Bada Boom (Updated)

Fair warning, this story is intended as humor and will be stereotyping a certain pasta-eating nationality very, very heavily. No offense intended, but I stand by my work.

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A lot of people said that Alessandro Colombo was too young to start his own restaurant. Only twenty-two years old, still living at home with his mother and twin younger sisters, a lot of people said he wasn't ready. But point of the fact, his family situation is exactly why he needs this restaurant to work.

Ever since his papa passed away, Alessandro has been the man of the house, providing for his family, and there's quite a lot that needs providing. His mother, forty-two years old and, if Alessandro's being frank, quite the milf, has been able to bring herself to go out and work since papa died. Both of his sisters, eighteen last month, have college tuition coming up, and his sweet, sweet girlfriend Angelina just moved in with them after she lost her job last week. He cannot let them down.

And so, Alessandro must make his dream of owning a restaurant a reality. Ever since his papa came over to this country, he had wanted to start a restaurant, and Alessandro inherited the dream. And tonight is the opening night of Colombo's Finest.

Alessandro really never dreamt of it going this well. Not on opening night. But with he and his mother cooking, his sister waiting tables, and Angelina managing the register and seating, they earned nearly ten thousand dollars in profit tonight alone. If they could manage even a fifth of this on regular nights, they'll be set for sure.

But now it's late, Alessandro's family has already gone home, and he's about to lock up and leave. He stayed behind to clean up, knowing the others were tired and ready to sleep. But just as he's finished wiping down the counter, the door swings open. Weary as he is, Alessandro perks up and acts lively. He'll need to give these would-be customers a good impression of the place to make sure they come back when the restaurant is open.

"Ah! My'ah guests! I am afraid we are ah'closed right ah'now. But if you will'ah come back tomorrow'ah, I assure'ah you..." He looks up and sees three tall women in trench coats walking through the door with sinister looks on their faces.

"We're not interested in'ah Pizza." One of them says in a low voice. "I am Dona Lorenza, and we're here to sell you some insurances."

The Dona is a tall woman, even by futa standards, towering nearly three inches above her two companions, who are themselves over six feet tall. She's got raven dark hair, a swarthy, Mediterranean complexion, a busty hourglass figure, and a long bulge under her coat that Alessandro hopes is just a gun.

Alessandro's throat goes dry. These must be the Mafiosi he'd heard about. He hadn't thought they'd take any interest in him so soon.

"Uh, ma'am, D-Dona, I already bought insurance f-from the city against theft and fire and liability..." He stutters, trailing off.

"Ah, but did you buy insurance against Guida and Frannie here?"

The Dona's two toughs are rough looking, tattooed women. In tandem, they unbutton their trench coats and show Alessandro what they're packing. Two of the biggest cocks he's ever seen. Easily ten inches long and almost as girthy as his arms.

"So," the Dona continues, "you can either get your insurance from us, or Guida and Frannie here will ensure you sleep with da fishes."

"I can't afford to pay you anything. We just got started. There's no way I could-"

The Dona laughs. "We knows you did real well tonight. We got people for that. Now, you're gonna get use a thousand big ones per week, or your insurance runs out. Capische?

The Dona spreads her hands and smiles amiably. "Now, see. We're not an unreasonable bunch. We know you're all worked up right now, so we'll give you a little time to think it over. Weigh out your options. We'll be back tomorrow. Come on gals."

The Mafiosi tromp out the door, leaving Alessandro alone. He collapses behind the counter and huddles there, not sure what to do. He waits, he doesn't know for how long, before he finally manages to pick himself up and walk home.

When he gets home, he immediately knows something is wrong. The door's standing wide open. He rushes inside and the sight that meets him makes his knees grow weak.

His mother lies on the kitchen table, covered in sticky, white ichor. Her face is caked with it, her makeup ruined by what was obviously repeated, rough face fucking, and her pussy is overflowing with it. On her tits are written the words "Milf-a Mia"

Fearing the worst, Alessandro rushes into the living room and sees his twin sisters lying side by side on the couch. They're bent over the arm of the piece of furniture, hips touching, ass cheeks spread wide by tape. Both their pussies and their assholes are leaking with futa cum, and on their butt cheeks are written the words "Slut One" and "Slut Two."

Dreading what he will find, but needing to look nonetheless, Alessandro rushes into the master bedroom, where he instinctively knows she'll be. And there, on the bed, is his girlfriend Angelina. She's perfectly clean, not a speck of ichor anywhere on her. Except her pussy. Her sex is not only overflowing with the rich, creamy futa jizz, but also holds a turkey baster, which is still half full of a slightly more water looking white liquid. They'd used the baster to inject sperm into her womb, impregnating her for sure. On her stomach, in dark sharpie, reads the words "Next time, we breed the other three too."

"Angelina, Angelina!" Alessandro says, rushing up to his girlfriend. "Oh mio fidanzata, did they hurt you?"

"Alessandro?" She whispers, weakly, blearily, "Oh Alessandro, it was wonderful. They were wonderful. So powerful." Her voice slurs as she drifts off to sleep.

Alessandro checks on the rest of his family and confirms they were not hurt, and evidently very much enjoyed himself, then he goes to meet the Dona.

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"Dona." Alessandro says, eyes down, respectful, clutching the envelope in his hands. Frannie and Guida flank him on either side

"Ah," The beautiful futa looks up from the table where she's been counting money. "I see somebody changed your mind about our insurance plans, no?"

"Yes Dona." He holds out the envelope to the futa, who takes it and pulls out the money, counting it.

"We asked for a thousand. There's two thousand in here. Not that I am complaining, but why the extra money? We take our insurance very seriously in the family business. You don't need to pay more than we ask."

"The extra..." his voice trails off, then he steels his resolve, and says "The extra is for you to come back to my house next week, and do the exact same thing you did this week. Only this time...do it to me as well."

Ever since he saw the blissful, rapturous expression on his girlfriend's face, he couldn't stop thinking about how good that must have felt. At first, he'd simply planned to ask the Dona to send her goons for a repeat performance, but the longer he thought about it, the more he realized. He needed what they had gotten. It had been so long since he'd been truly as relax and happy as they had seemed. He knew it then. He wanted the big, powerful Futanari to rail him like he owed them money, even if he had to pay them to do it.

The Dona's beautiful lips spread wide in a smile. "I think we can come to an arrangement."

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*Twelve Months Later*

Alessandro, now going by the feminized form Alessandra, curls her bright red lips into a contented smile. Ever since she made her arrangement with the Dona, life has been good. The Mafia was more than willing to send some well endowed futas over once a week to blow off steam, and the Dona herself took care of Alessandra's first time. It was magical, mind-blowing, and released more pent-up stress than Alessandra knew she had in her.

Beyond that, the Dona decided Alessandra's offer of regular sex for any members of the Mafia was more than enough to cover her "insurance" and even went out of the way to make sure Angelina was well taken care through her pregnancy. Three months ago, she gave birth to a health nine pound baby futa, and the Dona turned out to make quite the doting Nonna.

She also reserves a table by the window at Colombo's Finest every Wednesday night, and Guida and Frannie make sure to personally tip both the twins. Very thoroughly. They're both expecting in about three months, and the wedding's on for June.

With patronage from the local Mafia, the restaurant is booming. Regular sex with whichever hung futa is hanging around keeps Alessandra relaxed and purring like a kitten, and Angelina's unlocked a dominant side Alessandra never knew she had.

So, as the restaurant closes after another successful night, Alessandra can't help but smile and whisper "We made papa, we made it."