The Afghani's Son

Jenny's belly was huge, and she was on her back on the hospital bed, squeezing Ahmad's hand, confessing her undying love for the elderly maimed Afghani man as she pushed one last time, giving birth to her half-Arabic half-white son, who Ahmad promptly named Mohammad.

In the corner, Douglas watched, his cock stirring in his drawers at the intimate moment. Jenny's bright green eyes fixed on the corner, saying nothing as the doctor placed her new child into her arms. But after the doctor left, she raised the question on her mind.

"So how are you going to persuade us you'll be a good boy, Douglas?" she asked, the edge of her lip quirking.

Douglas opened his mouth, knowing what his answer finally was ...