Brenda didn’t return the smile in fact she appeared concerned.
“Are you okay, mom?”
She shook her head, “Bill and I had to open our marriage or we wouldn’t have one.”
“You had to? What does that mean?” I folded my arms giving her a curious look of my own.
Brenda’s lower lip started to tremble, “Can we go inside and talk, Frank. It’s hot out.” she patted her breast. “Bill’s still asleep.”
“Macy’s not here, either.”
“She’s not?”
I shook my head “She’s gone to pick up, Toby and then she’s stopping off at the grocery store.”
Brenda looked over at her house one last time and then she started up the steps, “I guess I could use some water.”
I opened the door for her and I could sense her nervousness as she stepped inside and took off her shades.
I watched her ass twitch from side to side as she slowly strutted along the hall and into the living room. She looked up at me and took a seat on the couch and I plopped down beside her. I like the nervous look in her eyes.
“I thought you were going to get me some water, darling?”
I smiled and untied my shorts, “I got your water right here, Brenda.”
Brenda started to get up but I took her arm and pulled her back down.
“Frank please last night I had permission…and…”
I leaned in and began kissing her neck.
“Please stop…I…I don’t feel right about…this.”
I ran my tongue along her neck and nibbled her ear lobe and she shuddered.
“Oh Frank…Please. You need to stop.” she said but she didn’t try to get up.
Her defenses were failing, her walls crumbling. I kissed her hard on the lips and pressed my body against hers to make her lay back.
Brenda placed her hands to my chest in a half heart gesture to make me stop but she laid back. I grabbed her wrists and stretched her arms above her head.
She turned her lips away, “Frank if we’re going to do this, I don’t want you to make love to me. It wouldn’t be right.”
I held her wrists with one hand and with the other I caressed her breasts, “So what do you want me to do, mom?”
“I want you to be rough with me, Frankie. I want you to treat me like a whore and fuck me like a slut.” she whispered.
I squeezed her wrist tightly and she gasped, “Well you are a fucking slut. In fact you’re a cum sucking whore who can’t control herself!” I snapped. “You fucking cunt!”
Brenda’s eyes went wide, “Do you really think this about me?”
“Oh yeah, your damn right I do. How many guys have you sucked off and swallowed, mommy?”
“Frankie?”
I raised up and slapped her across the face, “Answer my question you cunt!” I shouted and I really was interested. “And don’t fucking lie to me, bitch!”
Brenda appeared a little shaken by the slap. “I’ve never really kept count of how many guys. I mean…”
I slapped her again.
She looked at me her bottom lip trembling, “Ten? Maybe more. I don’t know?!” she said timidly. She closed her eyes and winced preparing for another slap.
“What a whore you are, mommy.” I said and kissed her full on the mouth. “You enjoy the taste of cum so much that you’ll cheat on your old man to satisfy your craving!” I smiled.
She nodded, “Yes.” she said and looked away.
I grabbed her under the chin and forced her to look at me, “Is this rough enough for you, mom?”
Brenda gave me a little smirk and she nodded.
I sat up and unsnapped her shorts and roughly dragged them down her legs and tossed them aside. Then I grabbed the front of her bikini top and tore it away and her large mams spilled forth.
She yelped, “Frankie?!”
“Turn your fucking ass OVER!”
Brenda quickly turned over onto her belly and she started churning her hips and rubbing her pussy against the couch. She was so wet that she was smearing her pussy juice all over the faux leather material.
I pulled my shorts down and climbed in behind her and I drove my dick right into her sopping wet pussy.
Brenda cried out, “AWWWW! OHHH GAWD!” She tried to sit up but I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her face into the cushions of the couch. Then I started fucking her like a whore. I didn’t give a damn about her pleasure it was all about mine.
“Ah fuuuckk!” Brenda screamed, “Tooo muuuchhh!”
I didn’t let up. I was fucking her so hard it hurt my balls but the sound of our bodies slapping together was wonderful.
I slapped her ass hard until my hand went numb.
Her cries of pain finally turned to pleasure and I now felt her body bucking back to meet my raging thrusts.
“Oooooh…FRANK…I’m…? She never got the words out before I felt her pussy clench and pulsate around my dick and then her entire body began to spasm benath me. She was having an orgasm on her son-in-law’s dick. What a fucking slut!
“OOHHHH… OHHHH… GAWD!” She slowly went as limp as a wet rag beneath me. Brenda had fainted from the sheer pleasure.
“Ah fuck yeahhh!!” I exclaimed and started fucking her like a mad man because I began to feel my own orgasm building. So I thrust my cock to the hilt inside her and I blew my load deep inside her pussy! The orgasm was so intense that it made my body spasm and caused me to cry out to the top of my lungs, “FUUUUCKKK!”
And as my pleasure subsided I rolled forward and collapsed on top of her.
Brenda came to, looking a bit disoriented but she had a smiled on lips.
“Are you okay, Brenda?”
“Mhummm. I’m more than OK, Frankie” She stretched out beneath me and wiggled her ass against my softening cock, “Mmmm that was incredible.”
I struggled to sit up because my thighs felt like Jello, not to mention my back was screaming. “Damn I’m craving a cigarette right now.” I said and slapped her across the ass.
Brenda broke into a fir of giggles, “I thought you quit smoking, Frankie.”
“I quit because I can’t afford it, but I still want one.” I winked. I stood up and nearly fell back down. I had to grab the arm of the couch to steady myself.
Brenda chortled and sat up she picked up the torn bikini top and looked up at me, “Good grief, Frankie. Did you really have to tear it?”
“Shut up your bitching, Brenda.”
Her pretty little mouth dropped and she looked up at me wide eyed, “What did you say to me, young man?”
I picked up her shorts and handed them to her, “Barrow one of Macy’s shirts.”
“It don’t feel right, borrowing a shirt from my daughter after…? She snatched the shorts from me and stood up and pulled them on in a bit of a huff.
“What after you fucked her old man.” I laughed. “Stop feeling guilty about it. Hell Bill fucked her last night.” I said that last part before I thought about it.
Brenda’s mouth dropped to the floor and she looked as if she had been punched in the gut. “What did you just Say?” she asked slowly sitting down on the edge of the couch. She placed a hand to her stomach and tears started to well up in her eyes.
“Oh shit! I thought you knew about it, Brenda?”
She shook her head still looking thunder struck.
“Oh fuck! I’m sorry.”
She shook her head and raised her hand to stop me. “Is that why you fucked me, Frank?”
“No that’s not why.”
“It was about revenge wasn’t it.”
“Fuck no, it wasn’t, Brenda. I swear!”
She took a deep breath and raised her chin, tears were rolling down her cheeks, “He wasn’t supposed to fuck my daughter! Macy was off limits. He knew this! The bastard!” she screamed.
I sat down beside her and took her hand, “Listen to me, mom. I’m not mad with him over it, okay?”
“Well I’m mad. I’m furious!!”
“Calm down! I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.”
Again she shook her head, “That bastard.” she stood up and walked to the bedroom and grabbed one of my shirts. It was my black “Rolling Stones” tee shirt, my favorite one. My only one actually. But I wasn’t going to tell her that. Not right now, not with the mood she was in.
Brenda pulled the tee shirt on and started to walk out the back door.
“Brenda!”
“Don’t go getting me in trouble, with Bill, PLEASE!”
Brenda smiled and walked over and kissed me on the cheek, “Well I did fuck you, right?” she winked and then out the door she went.
Well what the fuck does that mean? Should I worry? WTF!
The End (for now)
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