"I Fucked You" <, , >

The irony of the sting of the slap from Millie Smith in the face of her wonderstrukk orgasm inspires me to chuckle in mirth at her protestation.

That feeling of mirth leads me to reply, “That’s right, me fucking you through the biggest orgasm of your life, failed to capture your attention?”

The anger my words inspire within Millie leaves her speechless, as she just stares at me and blinks... The increasing level of anger radiating from her far from escapes my notice. However, the silence extends, until she swiftly turns instead and then storms down the hallway before slamming the door behind her to the master bedroom.

The experience of bending Millie over the table and roughly fucking her senseless like the bitch she is, still leaves me in a euphoric state. Despite undoubtedly her wishes and desires to the contrary, she is at a loss for anything to ruin the buzz she left me with. Even the sting from her slap hardly provoked an emotional response from me.

Nonetheless, stupidity or lacking the wisdom of knowing what these actions may cause is mostly free of most descriptions of me. Perhaps it is simple youthful stubbornness to willfully ignore thinking about the consequences what my actions could bring. May be if they stay out of my head, they will not happen.

The next moment is filled with Millie screaming from the master bedroom. “What do you mean that it was my fault!?!…”

Coincidentally, Millie chose to loudly speak to her husband, my dad, over the phone set to speaker. Of course, Dad's response was to muffle to understand. However, Millie's initial words are enough to break through that youthful stubbornness from before. Quickly thoughts of possible horrid outcomes flash through my mind's eye. It begins to dawn on me that I should expect my dad to disown me for my criminal actions… At least, that is what he should do.

The exchange dipped below the volume necessary to reach me, so the idea of listening at the bedroom door is toyed with by me. However, after a couple extremely stressful minutes, the trek to the bedroom door to listen more closely becomes pointless as Millie's voice returns to the same ear bleeding level of volume from before.

“So you are saying it is okay for him to bend me over the table and **** me, because I teased your adult son…?…”

A few moments pass with silence until Millie’s voice abruptly erupts with more screaming. “… -cause of Matt’s hormones, you are fine with your adult son continuing to **** his baby into me…!…?…!…”

That was the first mention of the fertility of Millie’s womb that I remember. The idea of kids had always been a turn off to me before; Now though, it inspires a wellspring of excitement within, and spurs me into thinking of a way to turn this into my advantage. The recent exchange between Dad and Millie is beyond conceivable to me, but that will far from keep me from responding.

Their conversation is muted for a few moments until Millie’s scream clearly reverberates through the house. “…Whatever! Matt is eighteen years old and an adult, he can take care of himself for a day or two. Driving back home is exactly what I'll do.”

Basically, getting a free pass to even continue bending Millie to my will as my personal slut and fuck toy, from my father has left me stupefied. The response failed to follow what was thought of as logical and reasonable to me. As she stormed around the bedroom to get her cloths packed in her suitcase before making for the door, I quickly moved back to my earlier position.

Unless quick action was taken by me, the front door slamming shut and her car starting and speeding off is already playing out in my mind. I knew at that point it would be incredibly difficult to repair my relationship with her even if I was remorseful.

To which, it was far from the truth. My response was brought about by her clear enjoyment of the experience, even if it was in the heat of the moment. If assaulting her was my intention, then I would have little interest in her pleasure. Instead, I find the knowledge and memory of watching her cream all over my hard massive cock empowering. The ability to drive such heights of passion in an exceptionally beautiful grown woman is beyond empowering to me.