This story is based on real events in my life. All characters are 18 or older. This is the penultimate chapter of Breeding the Help.
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How my life changed after impregnating my family’s young Filipino maid.
Bangkok, Thailand March 1997
My head rested against the glass window of the school-chartered coach, its rhythmic motion carrying me through the orange sodium haze of the midnight capital.
As we weaved through the muted chaos of Sukhumvit Road, I watched the labyrinthine patchwork of city lights and shadows, all tinged in an iridescent neon glow. Even though it was home for almost 3 years now, this place would always be alien to me; unapproachably exotic. Bangkok’s wild heartbeat pulsed through the multi-lane artery of the highway, buzzing with a glut of traffic even this late. Cars, minivans, motorcycles, Tuk Tuks. Blessed aircon funneled down onto the top of my head from a nozzle in the cab’s ceiling, gently tousling my hair. I glanced at the rest of the Track team in the seats behind and around me – everyone else was asleep, still wearing our preppy-ass black and gold varsity Panthers jackets and sports uniforms.
We were on our way back from the 3-day, 4-night IASAS Track & Field Tournament in Singapore; the last one of my high school career. It’d been a grueling and ultimately disappointing championship. We ran our asses off but still came up short against Singapore American School. Second place sucked. Worse, our return flight to Bangkok was delayed by monsoon rains for 5 hours, so we’d only just gotten back.
It was alright though, because I’d clinched gold in the 100m Dash and almost won the 200m. I was fuckin’ proud of myself for that. I couldn’t believe that Coach Venables actually said that he’d help me pursue a D1 scholarship back in the US.
I was too stoked to sleep with all the possibilities still racing through my mind. Not like, getting a free ride to a university, but actually having that kind of value. I smiled to myself as I fished the medal from my pocket to check it out for what felt like the millionth time. Shiny, gold-embossed letters, glittering weightily between my thumb and index. Looking at it, it was the first time I felt a real sense of self-worth about my time served in high school. Like I wasn’t a loser anymore. It might even bring Mom and Dad a moment of shared parental gratification.
I couldn’t wait to tell Maria about it.
I felt a pang of desire, of need deep down when I thought about our family’s 23-year old Filipina housekeeper waiting for me back home, now deliciously, salaciously 6 months pregnant with our secret offspring.
Our children were the irresistible consequence of what had begun as a barely consensual, exploitative relationship between our maid and me, her employer’s domineering teenage son. But Maria was so lonely, so neglected and horny – she couldn’t deny what her nubile, sex-starved Asian body craved for long. Fucking wasn’t enough for my depraved lusts and big white cock, though – wanted to breed her. I wanted to claim her Pinay village girl womb from the moment I lusted for her and make her into my broodmare, heedless of the ramifications or the dangers of being exposed. My depraved intent bore fruit in ways I couldn’t even imagine.
Like a tiger drawn to a she-cat in heat during our first raw, breeding fuck, the delicious pleasure-pain from my huge white dick filling and stretching her Asian cunt must have dragged down a pair of ovum that I savagely fertilized. Fraternal twins.
What had begun with the selfish need to fulfill my darkest fantasies slowly changed into something so unexpectedly wonderful. Love, like actual love between the two of us, as crazy and fucked-up and scandalous as it was. As our sexual liaisons continued, hidden from my parents, I discovered not only was Maria just as horny and filthy and depraved as I was; I eventually saw her as more than just our hired help. She was the best fucking woman in the world. She was the horny, sexy Filipina mother of my beautiful, illicit children, and I fucking loved her. My secret wife.
For any sane 18-year-old, the sports meet in Singapore should have given me the space to get some abstinence-born clarity, step back from the intensity of my situation, and consider the unbelievable consequences of my actions. But it didn’t. Instead of the kind of lucidity my parents and expat society would hope for? The separation only fueled my desire for Maria even more. It wasn’t just physical either; I longed for her presence, her warmth, and the deepening connection we shared.
The sexual pride the two of us felt in our fertility at having twins always threatened to send us into a frenzy for one another. My parents were still none the wiser that our domestic helper was carrying around their own half-Filipino grandchildren as she worked for them all day. Worse, Mother was still psychotically convinced of my dad’s infidelity; that he was having an affair with Maria and was the father of her young. Despairing, Mom couldn’t find proof because it didn’t exist, and since Dad had taken pity on our housekeeper and controlled all our finances, she couldn’t outright fire Maria either. It didn’t stop her paranoid delusions from gripping her every waking moment, trapping her in an alternating state of bitter, jaded bitchiness and outright accusatory hysteria.
The best days were when Mother heavily self-medicated on Valium and just slept for hours. Otherwise she was constantly in my ear with wine on her breath, trying to win me over to her side through coddling and manipulation, or trying to glean some scrap of incriminating observation or memory to use against my dad. It was a sick pit in my stomach to live with the realization that she was trying to sink her claws into me as the two of them maneuvered ever closer to what felt like the inevitability of divorce. Like I was a pawn to them.
Dad wasn’t much better. Over the past two months, my father had practiced avoidance by consuming himself in work and rapidly escalating alcoholism. It felt like he was always asking Maria to bring him another beer, and another, and another. After dinner, he drank Jameson until he sometimes passed out in his chair and I had to shoulder him upstairs to bed. He claimed it was all to take off the edge from work stress, which was steadily mounting for him and his colleagues for some reason. Something about shaky Asian markets and a weakening Baht, whatever that meant.
‘Uncertainty, Champ! That’s the name of the game. Don’t expect you to understand. Just stick with what you’re good at, Son. Attaboy.’
I dreaded going home to them. But I ached to be with Maria again.
My chest panged with love and lust thinking about our housekeeper and her welcoming, smoking hot Asian body. Her smooth brown skin, her adoring, smiling face. Her dark, full lips. Those almond-shaped, exotic brown eyes. Long, lustrous black Pinay hair. Her graceful, skillful hands and short, dark painted nails. The plump swell of her dusky breasts and her big, gravid belly protruding in such a wonderfully obscene way from her lithe little body. The tuft of dark fur above the swollen, pregnant cunt that was constantly in estrus.
I felt myself harden in my pants again, my big dick craving attention, desperate to be back inside Maria’s supple Asian body. I squirmed some against the cushion of my comfortable seat, seriously entertaining jacking off on the bus. The logistics weren’t favorable. Yeah, I had an empty aisle seat so I could probably get away with it. I could try with my hand in my pocket, but that shit chafed. And where would my cum go? In my fucking pants?
I sighed and reluctantly consigned myself to blue balls and a painful erection for the rest of the ride. I pulled my Walkman headphones up from around my neck and over my ears, cranking the volume as Vincent’s eclectic mixtape started to play again. Track 3, Eminem, who Vin swore was the second coming of rap.
‘...I'm givin' mad love, I'm snugglin' hugs
Strugglin' thugs, smugglin' drugs
Jugglin' jobs, guzzlin' jugs…
Baby, all I wanna do is swallow one or two
Smoke a little bit and follow one of you
Back home when the party ends…’
The fluorescent-lit bustle of late night street vendors swarmed outside rows of closed shop houses, thronged by clusters of revelers gathering from open-air bars and hidden nightclubs. A lurid sea of signage and billboards encroached from building facades and tree fronds on either side, an information overload so garish that it bruised the sliver of night sky above to a dark, otherworldly purple.
As the coach lurched on, the kaleidoscopic decadence of downtown Sukhumvit revealed glimpses of ornate temples, strange gardens, and the distant churn of the Chao Phraya’s stinking, wine-dark waters.
Three days away from Maria was already too long. Going from a perpetually receptive broodmare who was eager to sate all my needs to my disused hand and goopey hotel moisturizer? It was real hard on me. I just couldn’t satisfy myself anymore, not like she could. I’d jacked it maybe three or four times a day when I was over there, but my big cock had gotten spoiled on Maria’s hot Filipina mouth and hairy pregnant pussy.
Sitting pathetically on the Shangri-la bathroom toilet seat and trying to be quiet so my roommate wouldn’t hear, my orgasms sucked and barely quieted the hunger. Sometimes they just made it worse. To say I was pent up at this point was an understatement. I was in a serious rut and desperately needed Maria to tame my fucking dick back into some semblance of normalcy.
And it was more than just sexual. I missed our maid’s closeness and her love. In the silent, depressing hell that my house had become with the dramatic erosion of my parent’s marriage, we were the only thing each other had anymore. I had wanted to call her, to hear her voice and maybe do phone sex or something, but I couldn’t figure out the international number shit from Singapore. The coaches had already let my parents know I’d be back late so it’d be suspicious if I tried to call now.
‘...’Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don't wanna fight
We don't want no one feelin' uptight
’Cause we came here to do this tonight
’Til the morning light…’
Wasn’t much else I could do but wait to be dropped off at Soi 39. So I laid back in the seat and let my mind go dark with thoughts about my broodmare.
With Maria’s gravid belly now significantly larger and more distended – nearly the size of a basketball now with our twins – I loved watching our little housekeeper trot around the house with her sensual feminine strut. My Filipina’s lower back arched gently to support the weight of the heavily gestating litter I’d put inside of her, pelvis tilted slightly to accommodate her now deeply swollen womb. The graceful, maternal sway of her upper body was a proud, contented rhythm that maintained her equilibrium through the continuing transformation my seed had wrought. Maria’s gait had changed too. Her stance was wider as she carried the weight of our young. The familiar slinky pad and inconspicuous sashay of her walk now had a sexy, noticeably pregnant waddle. Our maid’s steps were more careful and deliberate as she navigated our household with a seriously front-loaded center of gravity on her petite Asian frame. Her hands often pressed against and massaged the small of her back to comfort the aching muscles bearing the extra burden, but usually she was caressing her prominent belly with an instinctual tenderness. With Maria’s housework across our big old villa house more difficult on her now, pauses were longer, the touch on her rounded bump more lingering. Sometimes she had to take a break to catch her breath, but our housekeeper’s dedication to me kept her working so we could stay together as long as possible.
Oh yeah, and she needed to piss all the fucking time.
During the day, Maria wore either the maternity tank tops and shorts I’d gotten for her, or the mommy dresses she’d picked out. Mother didn’t seem to notice or care that our maid was wearing higher-end maternity outfits from Mall 8, just loudly complained snidely to anyone that would listen that Maria was flaunting her pregnancy and rubbing it in our faces no matter what she wore.
By night, it was either teddies, my old shirts, jersey tops, and panties, or nothing at all. I loved admiring her naked body, especially the protruding, Thai watermelon-sized globe of brown flesh that her womb had become; the receptacle of all my desire. Her svelte, 5’0 Asian body accentuated all the voluptuous transformations my insatiable American cock had wrought on her. The roundness of her belly was so deliciously prominent, the curvature pulling my mare’s skin to a tautness that should have made serious stretch marks, but the broody, quietly preening creature she was kept up the regular application of the expensive cocoa butter lotion I bought her, as well as any of my cum that didn’t make it into her hungry cunt or mouth. When viewed from the side, her belly jutted outwards in an irresistibly lewd, rounded fullness that subtly tapered to her popped navel.
Maria’s breasts kept engorging with milk, large shapely udders that were perfectly proportioned to her fertile body with their thick, dark brown teats and large areolas. She was carrying too low for them to rest on the shelf of her belly, which was all the better – I loved their teardrop shapes and long, fat, upturned nipples. I could make her cum just by sucking on them now. Her belly was big enough that it wasn’t easy to see the starving mare cunt underneath the swell of her bloated uterus, but the bestial tangle of thick feminine pubic fur crawling upwards made it clear that it was always waiting for my white horse cock to claim it.
My dick was screaming for attention at this point, throbbing against my uniform shorts with a profane, massive bulge that wet the black fabric with spots of pre. I glanced around again, this time more urgently. Looked like everyone was still asleep except the driver, and he was way up front. I swore under my breath and shucked my Panther’s jacket to cover my lap. I felt so filthy and fucked in the head doing it in the bus, but I couldn’t help myself. I pulled down the elastic of my shorts and let my hard dick rage free, popping a tent under my jacket. I checked again before spitting into my palm and gripping it around my covered cock, closing my eyes as I finally felt relief. I stroked up and down my big, long shaft, pretending my closed fingers and palm was Maria’s tight cunt as the mixtape switched tracks and ground into my skull.
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands…’
I pumped my dick, imagining Maria riding me, her big belly so full of babies heaving and rocking, hands mauling at her breasts as she gnashed her teeth above me, hissing my name. My palms on either side of her massive gravid bump, holding it as I fucked myself up into her. Feeling our hairy pelvises mash together as I bottomed out against her cervix every time, knocking brutally against the plug of her writhing womb. She’d cry out how she was so full, so full, so full...
‘...Yeeeeeahhhhhhh heeeee's the one who likes all our pretty songs, and he
Likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun, but he
Knows not what it means…”
Knows not what it means…’
“ALRIGHT PANTHERS, RISE AND SHINE!” Coach Venables’ voice crackled over the bus intercom. “We’re about ten minutes away from Soi numero 55, Thong Lor. That’s Royal Garden, Golden Oasis, Emerald Court…”
Ah FUCK!
My eyes went wide as the bus stirred around me and I tried to wrangle my angry, throbbing erection back into my shorts before anyone noticed. I kept the jacket over my legs and wiped the glistening pre and saliva from my palm onto the seat, grimacing as my release was stolen from me. More frustrated than ever, I slammed my fist onto the armrest and lamented how I was even worse off than before. My dick was like a steel rod, pulsing wetness against my thigh. I did what I should’ve done earlier and pulled out my Game Boy Pocket to boot up some Super Mario Land.
Stomping goombas and jumping Mario around calmed me into a flaccid, flustered mess, but I wasn’t any less horny. Worse, my tiredness was starting to compete as a biological imperative so I wasn’t even sure I was going to get laid tonight. Might just fall down on the couch or something and miss out on the heaven waiting for me in the maid’s room.
No! Fuck that. I deserved her.
When the coach finally pulled into Soi 39 and stopped in front of the gates of Riverside Haven, it was 1:44am.
I walked in alone through the dimly lit, well manicured streets of the expat compound. Dogs bayed distantly from behind fences as I disturbed the night with my echoing footfalls. Electricity crackled from the oppressive humidity that fucked with the conductors on the poles of the power lines. Bugs swarmed.
When I got home, my parents weren't waiting for me, as expected. The whole house was quiet and mostly dark, save the usual creepy crawlies that cohabited the place. I dropped my backpack and my suitcase at the foyer to kick off my shoes. The dining room light was on, but no Maria. Sweetly, she’d left a lemonade and a homemade burrito with chips and salsa for me on the dining room table under a protective metal cloche. I wolfed it all down appreciatively before I went to Maria’s room to find my mate, cock already hardening again in anticipation for what was to come.
The familiar welcoming gloom of the maid’s quarters enveloped me as I slipped inside and shut the door behind me. The fan hummed with its typical ineffectualness against the creeping nocturnal heat and humidity. It smelled faintly like me and Maria inside, soaked into the walls after furtive months of steamy, unbridled sex. A newer scent rising above the heady mix of our sweat and cum was the savory-sweet chocolatey odor of that cocoa butter on Maria’s pregnant skin. My dick hardened more fully, Pavlovian in response to the proximity of my broodmare.
As my eyes further adjusted to the dark, I could see the shape of Maria lying on her bed, sleeping curled up on her side in a pose that was both vulnerable and serene. She was wearing my long Megadeth Raglan-style Countdown to Extinction t-shirt – it fit me perfectly but on her small, skinny frame, it was large enough to cover most of the tan globe of her pregnancy. Still, Maria’s belly was so big and swollen with the twins she was growing for me that the fabric was stretched tight, revealing the brown curve of the underside of her midriff. Her long, silky tan legs were naked, ass covered in a simple pair of black panties. One of the house’s spare pillows was held between Maria’s thighs and knees, easing the strain on her hips and lower back. One hand rested on the dome of her belly, the other curled on the pillow in front of her face.
She looked angelic in repose. Like a pregnant, raven-haired Asian goddess or something. I could hear her quiet, regular feminine breath from the bed, her chest gently rising and falling.
Untethered from the demands of my depraved white cock, I could have stared at her for hours. If I was a romantic, I could've been sweet, like left a rose or something on her pillow to let Maria know I'd been there, respecting her need to sleep. But I needed her, bad. I let out a quiet sound as I hooked my thumbs in my uniform shorts waistband and pulled them down along with my boxers, letting my aching dick bounce free and rise to full mast. I stepped out of them and pulled my track top over my head, standing naked before her. It didn't matter how tired I was – hot blood was pumping to my dick, my nostrils flared at her scent. I crawled into bed next to my woman and slid my big, toned white body against her back. I grunted softly as my dick, glans already wet with pre, wedged huge and insistently against her ass and covered pussy. I took her in, smelling the nape of her neck and inky mane. I loved to see how her throat was claimed by the little platinum pendant I’d bought her, glimmering in the low light. I pressed my lips against her hot skin, my thumb gently brushing a lock of black hair from her cheek.
Maria stirred a little and shifted as I pressed her against me with a soft sound, feeling the full warmth of her back against my chest. My big cock, sandwiched so obscenely large between the cleft of her little panty-covered ass, throbbed with hunger.
I reached forward and slowly lifted the hem of her t-shirt up and over the roundness of her belly, revealing its gravid curve to the warm air. I let my fingers slide upwards to caress the heavy fullness of her naked breasts, her fat dark brown nipples so engorged. Her teats felt hotter than the rest of her body somehow, like more swollen than I remembered. Soft skin but really hard, like as tight as her belly. They felt so good in my hand. Maria shifted again, moaning softly as she felt my touch, her eyelids fluttering a little. Groggily, slowly coming to a languid awareness, my mare’s hand rose to the side of her abdomen and her fingers threaded through mine, gently squeezing as I kissed her nape again. She leaned into me, her ass grinding backwards against the welcome feeling of my dick.
"Mm...Carl...you come home..." Maria breathed in her Pinay drawl, voice thick with sleep. Her hand moved up and touched my face, stroking it lovingly. "...I miss you so much, Daddy." She continue to press her little ass into me with gentle playfulness. I grunted softly, letting her feel the hard throb of my desire.
"Yeah, baby," I breathed back. "I missed you too." I gave the side of her throat a lingering kiss. She purred, shifting some to look back at me with sultry content. “You win big race in Singapore?” Maria asked hopefully, her fingertips sliding across my jawline.
I grinned. “Hell yeah, I won! 100 meter. Almost got 200 too.” I didn’t mention that we lost overall. My secret wife’s pretty, sleepy face lit up at the news.
“I know you win! I pray for you win and you do!” She leaned back, shifting her weight to kiss me deeply. I made out with her for a while, just tasting her lips, her tongue as our bodies reunited. I caressed her milk-engorged breasts, mauling at them gently to elicit a hot, shuddering moan into my mouth.
I squeezed one of her fat nipples like usual and felt the unexpected drip of moisture over my thumb and index. It was thin, creamy white.
Was that…?
Maria let out a soft gasp that gave way to a quiet, discontented squeal. "Aiiee!" she tsked me tenderly, her hand covering mine to gently lead my wet fingers away. "You no so haaard!" she complained. "Sens-i-tieev. They growing more when you gone," Maria explained, slowly licking her lips. She looked up at me with a sleepy, but playful smile.
"Milk coming soon," my Filipina broodmare declared, her voice a husky whisper.
Oh god that turned me on.
"Yes, mmm soon, coming." She let out a tired yawn and a cute little grunt, shifting her ass and pelvis to get comfortable again. Maria moved our hands to feel the expanse of her round belly, brown skin tight and warm to the touch. I gave her tan fingers a tender squeeze before I left them, my hand sliding up the underside of her bump and across her breasts again. I kissed the side of her throat. "Can we..."
"Yes," she murmured back, shifting slowly in place to get on all fours. Her big belly swung and wobbled obscenely beneath her, so sexily prominent on her lithe body. "We fuck." She grinned back at me, knowing she was turning me on so much with her pregnancy.
I got up on my knees and positioned myself behind her, my dick like a length of steel pipe.
"Mffuck yeah," I murmured, gripping the little spheres of her tight Filipina ass.
Maria wiggled her ass invitingly, smiling with her big dark eyes as I worked my thumbs into the band of her panties and she arched her back further. The underside of her heavy, round, pregnant belly swung and hung beneath her along with her covered breasts.
"Mmmm," she moaned softly, biting her lip.
I pulled off her panties, revealing my mare’s cunt and ass to the night. Her thick, wild black pubic fur framed her swollen brown pussy lips, her tiny puckered asshole teasing me above. Maria looked so damn sexy like that, pregnancy absolutely bloated between her legs. The way she was presenting herself and arching her back made the underside of her big round belly jut out so far, her skin so tight. My mare's large navel popped out a good ways from the stretched tightness of her womb. I could barely see her faint linea nigra run from the top of her tangle of pubes over the expanse of her abdomen.
I groaned as I stroked myself and lined my cockhead up against the warm, wet folds of her pussy, watching it slide and press against her brown lips.
"AAaauunnhhh…fhhaaaakkk!" Maria squealed as the huge tip of my dick pushed heavily into her tight entrance. I loved how her puffy, hairy Asian cunt always stretched and widened so lewdly for my horse cock. I felt her shudder as her pussy gripped and sucked me deeper.
She gasped, throwing her head back as I bottomed out inside her. "Ooohhh, Gott, you so big! So big, I miss you diiick so baaad Da-ddy!"
I grabbed my Asian slut by the waist and pulled her sexy ass back against me, feeling her round, fertile belly heave and swing from the movement. Her pussy squeezed my dick in a desperate, needy vise. I hissed through gritted teeth.
"Oh, fuck, Maria, your pussy's so fuckin’ good!"
I started pumping my dick in and out of her, my ballsack banging against the underside of her huge belly with squishing, heavy slaps. She was so wet. Maria moaned softly, eyes closing, biting her lower lip. I fucked her so deep, the bed creaking rhythmically as the force of our rutting shook her gravid abdomen. I leaned down and gripped the sides of her heaving, distended stomach with both hands as I pistoned into her, groaning out through my gritted teeth at the sensation. In a moment of absolute depravity, I felt her skin ripple and squirm under my palms. Our offspring squirming in her womb.
Maria cried out in a helpless moan, feeling her children stir while we fucked. It was so wicked. So perverted. It made my cock hard as steel. She was so full of my young, such a true fucking broodmare now.
"Shit, you're so fucking pregnant, so fuckin' hot, UNFFff," I grunted, my right hand sliding from the underside of her belly to lift her shirt up and grasp one of her fat, swaying teats. Her luminous crucifix chain tinked and twisted between her breasts with each of my thrusts. I started pumping her deeper, faster. Maria squealed as I mauled her breast and crushed a bloated nipple between my thumb and index. Another hard squeeze and I felt something totally unexpected. A spurt of liquid.
I stopped for a moment, buried deep inside her with eyes wide. My fingers and palm were covered in whitish milk.
"Oh shit, Maria..." I breathed.
"NnnNNnn..." Maria whined, her voice trembling, her pussy still quivering around my dick. "Sorry, sorry, sorry...it coming..."
Her nipple was squirting white droplets all over my hand.
"Holy shit," I whispered, giving the globe of her breast another tight squeeze, making more pale liquid splatter across my fingers and her sheets as I pumped into her, my dick growing even harder, even larger at this delicious new development. As I milked her like a fucking Mindanao farm beast, Maria came over and over again, shrieking out into her pillow as she thrashed, her belly heaving and swinging and dragging on the bed. Her pussy gushed. I fucked her through her orgasm, her cunt convulsing around me, gripping me tighter, wetter. I grunted as I bottomed out, jamming myself against the barrier of her bloated cervix. I pressed my tightly muscled chest over her feminine back and grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezing and kneading them as they sprayed with her Filipina mother's milk. It was so perverse. So fucking hot.
Maria could only let out a long, low animalistic moan that filled the room, her eyes rolling back into her head as she started to sweat.
My pelvis hammered against her tight, pregnant ass and the furry underside of her huge swinging belly. It slapped and clapped wetly, loudly, as I mauled her leaking, spurting tits.
"Mmm! Mm!" Maria squealed, biting her lip as I fucked her, the force of my thrusts driving her heavily pregnant body up the bed. "Kantot aauuu KANTOT! Fuck me like I you mare with you horse diick...!"
Ugh, god her saying that bestial shit really turned me on. Couldn't believe she was so sick. So into it. Into me.
"Ugh! FUCK!" I grunted, squeezing her fat tits and milking her mercilessly as my balls churned and I came, hard. I felt my hot jizz jet out and fill her insides, painting the entrance to her womb and filling her canal. I groaned and grunted, bucking against my mare as I drained myself, her cunt squeezing out every last drop.
When we were done, I fell onto the bed and spooned Maria from behind, my sweaty chest and stomach pressed against her back, my dick still plugged thick and deep inside her. My arms wrapped around our housekeeper and I kissed her neck and jaw, my hands gently caressing the underside of her big, round belly, the weight and warmth of her pregnant form a soothing presence against me. Maria turned her head to face me, her hand touching my face lovingly, fingers running through my hair. We shared a soft, tender kiss.
"I fuckin’ love you, Maria," I murmured.
She smiled, her eyes half-closed, tired.
"I love you too, Carl," she replied, her digits sliding down and caressing the side of her huge pregnant belly, the skin so hot, so taut. "Love you so much, so much," she whispered again. “Kahit anong mangyari, ikaw pa rin ang nais kong makasama habang buhay...”
I rested my head back and closed my eyes. Just for a moment, to enjoy our closeness.
****
I woke with the incessant ringing of our housekeeper's alarm clock and the morning light outlining her door with its glow. Maria was sleeping beside me, naked save for my long Megadeth shirt that draped over the curve of her belly, barely covering the underside and tops of her thighs. Her long, black hair fanned out over the pillow she’d hogged.
Dawning situational awareness had my brain screaming. Oh shit...!
I fucking fell asleep in the maid's room!
I started panicking. I needed to get the fuck out and back to my room before my parents caught me. Maria was shifting lightly against me as the alarm faded. She felt so good, smelt so good. Despite the urgency of my escape, my cum-caked already semi-hard cock stirred and started to stiffen even more against her naked ass as I admired her body. My secret slut looked so fucking gorgeous, laying there like that. Thoroughly impregnated. I was helpless as I hardened fully. I hadn’t had her in so long and last night’s fuck wasn’t enough, not nearly enough to satisfy me.
I started rationalizing with myself, like it was maybe 5am – no way my parents could be up that early, right? Right? The thought process became increasingly lost to lust as I felt myself trying to fit inside Maria anyway, the head of my huge dick probing, beastlike, trying to find the entrance to its mate's female cunt. My dick strained and pushed persistently at her ass, finally finding her hairy pussy, still moist with the barely-dried juices from a few hours before.
The precum I’d started drooling did the rest and I let out a long groan and slowly pushed my hips forward, easing the tumescent morning wood of my horse cock into her pussy.
I felt Maria's pregnant cunt stretch and widen, yielding fleshily to my big cockhead inside her. Her pussy felt even hotter and tighter than last night. It was like her body had gotten used to my absence, and she needed me inside her. To be filled. To be serviced.
Maria stirred, moaning softly as she woke up. "Mmmph...nnghhh...what..." she breathed. Her eyes flew open as she realized that I was still here. And inside her.
"Carl! What you doing!?" She tried to decouple from me, but my dick was buried deep and her belly was so big and heavy now that it made it hard for her to move. "You need...unff...GO! NEED...nngh...LEAVE!" she hissed through her teeth.
"C’mon please," I grunted, pulling out a little and then bucking my hips forward, my big, toned white chest pressed against her back.
"You like dog, you like animal!" our maid accused me with a glare, trying to squirm away. "Sir-maadam find us!!"
"Shh...it's alright," I whispered, murmuring against Maria’s nape as I pushed myself fully inside her, my arms wrapping around her svelte body to gently cup and fondle her round, gravid abdomen. I could feel my unborn children shifting and kicking within her as they woke up, undulating the skin under my palm as I stroked it lovingly over the curve of her brown, pregnant dome. Letting them know their teenage father was here. "Shhh...I'll leave. But I need this first..." I breathed.
"Hhhaaaaaauunnnghhh," Maria whined, a shudder going through her body. She arched her back and closed her eyes, her pussy gripping me so tight. I groaned and started thrusting, slow at first.
"Nnnghhhhh! Oh Gottttt!" Maria hissed.
I picked up the pace and started to rut her in earnest. Our babies were restless beneath Maria's hot brown skin, rippling and bulging it out so sexily, so grotesquely. Kicking hard.
"Nnn..." Maria whined, her hand coming to her belly, sliding over my own and lacing our fingers together, trying to quiet our young as we fucked. She murmured something to them in sweet, cooing Tagalog.
Her walls gripped me, sucking me in more deeply, her motherly body betraying her desire as her words trailed into womanly grunts.
I started thrusting, pumping her full of my huge white cock. My swollen balls were still backed up with days of unused adolescent jizz, so heavy, slapping and banging against her brown, hairy Pinay pussy lips.
"NnnnNNN!" Maria mewled softly, her eyes squeezing shut as I fucked her, my pelvis clapping and slapping against her ass. The bed creaked with the motion. "CaaRRRL!" She bit her lip, her voice hitching, whimpering as she tried to fight her orgasm. She gripped my arm, hard. Her pregnant pussy quivered and gushed wetly, her cunt sucking and milking my cock with such a desperate, needy grip.
"Haaaunnnnnnnggggghhh!" Maria cried out in a low moan, biting her pillow and thrashing, her big pregnant belly wobbling and heaving with her. "Busog na busog ako! NnnNNGHH!" she gasped. Milk began to leak in little spurts from her fat teats, staining her shirt and dripping down her bloated stomach.
I kept pounding her, thrusting, fucking her pregnant pussy. It was so good. So warm. So wet. So tight. Maria’s belly was so big and round, laying there sideways on the bed, so vulgar in its fleshy, globular enormity, wobbling and swaying from my brutal, bestial fucking. I was like an animal in heat, rutting her, fucking her.
I felt the pressure building in my balls. "Nnnngggghhhh," I strained, thrusting faster, harder, deeper.
I grunted over and over, burying my huge cock inside her tight cunt, feeling her pregnant belly press against my abdomen. My balls were so heavy and swollen, so full. I felt her furry cunt gush and squirt as she came, pregnant pussy gripping me, squeezing out another load.
"Oh, fuck," I gasped, gritting my teeth, absolutely flooding her with pulse after pulse of cum.
When I was done, we were both sweating and panting. I kissed her throat, her cheek, and tried to go for her lips but she just glared. She was really annoyed that I wasn't being careful.
“Ttttkkk,” Maria clucked at me, putting a hand on my strong chest to softly but insistently push me off, wincing as her pussy lips stretched and gaped, spilling out so much seed as I popped free.
"Shit, Maria. It felt so fucking good, though," I replied, going in for another kiss.
She met my lips with a tight frown, crossing her arms under her big, pregnant tits as she grunted and hefted her belly to sit upright. Her shirt was soaked with milk and sweat, her hair matted tangle. A well-fucked, irritable, sexy little mess.
"Okay, okay, okay," I said, putting my hands up. "I'm sorry."
"Now you done! You GO!" Maria hissed at me, glaring, her eyes narrow and her eyebrows knitted. "It mor-ning, Carl! If Sir-Maadam find us, we in big, big trouble!"
I felt real bad as I pulled back on my Track shirt and hunted around for my boxers. I froze when I heard my mother's voice from the dining room.
"...Marieeeaaah?"
"Maria!?? I want my morning coffee, Maria, where are you?"
Holy fucking SHIT Mother was up early.
"GO!" Maria whispered frantically, eyes wide and terrified. "GO!"
I shook my head, wearing a similar expression. She'd definitely see me if I left now.
There were some demanding raps on Maria's door. "Maria? Are you still in bed? I want a Café au Lait Brûlée. The damn aircon isn't working and I couldn’t sleep. Use your Thai and call someone to fix it!"
Fucking unbelievable.
"Yes, Maadam," Maria replied, her voice strained. "Moment, please!"
I hoped to god that Mom couldn't smell the reeking sex through the door. I heard her sigh and then walk away.
"You go now!" Maria hissed, gesturing angrily at me.
"Shit," I whispered, my heart beating hard. "Okay, okay, calm down."
I turned back to Maria, who was wiping the mess of cum and juices from her hairy, well-stretched cunt with the bedding, but my seed just kept oozing out. Eventually she gave up and just pulled her panties back into place with a frown, letting them soak. Maria looked miserable as she stripped her top to put on her usual polo uniform and shorts, her milk-swollen tits swinging, round belly jiggling ponderously as she tried to hurry. Our housekeeper grunted as she pulled her hair into her usual work topknot.
I found my boxers and put them back on, then my shorts before I went to her door and quietly unlocked it, opening it just a crack and peeking out. My mother was probably in the living room, languishing as usual. I didn't see her in the kitchen.
"You GO!" Maria repeated in an angry hiss, pointing.
I nodded, then turned and gave her a quick kiss. She was so hot, pregnant and angry, standing there, her big, long nipples pushing against the polo stiffly. My dick started to harden again as I lingered, shaft and glans a thick, vulgar outline in my sports shorts. Maria stared at my cock in disbelief, then up at my face and back down as it tented and gave it a good, hard smack.
"Oww!" I gasped, shrinking back and putting my hand over my dick protectively. “What was that for??”
"That for be so bad!" Maria hissed, putting her hands on her wide hips. "You dick too like animal!" She raised her hand like she was going to hit me again.
"Okay, okay! Damn, Maria. Shit," I groused.
I turned and carefully opened the door, peering out. The coast seemed clear. Just needed to get back up to my room without Mother noticing. Or make up some dumbass excuse if she did and hope she didn’t notice that I reeked of Filipina pussy and cum.
As I made my escape, I saw Maria watching me from the door with a still-annoyed but loving expression.
I made it back to the safety of my room and flopped onto the mattress on my back, folding my hands behind my head. It was really good to be home. I was still horny though, mostly from the perverse thrill of almost getting caught. I felt bad that Maria was pissed, but the feeling of that sick high made me rock hard again, just like it always had when I’d fucked around in the early days of her pregnancy – stealing kisses, squeezing her ass; groping her pussy and fingering her in the halls. But we’d never gotten this close to being discovered.
I contemplated feigning illness so I could stay home and just fuck Maria all day to find my sexual equilibrium again, but who knew if Mother would be haunting the house today, as she did more and more frequently. I lay there trying to rest, drifting in and out of sleep until my own alarm got me up and into the shower.
I was grateful to wash off the travel grime and dried love juices encrusted on my shaft, pubes, thighs and abs. I looked down at my big semi-hard cock and sighed. I considered pounding one out in the shower just so I could go through the school day with my dick mostly tamed, but after I pumped it a few times with soap for lube, it wasn’t doing it for me. I’d just have to monk it, you know, like Shaolin, Kung-Fu tranquil thoughts and shit. Or at least baggier pants to hide my fucking boner.
I got into my black Panthers polo and some tan cargo pants, along with my Airwalks, Walkman headset around my neck. I wished like hell that this wasn’t Monday and I didn’t have to drag my ass to school after IASAS as I trudged down the stairs.
In the dining room, my parents were at the breakfast table again, facing off like two hateful, ideologically opposed superpowers in absolute silence.
“Hey Champ,” Dad said, deep in his newspaper again. “How was practice?”
“Championship,” I corrected him, checking around for Maria. My mother was staring off into space, sipping her coffee, either deep in thought or gripped by another bout of paranoid schizophrenia.
“I won the 100 meter,” I said proudly, lifting the medal I held down at my side, “Got silver in the 200.”
That actually got my father to lower his Bangkok Post and my mom to snap out of her morning psychosis. “Oh, well, isn’t that something!” Mother smiled, a rare, warm thing. “Very well done, Carl, I’m sure the Foundation mothers will love to hear about this.”
“Y’know, I was quite the swimmer back when I was your age,” Dad mused, holding out his hand to inspect the gold disk. “Had a race car body like you too. I won the city, all the way up to the state level, and I got so many trophies that Pop-Pop –”
“–that Pop-Pop turned all your trophies into lamps, yeah you told me,” I finished for him, unhappy that Dad had to make this into something all about him, as usual. I took the medal back and put it away with a dejected frown.
My mother, unable to control her Machiavellian instincts, brusquely pushed my father’s folksy commentary aside and launched into another avenue of meddling in my future: the possibility of a sports scholarship offsetting my vastly improved but still less-than-stellar GPA. I weathered her incessant scheming as I hunched over and tried to eat my breakfast.
“Ruth, just give it a rest,” Dad eventually sighed from behind his paper. “It’s not like he’s ever going to be an Olympic sprinter, dear.”
“And you would know that how?” Mother spat back at him, less defending me than attacking him for interfering. “Don’t be bitter because of the tendinitis that ended your swimming dreams and transformed you into the bloviating, corpulent philanderer you are today!”
“Are you drunk again, Ruth?" Dad began, anger creeping into his voice. "Are you –”
As the two of them started to shout at each other, I numbly secured my earphones over my skull and thumbed my Walkman’s volume to drown out their latest fight.
‘…Day after day (Your home life's a wreck)
The powers that be just breathe down your neck
You get no respect (You get no relief)
You gotta speak up and yell out your piece…’
I didn’t eat much as my parents screamed at each other across the table, silently excusing myself to retreat into the kitchen as their marital disintegration reached fever pitch. Maria was there, bustling around the kitchen. She'd since changed into a pale yellow maternity dress and a floral-patterned apron, probably after serving my mother at the crack of dawn. Her long black hair was still managed into that Pinay housekeeper topknot. I pulled down my earphones and stopped the track as I stood there watching her. She was humming some melodic tune I didn’t know to our offspring. Maria didn't notice me at first, sauntering around in slippers with her large belly protruding against the apron, a hand resting atop. The mid-thigh length dress had a scoop neck, accentuating her full, milk-filled Asian breasts and her long, slender brown neck. Her skin was so rich, like brown coffee creamer.
And fuuuuck her belly looked so fucking big and lewd as she waddled. So obscene. So gravid and distended under that apron, like a true rural Asian wife.
I felt my cock starting to thicken.
Maria was moving a lot slower now, more deliberately as she transferred dirty dishes to the sink. Her swollen pregnancy was pressing down against the counter and stretching out the apron, so big and round and bloated. Her back turned to me as she cleaned the dishes, I stared at the vague impression of her tight little Filipina bubble butt under the dress. My dick started throbbing to full hardness at the sight of her tantalizingly expecting body.
I couldn't stand it anymore. Temporary insanity blanked out my better judgment as my stupid, insatiable lizard brain asserted control and my basest instincts took over. I stalked up to Maria and, like the first time, ground my big white cock insistently into her ass, my hands firm and dominant on her hips.
"Carl!" she gasped, trying to twist away, but I was far too strong and she was way too pregnant. Her resistance turned into a quiet squirm. My parents were right in the next room, still fighting. Maria was terrified.
"Please, noo...please, Carl," she whined softly. “Tonight! Tonight!”
"Nnnghhhh," I grunted, grinding harder; deeper – the friction against my long shaft and cockhead so delicious.
"Ahhh, no...Carl...!" my Mare hissed, “...not NOW!”
My parents were still screaming in the dining room, drowning out my heavy breathing and her soft protests. I started hiking up her dress from the back as I pinned her against the kitchen counter. Plates clattered as she braced herself on her hands and elbows.
"Oh, no..." she whispered, closing her eyes, biting her lip, "No, no, nouuuuuu..."
I reached under my mare’s dress and roughly felt the soaked crotch of her panties covering her engorged sex. I yanked them down and worked my belt buckle and fly with one hand, the other holding her firm. I felt that crazy thrill again of being on the knife’s edge of being caught. My world was so unreal and fucked up – my parents relationship imploding, me impregnating our housekeeper and falling in love with her. This was the only thing that made me happy, that made sense.
Maria gasped as I roughly spread her legs apart to accommodate me with my knees and penetrated the wetness of her hairy, needy Asian cunt with the throbbing mushroom head of my huge white shaft.
"NnnnnNNN!" Maria let out a strangled moan, trying to be quiet, her eyes watering as she looked back at me helplessly, like I was about to ruin everything. "Ahhhh, Carl...please..."
I panted in her ear as I leaned in. “Just a lil’ bit Maria…just be quiet…”
"Noooo..." Maria shook her head, her mouth open, whimpering softly as I fed my huge, white, teenage cock deeper into her pregnant Filipina pussy. Her ass was so smooth and tight, her hips flared out perfectly from her petite body to support her gravid womb.
"Carl, no, no, no...ahhh...not here..." Maria whispered, "Not here, please..."
"Mmm," I groaned, grabbing her hips firmly and pumping her pussy. Her 6-month pregnant belly wobbled deliciously from the motion, the dress hiking up over her ass, panties around her thighs, her big, round tits straining with her long, thick nipples digging against the fabric.
"Carl, stop...nnnNNNgh!" she mewled. "Please, stooop...you need stoooohhhp…!" she begged.
"Nnnnnnnnnghhh," I growled, pumping her hard, fucking her. I was already getting close. The danger of being caught, the insanity of doing it with my parents fighting just outside the kitchen, it was such wicked, filthy pleasure.
I heard glass break in the other room as the fight between my parents intensified.
"Haaa...aaahhh...hnnnngh!" she groaned and squirmed, body trembling, bump heaving as it pressed and rubbed up against the counter. She rolled her head back, gritting her teeth as she tried to stay quiet amidst all the pleasure I was giving her. I reached to the neckline of her dress and pulled it down with a tearing sound of fabric at the seams to let her right breast free. It flopped out full and engorged, dark brown teat stiff and fat, dripping milk onto the dishes in the sink, the countertop, and the apron covering her bump as it swayed. I reached under her and groped her full tit, squeezing her breast and nipple to spurt out more of the creamy liquid as I pounded her from behind.
"Ohhh...nnnNNGH! CARL!!" Maria wailed softly, biting her lip to keep from screaming, her eyes squeezed shut. She started panting, her pussy quivering as I continued to fuck her. Her pregnant, Filipina cunt was so tight and hot. "Unnngh, fuck!" I snarled, pushing her down on the counter, pinning her, pounding her as I mauled her milky brown breast. Her furry mare pussy clenched around me as she orgasmed hard, her leaking tits swaying, glossy black hair starting to come out of her tied-up knot.
I groaned and came like a geyser inside her, like a fucking racehorse. We leaned there heavily against each other, panting, the sound of our harsh breathing filling the air. Maria's pregnant belly was pressed into the countertop, the hem of her dress still up over her wide hips, her soaked, cum-dripping pussy exposed, panties tangled around her thighs. My cock was still embedded deep inside her, pulsing now and again as she weakly spasmed around my huge length.
I could hear my parents finally winding down. Sanity prevailed as the heavy fog of desire cleared and I quickly pulled out with a gush of seed.
Maria let out a deep sigh and started to straighten her dress, putting her hanging, naked breast back inside and shimmying up her panties. Her eyes were distant, gaze lowered as I pulled up my pants and stuffed myself back in. My Filipina slut looked exhausted and beaten down, but still so hot, so pregnant, so full of my seed. Her left breast had a wet spot where she’d lactated through her dress, sweat beaded on her brow and cheeks. Our maid stared at me with hot eyes brimming of shame, even betrayal, along with the undeniable heat of quiet, simmering desire.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I murmured, realizing I’d just been a fucking asshole to her. “I really can’t help it…I just missed you so bad…”
Maria frowned deeply, her face flushed, her breath hot. She glared at me with conflicting emotion, her whisper a sharp edge. “You no do again, you pro-mise?”
“Yeah, I promise,” I winced quietly. “Please don’t be mad.”
Maria frowned even more. She was clearly pissed, way more than earlier, but she somehow still loved me, even if I had betrayed her trust by fucking her so brazenly, so brutally.
“You a man, my man but sometime you still like boy. Kailangan mong lumaki, ah?”
"I know," I said, my face burning, voice low.
"Carl, you go now. Go school."
She leaned in close and gave me a kiss, a passionate one, full of tongue. I eagerly reciprocated, loving the feel of her big, hard belly pressing into me.
“MARIA!” my mother called shrilly, her voice traveling. “Maria are you deaf? I need you to get your disgusting pregnant ass out here and help clean up this glass before I step on it!”
My mother stormed into the kitchen just a few seconds after we wrenched away from one another. Mom's eyes were wild, hair mussed, face still red. "What is taking you so long?" she snapped at Maria.
Maria glanced at me, then down at the floor. "Moment, Madaam. Sorry, moment."
Mother gave us a strange, lingering look for a few long, uncomfortable seconds, but then moved on from whatever thought process she had with an insistent huff.
“Well, hurry up!” she said through her teeth. “And you, stupid boy, go to school.”
I nodded detachedly. My mother stormed off and our housekeeper went to fetch the broom and dustpan, waddling a little bowlegged from our risky fuck. She kissed my cheek before she followed in her employer’s wake, stiffening at the threshold to the door as a thick trickle of cum oozed down her inner thigh and down the side of her calf.
I put my earphones back on and went to grab my backpack. Ready to ride the Barge of the Dead and rejoin all the other lost souls at my preppy-ass international high school.
‘…So back off your rules, back off the jive
'Cause I'm sick of not living to stay alive
Leave me alone, askin' a lot
I don't wanna be controlled
That’s all I waaant
That’s all I waaaaaaaaant
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya!’
****
As the oppressive heat and suffocating humidity of the depths of the dry season rolled in, the only relief in sight was Songkran, the crazy-ass Thai water festival. Maria was well into the 6th month of her pregnancy when school was let out for the April holiday. Mother, thankfully, went on a wellness retreat to Chiang Mai with the other Foundation members. Dad was erratic, gone all day for work, usually staying at the office late. He’d come back home for dinner after I'd already finished or not at all.
I felt like I could finally breathe now that I was free to be with Maria again. On the first day of the break, we escaped the terrible heat and into the thronged masses celebrating in the streets with Super Soakers, buckets, hoses, and anything else that could hold water – drenching each other with joyous abandon. We arrived at the edge of Silom Road on a Tuk Tuk, where the thoroughfare was closed to traffic. The road was jam packed with colorful Thai revelers; old, sun-baked asphalt absolutely drenched underfoot. The inescapable Ram Wong Wan Songkran blasted from somewhere, a lively, bizarre melody with a blend of traditional piping Thai instruments and modern pop.
num saao chaao-baan berk-baan jai gan jing eoi
dtawn-chaao tam bun, tum-bun dtak baad
Suk jai nai took krao krao…”
Armed with a big plastic CPS 2000, I was ready to battle in my aviator sunglasses, swimming trunks, Tupac Stop the Violence tank top, and flip flops. Maria had on my New York Knicks jersey top that pulled tight over her pregnant bump and breasts but still went down past her cute ass and black swimsuit bottom like a dress. She had her hair pulled back into a pair of braids under a black baseball cap, holding a little bo sang parasol I borrowed from my mother’s closet.
As soon as we got out of the Tuk Tuk, we were accosted by a trio of boisterous older Thai women in cheap, colorful chut thai sarongs, cackling with holiday glee as they smeared white powdery din sor pong paste over our cheeks and foreheads.
“Sawadee Pee Mai!” they chorused.
Maria, being heavily pregnant, had this invisible shield around her – getting expectant mothers wet, along with monks and babies was strictly forbidden. My farang ass was fair game though, so I jumped into the fray while Maria watched from the sidelines, laughing and giggling, her hand petting her belly. The festival had this visceral carnival atmosphere where people were laughing, singing and dancing, all while water was being thrown and sprayed everywhere. I got totally drenched, but it was a relief in the heat that beat down incessantly over our heads. It was so colorful and crazy. So vibrant and strange and alive.
After I’d had my fill I was sopping wet. We headed down the road a bit, stopping at the edge of the covered stalls where we found a spot to watch. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of people filling Silom Road with chaos. It was a joyfully post-apocalyptic National Geographic-style acid trip. Aqua’s ubiquitous “Barbie Girl” was thumping while a couple of crazy motherfuckers were doing a water battle with hoses that they’d hooked up to fire hydrants, making the crowd scream in delight.
Maria was beaming, her cheeks flushed, tan Pinay skin radiant as she lightly perspired and sipped from an ice-cold plastic baggie filled with Fanta.
"This rocks!" I laughed, wringing out my shirt. "I can't believe I never did this down here before."
"Thai love party, ah?" Maria smiled. "Even Buddha! Water festival is for all Thai people have fun and be happy, for poor people, too."
I bought us some ice cream and we watched the spectacle. Magnums, of course. I loved that rich Belgian chocolate and vanilla not just because it was so good, but because it was the most easily identifiable ice cream they sold besides the cornettos. There were some seriously weird frozen treats in those refrigerated chests, like Potong sweet corn ice popsicles and the freaking durian ones.
The crowd suddenly started clapping, a beat picking up. Through the throng, a massive group of drummers emerged, dressed in traditional pha nung and pounding their skins to the same rhythm, making their way through the sea of people who were chanting and cheering. Maria linked her fingers with mine as we watched and enjoyed our ice cream. I felt a sudden rush of pride to have this beautiful, pregnant Asian woman standing by my side, a white kid with his sexy brown lover. It made me feel strong and confident out in public. Way different than the worthless loser I felt like before I hooked up with Maria.
After the parade of drums was done, we started walking. The streets were packed, so it was slow going; it stank of body odor, sweat, and water vapor. My wife had to follow in my wake as I made a path so no one bumped into her. At a busy food stall, I bought some sweet sticky rice and mangoes for my Filipina, which she happily ate while I went for some juicy chicken satay skewers.
Maria wanted to go to the Silom temple for a blessing, for us and our children. While Christian, she explained that she believed in the spirits, good and bad. That’s why she kept our villa’s spirit house clean with fresh offerings and gave the monks rice when they came around the compound to beg. Fiercely Catholic or no, Maria wanted our babies to have good luck.
The wat was a bustling, frenzied affair, its courtyard floor covered in water, incense burning in every corner. Monks were leading chants and rituals. Local Thais were everywhere offering wai and prayers, giving donations and receiving blessings – it was seriously packed. The pungent tang of incense filled the air, smoking in coils rising from hundreds of joss sticks. A massive golden statue of Buddha within the wat gazed out from its cloistered splendor with an impassive smile.
Maria found a quieter corner in the temple courtyard where a small shrine was adorned with marigold garlands and bowls filled with clear, scented water. I stood nearby, watching while she knelt.
Soon, a group of venerable monks in faded orange and brown robes, faces creased and serene, gathered around the shrine. They chanted sonorous prayers, their deep, droning voices resonating across the courtyard. The head monk dipped a fragrant sprig of jasmine into the bowl of blessed water and began to sprinkle it over a gold leaf Buddha image.
The holy man doused the sprig again and gently sprinkled the holy water over Maria's head and then onto her rounded belly. She closed her eyes, hands clasped in a high wai, a contented smile on her dark lips. The old monk intoned a calming blessing as he worked. It was crazy spiritual moment, like all the other people faded into background noise. Even I felt a little moved.
When it was over, we made our way to the front gate of the wat. More monks were outside, sitting cross-legged on a red bamboo mat. Each had a large brass bowl in front of them. As people passed by, they offered wai, coins, or food and placed them in the bowl.
"What should I give these guys?" I asked Maria out of the corner of my mouth.
"Rice," Maria murmured back, her hand on my arm. "Money good too. Very good."
We took our place behind the line of supplicants. When it was our turn, Maria bowed her head and offered a wai. I followed suit and put a 500 Baht note in the bowl – like 20 bucks or something. It was by far the biggest amount there. The monks inclined their heads and gave thanks.
"You father soon?" One of the sitting monks smiled at me in thickly-accented English. His eyes twinkled behind his pair of spectacles. "Boy or girl?"
"Boy and girl," I replied, lightly patting my Filipina's gravid belly. "Two."
He smiled, nodding sagely. "Good! They be very healthy."
"Khaawp khun kaa," Maria grinned.
The monk smiled wider at her, eyes crinkling. "Be careful," he chuckled, "You full. Be careful not to drop them!"
Maria covered her mouth to laugh as the monk offered us another wai. We walked out hand in hand and made our way back through the Songkran mob.
"That was nice, huh?" I smiled.
Maria nodded, her pretty Pinay face beaming, almond-shaped eyes bright. "Yes, so nice, feel good."
As we drifted through the thinning crowds, people kept staring at us, but Maria didn't seem to care. We stopped at a bar to get drinks and find refuge from the unrelenting Bangkok sun.
"How’re the babies?" I asked.
"We babies fine, no problem," Maria smiled, touching her belly. “Like monk say, healthy, happy inside.”
We drank some Singha and shared a bowl of crunchy bar peanuts. I was starting to get a buzz after my second bottle.
"Let's have a lot of sex when we get home," I grinned goofily.
Maria's mouth curved up at the edges.
"You are so bad boy," she smiled, tsking me.
Afterwards, we rode back home in a Tuk Tuk, holding on tight as it shook and swerved, listening to the thumping local music playing from the driver’s radio. I hugged my mare with my arm around her, enjoying our closeness despite me still being mostly damp and her all sweaty.
"I can't wait to get home and fuck you," I whispered.
Maria turned to look at me, a mischievous smile on her lips. "Me so happy you still wan do that with me, no think I fat," she purred.
"Of course not," I grinned lowly. "You’re so fuckin’ sexy all pregnant like this. I just wanna fuck you all the time."
Maria leaned over and kissed me, her tongue flicking into my mouth, body pressing into mine.
"That what I want," she murmured against my lips. “Carl Daddy big diick fuck me so good, make more tisoy baby in me…buntisin mo ulit ako...”
I groaned quietly, kissing her back as I hardened in my trunks against her pregnant bump. “Mnnh…you keep talking like that and I’m gonna blow right here.”
"You no come in Tuk-Tuk!" Maria scolded playfully, her hand sliding between her belly and my bulge to give it a rough squeeze.
****
We got back to our villa in one piece. Maria peeled her damp clothes off and put them aside, wearing only her bra and swim bottom, and those came off quick too. Then it was just my platinum chain around her neck, my platinum cross nestled between her fat, ripened teats. She was so fucking hot with that protruding gravid bump on her slender brown Filipina frame; it turned me on even more that her dark nipples had gotten even bigger and longer since she’d started making milk. Her exotic, lithe little body had been made so obscenely erotic by my seed. My mare waddled into the living room, looking back at me with a come-hither stare and wag of her ass. I followed as she laid back on the sofa in our living room, her legs spreading with her pregnant belly sticking out like a huge round shelf with its big popped-out navel, hairy Asian cunt already glistening.
I pulled my clothes off and dove right in, burying my face in her furry brown pussy and eating her out while she shrieked in giddy lust. "Aiee! OOoo…Carrrrlll…kainin mo ako!”
I lapped at her clit and swollen lips, knowing exactly how she wanted to be pleasured. I loved her taste at this point, pushing my tongue inside to savor her strong, feminine musk. I got her good and wet, setting her off quaking in a string of tiny, slutty orgasms. A big one set her squirting with a squeal of joy all over my chin and the suede beneath her writhing, pregnant ass. I drew back, wiping my mouth with a forearm as I looked down at her, catching my breath. My big cock throbbed in time with the pound in my chest. Both of us were starting to perspire.
Maria reached up, grabbing my long, hard shaft at the base to pull it towards her, pressing it into the mouth of her slippery, faintly throbbing cunt.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck you mare," she whined. "Fuck you wife."
I growled as I ground my knees into the couch on either side of her, grabbing the tight globe of Maria’s pregnant belly while I slowly sank my dick deep inside her dripping Asian pussy. I groaned out in pleasure as I penetrated her, feeling her slick heat, tight surround my cock, her furry cunt welcoming me back as I stretched her open. I loved how much bigger and hairier her pussy had gotten since I knocked her up, like it had changed to accomodate me and my lusts. It was so fucking lewd, so primal, like our animal desires had imprinted themselves into her pulsing sex.
"Oh yes, my Carl, so gooood," Maria gasped, her hands moving to her swollen tits and massaging them, hard brown nipples leaking a thin stream of milk. She started crying out hoarsely as I rutted her.
"I love your pregnant body," I groaned, holding her big wobbling bump and using it for leverage as I thrust into her. "It's so..nff! Good..."
Maria moaned in Tagalog, her pussy clutching me tight as I pounded her, the room filled with the wet slaps and squelches and the rising smell of our mating. “Mmnnh…mas mahirap, mas mahirap! Harder, m-my husband," Maria begged urging me on, her face flushed, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. "Auuuhaaaaannn!"
“You’re such…a..hot…fucking slut,” I groaned, slamming into her harder and harder, the sofa squeaking and rocking with our rutting. Her gravid belly heaved and swayed lewdly with each shuddering thrust.
"Oohhh ye-eees," Maria whimpered, her pussy rippling and clenching as she trembled and shook with pleasure. I reached down to squeeze a plump breast, causing a fresh gush of milk to spray over the expanse of her swollen brown flesh and the fabric of the couch. Maria arched her back and writhed, small body bucking as I fucked her as hard as I could.
Maria whined deliriously, her face slack, tongue lolling out. Her belly was slick and shining with sweat and spatters of milk from her engorged Pinay breasts.
"A-aaahhh Daddy…" Maria cried, her hips jerking, body convulsing with orgasm after orgasm, so unbelievably sensitive in her pregnancy. "I-I cum-ming more...more!"
"Take it," I growled, ramming into her, feeling the pressure rising inside me, my young cum boiling up in my balls. "Fff-uck," I gasped, my orgasm rushing over me.
"Papunta na akoooaauuuunnh…" Maria moaned, her hands sliding up to clutch her full tits, pinching her dark nipples and squirting even more broodmare milk over the hill of her belly.
I threw back my head and ground my big white dick deep inside her, as deep as I could go, my cum erupting in long, thick jets that splashed over her cervix and filled her cunt to the brim.
Maria was nearly passed out from exertion and pleasure when I subsided, panting there between her long, slinky legs.
"I love you, Carl," she murmured up at me, staring at me with her beautiful dark almond-shaped eyes.
"...Love you too, Maria," I managed, before I curled up with her. I lay my cheek on her sweaty, milk-stained belly, gently rising and falling with her breath. My fingers glided over the soft caramel skin of her abdomen, the tight entrance of her cunt still stretched in a warm, pleasant sheathe around my dick.
"You're so beautiful," I sighed happily, catching my breath.
"No, no," Maria demurred with quiet embarrassment, placing a hand on her glistening belly. "You see? I like lady cow now, so preg-nant, too much milk..."
"Nah," I said, lifting my head and meeting her eyes. "I mean, you're growing our kids, but you're still so sexy, Maria. Like, even sexier,” I encouraged her. “Your body is perfect. I love it."
She looked up at me and smiled, tears brimming in her eyes. Probably hormones or something. "You are so good husband," Maria sniffled, smiling.
"Nah," I shrugged a shouler, feeling a little awkward, "just tryin' to be a good guy. I'm sorry if I get a little...crazy sometimes."
Maria smirked, patting my head as the emotion passed. "You better now, much better."
She pushed herself up and leaned over to kiss me, shining crucifix clinking as the hot, taut flesh of her swollen, perspiring belly and leaking tits pressed against me. She smelled strongly of musk and the sweetness of her breastmilk.
"My Carl so horny," she giggled, "and so sexy, so good. Beeg white horse-diick boy."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and ground herself against me.
"Now we again, please?" she asked in a husky voice.
I leaned in and kissed her, gently easing her back and holding her as we made out. I gently rolled my hips, feeling myself stirring inside her.
Maria's smile faded, replaced with a look of lusty pleasure as I slowly began fucking her again. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed.
I grunted, holding her pregnant belly as I thrust up into her slowly, savoring her hot, slippery pussy. I fucked her harder but not too deep as I hardened fully again, loving the sight of her heavy, pregnant belly quivering and the slick sheen of sweat on her dark skin.
"Carl..." she whined, her hands clutching my shoulders. "So...good, ah, ahn, aaunnhhh...kantot kantot!"
"Unnghh..." I groaned, burying my face between her breasts, kissing her brown flesh, suckling on a fat dusky nipple, tasting her creamy milk as my tongue lapped it up.
"Yes," she sighed, her fingers gripping my hair. "Yes, drink, take me…haah…take, my husbaand..."
I groaned, pumping into Maria faster, our bodies slapping together wetly. Her bump was rolling, her breath coming in panting gasps. I dripped perspiration onto her skin as my muscles strained to rut. Her pussy was squeezing me, massaging me with her weak little orgasms as she tried to suck whatever cum I had left up into her. I could barely tell where I ended and she began, my pale skin and her brown tones so melded together in a drenched, heaving, fucking press of hot flesh.
"I'm gonna cum," I moaned, ramming into her, "I'm gonna fill you up again."
"Yes," Maria hissed, her hips grinding against mine. "Give to us, Carl Daddy!"
"Uunh," I groaned, my balls tightening as I pushed into her, burying my cock as deep as it would go, pumping her full of my semen.
"Aauuunnhh," Maria moaned, her voice a high-pitched squeal. "S-so good, a-aaauuuuunnnnh...Kaya mabuti…"
She shuddered, her thighs clamping around me, belly shaking. Her eyes were rolled back, mouth agape. She looked like she was about to pass out. My maid’s big mound moved obscenely as our children were roused by our fucking, squirming around and kicking, making her stretched tan skin undulate and ripple in this alien, grotesquely erotic way. Maria scolded them quietly in Tagalog, lids lowered as she cupped the underside of her abdomen, panting and sweating into the couch.
“Nn-nn! Shh, shh...kailangan mahalin ni mommy at daddy ang isa't isa, mga bata.”
I looked down at my well-fucked mare. She was such a sexy mess, skin glistening with sweat, milk and cum. Her hair was drenched, and there was a thick, widening stain in the custard-collared suede fabric under us.
I realized we'd just soaked Mother's favorite lounger. I wasn’t even thinking. Should've used a towel or something, shit.
"Carl?" Maria murmured.
"Yeah?"
"Shower now, okay?" she said, looking down at herself and the mess we'd made. I nodded and gently pulled out with a wet squelch. Maria made a little mewl as she cupped her furry mare pussy and tried to keep my cum from soaking into the cushions.
"I'll help you clean up later," I promised. She let out a surprised shriek that quickly turned into a purr as I gently scooped her up in my strong arms, cradling her against my sweaty chest. She was heavier than before, sure, but Maria was a small girl and my big toned teen body was strong as hell. Like I was carrying her over the threshold or something, I took us naked through the first floor of our empty house to her bathroom. She clung to me tightly, large belly pressed heavily into my side, whispering tenderly for me to be careful. Her heady scent of cocoa butter, female sweat and sex filled my nostrils.
I gently lowered her feet down to the tiled floor. Maria leaned against me and held my arm possessively as I turned on the spray of the shower for us. She stepped forwards, letting the stream sluice over her pregnant belly, breasts and face, then through her long, inky black Pinay hair. I stood there watching.
"You no come in?" Maria asked, turning around with her fingers combing water through her matted hair.
I smirked and stepped forwards into the shower jet with her.
"I just like watchin' you, Maria," I said, bending down to kiss her lips and holding her close, hands sliding over her slippery brown curves, feeling the strange, sexy distance created between us by her large, firm mound pressed against my abs.
As we made out, our quiet moans were muffled by the rushing water, her body arching against me, hands clutching my sides. My mare broke from me as she felt my big cock harden yet again, straining to rise and point towards the ceiling between us. A hand on her widened hip, Maria smirked lustily, no longer surprised by my teenage stamina or insatiable appetite for her.
"Tkkk! You want more, husbaand?" she asked in a throaty whisper, reaching up to cup and lift her swollen brown breasts, fat dusky nipples hardening.
I groaned in affirmation. Maria grinned, reaching down to caressing my hard dick. She crouched down in a lewd squat to guide it to her mouth and suck me eagerly under the shower’s cascade. Her belly was so large and gravid in the way it hung out and filled the space between her legs, bulging with so much life and carnal fertility. As her head bobbed, her bump and big teats rocked with it, so unbelievably wanton a sight. Like one of those primitive fertility idols.
"Oh fuck, Maria," I moaned, "you're so fucking hot, so fucking slutty..."
She moaned quietly around my shaft, suckling my dick noisily from the filthy tiled floor, bobbing her head and taking me deeper as the shower sprayed around us, feeling so good as the sweat of our coupling was washed away. She looked primitive like this, so depraved. My Filipina came up for air with a gasp. “Aauh! Sarap mo…”
Maria grunted huskily, exotic almond-shaped eyes closing as she sucked me back in with her dark lips, her mouth so hot and slick, her tongue stroking the underside of my cock.
"Oh god," I gasped, the pleasure almost unbearable. "I'm gonna cum, SHIT!"
Maria kept sucking, her head bobbing faster, hand reaching to caress and fondle my big, full balls, coaxing out another thick, heavy load.
I clutched her wet hair and grunted, spurting my seed down her throat, her fingers digging into my ass as her gullet worked and swallowed as much of it as she could. She pulled away gasping, thick jizz dripping from her lips and chin onto her belly and the tiled floor, my milky white semen swirling down the drain. I staggered back to lean heavily against the wall, breathing hard. I finally felt somewhat spent.
"A-ahh," Maria gasped, swallowing. "So good, Carl Daddy, always have so much come for you-I babies," she said, standing up and kissing me, her salty, cum-stained tongue plunging into my mouth. I held her close, hands roaming her slick, curvaceous body. When we finally remembered we were there to get clean, I reached for the body wash and lathered my hands, slowly massaging the creamy bubbles into her breasts and pregnant belly.
Maria made a contented noise and rested her head against my chest. She murmured lazy affection as I carefully turned her around and slid my fingers between her firm ass cheeks, cleaning her tenderly. She shivered and sighed, pushing back against my hands as my fingers gently probed her holes, claiming her, washing her. I luxuriated in the feeling of my digits combing through her thick thatch of black pubic hair above her cunt lips. So female, so primal, like it belonged to a she-bitch born to rut. I loved it.
I finished cleaning her off and reached for the shampoo, pouring some in my hands and gently massaging her scalp, working up a nice lather. Maria's shoulders sagged and her body relaxed. It was a sweet thing, washing her; worshiping her. I'd never felt so close to another human being.
After we finished, dried off and changed, Maria brought out her bucket of cleaning supplies and the two of us washed out the evidence of our intense fuck from Mother's couch. Despite our best efforts, the big stains weren't going away.
"Ahh shit, I'm sorry, Maria," I apologized, as my heart sank, sitting back on the carpeted floor. Mother would blame her when she got back. She'd be pissed. "I should've used a towel or something. I'll tell her it was my fault..."
Maria shook her head and sat beside me.
"Is okay, Carl, we –" she began, wincing quietly as one of our kids gave her a kick. "Aiee, kumalma ka!" she chided down at her moving belly, giving it a terse pat along with a stern mother’s scowl. "Always you boy kicking, girl behave."
After they calmed down, she pursed her lips at the couch and nodded. "No worry. Have good way for this," she smiled. "You help, okay?" Together we flipped the cushion over to the other side and Maria set to buffing it with her suede brush. She stood back with her hands on her hips, looking self-satisfied. "She never know!"
"Hell yeah, that's my girl," I grinned, hugging her from the side. Why hadn’t I thought of that, with my fancy international AP education?
We ordered Pizza Hut, a Western delicacy for me. Sure, Maria could cook my favorites way better than takeout, but I wanted her to have a rest. We ate from the box in front of the TV, watching a VHS of one of my favorite 80s flicks, Krull – another attempt to expose my little Filipina wife to Western culture. She made a face as the claylike Slayer alien heads cracked open and the parasites within wormed into the earth with hideous squealing screams. James Horner’s completely over-the-top score did its best to carry the scene.
"This movie so dumb," Maria groused as she leaned against me with a lover's close familiarity, munching on a gooey, deliciously cheesy slice of pepperoni. "I wan watch Romeo Juliet."
"Are you kidding?” I gaped, gesturing at the screen where the green tights-clad protagonist dodged a cringey rockslide of what were clearly styrofoam boulders down a mountainside. “This movie IS about true love and shit! Like, take the fire from my hand?”
“Is just shit,” Maria said dryly, giving me a supremely nonplussed look. “Romeo Juliet. That real love.”
“If you don’t wanna watch this masterpiece, let’s watch Predator,” I sighed. “I'm the man, so I get to pick.” Maria rolled her eyes at that, shoving me playfully.
"You man, but I smar-ter," she smirked, a hand on the top of her stomach. “And I making you baby. So I get pick.”
I couldn't really argue with that. Might've been a time that I would have thought she was just some stupid fucking village girl, but I just didn't see her like that anymore.
Well, not stupid, anyway.
"I guess that's better than Jerry McGuire..." I sighed, relenting. I eased off the couch to go through our stack of newer black market VCDs right next to the VHSes.
"Jerry McGuire so good too!" Maria exclaimed. "SHOW ME MONEY!" she hollered, imitating Renee Zellweger's character, throwing her hands in the air.
"I shoulda never showed you that chick flick shit," I smiled some, despite myself.
I found the case and popped the disk into the player, then flopped back down beside Maria. She curled up against me again, sighing contentedly.
‘Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny.
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star cross’d lovers take their life…’
As the film played, I glanced at my lover tenderly, watching her react and smile at the screen, so innocent and childlike, even though she was all woman, even though she was having my babies.
When the end credits rolled, Maria was dozing against me. She'd slept through half of the movie but I didn't dare wake her. Now that it was over, I gently roused my Filipina with a kiss and a caress of her cheek. "Hey, c'mon. You want me to help you to bed?"
Maria made a sleepy noise, wrapping an arm around my neck. "No...you daddy back soon,” she croaked softly. “I need cook him something."
"It's okay," I reassured her. "We got more pizza left, he can have it. Besides, like, who knows when he'll come home. "You seriously want to wait up for him?"
She nodded. "Him good to me, keep my job, so I wait him."
"Let's wait for him together then," I relented. I let Maria wake up a bit more as I went to grab my Walkman and headphones so we'd have something to listen to.
I went with her outside into the still-muggy but now bearable night to sit on our porch. The darkened lawn of our villa was well-manicured with mango and sacred fig trees, a little koi pond and a tall stone pedestal where our spirit house sat – intricate wooden carvings that resembled a traditional Thai temple, fresh offerings still waiting for our household gods. The night was alive with city sounds and distant energy beyond the compound walls. Above us, an expanse of stars on the moonless evening, tinged with light pollution. Maria's fingers knitted with mine as we sat together in comfortable silence and I listened to Vincent’s mixtape.
I looked over at her after a while. "You want the headphones so you can hear the music? I got this song, like a super rare find from Vince, you gotta hear it. Radiohead during their Oslo tour in ‘95, they don't even have it on their album for some reason..."
I noted her blank expression. "Uh...sometimes I feel like it's our song," I said awkwardly, putting a hand to the back of my neck.
"Oh," Maria smiled, nodding. "Okay. I wan hear it."
"Awesome," I murmured as I queued up the cassette with an eager grin. "There we go..."
I lifted the Walkman headset from my neck and gave it to our housekeeper. She looked pretty cute wearing my headphones. I hit play and watched her, hoping she'd like it.
The bootleg recording was a hauntingly beautiful. Maria listened all the way through. It was a special song to me, but it brought her to tears.
"You okay?" I asked when it was done, concerned.
"Is pretty," Maria whispered, wiping her eyes. "Very pretty song. I think you right, it feel like you-me. But why so sad?"
I took her hand in mine, feeling the warm, smooth skin of her black-nailed fingers. "I don't know,” I answered honestly. “But I know I'm never gonna leave you," I promised, not thinking or knowing how that would even be possible. But meaning it in the moment anyway. "I love you."
Maria smiled, her dark almond-shaped eyes glittering.
After that, the song was ours on a real deep level. Whenever I listened to it when we were apart at school or the bus, or wherever, I thought of Maria.
My dad didn’t come back that night. When it got late, I lifted Maria up gently from the porch to her feet, her limbs wrapping her around my neck. I helped her to bed.
"You stay?" she asked lovingly up at me.
"Yeah," I nodded, getting in beside her and pulling her into my arms. "Just for a little while.”
Maria sighed happily and rested her head against my shoulder. I kissed her forehead and stroked her long, silky hair, feeling her breath gently on my skin.
"Can we have sex again?" I asked with a hopeful teenage horndog grin.
"Mmmm, okay, but gentle," Maria sighed helplessly. “My pussy little sore from couch time.”
"Sure," I nodded, leaning down and kissing her. I pushed her shirt up and gently eased her pants and panties off to let her lay back naked against the jumbled pink sheets.
Maria was already pretty wet somehow, either from the hormones coursing through her or just her proximity to her mate. I pulled my shorts down and slowly penetrated her with my hard, greedy white cock. My mare let out a quiet hiss as I filled her again. I felt myself twitch inside her, wanting to pound her, but I resisted. Instead I fucked her gently, kissing her, whispering to her.
"Carl," she gasped, eyes squeezed shut, her hands on my arms, legs wrapping around my waist. "Yes, yes, oh Carl, ahn, ahhh, ahnn..."
She moaned as I slowly, tenderly made love, my hands cradling her belly. My kids were moving around, responding to our mating, kicking and rolling inside her, their mother's pleasure exciting them. It was so weird, so hot.
Maria was biting her lip, her eyes glazed over, panting with exertion, her hair plastered to her head, skin already flushed and beaded with sweat.
"I'm gonna cum," I grunted.
"Yes, ahn, Carl, yes, fill me, pumasok ka sa loob kooooounnnnngghhh!"
As I cried out, Maria gasped, shuddering, her pussy squeezing me, drawing out my load as rope after rope splashed inside her. She let out a long, high-pitched moan as I filled her body for the fifth time that day, voice a thin, reedy, desperate whine. Her back arched and belly shook as she came hard, teeth clenched. My mare’s milk soaked through her bunched-up shirt.
I eased out of her with a wet squelch and rolled over, breathing hard. I was finally exhausted. My balls were aching after all the sex we'd had today and my young cock actually felt a little worn out. Maria sighed happily and curled up against me, her pregnant belly pressing into my side.
****
A few days later it was Friday and we were nearing the end of spring break. Mother would be back on Sunday. The ebb of the vacation made the dreamlike quality of the time we spent together slowly turn bittersweet. I was laying in my empty bed back in the dark of my room. It was half past 5 in the morning, before the sun came up to repeat the oppressive, tropical heat of a Bangkok day. This was the morning that the monks came to Riverside with their patra bowls to beg, and our maid always went to the gate to give them steaming alms, spooned from her rice basket. Maria’s absence in the space next to me was a quiet, lonely ache. I could still smell the allure of her sweat and hot skin and the pleasant, feminine scent of her long black hair. The faint musk of her hot little pussy.
I was stupid in love with her.
Alone, I felt the whisper of a familiar twist of cold, worming fear and persistent, slowly ratcheting anxiety – the terrible thought of not knowing what would happen to us. I think we’d both tried to slake it with sex and constant companionship, but our closeness made moments like this even more painful. Maria would give birth to the twins in a few months, if not sooner, like the obstetrician had warned us.
Maria had told me that she’d go back to the Philippines when she was 8 months pregnant, at the end of June, after I’d graduated. she wanted to give birth in her rural-ass village, at home with her parents. I couldn’t shake the awful feeling that I’d just lose her after that. Her and our kids.
I had to be smart about it; had to do something without exposing us and losing her anyway. So far we’d gotten by on dumb luck and quick thinking, but that wasn’t enough anymore, was it? How could I take her with me back to the US? I’d need to marry her for real, and get her a visa or a green card or something, and that’d take time, right? Go with her? Live in the fucking Philipines? I felt helpless.
Eventually I got up, showered, and threw some clothes on, head still filled with thoughts of a scary, unknown future. When I came down, Maria wasn’t back yet. My father was still sleeping off whatever bender he’d been on last night in the guest bedroom upstairs. I’d probably see him come down soon, a disheveled shade of his former self. I didn’t feel hungry so I went to the computer room and booted up this hilarious new game I’d got from Pantip right before break.
The MDK load screen appeared on the screen with Sound Blaster fanfare. Kurt Hectic leapt on top of the big bronzed letters to pose in his black bodysuit and bizarre-ass pointed gun-helmet. Before long I was skydiving onto a city minecrawler and mowing down alien soldiers with my chaingun, grenades, and a nuke in a can.
I felt Maria’s lips press lovingly against my cheek, the deeply-imprinted female mate-scent of shower and cocoa butter filling my nostrils.
I flinched a little in surprise, blinking as Maria smiled down at me, her hand lingering on my shoulder. Our housekeeper’s long, inky black hair was pulled up into her work topknot again, errant locks falling to frame her beautiful Pinay face. I glanced at the Casio around my wrist. Damn, I’d been at MDK for over an hour already.
I pulled off my headphones and turned to fully look at her. She was dressed in a loose, pale blue maternity tank top that hugged her curves and the globe of her big round belly and the cap of her navel. No bra, just like I liked it, and a pair of baggy cotton shorts over her cute little Filipina ass. Barefoot too. I smirked, staring at her big, swaying brown tits and the imprint of her plump areolas and the pert press of her nipples. She had to be the hottest pregnant chick in the universe.
"Hey," I said, pausing the game and taking Maria’s hand, gently easing her down into my lap. She sat carefully, one arm wrapping around my shoulders.
"Hey," she said back, smiling, and craned her neck to kiss me. "You daddy already gone."
"Oh, okay." I murmured, not really caring.
"Him come down and eat then go," Maria purred. She ran her fingers through my short crop of hair with affection. "He say he have big meeting today," she added. "And then he gone. Not sure when he come back."
"Hmm," I grunted, kissing her pulse, sliding my hands down her back, cupping her sweet ass and moving under to grip her pussy through her shorts.
"Ah, Carrrll, nooouu," Maria moaned, "I cook and clean now. You need breakfast, then fuck – THEN fuck!" she half yelped, half giggled, fending me off.
"Aww, alright," I relented as I held her and stroked the curves of her voluptuous, slinky little body, kissing my mare's jaw, her cheek, and then turning her face to taste her lips again. I was hard already, my dick straining against my shorts to get at her. Of course Maria felt it, smirking in that sultry way of hers. Eventually she let out a soft sound and slid off of me, a hand perched on the rounded swell in front of her, wincing in quiet discomfort.
"Aie! You babies kick so much, husbaand!" she scolded, sighing in subdued exasperation. She rubbed her belly placatingly and leaned down, her tits swaying, to kiss the dome of her belly. "Be good, please? For Mama, okay? Huwag mo akong sipain."
"Maybe it's 'cause I'm a runner?" I offered with a grin. "That's probably why they're kicking so much."
Maria made a dubious face as she stroked her belly and comforted our unruly offspring.
"What, you think they're gonna be soccer players or something?" I laughed.
My woman pursed her lips and shrugged, turning to go, but paused at the threshold of the door.
"Oh yes, Carl, you mail here," she said, smiling coyly, looking at me over her shoulder. "I pick up this morning."
My heart skipped a beat. Only way I'd get mail would be if it was from a university.
She left me and padded back to the kitchen with her sexy little barefoot waddle. I heard her humming that new, inescapable fucking “MMMBop” song as she started making breakfast for me.
I felt cold anticipation creep up my spine. I’d almost forgotten my college applications. Blocked them out of my mind as my borrowed life with Maria took precedence. I psyched myself up there in the office chair, doing mental gymnastics to get around the giant wall of anxiety and dread of what felt like an insurmountable future. I eventually went to the dining room table, pulse rising, and checked the mail our housekeeper had left for me.
Maria had put all the envelopes into a neat little stack on the teak surface, waiting there with my dad’s fancy filigreed letter opener. Harsh Thai sunlight streamed in through the large windows behind the table, washing everything out in white saturation. A knot of apprehension and excitement tightened in the pit of my stomach as I approached. I recognized that this was a pivotal moment in my life, the culmination of all the shitty years of academic struggle as my parents dragged me across the world, an afterthought to their ambitions. All of it, distilled into seven neatly-arranged envelopes, a mix of sizes and prestigious insignias. Each bore the cold, binary certainty of acceptance or rejection.
The humiliating reality that my past academic record had been far from stellar ratcheted up the tension in my bones. Yeah, I’d turned it around this year because of Maria, but that wasn’t a guarantee. The weight of my past mistakes and the lingering fear of rejection hung heavy in the room.
It wasn't just my future, or staring down the terrifying borehole of adulthood. I frowned as I glanced over to the open door of the kitchen where I could hear Maria cooking happily, completely oblivious to the crossroads of the moment. It represented the end of what we had together now, and it killed me. But it also had the potential to maybe make a better future for us both. Like, me actually being able to support Maria and our kids without my parents’ money. Maybe even being a real husband and wife.
I was so overcome by the weight of uncertainty that I just sat down in front of the envelopes, mechanically looking at each of them one by one.
Harvard, Yale, Columbia, UPenn, Princeton Dartmouth, and Duke. It was missing Brown and NYU, but I could care less about them. I felt paralyzed, my mouth dry, arms weak. That familiar old lure of video games called to me, to put this off and escape somewhere where I had control, where I’d win no matter what. Scale difficulty. Just reload if I failed.
Maria found me sitting there, staring at the letters as she brought me a steaming plate of fluffy scrambled eggs with grated cheddar, bacon, and a stack of buttermilk pancakes drenched in maple syrup. She set out two plates for us and a pair of forks and knives. Next came glasses and a big, cold pitcher of freshly-squeezed orange juice.
"What wrong, Carl?" Maria asked, her warm smile fading to concern. My Filipina put the mouth-watering platter down to the side and sat next to me, her hand massaging my shoulder supportively. "What this? Bad news?"
"Uhh..." I cleared my throat and started stacking the envelopes again. "These are my, um, college acceptance letters."
"Oh." Maria said, her expression falling and twisting to a kind of sad, resigned smile. She put a comforting hand on my chest, looking into my eyes with deep love.
"You no worry,” she said firmly. “You study hard, work hard for this. I love you for man you want be. You good,” she patted my chest, nodding in affirmation. “Gott will help us.”
I didn’t believe or anything. My mother’s bitter atheistic cynicism and the erosion of my dad’s Jewish upbringing to financial agnosticism had left me ambivalent to the inner workings of the universe. Just random chance, like me being born into a rich white family and her coming from a dirt poor village.
But we’d found each other anyway.
Maria was sifting through the envelopes, giving me a playful smile to lighten my mood. "Ooh. These, very fancy," she said, impressed, her hand on my knee. "You want open wit me?"
"Yeah, sure," I repeated, frowning deep.
"Which one you want open first, Carl?"
"Uhh..."
Maria took pity on me, grabbing the closest envelope. "Here, this one, okay?"
Yale. I nodded.
My wife offered me an encouraging smile. “I nervous too,” she whispered, her dark, almond-shaped eyes full of tenderness and love. She squeezed my hand, and I felt my strength return a little, gripping hers back. “Together, ok?”
I started opening the letters.
…We appreciate your interest in Yale, and we have carefully evaluated your application. However, we regret to inform you that we are unable to offer you a place in our incoming class…
…We regret to inform you that after careful consideration of your application, we are unable to offer you admission to our school for the upcoming academic year…
…Thank you for your interest in Columbia. After a thorough review of your application, we regret to inform you that we are unable to extend an offer of admission at this time…
I felt like I was going to fucking puke.
Maria’s hand rubbing little circles on my back steadied me, kept me from tears.
…After a thorough and competitive selection process, we regret to inform you that we are unable to extend an offer of admission to Dartmouth for the upcoming…
…We regret to inform you that we are unable to offer admission for the 1997-98 school year. We wish you the best in your academic pursuits. Thank you for your interest in Harvard University…
I was numb. The plummeting wrench of despair wormed in my guts as I read through rejection after rejection, embittered and ashamed.
I hated my mother for pushing me into this. How the fuck could I hope to get into one of the best fucking universities in the world? Me? A certified loser? I pushed the opened letters to scatter away with an angry swipe, elbows on the table, my face in my hands.
"Fuck." I whimpered through my teeth, my voice cracking.
"Hey, no, no, no, Carl, it OK," Maria cooed, her arm curling around my back, hugging me, trying to calm me down. I felt tears welling up, stinging my eyes. I didn't want her to see me so weak. But she was right there, kissing my head, her pregnant belly pressing into my side. "Shhh. It ok, it ok. Still two left!"
"They're not gonna take me," I mumbled, wiping my eyes with a quick swipe of my wrist so she wouldn’t know I was crying. "They're just gonna tell me no too. What the fuck..."
"It not over. You open last ones, see, Carl," Maria encouraged me, picking up a letter to hand it to me. "Please."
I shook my head. "You open it," I said. "I can't."
"Okay, I open," my wife agreed, and her slender, feminine hand was on my cheek, guiding my face to look at her. Maria gave me a loving smile, her thumb stroking my cheek. "You strong," she whispered. "Don't give up. Okay, Carl?"
I sniffed, nodded, and she kissed me, her lips lingering on mine, her mouth so sweet and warm.
"Good," Maria said, and turned to the envelope, slicing it open with the silver letter opener.
I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of inevitability settle into the pit of my stomach.
Then Maria gasped.
"What?" I asked, suddenly looking at her, heart starting to pound. "What is it?"
"They say yes!" she squealed.
"What? Lemme see!" I took the letter from her and read it. It had to have been Duke.
Dear Carl Weiss,
We are pleased to inform you that the Admissions Committee at Princeton University has carefully reviewed your application and recognizes your dedication both academically and athletically. We are thrilled to have you continue your family’s tradition at Princeton. It is with great pleasure that we offer you conditional acceptance to our incoming class…
"Holy shit," I whispered, my mouth dry. It was like a fucking Willy Wonka golden ticket moment.
"See! I tol you!" Maria said, kissing my cheek again and hugging me, her arm around my shoulders. "I proud you, Carl! You work hard, you get in.”
I felt a demon leaving my body as wracking relief flooded in its place. Fucking Princeton University, Mother’s alma mater. But clearly Coach Venables writing to the schools helped too. Fuck, I couldn’t believe it!
I re-read the letter from Princeton, noting that I’d need to maintain my current GPA and finish all my courses. I could do that.
I could do that.
I felt so good, so relieved. The letter made me feel even better than the ending screen crawl when I finally beat Quake. Kind of the same thing, right?
Congratulations and well done! You have beaten the hideous Shub-Niggurath, and her hundreds of ugly changelings and monsters. You have proven that your skill and your cunning are greater than all the powers of Quake. You are the master now. ID Software salutes you.
Maria watched me with genuine happiness in her smile, probably holding her feelings in for my sake. My heart was so full because of her. I closed the distance between us and kissed her deeply. She let out a trembling breath as she embraced me tight, arms wrapped around me as if afraid to let go.
When we parted, her big, chocolate brown eyes looked into mine with something very loving and very vulnerable. She forced a smile, fingers curling against the back of my neck.
“Thanks,” I said, never loving her more than I did then.
"You welcome," Maria replied, her fingers massaging my scalp. I was so joyful I couldn't see her pain. "We...we do last one?" she offered.
Duke, my safety school. I opened it this time while she gave me an encouraging look.
Congratulations! We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Duke University for the upcoming academic year. In recognition of your exceptional talent and dedication to Track and Field, Coach Adam Pruitt is pleased to offer you a partial athletic scholarship. This scholarship not only underscores our belief in your potential but also reflects our commitment to supporting student-athletes to excel both in the classroom and on the field…
We embraced again. When I drew back and held her arms, I saw tears filling her pretty eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked with concern, a hand cupping her face.
Maria gave a helpless little laugh and wiped her eyes, her dark gaze meeting mine. Her words were small. She tore away and looked out the bright window. “I happy you, but it mean you go.”
My heart broke. Of course that was the reality of our situation, that nothing would ever be the same again, but I refused just lie down and accept it.
“But I’m not going there yet,” I urged. “I gotta finish school here first, so we have time to figure things out, right? Hey, c’mon, please look at me.”
Maria turned her face to me, her eyes swimming with emotion, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"It'll be okay," I said, my thumbs brushing them from her face. "Everything's gonna work out. I promise."
I didn’t know how, but I was determined not to lose her, no matter what.
Maria nodded, sniffling, forcing a smile.
I moved in to kiss her again, as tenderly as I could.
"I love you," she whispered against my mouth, her soft lips parting, letting me in. Maria reciprocated almost desperately, the tip of her tongue flicked and stroked against mine, her sweet breath filling my nostrils as she put her mouth over mine again and again.
"Love you too," I murmured, kissing her back. My hands went to her shoulders, sliding down her smooth, caramel-colored skin, over the curves of her upper arms, to her back. I felt the heat of her body, her heart pounding, the firmness of her belly against me. I just wanted to lose myself in her, to pulse my joy inside and release the rest of my tension. To not think about a life without her. My big cock grew and stiffened, and my mare felt it, breaking the kiss to giggle a little.
"Mmm," she hummed, and pulled back, her cheeks flushed, her dark eyes meeting mine. She bit her lip and gave me a playful little kitten smile, and then glanced down at my bulging hardness, her hand running over it. "Carl Daddy hungry now? Or for other thing…mm…not food?"
“What do you think?” I grinned.
Maria laughed, pulling me into another deep, longing kiss.
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