Tyson (Epilogue)

Carrie grunted as her husband fucked her, her belly already swollen with her fifth child. The bed creaked unsteadily as the old fuck pounded his prized fuckdoll into oblivion.

"Oh Tyrell ... oh fuck, oh fuck," Carrie whined, squirting her juices onto his ancient cock before he plunged it back into her.

The past decade had been something. She'd had to suffer through watching Cassie marry the prized bull she had picked out herself. And she married a 60 year old black man who'd spent his lifetime plowing black pussy. And it'd worked out ... okay. Sure, it was old to have four children by the grandfather and one by the grandson. It was odder still that her sister was also her stepgranddaughter. And it didn't help that Cassie called Carrie 'Granny' constantly. And had her babysit her half-dozen spawn with Tyson constantly.

But as she hit her prime, life could be worse. She still saw Alicia regularly. Tyrell was always ready for white pussy. She missed her friends. She missed you. But not every path has a truly happy ending, she thought to herself as Tyrell worked to please her sodden, needy pussy. But this one was happy enough, as she wrapped her arms and legs around her frisky old bull.