Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 11 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 11

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by DiscipleN

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Chapter 11

Stace had said the ‘movers’ called Terry, “Mr. Drangren.” When she returned from school, she found me at her desk searching online for that name.

“Mom, I need the computer for school.”

I erased the URL history before getting up. “I’ll be gone for supper. Do take care of your dad.”

“I can’t stand him!” She admitted.

“Well, don’t cut yourself over it. Now that you’re signed on to be Terry’s whore, any marks will drop your price.”

She gave me the finger. I exited and closed the door. My searches had been a tedious pain but ultimately successful. I found an archived page for Terry’s law practice. Court records from his trial gave an address. I checked the housing market for the place I found on a maps site. It was a two bedroom, one bath, 70’s cookie cutter design that hadn’t been sold since before Terry’s arrest. County records revealed its title was in the name of a Marlee Jackson. I looked up her name but found only BS pages.

I donned a headscarf and sunglasses and went out into the overcast but dry streets. It took two hours to walk to the address. I spent another thirty minutes looking it over from a distance. The place was a dump on an untended small plot. Nobody had given it any love for years. This had been a nice neighborhood twenty years ago, but the LINK rail had sent those who could afford to move, miles closer to it. Still Marlee Jackson’s home stuck out like a sore thumb from its neighbors.

I found a way to creep into the lot unobserved. The sun was still hovering over the horizon. I heard a woman shout.

“…those fancy clothes don’t make you any less a fool, Terrance. Nobody is gonna be looking at your whitey threads when you’re the ugliest nigger alive!”

“Yes, Momma.”

“Don’t you stop sucking, Boy. Momma’s got a lot more to feed you.”

I found a window near the sound. A woman, half the size of Terry, her face shining, sat naked on a sturdy kitchen table with plates of food piled behind her. A black head shook between her thighs. Terry was sucking his mother’s cunt! Half his size, yet fat by most standards, Mrs. Jackson might have been pretty in her youth. Her hair dangled wildly, stricken with gray. It was an unkempt mane, that hid her ears and neck. Her breasts drooped almost flat but they must have been large once. They hung down her chest like elephant ears. For some reason, her fat grew only around her belly and across her ass.

Mrs. Jackson reached behind her and grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes. “Momma won’t let her ugly, nigger boy starve, un-uh.”

It was a signal for Terry to pull away. As soon as his face cleared her pussy, she plastered it with mashed potatoes. “Don’t get any on the floor. You know I hate cleaning up after you.

“Yes, Momma.” He stuck out his tongue and lapped everything that might drip from between his mother’s thighs. Then he ducked deeper between them, and his mother moaned. She hung on to his head. “You ain’t good for nothing but sucking your old lady’s puss, Terrance. You know I love you, but this love has to be mean. You did wrong, getting caught with drugs. At least you ain’t one of them addict niggers.”

His head shook, no.

“Suck me baby. Momma’s gonna cum again.” She reached this time for a butter slathered ear of corn. It almost flew out of her hand, when she yelled. “MYYYYY BOOOOYYY!” Her other hand held her son’s head to her cunt while she shuddered bodily on the table.

When that hand leg go of him, he pulled back breathing heavily as if she had been smothering him. His mouth was spattered with white mash. Mrs. Jackson stuffed the corn up her hole. “Now you take your time and chew well, Nigger.”

In this case, ‘chewing’, had a double meaning. Terry bit kernels from the buttered ear as he slowly fucked it in and out of his mother’s cunt.

I had never seen anything so disgusting. Sadly, I reached into my pants and panties. I was just as much an addict as my husband. Instead of a horrible drug, I got off on horrible sex. I made myself cum about the time his mother wailed again.

Terry pulled the chewed cob out of his mother’s pussy and set it beside him. “I got a job, Momma.”

“Don’t lie to me, Boy. This here is your job, between your Momma’s fat thighs. Nobody’d gonna hire an ugly nigger like you with your crimes. Just like no lady is gonna let you touch her like your Momma lets you.

“No, Momma. I made my own job. I’m advising an office worker, and I’m managing a young entertainer.”

“No more lies, Son. Momma’s ears hurt when you lie. Now eat your meat, you foolish nigger.” Mrs. Jackson dug a handful of meatloaf and pushed it up her cunt. “Nobody has meat as good as your Momma makes.

He nodded respectfully and fell to the task, mouth wide, tongue lapping, eyes glazed over. He was numb. I’d seen him like that a couple times, after we’d fucked for several hours. The skies weren’t even dark yet, but the giant bowls of food behind Mrs. Jackson were only half empty.

After cumming into my hand, I retreated. They would be at it for hours. I walked home in a daze. The piteous sight hadn’t made me hate Terry any less. He was as weak as my husband, in his mother’s presence. She had every reason to call him a fool. I despised him harder. I despised myself more.

Returning home, I undressed and lay down on the couch. I clung to Terry’s rags, rubbed their foulness over my body and sniffed them. I wondered how many nights I would have to masturbate with them, before my evil lover filled my empty, longing hole again.

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Notes from Stace’s teachers fawned over her next report card. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give her an ‘A’ this semester. Next time I’m sure I will. She has really turned her scholastic efforts around!” One apologized for giving her a B+.

Reading it gave me a lift after my day at work. I had snapped angrily at Melissa, my boss, that day. She said I would regret it, but the cunt had deserved to be called, “Cunt!” She kept increasing my paperwork after I had told her, “No more late hours unless you let me mark them on the time sheet!”

I smiled at my daughter, waving the report card appreciatively in one hand. My other hand fondled a dozen, twenty dollar bills, my share.” The couch had been paid for a month ago. I counted out six twenties and handed them to Terry. His suit was looking pretty shabby, especially at the knees. “Thank you for managing my daughter, Nigger.”

An older, white man came out of the bathroom. He couldn’t look me in the eye. Stace wiped her lips with her sleeve, an unconscious habit that meant she was done for the day. She went to her room, to start her homework.

After two doors shut, leaving me alone with Terry, he called me, “Cunt!” I stripped both of us naked, and we settled in on my couch for the night.

That’s when he started ‘advising’ me. After I mounted his fatness, Terry would rattle off legal options I could take at work, to improve my lot, without getting anyone but Melissa in trouble. Eventually, she was side-moted, to another department. I became the head of mine, and I learned how shitty my group was.

Occasionally, I would give head to the owner of Mulgrew’s Beds for Dollars, for information about Terry’s drugs. He had recently observed that Carl was looking for a new source to maintain his habit. To protect his brother, Arnie, I tipped off the police from a public phone. They arrested Carl and his new dealer, but he never snitched on Terry. I had Arnie tell him, as long as he kept silent about Terry, this whore would make sure Arnie didn’t lack for anything. That was the other reason I sucked on the flophouse owner’s wrinkled, sour prick, to cover Arnie’s room and board.

The next morning, Stace woke early and mounted her pussy across her pimp’s face. He sucked her to several orgasms while I humped the last dregs of cum he would produce for the next few days. He always stayed with his Momma while his balls recovered. His rule over my family had become routine.

Near the end of Terry’s supply of heroin, which he had saved exclusively for Donald, he would make my husband wait longer and longer for a fix. Donald shrieked hatred at his pusher, promising to kill him, but his threats exhausted as quickly as his body. He couldn’t even get out of bed anymore. His broken back probably suffered additional injuries every time his body flailed from withdrawal.

In the middle of Stace’s next semester, Donald died from heart failure. Terry had run out of shit weeks previously. The autopsy showed nothing more than severe atrophy. They told me, Donald had the heart of a diseased, old man.

I could have told them that. Still I wept for him. It was a loss I was glad for, yet my heart broke over it. Stace consoled me with her tears. “At least he wasn’t as wretched as Terry.”

I heard, Terry stayed in the flophouse for a week after Donald’s death. Perhaps he had his own way of grieving.

He returned angrily, one afternoon. “Stupid BITCH, you don’t give out free samples to nobody, less I say so!” He had me ass naked across his fat thighs in less than a minute after bursting into my home. The sharp cracks of his belt sent screams streaming out of my mouth. The incredible pain flailed my arms an legs uselessly. Stace ran yelling out of her room. “Let her go!” She grabbed Terry’s drooping arm fat, also uselessly. It continued to rain the wide leather weapon against my ass.

“Arnie told me, Bitch. You’ve been fucking him while I’m out.”

“I’M SORRY!”

“You don’t fuck nobody, unless they pay me, you goddamned WHORE!”

“I’LL PAY YOU!” My daughter and I screamed together.

The belt dropped from Terry’s hands. “You better.” His eyes burned with evil.

Ass burning like a bonfire, I tore at Terry’s rumpled, filthy suit. Stace undressed beside me. We only knew one way to calm our protector. I mounted his huge prick after pushing his fat forward. I still had my blouse on, which I tore off while humping him like a cowgirl.

Stace pushed his fat against my rising and falling tummy to make room. She straddled his face and urged his tongue up into her wet groove. “We’ll pay you, Daddy.” She promised him.

She had never called him that before. Terry’s cum gushed into my heaving cunt. His body bucked under ours, and he groaned into my daughter’s pussy.

Nobody ate food that night, except for his cum and Stacey’s wetness. She didn’t call him, Daddy, ever again.

I continued to fuck Arnie, when I could afford it. Stace hated me, for making her spend her share of her earnings for my strange obsession. It was either that or spend entire nights, pussy glued to Terry’s tongue. She hated herself for enjoying it. So she avoided doing it for as long as she could. Otherwise, it would have cut into her study time.

Terry continued to pimp her mouth to carefully selected men and some women, until he told her how much they would pay for her ass.

I could fuck Arnie twice, for my share of one of my daughter’s anal services. We cried after the first time she agreed to sell her ass. A month later, I was fucking Arnie twice a week. Terry never found out that I was also sucking the flophouse owner.

At the end of the school year, Terry had been missing for nearly a week. Stace took advanced classes in summer school. After two weeks, I sneaked over to Mrs. Jackson’s house. I found him sanding and painting the place. The yard had been mowed and trimmed. I retreated before he had a chance to notice me.

Stace found me that afternoon, crying over her computer. I had found Marlee Jackson’s obituary. “Loving wife, widowed, and loving mother. She suffered much from fate, but made the best of it.”

I had closed the window upon hearing the front door open.

“What’s the matter, Mom?”

“I think we’re going to make it, Stace.” I hugged her and let my tears soak into her skirt.

“I saw Terry today. He has work for me, next Tuesday.”

“Y-you don’t have to-”

“Of course I do, Mom. I own you when you want money to fuck that retard at the flophouse. What teenage daughter can say that?”

“Nobody but you, Honey. I don’t deserve you.”

She hugged my head to her hips. “You know, I think Terry might have lost some weight.”

It was yet another sign, that my new family would barely make it in Seattle.

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The End

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