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Thomas Bein was a proffesor. Technically, a teacher because he taught High School, but he had a doctorate in education and so merited the nomer. He was, admittedly, a divorcee of 40 years of age and had no children. He was an adult in a realm of hormones and poor decisions who, in his mind, needed every little bit of his attention.

Not all teachers preoccupied as he did, he knew, but then he liked to think he was a perfectionist.

His hair was starting to go grey, his eyewear prescription was only increasing every year, his joints were still holding up but were increasingly creaking, and yet there was still so much that he had to do. So much that demanded his attention, in truth. Succeeding students who needed encouragement to be successful. Failing students who needed help to turn things around. Unfortunate students who were more a detriment to their fellow classmates than themselves who sadly needed to be expelled from his class.

And then there were those even he didn’t know what to do with.

But then, it could be argued that teenage pregnancy took things out of his hands.

Rita Jones should have been a successful student and, for many years, she had been. To be quite honest, she still was. Being an 18-year-old and a sophomore to boot, she already had all of her credits to graduate done. But the growing belly in her midriff, as well as the struggles hormones had on her, put in jeopardy any thoughts of a college life.

Now, Thomas wasn’t particularly liberal in his opinion of womanhood, so he didn’t believe that anything but a career was a waste of Rita’s life. He would have been quite content to know that she was bound for the role of a mother and wife. But that was the thing:

Nobody knew who the father of her baby was.

Perhaps it was impertinent of him to even enquire about that; he was merely her classroom teacher, not her dad. But people talked, and the rumor mill turned. But after having known what everyone knew, that the few boys she had dated all claimed to have never gotten past 2nd base, well, it left a maddening itch in his mind. Because for such a lovely girl to be condemned to single motherhood without anyone trying to help her out, hmm, it left him with a sour taste in his mouth.

“So, prof, what did you need to talk to me about?” Rita asked him as soon as she came into his office, one late afternoon after school.

At 5 foot 8, she was rather tall for a girl. Her skin was very dark, a lovely shade in Thoma’s mind. Her eyes were honey and her orbs were large. Her nose was small and her lips were shapely but small. Her face was round and straight black hair came down the sides of her head like drops of dark glass.

But her body, the one holding a babe, still had the hallmarks of having been on the volleyball’s team. That is to say. her shoulders were defined, her limbs thin but shapely, her thigh slim but muscled and her ass tight and of average size.

Her hips used to make her have an hourglass for a body, but even with her body carrying an extra passenger they were attractive enough on her.

She had a white and red dress that, well, was more than a bit inappropriate for someone who was pregnant as she was. But all that said, it wasn’t really any different than what other school girls wore. Truthfully, he couldn’t conclude that she looked like the kind of girl who would go out and, as the kids said, fuck around but then…here they were.

“I wanted to talk about your future, Rita,” Thomas said as he got up and pulled a chair for her. Having tenure came with many privileges, not least was having his own office.

“What’s there to talk about, prof?” she replied as she took the offered seat.

“Mostly that I don’t know what you are going to do,” he replied as he walked around his desk and took his own. Putting his elbows on the table, he steepled his hands below his chin and leaned forward, “But before we begin, let me assure you: I do not judge you. I am not here to criticize you.”

“Ah, well, thanks I guess,” she shrugged, as if it didn’t matter.

But, hmm, why didn’t it?

“Now, what do you plan on doing once you graduate?” he asked.

“Hah,” she smirked, “Isn’t that for next year? It‘s a little bit too early to be asking that, isn’t it?”

“It is never too late to plan out the future,” Thomas disagreed, “All the same, at the end of this year, you are going to have an extra responsibility that’s going to change your priorities.”

“Ah, this?” she gestured at her enlarging stomach.

“Yeah, ‘that’,” Thomas flatly replied.

“Well, I am going to take care of it,k obviously,” she replied.

“Obviously,” Thomas agreed.

“And mom and sis are going to help with that, so that is how it’s going to go, I guess,” she tapped the table, “Honestly? I think that’s what I am going to be; a stay-at-home mother.”

“I…see,” Thomas stifled the urge to sigh, “All your needs and all your child’s needs are going to be met that way? Are you sure you don’t need, I don’t know, more help?”

“As if sis would allow that,” she snorted and Thomas pressed his lips.

“And your mother?” her sister was to be the primary person stepping up to help her out, not her mom?

“I mean, yeah, sure, her too,” Riat shrugged.

Huh.

“What about the child’s father?” Thomas ventured to ask, despite how potentially dicey that may be.

“What about he-um, him?” and, like he predicted, she instantly put up her walls.

“Will they be helping you out?” Thomas asked, promising himself that this was as far as he dig into their identity so as not to make her too uncomfortable.

“That, um, is not something I am comfortable talking about?” she said after licking her lips. It was hesitant, neither confirming nor denying things.

Neither a yes, nor a no.

Under normal circumstances, Thomas would have assumed that this shutdown was an attempt at not having to answer “no”, but Rita didn’t seem to be a girl that was particularly ashamed of her circumstances. The assumption didn’t seem “right”.

But, of course, this was as much as he could dig.

“Well, what is it that you want?” Thomas did sigh this time, “How do you want all of this to end up?”

“Well, I’d like to drop out,” Rita sighed in turn, “But no, Sis ain’t letting me.”

“As if education mattered with how things were going…”

And here, Thomas eyes slanted, paying attention to that confession.

Her sister was the one keeping her from dropping out. Her sister was the one looking out for her future. Her sister, not her mother, was the one paying attention to her.

Thomas did not know much about her family situation, but he did know two things: The Jones family was a single-family household.

And that Jesse Jones, Rita’s “Sis”, was one of the more studious students to have ever walked through the High School Thomas worked at. As a senior student bound for Valedictorian, it wasn’t hard to see her succeed in life.

But she was, all the same, someone still in High School. Someone who couldn’t, shouldn’t, be holding her sister’s life on her shoulders. They were barely one year apart from each other!

“But yeah, I guess that’s just it,” Rita said, bringing Thomas out of his thoughts, “Well, is that it, proff, or do you want to ask me something else?”

Thomas definitely wanted to ask more questions. To dig into her family life.

Sadly, it might turn her completely against him if he started enquiring about that.

“No, this has been an educational conversation, Miss Jones,” Thomas waved his hand, indicating that she could get up, “Thanks for coming.”

“Oh, no problem, sir,” she replied as she got up with no difficulty despite her pregnancy. Teenagers sure were something else.

Thomas watched her move her butt as she left her office, with hs mind still working on their talk.

For all that he had seen many a tragic fall from a fruitful future in this career, something about Rita rubbed him wrong. Her sister having such an impact was…

Deciding that his curiosity merited exploring this time around, Thomas got up and locked his office as he went down to security.

Bob, the school’s security guard, was an old friend of his and had helped Thomas resolve some issues with the security cameras in the school. The man’s office wasn’t particularly spacious, but it had multiple screens that they could watch.

Today, in this case, Bob wasn’t around and, well, he usually didn’t keep his office locked.

Thomas was used to waiting inside his office until he came back from whatever snack break he was enjoying. But this time, as he sat down on the dull uncomfortable wooden chair, a thought occurred to him.

The videos he had come to see, that of Rita and Jesse interacting, well, it was happening now, wasn’t it?

Rita was supposed to walk with her sister home.

Figuring his friend wouldn’t mind, Thomas scooted over behind his desk, pulled out the keyboard, and started dialing through the channels.

Maybe it was a futile gesture to look for two specific students amidst a whole school, but Thoma’s efforts proved fruitful as, one channel overlooking some lockers, he spotted them.

Rita with her big belly.

And her spectacled sister, looming over her.

Well, “looming” was a bit of a misnomer, as Jesse Jones was actually a shorter girl.

At 5 feet and 3 inches, the studious older girl wasn’t exactly short by female standards, but she was certainly shorter than her sister. She had the same straight hair and the same nose, though. But her eyes? They were gray, a rarity for a girl who was black.

Though, now that he mentioned it, Jesse was more olive than ebony, unlike her sister. More bronze than onyx. Her lips were noticeably bigger, being luscious pillowy things.

She did not have the defined musculature of her sister, not having ever been an athlete. But, and Thomas said this clinically, she had quite the bust. Double E, at least, or whatever they called the cup after D. Her stomach, unlike her sister’s, was quite flat, and her hips? For such a short woman she had very wide hips.

Other than that, she was very slight. The sort that shouldn’t have been able to make her sister cower. And yet, there they were.

It got to the point that Jesse extended a hand to grab her sister’s nipples and twist.

The man frowned as Rita yiped as her sister grabbed her dress and critically threw it back.

Then she went to a locker and, hah, pulled an article of clothing out.

Jesse didn’t like the clothes her sister was wearing and, so, was making her wear something else.

While Thomas could agree that the clothes Rita was wearing really did not fit her, Jesse was crossing a few lines by having her go and change.

Thomas patiently waited for the pregnant student to go inside a nearby restroom and-

“Oh, Thomas?” Bob’s voice broke Thoma’s concentration as he came in with an armful of potato chip bags, “What are you doing?”

“Watching these girls,” Thomas said before he realized that just sounded bad, “I mean, not in any bad way, just that one of them is this student of mine-”

“Hey, hey, I ain’t saying anything,” Bob assured him as he wobbled to the desk, “Look man, we’ve all been into peeping shit once or twice, no shame in that.”

“This is not me being voyeuristic,” Thomas persisted as he gave the screen, and the waiting form of Jesse, one last look and got off the chair. Going around the desk and heading towards the door, Thomas decided that it was a good stopping point anyway.

What he had seen was revealing enough.

Bob took the chair and looked at what Thomas was looking at.

His eyebrows rose, “Whatever you say, Pal.”

“Hey, I can record this if you want a home video,” Bob offered.

“I said I wasn’t being inappropriate!” Thomas groaned.

“Yeah, well, just tell me if you change your mind,” Bob shrugged as Thomas left his office.

And with that…Thomas went back to his office and looked through his files.

Luckily, both girls had their mother’s contact.

And with it, he set up a meeting with both her and Jesse.

Getting a hold of Mrs. Thena Jones, who was a widow as things turned out, proved easier than Thomas feared; inattentive parents in his experience were not the sort who had their lives in order. So quickly being able to communicate with her served to salve a lot of his doubts.

It gave him hope that he might be able to get to the bottom of his student’s troubles yet.

Jesse wasn’t one of his students so getting her to come wasn’t a done thing. However, in accordance to his observations, the mention that it was for her younger pregnant sister all but made her insist on coming along.

It was heartening about as much as it was worrying.

Then the day came.

It was two hours after school had ended, which meant that everyone except club students had already left. Even the club students would be outside the school, practicing in the fields and grass.

Despite keeping his office clean, Thomas did his best to tidy up. The cleaning staff also did their job, of course, but parents sometimes noticed if there wasn’t a personal touch about your things.

But even reorganizing where he kept his diploma and books made the time fly, so it was 5 o'clock came with a knock on his door.

“Enter!” he yelled as he comfortably got on his chair and straightened up.

The first person who entered was Jesse, who, if anything, looked more intense up close.

There was a certain pressure to her eyes, a certain presence, that made her appear sharp and bigger than she really was. She locked eyes with Thomas and he knew he was going to have to be careful lest he had a fight in his hands.

The second person who entered was, well, a bit distracting.

It was a common failing among his profession to, in some ways, objectify the mothers of their students. Some ladies just wore motherhood very well, after all.

And lest he be a hypocrite, Thomas would have to admit that this woman elicited some of those feelings in him.

Thena Jones had a tall dark afro bounded at its base with a white band. Cropping her hair in such a manner, however, revealed small ears that framed a cherubic, if older, face. Despite being 41 years old, the woman just had a rather cute face.

She was the one who, evidently, gave her daughters their nose, though only her pregnant daughter inherited her eyes. The roundness of her cheeks were something Rita got from her…but those big pillowy lips were clearly something she donated to Jesse.

That aside? She had the body of someone who was pretty before she was pregnant. Afterwards? It made her hypersexualized.

Two births had served to give her hips so large that they barely fit in through the door. Her ass were two huge mounds that seemed to have a gravity on to themselves, pushing her hips side to side as she walked.

Her breasts?

They were so big that if they smacked Thoma’s head together, he was pretty sure they would burst it like a grape.

She was wearing a one-piece leopard leotard that lent a certain air of self-assured sexuality that, well, Thomas wasn’t exactly complaining about…but it was beginning to make pieces in the puzzle click.

“Please take a seat,” he resisted the urge to stare at the mother and pointed at the two seats in his office.

Rita did so easily enough, but Thena had to actively SQUEEZE into hers.

“Capital,” Thomas nodded with satisfaction, “Now, I do believe I’ll start this conversation by saying that I only want what’s best for one of my students. Rita is someone that I feel possesses as of yet untapped potential.”

“What does it matter?” Thena was the first to pipe up, “She’s gonna be too busy taking care of a kid, so why does that matter?”

Jesse gave her mother a flat look, but Thomas pointed at her, “That is precisely what I am here to talk about!”

“Now, there are a lot of programs, not to mention loving family-” Thomas gave the two women gentle smiles, “That makes a secondary education not only possible but also beneficial.”

“Little Ri, going to college?” Thena opined dubiously, “I don’t know.”

“It’s entirely possible,” Thomas insisted, “Both of your daughters are very smart in their own ways, is that not so, Jesse?”

Rather than answer him directly, Jesse’s lips thinned as she put the tips of her fingers below her chin. She processed the information he was giving for a few seconds before she said, “What programs? What opportunities?”

Lucky for Thomas, he had brought a whole lot of brochures so that he wouldn’t have to recite about an hour's worth of reading, “State, federal and community programs. Here are some.”

“Hmmm,” Jesse quickly went through all the pamphlets while her mother grabbed one and slowly leafed through it. If that wasn’t a microcosm of what was going on, Thomas would buy a hat so that he could eat it.

“Ok,” Jesse said after a few moments, “This seems good. Rita will will do one of these.”

And, just like that, Jesse decided the fate of her sister.

“Really?” Thena’s eyebrows rose in confusion, not indignation.

“Yes,” Jesse replied and, to Thomas’ consternation, her mother quieted at that.

“Actually, if you don’t mind me asking…” Thomas decided to take his shot, given what he was seeing, “You seem to be someone very much in control if you don’t mind me saying so Miss Jesse.”

“What of it?” Jesse raised an eyebrow.

“It’s almost as though you are controlling your sister’s life,” Thomas said and almost immediately regretted it. The glare Jesse shot him was a hard thing to bear, but he knew that this was going to be his only chance at having this conversation.

So he pushed on, “Now, you take your responsibilities seriously, I can see that, yet the fact that your sister turned up pregnant poses a few problems that I beg you to consider.”

“I’ve seen it before, miss,” Thomas honestly said, “Girls who make bad decisions because their parent figures hold on to them too hard. Given no outlet to express themselves, they do the only thing they can, which is to defy their guardians.”

There, he got it out.

There was no easy way to approach this, so sometimes the best choice that he had was to sneak in commentary like this. Sometimes, the parents that he talked to got mad, like he expected Jesse to now get.

Rarely, they actually thought about his words and give him hope.

This time?

“Are you…blaming me?” Jesse, rather than being offended, appeared confused.

“You are clearly the authority figure in her life,” Thomas winced as he gave their mother an apologetic smile. That was another vector that might now explode.

But once again, he was surprised.

“That girl Ri wanted this,” Thena said as if Thomas was the one being absurd, “Why, she begged Jesse to-”

“MOM!” Jesse turned around and actually put her hand in her mother’s mouth, “ Pleeease don’t give Mr. Thomas the wrong impression, ok?”

Thomas; mouth almost dropped as her mother mumbled an apologetic “ok.”

“Do you mind us taking a bathroom break, Mr. Thomas?” Jesse asked him before he could wrap his head around this, “I think there are some things we have to take care of.”

“Um-by all means, do so,” Thomas was quick to agree.

Both Jesse and the ponderous Thena got up from their seats and left.

Thomas ripped his phone so quickly from his vest that he almost put a hole in it, “Please still be here-hey Bob, quick question if you don’t mind.”

“Shoot,” Bob answered on the other end of the line.

“Is the peeping hole in the west wing’s boy bathroom still there?” Thomas rushed.

“Ye-yes?” Bob hesitantly replied.

“Thank god,” Thomas got up from his desk and headed out into the hallways of the school.

“Hey, if you get caught….the boys drilled it again, ok?” Bob said.

“I’ll even tell them god did it if you like,” Thomas grunted, “Thanks, Bob.”

A High School girl not only ruling her younger sister as if she were her parent, but also coaching her own mother as if she were an unruly kid. It was preposterous but yet it was happening in front of his eyes.

Why had that response from Thena elicited this response from Jesse? It honestly sounded like the sort of thing the absentee parent Thomas had tagged Thena as would say!

But it bothered the older daughter enough to, as far as Thomas could tell, bring her own mother to a private area to yell at her.

It was uncouth of him to spy on these things, he knew, but things were now making less and less sense.

He had to know!

Thomas waited for Jesse and Thena to go into the girl’s room, sneaking behind them in a way that, admittedly, made him feel like a bit of a creep.

The fact that he instantly headed to the boy's room to hit up the last stall in the far wall for the express purpose of putting his head against the rather hard-to-see hole hidden behind it, well, didn’t help.

And, just like he guessed, Jesse’s first action upon entering was to turn on her mother and yell, “What the hell are you thinking!”

“I wasn’t thinking love!” The hypersexual milf shied back from her own daughter, “It just slipped out.”

“It just slipped out,” Jesse spat on the ground, “You almost got us into trouble you dumb cow!”

The truest tragedy of being a teacher was, sometimes, knowing too much. Thomas wished he could say that this was the first time that he had seen something like this but, sadly, it was merely the first time he had seen it from a daughter to her mother.

“I am sorry, ok!” the older black woman said, “P-Please Jess, please understand, I am not trying to sabotage anything.”

“I am just trying to-to be what you want me to be.”

And THAT made all the red flags Thomas had rise.

What the hell was going on?

What followed next answered it in the most unbelievable manner.

“Sh, sh, I know you are,” Jesse replied, “But I still have to punish you.”

“Strip.”

Thomas managed to put a hand around his mouth to avoid gasping and giving himself away.

He observed as Thena slipped out of her one-piece showing wide nipples around an areola the size of plate. Her stomach had a little chub to it, but not enough to make her actually fat. Her pubic hair was bushy, about on brand with her afro, and she stood quickly naked in front of her daughter.

Then said daughter also began to strip.

Thomas, as it turned out, was wrong.

He evidently had no idea what the hell was going on!

And then, Jesse, the older of Thena’s daughters…whipped out a cock.

It was a vast black mast a foot and 6 inches in length. Its width was similarly absurd, being in the range of one of Thoma’s thighs!

Its glans was a purple spongy thing that was bigger than his hands. Her testicles were the size of Jesse’s head and Thomas would have believed her to be, in truth, a lady boy if Jesse hadn’t also possessed a slobbering pussy behind her balls.

All in all, Thomas was hard at work trying to figure out how she EVEN hid all of that male genitalia in her dress!

“Kneel,” Jesse ordered, and the knees of her black mother immediately hit the dirty floor of the girl’s bathroom.

“Now,” Jesse took her cock by the shaft.

And swung it into her mother’s face.

Being like a meat mace, Thena’s head went flying to the side as her daughter’s dick connected with a meaty “slap”.

There was a purple spot in Thena’s cheek once she sat up again.

And the thin dribble of a bit of blood coming from the corner of one of her huge lips.

“Fail me again, and next time a tooth’s comes out,” Jesse growled.

Her mother nodded rapidly until her daughter sighed and spread her hands, “Fine, go on.”

“Suck.”

Despite having given a blow that left her lip bleeding, the black older milf was on her daughter’s cock like an animal digging into prey.

Thomas watched as her huge lips locked around her daughter’s shaft and her jaw almost dislocated as she swallowed that huge girl cock.

Her throat essentially doubled its size as a futanari dick bloated it up to absurd extents.

Thomas got to see, in real-time, as the black milf’s face took a red tinge as her big lips barely managed to touch the base of her daughter’s cock.

Only for her to pull back to slam her throat and face in again.

“You know,” Jesse moaned with pleasure, “I still haven’t forgiven you for miscarrying our kid.”

That’s when Thoma’s jaw hit the floor.

Just…WHAT?

“For such an old slut, you just don’t know how to hold back, do you, Mom?” Jesse chuckled as her mother gleefully increased her speed, apparently aroused by her daughter’s words.

“Well, how about I have you tattooed?” Jesse grabbed her mother’s afro, “How about I mark you with every kid you stupidly fuck out of your womb with my dick?”

Thena mumbled and moaned into her daughter’s dick. Try as he might, Thomas didn’t think she was disagreeing.

“You hear me you stupid bitch?” Jesse’s gripped tighten, and she started smashing her mother’s face into her cock, “The only good thing your ridiculously fuckable body is good for is giving ME kids!”

Then she pushed Thena’s head as far into her cock as she could and…

There was the sound of heavy liquids being pumped through a pipe. Like mud being expelled out with a steam boiler!

Thomas this time did gasp as he realized that was Jesse’s semen being shot straight into her mother’s stomach!

Geysers of cum a moment later burst out of her nose as the futanari’s testicles visibly shrunk. The smell of spicy semen riched Thomas even through the peeping hole in the boy’s bathroom and made his head feel light as cum started to come out of the corner of Thena’s mouth.

A puddle in the floor quickly formed as the poor older black woman shuttered, only for Thomas to realize that she was having her own orgasm!

With a pop, Jesse fully rocked her hips back from her mother’s mouth.

And then let her fall to her hands as Thena proceeded to retch and throw up the semen her daughter had just deposited in her stomach.

“Ah, I needed that,”Jesse hummed with satisfaction as, with a gasp, her mother was finally able to breathe again.

“Mom, put your clothes on,” Jesse order her mother who, despite almost being out of it, moved to obey, “We don’t want lil’ Sis’ teacher to think we have any problems.”

“Do we?”

Thomas was able to quickly retreat to his office before the girls so much as exited the bathroom.

He was sweating.

He felt extremely hot.

This was the most absurdly horrible thing he had ever seen and…

He had a hard-on.

For over 20 years, he had been having trouble getting it up for his wives, leading to a whole lot of marital problems that, yes, ended his marriages. Maybe, if in any of those 20 years he had ever felt like THIS, he would still be married, but-

“Alright, we are back,” Jesse contently said as she led her mother in by the hand.

Under normal circumstances, he would think they got stoned or something.

As is, it was hard to ignore the glazy look in Thena’s eyes.

“I-is she ok?” Thomas couldn’t help but ask.

“Are you, Mom?” Jesse quizzed her mother.

“Oh, me?” Thena opened her mouth.

It reeked of her daughter’s sperm, “I am fiiiiine.”

And Thomas?

“Yes, quiiiite, good,” he stifled a moan as he came into his pants.

“Are you well, Mr. Thomas?” Jesse frowned.

“I am fine,” Thomas gasped as he realized that this implicated so much.

So much that he had to see!

Obviously, after THAT, it was quite hard to have the rest of their meeting so, to their mutual consensus, they decided to adjourn it.

“Hey, Bob?” Thomas called afterward.

“Yes, Thomas?” the security guard was apparently eating something.

“Remember the video you offered to send me?” Thomas asked.

“AH, I knew it!” Bob wheezed with, apparently, his mouth full, “Hold on, I knew this would happen. Aaaaand, sent.”

Thomas looked at his phone and, yes, he had just been sent a video.

“Wouldn’t have tagged you for a peeper, but, honestly, makes a whole lot of sense,” Bob chuckled, “Nobody is as clean-cut as you are bud. No one!”

“I am not a peeper,” Thomas denied, despite his mind going to what he had just witnessed, “Just…need to confirm something.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Thomas could almost feel Bob’s smile on the other end, “Have fun!”

The video was of a week ago, when Jesse had Rita change before they left. Thomas had not seen all of the feed because his friend interrupted him but, maybe, this would have illuminated many things if he had.

And yes, there it was: Jesse sent Rita into a bathroom with a change of clothes.

And, about 15 minutes afterward, Rita came out wearing what Thomas could only call prostitute get up.

Her stomach was blazingly uncovered as her breasts were barely bound by a single bra that barely covered her areolas.

The chastity of her pussy was only saved by a skirt so small that Thomas could see the bottom of her ass as she sauntered out of the bathroom, seeking the approval of her older sister.

Approval that came in the form of an ass slap.

And then the video ended.

Despite having orgasmed not long ago, Thomas felt another raging stiffy start to grow in his pants. This was very improper of him, obviously, and should have been a wake up call on his own. But he did not let his mind wander into the lesser of issues that he had at hand.

Quite, obviously, he still needed to get to the bottom of this.

He needed to…confirm things.

He needed to see the incestual union of the two girls with his own eyes!

The end of the next day couldn’t come quickly enough.

“Thomas, my man, how was it?” his colleague in the security department asked as Thomas got ready to close his office early.

He would not be taking visits today.

“It was helpful,” Thomas cleared his throat as shoved all he needed in a briefcase.

“I bet,” Bob chuckled before his eyes scanned what Thomas had in hand, “Hey, um, is that camera, pal?”

“No, it’s a video recorder,” Thomas denied, only to slap his forehead when he realized what he just said.

This whole affair was really sinking his neurons.

“Well, well, well,” Bob perversely chuckled before he blinked, “Wait, doesn’t your phone have a camera?”

“It’s not good enough,” Thomas grunted before he closed his briefcase, “Now let me be. I have work to do.”

“Yeah, ok,” Bob bowed and let him pass, “Oh, and, um, if you’d like to share, I won’t say no.”

“There is nothing to share,” Thomas hotly denied.

‘As I said, it;s just work.”

Following Jesse and Rita was surprisingly easy when everything was said and done. The multitude of students heading the same way gave him a whole lot of people to camouflage into and, when they started petering out, well, the girls weren’t paying very much attention to others.

Because their attention was on themselves.

Rita, despite being pregnant, used her pregnant bulk to shove her smaller sister around. Something that was met with protestations that the younger black girl only laughed at.

At least until Jesse retaliated with ass slaps or tight grabs of her tits.

It was not the most proper of things, but it wasn’t beyond what sibling interaction was like. If Thomas didn’t know, or rather, suspected better, he might not…

And neither would he be secretly following them into a public restroom.

There was a park some way away from the school. One with a public restroom that was not often used. Both girls sneaked in with their arms around each other’s hips, laughing about this and that, but Thomas, well, he suspected.

The public restroom was an open-air affair, which meant that he was able to sneak around its back. There was even a garbage bin that he could climb on top of. The back of the restroom hedged a small forest, so it was blissfully not obvious what he was doing. That was the only reason why he felt safe leaning into his tippy toes on top of the garbage bin. All so that he could look into a space where the roof connected to the four walls of the restroom with metal stilts.

One big enough that it gave him an aperture through which to stick the lens of his camera in.

Just in time to see Rita bending over a toilet. Not to retch or throw up. Not to put paper around the rim to shit or to piss.

But to take her panties down.

And hold on to the wall.

Thomas's heart started beating fast as Jesse pulled out her impossible cock behind her.

And his own dick started to get hard she pushed it against her sister’s black pussy.

“You always make me do all the work,” he heard Jesse grunt as Rita’s pussy actually managed to spread around that disgustingly big mushroom head!

“Well, yeeeeah!” Rita moaned as that monstrous dick disappeared into her cunt, “That’s only reason why our child is still alive!”

“I shouldn’t be the only one who actually, oooh, cares about our family!” Jesse pushed her dick until half of it was inside her sister’s pussy.

And then it stopped.

“Oh, our babies can feel you knocking at their room!” Rita sighed with pleasure as her sister withdrew from her pussy again.

“Speaking of, you are going to college!” Jesse informed her as she pulled back just short of taking her huge glans out, only to swing forward again, dragging her dick into her sister’s nether depths.

“Oh, do I have toooooo?” Rita moaned.

“Mom might be a lost case,” Jesse affirmed as her pace quickened, only fucking far enough for half her dick to go in, “But you are not!”

“I will have you go to college and get a well-paying job even if you have to suffer multiple pregnancies through all of them!” Jesse started slamming her sister like a machine, with precision that belied belief as she never went beyond halfway point.

“Oooh, that doesn’t so so bad!” Rita yelled.

“So hurry up and give birth to THIS one!” Jesse’s hands around her sister’s hips tightened as she withdrew one last time.

And then she went for broke.

“I can’t wait to knock you up again!” Jesse gave a groan so guttural that it made Thomas feel things.

Actually this whole thing did.

He watched with bated breath as the futanari high schooler shot a load so heavy that it made jizz fly out through the corners of Rita’s pussy like water under pressure.

That smell, that spicy smell, hit him again and Thomas couldn’t help but regret that his video camera couldn’t record smells.

He watched their glistening black skins, and the white solid shade of the sperm that was spilling on the ground.

He watched Jesse fuck her sister, a sister who was carrying their incestious daughter-niece, or son-nephew.

He almost felt like he was right there with them, almost part of the process.

But, of course, they didn’t know.

They couldn’t know.

He was intruding in something so wrong, and they just weren’t aware!

As Jesse gave the last burst of her thick seed to her sister’s cunt, Thomas came in his pants, no physical stimulus of any kind was needed.

He spilled his own seed into his underwear, and his orgasm ended about the same time as Jesse emptied the last of her seed from her dick.

“Do-” Rita sighed with appreciation, her knees wobbly, “Do we cuddle?”

“In the public restroom?” Jesse almost fell but caught herself on the wall, “No, no, we-we need to go home.”

“Pity mom is still in postpartum from that miscarriage,” Rita clicked her tongue as she pulled her panties up, “Then you could get us both fat and heavy like this.”

“Oh,” Jesse promised her, “It’s going to happen. Believe me.”

For once, Thomas didn’t need to leave as his targets cleaned up and left. His recording was done, the proof that his mind begged for sated, and the whole thing blown open.

This is where he would go back home and think about things and possibly rearrange his life. Maybe even inform the authorities of what was going on in the Jones household.

Instead, he started following the girls again.

Jesse was going to knock her mother up again?

Thomas wasn’t going to miss that.