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This is a side story to my 'Breaking Miss Marry' series that I have been working on. Frank is introduced in Chapter 4 of the series. All characters in this are fictional, and over the age of 18.
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Frank got home latter than expected. He gave his boss some excuse of a flat tire. Even though his shift manager was a total bitch to him, outside of her they got along great. It was like she had two different personalities, one for work, and then the real her. He had actually thought she might be into him but keeping up appearances at work, well that was until he asked her out and she didn't show up for the dinner he had been saving for. Nope, he found out that night on social media she got e new boyfriend. So once again, another nice woman he wanted ditched him for better.
Yet tonight's rounds were something else, a real eye opener for Frank. He delivered a Pizza to Ms. Marry who had her neighbor and his mother's doctor in there, and he got the fuck her face and pussy without a condom and lost his virginity by hate fucking the bitch. So even though he had wanted to bang his manager, he didn't back down from her this time being polite to her because of his wanting need. Now this time he just flat out told her he had a flat tire then hurried the best he could. She bought it. But for Frank, what he did to Ms. Marry was still fresh on his mind. And not only had he fucked her, but her neighbor asked him to fuck her every day for two weeks. Hell yeah, free fucking pussy.
But, here he was coming home and his own mother let into him. Once again, how pathetic he was he could not get a REAL job, or that he wasn't smart enough to go to college on grants, or that he wasn't good enough to have a nice girlfriend to straighten him out. Ever since he graduated she been on his case and harping him. 'Yeah mom', 'Okay mom', 'Whatever you say mom', were his usual responses. However in the back of his head he was grinning, 'I just face fucked the shit out of your best friend, then punished her pussy for being a cunt like you ya whore now shut the fuck up.' Of course he uttered no word of his thought.
Frank headed on to his shower to get the grease and pizza stench off him. That and the smell of Marry. He actually wanted to keep that smell and shove it in his mother's face. But this was his mom. He didn't think he could do that too her. This was the woman that raised him, looked after him, fed him, clothed him, and nurtured him. All his anger and frustration at her washed down the shower drain along with the scent and evidence he railed her best friend tonight.
He stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. Dropping his clothes off in the hamper like a good son would he went to the kitchen to get some orange juice. He was hoping his mom was engrossed in her shows that she would just ignore him for the rest of the night. Instead as soon as he stepped in the kitchen there she was making herself a martini. And then it began.
"What you can't dress yourself?" She sneered then headed for the living room to watch her shows. She was younger than Mary by far, having had Frank fresh out of high school and nailing that to her late husband. He had money, well his parents did, but getting knocked up by their son made it easier for her to not have to work, have money, and married to a handsome guy. His parent's disputed that Frank was not their sons, but the DNA test proved it. So they married and she was lucky enough years ago her husband died in a car accident on a company trip so the payout was HUGE from the insurance company. And now here she was every day acting like queen B and first thing every morning she got all dressed up, fancy, even if she stayed home all day. So it was nothing new she gave him shit about what he wore or didn't wear.
Frank had had enough of it though. Screw this dog and pony show, he thought to himself. Hell he just used Marry like a wanting whore. He had no idea she was doped up though. That she could not control herself. Maybe her neighbor showed him something that ALL women were wanting sluts deep down inside and just needed to be shown the right cock.
Frank walked into the living room where his mother was sitting in her favorite chair and then as hard as he could swing he brought his hand across her cheek. It stung like hell to him as all the air was sucked out of the room and everything fell silent from that one hard slap. Her martini glass went flying and then he heard her scream in pain, as she formed the words and began to scream at him he slapped her with his other hand.
"What the..." SMACK she could not finish her comment but only let out another yelp loudly screaming in her own living room as her son was slapping her face, and not playful, not to get attention, no light sting. Now he was throwing everything he had into it and jerking her head with each one.
"FRANK!" SMACK. He continued on. Every time she tried to talk, utter a word, move her mouth he slapped her hard. His hands were hurting and burning but he knew she felt even worse. Five minutes of him slapping the shit out of her, he hoped he slapped the stubborn out of her. He stood there waiting, tears running down her face, cheeks swollen red, makeup was a complete mess. The second she looked like she was going to speak he raised his hand then she settled down.
