Breeding the Help Ch. 04 Preview

This story is based on real events in my life. All characters are 18 or older. This is the conclusion of Breeding the Help.

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How true love waited after impregnating my family’s young Filipino maid.

Bangkok, Thailand June 1997

The long black and yellow-trimmed polyester gown was stifling as I sat in the middle of three rows on the stage of the large school gymnasium along with my peers. Our tassels swayed gently as we were subjected to the final ritual of high school – graduation. The walls of the gym, usually filled with the resounding thuds of basketballs and the echoing screeches of rubber shoes against the wooden floor, quietly reverberated with the droning platitudes of the head of school and the board chair. Yellow and black banners hung from the ceiling, framing the giant golden Hanuman medallion behind us. I never understood why the school’s logo was a fucking monkey when the mascot was a panther. I sweated under the hot glare of the industrial pendant lights above as I stared straight ahead into the packed audience behind the student orchestra. A few rows ahead, all the faculty were seated. My eyes kept getting drawn to the top of Coach Venables' bald head, gleaming with sweat.

Everyone’s parents were there, mine included. Although he’d managed to get himself into a suit and tie, my father’s face was blotched and ruddy from the alcohol he’d pregamed graduation with; probably to get through sitting next to my mother. Mom had gussied herself up with her best Prada silk sheath dress, a bone-white thing that complimented all the jewelry and the French twist and French nails she flaunted. Mother kept looking back over at her Foundation friends in the audience, beaming and waving with the plastic, social smile she reserved for her public. She was so fucking proud, like this was her day. My parents looked like the perfect rich expatriate couple, but the tight, pinched look on my mother's face when she wasn’t pining for attention and my father's constant fidgeting made it clear that the ugly tension between them was very real.

My father kept fiddling with his Rolex, probably planning his next drink or something. He tried to surreptitiously touch my mom's hand while it rested in her lap, but she jerked it away, glaring daggers at him and hissing something venomous through her teeth before the porcelain mask went back up. Dad didn’t react, his expression stoic, eyes distant.

I glared hatefully at my mother. She’d made a cruel comment as she helped me into my gown, fussing over me so I’d look perfect:

“Look at you, Princeton,” Mother had sighed with relief and self-aggrandizement as she fixed my lapels in the afternoon. “Oh silly boy, we did it,” she’d said with a little vulpine look of triumph. “Of course I spoke with the dean of admissions at Hôtel du Cap, last December – we’re old friends, naturally. She was willing to overlook all your…”

That deflated my teenage ego like nothing else. I fucking loathed my mother. I wished the ground would open up and swallow her for that, Old Testament-style. I’d almost accepted Duke instead, just to spite her, but Princeton’s old money bullshit and connections were my best chance at a good life for Maria and our unborn kids.

I’d do it for them.

Maria was the only person who I wished was there for me. She was the one who’d supported me through everything, who’d pushed me to be better. It wouldn’t have mattered who Mother was friends with if I’d stayed at the 2.6 GPA I’d had last year and wasn’t at a 3.3 now. Without Maria? I’d probably have dropped out of school or worse. This was her moment as much as it was mine.

Instead, our 24-year-old Filipina maid was back at our villa, heavily pregnant with my illicit twins. At 8 months along, she was unbelievably sexy and so massively pregnant, her belly now approaching the size of a beach ball and slightly more oblong, protruding from her petite frame in such an obscenely arousing and feminine way. Her belly button stuck out from the tapered end of her abdomen, larger than ever. I don't know if it was from the raging hormones near the end of her pregnancy or the attention my hands and mouth were giving them every day, but Maria's breasts were even larger, swollen in preparation for two hungry mouths. Her dusky nipples engorged and perpetually stiff and eager, milk leaking all over her tits whenever she wasn't wearing her nursing bra and pads. Our maid's hips had widened to accommodate her growing belly and the new weight her petite 5’0 Asian body had accumulated in preparation for birth. But besides her belly and breasts, Maria was just as lithe and slinky as ever, making her pregnancy so incredibly erotic. Her hairy Filipina cunt was so swollen and puffy, her lips permanently plumped and parted, revealing the inner pink, her clitoris erect and peeking out from the top of her labia, always moist with the slick juices her pregnancy was oozing. It was more of a broodmare cunt now than ever before, crowned with her black fur, fat lips pouted out with their deep, dark color.

It was such a fucking turn-on. I couldn't keep my hands off her, and my mare couldn't wait for my big white cock to fill her and quench her need. At this late stage of her pregnancy, when my parents weren't around we couldn't keep our clothes on, and Maria couldn't help herself from dropping down onto her knees and sucking my cock, or getting on all fours, presenting her ass and cunt, ready to take me.

The thought made me hard under my graduation gown as I sat there and the endless bloviating dragged on.

I was crazy in love with Maria, with her body, with her. She wasn’t just our housekeeper to me anymore – she was my secret wife, the mother of my unborn children, my sexy lover, the only person who understood me – my everything. And she was waiting for me.

Every minute of this felt like agony. I just wanted high school to be over forever.

We hadn’t even gotten through the head of school’s opening speech yet. I guess it was supposed to be poignant and inspiring or something. Most of my peers were listening with rapt attention, but with the birth of my twins so close, graduation felt more like dragging myself across the finish line than some momentous-ass occasion in my life.

“...and as you step into the world beyond these walls, I can only hope you'll carry forward the legacy of this great institution—a legacy that has been shaped, in no small part, by the leadership here, who have stood on the shoulders of giants. We bear the torch…”

Jesus. Christ.

I’d smuggled in my Walkman, wearing my headphones around my neck under the collar of my gown. I fished out the headset with a hook of my finger and discretely nudged it up over my ears. I sighed in relief as the speech was drowned out by top-shelf grunge.

‘I don't care, I don't care, I don't care 

I don't care, I don't care, care if it's old

I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind

I don't mind, mind, don't have a mind

Get away, get away, get away…’

No one seemed to notice with me in the second row. It felt like a subtle ‘fuck you’ to the institution I’d been trapped in, a brief rebellion against the oppressive system I’d been locked into since birth. After what felt like a lifetime, the head of school wrapped up his address and the board chair stepped in, followed by the fucking high school principal and finally the class valedictorian, Margaux Bennett. Pretty-faced Margaux was a classic, prissy rich teenage white girl who'd worn her glasses today to look more sophisticated. She was part of the group of kids who had a prayer circle before every exam to ensure their academic success – not like they really believed, just that they really wanted a good grade.

I didn't care what she had to say – Margaux was a mean bitch who'd enjoyed bullying and belittling others who stumbled into her path, despite being so self-righteous and superficially religious. She didn't deserve valedictorian, but I'd learned early on that the wealthier and more powerful your parents were, them more shit you could get away with. Margaux was the fucking US Ambassador’s daughter, of course, who was also on the school board. She was going to Havard, where she’d probably be majoring in her father’s credit cards.

‘...Even if you have, even if you need

I don't mean to stare, we don't have to breed

We could plant a house, we could build a tree

I don't even care, we could have all three…’

After Margaux had her patronizing moment in the sun, the orchestra started playing and they began giving out the diplomas. With a surname like Weiss, I'd be just about dead last, so I watched everyone else walk across the stage. My parents and their social circle were clapping politely as they called out the names and matriculation of their friends' children, furthering the competition between them. The students walked across in alphabetical order to the waiting principal and head of school, both older white guys in suits – it was all highly choreographed. The head handed them their diploma, the principal gave a handshake, they smiled for the flash of a camera, and then shuffled back to the bleachers. The process repeated over and over.

I felt like I was melting into the ground; like my molecules were destabilizing from all the fucking pomp and circumstance.

"...Carlton Weiss, Princeton University."

The words registered, muffled by the music and the applause. Why’d they have to use my full name? I hated that shit. I took off my headphones and left them around my neck, slowly walking across the stage. My cheeks hurt from holding a smile and my palms were sweaty, but I did my best to keep my composure and play the role. I took my diploma and shook hands. I could hear my mother's shrill harpy voice and my father's more subdued cheer in the background. Some of my friends whistled and shouted my name. I smiled for the camera, frozen in the moment. All I could think about was how some Native American tribes believed that taking a photograph stole your fucking soul.

I was more relieved than fulfilled as I walked back to the bleachers, but with the weight of the diploma in my hand, I finally felt like something important had transpired, like I'd been released from prison or something after a long stretch. It meant freedom, but it also meant I was hurtling towards an unknown future that I had no idea where Maria or our kids would fit in.

As our caps flew into the air and the gymnasium filled with rousing music from the orchestra and thunderous cheers and applause, all I could think about was getting back to her.

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I said goodbye to my friends on the stage, which was bittersweet as hell. I realized through my own life's drama that I probably wouldn't see most of them again after this. Stepping over a carpet of fallen caps, we hugged, shook hands, slapped each other's backs, and took pictures together. There was this Foundation graduation banquet afterward that I was being forced to attend by my parents, but the real parties were happening downtown, with most of my friends going to either the Den or Anthony’s house in Soi 55.

After that though? Vincent, Stephen, Chizzy, and Ralph had all talked about doing a trip to Hong Kong in a couple of weeks and crashing at Vince’s parents’ place there, but I’d been noncommittal. I was still figuring out how to spend the most of the dwindling time I had left with Maria. My parents hadn’t asked what I wanted to do with the summer before Princeton yet but they would soon. It was a shitty choice between my best friends of the last 4 years and Maria, and I couldn’t be in two places at the same time. Like everything in the life of an expat kid, impermanence was the norm. People came and went – you just had to enjoy the moments you could share before they were gone. I didn’t want Maria to be that way.

I suffered through one last ceremonial disgrace in the foyer of the school where the families were gathered. The staff released doves to flutter out into the dusk while the school choir sang R. Kelly’s “I Believe I can Fly” from risers off to the side. We’d all changed out of our gowns into formal wear with boutonnieres corsages, holding paper plates with candles on them while our parents looked on. I had no idea what the fuck it was for.

Like debutantes or prized livestock, we were paraded around and constantly photographed. The Foundation families had their own area where their sons and daughters all looked so proud of themselves, like the world was at their feet.

"My boy!" Mother exclaimed, her face beaming, as she favored me with a rare, suffocating embrace. I reciprocated warily, noticing that Dad was hanging back near the reception area with the champagne fountain, helping himself.

"Oh, Carl, I'm so proud of us, darling," my mom gushed, her eyes shimmering. She was in an exceptionally good mood, self-satisfied to the point of being unhinged with triumph. "We really turned things around at the eleventh hour, didn't we?"

"Yeah," I answered, trying to sound neutral.

Mother’s smile faltered for a moment. She glanced around at the crowd and then leaned in close to me, whispering through her teeth. I could smell champagne heavy and sour on her breath.

"Your father is being very rude right now, Carl," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "It wouldn't kill him to spend a moment with us, would it? I'm going to have a word with him and see if he can't at least pretend to be civil. We need to keep up appearances for the Banquet."

God, the fucking Banquet.

I played my part again and put on my own fake smile as Mother dragged me around to show off to her extremely rich white expatriate friends in their gowns and tuxedos. I'd changed into my suit, an Armani Mom had tailored for me for the occasion. It felt so gross the way that our parents were talking about us like we were long-term investments. Everyone was so fake and condescending.

"Oh, he's such a handsome young man," one half-mummified Foundation mother said, gushing over me, her husband nodding next to her. "What are you studying at Princeton, Carlton?"

I cringed internally at the name.

"Uh, Business," I replied, sounding practiced, almost a monotone. "Investment Banking." I died a little inside every time I said it. I didn’t want to become my father’s clone.

"Wonderful," she purred before moving on to Maximillian and his family who were standing nearby, just a little bit more desirable and profitable than I was.

After a few more rounds of the same, Mother decided to drag me over to the champagne fountain, where Dad was smoking cigars with some of the Foundation fathers.

"Thhhere he is," my father slurred as he raised his glass in a toast. "You made it, Princeton," Dad said, a note of pride in his voice, clapping me on the shoulder. "I knew you could. Next stop, an MBA at Wharton, just like your old man."

My mother's eyes flashed as she pulled him aside and I made myself scarce. I eyed the foyer exit longingly. I desperately wanted to go, to escape, but I had to suffer through the added humiliation of the Banquet or Mother would make my life a living hell. I grabbed a champagne glass and helped myself to the fountain, downing the flute in one go.

The ensuing dinner service at the Oriental was the most pretentious event I'd ever attended, even by Foundation standards. It was a night of empty words, congratulations, and hollow praise, everyone pretending to like each other while their smiles were tight and their eyes cold and predatory. The speeches were endless, and for an organization supposedly based on charity, I had no idea who the fuck the actual beneficiaries were. As far as I could gather, if you could be seen getting your hands dirty visiting a Thai orphanage or a dilapidated rural village or something, you were part of the big self-congratulatory circle-jerk of rich Foundation assholes. Everything was about appearances, but if you even scratched the surface, it cracked into a miasma of hypocrisy and privilege. The food was predictably lavish, with local delicacies and a multicultural five-star chef's menu, including live lobster, imported caviar, a whole roasted pig, and a chocolate fondue fountain sculpted into a dessert replica of the school campus.

Sitting between my parents at our table like a neutral country or demilitarized zone, I found myself watching the Thai servers, all dressed up in bowties and vests or cocktail dresses and looking nervous, as they ran around attending to the needs of the wealthy patrons. I saw them being belittled and treated like servants while the wealthy guests gorged themselves on a meal that would probably cost the staff months of wages – not to mention all the food that would go to waste after they left.

I never would have even considered that, or cared at all before Maria. I had no idea what our housekeeper was eating tonight, but it was probably leftovers, or maybe whatever she could find in the pantry and fridge. It made me feel like a spoiled, pampered, entitled little shit. Everyone here, this whole disgusting ritual – it was wrong. My love for our maid had opened my eyes to the awful injustices I’d been blind and utterly apathetic to. It wasn’t the first time I realized how much of a little fuckhead I’d been, weaponizing my privillege and looking down on everyone who wasn’t in my social strata, but it hit me harder that night. All I knew was that I didn’t want to be one of these soulless mockeries of a human being.

I kept thinking about Maria waiting for me in our villa, alone and heavily pregnant with my children, while I was stuck here, trapped. I wanted to just get out and get back to her so badly.

I couldn't work up much of an appetite. I poked at my food and waited until I saw an opening to leave as some of my peers started to slip out to join the parties that'd probably already begun downtown.

"Mom, can I please go out now?" I leaned over and asked as the cheese course arrived.

"Fine, fine, go see your little friends," Mother waved me off, dismissively. "Just stay out of trouble."

"Be good," my Dad added, in an uncommon moment of intersectional parenting.

I slipped out into the Bangkok dust, the blood-red sun dipping below the smoggy, shimmering horizon. I felt like tearing off my suit like Shawshank Redemption or something and raising my arms to the sky, but I'd find plenty of catharsis buried inside Maria's welcoming Filipina pussy back home.

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Downtown Bangkok was an assault of flashing neon and throbbing bass lines, with the streets filled with cars and motorcycles weaving through the throngs of pedestrians. I rode in the back of a taxi with my headphones on, watching the driver weave and swerve as the golden Buddha charm swung wildly from the rearview mirror. Tupac thumped into my brain as I loosened my tie and unbuttoned my collar.

‘...Now, if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance

Doin' eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can

All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man

Mr. International, player with the passport

Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for…’

I nudged an orange foam circle from my ear and called my house on my Nokia cellphone.

"Hello?" Maria answered on the first ring in her Filipino drawl, her voice a sweet, soothing balm, bringing me back from the brink.

"Hey," I said, breathing a sigh of relief just hearing her. "I'm on my way home, but the traffic is terrible."

"Okay," she answered. "I here, waiting you."

"How do you feel? Are the babies okay?"

"I miss you, Carl," she said, and I could hear her smiling on the other end. "You babies move around so much today, like fish inside me! Blaaump, blaump! And the boy still kicking me, aiiee!"

I laughed, feeling happy for the first time today. "Oh yeah? What about our girl?"

"She so calm," Maria said, affection in her voice. "Always waiting for her brother, so patient."

"Did you eat yet?" I asked.

"Not yet, I had big snack. I was going to eat soon. Why?"

"Maybe we could make something together?" I suggested. "I didn't really eat anything at the dinner."

"Ah?" Maria gasped, and I could hear the shock in her voice. "So big party, and they not have good food?"

"It sucked," I sighed. "Not the food, just the people. I dunno, they were all assholes."

"Oohh..." Maria murmured.

"I couldn't wait to get away and come home."

"Mmm..." Maria sighed, the way she did when she was melting for me. "Hurry home, Carl Daddy, okay? We wait for you."

When the taxi dropped me off outside the villa gate, I could see the light was on above our front porch and Maria was waiting outside for me, sitting on the steps. She was wearing a cute pink maternity dress, flip flops and had a huge smile on her face, her long black hair in a simple braid. My mare's belly was a huge rounded globe under the dress, pushing out fully against the fabric, and she had her hands lovingly stroking her womb as she sat and waited for me. Her face lit up when she saw me.

"Carl!" Maria exclaimed, wincing with exertion as she got to her feet and waddled towards the gate, her belly leading the way. She unbelievably sexy like this, exotic and broody and full of our young. Her heavy breasts were straining against the front of the dress, and her navel was a big, clearly visible dimple under the large, round swell of fabric.

"Hey beautiful!" I jogged over to Maria, and she hugged me tight, the taut globe of her womb pushing between us. I lifted her up just off the ground and leaned down to kiss her. Maria's mouth was warm and her breath was minty, her tongue darting over mine. My Filipina smelled so good and wonderfully familiar, like cocoa butter and her sweet milk. The loving embrace grew tighter as we kissed each other with an urgent, almost desperate lust. I ran my fingers down her bare arms and squeezed her round, full breasts, making her squeal softly into my mouth. My cock stirred inside my tailored suit pants, pressing in a hard bulge against the huge swell of her round abdomen.

"Maria," I breathed softly against her cheek and she just melted in my arms. I wanted nothing more than to rip her dress off and take her right there on the front lawn – I honestly might have if I wasn’t so worried about the fucking Thai snakes everywhere. I took my mares’ slender little hand and led her back inside, through the living room, up the stairs, and into my bedroom. We kissed the entire way there, stumbling and fumbling, until she was standing in my room half-naked, a shoulder bared, hem hiked up her thigh and ass. Maria reached up and started to undress me, taking off my jacket and tossing it aside, followed by my bowtie, and then my white dress shirt. I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my pants and boxers, dropping them. I stood there, naked and erect, my young body so ready and strong. My secret Asian wife gazed at me lovingly.

"My husbaand," Maria sighed happily, running her hands up my pale frame, across the hard muscles on my chest and stomach. She nuzzled her face into my bicep, moving in close. My eyelids lowered in bliss as I was surrounded by her softness, her scent, her fertility; my cock so hard I was smearing precum across the fabric covering her hugely rounded abdomen.

"You smell so good, dress so nice,” she purred. “You miss me ah?"

"Mmyeahbaby..." I said low. “So bad.”

Maria reached down and pulled the rest of her dress up and over her head, dropping it to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties for me, just the platinum crucifix that I'd gotten her a few months back, draped between her ripe breasts. The fur covering her broodmare cunt was a thick, wild black thatch, her brown skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat. Maria was so fucking pregnant, her tits and nipples engorged and milk-swollen, her hips wide. Her legs were a little spread to accommodate her weight, and her distended belly was huge, hanging down with the weight of our twins. Still, she was so petite and lithe. Her body was still a tight, firm package of smooth curves and softness, her stomach a tight globe, pregnant tits high and full, big fat dusky nipples sticking out with excitement.

"Carl, you want eat me?" Maria asked breathlessly, her teats rising and falling above the big shelf of her belly with growing need. "I wait all day, and my pussie so wet now."

I nodded, grinning against my bottom lip, as I went to her. My Filipina arched her back, leaning up to heft a teardrop-shaped breast and feed her swollen nipple into my mouth, moaning. Her Asian milk was warm, thick, and delicious. Drinking from her was so strange and erotic, the act making me throb and pulse, feeling even harder than before. I groaned as I suckled on her, drawing the milk out of her breast. My hands came up, cupping and squeezing Maria’s warm udders to spray her creamy lactate.

"Aaiieeeee!" my mare cried, squirming with delight. As I kneaded her breasts, both begain to leak a steady trail down her belly. Maria had her fingers buried in my hair and her hips were gyrating, grinding against me. I could feel her wet, greedy pregnant cunt, soaking her fur. I slid my hand down, tracing the warmth of her sex and her thick, wet Asian pubic hair. I stroked her pussy lips and the folds of her cunt, making her moan and shudder, and she was so fucking wet.

I kissed Maria's neck, her breasts, and her belly, my fingers parting her dark, fleshy lips and stroking her aching clit, feeling her body shiver. Her pussy was leaking all over my fingers. My secret wife was so needy, her hips and thighs bucking and grinding against me. She came so easily, crying out and throwing her head back. Maria was so sensitive now near the end of her pregnancy; her body was like a live wire, her nipples, cunt, and clit all needing constant attention. She was panting lightly, pushing my head down insistently.

"Ahh! Eat me, Carl!" my woman demanded in a low moan. "Kainin mo ang puki ko, asawaaa…!“

I kissed my way down the tautness of her pregnant belly, feeling the tension of her womb, the hot, slick caramel skin of her hugely swollen mound. I licked over the swell, feeling feral in my lust and eagerness. My nostrils flared as the heady scent of her flesh, her milky breasts and wet cunt filling my teenage brain. I went to my knees as she rested back against the foot of my bed, burying my face into her dark, hairy sex, licking and slurping, tasting her wet, intoxicating musk. Maria gasped and cried out in wanton ecstasy, her thighs parting as I pushed her legs wide, spreading her open for me. Her impregnated cunt was a split of pink, dark brown lips thick and succulent, surrounded by her animalistic black hair. I buried my mouth and tongue in her folds, servicing her with eager lust and love.

"Eeeuuunnnh!!" Maria shrieked, her nails curled in the short hair at the back of my head as she ground her wet mare cunt against my face. She was coming hard, her legs shaking, thighs and belly trembling, milk lewdly spurting from her breasts and dribbling down the tan globe of her round stomach. Maria’s leaking teats rose and fell with the platinum crucifix dangling profanely between them as she gasped and hissed in wanton joy. My Pinay’s sweet girl cum poured into my mouth, thick, tart and creamy as I drank her.

I licked Maria up and down her slit, lapping the hot folds of her labia, feeling her pussy contract and squeeze, her hips gyrating and rolling in pleasure. My nose and mouth were buried in her dark pubic hair, and my fingers stroked her cunt, exploring the hot, moist, tight entrance to her pussy. I teased her opening, sliding a finger in and then another, curling them against the inner walls, feeling the pressure and the tight squeeze.

I never thought I’d love eating pussy, but I loved giving Maria pleasure and making her a hot little horny mess.

"Ohhh... ooohh!" Maria cried, her pussy contracting and rippling around my fingers. "Oohhh Carrrrrrl!"

My tongue licked up her wet folds to her clit before I started sucking on it and flicking my tongue over it. I was making out with her pussy, teasing and pleasuring her. I could hear the sounds of her juices squishing as I moved my fingers in and out.

"Napakahusay, napakahusaaaaay!" she mewled above me in Tagalog, the tight roundness of her pregnant bump heaving with delight. Her pussy was leaking a steady stream of girl cream down her thighs. "AUuhhnnhhhh..hhnieee!"

I suckled and licked and kissed her, making out with Maria’s pussy until a huge, whorish orgasm crashed down on her little pregnant body. I just kept lapping, feeling the flood of her juices slide down my chin.

"Carr...lll!" my mare sobbed, her pussy and tits squirting, her whole body spasming, fingers buried painfully in my hair. "Hangaaaaaa!"

When her finally orgasm receded, Maria eased onto the bed, laying on her back, her big belly jutting upwards so obscenely. Her legs were askew, hairy pregnant cunt gaping. I stood up, my face and lips and chin drenched in her release. Maria watched me, panting, eyes glazed and hungry.

"Carl Daddy," Maria purred, stroking the globe of her stomach, "you make you little mare come so good..."

I was so fucking horny, my cock like an iron rod, aching to plunge into her. I slid my big body up between her legs, resting my palms on the hot rise of her huge protruding belly.

"Fuck me now," Maria panted as she scooted to lay back on the bed with her legs dangling off the end, gazing at me with such sensual need. I marvelled again at how I’d changed her slender Asian body so much by making her carry my children. I was a man now, a real man, and I'd made a pregnant woman of her by planting my white seed in her belly. Claimed her. Made her mine. And Maria was willing and eager to take my big young cock and breed her womb full again and again. My mare, my mate. My lover.

My whole world.

I pressed the angry mushroom head of my big white cock against her cunt and pushed inside her with a slow moan. My Filipina wife's pussy was so hot and tight, and her cunt squeezed and rippled needily around my length, pulling me deeper, her hips rolling, welcoming me inside. Maria gasped and bit her lip, eyes fluttering.

"Uhhhhnn..." she moaned, spreading her brown silky legs even wider. "Uuuhhhh Carl!"

I thrust all the way inside her, burying my long, thick length in her tight Filipina cunt, and her pussy spasmed. Her pregnant mound rocked and swayed as I started thrusting into her with deep, slow strokes, my hands gripping its sloping sides. She hissed and snarled through gritted white teeth in feral pleasure as I rutted her, pumping her full of my big white shaft. Maria gripped my arms and held on for dear life as we fucked; I could see the look of rapture on her beautiful face, eyes shut tight.  Her huge belly rose and fell as we coupled, rousing our twins to kick and squirm against her skin.

"Uh! Uhh! Uhnn! Uhhnn!" I grunted, slamming into her.

"Brochahin mo puuke koooohuuhhhhnn!" my woman moaned, her fingers digging into the hard muscle of my arms, her legs locking around my waist, painted toes curling. "Papatulugin mo ako, Carl! FUCK me, aahhnnn!"

Maria’s big Asian tits were shaking and bouncing and milk was dripping down her skin, her nipples and areolas engorged and leaking, and I leaned down and sucked on her hard, thick nipples, drinking her milk, feeling her writhe under me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me deeper into the slick, grasping heat of her Asian pussy, and I groaned, my balls tightening. As I railed her, my mind lost to pleasure, infatuation, and love, the only coherent thought I had was that I wanted to breed this woman again as soon as she gave birth. I wanted her to be pregnant forever.

"Oh God, Maria," I groaned, kissing her neck and grazing it with my teeth.

I felt her cunt begin to ripple and clench around my shaft, her thighs and hips tensing, and I knew she was close. I pumped into her, her cunt squeezing harder and harder until she went rigid under me, her whole body seizing up.

"AAAAAHHHNNN!" Maria screamed, her cunt clamping down and vibrating. A sudden flood of hot juice poured out around my shaft, splashing the bed, drenching her dark, furry pubes. For a second I thought her water broke, but that was just how horny my broodmare was, squirting like a she-beast in heat.

I kept thrusting into her, and I could feel the pressure in my balls, the tight, hot ache. She was thrashing below me like a fucking wild animal.

"Carl…!" she hissed, her pussy trying desperately to milk the cum out of me, nails digging into the muscled skin of my back. "Come inside me, husbaand, now please!"

I thrust deep as her suckling pregnant cunt could take me, and Maria tightened around me to the point of being almost paiful. It was too much. I groaned, pressing my hips into her, feeling her pregnant body press up below me with the delicious fullness of her fever-hot belly and breasts.

"Yes!" she begged, her cunt squeezing. "Kantot mo ako! Uhhhhnn! Inside me! Please, please, pleaaaase! Kantutin mo ako, ikaw malaking puting kabayong lalaki!"

I grunted and shoved, pressing her 8-month  pregnant bump up against me, so incredibly turned on by hearing her beg and mewl in Tagalog, reminding me I was fucking a sexy, thoroughly impregnated Filipina village girl. Mine. Carrying our young. The depraved truth dragged me over the edge. I could feel the pressure well up from my balls before I came hard, pumping jet after hot jet into her, flooding her Filipina pussy and splashing against the plug of her womb with my thick, virile semen.

“NNfffuck I love you…” I groaned.

"UHHH!" Maria gasped, shuddering, her eyes widening, feeling my seed explode inside her. "Aaaahhhn napakaraming…"

My woman’s cunt sucked up everything I had as her walls rippled and undulated around me; Maria's legs shook and she clawed at my back, moaning so loudly, and I kept thrusting, rutting. My mare's swollen womb jiggled and bounced, the weight of the twins shifting as we fucked until we were both spent.

We collapsed on the bed together, dripping with sweat from our exertions, and I drew her up to rest her head on my chest. I reached down and ran my hand over Maria’s pregnant belly lovingly, feeling its heat and tightness. I stopped my palm just below her popped navel, holding her to me possessively as I slipped out of her, still semi-hard. Maria nuzzled against me, kissing my skin and purring like a contented kitten.

I whispered to her about the graduation, cracking jokes to cover up the anxiety and frustration, but I grew more serious when I started telling Maria about the Banquet. How I felt so bad about it. The more I talked, the more the anger rose up inside of me.

"...I hate it," I said bitterly. "They treat me like shit, and they treat you worse. It's fucked up. I'm so sorry. For my parents, for me, for everything."

Maria kissed me and looked up at me, her dark eyes soft.

"You no need to be sorry, Carl," she murmured, kissing me again. "It okay."

I sighed, unconvinced. "It's not."

Maria's hand came up to take my chin, turning my face down to hers. She gazed at me with such intensity, her eyes full of fire and affection. "You nothing be sorry for. You best thing ever happen to me."

"Yeah?" I asked, smiling weakly. “Really? You don’t hate me for how I was?”

She shook her head, her eyes bright, and she gently pulled me into another kiss, her lips so warm and soft.

"No. You just hor-nee boy!” she said, her eyes laughing before they softened again. “But you get be-tter. You grow up to be good man who I love.”

I felt a wave of powerful emotion wash over me. I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve her. As I looked into her eyes, feeling her closeness and the gentle movements of our unborn children, I vowed that I'd somehow be worthy of this woman.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me too," I said, meaning it.

Maria smiled, and the look in her eyes melted my heart.

"Carl," she said, "you everything for me."

I held her for a while after that, enjoying our closeness. Our twins were calm inside her. "How are you feeling?" I asked tenderly.

Maria pursed her lips into a wry expression. "Hummm...I very pregnant."

"Oh yeah?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah," she nodded, giggling into her hand with a beautiful flash of teeth. "I can't even see feet when stand up." Maria smacked my arm affectionately. "You big horse dick, big ball make my belly so big!"

"Sorrrrrry," I said, offering her a shit-eating teenage grin.

"I know you not sorry," Maria smirked impishly. "You not sorry about that."

"I'm definitely not sorry about making you pregnant," I told her with a lascivious bite of my bottom lip.

"I know, Carl," she said, looking at me and stroking my chest. "I not sorry, too. Be pregnant with you babies make me so happy."

The twins kicked again, and I could feel the firm impact of the one's foot on the outside of her belly. Maria winced quietly. Must’ve been the boy.

"Damn. They're getting really strong," I observed, rubbing the spot where I'd felt the kick.

"Oo," my mare agreed, putting her hand on top of mine, feeling our child roll around. "Doctor say they come soon, you know, so we need make plan," she urged, firmly but gently.

"I'm gonna go with you, like I said," I murmured, my eyes trailing off, thinking, before I finally made my decision. I shifted to prop my head up on my elbow to look at her reassuringly. “I’ll tell my parents I’m going to Vincent’s in Hong Kong for the summer but I’ll fly with you to the Philippines instead.”

"Carl..." Maria said, frowning, looking unsure.

"You think they’ll actually notice?" I snorted. "As long as I'm in New Jersey for commencement it doesn't matter." I shrugged my shoulder like it was no big deal. "Vincent’s cool; he won't say anything if I tell him not to."

Maria looked grateful, but still a little anxious. "And after?"

"We'll figure it out," I promised.

Maria nodded, smiling thinly, but her eyes were distant. Sad. She was silent for a while, then looked up at the ceiling, her fingertips circling the back of my hand. "I tell my Mama and Papa I pregnant, come home soon. I tell them about you."

"When?" I asked cautiously.

She looked back at me with her dark almond-shaped eyes. "Last week, I always call them when my birthday."

"What did you tell them?" I asked, wondering if this was the reason for her sudden sadness. She grew animated in the telling, her fingers anxiously curling in the thin platinum chain around her neck before holding the cross tight.

"I say I buntis but I not marry yet. They an-gree, just like I think, they want me come home now. Papa say, 'how you do this, Maria, aiyyeee?' He yell so loud." Maria took a deep breath, letting it out with a puff of her cheeks. "Mama, she more worry I have two baby. She just want me marry now. It very bad if babies come and we not marry, Gott will be angry."

Maybe in the beginning I said I'd marry Maria just to keep fucking her, but now I couldn't imagine being with anyone else, or wanting anyone more than her. It wasn’t impulsive shit this time.

"So we get married as soon as we get to Mindanao," I said firmly.

"I hope they undastand," she said softly, her voice heavy with concern. "You white boy, younger than me, no job, still student...I not tell them you son of house I work." She looked up at me with her dark almond-shaped eyes, worried, cheeks flushed guiltily.

"They'll love me," I said confidently. "Once they meet me."

"Mm. Maybe," Maria allowed, not sounding totally convinced. "All the extra money you give help my family so much, so maybe they be happy, I think."

That made me feel good. I smelled her long, dark hair and brushed it aside to kiss her shoulder and neck, then her jawline. "It'll be fine. You can tell me what to do to make a good impression, right?"

"Yes, I tell you," she smiled. "I think Joy come too."

"That's great," I said, smiling. I luxuriated in her scent, the softness of her skin and the tightness of her swollen body.

Maria turned her head towards me and gave me a kiss, her eyes fluttering. She drew away after a moment, a wicked grin on her lips.

"Carl Daddy," she said, curling into me with a sultry look, the pout of her lip sucked in, voice a husky whisper. "You mare still hor-nee..."

My cock stirred, thickening, and I looked down into her beautiful brown eyes.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Maria cooed, her hand sliding down her side and under her big round belly, stroking the shaft of my cock to coax it back to life.

I felt myself swiftly getting harder and engorging with each pulse inside her grip; Maria’s smile widened, seeing the effect her hand was having. She slid my huge white hardness over her brown, swollen Asian belly, the difference in our skin tone so striking. The sight of my growing, thick erection next to her tight, rounded bump was unbelievably arousing – especially considering it was my voraciously depraved dick that was the cause of her massive pregnancy. With a grunt of exertion to lift her heavy, distended belly, Maria straddled me, her hands braced on my thighs, dark-nailed fingers gripping them tight. Her raven hair spilled down as she lowered her head, giving her a wild, feminine cast that was somehow bestial in her lust. My broodmares milky breasts swayed, hanging heavy and full with their big, hard nipples jutting out. Maria rubbed the drenched, swollen lips of her hot mare cunt over the length of my cock, her eyes glazed, a sly, slutty look on her face between the locks of matted black hair.

Maria ground her pussy against my turgid, thick shaft, coating it in her need. She looked so primal, squatting over me like a primitive Asian fertility goddess. Her huge, protruding belly hung and swayed as she rocked and rolled her hips, sliding her cunt possessively over my length. I groaned through my teeth, my cock aching, and she looked at me with a hungry smile, her mouth open, tongue pressed to the back of her teeth.

"Uuhhnn..." Maria moaned. She leaned forward, her big pregnant belly pressing against me, and her dark eyes glittered with desire. "You horse cock is biggest man diick in whole world...all for me..." she hissed. "All…haaunnhh! For…me."

Maria raised her ass, grabbing my cock and pushing the fat head against the slit of her hairy Asian pussy, breathing rapid little pants. Her belly was a hot, heavy weight against me as she groaned out in a stilted, shuddering wail to sink down onto me. I felt the intense, gripping, tightness of he, dripping Filipina pussy envelop my hardness as my woman slowly impaled herself on me. Maria’s eyes closed and her lips parted and she let out a high-pitched whine, her whole body tensing and shuddering.

"Goooottt..." she gasped, her pussy convulsing, her thighs trembling, her big pregnant mound heaving above me, dripping sweat. "Uhhhhnnn!"

My mare felt so fucking amazing, so hot, her desperate pregnant cunt rippling and spasming around me. I watched her breasts hanging below her huge round belly as she supported herself with hands on my chest, bouncing as she started rolling and rocking her hips, riding my cock like some she-animal that had mounted me, her tight little ass bouncing.

"Uuuunnnh!" Maria moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as her fingers dug into my skin hard enough to leave raised red lines.

"Holy fuck," I grunted, gripping her ass and rocking my hips, thrusting up into her.

Maria snarled and leaned down to kiss me. Our tongues met as we rutted like animals, her big belly and breasts lowering to press against me, her body so hot, the pressure building. Maria's ass and thighs slapped and bounced on me, her Asian pussy so wet and hot, demanding the gift of my white seed.

"Yes, yes, yessss," Maria whimpered, her breath coming out in short gasps. I fucked her slow and deep for what felt like forever while her body tensed and shook in a string of unending female orgasm. "I...cummmmiiiinnngggg! Uuhhhn, fuck me! Fuck your mare! Ohhhh Gott!"

My mare’s whole body went rigid, her face contorted into a lewd, unleashed look of womanly pleasure. Her nails dug deeper into my chest while her legs shook, pussy gushing all over me as it clenched like a suckling mouth, dripping down her well-fucked thighs.

"Uhhhh..." Maria moaned, panting. "Ah...ah..."

I gripped her shapely ass, her sweaty skin sticking to mine, and kept thrusting up into her, watching her shake and squeal, her pussy gripping and rippling around my cock. Like the good stud I was, I continued pumping against her womb until I couldn't hold back any longer.

I released the torrent of my seed into Maria with a deep cry. The sensation set her off again, body tense, back arched to give me a view of her leaking breasts and big belly, mouth opened wide, her eyes rolled up into her skull. She gasped, her fingers raking down my chest, and her pussy squeezed my cock hungrily, greedily milking me dry. I growled and thrust up into her one last time, pumping the last of my cum inside her cunt, Maria’s pregnant breasts and belly giving a final quiver above me.

She eased back down to lay next to me, nearly comatose from the pleasure, half-passed out. I kissed her sweaty head adoringly.

"Love you," she murmured.

"Love you too," I smiled.

We showered together, got changed, cleaned up, and went to the kitchen, both starving after our intense lovemaking session. Maria’s eyes sparkled as she suggested we make her favorite – chicken adobo and pork sisig. I’d loved it when she’d prepared it for us during Spring Break, but I’d never even touched a stove before. Someone’d always cooked for me.

My Filipina looked at me hopelessly when I expressed my reservations, taking my hand with a smile and leading me to the island in the center of the kitchen.

In the gentle hum of the Sukhumvit evening, Maria put me to work while she watched, leaning her hip against the counter in a gray maternity tank top, sweat shorts, and bare feet. Her almond-shaped eyes were hooded, amused and infinitely patient, her hand resting on her pregnant belly. Our maid started with the chicken adobo.

“Marinade very important!” she pursed her lips at me with a distinctly feline look, handing me a bowl filled with the appetizing scents of soy sauce, vinegar, crushed garlic, and peppercorns. As I mixed the ingredients, she guided my hands, showing me how to blend everything together seamlessly. I chopped the chicken, nearly cutting myself a few times while Maria laughed and teased.

“Ee! Careful, Carrrrl. Hiwain ang manok, hindi ang iyong mga daliri!" Something about me cutting my fingers off.

"Yeah, whatever," I muttered with a smirk, squinting in concentration as the knife flashed. “Walang problema!”

Maria giggled, her engorged breasts straining at her tank top, the maternity band riding high above her big distended belly. After I gave them a good marinate, the chicken pieces went into the pot. Every so often, Maria would lean in, nudging me to adjust the heat or add a bay leaf, her warm, sweet breath tickling my ear. It was honest and romantic and pretty fun just being with her – completely the opposite of the evil Banquet I’d come home from.

While the adobo began its slow simmer, releasing a mouth-watering aroma of chicken and garlic, we moved onto the sisig, the pork dish Maria claimed was her absolute favorite.

"It not as much work," she smiled, her eyes bright and eager.

"Oh thank God," I said, making a show of wiping sweat off my brow. "I don't know how much more work I can take."

"Hush, ah!" she laughed, giving my ass a firm smack. "Rich boy, you don't know any shit! Ito ang unang pagkakataon na gumawa ka ng anumang trabaho!"

I didn't totally understand it but I got the meaning – that I didn't know what real work was. It was delivered lovingly, but Maria was right. At least as her pregnancy progressed and it got much more difficult for her to work, I'd been helping out with the tougher stuff – vaccuming, mopping floors, carrying laundry, making beds – she had to show me how at first, but I didn't mind at all. When my lover was done with a long day, I'd started the routine of making a foot bath for her. Nothing like scented candles or anything, just a bucket filled with steaming water and some bath salts to soothe her swollen ankles and feet.

Ater I was put on rice duty, Maria stepped in to delicately chop onions, ginger, and chili, explaining the importance of finely dicing to release the flavor. I watched after I got the cooker going, captivated by the dance of her hands with the blade, so sure and yet so tender. She let me take over, sautéing the mix, then adding the diced pork belly. My secret wife laughed as a stray onion made me jump, wrapping her arms around me from behind guide my movements, her abdomen pressing into my hip and the counter. Maria chatted excitedly about the Phillipines and everything we’d do once we were there, so proud of her home and her culture. I couldn’t help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm.

“I love eat sisig and watch the sea from my home,” she said after a sampled mouthful. “Mm! You try now. Sarap-sarap!”

Once the pork was sautéed, we added vinegar, soy sauce, and chili. It smelled amazing as it sizzled, like fajitas at a restaurant but better. The finishing touch was the calamansi. Maria held one-half of the citrus fruit, demonstrating the right amount of pressure to squeeze without bursting it, and I followed suit. As the zesty juice mingled with the rich flavors of the sisig, I leaned down to kiss the side of Maria’s head.

"Smells fucking awesome," I told her.

The smile she gave me was like sunshine.

Maria sent me to set the table as she wrapped things up, waddling and bustling around with her huge protruding belly and the pad of her bare brown feet.

I put out the plates, cutlery, and placemats before sitting down to think about what I was going to tell my parents about the trip. I'd volunteer to go buy the tickets as part of being an adult, rite of passage, whatever. Then me and Maria would go to the travel agent...

I looked up to see Maria bringing in the adobo and pork sisig, smiling proudly, and I grinned.

"Well I could have gotten those, jeez."

"I preg-nant, not old wo-man!" she snorted, disappearing back inside again to return with a frosty pitcher of her amazing homemade lemonade and a pair of glasses. We sat together and ate – it was amazing. Simple fare compared to the grotesque excess of the Graduation Banquet, but delicious in its simplicity. It was made with our love.

"So good," I enthused, my mouth full as I wolfed it down.

Maria's face lit up, pleased, her caramel cheeks dimpling. She was glowing when she tried it herself. "Oo! Sobrang sarap diba? We make again for sure!"

The adobo and sisig were great, but the best part of dinner was Maria. I loved the way her dark almond-shaped eyes sparkled when she talked about something that excited her; her smile and the sound of her laugh. Her beautiful, expressive Asian face. She was so gorgeous, especially this pregnant with our kids.

When we were done, Maria gave me a mischevious look and got back to her feet, a hand supporting her back before she padded into the kitchen. She returned with a delicious-looking homemade chocolate fudge cake, presenting it to me with a big smile.

"Happy Graduation!" Maria beamed at me. "I make you cake, because flower bouquet too dumb for man."

"Wooooah! Thank you so much!" I enthused, mouth agape. "That looks so good!"

"Taste better," Maria said matter-of-factly before taking a bite, closing her eyes. She trembled lightly, her words a soft moan. "Umm. I love."

I watched her slyly. "Did you just…cum?"

"Maybe little," my mare answered in a small voice, flustered and embarrassed, hiding her face behind her hands.

I tried not to laugh. "Ohhh man. Gotta try this!"

The rich, chocolate flavor exploded on my tongue, and the icing melted, sweet and thick in my mouth.

"Damn, baby. This is the best cake I've ever tasted. Better than anything we could've gotten at the restaurant. I can't believe you made this yourself!" I gushed.

"For you. I know you love sweet thing," Maria smiled. "Not big present for you graduate, but at least make you tummy happy."

I stood up and wrapped my arms around her.

"I love you so much, Maria," I said, kissing her neck, my hands caressing her baby bump before I gave her a hug. "Thank you for all this. You made my night perfect."

She looked up at me, her eyes moist. "Really?"

"Really," I replied, kissing her on the lips, her mouth opening for me.

I didn't ever want to let her go. I couldn't. Life was just meaningless, without her; empty smiles and the endless pursuit of hollow accomplishments. Being one of them wasn’t really living. It was just chasing someone else’s dreams.

After we ate and washed up, we crashed on the couch. Maria sighed contentedly as she rested against me, her bare feet propped on the coffee table, and we watched TV in silence for a while, cuddling, her hand absentmindedly stroking her big round belly.

“Ohh!” Maria quipped as we settled on satellite NBC, clapping her hands. “Friends!!!”

“Can’t we, like, watch, King of the Hill or something?” I sighed, knocking my head back to glare up at the ceiling.

“No! I pregnant you baby, I choose show.”

I looked down at my Filipina, petting her soft, black hair; feeling her relax. After half an episode, she turned, and our lips met in a long, deep kiss, her hand on my chest. We made out for a long while, and I slid a hand up her thigh, then between her legs and Maria moaned softly into my mouth, her breathing getting heavier as my fingers worked over her covered sex.

"Carl," she gasped, breaking away, her cheeks flushed.

"You ok?" I asked, slowing my ministrations.

"Yes. I just feeling so sexy with you babies inside me," she admitted, her dark eyes sparkling, her big nipples erect beneath her gray tank top. She gave a little shudder. "I...want you have me, again."

Maria's slender hand found my crotch and cupped my growing erection as she gave me a familiar sultry, plaintive look that meant she needed to be tended to.

"Please..." she said, her voice barely audible, and I knew how much she wanted me. “Kantotin mo ako.”

"Come here, Maria," I said softly but with growing lust as I stood, gently pulling her to her feet and leading her back to my bedroom.

****

My parents came back late that night, Mother, exhausted from an evening of social conniving, posturing, and gloating, Dad, thoroughly wasted from all the top-shelf spirits and champagne. They didn't bother to check in on me, assuming I was still out at a party celebrating, when I was really sleeping next to Maria in the maid’s room, snuggled up to me content and full of their illicit, half-Filipino grandchildren.

The next day, I brought up my plan to go on Vincent's trip. Mother was ambivalent and aloof, too busy planning her own lavish vacation to the Maldives with her Foundation coterie to care what I did with my time now that I'd served my purpose as a successful Weiss-Vanderbilt merger and secured her Ivy League legacy.

Dad seemed to think I'd earned a boy's summer trip and didn't ask too many questions, just offered me some bullshit folksy advice about putting money in my shoe and always wearing a rubber.

Way too late for the second one.

Dad gave me six thousand dollars in an envelope to cover the airfare from Bangkok to Hong Kong and then Newark, admiring that I wanted to book flights myself, but warning me that I'd have to rough it in Business since Mother's trip was so expensive. With a wink and more unecessary East Coast charm, my dad privately promised me plenty of spending money for a graduation present.

A couple of days later, I went to a travel agent with Maria to book flights when both my parents were out. The agent seemed a little hesitant with how pregnant our housekeeper was but didn't say anything. My wife had gotten her passport back from the housekeeping agency now that her contract with my family was almost up. Maria was so happy to be going home with me and escape the relentless cruelty of my mother. I insisted on getting Business for both of us and flying Economy by myself to Newark at the end of the summer. She protested at the cost but in her condition, I wanted her to be as safe and comfortable as possible.

As the days went by and we came closer to the end of June, Maria was much more joyful. I knew she was anxious about the looming birth of the twins, but secure in the knowledge that I was truly supporting her and would be there every step of the way, she was excited to start a new chapter in our life. Now that school was over, I was getting more and more nervous about the birth. I released my pent up tension and apprehensive energy by hitting our compound’s clubhouse gym every day and checking out whatever information I could find on birth and infant care on Netscape Navigator.

Around the house, I started helping Maria with almost all of her duties when my parents were out – anything that required physical labor, including scrubbing fucking toilets. At first, Maria was totally against me taking over her workload, but in her heavily pregnant state and aching feet, she appreciated it so much. She also loved the extra attention I gave her. It wasn’t fun, but I cared about Maria so much that it didn’t bother me. Pretty funny that I turned into the maid myself.

Maria was always trying to seduce me. So joyful with her impending freedom, her sexual desires were just unleashed. She wanted to have sex constantly and was fucking horny all the time with late-pregnancy hormones racing through her slinky Filipina body. Sometimes we'd be cleaning together and she'd look over, giving me an enticingly sultry, grateful gaze. I'd drop what I was doing to fuck her hard and deep right there. Sometimes she'd come find me, grab my hips, and lower herself to her knees, freeing my teenage dick to suck and worship it, to swallow the seed that made her pregnant.

Or it might start as innocently as a kiss, deepened as her tongue flicked against mine, the swell of her distended belly pressed into me insistently. Her hand would go to my crotch, and she’d pull me by the groin to one of our bedrooms where we’d inevitably end up fucking. We were like a couple of animals in heat.

This late in the pregnancy, only two positions were most comfortable for my little Asian mare – from behind, or on top. My bedroom had this leaning mirror in the corner and I loved to watch her on her hands and knees as I took her, the huge brown globe of her distended belly hanging low, bucking and heaving, her leaking breasts slapping and swinging. The wanton rock of her hips, moaning, grinding herself against me, snarling and hissing in unbridled pleasure like a lusty, feral animal. I lusted after the sheath of her hairy pussy so deliciously tight around my cock, the muscles deep within her spasming and sucking and pulling on my shaft as she fucked me. Maria made the most erotic noises as we fucked, little snarls and hisses of pleasure, her voice cracking as she moaned.

My Filipina loved riding my dick. She would lean back and put her hands behind her on my legs, or put one arm behind her on the bed, her free hand caressing her enormous, tight, taut belly as she bounced her hips and drove herself up and down on my cock. Her furry cunt was so fucking tight and wet. Sometimes she'd reach down and rub her clit with her free hand while riding me, and other times I'd rub it for her, making her gasp and buck and come hard on my dick, her pussy clamping and squeezing me like a vice. It was like her body wanted to become even more pregnant, if that was somehow possible at this point.

One of the wildest times was when I was out playing laser tag in Mall 8 with some of the other graduates who still haunted the city. When I got home, Maria was just waiting for me in the living room, naked, cradling her big brown belly, tits so swollen and heavy with her pregnancy; caramel skin glistening with sweat, her nipples stiff and aching for my attention.

She just bent over against the couch and braced herself for me, spreading her legs wide, her huge belly and teats hanging low, pussy glistening, hairy mare cunt pulsing for my big white cock. She looked back at me with a desperate simmer in her eyes.

"Need you...please Carl..."

I had my pants off in a split second and was inside her, fucking her tight little Asian pussy with everything I had, and Maria gasped, her fingers digging into the fabric of the sofa. Her pussy was hot and slick and wet and I was pounding her so hard her big pregnant belly was swaying, fat tits swinging back and forth.

"Uh uh uhhhhh...harder, Carl! Harder! Fuck meee!"

I'd never seen Maria so desperate. It was like a wildfire had been set loose in her and it was blazing hot and bright, making her crazy for sex.

I was balls deep, thrusting into her, making her ass clap, and my Filipina wife was screaming her head off, her face contorted.

We were fucking and sweating and grunting and panting. She came so many times her juices were dripping down her thighs and splattering onto the floor, and she kept begging me for more. When I finally let our pregnant housekeeper finish, her cries of ecstasy were ringing through the house.

She was a mess, her dark hair stuck to her face, her caramel skin glistening with sweat, her big brown nipples erect and taut, her swollen breasts heaving. I collapsed onto the couch, trying to catch my breath. Maria looked up, her eyes glassy and unfocused, and she licked her lips, her breasts heaving and dripping milk as she panted, and I could tell she wasn't finished with me. After that, Maria and I had sex in the laundry room, her bent over the dryer and coming loudly as it rumbled underneath her, her pregnant belly and huge, full breasts slapping against the cold steel. We ended up on the dining room floor, Maria's legs on either side of me in the air, her big brown eyes staring up at me adoringly as she bit her lower lip and cried out with each thrust until I came in her what felt like the fifth time.

I wished it was just the two of us. My parents’ presence, when they were around, was more suffocating than ever.

My mother, still smug from my Princeton matriculation, went from making snide and stinging comments about Maria's condition in the morning to passive-aggressive compliments and veiled looks of disgust.

"My, my, Maria. You've put on so much weight, haven't you?" she would say with a condescending, tight-lipped smile. "I'm surprised you can even move these days, let alone take care of the house."

Or "Aren't you just looking radiant today, Maria? Oh, it just gets harder from here! I just can't imagine the birth."

The comments didn't faze Maria, who just rolled her eyes or smiled sweetly in reply. My Filipina wife knew she'd be home soon, with me, and it gave her strength and confidence to endure and ignore my mother's petty bullying. Mother would look to me, as if expecting support or validation, and when I'd stare her down or call her out on her cruelty, she'd bristle and give me this bitter, suspicious stare, but then move on. Even if my mom was too much of a bitch to admit it, Maria was an amazing housekeeper and cook and my parents would be lost without her.

We were less careful than before. It wasn't just that we were having sex several times a day, whenever we had the opportunity – we were always around each other, enjoying each other's company, our closeness as this part of our lives came to an end. I needed to be near her like I needed water or air. My mother started taking notice. At first it was just distasteful glares, but then she started making these shitty offhand comments.

‘Carl, you shouldn't be spending so much time with the help. It's unseemly.’

‘You're getting a bit too close with the maid these days. You do remember she's pregnant, don't you?’

‘I'm getting tired of you carrying on with Maria. Why on earth you enjoy her company is well beyond me.’

I either ignored Mother or gave her an angry glare. I had to hold myself back from snapping and saying something truly nasty. I don't know if she was jealous of Maria's fertility or the attention I gave her, or was just so batshit insane with paranoia, but she seemed to be watching us much more closely whenever she was around. Was she starting to suspect me instead of Dad? Or just thinking I was attracted to our pretty, pregnant housekeeper? I could feel the tension growing again, and this time it was directed at me.

Dad was getting worse, not better, with his apparent alcoholism. He was drinking so much he was drunk more often than not, and his mood was erratic. Some days, he was quiet and brooding, and others he was overly jovial and talkative. I felt partly responsible for fucking up our family and guilty every time my parents fought, but I had to remember that Mom was the one who went after my father like a crazy person.

It was okay though. I'd be leaving Bangkok behind soon with Maria, and the old Sukhumvit villa with all its drama and suffocating secrets.

****

My young life had gone through a lot of changes in the past year. I thought I'd settled into expat life and found some semblance of stability, but then something happened that just blew everything apart. It’d just turned July and we were a few days from getting on a plane to the Philippines. Maria and I were both starting to pack separately. It was a day like any other; I'd come back from using the clubhouse fitness center in my workout clothes, ready for a shower. I heard the TV blaring with my mother's soaps and grazed past Maria in the hallway, stealing a kiss and a grope of her breast, a caress of her pregnant belly.

I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and headed for the stairs, slowing when I heard Mother's panicked voice on the phone from the living room.

"What? What does that mean? Yes, yes, I'm trying to –" I heard the channels change with a buzz of static and discordant sound before they settled on a news report given by a female anchor.

"...financial storm appears to be brewing in Asia that's sending shockwaves throughout the global markets. It began when Thailand's central bank decided to float the Thai baht due to lack of foreign currency to support its peg to the US dollar. Overnight, the value of the baht plummeted, leading to panic selling of the currency..."

I felt a terrible sense of dread as the TV drew me in to stand in the doorway and watch the screen. CNN International broadcast. My mother was hunched over, riveted at the edge of the couch in her blue satin bathrobe, hair perfectly coiffed, martini glass in one hand, the corded dial phone receiver in the other.

The TV showed frantic Thai stock market traders and people lined up outside of banks all over the country. Footage shifted to the streets of Bangkok, where there were visible signs of economic distress. Store closure signs, distraught shopkeepers, and general public unease.

"The implications are far-reaching," the anchor continued. "The rapid decline of the baht has sent panic throughout Southeast Asia, with many fearing that other countries in the region could be affected. Already, stock markets in Hong Kong, Malaysia, the Philippines, and Singapore are showing signs of turmoil."

"Oh my god..." Mother hissed, biting her French nails as the phone dropped from her hand onto the carpet.

"Investors around the world are on edge, concerned about the potential spillover effect. Experts are predicting that this could be the beginning of a larger financial crisis in Asia, with the potential to impact economies globally." There was damning footage of various stock market boards in red, traders shouting and phones ringing off the hook.

Maria came up next to me, taking my hand in hers, covering her mouth as her eyes widened with shock. I squeezed it reassuringly. Mother was as pale as death, her knuckles clenched.

"The world watches with bated breath, wondering how deep and widespread the effects of this crisis might become. We'll continue to provide updates as we receive more information..."

"Oh GOD, Carl! CARL! Call your father right now!" my mom wailed, her voice a racing cry. Maria slinked away, pulling her hand from mine. We shared a frantic, silent look before she disappeared into the laundry room to wisely make herself scarce.

I was scared. I didn't know what the fuck was going on. I always felt like Thailand was restless, like the hot passion of its people was a ticking time bomb, but now it had blown up in the worst way. Was there going to be civil unrest? I knew there'd been plenty of military coups here in the past.

"Carl, NOW!"

"Yes, mom," I said, pulling out my Nokia to call my father. "Come on, Dad, pick up," I pleaded under my breath. The phone rang and rang, but no one answered.

"Where is he?" Mother shouted. "He's not picking up at his office!"

"What's happening, Mom?" I pressed, my voice filled with alarm.

She was crying, sobbing, her face red and puffy. "What do you think is happening, stupid boy? Your father's entire net worth depends on the markets. This is a financial crisis! Everything's going to hell in this fucking shithole of a country! Do you understand that?"

"I'm not stupid, Mom!" I shot back. "So the markets are down. They'll come back, won't they?"

"Carl," she hissed, standing and pointing her finger at me, her eyes blazing, perfect mascara smeared. "Everything your father has is investments in stocks and real estate here."

I just stood there in disbelief.

"It’s all based on the value of the baht!" Mother shrieked. "Don't you get it, Carlton??!" She threw her hands up, sobbing hysterically. "Our entire future, our life is tied to this shit, shit currency! If the markets fall, everything goes with them!"

She started ranting about the investments and their values. The Thai bonds, the stocks, real estate they'd bought around the city, in Phuket. Everything. Then she just collapsed onto her knees and wailed, the martini tumbling to spill from her nerveless fingers. I was angry at Mother, and hated what she'd become, but seeing her so broken and pathetic, I just went down to the floor and pulled my arms around her in a hug. I didn't know what else to do.

She sobbed into my arm, clutching and clawing onto me like she was drowning. She reeked of gin, the sharp smell of her perfume and hairspray incredibly unpleasant.

"Oh God, Carl...what are we going to do? What are we going to do?"

"I...I don't know, Mom," I admitted in a whisper, rubbing her back. She was shaking.

Eventually, Mother brushed me off of her and gave me a tearfully thankful, if slightly reproachful look. She went back to watching the news, transfixed as she began calling the Foundation mothers to commiserate, to organize, to try to find answers. I was at a loss. The baht was in freefall. The more mom had explained, the worse it sounded.

How many millions of dollars did my parents have in the local banks? Millions in investments? It was staggering. Did this mean I wasn't going to Princeton anymore? Was all the money I was giving Maria going to disappear? What would happen to her, to our kids? I felt tears well up as I sat on the bottom of the stairs, my face in my hands.

I'd...I'd figure something out. I'd work in the Mindanao rice fields for her. I'd collect fucking coconuts if I had to.

I found Maria in the kitchen.

"I scared, Carl," she said, hugging her sides. I held her close.

"It'll be okay, Maria," I whispered, feeling the wetness of her eyes. I pulled back and wiped her tears. "You trust me, right?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation. "I love you, Carl."

"I'll get us home," I assured her. "I'll keep you all safe, no matter what."

Later that afternoon, I heard the screech of car tires as my father drove his luxury sedan into the driveway, nearly crashing it into the side of the house. A few minutes later, the front door slammed open and he walked in, looking haggard. What hair he had left on his balding head was a mess and his face was a shell-shocked mask of desperation.

"Hey Champ," he said tersely, breezing past me. He was dressed in a white dress shirt, collar unbuttoned and tie loosened, black pants and loafers. "Ruth!" he called out. "RUTH!"

"Where have you been, Donald?" Mother cried from the living room. "Have you been listening to the news? Tell me we can do something. Tell me!"

I edged closer to the doorway and watched in secret. My father shook his head and burst into tears. My heart sank. Dad looked crushed, his face contorted and eyes reddening. Despite all their animosity and mistrust, Mother ran up and threw her arms around him, and they embraced.

"It's all gone, Ruth," he wept, holding her tight.

"What are we going to do?" Mother whimpered. "Oh fuck, Donald..."

I recoiled from the door and ran up to my room. I felt like a little kid again, despite everything, sitting on my bed and hiding with my Walkman around my ears, drowning out the terror all around me.

My mother and father went into a flurry of activity that day. Given an awful, existential threat, they pulled together to try to find solutions. Dad was making a series of frantic calls on the landline, talking loudly and pacing, trying to save whatever he could. Mom was on her cell phone, screaming at our people to cash out and liquidate anything left. Neither of them had spoken to me directly since the morning, but that was fine; I just wanted to stay out of their way.

When the evening rolled around, Maria had made us some delicious-smelling Phad Thai, Khao Soi, and steamed barramundi on banana leaf for dinner. When I went to check on my parents and call them to take a break and come eat, I found both of them asleep from exhaustion on the couch, holding each other, papers, binders, and vital documents strewn about the coffee table in front of them. The TV had the CNN International newscast playing on mute while my father had a collection of 80s songs emanating quietly from the fancy sound system. His favorite since we moved to Thailand was currently filling the silence of the room.

‘...One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster

The bars are temples, but the pearls ain't free

You'll find a god in every golden cloister

And if you're lucky, then the god's a she

I can feel an angel sliding up to me...’

My parents had always seemed so in control of their lives, of their destinies and mine. Now I saw that they were as powerless in the face of this thing. They didn't know what was going to happen any more than I did. It was really scary. I frowned as I stood there, taking pity on them both. At least this disaster looked like it was bringing them back together in a strange way.

'...One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble

Not much between despair and ecstasy

One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble

Can't be too careful with your company

I can feel the devil walkin' next to me...'

Maria and I ate in silence in the kitchen, the only sounds being the scrapes of our chopsticks and clink of porcelain bowls. She'd already eaten while preparing dinner, and it was mostly for me, although she did share the meal and take a few bites here and there. Maria looked a little sad, and I reached across the island to hold her hand. A worried frown creased her beautiful face. There wasn't anything to say though.

Exhausted ourselves from a day of worry, we cleaned up and I helped Maria get ready for bed. My parents woke and barely ate, working well into the night. After they finally went to bed, I came to see Maria and we made love gently to comfort each other. I held her naked body close as we spooned, our bodies beaded with sweat, my hand caressing her pregnant belly. I lost myself with the soft warmth of her flesh, the wonderful smell of her skin and long raven hair, the gentle motions of our children under my palm, and her rhythmic, feminine breathing. I hated to creep back into my room, to leave her at the crack of dawn, but we weren't free yet.

Over the coming days, the economy went from bad to worse. The baht had completely collapsed. People were out protesting in the streets. I just tried to keep Maria calm and let her know she was loved. For some reason, I felt like the stress might make her go into fucking labor or something. The media was filled with dire warnings and speculation, and it was the only thing people were talking about. Most of my friends had already left the country, but those lost souls that remained like me were either being sheltered from the truth or freaking out themselves.

It was all so surreal, like we were all living in a bad dream. My mother and father were still trying to save the family's wealth – Dad's contracts had evaporated almost overnight, leaving him without a job. I'd heard mention of prospects in Shanghai and Beijing, with China still being relatively stable and firms offering lucrative posts for people like him.

With two days until the flight, Mother was increasingly erratic. She'd go into a panic at each new development in what the world was starting to call the Asian Financial Crisis. It all came to a head when I went upstairs after breakfast and cartoons to find my mom rifling through my room. She was in some pastel Chanel loungewear and slippers, her hair pulled back into a severe bun, eyes wild, motions frenzied.

"What the hell, Mom!" I shouted. She was dumping my backpack out onto the floor and looking at the clothes strewn about the bed.

"Your passport, Carl,” she snapped in a condescending bark. “We need it in case we have to evacuate! Where the fuck did you put it in this pigsty of a room?" Her voice rose to a near shriek.

I just stood there, dumbstruck at how crazy things were getting. Before I could stop her, she was pulling out my bed and checking behind it when her whole body froze. Mother hunched over the corner of the frame and used a fallen pencil to fish something out with a gasp.

It was one of Maria's black maternity panties, encrusted with both our dried cum.

Mother’s face blanched, mouth working with revulsion and horror as she stared at the incriminating piece of clothing like it were a dead animal. "Oh god, this is disgusting! Carl, did you have a girl here??"

I was terrified, frozen with panic. My heart pounded in my ears. I couldn't find words to speak. It must have happened weeks ago; I didn't even remember. We must have gone into the shower after and fucked again somewhere else...of all the fucking ways to finally get caught, this?

As my mom scrutinized the offending piece of fabric, her brow furrowed, eyes narrowing. Like a car crash in slow motion, I could see her putting the pieces together and I was powerless to stop it. Her jaw worked silently. I knew that expression. It was like a mother cobra, coiled and ready to strike.

"...these are Maria's, aren't they."

Of course she hadn't seen it earlier. Wouldn't have ever seen it if it wasn't for this. Mother was so consumed by the idea of a perfect family and a perfect son that if she'd actually paid attention to the real me instead of an idealized work in progress she'd have seen it right in front of her eyes from the start. Mother's nostrils flared as she got a good stale whiff of Maria's cunt and my cum. She reared back in disgust, throwing the panties on the ground and wiping her hands on the bedspread.

"Jesus Christ, Carl!" she snarled, baring her teeth.

"I...I..." I stammered, not knowing what to say, my mouth opening and closing uselessly.

"Did you...oh gooooddddd..." she suddenly moaned, her voice dropping an octave as the shame and outrage dawned on her. She clutched her chest and reeled, like she was struck by a physical blow. “With her…the help…?”

Then her eyes widened more and her voice dropped to a hiss of a whisper as her mind spinned and lashed out in horror at the next frantic leap of logic.

"Are her children...? Nhh...NO! No nono...ooh nooo!"

She stood up and faced me, her hands shaking as she balled them into fists. The shock and betrayal in her eyes was unbearable. She searched my eyes, my face, but she could see the truth without me even speaking a lie.

She knew.