Hola! I had in mind that this would be the last part for this little series, or at least of this story arc, but if I feel like doing more then I will most definitely do more! Thank you and hope you enjoy once again.
My while body tensed and I let out a low groan as i once more came, my load spewing forth and falling into the toilet. In my hand I held my phone, on which was a video sent my by my wife Rose. She had just finished off sucking off two black men, with their thick cum coating her tits and face. The video ended with her winking at the camera and I tucked my spent penis back into my pants.
It has been 5 years since that summer night when my mother, Bob, Rose and i truly found ourselves. I had finally accepted the position of a loyal cuck and husband and I could not be any more happier. We have our own house, car, jobs and everything we could ever want. True, sometimes i get love sick when Rose spends a night with a new lover but she always keeps me well informed of what she is doing, so I'm usually too horny to stay sad.
I walked to the bedroom and fell on to it, lifting my phone to wish Rose good night, as i was going to sleep. I would service her undoubtedly sore pussy tomorrow. But before i could shut my phone, a new text appeared. It was mom. She wants to see us tomorrow.
The next day we arrived at my parents house. Rose was wearing a flowing white sun dress that hugged her beautiful petite form as we made our way to the door. My mother was there to greet us immediately and hugged Rose, we weren't even surprised that she wasn't wearing any clothes. My mother looked pretty much the same, but now her jiggling ass sported a black spade tattoo, and her pussy mound was proudly displaying the words 'Black Cock Only". I too gave her a hug, my clear erection poking through my jeans.
We made out way inside, where Bob greeted us. The quiet black man hadn't changed a bit. He smacked my mothers ass as she walked past him and yanked my young wife to him and kissed her passionately, making her let out a little giggle. All four of us then made our way to the living room and sat down, Me on an armchair and the girls along with Bob on the larger couch.
"So mom.. Why did you want to meet?" I asked curiously, as I saw Bob place his hands on Roses bare, pale thigh. My mother, frank as ever, gave a clear answer.
"We want Rose to carry Bobs child." she stated simply.
"What?!" My eyes widened in shock and even Rose ripped her eyes from Bobs as she heard what my mother had uttered.
I had always been supportive of my wife's activities for they helped her stay happy, but having sex with others is a completely different thing than having another mans child. After a moment of silence, my mother continued. "I can no longer have children. We have tried but it is no longer possible and even if it did, the risks are too high at my age" she said in a calm voice, her eyes shifting from mine to Roses. "But Rose is young and definitely fertile. She would be the best candidate to have Bobs child." she ended, looking deep into Roses eyes.
"But.. Couldn't you just get someone else to grow the baby? Why must it be Rose?" I asked, fighting against my mothers idea.
"Because it would be good for her." she said bluntly.
"Rose is a wonderful and sweet woman who deserves to be bred by only the strongest and greatest, and there is no one better than Bob" she added, kissing her black husbands cheek as his hand began to climb its way up Roses dress.
"B-but its ultimately her choice if she wants to be bred by Bob." I countered, looking at my wife, who suddenly had all the eyes in the room looking at her.
"So it is." My mother nodded.
"Rose, do you want to breed with a man who is superior in all aspects, and who is guaranteed to give you strong, black children? Or my son?" she asked my wife. Roses eyes darted from my mothers to me and to Bob multiple times.
"Please choose me honey I love you!" I pleaded internally.
Rose closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let the air out. Then she opened her eyes and spoke.
"I choose black."
I could feel my soul being crushed as Rose threw herself at Bob, who wrapped his arms around her small figure and began passionately making out. My mother rose up to give them more space as Bob laid my wife down on the couch and hiked up her dress, revealing her pink, hairless pussy glistening from wetness and lust. Bob fished out his big black cock and without hesitation drove it into the petite white girl, Roses wet cunt offering no resistance to the man that was coming to claim her.
As the room filled with howls and moans of lust and love, I sat on the arm hair, defeated. I could only watch my wife be fucked by my step father yet again while I held my tears back. Then my mother walked over to me and knelt next to my ear, her hands reaching down to my crotch as she began to rub my bulge through the jeans.
"Don't be sad honey. This is the way it is supposed to be. You are an inferior male and it is your place to give way to the strongest." she whispered while my eyes were glued to the black cock that pumped in and out of Roses pussy, his massive balls smacking her ass with every thrust. My mother then opened my jeans and pulled them down along with my boxers, showing my throbbing red hardon.
"Look at her. You do not deserve to fuck a woman like her, much less breed! He is the alpha, he is the King and you are nothing but a lowly servant." My mother whispered again.
I was broken. My wife was being bred by a black man while my mother was telling me how small and useless I was. I saw Roses eyes roll to the back of her head as her legs shook from the power of her orgasm, making her squirt and spasm while Bob kept hammering his thick, long black cock into her relentlessly. He was so powerful.
"Yes mom." I say quietly, reaching down to jerk off my pitiful cock.
"That's my boy." she smiles, kissing me on the cheek as my wife is ravaged on front of me. Bob begins to quicken his thrusts, the steady rhythm devolving into something animalistic and raw. There is only passion and pure lust in the air. Rose was caught in an endless loop of orgasms, each stronger than the last. Her whole body was on fire and only Bobs strong hands prevented her from shaking off the couch. Bob fucked her with such ferocity that I feared she would break in half.
Then it happened. A powerful roar, like that of a mighty lion, emanated from the black man as he thrusted into the pale woman under her one last time, before unleashing a wave of cum that flooded Roses womb. Rose herself screamed incoherently as she felt the purest form of lustful bliss wash over her entire being, overpowering her senses.
When it was all over, I was still jerking myself off, so close to cumming. But then my mother grabbed my hand and stopped me. It was done.
One ****** Road Trip had changed everything.
My while body tensed and I let out a low groan as i once more came, my load spewing forth and falling into the toilet. In my hand I held my phone, on which was a video sent my by my wife Rose. She had just finished off sucking off two black men, with their thick cum coating her tits and face. The video ended with her winking at the camera and I tucked my spent penis back into my pants.
It has been 5 years since that summer night when my mother, Bob, Rose and i truly found ourselves. I had finally accepted the position of a loyal cuck and husband and I could not be any more happier. We have our own house, car, jobs and everything we could ever want. True, sometimes i get love sick when Rose spends a night with a new lover but she always keeps me well informed of what she is doing, so I'm usually too horny to stay sad.
I walked to the bedroom and fell on to it, lifting my phone to wish Rose good night, as i was going to sleep. I would service her undoubtedly sore pussy tomorrow. But before i could shut my phone, a new text appeared. It was mom. She wants to see us tomorrow.
The next day we arrived at my parents house. Rose was wearing a flowing white sun dress that hugged her beautiful petite form as we made our way to the door. My mother was there to greet us immediately and hugged Rose, we weren't even surprised that she wasn't wearing any clothes. My mother looked pretty much the same, but now her jiggling ass sported a black spade tattoo, and her pussy mound was proudly displaying the words 'Black Cock Only". I too gave her a hug, my clear erection poking through my jeans.
We made out way inside, where Bob greeted us. The quiet black man hadn't changed a bit. He smacked my mothers ass as she walked past him and yanked my young wife to him and kissed her passionately, making her let out a little giggle. All four of us then made our way to the living room and sat down, Me on an armchair and the girls along with Bob on the larger couch.
"So mom.. Why did you want to meet?" I asked curiously, as I saw Bob place his hands on Roses bare, pale thigh. My mother, frank as ever, gave a clear answer.
"We want Rose to carry Bobs child." she stated simply.
"What?!" My eyes widened in shock and even Rose ripped her eyes from Bobs as she heard what my mother had uttered.
I had always been supportive of my wife's activities for they helped her stay happy, but having sex with others is a completely different thing than having another mans child. After a moment of silence, my mother continued. "I can no longer have children. We have tried but it is no longer possible and even if it did, the risks are too high at my age" she said in a calm voice, her eyes shifting from mine to Roses. "But Rose is young and definitely fertile. She would be the best candidate to have Bobs child." she ended, looking deep into Roses eyes.
"But.. Couldn't you just get someone else to grow the baby? Why must it be Rose?" I asked, fighting against my mothers idea.
"Because it would be good for her." she said bluntly.
"Rose is a wonderful and sweet woman who deserves to be bred by only the strongest and greatest, and there is no one better than Bob" she added, kissing her black husbands cheek as his hand began to climb its way up Roses dress.
"B-but its ultimately her choice if she wants to be bred by Bob." I countered, looking at my wife, who suddenly had all the eyes in the room looking at her.
"So it is." My mother nodded.
"Rose, do you want to breed with a man who is superior in all aspects, and who is guaranteed to give you strong, black children? Or my son?" she asked my wife. Roses eyes darted from my mothers to me and to Bob multiple times.
"Please choose me honey I love you!" I pleaded internally.
Rose closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let the air out. Then she opened her eyes and spoke.
"I choose black."
I could feel my soul being crushed as Rose threw herself at Bob, who wrapped his arms around her small figure and began passionately making out. My mother rose up to give them more space as Bob laid my wife down on the couch and hiked up her dress, revealing her pink, hairless pussy glistening from wetness and lust. Bob fished out his big black cock and without hesitation drove it into the petite white girl, Roses wet cunt offering no resistance to the man that was coming to claim her.
As the room filled with howls and moans of lust and love, I sat on the arm hair, defeated. I could only watch my wife be fucked by my step father yet again while I held my tears back. Then my mother walked over to me and knelt next to my ear, her hands reaching down to my crotch as she began to rub my bulge through the jeans.
"Don't be sad honey. This is the way it is supposed to be. You are an inferior male and it is your place to give way to the strongest." she whispered while my eyes were glued to the black cock that pumped in and out of Roses pussy, his massive balls smacking her ass with every thrust. My mother then opened my jeans and pulled them down along with my boxers, showing my throbbing red hardon.
"Look at her. You do not deserve to fuck a woman like her, much less breed! He is the alpha, he is the King and you are nothing but a lowly servant." My mother whispered again.
I was broken. My wife was being bred by a black man while my mother was telling me how small and useless I was. I saw Roses eyes roll to the back of her head as her legs shook from the power of her orgasm, making her squirt and spasm while Bob kept hammering his thick, long black cock into her relentlessly. He was so powerful.
"Yes mom." I say quietly, reaching down to jerk off my pitiful cock.
"That's my boy." she smiles, kissing me on the cheek as my wife is ravaged on front of me. Bob begins to quicken his thrusts, the steady rhythm devolving into something animalistic and raw. There is only passion and pure lust in the air. Rose was caught in an endless loop of orgasms, each stronger than the last. Her whole body was on fire and only Bobs strong hands prevented her from shaking off the couch. Bob fucked her with such ferocity that I feared she would break in half.
Then it happened. A powerful roar, like that of a mighty lion, emanated from the black man as he thrusted into the pale woman under her one last time, before unleashing a wave of cum that flooded Roses womb. Rose herself screamed incoherently as she felt the purest form of lustful bliss wash over her entire being, overpowering her senses.
When it was all over, I was still jerking myself off, so close to cumming. But then my mother grabbed my hand and stopped me. It was done.
One ****** Road Trip had changed everything.
