Chapter 3

The wedding was painful beyond Kevin's imagination. He sat in the church, trying to appear happy while seething inside. He watched Quentin smile at the guests and act like he was a proud husband. Kevin knew the truth. He only wanted his mother because she looked good on his arm, a trophy wife. He's scum! Kevin screamed inside his head.

After Kathy and Quentin returned from the honeymoon, things settled into a routine. Kevin began college at a local community college, paying his own tuition. He may have had to live in Quentin's house, but he never wanted to owe him a dime. While the two men were relatively courteous to one another, they rarely spoke. However, there were times when Kevin wanted to hit him because of the way he talked to his mother. He seemed to always talk down to her, bossing her around like she was his personal slave.

While Kevin despised the man personally, he also felt there was something strange about his business relationships. He had seen unsavory characters come to the house for "business," and wondered what kind of business he did. In fact, he did a little investigation and found that Quentin owned some kind of import-export company. They seemed to be shipping and receiving stuff from all over the world.

Kevin also wondered about his mother's sex life now. He could hear her moaning at night and wondered if it was in pleasure or pain. They seemed to be happy but he could see subtle changes in his mother. She spoke up less, deferring to him most of the time. She almost seemed afraid of him.

Kevin wasn't afraid of him physically. He had just passed his test as a 4^th degree black belt. Besides, Quentin was about five nine and he was six foot one in his stocking feet and out-weighed him by thirty pounds. However, he was a little concerned about his mobster like friends. They appeared to be dangerous.

One evening, Kevin came home unexpectedly and was going to his room when he heard noises. He knew Quentin was home so he figured that his mom and him were at it again. Instead of going to his room, he tiptoed down the hall. Their bedroom door was open. When he looked in, he almost gasped aloud.

Kevin saw his mother on the bed face down, with pillows piled under her stomach. Quentin was on top of her, moving up and down.

At first, Kevin thought they were having regular sex. However, as he watched, he realized that his penis wasn't in her vagina; it was in her rear hole. He stared at the point where their bodies met and could see his penis moving in and out of his mother's ass. He heard her moan again in pleasure. Or, was she in pain. Each time Quentin moved up, his penis almost came out of her ass. Then he would plunge down hard, bringing a grunt from her. At one point, his penis came all the way out, leaving Kathy's rear hole open and pulsing. It looked as big around as a silver dollar. It snapped shut before Quentin pushed his penis into her again.

As Kevin watched, he felt his penis begin to harden in spite of his jealousy. On one hand, he was angry that Quentin was using his mother this way, while on the other, he would have loved to be the one doing it. It was all so confusing to him. His anger, jealousy, and excitement merged, creating emotional turmoil that was driving him to distraction.

"That's it baby, take my cock in your ass. You know you love it. You know you love my long cock up that tight ass." Quentin grunted in pleasure as he continued to pound the tiny hole.

Kathy was whimpering, half in pleasure and half in pain. She was open for just about anything that Quentin wanted to do and let him have her rear hole when he wanted. However, it wouldn't have been so bad if he had been gentle. She knew that she could enjoy it with a little tender loving care. Nonetheless, it was somewhat pleasurable in a strange, almost masochistic way. She found that she was enjoying that role in sex more and more.

As Quentin kept pounding into her, she felt excitement building. Maybe it was a little bit of submissiveness coming out. She was trapped under him, her hips immobilized by the position, and he was holding her arms to the bed. Deep inside, she could feel something happening. She spread her legs and thrust her hips up, forcing him deeper into her bowels.