Chapter 484: Breakfast with a Limping Mother-in-Law

I growled, pulling out of Jennifer and grabbing Nathalie, spinning her around, and slamming her back against the wall. "Your turn," I snarled, lifting her leg and lining my cock up with her pussy. "I’m gonna fuck you standing up while Jennifer watches."

"YES—! PLEASE—!" Nathalie screamed as I slammed into her, filling her completely.

Jennifer whimpered, her fingers buried in her own pussy as she watched me rail, Nathalie. "F-Fuck—! It’s so hot!" she moaned, her other hand pinching her nipple hard.

I fucked Nathalie hard, my cock pistoning in and out of her tight pussy, her tits bouncing with every thrust. "You like that, slut?" I growled, my hand gripping her throat as I pounded into her. "You like being fucked while your sister watches?"

"YES—! HARDER—! PLEASE—!" Nathalie sobbed, her pussy milking my cock as she came hard.

I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her, making her scream, making her cum again and again until her legs gave out and she collapsed against me, her body trembling.

"Fuck," I growled, pulling out of her and grabbing Jennifer, pushing her back against the wall. "You’re next."

Jennifer moaned, her legs spreading as I lined my cock up with her pussy and slammed into her, filling her completely.

"AAAH—! YES!" she screamed, her nails digging into my shoulders as I fucked her hard, my cock pistoning in and out of her tight pussy.

"You like this, baby?" I growled, my lips crashing onto hers in a bruising kiss. "You like being fucked against the wall?"

"YES—! DON’T STOP—! PLEASE—!" Jennifer sobbed, her pussy milking my cock as she came hard, her juices spraying across my pelvis.

I growled, pulling out of her and grabbing Nathalie, pushing her back against the wall beside Jennifer. **"Both of you—ass up."

They obeyed, presenting their holes to me, begging to be used.

I grinned, dark and filthy. "Good sluts."

Then I fucked them both—one in the pussy, one in the ass—switching between them, making them scream, making them cum, making them mine.

We collapsed together on the bed and fell asleep.

The morning sun spilled through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets—still damp with sweat and the lingering scent of sex. I stretched, my muscles aching in the best way, the memory of last night’s filthy fucking still fresh in my mind. But when I reached out, the bed was cold. Empty.

A smirk tugged at my lips.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my cock half-hard just from the thought of what I’d done to them—how I’d fucked them, how I’d made them scream, how I’d left them limping.

After a quick shower, I pulled on a fresh pair of pants, the fabric rough against my sensitive skin. The scent of soap and sex clung to me as I stepped out of the room, following the sound of voices—soft, hesitant, guilty.

"Mom, what happened to your leg?" Emily’s voice was laced with concern, her brow furrowed as she sat at the breakfast table. "Did you get hurt? Why are you limping?"

I paused in the doorway, my arms crossing over my chest as I leaned against the frame, watching.

Jennifer shifted in her seat, her cheeks flushing as she avoided Emily’s gaze. "I-It’s nothing," she stammered, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "This morning... my leg just... bumped into the bed. So that’s why."

Bumped into the bed.

I bit back a laugh, the memory of how I’d fucked her standing up, how I’d pounded her so hard she could barely stand afterward, let alone walk. The way her legs had shaken, the way she’d clung to me, her moans muffled against my shoulder as I railed her against the wall.

Yeah. Right.

Emily nodded, though her expression was still skeptical. "You should be more careful, Mom. You’re not as young as you—"

"Good morning."

My voice cut through the tension like a blade, smooth and knowing. Jennifer and Nathalie froze, their spoons hovering mid-air, their cheeks flaming as they turned to look at me. Nathalie’s fingers twitched around her coffee cup, her thighs pressing together—no doubt aching from last night.

Jennifer’s gaze darted away first, her lips pressing into a thin line as she tried to compose herself. "G-Good morning, Dexter," she mumbled, her voice thick with embarrassment.

Nathalie cleared her throat, her fingers trembling as she reached for her juice, avoiding my eyes. "M-Morning," she stuttered, her cheeks burning.

Emily glanced between us, unaware of the filthy secrets hanging in the air. "Dexter! You’re up early," she said, smiling as she pushed a plate toward me. "Come sit. We made breakfast."

I stepped forward, my gaze lingering on Jennifer’s thighs—the way she shifted in her seat, the way her legs tensed when I looked at her. Oh, she was sore. And she knew I knew.

"Thanks," I said, pulling out a chair and sitting down, my knee brushing against Jennifer’s under the table. She flinched, her breath hitching as I leaned in, my voice a low, private growl. "Did you sleep well, Jennifer?"

Her face burned. "Y-Yes," she whispered, her fingers clenching around her fork.

I chuckled, taking a sip of coffee, my eyes never leaving hers. "Funny. You look like you had a long night."

Nathalie choked on her juice, coughing as she tried to recover, her eyes watering.

Emily frowned. "Are you okay, Aunt Nathalie?"

"F-Fine!" Nathalie squeaked, wiping her mouth with a napkin, her gaze darting to me—pleading, embarrassed, still fucking gorgeous.

I grinned, slow and knowing, before turning my attention to Emily. "So, what’s the plan for today?" I asked, casually, like I hadn’t spent last night ruining her mother and aunt in every hole they had.

Jennifer shifted again, her thighs pressing together, and I knew—she was remembering the way I’d fucked her standing, the way I’d held her up while she screamed, the way her legs had given out when I was done.

Nathalie was no better. Her fingers twitched around her cup, her breath shallow, her mind no doubt flashing back to the way I’d stretched her ass, the way she’d begged for more even as she limped away.