Daughter's Abusive Husband (Closed for tanyastoes)

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Name: Mark Turner
Age: 25
Height: 6 foot, 2 inches
Hair and Eyes: Black and brown
Heritage: Caucasian American
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Mark has been married to his wife, Tiffany for a little over three years and has already been arrested ten times for hitting his wife. Half the time, the accusation was fabricated because Tiffany had wanted to cause trouble for Mark. She was the jealous type and he was in fact cheating on her a quarter of those times.

Things have been just so so lately because his mother in law, a recent widow has been living with them. Mark doesn't know whose side of the arguments, his mother in law takes because she has always left the house whenever he and Tiff get into a argument. Today, is another day and Mark hopes to find out what side his mother in law has taken after last night's argument caused Tiffany to leave the house to stay with a girlfriend.

"Mom, can I come in? I want to talk about last night!" Mark knocks on the guest bedroom door and waits to be given permission to enter the bedroom.
 
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Kerry Knockers, mid-40s, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'-4", curvy body

I'm in bed, wearing a black see-thru negligee with a bathrobe on.
"Come in!" I state loudly.
 
Mark hopes his mother in law isn't decent so he can check out her body. Every time he sees her in a robe, he is hoping she let's it open to tease him.

He walks in and heads directly to where her head is to speak to her. "Did Tiff say when she might be back?" he asks while wearing striped boxers and a torn, dirty white t-shirt. His eyes instinctively wander to neckline of her negligee, his cock becomes erect as he lusts for her.
 
I close the book and set it on the nightstand. "Oh, Mark. I thought that was your voice." I had been sitting on the bed, reading my trashy romance novel and masturbating. When I heard the knock, I quickly tightened up my robe and threw on the blankets.
"I hope he can't smell my pussy," my mind wanders.
"Um, Tiff?" I look up at you. There is a very obvious bulge in your thin boxers. I move my gaze down, lingering on the tent briefly.
"You guys were arguing pretty bad last night when I left. She told me she was staying with a friend." I gaze back up at you tentatively. You were obviously staring down my robe. I didn't cinch it up as tight as I normally wear it and much of my pale, creamy cleavage is visible through my transparent negligee.
 
He had no idea she was masturbating while reading her trashy novel. He himself would like to know, if she has ever wanted him sexually. It was just a subject he could never physically ask of her.

"Did you and her father ever have explosive fights?" he was glad the old man was no longer around. He still had his father and never felt Tiffany's father approved of the marriage. He continued to peek at her cleavage while talking. His own hand brushed the outside of her boxers and moved his cock from center to the right in the process.
 
"John and I?" I shudder at the thought. He was very demanding as a husband. But, my pussy trembled at his name, spoken from my lips. His cock was thick and often very hard. He used to fuck me into a incoherent mess with that thing. My pussy still remembered as my hidden hand finds the stiff bud of my clit.
"We fought, like every couple. They were intense. I'm not sure if explosive is the right word, but we often got quite heated."
I see him brush his cock out of the corner of my eye. "Did he just adjust himself?" I wonder. "Now his tenting bulge is even more prominent and he moved it closer to my face."
I fight the urge to look. I don't want to give him the satisfaction. But I can't help it.
My gaze again centers on your crotch. "What were you guys fighting about anyway?" I force my eyes up to look into your brown ones.
 
He is fighting the urge to pounce on his curvy mother in law. All those days hanging out with Tiffany before marrying her were sneaky ways to also spy on Kerry. No guy enjoyed spending time with his in laws unless the mother had a nice rack.

"About asking you to pay rent and your share of the groceries!" he pulled on the waistband of his boxers to get them higher up his waist. "She wanted to ask you and I didn't!" he lied, he actually wanted to ask her and Tiffany didn't want to bother her. He was now wanting her to pay in pussy rather than cash. His eyes after being at her face, were now at her cleavage and he didn't care if it bothered her. A sigh left his mouth as the view was pleasant.
 
Watching you ogle me gets me even wetter. I tap my index finger against my clit, further soaking my pussy. At this point, I'm sure that I've made a large wet spot on the sheets under me. A quiet moan escapes my lips, but I play it off by clearing my throat.
"Ahem... I didn't realize you were having money problems." I notice you further adjusting your boxers. "Are you alright, Mark?" I look at your erection, evident in your thin underwear. "You seem... uncomfortable..."
 
"Not really having money problems," Mark looks at the clock radio to distract himself from her body and the wet spot on the sheets. "Sometimes we get bored and pick fights with each other!" Mark looks back at her.

"It's morning, just morning wood!" Mark adjust himself and makes damn sure she sees him doing it. "Tell me I'm wrong, I bet you want me to fuck you right now, don't you?" Mark pauses and then pounces by falling onto the bed to pin her down. In the process he also pulled the sheet covering her off her body.
 
"Mark! What are you-" I struggle against your strong arms, "What are you doing?!"
I feel you climb on top of me and pin me down. Even when I struggle, I can't squirm free. I don't force you off of me, because there is something about your smell, your strength. Feeling your weight on top of me is like an aphrodisiac.
The sheet goes flying and I'm pinned below you, my robe hanging open. You get a good look at my mature but toned body through my see through negligee. My large breasts are barely concealed from you.
 
"Fulfilling a fantasy!" Mark barked at her as he attempted to grab her wrists and force her arms over her head. Once he did that, he would push down his boxers and lift up her negligee. "Tiff likes it rough sometimes!" he was only telling half of the truth as he pinned her arms down.

"Do you?" he used his free hand to slap her across the face. "What kind of mother in law fingers herself while speaking to her son in law?" he told her what he had observed moments ago. "Think I never noticed how you flirted with me everytime I was visiting Tiff!" he thought everytime she asked him to help her reach for something in her kitchen was just excuse for her to check him out.

"Now you move in and touch yourself when your thinking about me in the other room!" he implied something he hoped was true, but it didn't matter because he was going to show her, he liked older women, too.
 
"Shit," I sigh, feeling the hot sting of your slap. The forceful nature of your blow floods my pussy. I look you in the eye, burning with desire, but hoping it looks to you like hatred.
"You bastard, you horny, cheating bastard." I hiss.
My insult earns me another slap in the face, this one even harder. My hair flies around wildly. I turn back, the same intensity in my eyes.
"I'd never think of you when I touch myself. Why would I? You probably have a needle dick."
 
He adds a third slap as soon as she insults him because he thinks she is playing a game and wants him to punish her.

"Will see about that!" he yells as he grabs her negligee before pulling on it until he is able to hear a ripping sound. He also presses a knee into her thigh as he moves on top of her.

"Bet you are so wet, it won't even hurt this morning!" he releases the torn negligee to slap her again. This time she is dazed allowing him chance to pull his erect cock out of his boxers.
 
I see your hand wind back, then a bright flash as you slap me forcefully. I blink slowly, my vision blurred, my ears ringing. The third slap leaves me stunned. I put my hands against your chest in a feeble attempt to push you away. I shake my head to clear the cobwebs. The image of you standing over me comes into focus. You have pulled back my ripped negligee and hold it with one hand in a way that restrains my arms and leaves my legs spread. As my vision sharpens, I see your other hand holding something. It is big and thick. It looks like a large flesh-colored flashlight. Like the kind cops use. I blink again and hear myself moaning. I realize I'm looking at your cock.
I gasp in shock and try to struggle, but you've pinned me down tight. I feel your wide, stiff cock slap against my soaked pussy a few times. You are getting your dick wet from my dripping lips. You stroke the wetness into your shaft.
I look down in time to see you stretch my cunt lips with your cock head. You don't put it in, you are just teasing me with the tip, but I feel your girth stretching me anyway. My pussy is aching... hungry... needy...
I look up at you, seeing you smiling down at me.
 
He is about to fuck the mother of his wife. Many men have wanted to experience the feeling of a mother and her daughter. He was one of those men. Only difference, he would no longer have to think what it would feel like as he was about to figure it out.

"You can keep your money, this is all I need from you!" his sick plan has worked and he begins feel her opening up as he pushes down into his mother in law. Nothing gentle because this isn't love making, if he wanted that he would've just waited for his wife to calm down and return to the bed that they shared.

It may very well be rape, but his mother in law was wet as a towel after being washed in the sink.
 
"Are you going to use my body for your pleasure, Mark?" I grit my teeth and again attempt to struggle free. A sharp tear tells me that my clothes are restraining me, leaving me open to you.
"Your going to exact my rent and expenses from my body, is that right?" I see the animal look in your eye and it makes my pussy lurch. I issue another rush of lubricious fluid from my swollen cunt lips. I feel it drip down my ass and into my bed sheets.
Ever since my daughter matured into the attractive young woman she is today, I know men have yearned to have us both, maybe at the same time. This thought only increases my arousal. My tits ache to be squeezed and bitten. My shaved, soaked pussy screams out to be stuffed full. My hips rise and fall, telling you that my body needs a good rough fuck, despite what my words may say.
 
He will have to answer her later, for now he grunts and expresses joy as he forces her body to press into the bed and accept him as he thrusts into the mother of his wife for the first time.

He is not surprised that the woman's body fail to match her words because she was already wet before he entered her cunt.

"I also suspect you got rid of her father so you could be with me!" he speculates because there have been rumors since her husband and the father of his wife's death was a sudden shock.

"Or maybe it was I who killed him just to be the number one man in your life as well!" he forced his tongue into her mouth so that she would be unable to respond. He was also using slower thrust to give her maximum feel for the thickness that was his cock.
 
I lay there, your tongue filling my mouth and my body fully restrained. I feel your thick cock swell inside me, stretching my pussy. It has been a while since it's been stuffed with dick and you relish in the tightness, helpless to do anything but moan and take it. I am ashamed as I feel my own juices of arousal trickle down my ass when you penetrate me.
 
He was encouraging her to wrestle his tongue with her own as he slowly fucked his mother in law for the first time. Things then got even hotter when he started to squeeze one of her breasts while she was trapped beneath his body.

"Fuck me back, Mom!" he broke the tongue wrestling match to speak to her before kissing her on the mouth hard. He then began to fuck her faster and harder. "Come on, you know you want it!" he took a breath to speak and waited for her to respond.
 
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