During the next week after my painful (hot) experience with Alex, he kept circling my mind. In PE I would see him running around with his floppy long dick and bold stature be simultaneously disgusted and turned on. I'd get these huge boners watching him before my cheeks would get all red and my head went fuzzy thinking about how smooth he played, trapped, dominated me, how little effort it took to corner my insignificant white ass and plunder me, how he still has me and has forever left his steamy mark on me. Unconsciously I'd catch myself gawking at him but he'd never look at me. The degree to which he didn't care about me only made both my self hate, and boner, soo much harder. In my sociology class, my hispanic teacher showed us census projections for 2030, how whites were going to be a minority. Hearing that brought my usual anger and humiliation, but deep down turned me on. On my teacher's desk was a happy picture of him with his hot white wife, and I couldn't deny the fact that he was hot too, smart, successful, cool. AGGH! It gave me an unexpected boner in class which a football player had to point out loudly as I put my hand in my pants to adjust my dick. The teacher heard that and tried to hold back from laughing as he scolded the jock. And it wasn't't just at school-he followed me home. I'd be lying awake at night trying to make my cock limp. Trying. When I had failed I could hear Alex calling me a loser. The only way to release the pressure was to desperately jack off ( faster and harder than I ever do ). My mom and I avoided contact for a week. But he got her too. I had no clue my mom masturbated until I started hearing "Oh Alex! Give that little shit a spanking! Teach him, baby! Oh OH! Put that piece of garbage in his place! Fuck oh fuuuck!". The conquistador had invaded, and it was sexy, sexy justice. As time went by, I started sleeping better as Alex faded little by little from my mind. Watching some Trump speeches helped me cope with the future of the country. But just as I started picking up the pieces and my dick started getting softer, he inserted himself forcefully back into my life. I had woken up in the middle of the night another week later from a cluttering in the kitchen. I wish I could have assumed it was my mother, but being in a rough part of town, I knew I had to investigate. I wish I didn't because what I found was a shirtless Alex drinking water from one of my favorite cups. I was shocked, but he just smiled before he displayed an anger. "Why are you still up? You got to go to school tomorrow. Get to fuckin bed." "What the hell! Why are you in my house. I will call the police if you don't go right now!" Alex put down the cup calmly and made his way over to me. I cowered a little as his huge bulge became apparent in his athletic shorts. "I have permission from the owner, you little turd." He said softly has he pressed his iron finger into my heaving chest. That gave me a flush of sexual lust, as he backed his sweaty chest away and left like he belonged here. I went back to my room and shoved a hair-brush handle up my ass and masturbated to the speed of my fast beating heart. The next day at school was a steamy hell. And he still never batted an eye at me. I had to stay after to make up a test, and on the slow walk home I plotted how I was going to deal with his invasion. Well as I approached the apartment door, I heard a loud clapping. Throwing open the door, I saw my mom belly-up on the couch while Alex fucked her. His huge hands were squeezing her tits as he drilled in and out. He had gotten her so wet you could hear the gush of their liquids as he squeezed that huge cock in. He stared at her like an angry alpha until he noticed me and grew a huge grin on his face. "That's your son Drake? How much does he look like your fat ex-husband? That fat, bitchy, micro penised husband?!" he yelled as he pumped her harder. She started moaning. "Drake definitely has his mircro-penis! Nothing like yours bab-oh oh oh OHHH!". I couldn't believe what I saw: Alex's powerful fucks. I could smell his dense musk form across the room. I didn't't know what to do. I was so humiliated but so fucking turned on. Alex looked up at me again. "Hold on babe. Hold on." as he slowly pulled his massive cock from her pussy. It took a whole 5 seconds to pull out as my mom yelled orgastically. While she lay there exhausted with heavy breath he said to me " I know you like this. Go ahead and jack off to this. Go on. I don't give a shit". He then looked back to mom and yelled a manly "FUCK!" as he slapped cock making it swing. Drawn by powerful forces I sat the fuck down and whipped out my cock. He chuckled as he hopped on my mom and shoved his cock back in as fast as he pulled it out. My mom could not stop moaning, as he decimated her insides. He seemed to grip her harder than before, fucking at the speed of the rich blood pumping through his cock. My mom looked at me with my micro penis and started laughing. Alex followed her lead and laughed too which must have been like a steroid cause he put his hand on her throat and fucked her twice as hard. Slam slam slam! Pump pump pump! The couch was shaking wildly. How could a man fuck soo hard? He must be a spanish bull! He changed positions a couple of times and continued for about 15 minutes before I felt myself climaxing. All my suppressed thoughts became clear: I thought Alex and all the other ,Hispanic jocks were hot af', I'm so fucking jealous of my mom', `I want Alex to order me around, to control me by rule of his huge cock'. I reached orgasm and let out a loud, wimpy moan...I never make noises. Alex heard this as he saw a small stream of cum go down my dick. He then pulled out and walked up to me. "That's all you can cum??" he taunted. I nodded in submission. He then pointed his 9 incher at me and put his hands on his hips. "Watch this" he added. Without his hands his cock started a heavy bob and his large ball sack started to squirm. With manly grunts, cum shot out like a fire hose. One splash after the other, the cum hit my face. After 30 seconds he was finished and it looked as if he had thrown a glass of milk all over me. With a content face, the man left me and my exhausted mother. Quickly I went to my room in shame. I masturbated again.