Chapter 1 - Happy Birthday, Fareeha!

 The young Pharah put down the scissors and glanced at herself in the mirror. The long locks of lacquered dark hair had been cut down entirely, leaving her with a boyish cut that emphasized her cheekbones and facial structures. She kept looking at herself, then took a step back and put her hands in the pockets of the jean shorts, admiring the abs that reflected back and the toned arms. 

 There were only three more days until Pharah turned of age, and she did not want to become a legal adult without being herself. So far, she led her family on, letting them think whatever they wanted about her future, indulging their fantasies about how she would find a nice boy and settle down. What they didn’t understand or would ever want to hear is that her home was between a pair of soft and silky thighs, lapping up some pretty girl’s juices. 

 Her mother, she knew, would be aghast at the sound of any of this. Even though Ana loved to see her daughter strengthening her body and learning how to fight, she never assumed-

“Fareeha! Are you home? Where are you?” 

 Pharah tensed immediately and gulped. She had been preparing for this moment for years, yet she remained reluctant to face her mother head on. But she cut her hair on purpose so there could be no turning back. I just have to tell her the truth… 

 The busty teen came out of the bathroom and padded over to the living room. “I’m home.” 

“Good. I was out and found these nice fresh veggies and I thought we could-” As Ana turned to face her daughter, the muscles in her face went slack. “What in the name of God have you done to yourself, Fareeha?” 

“I just cut my hair. This suits me better.”

“It doesn’t suit you at all!” Ana screamed, rushing over to see it. She grabbed her daughter’s head as if she were inspecting a wound. “Why did you do this?” 

 Be strong, Pharah told herself. “I need you to hear something.” 

“Which is?” 

“In three days I’m going to be eighteen.” 

“I am well aware of that…” 

“And I wanted you to know that I’m-”

“Worried?” 

“Not into guys,” said Pharah resolutely. 

 Ana became thoughtful and locked eyes with her. “I’m not surprised. You’re a tough cookie. No one’s expecting you to go and be some perfect housewife, you know. You’ll do things your own way.” 

 It was so tempting to let it go like this, as a simple misunderstanding, but Pharah steeled herself and went on, ready to demolish her mother’s dreams and break free of her chains. “You don’t understand. I don’t like guys. I like girls. I’m… a lesbian.” 

 Ana just sniffed with grim amusement. “That’s not possible. You would’ve told me.”

“I am telling you right now…” 

“You want to be some fucking dyke?” 

 Pharah was so shocked to hear the tone and that slur used that she took a step back and froze, a deeply hurt look on her face. Only an animal would use a word like that... “What did you say?”

“Tell me that you’re joking, Fareeha. This is not funny.” 

“I am not. Angela and I-”

“Angela? So this is that bitch’s fault! No wonder. She’s way older and corrupting you.”

“Mom, please, I love-” 

 Ana loomed over her, seething with rage, looking close to hitting her. In all their time together, Pharah could not remember ever seeing her mother get so angry. “Get out. A dyke is no daughter of mine. Get the hell out!” 

 Pharah just looked at her mother, stunned. Where was she supposed to go? She wasn’t even wearing shoes… 

 Nevertheless, she went and put on some clothes, took her savings, and left home without saying another word. 





 Eighteen. 

 It was only five minutes past midnight, but Pharah was glad to know that she was her own person now. No longer someone’s daughter, but just another woman. Her mother hadn’t called. Only Angela and her father did. That was no surprise. There wasn’t even so much as a text. Pharah always thought that she would stay strong in moments like these, but the thought that she had been abandoned over a matter this insignificant made her tear up. 

 Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, she thought.  

 She woke up at dawn with the phone buzzing next to her and picked up without seeing who it was, her eyes burning from the brightness of the screen. “Hello?” 

“Fareeha… it’s your mother. If you still want to call me that after this week.” 

 Pharah’s blood rushed and she stood up, inhaling deep. “Mommy?” 

“Darling, happy birthday.” The emotional pause sounded louder than the TV.  “I’m sorry about what I said the other day.” 

 She bit her lip and went over to the bathroom to look at herself and freshen up, as conscientious if Ana could have actually seen her. “Me too, Mommy…” 

“Come by in the evening, okay? I have a present for you, my little girl. Or big girl, I should say. See you soon.” 

“Okay, Mommy.” 





 Pharah thought that this would be a good time to compromise rather than make things worse. She showered and made herself look good, and spent the better part of the whole day rehearsing what she would say to her mom if the topic of her sexuality came up again. 

 When evening came she went back home and knocked on the front door, something she had never done at their own house, as if she were some stranger. 

 Ana opened the door and smiled, wearing a tiny sports bra that made Pharah feel conscious of the way she stared at her mother’s body and breasts. “Come on in, birthday girl.” 

 The two hugged each other tightly, their tits pressing against each other, then Ana led her towards the kitchen. “Come on. There’s a friend that’s come over and wants to see you.” 

 A friend? Who could that be? 

 Pharah followed her mother into the kitchen, but the man that stood before her was a total stranger to her. He was tall, well-built, a little rough-looking, wearing some sort of cowboy hat. As she stood before him, he tipped the hat. “How you doin’, miss?” 

“Fareeha, this is… a friend of mine. McCree.” 

 The man extended his hand for a shake that made her feel oddly uncomfortable. Pharah wasn’t exactly sure why, but she could feel his eyes moving over her body and lingering on her exposed abs and little bit of cleavage. This is Mommy’s friend? 

“I wanted to say happy birthday.” 

“Thanks…” 

 Ana smiled at them both. “Well, I think now that the introductions are done, you can start. Go ahead, Jesse.” 

“Go ahead with what?” asked Pharah, confused. 

 The cowboy took a step forward towards her. As her eyes went down, Pharah spotted the bulge showing in his pants. That thing must be…

“Miss,” said McCree, raising his fingers to her shoulders. By the time she realized where he was going with this, the cowboy had her turned around and was nudging her down towards the table. 

 Pharah immediately fought back, trying to get away, but he was incredibly strong despite his unassuming stature. “Now, now,” he whispered in her ear, “no need for any of that.” 

“Let the man do his work, Fareeha.” Her mother leaned against the wall and smiled, twirling a lock of hair between her fingers. “This will be wonderful, I promise.” 

 She shuddered at the ease with which the cowboy ripped apart her tank top and yanked her bra off. Her hands sought to cover up her breasts, but he finished off by ripping her shorts and panties with his raw strength, leaving her young brown body completely naked. Then he pushed her down against the cool table and held her firmly as he unzipped his own pants. 

 Through the window, Pharah could see the sun going down. “Don’t worry, Fareeha, you will thank me for this later,” Ana was saying. 

 The young Pharah glanced over her shoulder and saw the pants drop from McCree’s waist. The thick shaft she saw inked out in the dying light was so big that her breath caught in her chest. It must have been at least ten inches with the heavy way it dangled… No, even bigger, closer to fourteen!

 What is he doing?! He wants to put that thing inside of me? “Mommy!” screamed Pharah, trying to get away. “Mommy, stop him!” 

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” 

 McCree lowered himself on top of her and gently whispered into her ear: “The more you struggle the worse it will be. Just let me handle this - I know what I’m doing.” 

 As soon as she could feel the heated head of his dick hitting her from behind, Pharah tried to flex her thighs, to close him off… but there was no use. He continued pushing, seeming to enjoy the toned thighs as he made his way through them, smacking his lips near her ear like a famished wolf as his head once again rubbed against her silky young lips. 

“Please, stop…” Tears came to her eyes. She was supposed to be strong! Why couldn’t she move this American dirtbag off of her?! I won’t lose my virginity to a man! I won’t! “Get the fuck off of me, American! Get off!” screamed Pharah, spittle flying from her mouth as she went into full panic mode. 

 Ana clicked her tongue and gently pet her head. “Calm down, my dear, calm down. This is all for your own good.” 

“Listen to your mom, darlin’. She knows what she’s talking about.” 

 What did that even mean?! Had her mother done this before? Was her mother actually fucking this American bastard behind her father’s back? “Mom! Mom!!” 

 McCree kissed her neck tenderly and kept her down despite her struggles, making sure not to hurt her, and began to push. Pharah gasped in pain and went into shock as the throbbing head plunged inside her virgin pussy and stretched it open. He held her like that for some time, getting her used to the feeling, then slowly pushed his way inside, opening up the tender young cunt for his experienced dick. 

 Pharah shrieked, but there was no use. McCree just covered up her mouth and kept her in check, forcing himself inside the rest of the way, making sure every inch of his gigantic dick nestled comfortably inside of her tight brown body. 

“You like that,” he whispered into her ear. 

“No,” a muffled Pharah tried to say. “No!” 

“I can feel you likin’ it, darlin’. That little pussy is just givin’ in and swallowin’ me up. Milkin’ me dry. You take that big white dick with pride, little Egyptian.” He kissed her toned back with admiration. “This magnificent body’s earned it.”

 There was nothing she could do to stop him. Just nothing… Her whole life was supposed to prepare her for this moment, but all it took was this ordinary-looking white guy to hold her down and take away what was most sacred. To force his way inside of her. Defiling what was most pure about her. All on her mother’s orders… 

 I’ll kill them both, I’ll- “

“AaaaAaaaAaaAaa~” cried a helpless Pharah against his palm, feeling his gigantic shaft working her insides raw, feeling him so deep inside that he became one with her, driving his dick into every sensitive spot as if he possessed intimate knowledge of her body that not even she could get access to. 

 He’s so deep inside of me…

 It hurt a little, but not nearly as much as she always feared, and the starting pains soon went away entirely. All she was left with was a crazy feeling of being taken over by another from the inside out, of having a powerful dick rubbing and pulsating against the most sensitive spots inside of her and leaving her a sopping mess. The juices were trickling down her thighs and his thrusts echoed audibly in the small kitchen. So embarrassing… 

“You like it,” McCree repeated, his husky voice whispering right into her ear, his southern drawl going into her brain and borrowing itself there. “Say that you like it. I’ll go easy on you if you do.” 

“I…” No, she couldn’t say that… It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be, but her mother was right there, and this was done without her consent… 

“Say it, darlin’. Do it for me. Please?” 

“I…” Pharah gulped. “I like it.”  

 Her mother clapped her hands together and McCree giggled happily. “I know you do.” 

 It was humiliating to have to admit it, but it was liberating at the same time. No, it wasn’t that bad. She had fingered herself countless times, but never did she go so deep, and there was probably no chance she could by herself. It’s a nice feeling… 

“Now, Jesse, I think you can give Fareeha the real thing.” 

 McCree gave a mocking salute. “Yes, ma’am.” 

 The real thing? What was that supposed to be? 

 Pharah got her answer when he pulled out almost the entire length he slowly borrowed his way into, and slammed back inside with a single powerful thrust. A movement so powerful that Pharah could not even scream. Before her reeling mind could make sense of her feelings, he drew back and pushed in again, then again, doing it faster as he started fucking her mercilessly, hammering the gigantic white cock into her pussy. 

“Does that feel good?” 

 Pharah couldn’t even speak. The dick simply obliterated her with enough force that it felt like it came all the way into her brain and fucked her senses away. “It feels amazing,” she admitted. “You’re amazing.” She turned her head back and kissed him on the mouth, feeling a lust unlike anything that ever came before. McCree let go of her arms and grabbed her waist, pumping her with expert movements as he claimed the young Egyptian’s virginity. 

 Her mother took her trembling hands and locked eyes with her. “Ready to come?” 

 Eyes going into full hearts in the throes of ecstasy, Pharah opened her drooling mouth and nodded. “Yes,” she howled. “Yes!” 

“Put a baby in this little princess, Jesse.” 

 The cowboy turned her around on her back and fucked her from the front, letting her brown limbs wrap around him as he placed her in a perfect mating press. Then McCree slammed into her so hard that her vision went blurry and she needed to be restrained again, but all Pharah could do was laugh hysterically and yell as the most incredible feeling welled up inside of her, combined with an intense heat that she was certain was his strong seed spilling right into her womb. So this is… what coming feels like… All the while, the cowboy towered over her, grinning like some unstoppable god.

 Pharah started kissing him with mad passion, telling him to never let her go. “I love you,” said the young Egyptian breathlessly. “I really thought I was into girls, but…” 

“You’re no dyke.” He gave her a playful slap, then moved aside. 

 Ana stepped in front of her. “Well, Fareeha. Did you enjoy your birthday gift?” 

“Yes, Mommy. I did.” 

“Actually,” said McCree softly, “I got a gift for her too.” 

 Before either of them reacted, the cowboy pushed her mother down on the table and ripped her pants open, then spread her fat ass to reveal a puckered-up asshole. “Your mom’s got a lot of experience.” 

 Pharah saw her mother smiling as McCree slammed into her ass. The older Ana took it like a pro, biting her lip and smiling as the massive dick dominated and stretched her slutty asshole. Then the cowboy wrapped an arm around her neck and started choking her. “You’re enjoying this way too much, you old bitch.”  

 His hand slapped into her bouncing butt until it blushed a bright red on both sides, while the immense white cock went in and out of her gaping hole, putting her mother in a frenzy of joy. There was no concern this time on McCree’s part not to hurt her, and Pharah noticed that her mother loved every second of it, getting thrilled from being used like this. 

 McCree then turned the old bitch around and raised her in his arms, impaling her ass on his dick as she jumped up and down, grinding her heavy breasts against his chest. Pharah just watched, as if in a trance, her eyes focused on the way her mother’s asshole managed to swallow up all fourteen inches without Ana so much as giving him one tear. 

 Watching them, Pharah got the feeling that they did this many times. 

“Slap her ass, girl!” McCree ordered. “Go on, get into the spirit of it!” 

 Not in a million years could Pharah have imagined herself participating in a threesome with her mother. But clearly, there was more to Ana than she ever imagined, and the powerful way in which she took that dick as her beautiful brown butt got abused by McCree’s strong fingers left her speechless. 

 Instead of slapping her as told, Pharah just reached out and kissed her mother’s ass in worship, wishing she could be half as good, then McCree’s strong white fingers, all the while fingering herself as the cowboy’s seed oozed out from her already tamed pussy. 

“Ready for your gift?” he asked. 

 Pharah gulped and bobbed her head. “Yessir.” 

 McCree put her mother back on the table, then lifted one boot up and put it on top of her head as he finished her off. Ana’s legs started to quiver as she began to come, but it was McCree that groaned in satisfaction and grabbed Pharah by the back of the head. 

 She wasn’t sure what was happening until she found herself pressed against her mother’s gaping steamy asshole, a thick creampie spilling out of it. No instructions were needed as Pharah immediately stuck out her tongue and started licking it up, ending up going inside Ana’s ass to slurp it all up, kissing the rim of her asshole with her young lips.

“Now that’s a thing of beauty,” said McCree. 

 The cowboy dragged them both to their knees and jerked himself off in front of them, the monstrous white cock bulging so powerfully that even his strong hand seemed small by comparison.  

 The Egyptian mother and daughter began to kiss for him, and then he came, shooting out so much hot cum that it covered them both up and came between them as they kissed, their tongues caressing each other bathed in his powerful seed. 

 McCree lifted up his phone and took a shot of them together. “Well, ain’t that a special sight. Your husband’s gonna love this one. And the Doc too. Ziegler, was it? Might want to pay her a visit in person.” 

