Chapter 208: Peeping Mother-In-Law

"Y-YES—! AAAAAH—!" Emily screamed, her body convulsing as I pounded into her, her pussy dripping, clenching, begging for more. "P-Punish me—! Fuck me hard—!" Her voice was a broken moan, her nails raking down my back. "Make me scream—! Make me cum—!"

I obliged.

My cock pistoned into her pussy, stretching her obscenely, my balls slapping against her ass with every brutal thrust. "You like that, slut?" I growled, my voice loud, taunting—just for Jennifer. "You like being fucked like a whore—?"

"Y-YES—! OH GOD—!" Emily whimpered, her body trembling, her pussy milking my cock as she came, her juices gushing around me, soaking the sheets beneath her.

And from the doorway—

A soft, needful gasp.

Jennifer’s hand was pressed against her mouth, her eyes wide, hungry, unable to look away.

Jennifer watched from the cracked doorway, her breath hitching as I flipped Emily onto her stomach, my hands gripping her hips as I yanked her ass up, my cock slamming back into her soaked pussy from behind.

"AAAAAH—! IT’S TOO DEEP—!" Emily screamed, her face buried in the pillow, her ass bouncing with every brutal thrust, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.

I reared back and slapped Emily’s ass—hard—the crack echoing through the room.

"AAAAAAAAH—! Y-You—! Don’t hit me—!" Emily whimpered, her voice breathless, but her pussy—fuck—her pussy tightened around my cock.

I grinned, my hand raising again—SMACK!

"Aaaah—! Fuck—!" She moaned, her body jerking, her ass cheeks jiggling from the impact.

"Why do I feel like your pussy liked that...?" I growled, my voice a dark taunt, loud enough for Jennifer to hear. "When I hit you...?"

SMACK!

"Aaaah—! FUCK—!" Emily whimpered, her voice breaking, her pussy gushing around my cock.

"See...?" I growled, my hips snapping forward, driving my cock deeper into her tight cunt. "It’s gripping my cock even more tightly..."

Emily’s moans turned desperate, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her voice a broken whine. "Aaaaaaaaaaah—! I-I’m cumming—!

I wanted Jennifer to see Emily’s face when she came.

So I pushed my cock deeper inside her pussy, my arms wrapping around her waist as I pulled her back against me, falling onto the bed with her on top—

Now facing the door.

Emily’s eyes flew open, her face flushed, her lips parted in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her.

"Don’t—!" She whimpered, but it was too late—

Her pussy convulsed, her body shuddering as she started squirting, her juices gushing out in thick, hot spurts, soaking the bed beneath her.

"AAAAAAAAAH—! AAAAAAAAAAH—! AAAAAAAAAAH—! OH FUCK—! AAAAAAAAAAH—!" Her body collapsed forward, exhausted, spent, her breath ragged as she panted, her pussy still twitching around my cock.

I hadn’t cum yet.

And now Emily was asleep.

I made sure my voice was loud, taunting, just for Jennifer.

"Emily..." I growled, my cock still throbbing, aching for release. "I haven’t cum yet..." My hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly, my voice a dark purr. "What am I supposed to do... now that you’ve fallen asleep...?"

I knew Jennifer was listening.

I knew she was watching.

And I knew—

My cock ached, throbbing beneath the fabric of my pajamas, unfulfilled, desperate for release. The sight of Emily passed out, her pussy dripping with her cum, her body spent and used, had only made it worse. I needed to cum. I needed to fuck. And fuck, if Jennifer wasn’t standing right there, dripping for it, her pussy soaked, her mind racing with forbidden thoughts.

"Looks like I have to sleep like this..." I muttered, my voice laced with frustration, my gaze flicking toward the kitchen. "Let’s just get some water..."

The moment I stepped out of the room, I heard it—

A soft, hurried rustle of fabric, the faintest sound of footsteps retreating. My eyes dropped to the floor.

Glistening drops.

Not water.

No.

This was thicker. Clearer. Stickier.

Jennifer’s pussy.

My cock pulsed, aching as I followed the trail to the kitchen, where the light flicked on, casting a warm glow over Jennifer’s flustered figure. She stood by the sink, her back to me, her shoulders tense, her hand shaking as she gulped down a glass of water.

She must’ve forgotten to go into her own room in her haste—or maybe she didn’t want the sound of the door to give her away.

Her face was bright red, her cheeks flushed, her eyes darting to my pajamas—to the obvious bulge still straining against the fabric. The same bulge that had slapped her daughter’s face, the same cock that had stretched Emily’s pussy until she passed out from pleasure.

She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing, before she set the glass down with a clink.

"Mother-in-law..." I stepped closer, my voice smooth, concerned, my hand reaching toward her forehead. "Are you okay? Your face is completely red..." My fingers brushed against her skin, lingering just a second too long, feeling the heat radiating off her. "Do you have a fever?"

Jennifer flinched, her breath hitching as she stepped back, her voice stammering. "N-No... No, I’m fine..." She waved a hand, forcing a calm she didn’t feel.

"Just... couldn’t fall asleep..." Her fingers twisted around the glass, her gaze flicking away, unable to meet my eyes. "Just came here to drink water..."

I pulled my hand back, chuckling inwardly.

Oh, I know exactly what you came for.

The regret of not cumming earlier gnawed at me, my cock still throbbing, aching for release. I imagined fucking Jennifer right here, right now, bending her over the kitchen counter, filling her mature pussy with my cum, making her moan my name while her daughter slept right beside us.

"Mother-in-law..." I kept my voice gentle, soothing, my gaze warm, concerned. "About Emily..." I paused, my tone sincere, remorseful. "She didn’t mean what she said earlier." My fingers tapped against the counter, my voice firm, reassuring. "I’ll talk to her. Please... don’t take her words to heart."

Jennifer nodded, her expression arrogant, pretending to be calm, unaffected. But I saw it—the way her lips pressed together, the way her fingers clenched the glass, the way her breath hitched when she glanced at my cock.

She was trying to hide it.

But she failed.

"Why are you awake?" She asked, her voice hesitant, regretting the question the second it left her lips.

I leaned against the counter, my shoulders relaxed, my voice casual, but my mind was anything but. "I also couldn’t sleep..." I picked up a glass, filling it with water, my gaze flicking to hers. "And I wanted to get some water..." I drank, my throat bobbing, my eyes never leaving hers. The water did nothing to quench the real thirst I had. The thirst for her.