'You're not going to work without doing your business Henry,' shouted Edith Clancy from the top of the stairs.

Henry lumbered along the hallway to the lower steps and peered up the gloomy stairwell of the dingy, rundown, low quality, terraced house at the face grimacing over the rail. The curl of blue smoke from her cigarette gathered in a cloud, which hung over the landing. He saw the gap tooth grimace turn into what was deemed to be a smile as the huge man dragged off his high visibility work coat and start to climb. Edith went into the bedroom; her saggy tits flopping loosely as she climbed onto the bed and opened her legs.

'I will be late you not having my dinner ready,' he muttered sulkily in his dense sullen tones as he entered the room and unzipped his woollen work trousers. 'I was going.'

'But I'm ill Henry. You know that. Now come on, be a good boy and try to make me better,' she wheezed after coughing violently and stubbing her cigarette in a piled ashtray on the bedside table.

She cackled to herself as he stepped out of the trousers, clumsily barging against the bed, which made his big donger swing and slap against his thick hairy thighs. All the time their eyes were fastened on each other's sexual organs, with Edith naked and Henry getting naked. She grappled with the twin floppy sacks of her wasted breasts, pulling them up to her wrinkled face and suckled noisily on the flat inverted nipples, knowing that Henry was not late for the night shift, he just liked to be very very early. Edith's bleary, gin sodden eyes feasted on his erection that had grown within the time he started to undress, as he in turn stared at the sparsely haired cluster of Edith's cunt lips which seemed to form a complex lump of greyish pink folds, set low in their own sac below her flabby underbelly.

As Henry shuffled round the bed, his eight inches long and three inches thick prime 38 year old cock waving obscenely upright indicating his slow thoughtless progress, Edith let her tits roll into her sticky armpits and plunged her fingers into her hoary snatch to part the crumbling layers of labia to reveal the smeggy white deposited inner walls of her vagina. Then she grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled her legs up, angling her genitals upward for him.

At 6' 11" and 280 lbs., he always made her randy. In fact she was always randy, but she had very little to choose from in terms of men these days, not like the old days, she mused as his huge bulk towered over her. Now all she could rely on was just her fingers an... annd... and...a.. an.. aaah. aaaaannnnnnddd Henry she thought, as his dick plunged pile hammer like into her 60-year-old wide open snatch.

As he fucked her relentlessly, without finesse, without foreplay and without tenderness, Edith watched intently as his one eye rolled, the glass eye fixed, his tongue lolled out and saliva dribbled from both sides of his slack lipped mouth. Earthy deep grunts uttered from Henry with each powered thrust as his greasy, black, unkempt hair flopped lankly round his pugnacious face. His thick, black, curtain like eyebrows knitted together across the ridge above his eye as he steadily screwed his mother. The bed creaked rhythmically, the headboard banging against the wall, but they were safe from neighbourly complaints as no one lived at either side of the decrepit terraced house and the places were boarded up.

Suddenly the tempest of Henry's orgasm erupted and he roared like a wounded lion as he pumped his verdant seed into Edith's sterile but welcoming hole, joining the puddle that he had deposited there when she had gone to wake him up two hours earlier. As the big man collapsed onto her, Edith wondered whether she should see her doctor about the pain she had noticed inside her minge, when Henry had thrust his waking up erection into her. The blood that had seeped from her on his withdrawal had distracted her from cooking his meal; hence his comment minutes earlier. It had never hurt her before and how many fucks she had had, Edith could not remember, with Henry or all the others.

'Going to work now mummy,' he muttered, climbing off her and crouching for his clothes. She breathed easier without his immense bulk lying unthoughtfully on her worn out body and watched his prick soften as he buttoned his shirt, his naked loins smeared with his cum drips and her cunt discharge.

'OK Henry and be a good boy won't you?' she sniggered, knowing the family endearments always came after he had fucked her.

There were no endearments from him as he left her and Edith thought about her life and how it all started.

How her only son had been her love child in so many ways since he was born. Abandoned with the baby by its father, she had staggered from street living to sheltered house to hostel until the authorities had found her this place. The state paid benefits to her handsomely and she augmented that with paying customers until she could find no one to pay even a fiver for her body. All the time however, she had the solid love and trust of her little boy who had grown to be such a big boy in more ways than one.

His schooling had been difficult with such a low mentality and the loss of an eye when he was 15 years old in a fight when one of her so-called boyfriends got drunk and tried to cut her up. This had put Henry even further out of contention when any decent job arose. Edith often wondered if she could get him work as a stud, such was his physical presence and prodigious sex drive nurtured by her since he was 5 years old. Even though she was well shagged by clients soon after Henry was born, she still enjoyed changing his nappies due to the gorgeous sight of his chunky long cock and balls.

One drunken night when a fella didn't turn up she had succumbed to Henry's naked waddling round the house, well - it was easier than washing his clothes all the time, and the sight of his youthful endowments had overcome her motherly instincts turning them into pure lust for a cock, any cock and from then on Henry had been brought up to fulfil his mother's sexual appetite whenever and wherever she wanted to. Now he was earning. Although on very low wages, which he gave over completely to Edith, he helped pay bills and helped keep the law off her back. An ex-friend who Edith owed money to and paid off in dribs and drabs as when she could afford it threatened Edith. This was subsidised by another albeit unique method of payment in the other direction.

Henry arrived at the shopping mall still an hour early and wandered around the gradually emptying halls, nodding to the security staff in the same uniform as his. There was no conversation between him and the others; they found him creepy in his brooding silence and his one eyed glare. He had nothing to say anyway. He made his way to the security officer's office as usual.

'Going for your lesson Henry?' smirked spotty Gary, from the engineer's crew as Henry lumbered towards the door. Gary got a nod and hurried purposely away as Henry's huge mitt banged on the door, which was opened by the immaculate Glenda Wright, ex-police, ex-government security and ex-prison officer - all posts held in Jamaica where she was born. The door was locked as Henry unzipped his trousers. Glenda stalked past him on her four inch stilettos, her enormous, bulging breasts bursting against the fine fabric of her pale blue jacket which was complemented by a navy blue tight skirt that finished three inches above her dimpled black knees. Her huge bubble butt rolled as she rounded her desk in the immaculately furnished and sparklingly clean ground floor office. Her 210-lbs. frame was much shorter than Henry's but built in more comforting roly-poly ways than the brawny bull like male who now stood free of his pants. Glenda slumped heavily into her chair, her thick pink lips drooling at the sight before her and beckoned him round her desk with a crooked finger, licking her lips at the sumptuous sight of his massive tool swaying between his hairy legs. Henry stood before her and she leaned forward, clutching his heavy sac and digging her manicured black fingers, with their crimson painted nails deep into the moist smelly loose flesh behind his ballocks.

'Fuck your mummy before you came?' she murmured, gathering up the flaccid weight of his donger and peeling back his grimy foreskin.

He nodded sheepishly as she continued whilst flaring her wide nostrils over his bulbous knob end.

'Thought so, still smells like her pussy. Well let's clean you up,' she added.

She opened a desk drawer and gathered a soapy cloth from sealed plastic bag specially placed there during her lunchtime. Carefully, thoroughly and lustily Glenda swabbed his now growing member, soaping it lovingly, rinsing it, smelling it then repeating the process until Henry's dick not only shone but stood proudly upright against his belly.

'I think your mummy's going to run into credit at the rate she's getting for you Henry,' Glenda breathed as she tucked the cleaning materials away, her eyes hardly leaving the stallion like penis that quivered inches from her face. 'Still I couldn't give a shit. I just lurve this big boy.'

Henry stood mute as he always did. Ostensibly he was here for security lessons, but Glenda had run through them within the first half hour of the first theoretical lesson four months back, realising that her ex-friend's son was beyond teaching the finer points and gave him the most basic of duties. One of the most basic of them was to service her body in every orifice whenever he arrived at work and she was available. It provided her with sexual sustenance without any emotional baggage, enabling her to concentrate on her career. At a fiver a time -Glenda happily paid Henry within his weekly wages and was totally honest with Edith who benefited for each fuck Henry supplied the black woman with. Glenda saw it as supply and demand and was delighted to have got such a quick and satisfactory deal with the grief stricken Edith when Glenda had stumbled on the incestual goings on in the Clancy household.

The women's friendliness led to Glenda letting herself into the Clancy household at will and vice versa when she had lived in the same street. Edith had become too laid back and slack with her safety precautions and was being vigorously fucked by Henry over the kitchen table when Glenda had arrived. The shock had parted the women and severed their friendship and then Glenda had blackmailed Edith while being badly paid until she worked up through promotions, moved house and landed this important post at the mall. But the shock had been tempered with the revealing picture of the huge man's huge member and she worked out a deal with the evil Edith and had given him the job.

Now she dipped her head and stretched her gob over Henry's cock crown. Her massive pink lips eased onto his deep glans ridge and remained still like a hose over a tap as she adjusted to the bulk of his knob. Her fingers traced the bulging lines of veins that coursed over his shaft and then she put both hands round his sac to heft his three inch diameter testicles. Breathing through her fat flared nostril nose, Glenda started to suck, feeling his glans react and fill her salivating mouth. After some heavy breathing moments, she eased her lips off and gasped.

'Shit! That's enough of that. I want it up me right now,' she growled earthily.

Glenda pushed Henry away and stood, hoisting her skirt not without difficulty over her childbearing hips to reveal a tiny white thong that was almost lost in it's tight folds round her fleshy torso. She barged past her employee and slumped forward over her desk, purposely cleared of office debris. She reached round her wobbling butt and probed for the tiny thong string deep in the dark crevasse of her buns. Henry stood stock still knowing his place.

Delicately, the security officer slid her fingers under the moist silk and pulled it to one side, at the same time widening her stocky legs.

'My cunt wet Henry?' she demanded.

He peered in to the warm blue black valley that she opened for him, holding her buttocks wide with both of her hands. Henry saw the flower pink inner petals of her steaming gash and indeed saw the bubbles of her juices gathered on the rim of the red hole beyond.

'Yes Miss Wright,' he answered dumbly.

'Stick your fingers in and put some of that wet on my arsehole,' she told him. 'Then stick your cock in my cunt and fuck it hard.'

Henry Clancy could take simple orders for sure and carried them out to the letter. Seconds later his prick was ballock deep in Glenda's welcoming snatch and he was barging energetically as she grasped the edge of her sturdy desk.

'Fucking hell can he go, or what?' giggled Gary to his colleagues in the rest room down the corridor. 'What do you think Shar?'

'And he does that every day?' queried Sharon Parker, the new 17 year old girl on the staff, as she pinched her thighs together.

'Yep? Every day she's here and that's most of them,' smirked Giles, a university student doing part time work to subsidise his pleasures.

'Fancy a piece of meat like that then Sharon?' chortled Walter, the oldest and the sergeant of the security crew taking their tea break.

Sharon ignored him as his eyes ran over the plump arse of the young recruit. Walter leaned back in his chair, sipping his tea and tried to lower his viewpoint to glimpse up the back of her black uniform skirt. He had seen the Henry/Glenda performance so many times anyway, but Gary, Giles and any of the security crew available watched every transmission via the pinhole camera they had installed in Glenda's office and toilet and fed into the rest room video TV.

Sharon's bulky thighs clad in the regulation black sheer tights or stockings -Walter hoped, were clenched together and he saw the tell tale tightening of her buttocks. As she leaned forward, with her mouth opening more by the second, Walter pretended to drop his cigarette packet and swiftly looked under Sharon's skirt and saw only black nylon cladding and no bare flesh. He also knew that Gary and her were sort of an item, but she had a reputation in town as a bit of a slag, so Walter had had no problem in taking her on board, recommending her to Glenda, in the hope he might get his hands on her fanny one day.

'Jeesussss!' gasped Sharon. 'He's putting it in her arse... Urgghhh!'

'Good work in moving that camera Gary,' murmured Giles quietly, thinking of how he had been into his girlfriend's bum only the previous night in return for help with her Latin dissertation. 'Yeah!' muttered Gary, jiggling his hands in his pockets, wondering if Sharon would let him do that one day. "The next bit is always interesting too, when she hoses it down heh heh!"

The only reason he was letting Sharon into the cam secret was in hopes of buggering her.

Henry always buggered Glenda and sometimes she only wanted the great donger in her fundament totally ignoring her cunt sometimes.

Henry came in Glenda's hugely stretched arsehole accompanied by his usual roar, with his massive pole rammed totally into her forgiving sphincter. Glenda's face was tucked down onto her forearms as she felt the fountain of his seed splatter her vagina. As always, the thought of a cross bred white black child with Henry's mental deficiencies seared her mind at this stage and as her cunt and prominent bright red cherry clitty had had it's daily stimulation together with the almost animal like stuffing of her ass, she told him to pull out and get dressed, happy in the knowledge that her fears were unfounded. Her pill programme saw to that problem.

Her lumbering assistant ignored the sight of Glenda's grotesquely pulverised slimy anal muscles trying to reform into some resemblance of a normal sphincter and pulled up his trousers with no thought of wiping his swiftly softening dick. Slowly she stood upright at the same time grabbing a wadge of tissues from her top drawer and stuffing them between her legs. She winced as an edge touched a raw area of Negroid genital membrane. Holding the tissues in place feeling an instant dampening spread through them, she turned her attention to Henry patiently waiting for her next instructions. He left accordingly and Glenda waddled to her washroom to be viewed and listened to with glee by her unknown surveillance team as she pissed, farted and cleaned her genitals.

Finally clocking in smack on time, Henry collected his pass for the basic areas including the fire exits. the waste traps where the bins and skips were held and the toilets. The night security staff dispersed and he began his rounds, oblivious to the smirks and comments Gary in particular threw at him. The front alarms bells went within seconds and the staff rushed in force to the front entrance where a major fracas in the form of an anti-capitalist demonstration suddenly centred on the glitzy mall.

Henry ignored the alarms as instructed by a trotting Walter and was told to keep an eye on the rear entrances and don't even let the skip drivers and toilet cleaners in. Walter added that someone had sabotaged the CCTV system and they would investigate so keep especially vigilante. Henry knew that it would be some hours yet before the waste and toilet team would arrive and happily sauntered in the deserted echoing corridors. In the depths of the centre it was quiet, away from the melee in the high street, yet he suddenly pricked up his ears at the mewing moans from along the corridor he patrolled. He glanced up at the camera and saw that the alarmed red light was off. He checked round a corner where a master camera was mounted and saw that the normally constantly rotating box, which covered the junction of four corridors, was still and unlit.

The noises were coming from a staff toilet/washroom and he felt the draught of cold air from the far end of the corridor to his left where a staff entrance was slightly ajar. The noises from the toilet increased to a groan and then a wail, a fearful sort of wail and then silence fell over the corridors again until sobbing broke the eerie quiet. Cautiously and surprisingly quietly for such a bumbling individual the huge man approached the toilet and quietly opened the door and peered into the lobby that led to male and female cubicles, which were quite spacious and even had a shower space and a seat in them. He heard a gasp and a splash from the female cubicle and saw - although it was pushed close. It was not latched.

The male cubicle door was wide open but Henry still peered behind the minimal space behind it. Then he swung the female door open and his one eye blinked in surprise at the amazing sight before him.

A young girl sat on the toilet, her legs wide apart, her black skirt round her waist and blood all over her thighs. A bloody pair of panties lay on the floor and the toilet seat was dripping blood. Initially she was peering between her slender legs into the bowl beneath her when Henry walked in but she now stared up at him in horror and started to wail.

'I didn't know what to do. I didn't think what it was - honest,' she blubbed with a squeaky, but rather cultured voice.

Henry frowned and stepped forward and she cowered back as his massive frame towered over her.

'That's blood yeah?' he asked dumbly, pointing to the various areas of mess.

The girl turned her hands out in an obvious gesture and he saw that her hands were bloodied too and in one was clutched a metal hair comb.

'It's all I had to cut it. What should I do with it?' she sniffed.

'Give it to me,' Henry told her and took the comb from her, sticking it in his jacket pocket. 'Why did you cut yourself?'

The girl blinked and stopped sobbing, shook her head at the man's ignorance about what she was indicating and then absently started to wipe her hands with paper reeled loosely off the wall holder. He noticed a striped tie hanging down across her blue shirt, the black knee length socks and glanced round seeing a school bag on the bench seat.

'You a schoolgirl?' he queried. 'What you in our toilets for?'

'Yes St Mary's,' she answered, naming the local top notch Catholic secondary school. 'Couldn't go home could I? Didn't know where to go and wandered round town and I saw the bins and thought that would be best for it then I saw a door open and came in,' she muttered. 'My mummy and daddy would kill me and anyway it took me by surprise - honest. My daddy's a police inspector and mummy lectures at the university.'

'How old are you?' asked Henry, stooping and picking up the panties not knowing the scanty bundle of cotton was a garment of underwear.

As he unfolded the red splattered knickers and realising what they were, his cock stirred deep in the folds of his trousers. He hadn't seen a pair of fragile minuscule lacy panties this close for years since his mother stopped wearing similar things. She had made him take them off with his teeth. Edith had trained Henry to do many sexual things and he always responded with a huge erection within minutes. The images flashed over his sex trained brain and he held the panties up, studying the crotch which in this case was steeped red and not juicy and tasty like his mum's used to be. His cock lurched upwards trapped against his thigh.

'Twelve...and a bit,' the girl added quickly. 'I shouldn't have let it happen. But what do I do now? Look, can I have my knickers back please?'

She reached for them, half-standing and she fell forward, weak at the knees. Henry caught her, dropping the stained undies, but in doing so was treated to a horrible view into the toilet bowl.

Amongst the blood and other entrails lay the tiny purple coloured body of a baby. As he supported the hapless girl, he stared into the toilet and his blood started to boil. Memories of an identical event some 20 years previous clicked in his otherwise thoughtless head. Edith had done something like this and showed him the drowned baby triumphantly as if preserving their cosy incestuality by destroying a baby sister. It had always touched the massive man and appealed to something deep inside which no one would ever know and now suddenly in his bleak place of work, the whole unhappy event was unfolding again.

'Your baby?' he exploded, throwing the trembling girl from him.

As she fell she banged her head against the wall. She slumped limply onto the bench and sobbed rubbing her head as Henry stared into the bowl. Putting the panties down on a shelf, he reached in and scooped the wretched corpse up. It lay miniaturised in his spade like hand.

He glanced at the schoolgirl who wept as she watched him. The baby was dead, yet the girl who had brought it into the world, sat spread-eagled on the bench, her skirt still round her waist, one leg bent up on the seat, the other hanging loosely towards the floor and she was showing him her cunt. His cock was already bursting to be released at the triggers of her panties and now her slit was peeping out at him just like Edith's used to when she experimented with shaving hers.

To Henry, the girl wanted fucking as his mother did when she showed him her cunt. He did the only thing he could. Training and thirty odd years of seasoned, practised - in fact automatic reactions fell heavily into his simple logic from the poor quality of his brain cells. He carefully placed the baby's body on a shelf, threw off his jackets and dropped his trousers off. The girl looked dumbly, not weighing up the situation in her dazed state until suddenly an enormous penis was jutting out at her and moving in her direction.

She screamed and for a change Henry's mind worked quickly. He grabbed the panties and stuffed them into her mouth as he grabbed her slight body and thrust her down on the seat.

He knelt one leg on the seat and aimed his cock at the bloodied gash, which was hairless and smooth. His knob end lodged into it and he plunged down at his victim, sinking six inches of solid prick in to her already stretched and tortured pussy.

Her eyes shot wide open, her voice mumbled uselessly into her undies and then she passed out. Her limp body stopped struggling as Henry rammed several times into her after-birthed hole. The position was awkward for such a large male and he grunted with effort, finding he wasn't getting full penetration, which he was used to with Edith and Glenda. With his great power he stood and swivelled at the same time clutching the girl to him, impaled on his massive prong, holding her legs round his waist until he backed her against the door intending to lever at her as she was wedged between the timber and his sweaty frame. Her skirt was in his way and he ripped it away.

Luck came to his evil side when he found that after some violent thrusts up into her snatch, her collar and a great deal of her school shirt had caught on the clothes hook. This had forced her shirt high and tight exposing a lot of her firm white midriff. Henry found that he didn't have to support her whole weight, which was featherweight anyway and just banged up at the partly suspended doll like figure, which he clutched round the limp thighs, stretching them, wide round his body. Suddenly he felt something give inside her and his dick exploded up -fully embedded in her youthful pussy. On and on he rammed upwards, hardly breaking sweat as her young body lifelessly took the battering ram of his blood engorged penis.

With a roar he came, urged on by her considerable tightness compared to Edith and Glenda, although something like a four pound baby had only recently passed through the orifice he was now pumping large wads of his seed into. As his cumming ceased, he stepped back holding the girl's legs but the clothes hook tore through her shirt and she swung downwards like a pendulum between his legs taking him by surprise. His hands slipped and let her go making her head crash to the tiles.

Stupefied, Henry gazed down at the crumpled heap of the young girl, seeing the skimpy sash of her white brassiere, the swollen pouch of her bruised and battered cunt which was even more torn, blood oozing from it profusely. He stuffed his flagging cock into his trousers and zipped them up. He pushed the girl with his foot but she lay still. He shoved her across the floor away from the door and glanced round. The baby's body lay white and rigid on the shelf. Tenderly he took it down and went into the toilet lobby.

Again he checked the male area finding it empty. He walked into the main corridor and saw that the cameras were still disabled. Holding the infant corpse almost as an offering, his great hands formed into a bucket cradling the drowned child, he shuffled towards the main marshalling areas as he heard the alarms cut off and saw members of the security staff emerge through doors from the mall.

For a change Henry wanted their attention and they crowded round him then recoiled at the gruesome sight he calmly offered to them with explanations.

'It's a baby. It's dead. She's in there,' he explained as Walter told the curious staff to check everything and get back to normal.

The police and an ambulance were called. Henry was questioned, charged and taken away.

DNA samples proved conclusive. Two bodies were buried and one hulk found him self indefinitely confined to a mental prison. Edith started to drink more heavily and became a recluse, whilst Glenda discontinued her blackmail on Edith, saved her job after heavy criticism and promptly hired another stud but this time one she didn't pay for and who was not a sandwich short of a picnic.

However, the staff still enjoys her exploits on film.

FIN