Margo slid into the corner of the shower, holding herself. She quietly sobbed, ashamed and hurt, but still reeling from her orgasm. Kevin hurried out, leaving her alone.
For nearly an hour, Kevin hid in the guest bedroom, killing time. He hoped he was right. A tinge of fear ran through him when he imagined that this was the catalyst that would cause her memory to work. He’d be fucked! What could he do or say? Steven would kill him, never mind the cops. When the hour passed, he dared to walk out. He heard someone humming from Margo’s bedroom. He silently slipped toward the room and pushed the door open, so he could peek. Margo was sitting in front of her mirror, brushing her hair and singing to herself. Kevin knocked. She turned to him.
“Oh, Kevin! Are you staying the night?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “If there is anything you need, I’ll be down the hall.”
“Thank you dear,” she said, with a wink of her eye.
He had to ask. “Are you feeling all right?”
Margo blushed. “Oh, I feel great,” she chuckled.
She was embarrassed to say, but she felt like she just had the most magnificent orgasm of her life, and she had no idea why. Kevin had an inkling, but decided to leave it at that. He headed to his room. It worked. His theory had proven to be right. Which opened a whole new world of possibilities.
#
The next morning, the phone rang. It was Steven. He was just checking up on how his mom was doing. Kevin called her down. She was just coming out of bed, and Kevin noticed she wasn’t wearing anything aside from her white robe. She took the phone and began talking to her son. Kevin sat back and watched her.
The robe, even though it covered her, did little to stop him from getting a good look at her figure. The way he leaned over the counter gave him a good impression of her curved ass. He watched her bare feet curdling up as she talked to her son. It was time again. He only needed to wait for her to finish.
“Ok, honey. Yes. Not, I’ll be fine. I’m sorry I’m so loopy. I’d forget my own head these days. Yes. Okay. Yeah, okay hon. I love you. Be safe. Bye,” Margo said, before hanging up.
As soon as she did, two large hands grabbed hold of her breasts., squeezing them roughly through her robe. Margo gasped, shocked by what was happening. Before she could protest, Kevin pulled the robe open. Her breasts popped out. Her right he held tightly in his hand, while his left hand raced down and grabbed hold of her pussy, while he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear.
“Kevin! What…what the hell are you…?”
She didn’t finish, because she shrieked when Kevin pulled her along by her long blonde hair. With ease, he hoisted her onto the table. She fell onto her back. With rushed flailing of his hands, he unbuckled, unzipped and dropped his pants, revealing his hardened cock. Before she could get up, Kevin grabbed her by her ankles and spread her legs, raising them high in the air.
“No, please don’t,” she gasped. “Don’t do this!”
But he did. There was no stopping him. He plunged his cock deep into her. She wailed, ignorant that this was the second time this was happening to her. Kevin roughly fucked the woman that had been entrusted into his care in her own kitchen. Her breasts jiggled up and down with every thrust. She kept pleading for him to stop, but these became few in between as he went on. Once again, her body was reacting against her wishes. An orgasm was being built inside her. Her body was warm and drenched in the scent of lust, mingling with Kevin’s own scent. The ferocity he raped her with was too much for her body. A primal urge had overtaken them both, and they enjoyed the fuck out of it.
“Fuck me, your pussy is so fucking wet,” Kevin grunted.
“Please, don’t do this…” she moaned.
“Why not? Don’t you like it?”
Hesitation was written all over her face. She wasn’t crying. She was looking him straight in the eye and grunted along. Her pussy clenched around his cock. Kevin laughed. He knew that look.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you? You love having your cunt pounded by me.”
Margo squinted her eyes. Through gritted teeth, she admitted the shameful truth.
“Yes…yes, Goddammit. I love you fucking my pussy.”
“Say it right, Mrs. Brooks. You love what in your where?”
“Your cock. I love your cock up my cunt.”
“What is your cunt like?”
“Wet, sloppy and horny for you. Please fuck me. Fuck me harder,” she moaned.
Kevin did just that. He pounded away, spreading her legs as far as they could go. With her hand, Margo rubbed her clit. Her other hand pinched her nipples. Kevin fucked her roughly and vigorously. She was perfect. The perfect whore for him, one he could fuck without repercussion. This thought turned him on even more. So much, he was building to his climax faster than expected.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
“No!” Margo gasped. “Not inside me! Please. Not in there!”
Kevin ignored her. What did it matter? She wouldn’t remember where he came. He kept going, feeling the pressure rise up in his balls to the tip of his cock.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuuuuck!” he roared.
“Aaaah, I’m cumming,” she moaned.
Thick streams of cum blasted into Margo’s wet cunt. She squealed as he pumped his load into her. Her hands covered her mouth when she gasped. She couldn’t believe it. He came inside her. How could this happen to her? She had no idea why Kevin did this, still unaware this was the second time in two days. Nevertheless, she shivered all over. Her own orgasm overpowered her shame. She exhaled loudly, trying to hide a small smile. For all she knew, it was the best climax of her life.
Kevin pulled out from her and watched as his cum dripped out of her wet cunt onto the dinner table. He pulled Margo from the table and pushed her on her knees.
“Lap it up,” he hissed.
He pushed her face into the cum stain on the table. As ordered, she stuck out her tongue and began lapping it all up. Being pushed like that turned her on, even if the taste of his cum was bitter. Kevin, in the meantime, found himself some tissues and began wiping her cunt, getting rid of the cum that stained her wet pussy.
“Clean yourself up. Now!” he hissed. She rushed back to the bathroom. He could hear the water run. In record time, Kevin cleaned up any evidence of the violation of Margo Brooks in her own kitchen from the face of the earth. He dressed himself and headed upstairs. Again, he waited. Not as long this time. When half an hour passed, he checked in on her.
“Hey, Mrs. Brooks. Are you doing ok?”
She popped her head from the bathroom door, hiding her nudity. She smiled at him.
“Hey, Kevin. Give me a minute. I’ll be right down. Make yourself some coffee,” she said, with a smile and a wink.
From the way she walked, he could see she was feeling great. Her post orgasm state put a spring in her step. Kevin grinned. He was in heaven.
#
And so it went for the following week. Kevin would find himself a moment where he could grab and rape Margo to his hearts content. She’d resist, shocked every time as if it was the first time, leading to an all out fuck fest where she’d submit to his will. He fucked her raw, and in any way he wanted. Her pussy? His. Her mouth? Used and soiled with his cum. Her tits? He groped those whenever he could, even if it didn’t lead to a fuck session right away. She’d forget anyway. No matter where or when, he could have her, and she’d be none the wiser afterwards. It was amazing.