Yor's hands gently led little Jordan into the bathroom, urging the young boy with soft pushes from behind. "I'll be right here to help you," Yor said, trying her best to commit with doting attention to the new 'adoptee' in the family. The circumstances around bringing a young black boy into the family were still a bit lost on her, something that Yor had simply placed her trust in Loid in, but giving Anya a sibling was surely going to make the family a lot smoother. Acting as his new mother and working to keep up the family dynamics and steadiness within, she asked Jordan if there was anything he'd want her to help him do, and he asked if she could help give him a bath. Simple enough. Easy. She drew the bathwater and prepared everything for him, inviting him along with her into the room.
"Thanks," Jordan said, looking at the tub and the hot steam billowing off of it. "At the orphanage, we didn't get very hot baths. I usually had to take a cold one, or take shower with some of the other boys."
"Here, you will have all the baths you want," she said, soft and encouraging. "We're going to take good care of you here, Jordan." Yor was happy to stand over him, to give this boy some much needed affection. From what she'd understood--even if it was all a lie--Anya was Loid's daughter, a girl who had grown up in a loving home. As a war orphan herself, she placed a lot on trying to help her newly adopted son experience the love and affection a parent was meant to give, and a bath seemed a good way to bond with him. "Do you want me to join you right away, or do you want room to sit in the water first and get used to it? There's plenty of room."
"I can go in first," Jordan said, staring to push his clothes off. It was all going normally, and Yor was happy to go along with all of this, right up until Jordan dropped his pants, and the boy revealed a cock with many more inches than his body had years on it, provoking a wild gasp from the woman. Yor hadn't meant to look down there, but there was so much to it that she couldn't help herself, and her shriek caught him by surprise. "The nuns at the orphanage made the same sound," he said, cheeks lighting up. "I'm going to have sex with you like I did with them, right?"
"Excuse me?" Yor spat out. "That's not--I'm your mother, please, that's--get into the bath, Jordan." Her breath raced as she turned away from him, body tightening up through the shame and the weirdness now surging across her. Yor knew that black men were said to have bigger cocks, but she couldn't have ever imagined that applying to black boys, too. Yet there her adopted son was with the biggest cock she'd ever seen, and he'd just asked if she was going to have sex with him, making her wonder what happened at the orphanage.
Turning back around only once the splashing of water died down, Yor took a breath and steadied herself. Jordan was in the water now, and she worked on preparing him a washcloth. "Is there something you'd like to talk about?" Yor asked. "About the nuns at the orphanage, in particular."
"At night they would come into my bed and ask me to have sex with them. They said a black boy like me would grow up to be stud one day, and told me they couldn't help themselves. All the nuns were 'addicted to BBC', they told me." Jordan said it all like it was no big deal, holding calm and relaxed as he accepted the cloth and began to wash his arms. "Is that weird?"
Yor bit her lip, on one knee by the tub and feeling herself in a weird, shaky place. She tried not to look at Jordan's cock, but the head poked up out of the water and she found herself enthralled and ashamed. It made no sense to her. None of it. Not his size, not his story about the nuns, not the fact that he spoke so casually about all of it. "That's not what happens here," she said. "This family isn't like that."
Jordan let out a sigh. "But you're really pretty, mom, I was hoping you'd suck my cock, too." An exasperated noise spilled out of Yor, and Jordan took the opportunity with a free hand to reach for her tits, groping her through her red sweater. "You look even better than the nuns do! That's why I wanted to take a bath with you. So I could see you naked and we could fuck. None of the nuns have boobs like you do, so please, mommy, can we have sex?" He lifted his hips up a bit, cock rising from the water. "You can start by washing me with the cloth!"
The soapy washcloth was pushed into Yor's hand, and she found herself embarrassed and stifled, left without much choice in the matter as the words all built beyond sense and she was imposed upon like this. She acted without thinking, reaching with the cloth to the head of Jordan's cock and starting to rub her hand along it, soaping his dick up with a tight grip around the girthiest dick she'd ever seen. Why was she? Her hand moved before she could think about it, but as it settled in for hr what she was doing, he throbbed hard in her hand and her squeaks of shock came with the clenching of her thighs in together. The arousal hit her in waves she was unprepared for, trembling in panic and disgust at herself as she continued every stroke.
"Undress and get in the water with me, mommy," said Jordan. There was an edge of something knowingly, shamelessly teasing about the way he said 'mommy', like he was trying to string her along with it. But it made Yor tremble harder as her hand stroked down along his cock, rubbing more of his dick, her hand giving in with overbearing excitement to the sheer loss and madness taking her. "You should wash me with your boobs."
Nothing about what Jordan said was even the slightest bit reasonable, and any answer Yor should have given was firm and shut down this nonsense. She needed to be sane about this. Needed to be smart. Instead, she began to undress. She had no idea why, but her sweater came away, then her tights. She peeled off each piece of clothing bit by bit, freeing her tits for Jordan to grab hold of, rubbing his soapy hands all over them, lathering them up for a titfuck that she found herself forced to give in to. As she climbed into the bathtub, Yor found herself being ordered around by a boy a fraction of her age, the shuddering shame and the embarrassment she was forced to give up to. This made so little sense to Yor, but she was dragged in to it, getting into the water and finding Jordan sliding his dick right in between her tits, getting to work at the greed and the pressure of going right for this wicked lust.
"You can't tell your father," gasped Yor, which felt like an absolutely mad angle on her priorities as this young black boy got to fucking her tits. Her black son was rubbing his huge cock between her tits and she didn't know what to think about all of it, except to sink lower, grasping her breasts and starting them along his cock properly, sliding down lower and feeling his cock rub against her chin, up higher still, reaching toward her lips as she eased her way into this utter madness.
"Of course I won't tell him. It's our secret, mommy. I've always wanted a mommy I could love." He smiled, thrusting up into her cleavage and complementing the motions of her tits. "You're such a pretty lady and I really like you." Jordan moved like he'd had many titfucks before, like he knew what he was doing. It made Yor all the dizzier, her head spinning through the confusion and the madness of giving up to this. She hadn't the slightest clue what to do with it, faced with a growing embarrassment that burned across her hotter. She was in such a weird place trying to make sense now of it, the crushing worries and shame of having Jordan rubbing up on her, his attentions wearing her down, inviting her into the depths of something that made Yor's head spiral out of control.
Fingers tangled into her long, black hair. Jordan's cock was pressed up against her cheek now, flaunting how big he was, how much more dick there was than she could titfuck. Her lips parted at the sensation of fingers tightening on her scalp, an almost automatic response that made her sink into compliant joy as Jordan rammed her down onto his dick. He forced his way up into her throat while feverishly fucking her tits, making Yor sputter and struggle. "Gluk gluk gluk," Yor went on her son's cock, her eyes rolling back in her head as the weight of his cock really sank in. Jordan laughed his way through tugging on her hair harder, forcing her down and reveling in the control he held over this situation, the sweet urgency and the passion of craving only more of this. There felt like nothing that Yor could do to make sense now of just how readily she was falling apart,
The water splashed about in the midst of messy panic, Yor awestruck at the urgency that Jordan threw himself into this with, fucking her face and her tits at once, making her choke on his oversized little boy dick and melting her into gooey embarrassment. The shame was so simple to fall in to, the crushing worries inviting her to falter more and more obsessively. It didn't make much sense to her, but it all felt so remarkable that that stopped mattering. The huge cock in her mouth and in her cleavage wore at Yor, made her head spin, made it simple to consider the pleasures and to melt under temptation. Black cock was so big that even this young boy had a cock that could make her knees weak; what hope did she have of holding it together now? She was falling apart, giving in to the sweeping passion and allowing the pressures to tear her thoughts to pieces.
"Suck it down, mommy. I want you to drink all of my cum. I can tell you've never fucked a black boy before but I promise I'll be really good to you, I'll love you so much. I want my mommy to enjoy being playing with me." His bold proclamations made Yor's moral core crumble, obsession wearing her down and her thoughts falling into beautiful madness as she gave in to the full depths of passion. She accepted all of it and let the pleasure consume her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she abandoned dignity, abandoned goodness, and sucked her little son's huge cock dry, spit bubbling around her lips and her body shuddering in pure obsession. Jordan let loose hot spurts of cum directly down her throat, and she swallowed it all down, shuddering, lost, unable to breathe but guzzling jizz like it was all she could think about.
And liking it.
Jordan let go of her hair and finally she was able to yank back, sucking down a panicked breath, drool falling from her lips. Yor looked at him in awe, left unable to believe this was happening but filled with a sense of utter desperation. "Fuck mommy deep, be a good boy." The words coming out of her were maddening, and she found it impossible now to handle the deep insistence dragging her to fall apart. Shamelessly, Jordan groped her body, grabbing her plump tits, and she found herself melting deeper. "Do you like mommy's boobs?" she asked.
"I do," he said, "but I want to fuck you from behind and see that big butt, too."
Yor should not have given anything to him. It felt maddening to even consider letting this little boy fuck her, but she stared down at his cock, tasting it lingering on her lips, and she knew she had no choice. Turning around, she stuck her ass out toward him, shuddering. "Mommy needs to take care of her boy. Needs to make you a man. Please, use mommy's pussy, do whatever you want to me." That she could say such a thing was insane, but with her round ass wiggling in Jordan's face and her body surrendering fully, she was ready to lose herself and to break.
Seizing hold of Yor's hips, Jordan threw himself into her from behind, driving his oversized dick forward and ramming as deep into his mom's pussy as he could with his first stroke, filling up Yor like she had never been filled before. So much cock stuffing into her, stretching her, making her holler in pure embarrassment and panic. She had no idea how to manage the urgency behind all of it now, feelings of confusion and worry swirling through her thoughts and inviting her into a strange place. It made Yor clutch the edge of the tub, struggling and shivering through some senseless woe and panic of something she was doomed to give in to, faltering under the weight of these sensations and wondering how she could handle this now. It was all just too fucking much, the invitation into burning heat and crushing shames she was going to need to give in to.
"Fuck me!" she gasped, feeling the wild bursts of aggression and thrusts starting in on the pressure and the persistence of going for broke. Powerful slams forward carried Jordan to let himself go, blistering speed and aggression sending him into a fit of wicked shamelessness. He wanted to go all out on her, throwing himself forward in a careless burst of obsession and need, hungry beyond sense and finding himself craving the opportunity to lose himself. There was nothing he could do but let utterly go, giving in with unstoppable pleasure to these weird excitements, finding himself eager to let go of all restraint.
Jordan wanted to go all out in pounding into her, greedily slamming away at her tight hole, which opened up for his touch, growing slicker and shakier as he pressed with all he had into the pleasure awaiting him. Passion sent him spiraling, the urgency and the hunger making this all feel so fucking good. "You feel so good, mommy!" Clutching her cheeks and groping them, he let his thrusts carry forward in burning swells of spectacle and excitement, driven by an overbearing need to see how far he could take this and to really throw himself into the deep end. This was his best chance at losing himself fully to all of this, going for the deepest reaches of pleasure and seeking the senseless joy of letting go. "We're going to have sex all the time now."
"All the time," she whined, her eyes rolling back. Black cock did things to her. She couldn't believe that it could, but her head was spinning harder, moans of pure joy spilling from her lips. "I'm such a bad wife. I'm cheating on my husband with our son!" Yor was falling to pieces, confronted with pleasure too grand to resist and so maddening that she was desperate only to keep giving up. It was just what she needed, a surge of pleasure to break her morality down and turn her thoughts inside-out. Obsession and confusion ripped across her, a moment of bliss turning this woman into a bad wife and mother with one fell stroke.
Jordan kept going, smacking her ass, fucking faster, teaching Yor to fall deeper into her lusts with each push. He was unstoppable here, embracing the pleasure and indulging in pleasures that didn't let up. Unstoppable frenzy and a need to lose control drove her crazy, and Yor had no choice but to let it all happen. She continued to fall deeper, the persistence of letting go and accepting the downfall awaiting her. She was lost to pleasure and excitement, the throbbing insistence keeping her needing to go all out. Yor went along with it, throwing back against the pressures and embracing the simplicity carrying her to the deep end of passion. There was so much to this all, the persistence and the warmth she was ready to let ruin her. Her pussy was pushed to the limit, her thoughts pushed to a state of dizzier hunger. She had to give in to this all, faltering under the feeling of obsession to continue pursuing.
Weak as she was, hopeless as she was, Yor was so hooked on every stroke that it didn't matter how wrong it was; she felt incredible, crumbling under the weight of this madness and accepting the weakness as just the only way forward, the chance for her to fall to pieces and to embrace the senseless, crushing worries taking her to the limit. Storms of pure obsession brought her to something incredible, and she was eager to accept it all, falling to pieces for the passion and warmth taking her. "Cum in me," she whined, "I—I can't help it, I need you to cum inside! Make me a mother again. For real. You can be a daddy and we'll become a different family, just—just give it to me!" She crossed a line. Maybe several. It didn't matter. Black cock changed her. Her head rolled back and the pleasure swept across her with the persistence and the vigor of truly beautiful madness now.
Yor fell to pieces, a gasping wreck of orgasmic vigor ripping now across her, pushing her to the beautiful passion and the greed of letting go. She loved every second of it, lost to the fascination and the hunger sweeping now across her body and teaching her to lose herself. She came her brains out, begging down around Jordan's cock and begging for his load. She got it, and it blew her thoughts out of the water. Pure obsession tore her asunder, bringing her down into the depths of pleasure beyond reason, making her howl and thrash about, slamming back against black cock for her fix of her new favorite addiction. It broke her. It changed her. It taught her to let fucking go. Jordan pumped her full of cum, and she became a traitor to her marriage, and she liked it.
"Mommy's going to take good care of you, baby."
"I love you, mommy."
"I love you too, Jordan."
Yor had never understood motherhood as this before, but she was about to live a much, more fulfilling life.
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"I'm here tonight, do you want me to take over reading Jordan a story?" Loid asked.
"No, dear, it's okay. I like that we get to share that together every night." She smiled, holding in hand a book already. "Thank you for offering, though. You can tuck in Anya tonight, if you'd like."
"That sounds good." Loid gave her a peck on the cheek, and Yor nodded along, smile growing as she watched him head into their daughter's room, leaving her with no duties to tuck in Anya, which meant more time for their son. Heading into Jordan's room, she wore her smile bright, already dressed in a nightgown as she came in.
"Are you ready to be tucked in?" Yor asked, looking at Jordan lying there with his blanket already tented by his massive cock. She was delighted to see him waiting for their nightly routine.
"I'm ready, mommy," he said, peeling his blankets down and unleashing his massive cock, uncovered and waiting for the opportunity now to give in to this utter delight.
Taking a seat at the edge of his bed, Yor dropped the book to the floor and sank down toward his lap, taking hold of the throbbing cock meat in front of her and sucking as close down to the base as she could, her eyes rolling back as the late night taste of her son drove her up the wall. She loved being close to Jordan. Closer than mother and son should have been. So close she could feel his balls on her chin as she throated his cock and drained his nuts before bed. Jordan never could fall asleep without a throat to milk him, and like the good mother she was, Yor needed to take matters of her son's health and happiness into her own hands.