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🕑 Added 2023-09-07 16:36:03 +0000 UTCHere we are, over 20 raw pages to tantalize you before Breeding the Help wraps up – hopefully by the end of this month at the latest. As always, I would love to hear your comments and feedback.
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Breeding the Help Ch. 03
This story is based on real events in my life. All characters are 18 or older. This is the conclusion to Breeding the Help.
*****
How my life changed after impregnating my family’s young Filipino maid.
Bangkok, Thailand March 1997
My head rested against the glass window of the school-chartered coach, its rhythmic motion carrying me through the orange sodium haze of midnight Krung Thep.
As we weaved through the muted chaos of Sukhumvit Road, I watched the labyrinthine patchwork of city lights and shadows, all tinged in an iridescent neon glow. Even though it was home for almost 3 years now, this place would always be alien to me; unapproachably exotic. Bangkok’s wild heartbeat pulsed through the multi-lane artery of the highway, buzzing with a glut of traffic even this late. Blessed aircon funneled down onto the top of my head from a nozzle in the cab’s ceiling, gently tousling my hair. I glanced at the rest of the Track team in the seats behind and around me – everyone else was asleep, still wearing our preppy-ass black and gold varsity Panthers jackets and sports uniforms.
We were on our way back from the 3-day, 4-night IASAS Track & Field Tournament in Singapore; the last one of my high school career. It’d been a grueling and ultimately disappointing championship. We ran our asses off but still came up short against Singapore American School. Second place sucked. Worse, our return flight to Bangkok was delayed by monsoon rains for 5 hours, so we’d only just gotten back.
It was alright though, because I’d clinched gold in the 100m Dash and almost won the 200m. I was fuckin’ proud of myself for that. I couldn’t believe that Coach Venables actually said that he’d help me pursue a D1 scholarship back in the US.
I was too stoked to sleep with all the possibilities still racing through my mind. Not like, getting a free ride to a university, but actually having that kind of value. I smiled to myself as I fished the medal from my pocket to check it out for what felt like the millionth time. Shiny, gold-embossed letters, glittering weightily between my thumb and index. Looking at it, it was the first time I felt a real sense of self-worth about my time served in high school. Like I wasn’t a loser anymore. It might even bring Mom and Dad a moment of shared parental gratification.
I couldn’t wait to tell Maria about it.
I felt a pang of desire, of need deep down when I thought about our family’s 23-year old Filipina housekeeper waiting for me back home, now deliciously, salaciously 6 months pregnant with our secret offspring.
Our children were the irresistible consequence of what had begun as a barely consensual, exploitative relationship between our maid and me, her employer’s domineering teenage son. But Maria was so lonely, so neglected and horny – she couldn’t deny what her nubile, sex-starved Asian body craved for long. Fucking wasn’t enough for my depraved lusts and big white cock, though – wanted to breed her. I wanted to claim her Pinay village girl womb from the moment I lusted for her and make her into my broodmare, heedless of the ramifications or the dangers of being exposed. My depraved intent bore fruit in ways I couldn’t even imagine.
Like a tiger drawn to a she-cat in heat during our first raw, breeding fuck, the delicious pleasure-pain from my huge white dick filling and stretching her Asian cunt must have dragged down a pair of ovum that I savagely fertilized. Fraternal twins.
What had begun with the selfish need to fulfill my darkest fantasies slowly changed into something so unexpectedly wonderful. Love, like actual love between the two of us, as crazy and fucked-up and scandalous as it was. As our sexual liaisons continued, hidden from my parents, I discovered not only was Maria just as horny and filthy and depraved as I was; I eventually saw her as more than just our hired help. She was the best fucking woman in the world. She was the horny, sexy Filipina mother of my beautiful, illicit children, and I fucking loved her. My secret wife.
For any sane 18-year-old, the sports meet in Singapore should have given me the space to get some abstinence-born clarity, step back from the intensity of my situation, and consider the unbelievable consequences of my actions. But it didn’t. Instead of the kind of lucidity my parents and expat society would hope for? The separation only fueled my desire for Maria even more. It wasn’t just physical either; I longed for her presence, her warmth, and the deepening connection we shared.
The sexual pride the two of us felt in our fertility at having twins always threatened to send us into a frenzy for one another. My parents were still none the wiser that our domestic helper was carrying around their own half-Filipino grandchildren as she worked for them all day. Worse, Mother was still psychotically convinced of my dad’s infidelity; that he was having an affair with Maria and was the father of her young. Despairing, Mom couldn’t find proof because it didn’t exist, and since Dad had taken pity on our housekeeper and controlled all our finances, she couldn’t outright fire Maria either. It didn’t stop her paranoid delusions from gripping her every waking moment, trapping her in an alternating state of bitter, jaded bitchiness and outright accusatory hysteria.
The best days were when Mother heavily self-medicated on Valium and just slept for hours. Otherwise she was constantly in my ear, trying to win me over to her side through coddling and manipulation, or trying to glean some scrap of incriminating observation or memory to use against my dad. It was a sick pit in my stomach to live with the realization that she was trying to sink her claws into me as the two of them maneuvered ever closer to what felt like the inevitability of divorce. Like I was a pawn to them.
Dad wasn’t much better. Over the past two months, my father had practiced avoidance by consuming himself in work and rapidly escalating alcoholism. It felt like he was always asking Maria to bring him another beer, and another, and another. After dinner, he drank Jameson until he sometimes passed out in his chair and I had to shoulder him upstairs to bed. He claimed it was all to take off the edge from work stress, which was steadily mounting for him and his colleagues for some reason. Something about shaky Asian markets and a weakening Baht, whatever that meant.
‘Uncertainty, Champ! That’s the name of the game. Don’t expect you to understand. Just stick with what you’re good at, Son. Attaboy.’
I dreaded going home to them. But I ached to be with Maria again.
My chest panged with love and lust thinking about our housekeeper and her welcoming, smoking hot Asian body. Her smooth brown skin, her adoring, smiling face. Her dark, full lips. Those almond-shaped, brown eyes. Long, lustrous black Pinay hair. Her graceful, skillful hands and short, dark painted nails. The gradual swell of her dusky breasts and her big, gravid belly protruding with wonderful obscenity from her lithe little body. The tuft of dark fur above the swollen, pregnant cunt that was constantly in estrus.
I felt myself harden in my pants again, my big dick craving attention, desperate to be back inside Maria’s supple Asian body. I squirmed some against the cushion of my comfortable seat, seriously entertaining jacking off on the bus. The logistics weren’t favorable. Yeah, I had an empty aisle seat so I could probably get away with it. I could try with my hand in my pocket, but that shit chafed. And where would my cum go? In my fucking pants?
I sighed and reluctantly consigned myself to blue balls and a painful erection for the rest of the ride. I pulled my Walkman headphones up from around my neck and over my ears, cranking the volume as Vincent’s eclectic mixtape started to play again. Track 3, Eminem, who Vin swore was the second coming of rap.
‘...I'm givin' mad love, I'm snugglin' hugs
Strugglin' thugs, smugglin' drugs
Jugglin' jobs, guzzlin' jugs…
Baby, all I wanna do is swallow one or two
Smoke a little bit and follow one of you
Back home when the party ends…’
The fluorescent-lit bustle of late night street vendors swarmed outside rows of closed shop houses, thronged by clusters of revelers gathering from open-air bars and hidden nightclubs. A lurid sea of signage and billboards encroached from building facades and tree fronds on either side, an information overload so garish that it bruised the sliver of night sky above to a dark, otherworldly purple.
As the coach lurched on, the kaleidoscopic decadence of downtown Sukhumvit revealed glimpses of ornate temples, strange gardens, and the distant churn of the Chao Phraya’s stinking, wine-dark waters.
Three days away from Maria was already too long. Going from a perpetually receptive broodmare who was eager to sate all my needs to my disused hand and goopey hotel moisturizer? It was real hard on me. I just couldn’t satisfy myself anymore, not like she could. I’d jacked it maybe three times a day when I was over there, but my big cock had gotten spoiled on Maria’s pregnant mouth and Filipina pussy.
Sitting pathetically on the Shangri-la bathroom toilet seat and trying to be quiet so my roommate wouldn’t hear, my orgasms sucked and barely quieted the hunger. Sometimes they just made it worse. To say I was pent up at this point was an understatement. I was in a serious rut and desperately needed Maria to tame my fucking dick back into some semblance of normalcy.
And it was more than that too. I missed our maid’s closeness and her love. With the silent, depressing hell that my house had become with the dramatic erosion of my parent’s marriage, we were the only thing each other had anymore. I had wanted to call her, to hear her voice and maybe do phone sex or something, but I couldn’t figure out the international number shit from Singapore. The coaches had already let my parents know I’d be back late so it’d be suspicious if I tried to call now.
‘...’Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don't wanna fight
We don't want no one feelin' uptight
’Cause we came here to do this tonight
’Til the morning light…’
Wasn’t much else I could do but wait to be dropped off at Soi 39. So I laid back in the seat and let my mind go dark with thoughts about my broodmare.
With Maria’s gravid belly now significantly larger and more distended – probably the size of a basketball now with our twins – I loved watching our little housekeeper trot around the house. My Filipina’s lower back arched gently to support the weight of the heavily gestating litter I’d put inside of her, pelvis tilted slightly to accommodate her now deeply swollen womb. The graceful, maternal sway of her upper body was a proud, contented rhythm that maintained her equilibrium through the continuing transformation my seed had wrought. Maria’s gait had changed too. Her stance was wider as she carried the weight of our young. The familiar slinky pad and inconspicuous sashay of her walk now had a sexy, noticeably pregnant waddle. Our maid’s steps were more careful and deliberate as she navigated our household with a seriously front-loaded center of gravity on her petite Asian frame. Her hands often pressed against and massaged the small of her back to comfort the aching muscles bearing the extra burden, but usually she was caressing her prominent belly with an instinctual tenderness. With Maria’s housework across our big old villa house more difficult on her now, pauses were longer, the touch on her rounded bump more lingering. Sometimes she had to take a break to catch her breath, but our housekeeper’s dedication to me kept her working so we could stay together as long as possible.
Oh yeah, and she needed to piss all the fucking time.
During the day, Maria wore either the maternity tank tops and shorts I’d gotten for her, or the mommy dresses she’d picked out. Mother didn’t seem to notice or care that our maid was wearing higher-end maternity outfits from Mall 8, just loudly complained snidely to anyone that would listen that Maria was flaunting her pregnancy and rubbing it in our faces no matter what she wore.
By night, it was either teddies, my old shirts, jersey tops, and panties, or nothing at all. I loved admiring her naked body, especially the protruding, watermelon-sized globe of brown flesh that her womb had become; the receptacle of all my desire. Her svelte, 5’0 Asian body accentuated all the changes my insatiable American cock had wrought on her. The roundness of her belly was so deliciously prominent, the curvature pulling my mare’s skin to a tautness that should have made serious stretch marks, but the proud, quietly preening creature she was kept up the regular application of the expensive cocoa butter lotion I bought her, as well as any of my cum that didn’t make it into her hungry cunt or mouth. When viewed from the side, her belly jutted outwards in an irresistibly lewd, rounded fullness that subtly tapered to her popped navel.
Maria’s breasts kept engorging with milk, large shapely udders that were perfectly proportioned to her fertile body with their thick, dark brown teats and large areolas. She was carrying too low for them to rest on the shelf of her belly, which was all the better – I loved their teardrop shapes and long, fat, upturned nipples. I could make her cum just by sucking on them now. Her belly was big enough that it wasn’t easy to see the starving mare cunt underneath the swell of her bloated uterus, but the bestial tangle of thick feminine pubic fur crawling upwards made it clear that it was always waiting for my white horse cock to claim it.
My dick was screaming for attention at this point, throbbing against my uniform shorts with a profane, massive bulge that wet the black fabric with spots of pre. I glanced around again, this time more urgently. Looked like everyone was still asleep except the driver, and he was way up front. I swore under my breath and shucked my Panther’s jacket to cover my lap. I felt so filthy and fucked in the head doing it in the bus, but I couldn’t help myself. I pulled down the elastic of my shorts and let my hard dick rage free, popping a tent under my jacket. I checked around again before spitting into my palm and gripping it around my covered cock, closing my eyes as I finally felt relief. I stroked up and down my big, long shaft, pretending my closed fingers and palm was Maria’s tight cunt as the mixtape switched tracks and ground into my skull through my earphones.
‘...Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands…’
I pumped my cock, imagining Maria riding me, her big belly so full of babies heaving and rocking, hands mauling at her breasts as she gnashed her teeth above me, hissing my name. My palms on either side of her massive gravid bump, holding it as I fucked myself up into her. Feeling our hairy pelvises mash together as I bottomed out against her cervix every time, knocking brutally against the plug of her writhing womb. She’d cry out how she was so full, so full, so full...
‘...Yeeeeeahhhhhhh heeeee's the one who likes all our pretty songs, and he
Likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun, but he
Knows not what it means…”
Knows not what it means…’
“ALRIGHT PANTHERS, RISE AND SHINE!” Coach Venables’ voice crackled over the bus intercom. “We’re about ten minutes away from Soi numero 55, Thong Lor. That’s Royal Garden, Golden Oasis, Emerald Court…”
Ah FUCK!
My eyes went wide as the bus stirred around me and I tried to wrangle my angry, throbbing erection back into my pants before anyone noticed. I kept the jacket over my legs and wiped the glistening pre and saliva from my palm onto the seat, grimacing as my release was stolen from me. More frustrated than ever, I slammed my fist onto the armrest and lamented how I was even worse off than before. My dick was like a steel rod, pulsing wetness against my thigh. I did what I should’ve done earlier and pulled out my Game Boy Pocket to boot up some Super Mario Land.
Stomping goombas and jumping Mario around calmed me into a flaccid, flustered mess, but I wasn’t any less horny. Worse, my tiredness was starting to compete as a biological imperative so I wasn’t even sure I was going to get laid tonight. Might just fall down on the couch or something and miss out on the heaven waiting for me in the maid’s room.
No! Fuck that. I deserved her.
When the coach finally pulled into Soi 39 and stopped in front of the gates of Riverside Haven, it was around 1:44am. I walked in alone through the dimly lit, well manicured streets of the expat compound. Dogs bayed distantly from behind fences as I disturbed the night with my echoing footfalls. Electricity crackled from the oppressive humidity that fucked with the conductors on the poles. Bugs swarmed.
When I got home, my parents weren't waiting for me, as expected. The whole house was quiet and mostly dark, save the usual creepy crawlies that cohabited the place. I dropped my backpack and my suitcase at the foyer and kicked off my shoes. The dining room light was on, but no Maria. Sweetly, she’d left a lemonade and a homemade burrito with chips and salsa for me on the dining room table under a protective metal cloche. I wolfed it all down appreciatively before I went to Maria’s room to find my mate, cock already hardening again in anticipation for what was to come.
The familiar welcoming gloom of the maid’s quarters enveloped me as I slipped inside and shut the door behind me. The fan hummed with its typical ineffectuality against the creeping nocturnal heat and humidity. It smelled faintly like me and Maria inside, soaked into the walls after furtive months of steamy, unbridled sex. A newer scent rising above the heady mix of our sweat and cum was the savory-sweet chocolatey odor of that cocoa butter on Maria’s pregnant skin. My dick hardened more fully, Pavlovian in response to the proximity of my broodmare.
As my eyes further adjusted to the dark, I could see the shape of Maria lying on her bed, sleeping curled up on her side in a pose that was both vulnerable and serene. She was wearing my long Megadeth Raglan-style Countdown to Extinction t-shirt – it fit me perfectly but on her small, skinny frame, it was large enough to cover most of the tan globe of her pregnancy. Still, Maria’s belly was so big and swollen with the twins she was growing for me that the fabric was stretched taut, revealing the brown curve of the underside of her midriff. Her long, silky tan legs were naked, ass covered in a simple pair of black panties. One of the house’s spare pillows was held between Maria’s thighs and knees, easing the strain on her hips and lower back. One hand rested on the dome of her belly, the other curled on the pillow in front of her face.
She looked angelic in repose. Like a pregnant, raven haired Asian goddess or something. I could hear her quiet, regular feminine breath from the bed, her chest gently rising and falling.
Untethered from the demands of my depraved white cock, I could have stared at her for hours. If I was a real good husband, I could've been sweet, like left a rose or something on her pillow to let Maria know I'd been there. But I needed her, bad. I let out a quiet sound as I hooked my thumbs in my uniform shorts waistband and pulled them down along with my boxers, letting my aching dick bounce free and rise to full mast. I stepped out of them and pulled my track top over my head, standing naked before her. It didn't matter how tired I was – my blood was pumping to my dick, my nostrils flared at her scent. I crawled into bed next to my woman and slid my big, toned white body against her back. I grunted softly as my dick, glans already wet with pre, wedged huge and insistently against her ass and covered pussy. I took in her scent, smelling the nape of her neck and her inky mane. I loved to see how her throat was claimed by the little platinum pendant I’d bought her. I pressed my lips against her hot skin, my thumb gently brushing a lock of black hair from her cheek.
Maria stirred a little and shifted as I pressed her against me with a soft sound, feeling the full warmth of her back against my chest. My big cock, sandwiched so obscenely large between the cleft of her little panty-covered ass, throbbed with hunger.
I reached forward and slowly lifted the hem of her t-shirt up and over the roundness of her belly, revealing its gravid curve to the warm air. I let my fingers slide upwards to caress the heavy fullness of her naked breasts, her fat dark brown nipples so engorged. Her teats felt hotter than the rest of her body somehow, like more swollen than I remembered. Soft skin but really hard, like as tight as her belly. They felt so good in my hand. Maria shifted again, moaning softly as she felt my touch, her eyelids fluttering a little. Groggily, slowly coming to a languid awareness, my mare’s hand rose to the side of her belly and her fingers threaded through mine, gently squeezing as I kissed her nape again. She leaned into me, her ass grinding backwards against the welcome feeling of my dick.
"Mm...Carl...you come home..." Maria breathed in her Pinay drawl, voice thick with sleep. Her hand moved up and touched my face, stroking it lovingly. "...I miss you so much, Daddy." She continue to press her little ass into me with gentle playfulness. I grunted softly, letting her feel the hard throb of my desire.
"Yeah, baby," I breathed back. "I missed you too." I gave the side of her throat a lingering kiss. She purred, shifting some to look back at me with sultry content. “You win big race in Singapore?” Maria asked hopefully, her fingertips sliding over my jawline.
I grinned. “Hell yeah, I won! 100 meter. Almost got 200 too.” I didn’t mention that we lost overall. My secret wife’s pretty, sleepy face lit up at the news.
“I know you win! I pray for you win and you do!” She leaned back, shifting her weight to kiss me deep. I made out with her for a while, just tasting her lips, her tongue as our bodies reunited. I caressed her milk-engorged breasts, mauling at them gently to elicit a hot, shuddering moan into my mouth.
I squeezed one of her fat nipples like usual and felt the unexpected drip of moisture over my thumb and index. It was thin, creamy white.
Was that…?
Maria let out a soft gasp that gave way to a quiet, discontented squeal. "Aiiee!" she tsked me tenderly, her hand covering mine to gently lead my wet fingers away. "You no so hard!" she complained. "Sens-i-tieev. They growing more when you gone," Maria said, slowly licking her lips. She looked up at me with a sleepy, but playful smile.
"Milk coming soon," my Filipina broodmare declared, her voice a husky whisper.
Oh god that turned me on.
"Yes, mmm soon, coming." She let out a tired yawn and a cute little grunt, shifting her ass and pelvis to get comfortable again. Maria moved our hands to touch the expanse of her round belly, brown skin tight and warm to the touch. I gave her tan fingers a tender squeeze before I left them, my hand sliding up the underside of her bump and across her breasts again. I kissed the side of her throat. "Can we..."
"Yes," she murmured back, shifting slowly in place to get on all fours. Her big belly swung and wobbled obscenely beneath her, so sexily prominent on her lithe body. "We fuck." She grinned back at me, knowing she was turning me on so much with her pregnancy.
I got up on my knees and positioned myself behind her, my dick like a length of steel pipe.
"Mffuck yeah," I murmured, gripping the sides of her panties.
Maria wiggled her ass invitingly, smiling with her big dark eyes as I worked my thumbs into the band of her panties and she arched her back further. The underside of her heavy, round, pregnant belly swung and hung beneath her along with her covered breasts.
"Mmmm," she moaned softly, biting her lip.
I pulled off her panties, revealing her cunt and ass to the night. Her thick, wild black pubic fur framed her swollen brown pussy lips, her tiny puckered asshole teasing me above. Maria looked so damn sexy like that, the weight of her belly swinging distended, absolutely bloated between her legs. The way she was presenting herself and arching her back made the underside of her big round belly jut out so far, her skin so tight. My mare's navel popped out a good ways from the stretched tightness of her womb. I could barely see her faint linea nigra run from the top of her tangle of pubes over the expanse of her abdomen.
I groaned as I stroked myself and lined my glans up against the warm, wet folds of her pussy, watching it slide against her brown lips, rubbing and pushing.
"AAaauunnhhh…fhhaaaakkk!" Maria squealed as the huge tip of my dick pushed into her tight entrance. I loved how her puffy, hairy Asian cunt always stretched and widened so lewdly for my horse cock. I felt her shudder as her pussy gripped and sucked me deeper.
She gasped, throwing her head back as I bottomed out inside her. "Ooohhh, Gott, you so big! So big, I miss you diiick so baaad Da-ddy!"
I grabbed my Asian slut by the waist and pulled her sexy ass back against me, feeling her round, fertile belly heave and swing from the movement. Her pussy squeezed my dick in a desperate, needy vise. I hissed through gritted teeth.
"Oh, fuck, Maria, your pussy's so fuckin’ good!"
I started pumping my dick in and out of her, my pelvis banging against the underside of her huge belly with squishing, heavy slaps. She was so wet. Maria moaned softly, eyes closing, biting her lower lip. I fucked her so deep, the bed creaking rhythmically as the force of our rutting shook her heavy, round belly. I leaned down and gripped the sides of her heaving, distended stomach with both hands as I pistoned into her, groaning out through my gritted teeth at the sensation. In a moment of absolute depravity, I felt her skin ripple and squirm under my palms. Our offspring writhing in her womb.
Maria cried out in a helpless moan, feeling her children stir while we fucked. It was so wicked. So perverted. It made my cock hard as steel. She was so full of my children, such a fucking broodmare now.
"Shit, you're so fucking pregnant, so fuckin' hot, UNFFff," I grunted, my right hand sliding from the underside of her belly to lift her shirt up and grasp one of her fat, swaying teats. Her luminous crucifix chain tinked and twisted between her teats. I started pumping her deeper, faster. Maria squealed as I mauled her breast and crushed a bloated nipple between my thumb and index. Another hard squeeze and I felt something totally unexpected. A spurt of liquid.
I stopped for a moment, buried deep inside her with eyes wide. My digits and palm were covered in whitish milk.
"Oh shit, Maria..." I breathed.
"NnnNNnn..." Maria whined, her voice trembling, her pussy still quivering around my dick. "Sorry, sorry, sorry...it coming..."
Her nipple was squirting white droplets all over my fingers.
"Holy shit," I whispered, giving the globe of her breast another tight squeeze, making more pale liquid splatter across my fingers and her sheets as I pumped into her, my dick growing even harder, even larger at this delicious new development. As I milked her like a fucking Mindanao farm beast, Maria came over and over again, shrieking out into her pillow as she thrashed, her belly heaving and swinging and dragging on the bed. Her pussy gushed. I fucked her through her orgasm, her cunt convulsing around me, gripping me tighter, wetter. I grunted as I bottomed out, jamming myself against the barrier of her bloated cervix. I pressed my tightly muscled chest over her feminine back and grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezing and kneading them as they sprayed with her Filipina mother's milk. It was so perverse. So fucking hot.
Maria could only let out a long, low animalistic moan that filled the room, her eyes rolling back into her head.
My pelvis hammered against her tight, pregnant ass and the furry underside of her huge swinging belly. It slapped and clapped wetly, loudly, as I mauled her leaking, spurting tits.
"Mmm! Mm!" Maria squealed, biting her lip as I fucked her, the force of my thrusts driving her up the bed. "Fuck me like I you mare with you horse diick...!"
Ugh, god her saying that bestial shit really turned me on. Couldn't believe she was so sick. So into it. Into me.
Maria's pussy was like a wet, silken vice. Hot. Slick. Tight. The pressure was incredible; my big white cock felt so good being gripped by her heavily pregnant Asian pussy.
"Ugh! FUCK!" I grunted, squeezing her fat tits and milking her mercilessly as my balls churned and I came, hard. I felt my hot jizz jet out and fill her insides, painting the entrance to her womb and filling her canal. I groaned and grunted, bucking against my mare as I drained myself, her cunt squeezing out every last drop.
When we were done, I fell onto the bed and spooned Maria from behind, my chest and stomach pressed against her back, my dick still plugged thick and deep inside her. My arms wrapped around our housekeeper and I kissed her neck and jaw, my hands gently caressing the underside of her big, round belly, the weight and warmth of her pregnant form a soothing presence against me. Maria turned her head to face me, her hand touching my face lovingly, fingers running through my hair. We shared a soft, tender kiss.
"I fuckin’ love you, Maria," I murmured.
She smiled, her eyes half-closed, tired.
"I love you too, Carl," she replied, her digits sliding down and caressing the side of her huge pregnant belly, the skin so taut and stretched. "Love you so much, so much," she whispered again. “Kahit anong mangyari, ikaw pa rin ang nais kong makasama habang buhay...”
I rested my head back and closed my eyes. Just for a moment, to enjoy our closeness.
****
I woke with the incessant ringing of our housekeeper's alarm clock and the morning light outlining her door with its glow. Maria was sleeping beside me, naked save for my long Megadeth shirt that draped over the curve of her belly, barely covering the underside and tops of her thighs. Her long, black hair fanned out over the pillow she’d hogged.
Dawning situational awareness had my brain screaming. Oh shit...! I fucking fell asleep in the maid's room!
I started panicking. I needed to get the fuck out and back to my room before my parents caught me. Maria was shifting lightly against me as the alarm faded. She felt so good, smelt so good. Despite the urgency of my escape, my already semi-hard cock stirred and started to stiffen even more against her naked ass as I admired her body. My secret slut looked so fucking gorgeous, laying there like that. Thoroughly impregnated. I was helpless as I hardened fully. I hadn’t had her in so long and last night’s fuck wasn’t enough, not nearly enough to satisfy me.
I started rationalizing with myself, like it was 5am – no way my parents could be up that early, right? Right? The thought process became increasingly lost to lust as I felt myself trying to fit inside Maria anyway, the head of my huge dick probing, beastlike, trying to find the entrance to its mate's female cunt. My dick strained and pushed persistently at her ass, finally finding her hairy pussy, still moist with the barely-dried juices from a few hours before.
The precum I’d started drooling did the rest and I let out a long groan and slowly pushed my hips forward, easing the tumescent morning wood of my horse cock into her pussy.
I felt Maria's pregnant cunt stretch and widen, yielding fleshily to my big cockhead inside her. Her pussy felt even hotter and tighter than last night. It was like her body had gotten used to my absence, and she needed me inside her. To be filled. To be serviced.
Maria stirred, moaning softly as she woke up. "Mmmph...nnghhh...what..." she breathed. Her eyes flew open as she realized that I was still here. And inside her.
"Carl! What you doing!?" She tried to decouple from me, but my dick was buried deep and her belly was so big and heavy now that it made it hard for her to move. "You need...unff...GO! NEED...nngh...LEAVE!" she hissed through her teeth.
"C’mon please," I groaned, pulling out a little and then bucking my hips forward, my big, toned white chest pressed against her back.
"You like dog, you like animal!" our maid accused me with a glare, trying to squirm away. "Sir-maadam find us!!"
"Shh...it's alright," I whispered, murmuring against Maria’s nape as I pushed myself fully inside her, my arms wrapping around her svelte body to gently cup and fondle her round, gravid abdomen. I could feel my unborn children shifting and kicking within her as they woke up, rippling the skin under my palm as I stroked it lovingly up and down the gravid, stretched dome. Letting them know their teenage father was here. "Shhh...I'll leave. But I need this first..." I breathed.
"Hhhaaaaaauunnnghhh," Maria whined, a shudder going through her body. She arched her back and closed her eyes, her pussy gripping me so tight. I groaned and started thrusting, slow at first.
"Nnnghhhhh! Oh Gottttt!" Maria hissed.
I picked up the pace and started to rut her in earnest. Our babies were restless beneath Maria's hot brown skin so sexily, so grotesquely. Kicking hard.
"Nnn..." Maria whined, her hand coming to her belly, sliding over my own and lacing our fingers together, trying to quiet our young as we fucked. She murmured something to them in sweet, cooing Tagalog.
Her walls gripped me, sucking me in more deeply, her motherly body betraying her desire as her words trailed into womanly grunts.
I started thrusting, pumping her full of my huge white horse cock. My swollen balls were still backed up with days of unused adolescent jizz, so heavy, slapping and banging against her brown, hairy Pinay pussy lips.
"NnnnNNN!" Maria mewled softly, her eyes squeezing shut as I fucked her, my pelvis clapping and slapping against her ass. The bed creaked with the motion. "CaaRRRL!" She bit her lip, her voice hitching, whimpering as she tried to fight her orgasm. She gripped my arm, hard. Her pregnant pussy quivered and gushed wetly, her cunt sucking and milking my cock with such a desperate, needy grip.
"Haaaunnnnnnnggggghhh!" she cried out in a low moan, biting her pillow and thrashing, her big pregnant belly wobbling and heaving with her. "NnnNNGHH!" she gasped. Milk began to leak in little spurts from her fat teats, staining her shirt and dripping down her bloated stomach.
I kept pounding her, thrusting, fucking her pregnant pussy. It was so good. So warm. So wet. So tight. Her belly was so huge and round, laying there sideways on the bed, so vulgar in its fleshy, globular enormity, wobbling and swaying from my brutal, bestial fucking. I was like an animal in heat, rutting her, fucking her.
I felt the pressure building in my balls. "Nnnngggghhhh," I strained, thrusting faster, harder, deeper.
I grunted over and over, burying my huge cock inside her tight cunt, feeling her pregnant belly press against my abdomen. My balls were so heavy and swollen, so full. I felt her furry cunt gush and squirt as she came, her pregnant pussy gripping me, squeezing out another load.
"Oh, fuck," I gasped, gritting my teeth, absolutely flooding her with pulse after pulse of cum.
When I was done, we were both sweating and panting. I kissed her throat, her cheek, and tried to go for her lips but she just glared. She was really annoyed that I wasn't being careful.
“Ttttkkk,” Maria clucked at me, putting a hand on my strong chest to softly but insistently push me off, wincing as her pussy lips stretched and gaped, spilling out so much seed as I popped free.
"Shit, Maria. It felt so fucking good, though," I replied, going in for another kiss.
She met my lips with a tight frown, crossing her arms under her big, pregnant tits as she grunted and hefted her belly to sit upright. Her shirt was soaked with milk and sweat, her hair matted tangle. A well-fucked, irritable, sexy little mess.
"Okay, okay, okay," I said, putting my hands up. "I'm sorry."
"Now you done! You GO!" Maria hissed at me, glaring, her eyes narrow and her eyebrows knitted. "It mor-ning, Carl! If Sir-Maadam find us, we in big, big trouble!"
I felt real bad as I pulled back on my Track shirt and hunted around for my boxers. I froze when I heard my mother's voice from the dining room.
"Marieeeaaah?"
"Maria!?? I want my morning coffee, Maria, where are you?"
Holy fucking SHIT Mother was up early.
"GO!" Maria whispered frantically, eyes wide and terrified. "GO!"
I shook my head, wearing a similar expression. She'd definitely see me if I left now.
There were some demanding raps on Maria's door. "Maria? Are you still in bed? I want a Café au Lait Brûlée. And the damn aircon isn't working and I couldn’t sleep. Use your Thai and call someone to fix it!"
Fucking unbelievable.
"Yes, Maadam," Maria replied, her voice strained. "Moment, please!"
I hoped to god that Mom couldn't smell the reeking sex through the door. I heard her sigh and then walk away.
"You go now!" Maria hissed, gesturing angrily at me.
"Shit," I whispered, my heart beating hard. "Okay, okay, calm down."
I turned back to Maria, who was wiping the mess of cum and juices from her hairy, well-stretched cunt with the bedding, but my seed just kept oozing out. Eventually she gave up and just pulled her panties back into place with a frown, letting them soak. Maria looked miserable as she stripped her top to put on her usual polo uniform and shorts, her milk-swollen tits swinging, round belly jiggling ponderously as she tried to hurry. Our housekeeper grunted as she pulled her hair into her usual work topknot.
I found my boxers and put them back on, then my shorts before I went to her door and quietly unlocked it, opening it just a crack and peeking out. My mother was probably in the living room, languishing as usual. I didn't see her in the kitchen.
"You GO!" Maria repeated in an angry hiss, pointing.
I nodded, then turned and gave her a quick kiss. She was so hot, pregnant and angry, standing there, her big, long nipples pushing against the polo stiffly. My dick started to harden again as I lingered, shaft and glans a thick, vulgar outline in my sports shorts. Maria stared at it in disbelief, then at my face and back down as it tented and gave it a good, hard smack.
"Oww!" I gasped, shrinking back and putting my hand over my dick protectively. “What was that for??”
"That for be so bad!" Maria hissed, putting her hands on her wide hips. "You dick too like animal!" She raised her hand like she was going to hit me again.
"Okay, okay! Damn, Maria. Shit," I groused.
I turned and carefully opened the door, peering out. The coast seemed clear. Just needed to get back up to my room without Mother noticing. Or make up some dumbass excuse if she did and hope she didn’t notice that I reeked of Filipina pussy and cum.
As I made my escape, I saw Maria watching me from the door with a still-annoyed but loving expression.
I made it back to the safety of my room and flopped onto the mattress on my back, folding my hands behind my head. It was really good to be home. I was still horny though, mostly from the perverse thrill of almost getting caught. I felt bad that Maria was pissed, but the feeling of that sick high made me rock hard again, just like it always had when I’d fucked around in the early days of her pregnancy – stealing kisses, squeezing her ass; groping her pussy and fingering her in the halls. But we’d never gotten this close to being discovered.
I contemplated feigning illness so I could stay home and just fuck Maria all day to find my sexual equilibrium again, but who knew if Mother would be haunting the house today, as she did more and more frequently. I lay there trying to rest, drifting in and out of sleep until my own alarm got me up and into the shower.
I was grateful to wash off the travel grime and dried love juices caked on my shaft, pubes, thighs and abs. I looked down at my big semi-hard cock and sighed. I considered pounding one out in the shower just so I could go through the school day with my dick mostly tamed, but after I pumped it a few times with soap for lube, it wasn’t doing it for me. I’d just have to monk it, you know, like Shaolin, Kung-Fu tranquil thoughts and shit. Or at least baggier pants to hide my fucking boner.
I got into my black Panthers polo and some tan cargo pants, along with my Airwalks, Walkman headset around my neck. I wished like hell that this wasn’t Monday and I didn’t have to drag my ass to school after IASAS as I trudged down the stairs.
In the dining room, my parents were at the breakfast table again, facing off like two hateful, ideologically opposed nuclear powers in absolute silence.
“Hey Champ,” Dad said, deep in his newspaper again. “How was practice?”
“Championship,” I corrected him, checking around for Maria. My mother was staring off into space, sipping her coffee, either deep in thought or gripped by another bout of paranoid schizophrenia.
“I won the 100 meter,” I said proudly, lifting the medal I held down at my side, “Got silver in the 200.”
That actually got my father to lower his Bangkok Post and my mother to snap out of her morning psychosis. “Oh, well, isn’t that something!” Mother smiled, a rare, warm thing. “Very well done, Carl, I’m sure the Foundation mothers will love to hear about this.”
“Y’know, I was quite the swimmer back when I was your age,” Dad mused, holding out his hand to inspect the gold disk. “Had a race car body like you too. I won the city, all the way up to the state level, and I got so many trophies that Pop-Pop –”
“–That Pop-Pop turned all your trophies into lamps, yeah you told me,” I said, unhappy that he had to turn this into something all about him, as usual. I took the medal back and put it away with a dejected frown.
My mother, unable to control her Machiavellian instincts, brusquely pushed my father’s folksy commentary aside and launched into another avenue of meddling in my future. The possibility of a sports scholarship offsetting my vastly improved but still less-than-stellar GPA. I weathered her incessant scheming as I hunched over and tried to eat my breakfast.
“Ruth, just give it a rest,” Dad eventually sighed from behind his paper. “He’s not ever going to be an Olympic sprinter, dear.”
“And you would know that how?” Mother spat back at him, less defending me than attacking him for interfering. “Don’t be bitter because of the tendinitis that ended your swimming dreams and transformed you into the bloviating, corpulent philanderer you are today!”
“Are you drunk again, Ruth?" Dad began, anger creeping into his voice. "Are you –”
As the two of them started to scream at each other, I numbly secured my earphones over my skull and thumbed my Walkman to drown out their latest fight.
‘…Day after day (Your home life's a wreck)
The powers that be just breathe down your neck
You get no respect (You get no relief)
You gotta speak up and yell out your piece…’
I didn’t eat much as my parents fought each other across the table, silently excusing myself to retreat into the kitchen as their marital disintegration reached a fever pitch. Maria was there, bustling around the kitchen. She'd since changed into a pale yellow maternity dress and a floral-patterned apron, probably after serving my mother at the crack of dawn. Her long black hair was managed into a simple braid.
I pulled down my earphones and stopped the track as I stood there watching her. She was humming some melodic tune I didn’t know, murmuring something in Tagalog to our offspring. Our housekeeper didn't notice me at first, sauntering around with her large belly protruding against the apron, a hand resting atop. The mid-thigh length dress had a scoop neck, accentuating her full, milk-filled Asian breasts and her long, slender brown neck. Her skin was so rich, like brown coffee creamer.
And fuuuuck her belly looked so fucking big and lewd as she waddled. So obscene. So gravid and distended under that apron, like a true rural Asian wife.
I felt my cock starting to thicken.
Maria was moving a lot slower now, more deliberately as she transferred dirty dishes to the sink. Her swollen pregnancy was pressing down against the counter and stretching out the apron, so big and round and bloated. Her back turned to me as she cleaned the dishes, I stared at the vague impression of her tight little Filipina bubble butt under the dress. My dick started throbbing to full hardness at the sight of her tantalizingly expecting body.
I couldn't stand it anymore. Temporary insanity blanked out my better judgment as my stupid, insatiable lizard brain asserted control and my basest instincts took over. I stalked up to Maria and, like the first time, ground my big white cock insistently into her ass, my hands firm and dominant on her hips.
"Carl!" she gasped, trying to twist away, but I was far too strong and she was way too pregnant. Her resistance turned into a quiet squirm. My parents were right in the next room, still fighting. Maria was terrified.
"Please, noo...please, Carl," she whined softly. “Tonight! Tonight!”
"Nnnghhhh," I grunted, grinding harder; deeper – the friction against my long shaft and cockhead so delicious.
"Ahhh, no...Carl...!" my Mare hissed, “...not NOW!”
My parents were still screaming in the dining room, drowning out my heavy breathing and her soft protests. I started hiking up her dress from the back as I pinned her against the kitchen counter. Plates clattered as she braced herself on her hands and elbows.
"Oh, no..." she whispered, closing her eyes, biting her lip, "No, no, nouuuuuu..."
I reached under my mare’s dress and felt the soaked crotch of her panties covering her engorged sex. I yanked them down and worked my belt buckle and fly with one hand, the other holding her firm. I felt that crazy thrill again of being on the knife’s edge of being caught. My world was so unreal and fucked up – my parents relationship imploding, me impregnating our housekeeper and falling in love with her. This was the only thing that made me happy, that made sense.
Maria gasped as I roughly spread her legs apart to accommodate me with my knees and penetrated the wetness of her hairy, needy Asian cunt with the throbbing mushroom head of my huge white shaft.
"NnnnnNNN!" Maria let out a strangled moan, trying to be quiet, her eyes watering as she looked back at me helplessly, like I was about to ruin everything. "Ahhhh, Carl...please..."
I panted in her ear as I leaned in. “Just a lil’ bit Maria…just be quiet…”
"Noooo..." Maria shook her head, her mouth open, whimpering softly as I fed my huge, white, teenage cock deeper into her pregnant Filipina pussy. Her ass was so smooth and tight, her hips flared out perfectly from her petite body to support her gravid womb.
"Carl, no, no, no...ahhh...not here..." Maria whispered, "Not here, please..."
"Mmm," I groaned, grabbing her hips firmly and pumping her pussy. Her 6-month pregnant belly wobbled deliciously from the motion, the dress hiking up over her ass, panties around her thighs, her big, round tits straining with her long, thick nipples digging against the fabric.
"Carl, stop...nnnNNNgh!" she mewled. "Please, stooop...you need stoooohhhp…!" she begged.
"Nnnnnnnnnghhh," I growled, pumping her hard, fucking her. I was already getting close. The danger of being caught, the insanity of doing it with my parents fighting just outside the kitchen, it was such wicked, filthy pleasure.
I heard glass break in the other room as the fight between my parents intensified.
"Haaa...aaahhh...hnnnngh!" she groaned and squirmed, body trembling, bump heaving as it pressed and rubbed up against the counter. She rolled her head back, gritting her teeth as she tried to stay quiet amidst all the pleasure I was giving her. I reached to the neckline of her dress and pulled it down with a tearing sound of fabric at the seams to let her right breast free. It flopped out taut and engorged, dark brown teat stiff and fat, dripping milk onto the dishes in the sink, the countertop, and the apron covering her bump as it swayed. I reached under her and groped her full tit, squeezing her breast and nipple to spurt out more of the creamy liquid as I pounded her from behind.
"Ohhh...nnnNNGH! CARL!!" Maria wailed softly, biting her lip to keep from screaming, her eyes squeezed shut. She started panting, her pussy quivering as I continued to fuck her. Her pregnant, Filipina cunt was so tight and hot.
"Unnngh, fuck!" I snarled, pushing her down on the counter, pinning her, pounding her as I mauled her milky brown breast. Her furry mare pussy clenched around me as she orgasmed hard, her leaking tits swaying, glossy black hair hanging out of her braid.
I groaned and came like a geyser inside her, like a fucking horse.
We leaned there heavily against each other, panting, the sound of our harsh breathing filling the air. Maria's pregnant belly was pressed into the countertop, the hem of her dress still up over her wide hips, her soaked, cum-dripping pussy exposed, panties tangled around her thighs. My cock was still embedded deep inside her, pulsing now and again as she weakly spasmed around my huge length.
I could hear my parents finally winding down. Sanity prevailed as the heavy fog of desire cleared and I quickly pulled out with a gush of seed.
Maria let out a deep sigh and started to straighten her dress, putting her hanging, naked breast back inside and shimmying up her panties. Her eyes were distant, gaze lowered as I pulled up my pants and stuffed myself back in.
My Filipina slut looked exhausted and beaten down, but still so hot, so pregnant, so full of my seed. Her left breast had a wet spot where she’d lactated through her dress, sweat beaded on her brow and cheeks. Our maid stared at me with hot eyes brimming of shame, even betrayal, along with the undeniable heat of quiet, simmering desire.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I murmured, realizing I’d just been a fucking asshole to her. “I really can’t help it…I just missed you so bad…”
Maria frowned deeply, her face flushed, her breath hot. She glared at me with conflicting emotion, her whisper a sharp edge. “You no do again, you pro-mise?”
“Yeah, I promise,” I winced quietly. “Please don’t be mad.”
Maria frowned even more. She was clearly pissed, way more than earlier, but she somehow still loved me, even if I had betrayed her trust by fucking her so brazenly.
“You a man, my man but sometime you still like boy. Kailangan mong lumaki, ah?”
"I know," I said, my face burning, my voice low.
"Carl, you go now. Go school."
She leaned in close and gave me a kiss, a passionate one, full of tongue. I eagerly reciprocated, loving the feel of her big, hard belly pressing into me.
“MARIA!” my mother called shrilly, her voice traveling. “Maria are you deaf? I need you to get your stupid pregnant ass out here and help clean up this glass before I step on it!”
My mother stormed into the kitchen just a few seconds after we wrenched away from one another. Mom's eyes were wild, hair mussed, face still red.
"What is taking you so long?" she snapped at Maria.
Maria glanced at me, then down at the floor. "Moment, Madaam. Sorry, moment."
Mother gave us a strange, lingering look for a few long, uncomfortable seconds, but then moved on from whatever thought process she had with an insistent huff.
“Well, hurry up!” she said through her teeth. “And you, stupid boy, go to school.”
I nodded detachedly. My mother stormed off and our housekeeper went to fetch the broom and dustpan, waddling a little bowlegged from our risky fuck. She kissed my cheek before she followed in her employer’s wake, stiffening at the threshold to the door as a thick trickle of cum oozed down her inner thigh and down the side of her calf.
I put my earphones back on and went to grab my backpack. Ready to ride the Barge of the Dead and rejoin all the other lost souls at my preppy-ass international high school.
‘…So back off your rules, back off the jive
'Cause I'm sick of not living to stay alive
Leave me alone, askin' a lot
I don't wanna be controlled
That’s all I waaant
That’s all I waaaaaaaaant
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya!’
Comments
JPEndymion
Why would Carl do the dumb thing and bring his perfectly fine mare back to the stable that produced his massive nag of a mother?
Depravio
Mother definitely needed a long stay in a "rehabilitation retreat".
Crissillis
His mother is a nightmare and I feel for his dad I hope Carl can go to America and take Maria with him.~ ;~;
