Stay

Unable to revolt against the dominating beast in front of me, I slowly trudged to a single pink chair standing in front of my mom’s make-up mirror. Slumping down on the too-small chair, I glanced up, clearly avoiding my mother’s face, too invested in the horrific sight of her mighty bitchbreaker engulfed inside my girlfriend’s body, her stomach as loose as anticipated, hanging of on both sides, dangling towards the ground which it nearly touched, so taut was the skin which was filled with the most virile, potent and thick cum I had ever seen - In fact, the world had ever seen.

Despite not looking at her, I felt the intent gaze of this-this monster burn on my skin, her cunning hazel eyes piercing mine in an attempt to find fear, subordination or even arousal within my expression which was often changed whenever I rubbed my sweaty fingers along my forehead, creasing and massaging it to calm the aching headache.

But to be fair. All of these emotions were present. If not in my mimic, then in my mind.

Not to be classified and discarded as an utter beta, but the sight of the sexiest, most masculine being the world had to conjur, fucking the brains out of my slut of a girlfriend surely wasn’t too disgusting visually, even though it morally was.

Eventually, she became bored by looking at me, her disappointment of a son, not after shooting a glance at my erect dicklet, scoffing at the pathetically small bulge, if you could call the natural tent of a jeans a bulge.

Snapping her fingers to command Amber like an animal, my mother steadied herself on the edge of her bed, her long legs jutting out from her crotch towards me and the other wall, the titanic testes beneath my girlfriend’s massive bottom rumbling, swimmers of hyper sperm rushing along the surface, bulging out the taut sack before diving down again.

Amber flickered her eyes open, mindlessly gazing at the white wall past my mother's black scalp, not even satisfying my stupid last ray of hope by shedding me a moment of her attention.

Just as my mother harshly grabbed Amber's hips, the previously adorable, aspiring artist yelped, shrieking as she prepared for another constant orgasmic bliss, the woman who had birthed me and now killed me ordered:

“Go wait outside, kneel - like a dog - and patiently anticipate whenever I ring the bell. Then - and only then - are you sissy allowed to enter the Master bedroom.” I winced as I contemplated my possibilities, my mind already too broken to pull together any rational thoughts.