Chapter 1
“And how can I repay what our people did to you?” Mary proclaimed as she tentatively touched the black man’s cock with her pale white hands, her pregnant belly brushing up against him.
“You can start by getting rid of that white parasite inside you, I'm going to take you to the clinic when you're ready,” Marcus said with a firm and commanding voice. He was tall, muscular and had skin as dark as the night sky. He had been helping white women into the BNWO, and now he was claiming his prize.
Mary felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked into his intense gaze. She knew what he wanted, and she was willing to do whatever it takes to support the cause. She turned to face you, her son, who had been watching in silence from the corner of the room.
“Go to your room, sweetie. Your father and sisters are out for the day, and we need some privacy,” Mary said with a gentle smile, trying to mask the fear and anticipation that was building inside her.
You didn't say a word. You silently left the room, feeling a mixture of curiosity, confusion, and arousal.
Laying on your bed, you couldn't help but think about what was happening in the other room. You've had always been fascinated by the BNWO movement, and had spent countless hours browsing websites and forums that catered to your fetish. But now, it seemed like the fantasies were about to become a reality. The thought of it made your little white dicklet jump with arrousal.
The sound of footsteps were approaching your room, and you quickly tried to hide your excitement. Marcus stood in the doorway, his eyes locked onto the the pathetic whiteboy in front of him.
“Come with me,” Marcus said, his voice deep and commanding.
You hesitated for a moment, but then you got up and followed Marcus back into the room where Mary was waiting. Your dicklet throbbing as you followed Marcus.
Chapter 2
Mary was lying on the bed, her pregnant belly protruding from her otherwise slender frame. Marcus was standing beside her, stroking his massive cock with one hand and running his other hand over Mary's smooth skin.
You felt a rush of adrenaline watching Marcus take control of your mother. You couldn't help but feel a little jealous that he wasn't the one in Marcus's position, but you knew that he had to accept his role as a submissive white male.
“Take off your clothes,” Marcus said, his eyes still locked onto Mary's gorgeous tits and round belly. You stripped quickly obeyed, stripping off your shirt and pants and standing there naked in front of the his mother. Instinctual you went to cover your penis, but there wasn't much to show except the small erection that he was forming.
“Kneel down beside the bed,” Marcus said, gesturing to him. You did as you were told, feeling a sense of submission wash over you.
Mary turned to face her pathetic son, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and guilt.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mary asked, reaching out to touch her sons face.
You nodded, mouth too dry to speak. You had never felt so alive, so humiliated, so eager to see your mother be fucked by a big black cock.
Mary reached out and took hold of her sons cock, stroking it gently as she leaned in to kiss you. You felt her soft lips on yours, her tongue exploring you mouth as she moaned softly.
Marcus was watching them, his eyes dark and intense. He stroked his cock faster, his breathing becoming ragged.
"Are you going to watch mommy take Marcus's big black cock hunny?" She whispered in her sons ear, tugging you faster and faster.
"Uh huh" you grunted out, barely able to think straight, letting the waves of arousal and shame wash over you.
As mother jerked your pathetic white dicklet, she felt precum oozing over her hand. Amused by this, Mary said "Awww getting close to squirting are we? Well not until Marcus has claimed this pussy, now sit back and watch".
“Get up on the bed,” Marcus said, his voice hoarse with desire. Her son and Mary both obeyed, climbing onto the bed and positioning themselves as Marcus directed.
Marcus moved towards Mary, his cock pulsing with need. He entered her slowly, groaning with pleasure as he felt her wetness envelop him. Her son watched in awe as Marcus began to fuck his mother, his powerful thrusts causing the bed to shake.
You couldn't take your eyes off of the scene, the sight of his mother being taken by a black man, a man who was fulfilling his deepest desires. It was almost too much to handle.
Marcus continued to thrust into Mary, his rhythm becoming more urgent with each passing moment. Mary's body writhed beneath him, her pregnant belly bouncing with every thrust.
Finally, Marcus let out a deep groan as he reached his climax. He pulled out of Mary and sprayed his seed all over her belly and breasts. Mary moaned in ecstasy as she felt the warmth of his cum on her skin.
The two of them lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies entwined in a post-coital embrace. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you watched them, knowing that you could never experience anything like what they had just shared.
"Get over here son, mommy's pussy is sore from that pounding and needs your tongue." You didn't hesitate, you crawled up the sheets towards your mother's freshly fucked pussy, still raw from the pounding Marcus had given her.
You could smell Marcus's cum and your mithers wetness oozing from her cunt, you still could have left the room if you wanted, but you needed to taste it. You plunged your tongue into her pussy. Making sure to lick your mothers pussy clean.
"Like that don't you, you useless little whiteboi" Marcus chuckled. "Like the taste of my black cum from your mother's pussy?" You managed a whimper of approval as you lapped up more and more cum. The taste was intoxicating.
You thought back to all those videos you watched of useless hubby's cleaning up after their wives black lovers and you were happy to be just like them. You wanted this, and now that you've had it you can never go without it.
"You should leave *** for Marcus mommy, I know he doesn't fuck you like Marcus does." Your mother was shocked, hearing those words from your lips made her feel validated in loving black cock.
"I'd love to hunny but your brother is on the way and Marcus doesn't want to be a step ***." In the heat of the moment, you let your obsessions take over, in ecstasy from eating your mother out you exclaimed "just get an abortion mommy, you deserve to be happy."
With that your mother came once again from your tongue.
As the reality of the situation began to sink in, you felt a sense of guilt wash over you. What had you just done? You had encouraged your own mother to abort your baby brother, all for the sake of your own twisted desires.
But it was too late to turn back now. The damage had been done, and you would have to live with the consequences of your actions.
Chapter 3
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Mary's belly continued to grow, a visible reminder of the life that had once been growing inside of her.
You watched as your mother became more and more distant, her once vibrant personality replaced by a cold, distant demeanor. It was as if she had lost a part of herself, and you couldn't help but feel responsible.
But Marcus was always there to comfort her, to hold her when she cried and to reassure her that everything would be okay. And as much as it pained you to admit it, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the bond that had formed between the two of them.
One day, Marcus called you into his room. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what he wanted. But as soon as you stepped inside, you knew that something was different.
Mary was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, her belly bulging with the life growing inside of her. Marcus was standing next to her, a syringe in his hand.
"What's going on?" you asked, your voice trembling with fear.
"It's time," Marcus said simply. "Time for Mary to end this pregnancy and start a new one."
You felt a knot form in your stomach as you realized what he meant. Mary was going to have an abortion.
"But why?" you protested. "Why now? Why not wait until the baby is born?"
Marcus turned to you, a look of annoyance on his face. "Because we don't want another pathetic white oppressor brought into this world. Mary understands that, don't you, my dear?"
Mary nodded, a faint smile on her lips. "Yes, I understand. I want to do what's best for the world. And if it means giving my womb to Marcus, then that's exactly what I'll do."
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your own mother was willingly ending a life for the sake of some twisted ideology.
As Marcus injected the syringe into Mary's stomach, you watched in horror as the life inside of her faded away. But to your surprise, Mary's face contorted into a look of pleasure, almost orgasmic.
"Oh, Marcus," she moaned. "It feels so good. The parasite is fading away. Its one less white baby to opress you." He rubbed her belly and whispered to her, "You'll look so much better with my black seed inside you, my love. You're doing the right thing by submitting to me."
Mary nodded, a blissful look on her face. "Yes, Marcus. I'm yours to do with as you please. I want to have all your beautiful black childeren. And finally have a son that wont be a pathetic disappointment"
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your mother had submitted to this man completely, giving herself over to his every desire.
As the months passed, you tried to distance yourself from the situation, but it was impossible. Every time you saw your mother, you were reminded of what she had done, of the white life she had willingly and enthusiastically ended.
And yet, despite all of this, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal when you thought about Mary's words. You found yourself relieving yourself to the memory of her moans, of the pleasure she had felt as the life inside of her had faded away.
Nine months later, Mary gave birth to Marcus's child, a strong, healthy boy with dark hair and brown brown.
You visited her in the hospital, she was ecstaticly breastfeeding her newborn from her massive milk swollen breasts. The scene was too much for you to handle. You raced to somewhere quiet to tug yourself off as you realised your mothers abortion was worth it.
“And how can I repay what our people did to you?” Mary proclaimed as she tentatively touched the black man’s cock with her pale white hands, her pregnant belly brushing up against him.
“You can start by getting rid of that white parasite inside you, I'm going to take you to the clinic when you're ready,” Marcus said with a firm and commanding voice. He was tall, muscular and had skin as dark as the night sky. He had been helping white women into the BNWO, and now he was claiming his prize.
Mary felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked into his intense gaze. She knew what he wanted, and she was willing to do whatever it takes to support the cause. She turned to face you, her son, who had been watching in silence from the corner of the room.
“Go to your room, sweetie. Your father and sisters are out for the day, and we need some privacy,” Mary said with a gentle smile, trying to mask the fear and anticipation that was building inside her.
You didn't say a word. You silently left the room, feeling a mixture of curiosity, confusion, and arousal.
Laying on your bed, you couldn't help but think about what was happening in the other room. You've had always been fascinated by the BNWO movement, and had spent countless hours browsing websites and forums that catered to your fetish. But now, it seemed like the fantasies were about to become a reality. The thought of it made your little white dicklet jump with arrousal.
The sound of footsteps were approaching your room, and you quickly tried to hide your excitement. Marcus stood in the doorway, his eyes locked onto the the pathetic whiteboy in front of him.
“Come with me,” Marcus said, his voice deep and commanding.
You hesitated for a moment, but then you got up and followed Marcus back into the room where Mary was waiting. Your dicklet throbbing as you followed Marcus.
Chapter 2
Mary was lying on the bed, her pregnant belly protruding from her otherwise slender frame. Marcus was standing beside her, stroking his massive cock with one hand and running his other hand over Mary's smooth skin.
You felt a rush of adrenaline watching Marcus take control of your mother. You couldn't help but feel a little jealous that he wasn't the one in Marcus's position, but you knew that he had to accept his role as a submissive white male.
“Take off your clothes,” Marcus said, his eyes still locked onto Mary's gorgeous tits and round belly. You stripped quickly obeyed, stripping off your shirt and pants and standing there naked in front of the his mother. Instinctual you went to cover your penis, but there wasn't much to show except the small erection that he was forming.
“Kneel down beside the bed,” Marcus said, gesturing to him. You did as you were told, feeling a sense of submission wash over you.
Mary turned to face her pathetic son, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and guilt.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mary asked, reaching out to touch her sons face.
You nodded, mouth too dry to speak. You had never felt so alive, so humiliated, so eager to see your mother be fucked by a big black cock.
Mary reached out and took hold of her sons cock, stroking it gently as she leaned in to kiss you. You felt her soft lips on yours, her tongue exploring you mouth as she moaned softly.
Marcus was watching them, his eyes dark and intense. He stroked his cock faster, his breathing becoming ragged.
"Are you going to watch mommy take Marcus's big black cock hunny?" She whispered in her sons ear, tugging you faster and faster.
"Uh huh" you grunted out, barely able to think straight, letting the waves of arousal and shame wash over you.
As mother jerked your pathetic white dicklet, she felt precum oozing over her hand. Amused by this, Mary said "Awww getting close to squirting are we? Well not until Marcus has claimed this pussy, now sit back and watch".
“Get up on the bed,” Marcus said, his voice hoarse with desire. Her son and Mary both obeyed, climbing onto the bed and positioning themselves as Marcus directed.
Marcus moved towards Mary, his cock pulsing with need. He entered her slowly, groaning with pleasure as he felt her wetness envelop him. Her son watched in awe as Marcus began to fuck his mother, his powerful thrusts causing the bed to shake.
You couldn't take your eyes off of the scene, the sight of his mother being taken by a black man, a man who was fulfilling his deepest desires. It was almost too much to handle.
Marcus continued to thrust into Mary, his rhythm becoming more urgent with each passing moment. Mary's body writhed beneath him, her pregnant belly bouncing with every thrust.
Finally, Marcus let out a deep groan as he reached his climax. He pulled out of Mary and sprayed his seed all over her belly and breasts. Mary moaned in ecstasy as she felt the warmth of his cum on her skin.
The two of them lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies entwined in a post-coital embrace. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you watched them, knowing that you could never experience anything like what they had just shared.
"Get over here son, mommy's pussy is sore from that pounding and needs your tongue." You didn't hesitate, you crawled up the sheets towards your mother's freshly fucked pussy, still raw from the pounding Marcus had given her.
You could smell Marcus's cum and your mithers wetness oozing from her cunt, you still could have left the room if you wanted, but you needed to taste it. You plunged your tongue into her pussy. Making sure to lick your mothers pussy clean.
"Like that don't you, you useless little whiteboi" Marcus chuckled. "Like the taste of my black cum from your mother's pussy?" You managed a whimper of approval as you lapped up more and more cum. The taste was intoxicating.
You thought back to all those videos you watched of useless hubby's cleaning up after their wives black lovers and you were happy to be just like them. You wanted this, and now that you've had it you can never go without it.
"You should leave *** for Marcus mommy, I know he doesn't fuck you like Marcus does." Your mother was shocked, hearing those words from your lips made her feel validated in loving black cock.
"I'd love to hunny but your brother is on the way and Marcus doesn't want to be a step ***." In the heat of the moment, you let your obsessions take over, in ecstasy from eating your mother out you exclaimed "just get an abortion mommy, you deserve to be happy."
With that your mother came once again from your tongue.
As the reality of the situation began to sink in, you felt a sense of guilt wash over you. What had you just done? You had encouraged your own mother to abort your baby brother, all for the sake of your own twisted desires.
But it was too late to turn back now. The damage had been done, and you would have to live with the consequences of your actions.
Chapter 3
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Mary's belly continued to grow, a visible reminder of the life that had once been growing inside of her.
You watched as your mother became more and more distant, her once vibrant personality replaced by a cold, distant demeanor. It was as if she had lost a part of herself, and you couldn't help but feel responsible.
But Marcus was always there to comfort her, to hold her when she cried and to reassure her that everything would be okay. And as much as it pained you to admit it, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the bond that had formed between the two of them.
One day, Marcus called you into his room. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what he wanted. But as soon as you stepped inside, you knew that something was different.
Mary was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, her belly bulging with the life growing inside of her. Marcus was standing next to her, a syringe in his hand.
"What's going on?" you asked, your voice trembling with fear.
"It's time," Marcus said simply. "Time for Mary to end this pregnancy and start a new one."
You felt a knot form in your stomach as you realized what he meant. Mary was going to have an abortion.
"But why?" you protested. "Why now? Why not wait until the baby is born?"
Marcus turned to you, a look of annoyance on his face. "Because we don't want another pathetic white oppressor brought into this world. Mary understands that, don't you, my dear?"
Mary nodded, a faint smile on her lips. "Yes, I understand. I want to do what's best for the world. And if it means giving my womb to Marcus, then that's exactly what I'll do."
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your own mother was willingly ending a life for the sake of some twisted ideology.
As Marcus injected the syringe into Mary's stomach, you watched in horror as the life inside of her faded away. But to your surprise, Mary's face contorted into a look of pleasure, almost orgasmic.
"Oh, Marcus," she moaned. "It feels so good. The parasite is fading away. Its one less white baby to opress you." He rubbed her belly and whispered to her, "You'll look so much better with my black seed inside you, my love. You're doing the right thing by submitting to me."
Mary nodded, a blissful look on her face. "Yes, Marcus. I'm yours to do with as you please. I want to have all your beautiful black childeren. And finally have a son that wont be a pathetic disappointment"
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your mother had submitted to this man completely, giving herself over to his every desire.
As the months passed, you tried to distance yourself from the situation, but it was impossible. Every time you saw your mother, you were reminded of what she had done, of the white life she had willingly and enthusiastically ended.
And yet, despite all of this, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal when you thought about Mary's words. You found yourself relieving yourself to the memory of her moans, of the pleasure she had felt as the life inside of her had faded away.
Nine months later, Mary gave birth to Marcus's child, a strong, healthy boy with dark hair and brown brown.
You visited her in the hospital, she was ecstaticly breastfeeding her newborn from her massive milk swollen breasts. The scene was too much for you to handle. You raced to somewhere quiet to tug yourself off as you realised your mothers abortion was worth it.
