Attracting Flies

As always, the warnings.

This is a futa story.

This is an interracial story. Raceplay, even.

And, finally, this was done with no AI.

This is just something a little dommy I cooked up.

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The children of this generation could be really disappointing.

It almost felt like society got worse and worse from generation to generation. Like the protections and expectations of old deteriorated when it was the children's turn to be parents. Logically, it stood to reason that all generations of old felt the same way, no matter how far back you went, but a sentiment shared did not have to be wrong in all cases.

Or, yes, correct for that matter.

Sandra, who was a divorcee of 39, had her own reasons to believe that, in her case, she was.

She was a woman whose roots were only starting to gray what was otherwise a profound gold. Even then, she dyed those bitches right away. Her hair was thick and curly, which had ever been a source of attraction but had the unfortunate side effect of giving her an afro. A fabulous golden afro, to be fair, but the height of beauty was hair that fell down like a waterfall. So she was forced to tame it.

Her eyes were a clear gray that, in her experience, was the single thing that people found the most bewitching. She didn't begrudge them their tastes, be she rather thought she had so much more to admire.

Like her perfect straight nose.

Or her pert slim lips.

Her cheeks were high, and her face framed into a slim chin; a picture of picturesque beauty even if the color of her eyes had been occluded.

But that was just her face.

There was a whole lot of woman south of it.

At 5 foot tall, 8 inches high, she was a woman who regularly exercised. Her limbs were slim but shapely, and her stomach actually had abs. Her thighs bulged with years of squats, and her ass were two boulders of pure muscle.

So yes, she had that health glow.

But let's be real, she was also sexually gifted.

Stretching an F-cup, her breasts were so large that they had momentum of their own and almost swung her when she was turning. Her hips were wide, so much so that even with her noticeable shoulders, her silhouette still drew an inverted triangle.

Her creamy white skin held no blemishes despite a lifetime of the sun trying otherwise, and her voice was a perfectly pitched, smokey tone.

When she went out, she turned heads. When she spoke, she turned ears. Her attention was in demand. Her favor? Bliss.

And it had to be: She would not have been able to land her ex-husband if she didn't have any of those qualities.

Not when the pathetic bastard had a dick smaller than hers.

Because, yes, she was so physically blessed that she even had a set of dick and testicles. Ones so huge and so large that her husband was surprised when she gave birth to their daughter.

But then, he'd always been rather insecure.

She was honestly better off without that insecurity looming over her.

But the tranquility of her life could not last long, even without the burden of a husband.

Not when you had a growing daughter to take care of.

"Hey, Mom," Alice, the one precious thing that Sandra had created with her own womb, said. She picked up a lot from her, as well she should. Blonde, pretty, and white, about the only thing she was missing was Sandra's gray eyes. But Sandra supposed her daughter had to get something from her father, "Have you seen Jean? She said she was going to get something."

"Homework, right?" Sandra asked, pride welling up in her breast at how dutiful her daughter really was.

"Yeah," Alice perked up, "So did you see her?"

"I believe she needed to go home," Sandra told her, "Said her parents called her."

"So why isn't she picking up?" Alice pulled out her cellphone at frowned at it.

"She also said that her phone was out of batteries," Sandra smoothly replied.

"This fucking bitch," Alice clicked her tongue.

"Language!" Sandra chided her.

"Yeah, yeah," Alice waved her off, "Gonna go and, I don't know, see if I can get everything done myself."

"Or some shit like that," the apple of Sandra's eye grumbled as she walked off to her room.

Sandra sighed with all the patience of an understanding mother: Teenagers sure were hard to handle.

A muffled voice came below her.

"Hmm?" Sandra quirked an eyebrow, "Who said you could stop sucking?"

The muffled voice complained.

"Yeah, no," Sandra frowned and twitched her hips back.

Taking her cock out of the girl's mouth.

At one and a half foot long, it had proven to be a decent challenge for the girl and a nice way for her to prove her worth. Unfortunately, the 18-year-old proved to be as disappointing as the rest of her generation.

She only managed to suck Sandra's fist-sized mushroom head into her mouth and even THAT had been a challenge. And she dared backtalk now?

They were done.

"No, please!" the dark-skinned girl begged.

She was a slim, rather unfortunate thing. At 5 foot and 4 inches of height, she didn't need to do a whole lot of kneeling to get down to Sandra's crotch level. Her eyes were big, her nose was short, and her lips were very big, but all of those things were marred:

Thick-rimmed circle glasses sat on her nose, ruining the profile of her face. Braces were currently working to align her teeth, ruining her smile.

Two long braids of coarse black hair hung from her head, ruining her style.

She looked like what she was: a hopeless black nerd.

Upon rising, the black girl didn't look much better: she was skinny. Very skinny. Her breasts would not have filled more than a B-cup, and her hips and ass could not have extended more than her weak shoulders, which wasn't a lot.

She didn't have a lot for Sandra to fill her hands, nor did she have much to grab a hold of. Out of pity, Sandra gave her a chance, but-

"I'll do anything!" Jean begged again.

"Please!"

-Sandra sighed.

"Turn around then," she told the girl, "Let's see if you are worth it."

Jean squealed and did as Sandra ordered. Despite pre-cum rolling down her chin, she braced herself against the countertop of the kitchen and reached behind her.

Pulling her skirt over her small ass.

Sandra rolled her eyes as she pulled her panties aside; skirts should either be thigh length, knee length or go all the way down to the ankles. How Jean had it, stopping between her knees and ankles, just made her seem as if she had ill-fitting clothes!

Whatever.

The fist-sized glans that she put against the dark purple pussy lips did not look like it could fit inside. Like it could not possibly happen.

But then, if Jean's pussy couldn't take her, well, that would be the last strike against her.

So Sandra pushed on.

"Fuuuuuuck," Jean moaned as her pussy lips slowly spread around Sandra's dick. Sandra's mushroom head squeezed down to fit, of course, but, after a while, it was up to the young black girl to take her in.

"Buckle up," Sandra warned the teenager when she was pretty sure Jean's pussy was done stretching as much as it naturally would.

"Y-yes," Jean nodded.

And then Sandra, using ALL of her strength and 165 pounds of weight... slammed her cock into her.

Jean's mouth opened on a wordless "o" as Sandra's glans rubbed the insides of her vagina as it was FORCED to expand.

A small hymen provided some evidence that the black girl had some value, but she would at least have to stay conscious throughout this whole thing if she wanted to clinch it.

"Hmm, the tightness is fine, a-at least," Sandra grunted as she expanded Jean's stomach with her cock, her hands grabbing tight on her ass.

"Yes, t-thank you!" Jean breathed out even as she did her best to keep her mouth shut.

Because, needless to say, if Alice found that Sandra was fucking one of her friends, the relationship would be over.

"But don't get ahead of yourself!" Sandra said, "Let's see if your womb is just as submissive!"

Being an old hand at fucking, it wasn't long before the white milf felt the cervix of the black teenager with the tip of her cock. A whole half foot of dick was still hanging out of Jean's black pussy and, quite obviously, that just wouldn't do.

Her uterus would just have to open up.

"I'll give you three tries," Sandra told her as she withdrew, the tunnel that she had forced Jean's vagina into being retaining much of its new shape, "three tries to get your womb to open up, do you understand?"

"I-I'll do it!" Jean promised, "It'll open up!"

Without saying anything else, Sandra again used all of her strength to slam her cock into Jean.

The black girl had to cover her mouth to avoid screaming.

"HMMMPH!" still came out as Sandra's glans smashed into the cervix, but only managed to leave a dent in it. Nothing but a slight collapse going inward.

"That was your first chance," Sandra grunted as she withdrew again, "Try and make it happen on the second."

And then she slammed again, using all of her weight, all of the muscles in her thighs, abs, and ass to thrust her dick like a battering ram into the black girl's womb again.

This time, the cervix stretched back, elongated with the inertia of Sandra's blow... but it was still holding on.

"M-more," there were tears coming out of Jean's eyes, "One more time. I'll do it this time, p-please!"

"This is your last chance," Sandra mercilessly warned her.

But, well, the milf wasn't completely without pity.

So, this time, she withdrew her dick until only the tip was still inside of Jean's cunt.

And then, swinging around with all the speed and power that she possibly could, she crashed into her rebellious cervix again.

And this time?

This time, with a loud but wet "POP" Jean's cervix collapsed.

And Sandra invaded her womb.

"FU-" Jean began to scream but, since she did do what Sandra demanded of her, the white milf covered her mouth with her hand.

"Well-" Sandra sternly said-then she chuckled, "I guess you win."

"Become one of my baby mamas," Sandra ordered her as the white milf withdrew again, just outside her womb, and then fucked it straight up.

Unlike before, these were short, brief thrusts that allowed her to grind her hips on Jean's small ass. This was allowing her to feel, for lack of a better word, "complete" as she used the black girl's whole reproductive system to envelope her cock.

There was a price to be had for this, of course, which Sandra started feeling: Her testicles were clenching, and she was about to blow.

"Carry it to term," Sandra moaned as she smashed her cock as far into Jean's uterus as it would go and promptly inflated her uterus with her futa cum.

There was no doubt on the blonde milf's head that there was an ovum floating in there for her. Or that Jean's ovaries would promptly spit one out just for her if there weren't. She could imagine it, the sole ovum of black DNA suddenly being swarmed by her white, feminine sperm cells.

In her mind's eye, she saw how it was swarmed and penetrated by a multitude of her swimmers, all eager to improve her race with Sandra's own. And the last burst of her semen was as she envisioned one singularly superior sperm cell managing to get past the cell walls of the ovum.

And managed to make the newest generation of her children.

"So, how was it?" Sandra sighed as the last burst of her cock was safely deposited on Jean's uterus.

An uterus that had inflated so much that it had made her stomach drag under the black girl, making her look wrong.

"T-thank you for giving me a chance," the nerdy black girl got out, proving that she hadn't fainted, "I-I am glad to be of use!"

Sandra grunted with approval.

Then she grabbed Jean by her pigtails and dragged her face back down to her crotch.

"Well then, finish the job," the white milf said with a large smile, feeling as though this was just another step into rectifying this shitty generation.

And, proving her right, the black girl proceeded to not only take her glans into her mouth.

But her whole cock.

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Alice, throughout the years, had gained more than a few friends.

Being that the school district that she and Sandra lived in had changed when Alice was little, she had grown up around substandard peers.

Peers that just didn't measure up.

So Sandra had taken it on herself to make sure that they were worthy of her daughter.

"Mom!" Alice surprised Sandra a month later.

Not because she opened the door to their house without Sandra noticing, or because it interrupted her from reading a text message that Jean had sent her. A message that, incidentally, was a photo of a pregnancy test that had two bar lines showing that it was positive.

No, it was because she was bringing a girl who hadn't come into Sandra's house in months.

Shan Wu was a Chinese girl who could barely speak English when Sandra first met her the year before. Her family had recently moved and she had made Alice's friendship.

Which, of course, meant that Sandra had put her to the test.

Then, after that, the girl had gone completely quiet.

No calls, no messages.

Sandra had considered asking her daughter about her, but, well, the Chinese girl had to prove herself to HER, not the reverse. If she didn't want to be a part of their lives, it was for the better really.

But now she saw why she might have gone silent.

At 5 foot even, the girl was small by any standard. She was 18 years old, with straight black hair, dark eyes and firm but small lips. Her nose was a button, and freckles lined her cheeks, but those same cheeks were naturally round. It gave her a "cute" look, but it never really went far enough to make her "pretty". Alas, not everyone could be as beautiful as Alice.

But the slim, almost featureless body that Sandra had become acquainted with 7 months ago was no more.

Double D cups now pushed against her chest even as thighs that had thickened pushed at extremely brief shorts, a departure from her past conservative clothing. Her shirt managed to cover her tits but did not go down her stomach, which, on her defence, might not have been a fashion statement.

A huge pregnant belly, after all, hung from it.

"Look who it is!" Alice excitedly exclaimed, "Shan!"

"Hmmm, finally decided to come by again?" Sandra raised an eyebrow and Shan, to her credit, looked away in shame.

"Mom..." Alice looked between her friend and her mother, "Come on, why are you acting like this? Can't you see that Shan is, um,"

"I am pregnant," Shan said in thickly accented English, "Almost had to stop going school, too."

"What a pity," Sandra pitilessly said.

"Geez, Mom, nothing gets to you, does it?" Alice sighed.

"It's fine, Alice," Shan gave her friend a small smile, "Actually, I want talk with your mother. Alone, if I may?"

Alice blinked, "Really? I mean, you want to ask her questions about your, um-"

"Baby," Shan flushed as she said it.

"Yeah, that," Alice lamely confirmed, "Oook, fine, I guess I don't know a whole lot about that."

"But, will you do it, Mom?" Alice asked Sandra with puppy eyes.

"Leave her to me," Sandra was already waving her daughter away.

Shan had, after all, proven the most important thing of all, "Come dear, let's go to my room."

"I talk you later, ok?" Shan offered Alice a regretful smile.

"Yeah, yeah," Alice waved her away.

Shan diligently walked after Sandra as she took her to her bedroom.

But no sooner had the door closed than Sandra was upon her.

"HMM!" the Chinese girl gasped as Sandra took her mouth like she had done the first time: by surprise and authoritatively.

Low-tier trash like her daughter's friends did not merit romancing, after all.

But the small girl, soon enough, started kissing back, surprise giving way to desire.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Sandra breathed out the girl as their kiss ended. She had proved herself relatively valuable by being able to bear her a child.

"Parents mad, me ashamed," Shan replied.

"Why did you come back then?" Sandra grunted. If all of those things mattered to her more than being Sandra's toy did, then she was worthless.

"I not stay away, can't," Shan shily said, "Remember everything, still."

"And you want some more sugar from me then?" Sandra asked, unsurprised.

"Please!" Shan begged.

Sandra considered the girl and weighed the scale of Shan's insult against how charitable Sandra was feeling.

On the one hand, teenagers like her were all the same: trash.

On the other hand, the asian teenager came wearing a fairly scandalous outfit, one that paid absolutely no respect to her maternity. Plus, she did look quite sexy with that stomach swelling up with Sandra's progeny...

In the end, Sandra supposed that if she wasn't going to forgive her, that she would not have kissed her.

"You get one more chance," she said for the second time in about a month. God, she was getting soft, wasn't she? "But if you fail me again, you can fuck out of mine and Alice's life."

"Thank you!" Shan squealed, a smile blossoming on her oriental face, "I not fail again!"

"Good, because as punishment I expect you to dress like that," Sandra pointed at her extremely small shorts and small shirt, "Until I get sick of it."

"Ah," Shan swallowed nervously, "You mean this exact short and shirt-"

"Like a slut," Sandra clarified, "I don't want you hiding what you really are."

"... ok," Shan looked away.

"And, as soon as you pop this little girl out," the white milf caressed her stomach, "You are going to get preggers with another rugrat. That's not a punishment, that's just me telling you what's going to happen, understand?"

"What-what happen if parents throw me out?" Shan nervously asked.

"Then you come here and I put you to work," Sandra smirked.

Oh, she wasn't going to prostitute her or anything like that, but Sandra was NOT going to have any free boaters on her house. Pregnant or not, mother of her children or not, this worthless teenager was going to help the family!

"Oh, o-ok," Shan, in the end, nodded, not knowing what was going through Sandra's head, and thus not knowing that Sandra wasn't about to turn her into a street walker.

That made her value a little bit more, Sandra supposed.

"But, can we do love?" The Chinese girl shily looked down.

Sandra quirked an eyebrow.

Then she took a step back and sat on her bed. Her hands worked fast to lower her pants.

And her cock worked even faster to get up.

"You'll be doing all the work for once, then," Sandra informed her, but, if anything, that appeared to only make the teenager happier.

"Yes!" Shan gushed as she took her shorts and panties off, leaving a hairy pussy to glisten as she climbed on Sandra's lap, "Me love you big time!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Sandra patiently waited as the girl climbed on top of her and spread her legs around Sandra's lap. It was hard to ignore that big belly though, "Just remember to-AURGH!"

The Chinese girl wasted no time on any foreplay of any kind, simply aligning her pussy to Sandra's futa cock, and letting her expanded weight do the heavy lifting for them.

Sandra hadn't visited this pussy in months, but it immediately stretched to almost inhuman proportions as Shan impaled it with Sandra's sausage.

"Sooo gooood!" the teenager moaned as Sandra's cock expanded her canal, pinging all the nerve cells in her meat tunnel, and scraping it with its mushroom head.

"Ah, fuck it," Sandra growled as the girl took almost all of her cock in, "If you are not going to be careful, then neither am I!"

Sandra took the Chinese teenager by her waist. Her big belly made it so that Sandra had to circle her arms around it, but that just made it better!

"You better not miscarry this darling," Sandra warned her baby mama.

Before she dragged her completely down, making the teenager's sealed cervix slam into her glans.

"FUCK!" Shan screamed as Sandra's dick flattened against it.

Unlike Jean, the job of Sandra's cervix was to hold the line. To not move or give way to anything. Past it, in Shan's uterus, was the product of Sandra's testicles that the girl simply HAD to take good care of.

There would be no forgiving if she didn't.

So, with that in mind, Sandra lifted her again.

And slammed her down.

"Yes!" Shan yelled as Sandra hammered away at her pregnant baby sack.

Sandra lifted her again and pistoned her down.

"Yes, more pain!" Shan shuttered, mucus coming out of her nose, and drool starting to come down her mouth, "Yes, give more pain! Sexual pain!"

Sandra growled and slammed the teenager into her dick.

Again and again.

Again and again.

Proper mothers, proper human beings, would not have put their children in danger like this. But then, the teenagers of this generation were shit, as she'd already said.

Those tits, which had been so small before, flapped up and down with every rise and fall.

It was enough to distract Sandra from administering punishing intercourse.

So she opened her mouth and sucked one of them in.

"Hah!" Shan gasped, "Suck Breast? Yes, please!"

To Sandra's surprise, no sooner had she squeezed down on that Chinese areola with her mouth than milk, thick and creamy, started flowing into her.

This close, Sandra's own gigantic breasts were pressing against Shan's stomach. Pressing against the baby they had made.

All of a sudden, Sandra felt it:

Their baby moving.

The one thing that made this piece of shit girl be anything was greeting its futa mommy!

Sandra couldn't stop.

She came.

"Hmmmm," Sandra moaned as she spilled her seed into the still intact cervix. Bruised but victorious, it held its ground against her glans as Shan also came.

"Fuuuuck," the Chinese girl moaned as her arms circled Sandra's head and pulled her into her tits.

With no uterus to fill, and no other place to burst into, Sandra's jizz started blasting back out of Shan's stuffed slit. Incredibly, verile swimmers started soaking the sheets of Sandra's bed, but that, for the moment, she would ignore it.

For the moment, she relished swallowing down the Chinese teenager's mother's milk as she pumped her full of her jizz.

Until, somehow, she had devoured all the milk that was in this one tit.

"Delicious," Sandra begrudgingly admitted as she let the tit go, now half the size of its sister.

"Ye-yes?" Shan asked as Sandra was still pumping her last bursts into her.

"Yeeees," Sandra confirmed as she blew her last burst of testicle juice into her.

And then she collapsed on her moist bed.

This was... fuck, this was incredible.

"Am-" Shan hesitated to say as she, too, recovered, "am worthy, yes?"

Sandra looked at her, confirming that she hadn't miscarried, that her body was still preparing its precious payload for a glorious future, and sighed.

"Yeah, sure," she said and graciously endured the teenager falling on top of her, hugging the white milf to herself.

In the end, none of them were worthy of being her daughter's friends. Worthy of even breathing the same air as her, really.

But they could be useful for something.

And that was giving Alice the siblings that she always wanted and never had.

But Alice had many friends, and Sandra had only snapped up 2.

Her work was far from over.