Trust Fun Brings All the Sluts to my Yard: Yeah, I’ve got a Harem. (Age difference, messy sex, Harem)

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Georgia knew her life had taken a weirder turn… But she’d already stopped giving a fuck about most of it a couple years ago while she was shacked up with Daddy Francis. She had been on the decline when she met him, coming up on her forties with nothing concrete to show for it. But she’d snagged him, one of the richest men in the world… And sure, she heard some “Anna Nigga Smith” jokes and similar, she didn’t give a fuck. He was a sweet man, and he wanted company and attention. Even if that little raghead bitch that followed him around like a puppy would give her the stink eye all the damn time.

But she’d taken care of him. In every way… and fuck, it wasn’t the worst sex she’d ever had. He loved her big titties so much, that he’d been happy to buy her bigger ones! Her walk in closet would make any housewife on tv jealous! He shoe collection could out do an entire runway of fucking skinny bitch models! So yeah, life was pretty good, and all that before he even put a ring on it.

And then he died… and just before she could seal the mutha’ fuckin’ deal!

She’d spent year’s of her life on him! And now she could lose it all! She’d heard about his son coming back, the prodigal boy off in college to one day return and take over. If he could be bothered. And he was in Francis’ study with that Kebab Cunt!

She’d stormed id in, still dressed for the funeral, veil and all. And… it had not gone as she’d expected. Well, a little bit. Georgia was used to using her body to get her way, and had thought maybe she could slot Alex into his daddy’s slot, heh, in more way’s than one… But instead, thanks to that fucking muzzy slag! She’d been outplayed! On her knees, getting some skinny white boy’s cock out like she was off the mo’fucken street… But damn. Baby Boy was HUNG.

So… All things considered… Her old boo was dust. She was now shacked up with his kid who was young enough to maybe be her kid ffs… But… he had a DONG, and she hadn’t had something that fucking thick in- damn, had she ever had a nigga with a dick like that? She shrugged the thought off. She had been confident in her suck skills, but damn if that horse cock didn’t make her gag like a rookie. Didn’t help when dessert diva barbie had come up behind her and shoved her fucking face on it! Though… it had been kinda hot too. She would’a never thought the prissy little bitch had it in her. And it made the boy cum fast.

She’d swallowed a lot of that load, had to be twenty times what his old mans dusty little sacks could produce, maybe more. Honestly left the wanna-be trophy wife feeling full, goddamn white-boy ball-gumbo in her belly. Ok, she might have been a bit hysterical when she thought that up, but some serious life changes goin on.

And Ameera, cunt that she was, had helped get her on her feet and walked with her to her room. Fuck, the slut had looked at her with something like respect for the first time since she’d ever met her. Also she kept looking at her belly, and wasn’t till Georgia got back to the room later and saw in the mirror that her stomach had actually pushed out enough to be noticeable in her slinky black widow’s dress… Damn that boy had bust a nut and a half in her…

Ameera had gone over some details, and most of it had been crazy as fuck. But the gist was she could stay. She was in Alex’s harem now. So she’d get her lifestyle, and he’d get her. In any way he wanted… and some other bitches too, which Georgia had figured but had to ask. “Fuck… you want him too don’tcha?” She was sitting on the edge of her very large bed, inside her own room. She shared the master bedroom with Francis when he’d been alive but had had her own room as well. Mostly just recently used after his passing in the night. She hadn’t wanted to sleep in the bed he died in…

The lovely muslima blinked her large golden brown eyes, but there was a slight curve to her full high cheekbones. “Me? In the Harem?” She said it in that weird way of hers, ‘harEEm’. “Why… I don’t know if the young master would approve of that. But if he made such a desire known I would not be disinclined…”

Georgia sat there, a hankerchief in her hand that she’d used to wipe the cum, saliva, and some lipstick off her mouth, and gave the woman a deadpan look. “Yeah, you want his big dick too. Whateva.” She rolled her eyes, the large dark globes swirling for a moment, but a smirk came her to dark lips. “I don’t care, s’long as I get mine.” Her eyes looked into the distance for a moment. “Cause I ain’t got nothing that good in a while…” She was thinking about his cock, how big it had been, how it had filled her throat and then her belly. One hand, black painted nails, moved to her slightly swollen stomach to caress it.

Ameera looked at the once wanna-be trophy wife, and now first member of her lord’s harem. She saw this woman who had been manipulative, and more proud than her life would lead one to believe, and how that woman now lusted for her new lord. Ameera knew without a doubt, that Alexander was indeed everything she wanted in life.

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A bout an hour and a half later, Georgia had gotten cleaned up, dressed in something a bit less dark, and went to find her new man. And she’d found him inside one of the main parlors of the house balls deep in some blonde bitch. Her first thought was jealousy. Not the kind of flaming, betrayed rage of a jealous woman spurned… but just jealous that some bimbo she’d never met had gotten that fat piece of meat in her before Georgia did! Damn, what was so good about being the First Bitch in the bunch if some other floozy got the goods first?

Then she heard him talking to the woman, and her big brown eyes got very wide. Mom? Son’s cock? Holy… no fucking way…. She looked around desperately and there was Ameera, sitting on the couch nearby and finger banging her coochie like it owed her money! That was a sight she didn’t think she’d ever see…. But the shock from that helped ground the first and her mind started to spin.

She knew Francis had had a first wife. The bitch had cheated on him like a dumb cunt years ago. Had gotten run out of town on a rail with some fuck off money. That Alexander hadn’t seen her since… and she remembered, while in a cum drunk haze, hearing Ameera talk about this slut showing up soon.

“Holy fuck…” The black woman breathed out. Not nearly loud enough to be heard over the sound of Alex’s non stop dirty talk as he got out his physical lust and emotional trauma on his dirty cheating mom. And Georgia… who had mostly seen Francis as a meal ticket, but had grown fond of him over the years, watched the woman gasp and moan, and drool all over herself as she was used hard… found herself silently cheering Alex on. ‘Give it to that bitch, baby. Make her fucking piss herself.’ And amore than a little satisfaction came onto her face with a small smirk.

It was still super fucked up, but she enjoyed knowing her new stud could put his bitches in place. And if this slag was in the Harem now too, then she was definitely gonna be low on that fucking totem pole. It was impressive how quickly Georgia put herself into the role of senior harem attendant. Ameera would be next to her, and possibly aside from it. She could manage all the little details, and Georgia would make sure that all the bitches stayed in line. She didn’t even know she was nodding to herself as she cemented their small hierarchy in her mind.

She watched as Alex finished up, nutting in the old bimbo hard. She had no doubt she’d gotten a bigger load earlier, and felt it proper. She watched the woman cling to her son, and try to pull him in for a kiss but to get spurned… Though not permanently. The guy still had a thing for his momma of course. Georgia decided it was time to finally let them know she was there.

“Ya’ll white people are soooo fucked up…”

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I jumped a bit when I heard Georgia’s voice, and twisted around. Mom’s legs had started to go limp around me so it was easy to pull away. My cock leaving her battered pussy with a wet SCHLICK sound. My heart was hammering. Mostly from having just spent a few minutes plowing my own mother… but also in nerves that I’d been caught.

But… well Georgia didn’t seem that honestly upset, she had a smirk on her face. Her eye’s were on my own shocked and embarrassed expression, but then went down to my cock. My shaft was hanging down mostly soft. A sticky mess of pussy juices and cum. And smeared in fading red, and fresher pink lipstick. She was wearing white instead of black. A sheath of a dress that seemed to be held up by her firm breasts, and went down to just below her hips. She’d thrown on some jewelry as well, one, or a couple necklaces of gold and opals that shined on her dark skin. I also noticed she’d reapplied her makeup more smoothly. And my steadily changing values and thought processes said in a dark voice. ‘Wonder how long till I get to mess that up again…?’

Her lips curled more as she looked at my cock and stepped in. “Damn, you really gave it to her didn’t you baby? Is that really you…” I grimaced slightly, but nodded. “Damn… black momma, then white. Baby, you got a type, you know that?” I could feel myself blushing, but also couldn’t help but smile a bit and chuckle. The post orgasm high was making it hard not to laugh at the small joke.

A few quick foot steps announced Ameera. She had buttoned up her skirt, though her top was still a bit frazzled from where I think she had one hand shoved in grabbing a breast. Her eyes were alert though and she nodded to Georgia. “Alexander had agreed to let his mother… to let Karen, join the Harem.” I blushed a bit, but didn’t deny it. With a grunt I started to get to my feet, and looking up I was surprised to see both of them reaching out hands. I looked at them for a moment, then took them both. The two women gave small grunts and made my ascent even easier. I began putting my cock away, I was still wearing my pants.

Georgia gave a laugh. “Might as well leave em off, nothing we haven’t seen yet baby.” I blinked, and slowed. I’d have to get used to her calling me baby I guess… it wasn’t bad. Did she call dad that? I did my best to not think about it. “Well… I’ve I’m not using it I’d rather put it away.” I say a bit stilted, and Georgia answers with a laugh, then moves closer to put a hand on one of mine.

“Well maybe… I want you to use it some more.” I look up at her in surprise, and she makes it more of one by leaning in to kiss me. I can smell her perfume, and her lips are so soft. They full and warm, and as she opens her mouth a big I feel her tongue. Mine answers, and I lean against her. My hands find her hips, and she grinds them against mine. And despite what just happened, she feels my cock getting hard almost before I do. She breaks the kiss and her smile is hungry. “Mmmm… thats right baby, you can take care of your other momma can’t you?” Its so fucked up… my cock physically throbs against her, and her smile gets wide.

“W-what? Who is that?” A meek voice comes from behind us, and I turn. Georgia moves with me, and clings to my side. Mom is pushing herself up on he elbows to look at us. I think she might have passed out for a moment after a came in her. Just overwhelmed by everything. But she grunted and rolled over, sitting on one hip and looking at us. “Oh… Well, this is-”

“I’m Georgia, I’m Alex’s black momma.” She grins widely, and gives me a wink. “I’m where that red lipstick came from… I saw you added to it. Heh, maybe later on this sandy bitch over here can put on a third coating.” She reached over, her turn had put her between myself and Ameera, and to the hijab clad woman’s surprised she swung out and smacked her on the bottom. Ameera jumped, making a sound I’d never heard from her, and making me laugh.

I could see her embarrassment, but I tried to make my smile to her more warm than mocking. And I saw her control any temper and give me a small but honestly eager smile back.

“Wait.. so… its all real? Alex? You have a… a harem? Thats crazy!” “Crazy as some bitch showing up at her dead ex-‘s funeral to get her own son’s nut?” Geogia’s voice was deadpan as she said it, and Karen gaped like a fish. I didn’t mention that Georgia had shown up to the funeral and got a similar result… And there was a good chance that she’d come to me for that very reason, I don’t think mom had expected to be put on her knees. I could see Ameera giving the black woman side eye, probably thinking the same. The brown skinned seemed to resist the urge to roll her eyes with great effort and focused on my mom.

“Yes Karen, Alexander has a Harem. It is as I told you.. and now you’re going to be a member of it I believe. But don’t think because he gave you so much attention this time that it gives you status. I think it more likely he wished to work out some issues instead…” My mother frowned, and with a grunt began getting to her feet. She tottered a bit and I winced. He heels were still on, but she looked like her hips had been almost dislocated. And fluids were even now running down her thighs… not to mention here tits were still out, even as she struggled to right her dress and cover them.

I frowned at that, “Leave em out.” She stopped trying to pull up the fabric. “I want your tits out mom. I like em.” Her face turned red, and her fingers curled and uncurled but she stopped. “Look… I know this is all crazy but… you know, I’m just gonna go with it. Fuck… Yes, I have a harem mom.” I reached down and gave Georgia’s ass a squeeze, she bobbed up for a moment, but her smiled just got wider as she looked over at me. “Georgia’s in it.” Then I looked pointedly to Ameera, “And Ameera is my assistant and harem manager.” I realized that I was just repeating the same things she had told mom before, more or less. But this was the first time I’d said them, the first time I was really accepting it.

“So yeah… you’re in it too Karen… Because honesty, I still think you’re a bitch. So you can be my bitch… and Georgia can be my Momma… And maybe Ameera too.” I looked at the woman. A change came over her face that was subtle and extreme. Her expression didn’t take a massive change, but her golden brown cheeks took on a darker shade. Her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily. Her eyes went a bit wider, and they turned to meet mine as her cheeks pulled just a bit in a small but definite smile. She nodded, and I grinned.

And then I felt Georgia’s hand on my cock again… “Well baby… which one of your mommy’s do you wanna give it to next… ”

I looked at her, then Ameera, and even glanced at my still shell shocked mother. I got the feeling Georgia wasn’t just teasing me, she wanted it… This gorgeous woman who had spent years keeping my father company for his cash, didn’t just want my money, she honestly wanted my cock. Or I could just be naive. But either way, I knew who it had to be. I smiled at her, but my gaze settled on Ameera. “She’s been waiting for a while.”

Ameera’s eyes were wide, in that way that scared me a little when we first met. But I was pretty sure that was her gaze when she was focused, when she was eager and excited… “Ameera… I want you in my Harem.” I made sure to stretch the ‘ee’ sound, the way she always did. I saw her chest swell up a bit with a sudden deep breath. “I want you, right now, with these other two watching. Come here.”

The muslima walked up to me with her wide and very eager gaze. Her light brown, almost golden eyes shimmered. Her body was still mostly covered, and even when she’d been playing with herself she had kept it covered and out of sight. “Take off your clothes… everything but that.” I gave a pointed look to her headscarf. It was silly, but the idea of that one point of clothing being on an otherwise naked woman excited me far more than it probably should.

I saw her bite her lip, and make a sound like a small whimper, then she began loosening her top, and pulling it off. Georgia was at her side, helping her. It seemed to surprise the younger woman, but only for a moment. She pulled it off and under I could see her skin, a golden brown color coming quickly into view, and a very tight bra that seemed to be struggling to hold in surprisingly large breasts. My eyes were glued to them, and a look of surprise on my face. And probably a lot of lust. “Damn… little sand nigga been hiding her goods…” Georgia expressed both our surprise.

Ameera’s smile was bashful, but with some pride. “I was raised to be modest… but truth be told I knew I had been gifted…” She bit at her lip for a second, the plump cushions of her mouth seem to shine with some kind of gloss. Georgia moved behind her, and Ameera didn’t bother trying to reach around just waited. There was a tug and her large breasts lifted a bit and bounced, then the bra came free. She crossed her arms to catch it, then, making sure I was paying her all my attention, my lovely persian let it drop to reveal her perfect golden breasts. I knew I made a sound, and the she smiled I knew she heard it.

“He likes it…” Georgia said, it was almost like a whisper, but loud enough that everyone heard it. I could see her reaching around, about to grab those big breasts from behind, but then she stopped and pulled back. “Go for it baby, she wants you to play with them… I would.” I grinned at the former trophy wife, she was making sure I got the first touch. A good idea, I got the feeling Ameera would be pretty ticked if anyone but me grabbed what she had just revealed. I stepped forward, both hands up and palmed them over her chest.

“Oh… wow…” My hands sunk into the soft pillowy flesh. Her breasts were large and very, very soft. Natural massive breast, and they felt amazing. My thumbs rubbed at her nipples, traced around them, then pinched just a bit. Her mouth opened in a silent moan, and I couldn’t hold back. I leaned in and kissed her. God she tasted good… I put an arm around her to pull her close, and opened my mouth. She was doing the same and our tongues tangled while my hands explored her body. She pressed herself to me tightly, and my cock was so hard against her. She let out a moan when she realized what it was and ground her body to that spot even more. I had to have more.

I broke the kiss, then lifted one heavy breast to suckle on, then the other. I felt her fingers in my hair, and heard her whispering encouragement to me. I pulled off her breasts, then knew I wanted more in my mouth. I dropped to my knees, and could tell it surprised her. “Alex?” I think it was the first time she used the shorter version of my name, the casual version. I’d seen her undoing her skirt, and I ripped at it ruthlessly. And as it came free I tossed the buttoned up skirt away, to look at her perfect body.

Her full plump breasts, her wide rounded hips… Her stomach had a bit of padding on it, looking soft and sweet. I hadn’t done any body shots in college but looking at her I could see the appeal. But mostly I was looking at her thick thighs, and between. She had on a set of dark red lace boy shorts. They clung to her hips. I knew right away that Georgia or mom would never wear anything like it, tight see through panties, or a thong, or nothing at all. This, even as revealing as the lace was, covered too much skin for those sluts. Not my Ameera… I leaned in and pressed my face to her pelvis, breathing through my nose, and then sticking my tongue out to run over her crotch as she moaned.

I felt her fingers in my hair again. “Alexander… what are you doing? You don’t need to-” I pulled her panties down, a modest patch of hair there. I wondered vaguely if she’d trim it now that she was in my harem definitively. I knew she’d do whatever I wanted though… Now, I just wanted her to spread her legs a big, but I didn’t bother asking and dived in. “Oooh!” her gasp of surprise and pleasure was like chime from on high to me.

My tongue tasted her pussy, just from the lips, then pushed inside. “Oh! Oh, Oh Allah!” “Get it baby! Eat that sand slut pussy! Heh, she looks pretty juicy…” I could hear Georgia’s voice, but my focus was elsewhere. My hands moved around and I found her ass, gripping both cheeks to squeeze them hard and shove my chin forward and up. Wanting more of her pussy as I felt her juices all over my mouth and begin running down my chin. She’d been horny watching me and mom, and now she was getting really stimulated.

I felt like I kind of owed her, she had helped me out, and helped me to suddenly make my life a hell of a lot more enjoyable. She just wanted to make me feel good… so I wanted to return the favor when possible. So I gladly ate out her pussy as she proceeded to cum at least three times on my face. I think… maybe more, or possibly less. I know at one point another set of hands were pushing on my head. I could hear a voice telling her to relax, spread her legs more. Another voice telling me to work the clit, to use my lips, and encouraging me to finger her ass. That last one made me realize it was my own mother. And I decided… “Mom..” She looked at me in surprise, bending over next to me. I was breathing fast, my chin dripping Ameera’s juices. “Get behind her, and eat her ass for me.” I saw her eyes widen, but credit due, my bimbo mommy didn’t hesitate. Just nodded and got into position.

“What? Alex, n-no, don’t tell her to-oh-oh-ooh!!” I grinned, and dived back in. One hand reached up and found one of her big tits, and my other actually reached forward and found one of moms…. I played with both while I ate her pussy, comparing their size and firmness myself. And then Ameera squirted all over my face.

“Oh.. OH OH OH OH MY GAAAAGHHH!” The busty persian grabbed out desperately, one hand locking onto my own on he breast. The other pulling my hair painfully hard as she bent her knees and shoved her pussy against my mouth, and then I got a squirt, several squirts of fluid into my mouth, then onto my face. I pulled back sputtering, then laughing. “Damn bitch, just squirt all over that stud!” Georgia’s commentary helped explain a lot at least. Ameera, moaned, and I could see her body shake then she collapsed. Mom leaned back, and she fell against me as I caught her. My knees dropped down and I held her close as she shuddered and clung to me. “Oh… Oh Allah…” She panted and I stroked her covered head and back.

I looked past her to my mother, wiping her her mouth with the back of her hand and looking on concerned. “Oh, she just squirted her damn brains out… lucky girl.” It was still surreal just being around my mom even when she wasn’t saying things like that. I shrugged, and that seemed to startle Ameera. “Oh, Alex… Alexander, I apologize… I… oh all over your face.”

I grinned widely, “Heh, its fine. You really enjoyed that huh…” She nodded more than a bit weakly and I leaned in to kiss her cheek, making her own face dimple in smiles. “You think you can handle it if I have some fun now?” Her eyes widened, but then she nodded, rapidly. “Oh yes… Please… please do.” The oral sex had been a surprise for her obviously. To say nothing of a mother/son cunnilingus/anallingus wombo combo… but she had been expecting and eager for the big event. And god I wanted it badly now… Georgia came and helped her off of me, she was still a bit shaky, and both of the older women helped her move off, and lay down on the thick carpet.

I thought for a moment if I should take her to a bedroom, a nice comfy place to do this right… but then I saw her looking up at me. Laying back, legs spread. Her wet and ready pussy, glistening fluid all over her mound, her thighs… and shades of mom’s pink lipstick around her ass. “Fuck…” I couldn’t say no to that, not even for a minute of postponement. I did have enough of my outfit though. I yanked off my tie and top. The collar of my shirt wet with pussy juice. My pants came off, kicking them away and getting completely naked. She was too, save for that hijab… it turned me on way more than it should, I thought again.

My cock was shockingly hard, the tip of it drooling precum. It glistened with partially dried fluids from my mother, and two shades of lipstick here or there. And I pressed the hard tip to Ameera. I watched her pull in a breath. “Just relax honey, he’s gonna stretch ya some…” My mother warned her. And she was probably right, but I wasn’t going to be as rough with Ameera if I could help it. None the less, when I sucked in a breath and pushed forward-“Awwwnnn..” She moaned out as the tip of my cock spread her pussy and I drove it in deeper. “Oh god… you… so..” Her words were bit short and she was breathing in fast rapid bursts.

“You feel.. so good Ameera.” She smiled, but I could see it was strained. I grit my teeth even as small tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and I pushed in farther. “Oh… You’re my… my first…” My eyes wen’t wide. “Is she for real…?!” “No fucking way!” Mom and Georgia both sounded off. “Uh huh, I don’t think so, no way this pussy never had a dick!” I could tell the dark skinned woman had serious doubts. “I… I used toy’s… I should have used bigger ones!” The last word came out in a high pitched squeal, and not thinking I pushed in deeper. I saw her eyes roll back and her hands reached out to grab my shoulders hard.

“Your… Ung… It feels good… Ameera I can stop, fuck… I can pull out, and let you… ung..” “NO! No Alex… please… do it… fuck me… fuck your-” I saw her eyes go wide, a frantic look in them as she latched onto what Georgia had said earlier. “Your Hijabi Mommy!” My eyes went wide, it was ridiculous. It was silly… it turned me on to a stupid degree, and I sunk over half my length into her.

“Aaagh!” She practically screamed out. Her mouth opening and spittle flying. My fingers gripped her soft thick hips, and I pulled out. She gasped, and when I drove in again her shout was nearly as loud the second time. I began to fuck her, low, long, steady thrusts again and again. I grit my teeth, panting hard. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck…” I was about to cum. Ameera looked like she was in another world. Her frantic eyes spinning in her head her mouth open and drool running free. Her fingers grabbed at me, her nail’s dug deep into me. “HNNNG!” I groaned out and shoved in, nearly my entire shaft going in as I came hard. Too horny to last any longer, I felt her hands let go. I saw her go limp, and lay there. My hips spasm’d several times but I didn’t go any deeper, unloading into my lovely insensate harem manager. My new Hijabi Mommy.

Fuck… I really did have a type didn’t I?

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