Whos In Charge 1

Simon was sitting on the sofa watching the boxing. It was late and his wife wasn't home yet. She had gone out to a club to celebrate a job promotion with her mother. He didn't like his mother in-law, but still his wife had convinced him to let her stay with them when her house caught fire. She treated him like he was beneath her. Nothing he ever did was good enough.

As he took another swig of his beer he heard a key trying to be put into the lock and giggling.

"Well they're drunk." He thought to himself as he carried on watching the fight.

"Hey baby!" His wife Bev slurred as she walked up behind the sofa. She threw her arms round him and hugged him close.

"I love you!" She said kissing his neck.

"I love you too." He said smiling. "You obviously had a good time."

"Yeah, it was fun." She said. "Though I think mum is a bit pissed." She whispered too loudly.

"I'm more sober then you Beverly!" Her mother responded as she fell back onto the couch.

Bev just laughed. "Yeah probably. I think I need to lay down."

"OK, lets put you to bed." Simon said as he stood up.

He walked up to his wife and picked her up, then carried her upstairs and helped her get ready for bed. He told her he would be back up as soon as the fight finished, though he was pretty sure she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

His mother in-law, Janet, was still sitting on the sofa where he had left her, except now she had her eyes closed. He sat back in his seat and said, "why don't you go to bed too" as he picked up his bottle and took a sip of his beer.

Janet opened her eyes and looked at him. "I'm fine where I am." She slurred back at him.

"Your falling asleep." He said simply.

"I wouldn't fall asleep near you, who knows what you would do to me when I wasn't aware." She accused. "To be honest I've never really known what Beverly sees in you, I'd always hoped she marry someone better."

"You should go to bed Janet and sleep it off." He responded, trying to keep his anger in check.

"You're pathetic." Sneered Janet as she stared at him.

Simon hadn't looked at her the whole time she had been talking, but turned to face her.

He didn't know why, maybe it was the way she was staring at him, but he snapped. He grabbed her by the throat so quickly she had no chance to react. He pushed his weight forward, forcing her onto her back.

"For years I've put up with your bullshit!" He growled. "And now you think you can talk to me like that in my own house?"

He released the pressure on her neck and she gasped for breath. "How dare you!" She said between gasps of breath.

"How dare I?" He growled back at her between clenched teeth. "You disrespect me in my own home, and think what exactly? That I'll be OK with it? That because you're Bev's mother that you're allowed to? Well sorry sweetheart, you may not like me, but your going to show me a little fucking respect."

"I'll tell Beverly." She said getting quite scared, she had never seen him so angry.

"No." He countered. "I doubt that. What are you going to tell her? That you sat on MY sofa, in MY house and started insulting me, her husband, for no good reason and that i reacted? She knows me well enough to know i wouldn't react like this without being seriously pushed. So go ahead, tell her, by tomorrow night you'll be out on your arse and i wont have to put up with your shit any more."

"She'll side with me." She shot back, although she knew he was right which made her angry.

"You think she'll believe a pathetic, worthless, poor excuse for a man like you, over her own mother?" She said with contempt, disguising her anger as confidence. What ever she was feeling when she spoke soon evaporated when he slapped her across the face with his free hand. She lay there, clasping her cheek, stunned. It wasn't so much that it hurt, more the shock that he had done something she had never expected.

"You spiteful, lonely, bitch! Because you couldn't make your marriage work, any of your marriages in fact, you want to destroy your daughters. Is that it?" He slapped her across the face again, then again and then again. None harder then the first, but the barrage of the slaps confused her and ultimately scared her.

She had lost all control of the situation. He was still on top of her, still holding her throat and she couldn't move. She was at his mercy.

He removed his hand from her throat as he lent back slightly. She looked up at him fearfully. This was long over due, all the times she had put him down, had made snidey remarks, it was all coming to the surface. He could see she wouldn't talk to him like this again any time soon, but wanted to make sure she really knew her place. He grabbed her lightly around the neck as he spoke. "This is MY house. The only reason you're here right now is because I allow it! I'm in charge, do you understand."

"Yes" she said, nodding. "I'm sorry."

"After all these years, you think that makes up for it? A quick sorry and everything is ok? You're going to have to do a lot better then that" He said as he released her neck and in the same movement ripped open her blouse. She lay there, her bra clad breasts on display to him. She didn't cover up, she dare not. She just looked up at him as he stared back down at her, a look of fury in his eyes. She fearfully studied his face, trying to read what he was thinking, but all she could see was a burning anger. She broke eye contact, she knew she had pushed him to far. She let her eyes move down his body to his jeans and saw that he was aroused. She hadn't realised she'd been staring at the bulge in his jeans until he spoke.

"Take it out." He growled.

She looked back up at him, unsure what to do. Her mind was racing, until he slapped he again. She instinctively put her hands up to protect her face. He pulled her hands out of the way and grabbed her around the throat and applied some pressure. "What did I say?" He said, staring angrily at her for a moment before releasing her neck. She reached down and began doing as he'd commanded. Unbuckling and unzipping his jeans, before pulling his boxers down to free his hard cock.

Her mind was blank, as if running on auto pilot. She knew what he wanted, how he expected her to apologize properly and she took his throbbing dick between her fingers. She began to stroke it gently, pre-cum was already lubricating the head of it. He was staring down at her as she rubbed it with long strokes, rubbing his cum into his hard dick as she submitted to him. Her skirt had hitched up, she hadn't even realised with everything that had happened. He leant down over her and pulled her exposed knickers to the side so she was rubbing his hard member between her legs. She never stopped looking up at him, her breathing was heavy, her eyes locked with his as she felt him get harder within her fingers. Without warning he pushed forward, spreading her vaginal lips with the head of his throbbing cock as he into into her. She was aroused, her pussy wet and lubricating his cock as he entered her. She let out a moan and instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him as he buried himself within her. He took hold of her shoulders as he thrust into her, pulling her down onto him, getting as much of his dick inside her as he could. She was lost in the feeling of it, his body clenching and relaxing as he rammed himself inside her as hard as he could. Gripping her shoulders tightly, he pulled her down onto his stiff cock. She was moving her hips with him in rhythm, grinding against him as he took her. He shifted his position ever so slightly, so his cock entered her from a different angle. His pubic hair and shaft were rubbing against her engorged clit and she came with a loud moan, clenching onto him tightly as he continued to pump into her. He held her as she convulsed in his arms, keeping his rhythm as he kept sliding himself deep within her, coating his hard shaft with her juices. And all the time she was lost in her internal bliss, he never stopped pounding his hard sopping wet cock inside her.

"Who's in charge?" He growled as he fucked her mercilessly.

"You are!" She managed to moan out as her pussy exploded around him.

He fucked her roughly, letting out all the years of pent up aggression. He focused his frustration and anger into his penis, using it like a battering ram and hammered into her with a fury that took over. As he lay on her, forcing himself inside her, hate fucking her, all he could think was that he needed to be deeper inside her. He penetrated her as fully as he could, trying to touch her very core. Janet's legs were wrapped around him as he rammed into her like a piston, at his mercy, being made to orgasm again and again. It had been 10 years since she had felt a man inside her, which had been her ex husband. She took hold of Simon's firm buttocks and daringly slid her finger into his arse. He immediately pulled her hair, wrenching her head back as he grunted and sprayed her womb with his seed.

"From now on." He said after a minute panting slightly. "You show me a little fucking respect and know your place."

She smiled at him. "Is this my place?" She said as his shrinking cock twitched inside her. "With you on top of me like this?"

He looked at her and returned her smile. "No, i may bend you over next time." He replied getting off her.

She reached for his cock as she sat up and licked it, "Mmmm. My place is the position you decide to put me in then?"

He half smiled at her and pulled away from her. "Now do as your told, go to bed and sleep it off. I want to finish watching tv." She got up and did as she was told. She couldn't remember the last time she slept that well.

To be continued