Chapter 85: Why Resist (R18)

"What’s put up resistance when you know it’s futile?"

She tried to shake her head as much as his grip allowed, making more muffled sounds of protest around his cock. Spit was already starting to run down her chin.

"Or do you just liked to forced too?"

Kyle ignored every sound. He began to move, short deliberate thrusts that pushed the head against the back of her throat over and over. The wet sounds of him using her mouth filled the colorful bedroom while Stacy lay unconscious on the bed behind them, still slowly leaking cum onto the sheets.

The mother’s resistance stayed active. She kept pushing at his thighs, kept trying to turn her head, kept making choked sounds of protest that turned into wet gags every time he pushed deeper. Kyle simply adjusted his stance, tightened his grip in her hair, and fucked her face with more force, treating her mouth like another hole that existed for his use.

"Grrhh- Pluehg- Please- "

When he finally pulled out, a thick string of spit and cum connected her swollen, trembling lips to the head of his cock. She gasped desperately for air, eyes watery, makeup starting to run.

"Stop—please—I won’t tell anyone—just let me leave—" she managed between ragged breaths, already trying to crawl backward again.

Kyle grabbed her by the hair and the arm and hauled her up onto her knees, then shoved her forward so she landed on her hands and knees again. Before she could scramble away he dropped behind her, yanked her mini dress higher, and tore her soaked panties to the side hard enough that the fabric bit into her skin. She cried out and tried to crawl forward.

He grabbed her hips, dragged her back, and lined up.

"No—don’t—not there—" she begged, voice high with panic as she felt the thick, hot head of his cock press against the entrance of her pussy.

Kyle pushed in anyway.

The fat head stretched her open with steady, relentless pressure. She was wet from earlier, wet from watching, but the size still forced a broken, pained cry out of her throat as inch after thick inch forced its way inside. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against her ass

.

"Fuuuck—too big—pull out—please—"

He didn’t pull out.

Instead, he pinned her upper body down with one hand between her shoulder blades, kept the other locked on her hip, and started fucking her with the same hard, deep rhythm he had used on her daughter. The wet impact of his hips meeting her soft flesh filled the room. Every thrust forced a choked, reluctant sound out of her half protest, half something she refused to name.

"No—ahh—stop—it’s too much—she’s right there—"

"Your daughter took this cock for ten hours," Kyle muttered, looking down at the busty MILF he was now railing into the floor.

"You can take it too. I know you can."

The mother turned her face into the floor, eyes squeezed shut, but her full tits still swung heavily inside the mini dress with every impact and her pussy was already making wet, filthy sounds around him despite every word of resistance. The protests kept coming, weaker and more broken each time, mixed with gasps she couldn’t hold back as the thick cock dragged against places that made her stomach tighten against her will.

Kyle kept going, using her with the same relentless pace, determined to break the mother the same way he had broken the daughter.

"Such a tight grip... ain’t you liking it too much already," Kyle spat on her pussy.

Kyle kept his cock buried to the hilt inside the mother for only a few more seconds, feeling her walls tremble around him in unwilling spasms. Then he pulled out in one rough motion.

"Mggrhh- gaahs-"

The sudden emptiness made her gasp. The moment the thick cock left her body she scrambled forward on pure panic, crawling toward the bedroom door on her hands and knees as fast as her shaking limbs would allow. Her mini dress was bunched completely around her waist. Her soaked panties hung in a ruined twist around one thigh. Knees scraped against the floor. She could see the hallway light. She almost reached the threshold.

Kyle’s hand locked around her ankle like a vice and yanked hard

"Ahr- Huff-"

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She cried out as she was dragged backward across the floor, fingers scrabbling uselessly for any purchase. Her free leg kicked at him wildly. He caught that ankle too, flipped her onto her back with raw strength, and shoved her legs apart so hard her hips protested. Before she could close her thighs or push him away with her hands he dropped between them, lined up the thick, cum-smeared head of his cock against her entrance, and drove back into her in one brutal, bottoming-out thrust.

*PLAP—*

"AHH—FUCK—!"

The mother arched hard off the floor, a pained, shocked cry tearing from her throat as the fat cock forced her open again to the root. The stretch burned even though she was still wet from earlier. Kyle pinned both of her wrists above her head with one strong hand, crushing them into the floor, and started fucking her with heavy, punishing strokes. The wet *PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP* of his hips slamming against her soft thighs filled the colorful bedroom without mercy.

"No—stop—pull out—I don’t want this—" she sobbed, turning her face away, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Tears already streaked her makeup.

"Please—I’m her mother—stop—"

"Look," Kyle ordered, voice low and cold.

When she refused he grabbed her jaw with his free hand and forced her head to the side so she had no choice but to stare at the bed only a few feet away.

Stacy still lay exactly where he had left her completely unconscious, legs open and limp, tongue slightly out, body covered in drying streaks and fresh rivulets of cum. Thick white cum continued to leak slowly from her completely used, overflowing pussy onto the pastel sheets in heavy trails. The bright anime posters and shelves of figurines watched over the broken girl like silent witnesses. The pink LED glow made the mess on her thighs and the sheets look even filthier.

"That’s your daughter," Kyle muttered while he kept railing the mother into the floor with deep, steady force.

"Full of my cum. Inside and out. Leaking all over her own bed. And now you’re taking the exact same cock that broke her."

The mother tried to close her eyes again, tried to turn her face into her own shoulder. He fucked her harder for the refusal, forcing short, broken cries out of her with every thrust. Tears ran freely from the corners of her eyes whether from the force, the alcohol still in her system, the overwhelming taboo, or the unwanted sparks of sensation the thick cock kept dragging out of her against her will, she could no longer tell. Her full, heavy tits bounced hard inside the tight mini dress with every impact. Her pussy made wet, reluctant, filthy sounds around him despite every protest that left her mouth.

She kept struggling. She twisted her wrists under his grip until the skin burned. She tried to kick her legs free. She arched and turned her hips in desperate attempts to escape the depth of his thrusts. None of it mattered. The pill-enhanced strength in Kyle’s body made every effort useless. He simply adjusted his grip, shoved her legs higher until her knees were forced toward her chest, and kept using her with the same relentless, breeding pace he had used on Stacy for hours.

"Please—" she choked out between wet, heavy thrusts, voice cracking. "

She’s right there—she can wake up—I can’t do this—pull out—"

Kyle glanced at the unconscious, cum-covered girl on the bed, then looked back down at the busty, tear-streaked MILF pinned under him and drove in even deeper, grinding against the end of her with deliberate force. The wet *schlick-plap* of her pussy taking every inch filled the space between them.

"You already watched," he said, breathing steadily while he fucked her.

"You already stood in that doorway and fingered yourself while I bred her. You got so wet you fell into the room. Now you finish what your daughter started."

The mother shook her head weakly against the floor, fresh tears spilling. Her protests grew more broken, more breathless, mixed with gasps she tried and failed to swallow every time the thick head of his cock dragged across the spot that made her stomach tighten against her will. The force never eased. He used her body with single-minded focus, pinning her, folding her, filling her completely while her daughter lay ruined and overflowing with cum only a few feet away.

Every time she tried to speak, another hard thrust cut the words off. Every time she tried to twist away, he dragged her back under him and sank in to the hilt again. The mini dress was half-torn now. Her ruined panties hung off one ankle. The scent of sex—her daughter’s and now her own hung heavy in the colorful bedroom.

Kyle kept going, hips working in a steady, powerful rhythm, determined to break the mother the same way he had broken the daughter while the evidence of what he had already done lay unconscious and leaking on the bed beside them.