"Not true. I love you. We'll even make it legal someday if you want to, after you get your divorce."
"If you love me, how can you talk to me like that and, treat me this way? Without any concern for my feelings!"
"I told you before, baby, I'm the boss. I never took no crap off any broad, my ex-wife included, and I'm not about to start taking it now. That's the way I'm made. I can't help it any more than I could help falling for you like a ton of bricks. You gotta take me like I am or not at all. We've been through all this before, remember, sweet stuff?"
Marge sniffed and nodded. She forced a weak smile as she reached for a facial tissue to dry her eyes.
"That's more like it," he said, and kissed her.
Reluctantly Marge opened her mouth and allowed his insistent tongue to slither in through her lips and invade her oral cavity. She didn't want to let him arouse her. It was time to get up. There was breakfast to prepare, and after Frank left for work, she had to take Kenny and enroll him in that dreadful old school with all those Mexican and Negro children. But it would only be temporary. When she found a job, they could rent a nice house in a decent part of the city and transfer Kenny to one of the better schools again.
"What the hell's the matter with you? Get hot, damn it!"
"We should be getting up, Frank. I've got to make breakfast and take Kenny to school. I guess I was thinking about that."
"Later," he told her. "Piss on that noise for now. Think about me, and the fucking I'm gonna give you before I let you out of bed."
"I'll try," she murmured, and resignedly she put her arms around him.
When he kissed her again, she met his tonguetip with hers and licked back at his taste organ as he probed it gradually into her mouth. He snaked his desire-provoking tongue ever deeper into her responsive oral chamber, and when she felt the tip of it teasing the soft lining at the back of her throat, she emitted a submissive sigh and began sucking it in earnest.
As they kissed with tongues entwined, Frank took his erection in hand and started running the feverish head round and around the dew-moistened inner surfaces of her hair-ringed labia majora, making sure that he flicked her elongating clitoris every time his enlarged knob swabbed through the inverted V at the top of her elliptical opening. Doggedly he kept it up, deliberately teasing her pussy until he got her worked up past the point of no return. Only then did he ask, "How about it, baby, you ready to put out for your daddy now?"
"Yes, yes," Marge panted. "You've got me so hot! Put it in me, darling! Please put it in now!"
He wedged the bluntly rounded forefront of his skinned-back dome between the slippery brownish lips of her juiced-up snatch, then paused and grinned down at her lust-contorted face from a stiff-armed position above her.
"Ooooh," she sighed, squirming about in sensual discomfort. Her shimmering eyes gazed up at him imploringly, her tongue sweeping her red lips. "More!" she begged. "Oh, darling, don't tease me this way!"
"You want my cock in you now, huh?"
"Your big, sweet cock! Yes, yes… give it to me!"
"What about your kid?" he taunted. "You didn't forget about Kenny, did you? Aren't you afraid he'll hear us?"
"Oh, damn it… yes, but… if we go easy, maybe he won't!"
A sadistic gleam in his eyes, Frank suddenly lunged into her right up to the hilt. His dickhead jarred her womb. His lean abdomen clapped against the satin-skinned mound of her slightly rounded lower belly, and a split second later his heavy nutsac swung forward and whacked lewdly into the milk-white crack of her cringing ass.
"Naaahhhh!" Marge cried, and then sucked in her breath raggedly, the pleasured shock of being penetrated so roughly causing her to shudder involuntarily.
"Was that easy enough for you?" he grunted, and began fucking into her like a wild man.
"Please, Frank… ohh, ohhhh… not so hard!"
"Shut up! You know you like it this way! You've told me so often enough!" he husked, banging away at her, the bedsprings creaking raspingly as his stomach slapped rapid-fire against hers.
"Ohhhhh… God, that's good!" she moaned as she slid her palms down his back and clasped the muscular cheeks of his furiously pumping butt. "Yes, I love it! But slow down! This old bed… it makes too much… aaaah… noise! Ease up, honey… pul-eeze… ooouuuu… or Kenny… will be sure… to hear us!"
"That's our song… unnn… the bed's playing!" Frank countered, riding her hard and fast. "Remember what you said? 'Let it squeak, Daddy! Make it sing louder for us, 'cause I dearly love to hear it!'"
"But not with… mmmmm… my little boy… ahhhh… in the next room! For God's sake, Frank… oh, sweet dick… let up… a little… OHHHHH… won't you, please?!"
But Marge's piteous pleading fell on deaf ears. Being the type of man he was, Frank callously brushed aside the basically decent woman's natural motherly concern that her innocent child might hear them having sexual intercourse. It gave him a charge to hear her beg between ever longer and more throaty sighs of mounting pleasure. For some perverse reason, he wanted the boy to know he was throwing a fuck into his mother. He even found himself hoping the little shit would open the door and come into the room while he was ramming it to her.
Silently Marge prayed that her young son wouldn't hear the incessant creaking and popping of the rusty old bedsprings. For the boy's sake, she tried to hold herself in check. But it was a losing battle. It felt better each time Frank hunched it to her, his fat dick boring deep into her belly as the force of his thrusts kept driving her butt down into the sagging mattress. It was getting too good. She couldn't hold back.
"Oh, damn you!" she sobbed, and began working with him.
"I figured you'd come around," Frank gloated. "Gettin' good to you, is it? Yeah, that's it, baby! Shake that sweet ass for me! Throw that hot cunt up to your daddy!"
Marge drew up her long tapering legs, bending them at the knees, and planted the soles of her small feet in the mattress beside his legs. The tendons connecting her thighs to her groin stood out taut as bowstrings, alternately jerking and relaxing as she employed the muscles in her shapely lower limbs to help her hammer her sopping twat up to her adulterous lover.
"Daddy, Daddy… ahhhhh… give it to mee!" she moaned, matching the two-hundred-pound man stroke for stroke.
"God, what a man! Unn, unn! HOW I love it… the way that horsecock… of yours bangs away at… oooohh… my very wwoommbb!!!"
The combined weight of their thrashing bodies totaled three-hundred-twenty-five pounds, and they were really going at it now, making the bed's headboard go bam, bam, bam against the wall as the dilapidated springs supporting the mattress squawked and snapped protestingly.
"Your kid's gonna hear us, Marge!" Frank said with mock concern.
"I kn-know it!" she wailed piteously. "But, God help me… I don't care… now! Your cock! Ohhhhh… Lord it's soooo goooddd!!!"
He laughed derisively, threw a volley of extra hard jabs into her then paused suddenly, grinding his coarse, redhaired pubic mound against her spongy mons with his rod planted balls-deep in her firebox pussy. "That's all that matters, huh, baby? A belly full of stiff meat!"
"Yes, yes, ohhhhh… oh, yesss!!" she squealed. She felt cheap and sinful for responding so passionately with her child in the next room, almost sure to hear her crying out like a vulgar slut, but she couldn't help herself. Frank had every bit of his fat seven-inch pole into her. He was rotating his hips, stirring her guts like a tossed salad with the bloated head of his turgid tool. "Oh, God… Frank… Daddy, Daddy… ooouuu… that feels… so damn gooooddd!!"
Frank's expression was a mixture of amusement and lust as he started stroking it to her again, his sex-wetted pole plowing rapidly in and out of the steaming furrow between her drawn-up, widely-parted legs.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh!" Marge chanted, her face a mask of rapture, her head lolling about on the pillow.