Moving in with Morty

With Elizabeth and Jamaal moving back to South Carolina, that meant that Douglas and Jada needed a new place to live. After almost a year in the stately Lancaster manse, Jada wasn't going back to the hood. And there was Morty, shit-eating grin and all, to take the beleaguered couple and their children in.

Mortimer McAllister was the son of an accountant, but more importantly the heir of old South Carolina money from the plantation days. They had a nice expanse of land outside the city, complete with a large guest house, converted from what centures before had been **** quarters. Douglas entered the bedroom, a morbid curiosity filling him as the history of the place seeped into his pores. He swallowed, awkwardly shuffling out to collect another box of belongings.

The McAllister home itself was on top of a tall hill. Winded by the time he reached the top, Douglas huffed and puffed as he entered the main house. There he found his wife, Jada, on the couch with the bespectacled nerd, his hand on her inner thigh. Douglas learned there that Morty's parents had recently retired to Florida, leaving the young nerd as the king of this estate. And as Douglas descended that hill to make dinner for the children, he could hear Jada's moans from the main house as the nerd claimed her for himself.