God, I can't stop jerking off to the thought of me getting NTR'd by Fauna. And I don't mean her cheating on me as a wife or girlfriend, but as a mother
I imagine myself as a 12 year old eating mommy FauFau's delicious veggie salad. I wish I could have meat sometimes, but mommy is strictly vegan and won't allow that stuff in the house. Doesn't matter, I kiss mommy goodbye on her cheek and leave for school. I'm gonna study hard and make mommy proud.
I leave school at midday because I'm not feeling so well, panting by the time I reach home. I'm tired, but the thought of mommy nursing me back to health fills me with warmth. But what's this? I see four extra pairs of shoes at the door. It looks like they belong to particularly tall men as well. Does mommy have guests at home?
I walk in unannounced. I'm skittish around guests and would like to be in my room without meeting anyone. As I sneak past the kitchen, I notice a bunch of tableware laid out on the dining table. There is a thick smell of alcohol in the room. Mommy does drink sometimes, but not to the extent that it would stink up the kitchen. I grab a stepping stool to take a peek at the stovetop. I want to see what mommy cooked for her guests, I bet it’s veggie salad again.
It’s meat! Mommy cooked meat, b-but how? She doesn’t touch that stuff. I run to her room in panic, seeking an explanation. But she was not there. I look for her all over the house, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Dejected, I start walking upstairs to go to my room. Halfway up the stairs, I hear it – mommy’s voice. But why does it sound so different… so raw. And I hear other voices too, rough grunting noises from unknown men. I walk up to my room’s door, it is slightly ajar, just enough to sneak a peek. My legs are trembling from sickness, but I steady myself and peek in. My heart drops down to my stomach upon witnessing the scene inside.
Mommy is on my bed, sandwiched between two burly black men who are penetrating her in both holes. A third man, kneeling atop the bed is shoving his dick into her mouth. He grabs her hair to pull her face closer and kisses her on the lips. The fourth guy is sitting on my study chair, a lit cigar in one hand and a camera in the other. It’s my camera! Mommy bought it for me to take pictures of nature. Now it’s being used to record this vulgar act. I want to rush in and put a stop to this madness, but my legs refuse to move. Instead I’m mesmerized by mommy’s silky green hair swaying smoothly to the rhythm of Tyrone’s thrusts, and by her bountiful breasts bouncing uncontrollably until they are clasped roughly by Jamal from the back. Mommy cries out in pain, I can see the tears in her eyes. But before she can protest too much, the third nigger chokes her out, not even letting her breath. They are hurting her and she doesn’t want to be there anymore.
But instead of pushing the door, my hands reach for my jeans. I quietly pull my pants down and jerk off furiously to the sight and sound of mommy being raped. My legs are just about to give out from weakness when I unleash the biggest load of my life, spraying it all over the door. But the fatigue is too much. I collapse from exhaustion, straight through the door and into my room. I remember hitting the wooden floor, but everything after that is a blank
When I wake up, I find myself tucked in on my bed, with mommy sitting right beside me. “Uuuuu, it seems you were having a really bad nightmare, tossing and turning all over in your sleep. But it’s fine now, mommy’s here. Get some rest, you have a high fever. I’ll bring some porridge in a while” She smiles at me radiantly, ever so beautiful, completely unaware that I can clearly see the reddish finger marks around her neck. I smile and go back to sleep. I may have lost mommy today, but I gained something even more special.
