Struggle

Feeling trapped, not remembering she could just jump out, Matt slapped Nate's hands away, trying to lean down and grabbed her panties, but stood straight up again as his hand grabbed her hair and **** her to her feet again. "Don't... don't do this," she begged. "You can't do this! The children..."

"How many times," Nate grunted, pushing her head against the cupboard, "do I have to tell you," his other hand reaching for her skirt and raising it over her ass, "never tell me no!"

With a violent tug, Matt felt the panties ripped from her body, and she tried struggling harder, but Nate kept her head pinned against the cupboard with a forearm pressed against the back of her neck.

With horror, Matt felt Nate's hand push between her legs, fingers insistent against her pussy. Then a moment later it left, and she almost sighed in relief, until she realized the fingers had been replaced by something much thicker.

"Not a fucking sound," Nate hissed into her ear as he thrust his hips violently forward. "Unless you want Matt and Lily watching me fuck you."

Matt bit her lip as she felt Nate's hard cock **** its way into her body, pressing her hips hard against the countertop in front of her. Thrust after thrust, her hips striking again and again, but it was a pain that almost felt familiar to the body. Matt, however, wasn't used to it, and had to keep biting her lip to keep from screaming.

After what felt like hours, but was probably mere moments, Matt felt a warm, almost hot flood deep inside her body. With a grunt, Nate pressed even harder against her, as if trying to get even deeper, the pressure on her neck increasing. Then the pressure eased, both against her neck and inside her pussy, Nate pulling his cock from her body.

"How many times have we had this conversation," Nate whispered into her ear. "Every time you refuse to fuck me, I'll **** you. Understand?"

Matt could merely nod as Nate stepped away, leaning against the cupboard as he zipped his fly and walked out of the kitchen. With a shuddering breath, Matt jumped back to his own body, which was still laying in his bed. As he lay there, he wondered how many times his dad had **** his mom, and why his mom would stick around.