That Bitch, That Bitch, That Little Fucking Bitch! - (Rape, in-law, heavy spanking, humiliation)
by Jaz

"That bitch, that bitch, that little fucking bitch!"

I kept repeating that phrase over and over again in my mind. I was trying hard not to lose my composure, not to hit my wife in her pretty, confused, disloyal little face. I am not usually a violent man. Oh the potential for it is always there, just beneath the surface, but I know how destructive, how dangerous an SOB I can be; and I don't like myself when I let the asshole out of the bottle. Maybe I was being unfair, maybe I had not heard my wife correctly. I thought she said "Mom will be staying with us for a couple of weeks."

"Beth, we have already discussed this. Your mother and I do not get along. She is a rude, conniving little bitch who almost ruined our wedding, and I do not want her in my house. Ever. Period. End of discussion."

Susan did not want me marrying her little girl. Let's see: I was too old for her (29 to her 20), did not make enough money (Asst. Principal is not too bad, and I get summers off), lazy, and she could do a lot better than me. This barrage of negative comments kept up right to our wedding day. I overheard her talking to her daughter 15 minutes before the ceremony was to begin.

"For the last time Beth, don't be a fool. This man is a complete loser. It is not too late. Take my hand and let's walk out of here right now, or you will regret this for the rest of your life. You are only 20 years old, you are intelligent, beautiful and could have any man you want. Don't make the mistake of getting married, and pregnant too young. I love you, but having you at 17 was a mistake, marrying your asshole father was a mistake, I don't want you to make the same mistakes that I did. I will do whatever it takes to save you from ruining your life."

I remember listening in the hallway outside the room in shock. This woman was my enemy. She had the power to ruin my life. I wanted to storm in there and kick the living shit out of her, but I knew that was the wrong way to go. I had to know who came FIRST to Beth; me or her mother.

"Sigh-Groan Mom you might be right, but... I love him. I am not pregnant, and I am lucky, I have you to help me avoid mistakes. If you are right and John is a loser I'll leave him, I promise," she smiled and hugged her mom in a tight embrace.

On that glorious note, I was allowed to marry the woman that I love. I had dodged a bullet, my life was allowed to continue. But I knew I had to get my wife away from her mother's influence. Within six months of our marriage I had secured a job in San Jose, CA on the opposite side of the fucking country from Susan. My wife did not like it but she finally agreed to the move. I made it very clear that it was time for us to start our lives together and that until her mother began to show me some basic respect she was not welcome in our house. Beth said she understood how I felt and would comply. How dare she invite that bitch out for a visit? Beth and I were about to have a fight. A big one.

"Stop being so silly and give me a hug. The past is the past; we are family now. You aren't stupid enough to think I would stay away from my daughter forever," a smug, superior voice said behind me. I turned around and there was a tall, blonde woman in her late 30's smirking at me. From frosty blue eyes to her stubby upturned nose and full breasts, to that tight round ass; every aspect of this woman reeked of condescension, wealth, and barely contained hostility. My mother in law was not COMING for a visit, she was already here!

"I'm sorry John but I missed her so much. Can't you two please try and get along for me?" said my wife in that humble, pleading tone she knew I liked. I loved my tiny little girl-wife, and the bitch was already here so...

"Susan, I'll meet you half way. We may never be friends but we both love Beth. Let's try and get along," I said as I held out my hand. After a moment's hesitation she gave me a limp little handshake and said "Be a dear, Jonathan and carry my bags back to my room. Beth and I have so much to plan. I am only going to be here for a little while and there is so much shopping to be done. Her wardrobe is just pitiful, and this living room will need a few things to make it well -- livable. Don't worry Jonathan I don't expect you to pay for it on your salary, I'll take care of everything."

And so it begins. The jibes, digs and put downs. It was going to be an annoying couple of weeks but really how bad could it be. I was in my own home, married to her precious daughter, and she WOULD be leaving in 2 weeks, check that, 13 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes. Let her play her little mind games, I had already won the war. At least that's what I thought. If I had known then the real reason for Susan's visit I would have kicked her pretty little ass to the curb, locked the door, took my wife and ran. My ordeal was about to begin.

The next day I went to work. Frankly I was glad to be away from the incessant background babble of my wife and her mother. The only thing worse than when they left me out of the conversation was when they forced me to join it.

"Let's ask John, it's his house too mother. Honey, do you want lavender or mauve on the balloon curtains in the living room. Should we add track lighting under the window sill? Does this pattern bring out the highlights in the carpet or is the contrast too strong?"

Yadda yadda, snooze. Yep it was time to go to work. I had a peaceful uneventful morning. I went to the cafeteria for lunch. There were a few people in there. I could not help but notice a young attractive redhead with big tits and green eyes. She kept staring at me. Finally she walked over to where I was standing leaned in to me and gave me a long, wet, hungry kiss. I was so stunned it took me a few seconds to register what was happening. It took a few seconds more to decide what I should do about it. Another 5 seconds were lost because she stuck her tongue deep in my mouth, rubbed herself against my crotch, and grabbed my ass. I felt myself get hard and the next thing I knew I had a soft tit in each hand. I must have lost control then, cause I was ready to fuck this young girl, in the middle of the cafeteria. I wanted to shove my 9" monster deep in her pussy, and make the little slut beg for mercy.

She started playing with my cock until I was fully erect. I was about to spread her on the table and lick her little red pussy raw, when I glanced down at my wedding ring. It was like a bucket of cold water had been splashed on me. I was about to piss my marriage away for a piece of ass. A piece of succulent, tender, juicy young ass, but it was still ass-meat nonetheless. As I looked around the cafeteria I became aware of the uncomfortable silence that permeated the air. What had once been a handful of people, had grown to a crowd of 40 or more, all looking at us.

"My god, what if my boss walks in. I'll lose my job." I managed to push myself away from the young slut and said "I'm sorry I can't do this. I am a married man."

She looked at me for a minute with laughter in her eyes and said, "Anything you say, lover. It would have been the best you've ever had. See Ya."

I watched her meaty tits jiggle as she walked across the room and out of my life. My cock was still hard, as I tried to straighten my clothes. I didn't know what had happened or why, but I did know one thing for sure.

"Susan you better cover your ears, turn up the tv, or get the fuck out of my house, because your little girl is going to get her tight, little twat fucked good tonight."

"Hi honey I'm home," I called out. I entered the living room and it was a mess. Clothes (my clothes) were spread out all over the floor. A suitcase had been haphazardly packed, and my wife was crying into her mother's arms.

"How could you do it John, You bastard. I hate you. Get out of here and don't ever come back!" Beth shrieked in a near hysterical frenzy.

"Beth what's wrong, talk to me dammit. Why are you crying? "

"Don't you dare stand there and play dumb with me, you sonofabitch! I hope you and your redheaded slut will be very happy together," Beth said as she threw a stack of pictures at me.

"Oh no, oh shit, oh shit, oh shitty shit shit."

Someone had taken picture of me in the cafeteria today. It was all here in close up color. Me sucking, grabbing another woman. Oh look here is one with her pulling on my big dick. The best part though was that no matter what, I managed to keep a big, silly "Boy ain't I lucky!" grin on my face.

"Honey, I am so sorry this happened. I know I fucked up but I want you to know two things. I love you, and I did not fuck her. I'm sorry, I love you and I did not fuck her. I can understand if you don't want to talk tonight so I'll sleep on the couch in the basement. But I am not leaving this house. I am not going to lose you over this. You are my wife. You can be angry at me, we can fight. But you love me and you have to forgive me. It may take some time, but you will forgive me. Please baby forgive me," I begged as my wife started crying even harder and making these pitiful groans on the couch.

"I warned her about you. The very first time I met you I knew you were, vulgar, common and that you would break my daughter's heart," Susan said as she crossed the room and slapped me and then spat in my face, "Now get out and let me take care of Beth." The last thing I heard as I was walking downstairs was my mother in law encouraging my wife to divorce me.

That bitch, that bitch, that little fucking bitch!

Needless to say I was not having a restful night. Besides all the emotional crap, cramming my 6'4" frame onto a rickety, wiry, 5'9" couch was no picnic. So I was wide awake when my mother in law came downstairs. We stared at each other for a moment and then she began to speak.

"Jonathan, we need to reach an understanding. It's time we be completely honest with each other. I despise you. The thought of you touching my daughter with your filthy hands sickens me. I will never forgive you for moving her 3,000 miles away from me. About two months ago I came to a decision. I am going to end your marriage. I hired a stripper to set you up and a Private Investigator to take the pictures. There is no turning back now, I will do whatever it takes to get you out of Beth's life. I will break you, break her if I must but your marriage is over," she said in a cold merciless tone.

I knew then that Susan was not human, she was some kind of evil, devil witch, bitch. I knew that I could kill her. I mean look at it this way. If you can avoid a rattlesnake you do. But if it comes in your home, threatens your family, well then you cut its head off and roast it on a stick.

"I suggest you leave in the morning. If you do I'll talk her out of asking for alimony. Thank god there are no kids involved. You can both start over. Maybe one day I'll even let you be friends." Susan patted me on the head and left.

I watched her tight full ass, as she climbed the stairs. As it swayed from side to side her butt seemed to be taunting me, laughing at the position I was in. I was horny, my marriage was all but over, and Susan had finally beaten me, A slow rage began to build. No matter how tough Susan was, I was tougher. I would find a way to make her pay for fucking with me. All bets were off. How did the saying go? "All is fair in love and war." Well I love my wife and Susan and I were about to go to war.

Beth was up early. Her boss was out of town and she was running a fairly important meeting in his absence.

"Good luck today honey, I know you will do a great job," I said in a cheery tone.

"Please John; it hurts to even look at your lying face, don't ask me to speak to you as well. We need some time apart to figure out where we go from here. I'd really appreciate it if you were not here when I get home tonight," my wife said in a tired, bitter voice that was too old for her 21 years. She then got her purse and keys, kissed her mother goodbye and left for work. This was really happening, I was losing my wife.

Dammit I deserved better than this! I should have been allowed to explain, been given the benefit of the fucking doubt! I mean if our marriage is not worth that much - then "Fuck you Beth, you are not good enough for ME!" I screamed inside my head as I began to cry hot, salty tears.

"Oh for chrissakes don't tell me you are a crier on top of all of your other faults. No matter what women say about liking sensitive men who are in touch with their feelings; there is something a little pathetic about a man who does not have the strength, the pride, to be a MAN. Stop your sniffling, pack your bags and get out of my daughter's house. Now!" Susan's voice snapped as she ordered me out of my house. I looked up at her though my tears. She was wearing an emerald silk robe, over a black satin nightdress. As I listened to her taunts, and looked at her full heavy breasts straining against the sheer material; I felt a wave of heat crash over me. It was more than just anger, it was primal, bestial. I wanted to hit her, rip her open, to make my mother in law howl. To beg, pant, plead for mercy -- and then see the look in her eyes, the smell on her when she realized that there was no mercy in me. A deep manly laugh bubbled up from deep inside me as I rushed across the kitchen, and snatched Susan to her feet. I shook her, jerked her, and then tore her flimsy robe off her body.

"What are you doing, how DARE YOU! Get away from me you disgusting pervert!" Susan commanded in a shocked voice. I quickly sat down and then pulled her stomach over my lap. Her arms and legs were dangling, her heavy tits were hanging over my right thigh, and her plump full ass was staring face up.

"You have been a very bad girl Susan. So I am going to beat your ass raw. Scream as loud as you like, cry for me you bitch, I'll enjoy it more. Now pull your panties down and your dress up. I want to see your nasty ass," I said as I lightly smacked her butt.

"You bastard, I'll see you in jail for this; no I'll see you dead for this. I will never cooperate with you. You might hurt me, but you will never break me."

At that a plan came to me. It was perfect.

"I'll make you a deal, Susan. You want me out of Beth's life. I want you out of her life. It's 9am; she will not be home until 5pm. If I can break you before she gets home then I win. You tell Beth what you did, and encourage her to work it out with me. Then you go home, and stay out of our lives. If however 5pm comes and you are still a defiant snob, then I lose. I'll leave the woman I love without a fight. Even if she asks me back, I'll stay out of her life forever. I'm going to rape you anyway; this just raises the stakes and guarantees it will be interesting."

Susan could not believe it. She was about to be raped and there was nothing she could do about it. It infuriated her to be helpless. She loved her only child very much though. Since this was going to happen anyway she might as well get John out of Beth's life for good. Even after all her pressure, the pictures, and an admission of sorts from John, Beth had not kicked him out. Given time and love he might actually get her to forgive him. She couldn't take the chance.

"Fine, I agree. I'll do whatever it takes."

John quickly flipped Susan's skirt up. He felt himself get hard as he looked at her full, round bottom. The sight of her panties disappearing into the crack of her ass was intoxicating. He began probing the outline of the flimsy silk material with his finger. Susan's outraged squirming against his cock only made him hornier. Ever since yesterday's encounter with that slut in the cafeteria John had needed a hot nasty fuck. That was of course denied him when he got home and found that all shit had broken loose. He was sorry about his marriage, but that did not change the fact that John needed a hot, warm, wet piece of woman meat in the worst way. He did not want to give Susan the satisfaction of knowing how desperate he was. So he decided to humiliate her first.

"Do you know how long I have wanted to beat some respect into you. I am going to enjoy hurting you, making you scream. I am going to smack your snooty little ass until snot drips from your nose, your throat is raw, and you beg me like a good, humble little girl to stop."

Susan knew she would be in for a terrible ordeal, but she felt more resolved than ever to get her daughter away from this dangerous loser. John grasped the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down and off. He held them up to his nose and said

"Ew Susan is a little stinky puss".

She felt herself blush at his crude comment. Now that her ass was exposed John began to rub and massage; to mash and to knead her firm butt cheeks. He was not gentle.

"Susie, you have a very pretty ass. It's too bad that you are such a naughty little girl. Now daddy is going to have to spank you. Remember dear, this hurts me more than it hurts you."

Susan began to get nervous. Maybe she could reason with her son in law. She had to at least try. From the way he was mauling her ass, and the thick hard bulge that was pressing into her stomach she was scared of what might happen to her once he started hurting her for real.

"Please John you have to stop this. Think of Beth. She will never forgive you if you do this to her mother. We may not like each other, but I am your mother in law. Take your hand off my ass, and get your finger out of my pussy right now! Let me up this instant!" Susan shrieked in fear and rising panic.

"Don't (Whack!) ever (Smack!) Speak (Thwack!) to me (Pound!) like that again, you filthy bitch," John said in a cold, remote voice as he smacked and punched the beautiful ass in his lap. He liked this. He enjoyed the sound of his fist hitting the meaty part of her ass. The satisfying echo that her screams gave in his slightly acoustic kitchen. As he continued to rip into his mother in law he thought of every cruel thing that she had done to him, every thinly veiled put down, every insult in front of his wife, every attempt to ruin his marriage and destroy his life. She deserved this and anything else he felt like doing to her. She had EARNED this beating. Her desperate attempts to crawl out of his lap were laughable to John. Her rich, golden tan, stood out in contrast to the collection of handprints, and red welts that now decorated her ass and backs of her thighs.

Susan began to think he would never stop. That he might kill her. She was crying now, sobbing and gasping, and writhing in pain. She had never been hurt so badly. But along with the pain was a boiling rage at what John was doing to her. She was determined to find a way to hurt him back, to make this sick pervert pay for daring to lay hands on her. But for now the pain was just too great. She had to do something to get him to stop. No matter how humiliating.

"Please John I am sorry for whatever I have done. I apologize for the way I treated you, and I promise to do better in the future. Please be reasonable I beg you," she said through involuntary tears in a soothing tone.

John stopped spanking her but continued playing with her tits and pussy. "I really appreciate your admitting you have been bad. Maybe you are not completely hopeless. Maybe you just need a little tough love from daddy. Maybe you want to be obedient. Let's find out. Lay down on the floor for me. Good, now spread your legs as wide apart as you can for daddy. Ok. I am going to smack your clit and cunt as hard as I can 10 times. A good, obedient girl will keep her legs open and thank her daddy because she knows it is for her own good. Are you a good girl?" John asked his mother in law in a sugary sweet tone.

The first smack caught Susan by surprise. She knew it was going to hurt but this was unbelievable. The second one landed right on her clit and hurt even more. Again, and again he struck. Susan lost all semblance of dignity and control. She began pleading like a mad woman trying desperately to close her legs and crawl away, but John would not let her.

"Pleaseeee! Stop! It hurts, it hurts, I'll be good, I'll do anything I promise, PLEEZZE, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she shrieked and wailed and begged while thrashing wildly on the floor. John stood, and pulled her up into his lap. He wrapped his strong, thick arms around her and gently kissed her tears away. It felt so good to be held after her beating that it did not matter who was holding her. John got a tissue held it up to her nose and said "Blow. Again. Good," he said as he wiped the last of her tears, snot and mascara away. She just snuggled, soft and warm and secure in her daddy's arms and drifted off to sleep. John kept running his hands across her smooth naked skin and made soft shushing noises as he rocked her to peace.

John let her sleep for about 2 hours. He enjoyed playing with Susan's breasts and pussy. Her hard nipples and dripping cunt made a nice contrast to the innocent look on her sleeping face. He gently pinched her clit to wake her.

"Daddy is so sorry you made him do that. If you promise to be good, daddy will be able to love you the way he should. Otherwise... daddy will have no choice but to hurt you. Bad. This would make me very sad. I need you to stand up so I can check your Boo Boos," John said as he took out a tube of hydrocortisone cream to apply to her wounds. He started by massaging the soothing white cream into her left and right nipples where he had smacked, pinched and twisted. He looked her in the eye while he cupped each of her tits before sucking on her nipple for several minutes. It was intimate and invasive, but Susan did not have the courage to resist him again so soon.

Next he dropped to his knees and turned her around. He put his face right into her ass and began licking and kissing the sore red flesh. Susan's moans of protest and appreciation were loud. It was not easy for her to submit to John's touch, but this felt so much better than having him hurt her. She decided to put up with it as long as she could. He took a big gob of cream split her ass and spread it all over and inside her butt. He then covered his middle finger and gently inserted it as far up her ass as it would go.

"Lay down for me Susan and open your legs wide, like you did before. I am going to inspect your clit and pussy," John ordered. He gently peeled her pussy lips apart and began to lightly rub cream into the abused area. Soon he started sucking and blowing up and down her slit, as he plunged his tongue deep into her hole. Susan's emotions were in a state of chaos. She had not had any kind of lover for 3 months. It had been 3 years since she had a man who knew how to suck cunt, who enjoyed licking and liked the taste of pussy. John's tongue had her dripping and oozing there was no denying that; but she just could not forget that this was her Son in law and that he was raping her.

"Ok Susan, you are all better now, no permanent damage done. Licking your tits and ass, and cunt made me hard. Kneel down here and suck my cock. I want to cum in your hot little mouth."

It was one thing for John to beat her, or even suck her. That was something he was forcing on her, it required no action on her part, at best only passive cooperation.

"No," she said in a small voice.

John could not believe it. After all he had done for her she was still defiant. He had planned to be gentle with her, he thought they had bonded over her spanking and his subsequent ministrations. It was obvious now that Susan had been playing him for a fool. She had not changed, she was not obedient. With that single word of denial she showed that she was not broken yet.

"Yes!" he said in a savage voice as he pushed her flat on her back and straddled her face. He rubbed his cock into her nose and eyes, and against her tightly closed mouth. He then started smacking her with his cock.

"You are going to do this, accept it!".

"Please don't do this, don't rapmuuff!" Susan said as John shoved his cock in her mouth.

It was a long battle, and neither side could claim complete victory. John did get his hard dick in her wet mouth. He blocked her nostrils and made her suck him. But it was not a willing blow job. Susan did not caress and kiss and suck him the way that he wanted her to no matter how hard he smacked her, no matter how far or how fast he shoved his cock down her throat. Did it feel good when she choked, and coughed, and contracted her throat on his cock -- well sure. Yes he came in her mouth, and she choked down his cock and his cum but he was not satisfied.

"You will have to do better. That was pathetic. I am going to leave my cock in your mouth while I recover, and we can try agiiI!!!! You bitch!!" John said as he threw himself off Susan. She had bit his dick, blood was running everywhere. He punched her as hard as he could in her stomach and she curled up in a ball on the floor. He crawled over to a chair and inspected his penis. She had broken the skin, and it had bled a lot but it was really only a superficial bite. It had sure scared him though. He was not used to seeing blood on his cock, and it hurt like hell. He went back to the kitchen and dragged Susan to her feet.

"You are going to pay for this," he said as he pointed to his bloody cock. John locked her in the basement. There were bars on the basement windows and no other exits, and no phone. He went to the first aid kit and put some clotting spray and Neosporin on his dick. It had stopped bleeding for the most part. He still could not believe the vicious bitch had bit him.

"That bitch, that bitch, that little fucking bitch!"

He had done nothing to justify that kind of behavior. John had to admit that he was a little scared of Susan now. He was tempted to leave her in the basement. But if he did that, she won. If he did that she was right, he really would be a loser. John believed in keeping his word. He had promised that if 5pm came and Susan wanted him out of Beth's life he would go. As much as it would hurt he meant to keep that promise. He had also promised that he was going to beat Susan's ass and fuck her into submission. He meant to keep that promise too. It took some time for his dick to heal, and for him to work up his courage. John took a shower and made some lunch. Finally, he realized he could put it off no longer. It was time to be a man and make Susan pay.

"Susan get up here right now!" John bellowed from the top of the stairs. It took a minute but she slowly came into view. She had found an old pair of John's jeans and a t- shirt and had put them on. John ushered her into the master bedroom and told her to sit on the bed.

"I can see now that I cannot trust you. I can see now that you will do anything you can to cause me pain. Emotional, physical, marital it does not matter to you. Well you have a decision to make. Do you want my dick up your ass or in your pussy? If you cooperate I will not hurt you as bad. If you resist I will be forced to tie you up, beat you up, and then fuck you up. What's it going to be?" Susan was afraid for her life. She could tell by the look in his eye that her son in law was looking for an excuse to hurt her. The beating he gave her last time was the worst pain he had ever received but somehow she knew that this beating might kill her.

"I don't want you to hurt me again. I'll do whatever you say. I guess I'd rather you fuck my vagina," Susan said in a defeated tone.

"Fine, but understand you'd better make it real. Your not just gonna lay here while I fuck you. You have to act like I am the man you love, and that you want my dick, no NEED my hard cock shoved deep in you wet little snatch. Are you ready? Good."

John sat down next to Susan on the bed. He began by smelling her hair and nuzzling her neck. His hands gently massaged up her arms and around her back. When he kissed his mother in law he started slowly, but became more insistent. He had to admit that he loved the taste of this woman. Her lips were full and her tongue played with his for several minutes.

"Ok Susan take your shirt off, I want to suck on your beautiful tits for awhile. Lay down on the bed." This was the first time Susan hesitated. She knew that once he got her naked and got on top there was nothing she could do to stop him. She would be his fuck toy. Unfortunately she could not think of a way out that did not involve pain. Susan raised her arms, removed her shirt and laid down on the bed. She watched in slow motion as John took off his shirt and crawled on top of her.

He licked her right breast softly, and massaged her left nipple. The dual stimulation quickly had both nipples erect. It had been 3 years since John had a full sized, Amazon sex bitch in his bed. He loved Beth and she was a beautiful, petite little pixie. But her 32B did not compare to her mother's 36DD. He buried his face in Susan's tits and licked and sucked and drooled on her for 15 minutes. It had an effect on her. 3 months is a long time to go without sex and John's enthusiastic sucking was driving her wild. Susan's breathing picked up and she could not help but moan, and gasp as he gently nibbled on her nipples.

"Get your pants off, I want to taste how wet you are."

"John please, stop... umm, oh god yes. Don't make me do thisss, oh shit that feels soo good," Susan said as John sucked her fat tits into his mouth.

"I am tired of you pretending you don't want this as much as I do. I think I am the best thing to ever happen to you sexually. You know what I want you to do? Sing me a song. Sing "You light up my life" for me. Then beg me to lick your dripping cunt and fuck you until you cry from joy. Sing It!!" John roared.

"You... light up my life, you give me hope to carry on, you fill my days... I can't remember any more. I admit it John I, I want you to suck me and fuck me. I need it. I guess that makes me a dirty slut. I need my son in law to fuck me. I want my daughter's husband to fuck my pussy," she said as she broke into tears and pulled her jeans off. John took the rest of his clothes off and put his face in Susan's crotch. He loved the smell of her fresh pussy juice. He loved the taste even better. John slurped and licked and played with Susan's clit until she had a series of small orgasms.

"Put me inside of you. Beg me to fuck you, whore."

"Fuck you, asshole. I sang your stupid song, you know I want it. You fuck me right now or you leave me alone, let me get my vibrator and my favorite dildo and I'll do it myself!"

John rammed his 9" dick in her warm wet snatch. She was slippery and felt wonderful as he began to pound his way to the bottom of her. He fit, it was snug, and she kept squeezing her cunt muscles like a velvety fist around his dick, but he actually fit! Beth's tiny little kitten hole was unable to hold more than 6". She tried, but vaginal sex always ended the same way: she was in pain and he felt guilty. Anal was even worse. John had decided that half a dick was better than none. He loved his wife and had gotten used to mediocre sex.

Until now. Susan was a hot fuck beast. She was kissing him and had her arms, and legs wrapped around him.

"God, fuck me. give me, uh that fucking piece of beef-meat!" Susan demanded as John triggered a major orgasm in her. A few seconds later he came, deep inside his mother in law. Susan scooted down and sucked the last drops of sperm from his shiny red cock. She then crawled into John's arms and they drifted off to sleep.

John was still sleeping when Beth got home from work, but Susan heard her daughter's key turn in the lock.

"Please you are raping me! Help police! I love my daughter don't do this you bastard. I hate you, I'll kill you. RAPE!! RAPEEE!!!"

John woke up as Beth ran into the room to Susan's hysterical shouts, and frantic sobs. He was naked with his arms wrapped around his now-struggling mother in law. His cum was still oozing out of her freshly fucked pussy. The look of horror on Beth's face told him his marriage was over. He had lost the woman he loved forever. There was nothing he could say that would make the slightest difference. Susan had won. She had beaten him. The cruel smirk on her face said it all.

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Epilogue

John moved out of his house and away from his wife. He kept waiting for the police to come knocking on the door of the crappy little apartment he was forced to live in but it had been a week. So far so good. He was able to keep his job and with half their savings and maybe some tutoring on the side, he would be ok.

He got home from work and was surprised to find Susan waiting for him in the hallway. As mad as he was at her he felt his mouth go dry and his dick get hard. Dammit but she was a good looking woman. She was wearing a stretchy little one piece summer dress, that came down to mid thigh and screamed fuck me!

"What do you want Susan? Why are you here, did you come to gloat?" he asked. Susan looked at him for a minute, paying special attention to the growing lump in his pants. "I came to tell you that I was right about you and my daughter. She is finally listening to me again. I will be selling my house and moving in with Beth. I will buy out your share of the house. In case you were wondering, I talked her out of calling the police on your perverted little rapist ass. I told her that I could not take the embarrassment of having everyone know I had been raped. I have a nice young man in mind for her to start seeing. I figure in a couple of months she will have forgotten all about you," Susan said as she laughed in John's face.

"Fine, thanks for not calling the cops. You win. Send me my check, is there anything else?"

"There is one little thing. As much as I hate what you did to me... I have to admit that I have never cum so hard, or so many times as I did for you. NEVER! I, I... can't give it up, I can't give YOU up. I want some more. You are wrong for my daughter, but you might be just right for me. What do you say, you want another piece of pussy pie?"

John looked down at her proud arrogant little mouth, and her mature sexy body. He could not help but smile at what he would do to her. The humiliation that she would have to endure. Her taste was still in his mouth, he could still feel the heat of her, the sound of her crying, begging him for mercy still filled his dreams. He looked down his hallway at the several people waiting for the nearby elevator or about to enter their apartments.

"Yes I want you. I want another chance to break you, to make you my bitch. I love it when you cry. The first thing I am going to do is lick your ass, spread it open and fuck it until you scream my name. But before we do that there is something you must do first."

Susan felt her heart racing. Was she insane? No man had ever fucked her in the ass. John's horse cock could cause serious damage there if it wanted to. Still... that man knew how to fuck. She felt her fuck fluids squishing, and sloshing and making her legs slippery. She had to have him.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Turn around, smile and wave at all the nice people. Good. Now pull up your dress and pull down your panties. Make sure you wiggle that glorious, round, juicy little ass at them before following me inside for the butt fucking of your life. I want them, I want YOU to know that your sweet ass is MINE. I want them to see what they can never have."

Susan did not move for 30 seconds. Then, she looked straight in John's eyes and slowly pulled up her dress and handed him her panties. She could feel the shocked stares of the people down the hall, but she did not care. She spread her legs wide bent over and wiggled her pretty ass for all to see. John put his arm around her shoulder. They laughed together and entered his apartment; he could not help but chuckle, "That bitch, that bitch that little fucking Bitch!

The End

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Author's Note

I would like to take a moment to apologize to all the deeply religious people who are patrolling the erotic fiction sites looking for smutty stories like mine. It must be very exhausting work for them and they get very little thanks. In fact, one dear lady was subjected to such a barrage of sarcastic ridicule by yours truly, that her tender soul is probably still crying.

Tough.

Here is a tip: If the title of a story is called Rape/Betrayal -- look out, there will probably be some rape in it and maybe a betrayal or two.

Following this line of deductive reasoning a story called "All I Want For Christmas Is My Mom's Sweet Ass"... will probably have some Incest between a mother and son. One last hint: most erotic stories are not true. I mean, disclaimer or not, when was the last time you had sex with 3 different women in one day (without a condom, I might add). The assumption should be that all of these stories are fiction, BS, not true.

I swear on my mother's virginity that I have never raped her, my sister, my daughter, my wife, or my girlfriend (nor have I ever wanted to). It's just a fucking story! Even if an erotic writer tells you it is 100% true, it's probably not. I mean consider the source. Those guys are all weirdos anyway. Remember: "Just say no to drugs, give a hoot don't pollute, 55 saves lives, know when to say when, friends don't let friends drive drunk, a mind is a terrible thing to waste, Be cool stay in school, you could learn a lot from a dummy, um, um, m, we're here, we're queer, get used to it, black is beautiful, No war, for just 25 cents a day you can feed clothe, medicate a child... sheesh! Wait a minute I forgot, it's not my job to tell you how to live your life. You don't need my guilt trips, you shouldn't have to listen to every mother fucking cause that I support or protest. I'm not your mom your dad or your priest. Oops my bad. Do whatever the fuck you want, and live with the consequences. I certainly plan to do the same.

There now I can rest easy.
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