WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you!
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"Please, sweetheart...please don't kick me out." I peeked around the corner and saw my dad on his knees in front of my mom and her new boyfriend. My mother was a beautiful middle aged woman who could easily get any man she could ever want. God only knows why she's just now deciding to be with this horrible new black boyfriend she found.
My mom and dad recently took a trip down to Jamaica for some time off together. I have no idea what exactly happened down there, but my mother came back with a huge muscular black man that she insists on always being around. I stared over towards the door as my father started to cry. "I...I'll do anything for you two. Just please don't end this." My mother leaned down, picked up my father's suitcase, and threw it at him.
"I'm sorry, honey...but I know what I want now." This only caused my father to cry even more. The huge black man just stood there with a smile on his face.
"You better hit the road, bitch. You're not going to want to stick around and listen to me pound your wife's tight white cunt for the next few hours." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Even at my young age, I knew just what was going on. I couldn't forgive my mother for cheating on my father with this crazy man.
"Please...please, sweetheart. I still love you." My mother just turned away from my father and stared at the large black man instead. "The divorce is final! I don't need you anymore." She stared lovingly into the man's eyes, which towered about a foot above hers. Before my father could get another word out, they slammed the door on him and ran up to the bedroom. Within a couple minutes, the house was shaking from the vigorous and violent sex they were having.
It's been a month since that day...since the last day I saw my father. Sometimes he leaves messages on the answering machine, begging mom to take him back. Mom and her new boyfriend just laugh and make fun of him. I still have yet to learn this black man's name, because mom just keeps calling him 'Master'. At first I thought that it was a playful pet name that these two were trying out...but it's serious. We ALL have to call this man 'Master', unless we want to get beaten.
Honestly, it's horrible around here now. When my mother isn't having sex with Master upstairs, she's waiting on him hand and foot. Whatever he wants, she gives to him. Even when she's been obedient, he still slaps her around. I think she's starting to like it. I've never seen her smile bigger than when Master is slapping her with all his might. Luckily, most of Master's time is spent with my mother; he hardly even notices me. When he does remember that I'm there too, it's usually to spit on me or yell at me. I hate living with this man, and having to listen to mom tell me to obey him makes it even worse. My life was pretty much a living hell, and I never thought it could get worse...until one day.
As I was about to go into the kitchen, I heard my mother making her way down the stairs. I leaned tightly against the corner, peaking out into the kitchen ever so slightly. She walked over to the kitchen table, where Master was sitting. She pressed her lips tight against his and gave him a big, sloppy kiss. She reached down and rubbed at the massive bulge in his crotch.
"I sure hope that your fat nigger dick isn't going to be too lonely without me." She said, with a huge smile on her face. "I'm sorry, Master, but this is an important business trip. I'll be gone for a week." Master didn't even seem to care, as he read his morning newspaper quietly. "Do you think you can contain those manly urges of yours for that long?" He looked up at her and let out a little chuckle.
"I've always got that worthless kid of yours. I bet his virgin hole would be incredibly tight." A look of fear quickly replaced the smile on my mother's face.
"I...I know I can't tell you what to do, Master...but...but please take it easy on him. He doesn't understand how the world works, like you and I do." Master rose up from his seat and slapped my mother with incredible force, right on her cheek.
"I'll fuck whatever I want to, whore. You should just be lucky that I don't kill him while you're gone, and rid this world of one more pathetically weak white boy." My mother rubbed the sore spot on her cheek and smiled back at Master.
"Of course, Master. It was foolish of me to try to tell a nigger what to do." She gave him another sloppy, open mouthed kiss that lasted a few minutes. She picked up the suitcase beside her and walked out the door, closing it behind her. Within an instant, Master set down the paper he was reading and started to yell.
"Hey white loser! Get that worthless ass in here!" I was used to being verbally berated by Master, but I couldn't help but be scared at the thought of him fucking me. I turned around the corner and walked towards him with my head handing down towards the floor.
"Y-Yes...Master." I could barely stand still without shaking.
"Me and you are gonna spend some good quality father and son time together, bitch. Now get into the fucking living room before I beat you senseless." I knew Master wasn't joking. I had learned a while ago that disobeying Master was a surefire way to get thrown around. I sat down on the couch and listened to Master walk into the room.
His feet crashed down to the floor with so much muscle and strength that the room shook slightly with every step he took. He sat down beside me on the couch. Even in a sitting position, he rose above me a good two feet. "Listen, boy...I think we both know what's going to happen here, right?" I was literally shaking with fear and anticipation. I knew what he wanted from me...but I just couldn't give it to him.
