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The strength at which her slap hit Josh's face left his ears ringing. The fire in her eyes and the ferocity in which she had him pinned to the ground amazed and caught him off guard. There was no denying the power that emanated through her thighs. Every way he tried to twist or throw her off resulted in counter moves. Each time he tried, she would give one hard open hand slap to his face or head.
His strength was waning and finally he conceded. Their struggle had flipped them to where she was on top of him, this time with her knee in his back. Her hands were roughly pulling his head
back by his hair, his neck stretched almost to a snapping point. Her face was next to his ear when she whispered, "You ever pull this shit again, I'll make sure your father castrates you himself. Get your shit together and get the fuck out of my face."
She spat in his face and released his head, nearly smashing it to the floor. Josh watched as his stepmom grabbed her clothes and went into her ensuite. "And don't you ever fucking come in this
room again. Now fuck off!"
She slammed the door, and it echoed in the room, mingling with the sound of his heart thumping in his ears. Amazingly, his cock was harder than he had ever felt it. "Yes Mommy," squeezed out his voice. He wiped his face of her spit, quickly tasting it. His balls tinged. She made him want to fuck her.... But more than anything, he wanted her to fuck him.
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She heard the sound of Josh's car pull in and looked at the clock. It was 1am. It had been two days since the incident and Josh had been preparing a breakfast each morning that she never attended and he was sneaking in at late hours. It was good, it allowed her the space to calm down and figure out how to handle the whole
situation. She was avoiding Josh too, she could hear him in the kitchen, but she didn't trust her temperament.
When Graham met Raina, it was at the airport, and all he saw was a meek submissive young black woman, sitting at an airport cafe. He never knew of her past. And these fucked up kids were
bringing out things in her that she did not want her husband to see. These were Graham's treasures, but she still seriously wanted to hurt the fucker that was his son.
Though she loved and trusted Graham, she had not been able to contact him. Since they had met a year ago, they had never spent a day without talking and it made her nervous. She had left
messages at the hotel, and she had not received any phone calls or messages from him. What was happening?
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It was night number four and Josh had now become accustomed to her sounds. He purposely made breakfast for both of them, wanting her to come downstairs and see what he had done for her. But she never came. His routine of school, practice, then fucking a few of his girlfriends allowed him to come home, tired and drained, seemingly to keep him from disgracing himself in front of her. The look of anger and disgust the first day he thought he could have his way with was foremost on his mind. In order to have her, he needed to please her. He needed to be the one that made her day light up to make that happen.
This night though, he heard a sound he was not accustomed to from her. Crying. It was 1:00 a.m. and he could hear her sobs, so he walked towards the lounge room, a light shining and the sound of ... his sister Elana coming from the television!
He walked in and saw his stepmom sitting on the floor, wearing his father's white tuxedo shirt and bow tie. Bottles of Dad's prized vintage whiskey littered the floor. White material and a half shredded dress lay all over the room around her, and a bottle of his very expensive champagne was in one hand and a DVD cover in the other. A FedEx package was on the floor. Playing on the TV was Elana, on all fours in front of a TV that was spouting offtoday's news report. Their father was behind her, pounding her pussy. Josh looked at the woman that days ago could take on the
world....
Now, she had the look of a person that had just had her life turned upside down and inside out. She was a broken woman. He couldn't believe this was the same woman who had bested him in a struggle.
"Why?" Her eyes never leaving the screen, she took a long swig of the champagne.
Josh sat down next to Raina, and said, "Her mother was Dad's second wife, she is not his daughter. Elana loved the lifestyle that my father provided and became jealous of the attention that he gave her mother. So when they suddenly divorced, she talked my father into fighting for her. She has always been in love with my father. She propositioned him that when she turned 18 that she would give him unlimited access to her pussy. When you came into the picture, she never got to fulfill that deal."
Josh watched as Raina opened another bottle "She feels threatened by you, she does not share well. I think she thought that I would be fucking you. The thought of losing both of us to you probably made her lose it."
He watched as his stepmom took another swig of her drink. She turned to Josh, her eyes softening, and her hands reached up to touch his mouth."You all make me sick."
She stood up so fast that she began to wobble unsteadily. Josh reached out to steady her, but she swatted his hand away. "Don't fucking touch me, you're just like him. Fuck... You're just a
fucking...."
Her bottle dropped from her hands as she collapsed. Josh caught her before she hit the floor. She felt so soft in his arms. She opened her eyes and pushed away from him. She stumbled out of the room, with another bottle in hand. "Leave that bullshit on. I want your father to know why I'm leaving him."
He watched as she stumbled up the stairs. As she got into the room and began to undress, she looked over her shoulder and saw Josh watching her from outside the doorway. Her eyes
softened as she saw the tenderness in his eyes. She kicked the door shut and locked it.
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