"No way Mom. This is all too weird and I need to see what the hell is going on."

"That's really unfortunate son. I was hoping to let you have other privileges instead, but if that's what you want I'm willing to make the trade. " your mother's face is stern and somewhat disappointed in you, and you can tell that she is considering how to deal with your insubordination. You cringe inwardly.

"Now don't give me any more attitude like that young man. We have some very important guests, and I want you to make a good first impression on them once we get in there you need to do exactly what Mommy says, or else I'm going to have to teach you how to follow instructions later."

Turning her back on you, Mom strides confidently to the door and pushes one side open. Walking briskly through, with you close in tow. You stop in the doorway stunned by what you find inside.

Several things immediately hit you. The first is the smell, and even though you're a nerd you recognize the dank smell of burning pot. The sound also hits you powerfully: loud rap, loud talking and laughing. As you believed, the voices included men's deep voices. From their cadence and dialect you know these sound like the kind of black toughs that bully you in school...

At a table next to the window, two huge black men in thuggish apparel are sprawled in opposing chairs. One of them holds a smoking, half burned blunt. His eyes are narrowed and a broad grin is plastered on his huge face, and even from this distance you can see the red in the sclera of his eyes. You also recognize him as your bully Jamal.

The Jamal who tackled you in a scrimmage on the first day of tryouts for football practice, freshman year. He'd ruined any chance you had with the team, and nearly put you in the hospital. You haven't played sports since that despite your mother's pleas and your sister's mockery.

In junior year you had a huge crush on the assistant teacher, a beautiful raven-haired 23 year old who you had no chance with. You'd left love notes for her, and would see how she observed. She never noticed you, so you stopped and tried not to be a creep. One night you stayed late for a robotics club meeting, when you saw her rushing down a hallway. You wondered what she could be doing at this late time, so you followed. You followed just in time to see her enter a special ed room. The door was locked, and all was silent.

You decided to wait to make sure she was safe. When she stumbled out more than an hour later, her hair and clothes were a mess and she wore a dumb smile on her face. And Jamal draped around her shoulder. They never saw you, but you never thought you'd live it down.

She eventually dropped off the map, and there were rumors that she'd gotten pregnant; according to the note vivid rumors, with an illigitimate black baby whose father she wouldn't name, which upset her conservative upbringing. And according to one wild story, that black baby was actually twins. You've never even approached another woman since then, because your confidence is completely shattered. You follow closer to your mother, which makes you feel safer, but also hastens your walk toward what feels like your personal torturer.

"Well look who it is, my second favorite cousin!" You immediately identify it as your cousin Emily. Fuck. Emily is not good news. Your cousin Emily is a champion gymnast, and you have seen her perform feats you could never imagine attempting. About 5'6", Emily is toned beyond description, but she avoided steroids and has maintained a sleek, feminine silhouette. Her breasts are small, and though you're no expert you'd say they are probably A's or B's.

Despite her sex appeal, as her cousin you also know that Emily is a Black belt, and could easily take you in a fight. Her sandy brown hair is in the same pixy cut as the last time you saw it. And she's in the summer exercise getup as always.

She is sitting on the table between Jamal and the other huge thug. As he took a long drag, Jamal passes the blunt to Emily. As she takes it from him, he exhales for a second, then inhales the smoke again. Finally he blows a smile ring, which draws a giggle from Emily that turns into a cough. She passes the blunt to the second black man as she hops of the table to playfully hit Jamal's broad chest.

You and your mother come to a halt about ten feet from the table, and it seems to you that the whole room is hazy with pot smoke. As you watch the blunt change hands, you suddenly realize who the second man is.

Daekwon, aka DK, was the biggest line backer at your school. You are tiny. Jamal is huge. Daekwon is gargantuan. He also has a reputation for ****, having beaten up many of the white gangster wannabes who roam your town. He is also known for his sensitive side, for which he is equally notorious. He is known for seducing beautiful but emotionally **** teens when they were experiencing other troubles. In this way he had seduced, fucked, and impregnated more than half a dozen white girls at your school.

God knows how many other girls he's knocked up on the other side of town where he's from. Over there they have a saying: "DK will fuck up your girl like BK will fuck up your meal. When you asked your black friend Terrence what that meant, he just replied: "well, you know, like all smashed and sloppy and shit!". And when you still didn't get it he just laughed.

DK sits like a human mountain, slumped back in the chair, his head lolled back and his eyes closed. He takes the blunt and hits it without reaching reacting in any way. You assume he it's so high he is comatose. Until though see the movement between his stomach and the edge of the table. As you edge closer you see the top of a head of long brown hair bobbing up and down in his lap.

You blink and realize that the bobbing head belongs to your Aunt Lucy. Your mother's 38-year-old younger sister looks very much like your mom. She is nowhere near as fit though, which may be what inspired her daughter Emily to become a fitness nut. Her curvy figure jiggles and her round, jello-like breast bounce as she sucks on DK's massive dick. As she shifts somewhat, you see a flash of a huge, veined, black cock.

The image is instantly burned in to your mind. Its at least 10 inches long, but probably as thick as a soda can. Thick blood vessels and tendons pop out of the skin along it, and his urethra bulges out of the bottom of his cock. It pulses in time to his heart beat and you can actually see the veins bulge with each pulse.

Lucy can barely accomodate the massive ebony organ she is attempting to service. Her lips ar stretched seemingly impossibly wide, as her cheeks hollow with suction on each up stroke. Beneath you can see heavy testicles hanging low in his leathery ballsack. Lucy hefts one of his testes in each hand, and looking at them overflowing in you aunts' palms you realize you could never hope to compete with this sex god. Your tiny, wimpy, pathetic grapes are no match for his mighty, fertile grapefruits.

Seemingly reading your mind, you feel your mothers arm appear around you. You try to look at her, but find her hand on your chin fixing you back to the action.

DK suddenly begins stirring, which in this case means moaning lowly. His left hand suddenly shoots to the top of Lucy's head, while his right brings the roach of the blunt to his lips. As he puffs several times, he humps his huge hips upward lightly; bouncing Lucy's whole body. But she holds on, even as his massive balls start to rise up in his sack. You watch as Lucy 's eyes go wide, and he pulls back his hips until just his giant cock head is in her mouth.

"JEEEZUS!" DK finally hisses as he unloads into your young aunt's mouth. You can see his huge balls contracting with each shot, and his garden-hose like urethra bulges as his reproductive fluid is transferred into her. Lucy is frantically swallowing, her cheeks bulging, then emptying. Thick pearly cum is running out if her mouth and down her face. After more than a dozen spurts of cum, DK's dick just vibrates in Lucy's mouth.

As you glance up, you now see Emily sitting on Jamal's lap, his left hand down her gym shorts and his right hand has pushed up her shirt almost to her neck, and he is hard at work tweaking her nipple. You can see his left wrist moving back and forth quickly in the front of her bicycle shorts, and a dark wet spot is starting to spread rapidly on the front. She sighs and makes direct eye contact with you. You can see her eyes flash with wicked playfulness. Emily points her finger at the ground in front of her, ordering you to kneel. She laughs as you hesitate.

Your gaze darts back to aunt lucy, who now has her mouth perched on the end of DK's cock and both hands lined up. Her fingers didn't come close to touching; the gap was st just an inch and a half. Her hands squeeze only from his twitching nuts to his fat swollen head, like emptying the dregs from a vast tube of toothpaste. With a contented moan she finally seems to decide he's totally emptied his nuts. Your sweet aunt Lucy slowly pulls back her head until her lips stretch around DK's cock head, then with a *pop* like a champagne bottle, she slips free.

Inside her gaping open mouth you inside, you can clearly see a pool of pearly, iridescent white inside, so much it is just barely sliding overflowing at the corners of her mouth. Her hazel eyes glow with a passion you've never seen before as your young aunt looks up from her hulking black lover to see you staring at her obscene performance. The tiniest vestiges of a smile show on her lips, and she winks at you. Without swallowing she then pouches out her lips in a kissy face, while leaning toward you like she's inviting you to kiss her. But her mouth is still full of that black gangbanger's sperm! Disgusting!

You feel your mother's breasts against your back and her arms around your shoulders. She gently massages for neck for a few seconds before whispering into your ear: "You see, Daekwon and Jamal here recently joined our.... organisation. Jamal also tells me he recently got kicked out over silly ol dope by that uptight bitch assistant principal. I say its our duty to help right society's wrongdoings against our Noble african masters.... in any way they ask of us"

You are shocked by your mother's language, but incredibly aroused. In all of your virgin life, you've never even kissed a girl. She smiles briskly and then makes eye contact with Jamal, her blue-green eyes flashing like the sea as they lock on his deep muddy irises and bloodshot sclera. You realize that something is passing between them then, your mother and your bully. In her eyes you see admiration, respect, awe, and worship. In her eyes is a reverence you have never seen a woman show a man. For 30 seconds, at least, Mom holds Jamal's steamy gaze while the young black thug busily fingers your athletic young cousin. They are finally interrupted by her orgasm, which causes her to arch her back and wail loudly as she squirts into her tight exercise leggings. In the last second, you feel real fear about how deep their relationship goes.

At length your beautiful, commanding mother returned her stormy eyes to you. Gone are the emotions you witnessed a second ago. You instantly recognize your mother's disciplinarian voice, and realize you did the wrong thing by refusing her demand to wear a blindfold. Once again you cringe inwardly and brave yourself for a scolding.

What she said somewhat shocked you. Standing so she is looking down her nose at you: "You see baby, it's not just one event. It's the constant **** through out the world. Us white people have wronged black people, and in a just world we can't let that stand. We all need to do our part to make things right. Your Mommy, aunt and your cousin are all enthusiastic supporters of giving back to the African American community. Both them and you are going to help to really help pay off white guilt. But your little outburst earlier showed a real stunning amount of white privilege. We're going to have to check that privilege before we can proceed."

Your mom pins your arm begin your back while the door swings open behind you. You hear footsteps, then your wicked sister Adriana suddenly appears in your vision. your older sister Adriana, who just celebrated her 20th Birthday a few weeks ago, and who is supposed to be at an out-of-state college. At nearly 5'7", her slightly curvy pale white body is a little taller than yourself. In heels she towered over you, and even in tennis shoes like she wears now she is noticeably taller. Her legs are supple and fit, and her exposed stomach is hard and flat due to her addiction to working out. She has high, firm breasts, which were just barely C cups due to her low body fat. She is wearing her blue tube top, and lower down her tight bike shorts that barely cover her plump, firm ass. Despite your close blood ties, you often find yourself admiring your Adriana's body. So entrancing is she that you almost don't notice the shining metal device she carries in her hands.

It looks like a tiny cage, like a thimble, constructed of tiny steel bars. It is connected to a steel ring by some sort of locking connector. The whole cage assembly can't be even two inches long. In your sexual naivete you have no idea what it is, evenas you'r mother whispers in your ear: "See baby, part of reparations means being **** to choose between things fully really care about. You traded one thing for another, which I bet is something you'll regret in just a second." Her words do nothing to set you at ease.

Giggling all the way, Adriana drops to her knees in front if you. She starts to unbuckle your unfashionable nerd pants. Making you struggle. But between Mom's hushed whispering, her firm hands, or the intimidating stares of everyone in the room but DK, you stay stock still while Adriana drops your pants and tightee whitees.

Seeing your underwear draws a snicker from everyone. Once they come down everyone is belting laughter. The intimidation has made your tiny white winky shrink into a shriveled little nub. You feel mom shaking behind you with laughter, and aunt Lucy nearly spills her mouthful.

Adriana suddenly grabs your small testicles, cupping and pulling them outward with her hand. Its the first time any woman had ever touched your genitals. The thought sends a thrill through you. She roughly stuffs them through the steel ring, then deftly packs your scared little wiener into the tight cage. She pushes the two halves together until they interlock.

Mom quickly steps around infront of you. She shoves a smal silver piece in the joint, then leans forward toward uou while grabbing her necklace. Your eyes go to her magnificent mammaries, but you realize what the key on her necklace is for! Shoving it in the lock and turning quickly, your mother locks the tiny chastity cage on your tiny white penis.

She straightens up with a satisfied smile. "Well now that that's out of the way, let's get back to the matter at hand...."