keep him satisfied as a black man! In a, uh… Platonic way! It's hard to explain!!!" Thankfully, Candice spoke for him.

"Huh?" Without even realizing it, Candice saved Deshaun again. Her claim – which was the truth – led Rebecca to an entirely new train of thought. "Surely, that was not it…" She could not believe that to be true for one simple reason.

If Candice was telling the truth, that would mean that Deshaun asked Candice for service first. That would be destructive to her narcissistic ego.

…And so… "…Are you lying again, Candy?! Why?!" …She preferred to see her daughter as a liar than to see herself in second place.

What would happen next?

Deshaun had no idea. However, he learned something during the past couple of minutes of madness.

It would be far better for him to take a side than to let things develop and get out of hand again. Hoping for a positive outcome was a risky, dumb choice. It was better to cut his losses, sacrifice a lamb, and ensure a half-win.

Luckily, Deshaun hated the lamb in question.

"Candice has been threatening me from the very first day I got here." Deshaun said with a sad expression.

"She did what?!"

"WHAT?!" Candice was stunned. 'Wait, wait, wait… What is happening here?! Why is he saying that?! I understand he didn't want Mom to know the things he told me about her, but why lie about this?! Why is he lying about me?!'

…

Maybe Deshaun was afraid of Rebecca knowing that he had ANY type of sexual interaction with her? 'That makes sense… Yeah, maybe that's it-'

That was not it. Only an idiot would believe that. Deshaun was intentionally lying and manipulating them both. Candice realized that.

'This is just like the situation with Sarah… He made it sound like she hit on him and then he couldn't hold back… But then he went and invited her in again while making me do all that weird stuff with my mouth and hand without getting him off. Now he's lying about me to Mom and acting as if she's a saint to him while I'm this evil white bitch…!'

Deshaun was manipulating her from the start. The why was unknown. And the reason for the specific method chosen too. 'No… I know the latter…'

From the very first day, he saw her as a stupid, blonde, repressed racist bimbo who would bend the knee and turn into his sex-addicted friend with ease. 'He knows about my activism and progressivism. That whole crap about making me platonically jerk him off and blow him without finishing him off… And letting him dry hump my tummy… He just wanted me to feel special and go crazy with wanting to see him cum so he could make me do anything for him!'

It worked. Candice not only went crazy, but snapped and dropped her progressivist façade – at least to herself, in her own mind. She was now her true self and had no qualms about recognizing the inferiority of someone like Deshaun; Not that she would be stupid to go public with her real worldview.

…And now he was making her out to be a liar while leeching off Rebecca's narcissism. Her mother was drunk on the benefits he brought to her life and fully believed him.

However, that was not the worst part.

The worst part was…

"I-I loved you…"

"Hm?" Rebecca said.

"I loved you… Even though you're… Black scum… I loved you…"

"Excuse me…?" Deshaun said.

"I LOVED YOU, YOU STUPID NIGG- MNGHHHMMM!!!" Before Candice could fully leap at Deshaun with tears and anger veins all over her face, Rebecca stopped her in place by covering her mouth with her hand and pushing her onto the bed.

Like always, her mother's death stare single-handedly sedated her. As much as she hated Rebecca – especially now that she was stealing the worthless piece of shit that she loved – there was simply something unbreakable about her authority – the same likely applied to Johnny.

"You stupid little girl…! Do you not hear yourself?! What's wrong with you?! Were you seriously about to say the N-word?! Don't you think about anything that comes out of your mouth?!"

'THAT'S what you have a problem with?!!' Candice grunted and drooled on Rebecca's hand. 'He's lying to you! He lied to me! He's probably lying to Johnny too! Stupid nigger! Fucker! Asshole! Criminal! I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!'

"Do you have ANY idea what would happen to me if your STUPID antics got out?! Deshaun is a saint! What if he told anyone about the way you've been treating him?! I-I won't go through that again…" Rebecca's expression turned grim for a moment, remembering her online scandal about racism. "I refuse to go through that because you're a horny little white girl! How dare you use your brother just because he's black?! And degrade him with racist slurs?! This is not okay! I didn't raise you to be a privileged skank, Candy! We should all be more conscious!"

'WHO CAAAAAAAAAAARES?! HE'S LYING TO EVERYONE!!!!'

"D-Deshaun… You haven't told anyone, have you…?"

"No. Only you, Mom. I knew it would cause you trouble, so I kept it to myself. But it's been horrible… She called me… That 'thing' all the time."

"Nigger?!" Rebecca's eyes widened. "I-I mean, the N-word?! Sorry!!"

"It's okay. I don't mind it when *you* use it, Mom."

'I'LL KILL YOU!' Candice thrashed like a madwoman under Rebecca's restraint, fully disregarding how psychotic she was making herself look.

Deshaun looked at Candice with a very faint smirk, clearly implying that she was playing into his hand; Not that it made her stop going crazy. "It's been very hard on me… Every night, she said that if I didn't make her feel like a real white woman, she would badmouth me to you and Dad and get me kicked out of the house… I've never had a mother like you, and I didn't want to lose you… So I did everything she wanted…'

'YOU PIECE OF SHIT NIGGEEEEEEEEER!!!!' His smirk grew wider but only Candice noticed it. Rebecca was emotionally blind to it, fully on his side.

"Everything she wanted…?"

"Yes… In the first few days, she just wanted to jerk me off or blow me… Sometimes she asked me to dry hump her… But after my incident with Sarah, she got jealous and forced me to start fucking her every night, using that photo she took in secret."

"Th-that's…"

"It was horrible… She kept begging me to 'black' her and show her what a 'negro' can do with his 'big black cock'… Those are all harmful stereotypes from pornography… It really dehumanizes me, you know? I felt like just a piece of meat. Like… Like a slave.

"Oh, Deshaun…!" Rebecca's eyes got slightly misty; The degree to which she found herself emotionally involved with Deshaun infuriated Candice even more. She had no doubt that her mother was concocting all sorts of narratives in her mind about how she was very special and different compared to a real racist like Candice, thus massaging her own ego by using Candice as a jumping platform. "It must have been horrible…! I can't believe you went through that…!"

"It was awful… I fucked her so hard, just to please her… I didn't matter at all. She only cared about the fact that I'm black and have a big dick… I felt so small because of how scared I was… Through all of it, I could only think about one thing… It was the one thing that kept me going…"

"…What…?" Rebecca asked with fervent curiosity, clearly hoping for a specific answer.

'You better not fucking say it…! I'll kill you if you say it, you nigger fuckboy…!'

"You, Mom." Deshaun connected his sad eyes with Rebecca.

'MOTHERFUCKEEEEEEEEER!!!!'

They stared at each other for many, many seconds; His ability to take his time in emotionally wooing her would have impressed Candice if she were not so infuriated.

"Are you saying… That during all these days that you didn't call me a single time to help clean your pipe, and also didn't join me in any workout sessions or Insta photos…" Rebecca's smile cracked bizarrely wider. "…You were having sex with my daughter while thinking of ME?!"

Deshaun nodded. "I've never met a white woman who was my perfect type and treated me like a person and not a sex object… You're special. Mom, the only one I want is you!"

After that, there was a long period of silence.

Something changed in Rebecca. Deshaun did just woo her. There was a wide smile from ear to ear on her face.

Rebecca snapped.

Not from being relentlessly fucked by him…

Not from being blackmailed or humiliated…

Not even from physical torture.

Rebecca snapped from excessive positivity. It was like a drug to her, and Deshaun smashed the injection button until her brain drowned in it. A simple look at her face made her state of unreasonable elation blatantly obvious.

Her mother was high on positive feedback; Her narcissism and dependence on praise had been stimulated to the maximum and beyond.

…And Deshaun kept going.

"All I could think about was your boobs and mouth, Mom… I got through it by pretending that the woman I was fucking was you!"

'LIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!' Candice continued to grunt maniacally. 'WHAT ABOUT ALL THE TIMES YOU PACKED ME WITH YOUR DISGUSTING BLACK CUM, HUUUUUUH?!!! YOU KEPT SAYING SHE WAS PRESSURING AND USING YOU! LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!' She would jump at him and claw his stupid, ugly face as soon as her mother let go of her.

Yet, it did not happen. Even though Rebecca eventually let go of her, Candice did not leap at him.

…She just curled up on the bed and bawled her eyes out.

Despite him being from another world and inherently inferior to her, there was simply no helping it. He had made her feel special in addition to being physically attracted to him. Seemingly, he had been doing the same with her mother all this time and ended up choosing her.

Deshaun was Candice's Romeo. Sadly, it seemed the romance she hoped for – childishly and semi-unconsciously – would never come to be.

'Wait… Don't they kill themselves in the end? What kind of shitty romance is that?'

…

Could Candice be a generic white bimbo instead of being special in any way whatsoever?

Was she not stereotypically dumb?

Rebecca was running on the highest high of her life. 'Careful…! If I don't steady my balance, I'll start floating…! I'm so happy right now…!'

Every single negative feeling she had during the past had been vindicated in such a perfect way that it almost looked fake.

But reality was not fake. Rebecca was just that special of a woman. It made perfect sense that Deshaun was so madly into her in all senses: As a mother, as a person…

…And as a woman.

She did not even NEED to fuck him to prove that he preferred her. 'He really is my property… I'm just so special that I can conquer a complete hunk like Deshaun without even offering him full sex. Candice had to humiliate, blackmail, and sexually degrade both herself and him, and she still failed to make him hers… But I did it without any of that. This alpha is all mine with just my personality and good looks!'

Rebecca was the superior specimen. It should feel wrong to compare herself to her daughter, but she could not help it. 'The more I realize how superior I am, the better I feel…!' The area between her legs tingled. 'This is not healthy, but it feels so good…! I'm so incredible…!'

But Rebecca was better. Her social media page was more popular, her life was more fulfilling, and the handsome black man in the house with the huge black cock preferred her without having even penetrated her. Even as a progressive, she was better, much more aware of the importance of using her privilege to promote equality and respect.

That was why she so regularly gave Deshaun boobjobs, handjobs, and blowjobs. 'Black males like him have so much sexual drive, and he's madly in love with me. Candice just can't accept it because she's a little narcissist with jungle fever! She needs to do better, be more like me.'

Once more, she stared at her daughter, crying on the corner of the bed with snot pouring out of her nose. If not for the horrible things she did to Deshaun, Rebecca would be consoling her right now.

Instead, Candice deserved it… And it made Rebecca feel good. 'First our fight a few minutes ago, and now this? Should I really be getting off on making my daughter cry? Well, I did win the competition I came here for, so…'

…

'Competition…?'

…

'Didn't I originally come here to protect my family? To keep my daughter and adoptive son from engaging in a sexual relationship…? I feel like we're more divided than ever. Isn't that weird…? Why is that…?'

…

'Well, I guess things got a bit competitive by accident, but she's the one who provoked it. Yeah… It was all her. Nothing else caused this fight and separation between us but her own reckless behavior. Speaking of which, if I aim to protect my family, I can't just leave things like this, can I? I need to fix all the damages that Candice caused to Deshaun… Which also means keeping my social media brand safe. Isn't it crazy how things just line up?'

Being the best person and mother possible CONVENIENTLY lined up with Rebecca being better than her daughter, being a good person, being incredibly popular online while partially exposing her body for views, and…

"Deshaun."

"Yeah?"

"I was so angry at Candice for what she did to you that I considered making her apologize by servicing you with the proper guidance until you forgave her…'

"Huh?!" Candice mumbled.

"Relax." Rebecca silenced her daughter with a look of disdain and disappointment. That would be cruel to Deshaun…" She walked over to him, pressed her large bust against his chest, and grabbed his crotch while looking him deep in the eyes. "After suffering so much in the very house that should give him a safe space where he can be himself, he deserves a far better apology, doesn't he…?" She bit her lips while squeezing her grip around his length. "…And it looks like your body knows just what it deserves."

"R-really, Mom?" Deshaun's excited nervousness was cute; He was perfectly wrapped between Rebecca's motherly fingers.

"That's right. After everything you went through, you deserve to have your needs fully met, just like you want it…" She slid a hand into his pants, confidently grabbing his erect, thick member and giving it slow strokes. "All those miserable years of an underprivileged life in the orphanage are now over, okay? From now on, in the Parker household, I want you to live your best life. No racism is allowed here. You're normal just like the rest of us."

"Wow, Mrs. Par- Mom… Thank you so much for seeing me." Deshaun felt valued by Rebecca's attentive words.

Rebecca looked back at her crying daughter. "Black men are people too, Candy. But they do have a difference." She pulled his cock out of his pants, letting it rub directly against her faint abs, coating them in precum. "They have this huge black cock and an uncontrollable, primitive urge to breed white girls like us. Some women, however, are very privileged and think they can use these cocks for their own satisfaction at all costs, objectifying poor victims like Deshaun."

"I…! Didn't do any of that…!"

"No…? I heard all the times you called him the N-word the other day. Plus everything Deshaun just told me… What's the point of still lying?"

"I didn't…! I didn't…! I was just…!" Candice resumed sobbing.

Rebecca chuckled, again pleased by making her daughter cry. 'That's what she gets for trying to compete with me. Not just that, she caused a big problem that I still need to fix…' She looked at her son again. "Let's become closer as white mother and black son from now on, okay? All so you can be happy and live a satisfying life as a person with value…"

"I'd love that so much, Mom…!" He grabbed her waist and slowly moved his hips back and forth, humping her navel.

'Nghhh…! Forget all the social media help… I feel like such a woman with a guy this hung and big desperate to fuck me…! Jack, you have nothing on this stud…' After a few seconds of enjoying enduring his masculine urges, Rebecca pulled the trigger. "…Can you forgive her and keep this between us?"

"Of course! Anything for you, Mom!" He grabbed her waist harder, speeding up his humps.

"Ah… You're such a good boy… That's it, go ahead… Enjoy my midriff as much as you want. I'm no longer going to hold you back. This big black cock deserves love directly from me. I'm going to let you fuck me today… But that wouldn't be enough on its own, would it?"

"Oh…?"

Rebecca backed away from Deshaun, locked the bedroom door, and pulled him by the hand toward the bed. "Get off, Candice." When addressing her daughter, she used a stern tone and commanding expression.

"Wh-what?"

"Get off. We're going to fuck on your bed. And don't think of leaving the room, you stupid girl."

Candice scowled and sobbed… But obeyed, moving to the other side of the room.

"Come on, Dear. Get on it." Rebecca tugged his hand and made him sit on the edge of the bed. "We're not leaving until you've been thoroughly apologized to, alright…? And as for you…" She looked at Candice. "You need to do and be better, right?"

"…What are you talking about…?"

"When they tried canceling me for doing nothing wrong, that's what I heard and read every single day. Learn to be better. Do better. Learn your privileges. Raise the voices of people of color… The joke is that I was never a racist." Rebecca caressed the back of Deshaun's head while pressing her cleavage into his face. "…But you are. So, it's your turn. If you don't want to get canceled out of this house, pay attention right now and learn to DO better and BE better."

"…You're going to kick me out…?!"

"For blackmailing and essentially raping your adoptive brother just to get a fun ride out of his big black cock? I might."

"I-if you do…!"

"…You won't tell your dad anything anyway. Got it?"

"Ghhhh…" Candice gritted her teeth and began sobbing yet again. "You're cheating on him…!"

"Yes, I am. Deshaun has needs and I didn't bring him to this family to give him a miserable existence. Black men need satisfying, regular ejaculations to be healthy. Since he likes me so much, it's especially my responsibility."

"I'm so lucky to have been adopted by you, Mom!" Deshaun reinforced her. "I was so scared of Candy…"

"Oh, Dear…"

"Stop it! This is all wrong! He's lying! You're both out of your minds!"

"Hah… Candice, I'm sick of it. You're just acting this way because you're jealous that he prefers me."

"No, I'm not!"

"You love him. Well, you think you do, but you're actually just objectifying and fetishizing him because he's black, like a racist little valley bimbo."

"I'M NOT DOING THAT!"

"So, like a little kid who always gets everything she wants, you thought it was okay to threaten him. That's how much you wanted his black dick."

"NO!"

"So insistent on lying- Oh, wow… Really, Candice…?"

In spite of her crying and lying fiasco, she was devotedly glaring at Deshaun's pulsating, veiny, erect black cock, drooling while tearing up.

"Don't you think it's disgusting to objectify him like this?"

"I-I'm not… Objectifying him…" Candice started rubbing her legs together while breathing heavier.

"She always does this when no one is looking, Mom. I feel like I'm just a toy to her…"

"Liar… Liar…" Candice was so immersed in glaring at his dick that she could barely raise her voice, simply mumbling in a trance.

"Candice!" Rebecca raised her voice, making her look at him. "Stop thinking of your brother as some sort of piece of meat! He's a human being who just happens to be incredibly masculine, hung, and attractive! This isn't love! It's just childish infatuation. You're thinking with your pussy!"

"Shut up…!"

"Hm…" Rebecca failed to contain a smirk. She squatted to her tiptoes and brought her face and breasts close to his precum-coated, veiny cock. "Like I said, pay close attention. Consider this an opportunity for you to grow and evolve as a person. It's much better than the public hell I went through, and you happen to actually deserve it. Not only did you hurt your brother, but if this had gotten out, it would have blown up in my face. I can just imagine it… 'Gym Mommy adopts black man just to abuse him'…Just thinking that you could have ruined me like that makes me furious…! But, thankfully, Deshaun is a pure young man who will forgive you in exchange for a good time with my body."

"I just want to help, Mom! I just want to get along well with Candice, Johnny, Jack… And especially you!"

"Oh, you will… This won't be the only time. From now on, we'll get closer and closer…" Rebecca's smile turned lewd as she gave his shaft the first lick of many, drinking his precum without hesitation. "…Did you hear what I said, Candice? Pay attention and learn to be a better white girl from now on."

"And WHAT THE FUCK am I supposed to learn?!" Her mood remained volatile, switching between random bursts of anger, lustfulness, or crying sadness.

"…How to properly be a white girl and please a black alpha male like Deshaun…"

"H-huh…? Proper…?"

"…How good and fulfilling real sex with a big black cock can feel like…"

"G-good…? F-fulfilling…?" Candice started blushing.

"…And the simple truth that this big black cock here…" Rebecca gently tapped her face with the heavy cock twice; It was so heavy that it produced smacking sounds. "…Prefers ME over YOU."

"Y-you…!"

With a giggle, Rebecca began the time of her life.

…The high in her mind had not gotten even close to peaking yet.

With just a few licks, Deshaun's cock was already twitching aggressively; A reaction that Candice herself never got from him while using her mouth – at least not without tons of build-up first. 'Wh-why…?! What was so special about that?!'

"Ah, fuck, Mom… You're teasing me way too much…!"

"Feels good when done right, doesn't it…?" Rebecca adjusted herself in front of Deshaun's lap, removed her top and bra, removed his pants and underwear, and sandwiched his towering cock between her large tits, letting it poke her chin and smear it with precum and saliva. "Enjoy my mouth and boobs a lot, okay?" Whatever look she was giving Deshaun, Candice could not see from her position; Just the back of her head.

"Always…!"

Without further wait, Rebecca opened her mouth and… "Bhlrughh… Ghlrugh…" …Took a substantial portion of his large, hard glans into her lips while slowly moving her boobs up and down along his length.

The impact of her technique was immediately visible on Deshaun's face, to the point of arousing Candice. 'That face… It's kind of the same face he makes when cumming inside me… But she's just giving him a soft boobjob…!'

"What a juicy, juicy cock… Bhrlgh… Feeling this manly musk so close to my nose… Ghlrhh… Makes me feel all sorts of ways, Deshaun. Mnghlll… Sometimes I dream about it, you know…? About your big black cock breeding me black… Ghlrghjh… It's wrong since I'm your mother… Bhrlurgh… But I can't deny your appeal as a man…"

"Khhh… I'd do that easily for you, Mom. I'd breed you black whenever." Deshaun grabbed her hair and guided her movements lightly.

Rebecca offered no resistance, taking his hand's suggestions in stride and adjusting her pace. "…I bet you would, and you're going to. After I'm done massaging this strong black cock with my tits… Ghrlhh… I'm going to make you paint my womb with your black seed, okay…? Bhglrhl… I want you to really empty your nuts today. There's a lot to make up for because of my dumb daughter… Mnghrhl… So let me make this cock veeeery slippery for you. I want it to really slide in and out of my pussy."

"You know it's not going to slide, right?"

"It's too big, isn't it…? Then… Shluuuuuuuuuuurp…" Rebecca paused and slurped the head of his cock in an unnecessarily sloppy way, momentarily drowning the room in the sound. "…Make sure to stretch and scrape the fuck out of my white pussy with it until you're satisfied. I promise it'll mold however it needs to take your big black cock."

"What if you're too tight to take it?"

"Why mess with me like that…?" Rebecca stopped sucking his towering cock and gently slapped her cheek with it, causing small splashes of saliva and precum. "…Who would believe that a black cock like this would fail to break into a horny pussy like mine?" She rubbed her cheek against his glans slowly and passionately. "If it's too tight, please go ahead and give it the rough treatment it deserves, okay? Abuse it until it obeys."

"Mom…" Deshaun grabbed her hair – which she did not resist – and forced her head up until it was close to his face. "…You're a really nasty white mother, aren't you?"

"Not at all…" She continued to rub his glans against her navel, making Deshaun grunt from the stimulation caused by squishing his sensitive head against her precum-coated belly button. "…I'm just a normal white woman who happens to have the opportunity to breed black. Mnghhhhmmmm…"

Deshaun shoved his tongue into her mouth, making out with her for several seconds before returning her to the squatting position and letting her resume blowing and servicing him with her tits. "Go ahead then. Do your thing like a 'normal white woman'."

"There's no need to tell me twice. Bhghlrhllll… Ghjlrghll… Just sit back and… Shluuuuuuurp… Bhrluuuuuurgh… Enjoy getting milked like you deserve for being so manly. Shluuuuuurp…" Rebecca immersed herself in bouncing her tits up and down while bathing his cockhead with her tongue. Periodically, she stopped, gobbled up a big ball of spit, and let it all slowly run down her tongue, giving his monster black cock and her own tits a new coating of orally-produced lubricant; All so she could continue aggressively swinging her breasts up and down, using his thick quads as launching platforms.

Deshaun was having the time of his life, keeping his eyes focused on her face while she squished and massaged his cock repeatedly.

…Something was deeply wrong. Candice could feel it in her gut. 'Why is he enjoying this so much…? Compared to when I drain his balls with my body, isn't he smiling way too much…? Wh-why is he so into it…? I don't think I ever saw him this happy even after nutting in me a dozen times…!'

Candice believed she had a good understanding of Deshaun's body language; After all, she was always staring at him because of how his muscles pushed his shirt out, tingling her feminine side. At that moment, she was confident that Rebecca was making him infinitely happier than she did a single time through the past week.

That was simply impossible.

For starters, the first time they had sex, she fucked him so hard that she outlasted him in bed – a feat she failed to repeat.

Since then, she got absolutely railed every single night by him. Deshaun always pumped her womb with so much semen that she felt like exploding. He grunted and manhandled her body with intent, using her as a meathole to scrape out all the nut in his balls via sheer brutality. Candice was a braindead cockholster for his big black cock without hesitation.

…So how was her mother making him happier with a simple titjob? Perhaps it was the blowjob accompanying it? Was her mother particularly blessed with her mouth? 'Come to think of it… He never lets me suck him for long. Every time I tried to blow him for more than a minute, he just threw me on the bed and started wrecking me… Is that it…? Is Mom really good at dick-sucking…?'

The resentment from a few moments ago had taken a backseat in Candice's mind. Now, she was obsessed with understanding Rebecca's technique. Just like her mother wanted, Candice was now interested in 'learning' how to 'be' and 'do' better, though not on purpose; She was simply immersed in observing the act.

From her angle, though, it was impossible to get a good look at the meat of the action or Rebecca's face. Slowly, she inched to a new position that would allow her to subtly get a good look.

"Come on… Bhrluuuuurgh… I want to see this big black cock cum all over my face… Shluuuuurp… You deserve it for being such a healthy black boy… Ghluuuuuuurgh… Black cocks like these need to paint white mothers like me black… Bhrluuuuuurgh…"

"That's exactly what I want to do. Khhh…" Deshaun's neck gradually tensed up, approaching release.

…Candice inched forward…

"That's good. Shluuuuuurp… Your cum has such good texture and is so delicious… Bhrluuuuurgh… Make sure to reeeally enjoy staring at the face I make while using my tongue to please this musky cock, okay? Ghluuuuuuuurgh… Your cock was made to get tons of cum pumps out. Shluuuuuuuurp… Don't hold back at all… Bhrluuuuuuurgh… Take full advantage of your superiority as a black male."

"Superiority in comparison to who? Khh! Fuck…! Keep that up…!"

"In comparison to men like my husband, of course. Shluuuuurp…!"

…Candice inched forward… 'I can see it…! Her face…! Huh…? What is that look…? What…?' She was stunned. It was a look that Candice had never seen her mother offer before, leaving her confused as to the emotion behind it.

In addition to the inexplicable look, there were tears, precum, and spit all over Rebecca's face – a simple consequence of the sloppy blowjob being given. However, those truly mattered little.

What genuinely captured Candice's attention – and what Deshaun was focusing so much on – was her gaze. 'What is that…? What is she doing…?'

Before she could reflect further on the surreal expression, Deshaun grabbed Rebecca's hair, guiding her movements yet again; This time rougher and faster than before.

Rebecca offered no resistance, fully adapting her head bobs to match the pace Deshaun imposed. "Bhluuuuuuurgh! This big black cock breeds so good! Shluuuuuuurp! Ghluuuuuuurgh…! I've never had it in me, and I already know it would leave me with a huge feeling of emptiness in my womb after a single time fucking. Bhrluuuuuuuuurgh! Shluuuuuuurp! Ah, but maybe with all the cum that I'll let you shoot in me… Maybe I'll be able to avoid that feeling of emptiness? Shluuuuuuuurp! Bhrluuuuuuuurgh! Do you think it would work…? Letting you give me a black baby today…? Shluuuuuuuuurp!"

"Ghh…! Fuck, you've done it now, Mom…! Get these out of the way…!" Deshaun removed her breasts from around his dick, grabbed her hair with both hands, and buried her head against his dick.

"GHHHHRRRLLUUUUUUUUURGH!!!" Rebecca could handle slightly less than half his length in the single push. No matter how skilled or confident she acted, the raw truth was that no woman could possibly be accustomed to such a girthy, lengthy cock without continuous, extensive throat abuse.

It was not due to a lack of force either; Deshaun had pushed her down with enough violence to cover his forearm in veins. Rebecca's hands even moved to his knees to struggle out of instinct.

Even Candice flinched back at the show of violence, though she quickly recovered and paid attention again, curious to see how her mother would act.

Only two outcomes made sense to her: Either Rebecca would get pissed because of Deshaun's rough, unsolicited treatment, or she would get frustrated by her inability to take more dick into her throat. As a prideful, controlling woman, no other scenario made sense. 'Come on, Mom…! Screw you…! I want to see you get fucked!' …Not sexually.

All Rebecca did was let go of Deshaun's knees and wait with her head in place, doing her best to breathe for as long as possible. "Khhh! Ghhluuuuuurgh… Ghh!"

'Wh-what kind of obedience is that?! Don't bullshit me, Mom…!'

"Ghluuuuuuurgh…" Rebecca gagged and choked, gushing new puddles of spit onto Deshaun's swampy, reeking crotch, but she did absolutely nothing to pull her head up or get him to alleviate the pressure on her head. Her puffy cheeks and bulging throat forced her to eventually run out of air, turning a dangerous shade of red.

'Fine then…! Fine! Choke out! Choke out! Useless woman…! He's lying and playing you, but he still prefers fucking me, I know it!' In her mind, Candice got competitive. 'If you're going to act like some stupid sex slave wannabe and power through it… Then stay there until he kills you!'

As if timing her actions to spite Candice, Rebecca gently tapped on Deshaun's leg, asking for a break.

'F-fine…! Now he knows you're awful at this…! He hated it…! I bet he'll force you down more to make up for your incompetence!!'

…Deshaun let go of her head.

'WHATEVER!' Candice smirked, still feeling like the winner, completely disregarding the teary mess that her face was. 'When I fuck him, there's no asking for breaks! I just take it until I can't handle it anymore… And then he keeps going! You can't even handle a bit of that, Mom? You need breaks, like a little kid?! Loser! Hag! He prefers me! I hope he makes you gag until you puke and pass out! Ghhhh, but I hate him too… So bite his dick off or something AND THEN choke!!'

Unfortunately for Candice, Deshaun did not look frustrated whatsoever, peacefully giving Rebecca room to breathe. "Haaaah…! Haaaaah…! This is one nasty black cock…! Were you trying to break my neck or something, Dear? Shluuuuuuurp…" Even though she was gasping for air, she did not pause for long, quickly moving her face to the side and massaging his full length with her tongue and lips, taking in as much sloppy spit and precum as she could, and then giving him a whole new coating of oral fluids.

Deshaun said nothing, immersed in staring at her face. He was truly enjoying himself, aggravating Candice. 'What is this bullshit?! Are you both conspiring against me?! Fucking my pussy was way better than that…! Why didn't you look at ME that way when you were trying to explode my womb with cum, HUH?! That half-assed blowjob is better than MY LITERAL PUSSY?!' The more she watched, the less she understood.

It seemed Rebecca caught on to Candice's curious, frustrated look, giving her a smug side glance. She knew something that Candice did not and was rubbing it on her face.

What was that? What was so special about her technique? It seemed perfectly average. Above average, at most; Not special. 'Even if her technique is good, she could only handle him for a few seconds! Not even the whole thing! Isn't dumping all the cum in your balls inside me way better?! Am I not tight or sexy enough?!' New tears slowly rolled down her face. Candice felt betrayed on a multitude of levels.

Rebecca slowly positioned her mouth on top of Deshaun's glans to kiss it gently and sloppily. Without saying anything, she moved her eyes from Candice to Deshaun.

Again, she looked at him in a weird way that Candice could not understand. Whatever emotion that was supposed to convey, she had no idea…

…But Deshaun did, smiling while grabbing her head to once more force her down on his dick. "Ghluuuuuuurgh! Bhluuuuuuuurgh…!"

The exact same thing happened again. Rebecca gagged, choked, and gushed spit all over his length while doing her best to avoid puking. His enormous cock bulged part of her throat; She grabbed his knees forcefully at first and then quickly let go. She remained in place until her eyes got so misty that she teared up and her face got so red that she needed air.

Another failure… By Candice's standards. If Rebecca was competing with the black man fucking her, she was absolutely failing! She could barely take him with her mouth! It was a sad sight. At any moment now, he would get tired and facefuck her so hard that she passed out on his dick. Only then would she get him to satisfactorily cum.

…But Deshaun seemed to be loving it, granting her the freedom to breathe. Rebecca slurped all over his cock again and took another swing at deepthroating.

None of it made sense. If Candice were in Rebecca's place, she would have been getting manhandled and faceraped without mercy. It was such an unfair discrepancy that she felt like rushing forward and burying her mother's face on his dick all the way to the hilt, even if it took breaking her neck to do it.

Naturally, she did no such thing. Candice was too scared of her mother, so she watched, intrigued and insulted.

Again… And again… And again and again and again and again and again…

After dozens of times, Rebecca had evolved: She could take slightly more than 55% of his length down her throat before it got too tight to proceed.

Why did he keep enjoying it? Was it not just technique? Maybe her mother's throat was magical somehow?

Candice pondered endlessly until…

"You're about to shoot a ton of semen out, aren't you…?" Rebecca smiled lewdly, licking her lips clean to better receive his cumshot. "…It's pulsating so much. This delicious, masculine cock is suuuuch a treat. You really scraped my throat, you know? Isn't it naughty of you to use your mom's face as a fuckhole, Deshaun…?"

"I think you were doing most of the work, Mom." He said with sarcasm.

"I really was, wasn't I…? Shluuuuuurp… But isn't that how it's supposed to be…? A white woman squatted on her tiptoes like me… Bhluuuuuuurgh… I just can't help it. Thank you for letting me have so much fun with your big black meat, okay…? Ghluuuuuuuuurgh…" She continued to stimulate his throbbing, pulsating cock in-between praises and dirty talk, taking note of the decreased interval between each pulsation.

After a few seconds, it became obvious he was on the verge of bursting.

"Candice. Get down here." Rebecca ordered with a serious face and stern tone.

"H-huh?"

"Down here."

Having no idea what was happening, Candice rushed to her knees, beside her mother. Getting only a few feet closer was more than enough to swarm her nostrils with the scent of precum mixed with spit – plus all the sweat on Rebecca's chest and the pussy juices slowly streaming down her legs.

"You abused Deshaun and forced him to give you tons of cumloads under duress. Consider this your first reparation. The first 'good' cumshot your progressive stupid face has ever taken."

"Wh-what? Khhh…! Hey…!" Rebecca grabbed Candice by the ponytail and forced her face to stand right in front of Deshaun's pulsating cock. "Wh-… Whoah…" The instantaneous impact it had on silencing her thoughts was freakish. '………………………' Standing so close to the object of her obsessive desire numbed all senses, focusing exclusively on its glorious visual and odor. "Hah…. H-haaah ..." Her heart rate skyrocketed, making her pant while visually worshipping it. "Shoot all your cum on my face already …" Candice said in automatic mode. "Khhh! Hey…!"

Rebecca tugged on her ponytail, waking her from her trance. "What are you doing, ordering him around?"

"What?!"

"Don't just stare and order him to finish on your face! Help him do it, like a woman!" She took Candice's hand and put it on his glans.

Candice went with the flow, obeying her mother. 'S-slippery…! With my mom's spit…!' She started pumping his penis VERY fast while aiming it directly at her own face.

Why was she obeying? Why was she even servicing Deshaun in the first place? What happened to all the rage and resentment from being made to look evil and crazy minutes ago?

'……………………………………' Candice had no thoughts about any of that. Her mind emptied itself again, immersing fully on- "Khhh! Stop pulling on my haaaair, you hag! OW! Don't slap me!"

"Candice." Rebecca put a hand on top of Candice's head and forced her to stare into her eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"S-stroking him! To shoot out his nigg- Ow! Ow, ow! T-to shoot out his semen!"

"Do it properly. What is wrong with you?"

"She's going to ruin my orgasm with her incompetence." Deshaun was growing restless. "You're better, Mom…!"

"Grrrr…!"

"Just give her one more chance, Deshaun. As a way to make up for all she put you through."

To Candice, they both sounded like mad people. 'What did I do wrong?!' Candice examined her own hand. It was only a few seconds of jerking, but it was already drenched in a smelly cocktail of spit and precum. 'I was stroking so hard and fast!'

"Well… I'm not sure…" Deshaun looked away, playing hard to act – obviously acting.

But Rebecca was blind to it. "Come on…" She grabbed his penis, giving his glans slow, gentle strokes while lewdly staring at his eyes. "…Won't it be extra fun if you get to paint her face with your juicy sperm? I told you, it's like reparations… She has to make up for what she did."

"…I guess I can let her try one more time." Deshaun smiled arrogantly.

So arrogantly that Candice was ready to jump at him and claw his face.

…Until Rebecca put her hand on Deshaun's cockhead again. "Do it right this time."

"Khhh… F-fine…" Imitating her mother, Candice kept her hand motions slow and gentle, taking her time while running through every slippery ridge and vein on his long, girthy dick.

One stroke…

Two strokes…

Three strokes…

"Hah … Hah …" She started panting again, admiring the beautiful monster while her thoughts turned into a void once more. Her feminine parts tingled with a desire to be directly touched by the super black cock- "Khhh!!" Her ponytail was pulled again. "What?! What did I do wrong?!"

Rebecca looked at her with contempt. "…This is ridiculous."

"What?!"

"You honestly thought he preferred you over me when this is the best you can do? It's already wrong enough that I'm having my daughter sexually service my adoptive son, but it was the best way I could think of to help make up for all the emotional pain you brought him… And THIS is what you do?"

"Just looking at Candice makes me feel hurt…" Deshaun piled on Candice. "It was scary to think that she might ruin Mom's life with that photo. I felt like it was all my fault… It was the first time I had sex with a white girl and hated every second of it."

"I know, I know…" Rebecca grabbed his cock and gave it the same slow, gentle strokes that Candice was giving a moment ago. "Do you not want to apologize, stupid girl?" She judged Candice with a harsh stare.

"I… I didn't do anything…! He's lying about everything! AND YOU LOVED FUCKING ME! AND I JERKED HIM JUST LIKE YOU!" Candice could not help it; She raged again.

…

Nobody said anything, looking down on her. Deshaun was a surprisingly good actor whenever he wanted to be, and her mother did not believe her whatsoever, assuming her to be an evil, racist liar. The racist part was something Candice had come to terms with; But not the liar part, infuriating her.

Far more infuriating, surprisingly enough, was the fact that Deshaun quickly changed his reactions upon receiving a few of Rebecca's strokes. Apparently, they were so good and pleasureful that he no longer cared enough to act scared of her, losing himself in the pleasure.

How?

Why?

Was everyone conspiring against her? That must have been it.

There was nothing more special about Rebecca's hand than Candice's hand.

Fast and hard did not work. Slow and gentle did not work. Their hand sizes were the same. Their physical appearances were not different enough to justify such a discrepancy in outcome.

Yet, there was no doubt. Rebecca's handjob was on a tier of its own.

"You never had a chance to begin with, Candy." Rebecca whispered while keeping her eyes locked with Deshaun's. The hunky black man grunted and panted, with his abdominal muscles flexing hard; He was about to cum all over her face, with his cock shaking so much that it nearly escaped Rebecca's slippery grip multiple times. "…He has a thing for me, so you never really had a chance to match me…"

Candice doubted that Deshaun's 'thing' for Rebecca was true; It was likely just another of his lies to seduce her narcissistic ego.

"…But even then, you don't know how to please a real man like him."

"W-what…?"

"You have to EARN the cumshot like a good white girl…" Rebecca stopped right as it seemed like he was about to burst, grabbed Candice from both sides of the head, and positioned her straight in front of the erratically-swinging penis. "…By understanding it's all about HIM, not YOU." She grabbed Candice's hand and put it on Deshaun's dick again. "Don't look at his penis like some dumb, addicted whore, Candy! Look at his face! And stroke it already!" She slapped the side of Candice's shoulder to get her going, as if she were kicking a horse to start running.

Candice had little desire to obey anything, but the urgency of the shaking penis – plus the urgency in her voice – got her going. Confused, she stroked Deshaun's nearly-cumming black monster while staring at his eyes instead of at his penis or abs.

He looked down at her like she was a piece of meat. It was no different than every single time they fucked for the past week. She had already learned to offer herself as his cockhole and focus on making him feel good.

…

Had she?

Why was she shaking so much?

Why was her heart racing so much?

Why was her pussy throbbing so much?

During the past week of relentless, senseless fucking, he had stared at her like a piece of meat many, many times. But it felt different this time.

The difference did not lie in HIS stare, but in HERS. 'Huh…? I… Never looked him in the eyes…? No, I know I did…! But it feels different…! Wh-what is this weird feeling…?'

Instigated by her mother, Candice looked at him as an equal for the first time since she awakened to her true racist self. This simple change in perception made a world of difference in how they both felt.

In a way, it was similar to their very first interactions, when Candice still tried her best to fight off her dark side. 'H-he did look a lot happier with me back then than when we had sex…'

The reason for Rebecca's 'superiority' in terms of pleasing the black alpha male made itself clear then.

Her mother knew how to submit herself as a WOMAN, not as a slutty, bratty cock holster.

Her mother knew how to treat him like a MAN, not a living, walking piece of black meat.

When Candice offered herself to Deshaun, she behaved like a powerbottom brat or braindead, worthless bimbo.

When Rebecca offered herself to Deshaun, she behaved like a partner; An equal who focused on matching his rhythm.

'I'm supposed to look him in the face while getting him off, not his body or dick…? B-but he's so beefy… And this cock is so fucking hot… And she wants me to look at his face? Like he's a… NORMAL PERSON?!'

Her mind reflected on this supposed lesson while her hand stroked on its own. She was unable to blink, entranced again.

This time, though, she was entranced by Deshaun's dominant male gaze, not his alluring cock. It was different: Her mind did not go empty, forcing her to face the pressure. 'He's a person…? And I'm a woman pleasing him…? But that… That's like… Saying we're on the same level… Like he's not inferior to me or something…! That doesn't work…! No way…! I'm better…! So sex can't be like this…! I'm not a woman and he's not a man…! I'm a cock holster and he's a big black dick! Nothing more! No, no, no…!'

Unable to blink, Candice stared at his eyes the whole time. She did not change her focus even when his cock started quaking and shooting large spurts of boiling hot semen all over her, continuing to pump it through the whole process. In a matter of several seconds, her cheeks, mouth, eyebrows, hair bangs, and even her right eye had become covered in sticky, smelly sperm. The masculine, monster cock that she loved watching cum was feeding her skin everything she wanted, but she could not enjoy it, entranced by the way he looked down on her.

Offering herself as a woman on an equal level as him?

Humiliating! Undoable! Unacceptable!

That was why her mind objectified the act of sex with him to such hyperbolized degrees. It kept her from feeling unbearable disgust. Candice was perfectly comfortable with being a living cock holster for the living monster black cock. When sex was just a caricature of itself, their real worths as human beings were not an obstacle. That was how she preferred things to be; How they SHOULD be.

…Such was the case until her mother showed her how much better real sex was.

Candice finally understood what the look on Rebecca's face conveyed: submission. That should be no big deal. Candice also looked at him with submission whenever she let him use her like a ragdoll. Yet, the value of that look was completely different when sex was real instead of a parody of itself.

On her knees, offering herself with a true submissive stare, Candice witnessed him shoot an orgasm far more satisfying than anything she drew out of him with her pussy before. It felt much better for him.

…It also felt much better for her. Candice learned something she wished she never had: The joyous, masochistic feeling of fucking a black man as if they were somehow equals; To her, it was a deeply masochistic act. Despite seeing him as an inferior being, Candice now yearned to make him feel that good with her own body, envious of her mother.

Yet, to do that, she had to treat him as an equal.

That, she could not do. Her ego would not allow it. Her worldview made it impossible. Even her 'love' for him was based on seeing herself as nobility and him as a worthless street dog. They lived on different planets.

…But she wanted to do it…

…But she could not do it…

There was nowhere for Candice to hide. Her heart was in turmoil. She could not comprehend how her mother was capable of something so insane.

"H-haaaaah… H-haaaaaaaaaah…" Slowly, her eyes widened and her breathing sped up, realizing her face was completely coated in Deshaun's sperm. Candice released his penis and stared at her cum-coated hands, which were shaking with fear.

New tears rolled down her face; It was the simple result of her mind absorbing a life-changing discovery about herself.

Candice was absolutely better than Deshaun.

…But there was absolutely so much more pleasure in being his equal partner during sex.

"…See…?" Rebecca whispered with a lecherous voice. "…It feels better when you do it with love, right?"

"H-huh…? Wh-what…?" To Candice, that was not love; It was madness. 'C-come to think of it… This is probably how other white girls do it, isn't it…? They work together with him to make him cum as hard as possible… Sarah was like that… But even if I am a white girl who can't help but love black cocks… I'm still not THAT MUCH like other girls! I-I'm special…! At least a little… I'm different…! I can't let myself be degraded j-just to please meatheads like him…! He should feel lucky that I'm giving him any attention… I'll ride him…! I'll let him pound me…! I'll fuck him until his balls are empty… But I'll never offer myself as black trash like him!'

"Now, apologize to your brother." Whereas Candice was losing her mind, Rebecca seemed to have calmed down a lot.

"…Apologize…?"

"You caused him a lot of harm by debasing him just to deal with that jungle fever of yours. You may think I'm being harsh, but you need to apologize. He deserves it. Deshaun is just a scared young black man who wants to integrate and be happy in our family. You can't threaten him just because you want to satisfy your sexual urges, Candice."

"…But HE can cum on my face?!"

"…Well…" Rebecca side-glanced at Deshaun with a wide, lewd smile. Just like Candice, she loved staring at the sweaty, panting mass of muscles. "…You two should not have a sexual relationship in the first place. It's not good for the family. But since you made him sleep with you so many times, it's fine for him to cum on your face and look down on you this one time. I told you, it's a form of reparation, just so he knows you've changed. Isn't that the sort of stuff that Blonde With An Attitude defends? Or is it not okay when it's you doing the reparations with your body?"

"I-I…"

"…Relax." Rebecca put a hand on Candice's shoulder and brought her face closer, looking deep into her eyes. "…After today, you'll never have to watch him cum this hard on your face again. Do you know why, Candy?"

"…Why…?"

Rebecca gave Candice's cheek a big lap with her tongue, scooping in a big portion of cum, which she promptly gulped down without hesitation. "…Because he prefers me." She smirked.

"You…!" Candice shot to her feet, snapping with anger veins all across her face. "That's all you care about, isn't it?! You just want to keep him as your property! This is all about YOU! You're just rubbing it on my face! That's what this is all about! You want to feel like a hotshot by stepping on me because you got mad at all the things I said!"

"You still don't get it, do you?" Rebecca sighed, disappointed, and rested the side of her head on Deshaun's muscular legs, giving Candice a relaxed, smug look while showing herself to be intimate with the man. "This isn't about me or you. It's about your adoptive brother."

"No, it's not…! No, it's not! You just want to feel young again and pretend you're better than me…!" Candice could not catch a break from her tears, with her eyes going misty yet again. She used her hands to wipe them off, accidentally dirtying them with more evidence of the degrading moment of a minute ago. 'I'm better than all this…! I love his big black cock and I love him… But I'm not just a worthless white girl…! I'm better…! I'm not a meathole…!' Candice's mind fought tooth and nail to preserve her self-esteem and ego. Sex with Deshaun was a privilege granted to him. It would NEVER be right to socially and morally put herself on the same level as him to then submit for his satisfaction, even if it also made her feel much stronger pleasure. 'It doesn't! That's a lie! I didn't feel any better letting him cum on my face while looking at him like some sort of handsome black king! He's a stupid, stupid negro and nothing more!'

Candice was undergoing a huge mental crisis, smothering her desperate desires under her racist worldview. 'I'm not hiding ANYTHING! It's just that he's human trash and I'm a super amazing girl! We're not on the same level! I can't just treat him like he's something he's not! And then go out of my way to submit to him and make him feel powerful and incredible during sex?! Who does that?! What the fuck?!'

Candice was a super amazing girl.

Her mother, on the other hand, was a hopeless narcissist.

…And yet, she did not mind treating Deshaun like a king to maximize his satisfaction. The way she rubbed her cheek on Deshaun's hard quads was a needless flex that angered Candice even more.

"Won't you apologize to him, then?" Rebecca resumed the subject. "After hurting him so much?"

"…I really feel like I could forgive Candy if she apologized… I know she had no choice."

"…No choice…?" Rebecca did not understand.

"Yeah, I mean… She's just a young white girl. They can never help themselves around me. I guess she…" He looked slightly to the side to stifle a chuckle, but Candice saw it anyway. "…I guess she felt humiliated that I preferred you over her, Mom, so she wanted to force me into sleeping with her or something out of envy."

"Oh, Dear…" Rebecca caressed his balls, consoling him. "…It's not your fault. You just wanted a mother… Well, a bit more than that, since you're just a stud, but still…"

"I'm sorry."

"Hm?" Both Rebecca and Deshaun looked at her with surprise.

"…I'm sorry for lying and blackmailing you." Candice did not mean those words but could no longer handle the humiliation. 'If I stand up for myself, they'll not believe me anyway.'

"Not like that, Candy."

"Huh?"

"You have to do it here…" Rebecca tapped the floor beside her. "…Apologize on your knees while giving his dick a nice kiss. AND while looking him in the eyes like he's a PERSON, not an object. Then we'll know you mean it."

Candice stared at the floor and then at Deshaun's towering, soggy, throbbing black cock.

If she put herself in that position, she would be looking at his eyes from below again, while his huge, veiny meat club throbbed in her peripheral vision.

That would have been no problem hours ago; Now that a deeply discomforting desire had awakened within her, it was a terrifying invitation.

If Candice went ahead with it, the real fear was not that she would mentally raise Deshaun up to her level…

…But that she would lower herself to his and never come back.

"No!" Her ego could not take it. "No! I take it all back! I didn't do any of it!" Candice turned and ran for the door; She could no longer stay in that room, taking in the reek of their sex act, being repeatedly confronted by her mother's superior sexual performance.

Before she could even get to the door, her arm was grabbed by a cold, frustrated Rebecca. "Why bother lying, Candice? Anyone can tell you're eager to do it. Don't you think it'll feel good to take your proper role as a white girl for once?"

"P-proper role?!"

"Yes." Rebecca pulled Candice close and caressed her face. "When you want to please an alpha like Deshaun, it's normal to submit yourself as a white woman. Can't you feel it in your gut…?" She poked her tummy multiple times. "I've never had any form of sexual contact with a black man before Deshaun and even I can tell. Can't you? Don't you feel that urge? What's the point of hiding it…? You called me an egotistical narcissist multiple times, but I think you have the biggest ego in this room. You're no better than your brother, but in moments like these, the right thing is to get on your knees and make him feel loved."

Candice said nothing, just looking down while clenching her teeth in rage.

"Fine, then." Rebecca locked the door, took the key, and released Candice. "I don't mind. I was already going to let him breed me black anyway. Why don't you stand there and watch some more? The longer it takes for you to make amends, the more I'll have to do it in your place, so you're not getting out of here scot-free regardless. Unless…" Rebecca tilted her head and studied her daughter's face for several seconds.

"What?! Unless what?!"

"Candice…" Rebecca squinted. "…Do you like watching…?"

"H-huh?!"

"Are you just like Johnny…? Is it a genetic thing…? Did I raise two children with cuckold tendencies…?"

"H-heh?! Of course not! Wait, what?! Johnny?!" Candice remembered Johnny watching Deshaun fucking her while sporting an erection the whole time. 'He's a cuck?!'

"Nevermind him… Are YOU a cuck?"

"Stop saying that bullshit! No!"

"Hm… So, is it that you enjoy watching me please him because I can make him feel things you can't…?" Rebecca moved toward Deshaun.

"That sounds like cuckoldry with extra steps, Mom." Deshaun added.

She laughed. "You're so right. I guess I did accidentally raise two cuckolds."

"No! NO! S-stop attacking me…! Leave me alone…! Just fuck him already!!"

"I think I can agree with that." Rebecca removed her lower clothes; Her vagina was absolutely drenched, throbbing with desire. "See how horny I can get without turning into a stupid racist? Much better than you, Candy."

"Leave me alone! I told you already!" She ran to the other side of the room and sat down, hugging her legs while looking away. "Stop humiliating me…!" Candice verged on sobbing again. "I didn't do anything wrong…! I don't deserve this…!"

Candice would not longer look. It was a promise to herself.

…

She looked again, after a long period of silence.

…Why?

That, she did not answer, but there was no need to either; Her mother had already done that a few seconds ago.

Candice wanted to see more of Deshaun being pleased in a way that she could never do herself.

To her surprise, Rebecca was not by Deshaun; She was right in front of her, squatting and staring at her with the coldest expression she had ever seen. Her eyes felt compelled to lock with hers.

"You're pathetic. Can't you tell how easy you have it, you privileged little racist?" Rebecca whispered; It was now a private conversation between mother and daughter.

"…"

"When I did nothing wrong, I had the entire internet gunning for my head. People actually threatening to kill me. The only reason I didn't break in some form of apology was because it wouldn't have changed anything. Instead, I took action and fixed the problem myself… Well, with Deshaun's help, but it was my decision to adopt him." She looked back and sent Deshaun a kiss and a wink. "You, on the other hand, just needed to get on your knees and apologize to him with a bit of cum on your face. Look at you. There's tons of it on your hands, face, and hair. You clearly like it. It would have been so easy. Why are you such a stubborn little girl?"

"I didn't do anything wrong…"

Her mother's face sterned up further. "You're the living embodiment of privilege, aren't you, Candice?"

"Because I'm being made to watch you making that nigger fucker cum?!"

"…Because you're sitting on the side while your mommy protects you like a little child."

"You're just protecting yourself! You don't want to go through another scandal!"

"Not at all. You caused this yourself. It would have spilled on me, but I am ultimately solving YOUR fuck-up."

"Big fucking deal." Candice looked away.

"…It is." Rebecca pinched her cheeks with a single hand, forcing her to maintain eye contact. "…When *I* could have used help and support from my daughter, what did she do?"

"Mnghhm…?" Candice could not speak, not that she remembered.

"She pointed and laughed at her mother in front of her friends. Remember that? I could have really used some help from Blonde With An Attitude, but you were too busy getting off on my suffering like a rude brat. I didn't get an ounce of help from you."

"Ghhnnmm…"

"But I didn't cry and beg you for whatever like you're doing now. Instead, I heard what you said and came up with a plan to solve my problem. And now, when YOU'RE the one who fucked up – and this time it's for real, because you're actually a racist little bimbo – here I am, protecting you like the good mother that I am. THAT is the privilege I am talking about."

"Khhhnmm…"

"Deshaun won't say anything to anyone because of me, but I still wanted you to apologize so I could know that you learned your lesson. Had you done so, maybe I would have felt that it was enough and taken him to my bedroom to fuck, or maybe a motel. I won't give you another chance to apologize anytime soon. Now, you're going to sit there and watch while your mommy protects you, even if you don't deserve it.'

Rebecca finally let go of Candice's cheeks. "…" Yet, she had nothing to add, spiritually crushed. Candice was having a rough, rough day.

She stood up and looked down at Candice with an unusually disdainful smile. "Don't worry. You don't have to feel TOO bad. I get the feeling I'm going to reeeeally enjoy 'protecting' you, okay, Candy?" Rebecca walked over to Deshaun and grabbed his dick, giving his glans slow, intimate strokes. "Oh, and..." She paused while her smirk grew wider. "…I'm going to be 'protecting you' for a loooooong time. Try to actually learn something this time. And don't interrupt. I'm sick of your rants."

Her mother gave her mind a ton to think about.

…Would be the case if she cared at all. Nearly every single thing entered through one ear and left through the other; Candice had zero interest in truly succumbing to her mother's 'lesson' and scolding. Candice would hold onto her ego for dear life.

Yet, she could not avoid watching. The pleasure that her mother extracted from Deshaun with just her boobs and mouth far surpassed Candice's efforts with her pussy.

Now that she would finally do real penetration, what was the secret? What would she do? What sexual position? What dirty talk?

It was likely that Rebecca would not make him feel that much better than her. After all, Candice took it like a champ many times. There was no way her mother could outdo her in THAT regard! 'She'll do cowgirl, I bet…! Controlling like she is…!'

Rebecca put a hand on Deshaun's chest and lewdly smiled. "How do you wanna black me, you stud?" …She handed him the choice.

'…Ah… Of course… I get it…'

It was all about him. Even her narcissistic mother knew how to properly submit and work with him.

…Candice was hopelessly outmatched…

"Like this?" Rebecca lied sideways on the bed, with her front facing toward her daughter. "Oh, you're eager… Your big black cock is throbbing against my pussy lips…! Nghh … Just the weight smacking them is enough to make me shiver…"

"Fuck yes… I love this position…!" Deshaun was behind her with his arm wrapped around her neck in a form of chokehold, though he was not squeezing. His other hand was used to keep her upper leg raised in the air, giving him easier access to her hole. "Are you ready?"

"Can't you tell?" Rebecca flexed her biceps. "This body is trained to be rammed by strong black guys like you. Just one thing first…"

"What?"

"Candice!"

Her daughter stopped staring at Deshaun's throbbing meat and made eye contact with her.

"Now- NGHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH !!!" Deshaun was so eager to penetrate her that he did not wait for her to finish; Rebecca's lungs were immediately deprived of air from how tightly her abdominal muscles squeezed in response to the massive pressure inside her vaginal walls. "Haaaah … Haaaah … Fuck… ! This is a BIG fucking cock… ! Haaaaah… !" The moment she had air again, she started praising his masculinity. "Were you that excited to get inside mommy's white pussy…?"

"Damn right I was…! Shit, you're tight, Mom…! Ghhh…!" He instinctively flexed the arm around her neck, pressuring her windpipe.

Rebecca did not care about that; Her focus was elsewhere: Maintaining eye contact with her daughter while sporting an arrogant smile. "Tighter than Candice's?"

"MUCH tighter."

"Nghh !" Her pussy walls clamped down from observing her daughter's miserable reaction. "Good to know. And does it hurt?"

"A little bit, but that's normal with tight sluts like you."

"Sluts, huh…?" Rebecca talked through the pressure on her windpipe. If anything, feeling his arm dominating her neck made her feel even more turned on; Deshaun wanted her so much that he could not contain his male aggressiveness. "…So all it takes to drop all that respect for me is to shove your black cock inside my hole? Khhhhnnn … I'm just a slut now …" He flexed his arm on purpose to further dominate her.

"That's right. You don't have a problem with that, do you? I can feel you squeezing on my dick, and you're drenched. You're a white slut."

"Ghhhnn … I do think I might be a white slut … But why don't you make me REALLY get it?"

"Let me show it to you then. Keep your leg in the air." Deshaun released her upper leg and moved the hand to her clit.

…And then he smacked it harshly and mercilessly.

"OOOOOOoooooooooh !!! Fuck, fuck, fuck… ! Ooooooooooh !!" The single strike was more than enough to make her eyes briefly roll up again while clenching her teeth. Rebecca's entire body quivered in her first full orgasm of the day. "Hah … Hah … I'm that sensitive, am I…? I don't think I've ever been this turned on… But I guess that confirms it, doesn't it?"

"And what does it confirm, Mom?" Deshaun grabbed her leg again.

"I'm absolutely a white slut who needs to be bred black right away before I lose my mind. Good thing I have your BBC shoved all the way up my pussy. Is it fun to poke my cervix…? It's throbbing a lot in there."

"It feels very solid. You promised it'd be easy to get in your womb. Why did you lie to me like that, huh?" Deshaun used the arm around her neck to pinch one of her nipples, pulling it so far off that it bordered on ripping.

"Nghhhhhhnnn …" At no moment did Rebecca ask him to stop; She knew her place and how to please a true man like him. 'Submit and let him use you like a man…! Make him feel powerful…! And cum your brains out on his masculinity…!' Unlike her daughter, she was perfectly in contact with her instincts as a woman. "…I didn't lie…! I just never had a dick reach so far inside me…!"

"Because your hubby has a tiny dick?" He released the nipple, making it spring back with enough strength to make her boob momentarily smash itself into a pancake. Then, he quickly grabbed her other nipple and cruelly tugged on it.

"Mnghhhh … Ooooh, you really know how to make a woman feel like a woman, huh…? It's not because he has a tiny dick. Fuck… ! It's hard to talk with something this thick and hard tearing me apart from the inside…!"

"Don't dodge the question, you slut." Deshaun released her nipple, making her quake for multiple seconds.

"Unghhhhh ! Haaaah … I'm not dodging… ! You think I care?" Rebecca twisted her body as much as she could to make eye contact with Deshaun. "It's not because he has a tiny dick. It's because he has a tiny WHITE dick. It's even less masculine just because of that." Faster than he could react to her statement, Rebecca connected her lips with his, giving his mouth a nasty tonguejob. Then, he readjusted herself on the bed and giggled. "What, did I stun you with my smooth dirty talk?"

"I'm just surprised by how open you are to talking him down."

"Deshaun…" She reached back with her hand and caressed the back of his head. "…I have a big black cock eager to stuff me with cum. Who cares about white boys at a moment like this? My only focus right now is on making you cum your balls out. You remember what I said before, don't you?"

"What is that?"

"If my pussy gives you any trouble…"

"…Abuse it until it obeys, right? And does that apply to your cervix?"

"Isn't it obvious? Go ahead and convert me into a full-time blacked- OOOOOOOoooooooh ! Nghooooooooohh ! Uuuuuuuuuuungh ! Ooooooh, fuuuuuuuuuck !" He did not wait for her to finish yet again, immediately launching a barrage of violent impalements against her cervix.

…And then not stopping anymore. "Mnghhhhhoooooh ! Fuck ! Oooooooh ! Fuck, fuck ! Nghooooooooooh ! It's so biiiiiig ! Uuuuuuuuuungh ! You're really abusing it… ! Mnghuuuuuuuh ! You're just punching the fuck out of it… ! Hoooooooooooooh !"

Deshaun said nothing, engrossed in pummeling her with so much brutality that the room echoed with the sound of their hips colliding.

"Oooooooooooh ! Huuuuuuh ?! I'm… ! I'm… ! Squirtiiiiiiiing… ! Nghooooooooooooooh !!! Mnghhhhhhhhhhhh ! I've never squirted before ! On a dick… ! This is amazing… ! This is what true sex feels like… ! Sex with big black cocks is the real type of sex… ! If I knew it… ! I would have cheated on my husband long ago… ! Fuck, fuck, fuck, keep going, I'm about to do it again… ! Uuuuuuuuuungh… !" In the span of only two minutes, Rebecca squirted twice amidst harsh hip crashes and loud bed creaking. She entered a constant state of breathlessness due to the explosive ecstasy coursing through her body. "It's so good… ! It feels so good… ! This is what getting fucked by a real man is like… ! Keep going… ! You're doing it just right… ! You're making me feel like the nastiest white cumhole… ! Ooooooooooh… !"

"Calling yourself a white cumhole, Mom? A bit of black dick is all it took to make you disrespect yourself?!" Deshaun nibbled on her neck, sucking on her skin until a visible hickey was left on it.

"Fuck yes, it is… ! Isn't it obvious ?! Oooooooooh… ! Who wouldn't want to be… ! Nghooooooooooh ! A white cumhole… ! Mnghhooooooooh ! When it feels this amazing ?! Shit, shit… ! You're seriously beating my cervix… ! Go ahead… ! Force it to submit… ! Just like you did to my tits and mouth… ! Nghhhhhhhh… ! My nippleeeeees… !" Deshaun started pinching and releasing her nipples while savagely pounding her. "Again… ! I'm going to… ! Again… ! Oooooooooooh… !" Another barrage of squirt shot out of her pussy. "Hah … Hah … Oh, fuck, that stamina you have… ! I didn't know how much I needed it… ! Until now… ! Keep fucking that tight pussy… ! Make it remember your cock for days… ! Scrape it until it catches on fire… ! Uuuuuuuuuungh… !" Rebecca had never felt so much physical strain in her life. The arm around her neck was hardly the main cause for her difficulty breathing; The brutal ramming had far more of an impact, forcing her muscles to tense up in involuntary reaction.

"You better hang in there…! Don't pass out on me, you dumb fucking MILF…! I'm not letting you lose it until I cream your womb…!"

"Pass out… ?! Ooooooooooh ! Nghuuuuuuuugh… ! There's no chance of that happening… ! Nghhuuuuuuuuugh… ! I might be shaking like crazy… ! Cumming like crazy… ! Moaning like crazy… ! But I'm not weak… ! I can take you… ! What was the point of all those… ! Hip thrusts and squats otherwise… ?! Ooooooooh… !" She refocused her eyes and looked straight at her daughter. "Why… ?! Did SHE not handle it?"

"Candy can barely take a few minutes before she goes cum drunk! Khhhh…! Tight fucking bitch…!"

"What a sad white bimbo… OOOoooooh ! Losing to a MILF like me… Nghuuuuuugh ! Don't let my tightness stop you… ! Fuck through it…! Nghhoooooooooh… ! My pussy doesn't deserve respect… ! Break it… ! Pry it open… ! Breed it black… ! Vent all the hurt my daughter caused you… ! Straight in my pussy… ! Beat it dead… ! And when you're finally inside… ! Give me a black baby… !"

Deshaun stopped for a second. "You don't mind if I knock you up?"

"Of course not. Hah … Hah … Hah … Isn't that why white sluts fuck black alphas? Breed me with purpose, Dear." She gave him a quick pecker. "…Shoot so much cum into my uterus that it becomes forever tainted by your seed."

He stared into her eyes for several seconds with a pressure that she never felt before.

It did not intimidate Rebecca. She was nothing like her daughter, fully willing to embrace his masculinity and the feeling of temporary inferiority that came with being fucked so harshly.

…She also delighted in all the future goodness that would come from having him as her full-time love slave.

……And she also basked in the sadistic feeling of utterly crushing her arrogant daughter's spirits – however unhealthy that may be. 'See, Candice…? I might be older, but I'm a much more complete woman. If only you apologized and took back all the horrible things you said to me, then I wouldn't have to do this. It's true that I'm getting off on humiliating you, but I'm only doing it because you left me with no choice…'

Ultimately, she was unable to spend too much time staring at her crying daughter with mockery in her eyes.

"NGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" …Deshaun resumed hammering her pussy with MUCH more violence and speed than before. "Oooh ! Hoooh ! Ungh ! Nghh ! Ghnnn !" Suddenly, it became far more difficult to keep up the dirty talk or any sort for focus; Simply staying conscious through the rough pummeling was a big challenge. "Hah ! Hoh ! Oh !" Every few thrusts, she came hard, quaking amidst loud wet clapping and bed creaking. And then, every few thrusts more, she squirted hard, sometimes reaching all the way to where Candice was sitting.

Nonetheless, Rebecca had little intention of turning into a cum-drunk husk. "That's good ! Go ! Fuck me ! Stick it in harder ! Ooooooh !" She simply adapted to the new intensity, reducing the complexity of her words to ensure she could maintain a steady supply of praises directed at Deshaun.

Constantly commending him for his superior manhood and incredible sexual prowess was not solely about making him happy; There was also a strong inner desire to do so, bringing her genuine emotional and physical satisfaction. Deshaun made Rebecca feel like a woman. Their chemistry resulted in a positive feedback loop that left her on a continuous emotional high by making him feel powerful.

As long as she felt like he was hers, she would do anything to keep that loop going. She felt amazing by making him feel amazing. 'We're a sexual power couple…! Fuck, I love this big black cock…! It's the best thing that's ever happened to me…!'

The longer their fucking went on, the more violent Deshaun became. He began choking her with his arm… Mauling her breasts and slapping her inner thighs and clit… Pulling back further just to thrust in with more force and bruise her thick asscheeks…

"That's it… ! Abuse the fuck outta me… ! I'm just a white whore… ! All the hurt you felt… ! Dish it out on my white skin… ! Bruise it all over… ! However much you want… ! Feed my womb the seed for a black baby… ! I know my role… ! I'll raise it… !"

"Fuck! Nasty whore…! Khhhh…!" Deshaun was so entranced in ravaging her that he barely degraded her anymore, fully focused on breaking through her cervix.

"Nghhoooh, fuuuuuuck… ! You're hitting it so hard… !" Rebecca took note of that. 'I see… He likes the pregnancy dirty talk, huh…? Well, it's a bit of a lie. I began the pill just in case… But he doesn't need to know that.' She loved the feeling of the massive hunk of a man losing himself in thrusting deep into her body. "Oooooh… ! I've never felt… ! A cock so far in me… ! Black cocks are so much bigger… ! Jack's never gotten even… ! Nghhuuuuuh… ! Close to my cervix… ! If I knew breeding black was this fun… ! I'd have gotten myself… ! Blaced… ! Long ago… ! Nghoooooooooh… !"

"Y-you sicko…! Sicko…!" Candice muttered while watching in horror.

"Me? Uuuuuungh… ! Don't tell me you didn't… ! Oooooooh… ! Beg him for a black baby too, Candy… ! Hoooooooh… ! Fuuuuuuck… ! Hang on… ! I'm going to shoot again… ! Ooooooooooooh… !!!" Her body entered another maniacal seizure, shooting pussy juice far, far away.

…Specifically, directly onto her daughter.

"Hooh … Hooh … Sorry, Candy… ! I'm not in control of it… ! I'm just cumming too much… ! I love the way he grunts… ! Deshaun is such a big man… ! A real stud… ! The type that women… ! Want to get bred by… ! I know you know the feeling… ! Uuuuuungh… !"

"No, I don't…! I don't want a kid from him…! I'd never say something like that…!"

"I know ! You'd just call him a nigger while acting like… ! An insufferable brat… ! You don't know how to treat… ! A real man… ! You're just a dumb kid… ! But I'm not… ! I give him the… ! Love that he deserves… !" She twisted her body to look Deshaun straight in the eyes; Not for a moment did he stop colliding his hips into her meaty rear, repeatedly flattening her asscheeks with violent thrusts. "Deshaun…"

"What?! Khhhh! Ghhh!" He grunted with each motion, with his body drenched in sweat and bulging muscles – and many, many dense veins.

"…Give me your sweet nigger seed. NGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" As if Rebecca had said the codeword to open her cervix, it broke open; At the same time, she squirted more, quaking in frantic ecstasy.

Naturally, it was not a coincidence; She instigated him to go even harder on purpose. Rebecca was a mature, skilled woman who had more than enough womanly instincts to know how to drive an alpha like Deshaun crazy.

In the same way she easily understood how to handle her daughter, son, husband, and other relationships, she also knew how to please and elevate a black alpha male like Deshaun – all without having to bother researching or watching porn or any such nonsense.

It was simply about being a woman and behaving as such when confronted with overpowering masculinity. Deshaun might have thought he was in charge of her during sex, but that would be naïve; Rebecca was simply behaving with controlled submission.

It was more than enough to send him into a lustful spiral over her AND more than enough to bring her own physical pleasure beyond belief.

She was not a stupid girl like her daughter and had little need to dehumanize the act of sex with a black man to defend her ego. 'I'm cumming my brains out and intend to keep doing so all while working hard to maximize this hunk's pleasure. Speaking of which…'

Rebecca reached back with her arm, caressed his hair, and whispered. "How does it feel deep in my womb, hmmmm… ? It's all yours in there … Have tons of fun with it …" After prying her cervix open and hitting the back of her womb, Deshaun stopped his movements, let go of her leg, and hugged her body tightly while burying his face into her nape.

Even without looking at his face, she could tell what was happening: Deshaun was about to burst. His involuntary contractions and heavy breathing revealed as much to her. "Candice. Pay attention right now." She focused her gaze on her daughter. "Your brother is about to nut deep in my uterus, okay? And it's going to be a lot… Much more cum than you've ever seen in a single load, I bet. Do you know why?"

"…Why…?" Candice knew better than to reject her mother's forced questions.

"Because he and I are in sync. This is what real sex with a black alpha male is like when done correctly. It's not a competition… It's a team effort with a very masculine, strong, and hung black king. When sex is done like that, the limits of pleasure and emotional satisfaction don't exist. Make sure to watch. I want you to see the instant he knocks me up. Maybe you'll learn to quit being a brat. Hm? Oh, it's about to shoot… I feel it pulsating. Go ahead you big, juicy…" She smirked extra mean, staring at her daughter before uttering the next word. "…Nigger ."

Candice's face contorted into one of raw sorrow.

Mixed with Deshaun's cumshot, it drove Rebecca into her strongest orgasm yet, turning her mind and vision blank. "MNGHHHHHHhnnnnnnnnnn !!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !!! CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING !!!" The feeling of Deshaun's sticky, hot cum hitting the back of her stretched-out womb entangled her mind with unbearable pleasure. "Nghuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh !!!" Her abdominal muscles clenched down in despair, highlighting Deshaun's cock in her midriff even more. "It's tearing me apart… ! Hoooooooooh… ! Nghoooooooooooooh !" Though her body was the one trying to crush his colossal black cock, she was the one feeling crushed.

How long did she stay in that state of maddening orgasm?

That, she could not know. It felt like an eternity… But not in a bad sense. 'This feeling is amazing… Being bred black… Is the best… Uuuuungh… I want this to keep going forever… Forget everything… Just keep nutting black semen in my womb… I didn't even know it was possible to feel your insides coiling so much around a dick…! Is it because my body is trying to push him away…? Or is it because it wants to feel more friction…? I don't know, I don't know… I'm cumming… Uuuuuuungh … This is too much… !'

Amidst the waves of orgasm crashing into her brain, Deshaun was saying something; Likely dirty talk. In unison with his words, he started pinching her nipples again, using her large globes to stimulate her orgasm further while getting off on dominating her. "Mnghhhoooh !"

She could barely grasp what was going on. "Nghhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuh !"

The mind-numbing pleasure was an entirely new experience for her. "Hooooooooooooooh !"

Though true that she was a fit, confident woman who had already climaxed many times in the present sexual encounter, the sensation of feeling hot cum hitting the back of her uterus like a violent torrent was on a whole other level.

Very slowly, she felt her sanity waning away. "Ghumming… ! Ghummiiiiing… !"

Indeed, it would be easy and enjoyable to just relax and let herself be taken away. 'Just lose your shit, Rebecca… ! Go nuts… ! Uuuuuuuungh… ! Turn into a full-time cum rag and stop thinking… !'

…But she did not do that.

Rebecca again launched her arm back, grabbed his short hair, and twisted her body to kiss him while he abused her tits. "Nhhhhmmmmmm …" She was simply not the type of woman to let go.

Unlike her daughter, Rebecca genuinely was special and strong. Only an effortless failure of a woman would let herself go and dump all the effort on the man massacring her body. "You pumped a lot of cum into me, didn't you, Dear… ?" Though still cumming, she faked her confidence until she could make it.

Real sex was a team effort and she was a team player, willing to match his rhythm full-time.

The look on Deshaun's face was one of pure surprise, nodding without knowing what to say;

"That's good . Why don't you give me a second cumload? I'm still going a bit crazy here, but I'll be back in full swing real soon, okay ?"

"Sure… Mom."

Rebecca smirked, relaxed, and let herself cum hard and strong for multiple more minutes, spasming at random while struggling to properly breathe. 'He's too used to dumb white bitches losing themselves too fast. I'm nothing like them.'

Alas, Rebecca might have birthed a generic white bimbo in her daughter, but SHE was not one. 'Speaking of which…' Once more, while orgasming intensely, she gazed at her daughter. "Are you impressed, Candy?"

"N-no…! I-I handled him just fine the first time too…!"

"No, you didn't. Nghhhhh … I heard you over the door that night. Unghhh … You just turned into a bratty idiot to hide how you really felt, throwing slurs like a stupid bitch..."

"Th-that…"

"I'm much better than you at making this big guy cum and I don't even need to act like a dumb bimbo. Nghhhhh …"

"S-stop…"

"Here's how I feel: So, so good, submissive, and feminine. Ghhhhhn … I feel like I want to give birth to a full black family… Ooooooh … And switch my husband for the perfect male specimen currently shattering my womb. Hooooooh … What's a better way to put it…? Oh, I know…" She intentionally widened her smile, locked eyes with Candice, and spoke in a needlessly lewd voice. "…I want to be a nigger seedbed ."

"FUCK!" Deshaun buried his head onto her nape again, flexed his arm around her neck to the point of immediately turning her face red, and squeezed her breasts with enough strength for her to feel pain over pleasure.

"Khhhhhh…! Wait…! Nghhn ?! Ooooooooooooooh …" The pain lasted very little.

Deshaun started ejaculating again. "Khhhhhh…!"

"Ooooooh, fuuuuuck …" Rebecca lost control of her facial expression for a moment, with her tongue temporarily dangling out of her mouth. "…He's releasing even more inside me … All because I know how to treat him … I'm sooo much better than you, Candy … Nhguuuuuuugh …"

"Stop…! Stop…!" Candice covered her face with both hands… But still looked through her fingers.

'I really did raise two cuckolds…! And this big guy behind me here… I've got him wrapped between my fingers, don't I? This is so fun… Being destroyed by a big black man… I could never do something this fun with Jack…' It was impossible to deny the superior appeal of a sex life with a big black male when compared with her chubby, average-sized husband. 'Average-sized...? Maybe if he gets hard, which doesn't even work that well… But it makes sense, doesn't it…? I work out a lot and am really attractive… Shouldn't I dedicate my body to alpha males like Deshaun…? What would it feel like if I made that lifestyle change…? Sex can be really great…' Her pussy ached and throbbed, with cum and pussy juice leaking out the sides of her hollowed-up, stuffed hole the more she thought about it. 'He's totally mine now too… He's not getting pussy better than mine and he's already in love with me… I can make use of him whenever I want… Stuff it all in, get his cum in my womb… Cum like crazy…'

Rebecca felt her mind slowly corrupting itself from the appeal of a black-only sex life and the pleasure associated with it.

It was then that a thought crossed her mind.

'What if I used my sex life with Deshaun to boost Gym Mommy EVEN MORE?!'

She could take more suggestive post-sex photos, like she already did with the boobjobblowjob combo several days ago…

…Or push even further, much like she was doing now, and directly allude to an active sex life with the black stud, taking semi-explicit photos with him.

'I could… Maybe even shoot some pornographic content… Make my page explode even more while making him explode inside me…! Candice did it and it boosted her like crazy! I know people love the thought of a hot mom like me giving it up to black men, and Deshaun is infatuated with me, so… So…!'

Rebecca did not complete that thought.

…Her mind went blank again.

"Khhh?! What?! H-hey…! Fuck…!" Deshaun grunted as her insides clamped madly against his length without warning.

With only a bit of stimulation from her own thoughts, she drew a third cumshot from him, adding to her womb to the point of making her faint abs disappear into a small cum belly.

Astoundingly enough, said cumshot went almost completely unnoticed by her. Rebecca most certainly contracted in wild pleasure from feeling the hot, gluey substance latching onto the back of her stretched-out uterus…

…But that was not the main cause of her strongest squirting orgasm yet.

'I'll post porn of myself…! People are going to follow me…! Everyone's going to love it…! They'll say I'm beautiful…! Great in bed…! A sex icon…! They'll give me tons of likes and… And jerk off to videos of me getting fucked hard…! I'm going to become so much more popular than now if I just go a bit lewder…! They'll say so many nice things about my beauty…!'

In the end, for Rebecca, everything always came back to her uncontrollable need for external love and validation. The mere idea that she could get higher dosages of her favorite drug by crossing the sexual line a bit further was enough to transform her pussy into a machine gun of love juices. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuunghhhhoooooooooooooooh !!!!" Her clit burned and grew in size due to excessive blood flow trying to accommodate its unhealthy state of euphoria. Her insides coiled like a snake around Deshaun's cock, extracting a monstrous load of cum from his heavy, dark balls.

Even if there was nothing inside Rebecca, her insides would be squeezing and clenching in a euphoric craze.

It was true that Rebecca knew how to please an alpha like Deshaun. She worked WITH him to make sex all HIM, and she behaved exactly like HE wanted, making HIM feel powerful with HER submission and constant praises of masculinity.

…But it was all about HER and would always be.

Unlike her daughter, she was able to form a healthy symbiotic partnership with him, treating the act of sex like a team effort to draw out the most pleasure of both by being the perfect woman to match his rhythm.

…But everything, in the end, would ALWAYS be about HER.

Could Rebecca ever be truly corrupted and broken into becoming a sex addict to someone like Deshaun?

Doubtful.

Rebecca was already corrupted and broken in her own way. The only person who could corrupt and break her further was herself.

"NHGHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHhhhhhhhh !!!"

Candice could no longer take it.

She had seen more than enough to forcibly recognize she was utterly inferior to her mother.

Rebecca had just finished squirting all over the room and was now being proneboned by Deshaun while he kept his arm wrapped around her neck. Candice had always been proud of her lean physique, but seeing the way her mother's back curved while being bestially smashed by the massive black man added to the envy in her heart.

"Mnghhhhuuuuh… ! Keep going… ! That black cock deserves… ! To wreck my womb… ! It's all yours… ! I belong to you… ! Breed it black… !" No matter how much her mother panted, came, and sweat, she continued to offer herself verbally, continuously submitting herself to enhance Deshaun's satisfaction, even with the pillow muffling her voice.

The effects were evident. He clenched madly while viciously pistoning into her fat ass, flattening it with the force of each thrust. He was so entranced by her dirty talk that he barely did any of his own, focused on using her body to the limit.

It was far different than with Candice. 'With me… I think he was hate-fucking me. With her…' She studied the expression on his face again and again. '…He's feeling awesome… I… I want to see him make that face to me…! B-but… But…'

…But the idea of making herself so vulnerable to an inferior person like him was still unimaginable to her – without delving into extreme brattiness, at the very least.

"Oooooooh ! It's so big… ! My pussy was made to take big black cocks… ! Keep giving it what it needs… ! Make it black… !" Rebecca went as far as launching her hips up each time he slammed down, all to pleasure him more.

The sex taking place before Candice was unimaginably enticing. She watched it with an ajar mouth, unable to blink, as if she would somehow feel their pleasure as long as she took in every second of the action. The area between her legs was aflame; Her inner walls clenched every few seconds, demanding that his black dick find itself there so that they may hug it ruthlessly.

If only Candice could TRULY let her ego go – not the caricaturesque, bimbo-esque submission of the past week, but genuine submission as a real woman to him as a real man – she could feel it too. She could be the one making him fall in love with her pussy at that very moment, not her mother.

Was it truly that difficult for Candice to just see and treat him as a partner? Her mother – whom she believed to be a raging racist ever since she entered college and became educated in social matters – clearly could do it with ease.

Why not her?

'Because I'm a racist… With a huge ego.' Being repeatedly confronted with her lust and her mother's superior skill in pleasuring Deshaun helped her realize her feelings. 'Mom has a huge ego too… I don't know how she does it… But I can't bring myself to do it…!'

Being aware of her feelings contributed nothing in terms of helping her change. Candice was hopelessly stupid and unfixable. She preferred to watch and drool than reshape her worldview.

So much so that she started crawling toward them without realizing it, just to see and smell the action from closer. Now that her mother was no longer staring at her, it was as if her movements were unrestrained. Her body moved on its own, ignoring that she had yet to consciously recognize how much she enjoyed watching.

It was very slow and subtle…

"Ooooooooh ! Keep going… ! Hooooooooh !"

With each inch closer, it became harder and harder to deny her lust. The area between her legs was ablaze with a need to be packed full. Pussy juice oozed down her shorts, streaming down her inner legs to form a small trail on the floor. Her nipples pushed out her top, desperate to be exposed and pinched.

"Uuuuuuungh ! I love this big black cock… ! Nghhuuuuuuhg !

Gradually, reality entered her conscious mind... 'Haaah… I want to see how much she's making him cum…! I want to get a good look…! See even better…! I can pretend I'm the one making him happy if I get really close…!' She panted like a dog the more she approached them.

Candice's mind was a messy battlefield between ego and lust. However, lust was on its course toward victory.

"I love it… ! I'm feeling it pulsating again… ! I'm getting pregnant for sure… ! Keep thrusting in… ! Help me make a full black family… ! Blackwash my womb… !"

There was only so much time she could handle witnessing her mother cumming her brains out.

There was only so much time she could handle witnessing Deshaun thoroughly making use of her mother's body.

There was only so much time she could lie to herself.

What would she do once she got close enough to them…?

Would she stay there, kneeling like an obedient dog, watching the action without drooling? Perhaps she would start touching herself, with her tongue dangling out of her mouth.

Maybe she would break down and beg for forgiveness. Candice never threatened Deshaun like he said she did, but she cared little by that point. Nobody believed her. Therefore, what good did the truth matter? It was as if it did not exist.

Deshaun was lying to both her and her mother all this time. He was likely lying about many other things.

"Nghooooooh ! It's so much… ! You're such a man… ! Keep it up… ! Really pump it all out in me… !"

Candice's sole goal was to get the black dick inside her and feel a fraction of the emotional and physical satisfaction that her mother was feeling at that very moment.

Would her mother let her in the fun if she apologized properly? Or would she accept it and still claim sole ownership of Deshaun?

Faster than she could tell, Candice was already by the side of the bed, looking at them from below. Most of her view was composed of Deshaun's enormous, shredded body collapsing repeatedly on her mother's thick, muscular ass, making the bed creak, smothering their ears with sounds of brutal flesh-mashing.

The rest of her vision was the bed and mother's back and hips convulsing in endless pleasure.

Even then… "Cumming so much… ! This is how it should be… ! Use that big body… ! To really give it to this white whore… !" …Her mother did not cease to play her part.

Good sex was a team effort, not a competition.

Whereas Candice treated sex as her versus Deshaun…

…Rebecca treated it as her AND Deshaun.

Candice felt so, so much envy. The feeling was so strong that she was open to learning how to be like her mother in bed.

Neither of them had noticed her presence by the bedside, giving her a golden opportunity. 'I can come up with the perfect apology… Say the right thing… Maybe I can make them both forgive me for… For…'

Suddenly, completely by accident, she pressed her knee against some sort of metallic object on the floor. It hurt her slightly, snapping her out of a trance so depraved that even incest had become irrelevant.

And so, her thought completed itself… '…For doing nothing wrong…!' It came accompanied by a great degree of fury.

Maybe Candice went a bit wild with the way she treated and verbally degraded Deshaun during their first time fucking, but so what? 'I didn't do anything wrong…! And I let him use me like a cum rag so many times after that too…! What is this bullshit about being partners in bed?! Huh?! Seeing him as a person?! Who'd do something that insane?! Black guys are meatheads who should be thankful for getting touched by a girlboss like me!'

"Nghhoooooooh !"

Moreover, he lied to both of them for reasons that she failed to understand, so why was she at fault for something she did not do? 'I didn't do anything wrong…! He did…!'

"Oooooooooh !"

To top it all off, her mother was openly cheating on her father! She was getting herself knocked up to birth a black baby into their family! That was deeply immoral! Even Candice knew that much! 'I didn't do anything wrong…! He did…! She's doing…!'

"Cummiiiiiiing !"

Candice refused to bow! 'What even is this shit on my knee anyway?!'

Her eyes widened once she realized what had just hurt her knee: The keys to the door, inside her mother's leggings. After baring herself naked to get railed by Deshaun, she did not bother hiding them anywhere, gambling on Candice's complete obedience.

Her mother might have been smart, but she was also arrogant.

"Yes… ! Yes… ! Nghuuuuuuuuuuh !!"

Candice took the key and left the room, disregarding the cries of euphoria behind her… Though she did take one last shameful look before closing the door, drooling at the amazing sight of perfect sex.

What should she do next? 'Talk to Dad…?'

Her mother prohibited her. As stupid as it might have been, she felt compelled to obey. 'It's not like I want to break the family apart… I need to get Mom to wake up to his lies… Tch…! Why won't she fucking believe me?!' Candice did not even mildly consider all the illwill she built with Rebecca during the past many weeks – especially during the online scandal. 'Well, if she won't believe me, then who will she believe in?!'

Johnny, of course.

He was a mama's boy and had her full trust.

'And he probably hates Deshaun too! Yeah, wasn't there a whole thing about that nigger stealing Sarah from him? That's it! Mom didn't believe him then, but if we unite…!'

For once in a while, Candice felt something weird: The sensation of having finally made a smart decision.

Candice ran to Johnny's room and slammed the door open. "Johnny!"

"WHA-?!" He jumped out of his chair, surprised by her. From the look of it, Johnny was playing some sort of video game. "Don't just barge in like tha- What's wrong with your face?!!"

"My face?" Candice touched it. "O-oh…" She was still covered in tears, sperm, and sweat from before; Her body, too, was soaked in Rebecca's pussy juice and some semen. "Ignore that! Listen to me…!"

"H-he's sleeping with Mom?!"

"No, he's BREEDING THE SHIT OUT OF her! Do you want a black brother?!"

"Black brother?!"

"She's ASKING him to knock her up, Johnny! That's how nuts Mom went! She won't believe a thing I tell her! You know it's all a lie, don't you?! He totally robbed Sarah from you! Deshaun's a piece of shit who's trying to break us all apart or something!"

"U-uh… B-but… Y-you…"

"Who CARES if I was riding him like a slut last week?! That is then and this is now! I woke up! I won't ever let that fucker touch my body, and he's going to ruin our family if we let him keep fucking Mom!"

"H-he really is… Fucking her…?"

"Johnny…" Candice grabbed her brother's shoulders and looked him deep in the eyes. "…He's FUCKING her. HARD. You can't even imagine it! She's going to lose it if we don't stop it. You don't want to see Mom turn into some blacked whore who enjoys giving birth to black babies, do you? That'd be super gross."

"…" He looked down, blushing.

"DO YOU?!"

"No! Of course not!"

"I know you don't! So help me talk some sense into her! She doesn't believe me, but she'll believe you!"

"Talk sense into her… You mean… Go into your bedroom and interrupt them… Right while they're doing it?"

"That's right! They're doing it RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Candice tried her best to emphasize the urgency of the situation, believing her brother was not taking it seriously enough. 'Why is he so hesitant?! Shouldn't this be easy? Johnny, you're a total mama's boy, what the hell?!'

Thankfully, her strategy worked. The moment it struck him that the aggressive sex act truly was taking place right then, his mouth opened slightly and his breathing sped up substantially. "Let's go there NOW!"

'Hah… Thank God… I almost thought he didn't want to help…!'

Together, they rushed to Candice's bedroom.

Once they got close enough, the moans became audible yet again… "Oooooooh ! Yes… ! Black the fuck out of my mature pussy… ! I'm a cumdump for your black seed… !" Her mother's moans remained in full swing.

"See?! I told you- Hey…!" Candice was ignored by her brother, who rushed forward the millisecond he heard the sounds of sex. 'Alright, hesitation gone! I did it! I may have misjudged a lot of things, but not this! Mom will DEFINITELY believe him!'

They slammed the door open together. The sound shocked both Deshaun and Rebecca, who stopped fucking and glared at them with surprise. In the brief moment that Candice left, they switched to a reverse cowgirl position; Their immersion in colliding their hips together was such that nobody missed Candice's presence.

Johnny's presence was so effective at shocking Deshaun that Candice could not contain her smirk. 'I got you now…! Look at his face! He KNOWS he's fucked!'

"M-Mom…" Johnny broke the silence.

"Johnny?!" For a brief second, Rebecca raised an arm to cover her bruised-up breasts, but quickly realized how little she could truly hide; Her body was soaked in sweat and sex juices, and there was a gigantic black cock skewered deep into her sperm-filled womb, pushing her stomach out; Her hair was an oily, disheveled mess, and her face bore plenty of evidence of vicious facefucking, with bubbles, spit, and love fluids all around her lips – not to speak of the ruined makeup.

"I brought Johnny here because he knows I'm being honest and Deshaun is scum! Tell her, Johnny!" The adrenaline made her breathe raggedly. 'He doesn't know any of the shit Deshaun told me specifically, but he's interacted with him more than enough to know he's some sort of manipulator! Stealing Sarah, making him watch… All he has to do is throw a bit of weight behind the stuff I've been saying and Mom will believe us!'

Johnny glared at his mother, breathing heavily. "…"

'Come on! Just do it! Tell her about how he's lying to all of us! Tell her that Deshaun never acted afraid around me at all! Tell her about how he even invited me to watch him fuck my friend! Do it! Back me up!'

He still hesitated for several more seconds, worrying Candice.

His hesitation had some sort of effect on Rebecca as well; Her initial glare of surprise grew wider. Had she noticed something just from staring at Johnny's body language? It was such a significant glare that Deshaun looked anxious, likely feeling cornered.

"Candy is…" Once Johnny began talking, Candice forgot all about her mother and Deshaun, making him the sole focus of her attention. "…Lying." He said with a stiff face.

…

"What… Did you just say…?" Candice's jaw and arms dropped, mumbling so quietly that nobody heard her.

"She's lying. Deshaun is a great guy and he helped me against some bullies. The stuff with Sarah was all my fault. Candy's been weird about him ever since he began living with us." Johnny did not blink or change expression whatsoever, nervous.

Naturally. He was lying.

"…Is that so…?" Rebecca's face did not change, continuing to glare at him with a confusing expression. "…Well, we already knew that, didn't we…?"

A long period of silence began. Everyone could feel the pressure of the heavy atmosphere, all caused by the lack of clarity on Rebecca's face.

Why was she glaring so much at Johnny?

Whatever the answer was, it was beyond Candice, who had other things to worry about.

Namely… 'Why, Johnny…?' She did not bother asking him, perceiving him as an enemy now. 'Why would you lie…? What is this…? Are you some sort of cuck…? Do you want to see white girls getting blacked? No, right…? I remember when you watched me and Deshaun fucking. You got a bit hard, which is okay for a skinny loser like you, but you didn't tug it… So why…? Huh…?' Her eyes wandered down to his lower body.

Like that time, Johnny was hard. Yet, there was a distinct difference: His right hand was weirdly close to his leg, with his fingers unconsciously fidgeting against his pants.

Johnny wanted to jerk off.

Once Candice noticed it, the truth came to her mind. 'He didn't jerk off because it was me… But if it's Mom, he wants to do it…? You're a cuck with a mommy complex, you piece of shit…?! You sold me out for that…?!'

…

'Of course… It all makes sense, doesn't it…? He prefers Mom, just like Deshaun. Everyone prefers Mom. I'm just a dumber, younger version of her… Even for cucking my brother, she's better… Hah… Hahahahah… Mom is just better at everything… Johnny isn't the only loser. I might be an even bigger one…!'

"Johnny. Thank you for your honesty." Rebecca's face finally fixed itself. "You won't tell your father, will you?"

"U-uh… N-no, of course."

"…Good. Then go away. I'll come to your room to talk about this later."

"O-okay…" Without looking Candice in the eyes, Johnny walked back to his room.

…In a hurry, inserting a hand into his pants.

If Candice was not so stunned, she might have begun laughing.

Every single person in that room was a big, fat liar.

Her mother was a liar; She was fucking Deshaun not to 'apologize', but because it felt good and she learned how fun it was to crush her daughter's spirit.

Deshaun was a liar; He never felt any pressure from Rebecca nor did he ever care about Candice as a sister.

Johnny was a liar; He sold out his sister and his integrity as a human to fulfill some sick, depraved fetish in his mind.

And Candice was a liar; All she wanted to do was put it all aside, get on all fours, and have Deshaun enjoy her body as much as he was enjoying her mother's.

Not a single one of them had been honest yet.

Johnny never would, no longer present. Yet, there was some inspiration to be taken from him. No doubt, the moment he entered his own bedroom, he would act honestly and jerk himself to the degenerate sight he witnessed.

That left three people to go.

Who would be the next one to act honestly?

Rebecca?

Deshaun?

Candice?

"Candice. Get over here." Her mother commanded, pointing to the floor right beside the bed.

'I… I give up…' Candice closed the door and approached the bed.

The room remained in oppressive silence for a long, long time. Rebecca still had Deshaun's cock shoved far into her, bulging her midriff out, but all she did was look at her daughter with a very serious expression. Deshaun himself also seemed confused.

'Does she want me to kneel and apologize like before…? I'll do it… I give it all up… Everyone's treating me like a dirty liar. I'm done…' Candice began to kneel… "Khh…! H-huh?!"

She was unable to finish kneeling. With impressive agility, Rebecca got off Deshaun's lap, grabbed Candice's shoulders, and pushed her all the way to the wall, cornering her with both arms beside her head. "M-Mom…?"

Candice was shorter than her mother, making her feel strongly stared down at. Nothing changed in Rebecca's face. It remained serious, with half-closed eyes of judgment. Everyone ignored the absurd volume of semen spilling out of her pussy and straight onto the floor, ridding herself of the small cum belly she had gained.

…

…

…

Rebecca kept quiet, saying nothing for a long time.

Astounded by the sudden change in her mother's attitude, Candice waited and waited. Deshaun, too, did not get out of the bed, unsure of what was going on.

"…You shouldn't have brought Johnny here." Rebecca finally uttered in a cold voice. "I was better off not realizing certain things."

"C-certain thing…? What are you talking about…?"

"…You don't need to know… But I really want to crush you now."

"H-heh…?"

"Deshaun, Dear... Would you fuck me in this position? I want to make Candice REALLY learn what proper sex feels like since she was so willing to disobey me and go ask her brother to lie for her." She stood on her tiptoes and stuck her bubble ass out to accommodate the discrepancy in height between her and the gigantic black man.

Hearing her request made Deshaun instantly look relieved, seeing things back in his control. "Sure thing, Mom! I'd do anything for you!" He got up and moved behind her, grabbing her waist while inserting his dick between her strong legs, rubbing her slit with his veiny, rigid shaft. "…I'm sure if anyone can handle getting fucked on her feet, it's you."

"Maybe, but by a bull as strong as you… I bet even I will struggle. Well, let's see, why don't we? I want you to give me a big, juicy cumload while my daughter stares me straight in the eyes. Maybe then she'll learn to apologize for lying and deceiving an innocent young man like you."

"Leave it to me." Deshaun looked at Candice with the most sadistic and smug of smiles – because he far towered above them both, his face was visible above Rebecca's head.

"W-wait…" Candice had little intention of enduring the emotional and mental torture any further. "I-I learned my lesson…! I apologi- Mnghhhm?!" Her apology was cut halfway by Rebecca's hand covering her mouth.

There was no explanation to follow. Rebecca simply maintained a cold face while keeping her mouth forcefully shut. Earlier, she said she would not grant her a new opportunity to apologize anytime soon.

'She's going to make me watch until she feels it's been enough punishment…? But… Ah… I get it now…' Candice resigned.

Alas, the second person to act honestly was Rebecca, who decided to come forth with her true feelings: She got off on sexually out-competing her daughter and proving herself to be a superior specimen.

Candice would be forced to continue watching, which she consciously hated, drunk on envy…

…But unconsciously loved, feeling her pussy throb… Also drunk on envy.

"Nghhhhoooh !" …The aggressive interracial fucking began again, making Candice tear up immediately, drooling on her mother's palm, unable to speak. "Ungh ! Nghuuh ! Ghhhn !" Deshaun's pistons were as merciless as ever, making Rebecca's entire body swing forward each time, pressing Candice's head harder against the wall due to the palm on her mouth. "That's it… ! Ungh ! Keep shoving that black cock in, Dear… ! Ooooh… ! There's space for more black cum in me… ! Uuuungh ! There's always more… ! Fuuuuuck ! Pummel my little wet hole silly… ! Hoooooooh… ! Show my stupid daughter… ! Nghhhhhh… ! What sex with a real blacked whore looks like… ! Oooooooh… !"

"Shit…! How are you getting even tighter…?! Khhh…!" Deshaun clenched his teeth, over-exerting himself to constantly shove his black cock all the way into her womb; Despite the struggle, he did not slow down one bit, making Rebecca's asscheeks rumble every single time.

"Don't tell *me* ! Nghhh ! Tell Candy...! Mnghhh … Aaaah, I just won't stop cumming… !" Rebecca's eyes repeatedly twitched and rolled; She was undergoing so much constant pleasure and physical stress that her face was covered in wrinkles – an inevitable sign of age that came out during moments of excessive physical strain. Nonetheless, she always recovered quickly to continue staring at Candice.

Earlier, though she talked down to Candice and repeatedly scolded her verbally, she was still mostly focused on pleasing Deshaun and 'teaching Candice to be better'.

Now, her focus was indubitably on Candice, not him, and there were little traces of wanting to teach Candice any deep lessons; Rebecca just wanted to prevail over her.

"She's tight, Sis! Way tighter than you! Khhhh… I'm getting milked the way I like: By a real woman, not a brat like you."

Candice could not say anything, continuing to drool on her mother's palm, but her spirit felt even more crushed.

"He's so right... ! Uuuuuungh… ! This stud knows what a quality pussy is… ! Oooooooh… ! After all, he's fucked so many white girls… ! Nghhoooooooh… ! He has so much experience pummeling white women… ! Hooooooh… ! That he can tell top quality from generic trash right away… ! Ghhhhnn… ! I think I'm in love with big black cocks now… ! I want to center my life around it… ! I'm probably already pregnant… ! I worked hard to make him pump so much black seed into my uterus… ! So now I have to make it count and raise a strong black baby… ! Oooooooh… !"

"Not just one, right, Mom?" He grinned at Candice, continuously crashing his muscular hips into Rebecca's fat ass.

"Not just one… ! I can still give birth at my age… ! One every nine months for sure… ! Oh, but with a seed this strong… ! I might give birth to more than one at a time… ! Nghhhhhnn… ! And to think this could have been you, Candy… !"

'Wh-what…?'

"I can tell just by looking at your face… ! You're barely an adult, but you already want to breed black… ! Don't you… ?! But Deshaun won't give you a black baby… ! You missed your shot and now he's mine… ! I won't let him… ! He'll only breed black with me… ! Right, Dear… ? Oooooooh… !" She stopped talking and unintentionally buried her face in Candice's neck for a few seconds, squirting all over the floor in unbearable ecstasy. "Hah … Hah … Right, Dear… ?"

"Khhhhh… Whatever… You fucking say… Mom… Ghhhh…!" Deshaun enveloped Rebecca's waist with his massive arms and squeezed her body against his, crushing her ass against his huge quads. A couple of seconds later, he sank his head into her neck; To better accommodate him, she tilted her head to the side.

The intimacy with which the black giant creampied Rebecca again and again was heart-wrenching for Candice. 'I already understood… I'm nothing like her… Why does she keep rubbing it on my face…? I'm done…! I give it up…! I recognize that I'm the worst… I'll apologize for anything…! Why do you have to be such a bitch, Mom…?!'

While Deshaun grunted and trembled like a frenzied beast, Rebecca held strong. Her ability to somehow remain sane and in balance was unbelievable to Candice; Yet, reality was what it was.

Rebecca reached toward his face with a hand and affectionately caressed his cheek while keeping her mouth slightly ajar due to exhaustion, staring straight at Candice with cold, tired eyes and heavy breathing. "He's cumming right into me. I feel every shot. It's amazing."

Candice tried to look away…

"Candice…" Rebecca moved her daughter's face as needed to keep their eyes locked. "…Did you hear me? He's shooting it all into me right now."

"…" Candice tried looking away.

"It's amazing." Rebecca pulled her back.

"…" Again.

"His cum is the best." Again.

"…" Again.

"Do you get it? I'm the one getting all his sperm, not you." Again.

"…" Candice resigned, fully locking eyes with her mother. For long, long seconds, she looked straight at Rebecca, observing the small contractions on her face – the face of someone who was getting overstuffed with incredible semen; Semen of the man that she loved in a childish, racist, unhealthy manner.

"…Good." Rebecca let go of Candice's mouth, giving her the room to speak.

…Candice added nothing, simply staring forward with empty, depressed eyes. Her ego had been bashed far more than she ever expected, leaving her in a state of silent dejection. Her expressionless face did not match the tears slowly rolling down her face.

She simply was the worst, was she not? Her mother was so much better than her.

"Apologize." Rebecca barely blinked, maintaining her cold, judging gaze. The fact that Deshaun was emptying his balls straight into her womb somehow went unnoticed by her, entranced by her daughter's misery.

"…I'm sorry for lying and blackmailing Deshaun to have sex with me…" Candice finally broke. 'No… I broke a while ago… This… Was complete overkill… I just want to cry in my pillow or something, and forget everything… I'm never riding his black dick again… Even if I do… He'll never cum as hard as with Mom… I'm not good enough…'

"That's not what I want to hear."

"…What…?"

"Apologize to ME."

It took Candice several seconds to gather her thoughts and understand what Rebecca was saying. "I'm sorry for… Calling you a hag…?"

Her mother slowly nodded, urging her to go on. Deshaun's quaking ejaculation and grunts were truly completely ignored by the woman, taking it all without a single moan. Regardless, her body still trembled, with pussy juice gushing out of her pussy in irregular periods, straight at Candice's feet. Rebecca's body was climaxing insanely hard, but she talked to Candice as if detached from it.

"I'm sorry for… Saying I was better than you…?"

"That's right. Who's better?"

"…You are…?"

"That's right. If I'm better, what does that make you?"

"…Worse than you…"

"Very good." Rebecca nibbled on Deshaun's ear while arrogantly glancing at Candice, stimulating him further despite receiving what must have been his largest cumload yet directly into her womb. "Keep going, Dear… Take your time… Let me know when you're done, okay…? This pussy is all yours, so you can just keep shooting for as long as you'd like…"

He did not answer, barely able to keep his eyes open. Rebecca had pushed his body to new limits, much like Candice last week.

The difference, though, was as clear as day and night: Deshaun was not frustrated and Rebecca was not physically broken, like Candice was after the act.

Her mother truly was better in every way. 'Even in feeding Johnny's disgusting fetish…'

"You're done? Alright, Dear … Pull out so I can have a breather, okay…?" She whispered in a sweet, motherly voice directly into Deshaun's ear. If not for the depraved context, it might have been cute. "Nghhhhh … Aaaah, fuck … You still scraped a last one out of me …" Rebecca's legs trembled aggressively, completely contrasting with her collected voice.

Believing it was all over, Candice let her eyes wander toward the floor. It was easier than looking up at the ceiling and allowed her to avoid staring at their faces. Nevertheless, she still had to deal with the sight of huge puddles of sex juices on the floor.

"Candice. Deshaun is not done yet."

"…What…?" Candice raised her head and looked at her mother in disbelief. 'I can't take any more…'

"He can keep going. Shouldn't you already know this? He's an alpha male." Rebecca raised his dick with a hand. "Look how heavy and turgid it still is. Your brother is nowhere near done."

"…But…"

Deshaun watched in silence while recovering his breath, also confused.

"…You want it, don't you?" Her mother's tone was serious and cold; She was not messing around, and so Candice knew to pay attention.

In other words: Lying was a bad idea. "…I… Do…" It took everything in her to utter the confession. After everything that happened, to openly claim such a desire was even further humiliation.

"Deshaun. Can you find it in yourself to forgive my daughter?"

"Huh…? Yeah, of course! I just want us all to be one big, happy family!"

"So you forgive her for blackmailing you to essentially rape you?"

"…It's hard, but if you want me to, Mom, I forgive her."

"And do you feel a desire to fuck her?" Rebecca sprung the question without hesitation, tilting her head.

"N-not as much as I want to fuck you, but she's very attractive too. I'm sure Candice can be a great sex partner if she tries hard."

"I see. But you're happy with just my pussy too, aren't you? Now that you can fuck me all the time, you won't waste your time with an inferior pussy like hers, will you?"

"Absolutely, Mom."

"Not my daughter, not the neighbor, not Johnny's crush… You'll only ever fuck me, right?"

"When I have you? I don't want anyone else!"

"I see." She smirked. "…But what if I told you to fuck Candice?"

"Huh?"

"Would you do it?" Rebecca stared at his eyes without blinking. Candice was witnessing a real-time battle of wills.

A pointless one.

Nobody would win against her mother.

And it was not as if Deshaun would refuse to pound a hot girl like Candice.

If there was any hesitation on his end, it was because of how weird Rebecca's question was.

"O-of course."

"Hm… Well, Candice…"

"Y-yes…?!" She perked up right away, thinking she was about to be granted a round with Deshaun.

After all of the disgrace she endured, she still wanted to feel his huge black cock drilling into her holes. Candice was hopelessly unfixable.

"…Too bad for you."

"Heh?"

"Deshaun is all mine. He only fucks me from now on, unless I tell him otherwise… Right?"

"Right." He was as surprised as Candice by the sudden bossiness in Rebecca but complied right away.

"…So, sadly, you don't get to sleep with him ever again, since he's all mine." She paused.

"…" New tears started forming in Candice's eyes-

"Unless…" She paused again; This time for so long that Candice's eyes widened to the point that it felt like they would pop out.

She NEEDED to know what came after that conditional word.

"…You can convince me that you won't ever treat him badly ever again-"

"I PROMISE!" Candice dropped to her knees instantly, thinking it was the perfect way to show how she had changed. Before, she nearly lost her mind at being asked to kneel; Now, she was gladly doing it, staring at the towering, gleaming cock with her tongue out of her mouth, voluntarily panting like a dog to increase her sex appeal. Alas, Candice was the third person to act honestly.

"Hm…" Her mother smiled, enjoying her effort. "…You can never use the N-word again."

"I won't! Never! I'm just a… Just a dumb white girl who has black cocks for brains!"

"I see-"

"I just want to take black dick all day long, every day, without thinking! I want to breed black! I want to make him cum as much as you! I'm so stupid, dumb, useless, worthless, nothing I say matters…! I'm trash before him! I'm a little sex slave! A dumb cumslut! I'm a white fleshlight for big black cocks! Deshaun may be black, but I'm the real dumb slave in this room! My only purpose is to get fucked and take his cum!"

Both Rebecca and Deshaun's jaws dropped slightly. Rebecca, in particular, looked at her with renewed contempt. "You… You didn't learn a single thing, did you…?"

"What are you talking about?! I-I get it…! I understand it…! I-I'm not superior to him…! I was wrong…! I… I am… I am…! A WORTHLESS CUM RAG!"

"Hah…" Rebecca sighed, facepalming. "…How did I raise you to be like this…"

Candice did not understand her mother's irritation. She had just taken a massive step! She truly believed herself to be acting exactly like she should to bring Deshaun the same satisfaction that Rebecca did.

…Somewhere along the way, she forgot that the source to please a real man was to offer herself as a real woman.

She was simply unable to do that. Yet, she also understood that he was not below her.

Therefore, to fix that dilemma, Candice took the only approach she could.

'He's a king… The best…! All black men are alphas who deserve everything…! He's a man of the utmost value…! Strong, smart, handsome, hung…!' …Candice elevated Deshaun to Heaven, seeing him as an amazing person…

'I'm worthless…! I exist just to take black cum…! If he tells me to jump off a cliff, I will…! I'm too dumb to think for myself…! I'll do anything to make black kings happy…!' …And dropped herself all the way below the floor, seeing herself as less than dirt – at least in comparison to an amazing person like Deshaun. Someone like Johnny was still under her.

Candice was hopelessly unfixable. She was an egotistical, racist brat by nature. There were still deeply racist roots in her heart. Those would never disappear, making it impossible for her to sexually offer herself to Deshaun like her mother. Still, there was SOME progress. Whereas before she dehumanized both herself and Deshaun during the act of sex, she now solely dehumanized herself.

It was still not enough to avoid her mother's disappointment, leaving Candice scared. 'D-did I screw up…?' Her desperate eyes pleaded for her hyperbolized dirty talk to be accepted. Otherwise, she might truly lose her mind. The ache between her legs was no joke. Watching Deshaun feel so much pleasure from her mother's body left her heart and mind with an unhealthy whirlwind of envy and lust.

She NEEDED his black cock NOW.

"Well, it is what it is…" Rebecca took her sweet time observing her daughter's inflated self-offering, with a small grin formed on her sweaty, cum-smeared face. "…Why don't you finish up with her, Dear?" She put a hand on Deshaun's chest and smiled at him with a commanding expression. "I give you authorization to fuck my daughter for the rest of today. Empty it all out in her. I think she's on the pill, so it's fine. If not, we'll sort it out later. Oh, and be as rough as you want. She barely learned anything, so you might as well use her like a brat. Though, if she gets nasty, make sure to let me know, okay? I'll revoke her Deshaun-fucking rights."

Deshaun's cock twitched in excitement. "Are you sure…?"

"Yes. Knock yourself out."

Rebecca cleaned herself up with Candice's bedsheets and dressed up, opening the door while sporting an arrogant smile.

Before leaving, she gave Deshaun one last glance. "Dear…?"

"Yeah…?"

"Good boy." She closed the door without saying anything else.

Something had changed in Rebecca's dynamic with Deshaun. The condescending attitude before leaving was irrefutable proof of that, stunning the two people who remained in the room.

What was going on in her mind?

That, only Rebecca herself could know.

Did it have something to do with the way she glared at Johnny several minutes ago?

…

It did not matter. Candice was too stupid to think about the subject. Even if she had the brains, she was also too horny to care. "I'm sorry." She said.

"…This is all your fault for talking too much. You know that, right?" Deshaun grabbed the top of her head with one hand and aligned the tip of his dick with her mouth. With Rebecca gone, Deshaun was the last person to act honestly.

"I know. I just said I'm sorry."

"Huh? Sorry…?"

"I'm sorry for…" Her face twisted itself into a dumb, wide smile, accompanied by a new stream of tears running out of her eyes. "…Lying and blackmailing you so you'd fuck me."

Deshaun grinned.

Candice could not please him like her mother…

"NGHLUUUUUUUUUUUUURGH !!!" …But she did not mind that at that moment.

Many hours had passed since the 'incident' in Candice's bedroom. 'Everything nearly went to shit in there… Jesus fucking Christ…' Deshaun reflected while lying on his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. 'It's been a while since I felt this drained… I think that bitch is the best pussy I've ever had.' Rebecca left a strong impression in his mind.

Though it all started as a big mess, things worked out in the end. 'All I had to do was get Rebecca going, huh… When that fucking beta appeared, I thought everything was about to go to shit again, but he wound up taking my side… I played it really right by waking him up to his fetish. And Candice…'

In the end, Rebecca took care of the annoying wild card. 'I should have just gone all-in on Rebecca from the get-go. That stupid blonde idiot… She can't stand up to her mother. Rebecca is the one who runs this house, so having her so strongly on my side is the best thing that could have happened. I can run this entire place using her as a proxy. But… Hm…'

Something felt off about Rebecca. She was a narcissist who hid her true feelings from herself with constant lies to make things look more positive than they really were.

Her social media page was not about helping people be more fit. 'She just likes the attention and being called hot… Like any older woman.'

Her constant 'servicing' of Deshaun was not about helping his 'black male needs'. 'She just likes having fun with a big black dick, like every stupid white girl. Plus, she thinks having me as her little pet is a great boon to her online presence… Well, she's not wrong about that. Any day now, she'll lean in on more erotic shots just to get more attention.'

Finally, the way she devotedly fucked Deshaun in front of her daughter had nothing to do with 'repairing the damage done by her daughter'. 'She just wanted to humble Candice by making herself look superior in pleasing me. I was just a tool for that and nothing more… That, and she felt like it was a good way to ensure I don't go rat out online about the supposed abuse I received in this house…'

Everything Rebecca did had an ulterior, narcissistic reason. That was plain to see even for a dumb girl like Candice. 'Maybe her son can't tell. Her husband probably can on some level but doesn't mind it. I can see it clearly, though. But Rebecca… I don't think she understands what really runs her. Always finding excuses to lie to herself… Like mother, like daughter, but without the brattiness and stupidity…'

Deshaun preferred it that way. Someone who lied to themselves was easier to manipulate than someone who understood themselves.

…Yet, something was off.

There was an attitude change in Rebecca after Johnny appeared at that door.

For long, scary minutes, he thought that Rebecca had realized the truth despite Johnny lying in his favor. Yet, she continued on fucking him and debasing Candice. 'Am I just being paranoid…? How do I approach this…? Should I push further now? Well, either way, good things did come of this entire fiasco. But there's one thing I simply don't understand… Why did she offer her Candice to me in the end…? I thought she'd be against that… Well, that aside, let's evaluate the situation…'

Candice was officially his pet. Her spirit was crushed beyond repair. Instead of learning to be more like her mother, she just turned into more of a masochist, addicted to him… And probably to watching him fuck her mother. 'Stupid bimbo and probably a cuck… Already broken.'

Johnny was a bit more independent, but he was also easy to play. All he wanted was to see or know that his mother was getting blacked by Deshaun. 'Full-time cuck… Already broken.'

Jack was impossible for him to manipulate, but he could probably do so via the rest of the family members. 'Especially Rebecca…'

That left Rebecca as the newest problem. 'I don't think I broke her… I don't even know if I can break her. Why did I have to be stuck with such a troublesome MILF…? But she's easy to manipulate, so it should be fine. The soft way is to keep pretending to be her pet and feeding her what she wants… And if things get nasty…'

Rebecca was plenty traumatized from the cancellation scandal she went through. The threat of a new one would likely get her moving in whatever direction he needed if push came to shove. 'I should only do that in a last-case scenario. For now, let's keep it soft… Hm?'

The door to his room suddenly opened.

"How are we doing on this wonderful night?" It was Rebecca, looking as beautiful as ever with black leggings and a red blouse that exposed plenty of cleavage and some of her midriff. "You must be quite pent up." She closed the door behind her.

"Hi, Mom! Are you okay? I guess we did it a lot earlier…" Deshaun immediately softened up his body and verbal language; He knew that appearing nice and non-threatening was the best way to play her.

"We did. And you came a lot, didn't you…? Did you enjoy the feeling of sleeping with the woman of your dreams?" Rebecca approached him with a smug smile.

"Of course! I hope we can do it many more times. What about you…?"

"Oh, I'm fine. I came a lot too. It's easy to see why women who go black don't come back. And did Candy treat you nicely?"

"Yes."

"No more racist slurs…? No more abusing you…?" Rebecca tilted her head.

At that moment, all of Deshaun's instincts flared up.

Something was ABSOLUTELY off.

Yet, he could not tell what. His only option was to keep going until he figured it out. "Not at all. I don't think Candy is a bad person… White girls sometimes go a little wild around me… I don't hold it against her. But…"

"…But…?"

"…I'm really thankful that you protected me. I've always wanted a mother who would do that for me."

Rebecca said nothing, maintaining her smile. After a few seconds of staring at him with the arrogant expression, she walked over to the nearby dresser.

"Mom…?"

She looked at him while moving her hand from drawer to drawer. Eventually, her smile grew slightly wider and she opened the third drawer – the lowest one.

"What are you…?" His heart rate spiked slightly. 'That's where I…'

She rummaged through it for a few seconds before pulling something out: one of Deshaun's blunts and a lighter. Rebecca examined the blunt for a few seconds before closing the drawer, taking a chair, and sitting in front of him with crossed legs.

Deshaun did not know what to say; To make things worse, Rebecca's expression grew even more arrogant, making him worry to the point of cold sweat forming on his forehead. She kept her half-closed eyes of overconfidence locked with his wide eyes of nervousness.

She took the lighter…

…Lit up the blunt…

…And smoked it for a second, soon puffing the smoke to the side. "Khh! Khh!" She quickly coughed a couple of times, unused to it. The next words to come out of her mouth while looking straight at him were entirely unexpected. "Another one of your lies, isn't it? This is not medicine. It's just weed."

"H-hm…?"

"You're a good liar, aren't you?" Rebecca grinned.

Chapter 5: To The Victor Go The Spoils - Part 1

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Deshaun's heart skipped multiple beats.

His instincts flared up.

Rebecca was staring straight at him with a level of smugness that was wildly inadequate for the context of a simple talk between adopted son and a mother who discovered his medicine was actually just weed.

'It's not about the weed…' Deshaun's mind was already several steps ahead.

Rebecca called him a 'good liar'.

Deshaun was in danger.

"How come you have a prescription to cover up the fact that you're actually just smoking weed, not whatever medicine this crap was supposed to be? What sort of orphanage gives their orphans or ex-orphans false prescriptions to hide marijuana use?" There was sarcastic malice behind Rebecca's words. Her question was merely a jab to measure his ability to defend himself with more lies.

Deshaun did not know to which extent he was screwed but had no choice other than to forge on. "I'm sorry about lying. Smoking pot is something I really enjoy and I didn't think I'd be allowed here… White families are not usually okay with it, and it's just part of black culture…"

"Oh, I see… Poor black boy… But you didn't answer my question."

"Right. My doctor is a female, so-"

"So you just shoved your big black cock in and out of her until you could get her to do whatever you wanted? Well, that's easy to understand… I can empathize with your doctor. I'd probably submit too if it meant getting that juicy cock of yours packing my womb with cum."

"I-"

"You do that a lot, don't you?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck women into doing whatever you want or need. What a scary power big, hung black men have… I feel like if I were born that way, I'd go around fucking all sorts of women into submission. Must be a powerful feeling… Knowing that just from cumming into a woman, she gets all enamored with you… I bet you feel really good not just physically, but emotionally, right…? Being loved and adored just because of your masculine power… I feel like I'd get addicted to that… Have a harem of my own."

"I would never do that, Mom."

"No?"

"Of course not. I just can't control myself because of my needs as a black man, so I have sex with a lot of white women who take advantage of me… I can't control myself because of their big asses and tits… I guess they fall in love with me along the way because of my body, but I'm not trying to manipulate anyone." Deshaun opted to double down on his tried-and-true strategy thus far: Appealing to Rebecca's desire to be a white ally and receive social approval.

"That sounds so horrible for you… Getting to pound sexy white girls and make them fall in love with you because they're evil, slutty black cock addicts…" Rebecca expressed dishonest sympathy.

"And if there's any woman who can do that, Mom, it's you!" Nevertheless, Deshaun tried to ride a non-existent momentum by appealing to her narcissism.

"It's me…?"

"Yes. You can already do everything you said you'd do if you were born like me. You're so beautiful and charismatic… You can make any man become enamored with you. Like-"

"Like you?"

"Yes. You know how I feel about you. There's no one else I feel more desire for." He went out of his way to rub his bulge, hoping to arouse her into dropping her guard; Whatever Rebecca supposedly had on him would be easier to deal with if she were distracted by a desire to be fucked by him; Considering how frantically she came and moaned hours earlier, there was no doubt that she had very strong physical attraction for him.

"Wow… You're so hard. I kind of want to sit on that huge dick and get creamed up a little bit. I'm still sore from the railing you gave me in Candy's room, but when you tease me like that…"

"Then-"

"Too bad I'm so hurt by your lying, Deshaun… If only your addiction to weed was the only lie you told me.

"Ghh…" Rebecca's rejection settled it: Deshaun was screwed, though he did not yet know how much. "I promise not to smoke again…"

"Don't bother. If you like it, you should do it. You can't even control yourself from sticking your fat dick inside your adoptive mother and sister. It's such a small lie in the grand scheme of things, isn't it?"

Indeed, it was. The cold truth was truly simple: He liked smoking weed and produced a false prescription to conceal that fact. Like Rebecca said, it was a small thing in the grand scheme of things; A tease by her to mock him. Deshaun did not even need to fuck a female doctor into submission; His organization set him up with it because he was their best agent.

…How much did Rebecca know…?

"Want one?" Rebecca took another puff of the blunt, coughing some more.

"…Yes."

"Maybe later, if you're a good boy." She giggled.

"…"

"Oh, don't get it wrong. I'm not mad or anything… If anything, I should be thankful. You helped me learn things about my daughter that I didn't know. It's shameful to admit, but I didn't understand Candy as much as I thought until earlier today, during that beautiful sexual encounter we had… But that's too romantic for how hard we fucked, isn't it? It was more like a pounding. You slammed me like a white slut.

"…"

"Candice never blackmailed you. That was a lie you made up on the spot because you didn't want me envious or angry that you had been fucking my daughter instead of coming to me for the past week. I actually believed that Candice blackmailed you out of spite for me and because she wanted you to start boosting her social media page over mine… That made me so mad! How could my daughter, of all people, blackmail the underprivileged black boy we adopted? So horrible…"

"…"

"That was a lie by you."

"…"

"The truth is that you were fucking her because you wanted to, and she was fucking you because she's a lovestruck bimbo… A little racist too. I don't know where she got all that from, I swear. Certainly not from me or her father. You just can't trust the youth nowadays…"

"…"

"Are you not going to deny anything…?" Rebecca recrossed her legs, smirking endlessly.

He was not. She was too confident for him to deny anything; Instead, he tried to redirect the narrative in a direction that favored him. "It's true."

"It is?"

"Y-yes… I was having sex with Candice because I wanted to, and I made up the thing about Candice blackmailing me… She sort of helped with the lie by accident because she's in love with me too… But it's because I can't stop thinking about your body, and she was the closest thing I had to it!"

"Closer than my ACTUAL body?"

"Yes, because you weren't willing to go all the way yet! After we had sex today, it's like I told you earlier: I definitely don't need Candy ever again. I only ever want to have sex with you from now on! I'm hard just thinking about fucking you, Mom… That's how much I love you." He tried the trick of rubbing his bulge again; Cornered as he was, Deshaun had no plan other than to continuously double down on appealing to her narcissism and sexual attraction to him.

"You sure are rubbing that thing a lot. Why don't you pull it out for me?"

For a moment, he thought he had reached some form of success. "Of course…!" Deshaun lowered his pants and sprung his penis out in a rush.

As always, it stood tall and hard, with an absurd coverage of thick veins. Between the odor of precum continuously leaking out of his urethra and the musk produced by his oversized balls, it took little time for the area surrounding him and Rebecca to become overwhelmed by the scent of male stench.

"Wow… You really do love me, don't you ?" Rebecca's face got slightly flushed as she took another puff, again entering a coughing streak from inexperience smoking. "I'm getting wet just looking at it. I can barely smell the pot with the odor of your precum so close to me … That thing is so big and veiny… I can't believe I was riding that monster cock earlier today."

"You can ride it again right now if you want, Mom."

"I can, can't I? I can do whatever I want with it." Her smirk grew slightly wider. "Jerk off for me."

"H-hm…? Sure…" Deshaun was having trouble reading Rebecca. 'I need to stay committed.' He grabbed his penis and began furiously pumping up and down, hoping that the spectacle of his steel-hard penis being strangled by his large hand would suffice to drown out her alertness and confidence.

"That's an amazing sight ." On some level, it worked; Rebecca bit her lips and stared at his masturbation with intent. "How do women live without a big black cock to churn them out on a daily basis? I'm so happy that I own that huge thing now ."

"Huh? Own?-"

"Shhh… You don't need to ask questions. Just jerk it for Mommy, okay? Do everything I tell you ." With a chuckle, she smoked and coughed again. "I know there are people who like to smoke after sex, but that's so pointless… This is where the fun is at. Smoking while you watch your big, hung stud jerking at your command… I'm in love with this sight . You have nice forearms, you know…? They're almost as veiny as your dick. Seeing the way you're manhandling that nasty meat club makes me fantasize about how you can manhandle me in bed… Shoving that huge thing in me and pumping me full of cum … Jerk really hard as if you were pounding into mommy, okay ? Pretend you're breeding me with the intent of turning me into a black baby mom. Go hard, just like you did when you were dogging me sideways …"

"Of course! I love you, Mom!"

"I can tell from all the precum . So much love… Ah, that noise of wet squishing … It wants me so much ..." On some level, Rebecca was absolutely mesmerized by Deshaun's physique and penis, exactly as he wanted. "…This makes the talk we're about to have so much more enjoyable." Nevertheless, it seemed Rebecca was incapable of being fully enraptured by him.

She was different from all the other women he had manipulated in his life. Rebecca seemed to have too much control over herself to break via sexual addiction to him.

…

'That's not it.'

It was not that Rebecca had too much self-control to be broken; It was that she had already broken herself long before they ever met. Rebecca was chemically dependent on validation from others, especially via her social media presence. Her mental structure was completely built around servicing that addiction, with a solidity that far surpassed that of any other woman Deshaun had ever met.

Unfortunately, her unhealthy, STEEL-FIRM mental structure made her insufferably resistant to being broken and molded by him. Each and every indentation brought to it had no cumulative effect, since the structure repeatedly adjusted itself to account for weaknesses, growing stronger and stronger.

A joke, considering how Candice was made of glass compared to her.

"That's a real nice cock …" Nonetheless, Rebecca was irrefutably enamored with Deshaun on a physical level to a significant degree; Just not enough for him to have full control over her. "I came dressed quite well with this nice blouse, so please look at my cleavage a lot while you batter that black cock, okay? Let me know when you're about to nut ."

He nodded.

"Ah, wait... Stop jerking for a second…"

"Uh?" He stopped.

Rebecca smiled at his obedience and spat on her own hand four times, getting it indecently gooey with saliva. Then, she leaned forward, grabbed his dick, and pumped it a few times. "There we go. Now my spit's all over it. You can give that marvelous, sturdy cock all the hand love you want now. Give it crazy tugs while Mommy watches, okay ? Make me proud." She giggled sadistically.

'Th-this bitch…!' It took everything Deshaun had in terms of self-control to avoid throwing her on the bed and vengefully raping her into puddy like he did to Candice for an entire week to mold her stupid mind into that of a braindead cock-loving toy. 'I'd do it if I knew it would make her become my puppet already, but if she doesn't break, I'm all out of options. Why is she treating me this way…? What did she discover about me…? Let's patiently observe for now…' He resumed jerking for her amusement, biding his time.

"Wow ... Those are great strokes, Deshaun. I love seeing my spit being used like that. It's coating a real man's cock... Your body too… I'd spit all over your chest and shoulders if I had that much saliva to offer, but I don't… So get sweaty as soon as you can so Mommy can get turned on even more, okay? You have a real man's body and I love staring at it… The way you were all oily with sweat when you slammed me earlier… Mngh ! I feel my womb aching just from thinking !"

"Khh..."

"Oh, sorry, am I upsetting you?" She tilted her head to the other side, presenting no actual remorse on her smug expression.

"Of course not…"

"Really? That's good. After all, like I said, I'm thankful that you helped me learn so much about my daughter, and about my son too… You know, the one that is biologically mine and honest with me, unlike you."

"…"

"Though, I guess he's not THAT honest…" For once, Rebecca lost the smirk and stopped looking at Deshaun's stroking. A second later, she resumed observing his aggressive masturbation, now with a wince. "I always thought Johnny loved me because I was a good mother to him. I thought I had done a good job with him. But, as I learned today thanks to you, he doesn't love me as a mother, does he? He loves me as a woman… Or as his personal pornstar… Or, worse yet, as his personal mother pornstar… Maybe he does love me, but it's not pure love."

Earlier that day, when Deshaun and Rebecca were fucking in Candice's room, Candice appeared out of nowhere with Johnny by her side. When Rebecca looked at her son's face, something clicked in her head. 'Is this what she was thinking about in that moment? She realized her son is a cuck loser?'

"My son has a cuckold fetish… Or maybe it's not that. He has a fetish for me specifically… Maybe even more specifically, he has a fetish for me getting impaled by big black cocks like yours? I know I am a bombshell who looks great naked with you. I'm short and curvy, and you're massive and masculine… Plus, you have that huge meat club to make me squeal like a little bitch… But still, I'm his mother… The way he looked at me when I was bouncing up and down on your hard dick…" Rebecca looked away again, wincing harder. "…It's gross. Johnny's gross. I feel bad thinking that, but it's true."

"I'm sorry that Johnny turned out that way."

"Are you?" Rebecca leaned forward with a derisive smile. "Weren't you the one who cultivated that in him by taking his girl and breaking his heart? I was too lenient when I moderated that make-up talk between you two, wasn't I?"

"I-"

"It's fine. Sarah can make her own choices. She's much more mature than Candy too, so who am I to judge? If I were her age, I'd make the same choice too. I'd bounce up and down on your dick a thousand times before going on a single date with Jack, and he used to be ripped. Johnny is just…" She paused, took another puff, coughed some more, and looked away. "…I guess kids nowadays would call him a beta male or something… My son's a white boy loser…"

"…"

"You, on the other hand…" Her eyes returned to his penis, accompanying the frantic motion of his large hand. "…You're the sort of man any mother would be proud of: an alpha male. I know I didn't give birth to you, but knowing you're my son makes me feel so proud… And knowing that you get that hard thinking of filling me up with semen is an even better feeling. You're a real man, Deshaun ... That's why I want you to jerk off a lot for me, okay…? Really enjoy my cleavage ..."

"I always do, Mom."

"That's right, isn't it…? You love me and my body. You said you fucked Candice while pretending it was me. That's such a turn-on ... My daughter is young and beautiful, but you still prefer me over her…"

…

"...But I still can't forget how gross Johnny is." She winced once more, stuck on her son's nature. "After he saw us… I bet he went back to his room and jerked off like crazy. Nothing sexy to stare at, I bet… His penis is an average white penis, so it doesn't look as awesome as yours when getting tugged… Hah… An incestuous cuckold fetish… Maybe it was just incestuous at some point, and then it became a variation of cuckoldry when he saw us hanging out…? Did he ever use our videos and photos working out together to jerk off…? That's so pathetic… I know he jerked off to the porn you've got online, so I bet he's been thinking of you and I doing it for a long time…"

"That's-"

"Oh, yeah, I know of your porn videos. Don't worry, I don't care too much. I'm more worried about Johnny… My biological son is a cuck, while my adoptive son is a real man who makes me cum a lot… This is all sorts of wrong… Would I miss him if he were gone? He makes me look bad… I kind of don't want his love anymore…"

"What about my love, Mom…?" Deshaun risked a question.

"I want lots of it ." She promptly smiled and resumed her focus on Deshaun. "That's why we're here, right? Opening our hearts to each other…"

A lie.

The only one doing the opening was Rebecca.

"Ah… Take your shirt off… I wanna look at your body…"

Deshaun obeyed.

"Such a strong physique… Veiny shoulders, chest… That wide back… Your big leg muscles… Thinking about being crushed underneath you in bed is crazy exciting . You tower over me, Deshaun. When you get on top of me, I can't see the ceiling anymore. It's just black muscles everywhere… Sweat… Muscle pumps and veins… Grunts… And that big fat cock stretching my insides like crazy… It's like being killed from the outside and inside . There are some muscular white guys out there too, but they pale in comparison to black guys like you… It's not just the dark skin that looks way hotter, but the genetics too… You were built to instantly capture the attention of hot white women like me. I understand that instinct… Looking at you is an instant trip to horny-land…"

"Thank you, Mom." He smiled.

"Hey, I should give you something too, right? You like staring at my body, after all…"

"I love your body a LOT."

"Wonderful ." She took another puff, coughed some more, and removed her lower clothes, fully exposing her thick, toned legs and bare pussy; Rebecca was soaked, spreading her legs wide for Deshaun to have full view of her wet hole. "Please look at it as much as you want… It's your reward for making me learn about myself too."

"Learn about yourself…?" Deshaun kept pumping while paying attention to her words.

"That's right… At this age, I thought I had already learned everything there was to learn about myself, but I was wrong. Do you know what I learned?"

"That you like black men and big dicks…?"

"Hm… That's not what I was thinking, but it's not inaccurate… Though, is it true to say that I 'learned' that? It's more like a female drive, isn't it…? There's no need to learn it. From the moment I first saw you, I already knew I loved your body. I'm sure the same applies to Candy and every other woman you've ever fucked. The simple thought of being pounded by a black guy three times larger than us with a huge black cock… And that beautiful skin contrast… I feel my insides squeezing just thinking about it . It's like an animal thing. I feel it so strongly… A desire to mate with big black alpha males like you … You're a breeder bull and we're the cattle… And we love being bred black . You love doing it too, don't you? I remember the way your dick was pulsating inside me when I asked you for a black baby in Candy's room ."

"If I knocked you up, that would be-"

"Sorry, I'm on the pill. Pretty strong one too. I'm not pregnant." She stifled laughter. "Candice too. Too bad, huh…? I bet it'd be orgasmic to carry a strong black life inside me…"

For the first time since their conversation started, Deshaun caught a glimpse of true anger behind Rebecca's words. She definitely knew something bad about Deshaun. 'What is it…? Just tell me so I can start talking my way out of this mess…'

"As for what I ACTUALLY learned… It was when Johnny and Candy appeared at the doorway. The way they looked at me… Hah … I learned that I love it…"

"Love what…?"

"I just told you. The way they looked at me . Hah …" By simply recalling that moment, Rebecca's arousal exploded. "I don't know how to explain it, but… I felt something so strong… I don't know how I held on and kept fucking you. Must have been the momentum… But that feeling when their eyes were on me while I was bouncing up and down your perfect black dick… Nghh … Wasn't that just the best…? It was not physical, but it FELT physical… I thought I was going to have a heart attack… But the good kind, like when you receive news so great that you cry. Do I have an exhibitionist fetish that I never knew about…?" She bit her lips and stopped talking while looking down, immersing herself in the memory.

'What a joke.' Deshaun had to hold back to avoid scoffing at her.

Rebecca was a puzzle to herself, but not to him. She was a narcissist who enjoyed the power that came with being admired by others. There was no 'exhibitionist fetish' in her mind; Or, if there was, it was not the main component of her sex drive.

…She just liked being looked up to, loved, praised, and admired…

To Deshaun, such a thing was so, so obvious. However, for a narcissist like her, it was difficult to come to terms with the truth that she was a dirty, selfish person. Her love for herself was so great that she saw everything she did with rose-tinted glasses.

"I wonder if that's why I love that so many people follow my Instagram page…? But that's mostly about helping others be healthy and fit… Still, I can combine two things in one, right?" …Examples of her self-deceit appeared all the time and were comically unperceivable to herself. "Hah … Whatever… The point is … I loved that feeling when they saw us fucking … Ghnn… !" Her face contorted very briefly, gritting teeth as a random gush of female juice came out of her pussy, smearing her seat. "Sorry about that. It had been building for a while. It's your cock's fault, you know? I can't help but get very horny staring at you bullying it so much… Try not to crush any veins, okay ? I want it healthy so it can pump lots more loads inside my mature white pussy ."

"…" Deshaun continued to observe attentively.

"It wasn't the same as my Instagram, though… The way I felt when they looked at me was so, so strong… Especially… Especially the way Candice looked at me. I loved it so much that I lost control and bullied her a whole lot after that, didn't I…? I should apologize. When Johnny appeared and I looked at his face, I realized you were bullshitting about the whole blackmail thing, which meant I was completely in the wrong about punishing Candice… But I still wanted to do it anyway because it felt good… And then that sensation when she cried looking up at me… She looked so small…" Rebecca paused.

For the longest time.

Her midriff spasmed multiple times along with her legs trembling slightly and her face stiffening up.

'She's cumming really hard but suppressing herself so she doesn't look vulnerable in front of me.' Deshaun could see through Rebecca.

It was easy to understand what she felt from Candice's stare: powerful.

Candice did not look 'small'. Rebecca felt big. Her daughter had repeatedly hurled insults about her age and competed with her for Deshaun. Seeing her break down and admit Rebecca's 'superiority as a woman' made her feel high. For a narcissist like her, that feeling must have been akin to an orgasm; Perhaps much stronger.

Moreover, Rebecca clearly attributed a great value to Deshaun as a man, which meant that winning him in a tug-of-war made her feel even better about herself as a woman… At least in her distorted, self-centered worldview.

'It's not surprising to me that she feels this way at all, but… Her addiction to validation might be even stronger than I thought…'

"Yeah. I learned about my daughter… About my son… And about myself… And I learned about you too."

"About me?" It was the moment of truth, but Deshaun remained confident, even if slightly uneasy. 'As long as she doesn't know why I'm really here, I can improvise out of this mess-'

"You're here to knock up as many rich white women as you can and steal as much money as possible from Jack's hedge fund to fund your fake orphanage black supremacist crap, aren't you?"

Deshaun froze.

"Why'd you stop jerking? Did I catch you off-guard by saying it all out at once? Keep pumping, okay? I think you should only do what I say from now on if you don't wanna have your life ruined ." She smirked wider than ever. "Oh, do you need more lube? You do it so hard that the spit just dried up, huh? What a manly guy with a big, manly black cock… Let me help you out." Rebecca rubbed the palm of her hand against her soaked slit and pumped Deshaun's penis multiple times to lubricate it. "There you go. Since this is my cock now, my pussy juice should always be on it, right ?"

"…"

"Jerk. Now."

"…" Deshaun silently obeyed, humiliated. 'How the fuck did this happen…?' He had no idea how he got figured out, and he had no idea what would happen now; The one thing that could not happen, happened.

"That entire orphanage isn't a real thing, is it? You guys find rich white families with white women that are vulnerable for one reason or another to shove a black man into… Both in the family and in the women, hm…?" She winked. "That way, you infect their entire family… Their social network… And so on. Rich white families have a lot of reach… And rich white women have a lot of contacts… So you get to spread that infection very, very far by hopping from woman to woman."

"…"

"If someone had told me such a thing before I adopted you, I would have laughed. After learning what it's like to get pummeled by a big black man, though… I know how easy that must be for you. White women everywhere turn into little sows that beg you for more and more after hitting on them just a little bit, don't they? It makes sense… Your penis is so sturdy, lengthy, and thick… And your body is so hot and manly with all those muscles… You can probably dominate any family by getting their women addicted to sex with you."

"…"

"Just look at how far you spread in my family. My daughter, Sarah, Deborah… If I gave you a couple more weeks, I bet that list would quintuple. You can turn any woman into a tool for you, can't you…? Well, any woman, except for me, it seems . It's only by a thread, though. Even now, I have this instinct in me to drop to my knees and beg you to fuck my face… The scent of your precum… The way you're jerking… That beautiful, beautiful tip… Nghh … I fantasize about dropping everything and becoming a full-time servant who gets to lick your shaft up and down when you allow . Being a woman can be a great experience when there's access to black monster cocks attached to muscular black men … Even pregnancy doesn't sound so bad…"

"…"

"Maybe if I hadn't figured you out, that's what would be happening right now. I'd be massaging you with my big white tits… Slurping on that gorgeous thing like crazy… Begging you to give me a black child… Can you imagine how many rich white women you'd have access to with me? I know soooo many people. I know a lot of politicians in both parties too… Well, it's mostly through Jack, but you know how it is, don't you? Mothers are the ones who run families, not fathers. If I really wanted to, I could basically connect you with every big person Jack knows… And then your infection would grow stronger and stronger… Black men are really powerful, aren't they? At least sexually… White guys just can't compete, and white women want to submit… What a crazy thing…"

"…"

"You took advantage of my little scandal to get yourself into my family, didn't you? Your organization probably funneled all sorts of online marketing my way to make me voluntarily think of adopting a black kid to fix my situation. That's probably better than directly contacting me since it makes me think it was my idea… I guess it probably doesn't work every time, but it sure did in my case."

"…"

"Nothing to say? Well, let me kill a curiosity. Did you guys cause my scandal on purpose?"

"…No. It was a natural accident."

"But you did stoke the fires online to get me canceled hard and make me panic, didn't you?"

"…Yes."

"Cancel culture is scary… I don't know a lot about that stuff. I just lift and help people get healthy. I hear about bots all the time, so maybe that's how you did it? Either way, I don't care. How many families did you corrupt from the inside already? This isn't your first run, is it?"

"…Six."

"Six?! Amazing… You're such a specimen… Hey… How old even are you? You're not 19, are you?"

"…24."

Rebeca brought a hand to her mouth to stifle laughter. "I can't believe I fell for it! Ah… What a set of big shoulders and a wide back does to a woman… That and the big black cock… It makes us white women believe everything, doesn't it…? The smell too… Hey, don't stop jerking. It's my cock now. I own it. I wanna see it cum."

"Grr…" Deshaun continued to obey, worried about the figurative gun pointed to his head.

"Very good …" Rebecca's slit quivered, stimulated by emotional dominance alone. "So, what's the plan? Get as many black babies as you can in rich white families and divert whatever assets you can in the process? All to promote your black supremacy ideals and whatnot?"

Deshaun did not nod, but Rebecca was right on the mark and could tell.

"Is that why you wanted that internship at Jack's hedge fund so badly? To plant seeds there? It's a very male-dominated environment, but I guess there are women there… Oh! I just realized it! That's why you went for Deborah so quickly. You must have been really happy to know the head of Jack's HR was our neighbor. You get a woman like that, you can control the entire place with all sorts of harassment claims! Start getting the place pumped with women… Fuck them… Breed them… Take over the fund from the inside… You're not an infection, you're a parasite." She moved her gaze from his eyes to his balls. "…A parasite with incredible reproductive capability…" Then, to his wet, strangled, veiny cock. "…And a cock that makes women want to be controlled by you, hm… ?"

"Grrr…"

"Oh, there's even more! Deborah's husband is Jack's lawyer! You hit the jackpot with her, didn't you? Wow… How would you manipulate him, though? Make him a cuck via his woman? Theo is a bit of a pushover… I bet Deborah could do it for you… And she's enamored with you, you know? She texted me a lot about how you wrecked her a new one. Good job on turning her into an interracial addict. You really are amazing. I'm so proud of having you as my son . Great job, Dear."

"…"

"What about Sarah, though…? She's the daughter of an important judge who presides over a lot of white-collar trials… Did you know that before you turned her into your cumhole? Or was that only about screwing with Johnny, and her connections were a nice collateral? Her father is another one you could cuck easily, I bet, by taking his wife… But she's a little racist, so you might have trouble. No, wait…" She stopped and chuckled. "Considering how you turned my daughter into a devoted bimbo, I don't think it would matter at all. That's incredible… You're so powerful… You're handsome… You're amazing… I really am proud of you … A little envious as well… That feeling that you can make anyone melt for you… Hah … Deshaun, you have incredible power over women … Over men too, indirectly… You and I could be such a power couple in that sense, right? I take the men, you take the women? What a plot for a thriller!"

"…"

"Yes, keep stroking it for me. I deserve a nice show for discovering all this about you, don't I? Oh, what about Candice…? I guess you just fucked her to start taking over my family, right? I suppose it also helps you control me and Jack in a way. Very devious of you… But also very masculine. Spreading your seed to the womb of every attractive girl around you, including my daughter… What a man . I'm on the pill, but… If you had fucked me a few more times, I could have been persuaded… Even now I feel this instinct to breed with you. My womb aches… I can't get over this power you have… Being a black man is everything …'

"…"

"…But now I've seen through you. Give it up." For once, Rebecca stopped smiling, staring at him with open disdain.

Deshaun stopped jerking. 'She discovered everything about me… This is really bad…'

"Keep jerking."

…Deshaun resumed jerking.

…And she resumed smirking.

"I've talked a lot. Do you have any questions?"

"How did you learn all that?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm a good mother."

"I don't-"

"I already told you. The look on Johnny's face when he appeared in Candice's bedroom earlier today made me realize she was telling the truth about not blackmailing you. That meant you were lying. From there, I was suspicious enough of you to make some phone calls. You know we have a lot of money, don't you? I'm willing to bet the Parker family is the richest one your organization has tried infesting yet. A few phone calls go a LONG way. Hm…? Why are you so mad all of a sudden…?"

…Because he wanted to punch the fuck out of Candice. 'That bimbo bitch…!' Indirectly, Candice cost him everything. 'That retarded bitch made me focus on breaking her for so many days in a row that this MILF bitch built up all this suspicion, and it's exploding on my face like this…! AND she's the one who brought Johnny to her room too…! It's all her fault…! If I get my hands on her, none of her holes are ever closing again…! Fuck, fuck, fuck…!' He had never truly hit a woman, but if there was one exception in his heart, it was certainly Candice. 'I want to smash her face against the fucking wall…!'

"Hello?" Rebecca snapped her fingers. "Hot blonde mother to submissive black son jerking like a good boy? Hello?"

"What happens next?" Deshaun bluntly asked.

"You're worried about jail?"

Of course he was, and much more. Rebecca's family had more than enough networking and financial power to sink their entire organization.

That was why they sent Deshaun to take the family from the inside; He was their most reliable agent. 'Maybe I never was… I fucked up by underestimating this whore too much… Why shouldn't I? She's just a worthless white woman.' At his core, Deshaun was a cold-blooded black supremacist who thought quite lowly of white people; Especially white women, whom he EASILY dominated every single time he wanted… Except for now.

Confident it was all over, Deshaun stopped stroking for good. There was no point in obeying Rebecca; Feeding her ego was just extra humiliation he did not need.

"Don't stop. I was having fun hearing your dick getting squished."

"Why does it matter?"

"It matters because I'm quite fond of you and am not interested in letting you go."

…

Deshaun resumed stroking.

It was humiliating and he wanted to utterly hurt Rebecca for it, but only an idiot would not play smart at that moment. 'She's not interested in letting me go…?' Her choice of words made him unexpectedly hopeful for a quick second.

Was Rebecca about to say she wanted to help his cause?

"I have no interest in your silly, childish cause and I want you to give up on it. Be a good boy from now on for me, okay?"

"…Excuse me?"

"No more knocking up white women. No black supremacy nonsense. Cut your ties with that organization. I know far too many powerful people that could hurt you and them. I love my family too much to let you ruin us."

Ridiculous.

Deshaun would NEVER obey such an order.

"And… If I do that…?" …But he WOULD hear her out in hopes of finding an angle to attack.

"I told you: I'm really fond of you and want you to stay in the family… Even though you're not 19. That's awkward, isn't it? But, I'm fine with the lie. We can keep it up for the others together. Oh, I think I'm getting used to this thing." Rebecca finally managed to inhale and exhale weed without coughing. "It's not as addictive and relaxing as watching you murder that big black cock for me though . Fuck, I think I'm cumming a little just from looking . Why do white men even exist if the real fun is with black dicks? Jesus …"

"You're just going to believe me if I submit to you?"

"Of course I'll believe you, because you will mean it."

"…And how do you know that?"

"Because you're not stupid." Her stern tone perfectly matched her pressure-filled gaze.

"Ghh…"

"AND, it's not going to be bad." She smirked again. "Now that we're honest with each other, you'll have much more fun than before. I know you exaggerated a lot of that nonsense about 'black male needs', and I bought it because I was stupid, but I'll make sure you get to have MUCH more sex than before."

"…You'll *make sure*?"

"Yes. Because now everything goes through me. You don't fuck anyone without my approval first. I'm your full-time sex sponsor from now on, alright?"

"…What?" Deshaun was confused about Rebecca's goal.

"I'm saying that I know you'll only give up on your silly supremacy thing if I ensure you're happy with tons of sexy white ladies, so I'll line up sexy girl after sexy girl for you to pound. Mommy will get you all the pussy you need AND my own pussy too. But you don't fuck anyone without my approval first. AND you don't knock anyone up. I won't make you use a condom, but everyone you rail must be on the pill."

"…"

"Don't stare at me that way. You're part of our family now. We can't have you go around having kids everywhere, can we? But you'll still get to creampie a bunch of beautiful white women and turn them into your little sex slaves… Is that so bad if it means I forgive your MAJOR transgression? It's a good deal, isn't it? And I won't tell anyone about it either. It's the best choice you have… Unless you want to end up in jail, along with all your buddies, whoever they are."

Deshaun could not believe what was happening.

He had never been cornered like that.

Other than losing everything, his only real choice was to give in to Rebecca's blackmail.

…

Still, he had trouble understanding her. This one time, Rebecca made little sense to him. 'I don't think I broke her into falling in love with me, so why is she even cutting me this deal…?' He tried to understand while observing her taking another puff.

…

Could she be hiding fear behind her smugness? 'She was traumatized by that racism scandal, wasn't she…? Is she afraid another one will break out if she tries to jail me…?'

…

That was not it. Deshaun could tell just by looking at her.

Rebecca was too proud and self-centered to cave if threatened with another cancellation scandal. She was PERFECTLY aware that her leverage over his was infinitely superior. If push came to shove, she would gladly start nuclear warfare with him.

The difference was that she would recover from Deshaun's nukes, but Deshaun would not recover from hers.

…

'Then… She's just getting off on having me as her sex slave? She wants to ride my dick, so she wants me around?'

…

There was truth to that. From the way she lustfully gazed at his body and penis, it was obvious that Rebecca felt a sexual attraction for him that she never felt before in her life.

…But it was more than that…

'For her social media…? She wants to keep using me to grow her numbers…?'

…

There was also truth to that. Rebecca loved using Deshaun to get more and more followers and attention, both from appealing to progressivism and from the inevitable sexual appeal of his big body beside her curvaceous one in photos and videos.

…But it was more than that…

…

'Pride in having me as a sex slave…? She feels extra attractive because she assigns a high value to me as a man…?'

Deshaun was very, very close, but something was still missing from his conclusion. 'There's another reason he wants to keep me around… What is it…?'

"So? Are you not going to answer me? Or are you too distracted from stroking so hard? Are you that scared?"

After several seconds of angrily mulling inside his mind, Deshaun nodded.

A full defeat.

"Hah … That means you're all mine then…?"

He nodded again.

"No, no, say it. I want to hear it."

"I'm… All yours now."

"Nghhh… ! That was good …" Her legs shook from an obvious orgasm; This time, Rebecca did not try to hide it, letting herself tremble as a small volume of female cum leaked out of her hole. "Hey… How close to orgasming are you?"

"I still need a little-"

"Speed it up then. Pump faster."

"Grr…" He reluctantly obeyed her command despite the fact that he had already been quite aggressively masturbating; His arm was covered in veins from exertion.

It was truly humiliating. Deshaun was forced to silently jerk himself off while staring at a perfect shortstacked bimbo. Instead of throwing her on the bed and hammering her into begging for his babies, he would finish on his hand. The fact that he was so much bigger and taller than her made the entire thing even more anger-inducing for him. To add even more salt to the wound, she did and said nothing, deriving enjoyment from silently observing him stroking a penis clad in her juices.

"I'm there." He finally announced, feeling release approaching.

Rebecca gently tapped her wet pussy, spreading her thick legs wide.

It was an order to release inside her. She made him masturbate only to let it all out inside her womb anyway.

An utterly needless show of power.

…Rebecca was accruing a great degree of resentment from Deshaun…

Since she was not specific with how intense she wanted it, Deshaun got up, grabbed the arms of her chair, and SLAMMED his full length into her, DESTROYING the cervix that had been such a barrier earlier that day.

It was his way of 'punishing' her.

A pointless show of defiance, evidently. All his lunge did was…

"MNGHH ! Oh, fuck… ! That made me cum so hard… !" …Please Rebecca. "It's so thick and long… ! Ghnn … I can feel it all the way to the back … Look at how much it's bulging… ! Sex with big black cocks is the only way for white women to go… Who fucks white guys when cocks like these exist? Nice one ... Ooooh …" She giggled and orgasmed, keeping her eyes locked with Deshaun's, holding the most arrogant of smiles. "It's pulsating… Fuck, make sure to cum a lot … I want that big black cock to really nut in me, okay…? Make it count … Pretend you're knocking me up… ! I know you like that fantasy … Nghoh …" She egged him on with a strained voice, unable to speak properly thanks to his massive object forcing her abdomen into fervent contraction.

"Grr… Y-yes…" In spite of the explosion of pleasure taking hold of his lower body, Deshaun grew increasingly frustrated. Nevertheless, he still grunted and quaked due to his large build, cock, and balls, releasing a massive dosage of sperm directly inside Rebecca's tight, wet walls. "Ghhh…! Khhh…!"

"Oooh, fuck … That's it … I'm cumming hard too… ! Mnghhhoooooh… !" Rebecca's eyes crossed together and her teeth clenched hard, quaking with as much intensity as Deshaun, if not more; Much like him, she released an explosive volume of pussy juice, showering his crotch and lower abs with her own cum.

"Khh…!"

"Ooooooh… !"

"Ghh…!"

"Uuuuuungh… !"

For the longest time, they remained in that position.

Rebecca cumming all over him.

Deshaun cumming inside her.

Both things occurred exactly as SHE wanted for HER desire. Easily the most pathetic creampie of Deshaun's life; The one time in which he felt LESS manly for creaming inside a woman instead of outside.

Eventually, he was done. "Hah… Hah…"

"Mnghhh… ! Ah, it's so good, it's so good… !" Rebecca still came for several seconds more after him, leading her insides to squeeze repeatedly around his sensitive, girthy length. "Getting black cum packed into you… Is the peak of joy for women … I see the appeal for sure… ! Nhguuuh … I'm still trembling… ! And you didn't even fuck the shit out of me… ! Nghoooh… !"

"Can I pull out already…?"

"What's with that voice? Mnghhh … Are you angry…? Is it because you know you're never going to knock me up or anyone else ever again…? Unghh … Surely, you can still be happy without that, right…? You didn't let out all this semen because you didn't enjoy it, did you? You love my body …"

"…"

"Give up your aspirations and be my good boy."

"…"

"You'll do it… Won't you?"

"Yes." No.

Deshaun would bide his time until he knew how to break Rebecca in a way that did not compromise him. 'I still don't get why she's keeping me around… I'm missing part of the puzzle…'

"You'll see… We'll both be much happier this way. Isn't it good to be owned by the woman you're obsessed with?"

…

"…What?" Deshaun could not believe what he heard.

"Isn't it good to give your cock up to the woman you most love on this planet?"

…

'No fucking way.' He could not believe what he had just realized.

Rebecca uncovered EVERYTHING about him… Except the part that he made up being in love with her. 'This woman is so in love with herself that she thinks I meant that one thing?! She discovered EVERYTHING about me but didn't realize I just said that to manipulate her?!'

"…Or was that a lie?" She asked a VERY dangerous question.

Thankfully, Deshaun knew EXACTLY how to safely answer it.

How does one hypnotize a narcissist?

'You put a mirror in front of them.'

Then, in less figurative terms, how could Deshaun hypnotize Rebecca?

"What does it look like?" By asking a question that allowed Rebecca…

"Of course you love me ." …To project whatever she needed on him. "Hey… Come give the love of your life a nice kiss." She brought the blunt of weed to her mouth and inhaled deeply.

Then, once Deshaun leaned forward and connected lips with her, she exhaled it all in his mouth while embracing his wide back. It was the type of kissing he would have thoroughly enjoyed if it were not just another way of her asserting dominance over him.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll line up some nice girls for you to fuck, alright? I'll make you very, very happy. Ah… I can't wait… To see their faces… Hah …"

"Hm…?"

"They're going to be… So… Nghhh … Jealous… ! Nghoh ! Unghm ! Nghh !" Rebecca started convulsing and squirting without Deshaun making a single motion; Her face contorted in euphoria, with her teeth clenching hard.

In that moment, Deshaun finally acquired the missing piece of the puzzle.

The way Johnny and Candice looked at them having sex hours ago triggered something mind-blowingly strong in Rebecca, awakening a fiery desire to feed her narcissism in a whole other way; A more sadistic, immoral, and perverted way.

That was why she kept Deshaun around, needing him as a tool to reach that mind-blowing sensation again.

"Fuck, fuck… ! Oooooh… !" Just by thinking of what she was going to do, Rebecca came so, so hard.

Merely by observing how unexplainably strongly she was orgasming, Deshaun realized exactly what he had to do moving forward to finally break Rebecca into his puppet. It would be a gamble, but there were no other options available to him. He would stake it all in a subtle plan.

"Start thrusting ."

"Whatever you want, Mom."

"Mnghooooh ! Oooooh… !"

Rebecca claimed Deshaun.

"It's been forever since we had wine together, Deborah! This is so fun!" Rebecca had a blast chit-chatting with her neighbor and friend, Deborah. She was a 30-year-old petite woman with short red hair and freckles, giving her a very young and cute look.

"It really has been a while. You caught me on a good day. I usually don't have breaks even during weekends."

"Being head of HR is rough. I'll have to ask Jack to make things easier on you."

"Oh, come on, Jack is nice enough to me already."

"But I can do it! Why don't I tell him to give you a whole month off? You'd have so much fun."

"What's with you?" Deborah laughed her ass off at Rebecca's giddiness. "You're way too happy!"

"Am I? Well, I guess I had a good night yesterday…" Rebecca took a sip, recalling the best night of her life. Deshaun had filled her up with over six rich loads of semen at her request.

That was not what made it the best night of her life, though; It was only a symptom. The part that made it best was how she fully acquired control of him. 'I would feel bad using that word about a black man if I didn't know he was trying to scam my family. He's lucky I'm generous and forgiving.'

The talk with Deshaun went perfectly. He fully gave himself over and agreed to become a proper son. 'He gave me his phone until I agree he can be trusted with it again, and he deleted the porn video he posted online of Candice. I confirmed that Candice is on the pill and safe from pregnancy. Everything is good. Well, I haven't talked to Johnny yet, but I'll get there. I just can't look him in the face right now. He's so gross… Eew! Forget him! Let's focus on why I'm really here…'

To test out her new fantasy; One that she discovered yesterday; One that had been in her mind in the past several days in one way or another, though she only took full awareness of it yesterday.

"Hey… Did your black lover ever contact you again?" Rebecca asked.

"Oh, gosh, don't even mention that! I feel so guilty about cheating on Theo! I can't believe I told you any of that. Please don't tell anyone!"

"I won't, I promise. But did he contact you again?"

"No… And that's for the best! I shouldn't do it ever again."

"He didn't text you back? That's rough. My son can be such a heartbreaker…"

"…Heh?" Deborah froze on the spot. "You… Know…?"

"That you slept with my adoptive son? Of course I do. Don't you know me?" She smirked while sipping more wine. "I know everything that happens in my house."

"U-uhm… Uhm…" Deborah stuttered despite being one of the toughest women Rebecca had ever met. Being the head of HR in a male-dominated financial market firm required immense firmness.

Yet, she still stuttered, nervous. That fact alone made Rebecca feel incredibly powerful.

…It felt so good…

"I-I… Uhm…"

"Did you like it?"

"…" Deborah remained frozen.

"It's okay. I know how it is. How is a woman our age supposed to say no when a young black stud like him wants to breed us…? Black guys are the bane of a white wife's fidelity…"

"Huh? Wait… You also-"

"Got a taste of what it's like to be blacked? Of course. Last night, even. A loooot."

"A-ah…" Deborah remained stupefied with Rebecca's bluntness.

"So? Tell me. Did you like it…? We both know the answer already, but it'd be nice to hear you say it." Rebecca got closer, as if they were about to gossip.

Deborah clasped her glass of wine harder, tensed her face up, looked left and right… And eventually caved to Rebecca's insurmountable pressure, leaning in to 'gossip' as well. "You know I loved it."

"That's right. You texted me all sorts of details… You were really proud about your ass being a 'magnet' for black guys."

"D-did I say that…?" She blushed and looked away with a cute face. "Th-that's embarrassing…"

"It's only embarrassing because you haven't been able to get him here to fuck you again, right? Otherwise, you'd be humble-bragging like crazy."

"Heh? N-no, I wasn't humble-bragging-"

"Are you jealous that Jack is my husband?"

"H-hm…?"

"A little, right…? I've seen you flirt with him… That's why you're always helping him move stuff around the house. Does it make you feel powerful to hit on him? Or does it make you feel weak because he's still with me?"

Again, Deborah froze on the spot. Her shocked face mixed with the freckles on her cheeks made her look particularly weak and girlish.

…Or was that just Rebecca's impression because she felt so powerful…?

Deborah was as short as her, and the curviness of their bodies were on entirely different leagues. Yet, at that moment, Rebecca felt like a giant before her, oppressing her with tremendous presence.

It was not her intention; Rebecca had not gone there with the plan to scold Deborah, who was a close friend to her. Something inside her simply drove her to be aggressive.

'Her eyes…' Rebecca lost herself in Deborah's gaze. 'They're almost like Candy's eyes when I pinned her to the wall… Hah … She can tell… That I'm above her …'

Rebecca let Deborah's anxiety cook for a few more seconds before speaking. "Relax! I'm not mad! I was just saying I understand you. You want Jack, but he's mine… And you wanted Deshaun but failed to get him. It's not your fault. It's just that you didn't know he's mine too."

"He's yours…?"

"Yes. Deshaun is my baby boy. He loves me so much that he does everything I tell him to… Which is why I told him not to have sex with you again after that first time. I couldn't encourage that sort of adultery, even if you're my friend."

"Y-you knew it all along…?"

"Well, yeah, we could see the shadows through your curtains. Theo isn't a buff giant. Who else would be slamming you from behind like that?"

"Heh?! Wait, Jack knows too?!"

"Forget him. Focus on me." Rebecca took Deborah's hand and squeezed affectionately, hypnotizing her. "Deshaun does what *I* tell him to do. Get it?"

"I-I can't imagine it…"

"Hm…?"

"I can't imagine a guy that manly obeying any woman… That's crazy…" Deborah expressed cynicism and frustration, annoyed by Rebecca's 'soft bullying'.

Rebecca did not mind it whatsoever. It just meant that her ultimate show of power would feel even better.

…Her pussy ached just thinking about what sort of face Deborah would soon be making…

"You have the wrong idea, Deborah. I'm not trying to brag. I'm telling you about this to apologize."

"Apologize…?"

"After having soooo much fun with his big black cock, I realized it was mean of me to keep my good friend from having it too. So, I wanted to ask you if you want Deshaun to pound you again."

Deborah's defensiveness vanished in a flash. "Y-you would do that?"

"Of course. Because we're friends! Friends share. Deshaun is mine and I know you want him too, so I could just tell him fuck you however you want him to."

"…"

"What? You believe me now?" She laughed.

"I-I… Well, I'm a pretty woman. If it's just about lifting a restriction, anyone could do it. That doesn't mean he obeys you that much."

"Hah … Deborah …"

"H-hm?"

"You know exactly what to say to make me happy. You're officially my best friend now, okay ?"

"Heh? What?"

"Let's call him over."

"He's right there. Aren't you gonna say anything?" Rebecca joked with Deborah and sipped more wine.

"I… I…" Deborah was still stiff with anxiety.

Deshaun sat on a chair in front of them, looking relaxed and hot as always. His choice of slim-fit shirt and slim chino pants made him look unbelievably attractive to both women's mature gazes.

…Especially the enormous bulge in his pants. It was the main spot Rebecca and Deborah looked at, though with different attitudes.

Deborah looked nervously, afraid that there was some trick at play and she would not have access to it.

Rebecca looked smugly, proud of being its boss.

"Really, Deborah. Are you going to waste this opportunity? I asked this stud to come hang out with us just to make you happy and you won't take the plunge? Did I scare you off by being a little mean earlier? We were just messing around! Girls show fangs all the time, don't we?"

"Y-yeah…" Deborah was still unable to speak.

"Or are you nervous about him instead? Are you in love with my adoptive son, Deborah?"

"Th-that's…" She looked down, blushing hard. Rebecca was on the money.

First, Deborah loved Jack. Now, she loved Deshaun.

Was she intentionally envious of Rebecca, or was it only a coincidence?

Either way, Rebecca LOVED knowing that her beauty and charm won both times. 'I'm such a great woman… That's why everyone chooses me.' Again, her insides ached. Rebecca was already drenched and ready for hours of pummeling if she so desired.

Yet, she did not desire so. She wanted to do something far, far hotter than have brutal hardcore sex with Deshaun: show off.

The previous day, when Johnny and Candice opened that door and looked at her with dropped jaws while she bounced on Deshaun's massive penis… 'Hah …' Rebecca YEARNED to be stared at with that level of wonderment again.

Sex with Deshaun felt great, of course… 'Nghh …' …But the thought of being looked at that way felt MUCH greater.

Why?

…

Rebecca had no idea.

All she knew was that she WANTED to be looked at that way MORE.

Therefore, she kept Deshaun around to show off.

Of course, it was not vile of her to do so; The alternative was for Deshaun to go to jail. 'If anything, I'm helping him. AND he needs tons of sex to be happy. So, can't I unite two things in one? He has fun and so do I. I'm a really charitable person!' Rebecca was unimaginably kind; No other person in her position would be so angelic and merciful.

"…" Deborah remained timid.

"Come on, girl! You weren't this shy when you were texting me all that nasty stuff about how he turned you into a spermed-up white slut or whatever! Remember how you said he turned your butt flat and you were worried it wouldn't go back to its normal shape? What about that part where you said you hid half the orgasms you had because you were embarrassed from cumming so easily-"

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!!!" Deborah girlishly slapped Rebecca's arms.

"Oh my god, I can't believe how cute you're being right now! Is it because you think Deshaun doesn't like you? What do you think, Dear? Do you like Deborah?"

"I think she's very, very sexy. I had a lot of fun pounding her." Deshaun answered exactly what Rebecca wanted him to, even though she planned nothing with him.

"H-hah… !" Deborah blushed harder.

"Really? Are you sure, Dear?"

"Absolutely." He confidently leaned back on his chair and rubbed his bulge, capturing both women's attentions. "I've always loved petite women. Deborah is just thin enough to make it extra fun to thrust into her. That womb she's got… One of the tightest I've ever had, for sure. I even masturbated a couple of times thinking of her."

"Aaaaaaaaah …" Deborah continued to die from anxious joy.

"Oh, my. You're going to make me jealous at this rate! But I still can't get over how timid she's being… Was she this quiet when you were fucking here?"

Deshaun laughed. "Definitely not. She wailed like a freak. Deborah's got one of the strongest vocal cords I've ever heard. I even had to choke and smother her a bit against the sheets because it was too loud and I was worried her husband would arrive without us noticing. She really didn't seem timid then… Especially with all the nasty things she said."

"Oh, nasty things? Like what?"

"S-stop, stop…"

"A lot of stuff about how I was making her hate her husband… How she wanted to be my sex buddy… How she would leave him if I asked… How she would do absolutely anything to have sex with me again and again… How she loved black men now… She even said I could beat her husband up if he arrived early. Anything to keep getting pounded by me."

"You said that, Deborah? Even beating up Theo?" On some level, Rebecca was impressed by Deborah's foul language.

"I-I wasn't… Th-thinking straight…"

"You weren't? How did you take a photo of him fucking you, then?" Rebecca chuckled.

"I-I-I…!"

Rebecca was so, so powerful. 'God, I'm so fucking hot… !' She almost came, stimulated by how much she was impressed with her ability to verbally dominate her friend. One person in that room was the all-powerful boss, and it was Rebecca.

"Did you know that, Deshaun? She snapped a pic of you railing her."

"I didn't know that. I'll take that as praise."

"It really is praise… She wanted a memory to masturbate to later, I bet. Was that it, Deborah?"

"…"

"Deborah." Rebecca put a hand on her leg, tired of her timidity. "Where's the tough HR lady I know? Didn't you want Deshaun here? Own up, girl."

It took a few seconds, but Rebecca's words struck a chord with Deborah. "Yes! I did want him here!" The change in her demeanor was visible.

"Why did you want Deshaun here?"

"Because I… I want him to fuck me again." She moved her gaze to Deshaun. "I'd love to have sex with you again."

"Fuck, I'd love that too." Deshun rubbed his bulge yet again.

"H-hah …"

"And *I* would love for you two to have sex again. Do you know why, Deborah?"

"Wh-why…?"

"Because you're my friend. Deshaun is mine, but if you love him so much, I could let you have him a little bit."

"Okay-"

"BUT… Before we can get to that, I really need to know what you like about him. I'm curious."

"I… I like his personality. He's confident and-"

"Come on." Rebecca lightly slapped Deborah's slender leg. "…Be honest, girl."

…

"I love his huge body and huge cock . I didn't know before I met him, but I think I have a muscle kink … And I might be a size queen … I love being a tiny little insect under him in bed … There's nothing better than his thick meat destroying my pussy … I think I might have a fetish for black guys…"

"Now THAT was good! What did you think, Deshaun?"

"That was very honest. I like that. It's the sort of thing she said when I was slamming her. Girls in their 30s are the sluttiest of them all, there's nothing to be ashamed of. If a mature white girl can't have fun, what's the point of living? Wasting time with white boys?"

"H-hah … Y-you're so right, Deshaun… Fuck white boys…" Deborah breathed heavily, happy to be approved.

"What about you, Deshaun? What do *you* love about her?"

"Her tightness, small body, and the squeals she made. Deborah sounds like an animal in heat when she's cumming, which is all the time. I don't get to fuck slender women so often, so it's a nice change of pace to see how much their midsections bulge out. It almost feels like I'll kill them, but they keep asking for more, especially Deborah. This one is a prime slut, Mom."

"Very good … Deshaun, sit here, would you?" Rebecca tapped the couch.

"Sure thing, Mom." Deshaun obeyed without question, sitting beside Rebecca, leaving her between Deborah and him.

Deshaun's increased proximity made Deborah fluster, which Rebecca loved to see.

"Take your clothes off, Deshaun. Let us mature women have a nice view of your big body, would you? Be eye candy for us."

"My pleasure." Deshaun again obeyed without question.

Rebecca was so, so pleased with his submission. 'He's all mine… I didn't rehearse or plan anything with him. He's just following me blindly…! I'm so, so, powerful… !' Once more, she almost came from being obeyed.

"Oh my God!" Deborah let out a loud gasp upon seeing Deshaun's MONSTER black cock swing out of his pants, clad in veins and musk. "Hah … H-hah …" She had not seen it a single time since she had sex with him weeks ago.

"It's an amazing black cock, isn't it? I love it a lot too." Rebecca felt unreasonably confident.

"I-it is… I… Hah ... Black cocks… Are where it's at … I think of Theo and his small penis going into me and I can't imagine what the point is… If only he's going to cum, he might as well jerk off on his own… I want to be screwed hard by a big, hard black penis…"

"I agree… Which is why I'm so happy to own this one." Rebecca grabbed Deshaun's penis and aggressively pumped it without looking Deshaun's way; Her eyes were exclusively focused on Deborah's face to catch her reaction.

It took only a few seconds to get what she wanted: A look of unabated fascination from her friend, who was DEEPLY envious of her hand passionately stroking Deshaun's gigantic black penis.

"It's really wet, Deborah... He's oozing precum … It feels so big and hard between my fingers."

"I-it does…?"

"Oh, yes… I can jerk him off like this, or do anything else I want with it, whenever I want. Isn't that amazing?"

"It is… Amazing …" Deborah barely breathed or blinked, hypnotized by the violent jerk-off session taking place. Rebecca's hand was small, but she clenched her fingers to make the act as visually enticing as she could.

"Do you know why I get to have fun with this black penis and muscular body whenever I want?"

"Why…?"

"Tell her, Deshaun." Rebecca asked without averting her gaze from Deborah.

The moment of truth.

Nothing was planned or rehearsed; The present moment was both a test of Deshaun's loyalty and the feasibility of executing her newfound fetish.

Deshaun's answer was…

"Because I'm in love with Mom, so she owns me." …Exactly what Rebecca wanted to hear.

Exactly what…

"Mnghhh …" …Her pussy wanted to hear too, cumming so hard from it that she almost lost her cool; Her panties were instantly creamed. Rebecca was clever to wear thicker pants than usual for that visit.

Her orgasmic high was not over yet, though.

Deborah moved her eyes from Deshaun's penis to Rebecca's face.

There it was; The look Rebecca yearned for.

Utter admiration…

…And utter envy.

A mixture of Johnny's and Candice's gaze in one.

At that moment, her friend thought she was the most monumentally impressive woman in existence.

A simple truth, of course. Rebecca already knew she was unparalleled; The best.

Yet, to see it in her friend's eyes was entirely different from knowing it on her own.

"Nghhhh … Sh-shit … Mnghuuuuuh… !" One of Rebecca's eyes twitched manically as her teeth clenched shut. Euphoria coursed all throughout her body, making her quake so frantically that she was forced to stop stroking. The insides of her pants were coated with so much squirt that she had to cross her legs to not get caught.

It was one of the strongest orgasms of her life; The intensity easily paralleled that of being rammed for hours by Deshaun, packed with half a dozen loads of the richest semen possible.

…Rebecca was so incredible, beautiful, powerful, interesting, special…

After several seconds, her silent orgasmic frenzy ceased, though the lingering ache inside her walls would remain for hours. Somehow, she did not get noticed by Deborah, who had quickly resumed gazing at Deshaun's precum-oozing glans, panting. She looked like a hungry beast desperate to pounce on food.

"Anyway …" Rebecca let go of Deshaun's penis. "…I've cost you both enough time. Deborah, Deshaun is a very sexually-hungry male. It comes with being a black man. Those balls and cock don't milk themselves, and he's only 19, you know?" She side-glanced at Deshaun, stifling laughter. "Young men like him need mature white women like us to step up and sexually satisfy them in a safe, non-racist environment. I know you're a good woman and will take good care of him… And I think you deserve to get railed properly every now and then, don't you agree? White guys like Theo and Jack are out. So, don't you want to be a regular fuck buddy for Deshaun? I trust you so much, so you're perfect for it."

"Yes! Yes, absolutely!" She nodded like crazy.

"Then, ask for it."

Deborah looked at Deshaun. "P-please have sex with me again. I'll do whatever I can to make it as memorable as possible for you!"

"That's cute… But you should ask ME, not him, right?"

"Heh? Ah, of course…! Rebecca…" Deborah took her hand. "You're my best friend in the entire world! Please let me become your son's lover!"

"Ah… When you're that polite, I just can't say no…"

"Th-thank you-"

"You should tell her what you told me that day when I was fucking you, Deborah." Deshaun unexpectedly cut in.

"H-heh…?" Deborah nervously side-glanced at Deshaun. "Wh-what did I say?"

"About what you thought of Mom."

"Hm…?" Rebecca tilted her head, curious. "What is it? I want to know."

"Th-that's…"

"If you don't say it, I'll say it. I think Mom deserves to hear it." He smiled at Rebecca.

Was it a fake smile, or was he honestly on her side and showing support?

Rebecca did not care either way; Deshaun was hopelessly in love with her and would always bend to her will, especially now that she had him dead to rights.

"I-I said… That I… Wish I were in your place..."

"You did…?" Rebecca's mouth opened slightly, surprised by the admission.

"Yes… Because… I was jealous that you got to spend so much time with this hunk of a… I-I don't want to say it…"

"Yeah, you shouldn't say it." Deshaun nodded. "I only let Mom call me that way."

"Hm? What way…?"

"Y-you know…" Deborah nervously looked away. "Th-the N-word… I wound up throwing it out because my head got too light from cumming so much…"

"H-hah … Only I… Get to say that word…?" Rebecca panted, staring at Deshaun.

"You can say it whenever you want, Mom. I drop all rules when it comes to you."

"Y-you … Nghh …" Rebecca came again from feeling even more powerful and charming. 'Fuck, I already knew Deborah was envious of me, but hearing it from her mouth is a whole other thing … And he doesn't mind if I use the N-word…? Only I get to use it…? I'm that unique and perfect…? Fuck, fuck …' Thinking about it further led her to multiple more mini-orgasms. 'W-well, I'd never use it anyway… That'd be racist and immoral.'

"A-anyway…! I'm sorry for being envious, Rebecca! I-I admit that you're so much more beautiful than I am… S-so… Can we move on?!"

"H-hah … You didn't have to say all that, girl … I forgive you …" Rebecca struggled to not cum again. "Deshaun, baby… Why don't you sit beside Deborah now?"

With a lecherous smile, Deshaun got up and sat beside Deborah. The redhead's eyes followed his swinging wet cock all the way until he sat down; Then, her freckled face burned red as he rested an arm over her shoulders to bring her into him, resting the side of her face against his massive, ripped chest; By accident, her hand rested right by the base of his shaft, on his muscular inner thigh.

"H-hah … Hah … Hah …" Deborah openly panted, staring wide-eyed at Deshaun's penis; She was on the verge of snapping. "Y-your smell… And your body… Y-you're a man, alright… H-hah …" Her legs rubbed together, oozing juices so generously that thin streams began leaking past the hemline of her shorts. "I'll… Please it a lot … Y-you like older women, don't you…? I-I'll do whatever I have to be a good lover for you… Th-that's the deal, right, Rebecca…?"

"Hm…?"

"I-if I please your son… You'll let him fuck me regularly…? B-because you're… A generous… Gorgeous woman… R-right…?"

Rebecca smiled. Deborah was appealing to exactly what she wanted.

"Of course." …But she did not mind it whatsoever, perfectly happy to be persuaded with such nice words. "I want Deshaun to have tons of nice, sexy girls to dump his cum into. Black men have it rough, right, Dear…?"

"Very rough." Deshaun groped Deborah's small chest, drawing soft moans out of her.

"Nhgah …

"That's why I need women I can trust to keep him satisfied. Because I'm a good mother." Rebecca smiled, proud of her own humility.

She was not a good mother.

She was a GREAT mother.

A hot, powerful, seductive, amazing, astounding, gorgeous mother.

The best there was.

"I'll keep him satisfied …" Deborah giggled nervously, failing to keep herself collected as she felt Deshaun kneading her small breasts. "Hah … It's such a big hand …"

"How are you going to keep him pleased?" Rebecca was curious to hear more about how Deborah would please the man she owned; The lower she was willing to go, the higher Rebecca's value.

"I'll do anything… Suck, stroke … I can swallow his cum …"

"What else, what else?"

"He can cum inside me as much as he wants … Inside my ass too, but it might be too tight … I don't mind being stretched out, though …"

"What else…?"

"I'll… Eat his ass… H-hah … If you want, Deshaun… Y-you can pee in my mouth …"

"W-woah…" Rebecca almost came again from how much her value shot up. 'Deshaun is in love with me and the most I did to satisfy him was vaginal penetration. Look at how much she has to offer to keep him satisfied.… Hah … I'm so incredible… !'

"And… And…"

"Yes…? And…?"

"And he can knock me up if he wants!" She abruptly shouted.

"Heh? What?"

"He can knock me up! I know he wants to! He kept talking about it the last time we fucked! I-I was nervous back then, but I don't mind it anymore! Knock me up! Give me a black baby! I'm ready to be a mother!"

"W-wait, hang on…"

"I mean it…! Breed me, Deshaun! If that's what it takes to keep you happy with my body, you can breed me as hard as you want! I'm in my 30s and I still don't have a kid, and… And… I don't want to risk having a white boy that might grow up into another Theo! I want a strong baby…! So it'd be perfect for my first kid to be yours!"

"Well…" Deshaun glanced at Rebecca, trying to hold back an obvious smirk.

"H-hang on, Deborah…!" Rebecca was stunned by how unhinged Deborah went.

"I'll get off the pill! And divorce my husband…! I'll quit my job…! D-do whatever you want with me, but I don't want to be discarded again! Please breed me a lot, okay ?! Give me several batches of black babies!" Deborah lost herself, drooling and panting maniacally, smiling creepily. "I'll-"

SMACK*

"Ouch! Huh? What? H-hah …" Deborah was abruptly cut off by a light slap to the face.

"No having kids! Okay?! Okay?! Stay on the pill!"

"W-whatever you want, Rebecca ! I'll have as many of his kids as you want me to, or I'll have none … Just let me have his cock, please… !"

"H-huh…?"

…

"Wait… What did you just say… Deborah…?"

"Just let me have his cock-"

"Before that."

"I'll have as many of his kids as you want me to!"

"As many as… *I*… Want you to…?" Rebecca mumbled slowly.

"Yeah, because…" She lowered her voice to whisper, even though Deshaun could clearly hear her. "…You own him… Right? That's what you said."

…

…

…

"Remain on the pill. No kids. You're MY friend, and he is fucking YOU because *I* said so. If he tries to do anything fancy, tell me, or I tell on you to Theo. I also know way too much about the dirty shit you've suppressed as head of HR. Don't get disobedient, okay?" Rebecca said with the most plain face and voice of her life.

It was the only way she had of suppressing the WAIL climbing up her throat.

"H-heh? Uh… Okay."

"Bye." Without saying anything else, she got up and left.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

Walking properly was difficult. Fast steps would break something inside her.

She had to at least make it out of the room without snapping; Thankfully, she succeeded.

Then, she rested her back against the wall…

…Slowly slid down until her ass was on the floor…

…And pressed both hands against her lips as HARD as she could.

'Oh, fuck … Oh, fuck , oh, fuck , oh fuck …'

Something MASSIVE was coming.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck …' Tears rolled down her eyes.

"Mnghhhhhh … Nghhhhmmm …. Unghmmmmmm …" She pressed her hands even harder to keep the rising wails from being heard.

In the other room, some noise was taking place; Deshaun and Deborah were most likely beginning their sexual encounter.

"Ghnnnnmmmm … Nghhhhhmmmm … Unghhhhmmmm …" Yet, Rebecca could not hear a thing.

She had gone into her own little world due to the COLOSSAL wave of ecstasy EXPLODING between her legs. 'Oh, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUUUUCK… !' It took everything she had to avoid howling psychotically; Her lip hurt from the self-imposed smothering.

Rebecca was having the strongest orgasm of her life BY FAR. Her eyes rolled up, drool leaked onto her palms, and every inch of her body quivered frenziedly.

A woman had just told her that she would willingly get pregnant at her request.

Rebecca could shove black babies into her friend's womb; Turn her from a successful, professional woman to a mother.

All she had to do was ask Deshaun – an incredibly sexually powerful man – to do it; And he would, because he submitted to her.

…What a feeling of power…

"Mnghhhhhh …" …As a woman and mother, Rebecca knew there was no greater power than that…

"Nghhhhmm …" …She was so, so, so, so, so, sooooooo powerful…!

"Unghhmmm …" …No other woman could tame Deshaun like she did, because she was the most amazing of them all…

From that factual realization alone, Rebecca came again and again, covering her palms with saliva as she muffled her moans. 'My legs won't stop shaking ! I'm losing it ! This is the best feeling in the world ! She looked at me with those eyes and said it's my choice ! She's willing to have as many of MY kids as I order her to ! I own him ! He's mine, mine, mine… ! Everything is mine, it's all about me… ! Mnghhhhh… !'

For the longest time, she kept on cumming and crying in place, forgetting about the existence of others.

…

Did she ever know about the existence of others?

…

Probably not.

The world had always been Rebecca's little playground.

It was not about Deshaun granting her that power; He was just the tool at the present moment.

She had always been that amazing and powerful; Anyone would be insane to think otherwise.

Deshaun was lucky that she chose to use him to express her incredible power as a woman. His obedience proved that he understood her absurdly high value.

When her moment of euphoric pleasure finally washed away…

"Nghoooh ! Oooooh ! Hooooh ! I love yooou ! Fuck me black… ! Uuuungh ! Use my slutty white hole… ! However you want ! Mnghooooooh ! I'm cheating on my husband again ! With a huge black cock ! I'm a sluuuut ! Use me like a sluuuut ! Breed me, breed me, breed me ! Nghoooooooooh ! Choke me ! Slap me ! Do whatever you want ! You hunk ! Oooooooooh !" …Rebecca had a taste of Deborah's real side as a woman.

Apparently, she was only timid with Rebecca around her.

'Of course.'

Rebecca was so remarkable that Deborah felt unable to be herself around her.

Everything WAS about Rebecca.

A simple consequence of how special and incredible she was.

…

'This is a great moment to post something… ! Hah …' Rebecca took her phone in a hurry and snapped a photo of her flustered face, posting it with a caption about loving oneself at all moments of the day.

Soon, dozens of comments from women – and some men – flooded her comments section.

…

The effect was negligible. All of a sudden, Rebecca did not seem that interested in her page, unlike usual.

"Nghuuuuh ! Ruin my womb ! Ruin it, ruin it, ruin it ! Make Theo a stupid loser cuckooooold ! I want to be a black-only whore ! I want to be a Deshaun-only whore ! Please make my body know what it's good for ! Ooooooooh !" She was far more interested in hearing how harshly her friend was getting fucked…

"Nghhmmmmmm …" …By her command.

Rebecca claimed Deborah.

"Ooh ! Hoh ! Ngh ! Mngh !" Rebecca passionately bounced her round ass up and down on Deshaun's muscular lower body. Both their bodies were covered in a thick layer of sweat, with their crotches SWAMPED with pussy juice and leaking semen. "Go ahead and cum all you want… ! Inside my motherly white womb… ! You deserve it… ! Good boy… ! You did a great job today… ! Nghoooh… !"

"Yeah? I did a great job fucking your friend for you?" Deshaun taunted her with a smack to her ass, making her fleshy rear quake.

"Nghh ! Yes, you did… ! And I bet you had a lot of fun mauling her tiny little body, didn't you… ?! Oooh… ! Shit, I'm cumming again… ! Fuck, fuck… !" Rebecca lost strength in her body and collapsed forward, smashing her heavy, firm breasts against Deshaun's muscular pectorals and resting her head on his neck. "Hah … Hah … Fuck … I don't know why… My stamina isn't the same today… Nghhh … You're making me cum too much … Oooh … It's so thick… ! I'm squeezing too much… ! Uuungh …"

"Come on, don't stop now. I was about to shoot another nut." He smacked her ass again; Rebecca's buttcheeks had his hands thoroughly indented on them from the past hour of sex.

"Ungh ! Aren't you too bossy for someone who's supposed to obey…?"

"Aren't you the one cumming your brains out?"

"You… Hah …" Rebecca considered scolding HIM, but she enjoyed being overwhelmed by his dominating demeanor in bed. It was fine as long as she could confirm one thing. "…Whose body do you have more fun creaming-"

"Yours, of course."

Rebecca's energy levels shot up right away, raising her torso to resume clapping her asshcheeks up and down along his massive black length. "And who do you love more?"

"You, of course."

"Ah, fine… ! Since you're such a good BLACK boy, I'll just have to make an effort ! Consider this your reward for knowing your place. Keep being like this and we'll never have problems again. Just lots of… Nghh ! Ungh ! Fun… !"

"Come on, go faster and deeper!"

SMACK*

"Mnghooooooh !!!"

And so, the night went on…

By the end of it, Rebecca had five thick loads inside her; Deshaun was able to give her his all in spite of having destroyed Deborah earlier that day. He was a perfect male.

Life was great.

Yesterday went perfectly. Rebecca was very satisfied with the visit to Deborah's house. 'I had an amazing experience and cleared up one loose end. Deborah is mine and won't obey Deshaun… Just in case he gets a little out of control…' She was not dumb enough to FULLY trust Deshaun yet, even if he was meeting her expectations. 'He gave me such a pounding last night too… Mngh ! I loved it! Having a black alpha male devoted to you is the BEST! Now, let's clean up our second loose end…' Rebecca knocked on the door before her.

…

"Mrs. Parker?" Sarah – Candice's friend – opened.

"Hi, Sarah! Wow, you're looking prettier than ever!'

"Ah, thank you…!" Sarah was a beautiful young woman, standing at 5'6 with long brown hair – often kept in a ponytail – and sporting a stacked rear and D-cup breasts, along with a toned body from being a cheerleader beside Candice, her close friend.

"Are your parents home?"

"Sorry, no. Did you want to talk to them?"

"No. I want to talk to you."

Rebecca smiled.

Her juices were already flowing.

"I didn't know Candice was in love with Deshaun… Wow…" Sarah was surprised.

"Right? So, please, could you forgive her for hitting you? She's so bratty, that girl… I don't know how she turned out that way."

"I somewhat understand, but… Isn't that incest…?"

"Deshaun is adopted, so, no… That's why I can understand her feelings so well."

"Huh? What do you…" Sarah looked into Rebecca's eyes for a few seconds before realizing what she meant. "Y-you too…?"

"Well… Not *me too*. Deshaun is actually obsessed with me, which is why I'm here in the first place."

"He's obsessed with you?!" Sarah's eyes shot wide open.

She was astonished by how special Rebecca was. There was not a hint of envy in Sarah's gaze; Just unabated esteem. Sarah was taller than Rebecca. But, at that moment, it was clear that she was looking up to her.

"Ghnn …" …Rebecca loved being looked at that way… "Like I said, that's why I'm here… He's obsessed with me, but I don't think it's healthy for him to seek out sex only with an older woman like me, even if I would LOVE to be his only lover."

"W-woah… M-Mrs. Parker, you're incredible…" Sarah's jaw dropped.

"Ungh … A-anyway…" Rebecca came a little. "You're such a smart and mature girl, I figured it would be great to have you as one of his regular sex buddies. Doesn't that sound great? You'd be a great positive influence."

"Yes! Of course! I'd love to! Thank you so much for thinking of me! You see, I'm a demisexual, so I can't have sex with someone unless I feel a strong emotional connection… I felt that right away when I met Deshaun! I'm so happy that I'll be able to connect with him on a physical level again!"

"That's great…" Rebecca tried to not laugh. 'Th-the youth these days have all sorts of labels, don't they…? She just found him physically attractive is all… Jesus… Get a grip, girl.'

"And you're so forgiving too!"

"Hm? Forgiving…?"

"Yes. I thought… Well, I hurt Johnny a little bit… So I was worried that maybe you hated me now, even if you were nice to me that night…"

"Oh. Johnny…" Rebecca's smile vanished, looking away with slight disdain on her face.

"Huh? Is everything okay?"

"Johnny is gross. Forget him. I don't blame you at all for choosing to fuck Deshaun instead of wasting a second more of your time with my white son."

"But…"

"No *but*. Johnny needs to get his act together. You're an attractive young woman with a good head. Why would you have sex with a skinny, nerdy white guy when you have access to a tall, strong black male? Please… No one should be with that gross cuckold pervert… Save your body and womb for strong men, not flimsy failures like him…"

Sarah said nothing, astounded by Rebecca's harshness.

It was unavoidable. Johnny was gross.

Gross, gross, gross.

He fantasized about his own mother getting railed by big black cocks; By his adoptive brother.

Rebecca had nothing but contempt for him; She had yet to talk to Johnny.

"Mrs. Parker… You're so strong…"

"Hm…?" Her attention was instantly captured by Sarah's praise.

"To be able to call out your son like that… That takes a lot of strength. To be honest, I also thought Johnny was really gross when I saw the way he looked at me for fucking Deshaun… Isn't it weird? His father is all about capitalism and stuff, right? Shouldn't he understand basic competition? Deshaun is a superior male because he's tall, strong, handsome, and has a thick penis that can easily satisfy women… Why would I go for him instead of his adoptive brother? I don't know, his whole demeanor was a big ick for me. Johnny really is gross."

"The fucking worst." Rebecca accidentally mumbled; For some reason, she found it unbelievably hard to conceal her disdain for her son.

"Yeah! And, like… Since I'm a demisexual, I'm also an empath, right?! I know my role as a woman is to please and serve my man. Sex isn't about me, it's about whoever my partner is. So, I need someone with overwhelming sexual energy for me to get enveloped in! You know what I mean?! What am I gonna do with an average white penis and a skinny body? I need a beefy body and a really big penis to lick and squeeze around! It's just unavoidable that black men like Deshaun will easily take me from white men!"

"Huh…"

"What?"

"No, I was just thinking… A lot of things would have been a lot simpler if Candy was more like you…"

"Heh? I don't get it." Sarah lacked context.

"Nevermind that."

"Well, I mean, I'm always telling Candy that she should be more LIKE YOU, Mrs. Parker!"

"Like me…?"

"Yes! You're beautiful, smart, strong, and kind! I've always told Candice that she should use you more as a role model!"

"Y-you have?"

"Yes! Honestly, I wish my mom was more like you too." Sarah gave her a big, wide smile. "You're amazing!"

Rebecca's heart skipped a bajillion beats, or so it felt.

It was not just women of her age, like Deborah, who recognized her STUPENDOUS value. Even smart, young women like Sarah did! Women who had their whole lives and youth to their advantage still saw Rebecca as a superior specimen.

"H-hah … W-woah … Fuck, fuck …"

"Hm? What is it?"

"No, it's nothing… H-hah … I just need… A second … Oh, wow … This is… Too much …"

Gradually, Rebecca was getting more and more of a grasp on how INCREDIBLE she was.

"Deshaun, I love you so much … Mnhhmmm …" Sarah wasted no time making out with Deshaun. With one hand, she hugged his nape; With the other, she stimulated his bulge, eager to please him.

In front of them, Rebecca observed with interest. 'I really wish this girl had been my daughter instead. She's so pleasant…' Ultimately, she opted not to tease Sarah as much, already more than satisfied. 'I just want to reward her for being a good girl. See? I'm a giving woman… I'm giving her full use of my Deshaun for the full day .'

"Do you want to watch, Mrs. Parker? Or maybe join in…?" Sarah asked, inserting a hand in Deshaun's pants to directly rub him. "Fuck, you're so hard … Deshaun, I hope you use me like you want… I want to be a vessel for your desires… Use my holes to release all the negative energy you get from having to live in this awful, racist white society… Okay ? I'm here for you, as a friend and as a woman … Mnhmmm … Let's connect as much as-"

"The only thing I want is to fuck your tight little pussy until your bed breaks."

"Okay, then do that! Do that! Fuck me like a dumb little white whore !" Sarah truly was a young woman of her generation. "What about you, Mrs. Parker? Are you joining?"

"No. I'm letting you two have your fun. Ah, but I need to ask something that I should have probably checked earlier. You are on the pill, right?"

"No, not at all."

"Grea- Wait, what?! Why not?!"

"I stopped taking it after Deshaun and I connected the first time. He talked a lot about how he enjoyed breeding white women so… I'm willing to risk pregnancy to make him happy… It's the least I can do as a white woman in love with a strong black man. We can film that porn video you wanted now too. Deshaun, you have truly manly needs, don't you? The drive to turn the act of rough sex into a moment of procreation and creation of life is beautiful-"

"Stop! S-stop…!" Rebecca waved her hands desperately.

"Huh? Is there a problem…?"

"Wh-wh-what are you talking about…? Porn video? Pregnancy? You can't do any of that!"

"Why not…? Isn't that what sex is all about…? Showing love to your male partner?"

"M-maybe, but… Were you going to get pregnant if you ended up dating Johnny?!" Rebecca came out with the strongest of arguments.

"No, but Johnny isn't virile and manly. Isn't sex with a man like Deshaun basically breeding? Why hold back?" Sarah said something insane.

…

'Wh-why does she make perfect sense to me?!'

"Sorry, Sarah, I ain't doing it." Deshaun suddenly cut in with an unexpected statement.

"Huh?! Y-you don't want to fuck me anymore…?!"

"Not if it's gonna knock you up. I'm with Rebecca. I would never do something she's against."

"O-oh …" Rebecca shivered at receiving Deshaun's unprompted support. 'I… I think I creamed myself …'

"Th-that's…" Sarah briefly panicked, feeling rejected.

Then, she looked at Rebecca.

And then…

"Amazing… He cares about your feelings this much? Deshaun really loves you, Mrs. Parker… It's like he's an extension of you."

"An… Extension…?"

"Yes. That's what true love is. Giving yourself as an extension of the other person… That's what I want to do with you too, Deshaun. I want to be your…" Sarah went on rambling hippie nonsense.

"…"

…

…

…

"M-Mrs. Parker…?"

"Hm…? What…?"

"Are you okay?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because… Uh…" Sarah was no longer staring at her with admiration; Rather, she seemed creeped out by something on Rebecca's face.

…What kind of expression was she making…?

"Are you… Peeing yourself…?" Sarah asked.

"Peeing myself?" Rebecca looked down. "Oh… No, I'm not peeing myself."

"Then… Uh…"

"Dear, ignore that. Have a lot of sex with my dear Deshaun, okay?" Rebecca got up. "No getting pregnant. My son here can be a little rebellious at times, so if he asks you to do anything other than have sex, tell me, alright?" She approached Sarah and grabbed her shoulder with a slight squeeze. "I'm the one you ask to fuck him, not him. If you disobey me in any way, I'll tell your parents everything, and we both know your mother and father."

"Th-there's no need for that…!" If there was one thing Sarah feared, it was the wrath of her overbearing parents – a comical thing, considering she was willing to get herself pregnant.

"I know. You're a smart girl. Either way, I'm sure Deshaun is a good boy, right?" Rebecca gave her adoptive son a condescending kiss on the cheek. "I'll leave you two to it."

"Mom."

"Yes?"

"You're *peeing* yourself."

"…I know, Dear." Rebecca ignored Deshaun's comment and headed for the door.

"H-hang on! Mrs. Parker!"

"Yes?"

"H-how are we supposed to-"

"Anal."

"H-heh?"

"Deshaun, drill her ass until her insides are as wide as a big pipe. If it helps, pretend it's a pussy and breed the shit out of it. Fill it with so much nut that she thinks she's pregnant from her ass."

"A-anal?!" Sarah panicked. "B-but he's too big and I've never done ass stuff before…!"

"So? You'll do it to have sex with me, right?"

…

"With… You…?" Sarah asked, confused.

The one who asked the first question was not Deshaun; It was Rebecca.

"Yes. Me." Rebecca doubled down.

…

"Yes." Sarah did not understand but consented to getting her ass destroyed.

"Have fun." Rebecca left the room.

She headed for the bathroom.

Then, she raised the toilet lid, removed her lower clothes, and sat on it.

The entire time, Rebecca had been discharging fluids from her vagina.

Not pee, of course.

"Oh …" Pussy juice.

So, so, so, SO much pussy juice.

Her eyes crossed together; Wrinkles formed all over her face, especially her forehead; Her eyelids twitched and shut halfway; Her mouth opened slightly, unable to do so any wider to total stiffening of her facial muscles; Drool leaked out her mouth due to an incapacity to move her tongue or swallow.

Rebecca had reached a new orgasmic record; One even stronger than yesterday's.

Sarah's words had resonated deeply with her.

…Because Deshaun was obsessively in love with her, he had become an extension of herself…

…In other words, his body and penis were actually HER body and HER penis…

…Right now, if Rebecca desired, she could impregnate Sarah, a pretty young girl, with her own big black cock…

…Rebecca was not a lesbian, but the feeling of power that came with that fantasy…

'Hah … Hah … Hah … I was born female, but I have a gigantic black dick of my own…! A dick everyone wants to fuck…! Everyone wants the seed inside my balls…! No other woman but me has that power…! I can go around and shove a bunch of black kids into any family I want… Everyone loves me… !'

For a long, long time, Rebecca remained inside that bathroom, filling the toilet with an endless supply of squirt that continuously came out, more akin to pee than the usual bursts and jets of normal squirting orgasms.

She was in a state of indescribable bliss.

After an eternity of sitting still and discharging pussy juice inside the toilet, her orgasm finally subsided.

Rebecca got up, took a roll of toilet paper, and cleaned up the trail she formed from Sarah's bedroom to the bathroom; Her pants would have to be thoroughly washed once she got home.

By accident, in the process, she heard the moans coming from inside the bedroom…

"Nghoh ! Oh ! Hoooh ! Cumming, cumming ! Fuuuuuck ! Hoooooh ! It hurts, it hurts, but I'm cummiiiiing ! Mnghuuuuuuuuh !" Sarah seemed to be quite poor at dirty talk; Either that, or she found it impossible to speak eloquently when getting her virgin anus obliterated by an object far thicker than it was made to handle. In-between her moans, bed creaking and AGGRESSIVE wet clapping echoed in the room.

…

WERE they doing anal sex to prevent pregnancy…?

DID Deshaun obey her…?

What if…

What if he was manipulating her…?

What if she was not that amazing of a woman…?

Just a stupid blonde mother being played…?

Maybe he was never in love with her…?

…

Then… Rebecca would not be the unique woman that she thought she was.

…

Then… The way Candice, Deborah, Sarah, and even Johnny looked at her would be meaningless.

…

Rebecca's hands shook; The random burst of uneasiness made her heart POUND. She became really, really afraid of opening the door and finding out she was not the person she thought she was.

…But she pushed onward and peeked in very slowly.

The moment she laid eyes on the act, the peeing began again.

"Ooooooh ! Yeeeees ! Use my asshole… ! Like it's… ! Mrs. Parker's… ! Pussy… ! That you love so much… ! Pretend I'm her… ! Fuck me like you fuck her… ! I don't mind it… !"

"GHH! KHH!" Instigated by her words, Deshaun clenched his teeth, tensed his muscles, and EXPLODED in ferocity.

"NGHOOOOOOOH ! MNGHUUUUH ! I CAAAAAN'T! OOOOOOOH ! IT'S TOO THICK ! BUT I'M CUMMIIIIING ! MY AAAAASS ! HOOOOOOOOOOOH !" Sarah got anally DESTROYED by Deshaun in a merciless prone bone that made her lean figure quake so much that one might have thought she was as thick and curvy as Rebecca.

Naturally, she was not.

No one was as thick and curvy as Rebecca. Or as beautiful and smart. Or as kind and loving.

Rebecca was the absolute best of the best OF THE BEST, which was why Sarah asked Deshaun to pretend she was her. It was the only way to draw his ultimate lust because he was obsessed with her.

Satisfied, she closed the door and headed back to her car, ignoring the fact that she was creating another dense, rich trail of her juices in the process.

Rebecca sat down.

Pressed her head against the wheel.

…And immersed herself in how mind-blowingly phenomenal of a person she was…

…

…

…

Everyone needed to know! 'I should take a selfie…! I bet tons of people will like it…! Aaaah, I'm still cumming, cumming, cumming … How am I supposed to drive like this? I'm ruining the interior of the car, fuck, fuck …'

Rebecca straightened her posture, smiled, and pointed the camera to her face, eager for all the likes she would receive. The caption could come later.

…

'Isn't this too vanilla…? I'll get more comments if I…' She lowered the camera slightly and pulled her top down just enough to expose the sweat on her cleavage and the hardness of her nipples.

Rebecca had taken 'thirstier' photos before, such as the one she took a while ago after boobjobbing and blowing Deshaun.

However, the present selfie felt much, much dirtier.

…And better…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck …"

The car did not start until 10 minutes later.

Rebecca was busy.

"Nghhhmm …" …Doing nothing.

Rebecca claimed Sarah.

"Ooooh ! That's it… ! It feels so good… ! Keep thrusting into me… ! I love feeling your huge black cock punching my uterus… ! Nghoooh ! Abuse that dumb little cervix… ! I want you to destroy me like a stupid little cumhole… ! Fill me with me nut… !" Rebecca quaked underneath Deshaun on the bed.

Her handsome, humongous black boy toy was giving her his all, ravaging her in a violent mating press while her legs and arms wrapped around him. "Ghh…! Khh…! Ngh…!" His massive, muscular body ground sweat all over her; They had been doing it for a while now, with over four rich loads currently swimming inside Rebecca's womb.

"Tell me again how it feels inside me… ! Tell me, tell me… !"

"It's tight…! Wet…! The best white pussy I've ever had…!"

"Fuck… ! Yes, it is, yes, it is… ! I have the best pussy in the world… ! OOOOooooooh ! Say it again, say it again… !"

"I love you! This is the best white pussy I've ever had!"

"MNGHOOOoooooOOOOOooooooh !" Rebecca convulsed under his large build, burying her face in his neck to suppress her future moans.

"MNGHHHHhmmmmmmm !!! NGHHHHHMMmmmmmmmmm !" Nevertheless, her groans and grunts were almost as loud; An inevitable consequence of cumming so hard. Her insides would not stop coiling around his huge black penis, fully disregarding the pain that came from the harsh, endless friction.

"Keep going! Don't stop! Make me cum! Work harder! Oooooooh !" Rebecca was in heaven. After having Deshaun annihilate Sarah's asshole earlier that day, he still had enough stamina to release load after load inside her.

"Harder… ! Use my dick harder… ! Tell me more about how you love me… ! More, more, harder, harder, keep going, don't stoop… !"

Her moans went deep into the night…

"Again… ! Tell me again… ! If you love me and want to keep using my pussy, TELL ME MORE… ! MORE, MORE, MORE… !"

…Along with her commands, disregarding whether Deshaun cared or not.

He obeyed every last one of them.

Something completely predictable.

…She was basically fucking herself, after all…

Life was very, very great.

Rebecca looked at the camera and made a funny face while shaking her head, pointing to the barbell being unloaded by Deshaun. She was filming a comedic video with him. Later, she would add a caption to joke about why it sucked when women and men did squats together: Having to load and unload the weight took forever because men were usually much bigger and stronger.

Deshaun, of course, was a savage compared to her, squatting over 500 pounds for over 8 reps; Rebecca could barely do 225 for 5, with questionable depth.

"Aaaand done! This will be great… Wait, come here, come here." She gestured for him to stand beside her. "Alright, I angle the camera like this… And there we go. Let's make sure it gets a nice shot of our shorts."

"Are you trying to use my bulge to gain more likes?"

Rebecca side-glanced with a malicious smirk. "No. MY bulge." She slid a hand into his shorts and adjusted the position of his thick penis to make for a better protrusion for the camera. "Now, like a loving mother and daughter, okay?" She hugged his lower back, and he hugged her shoulders.

"They're going to see the precum on your hand." He joked.

"…Let them …"

Then, both mother and adoptive son smiled brightly and innocently at the camera.

…As if she had not just publicly moved his dick around his shorts and coated her hand in male juices…

Rebecca did not care if anyone saw. She was so smart, agile, beautiful, and charming that it would not matter anyway. Certainly, the world would bend to help her if something happened. 'Life is so great! I am so perfect!' The world was a wonderful place because Rebecca was a wonderful person.

Deshaun recognized that, which was why he was always hard around her, even if he still held some resentment over how she benevolently dominated him.

"What? Are you upset about something? You didn't like me taking charge last night? You didn't seem that annoyed when you were stuffing me up." Rebecca called him out.

"I didn't say anything. There's nothing I like more than nutting inside you, Mom."

"Oh, you're so double-faced… How can you be so in love with me and be so facetious at the same time? Well, you were a good boy last night, so I can't be too mad…"

"I'm not double-faced at all. I'm just thankful you forgave me. I'll always do anything for you, Mom. Nothing makes me happier." He grabbed Rebecca by the waist; A subtle gesture of arousal since they were in a public place, gripping her lean midsection with almost the same aggression as he did when pounding her last night.

"You're acting way too friendly for someone who probably resents me a little bit." Rebecca would not fall for it; She was the smartest woman on the planet, after all.

"I don't resent you at all. I love you. Can't you tell?" He subtly touched his bulge.

"Hah … You DO love me …" She bit her lips, happy to have constant confirmation of her sexual worth. "…But you can do two things at once. For instance, I love Johnny, and I resent him for being so… Gross." Her mood crashed hard.

The topic of Johnny was a problem.

"I also love Candice and… She's so pathetic and disrespectful." Her mood crashed some more.

"I love Jack too… But he's kind of dragging me down… Why won't he come up to my level? Can't he tell how amazing I am…?" Her mood crashed yet again.

…

Rebecca was surrounded by people far, far lower than her in the value hierarchy.

"What about me?" Deshaun asked with a bright smile.

"You…?" Rebecca eyed his muscular, tall, sweaty body up and down. "Oh, I resent you too, but… Ngh …" Her mood skyrocketed all the way back up.

Deshaun was the only man who added value to her. He was essential to her happiness.

…

'Incorrect. He's the only one who helps EXPOSE my value. He doesn't ADD value to me… I'm the one who adds value to him. Because I'm the best … Just look at how hard he came inside me last night. I still have semen swimming in my womb… This handsome black man is ADDICTED to me …'

"Aren't you going to answer me, Mom?"

"…You're trying to manipulate me somehow, aren't you?"

"Of course not-"

"Deshaun." Rebecca put a hand on his chest and looked up at him with overconfidence – or, rather, valid confidence, since she was so perfect. "You can love me and still be trying to backstab me. I'm stupid like my daughter. Don't try to get fancy."

"That's not what I'm-"

"Ah, you're so rebellious… I'll just have to milk your balls into giving up entirely. It's okay. I'm not in a hurry. I have a lot of fun letting you fuck me, and my Instagram is popping off…! I'm helping so many people become more fit. I'm thinking we could hit up some social movements to promote good causes. You know, the black stuff you probably love. It's always good to fight racism! Maybe that'll help you pipe down . And I've got a lot of girls I want you to fuck … Isn't it nice…? To have a harem sponsored by the woman you're obsessed with…?"

"…" Deshaun said nothing, but his spirit seemed slightly affected.

He was so, so, silly for thinking he could ever trick Rebecca. 'What even is his plan…? To be nice to me until I forget everything I learned about him? It's not like he can lie to me… He's part of me now…" Her eyes moved to his bulge. "…Especially that thing ."

"Rebecca!" A woman grabbed her shoulder from behind.

"Hm? Oh, Stella! How are you, Sweetheart?" Rebecca hugged her with laughter and a smile.

Of course she did. There was a camera behind Stella; If there was not, she might not have smiled as much.

"It's so good to see you! You're looking meatier than ever! Are you bulking?" Stella struck her with verbal poison.

"I don't do that stuff. You finally cut down on all the fat, though! Look at those abs!" Rebecca fought back with snark of her own.

Stella was a fitness influencer. She was a young white woman with ponytailed black hair and black eyes, standing far taller than Rebecca at 5'7. Also unlike Rebecca, she was not particularly stacked, though her lean, fit physique made her very attractive; Stella had a piercing on her nose.

"Hey, come on, show me those guns!" Stella stood beside Rebecca and flexed both arms for the camera.

"Fine, fine." With friendly laughter, Rebecca did the same.

"Oh my God! You're looking so great! You're going to catch up to my arms at this rate! I'll just have to make up for it by beating you in followers!" Stella laughed.

"No way, I can't let you do that." Rebecca laughed.

Laughter.

Laughter.

Laughter.

The fake kind.

"Hey, why don't you take a break, Mike? See what the guys are doing over there!"

"Sure thing." The cameraman left.

Stella was a full-time fitness influencer, and they trained at a gym that was common for influencers to use. It was not unusual whatsoever for some people to have full-time cameramen following them around to gather footage for YouTube videos. Later, the footage got edited and trimmed down, resulting in a steady upload pace.

Rebecca never cared to go that deep, more than able to explode in social media size purely with her charm and beauty; Something that normal people like Stella could not understand. It was only possible for a perfect, mature being like her.

"I meant it, you know? My page is growing past yours any day now." Without the cameras, Stella was SLIGHTLY more honest and upfront, still holding a false smile.

"Is that so? How wonderful. Isn't it great that you're making your young years so worth it? Meanwhile, I'm stuck having to take care of my family and that huuuge house we live in… You SHOULD grow past me! You've been slaving yourself away at it!"

"Right? It's because I made an Onlyfans!" Stella fully ignored Rebecca's insults, maintaining a positive energy that greatly frustrated her. "I only post selfies and solo videos for now, but I'm thinking of getting a little more explicitly sexual… You should try one too! Oh, but maybe you're too old right now… I don't think anyone would wanna see that!"

"You'd be surprised."

"I don't think I would." Stella giggled.

"…" And Rebecca internally raged.

How could such an inferior woman speak down to her? Was that not ridiculous? If Rebecca was so far above her and everyone else, then such a thing was not reasonable.

…

But what if Rebecca was not that far above her…?

…

'R-ridiculous…! Deshaun, Deborah, Sarah, Candice, Johnny, Jack, everyone liking my last photo on Instagram… It's obvious that I'm THE SHIT!' Rebecca reasserted all the validation she received recently.

…

Yet, now confronted by someone who was only normal at best, Rebecca felt an intense ache in her heart.

…She needed more validation…

…Just a little more…

…Just enough until she never felt any doubts about herself…

"But, you know, I got a problem with my Onlyfans!" Stella went on.

"Really? What problem?"

"A sponsor sent me this sex toy that I tried for a video. A big black dildo. I was only going to use it for a few minutes and then post it, but I got carried and rode it for, like, two hours or something! I missed three days of filming because my legs were DONE! I got it in my locker if you wanna check it out."

"Oh, wow… How sad. And I don't, thanks." Rebecca felt good about herself; She got SLAMMED by Deshaun every night and was still good to work out. "But what's the big problem?"

"Well, I think I'm kind of an interracial size queen now, so I'm only willing to film a sex tape if I get to do it with a BBC, right?"

"A BBC…?"

"Yes. Like your adoptive son, Deshaun!" Stella brought Rebecca in with an arm over her shoulders, turning her to stare at Deshaun along with her; He had moved to the other side of the gym to use another machine. "He's got exactly what I need… A ton of muscles and a HUGE dick hidden in those shorts. Wouldn't it be nice if I got him to be my first on-video fuck? Hm?" Stella grinned.

'Ah… I get it now… She wants to steal Deshaun from me out of envy.' Rebecca chuckled. "I don't know if he's gonna want you, though…"

"Oh, no? You don't think I'm hot enough for him?"

"He's got hotter women around." Rebecca stared straight into Stella's eyes with the most malicious smirk she had.

"What, he's got a girlfriend or something?"

"Huh…?"

"I don't care if he's dating anyone, I just wanna fuck."

"No, I… Huh?" Rebecca was stunned.

Stella did not even CONSIDER that Rebecca was alluding to being Deshaun's sexual partner?

Why not?

Why not?

Why not?

Was Rebecca not the most OBVIOUS choice of woman for Deshaun?

Deshaun was the top of the crop in terms of males, even among black men, who were already far superior to white men.

Therefore, who was more perfect for him than the perfect woman: Rebecca?

"Plus, if you think about it, he's probably gotta be tired of hanging around an older woman like you all the time. Wouldn't it be nice if he had more time with young ones, like me?"

"I… Uh… Uhm…" Rebecca stuttered like a weakling; Failure; Timid uggo.

"Ah, but I get that you're worried… If he falls too in love with me, he might not come back to you. That's gotta be rough… Black guys like him think with their dicks, don't they? My ass is pretty tight and horny, so he might not have too much time to film dumb Insta videos with you. I'll be taking all his free time …"

…

"Ass…?"

"Yeah. Didn't you watch the video I put out the other day? I'm off the pill. That stuff messes with your hormones. Don't care anyway, I've always been an anal girl."

"Off the pill… Huh…? That's scary…"

"Scary?"

"What if you got pregnant…? That would hurt your fitness career a lot…"

"Pfft. I ain't risking that shit. A full year without videos? I'd lose everything! I do ass only."

"Yeah…"

"Huh?" Stella stopped talking, focused on Rebecca's face. "Why are you looking at me that way? Are you having a stroke…? You're drooling…"

"Sounds like a good deal… I'll fuck you…"

"Heh? Fuck me? No, I'm not bisexual..."

"Nevermind that... It has to be now… In the locker room… Okay?"

"H-hm…? But I wanted to film it. I'll just set up a time and place with him. Also, why are you talking that way…? Are you even looking me in the face? Your eyes are weird… Hello?" She waved a hand in front of Rebecca's face; Her eyes did not follow it.

"Do it once in the locker room… Just to build chemistry... I'll talk to him for you…"

"Hm? You'll help me…?"

"Of course… I'm gonna love it… It'll feel so good… Just one second… Wait here…"

"Feel good? Y-you wanna watch? I didn't know you were into-"

"Shut up." Rebecca backed away from their side hug and walked toward Deshaun.

The walk to the massive black man was weird.

Everything felt so, so light.

Rebecca was scared that she would start floating into space at any moment.

Thankfully, the gym had a ceiling, so she was safe there.

For whatever reason, she was intently aware of her breathing and heartbeat.

"Deshaun…"

"Yeah? Are you done talking with that- Woah, are you okay? What's with your face-"

"I need you to do something for me…"

"What…?"

"See that girl…?" Rebecca pointed to Stella, who waved back with a confident smile.

"What about her?"

"Breed her."

'Hah … Hah … Hah … Hahahahah … Hahahahah ...' Rebecca smothered her laughter with both hands on her mouth.

Right now, she was naked inside one of the individual shower boxes of the locker room, sitting on the floor to listen in on the neighboring shower…

"Ooh ! Hooh ! Ungh ! Mngh ! Nghoh ! Mnghuh ! Ungh !" …Where Stella was getting VIOLENTLY bred in real time as if she were nothing more than worthless cattle.

Her groans were music to Rebecca's ears.

The young woman who had insulted and demeaned her was throwing away her career just to…

…

Just to…

…

'Just to get knocked up by me… !!!!!' Rebecca came and came and came with the thought.

Rebbeca's inability to stop giggling, crying, and cumming was a sign of some sort of imbalance.

…Is what most people would have thought in her place.

She, however, knew that she was built different.

Special.

Incredible.

Amazing.

Phenomenal.

Stupendous.

Indescribably magnificent.

Therefore, there was no imbalance; Rebecca was just taking full ownership of her existence as a spectacular woman.

How else to explain that a hung hunk like Deshaun was breeding a woman who did not desire it solely because Rebecca ordered him to?

"Nghhh ! Cumming, cumming, cummiiiiing ! Ooooooh ! Nghoooooh !" Despite Stella's confident trash talk, she could barely withstand Deshaun's inhumane pummeling; The wet collisions of his hips striking her caused echoes all over the locker room.

What position was he breeding her in? 'Standing sex from behind…! I hope so…! That's how I would do it… ! Aaaaah, she's throwing it all away just to have sex with me…! She's going to get knocked up even though she didn't want it…! That's what you get for thinking you're better than me, you muscleheaded skank…! Hah … Cumming again… ! This is amazing… !'

Rebecca was high on the power she felt. The fact that she was stuffing the woman she hated with several black babies made her very, very happy.

It was not just that, though…

"Come on! Can't you hold up better?! Squeeze more! Moan more! Try saying something, you stupid bimbo!"

"Yeeeees ! Ooooooh ! I'm tryiiiing ! I gaaaan't !!! Nghooooooh ! Cumming, cumming ! You're being too rough… ! Mnghooooooooh !"

…Deshaun was fucking her rougher than usual, as per Rebecca's request.

…

REBECCA was fucking her rougher than usual.

Deshaun was the one whose body was attached to the massive penis, yes…

…But it was truly Rebecca who was planting cum in Stella.

"Are you about to… ?! Ooooh, Gooood… ! It's too muuuch ! I've never been fucked in my womb ! Oooooooh ! It's so hooooot ! Uuuuuuuungh ! It hurts ! But it feels good ! Nghoooooooh !"

…It was Rebecca who was making Stella cum her brains out…

"NGHH ! Shtop ! Oooh ! Don't- Mngh ! Slap so- Hoooh ! Haaaard ! UNGH !"

…It was Rebecca who was smacking Stella stupid…

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"NGHOOOOOOOOH !"

It was all Rebecca.

The world revolved around her.

Stella would be relegated to the role of mother because Rebecca chose to breed her with her big black cock.

…

Rebecca was young once.

Then, she became a mother of two children: Candice and Johnny.

One was a stupid, racist bimbo…

…The other was a gross, incestuous cuckold.

Lastly, her husband got fat and gave her no sexual satisfaction.

…

What had Rebecca given her youth away for?

…

'Why am I thinking about this now…?'

…

'Whatever… If you think about it, I'm being a good person. Stella would probably marry some herbivore who sucks in bed and have a bunch of weak white kids. Because of me, she gets to be a mother to a bunch of black children early on… That's right, after she gives birth, I'll have her get bred again and again… I'm saving her from a miserable life as a bored trophy wife… I'm so kind…'

…

'I could save so many women! So, so many…! By breeding them with my big black dick…! Plant my seed all over…! Like a hero…! It's a higher calling…! I could save so many white women from the miserable, purposeless life that they're bound to find themselves in…! I can do it because I'm that special…! How many white women have no idea what they're missing out on?! Fuck white men…! I need to get my black cock into every white hole I can…! It's my calling…! That's why I was born so great…!'

Rebecca had always had a higher purpose.

That was why she had Deshaun ignore Stella's anal desires and 'rape' her pussy.

That was why she had Deshaun fuck Deborah and Sarah; It was merely a matter of preparing them for the breeding to come.

That was why Rebecca had put so much emphasis on her social media over time; She was gathering followers to have a positive influence in the world!

And that positive influence was…

'…Breed black…'

That had ALWAYS been why she did EVERYTHING she did.

'Hah… Hahahahah… Nghhh … Hahahahahah… I can knock up anyone *I* want … I can do whatever *I* want … Everyone loves *me* so much … *I* have a HUGE black cock attached to another person's body…'

While Rebecca delighted herself in her undisputed grandiosity, the breeding action continued in the neighboring shower…

"Nghoooooh ! Oooooh, God… ! You're still shooting… ! MNGH ! Don't slap my ass so hard… ! Uuuuungh ! I'm getting… ! Pregnant… ! And it feels too good… ! Ooooooooh !"

…

Why was Rebecca giving all that joy away to a woman she hated?

Stella was clearly loving it.

Perhaps, instead, Rebecca could get bred black.

…And then, she would raise a beautiful family of strong black children-

'AND BE A MOTHER AGAIN?!' Rebecca's head shot up so sharply that it almost hit the wall behind her. 'What THE FUCK am I thinking about?! H-Hah … I think… I'm getting a little carried away… H-hahahah … Getting pregnant again…? Raising more kids? N-no way, I'm done with that part… Being a mother got me a stupid, racist bimbo, and a gross, cuckold son… I don't want motherhood again… I refuse to raise another baby…!'

"Oooooooh… ! This feeling.. ! It's happening right now… ! I'm getting pregnant right noooow… ! Nghooooooooooooooh !!!!!" Stella continued to wail amidst wet clapping – the result of Deshaun SINKING his muscular lower body against her toned rear.

'H-hah… I need to shove something inside me…!' Rebecca got up and peeked out of her shower to see if there was anyone else in the locker room.

It was early morning, so most of the gym was empty.

During that lucky moment, she disregarded the pussy juices and drool leaking down her nude lower body and rushed over to Stella's locker to acquire a specific object: Her big black dildo.

It was massive; Even so, Deshaun's was slightly longer and thicker. 'And Deshaun has the veins, heat, and balls…! But this will be enough for now!" She rushed back to her shower box before someone caught her, rested her back against the wall to continue listening to the hardcore breeding session taking, and…

"MNGHHH !" …SAT HARD on the massive toy, painfully breaking into her own womb; Its back was promptly pushed deeper against her body, causing an indecent protrusion on her faint abs.

And then…

"Nghh… ! Mnghh… ! Ungh… ! Ghnn… ! Oooh… ! Hooh… !" …Rebecca rode the toy like it was Deshaun.

Meanwhile, the sexual massacre continued in the neighboring shower. "Ooooh ! Hoooh ! It's too much cum… ! You're making it swirl too much…! NGHH ! UNGH ! Hoooooh ! Fuck ! I can't take it anymore… ! I need a rest… ! Hoooooh !"

"Ungh… ! Nghh… ! Oooh… !"

It did not take long for Rebecca's mind to wander again, instigated by the high that came with battering her own pussy with the enormous toy. 'I'm breeding her black with my BBC…! While breeding myself black with her BBC toy…! It's another thing I'm claiming for myself…! Everything is mine…! Oooooooh… !'

Soon, the wailing in the neighboring shower intensified.

"Ooooh ! Again… ! I'm feeling it pulsate… ! I'm not on birth controool ! Pleeeease ! You're going to knock me uuup ! Nghoooooh ! Hooooooh ! Nghuuuuuuh !"

"It's going to be in your pussy or nowhere!" *SMACK* "Choose, bitch!"

"Ooooooh, fuuuuuck… ! Then… ! Then… ! Do it in my pussy… ! Knock me up… ! I'll throw it all away… ! Just cum inside me, pleeeease… !"

"Then make sure…! To squeeze harder…! You dumb white bitch…!" *SMACK* "Get all my nut out…! Make it a big batch…!"

"Yes, yes, yeeeees ! Give me a lot of them at once… ! Nghooooooh ! It feels so good ! So good ! Ghuuuummiiiiiing ! NGHOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" Alas, the second cumshot broke Stella's reluctance, now demanding to be bred black.

She seemed to be having the best time of her life.

…

…Rebecca felt envious of the bliss she was feeling…

So, for just a moment, she pretended that SHE was the one getting bred by Deshaun.

"MNGH ! UNGH ! OOH ! HOOH !" That brief moment of fantasy made her hip motions explode in aggressiveness, bouncing her fat ass so hard against the floor that it helped her shoot back up to then descend increasingly harder and faster.

"MGHHM ! NGHHMM ! UNGHMM !" Rebecca quickly brought both hands back to her mouth to suppress her frenzied howls.

"GHNNM ! UNGHMM ! NGHMM !" At no moment, however, did she stop sinking her hips like a maniac.

"UNGHMM ! NGHHM ! MNGHMM !" Somehow, she managed to have a hardcore convulsion while continuously squatting up and down, painfully bulging her stomach and punching the back of her uterus in the process.

…Her frenzy was moved by one fantasy alone…

'I'M BEING KNOCKED UP ! I'M BEING BRED BLACK ! I'LL HAVE A BLACK BABY ! HE'S MAKING ME A MOTHER AGAIN ! TO STRONG KIDS THIS TIME ! OOOOOOH !!!'

Rebecca continued to slam up and down for a long, long, long while, cumming and cumming as she heard Deshaun ensure Stella's pregnancy with load after load of thick, slimy semen.

….

Eventually, her hips stopped moving. There was no strength left in her body. The floor had become one big mess of female juices, along with her skin being coated in sweat from head to toe. The shower box smelled of sex, despite her being alone; Such was the result of squirting so many times.

Rebecca came so, so much. Her unstimulated nipples burned with desire to be mauled. If she could, she would walk up to Deshaun and order him to ruthlessly abuse her tits.

…

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! TUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

'Stop beating…! Stop beating…!' After finally winding down – even if only a little – Rebecca felt like she would have a heart attack.

Something might have been off.

Her sanity was slipping.

…

…Was it…?

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! TUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

…Rebecca was so, so perfect…

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! TUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

…How could a perfect person's sanity slip…?

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! TUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

'I'm completely fine.' Rebecca reasonably concluded. 'I just need a second to calm down… Hah …'

The sex in the neighboring shower had already stopped. Deshaun was looking for her and sending texts, but she ignored him.

Rebecca was not done yet.

She wanted more.

…

More what?

…

'I don't know…'

…

'A-ah… I know… I'll take a selfie…!' Getting some likes on Instagram and promoting positivity always got her out of ruts.

She took her phone and aimed it at her face.

…

Would that not be too soft of a photo?

'I can go harder…'

She lowered it to her bare chest.

…

Would that not be too soft of a photo?

'I can go harder…'

She lowered it to her BBC dildo-stuffed pussy.

…

…

…

'H-hah… What am I… Thinking here…?' Rebecca caught herself right as was about to jump off the edge.

She almost made a huge, huge mistake that she would never be able to go back from.

The mistake would not have been that such a photo would get her banned from Instagram. That would be bad, but not the main issue.

Instead, the mistake would have been…

'…That I might have loved it too much to be able to come back from…'

…

'Why… Do I feel like I'm on the edge of a precipice…?'

She had trouble understanding her own feelings, which was very unusual for Rebecca, who had always been very self-aware of what made her tick.

…

'Wait… But even if I stepped off the edge… What would be the problem?'

She felt so light that she could easily float.

Rebecca claimed Stella.