Chapter 2 : Karl

Your mother's expression quickly darkened to a slight scowl as she parted her full , pink lips to begin speaking.

" Looks like our guest is early , be a good boy and get the door for him please Jason. " Your mom relayed , her voice visible with discontent and frustration.

" Sure mom." You replied in tow, briskly moving away from the table and towards the front door.

Releasing the final locks from the door and swinging it open to meet your more than unwanted visitor , your ears were quickly assaulted by the blare of a car horn, jolting you full of adrenaline. Your eyes quickly locked on to the source of the noise , it was your uncle Lieu and aunt Betty waving at you from their antique red convertible , before speeding off and kicking up dust in your front lawn. The effort of which created a horridly asphyxiating brown vapor that seemed to ebb the air out of your now very much irritated nose and throat. You spent a few sordid seconds expelling dust from your lungs and eyes , before your rapidly returning **** senses made you acutely aware of a diminutive figure standing before you.

He stood about a foot shorter than you, his rotund face , with matching bloated, warty near toady features peppered by both red and brown pimples , pockmarks and splotches of dried skin , portly , overweight , nearing on obese frame and yellow , pallid light brown , chapped complexion gave an overall sickly and unhealthy impression. Which was further accentuated by his short greasy , unkempt black hair, whose thick bangs covered much of his forehead and began to invade the space in front of his beady black eyes , which stared up at you , granting a better picture of his puffy, full cheeks , protuberant nose and thin , chapped lips covered by a meagre aggregation of hair , one could at base call a moustache.

Furthermore , his attire did naught to sway the initial uncomely conviction you had resolved in your mind upon first inspection of his rather swollen, ungainly , bulbous form. Atop his upper torso , a plain white T shirt, about a size or two too small , sat straddled atop his flabby, round chest and bulging, hairy stomach, the first of which was dramatized by the stretched confines of the white cotton , whose deliberation to keep his flesh contained within , served to highlight , their fleshy , round , undesirable disk shaped outline , protruding against the fabric. The former , his hairy stomach , stood near unrestrained , the textile sat atop it instead , unable to reach over the wide berth of several inches from which it shot out from his dumpy , round paunchy physique. It was a swollen distended thing, almost pear shaped in its relative geometry , resembling a beer gut which you had witnessed on occasion when traversing through the less than near do well areas of city, such as bars and brothels , it was swabbed in a putrid mass of thin , sweaty black hair , as his every breath caused it to heave up and down , and bobble slightly. Beneath this he wore a pair of grey sweat pants, with red stripes running adjacent to the front, that served to shadow his undoubtedly equally as rotund , swollen , pallid legs.

You scowled in your mind , he had not spoke as yet m but his bedraggled appearance told you much of his character.

" Karl...right ? I'm Jason your cousin , the guy you'll most likely be bunking with. Welcome to my home." You said , trying your best to sound amicable and jovial as you outstretched your thick forearm for a classic handshake.

Much to your surprise however, Karl hadn't even bothered to return the gesture simply pushing past you and strolling into your home , shocking you in the process.

" I hope you guys made breakfast already , mother and father hadn't even bothered to let the staff stay on until this morning so they could cook me up something . So I'm very hungry." Karl stated very haughtily at that , addressing you in a manner akin to how one would speak to a servant, feigning an annoying degree of supposed elegance along with his tone.

Karl didn't even await a response from you, dropping the suitcase and bags he was carrying with him in the entrance of your home before sliding his way into your kitchen , you could swear it was if he expected you to move them for him. Having only interacted with him for a brief moment , you could feel in your heart it was undoubtedly due to be a long summer. You lowered your hand , grit your teeth and shut the front door before finding your way back to the kitchen as well.

Rounding the corner to enter the adobe once more , you saw that Karl had yet to introduce himself to your mother. Instead he just stood there in silence , a creepy contented grin twisted on his face , his eyes locked unto your mom's broad thick, baby making hips and fat, full round cheeks swaying pendulously from left to right as she shook them sensually to a tune she sung to herself ,while cooking up what you would later have for lunch, the blue fabric looking just about ready to burst and cause a sea of bubbly , juicy ass fat to spew outwards , with every swing she took. Seeing him hungrily eat up your mothers gigantic backside with his eyes , you felt even more disgusted and perturbed, quickly putting an end to his unexpected show by calling her attention.

" Hey mom Karl is here ." You called out , alerting your mother and once again earning a look of ire from him.

" Oh Jason you startled me ! Thanks for getting the door Son." Your mom chirruped , clearly flustered as she quickly spun around to meet you and the guest, before returning to her usual cold apathetic demeanor. This sudden motion causing her massive, full, plump , watermelons , to wobble and flop about vigorously , resulting in even more swells of supple tit flesh burgeoning out of her tight T's crowded neckline , once again quivering obscenely with fat , quickly earning Karl's attention.

" So you must be Lieu's boy, I'm your aunt Victoria, and I'll be looking after you for the rest of this year. A pleasure." Your mother uttered out as if she were engaging with a business delegate or employee.

Karl seemed mesmerized , refusing even a response to reality in his trance , simple standing there for a few awkward moments ,eyes still transfixed on your mother's supple round , fattened , beckoning udders. From the tit height and rather uncomfortably close distance where he stood to your mother , if her engorged breasts were any fatter , fuller or bigger , they'd probably bury his head whole in their soft, heavenly folds, something your sure he'd probably enjoy, you bet he wishes one of those fat tits would pop free and land right in his mouth for him to maul and suckle with his teeth, the creator only knows it's what your shit faced friends have fantasized about. A few more seconds of awkward silence permeated the air in the room , before it was broken by the sound of your mom speaking again.

" Young man I'm well aware that you can hear me. And even if your not much of a socialite , the least you can do is show some common courtesy and respect for the woman whose house you will be staying in." Your mom said in a manner similar to before , features becoming pained as she tried to hide her growing frustration and annoyance.

" Whatever tramp. I'm hungry. What's for breakfast?" Karl blurted out rather aggressively , after a few extra seconds of deliberation.

Your mother stood in shock as she clasped her hands around her mouth,. You quickly spun your head around to look at Karl , a look of anger drawing itself on your face. No one had ever talked to your mother like that , you were just about ready to see him thrown out the door , but before you could your mother began to reprimand him.

" Mr. Karl Reyes , where are your manners ! Didn't your father ever teach never to refer to women in such a way." Your mother admonished, her face contorted into a fowl , angered scowl , you had the misfortune of bringing about on rare occasion.

" What do you mean tramp ? It's the word my dad uses when he fucks those half naked women in black , he has over at the house when mom's away. "

" Besides mom does the same thing they do to dad, to those two big black dudes she has over when he is away. To me tramp seems to be the most appropriate word for any woman." Karl machined out nonchalantly in rapid succession , a self assured smile creeping unto his protuberant features.

Both you and your mother stood erect in shock , incapable of forming a quick response to Karl's rather personal display and twisted thought process. For a few seconds longer you both stood in silent bewilderment , before your mother once again broke the uneasy air.

" Well it's a very derogatory word , and no woman should be called that , even the ones you say your father had dealings with and especially not me or your mother. "

She retorted , an admonishing fire in her voice , working her slender arms dexterously placing one hand squarely on her thick hips and outstretching the other to point a reprimanding index finger in karl's face. As she did so she arched her torso slightly forward to bring her face closer to his, causing her swollen , salacious , soft , filled to the brim with delectable , fat obscene tits to bob lightly up and down , before hanging immodestly at the behest of gravity off her tilted chest like heavy over ripe fruits , granting your cousin an even more perverse view of the deep valleys of her bulging cleavage.

" Yeah right ! In my experience women are shallow . All they care about is how big the guys dick is or if his bank account is fat enough to support them and their life style. In both your cases its was the latter for my mom and probably the later for you , given how much of a pent up bitch your being right now."

" I mean just look at history, women have contributed just about nothing, their only use being satisfying our carnal pleasures and siring and raising our young like with me and this big oaf you call a son."

Karl rebutted your mother's earlier statement , condescendingly at that too as if he were speaking to lesser beings , it was clear from the smug grin on his face that he believed every word he spewed from his perverse mind. For the third time in the span of an hour the air was settled by a tense , awkward foreboding displeasure, as both you and Victoria stood in shock at Karl's regressive view of women. It almost sounded like garbage you'd hear on some far out , warped porno or shit you'd hear from some 30 year old virgin living in his mom's basement on the darkest corners and forums of the internet. By all intents and purposes , it was baffling , and incredibly disrespectful. Having shown your mother rather contemptable behavior, and now insulted you, you wanted nothing more than to grab him by his pig like neck and throw him out the door he came. Yet just as before your mother sprung into action before you, this tome however she seemed to have regained her composure , and looked at him with a look you had scarcely seen before , and ire that sent shiver down your spine , a cold fire of indignation , disgust and contempt.

" Mr. Reyes I don't know where you got such a sick twisted view of women from , but I am sure even a pig like you should know better than to make such gross scathing generalizations ! Women have done so much for this society , and are not just here to get men off and have their babies." Your mother fired back at Karl's earlier retort, her tone furious but at the same time filled with a silent determination to wash this boy's mind clean of his unclean thoughts regarding the opposite gender.

For the first time since his arrival Karl's eyes weren't hooked unto your mother's huge tits or fat ass, instead they found themselves interlocked with hers as they both sized each other up and gathered arguments in their mind for their more than heated debate. The tension was so thick you could cut it , as you waited with bated breath for one or the other to break the palpable atmosphere with another retort, luckily for you , you wouldn't have to wait long. Karl let out a small' hmmm' before cracking a sly smile at your flabbergasted mother.

" Well if women's' greedy cunts weren't meant to suck up men's fat loads and give them a litter , why'd evolution give you fat cow udders like these?" Karl cackled out triumphantly , a disgusting , warped grin spreading across his face as he roughly and suddenly latched both his grubby , meaty , brown hands unto the apex your moms huge , soft , over full ,swollen mammaries , pushing harshly against their ripe , plump , humongous berth , down unto her chest , before yanking and stretching them to their full frame back outwards towards his slobbish , fat , rotund , putrid salivating lips , in a repetitive feral almost animalistic tirade against their supple white flesh.

You felt robbed of your ability to move and act , your senses numbed by paralytic shock, as you slowly became a prisoner trapped in your own body, a horrified witness to the untamed mauling of your mother's gigantic , soft , over ripe , ready to burst orbs of tantalizing flesh. His fat , grubby hands pushed harshly against the humongous tide of flesh , displacing their salacious , rich volume against its efforts ,as hi meaty digits coiled tightly unto as much meat as their greedy little members could muster and contain. The combined sinfully perverse endeavor of which, caused huge pockets of fat, covered by her black T , to ooze and distend between his hungry, base barbarous fingers , and whose **** sent much of the remainder of her tender , white ample sea of cleavage naught trapped between his lascivious digits, toiling smothered and spilling off to the sides of her upper torso with great heft , and exertion , like huge rounded orbs, no more like cakes or disks of fat , straining her already over stuffed top to the brim with delectable flesh , and eliciting an even higher mountain of cleavage peaking from above her dangerously low cut top along with the beginnings of the frilly , red bra she wore beneath.

Despite the generous handful of delectable , full , pressed , soft but firm tit flesh he now entertained in his greasy maws, and the sickeningly perverse , wicked grin the crept upon his paunchy face , Karl seemed unsatisfied with simply groping your mothers tender , fattened engorged orbs of flesh and distending them to his twisted pleasure , as he began his next set of carnal movements. In one brief , sudden moment , he instantly released to **** with which he had smattered them against her own chest for a minute set of time , causing them to return tp their usual , highly obscene, large , rotund form , bobbling and rippling indecently with thick swells and waves of meat as they did. Before like a blacksmith working with metal, he yanked them forward with all his might , consequently gripping down even harder against the large volume interlocked forcefully with his palm , eliciting and even greater degree of flesh bubbling and bursting out between his fattened claws, distorting them to a cartoonish elongated shape, sending even more tides of fat burgeoning from the confines of her now over crowded neckline. He continued these two previous motions for what felt like a small eternity , moving with the ferocity of a beast, but with the dexterity , you come to only expect from a man, as he barbarously first worked her large , fat , hefty left tit before instantly shifting his attention to her right as he completed his cycle of perverse , lustful animalistic motions with the former.

He was clearly entranced at this point , a man driven by his baser desires , failing to even register your presence anymore in the room, not that it mattered much both you and your mother were frozen in shock , her face stiff and contorted in bewilderment. As if his relentless barbarism against your mothers. supple , round , filled , fattened tit flesh weren't enough , in your emotionally poisoned inebriation , you had taken notice of mar more disturbing happenstances taking place below his large portruding gut. It fell short of what any normal person would define as an erect penis , more like a large slab of hardened, throbbing , convulsing meat, easily approaching nearly a foot in length , and only further increasing in girth , as you worked your way up it's view , to its enlarged , swollen , rounded , drooling mushroom head. The thing tented his sweat pants to the high heavens , pulling closer unto his portly frame and lifting it off his ankles, the apex of which stood stained with a lubricous volume of what you can only assume was precum , its lubricating properties of which , he used to great effect to grind profusely up and down , your mother's thick ,shapely , plump upper thigh, at it's height threatening her tender honeypot which lay just beside it.

At some point your mother's fat , large , milkable cow udders , had broken free from out of her cotton restraints and now sat only clothed by her lacy red bra. Leaving huge swathes of mountainous , rippling , indecently bubbling tit flesh for Karl to enjoy , the even warmer feeling granted by one less skin of protection exciting him even further , as evidenced by him increasing the pace at which he grinded against her plush thighs. It was at here that you experienced your first emotion since the beginning of your catatonic constipation of inaction, fear , as you watched the already thin straps of your mother's bring cling tightly down and distort her tender , flawless porcelain , shoulder flesh , at the behest of the humongous weight and heft of her fat tits. You feared that like the shirt , should your mother's bra give way , there would be nothing, left to protect her skin from rubbing directly in contact with that grubby little bastards hand , and worse her sensitive , thick , large , dusky pink nipples that lay beneath, this filled you with a rage which nearly sent you into action , but this was quickly interrupted by Karl's sudden change in motion.

You watched as karl released your mother's mauled , sore , reddened , swollen globes from his grip for a brief second before returning the same tight coil to it's under side instead, greedily beginning to fondle your mother's full round , fat overflowing busom, the motion sending an obscene amount of her porcelain tit flesh spilling out of the confines of her lacy red bra like her shirt before , practically half her breasts spilt out of her top at this point. Your heart exploded with rage , when you saw his long grubby digits sink into to the underside her massive, supple , jutting melons , causing her flesh to ooze and distort in between his webbing , and off the sides of his palms, as he grasped ferally up unto them , their obscene weight causing noticeable strain to his thick hairy arms. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest , as your blood boiled over and raged filled your mind , Karl had released his iron grasp and was now using his entire might against their massive volume and weight to gently heave them up and down in his overhwelmed palms , causing them to flop lightly downwards with an indecent muffled meaty smack, once again sending her exposed mountains of skin quivering and wobbling with fat lewdly, her tired bra looking exhausted and just about ready to give out and send her plump , heavy over ripe melons recoiling in the air and landing in their bare supple , erotic form right into his hungry salivating maw. You could tell he struggled to keep up the effort , but his face made it quite obvious that he didn't care and was elated with euphoric pleasure.

" Huh.......ohhhh..... These fat fucking cow udders really are heavy ! You sure they aren't filled with milk ? They probably will after you get knocked up by some black dude while your kid was away like my mom." Karl chided derogatorily, obviously strained from the effort he continued to exert while he fondled your mother's obscenely huge breasts, renewing the effort with even more vigor getting more and more into it , sending your mother's gigantic fun bags heaving even higher and distorting and spilling more prominently against the **** of his sweaty hands .

You were just about ready to lose your mind in a rage induced frenzy now and beat the sick pervert into a bloody pulp for violating your mom, however once again she beat you to the punch.

PASSSSSSSSS

Again the dreaded silence and your frothing rage were broken by the violent sound of flesh meeting flesh. Your eyes were entranced, seeing yet another scene unfold between your mom and Karl, yet this time he was on the receiving end of the ****. He had released your mom's over ripe , ready to burst melons from his hands , which had fallen limply to his sides , his head and neck turned off to the side away from your mom , as a distinct reddened hand impression began to become more noticeable across his cheek. Victoria on the other hand was like a bear in attack mode , staring daggers at Karl , her face contorted in rage, her pouty , pink lips parted bearing her gritted pearly whites. She stood erect this time, one hand held tightly across the width of her large , fat swollen tits , indecently mashing and distorting their shape into what sort of looked like a bean, as huge pockets of fat spilled over and under her slender forearms, at this moment her large breasts really looked like they were about to burst free of her brassiere. The other hand was held directly adjacent to Karl's twisted head , her back hand held opposite of his cheek in an open palm formation , as if ready to deliver another fatal blow.

" Listen here boy ! I have taken you into my home out of the kindness of my heart and the love for my husband ! But if you ever try something like that again I'll have Jason toss you out and call the police ! Do I make myself clear !" Your mother roared between her teeth , her tone overflowing with venomous fury as she chastised Karl for his perverted behavior and disrespectful words almost akin to the manner in which an angry mother would berate her fool child for doing something incredibly wrong.

Your mother grew impatient , as she awaited a response from the still stunned Karl , snapping just a few seconds after her admonishment of him before delivering another heavy handed slap on the same cheek, causing his eyes to shoot even wider open in surprise.

" When some one older than you speaks to you they expect an answer boy ! Now I'll ask again ! Do I make myself clear ! ? " Your mom yelled out once more , gearing up to inflict another dose of punishment should Karl continue to ignore her reprimands.

" Yes........" He responded weakly , before trailing off , he had turned his head to face your mom before quickly dropping his gaze down to his feet.

" Yes what, young man !? And say it let me hear you !" Your mother growled out expectantly , her anger slowly diminishing with your cousin's compliance.

" Yes mam ! " Karl relented in defeat , clutching his arms and visibly beginning to shake at his loss.

" Good . Now I'll forget this little altercation only because I owe your father. But the next time you think of laying a hand on me or my son you will regret it " Your mom barked out , returning to her usual icy cold indignation , and flashing you both an authoritarian glare as she released her constrictive grip from her humongous milk tanks causing them to flop and wobble down indecently back into their natural seductive droop , and place them back into her black top which had fallen unto her thick , large child bearing hips, which continued to assail the stretched fabric to its bursting limit.

Following that bizarre , enraging and grotesque encounter , the three of you sat in silence around the dinner table , for a tension filled breakfast, throughout the entire ordeal Karl looked defeated never once summoning the strength to glance at your mom. She on the other hand looked slightly flustered , while you weren't the smartest banana in the bunch, when it came to your mom, you were quite perceptive , you could tell Karl's little misadventure with her fat tits left her slightly aroused , against her will , as evidenced by her large , thick nipples bulging painfully against the fabric of her T. This was furthered by the way she absent mindedly picked at her food in the plate, you shuddered remembering that you had planned to go out with some friends to the mall and leave these two alone at each other's throat. While your sure your mom could handle herself , the way Karl mauled her plump , round burgeoning tits , planted a seed of doubt in your mind.

The rest of the morning before you left for the mall remained largely uneventful , with the three of you rarely speaking, save for your mother giving you a nonchalant wave goodbye , and informing Karl that he could set up the things he brought in the guest room next to yours. The following day was the usual affair , dull and boring , with your only respite being the video games you had played to **** already, causing you to crawl unto your bed absent mindedly picking your thoughts , for something to occupy your mind , as you had always done, unfortunately for you this time it was Karl. That being his unusual behavior. The haughty , spoilt rich boy attitude made enough sense to you, considering his background and his incredible intellect despite his social shortcomings. However , the nature in which he treats and interacts with others as well as his views regarding women , were almost sociopathic and comparable to the ideology of the infamous hardcore virgin 'incels' you had the misfortune of meeting when perusing the less than reputable sides of the internet. It was like most of his knowledge and interaction with the opposite gender, outside of his mother, came from pornography and the forums in which those individuals dwell. Thinking about it now , his creepy perverted behavior towards women and your mother especially along with his social ineptitude is probably largely due to his shut in nature. You could tell this kid was gonna be trouble and trouble he was.

The three weeks following his arrival had proven your prediction regarding his stay and then some. After meeting Karl , your friends visits to your home to ogle your mom and hangout with you became less frequent, dates you had brought home from parties or for a quiet romantic meal left early before the real action could even begin , citing Karl's perverted stares and creepy demeanor giving them great discomfort and often you found him using your personal effects, like your body wash , soap and in one instance you even caught him using your laptop for porn. It wasn't just you that Karl greatly inconvenienced and annoyed but your mom as well. The boy was a slob, in fact slob didn't even do him justice he was a pig. Scarfing down food like a mad man and staining both his clothes and the table , leaving his junk and garbage wherever he pleased around the house, making the bathroom a sordid mess , left reeking of piss or feces and wet with water flooding the floor, leaving his room a pigsty with dirty clothes strewn about the floor and smelling of a foul body odor. His behavior was so outrageous , slobbish and perverse , that one time you caught him briskly returning to his room, after hearing you open your door , the journey of which he seem to began form directly outside the bathroom door , the abode of which occupied by your mother at the time. At first finding nothing , but upon a repeated investigation in the morning you found the remains of what seemed to be dried ejaculate staining the floor directly before the lavatory's entry way , which greatly both perturbed and disgusted. You kept this information to yourself only because , you lamented giving your mother another reason to be at the sick freak's throat , which she already clearly despised having to look after , showing an even greater , cold unfeeling fire that you never thought she could muster. He really did give your mother every reason to abhor him.

His bad habits , him wasting her precious home cooked meals, his disrespectful language or his greedy stares at her gluttonous , wide , fat ass cheeks or bountiful overflowing breasts. He was certainly a huge nuisance, and you both wanted nothing more than for this year to fly by and send him home , the only respite you could find solace in was that his behavior couldn't get any worse. Little did you know you should never tempt fate.

It was a day like any other , you had returned early from a day out with friends , after feeling a bit under the weather , and were met with the usual quiet empty home, your mother having already left for work. Opening the front door and tossing your shoes off to the side , enjoying the respite and warming feeling of being home. One thing struck you as wholly unusual however , you weren't sure if it was because you were feeling under the weather or you ears were playing tricks on you , but you swore you heard what sounded like faint grunting and moaning emanating from upstairs in Karl's room. Not one to ignore things out of the ordinary , especially when it came to your own home , you slowly crept up to his bedroom. As you did , the lewd groaning grew , louder and more distinct , you now noticed that it was a male making obscene grunts , but even more disturbing than that , stopping inching closer to the door the voice begun to sound more and more familiar . Recoiling, dead in front of the bedroom door , the wails of pleasure were even harder to miss , this voice you heard it before , a surge of adrenaline and rage shot through your veins as you recognized it as Karl's and he was really going at it. You swore if you ever caught him masturbating to porn on your laptop again you were gonna kill him, the shock of what you saw when you creaked open that door only further cemented that idea in your mind.

You cracked the entryway slightly ajar before peering in , finding the blinds and windows shut leaving the room blanketed by an impenetrable darkness , the only source of illumination originating from directly opposite and off to the left of where you stood , an area you recognized, on the rare occasion you had been in the awful pork den, as usually reserved for his work desk and laptop. You stared at the source of the illumination wide eyed for a few brief moments , as your senses adjusted to the dark atmosphere and slowly began to properly display the shapes around it , heaps of clothes stood scattered on the floor along with dozens of indecent magazines and wrappers for junk food, the outline of several peculiar stains blotching the grey carpet that draped the wooden floors beneath. The room stank to high hell , a mix of what you could only describe , as urine , body odor and a distorted waft of what smelt like sex, all the while the guttural moaning continued to pervade the air. Taking shape now your assumptions were right on the mark , it was Karl , he sat opposite of you back turned away as he faced your laptop screen on his desk, angering you, eyes locked intently on its contents , his boxers and pants sprawled out on the floor in front of you, one of his thick pudgy arms working frantically at his groin area in front of him. Stunned at his animalistic display , you didn't even say a word as you crept closer into the darkened room to better see what he was doing , though the evidence presented prior already provided what you needed to confirm the situation. Growing closer, the laptop's light casted an ominous shadow on Karl's dumpy features , which were contorted into a symphony of pure ecstasy and pent up lust , a wide hungry smile plastered from ear , it also revealed that sitting atop his head were a pair of your headphones , which explains why he didn't notice you entering. He worked frenziedly at his gigantic cock , sliding his greasy palms up and down its length at a **** pace , howling indecently with each repetition, as much as it disgusted you , you could tell he was close to climax as his eyes rapidly darted between his slowly swelling rod , the laptop and something off to the right still partly obscured from your view.

You stood about a foot behind him now , peering away from his silhouette to look at the video he was using to get his rocks off. From what you could gather , you saw a man pinning down a woman on her back, on top of a large white bed , one hand holding her slender wrists together above her head , the other he used to support himself above her , as he wildly and animalistically plunged his sizeable member down into her sopping wet orifice , causing her to wail out obscenely and shoot her thick , plush legs above him in ecstasy . The woman in question was certainly no regular porn star as evidenced by her long thick , shapely legs , whose plush thighs distorted against the man's waist as they jolted upwards , easily half the width of his torso and her gigantic tits , who though you couldn't see much as they were obscured by the male , you could tell they were huge , round , fat and full almost like your mother's as some of their creamy , supple , quivering white flesh spilt off to the sides of her and the man, into view. Though the video was regular enough especially for him , what disturbed and angered you the most was the striking resemblance both actors bore to him and your mother. The man being of a portly build , Hispanic such as him self , with pudgy rotund features , a stocky height and a large rotund jutting gut, coupled with tousled thick black hair and the woman having almost the same bombastically , perverse curves as your mother , with long , thick legs , plush thighs , thickset , broad baby factory hips and humongous , overripe melons , even her hair was the same color as her . Anger driving you now, you inched even closer , but were not prepared for what you saw next.

Standing directly behind him , the object in his other hand which had been concealed by darkness was revealed , it was his phone, he had it open and on it a rather risque picture of your mother , that he periodically glanced too , to aid in pleasuring himself. You wanted nothing more than to rip his fat little head off as you focused deeper on the details of the image. The picture seemed as if it was taken in hiding and quickly , a frontal view of your mom Victoria, it looked like she had just gotten out of the shower as evidenced by how her thick black hair was slicked behind her unto her back and how the small , damp, groin length white towel clung greedily to the flare of her curves like a second skin. The towel did little to protect her modesty , in fact it did quite the opposite by highlighting its immodest shape. Her long thick shapely legs could be seen in their entirety , her plump thighs radiated porcelain flesh in every direction , nearly rubbing together as she stood rather conservatively upright with her legs closed. It was as if the towel had a twisted mind of it's own tantalizingly stopping just short at the tail end of her woman hood , barely protecting its reticence. Her thick , wide , birthing hips like with most of her daily ensemble , bulge dramatically against the overstuffed white towel , easily making itself known as he most prominent and salacious feature , forcing the wet fabric to cling even tighter to its broad berth , becoming discolored to her own porcelain , slightly flush pink skin , as it lewdly highlighted small pockets of fat that it distorted apart in a vain attempt to contain their full , thickset behemoth. It beckoned the groaning fabric to come undone and reveal her sinfully perverse , sex fantasy body. This greedy competition for space had caused to stretched thin member to cling even tighter unto her taut stomach and small waist , discoloring the towel in the same way it did her large hips to match her snowy, lightly pink complexion, further accentuating the bulge of her ridiculous curves. The real highlight of the entire after shower ensemble however , were her fat , full milkers, bulging outwards dramatically to the point they obscured her from seeing her feet or anything below her body for that matter and without the support of a tight number or bra , hanging seductively low just above her navel , emphasizing their weight and size , as they plunged the groaning wet towel with them , resembling heavy , over ripe fruit ready to burst free and fall to the ground , in this case unto her torso. Huge waves of quivering white fat spilling up and out below her collar bone and oozing off the sides of the towel looking just about ready to slip off. Half of her mammoth mammaries spewed out of her towel, which barely managed to hold in the rest , you could practically see the beginning of her large round , pink areolas peeping over the top it. Not that it mattered considering the towels soaked nature vividly outlined her large dinner plate size areolas and long thick nipples in their entirety , offering not even a modicum of protection for her modesty.

As you slowly reviewed the situation in your head , baffled , stunned and boiling with rage, Karl wasted no time inching closer to climax , now groaning out obscenities towards the image of your mom.

" Ohhhhhh.......ughh.........oh........You like that you fat fucking cow , I'm gonna blow my huge fucking load inside that greedy , wet cunt of yours ......oh....ugh............ fatten you up with a litter a my kids right in front of your oaf of a son ......ugh....oh..... after all that's what women are made for especially you , with that whore body a yours teasing me everyday, asking me to stuff my dick into the deepest wretches of your womb with those tight fucking pants you wear all the time." Karl groveled out both sinisterly and snakingly , obviously beginning to become overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure he was about to experience.

" I......Know.......oghh.......you and your fucking...auaegehgeh..... cuck son look down on me........Think .....ofofo.......I'm a fat slob........but that's about to change real soon......hehe.......Oghghghg!" Karl howled out menacingly, almost as if his words of lust **** grandeur were a promise rather than a vain release.

You wanted nothing more than to beat the ever living shit out of Karl , but due to your increasing lack of wellness and the awful stench of the room which you stood, your frothing rage quickly turned to an exhausted apathy , this was his behavior day in and out , and as much as you loathed it , you had grown use to such things , and had learned to faze them out , so long as he kept his hands to himself. Then again it might have just been because your felt ill , but in that moment , sensing his climax and not wanting to witness such a horrendous release of bliss , you decided to inch your way back to the hallway , unequipped in your bedraggled state to deal with such a trifle at the loss of the fire of your rage. Deciding that you would reprimand him when he undoubtedly attempted to return and excuse himself by saying he was using it to study when he had his own. You knew he did this to irk you. Egging your way back you stood at the door , taking another glance at Karl.

Karl now rapidly increased the pace of his strokes as he neared closer to bliss , becoming rougher , wilder and frenzied , sliding his palms vigorously up and down his rock hard shaft . He continued this repetition for a few moments longer before in one fluid motion , he dropped his phone and yanked a cup he had left on his desk , bringing it to his groin before shooting his head upwards in ecstasy as he released the backed up contents of his violently spasming balls into it. It was like a stream , that he kept up for an agonizingly long set of seconds as his swollen dick head vigorously contracted , spewing his thick , curdy , slightly discolored white cum into the coffee mug , filling it to the brim almost as he gushed torrent after torrent into it, before stopping.

Karl brought his head back to the laptop screen , panting , clearly exhausted as he nursed his rapidly deflating member down between his thighs, flicking a couple of left over dribble on this floor , clearly satisfied. Seeing this you were disgusted , you felt as if your eyes had been defiled witnessing this sight , but your exhaustion kept you from acting much on it. One things struck you as odd about this behavior however , it was almost as if he had meant to release his ejaculate into the cup , instead of doing it in a spur of the moment decision , as he lifted the cup to meet his face , which was now twisted into a wicked grin , its horrid contents sloshing and nearly tipping over at the sudden motion with which he brought it. It wasn't a regular perverse grin you had seen nearly everyday , it was near cartoonish in it's contortion , like a Whisney villian or an anime arch nemesis would have in those Saturday morning cartoon shows you sued to watch.

Yet in spite of this baffling display , what had caught your attention the most was something adorned on the hand he now used to lift the mug to his round face. A ring that sat snugly on his index finger one which you had yet seen before today. It was of fine craftsmanship , made of what almost seemed like solid gold , engraved with a foreign penmanship , whose words glowed like fire in the dark , suffocating room. The single glance of which you took at it sent a cold chill running down your spine , and a deep pith of fear swelling in your stomach. This time you knew it wasn't your illness messing with your thoughts , you could feel it , trouble was on the wind.