Chapter 49. Whose Son Is That?

“Look at the size of the cock on the boy, it’s not mine,” Johann said bitterly, spitting in a corner of the room. Olga glared at him.

“Of course, it’s not yours,” Anja retorted bitterly. She was tired but not of the birthing process. Her arm ached where Johann had earlier twisted the jo*** in an attempt to subdue her but she eagerly reached up to hold the baby Olga was holding out to her. He was clean and beautiful, eyes already open, staring with beautiful gray eyes at his mother. He smiled at her. Anja loved him immediately, he hadn’t cried once.

“Whose eyes are those?” Johann asked with distrust.

“My mother’s,” was Anja’s response as she gently settled the baby to her breast. Nathaniel’s lips attached to her ass and he suckled hungrily.

Johann snorted and spat. “Put that baby in a whorehouse like his mother and he will fetch a handsome price with that cock of his.”

“If you are going to spit and say nothing all day, Johann, maybe you should go back to