Chapter 303 - 309: Elaine The Watcher

’Ahn... no! Please don’t say those dirty things, Mom... or I won’t be able to control myself either...’ Elaine thought, her hand subconsciously slipping down between her own legs to stroke her soaked, aching clit as she watched the brutal plowing unfold before her eyes.

"I love how broken you are, Natasha, so accept another load!" Quinn roared, driving himself in to the hilt. "I think Elaine has learned her lesson... so it’s finally time for me to start pounding her!"

Quinn roared, pumping a massive load into the already loose, gaping pussy of Natasha after many exhausting hours of unrelenting pounding.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

"Hoh... That was a nice, heavy load," Quinn exhaled, stepping back onto the mattress. His cock twitched rhythmically as it cooled down, still thick and throbbing despite cumming yet another huge volley. Beside him, Natasha spaded out in a complete daze, her trembling legs spread wide in a limp, frog-like pose while a thick mixture of semen and her own juices overflowed from her core, pooling onto the sheets.

"Eheh... Did you observe, Elaine...? That simple, beautiful task... eheh," Natasha babbled softly, slipping straight into a dreamland of blissful exhaustion. Her glazed eyes sparkled with tiny heart-shaped reflections. "Don’t... don’t say anything to Dren about me acting like a total slut, got it...?"

"Ahn... ahn! Don’t say terrible things like that, Mom..." Elaine whimpered, completely unable to stop her own hand from moving between her thighs. She was feverishly rubbing her own clit, a constant stream of slick juices pouring out from her soaked entrance.

"How about we begin our real session now, Elaine?" Quinn asked smoothly, crawling over to her on all fours like an imposing predator. He reached out with both hands, firmly parting her trembling thighs to reveal her fully exposed, dripping heat.

"Ahn... ahnn! Let me think for a second first... I really don’t think this is a good choice..." Elaine squeaked, instinctively using one hand to try to cover her pussy, even as her fingers continued to play with herself beneath her palm.

"What kind of ’wrong choice’ could this possibly be, Elaine?" Quinn taunted, leaning down to press his body against hers. "Your pussy is practically screaming to taste my cock right now. Don’t you think it’s a little too late for you to be saying ’no’?"

He worked his way over her frame, casually rubbing the thick, warm shaft of his length against the back of her trembling hand.

"Don’t be shy with me. This is going to remain our little secret, so you don’t have to worry about a thing. You just need to express your true, inner feelings without worrying about your pathetic husband," Quinn murmured, sliding his fingers upward over her ribcage to easily scoop up her heavy, bare breast.

Hmm... not bad at all, Quinn thought, squeezing her supple flesh. Though I think I still prefer the plush softness of Natasha’s tits over these...

It was a delightful comparison to make—having both a mother and her daughter-in-law broken and available in the exact same bed.

"Nghn! Ahn... ahn... my breast feels so strange," Elaine let out a long, shuddering moan of pure relief. "Ahnn... you’re playing with my tits so roughly..."

The feeling of a dominant, powerful man kneading her breasts was entirely different from the weak, hesitant touches Dren always gave her.

"You love this, don’t you?"

"Ahnn... n-no! I don’t love this at all...!"

"Don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth," Quinn growled, his grip tightening as he kneaded her soft flesh. "Does Dren ever play with your tits like this?"

Squish... squish... squish...

"Ngnn... ahnn, ahnn... N-no! I can’t say that out loud!"

"Tell me. You clearly need some serious sexual counseling right now, so don’t be shy," Quinn instructed smoothly. "Look at your mother-in-law right beside you. She feels amazing now because she has finally expressed all her hidden, filthy emotions."

Reaching down, Quinn grabbed the hand that was desperately trying to shield her wet entrance, guiding her fingers directly around the girth of his heavy shaft.

Stroke... stroke... stroke...

"See? It’s as simple as that," Quinn coaxed. "Now stroke my cock faster. I’ll take care of your tits... You’ve been dying for a real man to handle your breasts, so let me help you."

He pinched her dark, erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger, slowly twisting it to send a sharp jolt of electric stimulation straight down to her core.

"Nghn! Ahnn... ahnn!"

"Does that feel good now, Elaine? Can you feel the heat spreading through your blood?" Quinn pushed his hips forward into her hand, forcing her to grip his impressive girth tighter. The thick coating of fresh cum on his shaft served as a rich lubricant, making her forced strokes effortless and smooth.

"Ngn... ahnn! I’m not telling you anything... I know doing this is so wrong..."

"No, it isn’t wrong at all. Just drop the shy act and tell me. This stays between us. Dren will never find out..."

"Ngnn... ahnn... T-then... you promise you won’t ever tell him that we’re doing such a dirty thing right now?" A single, sparkling tear rolled down her flushed cheek. Deep in her heart, she truly loved Dren, but her neglected, heat-crazed body needed so much more than mere romantic words.

"Why on earth would I tell him?" Quinn scoffed, breaking into a low, amused laugh. "I’m not stupid enough to blab about our private fun."

In reality, Quinn couldn’t care less. What could his weakling brother even do about it if he found out? Dren was a pathetic, fragile weakling compared to him, cursed with a tiny twig between his legs while Quinn possessed a massive, monstrous tool built to break women.

"Ahnn... ahnn... Then... then I won’t hold back anymore..." Elaine whimpered, her resolve crumbling into dust.

"Yes, that’s it. You shouldn’t hold back at all," Quinn praised. "Natasha went all-out right from the very beginning. Don’t be shy—tell me what your body has been secretly longing for."

"Nghn... ahnn... Your dick is so thick and warm..."

"And what else?"