Raped whipped mom

Donna Allen Raped whipped mom

CHAPTER ONE

"I'd rather not," she said. "You know I don't like that in the afternoon."

Paula Maxwell was annoyed at her husband's idea. Ray was suggesting they go up the bedroom and it was only two o'clock in the afternoon.

She did not like to fuck in the afternoon.

She did not like to fuck in the morning.

She did not like it that much at any time, even at night, but of course they were married and when a woman was married she had to do those things.

Sometimes she was amazed at herself. Here she was, a married woman with a teenaged daughter and she still felt awkward about the sexual side of her marriage.

But that was the way she was. She couldn't help the way she was made. Ray had known from the time they were engaged that she would never be as enthusiastic about sex as he was.

Ray could fuck day or night, it made no difference to him. He was ready at any time.

Of course she had to service him at least once a week. That was what a wife was for. But she didn't have to enjoy it, did she? Her mother had never enjoyed it and had told her that was the way it should be. Her father had been a pastor and he always insisted that a woman who enjoyed sex was a slut.

I'm not a slut, Paula thought. She did not enjoy it, not when she and Ray fucked. She sometimes did enjoy masturbating, but she was always conscious it was a sin.

Fucking with Ray was an occasional duty and not a sin, but she never enjoyed it.

The problem was that Ray was leaving tomorrow morning on a business trip and he would be gone almost a month.

He'd be going to bed early tonight and they wouldn't have a chance to do anything then.

She felt obligated to go up to the bedroom with him. She had her duty as a wife. She told herself she had to do that much for him.

He was a good husband, there was no doubt about that. He did well in his business and they had this lovely secluded house on the edge of a lake. It was the kind of house she'd always wanted and Ray had made it possible for her to have it. She had a good husband and a lovely house and a lovely teenage daughter. Emmylou was adorable, a picture of adolescent purity.

Why am I so unhappy? Paula thought.

She had no idea. Ray came to her now. He put his arms around her and kissed her cheek. She felt his cock pushing against her belly. He had a hard-on, and his cock was pushing through his pants and against her body.

Men are such animals, she thought. Ray was like an impatient stallion pawing at the ground to get into a mare.

Now he dropped his hands from her shoulders and cupped them over the cheeks of her ass.

She quivered in his arms. The feel of his hands on her ass always made her tremble.

Ray said, "How about it, honey? Let's go upstairs and relax awhile."

"But what about Emmylou? She'll be home soon."

"So what? She's smart enough to let us have some privacy. She's not a kid any more. Anyway, we'll lock the door and we won't be bothered."

"Well, all right, but only because you're leaving tomorrow."

"I'm dying for a go at that sweet pussy of yours!"

"Oh, bosh!"

"Feel it. Come on, put your hand on it."

She did as he asked. When he was turned on like this it was always easier to go along with him. She put her hand on the front of his pants and fingered the outline of his cock.

"The blinds aren't closed."

Ray chuckled. "Never mind the blinds, the nearest house is a mile away on the other side of the lake. You feel that?"

"Yes."

"Go on, pull the zipper down and bring it out."

He liked her to handle his cock. In the beginning she refused to do it, but then after some years she learned to do what he wanted. It was better that way. There was only so much she could refuse him. She would not take his cock in her mouth. She would not suck his prick. Just the idea of doing that made her sick.

If he really needed that, he could get it from some whore. She suspected he paid for a woman on occasion, a slut who would do all sorts of disgusting things for money.

Men had these animal desires and she understood that sometimes they had to be fulfilled.

But not by her.

She unzipped his fly and brought his prick out.

The heat of his cockflesh burned her hand. The tip of his cock was leaking fluid and as usual she was repelled by it. She did not like having his juices on her hand. She did not like the wetness of fucking.

He's getting my hand wet, she thought. Sex was so miserably unclean. Sometimes Ray wanted to fuck her from the side or from behind, but she never allowed it. She did not want him to look at her like that. When they fucked, she wanted his face near hers. She did not want him looking at her body. She did not kiss his cock and he did not kiss her pussy. She would not allow those perversions.

She held his cock in her hand now because she had no choice.

She was sorry she wasn't brave enough to jerk him off right here so they wouldn't have to fuck.

She couldn't do that. She did that one time when they were engaged and it was really too much.

She remembered how his jism had squirted like a geyser out of the tip of his cock, endless squirting all over her hand and dress, on the dashboard of his car. It was really too much.

***

One hundred feet away, Emmylou Maxwell walked along the road towards her house.

She was out of school early today and someone had given her a lift to the junction down the hill.

Emmylou loved her house. The lake was wonderful and from some of the windows she could see for miles around.

The one thing she didn't like was the isolation. She had her friends at school, but now the term was over and she was afraid she'd be isolated again for the rest of the summer.

The boys she knew would be busy with other girls. They knew Emmylou wouldn't put out but there were plenty of girls who would.

Emmylou was a virgin and she intended to stay that way until she was married.

I hope they all trip and break their legs, she thought.

Then she told herself that wasn't kind at all. Her parents had always taught her to be kind and it wasn't kind to wish harm to people.

All right, then, I hope they all have a lousy summer.

She felt better. It helped when you let things out. It was no good to hold the bitterness in.

Anyway, it wasn't that bad. She would have the lake all summer and she knew some of the kids envied her.

Then it happened. As she turned down the steep drive leading to the house, she could see right through one of the living room windows to a window on the side facing the lake.

What she saw boggled her mind.

She saw her mother and father standing there in the living room.

They looked like they were just standing there and talking, but the room was lit up by the bright sunlight and Emmylou could see what they were really doing.

Her mother had her hand on her father's cock. There was no doubt about it. His prick was hanging out of his pants and her mother had her hand on it.

Emmylou froze.

Nothing like this had ever happened before.

Her parents never walked around without any clothes and they certainly never did anything like this when she was around.

Sometimes she thought they never fucked. Her mother was such a prude, it was hard to imagine her mother ever doing anything with a man.

Emmylou was not a prude, not like her mother. She was bashful about sex and she had no experience to speak of, but she was not a prude.

She knew that men had cocks and women had pussies and, when the time was right, the cocks went into the pussies and made babies.

Since her father was a man, she'd always assumed he had a cock like every other man. But her father's cock was an abstraction until now.