Finally they arrive at the gate of their gated community. Becky rolls down her window and enters the passcode on the gate’s security panel allowing them to enter the wealthy neighborhood. As they drive down the quiet road, each house is even nicer than the one before it.
Becky looks out her window as they pull up to their house “Home sweet home!”
Their house is a large 3 story minimansion in the Hollywood hills, easily the nicest house in the neighborhood. By all accounts the Wreckhermuller family is white trash, so how could they afford such a nice house? Turns out Becky had by a stroke of luck and won the lottery a few years back shortly after her husband died. Most lottery winners lose their money to frivolous spending or drug habits within the first few years, but Becky has simple needs and a great accountant.
Becky turns around to face her son “Honey, why don’t you show Jose inside the house while I take the car into the garage?”
“Whatever you say mom.” replies Brad.
Brad reaches across Jose to open the car door and pushes him out onto the grass head first
“Oops” he says “Come on beaner boy, let me show you around the house.”
Brad picks jose by up by the back of his shirt and shoves him forward towards the door. He sticks his key in the large stain glass door and swings it open, revealing the luxurious interior of the house. The house is lined with fine artwork and tasteful furniture. Closing the door behind him, Brad knocks back his fist getting ready to unload his rage onto Jose’s already bruised face. But before he gets the chance, his mother steps through the garage door.
“What the fuck mom? You couldn’t give me and the taco head a few minutes of privacy for, you know, bonding or whatever. I wanna get to know the little guy.”
“Sorry baby, you’ll get plenty of time for that later, but now we have to eat. I’m starving.”
“Ughh fine. Come here then you little shit head.” says Brad as he wraps his strong right arm around Jose’s thin neck. Brad rubs the knuckles of his other hand hard against the top of Jose’s head, causing him to wince in pain.
“You’re already a wetback, don’t be a crybaby too. In America we call this a noogie and it’s normal for friends to do this to each other.”
Sonya can’t help but laugh as Brad excerpts his force over her own son. Her huge tits jiggle as she does so
“Strong boy. Very good.” says the Latina mom in slow broken English
“That’s enough son, you’re being too rough with him.” shouts Becky, interrupting her son’s fun
“I was just joking around, mom, it’s no big deal. Look I’ll let him go.” replies the chubby white boy
Brad releases his grip on Jose’s neck and walks towards the kitchen.
“Start making dinner, mom. I haven’t eaten all fucking day and if I don’t have some fucking friend chickin in my face within the next 15 minutes I swear to Christ I’ll burn this fucking house down.”
“My son is only kidding” assures Becky to Jose, who looks increasingly worried. “Why don’t you head to the guest room to change, I bought some clothes that will fit a nice young man like you perfectly.”
Becky turns to talk to Sonya, who is gazing at Brad in the other room. Sonya can’t help but feel attracted to the young man. The only time Sonya had been sexual with a white man was when she sucked James’s cock to get freedom for her and her son. But for Brad, she feels something she has never felt for the men in her home country. Sonya imagines Brad squeezing her gigantic ass cheeks from behind like she’s never done before. Becky lightly pulls her hand to guide her to Brad’s room where some clothes have been laid out for her to change into.
Sonya steps into the boy’s room and Becky closes the door behind her. Sonya immediately notices the nice blue yoga pants laid out on Brad’s bed and the tight low cut white shirt on the stand right beside the door. However, most of her attention is focused on the posters on the walls. Brad’s room is a striking contrast to the rest of the house. There’s a large red swastika posted on the wall right above the bed with a Confederate flag hanging right beside it. On the opposite side of the room, There’s a mural of a Klansman with the quote “The White race will never lose its superiority to the savages beneath us.” Sonya then notices that the Klansman in the picture is standing on the neck of a Mexican man with a black man hanging from a tree behind them. On the two other walls are several posters of half naked latino and asian women, all with big asses and tits, just like hers.
“Ay dios mio!”
Sonya begins to strip off her clothes, starting with her red dress. She pulls the top over her head and slides it down. The dress snags on her tits as she pulls it down. She has to pull hard to get it to stretch past her massive breasts. She has to pull even harder to get it past her round smooth brown butt. What Sonya doesn’t know is that Brad is peeking in through a crack in the door.
“Haha, I was right. She isn’t wearing a bra.” he whispers to himself as he slowly grips his growing cock through his shorts. “Fuck her tits are huge. How the fuck does she carry them on her thin waist? I need to get a closer look.”
Brad barges in and Sonya covers her hands over her nipples.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing in my room? You get a look at the walls yet? You can see I don’t fucking want Spics like you in this world, unless you’re here to serve my superior white cock.”
Sonya back up against the wall with the Klansman
“Let’s get one thing straight, border rat. You are here to serve me, not the other way around.”
Brad grabs her waist with his left hand and her exposed breast with the other. Her nipples harden on being touched. Brad leans in a shoves his tongue down her throat.
“It’s considered rude not to kiss your host in America, spic. Just go along with it and everything will be fine. Understand?”
Sonya tries to piece together a response with the limited English she knows “Yes...I um… I understand sir”
“Good, then we won’t have a problem” Brad spanks her ass hard, leaving a red mark and causing her fat ass to shake.
“That’s how we do things in America, chile sucker. Get fucking used to it.”
Brad leaves the room and Sonya finishes changing. Sonya is surprised by her first introduction into American culture, but she likes it so far.
Brad begins to head over to the guest room to finally get some alone time with Jose. Brad has been waiting way too long to finally lay into him. Brad pulls on the door, but Jose has locked it.
Brad slams his fist on the door “Hey fuckface, open this door right fucking now. I’m gonna kick your brown ass. The longer this door stays shut, the worse it’s gonna get for you, now open it!”
Jose is scared out of his mind. If he opens the door now there’s no telling what kind of torture Brad will put him through. His only hope is to hide in the room until somebody comes to rescue him from the white bully.
Sonya steps out of Brads room now, wearing the tight white top and the thin yoga pants. It’s a miracle that her tits don’t just pop out of the undersized shirt. She makes her way to Brad and has a concerned look on her face.
“Hijo, debes ser respetuoso con estas personas blancas o nos echarán. Abre la puerta ahora.”
Jose slowly approaches the door to face his abuse. To his surprise, Brad doesn’t immediately begin to beat him. Instead, he turns to his mother and kisses her deeply in the mouth. Sonya wraps her arms around the white man she’s falling for. She doesn’t know why, but something about him makes her pussy soaking wet. Jose looks at what’s going on hating every second of it.
Her mom looks at her angry son and smiles while wiping Brad’s spit from her chin. She doesn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes lets her son know that she’s accepted her place in the house, and he should as well.
“You should learn from your mother if you know what’s good for you. You’re shit colored garbage and don’t fucking forget it. This is my house and I don’t have any respect for you or your cocksucking mother.”
Brad’s rant has got jose on the brink of tears, and his mother falling in love.
“Watch this, spic” Brad orders Jose as he shoves his hands into the back of Sonya’s pants, forcefully putting his middle finger up her tight ass. Sonya’s never had anybody in her ass before and finds it painful, but it turns her on at the same time. Her pussy starts to leak and she runs off to the kitchen to join Becky in preparing the food.
While Brad is distracted by watching Sonya’s fat brown ass bounce as she runs, Jose takes the opportunity to escape to the third floor. All the rooms are locked but he manages to find an open bathroom to hide in. Brad chases him down and catches busts through the door right before Jose could lock it.
The door swings open into the room knocking Jose onto his back “You thought you could run from me, wetback?”
Brad grabs Jose by his neck with only his left hand and holds him up with one hand while choking him. Jose’s small weight is nothing to Brad.
“Our moms are downstairs. Nobody can fucking help you now you little piece of shit.” shouts Brad, “You’re in big fucking trouble now!”
Brad slams Jose against the wall hard enough to break the tiles and knock the wind out of Jose’s lungs. Before Jose can recover, Brad pummels his face with a flurry of punches. Brad’s massive fists collide with Jose’s right cheek, then his jaw, then his right ear, then his nose. Brad drops jose to the ground to lay in a puddle of his own blood. Brad unzipps his pants and takes a long piss into the toilet. Jose listens to the sound of piss hitting the water for 2 minutes straight while Brad empties his bladder and puts his cock away.
“Take a deep breath, pepperbelly” and with that, Brad grabs Jose by the back of his head and shoves his face into the piss filled toilet. Jose squirms and fights but is powerless against Brad, who while one year younger is 10 times stronger. Brad holds his head in the piss for 2 minutes, Jose is about to drown. Brad continues to punch Jose in the ribs with his free hand while holding his face down.
Right before Jose can’t take it anymore and drowns in his bully’s piss, Brad pulls back his hand and allows Jose to lift his head from the toilet bowl to catch his breath.
“You like my piss bitch? You better fucking learn to like it because you’ll be drinking a lot of it from now on. I’m gonna empty my balls onto your mother's face and then spray my piss onto you hahahaha.”
Meanwhile, Sonya and Becky are setting the table for dinner.
“Dinner’s ready, boys!” shouts Becky from the first floor.
“Clean your ass up and get down to eat, pissface. If you tell my mom what happened I’m going to break both your arms.”
Jose stands up and washes Brad’s piss and his own blood off of his face in the sink. Jose has never been more humiliated, and wishes he could go back to the cage at this point. When those kids beat him up and covered him in piss, at least they wouldn’t fuck his mom after, which he’s sure Brad would do now.
Jose creeps his way down the stairs to see everybody else already eating. Becky has saved a seat for Jose right next to his mom, whos sitting across from the bully who just shoved his face in the toilet. Jose quietly makes his way to the table and begins to eat his food in complete silence. While Jose eats, he notices his mom flirting with Brad from beneath the table, playing footsie and smiling at eachother.
“Excuse me, I have to use the restroom.” says Becky as she gets up from the table, leaving Jose alone with his mom and his tormentor.
“Hey dumbass, get up and trade seats with me. When my mom gets back, tell her that you wanted to sit next to her to show your gratitude. Do it or you’ll be sorry.”
Brad gets up and Sonya almost pushes her own son out of his seat because she’s so excited to sit next to brad. Jose scurries to his new seat before Brad gets close enough to punish him for taking too long. Brad sits down next to the Latina mother and takes out his cock. Sonya looks down and sees the massive dick sticking up pointing directly at her. Without saying a word, she grabs his cock and begins stroking it. Jerking off Brad causes her breasts to jiggle with each stroke. Jose notices what's going on, but knows there’s nothing he can do about it. After 5 minutes of giving Brad a handjob, Becky finally makes her way back.
“Aww, you wanted to sit next to me, Jose. That’s so sweet.” Says Becky as she sits next to her young guest.
Brad puts away his cock and finishes his meal.
Brad stands up and excuses himself from the dining room, “Alright, I’m done. I’ll be in my room. Thanks for the food mom.”
Jose doesn’t want to finish his plate but stays seated until his mother finishes hers. After finishing, Becky takes away the dishes while Jose and Sonya get ready for their bath. They’ve always taken baths together in Mexico as a way of bonding. It’s weird for a boy to do that with his mom, but Jose is a sissy and is scared to be alone.
While Sonya and her son get ready for their bath, Brad is getting ready to finish his plan and finally fuck Jose’s mommy. They go into the same bathroom where Brad had previously pummeled Jose’s face and strip naked. Even though Sonya has seen it many times before, she still can’t help but laugh at Jose’s tiny penis. It’s not even half the size of Brad’s superior white manhood. Jose gazes longingly at his mother’s naked body. The curves of her ass and thick thighs are majestic. They get the water running and the mother begins to wash her son off. She sees all his bruises and marks from being beaten, but she doesn’t care at all. Her mind is distracted by fantasizing about sucking Brad’s monster cock.
As if Sonya’s dreams were being answered, Brad busts through the bathroom door completely naked, his cock bouncing side to side as he kicks the door open. Sonya pushes her son out of the way and lunges herself at Brad’s dick to suck it. She finally gets to taste the delicious white prick she’s been dreaming about for hours.
“Mama, please stop!” protests Jose as she completely forgets his existence.
Shut up, spic! Your fucking beaner mother loves my cock way more than she’s ever loved you. She’s never even given a shit about you in the first place, she just needed the right cock to realize it. The kind of cock only a white man can provide. Now sit back and watch you mom suck my cock. Stay quiet, and I might not give you a broken arm when I’m done with her tonight. Haha you’re such a fucking wimp!”
Sonya rubs her perfect pussy while she services Brads erection. Jose cries and begs his mother to stop. Sonya looks her son in the eyes, but continues to suck the white cock in front of her. She’s chosen perfect white cock over her own shitskin son. Sonya takes Brad’s cock out of her mouth and puts it between her soapy tits.
“Fuck yeah, I’m gonna fuck your moms titties, wetback. Get a good fucking look while she strokes my cock with the same tits you sucked on as a baby.”
“That’s it!” shouts Jose in a desperate act of defiance. “I’ve had enough! Leave my mother alone!”
Jose charges at Brad in a delusional moment of courage. Brad punishes Jose for daring to defy his white master by clocking him square in the nose, breaking it and causing Jose to fall headfirst directly onto the floor. Jose lies bloody and dizzy underneath Brad’s cock as his mother continues to suck it. Sonya’s spit and Brad’s precum drip onto Jose’s face as she slurps his meat. Her tits sway right above Jose’s face. He can’t help but be turned on by his mom’s body, even if she doesn’t give a single fuck that her son is passing out right beneath her.
Jose wakes up drowsy and nauseous laying on the guest bed. His mother is sitting right beside him dressed in black lingerie. It takes a few seconds for Jose’s eyes to adjust to the light before he notices that his mother’s face is covered in Brad’s semen. He realizes that she must have sucked him to completion right on top of him after he passed out, and she’s kept the cum on her face the entire time since then.
“lo siento, mijo, desearía que Brad no me hiciera elegir entre él y tú, pero me siento más cómodo con él.”
She leans over to kiss her son on the forehead, leaving behind a puddle of Brad’s come on his face.
“Adios” She says as she leaves her son on the bed to writhe in his pain.
It drives Jose crazy that Brad gets to fuck his mom instead of him. Watching his mom’s hips and ass as she walks Jose gives him a tiny little erection, the first one he’s ever gotten from her. In addition to the pain of having his head bashed and his nose broken, he’s only starting to realize what a sexy slut his mom is, and he wants her all to himself. But a weak spic like him can’t have her. Only white men can have her, and that’s exactly how she wants it.
After 10 minutes, Jose finally builds up the strength to get up from his bed and goes over to Brad’s room. He hears crazy wild sex sounds coming from the room filled with Nazi posters.
In between sloppy noises of flesh colliding and moans from his mother, he hears Brad degrade her “Take that cock you Bean eating slut.” “I’m gonna make you eat my cum like you eat tortillas down in your shithole country.” “You’re a fucking cockriding beaner slut.” “All you rats are good for is taking dick.”
Jose cries in desperation and knocks loudly on the door, trying to get his mother away from the crazy racist. In response, the moans and sex sounds only get louder.
“Yes papi! Fuck me papi!” “Give me that cock papi! “Fuck my pussy daddy!” screams his mom as Brad plows her with his 8 inch meat.
Jose knocks on the door as hard as he can, but gets interrupted by Becky.
“Please don’t knock so hard on my door, sweety. Just let my son have his fun, okay? Your mom wants it and he isn’t hurting anybody.”
Jose notices that Becky is also wearing lingerie, but hers is white and way too tight for her flabby body. She’s even more repulsive naked than she was dressed.
“Why don’t you come back to my room and keep my company, sweet boy.”
Jose runs away, but he has nowhere to go except out the 3 story window. If he jumps out he’ll break his legs and be sent back to his cage, but he’d rather go through that then look at Brad’s disgusting mother for one more second. Jose gets ready to jump, but Becky grabs his legs and pulls him back in.
“You’re coming with me to make me very happy, little boy, hehehe” cackles Becky as she drags him back to her master bedroom. Jose is forced to listen to his mother cumming again and again to Brad’s cock as Becky strips him naked and shoves his head into her disgusting holes. Jose wants to die, but he can’t even escape through that. He’s trapped in American hell forever
