Chapter 300 - 306: What Are You Doing...?

"I... I can hear sounds coming from Mom’s room..." she stammered.

Much like Natasha, Elaine had her own hidden desires. She had been forced to secretly touch herself and indulge in private pleasures from time to time, even resorting to foreign objects when her loneliness became too much to bear. She had barely managed to control her urges earlier today, but this overwhelming atmosphere was testing her resolve.

"Nghnn... ahnn, ahnn! Yes, fuck me harder, Quinn! Ahnn... I’ve already lost count of how many times I’ve come!"

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"Try to remember! That’s your only job, Natasha!" Quinn barked, ruthlessly driving his shaft into her from behind while she was pinned down in a prone doggy style position.

His eyes were locked firmly on the bedroom doorway. In her absolute haze of pleasure, Natasha had completely forgotten to lock the door when Quinn carried her inside.

After he had tossed her onto the mattress, the intense, unrelenting battle continued without a single second of rest until she completely lost her mind, squirting repeatedly and screaming out his name. It was a true battle of endurance, and Quinn was winning effortlessly.

"Nghn... ahn! Ahnn... Elaine will be coming home soon, ahnn!" Natasha whimpered, her face buried deep into the messy pillows. "I think... I think we need to stop this now... ahn, ahnn!"

"No way," Quinn growled, slamming his hips against her soft rear with brutal force. "You begged for this, didn’t you? It’s only natural for me to pump every last bit of my seed deep inside you!"

"Nghn... ahnn, ahnn... but at least... ahn, we need to close the door..."

It’s a little too late for that, Quinn smirked to himself. He had purposely refrained from summoning another clone this time, knowing that seeing the real thing would deliver a far greater shock to the young woman standing in the hallway.

"M-mom...? What... what are you doing...?"

The trembling voice belonged to none other than Elaine. She stood frozen in the open doorway, witnessing the depraved act live. Terrified that something terrible had happened after seeing the wreckage downstairs, she had rushed straight up the steps—only to find this.

She watched in utter paralysis as her mother-in-law moaned hysterically, getting mercilessly pounded from behind by a man—the very man her own husband considered a brother.

Yes, it was Quinn...

"Nghn... ahn, ahnn...! E-Elaine?!" Natasha gasped, her eyes snapping wide in total horror as her clouded mind briefly cleared. "Ahnn, ahnn! Please stop for a second, Quinn... Elaine is watching us!"

She panicked, unable to think straight as the massive shaft continued to mercilessly stretch her while her son’s wife stared directly at her ruined state.

"W-what are you doing with Dren’s brother... Mom?" Elaine stammered out, pointing a trembling finger at them. She didn’t know whether to run or scream, completely unaware that a throbbing, scalding heat was already spreading deep within her own wet core.

"Nghn... ahn, this is not it... ahnn, ahhnn... please don’t look at me like this!" Natasha wept out, her knuckles turning white as she tried her absolute best not to moan.

Unfortunately for her frail pride, Quinn never slowed his relentless pace for a single second. He continued ramming his heavy length deep into her tight rear end while callously groping her soft, sensitive buttocks, which were already terribly swollen and flushed bright red after two solid hours of non-stop spanking.

"What... what are you even saying, Mom...?" Elaine stammered, her voice shaking violently as she stood rooted near the doorway.

"Nghn... ahnn... ahnn! Quinn is... he’s just helping me here!" Natasha cried out, her mind completely shattered by the overwhelming sensation of his flesh driving inside her. "He is only helping my starved body... ahnn, ahnn!"

"Dren... your own son! What would his reaction be if he walked in and saw this, Mom?!" Elaine gasped, completely unable to process the depraved scene unfolding before her eyes.

She had sworn to herself that her late husband was her life’s one true love, the only man who would ever own her heart. Yet here was Dren’s own brother, mercilessly fucking his widowed mother-in-law like a wild beast in broad daylight, while Natasha shamelessly begged for more.

What an absolute drama, Quinn thought with a dark, sinister grin, thoroughly enjoying the psychological torture. I want to see exactly how this ridiculous scenario unfolds.

Leaning down until his warm breath tickled Natasha’s trembling, shell-shocked ear, Quinn growled softly, "Tell her the truth, Natasha. Say that you need my cock."

"Nghn... I need his cock... ahn, ahn!" Natasha whimpered, abandoning every last shred of her dignity as she looked up at her horrified daughter-in-law. "You just don’t understand, Elaine... How about you step closer? Ahn... please don’t run away..."

"B-but..."

"N-no buts, just come over here..." Natasha panted, her cheeks dripping with tears and sweat. "I will tell you exactly why I need Quinn’s cock so badly... ahnn!"

Elaine subconsciously took a slow, hesitant step forward into the room. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop her own body from reacting to the thick, hypersexual atmosphere lingering in the air. Her own core was dripping wet, leaking hot juices down the inside of her thighs. The agonizingly pleasurable touch Quinn had used on her previously was taking full effect now, completely destroying her self-control.

"Nghn... Ahnn, ahnn... please, just don’t tell Dren about any of this... okay?" Natasha sobbed out, raising her plump ass even higher into the air while burying half of her tear-stained face deep into the soft mattress.

"N-no... please just tell me why you’re doing something so terrible, Mom..." Elaine whimpered, stopping right at the side of the bed.

Her wide, panicked eyes were helplessly glued to the massive shaft disappearing inside her mother-in-law’s body—sliding in and out with a slick, wet rhythm, completely coated in thick, creamy fluid.

"Nghn... ahnn, ahnn... I will explain everything... so please..."

"Please do... I desperately want to know why you’re ruining yourself like this, Mom..."

Elaine couldn’t stop staring at the sheer size of Quinn’s shaft. Deep down, a dirty, hidden part of every woman craved a massive cock. That was the cruel, unvarnished reality of the world. She had been forced to settle for a small, underwhelming dick with her late husband—something that could barely be called a twig in comparison. And while emotional love was supposed to mean more than physical size, it would be a complete lie to say she had never secretly imagined what it would be like to be filled by a true, giant man.

"Ahnn, ahnn... I just love cock, Elaine!" Natasha confessed loudly, weeping openly as she tried her best to reach out and grab the younger woman’s trembling hand. "Ahnn, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I completely love Quinn’s cock!"

Heh, this is the most absurd, delicious drama I’ve ever orchestrated, Quinn thought, his eyes gleaming with malicious triumph. What a grand show.

Without warning, Quinn raised his broad palm high into the air and brought it down hard against Natasha’s bare, bruised cheeks.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Another sharp rain of brutal spanks rained down upon her plump backside, sending violent jolts of sheer physical pleasure straight to her brain.

"Nghn... ahnn, ahnn! Please spank my cheating ass more, Quinn!" Natasha squealed out, wiggling her hips backward against his thrusts. "I want your spankings to discipline my dirty, unfaithful body!"

She held firm to Elaine’s cold hand, gripping her like a lifeline while her body rode the waves of his punishment.

"Ngnn... ahnn, ahnn... Elaine, I know you’re looking at me like I’m a disgusting monster," Natasha gasped out through her tears. "But please... don’t judge me too harshly... I am still a lonely woman who needs to be cared for..."

Tears rolled down her cheeks, but they weren’t born of grief or regret. Who could possibly feel true sadness or mourning while a massive, thick cock was ruthlessly ravaging her depths?

Those are tears of pure, unadulterated joy, Quinn thought with a smirk, bringing his hand down for another loud, stinging slap across her bottom.

"B-but what if Dren finds out... that you’re committing such a dirty act with his own brother?" Elaine whispered, her voice cracking. Her fingers clasped tightly around Natasha’s, yet she couldn’t bring herself to pull away or kick Quinn out.

Yes, he was doing something monstrous to her mother-in-law right now, but it was painfully obvious that Natasha craved every single second of the brutal treatment.

"No one is ever going to know, Elaine... just come closer," Natasha urged, taking advantage of the girl’s shock to pull her even nearer to the edge of the mattress. "I know your body needs care too... I can smell how wet you are."

"Ngh... I can’t do that, Mother! I can’t betray Dren like this!"

"You say that with your lips, yet your body is screaming otherwise," Natasha whispered slyly, reaching out with her free hand to touch the fabric of Elaine’s skirt. "Look at your clothes... they’re already soaked through with your own shameful fluids..."