Incest/Taboo Soul Food

"Baby?!" Helen uttered in confusion.

"Didn't you adopt my son when the State took him from me?"

"No, we adopted my son when he was ten," Helen said, getting into her mama bear mode.

"I see. Regardless," Helen felt her cheek twitch in irritation, "I would like to be on friendly terms with you and your husband. I know me popping up out of the blue isn't something you and Denis were expecting, yet now that I have found my son, I am not going to disappear from his life."

"And you and Francis..."

"Don't you ever! I mean, ever lump me with that man! That man is nothing but the scum of the earth, you hear me!"

"So you have no contact with this Mr. Jones character?" Helen asked, wondering where this anger came from just mentioning the name.

"If I did, I'd be in jail at this moment for mur*er! Does that clarify things for you!"

"I take it you were another one of his victims?"

"I was the first, not that you need to know that." Helen heard the venom in the woman's voice. "I think I've said as much as I want to. Goodbye." Sighing, pinching the bridge of her nose, hating herself for pushing a Ra*e victim like that. Knowing better than to do that to someone that's gone through that ordeal. Setting down her phone, wondering how Denis was going to take the news that he was a child of Ra*e. That the man who raped his mother was nothing more than a pedophile. How was she going to brooch this with her son? How would Denis take it that his birth father was one of the 'Bad ones' as he once referred to them? She had a suspicion that something like this would happen when Denis told her about the strange happening he had witnessed over two weeks ago. She just didn't think it would be something like this. Stuffing everything she printed out into a folder and tossed it into her briefcase so it wouldn't distract her from the cases that she had pending and ready to go to court.

"You all set, Dad?" Denis asked once he had helped his father into his truck so that he could head into the hospital to start his shift.

"Snug as a bug," George said with a warm smile on his face. "Son, you've been distracted; what's going on?"

"I don't know, just a weird phone call, is all," Denis muttered, casting his eyes to the tops of his feet.

George's hand lightly slapped his son's chest, getting Denis to raise his gaze to him. "Tell me, you know me, son; you know I won't judge you," George said in a fatherly tone. "I see. Do you believe this woman?"

"I don't know; I mean, how can I when it's just a voice on the phone. But she knew about my birthmark?!" Denis uttered, seeing his father's eyes widening at that. The only ones that Denis knew of that knew of his birthmark were his adoptive parents and Shawna now that she's spent that much time examining his body. Where his birthmark was, was hidden very well due to his body hair. It wasn't a big birthmark; anyone would dismiss it as a mole if they didn't look close enough at it. "How could she know that?"

"I don't know, son, hey," placing his hand on Denis' right shoulder, "don't let this trouble you son, we'll figure this out just like we always have," George said in a reassuring tone, seeing Denis nod in response.

"You be safe, Dad. Don't work too hard," Denis said, shutting his father's driver's side door as his father started up his truck that was specially modified for paraplegics to use.

"Tell your mother to call me once she gets home," George said, speaking out of the open window, seeing Denis nod. Waving to his son as he backed out of their driveway. He hated to see how discombobulated his son was. Instantly, whoever this woman was was already on his bad side as he headed off to the hospital.

Sweat beaded down his brow as Denis danced in place. His taped fists flew through the air as he landed punch after punch onto the weighted bag. His mind was trying to figure out what ploy she was trying to pull on him, if any. It wasn't like he was rich. He wasn't famous. He was just a kid who lived on the street, lived in some very abusive homes until he met the most kindest of people on one Thanksgiving morning. Hugging the bag as he panted for breath. Banging his head against it in frustration that he just wasn't smart enough to figure it out on his own. His annoyance fueled his right hook as it sent the speed bag his father had set up, causing the bag to thump loudly against the wooden platform.

"Denis? Baby, what's wrong?" Shawna asked, standing in the garage doorway, that their father had turned into a makeshift gym for Denis so he could vent his anger out in a more healthy way. She had raced home from her last class when she knew she and Denis would have the house to themselves for two hours before their mother got home from work. Will was stuck in class due to the load he was under until eight that night. "Denis, talk to me?!" Shawna pleaded, seeing how tense he was. She's never seen him so tense before. Angry, yes. Tense, never. It seemed to her the hardships he had endured before coming into their lives made him immune to such things, at least that's what she thought anyway.

"My supposedly mother called," Denis said, keeping his back to her.

"Oh, and what did Mom..."

"Not our mother, Shawna, my mother, the woman that gave me up," Denis said, peering over his shoulder at her, seeing the shock playing along her face.

"Denis, are you okay?" Shawna asked in a concerned tone. Seeing him shaking his head that he was not okay, as she put it. Hearing his huff when she ran to him and threw her arms around his neck.

"Shawna, I'm sweaty," Denis intoned.

"I don't fucking care!" Shawna uttered, holding him tighter just to prove that she didn't. "You need me, and I'm never going to leave you alone when you're like this," she whispered, nuzzling his neck as she felt his arms wrapping around her. Recounting the first time, Denis hugged her. The first time he returned her affection was when he grew to trust them that they weren't like the people who treated him like he was lower than dirt. Inhaling the scent of the man she has loved for a long time. Her nose trailing along his cheek, her brown eyes gazed into his soft green ones. Her lush, soft lips tasted his after hours of being apart from one another. Wondering if their babies would inherit those same green eyes as she tasted him on her lips as she pulled away. "Come, you can tell me all about it as you shower," Shawna spoke as she led him out of the garage, flipping off the light as she did.

"And you believed her?" Shawna asked as she watched her brother soaping up his muscular body as he showered.

"At first no, but she knew of my birthmark."

"I see," Shawna muttered, biting her lip, trying not to get aroused at the sight before her, yet it wasn't working out like she hoped it would.

"Did she tell you anything that would substantiate her claims?"

"Sort of," Denis muttered.

"Like what?" Shana asked curiously.

"That my real last name is Willingham or was before Mom and Dad adopted me; Mom verified it when I called her after it."

"Shawna Willingham," she uttered the name in her mind just to test it out. "I like it," she said to herself, keeping her smile hidden. "So what does this mean, Denis?"

"Huh?"

"Are you going to leave us to find out what this person is like? If your birth Mom is looking for you, surely your birth Dad is as well. What's going to happen to us if or when you want to explore your roots? Not that I would hold that against you, I can understand if you do," Shawna said, biting the inside of her cheek when Denis opened the shower door and looked at her in this stern expression that just made her pussy wet.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Denis asked as the hot water struck his chest.

"I don't know, it's just don't all adopted kids want to find out about their parents?" Shawna inquired, trying not to allow her eyes to run down Denis' hard, wet body.

"I have a family, you, Mom, Dad, and Will. Whoever this person is, we might share blood that doesn't make us family," Denis spoke in a firm tone before shutting the shower door. Not seeing the wide smile on Shawna's lips as he did so.

Shawna ripped Denis' towel off as she walked behind him once he was done with his shower. A sinful smile graced her lips as her fingertip pressed on the center of his chest as Denis walked backward towards his bed. She felt Denis' hands slipping beneath her shirt as their lips smacked as she hovered over him. Softly moaning into his mouth as his hands slipped beneath her bra, cradling her 36C breasts, feeling the pads of his index fingers playing with her inverted nipples. Lifting herself up, pulling her shirt off, and tossing it off to her left. Unhooking the front clasps of her bra while Denis never let go of her breasts as she did. Feeling his manhood hardening against her covered mound. Leaning forward, enjoying the warmth that soaked into her breasts when they pressed against his chest. Attacking his lips, rocking her hips as Denis' hands held onto her ass as she dry humped her brother.

"Yes, Denis!" Shawna purred in want as he tasted her sex once he helped her shed her shoes, socks, pants, and lastly, her underwear. Her fingers weaved through his brown hair; the heel of her left foot pressed lightly into his back, urging him to go deeper. To taste her sweet nectar from its source. Tugging on her nipple as Denis' tongue moved through her labia. Whimpering in want as those lips of his encircled her aching clit that's been dying to feel them around her little stem all day. Listening to how wet her brother was making her as his fingers glided through her canal while he teased her clitoris.

Shawna's ebony hair feathered out along Denis' thighs as her brown eyes gazed at him as her lips conformed to her brother's seven-inch rod. Her cheeks sunk in as she never broke eye contact with him. To reinforce that, she would always be there for him when she knew of the fear of being cast aside that had haunted him from his childhood remained within his mind. To show him that she would always be by his side while they may be from two different worlds. Her eyes gleamed in elation at the moans of pleasure she was bringing to him. Feeling her ass wiggling, eager for what was about to come.

Shawna held a sultry smile on her lips as she glided along her brother's cock. Coating it in her hot dew. Feeling it touching her most secret of places. Places that only Denis would ever get to feel. Her fingers feathered out along his chest, enjoying the feel of the man beneath her. Biting her lip as she gazed down at him, as she leaned over him, as his hands took hold of her ass, anchoring himself to her body as his hips thrusting his rod deep into her womanhood. Squealing as she always did as she came on his cock. Thrusting her ass back, hearing her ass slapping, squeezing his pole as she did. How she loved hearing that sound as she brought bliss to her brother and his body.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, fuck that pussy, Denis!" Shawna moaned as Denis pounded her from behind.

"Fuck, sis, you're gripping me so tight," Denis grunted as the smell of her sex filled his room.

"That's because my little pussy wants that nice hot load," Shawna purred, smirking at him as she peered over her shoulder. "Mmmhmm, own that shit," she growled when Denis took hold of her hair and really hammered his cock into her wet cunt. Her body shuttered, her eyes quivered, her smile deepened as her muscles trembled, her folds choking her brother's cock as Denis' hot seed flooded her womb. "I love sucking my cream off this cock," Shawna cooed, smiling around his deflating rod. The slickness that coated it played along the air as her hand stroked him off. "So Denis, what are you going to do about this person?" she asked once she had moved to snuggle up against his right side. While she was taller than his five-foot-four-inch height due to the malnourishment and abuse he had suffered in his early childhood. She still felt small whenever she laid beside him when he would wrap his arm around her.

"I don't have a clue right now," Denis admitted as his body rested from their lovemaking.

"Well, whatever you decide, just know I will be there with you," Shawna sighed, resting her head on his chest. Her hand rubbed along it, ignoring the scars that she felt beneath her touch. Humming the tune that's been playing on repeat in her mind as she just enjoyed the serenity of the atmosphere.

Helen pulled into the driveway of her home a little past 5:20 that evening. Looking over at her briefcase, knowing she was going to have to have that conversation with Denis. She just prayed that she was doing the right thing.

"Kids, I'm home!" Helen called out as the front door closed behind her.

"Hi, Mom," Shawna greeted as she walked out of the kitchen with a glass in her hand.

"Where's your brother?"

"In the living room waiting for you," Shawna said before heading up the stairs to her room to give the two of them some privacy.

Helen took a deep breath to steel herself for what was to come. "Denis?" she spoke softly as she entered the living room, finding her son sitting on the couch in the silent room.

"Hey, Mom," Denis said, peering over his shoulder. "I think we should have our talk now; don't you think?" Watching how his mother laid her suit jacket along the back of the couch as she sat down, placing her briefcase beside her as she did. Noting how well the light pink blouse she was wearing complimented her skin tone. Denis never saw what people appeared like on the outside; that didn't matter to him; you could be any manner of color it still wouldn't matter if, at your core, you were as rotten as a piece of fruit left on the ground for too long. He learnt that lesson the hard way.

"Denis, before we get into that, I want you to know, no matter what you see, it doesn't define you," seeing his look of confusion on his face when she said that, "that in here," placing her hand over his heart, "you are the boy we raised, taught the lessons that made you the man you are now. So when I show you what I've found, please don't get upset, okay?" Helen uttered in a caring, motherly tone. "Now." A smile formed on her lips when Denis reached over and took her hand. Recounting the time he first did so, it was at the park she and George used to take him to, to show him that not everyone was a bad person like he's experienced. That while yes, there were some bad people among every race of people that populated that park, yet he couldn't lump them all together when the vast majority never had a hand in his abuse. "I would like to show you something."

"Okay," Denis responded, watching how she pulled out a picture from the folder that sat on her lap.

"Denis, this is your birth mother," Helen spoke, handing the picture to him.

"Who is she? How can you be sure she's my mother?" Denis asked, not voicing that they had the same color of eyes and the same brown hair.

"We can have her send a sample of her DNA here and test it against yours if you want to be certain," Helen stated, seeing Denis nod that he did. "As for who she is, well, she's a VP at a hedge fund in Knoxville. She's lived there for the past eleven years. She was once married, but she's now divorced. I don't know why," she added when Denis looked at her. "As far as I can tell, they never had kids, or she didn't have any before she was married. But I can't be sure, so I can't tell you if you might or might not have siblings. This is just what I could find without breaking any laws," Helen said, watching her son studying the photo in his hands.

"Why?" Denis asked aloud, not to his mother but to the woman he was staring at.

"Honey, I think I know why," Helen offered, taking a dry swallow as those eyes of his looked to her for understanding. "Your biological father isn't a good man." Seeing Denis' jaw clench when she spoke those words. "Remember when I tell you this, it's not because I think you're anything like him, because I know you, son, you aren't one of the Bad Ones," she stated, seeing Denis' stern nod. "Your father raped your mother. Given who he liked to prey upon, I would speculate that she was around fourteen when she was violated by the man. Now you don't have to worry; the man isn't around here, I checked," Helen said, pulling out the photo she had pulled from the sex offender website.

"Piece of fucking garbage!" Denis spat at the photo before ripping it into two and crumpling the two halves into a small, tightly packed ball.

Helen pulled her son in, hugging him tightly to her. Holding the boy that's played such a huge part in their lives. Her hand brushed along the back of his head as Denis buried his face into her shoulder. "Shh, shh, just because he is who he is, does not mean you are going to be anything like him," Helen cooed as she comforted her son.

Oliver Springs, TN, Coraline's parents' home, six pm...

Coraline ran up to her parents, who were waiting for her on the medium-sized wooden deck attached to the front of their home. Hugging them both tightly, no matter how testy it got with Denis' adoptive mother, it couldn't take away the fact she actually spoke to her son. The boy she never thought to hear from in her lifetime when the people from the State took him away with them. It wasn't that she didn't want any more. Far from it, it was to her reasoning why should she have more when she couldn't raise Denis in the first place. It wouldn't seem fair to any other children she might have had when she was married. How would any child she would bring into the world feel knowing that they have an older brother yet never get to see him or get to know him? Would they understand why she had to give up their sibling, or would they hate her for it?

"Come inside, honey, and you can tell us what you have found out," her mother spoke, gently rubbing her back. She didn't tell her husband what their daughter had told her; she thought Coraline should be the one that did that.

"Okay, what am I looking at here?" her father asked, staring oddly at the sheet of paper that his daughter had handed him as they sat at their kitchen table.

"I'm subject A, and my son is subject B," Coraline said, seeing her father's eyes glancing up at her from over the top of the paper before his eyes returned to it.

"It says here..." Coraline had to bite back her smile as her father hastily placed the sheet of paper onto the table, "that you're a perfect match." To this, she just nodded in agreement. "What are you going to do? What are you going to say to him?"

"Umm... kind of already talked to Denis," Coraline muttered shyly, looking away.

"What!" Her parents roared.

"What did he sound like?" her mother asked in a curious tone, eager to know something about their grandchild.

"Denis was very polite until I brought up the fact that I'm his mother, and well, you can take a guess how he took that," Coraline said, hoping that her son wouldn't just brush her off. She really did want to know the man he's grown into.

"Did you at least speak with his adoptive parents before you called?" her father asked, knowing how upset he would be if someone circumvented him. He knew from the look in his daughter's eyes that Coraline didn't. "Coraline, you shouldn't have done that?! How would you like it if you had adopted their child and they didn't call you first and just spoke to their child when you raised him since they were a baby?"

"I know, I know, I just couldn't help myself, Dad. I just had to talk to him. Believe me, his adoptive mother and I had some words between the two of us."

"She called you?!" her mother uttered, to which Coraline nodded.

"I told her I wasn't trying to take Denis away from her, that I just wanted to get to know my son. To see if the two of us could form some kind of connection like it should have been if I hadn't given him up, and they didn't adopt him when he was a baby."

"What?!"

"The people at the agency told us that he would get placed in a home rather quickly," her mother intoned.

"I know, I remember what the woman said to Mom," Coraline nodded as she started to speak; her phone rang within her pocket. Her heart stilled as the Philadelphia area code stared up at her. Hoping against hope that it was who she thought it was that was calling her. "Hello," she answered in a steady voice.

"So I'm a child of Ra*e?" Denis asked, getting right to the heart of the matter.

"Hello, Denis, I'm so glad you called me," Coraline spoke, ignoring her parent's wide eyes. "Yes, you are," she answered.

"Is that why you gave me up? Because that piece of shit was one of the Bad ones?" Caroline was rather confused about what he meant by Bad Ones.

"I don't know what you mean by 'Bad Ones,' but yes, that was the reason. He wanted me to abort you so his crime wouldn't be found out, yet I couldn't do that. Have you been in contact with him?" Coraline prayed that he hadn't.

"Why would I bother with that scum?" Coraline had no idea where this coldness she felt in the tone of his voice came from; however, she couldn't deny that Francis was indeed scum. Bringing her phone down and quickly putting it on speakerphone so that her parents could hear the sound of Denis' voice. "So, you got any proof that you are who you say you are?" Coraline noted how her mother's hand covered her mouth, and her father pressed his hands together at the accusatory tone that Denis had spoken in.

"The lab I used to compare our DNA should still have my DNA on file. I'll be happy to have them send it to wherever you want just to show you that I am not lying to you. I don't want us to start off like that, Denis," Coraline said, trying to show him that she wasn't trying to trick him. "So Denis, how are you?" she asked, hoping that they could open a rapport between the two of them.

"Fine, I guess."

"Denis, I know this must have made you so confused, and I am very sorry about that. Yet, you are my son, and I would very much like for us to get to know one another," Coraline said with hope.

"Why?" She could see that it took her parents back.

"Denis, don't you want to know about your biological family?" her mother asked with a trembling voice.

"I have a family. I don't even know who you are."

"Son, we're your grandparents," her father stated, leaning over the table so his voice could be heard clearly.

"My name is Denis, not son, the only people who call me that are my parents." Coraline wondered why he was like this. Pondering on what had happened to her son that he would be so distrustful of them. "It has yet to be proven that we are even related. All I know is you could be trying to scam me. Why? I don't know. I know enough about the world to know not to simply trust voices on the phone."

"Denis, Denis," Coraline spoke rapidly, yet her son had hung up. Watching her screen reverting back to the recent contact menu. Her fingers moved over the onscreen keyboard as she updated her contact list. Looking over when her father placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Honey, give him time, I don't know what he's gone through, but it seems he has trouble trusting strangers."

"All we can do is to ensure that the line of communication between us isn't severed," her mother said with a nod of support. They all stilled when her phone vibrated on the table. Seeing the indicator that she had a text from her son. Opening it up, her eyes moving over the text he had sent her. Seeing her parents nod when she told them she had to make a call.

"Ms. Willingham?"

"Hi, Paul, I was wondering, are you still in touch with that lab?" Coraline asked as she stood in her parent's living room once the line had connected to the P.I. she had used.

"Yes, I am; what is this about Ms. Willingham?"

"I was wondering if they would still have my DNA on file."

"They should; I can make a call if you like."

"Please, if you would, and have it sent to the email I just texted you so they can do their own comparison on it. Also, you may tell them they have my permission to include my name in the DNA workup, so they won't think I'm trying to pull a fast one on them," Coraline said, praying that Denis believed the results when they came in.

"Alright, I'll make the call; I'll text you when I have confirmation."

"Thank you, Paul, and sorry for calling so late."

"It's not a problem, Ms. Willingham; I'll be in touch."

"Hey, there, stud!" Suzie -- Helen's younger sister -- teased as she leaned against the hood of her car as she waited for Will to get out of his last class of the night.

"Hi, Aunt Suzie," Will greeted with a smile.

"Told Helen you'd be staying with me tonight; we have a lot to talk about," Suzie said, referencing the phone call she had made a few days ago to him.

"Sure, what about?" Will asked, confused.

"Not here, don't want word getting out," Suzie uttered secretly. "So, how are your classes?" she asked once she and Will were in her car.

"Hard. Don't know how Dad did it," Will sighed, knowing it was hard work with working on his M.D. and his Ph.D. in medical research at the same time. However, Will was determined to find a way for his father to walk again. The news that scientists have reversed paralysis in mice and sought approval to move to human trials gave Will hope that he might just make his dream come reality. "So, what do you need to talk about?" Will inquired as they drove towards her apartment. It was where she had taken up residence after her divorce. Also, the reason she had moved back to Philly from Boston.

"I think my sister is fucking that white boy." Will's nostrils flared whenever she degraded Denis like that.

"His name is Denis, your nephew," Will uttered heatedly. "If I hear you speaking of my brother like that again, I'll..." After weeks of hearing his mother and Denis, his tongue grew still, and now Shawna, going at it, he has been hard up. Every time he walked into the house, he instantly got hard wondering if he would be hearing them fucking in Denis' room and cumming on the wall listening to them.

"You'd do what?!" Suzie taunted. She never understood why her sister and brother-in-law had to adopt the kid. He wasn't even one of their people when she knew other black kids could use a good home that she knew her sister provided. It wasn't that she thought Denis was trying to play her sister. Given the times she's been around him, she knew that he was respectful, yet she still thought he would be better off with other white people.

"I'll shove my cock into that mouth of yours to still that bigoted tongue of yours," Will said in false bravado. "Who do you think Mom has been fucking, and it isn't Denis," he stated to keep his aunt from suspecting what was truly going on in his home. If Denis was willing to cross that line to keep his mother from cheating on their father. He could at least keep the heat off of them so no one in the family would get suspicious.

"What did you just say to me?!" Suzie uttered in shock as they waited for the light to turn green.

"I said," unzipping his fly, he was already getting hard when he thought of what he was going to hear that night, and pulling out his cock, "I will shove this cock into your mouth to still that bigoted tongue of yours," Will said, noting how his aunt's eyes couldn't take her eyes off of his rod when it reached its full length of nine inches.

"You expect me to believe you're fucking your mother and not that white..." Squealing in surprise when Will took hold of the back of her head and bent her over the console of her car while shoving his cock into her mouth. Her hands beat on his chest and left thigh as he began to thrust into her mouth.

"I told you this would happen. Do you like the taste of my cock?" Will asked; he sure did enjoy the feel of her mouth. Feeling her hand trying to keep his from fondling her right 32B breast as his cock glided along her tongue. Releasing his hold on her when the light turned green. "Now keep a civil tongue in that mouth, or I'll shove you down on my cock again," he said sternly, pointing to the light. He was scared as hell throughout it, but God, he so wanted to cum in her mouth right then. For the rest of the ride to her apartment, it was quiet as a mouse within his aunt's car. Nevertheless, Will did not return his cock to the confines of his pants. No. It stayed hard as a rock to show his aunt he was serious that he would use her mouth like a cocksleeve if she mouthed off about his brother again. He didn't give a shit who you were; no one talks about his brother like that. Denis has had enough troubles in his life without dealing with people's bigoted views, namely within his own family. He wasn't saying they all were like that, just a few like his aunt were.

He noted how his aunt would glance over at him, well, his cock actually, every so often. Will would shake it at her, only for her to look away. The moment they walked into her apartment; his aunt slapped him across the face.

"How dare you!" Suzie hollered; the tip of her nose pressed against Will's.

"How dare I?! How dare you!" Will shouted back. "How dare you speak of Denis like he's fucking beneath you," he sneered. "Denis has done nothing to warrant you speaking so ill of him. All he ever has done is show you respect and courtesy whenever you finally decide to grace us with your presence. Unlike you, Mom and Dad are better people than you ever will be," Will stated, seeing how that took his aunt aback. "Look around this place; you have shit in here that cost more than Denis had ever seen in his life before we saved him. And that makes you oppressed? Fucking bullshit! You go on and on about what happened to our people in the past when our own people sold our forebears into it in the first place! You live in luxury while Denis has night terrors of the things those people did to him. Look at yourself; you haven't seen one day of hardship in your fucking life! Yet, you can't even fucking remember what Denis looked like when we saved him on that Thanksgiving day. He knows what real hardship is, not platitudes from someone that cries when she breaks a nail," Will spoke, getting hot under the collar. Watching her storm off to her bedroom. Wondering if he should just get an Uber and go home as he scratched his head.

"Don't you fucking go anywhere, you dick!" Suzie called out from her room.

"Alright, bitch," Will snapped back. Slinging his bookbag from his shoulder, striking the back of the armchair that sat diagonally to the couch. Hearing his aunt rummaging through something in her room then the sounds of drawers slamming filled the air.

"Get that dick out if you're so man enough to fuck my sister and so brazen enough to shove my mouth on it, then you shouldn't have a problem in whipping it out again," Suzie growled heatedly as she stood in the doorway of her bedroom with all her dildos in her hands that she has used since her divorce. It always seemed to her that the men would only stick around for a month or so before they ghosted her. She could never understand why that was when they were getting some good pussy.

Will's eyes ran down his aunt's body when she stood in only her yellow matching bra and panties. "This what you want to see, you bigoted bitch?" Will asked, shaking his cock at her. Noting how she did not take kindly to that word. To his view and a view that he knew Denis held to, hate is hate regardless of who it came from. White, black, Asian, Indian, or whatever race that might arise in the future, it didn't matter, no matter how much anyone tried to spin their views on the subject to be perceived as righteous. If it's fueled by hate, then it can't be right and just. Anyone that tried to fight to hold onto that notion should be cast to the waste side and left to flounder in the darkness of history.

Will tilted his head to the side as his aunt stomped across the room and dropped to her knees before him. Arching an eyebrow when Suzie began to compare her dildos to his size. Watching how his aunt couldn't pry her eyes away from it as the last dildo fell from her hands. "You want this back in your mouth, don't you, bitch," Will spoke in a cold tone. Honestly, he had no idea where this side of him came from. Yet, if it would keep his brother and mother safe, he would take one for the team in a manner of speaking. "Then fucking suck on it," he growled, shoving his cock back into his aunt's mouth.

Moreover, unlike in the car, his aunt wasn't trying to fight him. It seemed to him that she wanted it -- needed it would be a better word. Taking hold of her hair, feeling his cock sliding down her throat, he had no clue she could deepthroat; he was glad she could because it felt fantastic to his mind. Watching how her eyes went wide as his cum flooded his aunt's mouth.

"You're fucking disgusting!" Suzie spat out.

"Says the bigoted cunt that can't take her eyes off my cock," Will retorted with a sneer. Slapping his wet cock against the sides of her face just to prove to her she wasn't going to do anything about it. "You know that attitude of yours is most likely the reason you can't keep a boyfriend or your husband," he knew it was a low blow. Still, she deserved if for speaking of his brother in such a manner, "who would want to stick around when that's all they hear coming out of your mouth every single moment of the day?" he stated, seeing her eyes glancing up at him, yet not refuting his words. Smirking wickedly when he shoved his cock back into her mouth. Praying that his mother could forgive him for doing this to her sister. "Yeah, you like having that cock in your mouth, don't you bitch?" Will grunted as he started to re-harden in the warmth of his aunt's mouth.

Will ignored the burning look in her eyes that she shot him. "I think I should bring Denis along next time. Yeah, that's what that bigoted tongue needs. A good hard white cock on that tongue, bet you would like that bitch, wouldn't you?" Will asked in a devious tone. Noting how his aunt narrowed her eyes at him as he fucked her face once again. "Oh, don't like that idea, you little bigot? Too bad, now it's definitely going to happen. I bet you'll enjoy having your nephew's cock in this bitchy mouth of yours while I'm taking that pussy from behind," he said, pulling out his slick cock from his aunt's mouth. "Yeah, you like this hard cock don't you, bitch," Will spoke, slapping his rod against her lips when he tilted her head back. Smelling her arousal on the air, "You want your nephew to fuck you, don't you, cunt?" His aunt didn't say a word, yet her eyes never left his cock either. So he knew what he said was true.

"Hey! Hey!" Suzie uttered, trying to squirm out of Will's grip as he dragged/led her towards her bedroom.

"Shut up, bitch, you need a lesson in humility. You do not speak of my brother or anyone in such a manner because I sure as hell know you would be calling anyone else a racist if they uttered anything remotely to what you have spoken," Will said in a stern tone, tossing his aunt onto her bed. Stripping off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor of his aunt's bedroom. His eyes ran down Suzie's body, knowing it was still tight for a woman in her late thirties. Her hands tried to beat his own off when he ripped her panties off of her hips. He normally wouldn't have been this rough with anyone; however, his aunt needed to learn that you don't speak to his brother in such a manner, at least not when he was around. Stroking his cock as he stared down at his aunt's bush, knowing she hadn't been keeping it trimmed due to the lack of men visiting her bed. Seeing how wet her pussy was before his aunt yelped when he flipped her over. Noting how she weakly attempted to stop him when he positioned her on her knees.

"Will, don't do... oh God!" Suzie moaned as her nephew's crown eased into her pussy.

"What are you saying bitch, you're the one that wanted this; your pussy is hugging my cock like it was a life preserver," Will stated, watching how she buried her face into the mattress and how her fingers curled around the comforter. Hearing her loudly moaning as he thrusted hard into her sex. "Yeah, you love having my cock deep inside of you, don't ya bitch?" he asked, glancing down when his aunt started to thrust backward. "Yeah, you love that cock don't you, cunt?"

"Stop calling me that," Suzie spat, yet she couldn't deny how good her nephew's cock felt after months of drought.

"If the shoe fits, why bother with being polite if you can't do the same?" Will asked, slapping his aunt's ass hard. Taking hold of her hips so Suzie couldn't wiggle out of his reach. A wicked smile formed on his lips when he hammered his rod into her pussy. Listening to how wet she was getting.

"It's so big," Suzie moaned out, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came hard on her nephew's cock.

"Yeah, you love having your nephew's cock fucking you, don't you bitch?" Will asked, looking down seeing her cream coating his cock with every thrust of his hips. Coming to a stop until she answered him only to watch how his aunt just fucked herself on his pole regardless. His mind began to drift, imagining that this was his mother and not his aunt. Feeling his hips beginning to move on their own as he imagined what his mother would look like impaled on his rod. Wondering if her cheeks would clap like her sisters did as he pounded Suzie. Picturing his mother begging for him to fuck her as he ignored the wailing moans that were coming from his aunt as her pussy convulsed on his cock once again.

"No, don't!" Suzie screamed out as Will thrusted his cock deep inside of her, dumping his seed into her very fertile womb. "How could you...!" Will wasn't listening at that moment. Ignoring her pleas as he flipped her over. Pressing her legs to her chest and dove back into his aunt's cunt . Letting that wet, soiled pussy of hers get him hard again. Just listening to how her juices just turned her pussy into a wet sloppy mess. Will groaned loudly as he once again dumped his cum into his aunt's pussy.

For the next two hours, Will taught his aunt to respect his brother with his cock making her nothing more than a cock hungry slut. Not that he didn't enjoy wearing his aunt's pussy out. Especially when she vehemently told him not to keep cumming in her. He didn't listen, just like she never listened when anyone told her to keep her views to herself. He just hoped she was on birth control, given the amount of cum he had dumped inside of her soiled cunt. When he couldn't go any longer, Will just fell onto the side of the bed that wasn't marred in her enormous wet spot. He so wasn't going to be sleeping on that. In a matter of seconds of his head hitting the pillow, Will was sound asleep.

The next morning Will woke up to find his aunt's head bobbing on his cock. "Good, you're awake, you fucking dick," Suzie spat as she rose from her position. Swinging her leg over Will's lap, the light of the room played along her now clean-shaven mons Venus as she position ed his cock at her entrance. "You better take responsibility if I get pregnant from all that cum you dumped inside of me," she hissed as she slid down her nephew's pole. Her pussy might be sore from the pounding he gave her last night, yet she wanted to go into work well-fucked. She would never admit that she enjoyed it. She could never do that. Still, though, she couldn't deny how Will's cock felt so good as she rode him hard. "This is my cock now; I own it. You fucking feel me, you dick?"​