… I Choose to Stay

The question hit me like a ton of bricks because I had avoided thinking about it since I woke up from my nap. This girl though was pushing all of my buttons, & just after her mother did the same. It made it so my first inclination was to bale, like I did every time things with a woman got soapy.

However, it was obvious to me that Ms. Elsa Jonssen & soon to be Ms. Barbara Jonssen were only looking after their own self-interest. I deeply understood that desire because it ran everything I did. Yet I was beginning to comprehend something a few of my rare friends had suggested to me before.

That helping others & encouraging them to help me, vastly increased my own self-interest beyond what I could generate. I never really thought about it before now, but that hardly bothered me. Memories were meant to be learned from, but the past was meant to stay in the past. At least, that was what my therapist, Mrs. Sayhoushi Vandal, always said.

It was surprisingly easy for me to see a future that I liked with them in it, I took that as a sign. I would always remember the looks on Mr. Chad Jonssen’s face of hopelessness & despair as I stole his white wife & daughters from him… seeing them every day would just remind me of that delicious feeling of superiority every day. I knew that because it was doing just that, right now.

Stories like to portray selfish people as evil. The reality was that they were just stupid people. Truly selfish people realize how to get people to do what they want all on the other’s own recognizance. The keys to breeding married women to worship me was twofold.

One, I could read the sexual frustration from a lack luster sex life with merely a glance, thereby filtering out those women who were truly in happy marriages. The second was that they think they are the ones seducing me.

By targeting supermodel M. I. L. F.s who were older than me, ensured that they always thought they were corrupting an innocence in me, that they desperately wanted to believe. Of course, there are tricks to that, but those three dictums are what I think are the keys, & I have yet to make a misstep.

A slow lecherous smile came to my lips & I forcefully claimed Elsa’s lips. She whimpered from being startled by my abrupt movement, & jostling her, but she submitted to my claim of her. There was little she could do to avoid me claiming her, and releasing my seed into her richly fertile womb. I idlily wondered if mother & daughter’s cycles were synchronized.

“Yes, you will bear my children and you will love the looks of disdain from the other girls in your school. They will wonder how their valedictorian role-model could allow herself to become just another pregnant teenager.” A shiver of delight ran through Elsa’s body as she imagined exactly that.

“Then I will pick you up at the end of school, & you will submit to me in front of all of them. The boys will whisper & wonder in awful dismay at how their crush could possibly allow a black man to claim you.”

An orgasm rippled through Elsa’s body from that comment alone. Her eyes fluttering in bliss as the world you just painted was made real to her. She relaxed all pretense of resisting after that point. Evidently hearing that I planned to stick around was all the reason she needed to give herself permission to enjoy it.

Surprisingly, it was the best sex of my life, & I had no initial clue as to why.