Chapter 86: Marking (R18)

Kyle kept her pinned hard to the floor of the colorful bedroom, one hand locking both of her wrists above her head, the other gripping the back of one thigh to keep her legs forced high and open. He drove into her with heavy, relentless strokes that buried every thick inch to the root. The wet slap of his hips against her soft flesh filled the room, mixing with the quiet drip of cum still leaking from her unconscious daughter on the bed only a few feet away.

The mother still fought him.

"Stop—please—it hurts—pull out—" she gasped, voice cracking as tears ran freely down her temples into her hair. She twisted her wrists under his grip until the skin burned and tried to kick her free leg, but the strength in his body made every effort useless. He simply adjusted his hold and slammed in deeper.

Kyle’s open hand came down hard across her cheek.

The sharp sound cut through the wet noises of sex. Her head snapped to the side. A vivid red mark bloomed instantly on her skin. She cried out more from the shock than the sting, eyes wide and wet.

"Look at me when I’m using you," he said coldly, and slapped her again on the other side, harder.

She sobbed, but the second impact made her pussy clench hard around his cock against every conscious wish.

’No—don’t—don’t react—’

The thought flashed through her even as her body betrayed her.

Kyle felt the involuntary squeeze and his rhythm turned rougher. He released her wrists only long enough to grab both of them again in one hand and use the other to yank the front of her mini dress down, freeing her full, heavy tits. They bounced hard with every thrust. He squeezed one roughly, fingers digging into the soft flesh, then slapped the underside of it hard enough to leave another bright red mark.

"Ahh—!"

"Your daughter took this cock for ten hours straight," he muttered, still railing her into the floor with deep, punishing force. "You’re going to take it too. Every fucking inch."

He folded her legs higher, almost pressing her knees to her shoulders, and started jackhammering into her with short, brutal strokes that left her no room to breathe or think between impacts. The wet sound of her pussy taking him grew louder and messier. Despite every protest that left her mouth, her body was responding—slicker, hotter, the reluctant clenches coming more frequently and lasting longer.

’This is wrong. This is so wrong. I have to get out. I have to stop this—’

"No—ahh—slow down—I can’t—please—" she choked, but the words were already weaker, broken up by gasps she could no longer fully suppress. Her full tits flushed deeper under the repeated impacts and rough handling. The mini dress was half-torn now, bunched uselessly under her arms.

Kyle slapped her breast again, then her face once more, keeping her eyes open and forced on him. Each sharp impact made her walls flutter harder around his cock. He leaned down closer, still pounding into her without mercy, and spoke against her ear while he used her body.

"You’re getting wetter. Your cunt is gripping me even while you say no. Same way your daughter did at the beginning before she turned into a complete breeding bitch."

The mother shook her head frantically against the floor, fresh tears spilling, but her hips had begun to twitch upward in small, involuntary movements to meet some of his thrusts.

Kyle stayed buried inside her for a long stretch of time after the second load, hips pressed flush against her ass, cock still thick and twitching as the last weak pulses of her orgasm fluttered around him. The mother’s body was soft and open under him now, the rigid fight from earlier melted into something heavier, more yielding. Her wrists lay limp in his grip. Her full tits rose and fell with every shaky breath, the red handprints already darkening into bruises on pale skin. A thin, continuous trickle of mixed cum and her own wetness ran down over her ass and onto the floorboards of the pastel bedroom.

He rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, just grinding the heavy head of his cock deep against the swollen place inside her that made her stomach tighten. A soft, involuntary sound slipped out of her before she could stop it.

*Nnhh...*

Her eyes fluttered. The protest that tried to form on her lips came out broken and thin.

"Don’t... move... please..."

Kyle ignored the words. He pulled almost all the way out, watching the way her stretched pussy clung to him, then sank back in to the hilt in one long, heavy stroke. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. The mother’s back arched off the floor against her will. A higher, sharper moan tore free.

*Ahhh—!*

Her hips gave a tiny, helpless roll upward to meet him.

He set a steady, deep rhythm not the brutal pounding from before, but something slower and more deliberate, every thrust ending with a hard grind that dragged the thick ridge of his cock across that sensitive spot. The mother’s thighs trembled and opened wider without her permission. Her free hand clutched weakly at his forearm, nails digging in, but she wasn’t pushing him away anymore. The pressure of her fingers only tightened when he ground especially deep.

*Mmmhh... ahh... nnhh...*

The soft, continuous sounds kept spilling out of her. Each one made her face burn hotter with shame. She tried to turn her head away from the bed only a few feet away, but Kyle’s free hand caught her jaw and forced her face back toward Stacy’s unconscious body. The daughter’s legs were still spread, pastel sheets soaked dark beneath her, thick white cum continuing to seep slowly from her ruined, puffy pussy in heavy trails.

The visual hit the mother like a fresh slap. Her own cunt clenched hard around Kyle’s cock at the sight.

’This is wrong. That’s my daughter. I should be stopping this—’

But her body was already answering differently. Her hips were meeting every thrust now in short, needy little rolls. The wet, filthy sounds of her pussy taking him grew louder. When he reached down between them and rubbed firm, fast circles over her swollen clit, a broken, higher moan ripped out of her throat.

"Ahhh—fuck—nnnhh!"

The word ’fuck’ slipped out before she could swallow it. Her eyes flew wide with fresh humiliation even as her walls fluttered and squeezed him harder.

Kyle’s mouth curved. He kept the deep, grinding pace and the relentless pressure on her clit, watching every change in her face.

"Listen to that," he muttered, voice low. "Your body isn’t fighting anymore. It’s taking it. It’s asking for more."

*Nnhh... ahh... mmmhh...*

The mother’s protests had thinned into almost nothing. Soft, continuous moans kept escaping her with every thrust, every grind, every rough circle of his fingers. Her full tits bounced heavily. The red marks on them and the side of her face stood out vivid against flushed skin. Her glassy eyes stayed locked on Stacy even as tears continued to slide down her temples into her hair.

The second or third she had already lost count as the orgasm built faster this time. The coil in her belly tightened viciously. Her thighs started shaking harder. Her free hand left his arm and clutched at the floor instead, fingers scrabbling against the wood as if she could anchor herself against what was coming.

"I can’t—please—don’t make me—"

The words dissolved into a long, broken cry when the climax tore through her.

"Ahhh—nnnhh—fuck—!"

Her whole body locked and convulsed. Her pussy clamped down in tight, rhythmic pulses that milked his cock, flooding him with fresh wetness that spilled out around his shaft and ran down over her ass in messy streams. The orgasm rolled through her in long, helpless waves while she stared at her daughter’s used body only a few feet away. Soft and continuous moans kept spilling out of her even after the strongest pulses faded leftover echoes of pleasure she hadn’t wanted and couldn’t stop.

Kyle fucked her straight through it. He didn’t ease off. He kept the deep, grinding thrusts and the rough pressure on her clit until the sensitivity made her try to twist away, soft desperate sounds rising higher.

"Too much—ahh—please—"

He only pinned her harder and kept going, dragging every last spasm out of her until her body went completely slack beneath him again. Only then did he bury himself to the base, hips locked tight against her, and unload a third thick load deep inside the mother. Heavy ropes of cum pumped into her already flooded cunt while she lay limp and shaking, soft broken sounds still escaping with every breath.

*Nnh... ahh...*

He stayed inside her afterward, feeling the soft, exhausted flutters of her walls around him. Cum leaked out around his cock in continuous white trails, joining the earlier loads already coating her thighs, her ass, and the floor beneath them. The mother’s mini dress was ruined, shoved up around her waist. Her wrists lay loose. Her marked tits rose and fell with shaky breaths. Her eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, still turned toward the bed where Stacy slept the deep, broken sleep of someone who had been used for over ten hours.

Kyle looked down at the thoroughly marked, thoroughly used MILF beneath him. His cock twitched inside her, still half-hard, still not finished.

There was more left in him.

And the mother’s body, soft and open and still quietly moaning under him, no longer had the strength to stop him from taking it.