3:00 AM - Megumi Ogawa's eyes flew open in the stuffy darkness as ropes of heavy sperm began to flood her knob-stretched mouth.
Amazing, he's having a wet dream! she thought, and her throat worked eagerly to swallow Aiden's splattery issue as the sleeping boy made a cistern of her shapely mouth, ejaculating his night's sordid dreams into it. The quality of the cum was a mixture of syrupy spurts that erupted against the back of her throat and heavier, chowdery dollops that piled onto her long and questing tongue.
She'd been sleeping with Aiden's young and hairless cock in her mouth, foreskin piled against her lips, and the fat knob of his cockhead stretching her angular jaw. Her athletic and tall viper's body was coiled on the lower half of his bed, the fat weight of the boy's half-hard shaft against her face. In seconds, Aiden had surpassed in volume what a normal adult man could produce in a complete orgasm...and he was only partially erect, and fully asleep. Not to mention sinfully young.
Yes, caucasian boy, let this adult Japanese woman be your sex toilet, she thought fiercely, thumbing the nipples of her heavy fuck udders, massive natural mammaries that hung at odds with her frame, a body more akin to that of an Olympic athlete. Her buttocks jutted in perfect, muscled curves as she writhed orgasmically in Aiden's bed like a serpent, one long-fingered hand dug into her titflesh, a second fingerblasting her cunt, a goddess amidst the juvenile bedsheets.
She swallowed, swallowed, swallowed. Pungent, sperm-reeking cum filled her throat. Am I really having an orgasm from something like this? Is it really my job to be an American elementary-schooler's sperm ditch?
Her pussy answered the question the only way it knew how. Her back arched and the sheets tented. She did not think about what her own son might feel, to see her.
4:00 AM - Nurse Hector Ramirez stuffed the last suitcase into his car. The drive to the airport for his early flight would be a long one, but the early hour was worth it for the reduced price he'd managed to arrange. He had felt for a while that it was time to move out of Pleasant Hill. Even now, there were silhouettes moving in windows, curtains that did little to hide the activities behind, insufficiently muffled cries of strange and forbidden pleasure that his ears told him involved voices too young to be legal.
He slammed the trunk and stopped to consider his modest apartment from the parking area. Dr. Naomi Cross had not shown up for work in a week. Dr. Ramachandra had moved away, leaving him as the lone staff member, and woefully inadequate to the task. Something was happening in Pleasant Hill, and it wasn't entirely...natural.
A cry of female pleasure pierced the night.
"These gringas are loco," he muttered to himself. His car keys jingled and then clattered in the lock. As his engine sputtered to life, he chose not to consider what exactly the problem in Pleasant Hill was. Even seeing just the edges, it seemed to be too strange and obscene to contemplate.
He hit the gas. And just like that, Hector Ramirez, like so many other outsiders, was gone from Pleasant Hill.
5:45 AM - Free squats until exhaustion. Rest. Supermans until exhaustion. Rest. Leg lifts. Rest. Plank pose pushups with leg extension. Rest. Naomi Cross blew a sweaty lock of dark brown hair from her perspiring forehead. Her body and it's perfect proportions of tits and ass were sprawled in the stiflingly hot upstairs room that she and Brooke reserved for morning workouts. This morning, however, she was working alone.
"Where is that blonde bitch?" she muttered to herself. Her body was a marvel as it contorted and contracted with the dim light of the morning illuminating her workout. She was wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of ultra-tight workout shorts that cut off high on the hip and exposed every contour of her ass and thick pussy mound. Her hair was tied back in a pony-tail. Thirty-one years had left no marks on her. In fact, she'd achieved a sort of supernatural brunette beauty in her pursuit of physical perfect.
Puffing slightly, she rose and wiped her brow with a nearby towel and looked over to one side of the room, where a "special" area had been set aside next to the small collection of free-weights and exercise aides that she and Brooke used to sculpt their MILF bodies each A.M. The area contained a simple cardboard box, nothing more. "Training" was written on it in thick black marker.
Naomi approached the box and reached one slender arm forward, her fingers closing around the rubber-gripped handle of a pink baseball bat. Neither cold metal or splintery wood, this particular item had been purchased at a novelty sex shop and was designed to do one thing and one thing only. The words "Pussyville Slugger" were emblazoned on the barrel on one side. On the other, a "depth measurement" in both inches and centimeters. Naomi took the bat and leaned back against the wall of the small room, tugging her sheer workout shorts down her legs and then spreading them to reveal her wet and wanton pussy, agitated from thinking about Aiden.
I'll train myself for you, Aiden.
Fantasizing about servicing the underage boy's huge cock with her pussy, she rolled onto her back near the wall, spread her knees, and used two hands to shove the Pussyville Slugger into her sopping gash, moaning and exhaling in short breaths while she did so.
Eight inches disappeared. Nine. Ten. The bat was as thick as Aiden's cock, which was no small feat. The perfect test.
I'll train myself, she thought again. I'll take every inch of your big cock and prove to you that I'm the one who should have your perfect baby!
"Nnnngh!"
She hit the sixteen inch mark just minutes later, juices gushing around the tight seal of her spread-open on the bat shaft. There was a noticeable bulge in her abdomen from the brutal penetration. She nibbled her bottom lip, closed her eyes and caressed her own distended flesh.
"Aiden," she whispered.
6:30 AM - Megumi and Naomi stood side-by-side in the cluttered washroom, applying makeup, straightening bras and panties, lengthening eyelashes, and in general making themselves look like a couple of down-to-fuck women. Naomi looked at Megumi's height and amazing, athletic figure and felt slightly threatened. Megumi watched Naomi from the corner of her eye and marveled at the brunette's perfectly proportioned ass and tits. There was little small talk. They had duties to perform...and it was up to them to show the boy the proper respect by dressing the part.
"What were you before you came here?" asked Megumi absently, running a brush through the length of her pitch-black hair.
Naomi sighed and thought of Aiden and his massive cock, ripping her to her core and making her cum in a physical explosion.
"Who cares?"
7:15 AM - Wake up time for Aiden. Megumi and Naomi entered his room wearing nothing but bras and panties that showed off every inch of their amazing bodies. Gently rousing him, they pulled his cum-soaked underwear down his shapely legs. Naomi stuffed the sperm-soaked briefs into Megumi's mouth and they walked him to the bathroom.
They asked him if he slept well. They catered to his every need. They cleaned his body with their tongues, the Japanese woman on one side, the Caucasian on the other. They licked his armpits, his balls, his ass, his toes and fingers. In general, Aiden was almost supernaturally clean, but what little musk they could detect, they loved. And of course, his crotch always carried that overpowering scent of sperm. Naomi made sure to peel back his foreskin and lick at the crown of his cockhead, her tongue seeking out every morsel of grime, dried cum and dick cheese constantly accumulated by his unparalleled, ultra-virile cock.
When it looked like Aiden might sneeze, Megumi dutifully presented her face as a catch-rag. The boy's feeling passed, but Naomi was impressed by the Japanese woman's devotion. Aiden voided his bladder into the toilet while they held his cock over the bowl with their mouths. After the first minute or so, Aiden was still pissing a finger-thick steam of fragrant, powerful urine into the bowl. They took turns fastening their mouths over his quarter-sized pisshole and drinking huge mouthfuls of his waste, gulping greedily.
They sucked the boy's cock while Aiden voided his bowels. Megumi licked his asshole clean. Naomi presented her mouth with tongue extended while Megumi clipped Aiden's toenails onto her face in perfect white crescents. The boy then brushed his teeth, rinsed, and spat the wash into their eager, humiliated faces.
When at last their 9-year-old god was ready to dress, he afforded them an appreciative glance. Both women fingered themselves to pathetic orgasms in his wake, feeling utterly devoted, utterly without goals or hopes or dreams, other than to be sordid vessels for a young boy. They'd woken at the crack of dawn and spent an hour getting ready just to serve as a fuckstud kid's pedophile garbage pails, and they'd never been so turned on in their lives.
7:35 AM - Brooke was in the kitchen in a luxurious fluffy housecoat, cooking up a grilled cheese for Aiden. The housecoat had been a gift from another mother in the neighborhood, out of respect for her son. It had come with bath towels and scented oils, and all the woman had asked for in exchange was to kiss her 9-year-old boy on the mouth. Aiden had consented. As the smell of breakfast wafted in the air, she noted that the kitchen was still in disrepair. Empty food containers were everywhere, and the portable TV stand was littered with DVD cases and video games. A 9-year-old's domain.
Going to have to put that Japanese twat on housework duty, she thought.
Several packages were on the kitchen counter, brought in with yesterday's mail. There was also casserole in a glass dish. It had been left on the doorstep with a note, which Brooke now idly picked up and read while dicing up some scrambled eggs with melted cheese, another Aiden favorite.
"Please consider letting me serve as your son's toilet."
It was signed "Trisha, two doors down", and there was a photo on the opposite side of a punky-looking young redhead in striped stockings, reclining on a cot. Also pictured was a young boy of unknown relation, pissing into her mouth from the end of a hairless, moderately-sized cock. From their ages, Brooke guessed the boy was her younger brother, not her son.
She put the photo down absently. It was reasonable, but she'd receive better offers in the days to come. The incident at the pool had raised Aiden's profile, and by extension, her own. Dozens of women wanted to fuck her son, take his massive cock in their slutty asses, choke on his meat, rim his ass, endlessly have as many generations of his children as their slutty, cavernous vaginas could bear. But he was hers, not theirs. She would bear the first generations, and then, her legacy secured, she would shift into management mode and live like Cleopatra.
Brooke smiled to herself. The genetic lottery had been kind. A perfect son with skin like sun-bronzed down, pretty lips, sandy-blonde hair, blue eyes to vanish into for days, coltish and athletic limbs, the smoothness and beauty of pre-pubescent youth. And most of all, a tireless, endless, insatiable, arm-thick 16-inch cock that could pump out enough wad to...
There was a sizzle as the eggs had been left unshuffled too long. Brooke hastened to their rescue. Thinking of Aiden, it was easy to get distracted.
8:00 AM - They ate breakfast together, Aiden at the table while watching cartoons, the three women under it, naked on all fours, their mouths poised over cum-stained dog bowls. While the boy ate, Brooke opened the fly of the boy's school uniform pants and milked Aiden's prick for enough thick sperm for all three of them, sputtering it over their bowls in thick ropes. Even a minor orgasm from Aiden was enough to make any normal man look like a worthless sissy. All told he delivered them over a liter of smelly ball batter as Brooke milked him, sucking his balls and slurping his shaft. They moaned as he nutted right before their hungry faces and praised him pathetically.
"Fuck, you cum like a fucking horse," cooed Naomi, eyes rapt.
"Yes, feed this worthless sperm sack," moaned Megumi.
"That's it baby," urged Brooke. "Mommy is hungry. Give me your thick cum, honey."
They disgraced themselves below the table as Aiden ate, licking at the half-full bowls without using their hands, faces down, asses up, tits hanging and dragging on the floor in fleshy piles, butt-globes jiggling and presented like female dogs in heat. They slurped and sucked and worshiped the cum from an underage boy's dick like it was the antidote for a poison coursing through their veins. The poison of dignity.
"God your nasty cum tastes good!" said Naomi, her mouth plastered with it, eyes rolling back in her head with ecstasty, strands of chowdery cockjuice connecting her perfect white teeth in a lattice.
"My baby is such a stud," said Brooke. The bowls scraped the ground as the women pushed them around with their faces, sucking and licking at the piled up, yellow-white cum in the bowls. It was thick and coagulated and nasty, and they loved every body-disgracing drop as they sucked it into their pretty, painted mouths like cheap prostitutes. When it was over, they rubbed their faces lovingly on his flaccid, hanging prick while he finished eating, giving the organ adoring kisses and whispering sweet nothings into his leaking pisshole.
8:25 AM - It was time for Aiden to catch the bus, and so all three women waited by the door wearing nothing but their slutty bras. They arched their backs, got on all fours, and presented Brooke's underage son with a parade of wet pussy and thick ass as he got ready to depart for the morning. They shamelessly advertised themselves, letting him know they were available, twerking and shaking and spreading themselves like two-dollar hookers.
"Want to fuck mommy before you go, sweetie?" cajoled Brooke, bouncing her big MILF ass, hauling her heavy cheeks apart to show him her shaven pussy and pink asshole. Her big butt-globes vibrated as she made a spectacle of herself for her young son.
Naomi was beside her, spreading herself just as lewdly, and tossed Brooke a fierce expression of competition. "If you like, I'll take every inch," she hissed to Aiden, hauling apart her asscheeks to show her meaty pussy and tight anal entrance. "Dump your load in me before you go to school, you'll feel so much better!"
Megumi was closest to the door. She had the least ass to work with, but her behind was the most shapely and sculpted, the rear end of a gymnast. She gave the young boy an eyeful of her smooth thighs and muscled bubble-butt, taking a different tactic than the two others.
"Boy, if it pleases you, I beg you to put your caucasian baby in my stupid nip bitchbox!" she groaned, and fingered herself with fervor.
In the end, he passed them all by, trailing a gentle hand over each one of their asses, before passing out the front door. He turned to them and flashed a heartbreaking smile.
"Have a good day mom. Same to you Naomi, and Miss Ogawa."
Then, he was turned away, and the bass rumble of the bus's engine could be heard. Another day started. The women collapsed on the floor and regarded each other with a mixture of appreciation, jealousy, and relief. Being a harem-bitch was a great honor, to be sure. But it also took dedication.
"We're going to have to get more help," commented Brooke. Megumi and Naomi could only nod. In the silence that followed, the Japanese gym teacher thought of her own son's development. He was worthy of a harem of his own. She was paying her respects, true...but the time would come when she would act as her own harem-mistress, as Brooke was doing.
Naomi, meanwhile, wondered who Aiden's allegiance stood most strongly with. Without his blessing, she would serve the rest of her life as little more than a cum-toilet. But with him as a partner, the possibilities were limitless.
Her hands went to her midsection as she imagined Aiden's baby growing in her belly. A son, she imagined, who would surpass even his father.