Chapter 3 - Valentines

 Valentine’s Day never ranked particularly high for me in my list of holidays. Most of the time, I was happy because that meant Mom and Dad would be going out for the whole evening, which left me at home to play games to my heart’s content. My mother, though, would always be preparing for the event days in advance, a good little Asian slut that wanted to make sure her white master wouldn’t be disappointed with her when the time came. The one time my Dad missed Valentine’s Day because he was on a “trip”, Mom blamed herself and the next day cut down on eating and started going back to the gym. “You be very good to your father when he’s back,” she would order me, and it never occurred to me that he might be out there planting his superior side into another womb… potentially making himself a better son. 

 Only now as an adult did these kinds of dark thoughts swarm through my head. 

“Your father and I will be going to Paris this weekend,” Mom said to me during breakfast, going around in a pair of yoga pants so tight that I thought they would splinter each time she bent over. She was mixing cooking, watching the morning news, and exercising, her breasts heaving over her sweaty tummy each time she got done doing a series. For a woman past thirty, she was looking better every day… 

 Her dark eyes found me as I stared at her and she smiled. “Your mom’s looking good, huh?” 

 I tried to get serious and put my eyes back to the food, embarrassed. “You’ve been training a lot.” 

“Harder to look good as you get older. You should treasure your youth,” she told me. “Plus, I know I like to look good for your father.” 

 I wondered if that thought ever crossed Dad’s mind. Did he ever think while he splurged on food and enjoyed himself to the fullest that he should watch his weight because of what Mom might think? There was no way. As a white man, he knew that she would be his obedient yellow fuck toy no matter what, even if he turned green and was with one foot in the ground. My mother’s entire reason to exist was to please him and be hot for the few minutes a day he gave her his complete focus. 

 Apart from the honor of being able to worship such an alpha male and enjoy his cock, it was a largely meaningless existence, and at times I did find myself feeling bad for her. She was an exceptionally smart woman that might have been more than a glorified slave if she hadn’t been born into an inferior race. 

 And I guess the same is true for me, I realized as I brought the food up to my mouth.

“You know, why don’t you come with us this year?” Mom suddenly suggested. She passed a delicate pale hand through her lacquered black locks, and I love the way they shimmered in the morning sun and undulated all the way down to her small waist. She may have been an Asian, but damn if Dad hadn’t chosen for himself the hottest piece of ass to marry. “Hmmm?” A woman that knew she was attractive, but fundamentally oblivious of just how much of a stunning, gorgeous goddess she was. 

“C-Come with you?” I thought of what a privilege it would be to follow them around on the streets of Paris and maybe even share a hotel with them. To hear and maybe even watch them fuck… “I mean, does Dad want that?” 

“Your father wants to spend more time with you, so I’m sure he does.” 

 He did?... That was news to me… “When did he say that?”

“Honey, your father is getting older and soon you’ll be settling down. Of course he wants to be with you. He always feels guilty about how much he’s gone.” Mom yawned and blinked hard. “What about that girl of yours? You should take her.” 

“Rebecca?” 

“Sure, why not?” 

 Mom, Dad, and Rebecca for good measure… 

 Yes, that would be nice… 





 By the time Friday came, our tickets were purchased and everything was settled. 

“God, Paris, I’ve always wanted to go to Paris…” Rebecca was saying, in the same dreamy tone as she first started on the phone, even as we were about to board the plane. “Is there snow? I hope there’s snow.” 

 Mom smirked. “Easier to see all the Muslims that way.” 

“Darling,” said Dad in a harsh, almost paternal manner. “How many times have I told you to stop talking like that?” 

 She placed her long red nails on his chest. “Sorry, Daddy…” She lowered them gently, then lingered for a moment as they reached the end of his belly and fell off. 

 Dad sighed - forgiven, but not forgotten. He wandered off to the windows as Mom came over to where Rebecca and I were standing. The difference between them couldn’t be clearer - here was my mom wearing her stylish black coat with an elegant bob keeping her endless hair together, while Rebecca just wore a winter coat with a furry collar. Her chest was big enough that it showed even through the thick clothing, and I knew that my mother noticed it - not because she stared at them, but because she refused to glance at her protruding udders even once. A real display of willpower. 

“You look lovely, Becky.” 

“T-Thank you,” said Rebecca. “Nobody really calls m--” 

“I can’t wait to show you around Paris. I’ve been there so many times I’m practically a native. Do you speak French?” 

 Rebecca reddened and grinned with deep shame. “Not really.” 

“Dommage.” 

 I almost felt bad for Rebecca and I wondered what had gotten into my mother to start such an assault… though, I admit, it was satisfying to watch Mom dominate her so directly. The way Rebecca withdrew and made herself look as tiny as a bug despite being much bigger than my mother in reality was amazing. Mom had some real daylight Ventrue vibes going on.

“Son!” The shout got everyone’s attention, and I saw Dad waving me over. What could he want? “I’ll be right back,” I told Rebecca, who smiled and bobbed her head despite the deep terror in her eyes. Becky. Now that was funny. 

 As I got close, Dad suddenly put his weighty arm around my neck and pulled me in. “How you doing?” he asked in a genuine sort of way. 

“Good… Good,” I said decisively.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean…” My head bobbed as he held my eyes. “Yeah.” 

“Shame we couldn’t bring that slut mom of hers, eh?” He jerked his grizzled her towards Rebecca. “She’s got some big fucking tits on her, this one. Made to breed and little else by the looks of her.” 

 I wondered what everyone else there would have thought if they heard him objectify her in this way. And yet, despite my few good moments with her, despite her good school results and whatever else, I knew that he was right. Rebecca was nothing special. Just the modern version of a plump peasant’s daughter. 

 Dad slapped my back then rubbed it. It felt good. It made me feel safe. “You better fuck her good for bringing her all this way. And fuck her ass, too. Cows like her love that sort of thing. Make her cry for looking like such a whore.” 

 He was speaking in such a relaxed way, but my dick was getting so stiff the jeans felt like a cage. I glanced down for a split second to see if he was hard as well, but noticed that he wasn’t. These were just the sort of thoughts he must have always had and now felt the need to share with me. With his son. 

 Dad…

“So,” he started. “You gonna fuck her?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Because if you aren’t, maybe we’ll let your mom go ahead. She seems to be all into her.” 

 Now that sounded hot. The idea of my slender and luxurious mother putting “Becky” in her place was amazing to think about. “You think she would?”

“Probably.” 

“Well, if she wants to and you want to you can…” My body trembled as I made the proposal and couldn’t meet his eyes. “You know, I’m not that into her, so…” 

 Dad didn’t even blink. It was like we were talking about trading cattle. “If I knew you felt that way I would've found you a better girl for the trip. But sure, maybe we’ll take her. I like these simple-minded bovine types. Few Asians fit that category. But back home, that was all I’d be fucking.”

 My eyes widened. Story time? “Really?”  

“Oh, yeah. The school was filled with these homegrown chubby types. Hell, even the teachers fit that bill for the most part. I remember there was this chick that used to be our history teacher for a while, after our own got sick. Came there for the winter to take his place, all the way from the city. I wouldn’t be surprised if she went back home to her husband with her belly all rounded.” 

 The second I heard him talk that way my knees got weak. “You fucked her?” 

“Sure did. Not just me, we all did. It was me, Rob, Andy - lots of guys.” 

“What about Asian girls? There weren’t any?” 

“There was one.” 

 That was it. “And?”

 Dad gave me a look and opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated. “Look, you know I was a bad kid, right? Most of the things I did back then weren’t exactly… Ethical.” 

“Look, Dad, it’s cool,” I said, trying to laugh it off. “Of course. I’m not stupid.” 

 He nodded gravely. “Right. Well. There used to be this chick back in our town. Some girl from either Vietnam or Indonesia whatever godforsaken place it was. She couldn’t speak a word of English and the others avoided her because they were racist, so it came to me to educate the poor girl about our way of life. I used to make her suck my dick behind the school during every break, and soon enough I was fucking her silly on a daily basis. One day her pa came and started threatening me in whatever the hell language he was speaking and I kicked his ass to kingdom come. Next time I fucked his daughter, I took her ass. Boy, did she cry. But by the time we were done with school, she became a real champ. Her English didn’t improve much, but she knew how to say what mattered. ‘Fuck me master’ and ‘I am gook slut’ were at the top of her learning pyramid. Good girl.” 

 My dick was rock hard from listening to that story. “What happened to her?” 

“Who knows? Probably married, had kids, and moved on with her life. God, she was tight. I’m telling you - without her tender little ass I never would’ve become this passionate about Asian women.” 

 I could only imagine what it was like to be that girl. To come over to this country in the hopes that you were going to find freedom and happiness only to learn that all you can be is the cumdumpster of a white man. To wake up knowing that your only purpose in life is to get fucked and that your father is too much of a beta male to stop the superior whites from putting you on your knees where you belong. 

 It was sad… sad and hot as fuck. Strangely, it wasn’t the white part of me that got thrilled at the idea of doing that to some poor soul that happened to share some of my genes… It was the Asian part that got excited at the idea of being dominated in that way. What if it was my daughter experiencing that? What if some white guy forced me to watch her getting fucked up the ass? My wife?

 What if I was the one being fucked?... 

 No… 

 I wasn’t gay… 

 But it sure made my blood rush to think about it. 

 

 As soon as we boarded the plane, Mom grabbed my hand and made me sit with her as Dad went to sit with Rebecca a row in front of us. “Your father wants to get to know her a little better,” said Mom with an unhappy look. I wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or pure dislike for my girlfriend that animated her, or a bit of both.

 Still, it was hot to see Dad going to Rebecca after I gave him the green light. Rebecca was chatting to him animatedly, and a couple of times her head rose over the chair to give me a bashful smile. Was she happy to be sent as fuckmeat to my father? Probably. 

“God, these chairs are so uncomfortable,” Mom bitched, shifting around.

“We’re in first class.” 

“God, I wish somebody knocked me out so we could just wake up there.” 

 It didn’t take long for her to actually fall asleep. 

 The whole time I caught glimpses of my father feeling Rebecca up, from placing his hand over her thigh to petting her head and playing with her hair. She seemed incredibly shy, but delighted to be enjoying the full attention of this old white bull. 

 At some point he leaned her way, and while I couldn’t get a good angle, I was sure they were making out. I desperately needed to see what was happening. I glanced at my sleeping mother, then got up and slowly went towards the bathroom, my eyes sparing a glance in their direction as I passed. 

 In the darkened interior, I saw not only that they were making out, but that my father’s hand was under her sweater while Rebecca’s hand sat right on top of his white cock. The pants separated the two, of course, but the sight just took my breath away. Here was this pure Asian girl, the one that I somehow managed to make my girlfriend, being taken by this strong white male and loving every second of it. First Dad took Ayane, and now he would ravish her daughter. 

 I went along for fear that they might notice me staring, though I couldn’t help myself from stroking once I reached the bathroom. The pants dropped and my hand wrapped around my small Asian dicklet looked inexcusably tiny in the mirror’s reflection. How would Rebecca react if she ever saw my father’s big white cock first and only afterwards saw mine? It would be humiliating. Devastating. And yet, that was exactly what turned me on. Having her compare the two of us directly only to see how much better he was… 

 When I returned I saw that Dad moved back to his seat next to Mom and that Rebecca was waiting for me to sit next to her. 

“Hey,” she said, oddly relaxed, as if my father hadn’t been touching her only moments ago.

“Hey yourself.” My breath was still shaky. Just looking at her reminded me of him and that they were bound to fuck soon, that his BWC was going to dismantle her and tear through her sweet Asian pussy. 

“We should be arriving soon.” 

“Yeah. Few more hours now.” 

“You know, your father he’s…” Her voice trailed off as she looked my way. “I think he’s a little into me,” she confessed. “Should we do something about that?” The open way she phrased her question said it all: I’m warning you to take measures if needed, but I’m very okay with this. 

“Does it bother you?” 

 Rebecca blushed and stammered: “Bother me? No, no…” 

“Then let’s just enjoy ourselves. I’m fine with you and my parents getting as close as they want.” 

 I made sure to emphasize that it was up to them and not to us - certainly not to her. Despite knowing none of this beforehand, Rebecca accepted it surprisingly easily. After a while she breathlessly stated: “Your dad wants to teach me how to kiss.” 

 I took her hand and squeezed it lovingly. “You should let him.” 

 Finally, her face looked stunned. “O-Okay.” 

 I had officially surrendered my Asian girlfriend to my white father. 

 All I needed now was to watch him fuck her.





 We landed and took cabs to our hotel. The gross luxury of our suites surprised even me, but Rebecca was shocked as she entered our room. Her eyes went over the antique furniture, the huge bed, the windows that opened up to the cityscape beyond. “Is this original?” she asked, puzzling over a painting. 

 Even before we could take a second to relax, Mom came in without knocking. “You guys, we’ll be going out in an hour or so. See that you’re ready.” 

 As soon as she closed the door, I heard Rebecca sigh. “That woman tires me out. Sorry, I know she’s your step-mom and all, but… Doesn’t she annoy you?” 

 That’s my mother, you bitch. You’re not even one fifth as good as she is. Dumb half-Japanese mutt. “No,” I stated darkly, not even bothering to threaten her. I knew that I could’ve made a point right now about how she was my real mom and how I was half-Asian myself. Instead, I shut up, knowing Mom’s retribution would come sooner or later.

 We ended up going to a French place only five minutes away from the Eiffel Tower, and there Mom spoke in elegant French to all the waiters and even a few of the guests around the other tables. Dad seemed unimpressed, used to her brains, but Rebecca looked uncomfortable. My mother wore an elegant and shiny red dress that fit her body and left her arms bare; but Rebecca never expected to go to a place like this and the nicest outfit she could put together was a skirt with a blouse. 

 Later, when we left the restaurant, Mom said, “God, I’m tired.” 

“Why don’t you go home?” said Dad. “I’ll take the kids around some more.”

“I mean… I’m not that tired.” 

“Go,” he said pointedly, leaving no room for discussion. “You need your rest. Tomorrow is our big day.” 

 Seeing my mother being sent away like this was painful, but no one was going to speak against my father. She cursed under her breath and nodded, then got into a cab without another word.

 I wasn’t sure what Dad was planning but it definitely had to do with Rebecca. I could see him eyeing her during dinner and every so often she would glance up and smile shyly at him. Now, he took her by the hand as we walked. “Why don’t we go unwind?” he said. 

 We walked around aimlessly, with Dad and Rebecca doing most of the talking. At some point we stopped to look at a monument and his arms came around her from behind, holding her tight. Rebecca seemed a little tense as she glanced my way, but there was a gleam in her eyes.

 I glanced at my phone and noticed it was past midnight, which meant that it was now officially Valentines. “Happy Valentine’s day,” I told them. 

“Already?” said Dad. “Happy Valentine’s day, son.” 

 Rebecca’s eyes found mine, even as Dad held her. “Happy Valentine’s day, baby.” 

 I knew that it was coming, and I wanted it. 

 Rather than my father taking his hands off so she could come and kiss me, he started kissing her neck and Rebecca threw her head back in response, her slutty and wet little Asian mouth opening up to coo for him. Her hands found his and their fingers interlocked. Soon enough the old white lips made their way up and they started kissing in earnest, Rebecca sucking in his tongue in the middle of the street. 

 My busty Asian girlfriend and strong white father were making out right in front of me.  

 Suddenly my Dad’s eyes opened and found mine. “You want in on this?” 

 I shook my head instinctively. “Maybe later.”  

 I couldn’t tell if Rebecca was disappointed or if my words even registered with her because she never bothered to look my way. Instead, she just gazed at Dad with an intoxicated look, wanting and expecting more. 

 They were going to fuck. I knew it. 

 My dick was so hard I was going to come right then and there. 

 They kissed some more as we went around, walking through Paris at midnight, till Rebecca gave me a strange look. She said nothing, but then got up and whispered in my ear, “Do you think you could get lost?” 

 The harsh way she said it nearly took my breath away. Get lost? Never in my life did I think those words could come from her. Clearly, she wanted to be alone with Dad… Wow, was that mean. 

 All I wanted was to watch them fuck but it seemed she wasn’t into that. At the same time I didn’t want my cucked ass to get in the way so I told Dad I was feeling tired. “Are you serious?” he asked, sighing. “Well, okay. We’ll be back soon too.” 

 

 At the hotel I fell asleep in spite of my mad state of arousal, and woke up the next day alone. I waited for a while, hoping someone would come get me, but then got up and changed. I knocked at Mom’s door, waiting for an answer, but when none came I just went in. “Mom? Are you up?” 

 I noticed that Mom and Dad were sleeping on the bed, her pale and slender body resting on top of his hairy chest, with one leg thrown across him for good measure. She was completely naked, and I thought I could even see a glimmer of wetness between her legs as they parted. I averted my gaze in shame, trying to look away… and saw Rebecca.

 She was hogtied and gagged, all in red, left completely naked at the foot of the bed. 

 I couldn’t help but stare, seeing her naked body for the first time, but some shifting from the bed scared me and I quickly left and closed the door. 

 They… tied her up like that? What else had they done with her?...

 A threesome took place…

 

 I waited the whole morning for them to emerge, but it was room service that came and asked me if they could help me with anything, explaining that my parents called saying they were “late” and “tied up.” 

 They’re literally in their room fucking my girlfriend, I thought. 

 I went out by myself and walked around, enjoying the city, trying to keep sane as I wondered what was going on in that room, feeling my tiny Asian pecker throbbing in my pants. I tried to keep from fapping, hoping to preserve it until I could finally see some action, but it was the most random thing that got me: I saw an Asian couple walking right ahead of me and noticed how drop-dead gorgeous she was and how lucky he was. Maybe Asian girls here in Europe were different? Less white-obsessed? 

 Then, a moment later, a white guy appeared that towered over them both and the chick quickly ran up and showered him with kisses. Even with his winter clothing I could tell that the guy was buff, despite the goofiness of his blonde ponytail and huge beard, there was no doubting there was a 11/10 male by almost any standards. 

 Too good for that yellow-skinned bitch, I thought, feeling a little jealous. 

 No, not jealous… After all, he was a guy… But…

 God, girls had it so much easier. 

 The Asian cuck that I thought was her boyfriend just stared on, the hatred written all over his face. The white guy didn’t even care. He just shook his hand in the most friendly and disarming way, then took the chick up on his arm as if she were his young daughter rather than some Asian slut that threw herself at him. 

 So this is how it worked even here. The world over, Asian women were giving themselves to white breeding… 

 I could understand Dad getting shifted despite his raw masculinity, but I could not think of a single living female that wouldn’t drop on her knees before that Adonis I just saw. I wasn’t even a girl and… I wanted to do that… 

 Fuck. 

 I was dizzy. 

 My dick was so hard that it hurt. 

 I rushed to the nearest alley to try and adjust my pants, but that was a mistake. The pressure of the movement combined with the arousal in my pencil dick was just too much, and I came right as I got there. 

 I stood in the alley, glancing down at my parents as I shivered helplessly, hoping my underwear would be enough to stop the cumstains from showing through. 

 Thankfully, they were.

 That fucking guy… 

 Just looking at him made me… 

 Made me come. 

 Fuck. 

 This was my Valentine’s Day? 

