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While she watched, Rainey positioned herself so tat she could lick and suck at Joyce's cunt and the sliding prick. Her smooth, tight ass rounded over Thorne's face, blocking it out. She lowered her hips, spreading her dark-flirted cunt over his mouth. In a moment, she moaned with bliss and made small circles with her ass, and there was no doubt that he was drilling into her pussy, sucking her bloated, wet cuntlips for her.

Vera stared. An icy hollowness yawned in the pit of her stomach. "No!" she cried wildly. "It's a trick! I don't believe it!" She looked for a sign of his being forced. She didn't see any. Max flipped the lever off, and the screen went dark. He stood up and took her arm.

"Let's go upstairs and see if it's a trick, Vera, he said, grinning in a way that was suddenly not at all paternal.

There was no resistance left in her. She stumbled on stiffened legs beside him as he guided her up the stairs and down the balcony. He talked on the way.

"I don't think you realize what you just saw in there, Vera. I don't mean Bundt. I mean the potential.. Not only can we show movies to the warns, but we can look in on the rooms over the monitor."

"And it makes movies on the videotape," Roger added, cackling over the genius of it all. "Not for blackmail exactly, Mom. Let's just say, for a little extra money, depending on the guest."

She looked at her son. No. She looked at someone who had the same general appearance as her son. He was really a stranger.

"Maybe not money, Roger," Max said. "Take Bundt, now. What do you suppose he'd pay to get hold of that tape? Co-operation? Stock votes in our favor?" He laughed with a victorious sound.

They marched with funeral solemnity. It was fitting. Something had died-several things. Her trust in Thorne. Offering to marry her and then climbing onto the waterbed with both of them. Her hope to win out against the evil surrounding Max Sawyer had died, too. The life's work of a good man. It had all died with that one brief scene.

They stopped in front of a room. She turned her head towards the clean ocean. The building cast a long shadow towards ii as the sun sank lower into the Gulf on the other side. Max forced her head around with his hand. She heard moans and sighs coming from the room. The image blurred in her mind before she could squeeze her eyes shut and stop looking at it. They were still flicking. And Thorne was straining his hips upward as he came into Joyce's sucking, gleaming cunt.

Somewhere in the corner of her vision was Dancer, lurking evilly, thin-lipped and watchful, his eyes slitted with the pleasure of Thorne's degradation.

Vera choked out a harsh sound. Max let her go. Roger took hold of her and led her into the next room, closing the door. He half pushed her onto the waterbed, then began unbuckling his pants. She stared at him, not even caring when his prick sprang up towards her, stiff and ready.

"Watching them made me horny, Mom," he said, coming onto the bed.

"Get away from me, Roger," she said. Her voice was hollow. There was no force in it. He grinned and reached behind her and unzipped her white mini.

Yes, take it off Remove the virginal white. It's a sham. The whole rotten world is a sham. Take the money and run. If you don 't, some other slippery bastard wilt Friend, husband, lover, son-some bastard will, and you 'II get fucked anyway.

Roger slipped her dress from her body. He laid her back and rolled her from buttcheek to buttcheek as he slid her panties over them and off her hips.

His prick bumped against her outer thigh. He was breathing heavily, the sound frill of lust. She hadn't remembered his breathing that way before. That made sense. He wasn't the same any more. Max had changed him. Now he was going to change hen

"God, you've got nice fits, Mom," he said. He took one into his mouth and sucked it.

"I'm your pretty lady," she said hollowly.

"Roger, don't."

"You didn't say that the last time we were up here. You said, Roger, fuck me. Hey, what's the matter?"

"Roger, you're a selfish, stupid bastard."

His face pinched together slightly. "Don't call me a bastard, Mom. You sounded like him just now." "I'm beginning to think like him. About you." "Cut it out, Mom." "Go to hell, you bastard."

"I said cut it out! Goddamn it, I don't have to tae that kind of shit from anybody any more, not even you! I've got it made now! I'm gonna be Vice President, Max said so. It's all in the bag, Mom. And he's giving me Rainey, too, slicing her away from Dancer just as soon as it's all over next week. Damn it, Mom, be happy!" he cried, shaking her by the shoulders, making her tits jiggle on her chest.

"You poor dumb bastard," she said.

"That's enough!" he cried.

He put his hands under her ass and heaved. Vera rolled onto her stomach, her body tossing with the motions of the bed. She felt Roger climb over her back, felt his hands on her buttcheeks.

"Oh, noooo," she moaned.

He pried her asscheeks apart with his palms. She felt her bung pulse in and out. Something slippery and warm touched it, and then she felt his tongue licking up her deep crack, centering over the puckered hole, drilling into her brownie slightly, getting it wet and slick.

Then he was climbing over her back again, and the spongy head of his cock was nosing between her cheeks. He slipped it down and flicked it quickly into her pussy, flattening against her, puffing in her ear.

He drew it out, slick and glistening with her cunt juices, and he probed for her asshole with it. He got it caught in the tight bung. He pushed forward.

"Bastard! Bastard!" she cried.

He held her down with a hand in the middle of her back. There wasn't much will or strength in her anyway, and she didn't fight hard. He'd fucked her every other way. Why not a royal cornholing while he was at it? It would be the last time ever. The last time she'd have to look at his bastard's face across the breakfast table in her house ever again.

Her asshole burned. It stretched and resisted. Her muscles quivered and strained, and sweat popped out in glimmering beads on her forehead. She didn't scream. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of hearing her plead, and beg and scream. She tried to feel excited. She wanted her asshole to open up for his bastard's cock so that he could flick her and shoot his stinking load and get it over with.

But there was nothing there, no feeling. Only pain.

He pushed and strained. He wormed his prick into her butt inch by burning inch. Her asshole was in flames, but she didn't let him know that. He finally sagged against her back, his prick imbedded fully in her bung.

"God, what a tight fuck!" he said. "Mom, you're the best and tightest luck I've ever had, I swear you are. Feels terrific, doesn't it? Hey, aren't you glad it's my cock cherrying your ass instead of Dalton's?"

He laughed shakily, his voice full of emotion. He withdrew slightly and fucked into her ass again. He started a rhythm that made the bed heave and toss and her ass flare open as if she wanted it.

"Mom! Jesus, Mom! I'm going to come already!" he choked.

"Good, good. Come in Mommy's ass, you little bastard."

"Stop calling me that! Stop saying it!" he cried wildly.

He banged his hips against her ass mercilessly, fucking her and fucking her. She whimpered finally, burying her face into the yielding bed. Her tits pushed into it and were cupped warmly by it. Her pussy ground against it, and her asshole burned and burned.

Roger shouted in her ear. His cock exploded. Slippery jets of cum spurted up her bowels like a warm, white enema. Vera nearly cried with relief.

Roger kept fucking her. He finally withdrew and flipped her over and flicked her pussy. He came again, sperm boiling inside her box from his bucking prick.