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Money is power. Money is time. Money is life.

Money made things move and made them change, but for all that money led to many things, it wasn’t the start. It was merely the way.

So it was, then, that things that could get you money were where the start laid.

For Jenna? That start was beauty. That start was being attractive. That start was being seductive. Being an astoundingly beautiful woman had always got her the things that she wanted, as she’d always known. Favors, opportunities, money and high regard.

Today? It would get her a rich husband. But as admittedly nice as that was, that was too, merely a means to an end.

Because what she had an eye for, a goal in mind, was a set of circumstances that could only ever come about if she forced them to.

Jenna was a black woman of statuesque profile; She was six feet tall, her shoulders were narrow but defined, her legs were very long and even her cheeks were high. Along with her sharp nose, her slim, if shapely lips, her narrow chin and her slender neck, she had a noblesse mien to her. Something that would have been eye-catching even if she hadn’t been a complete package.

But she was.

Her tits were double D, enough to fill the hands of the man she was marrying today. Her stomach was slim, enough for her fiancee to circle his arms over, but they quickly broadened into wide hips. Her thighs helped filled her dress as her calves cut forms into the floor, but it was her ass that she was most proud of: Each of her ass cheeks was as big as her head.

With such a cutting figure, she had always known that she was bound for the high life among those who could not decide which of their Ferraris they would ride. A trophy wife, in short. Which was, of course, why she couldn’tt be satisfied JUST with that.

“Alright, love, the ceremony will begin in a bit,” Desmon Faufner, her husband, told her as he sat next to her. They were sitting at a table all to themselves, waiting for people to come and talk to them rather than show obvious favoritism by sitting at a table with friends and family. They would freely mingle after the ceremony, of course, but it was a rather plain truth that the richer someone was, the more the opinions of their peers mattered to them.

Desmon was fine. Honestly, Jenna wasn’t unhappy to spend the rest of her life with him.

Oh, he was shorter than she was, but that wasn’t something she could hold against him. He was rather boring at times, but she hadn’t picked him because he could entertain her. He was reasonably fit and so their nights weren’t total write-offs, but as the trophy wife she had always known that it was up to HER to impress.

Given that she was a futanari, a woman with a cock? Her wedding to him more than showcased how much she’d succeeded. She had reeled him to the point that, when she revealed her male genitals, he had fallen far too much into her hands to reject her. An accomplishment made even more impressive, considering how big her assets were:

There was no downplaying it, when it came down to it she utterly dwarfed her husband where it mattered. Her cock was two inches over a foot of length and had the width of her own wrist. Her mushroom was a huge thing that was bigger than his fist, and her testicles were meaty factories that were as large as tangerines.

With time, she was sure, she could end up fucking him instead. She was very sure of it. But as entertainingly emasculating as that was, it was just an errant thought. Something to consider if she ever got bored.

But then, she didn’t think she ever would. No when the true reason for this marriage looked so fucking appetizing.

“I’ll go to the waiting room then,” Jenna told her fiancee in the soft voice that she knew had initially captured his interest.

“Are you sure you are ok with my mother walking you down the aisle?” Desmon, not for the first time asked.

“I have no daddy,” Jenna leaned in to kiss her fiancee on the cheek as she got up, “And it would be improper for your father to be alone with me. Your mother is more than fine.”

“If you say so, love,” her husband shot her smile as Jenna walked away where her true goal was.

Jenna could have married many other men. Ones just as rich and influential as Desmon was. Some that looked better than he did, even. But they all failed the one iron-bound quality that she needed them to have.

“Jenna, are you ready?” smiled Dorothy, the matriarch of the Faufner family asked.

She was what made marrying Desmon worth it; She was an astoundingly beautiful, breedable bitch of a MILF.

She was 40 years old, petite and plumb. She had creamy white skin, lively yellow hair, and deep blue eyes. Her nose was a button, her lips were huge, lovely and shapely. Oh, there were a few crows feet starting to form in the corner of her eyes and her mouth, evidence of how much she laughed, but they only added to her allure.

They only served to compliment her matronly body.

Her hips were wider than Jenna’s. That was the first thing the futanari beauty noticed. Those amazing handles swelled almost as wide as a door frame. Thick meaty thighs came down from there and made Jenna’s hands twitch to just get in there. Her tits, too, were impressive, being G cup orbs that, somehow, still managed to be perky and uptight.

Her small shoulders, along with her 5 feet and 4 inches of height, made the older white woman look as though she was nothing but hips, ass, and tits! As if she were nothing more than something for her to push down and breed.

The urge to force herself down on her had been almost irresistible for Jenna when she first met her. Soft pliable fuck meat like her husband’s mother more than deserved to be taken, but Jenna would not have risen to where she now was if she didn’t have a modicum of self-control. The fact that she needed discipline at all, however, more than cemented Desmond as Jenna’s future spouse.

Something he really should thank his mother for one of these days.

“Almost,” Jenna returned the smile as she sauntered into the room.

And closed the door behind her.

“”Now, we’ll just wait here and-oh,” the smile slipped from the white milf as Jenna slapped a hand on her ass.

“Ooooh!” she gasped as Jenna pushed her fingers into the cloth of her dress, and dug her digits into her ass along with her dress.

“We-you are about to get married!” Dorothy breathed out in panic as Jenna bent down to grab the bottom of her skirt. There was purpose to the move, its intention obvious.

The skirt went up.

“I’ll be fast,” Jenna promised, purposefully missing the point as she draped the dress on top of her forearms and attacked her mother-in-law from her pussy and her ass.

One year. That was how long it had taken Jenna to get to this point with her dear hubby’s mom. Just as she worked her magic with the white man, so too did she work her wiles on his mother. She started small with both, of course, but the groundwork she made with the blond man had all been so that she could do THIS.

“That’s not the point!” Dorothy tensed as Jenna pushed her panties into her labia and her ass. The soft cloth muted the feeling of her labial lips, but the string going through her ass? It allowed Jenna to feel everything.

Jenna was in a white wedding outfit, of course, sans only her veil. But then, that thing was being crushed in her mother-in-law’s hands as the black futa massaged her pussy and the insides of her cheeks.

Truth was, she had only “broken” ground lately. Barely a month before her wedding, the black futa was presented with some vulnerability. One she pounced on right away.

A light peck to the lips.

That was all it took to get started.

Oh, she apologized afterward and things were awkward, but after the door was open the only things Jenna really needed were “excuses” to do all of this to the foxy mom.

They were in a little room in the hall of a grand hotel. It was rented at some outrageous price, no doubt, but it didn’t matter; the walls were sturdy and firm. The ambivalent music of the venue was loud and everywhere. The guests were on their seats, now, with both Jenna’s fiancee and Dorothy’s husband standing before all of them on a podium.

Jenna and Dorothy were supposed to wait until they were called out, a change in the music to signify it. Dorothy was supposed to be calming Jenna’s nerves and to, perhaps, give her last-minute advice as everyone waited for them.

Eyes were on their room, rather than on the priest starting to talk. People that knew them, or knew of them, waiting for the traditional bridal walk down the floor. One to remember, even, with the level of beauty they both held.

All of that, every single bit of it, would be ruined if say-

“Oh god!” Dorothy moaned as Jenna got to her little nub at the top of her clit, barely moaning outloud as the futanari simultaneously slipped through her g-string and pushed at her sphincter with her finger tip.

-Dorothy was to scream about what Jenna was doing to her.

The milf had been careful not to show a vulnerable side to Jenna again. But that didn’t stop Jenna from normalizing light touches, “friendly” pecks on the lips, and many accidental brushes. Progress to be sure, but slow progress all the same.

What she needed was-

“P-please, think about my husband, think about my son!” Dorothy wailed as Jenna played with both, rubbing and prodding as she stood closer and closer to the milf.

-a reason for the delicious milf to not say a thing.

Despite the woman’s recalcitrance, Jenna had worked on her all this time, so it was only inevitable that she get wet. It was only to be expected that she flush and moan as Jenna pressed her own tits against her shoulder. It was only natural that she melted in her dark grasp, as her fingers accidentally “slipped”-

“FUC-hmph!” Dorothy clicked her teeth shut as she shuttered, Jenna’s pussy finger wetting wet and her ass finger feeling the milf’s anus convulse around it.

-and went into both of her holes.

The music changed.

“Well, now, that was just what I needed to calm my nerves,” Jenna thanked her mother-in-law as she brought both of her index fingers to her face.

And licked them.

“S-sure,” Dorothy looked away, guilt and shame written all over her face.

“So come on, mother,” Jenna offered her arm.

“Give me to your son.”

The older white woman shakenly did so and they both walked down the aisle, arm in arm.

Jenna was resplendent, as always, and her now-husband looked as if he couldn’t believe his luck. His father, Desmond Sr, looked proud for his own part.

But Dorothy? She managed to at least keep her face featureless through the whole thing.

Neither positive nor negative feelings came out of that face for the rest of the night. “Dignified” was how some people put it, but Jenna decided then and there she did not like that face.

She was going to have to make her pay for it.

And once she got back from her honeymoon, she went right to work doing just that.

“How was the trip, son?” Desmond Sr. asked when they visited the home of the older couple. It was, actually, a rather humble place for all the wealth that they had. Small enough to only need a single maid, even.

But then, housing in the skyscrapers of this city came at an outrageous premium; having enough space to put a washing machine here was considered the realm of the VERY well-off, and the Faufner home was big enough to merit said maid. Evidence that everything was relative to something else.

Jenna’s husband was now talking with his father in the living room, chatting and catching up with him after a whole month of being abroad.

Jenna? She was in the kitchen with her mother-in-law, a room next to theirs. There with Dorothy on her knees, her eyes wide with both fear and awe as Jenna unzipped her pants.

And pulled out a foot and two-inch-long black cock.

The second they had entered the house, Jenna took her mother-in-law’s hand and pulled her into this room, the time away from her wearing at her self-control and patience. This had left both her husband and father-in-law a little bit confounded, but since the white milf hadn’t made a spectacle of it they had figured that this was normal.

Never mind that Dorothy was simply too shocked to put up a fight. All that mattered was that Jenna had her alone, to herself.

“W-what is the meaning of this?” the white cow had attempted to gain some semblance of control. But, of course, after everything that had gone on? It was too late for it.

Jenna grabbed her hair and, very deliberately, pulled her down. The milf whined and moaned, of course, but she didn’t scream for help. She didn’t call for either her husband or her son. She did nothing but start breathing faster as her cheeks flushed.

“T-that is fucking monstrous,” the mother of Jenna’s hubby uttered the first curse word that she’d ever heard from her as Jenna revealed her huge dick, “It’s not gonna fit!”

Jenna quirked an eyebrow, “Oh, that’s what’s important now? Not upset that I am cheating on your son with your doughy ass?”

“That’s-” Dorothy hissed and glared at her, “-why are you doing this?”

“Because,” Jenna told her, “you are with it.”

She pinched her mother-in-law’s nose and raised it up, forcing her mouth open.

Then she pressed her cock head against her juicy lips, making her gag with the pre-cum that started oozing into it.

One month. One month of satisfying her husband’s every need and not her true desires. One month of thinking about the double handjob she gave this bitch and the insanity that she hadn’t gotten one of her own. One month of her husband dancing around her cock and testicles, essentially edging her the whole way as he delighted in her pussy.

He wasn’t bad, truth be told.

But he wasn’t this delicious white bitch.

Dorothy grabbed the hand pulling her mouth open by the nose, but she didn’t trash against it or try to get it away. She didn’t yell “rape!” as Jenna made her glans constrict under those delicious lips. She didn’t even try to get away!

She kept looking at Jenna with wide eyes as the black futa forced her mouth open to the point that Jenna almost felt the jaw dislocate. But just as the white milf was about to panic, Jenna’s monstrous cock head simply…slipped in.

“HMPH!” Dorothy moaned as Jenna’s purple mushroom rasped along her tongue and the ceiling of her mouth. So big was the black futa’s plunger, that she even had to stop briefly as she got to her mother-in-law’s larynx.

It felt so. Fucking. GOOD.

A single push of her hips was enough to get her cock going down her throat.

“Here, give me those hands,” Jenna half grunted, half moaned under the delicious pressure of the throat of the mother of her husband, “Put them to work.”

She made Dorothy’s hands circle around her testicles and made forced them to massage her nuts, “I know you’ve been with a wimp like your husband your whole life, but THIS is how you treat a true dick!”

Jenna testily let go of the white milf’s hands, but Dorothy didn’t stop gripping them or massaging them when she did so. Rather, her fingers started roaming, feeling every inch of Jenna’s baby-making cream factories.

‘See? You are already learning,” Jenna sneered at her mother-in-law, grabbing her by the hair once again, both hands this time.

And pulled her head into her cock.

It was comical how her throat bloated in the shape of her glans. As well as the tears starting to come down her cheeks.

Jenna didn’t stop until her dick was a mere few inches from Dorothy’s stomach, the white bitch’s lips gluing to the base of the black futa’s crotch. Jenna’s black curlies made the rich white woman’s nose disappear, but still, she pulled at her hair, trying to push as much as she could.

Then she graciously allowed Dorothy to pull back.

With a great heaving gasp, Dorothy sucked in air through her nose once Jenna’s cock wasn’t blocking her airway anymore.

By this point, she was a mess, with her makeup running down with her tears, and snot starting to fall from her cute button nose. She was as red as a tomato as she desperately gasped for breath.

But she did not, Jenna noted once again, try to pull her cock out of her mouth.

“Take a deep breath, you fucking slut,” Jenna growled at her, “I am not stopping now until I come.”

Dorothy desperately did as she ordered, taking a few deep breaths before Jenna’s hands pulled at her head-

“Fuck yes!” Jenna moaned.

-and invaded her throat once more.

In truth, Jenna could have romanced the lovely breeding whore that her husband had for a mother. She could have taken it slow after what they did at the wedding, and she would have been at this stage in a few months. She was sure of it.

But Jenna didn’t exactly want a romance with her mother-in-law.

She wanted to dominate her. She wanted to fuck her so thoroughly, so harshly, that the woman would not be able to live without her. She wanted to make her experience such heavenly depravity that Dorothy would never be able to come back to a normal life. Soul and body, she wanted to mark and own this woman!

And that required that Jenna show her that she did not care one single bit for any of her so called “boundaries”.

As she smashed Dorothy’s head and lips into her crotch, her pubic hairs being the only cushion she had, as meaty sounds floated in the kitchen as both their husbands chatted in the room next over, as the white milf STILL kept squeezing on Jenna’s balls as the futa expanded her esophagus….the woman did nothing to stop this.

“Fuck, I am coming!” Jenna moaned through clenched teeth as she pulled hard on her mother-in-law’s hair, making taking her cock as far into her esophagus as she could. Her testicles clenched and rich and fat semen made Dorothy’s throat bloat that bit more as they went through Jenna’s cock.

“HMMPH!” Dorothy’s yell was muffled by Jenna’s cock as the floor below them splashed with a delude of milf vaginal juice. She was orgasming even as Jenna’s cock exploded in her esophagus. Or, perhaps, precisely BECAUSE Jenna was using her as she should.

Semen that was more like mud than any true liquid, that was like mush in truth, hit the wall of Dorothy’s stomach, forcing her to swallow if she didn’t want to drown in it. Hyper-thick semen simply because of how oversaturated with healthy futanari sperm it was immediately sunk into her stomach juices.

And promptly began expanding the older blonde’s stomach.

“This is all you are good for, bitch,” Jenna grunted with satisfaction as she made her mother-in-law down ounce after ounce of her cum, “Learn to love it because you are going to be eating it till you die!”

The woman in question was barely there as it was, being a hair’s breadth from fainting. But that was fine.

Her orgasm had ended.

With a shutter, Jenna started to pull her cock out of her mother-in-law’s throat and mouth, content to repeat herself in the future if she had to.

The sperm that she shot had backwashed back up, but it was only when Jenna was trying to pry her glans out of her mouth that she noticed to what degree; slow mushy cum started to slide down both of Dorothy’s nostrils.

No sooner had Jenna popped her cock out of Dorothy’s lips with a meaty sound, that the milf had her hands on the ground.

She was coughing sperm into the floor as she desperately tried to get air inside of her lungs.

“That was nice, wasn’t it?” Jenna asked as she caressed her mother-in-law's head, “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

Dorothy’s coughs didn’t let her answer, but the big puddle of pussy excretions on the floor was enough proof, Jenna supposed.

“But a question, Dorothy,” Jenna said, Dorothy getting enough control of her body to clean her mouth with her wrist and look up at her.

Her eyes were red.

“Why didn’t you stop me?” Jenna asked the one million-dollar question.

And smiled wide when her mother-in-law looked away.

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As much as Jenna was the sort of woman that liked breaking her toys, as much as she liked consuming what should have been hers from the beginning, she would not have made it anywhere if she did not possess that rare quality. The only thing that separates human beings from animals, really.

Restrain.

Dorothy, her mother-in-law, would have found it absurd to believe that Jenna had that. But knowing when to push and knowing when to hold back had been vital not only when making her husband fall in love with her, but also bringing them both to where they were. Maybe the fetchingly mother-like white woman believed that misfortune came wearing Jenna’s black skin.

But the truth was, Jenna had left little to luck.

Things would not have developed to where they were if Jenna had not planned it all out.

Blowing chunks into her mother-in-law’s throat had felt fantastic, but it was, of course, not enough. Jenna would sample every single inch of her fellow trophy wife, in ways that Dorothy’s son could have never imagined and in ways that her husband would have balked at. But every time she did so, it would be a further conquest. A further claim on her mind and her life.

A further bite of her mother-in-law’s soul, every time.

But for her actions to have meaning, for them to have their preferred effect, Jenna needed to give them time to sink in.

She needed her mother-in-law to stew on the dick suck she gave her for a while. She needed Dorothy to force herself to look Jenna in the eye, and to pretend that lovely fake smile. Jenna needed her mother-in-law to sleep close to her husband for a few nights, knowing precisely what had transpired between them.

And she needed for the mother of her husband to deal with the fact that she wasn’t blowing the whole affair wide open.

The old trophy wife needed to wait in dread for the next time she would need to fail her marriage vows, and for all these emotions to impregnate each other, like flour and milk.

It took a few weeks for the guilt to build up, for Dorothy’s paranoia to have her acting erratically enough for even her son to notice it.

“Are you ok, Mom?” Desmond Jr. asked one Sunday afternoon while watching football with his dad. It was a question of concern, a question of love.

It was also a question that was far too late.

“She’s fine!” Jenna called from the kitchen, where they were preparing their husband’s game treats, “Just a little busy!”

“Is she really?” Jenna could hear her husband ask from the next room over.

“Your mother’s been like this for weeks, son,” his father grumbled, “Don’t mind it; must be the menopause coming in real early or something.”

“Ah,” Desmon Jr. said and dropped the matter.

“You hear that?” Jenna said as she looked down, “Your son worries for you!”

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

What might have been a muffled answer made the walls of Jenna’s colon vibrate so, for what might have been mistaken a mercy, she lifted her ass.

And allowed her mother-in-law to get a gasp of air.

Jenna’s black ass was huge. So big, in fact, that the futanari’s buns covered her mother-in-law’s head completely.

It had been a delight to see the terror and relief in Dorothy’s eyes when Jenna dragged her into the ground when they came into the kitchen, the woman foolishly making requests of her. But she wasn’t asking Jenna to stop anymore, or to think about her husband or her son.

In this one instance, she begged Jenna to not have Dorothy suck her off.

So Jenna, being the good woman that she was, complied with her bitch-in-law’s request.

And instead had her eat her ass out.

“I asked you a question, slut,” Jenna said testily.

“This…t-this isn’t my fault,” Dorothy attested as her face was moist with the sweat coming out of the inside of Jenna’s ass….as well as the juices dripping from her cunt.

“Is that the conclusion you came to?” Jenna cooed at the adorable delusion in front of her, “Well, whatever helps you sleep at night, right?”

“Just…just let me finish,” Dorothy, ever the rightful and proper woman, looked away.

“Well, if you are so insistent,” Jenna lowered her ass again until her ass cheeks started parting for her mother-in-law’s face, “Then go ahead.”

And then, to really allow Dorothy to live with herself, Jenna continued grabbing on to her hands, “locking them” into the floor, “But you better be ready.”

“I am not coming off until you make me come.”

With her mother-in-law’s large tits in front of her, it was easy to lay off some of her weight by kneeling into the large mounds. Her cock, too, laid on top of them, but Jenna still made sure to put an awful lot of weight down into her mother-in-law’s face.

She still made sure that her nose rubbed against the end of the valley of her ass, and that her chin was pressed against Jenna’s cunt.

She still see-sawed on top of her, making her ass cheeks drag along the skin of the milf’s face.

It was all a little help from the black daughter-in-law, to help Dorothy with her task.

But it was, perhaps, an unnecessary one.

Dorothy’s tongue lashed out as if she were a cow munching on grass.

“Yes, that’s it,” Jenna moaned as her milf kissed her anal ring, “Keep going, slut!”

Dorothy didn’t need to stick her tongue inside of the futa’s anal cavity, and she didn’t need to bite into her starfish. She didn’t need to trace the contours of the inside of Jenna’s colon, nor slurp anus as if it were stew.

The milf didn’t need to lay mushy kisses on it as she sucked, SUCKED, on Jenna’s blind eye. But she did. Good lord, did she ever!

A victim did not behave like this. A true victim would only lay back and allow Jenna to use them as a sex toy. Probably what she would have done, if Jenna had pushed on right away after getting her first taste of her mother-in-law’s throat.

But time had done wonders for her and so, with her testicles clenching, and her anus tightening around Dorothy’s tongue, the black woman forced herself to be quiet for once.

And let out one long, “Fuuuuuuuck.”

Her cock lurged as she sprayed seed into her mother-in-law’s naked chest, her apron and shirt having been tossed to the side at the beginning. White seed marred a creamy torso that had seen 40 years of age, making the white skin heat up.

The hands in her hands suddenly fought against her and, in the middle of an orgasm, as she was, should have been able to break free. But Dorothy’s hand didn’t fight because she saw a chance at freedom.

No, they fought because Dorothy’s whole body was shaking. The moist spot in her panties completing the truth: Jenna’s mother-in-law, too, was getting off.

When Jenna rose from where she was, when her ass cheeks gliding accross Dorothy’s face one last time before closing with a “clap”, the short but beautiful woman’s face was sticky with threads of sweat and female cum.

But the eyes, oh.

There was shock in there.

As if she couldn’t believe that she’d been satisfied.

“Well?” Jenna asked, “We’ve been gone quite a bit.”

“Won’t your son and husband wonder what we’ve been doing if you stay there any longer?”

That seemed to snap Dorothy out of her trance, “R-right, we should h-hurry back.”

“Aren’t you just a treat?” Jenna helped her mother-in-law up.

She even helped her put on her bra and shirt, “But really, you should take better care of yourself, Dorothy.”

“Wouldn’t want your son and husband to worry about you, now do you?”

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Letting Dorothy chew on the moment, in the more figurative sense at least, proved to be fruitful only a few weeks later.

The white milf was evidently someone who was fantastic at feeling bad for herself, because her mopey mood continued. But what Jenna had only seen after her wedding, when she had shown Dorothy how much she needed her, was beginning to be something palpable.

The act of acting was a normal weight that all women bore, because the waters they swam in were social. If Dorothy did not decide to confront Jenna out in the open where Jenna would have lost all control, that meant she still needed to bare their situation on her shoulders.

But every time Jenna didn’t pull the trigger, didn’t make good on what her mother-in-law knew could happen at any moment, that dread that the older woman had didn’t pay off. Jenna could well see how much that frustrated Dorothy.

But that was where the snag was.

Because what else could you call dread that, upon failure to be fulfilled, resulted not in relief but frustration, anything if not anticipation?

When Jenna asked her mother-in-law at long last, in front of both of their spouses for good measure, if she wanted to spend the day bathing on sunlight, not only did Dorothy not say “no”.

This time, after a good minute of deliberation, she ended up saying, outright, knowing what they both knew with nothing about them having changed…”yes.”

Not just a lack of denial, but an outright confirmation.

It was almost as good as submission.

But it was not yet victory.

In the private grounds of a house by the beach, whose grounds their family owned for miles, and where no one but them breathed the salty air, both mother and daughter in law sat by a pool.

It might have been considered a waste to have a pool so close to the beach by people who could not afford to have the best of all worlds. But the truth was that no matter how glib Jenna’s tongue was, she would not have been able to convince anyone to let her and Dorothy anywhere near where the sea met the earth without some sort of chaperone.

From the high walls of their tiled pool, Jenna could stretch out on a nice lounger with only brightly colored bra and panties to protect her dignity. She could cast her eyes out into the ocean and enjoy both the sounds of the waves, and the salty air.

Stereo systems blared a classical jig throughout the house, and help from either security or “house service” was but only button’s press away.

Being this isolated should have had no way to be entrapping.

And yet, Jenna’s mother-in-law acted as if it was.

“You didn’t have to accept, you know,” Jenna conversationally said as she stretched her body.

“...you would have found some way to make me,” the short white woman replied, remaining standing when Jenna was comfortable.

“Naturally,” Jenna did not bother arguing the point, “I know what you like.”

“I don’t like this!” said the woman who had changed into her bikini, a one-piece affair that hugged her white curves JUST right.

Jenna did not bother hiding her appreciation for her mother-in-law’s body even as she pulled out a couple of capsules from her purse.

“Well, since we are supposing that you are my slave and I am your owner,” the black futa pull her bra and freed tits. Her ladies bounced a bit before they settled as Jenna broke the capsules and emptied the powder all over her tits, “how about you make yourself useful?”

“Come and clean lick my tits.”

“Is that..” Dorothy stared at the powder in Jenna’s jugs, “Is that ecstasy or something?”

“Would you like it to be ecstasy?” Jenna raised an eyebrow. “Are you really that eager to have another excuse to lose all responsibility for your actions?”

“You are the one making me do this,” Dorothy hissed…but still stepped forward as she stood over Jenna.

“Well,” Jenna hummed, “If it’ll help your conscience, no, it’s not a recreational drug.”

The white milf sagged with relief despite the fact that she still had to suck Jenna’s tits. For this bout of hypocrisy, Jenna gave her the truth:

“They are fertility drugs.”

Dorothy’s breath hitched.

“I am quite sure you could make another generation of wonderful pasty children if you put your mind to it,” Jenna said, “But, as I am sure you’ve been able to tell, I don’t like leaving things to chance.”

“But-but-but my husband!” Dorothy cried, “My son-your husband!”

“Mother-in-law,” Jenna sweetly said, “Did you forget? You have no choice.”

“Now, get to it,” the black futa smiled and spread her arms behind her head.

Dorothy swallowed the saliva in her mouth, looking at the powder coated black tits as if they were glazed with poison. But she could not hide the blush in her cheeks from Jenna.

And despite acting as if she had a gun to her head, the older white woman still bent over Jenna.

And dragged her tongue across one of Jenna’s black tits.

“Hmmm, yes, that way,” Jenna pleasantly moaned as Dorothy picked up the medicinal dust with her tongue.

Maybe it was the fact that she had been such an upright woman most of her life, or maybe she just didn’t have much imagination. Whatever it was, Dorothy didn’t even try to spit the fertility drug that she picked up with her tongue.

No, she swallowed her mouthfuls of it as her tongue traced the contours of Jenna’s chest orbs.

“Do it with kisses,” Jenna advised, “I think you’ll get more that way.”

Dorothy glared at her from where her mouth was slathering Jenna’s breasts.

But she still did as Jenna bade.

Dorothy started smooching the sides of her tits.

“Oh yesss,” Jenna moaned as her cock woke up and made her panties part.

This was the second time she had not directly used her dick on her mother-in-law, yet its threat was always there. Even as Dorothy sucked and slurped her way through the black futa’s chesticles, her eyes would peek at it every so often.

Perhaps wondering if this would be the time when Jenna would cross that final line.

But alas, all things had their proper time.

“Look at that,” Jenna marveled at her now shiny girls, “You made them glisten!”

“It was, aheam, it was nothing,” Dorothy tried to assert herself, but, oh, she was breathing hard.

And Jenna could see thin lines of delicious milf juice running down her legs.

“Well, I think you missed a spot,” Jenna said as she pulled another capsule out.

And piled its contents only over the areolas of her breasts, her inverted nipples working like a miniature bowls, “Bettter get to it then.”

Dorothy stared at them.

And, without saying another word, went down on the crowns of Jenna’s tits.

“Fuck me, YES!” Jenna moaned as her mother-in-law SUCKED at her right tit, her tongue dragging and drawing her nipple into her lips.

“You’re an animal,” the black woman laughed as her mother-in-law exerted such a strong sucking force…that it popped her nipple out.

And still pressed her lips, her teeth even, against it.

Rasping every single bit of fertility powder that she could, the older woman gasped as she broke from Jenna’s tit, ropes of saliva connecting tit to mouth.

And then, with lust-madden eyes, Dorothy dove straight into Jenna’s left tit to do the same.

The rasping of teeth, the dragging of tongue, the sucking of nipple and the sensation of being eaten out.

By the point that Dorothy finished, Jenna’s cock was hard and the pressure in her crotch was at an all time high.

“Keep going, slut,” Jenna growled as she felt herself start to cum, “Don’t you DARE stooOOOP!”

Rich white semen shot out onto the tiled floor of their pool, Jenna’s bitch-in-law not stopping even as Jenna emptied herself.

The white woman was clenching her thighs tightly, her free hand stuck in them.

Even as Jenna finished her orgasm, even as Dorothy still sucked her tit, it appeared the older woman was being burdened by her own orgasm.

One that brought her to her literal knees.

“Oh, tired already?” Jenna asked even as her cock went limp.

“J-just taking a rest,” Dorothy mumbled with Jenna’s tit still, even then, iside of her mouth.

“Oh, so you want to continue?” Jenna smirked.

“N-no!” Dorothy’s outraged reply came out muffled with Jenna’s nipple blocking her tongue, “Don’t put the blame on me!”

“Hmmm, I suppose I could do that,” Jenna agreed as she traced the chin of the woman still sucking her breast.

“After all, even I have to give treats to my pet.”

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Dorothy did not become accepting of their situation after that.

But that was only because Jenna consented to act as if Dorothy were still fighting her.

Dorothy wasn’t, of course. She did nothing to stop Jenna from pulling her aside to devour her mouth, nor from groping her when Jenna and her husband where visiting his folks.

Jenna did not force her cock down Dorothy’s throat again, nor did she have her eat her out again. The tit thing she would have been fine, though, except she didn’t find much opportunity to pull it off.

But that was fine.

An invitation to the little private dinner of some old friends of the Faufner family provided them with the stage for their final act.

Dressing up in silk dresses that hung from their shoulders, but only went down to their knees, both mother and daughter-in-law wore matching dresses.

They where both open in the middle, giving a good window to the inside of their tits and the placity of their stomachs.

Even their shoes were the same, even their jewelry.

The only difference that marked them was the color of their wear, the only concession that Jenna made to complement their skin colors.

Jenna went in blue.

Dorothy in red.

Side by side, only their husbands would have seem to appreciate how they looked more than Jenna did.

But the fact was that making her mother-in-law look like Jenna did stimulated Jenna so much that she sped up her plans.

“W-what are we doing here?” Dorothy breathed as Jenna dragged her to one of the guest rooms that this mansion had, “We are supposed to be in the bathroom.”

“Quite obviously, this place is so big that we got lost on the way,” Jenna easily replied as she walked to a very carefully fit and clean bed, “But didn’t you see your hubby and your son? They’re having such a good time with your old friends that it would be a pity to get in between them, don’t you think?”

The old pair that received them barely noticed when Jenna and Dorothy were slow to add to the conversation. When they excused themselves, they didn’t even give them directions to the restroom, hah!

But the red-carpeted floor through the mansion, and the flawlessly painted wooden walls muffled all sound as Jenna sought out a most private room to set her bountiful ass on.

“This is still wrong,” the white milf said as if Jenna didn’t know, as if they hadn’t had this exact conversation a hundred times.

Jenna’s mother-in-law tasked her! She tasked her!

So she reached out and grabbed the blonde hair that Dorothy had prettily done in a braid.

All so that she could pull it and janked her mother-in-law’s head down.

“Does it look like I am in the mood for your bullshit?” Jenna growled.

Once upon a time, this would have been the line that the black futa needed to cross to make her mother-in-law decide once and for all to put things to a rest. Once, this would have been the single most stupid action she could have taken.

Once, Dorothy’s face would not have flushed red and her eyes would not have gone half-lidded as Jenna made her libido go up, “I-I am sorry.”

“Shut up,” Jenna said, the self-control that she had maintained for so long nearly breaking, “You are being an annoying slut.”

The short white milf locked eyes with the tall dominating black futa.

The air between them got thick.

The tension that Jenna’d put on hold was overbearing.

This was the time.

“Kiss me,” Jenna commanded.

Immediately, her mother-in-law crashed into her face.

Arms that were once recusant wrapped around Jenna’s neck as the huge lips of the white milf sucked on Jenna’s own. Dorothy’s huge tits pressed against Jenna’s own and the deformation that squeezing one against the other made freed both from the cloth cages they were in.

The tongue of the white woman wrestled against Jenna’s but it would have been poor form to lose against her pet.

So the black futa pulled on her hair again, and made Dorothy’s head drag away from her.

“Good bitch,” Jenna smiled even as the milf’s eyes watered with the pain that having her hair pulled by the roots produced.

But that didn’t stop Dorothy from smiling back, “T-thank you.”

“It’s time,” Jenna informed her.

Dorothy’s eyes widen and her breathing paused.

“Turn around,” Jenna ordered her.

And, with her tits swinging in the wind, with her head still being uncomfortably held by the hair, her mother-in-law obeyed.

She turned so that her back was to Jenna and she grabbed the back of her skirt.

Pulling it up revealed her naked ass, proof that she had not come here with any panties.

Jenna likewise pulled the front of her skirt up, letting her foot and two inch cock to bob out and prove that she had neither.

“Now, fuck me,” Jenna said the words.

She gave the order.

Swallowing the saliva in her mouth like she had every time that Jenna pushed her, Dorothy did not try to stop this.

They both knew, after all, that Dorothy “had no choice in the matter.”

Without seeing, without being able to visually measure things, the white woman gingerly reached for Jenna’s cock at her back and, upon grabbing it, rose to her tippy toes.

She aligned the huge purple glans with her slobbering pink pussy.

And she, all at once, sat on Jenna’s dick.

“Fuuuuuck,” Dorothy moaned as Jenna could FEEL her dick greatly expanding her walls, “I-I thought I would die when we did this!”

“Oh, so you WERE waiting for it,” Jenna laughed as the most extreme tightness fought to squeeze her dick down to a noodle but, of course, her milf-in-law’s body would not win over her!

“How could I not?” Dorothy almost screamed, “I’ve slept every night having nightmares of it!”

“So how is it?” Jenna asked as the absurdly wide hips of the short white milf came down and drapped over Jenna’s black thighs like a curtain of flesh, spilling out like soft clay, “Is it as good as in your nightmares?”

The only reason why Dorothy did not settle her full weight on top of Jenna was because the door to her baby room pressed down upon the black futa’s glans. Not being able to go any further, the full weight of the milf instead stabbed Jenna’s dick against her cervix.

“I-it’s,” she said as, with no prodding needed, she began to raise again, making Jenna’s black dick drag at her insides.

“Yes?” Jenna encouraged her.

“It’s not proper,” Dorothy moaned.

“Answer me, slut,” Jenna grown as she pulled at her head, and made her come down again, crashing that cervix into her mushroom head.

“It’s not right!” Dorothy rose again and Jenna let her, the feeling of withdrawing being fantastically fine.

“Does it look like I give a shit?” Jenna pulled at her hair again, and her milf-in-law came crashing down into her cock like a sack of potatoes, making her cervix suffer the brunt of the impact.

“But I am a proper woman!” Dorothy said as she rose again.

“Not after I am through with you, you won’t be,” Jenna promised as she made Dorothy come down into her dick again, “Say the words.”

“I can’t!” Dorothy lifted herself.

“Then I’ll MAKE you!” Jenna declared as she tugged so hard that a few of her mother-in-law’s hairs came free of her scalp.

With a brief shriek of pain, Dorothy came down hard enough that Jenna’s glans impacted against her cervix again.

Except that, this time, Dorothy’s 40-year-old cervix, like its owner, came to the end of its rope.

With a wet “snap”, Jenna’s cock invaded her womb.

And Dorothy’s ass fully settled into Jenna’s crotch.

Dorothy’s eyes widen as her mouth locked into an “o”.

And Jenna bounced the older slut in her lap to fully fuck her, “How does this compare to your nightmares! SAY IT!”

“IT’S BETTER!” Dorothy screamed as Jenna fucked both her pussy and womb, “IT’S SO MUCH BETTER!”

“How so?” Jenna demanded as she was grabbing Dorothy’s hips now, and was fully using her to satisfy herself, piston her in and out of her dick.

“NOTHING COMPARES TO THIS!” Dorothy howled, “Not my dreams and not my nightmares.”

“Not my expectations and not my-my-my-” the milfy white woman sounded as though she was coming down with tears.

“SAY IT!” Jenna demanded once more.

“-AND NOT MY HUSBAND!” Dorothy, at long last, admitted as her pussy clenched tight around Jenna, and pussy juices exploded down into Jenna’s lap as she came.

“Juuust what I wanted to hear!” Jenna also moaned as she arrived at the end of her tether and her huge futa testicles clenched.

Female sperm cells flew up her shaft, propelled by extreme pressures.

Overly futile futa swimmers got to the end of Jenna’s cock, and went flying like buck shot into Dorothy’s uterus.

Trembling, both mother-in-law and daughter-in-law created a most taboo existence, children out of the wedlock of both.

The fertility drugs had done their job, and three ovum floated in Dorothy’s flawless womb.

Three sisters for Jenna’s husband that would be interracial futas born in defiance of all decency.

From this moment on, Jenna would not stop until every single ovum that her mother-in-law had been used to make her children.

And, as they both sagged as their orgasm ebbed. As the white milf pressed against Jenna’s tits and gave her a tired, but satisfied, smile. As the reality of what they had just done came crashing in on them, and it was enough to part…

Jenna knew that Dorothy, too, would not be happy with anything else.