Chapter 4: Climax
Despite all the humiliating remarks Austin made about Cindy's son, Cindy had constant sex with Austin for the next 2 days. In fact, she started looking forward to the encounters, which she despised. Austin was not only a great lover for Cindy, but it was also a chance for her to humiliate her own race and her own son. Austin played with Cindy's emotions like a puppeteer, manipulating her into a state of submissive arousal. Austin's words stung Cindy's ears, but they also brought the sweetest throbbing between her Chinese legs.
Austin had become an expert on inflicting racial humiliation on Asian women while at the same time making them feel the sweetest pleasure between their legs. He used his knowledge from psychology classes in college to understand how to push emotional buttons to create specific responses which enhanced their sexual experiences. For Austin, it was not only about fulfilling his fetishes but also making Asian women experience immensely satisfaction from their interracial coupling. He knew Cindy was fighting internally. But he also knew that this internal fight to protect her son was making her leak so copiously when giving in to him. Austin had seen it countless times with Asian women and he loved it. When they are in the position of cuckolding the men of their own race with a white, tall, muscular, blonde haired, blue eyed men like him, they had no way to stop their pussy from getting the sweetest pleasure. That is because they themselves realize that their race of men are inferior to tall, blonde, white men. But a white man has be careful with his words though. The trick was to not to be crass or crude or cruel but gently suggestive in the way he spoke. Austin had mastered this art. A woman's arousal trumps her maternal or familial instincts every time. The sweeter the pleasure a man can give a woman better her legs, the greater is the chance of her giving in to the enemy of the men in her life.
Austin was masterful at making Cindy squirt with his gentle but firm manipulation of her G-spot. Austin would often goad Cindy with racist comments, but his technique was impeccable.
"You know, Austin," Cindy whispered, her voice barely audible. "I think I hate you and myself even more than I thought possible."
Austin chuckled darkly, his green eyes gleaming with amusement. "Why do you hate me?"
Austin asked, his tone surprisingly soft. "We both know we can't resist our desires."
Cindy sighed heavily, her body slumped on the couch. "I just can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I'm betraying my son."
Austin shrugged, his green eyes shimmering with indifference. "So what?" he retorted. "He's not here. He doesn't know."
Cindy shot him a furious glance, her nostrils flaring.
"Do you really think I'm that shallow?" she snapped, her voice cold and hard. "I may be horny, but I'm not stupid." "Perhaps not," he conceded, his voice softening slightly. "But you can't deny that it's exciting to give your body to me when your son is still a virgin at 25 and even other Asian girls won't give their body to him." Cindy's lips tightened, and she bit back a retort. The truth was, she knew Eddie had no girls in college and often had to hear Austin having sex with girls every night for 4 years, even all the Chinese, Korean, Filipino girls slept with Austin. And here she was, Eddie’s own Chinese mother who was also freely giving her body to Austin. And the deeper truth in Cindy’s heart was she also wanted to give her body to Austin for this very fact. The fact that she was piling on her own Asian son’s sexual misery by giving her body to Austin too was deliciously fetishistic for her. She had not admitted this to Austin but she knew Austin would sooner make her admit it. She was bracing herself for the moment Austin’s persuasion would make her admit loud.
“I want you to say it Cindy. I want you to admit that you find it incredibly hot that I fucked any crush that Eddie had in college.”, Austin said in a seductive low tone.
His dark eyes bore into hers, daring her to admit the filthy truth.
Cindy let out a low moan, unable to resist the intensity of his gaze. She knew she wanted to give in to him, to admit that it turned her on to think about how Austin had fucked all of Eddie's Asian crushes, leaving him with none. It was a sick fetishistic fantasy, but it was one that Cindy couldn't deny.
"You are disgusting. You call Eddie your friend and then secretly scheme to fuck any girl Eddie likes.”, Cindy hissed at Austin, still desperately keeping up her non-admittance.
A small part of her knew arguing with Austin over his fucked up obsession with Asian girls was pointless, but she couldn’t help herself. The bigger part of her worried about Eddie, about how he would feel if he knew what was going on between his best friend and his own mother.
“But you do find it hot, don’t you?”, whispered Austin while caressing her bare inner Asian thighs.
"Admit it, Cindy. I know you find it hot that I took every single one of Eddie's Asian crushes in college."
Cindy stiffened, but her pussy quivered in response to his words. She wanted to argue, to deny it, but the truth was, she couldn't. Austin had a point, and it was true. She had heard his laughter and the very sounds of his pleasure with the Asian girls he dated during college, never even giving money or gifts to win them over.
Cindy felt a wave of shame wash over her—she knew it was wrong to get pleasure from her son's failures with women. She should have been supportive, but instead, Austin had fed her darkest desires, desires she never even knew she had.
"Stop it," she muttered, trying to wriggle out from under his touch. "I don't find it hot. You're manipulating me."
Austin smirked at her response and leaned down, whispering in her ear, "You can't lie to me, Cindy. No woman can be this tender and sweet tasting between their thighs if their bodies were not reacting. You are emasculating your own small-dicked Asian son by also giving your body to me. I bet if I say that I will set up Eddie with a girl that I fucked, you will become even more wetter.” , Austin taunted with a sly smile.
Cindy felt her breathing quicken as she imagined her son with someone Austin had been with before. The thought of Eddie in a relationship with a woman Austin had used extensively made her start tingling.
"Eddie with a girl you were with?" Cindy gasped, her eyes widening with shock and a twist of desire. "You are sick!” Cindy exclaimed, jerking away from his touch. “I can’t believe you just said that!”
But as much as she wanted to deny it, Cindy couldn’t help the way her body reacted to his words. She was shocked and appalled, but there was also a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. Austin’s eyes glinted with mischief as he sensed her arousal.
“Come on, Cindy,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Admit it.
You want to see it. You are curious about what it'd be like if your son dated one of my leftovers.” Austin's voice was filled with amusement, and the look in his eyes only confirmed that he knew exactly what kind of effect he was having on Cindy.
Cindy's heart pounded in her chest as she considered his words. There was a part of her that was horrified at the thought of her son being with a woman Austin had been with, but there was also another part of her that couldn't help but be intrigued.She knew it was wrong to feel this way, but she couldn't help herself. Austin saw through her, and he knew exactly how to push her buttons."You're disgusting," Cindy whispered, tears forming in her eyes. "I can't believe I'm doing this.”Austin chuckled lowly, his fingers tracing mind-numbing patterns on her sensitive inner thighs as he admired the view of his thick sticky seeds oozing out of her matronly Asian womb. But you are," he said softly. “You will say it. I know that. The moment I saw you at the college I knew I had to be inside you and more so because you are Eddie’s mom. I wanted to put my white seeds in your matronly Asian womb. I used Eddie’s friendships to get close to you. If anybody is to blame for you having white fetishistic sex with me it’s Eddie because he introduced me to you Cindy. And now look here.” Austin gestured towards his seeds and Cindy’s juices dripping down her thighs and onto the bed.Cindy couldn’t help but look down at her spreading thighs, her eyes tracing the path of the cocktail of cum and her own juices spilling out of her pussy. "But Eddie didn’t introduce you to me to fuck me. He certainly didn’t know that you are a bastard that would fuck his mother.”, Cindy hissed.“You fucking asshole. You fucking racist piece of shit.” Austin chuckled, his eyes glinting. “Then Eddie shouldn’t have introduced me to you. Because if he had any sense, he would have known white guys would fuck any non-white woman to take them away from the pool of non-white men."Cindy's eyes widened in shock at the crude truth of Austin's words. She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, knowing that Austin was right. Austin seemed to become sympathetic to her embarrassment and to ease and comfort her took one of her brown nipples between his fingers and very softly twiddled it.He then let it go and very softly blew on it to cool it down. Then he softly whispered in her ear, “You don’t have to feel sorry for Freddie. He is Asian man in America and knowing or without knowing he has done his job. That is help Asian women and white men to go to bed together.” Cindy gasped, her eyes widening in horror “You’re saying that I shouldn’t feel bad because Eddie is Asian and whites are supposed to have sex with Asian women?” Austin nodded and whispered softly as these things were best said in whispers, “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. It’s the natural order of things. White men are dominant, and non-white women are submissive. You are an educated woman and you already know this probably. That for every white men in America there are six women as potential female sex partner. But for every 5 Asian men in America there is only one potential sex partner.” Cindy knew this but hearing Austin whisper it to her made her chest tighten a bit.It was like acknowledging a long-held secret that was too dirty to speak aloud. She said nothing to Austin but contemplated this fact. Yes, every white man in America can have six woman at the same time to go to bed with but out of five Asian men in American four would absolutely remain without a woman. Austin whispered in her ear, “You don’t have to feel bad for Freddie if he doesn’t have a woman. Let’s enjoy our privileges as white man and Chinese 🇨🇳 woman as husband and wife.”.Cindy felt the truth of Austin's words like a punch to the gut. She knew that in America, the odds were stacked against Asian men, and that white men had the luxury of choosing from a larger pool of potential partners. Austin was right, and Cindy hated him for it. But at the same time, she could easily enjoy hot wet sex with a white man like now she was having with her son’s friend Austin.Austin was not only a great fuck but an adroit brainwashing machine and Cindy realized that her own 26 year old Asian son could never have this kind of a hot, sensual and intellectual sexual experience with her. She felt a deep pang of guilt for feeling this way but then her brain rushed to provide her with rationalizations. She was an Asian woman in US, she thought, and Asian men were not known for their bed skills. Many Asian American women had to turn to white men for sexual satisfaction. Even though Austin her teasing her about her son’s sexlessness, she was still getting hot enjoyment being his wife (wife as in not married but in the sexual joy).Cindy couldn't help but feel a twang of satisfaction as Austin's words echoed in her mind. There was a part of her that reviled his bluntness, but another part that reveled in the raw, unapologetic truth of his words. It was a taboo thrill, one that sent shivers down her spine and wetness between her legs.Austin, noticing Cindy's reaction, smirked and pulled her closer, his hand slipping between her thighs. "You like that Freddie don’t have a wife and me and you can enjoy our privilege as husband and wife?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Cindy bit her lip, her body tensing as she felt his fingers tease her folds. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. Her body was on fire, her mind a whirlwind of contradictory emotions. She hated Austin for his cruel words, but her body betrayed her, craving the pleasure only he could provide. She felt a wave of guilt wash over her, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of desire as Austin's fingers slipped inside her.
"You're so wet," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You like it when I talk about Freddie, don't you?You like the idea of him being alone while we fuck," Austin whispered, his voice dark and seductive. Cindy's body shuddered at his words, her pussy clenching around his fingers. She hated how much she was enjoying this, how turned on she was by his filthy words."No," she lied, but her body told a different story. She was wet, so wet that her juices were coating Austin's fingers. Austin chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Cindy's spine. "Liar," he said, pressing his fingers deeper inside her. "You love it. But it’s ok you don’t want to admit it. We can still enjoy our privilege of being husband and wife without Freddie knowing.”.
Austin's words were a thick, syrupy poison, dripping into Cindy's ear and seeping into her mind, corrupting her thoughts. She wanted to resist, to push him away, but her body betrayed her. No matter how much she felt disgusted by his words, she could help but feel turned on by thinking how Austin had completely stole her from her son Freddie. Austin never left her alone so that Freddie could have alone time with her. Austin stuck with her like a leach. Austin would have his hand over her thighs or around her waist in front of Freddie.Cindy would always act indifferent or even irritated at Austin's gestures. But deep down, she loved the attention he gave her. Poor Freddie had no choice but to accept his mother’s sex life since Cindy was single. While Freddie was there Austin remained only in his briefs which outlined his erection which left no doubt in Freddie’s mind that sex was going to happen with her. Austin spent most of the evenings being husband to her and Freddie had to make do alone.
It was a sad situation for Freddie but he accepted it for the sake of his mother. It was evident that her divorced mother needed a man and Austin, who happened to be his best friend was an obliging one. But Austin was not any man, he was a white man and Freddie was an Asian man and that was the biggest difference between them.
Cindy loved the attention Austin gave her. It was the kind of attention she never received from her ex-husband. Austin would always be there for her, cooking her dinner, cleaning the house, and most importantly, making love to her passionately at night.