WARNING: Contains violence

Thomas Robbins rode silently in the car with his mother. She was berating him, she was very pregnant, with twins, and very upset with him. Tommy made it onto the football team, by the skin on his teeth. “I can’t believe this, Son. Why Does your coach feel the need to schedule a conference?”

“I dunno’ mom, he’s a jerk!”

Tommy was nervous. He was the only white kid on the team, and he wasn’t doing good.

Arriving at the schools greeting room, they were both told the coach was in his office, located just outside the gym. When they made their way to the office, the coach was not there.

“He’s not here mommy, maybe he forgot?”

“Don’t be stupid boy, the man was very clear on the phone.”

The poor boy was sweating, squirming in his seat, his heavily pregnant mother rubbing her bloated belly; “Ohhhhh..” the two white babies her husband put inside of her jammed tight inside of her.

“Ooooh,” she cooed, “These two are so heavy. I’m infuriated your behavior caused your mother to leave the house today! You should be ashamed!”

She dug into her son, her pregnancy killing what little patience she had for him.

Tommy heard the doorknob twist, and the door open.

“Shit.”

“Watch your tongue!” Exclaimed his mother, slapping him very hard in the mouth.”

The couch caught this, laughing heartily, “Well, good evening Mrs. Robbins. Hello, Tommy.” The golden etched nameplate on his desk bore the name Axle, Head Football Coach.

“Hello Sir, how are you today?”

“I’m good, Mrs. Robbins, thank you for coming,” at his chair, he went to sit down and had to fumble around with something in his pants, his huge cock. It hung in his sports shorts, limp but thick, a small wet spot bled through the very tip of the outline; he was sweaty from his daily workout, very large and broad, stock full of muscle. “I’ve called this meeting today because, quite frankly, your son isn’t cutting it on the team.”

The mother was shocked, as her son always told her how well practices went. “Tommy, how is this possible? I thought the sport was going well for you.” Addressing Coach again, “Why haven’t you kicked him off the team then?”

“Mom, I can ex-“

“I think it’s better if I explain, Mrs. Robbins.” Standing and walking to the tv, the massive cock freely swung, causing the now tame mother to squirm. Pregnancy horniness is the worst!

Coach pressed a button, and a color video began to play.

“Fuck.” Tommy’s mother glared at him. The video showed her son sitting in the Coach’s office, just where he was now. Tommy was pleading with his coach, begging to get on the team to impress his crush, now girlfriend. It worked, they were going steady for eight moths, and she too was pregnant. Tommy was sweating, and the video took a turn.

Coach agreed to let the boy on the team. The three of them watched, the coach grinned as he stood on the video.

Walking to the boy, he grabbed him by the throat. “If you want on my team, you’re gonna’ be my cum slut. I hate little white boys like you, but there simply isn’t enough pussy for us blacks on the team. We’re always horny, especially after games.”

The boy struggled, slapping the large hand away. “Little bitch!” Coach socked the boy in the face, breaking and bloodying it, “it isn’t a question, you’re in. And so am I.” He moaned as the large black man ran his gingers through his hair, dazed from the blow.

“Impessing that white girl will cost you.” Reaching in his pants, he fished out the most huge cock the mother had seen.

“Ok Ok, I’m sorry. I’ll suck it.” Opening his bloodied mouth.

“I know,”

*SOCK! SOCK!*

“And much more.”

*SOCK!*

Coach began to knead the head of his cock into the boys mouth.

“Fuck this!” Tommy rose fast to turn off the tele!

“No!” His mother kicked his chair forward, tripping him up and landing him on the floor. He hadn’t noticed, but his mother had begun to stroke her puffy pregnant pussy, “let it play. I want to see this.” Thomas anguished.

“M…Mom… This… This is sick.”

“If by sick, you mean hot. Look at this man! He wouldn’t behave in such a way to inconvenience a pregnant woman!”

“He must get it from his father,” calling Mrs. Robbins attention, Coach stroking his huge cock, clearly excited by all of the commotion.

“Holy shit, it’s even bigger than on the video.” Her son groaned, knowing it was true. She mused on the comment; he did get it from his father. She instantly realized all the annoying behaviors her husband and son shared, and she hated them for it. “Son you need to watch.”

He didn’t seem to get the message. Coach grabbed him by the hair, and drug him to the tv, holding him on his knees facing it. Poor little Tommy looked out the left side of his vision, he could see coaches other massive black hand stroking his now hard cock.

Mommy was loving all of this, the video had continued, with Coach’s cock still working the young mans throat. Whilst, he took his free hand and slid it down the boys short, fucking his face and fingering what he called in the video, his “boi-pussy.”

Coach was working up in the video, he was acting more angry with the boy, humiliating names and commenting on how moist he was “down there.” He picked the boy up and flopped him onto the desk. Tommy squealed, frantically clamoring for escape. This made coach even more angry.

“Don’t watch mom! It’s bad!”

“Son, shut your whore mouth. This is so fucking hot!” Coach was loving it, pre-cum beginning to leak.

“Shut it boi.” Coach buried the boys face in his musty nuts, grinding them all around. “Ahhhh. You already know what happens. Let your momma watch.” His white face disappeared into the filthy bloated sack, letting the heavy member rest on the boys head as he and his mother smiled continuing to watch the film. “Here comes your favorite part, boi! Watch your Son make the team!”

Mommy and coach watched her son on screen, he fought and bucked wildly as Coach kissed his boi-pussy with his greasy cock. His defiance enraged coach. Bashing the boy on both sides of the head he was met with a block. He grabbed the boys weak arm, and swiftly dislocated it. The audio cracked with a scream, the boy sobbed and choked as Coach mounted him further, “I’ll pop it back in when I nut fag boi.” He pushed his fat cock in, slowly, enjoying his claim. Each inch seemed to push air up and out Tommy’s mouth, taking form of blood curdled gags.

His sobs were met only by the moans and animal whimpers from his onlooking mother, and his own sloppy lapping under Coach’s black sack accompanying the television audio.

“Son. He’s raping you… Dear… Lord.”

Tommy groaned in humiliation, vibrating the black balls and bringing pleasure to his superior.

Coach was building speed in the boys anus, “fuck. You’re gonna’ be a good fit with the guys, I can already tell.” He slammed the near unconcious boy into the desk, once… twice… three times jetting his cum into the weak anus. The boy was sobbing, defeated by the larger, older black male.

The video ends with Coach slipping Tommy’s arm back into place. “You made the team, boi.”

*Coach clicks a button and tv turns off*

“Well. Mrs. Robbins?”

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She convulsed with an earth-shaking orgasm! Squirting a geyser, a few jets of blood flew, and out popped the first of her screaming twins!

It hit the floor hard. It was making a lot of noise, drawing attention to the office and their dealings. Coach was instantly aware. He was on the nwbrn in a flash. Kneeling over the writhe, he held it down, his massive dick covering the entire face, pinning it down by his cock head, like bending a styrofoam noodle over an apple, either end touching the floor. “It’s a boy. A white-boi.” Coach growled, pressing his cock down harder.

Mrs. Robbins began to come to, her motherly instincts kicked in a little bit.

“Stop! He needs to breathe!” Coach angrily obliged, lifting his python from the mass, mommy scooping it into her arms. “Give me something to rinse it with quick!”

Tommy was in shock, the aroma of balls filled his nostrils.

Coach grabbed a bottle of Power Ade, dowsing the porcelain spawn. It screamed and kicked even more.

“Jerk!”

“Mrs. Robbins, that little thing is just like your Son. He carries the same DNA you can’t stand, the same DNA as your shitty boi on my office floor. The essence of your weak husband. You think I give a shit? Matter of fact, that is gonna’ cost you $2.50 for my drink!”

The mother shrunk back in fear, cradling her egg. “I’m sorry sir. Thank you for washing him off.”

“Fuck you! Mom! We need to get to a hospital!”

The mother looked down at the now calm boy in her arms.

“That’s another one of your big problems, faggot. You don’t know how to cooperate. Your bastard son does nothing but fight back rather than work as a team. That’s ok, I have another special lesson planned for this conference, a lesson in teamwork. Mama, care to give me a hand?”

“Come to me, Son.”

Tommy groaned. Coach took him by both arms. Pulling back, in a primal rage, he dislocated Tommy’s arms, this time not just one. He screamed and cried, coach throwing him to his mothers feet. His arms swung, limp by his side. He crawled to his mother, sitting at her feet, fearing more bodily harm.

Mrs. Robbins held her sons eyelids open with her hot-pink nails to see Coach messing with the TV.

“Here is a live feed of the team.”

Tommy was horrified. He saw on the live feed, his heavily pregnant girlfriend on her knees, smoking cigarettes and snorting cocaine off of the quarterbacks cock.

“Hey baby! Coach told me all about his planned conference for you today. I figured I can help!” She took a quick bump of coke off the QBs black cock, giggling up at him and kissing it cock playfully. She stood up, showing her belly to the camera.

“See this baby! It’s ours!” She jiggled her massive belly. “Well, soon it’s gonna be theirs. Coach told me I could help you with a lesson in Teamwork today.”

His mother was filled with rage. “You got a girl pregnant?!”

Tommy was going crazy, his mind was a mix of panicking pain, and feelings of ultimate betrayal. He could only stare.

His gf knelt back down, staring into the camera.

“What’s a matter baby? Cat got your tongue?”

“Ahh ah ah ah…”

“Well, you should know… It’s a girl! Just like you wanted! Mrs. Robbins, you should watch too! You will definitely take something from it.”

She stared at the screen, one son holding the first twin, the other fixed open her eldest boys eyes.

“I’m watching. We’re, watching.”