Young Asian MILF is coerced by son’s arrogant white friend

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With shocking clarity, I remembered my purpose as a mother.

I would do anything for my son. Even this.

“You–you have to cheer for him,” I stammered softly, rolling onto my back to face Johan. “You have to be a real friend to him…”

“Whatever you want, Nikki,” he said, his face lighting up victoriously as my black cotton underwear came into view. “Anything for you…”

“If I do this,” I said, my voice trailing off as he tossed my jeans onto the floor. “I won’t let you hurt Danny. I swear to God, if you ever hurt my son…”

“I wanna fuck your tits first,” Johan said, ignoring my words and straddling my midsection. “I’ve been dreaming of these tits since I was 13…”

“I’m serious, Johan!” I tried to sit up on my elbows, but he had me pinned to the bed beneath his body. “Promise me! Promise me that you’ll never do anything to hurt my son.”

“I promise,” he said hurriedly, gazing down at my body. “God, I can’t believe this is really happening…”

For a moment, I just looked up at him, watching him drink in my body. The look of pure lust in his eyes shamed me, but I was more ashamed of what it made me feel.

I’d never been someone’s obsession before, a trophy to be claimed, a land to be conquered. The feeling was electrifying, a cocktail of anger and shame and excitement and fear that I’d never tasted before.

For all his swaggering confidence, it was evident in Johan’s eyes that he never really believed that he would actually find himself in this position. But there he was, a 19-year-old college boy, poised with his oversized cock at full mast, the prone, supple body of his friend’s beautiful, big-breasted Asian mom lying there beneath him.

And if that weren’t enough of a fantasy, Johan could see that I wasn’t fighting him anymore, not really. Earlier that day, he had physically overpowered me, forcing me to suck him off and swallow his cum. Now, he didn’t have to force me, because I was negotiating with him, asking for friendship and kindness in exchange for my married Korean pussy.

I was going to give him what he wanted, and we both knew it. He had solved me, just like he said he would.

Then, Johan spat unceremoniously on my chest, using his hands to rub the saliva in between my breasts.

“You’re a pig,” I whispered, trying to salvage some semblance of dignity even as I acquiesced. He lifted my bra up, sliding his cock beneath the thin strip of fabric that connected the two cups. “You’re a monster…”

Now, his huge, pulsating tool was nestled in the valley between my breasts, snugly pinned against my skin by my bra.

“Your tits are so big, Nikki,” he sighed with pleasure, using his hands to push my boobs together so that they created a warm, pillowy tunnel around his cock. “So fucking soft…”

Then, Johan began fucking my tits.

I lay there speechless, looking up at this 19-year-old boy as he bucked his hips, rutting himself crudely against my breasts, his face a mask of cruel, unadulterated lust.

As Johan grunted and moaned, I found myself thinking of my older sister once again. Was this what it had been like for her? Had she let those white boys take advantage of her like this back when she was a teenager? Had she enjoyed the way that they manhandled her?

But I knew this was much darker than anything she’d done back then. I wasn’t a high school girl in the backseat of a car. I was a married, 34-year-old woman, not some naive teenage girl. Yet here I was, on my back, as my son’s friend buried his white, college boy cock between my tits.

“You’ve been married a long time, haven’t you?” he grunted. “You’re a good wife, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t even know the answer anymore.

“I bet you’ve never cheated on him, have you?”

I shook my head no.

“Fuck, so… so I’m special,” he moaned, exultant. “I’m your first…”

In the back of my mind, I heard Steve’s voice: “You’re good at making people feel special.”

“Yes,” I said softly.

“You’ve… you’ve really never been with anyone else?” he moaned. “You’ve never been with a white guy?”

“No,” I whispered.

“Jesus Christ,” he panted, slowing his strokes. “I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to fuck you so hard, Nikki…”

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