CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48 - BENT OVER THE DOORKNOB

The sudden sound of Gwenneth’s voice from behind the door made both me and Delilah freeze instantly. Delilah’s ragged breaths hitched in her throat. I pulled my cock out from inside her, hiding my hard length behind her bent-over form.

"I... I’m fine, Gwen," Delilah answered, straining to keep her voice steady despite her panting. "I... I was just stretching. My muscles felt tight."

A wicked idea flashed through my mind. I leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Mom, stand right in front of the door and bend over a little. Hold onto the doorknob!"

Delilah’s eyes widened in pure horror. She shook her head slowly, her lips trembling as they formed a silent "no." But the [Slave’s Collar] forced her compliance.

Her body moved stiffly, trembling as she stood and turned to face the locked wooden door. Her delicate hands gripped the doorknob, her fingers clutching it tightly, as if it were her only anchor in a crumbling world. The fear on her face was unmistakable, she knew exactly what I was about to do.

I didn’t waste any time. With one hand, I grabbed her slender left ankle and lifted it forward, forcing her to balance on the hand holding the knob and her other leg. Her position was now even more precarious and humiliating.

"Really?" Gwenneth asked, her tone still laced with doubt.

Before Delilah could muster a reply, I was already guiding my hard cock back into her wet pussy, thrusting deep in one single, forceful motion.

"Ahh~!" A short, startled moan escaped Delilah’s lips.

"What was that sound, Mom?" Gwenneth’s voice now held genuine curiosity.

Delilah didn’t get a chance to answer. I had already started moving, pounding into her with a fast, rough rhythm. She felt incredibly tight, maybe because the tension and fear made every muscle in her body, including inside her pussy, clench up. The sensation was amazing, gripping my shaft so tightly it was almost painful.

Meanwhile, my heart was pounding, not from fear, but from a rush of illicit excitement and adrenaline. I wasn’t worried about getting caught. I still had [Time Stop] as my trump card.

And even without it, I could just order Delilah to protect me, or even attack her own daughter if it came to that. The thought only fueled my excitement, pushing me to be more brutal, to go deeper.

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 67 (+1)]

[Domination over Delilah increased to 9%]

[Delilah’s Sexual...]

Finally, the domination percentage was moving again.

"Mom? Mom, answer me. I’m getting worried now," Gwenneth pressed, her voice now clearly anxious and curious. "What are you doing in there?"

"Ah... I... I was just..." Delilah gasped, scrambling for words while trying to suppress the moans threatening to burst out with every one of my thrusts. Her mind was clearly in chaos, torn between shame, fear, and the forced physical pleasure. "I... was doing... breathing exercises! Yoga! I was doing yoga!"

Her answer was so absurd and unconvincing. I chuckled inwardly and sped up my movements, making her body lurch forward.

The wet, shameful sounds of our coupling were now clearly audible, echoing in the confined bathroom.

Plap! Plap! Squelch! Plap!

"Yoga?" Gwenneth repeated, skepticism dripping from her voice. "But the sounds... they’re so weird. Like... like wet smacking noises..."

Delilah couldn’t answer anymore. She was now pushed forward, her naked face and chest pressed firmly against the cold wooden door. Her breasts were squashed, forming a tantalizing shape against the wood. Each of my hard thrusts made her body grind against the door, creating faint, scraping sounds.

Gwenneth fell silent for a moment on the other side, as if processing all the noises she was hearing—the rhythmic wet sounds, her mother’s suppressed little moans, the ragged breathing. Then, suddenly, her voice returned, but this time with a completely different tone: lighter, understanding, and... teasing.

"Ooooh... Mom..." she said, and I could just imagine the little slut smiling. "I get it now. You’re having some... ’me-time,’ huh? You go, Mom. I never knew you could be so... passionate."

Delilah froze. I could feel her pussy clench even tighter from the burning shame. She stayed silent, not knowing what to say. Denying it would sound unconvincing, and confirming it was admitting to something utterly humiliating.

"It’s okay, Mom," Gwenneth continued bluntly, her voice sounding a bit excited. "Everyone needs it sometimes. I... I’ll wait downstairs patiently until you’re finished, okay? Enjoy yourself!"

Hearing that embarrassing speculation come from her own daughter, Delilah could only squeeze her eyes shut, holding back a sob. The shame cut deep, shattering the last fragments of her dignity.

"Yeah... get it all out, Mom..." I whispered, mimicking Gwenneth’s voice into Delilah’s ear, while pushing even deeper.

"YESSSS~!" An uncontrollable, piercing shriek finally erupted from Delilah’s mouth as I lifted her other leg. Now both her feet were off the ground, bent at the knees, with me holding onto them.

She was positioned like a complete doll, spread wide open, her entire weight supported by her chest pressed against the door and her hands gripping the knob. I stood behind her, holding her bent legs and started fucking her hard and deep, just like in those extreme porn scenes I’d seen.

Delilah struggled to hold back her moans in this position. Every thrust made her lurch, and her gaze was fixed on her own reflection in the mirror opposite us—a woman with her face stained with my cum, massive breasts squeezed and swinging wildly, her body exposed wide open in the most degrading position.

Her greatest fear was the door suddenly swinging open and Gwenneth seeing her like this—naked and being fucked by her own stepson.

For me, this position was incredibly difficult but immensely satisfying. The difficulty only added to the pleasure. The tightness of Delilah’s pussy reached a new level, and the sight of her mature body helplessly suspended before me made me even wilder.

And with that, my final push sent me over the edge for what felt like the umpteenth time.

"I’m coming again, Mom!" I growled, and another hot surge flooded deep into her womb.

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 88 (+1)]

[Domination over Delilah increased to 10%]

"Mmnnngghhhhh~!" A long, hoarse groan finally tore from Delilah, this time too loud to contain.

I took a deep breath, slowly releasing my hold on Delilah’s limp legs. She slid down immediately, collapsing in a heap with her back against the door, empty eyes staring at the ceiling. My white fluid gushed out from between her open thighs, forming a puddle on the cold tiled floor.

"What a pity," I whispered mockingly. "Gwen left before hearing your beautiful final moan."

I stroked Delilah’s ass, still red from my earlier slaps, her smooth skin warm and slightly damp with sweat and our mixed fluids. She flinched weakly under my touch, like a wounded animal too exhausted to fight back.

"That little slut seemed pretty eager to spend time with you, Mom," I whispered, my low voice reverberating in her ear. "She has no idea her mother was just filled with her stepson’s cum. No clue her womb is now swimming with my seed."

My hand moved from her reddened buttocks, gently caressing her sweaty back before my fingers trailed down to the cleft of her ass. I nudged the tip of my cock, still slick with her juices, against her ass crack, playing around her virgin asshole. Delilah tightened her muscles, a futile little act of defiance, a last fortress I would breach in due time.

"We have two options here, Mom," I said, while slowly pushing my shaft back into her wet, warm, and cum-filled pussy. "First, you can be sweet and obedient. Then we’ll finish up quickly here, and you can go see Gwen with just a little soreness between your thighs. Or..."

I pushed deeper, until my hips met her plump buttocks, making her gasp. "...we can play rougher. I’ll keep raping you until Gwen gets curious and opens the door. Imagine her face when she sees her respected mother being fucked like a bitch in heat by her stepson."

My hand grabbed her golden hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were filled with tears, a chaotic mix of hatred and fear. "So, which will it be, Mom? Will you be a good mother, or shall I put on an early show of this family’s destruction?"

Delilah’s breath hitched. Her swollen lips trembled. Then, with a shred of courage perhaps born from utter despair, she glared at me and hissed, "F-Fuck you."

I chuckled, a dark, deep pleasure flowing through me. "That’s exactly what I’m doing, Mom. But it’s not all."

Without mercy, I started moving inside her pussy again, my rhythm hard, fast, and uncompromising. The sounds of our bodies colliding, ragged breaths, and the wet noises of our fucking grew louder, more daring.

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 89 (+1)]

"Mnngh... Ah~!" Delilah tried to stifle her voice, but every hard thrust from behind forced short grunts from her throat. Maybe because she was so aroused, it was getting harder for her to keep herself from moaning.

"Louder, Mom!" I snarled, quickening the pace. "Let her hear! Let her know how good her mother is getting it!"

My lust was now driven by something more than just physical satisfaction. This was about conquest, about humiliation, about payback. I kept hammering into her limp body, focusing my thrusts on that deepest spot that made her legs tremble uncontrollably.

I wouldn’t stop until Gwenneth came and opened that door. I was curious—what kind of expression would that slut make when she saw me, the trash she always looked down on, fucking her mother so viciously and possessively behind the door that had always separated us.

It would surely be a very, very pleasing sight.