Breeding the Help Ch. 02

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-D

Breeding the Help Ch. 02

This story is based on real events in my life. All characters are 18 or older. This is the long-awaited continuation to Breeding the Help.

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How I dealt with the consequences of impregnating my family’s young Filipino maid.

Bangkok, Thailand December 1996

‘Anytime I need to see your face, I just close my eyes

And I am taken to a place where your crystal mind

And magenta feelings take up shelter in the base of my spine

Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola…’

Darren Hayes’ face played across the fuzzy black and white screen of the tiny TV in the cramped, windowless maid’s room. It was close to midnight. Our big expat villa house was mostly asleep in the middle of the restless concrete jungle that was Sukhumvit. Savage Garden was hypnotic as I lay back naked on the thin, bruised mattress, pale skin beaded in sweat. The quietly whirring fan in the corner did little to alleviate the sweltering heat or aerate the musky, lingering smell of cum – mine and Maria’s, our family’s live-in Filipina housekeeper. Over the past 3 months, our secret, salaciously fruitful courtship had changed my teenage life in ways I still didn’t fully understand. I was in a constant rut with her, riding on a nonstop sexual high powered by raging adolescent hormones and a voracious male appetite.

Nestled between my legs, the caramel-skinned slip of Maria’s nude, 23 year-old body was perspiring against me, long jet black hair framing her pretty Asian features. Brown, expressive almond-shaped eyes stared up with gently simmering lust and love. The pout of her dark, full lips hovered near the crown of my fat cockhead with an impish smile. Her hot breath was achingly close on my skin. Maria gripped my large, hard dick at its base with the graceful digits of her hand, stroking it playfully. She enjoyed toying with the smooth, circumcised surface and admiring its impressive length. I’d measured myself at a girthy 8.5 inches but it was probably closer to 9 when I was around her.

I felt the warmth and supple softness of one of Maria’s brown, milk engorged breasts resting on my leg. The dainty gold crucifix dangling from her svelte throat made what we were doing in the darkened room feel somehow even dirtier. My gaze moved downward. In the low light, I could make out the vagueness of Maria’s small, rounded belly, swollen with our illicit offspring. It was larger now, growing and protruding so sexily from the litheness of her tight, tanned body.

I did that. My big fucking white dick did that. I felt a primal, obsessive pride at the inevitable product of our breeding, my domination of Maria’s Asian womb. I didn’t allow the terrifying thought of being a teen father enter my mind; it was still all about the sex. Seeing our nubile family maid’s pregnant belly rising and falling gently with her breath made me even harder as she gently jacked me off. I let out a groan through my teeth as I pulsed between her fingers.

Like I’d learned in school, I’d colonized her body and conquered her just as my American ancestors had done to the Philippines a hundred years ago. I’d made her into my broodmare, and now I wanted to enjoy the spoils.

Maria noticed my wanton eyes on her little gravid bump with a bite of her bottom lip, teeth bright against her darker skin in the gloom. Her free hand slid over her thigh to rest on her abdomen, caressing the swell and popped navel in a way that she knew drove me wild. Maria’s ring finger sparkled with the cheap Mall 8 diamond I’d bought her with my allowance. Like, technically, it was an engagement ring. When I’d first given it to her, it was just to keep her from running away after learning she was pregnant. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, promising I would marry her someday. Just that it felt good saying that and I wanted to keep fucking her brains out. But now…I just wanted to be with her.

Was that love? I don’t know. Maybe. Saying I loved her now felt less like lip service to get her wet and pliable for me and more natural.

Real.

I definitely had feelings for Maria now, like, beyond her just being my obedient sex toy. Maybe she was the hired help, the Filipina housekeeper who was having sex with her employers’ 18 year-old son, but she belonged to me. She was special, like a gift, you know? Maria was my secret slutty pregnant wife who’d completely given herself to me. Pussy, breasts, mind, womb; heart, and soul. I was actually beginning to really, deeply care about her. And even though our forbidden relationship was always in danger of discovery and serious consequences, I didn’t ever want it to end.

Oblivious to what I was thinking, Maria’s lips parted before she leaned forward to brush them against the angry pink head of my straining cock. The kiss lingered, followed by a lascivious flick of her tongue that came away with a strand of sticky pre. She licked her lips lewdly before arching her hips to push her sweat-slickened pregnant belly out enticingly as her palm caressed it, inflaming my desire to no end.

“You baby in here, already growing beeg,” Maria said in a husky whisper. Her thick Filipino accent and bad English turned me on even more, knowing I loved it when she talked dirty like this and inflamed my all sexual obsessions. My mare gave my cock a chiding squeeze. “Big diick, beeg tisoy baby you make in me…Ang libog ko para sa iyo…”

Maria suddenly engulfed my cockhead in the familiar warm wetness of her slutty Pinay mouth, head moving sinuously as she sucked me off. Her little breaths and grunts of delight intensified as her fingers trailed from her swollen belly down through the thickening thatch of pubic hair above her slick pregnant cunt. Needy fingers strummed with growing urgency over her clit and in and out of her insatiable gash. My eyes rolled back into my skull as I roughly caressed the side of my mare’s head and gripped her silky, jet black hair. The cross at her throat clinked chaotically as she dutifully served my big American dick, suckling deep and eagerly to show her gratitude for all the pleasure it had given her and the offspring it had sired in her fertile Asian womb.

‘Ooh, I want you, I don't know if I need you, but

Ooh, I'd die to find out

Ooh, I want you, I don't know if I need you, but

Ooh, I would die to find out…’

Neither of us were watching Channel V anymore, but the grainy song provided a mesmerizing soundtrack as Maria moaned around me, struggling to take more of my length into her mouth while she fucked herself. I loved seeing her lips stretched around my long, thick white shaft. She gasped throatily for air, letting my cock spring free, more pre and saliva stringing down her pert chin.

“Haunh! Why you diick still too beeg for my mouth, ah?” Maria scolded me with playful exasperation as she stroked my untamed shaft, fingers wetting themselves on oozing precum. “So big this diick! Titi ng kabayo!” As if to make her point, she took my cock in both hands, her brown digits pumping up and down my aching length.

“Unnff…I dunno, just suck it anyway you slut,” I grunted affectionately under her pleasurable ministrations. Maria gave my thigh a chiding smack in reply before she resumed jacking me off, fingers gliding up and over my entire length and sensitive crown. Our maid loved my young dick and knew exactly how to get me off. She was being sassy and relishing the control of taking me tantalizingly close to release.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” I warned, gently bucking my hips up at her from the growing ecstasy of her touch.

“Not yet! I wan suck you more,” Maria insisted as she stopped and leaned down to place wet, sloppy kisses and long, lingering licks over my rock-hard member and aching balls. She fondled the pair impishly before tenderly sucking one into her mouth. “Mmm…Drink you Carl Daddy diick milk,” she breathed after releasing it. “My ina say it good for we baby. Make strong baybee. I wan you cum a lot for feed us, OK?”

The way she thought and talked was so vulgar, so fucking provincial. Rural and uneducated. It reminded me of how filthy and depraved it felt to stoop down and copulate with this female that was so far below me. My parents’ hired help; the lowest class of migrant worker. More than that, my dick had taken over completely and I’d fucked at least one child into her womb. Our offspring was quickly gestating and pushing her once-flat belly out under the same roof we shared with my unsuspecting mother and father. It was all so perverted; a victory for my basest desires and a big ‘fuck you’ to societal norms and my suffocating, uncaring parents. Whenever my brain had a chance to surface from my sexual fog though, I knew I shouldn’t have done it. But I was addicted to Maria’s slinky Asian body, bad. Probably in love with her too at this point.

All my most depraved fantasies centered around Maria. Right now I wanted her to become heavily pregnant with a litter of my half white young and whelp them proudly in her shitty village, only to be impregnated again as soon as they were born. An impoverished warren full of my hapa children, and a hot young Filipina wife who shamelessly lived to breed and rear them, to serve my desires. Broody, aloof, and enjoying the attention of the other peasants; jealous, stupid women who all wanted to take her place and be the alpha female. To have that coveted right to be the favorite of a huge-cocked American stud and swell with my offspring. The highest badge of honor for any tropical Asian bitch.

Fuuuck that was wrong but so goddamn hot.

I know I’d promised to take Maria with me to live in America somehow. Yet the perverse fantasy made my dick throb with pent-up, animal lust as my mare put her hungry little Pinay mouth over my cock again to resume with greedy purpose. She sucked and slurped on my big white teenage cock, pretty raven-haired head working harder to take me in deeper. It was so exotic to see the paleness of my long, veiny shaft being worshiped by her brown Pinay lips. I ran my digits over the soft arch of her neck, gently but firmly holding her nape as she tried to coax and milk my cum.

“You’re so good at this now,” I encouraged, my mouth open in pleasure. “You’re such a good fuckin’ wife…nngh…you sexy lil’ slut...”

She moaned around my cock and sucked harder, shifting up onto her hands and knees, letting me fully see what I had wrought on her hot Asian body. The small pregnant globe of her belly was shiny with a coat of perspiration, hanging down lewdly behind her pendulous breasts and their deliciously bloated chocolate areolas. They dripped sweat onto the bedding, running in rivulets down her milk-fed brown tits to patter in drops from her nipples. I reached out to caress one and round a long stiffening nip with my thumb, squeezing it to elicit a feminine cry and a series of light quakes that shook her bare shoulders and hips as she came.

I felt my cum boil out as my orgasm overtook me, cock bloating inside Maria’s mouth. She clamped her lips and hollowed her cheeks as I groaned and tightened my grip on her nape, exploding down her throat. My mare only gagged a little as she enthusiastically gulped and swallowed the flood of semen that pulsed out, one, two, three, four, five, six fucking times, savoring the taste. When I subsided, she let me free with a gasping laugh, wiping the seep of thick, pearly white cum from her lips and chin. She gave my softening member a few loving kisses before cleaning it with long laps of her tongue and then finally laying down next to me.

The black-painted nails of my woman’s tan digits blissfully traced the definition of my ivory abs. It reminded me of something this hilarious Dutch jock kid Lucas had told me last year – that the best way to get a six pack was to rail the shit out of your girlfriend. The more you fucked, the more you worked out your abs. It sounded pretty plausible – he was a senior who was going out with this really hot Norwegian chick Maya after all, so basically an authority for a virgin like me. And after having sex with our maid at least once a day for the past few months, it did feel like my musculature was tighter and more pronounced down there. Everywhere else too.

I mean, it could also have been all the training and intramurals for school Track I’d been doing this semester. Or maybe Maria was changing me into a more ideal mate just like I’d been changing her. I was definitely a way better lover now, totally attuned to my woman’s needs.

My mare seemed to approve of my fit young body anyway, more cut or not, as she brushed her lips up the firmness of my perspiring abs and chest. When she reached my face, Maria took it in her hands for a deep, voracious kiss – I could taste myself in her hot little mouth. I kissed back, feeling her nipples harden and drag into my skin as her heavy breasts mashed into my chest.

“Now me, husbaand,” she moaned huskily against my lips, bucking and grinding her steaming, demanding pregnant pussy into my thigh. “Kainin mo ako, dilaan mo ako,” she whispered, urging in Tagalog as she gently started to guide me down with her small hands on my broad shoulders.

There was something so arousingly exotic to hear my woman speak in her own tongue when we had sex. It sounded so vulgar, like it was meant to be grunted while people fucked in huts and shacks and whorehouses. Or rich expatriate maid’s rooms, I guess.

I had no idea what the fuck she was saying but it always sounded hot as hell.

As much as Maria had adored my big cock, I reciprocated with my mouth and lips against the sweaty smoothness of her flawless brown skin. It was hot and tasted salty-sweet as I positioned myself over her and kissed her throat and delicate collarbone, then her dripping cleavage before my lips found her gently heaving Filipina breasts. They had grown so much after my virile seed had taken root inside her Asian body – DDs now, the perfect size on her svelte, feminine frame.

I loved the changes my cum had imprinted on Maria in its biological imperative to transform her youthful body into that of a suitable mother for my offspring; fattening and ripening already large Asian breasts to these obscenely lewd, taut broodmare teats, dark, plump nipples always aching to be suckled in anticipation of the milk and hungry newborn mouths to come. The widening of her lithe, nubile hips and the inevitable, sordid swell of her sexy little baby belly. And, of course, Maria’s absolutely insatiable pregnant sex drive.

I latched onto one of my maid-wife’s upturned, bloated nips and suckled as my hands glided down her arms and waist. With a pleasured shriek, Maria shuddered again from the electric current of her hair-trigger orgasm, so sensitive to the touch. One of her hands went to the other breast, kneading it with a bitten lip, eyes closed tight.

“NnMmMM! Anong…gentle…you gentle…” she whimpered. Maria chanted my name between panting breaths as I kissed and sucked on her pregnant tits, silently encouraging them to produce plenty of breastmilk for me and our offspring.

“Carrrl…aAAUh…Carl…Caaarlll…hmnnaah…Carrrrll…”

I felt Maria’s digits in my hair again, curling as her knees bent on either side of me, toes digging into the mattress. She tenderly began to push my head down further, bucking her hips up at me needily. I felt the slick, thick tangle of her unruly pubic hair brush up against my skin as her pregnant Asian cunt dripped and pleaded for attention. I took her petite hips and gently held her writhing ass down on the bed as I moved lower, pausing to kiss and lick along the curve of her burgeoning, sweat-lined stomach – the nexus and fruit of my unconscionable desire. The depraved lizard brain thoughts came again to my hormone-addled adolescent mind. Mate. Mine. Pregnant.

Despite just being drained, I could feel hot blood pump to my dick as it started to harden again. Maria was letting out impatient grunts as she continued to maul and torture her sensitive breasts above me. I traveled to the nadir of her femininity, placing kisses along the vertical faintness of her developing pregnancy line. The triangular patch of womanly hair above my slut’s cunt had grown thick and unkempt over her mons and darkened pussy lips. I loved the bestial obscenity of it.

My cock became painfully hard again at the sight. Maria’s pregnant pussy was dripping with a heady feminine musk, scalding hot as I dove in to lap and bite and suck at her cunt lips and clit just the way I knew she loved it. Her grip on my scalp tightened as she gripped my short hair and started to let out long, whorish moans and gentle screams, teeth gnashing open and shut as she undulated beneath me. Maria’s taste was syrupy and pungent as she wept her honeyed desire. She could take the girth and length of my entire cock at this point, but somehow every time she started out so deliciously tight, just like now, clamping and grasping her wet heat viselike around my tongue and fingers.

My prized Filipina shuddered and spasmed from an unbroken chain of female orgasm, the little hill of her gravid belly trembling in front of me. I felt so much lust and love for her as I watched her pretty Asian face screw up with pleasure, gasping and squealing in unbridled sexual ecstasy.

“AAIEEEunnn…! Carrrl you…hnnh! Dahan-dahannnnn uuhhhhhhnn..ah ah ah…more more…you more…so good my pussiee…konti pa…UNH! Ganyanganyan!” she mewled in a mix of English and Tagalog. Maria’s hips suddenly shook in a building crescendo that lifted her ass up off the bed as a huge climax surged through her. Her low, guttural moan echoed against the walls as she thrashed beneath me and vented hot juice against my chin, finally flopping back to gasp for breath.

“Tama na,” Maria panted, body convulsing lightly every so often with aftershocks as she recovered. I planted a kiss on the lips of our maid’s faintly pulsing pussy, eliciting the shiver of another miro-climax. She made a sound of protest as I moved in to tease her further, closing her legs tight and laying on her side. I crawled over to spoon her petite, sexy body with my throbbing erection, my toned, teenage frame dwarfing hers. I held her possessively from behind with both arms, one hand crushing a breast, the other sliding over the bump of her stomach. Maria started with an irritated sound but it soon turned to a satisfied hum as she felt the hardness of my big cock wedging against the cleft of her tight, shapely little ass.

“You want again??” she sighed in hopeless resignation against her pillow, not looking back at me. I answered by pushing my slick cock between her cheeks and down towards her pussy. But either because of the angle or miscalculation on the way there, I stopped against the pucker of her asshole. Accident slowly, languidly turned to degenerate intent. My big meaty head wedged insistently against the iris of her tight opening, making her cry out in protest. She glared at me from over her shoulder, smacking my forearm arm, hard. “NO! You no fuck my ass, Carl! You horse-diick too beeg, you try you kill me, you break my ass, I tol you!” Maria chided, clucking at me though she made no attempt to escape the press of my member. “Too dirtee, that. We no do. No.”

I pushed forward persistently against her tight opening, both of us lubricated enough that I started stretching her open with the tip of my large glans. She squawked in disbelief and surprise as I started to gently pump and fuck my way inside her pucker, but that gave way to a quiet moan as I moved one hand down the convex shape of her belly to work her drenched clit and hairy cunt lips, the other fondling her full teat. Even as she wriggled herself weakly to get away, the movements of her hips just wedged me in deeper.

“Nnno nno nouuuuu…” Maria whispered as I tried to fuck her ass, grunting in discomfort at what I was doing but also pleasure at my other ministrations. More of my head was starting to fit inside of her, lubricated by the copious amount of cream she’d juiced, sweat, and the pre generously oozing from my head at the conquest of this unwillingly tight new fuckhole. It was indescribably tight. I let out a groan as I managed to penetrate what felt like an inch, then another, into her tiny Filipina bubble butt, then most of my cockhead as I slowly but firmly fucked my way through her tiny fleshy ring. Maria was whimpering but starting to push back into me. Just as I thought she was beginning to really enjoy it and allow even more of me inside her, I felt sudden resistance and my mare let out a sharp yelp of pain. Maria finally scooted her ass away to release me, palm resting protectively on her protruding belly.

“AIEE! Chhhhhhhhh! NO! Not when baby in me,” my Pinay pleaded in a dismayed but lusty hiss through her teeth, glaring at me with annoyance that quickly melted into wry amazement. “You so BAD! Bad boy, Carl Daddy.”

Unapologetic, I grinned wolfishly at her, kissing her shoulder, neck and cheek as I slowly moved in against her lithe back and started to push between her legs again. Maria made another sound of angry feminine protest, but relented with a purr at the sensation of my big member sliding and settling against her wet, welcoming pussy. Her breathing deepened as she luxuriated in the feeling and grew more receptive, until finally patting my chest and submitting to me just like she always did.

“Mmm. OK, OK, we do again,” Maria pursed her dark lips at me, clicking her tongue between her teeth. “Tllkk. But this last time tonight we fuck. Tomorrow I work, you school.”

I nodded as my little pregnant slut rose to her knees, tiny crucifix glittering and tinking against her sweaty, sex-flushed breasts, nubile body glistening in the dark. She straddled me with a look of loving but lingering bewilderment, clearly wanting to set the pace after my painful, failed attempt at anal. With her long black hair plastered to her lean back, Maria stroked her round belly reassuringly with a far-off look, maternal instinct momentarily at odds with pleasing her mate. Her impregnator.

I luxuriated in the sight of her svelte, fertilized Asian body in that moment, flourishing at the end of her first trimester. She was so beautiful, so erotic in the shadows of the maid’s room. My broodmare demurred down at me with a growing, lazy smile before wrapping her tan fingers around my huge turgid length. Maria gripped and positioned it as she maneuvered herself to crouch over my waiting cock with her rounded, distended belly. Her swollen pussy lips kissed my dickhead with their slick, velvety folds, strands of her cream already dripping to wet the glans. She spread her legs some and squatted down lewdly to devour my entire length inside of her with a drawn-out grunt. Maria’s almond-shaped eyes shut with pleasure, lip bitten hard as I filled her canal so completely. The tightly enveloping, familiar heaven of being sheathed in her pregnant cunt was indescribable ecstasy as our pubic bones mashed together and I crushed up against the entrance to her busy womb.

Her pussy walls vibrated as she came hard with a low, animalistic moan. Maria bowed her dark head, hunching her back to lean forwards with a tremble, hands supporting herself on my abs. Slowly, my housekeeper started to ride and fuck herself onto me on our secret, licentious marital bed. The lecherous, wet slap of my big cock being impaled over and over into her sopping hairy Asian cunt smacked discordantly with the soft music from the TV.

‘...Boiling heat, summer stench

'Neath the black, the sky looks dead

Call my name through the cream

And I'll hear you scream again

Black hole sun, won't you come

And wash away the rain…?’

Our maid looked so filthy and fucking sexy squatting and sweating above me on my big cock. It was a deliciously familiar sight. Her Pinay cunt was stretched in a fleshy brown and gray circle around my thick, veiny white meat, coating it in pearly girl cum. She was so completely filled that her greedy little pussy lips pulled and stretched down my long length every time she lifted her hips and slid upwards on my demanding dick.

“Kantot…unh…kantot…aunn! Fuck me…nnh…” Maria grunted between each thrust before it devolved into a long string of shuddering moans. “I..hnn…love…AUnn! You so…beeg…nnm! Diick…”

If Maria was anything to go by, all Asian women at their core desired a genetically well-endowed white male over the sexually inferior cucks of their own race. For her part though, Maria had early on berated me before, during, and after sex that my abnormally large penis was simply too big, not just for her but for anyone – saying disgusting but somehow arousing peasant shit like my cock was more suited to service and breed water buffalos or farm horses, just feeding more and more into the depraved allegory of our bestial desire.

Ego surging over these grotesque, sex-addled thoughts, I gripped her ass and then hips as I fucked back up into her, harder and deeper, knowing the supple little brown fucking machine of her body could take it all. She wailed in delight as we fucked one another, once again consummating our forbidden mating pact. Maria threw her head back with gritted teeth, unruly strands of silky black hair matted to one side of her sweaty face. It gave her lust-consumed Asian features a wanton, primal cast. Perspiration ran in rivulets down my wife’s breasts and the gravid globe of her small baby belly as it heaved and bucked with every smack of her hairy broodmare cunt.

Maria’s back arched as we fucked, pregnant bump bulging obscenely between her legs to stand out even more with fertile arrogance. I placed both my hands on the taut, hot skin over her swollen womb, holding and caressing it as it rose and fell above me.

‘...Black hole sun, won't you come?

Won't you come?’

My dick was truly back where it belonged, clenched in the sweltering, unbelievably tight vise of her hungry womanhood. We pounded against one another as Maria’s walls pulsed and flexed along my shaft in unending orgasm, this impregnated Filipina cunt so desperately thirsty to suck even more of my potent teenage American cum up into her body.

Eventually it was too much. With a groan that rose up deep from my chest and out my teeth, I felt my cock expand and surge inside her. My climax built in a towering wave of unstoppable pleasure, seed churning up from my balls. My mind went blank as I pulled my slut-wife down onto me by her hips and erupted up against the plug of her cervix in what felt like a torrent of cum. Maria climaxed with a throaty whine that crescendoed into a scream and squirt of her own juices at the sensation of being overfilled again, each boiling pulse of my orgasm roiling and drowning her canal in my seed.

As I subsided, Maria crumpled forward against me in a sweaty, huffing mess. The firm press of her round bump, heavy breasts, and hard nipples raking on my torso made me twitch inside her as my thick cum began to ooze out of her hairy pregnant cunt and over my thighs. My woman’s fading release left her in a state of tender, silent convulsion, hot flesh trembling on mine. Maria panted against my mouth, my world filled with her pretty, immensely satisfied Filipina face.

“Mmn…I love you,” I breathed into her ear as I nuzzled past her cheek. It just kind of came out, probably awkwardly. Until now, I’d only murmured that I loved her back when she initiated with the declaration, but that’s just how I felt in the moment of afterglow. True.

My words made her pussy ripple weakly around my softening member, milking more of me into her oversexed Filipina body. She pulled back to give me a long stare full of fierce love in her almond-shaped eyes. But then it darkened to something that looked like apprehension, even fear.

The hot gaze lingered and took on a dumbfounded quality. It reminded me of how she looked at me after I’d first forced myself on her while she was cleaning the house. Maybe it was post-coital clarity reminding her that she was having a dangerous, depraved affair with a high schooler and was now pregnant by him. The teenage son of ‘Sir-Madaam’, who were both sleeping on the other side of the house.

Maria frowned deeply, bottom lip trembling in trepidation. It looked like she was about to cry before the spell broke and she kissed me on the cheek, sweaty chest still rising and falling as she regained her breath. Without another word she disengaged our joined bodies with a long, wet slurp. My semi-erect monster flopped out from her well-fucked cunt with a gush of semen that splashed over our legs and the bed. Maria’s tangled black hair followed her as she cupped her weeping pussy and unlatched the door to slink bowlegged outside and into the adjoining servant’s bathroom.

The fuck was that all about? I drew up to sit, running my fingers through my short-cropped, tousled mane. The air was thick with the sweet, tart smell of Maria’s musk and my cum; the tang of male and female sweat. I balled up some of the moist bedding in a fist and wiped the mixed fluids from my thighs and flaccid cock before swinging my legs over the side of the raised slab to stand. Did I say something wrong? Was that it for tonight? I had made her cum a lot, more than usual – that was good, right? So why did I feel like I’d fucked up somehow?

Maria and I didn’t communicate very much. Usually it was just furtive looks and innuendo during the day, or just straight fucking around if we could get away with it under my parent’s noses. But we still didn’t really talk besides her telling me to do my homework before we had our after-school or nightly trysts, or the usual maid stuff like urging me to eat all my meals and asking if I wanted my room cleaned. The most conversation we had was during foreplay and sex. All just dirty talk. Sometimes we’d whisper endearments to one another between rounds, but nothing substantive. Probably the last time that’d happened was when I promised I’d marry her.

Was my pregnant Filipina mare getting skittish again or something? All the sex these past months seemed to distract and comfort her from her original fears. I thought things were going great.

My first instinct was to blow it off, that Maria was just being hormonal or whatever, and head back to my room to sleep. But that look and her hasty exit? They gave me pause. Every night without fail she’d wish me goodnight, suck face, and ask me to kiss her belly. Then sometimes a cheeky swat on my ass as I left. But not this time.

Something was wrong. Alone in the darkened maid’s room, the voiceless concern was infectious. The tiled walls lined with pop posters and small shelves started to feel suffocating in the tiny space. As I stood there and tried to think, I noticed things I wouldn’t normally have. The portrait of the Savior was still turned away, a nightly ritual for her. A couple of high school-level English learning books and one in Thai. The chunky white paperback of Ann Rice’s Interview with a Vampire, which I couldn’t believe she could actually read, but it looked used and earmarked. For some reason I there was also a pair of mostly-eaten twin bananas on a plate. Cravings, maybe.

The cold thrill of what I’d done, the strange knot in my stomach at the weirdness and fear of fucking with the trajectory of my entire life – it’d been constant company at the beginning, but faded to background noise over the last couple of months. Now it was back with a vengeance.

I wasn’t afraid of being a father. Maria was the mother, a professional homemaker, and she’d take care of the baby. She was born for the role. I’d figure out how to take care of them, somehow. I kind of already had a plan, half-assed as it was.

I was afraid of my mare running away though, back to the Philippines. I wouldn’t allow it.

The door creaked as I stepped out into the near-pitch of the laundry and kitchen area, hearing roaches scuttle across the floor and up the walls. A heavier scrabbling above me was from one of the rats that I knew cohabited the bones of our villa house. First time I had confirmation of the fact was watching some late night episodes of Ren & Stimpy in our first floor den in the dark. I heard a scrabbling noise from the other side of the room and saw the shadowy shape of a giant freaking rodent on a desk. To my fascinated horror, it was gnawing on the neck of a spray bottle to get at the water inside. Next morning I checked out the lemon-yellow plant spritzer to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Yep – two fang marks right through the plastic.

That was Thailand though. Live and let live, right? Same reason why I kept my room an air-conditioned icy 16 degrees centigrade – none of the creepy crawly Bangkok jungle shit could survive in that kind of climate.

The bathroom door was mostly closed but for a crack of spilled, orangish light. I could hear the spray of the shower emanating from within. I stepped up to the door and peered inside.

The maid’s bathroom was easily the shittiest room in our large but venerable villa. A claustrophobic square cell of old tiled walls, it was barely big enough to fit in the only squat toilet in the house and an open basin with a little bucket to flush it. A tiny sink with a wall-mounted mirror in one corner and a hose shower in the other filled the rest. This drain on the floor caught excess water and probably welcomed the roaches and other flying motherfuckers in. At least it had a tiny vent window up high to keep the smell under control. I’d never been in there more than to take an urgent piss after one of our fuck sessions – too gross for me. A far cry from the five-star hotel-type bathrooms we had elsewhere in the house, although Mother complained about them being ‘a smidge too old fashioned and outdated’ for her taste. But somehow my secret wife made what she had work, and was always fresh and pretty for me.

Maria was standing there naked in front of the mirror, staring at her tan body. My mare’s ripening pregnant Asian beauty was on display in all of its glowing glory. Her tits hung heavy in their fattened teardrop shapes; elongated nipples dark and so suckable. The wild tumble of normally straight black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her vaguely elfin, youthful face was so exotically attractive, so different from the white chicks I was expected to chase. But Maria’s pregnant belly was the focus of her attention as she stood there, her hands draped over its bulging curve on either side. She was carrying low. My woman turned to inspect it from her side profile and stroked it with motherly apprehension. But then a look of contented pride softened her features to see how her uterus jutted out so fully this early on, like she’d swallowed a little melon or something.

In the clearer light of the bathroom, the reality of our situation hit me again, but differently. She was really very obviously pregnant now. It felt like the growth to this state had happened fairly quickly, just over the past week or so. Yeah, Maria had inevitably started showing early on with her lithe, slinky body and although I’d foolishly dared her to flaunt it in front of my parents, they were too oblivious and self-absorbed to notice. But now?

Maria’s expression changed to one of sadness as she stared at her reflection. I hated seeing her look like that. What was going on?

Suddenly, it clicked in a rare moment of empathy for me. Now it wasn’t perverse fun and games anymore. Not for her.

I mean, I couldn’t read Maria’s mind but I had a pretty good idea what was going on in her pretty head. I knew that her feelings for me had been entwined with a heavy shroud of shame. Her strict religious upbringing and the implications of our age difference had probably gnawed at the edges of her consciousness for a long time. Grappling with the fear of judgment, the weight of societal expectations, and the terrible uncertainty of her future.

My mind spun out of control, watching her like that. Maybe Maria was questioning whether her feelings were genuine or simply a fleeting, sex-filled escape from the challenges of her life. Maybe she questioned whether the love she felt was worth the risks it carried.

Now that Maria’s pregnancy had become truly evident, maybe the walls of her internal struggle were crumbling down. The shame she had fought to suppress was literally staring her in the face. The reality of impending motherhood reflecting her deepest fears and vulnerabilities. Maybe she was torn between her love for me and the weight of the stupid choices we’d made.

I mean, shit, I’d wielded my power as her employer’s son to manipulate and seduce her into becoming my loyal slut. My broodmare. My self-declared wife. In that moment, I really, truly felt for her.

But despite the concerns that my higher functioning synapses were firing, my teenage hormones were increasingly inflamed by the sight of Maria’s growing, mesmerizing pregnancy being flaunted in front of me. With a pang of lust, I felt my low-swinging cock start to engorge and rise again.

Fuck, I was conflicted. I probably should have just given her space and had a heart-to-heart with her after school the next day, but I got harder and harder as I gorged on her with my eyes. Better judgment quickly started to fade. In the end, like always, I let my dick lead me into the bathroom.

Maria let out a little shriek as I pushed into the tiny chamber and shut the door, reflexively covering herself. She glared with narrowed almond eyes at me, hissing through clenched teeth in a raised whisper. “CARL! NO. You go! Go sleep, I wan shower. You…CHH!” she snapped her tongue in a fury when she felt my big, hard dick poke her leg, raising her hand and threatening to give it a slap. “ENAFF!”

The room was barely big enough for the two of us. The shower spray was splashing wonderfully against my muscled back as I loomed almost head and shoulders over her petite, 5-foot nothing Filipina frame. “Hey, hey hey!” I tried, placatingly. “Shhh. Sorry! It’s not my fault! You know I can’t control it! I was just worried about you.”

Maria’s expression softened to skepticism and incredulity. “You worry me?” she frowned with the bud of her dark lip, the diamond glinting from the hand on her hip. “Me worry you me baby. Belly so beeg now, too beeg. You see!” she barked, holding her gravid stomach for emphasis. “Sir-Madaam find out soon, what we do, Carl?” she pressed, near tears again. “You promise you care me…” she whimpered.

I could guess what was unsaid. All that awful shit I had been thinking, confirmed, and probably more. Like I was still a boy even though I’d shown her I was a man. Still a student, a kid without a job who didn’t know shit about responsibility. Of course she was right but I was determined to keep her.

I came closer, putting my hands reassuringly on her shoulders, the shaft of my big throbbing dick pressing against and sliding up over the curve of her belly as I gently embraced her. It felt so good. She made an angry sound of opposition at first, but demurred as my hands caressed her back with tender affection. I leaned in close to murmur my plan in its entirety near her ear. As I did, she fidgeted and pulled at the diamond ring on her finger, but slowly relaxed as the tension began to melt away.

“You…do that for me?” Maria whispered aloud, stunned.

“Yeah,” I promised. “You’re my wife, I love you.” Again, I meant it this time.

Maria crumpled into me, sobbing, but it sounded like relief. There in the shower she confided all the shit I hadn’t cared about or wanted to know until now, about how she’d been so lonely, and how it was just her, completely supporting her destitute parents and sister’s schooling back home. How the heartless agency had her passport and she was so completely at the whim of my parents – and especially my cruel mother. She was terrified of us being discovered, which was now in her mind, imminent.

I kissed Maria’s head as I held her. There would have been a time that I wouldn’t have cared at all about her problems, like, just dismissed them as completely beneath me. But something had changed. She was changing me. I did care.

I promised Maria that from now on, I’d give her almost all of my allowance. It wasn’t much to me, but to her, it was probably at least her monthly salary. To send home, use for the baby, whatever.

Maria threw her arms around my neck and cried out her love for me in her bad English and Tagalog, kissing me passionately over and over again as her belly pressed against my abs and my large cock, draping it over the top of her bump. I reciprocated, luxuriating in more love than lust for a change as our lips met. New feeling for me. When my sexy Pinay drew back, letting my cock slide back down over her stomach, my desires flared. I put my hands over the tautness of her pregnancy and smooth, warm brown skin, looking down at it with obvious hunger.

“How many you think are in there?” I asked in a soft, possessive growl, throbbing against the underside of her bulging little belly.

Maria gave me an admonishing but then lovingly wry look at how hopelessly horny I was for her, pursing her lips in appreciation for being such a desired female. I felt her hands slide over the top of mine in a gesture of affection, but at the same time the slut in her couldn’t help but drive me wild by starting to gyrate her hips to push out her tight pregnant belly, slowly undulating against me and my big straining dick. My horny broodmare looked at me with hooded eyes, tipping her head slowly as she traced my hands in hers over her gently moving bump.

“You fuck me too much, ah, want me be so preg-nant, I know…” she intoned in a sexy little hiss. “I go clinic, see, but…hn hn sobrang laki na ng tiyan…my body say must be more baby.” She ran her tongue along her teeth, over her upper lip, nodding. “I think I making two baby now for you, Carl Daddy…” Maria declared huskily, proudly, in what was the most erotic fucking moment of my teenage life.

My sexy broodmare let out a lusty wail as I responded by gripping her hips and twisting her around to force her up against the shower wall, covering us in its welcoming jet. She grunted throatily as I manhandled her, hands bracing into the tile as I brutishly spread her legs with my knees, pushing her ass up to present her hairy, well-used mare cunt to me. Her back arched as she surrendered herself again like the good, receptive slut she was, the distended globe of her abdomen with its popped navel hanging between her legs driving me absolutely insane.

With a snarl, I unceremoniously hilted her, easily stretching her well-used pussy to swallow my entire length again. The thought of my Filipina woman’s body growing massively pregnant with a crowded womb, squirming heavily with multiple children as she waited broody in a squalid hut for me…something primitive took over. I fucked her hard and deep, head back as the water washed over our rutting bodies. She whimpered and cried out with each thrust, pushed further and further up against the wall, belly and breasts swinging as I pistoned in and out. All she could do was spread her legs wider to let me use her and ravage her pregnant body. I existed only to rut and seed this woman in that moment, to relish in all the fruits and forbidden pleasures of her oriental body. To show her that I was a grateful, possessive mate.

My selfish orgasm came first as I ground into her as deep as I could, once again marking this truly fertile female as my property. Ever a slave to my big white cock, Maria came soon after my hot cum exploded into her hairy cunt, her pussy lips winking around me as she trembled against the wet, cascading tile wall with a hoarse whine of ecstasy. Truly drained, I huffed against her back, draped over her small body as I clutched her belly and gripped a heavy teat, toying with her nipple. Maria came again, then again, before looking back at me with a self-satisfied expression, supremely feminine, almost feline in its smugness. She wriggled her ass back against me cutely, loving the feeling of being filled and owned by me. I pulled out slowly and drew her to me again. Maria’s small frame leaned heavily against mine in the growing haze of the shower mist.

“Good night, husbaand,” she purred at me in her room after we cleaned up and I was ready to creep back upstairs into my bed. She leaned in to kiss me with more than a little tongue, sitting cross-legged on her nest of bedding in panties and an old lime green tee that stretched over her big tits and did nothing to hide the brown midriff bump that was starting to peek up the hem. I reciprocated eagerly before moving down to kiss our offspring.

****

A few days later, I was joining my parents at the family dining table for another breakfast before my daily slog through 12th grade academia. My mother had been up my ass about college applications, convinced that with my improved grades and our family connections that I still had a realistic shot at one of the Ivies on her list. Or, at worst, she’d hold her nose for Duke. As usual, it was all about what would make her look best.

Ready for work in a business suit that did a good job of downplaying his balding, out-of-shape 50s, Dad was a peripheral voice in my life at best, consumed in his work with Barings and Credit Lyonnais. I honestly didn’t even know what he did except that he was a mustached business and finance exec. His titles kept changing as he climbed the corporate ladder. I knew he was loaded, but the tired eyes and hollow expression he wore around my mom made it clear that being rich wasn’t buying him happiness.

Mother did a good job of pretending to be happy behind that vulpine smile of hers, for the PTA and the Foundation and anyone else rich enough for the privilege of being in her orbit. She came from old money and acted like it. Mother was dressed in what she called her ‘layaround Chanel’.

I marveled at the breakfast feast that Maria had set out for us. That girl had been working her ass off, as usual, to provide us with what looked like high-end hotel fare. She knew what we liked – truffled eggs and homemade artisanal bread for Mother, smoked salmon bagel and eggs benedict for Dad, along with steaming, specialty coffee for both. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and a short stack of syrupy pancakes waited for me in front of my empty seat. An icy pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice was the centerpiece, surrounded by an arrangement of fresh flowers.

No one appreciated it but me.

Maria wasn’t around when I slid into my chair in my dress code black school shirt, cream khakis, and newish pair of Airwalks. As usual, she’d made my meal perfectly. I dug in with gusto.

“Hey Champ,” came my dad’s predictable, perfunctory greeting from behind his newspaper.

“There he is,” Mother sighed before launching into another discontented tirade. “It’s a shame you’re not coming with me to the Riviera for Christmas. Côte d'Azur is beautiful in December, an absolute dream…of course it’s more important for you to get all your applications in, but if you’d just started earlier like I’d told you, you wouldn’t have had to neglect your family obligations and stay behind…”

More like I’d rather stay home with Maria while you’re gone to play politics with your side of the family and Dad fucks off back to Manhattan to be with Nana and Aunt Leah.

I tuned Mother out as best as I could. I was thinking about how overjoyed Maria was last night when I gave her 8,000 Baht of my 10-grand allowance – a pitiful $400 US. But it was more than my parents paid for her monthly salary, which somehow seemed very unfair. It wasn’t like I really needed it anyway. I’d usually just blow it all hanging out with friends at night. But now those crazy coming-of-age nights all belonged to Maria.

As the breakfast table descended into the usual frayed-marriage silence, Maria sauntered out of the kitchen with a brimming pitcher of passion fruit juice for the table. She gave me a quiet Mona Lisa smile when no one else was looking. Today Maria had decided to wear a pink polo work shirt and gray sweat shorts – usual domestic helper attire for her along with the topknot. What was different though was how much that shirt had filled out. Whatever tipping point we’d flaunted until now had finally been reached. Her round, protruding belly just couldn’t be hidden anymore. Though still small, it was now prominent and tautly defined enough that there was no way it could be passed off as just weight gain. Our housekeeper was visibly pregnant out in the open now with her gravid little bump and enlarged tits pressed against the stretching fabric, almost demanding attention; broadcasting our maid’s fertility for all to see. I didn’t know if Maria even noticed when she put it on this morning, considering how the shirt had always been a bit loose.

No way my self-absorbed parents could miss it now. I panicked internally, berating myself for encouraging Maria to dress normally in my sex-fogged arrogance, to encourage this outcome. Yeah we talked about it and expected it and it was part of my stupid-ass plan, but it really felt like a stupid ass plan as our maid hummed happily to herself and sidled to the table to deposit the pitcher. Unbelievably at first, my mother still didn’t notice, but when she looked up and Maria turned to leave, she must have seen her side profile – it didn’t fucking help that my Filipina gave the upper curve of her belly a soothing maternal caress at the same time.

My mother’s critical eyes followed Maria from over the lip of her coffee mug, a brow rising in distaste. She put it down and assumed an expression of disdain, picking at the truffle-infused eggs in front of her. When our maid disappeared back into the kitchen, she pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Well. It looks like Maria is in the family way,” my mother declared loudly.

I nearly choked on my juice.

“I suppose we’ll need to start looking for a new housekeeper soon,” Mother continued with an impatient glare at the newspaper screen hiding my father’s face across the table from her. “Donald.”

“Hmm?” My dad finally looked up, lowering the latest edition of the Bangkok Post. “Oh, that’s a shame, isn’t it. She’s been very good to us.”

“Yes, well,” my mother continued, clearly flustered that my father wasn’t as outraged as she was. “I don’t suppose she’ll be able to work for us full-time and take care of her baby, do you?” Mother squared her jaw, rapping her ringed fingers over the fine teak wood of our table. “I need to ask the agency and the Foundation mothers if they can recommend anyone good this late in the year.”

“She’s been with us going on almost two years now,” my father said calmly. “I don’t mind keeping her if she still wants to work, Ruth.”

Mother gave my father an ice-cold glare. I could see the veins stand out in her neck, her fingernails digging into the table. She was about to say more, and I was going to interrupt and set my half-baked plan into motion, but my father beat me to it.

“We’ll talk about it with her today after work, Dearest,” Dad said, before the newspaper snapped open and went up again.

Mother was furious, glaring at him in a rage before her eyes narrowed with something even uglier. Clearly my dad wasn’t handling the scandal the way she wanted. With a clatter of plates and a screech of her chair legs, my mother stormed out of the dining area and up the stairs. Probably to take a Valium with a glass of red. Her favorite coping mechanism.

I took a moment to calm myself down. I saw an opportunity but was pulling everything out my ass at this point.

“I think we should keep her, Dad,” I spoke up, breaking the awkward silence as I glanced from my plate. “She’s got people who depend on her back home, you know?”

My father looked at me from the side, curious.

“How do you know that?”

“It’s part of my Social Studies unit on, like, migrant workers and the economy,” I lied easily, knowing he had no idea what the hell I was up to at school. “They’re all like that. I interviewed her for my class. Her parents are in debt and she’s putting her sister through school.”

“Huh.” Satisfied with my explanation, my father nodded. “Thatta boy, keeping up with your books. I heard your grades keep improving too. Maybe you’ll be a Wharton man like your pop if you work at it.”

I laughed awkwardly. “Haha, yeah, sure thing. Anyway, I like Maria, you know? She cooks really good and the house is always nice.”

“Mhm. Well, it’s not your decision, Champ, but I appreciate that you care about it. For the record, I want her to stay too, especially if she’s got folks depending on her.” My father chuckled, turning the page as he got back to reading. “You know, your grandmother had me young, and she worked the burn unit of Bellevue right up until she went into labor. Didn’t think a thing about turning 300-pound patients over when she was 9 months with me.”

“Damn, I didn’t know Nana did that,” I whistled.

“Women can be extraordinary creatures,” he mused. “And an extraordinary pain!” Dad tapped his Palm Pilot after taking another bite of his bagel. “Don’t you have a bus to catch?”

“Uh crap, yeah. Thanks, Dad. Just gonna grab some water first.”

“Carpe diem, Champ.”

I wolfed down the rest of my breakfast and downed it with a gulp of juice, backing out of my chair and grabbing my waiting bag. I found Maria in the kitchen washing up by the sink with yellow latex gloves. As I went towards her, I heard the trundle of the school van as it idled outside our gate, waiting for me. Not much time. I stopped next to Maria and whispered in her ear, a hand on her back.

“Maria, listen – don’t let my mom talk to you alone today, whatever you do, okay? Wait until my dad is back. Go out and shop or something. It’s just like we talked. They know but they don’t know about us.” She looked terrified but nodded, sniffling but holding it in. The van honked obnoxiously outside.

“Ah fuck.” I bent down to press my forehead against hers, stealing a quick kiss. “It’s gonna be OK,” I lied comfortingly. “Trust me.”

I tore away from her as our maid watched me in helpless silence with her back to the sink, water running. I opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and slammed the door loudly before I rushed out to catch the bus.

This was the day it might all blow up in my fucking face. Or the day we were given the time we needed to somehow make this crazy love all work out.

*****

To say I was a nervous wreck at school was the understatement of the century. Couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t function except to steer myself on autopilot through the motions of each class and cocurricular obligation. I lived in the liquid crystal display of the Casio around my wrist, counting down the hours, minutes, and sometimes seconds until 3:00pm. I mean, that had been me most days anyway, trying to keep my head down and survive the meat grinder of an elite, preppy-ass international school – if the dog-eat-dog academics didn’t crush the soul out of your body, the social games sure as hell would.

Being honest with myself though, it’d actually been getting better over the past few months. More bearable. Survivable, even, just like the rest of my life trapped in third world Thailand. I had this easy confidence about me that I’d never had before, and people noticed. I’d been getting more assertive; making more friends. I wasn’t some fringe misanthrope anymore. The pressures that had been suffocating me just didn’t seem to matter as much. Even classes were pretty manageable after I started trying again.

Of course it was all because of Maria. Not because she told me to care beyond that gentle nagging to do my schoolwork and study harder, but because she’d filled an awful, empty need in my life. Showed me I wasn’t some fucking loser farang kid trapped in Bangkok.

All I could think about was her. Not being there, not being in control of the situation, it was eating me up inside. I mean, she was my first love.

I was sitting in the concrete shade of the open-air cafeteria during break with the usual crew of kids that I hung out with; a motley assortment of semi-jocks and low-achievers. They might not have looked it, but all of them had powerful fathers. There were those who bragged about it, like pimply, mouthy Kurt trying to rock his Lacoste, Chino shorts, loafers and Panther blazer – his dad was the general manager of IBM. And there were the ones who didn’t, like laid-back Vincent with the gallon of hair gel he used every morning and that all-black ensemble – Ford country exec. Chizzy, this big friendly Nigerian kid on the soccer team whose father was the Honorary Consul to Thailand. There were others in big oil, big sugar, big whatever. And then there was Stephen. His dad was a teacher that taught Shop class. But that didn’t matter, because Stephen was funny as hell. And he was one of us.

“...Yo, check it, it’s like this,” Vincent was saying, gesturing empathically. “Holy trinity of rap. Dre is God, Eminem is Jesus, and Tupac is the Holy Ghost…”

“No no no, you are forgetting Jay-Z,” Chizzy butted in with his deep baritone and sonorous Nigerian accent. “And Puff Daddy. At least Jay-Z is the Devil…”

“...So, Snoop Dog’s, like, Moses?” Stephen wondered aloud.

While my friends argued biblical rap bullshit, the slowly scrolling pixel boxes of my snake wound their way across the dull screen of my Nokia as I attempted to keep it from going ouroboros on itself.

Blip. Blip. Blip.

The conversation ebbed and flowed around me as I tried not to get too deeply into my head. I was unbelievably tense.

“...Oh shiiiiiit, is that Katie Barrows?” Kurt leered out of the side of his mouth and everyone fell silent. “Hey Carl. HEY DUM-DUM, she’s waving at you!”

I looked up from the tangled 8-bit coils of my phone and saw the former object of my affections seated with her friends a few tables away. It was like Katie was straight out of one of my old fantasies – wearing this short-sleeved, collared pastel blouse with a white cardigan tied around her cinched waist. Dark plaid pleated skirt and a pair of sandals. Long, smooth, pale legs. She wasn’t nearly as well-endowed as Maria, but Katie was seriously model-gorgeous in our campus world. Both of them had killer bodies – Katie was much more on the athletic side, being a swimmer and a dancer. The difference between them was obvious though; Katie Barrows was the highest caste of them all. Rich, white, popular, and highly intelligent. She had this aura about her that screamed she always got what she wanted, like she knew she was smoking hot and how to use it. Definitely the kind of girl my mother would approve of.

Hell yeah the bitch was fine. Smokey green eyes framed in mascara, long blonde hair and a beautiful, angular face. And she was staring straight at me with this friendly, slightly flirty smirk. Beckoning me over.

I knew that look. Obvious entreaty. Probably wanted to do a study group with me or something after school. Make out. Make me her latest boytoy. Or just straight-up humiliate me in front of her friends. Who knew.

Who cared.

I just wasn’t interested in playing Katie’s games and initiating whatever adolescent mating ritual she had in mind. If I wanted pussy, I’d just go sniffing for Maria back home. I only wanted her. She was a real woman. I gave Katie a curt, expressionless wave and lowered my gaze back into the little screen. Blip. Blip. Blip.

My friends started talking shit almost immediately.

“...Did you…did you just blow Katie Barrows off?” Stephen gaped. “Katie Barrows, one of the hottest fucking girls in school? You do realize she actually wanted to talk to you, right? In public.”

“He is gay.” Chizzy said sagely. “A man who rejects a goddess can only be gay.”

“I mean, that doesn't make any sense, c’mon Carl,” Vincent urged. “Just go over there, you can still –”

“Naaw, it makes perfect sense,” Kurt sneered from my left, clearly jealous. “Dum-Dum’s not gay. He just doesn’t like white girls, isn’t that right, Dum-Dum? He likes the lil’ brown monkeys, remember?” Kurt started up in that racist fucking accent of his again: “That ching-chong Thai pussy, and them houskeepahs who wanna suckey fuckey you roooong time –”

I saw red and just reacted. I dropped my phone, turned, wrapped my strong hands around his skinny neck, and squeezed with all my pent-up rage.

“Glggghhkkkk..kkkk….” Kurt gurgled as I strangled him. His face turned red as his beady eyes started to pop out of his head. For a good while the others just looked on in horror as Kurt struggled weakly against me, gasping for air with his tongue grotesquely sticking out. But as his eyes glazed over and he stopped moving, my other friends were pulling me back, barking at each other. Kurt slumped in his chair motionless when I let go, snot smeared from his nose across his drooling mouth. It didn’t look like he was breathing.

At first, I thought I’d actually killed him or something.

“...Man, Carl, he’s got asthma…” Vincent murmured ineffectually as they all stared at me in shocked silence.

“You talk shit like that again and I’ll fuckin’ KILL YOU!” I suddenly snarled down at Karl’s limp body, adrenaline rocking through my veins. I probably looked like a psychopath before I lifted my hands to show my friends I was cool again, heart roaring in my chest. Eventually Kurt started coming to and breathing again in little rasps. The funny thing was, outside our table, nobody seemed to have noticed a thing. Maybe they thought we were just roughhousing or something.

I grabbed my stuff and slunk off into the fetid campus, leaving my friends to wonder what the fuck just happened.

There was a time I would have just gone along with Kurt’s hateful racist crap like usual. All of us were kind of elitist, kind of classist in our own way, but that kid took it to the extreme. He’d bragged about spitting in beggar’s cups on the street, and that time we were on a field trip in Chiang Rai? He threw these fucking rocks he’d collected down at villagers in their rice paddies from our cable car.

Like I said, I’d changed. I’d snapped. Maybe gone insane. I guess it’s true that love makes you do crazy things, right?

There was a veritable litany of deep shit that I could get into if Kurt or someone else snitched on me. Suspension, most likely. Parents notified. Maybe more humiliating community service, like when I’d skipped school a few times back in 10th grade.

But as the rest of the day crawled by, I didn’t get the call from the principal’s office. The only attention I received at all was from Katie, who kept making eyes at me in English class, but I ignored her. I was sure she’d go on to have that TED Talk, make those 6-figures in Silicon Valley, crash between relationships and marriages, all while needing to be medicated to sleep every night. Eventually end up childless as some has-been narccistic marketing guru in Ecuador or something.

Katie might have been hot, but getting sucked into her orbit was the last thing I wanted. Ironically, if I hadn’t gone after Maria, she’dve easily had me wrapped around her finger by now. Probably been her first ex-husband. Instead, I followed along with Mrs. Kilpatrick’s lecture on Huxley’s Brave New World and scribbled my usual nuclear explosions and boobs and dicks and skulls in the margins of my notebook.

When school was finally let out and I was riding the air conditioned bus home, I dreaded what I’d come back to. If Mother had gotten to her, Maria might already be gone. I didn’t know what the fuck I’d do if that happened. Worst case scenario. If not, she’d still have to survive the family meeting. I was ready to enact my plan, though, dumb and desperate as it increasingly sounded in my mind. I bit my knuckles as I watched an overgrown, encroaching Bangkok slide by outside the window, Coolio thumping from my Walkman headphones into my skull.

‘...As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left

'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long that

Even mymommathinks that my mind is gone…’

Lines of squat shanty stalls huddled beneath the rise of bald concrete towers and apartment buildings, glass skyscrapers and construction cranes beyond. A sparse copse of trees lined Srinakarin Road, billboards above giving the swell of snarled traffic something to look at as we moved at a snail’s pace deeper into the city. Among the chaotic sea of people and vehicles, I saw two mangy street dogs knotted together at the edge of a rancid brown klong, ass to ass. Someone from a nearby stall selling crackling moo ping dumped a pan of dirty water over the pair, sending them yelping and pulling in opposite directions before the male shrunk enough to scamper away. Gross.

‘...Been spendin' most their lives

Livin' in a gangsta's paradise

Been spendin' most their lives

Livin' in a gangsta's paradise…’

When we entered my compound and pulled up to our big, imposing-looking villa house, I bolted through the walled gate and past the garden, up the walkway stairs to the main door. I was frantically looking for Maria without trying to draw too much attention to myself. I glanced over at the covered garage to the left. My father’s BMW was still out, as expected. Unlike Mother, he enjoyed driving himself to work and around the city, despite the ridiculous traffic.

The house was still when I let myself into the foyer and pulled my headphones down around my neck. Usually Maria would be hovering around somewhere if she wasn’t there to greet me. Either she’d taken my advice and stayed away or Mother had already gotten to her.

“MARIA?” I called out, letting my bag drop to my feet.

“She’s not here,” I heard my mother’s unwelcome voice from the living room. She drifted into the doorframe wearing her white satin kimono bathrobe and slippers, graying hair tied up in a severe bun. One of her large wine glasses sloshed precariously with red as it dangled from her ringed fingers. Mother watched me with a distant air, a quiet frown touching her lips. She seemed sleepy – probably the Valium.

“She left a note,” my mother sighed before taking a contemplative sip. “Out shopping. For hours, can you imagine? Probably socializing with that wretched coterie of neighborhood maids…”

“Uh, yeah,” I uttered, trying to hide my relief. “I’m just kinda hungry.”

“You’re not a child – go make yourself something,” mother waved me off dismissively before she stalked back into the living room. Like a fucking spider lying in wait or something. There was no other reason for her to be in the house the entire day – usually she was out doing her fancy lunches, events, Foundation meetings or shopping trips. The sheer level of vitriol in her was just insane.

I went into the kitchen and slipped out of the back entrance to wait for Maria on the stoop. Outside the kitchen and laundry area were lines where clothes and sheets hung to dry. Reminded me of one time a month back when she’d let out this blood curdling shriek one afternoon after I’d come home from school. Turned out there was a fucking pit viper coiled around one of the beams on the wall next to the laundry. The guard on duty was too high on lipo to help so it was my job as her man to kill it, obviously. After I had armed myself with a bamboo pole, Maria pressed her small body into the safety of my broad back, hiding behind me as we both crept out towards the snake. We were hissing between each other as she trembled against me.

“You kill it.”

“No, Carl! YOU kill it!”

Yeah, I was scared. And at the time it really felt like it fell into her job description, not mine. But I smashed the shit out of that snake, like bashed its head in while my slutty Filipina wife screamed behind me in terror with these cute little yelps. She gave me some amazing head afterwards as a reward.

I smiled at the memory.

Eventually I heard a Tuk Tuk gutter to a stop outside the gate. Loaded down with heavy grocery bags, Maria was finally back home. She looked so relieved to see me. It was hard not to embrace her, kiss her – I didn’t know if Mother was already watching from the window. I took the bags from her to carry them into the kitchen. We could only brush digits, touch arms until we were out of sight behind the house, where we risked a long, soulful kiss.

“I do what you said,” Maria whispered after our lips parted, entwining her fingers with mine. “I shopping all day.”

“Yeah, you did good, baby,” I nodded. “Just remember what to say and it’ll be fine. I’ll keep my mom busy.”

We slipped back into our respective roles after I helped her set all the bags on the kitchen island.

“MARIA! MA-REE-AH!” I heard my mother’s shrill call for our housekeeper. My Filipina gave me a frightened, uncertain look as she placed a protective palm on the gently rounding curve of her belly.

“Just make dinner, okay?” I frowned. I gritted my teeth and went out to try to buy us more time.

“MARIA! WE NEED TO TALK!” she barked across the house.

“Mom!” I huffed irritably as I crossed into the living room. “Can you just wait until Dad gets home? Please? It’s already late and I’m starving. I told her to make dinner.”

My mother was lounging on the sumptuous, mustard-colored couch in front of our massive rear-projection TV. A bottle of Château Latour was nearly empty on the coffee table, its remnants slowly siphoned from the glass in her hand. Mother turned from the episode of The Bold and the Beautiful she was watching to stare at me cobralike. Like she wasn’t sure she’d actually heard what I’d just said.

“Well aren’t you just the man of the house?” Mother mocked through her snarling teeth. “How dare you presume to run my home and talk to me like that? ME. Your mother. You will show me some respect.”

It was extremely uncomfortable, putting myself into the line of fire like this. Years of emotional manipulation were twisting my guts into knots.

“Sorry, Mom,” I winced apologetically. “I’m just really hungry.”

“Useless boy,” my mother sneered before downing another swallow of Latour. “Fine. But since you’re apparently in charge now, you tell her I’m very unhappy, and we’re having words about her employment after we eat.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as I escaped her presence. Rather than follow my usual instinct to retreat all the way into my room, I decided to do my homework at the dining room table just in case I needed to run interference again. Maria gave me a grateful, loving look when she emerged to set the plates and cutlery, placing a tall glass of frosty, homemade lemonade and a bowl of Ruffles in front of me.

Soon the delicious, mouth-watering smells of local flavors and delicacies started wafting from the kitchen. Right. Tonight was Thai cuisine night. All the good stuff. Tom yum goong, som tum, pad thai, massaman curry, and grilled sea bass with lime and chili. Maria cooked it at least as well as a local chef.

The sun was going down and Maria was just starting to plate the steaming meal when my dad pulled his BMW into the driveway. I’d never been so happy to see the guy. Still didn’t mean that what came after dinner would go our way, but I was feeling more confident than earlier.

The family dinner was probably one of the most tense and uncomfortable ones I’d ever sat through. My mother, still in her bathrobe, found issue with almost every single thing in retaliation for not getting her way. This annoyed my father, who kept gently downplaying it in front of me. Maria took Mother’s microaggressions and hurled verbal abuse pretty well, all things considered, and wisely spent most of the time hiding in the kitchen.

Conversation was almost nonexistent and consisted of the usual platitudes. We didn’t get farther than ‘how was school’ – I didn’t mention the part about choking out Kurt Walster, obviously. There was an invisible power struggle going on between my parents, all expressed in silent contempt. Looks. Body language. My father was deep into his Palm Pilot and work notebook while my mother just kept staring daggers at him from across the table. It was like being caught between two superpowers ready to go nuclear. I ate as quickly as I could to be excused, even though it was really fucking tasty.

When dinner had been cleared and the mango sticky rice was in front of us, my father finally made eye contact with Mother. “Alright, Ruth, let’s just get this over with then.”

“Maria, could you join us for a few minutes in the living room, please?” Dad called calmly. “We need to have a little chat.”

“Yes, Sir-Madaam,” Maria said as she emerged with a slightly bowed head, averting her eyes. She was wringing her hands in front of her, face lined with dread.

When I started to follow them into the living room, my father stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. “Nuh-uh, Champ. This one’s for the adults. Just run along and get back to those books, okay? Attaboy.”

I bristled silently but made the snap judgment not to impose myself and possibly fuck this all up. Not yet. Not unless I had to. Maria gave me a pleading look after my parents went in and she lingered for a moment outside.

‘It’ll be fine,’ I mouthed to her. ‘Love you.’

Maria mostly shut the door behind her, leaving a sliver open. I watched from the crack outside, my heart slamming inside my chest.

Our housekeeper eased into one of the chairs facing the main couch that my parents settled into. Sitting, Maria’s pregnancy became even more obvious, with her little gravid belly protruding out slightly over her thighs, outline even more pronounced against her polo shirt. She looked extremely nervous.

My mother let out an exasperated breath that slid into pointed condescension. “I’m not even sure how to begin, Maria. I suppose I’ll just be out with it – are you pregnant? Preg-nan-tuh. Baby in you? Yes?”

Maria’s face flushed with shame as she broke eye contact and looked down, a hand instinctively caressing the globe of her belly.

“I preg-nant, yes,” she said in a small voice. “I sorry, only find out three day ago. I thought just get fat, I going to tell you–”

So far, on script.

“And the father?” Mother pressed. Dad gave a distasteful look at the line of questioning, but allowed it.

Maria’s brown eyes traveled down to the diamond ring she was tugging on. Her voice was a quiet tremor as she spoke the lie. “My husbaand, he driver in city, but when he find out, him not want me no more. He go.”

“I. See.” Mother said with barely restrained disapproval. Zero sympathy. “And…are you keeping it?”

Maria’s eyes shot wide with the first hint of maternal anger, the hand on her womb now defensive. Mother had no idea that her own half-Filipino grandchildren were growing inside her domestic helper. “Yes, of course I keep, Madaam!”

“So then naturally you’ll be returning to the Philippines – now that you’re…expecting. You shouldn’t be working.”

“I work!” Maria protested. “I sorry this, but I want work! No one take me now, I need make money for baybee, for my famlee. I fine, Madaam! I work until time for baby please!”

“You see, she wants to work,” my father finally intervened, finding his voice at long fucking last. “This should be a happy occasion, shouldn’t it, Ruth? A baby is a blessing. And we think you’ve done wonderful work for us, Maria. You’ve taken care of us, so we should take care of you, shouldn’t we?”

My mother was aghast. “Donald, you can’t be serious. I won’t have her walking the house like this. Or going out in her condition. People will talk. It’s shameful.”

“Well, that’s where we disagree, isn’t it, Ruth?” Dad shook his head. “We have an obligation to do what’s right here, not just for Maria, her family, or her baby’s sake, but also to make a good example for Carl. And what would the Foundation think if it got out that we dismissed the help because she was pregnant?”

“Then you’re setting us up for liability, Donald!” Mother seethed. “What if she slips? Hmm? Are we on the hook for medical bills? What if it comes early? Maternity leave? Where does it end?”

“My mother worked right up until she went into labor, if you recall,” Dad said flatly, weathering her with unbelievable patience. “That was her choice.”

“Yes! I want work!” Maria pleaded. “I no wan trouble, no ask for more money, I be very careful.”

“No.” Mother flatly refused, the single syllable spoken like acid from her mouth. “Not in my house. I don’t care, Donald, this is too much, it’s beyond the pale. It’s grotesque. I refuse.”

“I’m sorry, Ruth,” Dad said firmly, “but I need to put my foot down. This is what’s decent and it’s what’s right. And if she can work, Maria will continue with us until she needs to have her baby. After that, we’ll find someone to replace her until she can come back. And yes, Ruth – that’s final.” He held up a hand as Mother was about to scream her opposition, absolutely mortified and enraged. “We’ll discuss it upstairs,” Dad cut her off again.

In the shitty dynamic of their marriage, my father didn’t usually hold his ground. He preferred to be a passive participant and let my mother do what she wanted in order to maintain the peace. While he was on contract overseas, mom nominally had control of the house – it was her domain. Same with school. I guess it was their bargain for bringing her to a third world country while he worked. But at the end of the day, my father still controlled all our finances, and she knew it.

“Oh, thank you, Sir!” Maria breathed with tears in her eyes. “I work hard for you and Madaam, I promise, no trouble! Gott bless you, you kind heart!”

My mother found some semblance of her usual frigid composure but I could see her hands shaking. She clenched them to fists and rose, glaring at Dad with absolute hatred. “Very well, Donald,” she said, tight-lipped. “You win for now.” She turned and smiled at Maria with an expression utterly devoid of any warmth.

“Congratulations on your child, then. You’ve quite a journey ahead as a single mother, I imagine. Nevertheless, I expect you to maintain the same level of service throughout if you’re to stay with us.” After a moment of numbing silence, Mother clapped jarringly, once, then twice. “You can go back to work now! Yes. Work!”

Teary-eyed, Maria got to her feet at the same time my father did. She held her sides and looked like she was trying not to sob. In a rare moment of true sympathy, my father stood up and gave her a comforting hug, which she gratefully allowed. “There, there. She’ll come around. You’re part of the family,” my father said before letting her go, oblivious to just how true and ironic that statement really was.

My mother’s eyes flashed at the gesture before they quickly narrowed to slits. There was something in them that I couldn’t immediately place. Something much, much darker than anything I’d seen before. Without another word she stormed towards the door and I made a hasty exit into the study before I could be discovered.

That cold, thrilling feeling was back, this time laced with both elation and dread. We’d won, for now. It’d been torture having to eavesdrop outside, though, unable to help while my mother savaged my poor lover. The fuck was wrong with mom anyway? I couldn’t believe I had actually come from her hateful loins. I sat down in the leather-backed office chair in front of our family computer. It’d been moved from my parents’ room following my improved grades. Compaq Presario 9230, top of the line. Pentium MMX, Matrox Millenium video card, Soundblaster, the works. As much as I wanted to go find Maria and comfort her, I needed to wait until I was sure my parents weren’t coming back down.

I booted up Quake from the Windows 95 menu and was greeted with Trent Reznor’s hardcore industrial soundtrack and the first-person carnage of the demo screens. I lost myself in the ultraviolent, nightmarish combination of Lovecraftian horror, medieval Gothic architecture and gritty sci-fi.

Somewhere during The Tomb of Terror level, I heard my parents’ raised voices from upstairs. I paused the game and turned down the sound so I could try and pick out what they were saying.

“...You think I don’t know what’s going on? Oh, I know, Donald! This isn’t the kindness of your heart keeping that whore around! It all makes sense now!” my mother was yelling. The volume grew as Mother’s voice lowered several octaves, guttural and slurring in her horrible accusations.

“YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING HER, DONALD! YOU! YOUUU MADE HER PRREEGNANT!”

“You’re DRUNK, RUTH!” my father shot back. “YOU’RE A FOOLISH DRUNK, A MADWOMAN. Why don’t you just…take another one of your pills and just sleep it off?!”

I heard my mother’s long moan of anguish, followed by sobbing. Then muted, hateful voices. Then silence.

I leaned forward in my chair and put my face in my hands. I couldn’t believe it. Mother actually thought Dad had been fucking Maria? That Dad had impregnated her? The awful, scandalous allegation was the kind of thing that tore expatriate families apart. Worse, I was responsible for it.

I felt sick to my stomach, like I was going to puke. In saving my own secret marriage, I was ruining theirs.

I tried to console myself that my mother really was just fucking drunk, that she didn’t know what she was saying, but that didn’t change the fact that I’d never seen them blow up at each other like this before. My father didn’t deserve Mother at his throat. It was my fault. All of it.

At least Maria and I were safe for now. At least we had that. Blind, crazy luck got us through this first crisis, and thanks to my unwitting scapegoat of a father, things had worked out for the two of us better than any plan I had ever could. Just the cost, though, right? I felt guilty as hell.

I lost myself in Quake for a couple more hours and lost track of time. Eventually my parents must have went to bed because Maria let herself into the study. My secret Asian wife padded in barefoot, wearing a gray camisole top and a little pair of pink print pajama shorts. She smelled like a clean shower and that floral Sunsilk stuff she used.

If there was anything that could distract me from Quake, it was the wanton, braless press of Maria’s large, shapely brown breasts swelling in the confines of the cotton slip. The lewdness of her long, bloated nipples clearly outlined in their needy push against the fabric. Her tits were just begging to be freed and tended to in the most vulgar way. The small, low-hanging globe of her pregnancy competed for my attention with its rounded stretch of camisole and the dimple of her popped-out navel. And while hidden, her hairy, knocked-up Filipina cunt waited between her long, slinky legs, always hungry for my cock and its American seed. She still had her work topknot in, which somehow made her look even more like a pregnant village woman.

I felt my pants start to tighten uncomfortably as my cock responded to the proximity of my mate. The screen flashed red and my avatar’s face started getting bloody as my attention faltered.

Maria stood to the side behind me to watch for a minute, a hand covering her mouth as her eyes widened with muted shock at the arc of pixel blood and dismembered body parts. “Aieee…tchhhh! Carl, why you play this game?? So scary!”

“Uh, it’s fun,” I explained bluntly while wrapping up a grisly fight against a pair of 8-foot tall ogres wielding chainsaws and grenade launchers. “Same guys who made Doom, and, like, you get to kick all this ass, and these graphics are the bomb…” I paused the game and checked up at her totally blank expression.

The way she stared reminded me of that line from one of my all-time favorite movies, Army of Darkness – when Ash gets sent back to the Dark Ages and the hot but clueless serf chick is messing with his 20th century stuff. ‘Your primitive intellect wouldn't understand alloys and compositions and... things with molecular structures.’

But as I watched Maria’s loving face, beautiful and loyal, it didn’t matter if we were sometimes a million miles apart from one another.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked softly.

Maria frowned with the sexy pout of her brown lip, looking uneasy. Vulnerable. She didn’t look like she was going to cry, but was close. I got up out of my chair and wrapped my arms around her, drawing her to my chest and feeling her slender, tight little body against mine, all Asian breasts and belly and sex. I knew she needed comfort but I couldn’t help but harden all the way down my pant leg.

“I’m sorry about my mom,” I said, my chin resting atop her raven head. “She can be really shitty sometimes.”

Incredible understatement.

“You’re safe now and I’m gonna keep protecting you no matter what it takes,” I continued. More words that would’ve just been to get inside her again, but this time I really meant them. “I know it was hard, but I didn’t even have to threaten that I was gonna drop out or anything if they tried to fire you. My dad did all the work.”

“Him good man,” Maria murmured as she buried her face into my chest, hands on my shoulders. Her fingers curled as she pressed into me harder and whined. “But now Madaam think he fuck me, this he baby…!” She started sniffling again.

“Shhh, shhh. Don’t worry. It’s their problem, not ours. She’ll probably forget she said it in the morning anyway she’s so drunk.” I didn’t know that, but I had to say something to make her feel better. “My dad’s made the decision anyway, and she can’t do anything about it, so relax.”

We just held each other and breathed, drawing on our tender closeness. I loved how she always smelled good, even after a hard day of work. She took at least two showers every day to stay fresh in Thailand’s wretched heat and humidity. I knew she liked my scent too, especially the Gillette stuff I wore. I made sure I washed every morning and thoroughly after each afternoon practice, unlike a lot of guys I knew at school. Her breaths deepened as she took in my calming scent and rested heavily against my fit adolescent body. Eventually, Maria did relax, and moved apart just enough to lift her head and stretch her aching mouth for mine.

Her hot, succulent lips desperately sought my attention and comfort. I kissed my slutty mare back deeply, running a hand up the side of her neck to hold her cheek in my palm. I felt her big nipples stiffen as she pressed into me more fully, the curve of her belly firm between our bodies. I was more patient than usual – I knew Maria loved to kiss and indulged her with open mouths and tongues. My other hand gripped her perky ass, squeezing out a squeal against my lips. She slinked back from me with a nip of her lower lip, giving me a sultry, loving look as her chest and belly rose and fell with excited breaths.

Maria pulled her camisole over her head, baring her caramel skin and full young mother’s breasts that bounced and hung pendulous on her lithe little body. I couldn’t help but imagine our squirming litter of twins latching on and suckling greedily on her fat chocolate teats and silver dollar-sized areolas. I still couldn’t believe I’d actually put two of my children in our housekeeper’s exploited Filipina womb, but the proud, swollen proof was pushed out and growing quickly before me, the teenage father. The sight of her made me engorge fully, painfully choking my big cock inside my khakis. I think my broodmare-wife was thrilled that I still desired her despite her changing body – even more so because of it. She slid her black-nailed fingers over the expanse of her small bump and down to the waist of her shorts, shimmying them down to pool at her feet. The thick, thatchy tangle of jet hair covering her pussy and creeping up her pelvic line was already slick with her need, a trail of girl cream dripping down her brown inner thigh.

Maria sidled up to me with a hungry look, her hands gliding from my covered abs down to my crotch, sleek fingers working the button and fly of my pants to get at the thick, straining white cock that was waiting for her. With a slow unzip and pull on the waistband on either side, my big dick sprang free, engorged and rock hard with desire. My woman let out a husky, feminine purr as she took it into her hands and knelt down between my legs. She settled on her knees and looked up at me with sinful adoration, both hands wrapped possessively around the long length of my shaft. Maria tugged me down to sit on the office chair by my cock, bringing it to the level of her thirsty Filipina mouth.

There’s nothing on earth sexier than a hot Asian woman kneeling naked and yearning between your legs with her lips around your dick. The sight’s just so subservient, so submissive, and natural enough to them that it’s like they were born to suck American cock. Maria sure as hell was, the price of her seduction and addiction to her young white male so evident now in her bleached, bloated womb. Pregnant, naked, and on her knees sucking me off. Head bobbing with that rural-looking housekeeper topknot. Dutifully, lovingly servicing me after a long day of work and carrying a bellyful of our twin offspring around. It was so fucking sexy.

As Maria swallowed me over and over, I firmly held her at her temples, my head knocked back against the chair’s headrest. My dick looked obscenely large and long in her mouth and hands. I groaned quietly as my hips started to thrust gently but impatiently between her lips. I couldn’t help but think what would happen if my mother came down and saw us.

She’d know that I’d given into my basest adolescent lusts and done the unthinkable – impregnated our hired help. The precious purity of her Fitzgerald lineage forever tainted by the half-Filipino mongrels gestating happily in Maria’s belly. Firstborn grandchildren whelped by the provincial Asian housekeeper she so looked down upon. Life-shattering shame. The sick risk made me even more excited as my secret slut licked and sucked my throbbing dick like a total whore.

Eventually Maria got tired and let me slip free from her pert little mouth, my cockhead bouncing down onto her tan neck dimple and upper chest, trailing strands of saliva. She fought for breath, clearly disappointed that she still couldn’t fit enough of me between her jaws or down her slender throat.

“You wan…fuck my boob?” Maria offered in her Pinay drawl with a subdued but wanton look, taking two handfuls of her large breasts and pressing them together enticingly. I nodded and she pulled my pants down around my ankles while I peeled my shirt off with an eager grin. My mare arched her back a little to push out her bust and enveloped my cock in the warm, soft valley between her swollen tits. The mushroom head and some of my shaft peeked out of the top of her cleavage as she held her breasts together. Maria looked into my eyes with mischievous, loving longing before she gave a whorish spat on my cockhead to lube up the velvety passage.

I started a slow thrust as I looked back at her with lowered lids. The brown titflesh and dark nipples between her splayed fingers looked mouthwatering as she used them for my pleasure. Maria was transfixed by my big member sliding in and out, teasing me with little feral snaps of her teeth when it got too close to her mouth. I growled back at her, lost in the exquisite feeling of her body.

“Too beeg for my mouth, too beeg for boob,” Maria taunted dirtily as my cock fucked between her tits. She spat on it again before pulling her breasts even tighter, running them up and down as my sack slapped against her sternum. “Everything wit you Kano so beeeeeg,” she huffed playfully in that thick accent of hers, words growing huskier. “Beeg diick, big body, beeg ball and cum to make big baybee. Always wan fuck, always dirtee, make beeg trouble for me…”

Maria craned her neck down to open her mouth and swallow me with a lusty gulp, sucking me long and hard as I pumped against her tits. She let me go with a lingering lap of her tongue.

“Haaah…But I love you beeg size, love you horse-diiiiick…fill me so good my pussie…”

I could feel my cock swell and harden even more than I thought possible at her filthy, flattering words. My woman noticed, humming at it pleasantly. She let her breasts free and took me back into her small hands, pumping my glistening cock near her face as she inspected it. “Ito ay pag-aari ng isang kabayong lalaki sa bukid, ah?” Maria murmured as she idly trailed a hand down over her round belly, spreading her knees to access her hairy broodmare cunt. The musky-sweet smell of her desire was filling the room as her tan fingers dipped in and out of her pregnant Asian pussy.

My dick throbbed and wept pre over her brown fingers as they pumped me with aching slowness, from my root up to engulf my head. Maria’s thumb traced the big y-shaped vein on the side of my shaft adoringly.

“Him only wan fuck, be daddy. Choose me, ah? Give me so many baby now but still wan more, hah? Boy horse never have enaff…”

“Nnff…yeahh…” I managed to groan. “I’m gonna fuck you every day, Maria. I wanna see your lil’ Filipina belly get so big.” She let out a low, contented purr at that and began pumping harder, faster. “Your job’s to grow our babies now…” I continued, lost in a fog of lust. “You’ll always be…fuckin’ pregnant…nnh…I’m gonna keep you like this the rest of your life…”

She gave a soft moan of twisted joy at my words, followed by gentle grunts, almond-shaped eyes closing. I could hear the wet squish of her fingers as she jilled her desperate cunt.

“Yesss Carl Daddy, my husbaand,” Maria agreed with a lazy, lewd smile. She leaned forward to kiss my cockhead with a full, wet press of her lips, watching me with eyes full of desire. “I love carry all you baby, make me feel so goood. Ginagawa namin ang gusto ng iyong kabayong titi…Mm…my body become like animal for you. I always do what you diick wan…” She gave my cock a long, lascivious lick from bottom to top, a lewd gesture designed to drive me wild. “Akin ka lang, kaya mo lang akong manligaw,” Maria murmured in guttural Tagalog as she obsessed over the big, throbbing white penis in her grip. My Filipina plunged her digits into her pussy faster and faster.

“Now you cum, cum in you wife mouth – Haaaaaaaah!” Maria opened her mouth wide to pant, tongue out to receive my seed. My mare pumped me hard and fast, in time to the frantic rhythm that she was fucking herself with. Her utterly depraved words, her whorish demands; her fucking sexy pregnant rural visage pushed me over the edge. I leaned forward to grip her topknot and groaned out loudly as I surged in her hand and erupted rope after rope of my hot, potent cum. There was a lot of it – more than she’d anticipated. Some spewed into her waiting little mouth and down her chin, but then I bucked my hips in the throes of my incredible orgasm and the rest went wild. I soiled her throat and chest with a spray of cum as she shrieked in surprise and delight, splattering her breasts and baby belly.

Maria swallowed my seed with a smirk and an alluring lick of her lips, then looked down at herself with a gasp and giggle, her brown skin glistening with my pearly cum. “Oh Gott, Carl! Napakaraming katas! Nyeeee! So much…”

I lay there in the chair catching my breath as our maid removed her juice-slickened digits from her snatch and used both hands to play with my thick, sticky cum. Maria massaged it into her breasts and round belly with contented coos before slurping it into her mouth, making sure I could see her sucking it off her fingers. I couldn’t believe she loved the taste that much, but she did.

Maria was such a hot, filthy little bitch in heat. No matter how destructive our relationship was, it was so clear that we were made for each other.

After I recovered, I started to pull up my pants but Maria stopped me, insistently peeling off the rest to leave me as naked as her. She balled up our clothes and put them in a bundle under her left arm while her right hand grabbed my flaccid dick. With a steady tug she led me out into the hall, checking to see that it was safe before taking me back to her room by my cock – impertinent and demanding after I got off but she didn’t. Maybe this might have started out as us comforting each other, but now it was more about her getting fucked and sated.

Pregnancy hormones, I guess.

The door was locked behind us. Clothes tossed aside. Maria’s tiny TV fizzed and Channel V flickered to life, volume cranked in case anyone came down. It was the start of the ritual that filled our late Bangkok nights with illicit breeding sex.

In the low light, my slut-wife crawled up onto her bed on all fours, her motions sinuous and somehow more than a little feral. Hands and spread knees, Maria raised her hanging belly and tight ass to present her steaming hot furry brown cunt to rut. She was absolutely soaking wet, from her drenched and matted black pubic hair to her dripping pussy lips and the wet shine of the juice down her inner thighs. Our housekeeper swayed her hips enticingly as she glanced back at me with an urging look and a plaintive whine.

My cock throbbed and hardened to full mast at the sight. I had to force myself to ignore the rising instinct to just mount my waiting mate and rail the shit out of her sexy, unbelievably fertile little Asian body. I wanted to reciprocate and pleasure her after she’d spent all that time and effort sucking the hell out of my cock. I approached and ran my hands over the roundness of her ass, eliciting a shiver of flesh as I knelt down and began to eat her out. I could feel her incredible heat emanate against my skin, feminine musk drawing me in.

Maria let out quiet screams as I tended to her just like she liked; long laps to part her swollen lips and clit, nipping at her folds and filling her with my tongue. She tasted tart-sweet as she dripped around my mouth. Our maid writhed against me with low, rhythmic grunts and quiet screams, responding with little backwards thrusts. I came up for air, replacing my tongue with two fingers, then three, pumping in and out through her rippling canal. My free hand toyed with the nub of her engorged clit, sending her into a frenzy. Her tiny orgasms came and went as she continued to tremble and shake, crying out for more. Channel V filled the sex-charged air.

‘...She call me Mr. Boombastic

Tell me fantastic

Touch me on my back

She says I'm Mr. Ro-Ro-Mantic

Call me fantastic

Touch me on my back

She says I'm Mr. Ro…’

I picked out some of Maria’s wiry hairs from my mouth, leaving her clit while my fingers slowed their pump. “Pfufh. Damn, girl. Why’re you so fuckin’ hairy now, huh?” I teased, giving my mare’s rump an affectionate swat.

Our maid let out an annoyed female sound through her nose, clearly embarrassed, though her body was still needily humping into my hand.

“NNNnnNNh! So BAD! I tol you, Carl Daddy, you make my body like animal, I know you liiiike…”

“Yeah, I like you hairy,” I confessed in a growl, running my fingers rough and covetous over her swollen furry lips and through the thick Filipina triangle tufting above. “And I like it when you call me Daddy too.”

I went back to work on her, renewing my efforts to push her towards that big cum. My tongue focused her clit, flicking over and over while my fingers thrust and probed – they were a poor substitute for my big white dick, of course, but I knew her cunt well enough to find the places that drove her wild. Maria let out a long, low moan at my ministrations, chanting in front of me as she humped back against me more frantically.

“HAuuuuuuunnnngghhhhh…yes Daddy, Daddee, Daddeeeeeee…mm! Carl Daddee you so good to mee…”

Her orgasm built and built until it crashed through her with a quaking wail that she shrieked out into her pillow, squirting and convulsing on the mattress. I wiped my mouth and chin with a corner of her bedding but didn’t give my sweet little broodmare any longer to recover. Doggystyle was what she needed and deserved right now – to fuck her pregnant Asian brains out. As she trembled weakly on all fours, I rose up and pressed my cockhead up against her hungry, sopping folds. I pushed her open with a pleasured groan that we shared, easily stretching her pussy wide around me and sinking down to my hilt. I’d never had our maid this wet before, or felt myself slide in and out so easily of her tightness. I didn’t hold back as I grabbed her widening hips and began thrusting as hard and as deep as I could. The wet slap of our flesh sent her whole body rocking, Maria’s fingers curled claws in her thin blanket. She screamed out her pleasure into the bitten pillow as I plowed her just as hard as I did when I first impregnated her against her will on the same bed.

‘...I'm a lyrical lover

No take me for no filth

With my sexual physique

Jah know me well-built

Gal you captivate my body

Put me under a spell

With your Khus Khus perfume

I love your sweet smell

You're the only young girl

Who can ring my bell…’

Maria was lost in pleasure as I fucked her into the bed, voice hoarse, arms giving out so that her brown ass was raised further to give me even deeper access. I wedged up against the entrance to her busy, burgeoning womb with every thrust, the depth and sensation of her pregnant dam absolute paradise. My mare was gasping, cheek pressed hard into her pillow, her hand gripping my wrist as I rutted her like the bestial stud she so desired. I lost count of how many climaxes I gave her around my huge dick. A sheen of sweat began to bead on her sexy back and neck as she rocked back and forth. After a particularly big cum, she squeezed my arm and I slowed down.

“Da-ddyy…” Maria whimpered between grunts as I continued to thrust into her. She looked back at me pleadingly, wild locks of black hair covering one eye. “Un un un un…I wan see…un…you face. Fuck me unn…hnnnnngh…like that…”

I nodded, not yet close to my second release. I withdrew with a messy sound and Maria squirmed onto her back, reduced to a happy, well-fucked mess. Her chest worked in time with her panting breath, swollen breasts and belly all slick with exertion. I was drenched too, but the heat and sweat just made the sex all the more filthy and enjoyable.

Maria spread her legs with a contented, languid smile, placing her hands on her protruding belly. “Be care-ful you no press,” she warned lovingly, before she started to stroke her little brown dome with anticipation.

I went between her legs and entered her with a slow push that made her arch her back, rounded stomach brushing firm and warm against my abs as I loomed over her. My teenage body was significantly larger than hers at 6’1, and our pregnant housekeeper relished in it. I supported myself with hands on either side of her shoulders and began thrusting into her again, but this time more slowly. Looking into her eyes, I could tell Maria wanted to make love now. My wife’s long, shapely tan legs wrapped around my ass as I kept up a gentle rhythm, her tits and belly swaying with every thrust.

“You’re so beautiful,” I panted down at her. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

Maria put her hands on my chest, then up my shoulders to my neck to pull me down into a series of deep, loving kisses. Our mouths shared wordless, obsessive affection before I traveled down to kiss her jaw, then her throat, collarbone and the tops of her fat breasts. I tasted her sweat and hot, saccharine flesh as I sucked on one of her tits, fucking her slow but deep.

“When are you gonna have milk?” I murmured as I kissed her cleavage and went to the other nipple. Maria ran her fingers through my hair adoringly as she looked up at me with a coy little smile.

“Co-ming,” she purred in her thick Pinay accent.

I drew back upright, my hands possessively resting on Maria’s pregnant bump, holding it on either side as I tenderly pumped in and out of her hairy pussy. While I wasn’t fighting to satisfy myself anymore, there was something wonderful about making love to Maria like this. She was cooing up and me with quiet moans of delight as she played with her breasts or held her arms linked above her head.

“You so good me, Carl Daddy…Me love you so much, you real man, always care me, care we babies…cum in me…cum in my pussy, Daddeee…cummmm…give you seed…”

The feeling of my secret wife’s tight, wet pussy coupled with the sight of her sweaty, petite body writhing beneath me, smiling open mouthed, looking up with those loving brown eyes, urging me to seed her – I felt my climax surge up from my balls and into my big cock, stretching her out even more as I expanded inside her cunt.

Eyes closed, Maria arched her back with a joyful hiss through her teeth and pulled me in closer with her locked legs, digging her heels into my rear. I let out a strangled cry as I flooded her pussy with my cum, pulsing out my love and lust inside her thoroughly impregnated Asian body. Our housekeeper’s cunt clamped down hard, walls frantically milking around me to gulp my cum up into her. Her loud, squealing moan filled the dark little room.

Soon we were panting next to each other on our backs, my cum leaking liberally from her folds while I held her close, my big spent dick slung over my thigh. It was hard to feel where I ended and she began with the hot slickness of  naked skin on skin, her leg draped over my thigh. Maria traced my tightly muscled teenage chest, just watching me with that affectionate, fierce devotion that came natural to her. One of the best feelings ever was to share the tender afterglow with her.

I luxuriated in our closeness and the intimate connection I felt with the mother of my children. I hated hiding our relationship, no matter how necessary it was. Part of me wished we could just run away to her village in Mindanao or something and escape the craziness of our lives. I still held on to the promise of taking her to the US, but her English was still so bad. Would she even understand basic shit in the States? I’d have to Americanize the hell out of her sexy little ass for it to work.

Our housekeeper’s lips curled into a cupid’s bow as one of her favorite boy bands came on the TV as we lay together.

‘...Sometimes I wish I could turn back time

Impossible as it may seem

But I wish I could so bad, baby

You better

Quit playing games with my heart, my heart

Quit playing games with my heart

Before you tear us apart…

“Mmm…so niiiiice,“ Maria trilled contentedly, kissing my shoulder. “You best lover, American fuck machine.” She considered for a moment, then kissed my pale skin again. “You wan me shave down there?” Obviously still a little self conscious.

“Nah, just like, trim it or something,” I grinned over at her, stroking her lithe, sweaty back. “It’s really sexy.”

“Okay,” she said with a little purse of her lips. “I do.”

She rested her head in the crook of my neck, kissing my jawline. “I love feel you inside me, you cum and baby in me always.” Maria entwined her fingers with mine and guided them to rest over the small swell of her gravid belly. “Two baby…” she murmured with an enthused breath. “I know you wan more baby so I eating saging na kambal every day for you,” she giggled.

“Two banana!” Maria laughed at my blank expression. “Mm, now big blessing for we from Gott.” My little broodmare turned her head up to press her lips against mine in a lingering kiss before resting against my shoulder again.

“You think it’s boys or girls?” I asked, kissing her perspiring forehead.

“Girl and boy!” Maria declared proudly, maternal instinct clearly leaving no room for any alternative.

“Haha, oh yeah? Hey, I’ll go with you to the clinic when we’re on winter break,” I said, eager to see the offspring I’d filled her womb with.

That seemed to make Maria happy. She smiled and hummed contentedly, free hand moving to caress my cheek. I touched her hand with mine.

“You really okay? I asked again. “About what happened today? You want me to stay?”

“I okay, rea-lee,” Maria took my hand and pressed her lips to it. “When I wit you, all okay.” She leaned up to kiss me once, then again. “You go back you room, sleep. I take shower. Need to clean office so Sir-Madaam no see what we do.”

My lips met hers, then brushed her belly. I grabbed my clothes and started putting them on.

“Tomorrow I make you favrite breakfast burrito with chili flake, okay?” Maria called with a soft smile from where she was curled up on her bed.

Couldn’t argue with that.

****

Over the next few days, the tension between my parents just got worse. Every family mealtime was like a marital cold war or something. In their sporadic interactions, Mother was even more curt and callous towards Maria than before; always regarding her with suspicion. She wasn’t even on speaking terms with my dad out in the open. Every night, the same fucking shit, them fighting and screaming at each other. Years of stagnation and keeping up appearances came to a head with my mother’s drug-addled paranoia and culminated in what felt like the beginnings of divorce.

Before the break, my father was sleeping in the guest bedroom. He was drinking a lot more too. It was rare those days that I didn’t see Dad with a big green bottle of Heineken nearby. He usually went through three at dinner and a few more afterwards. When I asked him what was going on, he just told me that they were going through a rough patch, like all marriages. It was normal, and everything would be fine after they went on holiday and had some space. Attaboy, Champ.

Mother tried to confide in me, pulling me aside with wild delusions that I constantly had to dissuade. Like my father might have had an affair with his assistant when we were in Malta last year, and who knew what went on at the massage parlors he visited with his colleagues. And of course, Maria. Had I seen anything, heard anything? She was watching my father like a hawk, whatever that meant. Probably checking in on him in the spare bedroom like a psycho killer every night even though the domestic helper and I were fucking like animals downstairs. When I refused to validate her fears, I was a useless, stupid boy, but she still kept coming back to me as her only ally in the house. Defusing Mother and talking her off a cliff multiple times a day was exhausting and unbelievably stressful.

Christmas was a big deal for Maria. According to her, Filipinos started celebrating in September and all through the “ber” months: October, November, December. But this was the only time that our domestic helper contract allowed her to go home to be with her family in the Philippines, and family was everything. Our maid agreed with my parents to forgo it this year to take care of the house while I was doing my applications. It was hard on her, but we’d talked about it and Maria wasn’t ready to reveal her pregnancy – or me – to her family yet, especially not in person. Besides, she loved the prospect of spending three weeks of freedom alone with her big-dicked teenage husband.

Dad left me with five thousand dollars worth of Baht to fend for myself. Some kind of consolation? A bribe? Way more than I needed, but I guess that was my parents – overcompensating with money to try and solve the unsolvable. I gave most of it to Maria to spend on herself, our babies, and to send home. My sexy Filipina was overjoyed. It might not have been much to me, but it was more than Maria made working for ‘Sir-Madaam’ in a year.

It was a relief when they finally left. With the house to ourselves, we were free; unleashed, even. It was like there were two hormonal teenagers on the loose, and we acted like it. Played music way too loud. Broke into my parents’ liquor cabinet. And we fucked a lot. My loving slut let me have her any time I wanted her. We had fun walking around the villa house in various states of undress. Maria’s default became panties, one of my shirts, and her bare feet. She also liked to wear tight tops that showed off the naked swell of her burgeoning abdomen just to excite me.

There was something special about Maria being in my bed every night and us fucking to sleep with me buried inside her petite pregnant Filipina body. I felt closer to her than ever. More in love with her than ever.

My secret wife cooked every meal for me except when we went out to eat – exploring and enjoying the sprawling, sweltering Thai city we called home. She got tired sometimes from her body working so hard to grow our young, but mostly it didn’t slow us down. Movies, night markets, malls, tearing around the streets in a Tuk Tuk holding on for dear life – whatever we wanted. It felt like my money went forever. I was constantly surprised by how good her Thai was, like really pretty fluent. Despite my language classes at school, mine had never gotten beyond the basics, like getting around and swear words – all the important survival stuff.

I lugged out our neglected Christmas tree and we decorated it together; it was a ritual that meant a lot to Maria since I was the only family she’d have for the holiday. I tried to make it up to her by buying her a ton of new clothes, bras, and panties from Mall 8, and on Christmas Eve I surprised her with the gift of a delicate platinum pendant; a shimmering chain and a cross adorned with a single diamond in its center. It was nicer than the ring I’d gotten her and she immediately let me claim her slender throat with it – another sign of our love and that Maria belonged to me.

It was like we were a real couple in public, holding hands, sucking face and totally in love. And it was pretty clear to passersby with the way Maria proudly flaunted her swollen breasts and belly that I’d knocked her up too. Seeing a big Farang teen stud with a petite, pregnant brown-skinned Asian girl definitely got some jealous eyes from local Thai women and insecure glances from their tiny-dicked men. Thank fuck the expat kids always fled Bangkok when winter break rolled around – if anyone saw us together it’d be game over.

With all the free time, I tried to help improve Maria’s English every day. I found out she’d been trying to teach herself after she found out she was pregnant with American young, but it’d been slow going. Yeah, it might’ve been a lost cause and I loved her thick accent, but it was a barrier between us too. She understood a ton, just wasn’t good at expressing herself. I also tried introducing more of my beloved American heritage to her – like watching pirated VHSes of Escape from LA, Independence Day, The Rock, and Happy Gilmore.

For her part, Maria tried to teach me some Tagalog and more about her culture and family. I finally learned her last name – Flores. Her little sister’s name was Joy. Just a bit younger than me at 17 and going to high school in Angeles City. It was bittersweet when she showed me polaroid pictures of her parents, a warm-looking older Filipino couple. I could tell she loved them deeply and missed them badly. Maria only had one of Joy when she was a coltish 13-year-old standing outside a Jollibee with a big goofy grin. My wife almost gave me another smack for suggesting Jolibee’s was like a fake McDonald’s.

Maria was passionate about Filipino food, which she was delighted to introduce and make for me. It was too crude for Mother’s tastes, but Maria’s adobo kicked ass and her pork sisig was amazing. All of her food was great, really – in another life Maria probably could have been a successful chef in a high end hotel or restaurant. Least I got to enjoy it. She did too, eating more and more for the hungry litter that she carried for me. I was in an almost constant state of arousal around her, watching her belly grow visibly what felt like every few days.

But beyond the physical, as I learned more about Maria and her story, the more I cared. Trying to break the cycle of poverty that had gripped her family for generations, Maria had fallen into what was basically indentured servitude to this domestic helper agency simply for having the courage and resolve to create a better life. Being a spoiled expat kid I had no clue about any of her hardships. It wasn’t stupidity that’d gotten her into this situation either — it was desperation. The revelation made me angry; more determined than ever to protect her and help in whatever way I could.

For my part, I kept my promise to work on my college applications. When it got tough, Maria was there to give me a head massage or suck me off to keep me relaxed. I had no idea if any of it would pan out for me. I’d have to hope that old money and legacy admissions would land me somewhere that’d get my family off my ass. I didn’t really give a shit about the Ivies or the other big names. If it was up to me, I’dve applied to the fuckin’ backwater shithole University of the Philippines, for no other reason than to be close to Maria, stupid as it was.

After our first two weeks of vacation, I went with Maria to check on her pregnancy. At this point, the busy, distended globe of her belly was big enough that it pushed out well past her breasts. It was probably the size of one of the handballs we used in PE – she really looked pregnant now, like 5 or even 6 months along even though I knew she was barely 4. It was big enough that when I fucked her from behind that her belly swung heavily underneath her and dragged against the bed. My woman just emanated young, sexy maternity; impossibly feminine with the large swell of her abdomen protruding from her lithe, slinky little Filipina body. Maria had a fierce maternal pride about her pregnancy that bordered on smug, broody arrogance. She loved her role as my prized breeding mare.

For the appointment, Maria decided to wear her cute olive green maternity tank top, new jean shorts, Converse sneaks, and dark Yankees Baseball cap – all gifts from me. She wore her long, lustrous mane of black hair free down her back. Maria looked hot as hell. That was my sweet, horny Asian wife, right there.

The word-of-mouth domestic helper network in our compound led us to a modest clinic in Bang Rak that had a reputation for its service and discretion. Made sense, since it was close to Pat Pong. It was a lot more expensive than the nearby shithole community clinic that Maria’s housekeeper friends used, like way beyond their means, but that one wasn’t nearly as well equipped. And honestly, Maria deserved better. Me coming along was a show of solidarity and support that meant a lot to her. She seemed genuinely excited by the visit.

Off Thaniya down a narrow alley, hidden from the constant flow of tourists, the clinic's exterior was unassuming, with a white sign that had the words "Phra Nang Women's Clinic" in English and Thai scribbles. Hand-in-hand, we went inside to a spartan but fairly clean waiting room and reception filled with eight local Thai women in varying stages of pregnancy. The air exuded fertility.

Maria approached the reception desk, where a kind-faced nurse greeted her. She spoke to her in Thai, probably explaining her situation and concerns. The nurse seemed reassuring in her responses.

While I waited for her, I observed the other patients around me – a mix of local women who all looked older than Maria. Some chatted quietly, while others wore expressions of anxiety. The clinic’s walls were adorned with faded Thai posters that I couldn’t read but looked like they promoted women’s health and the importance of prenatal care. Air conditioned breeze from a vent in the ceiling was an incredibly welcome refuge from Bangkok’s unrelenting heat and humidity. I felt the eyes of the women on me as I stood there, the only male – and foreigner for that matter – in their midst. I saw judgment, disapproval, jealousy, and even flirtatiousness as I glanced around and gazes quickly averted. They’d obviously figured out that I was the father of Maria’s child. A tall, strong, good-looking white American teenager. A male Farang specimen that at least four of the pregnant women couldn’t stop quietly eye-fucking.

I checked them out surreptitiously as I stood around and Maria filled out some registration. I’d never been surrounded by so many knocked-up females before. Their males were probably all inferior to me; likely only barely succeeding in passing on their genes after months of limp-dicked effort and prayers to Buddha. Tiny, stunted Asian knobs that couldn’t ever fully satisfy their women. Now, confronted with a real alpha stud, something deep down in them was responding, whether they wanted to admit it or not.

None of them were as hot as Maria, but at the sight of their feminine Asian faces, shades of gold skin, womanly bodies and gravid bellies on display under the fabric of their clothes, I couldn’t help but start to fantasize about fucking them. Especially the one who was the farthest along, probably here for her final checkup with a huge, torpedo-shaped belly that stretched her cheap maternity dress to its limit. Like the other females in the waiting area, her breasts were smallish, despite her condition – a genetic disappointment that’d be bred out of their bloodline with the introduction of my American seed. I thought about cucking their husbands and claiming their bodies over the rest of their pregnancy, then filling their unworthy Siamese wombs with a second child. Coming around just for a few nights every month to service my stable of inseminated mother Thai bitches and check on our unborn luk khrueng pups.

Ah shit. The profane, wandering thoughts made my dick harden and bulge obscenely down my pant leg. I quickly snatched up a brochure to awkwardly hide my hard-on behind it with both hands. Not sure if any of the others saw or if I was making things worse by drawing attention to it. Maria beamed as she returned to me and chatted happily that the clinic had recently acquired an ultrasound machine, a technology that was still pretty rare but becoming more accessible to healthcare providers outside the big hospitals in the city. She started to say more but noticed that I was trying to conceal my erection. Maria covered her mouth with a husky giggle, eyes wide.

“Oh my Gott! What wrong wit you? Carl!!” She exclaimed in familiar exasperation, rolling her eyes before leaning up to plant a hot, impish kiss on my cheek.

“Mm…too many preg-nant lady here. I bet you dreaming you fuck them all, hah?” she whispered salaciously near my ear. “Bad boooy…remember you diick belong only me, okaay?” Maria grinned and reached down to squeeze my covered cock hard, eliciting a wince from me. The stares and discomfort from the women were back in full force, this time with a few whispers, but Maria clearly didn’t care, standing up on her tiptoes to kiss me deeply in front of the other mothers-to-be. “Mahal na mahal kita kahit wala ka nang pag-asa,” she said through the wry curl of her lips.

Uhh…Something about she loved me.

“Mahal din kita,” I replied. I love you back.

Maria grinned widely as she took me by my hand to sit down together and wait our turn. As we sat there, I felt my heart start to pound in anticipation and even excitement. It was so surreal, this place my life had become. That cold thrill in my chest was back, a buzz like my world was in flux, like I was untethered in space.

But sitting next to Maria made me feel grounded, like it was a good feeling, you know? I could tell she was way more nervous than I was, constantly stroking her round stomach. Fishing out her platinum crucifix from inside her top and fidgeting with it between her fingers. To ease the tension, I made a dumb joke about going to Pat Pong afterwards with her on a date.

Y’know, watch a show, like with the girls who smoke with their pussies and pop billiards out of their cunts? Maria smacked my thigh, hard, but I could see the little smirk of her smile touching the corner of her mouth.

“So gross.”

When they finally called us, we were led into a cramped examination room. The doctor, a middle-aged Thai woman in a white practitioners coat with a warm smile, greeted us and instructed Maria to lie down on the examination bed. The room was dimly lit with a bunch of medical machines and a monitor, as well as an office chair and a desk for the physician. My Filipina raised her butt to shimmy down her shorts to reveal her hip bones, then lifted her tank top to expose the round swell of her pregnancy up to the bottom of her breasts. The doctor clucked at Maria in Thai as she looked up from her clipboard and placed her hands on her belly with some skepticism. “Laea khuṇ buk wa khuṇ xayu pheiyng sib huk sapdah?”

“Chi tae chan khid wa fafaed kaa.” Maria answered anxiously.

“Chan hen,” the doctor said with a nod. “Leng ma du kan.”

I was about to ask what they were saying when the obstetrician squirted some gel on the prominent brown bump of Maria’s softly rising and falling stomach. I felt nervous. Eager. Scared, even. The doctor fiddled with the nearby machine, a standing cabinet with a CRT monitor on top and what looked like a futuristic DJ turntable embedded with a huge trackball. Emitting a low buzz, the monitor flickered to life, revealing staticky images inside a digital fan. The obstetrician passed the ultrasound wand over Maria’s hard, glistening belly as I held her hand and we both watched the screen.

Vague shapes danced in the darkness, coalescing into the two unmistakable grainy forms of our twins.

Twins. It wasn’t just sex talk; it wasn’t just fantasy. It was real.

I was a fucking father at 18. I was going to have two kids.

Maria let out an audible gasp of joy, squeezing my hand tight. The doctor murmured and exclaimed with a quiet, surprised breath.

“Chi man pen fafaed phwk khea du mi sukkhp̣haph di di maaak. Di mak.”

Happy tears brimmed in Maria’s eyes.

“Two baby!” the doctor declared in broken English as she turned to me. “Healthy baby. Good heartbeat.”

I smiled, more in love with Maria than I ever had been, my fingers instinctively intertwining with hers.

Our offspring were like delicate shadows against a backdrop of black, their tiny bodies swaying in the fluid-filled world they inhabited. I squinted as I tried to decipher the contours of their beings. I could vaguely discern the outlines of their developing heads, torsos; the suggestion of limbs in motion, and the faint, fluttering flicker that echoed the rhythm of their hearts. I couldn’t see any signs of their gender. Mostly I just felt overwhelmed. Responsibility. Love.

The doctor's voice, soft and steady, explained the rarity of our situation while Maria translated for me – the challenges it might bring, and the beauty that awaited us with the blessing of rearing twin babies. But everything looked good. She gave us suggestions for prenatal vitamins and a stern reminder to come back every two weeks. The obstetrician printed out two ultrasound images, one for each of us, capturing one of the craziest, most beautiful moments of our lives.

In the waiting room, Maria couldn’t contain her pride and happiness as she held up the photo to show the other expectant mothers. “Rea mi lukfaed!” she cried triumphantly in Thai, a hand on her belly. A pleasant, surprised swell of murmurs and gasps went up around us, and those stares became ones of vicarious happiness, congratulation, and envy.

As we left the clinic, Maria and I walked hand-in-hand through the bustling streets of Bang Ra. The city's vibrant, acid-dream colors followed us as we made our way back to Sukhumvit and an uncertain future. But for now, there was everything that Bangkok was – love and lust that went through the hot, sweltering days and nights.