Mabel's POV

He pushes into me from behind, one long, relentless thrust, and the angle is so deep, that my hands grip the arm of the couch, and a silent cry tears from my throat.

He's thicker from this angle, a brutal stretch that makes me feel split in two. His cockhead grinds against a spot deep inside, a hidden, devastating trigger that makes my legs shake uncontrollably.

He grabs a handful of my hair, winding it around his fist, and pulls my head back, but gently now, conscious of my proximity to Mom. My face is inches from hers. I can smell her night cream, a soft lavender scent,...