I spanked her, hard, but said nothing. Mama stopped talking. I yanked her panties down to her knees, but I didn't let them fall all the way. I wanted her to feel exposed to me and vulnerable. I wanted her to be aware of how much I owned her.
I unbuttoned my fly and pulled my c**k out. I was as hard as railroad steel. Mama was soaking wet, her lips swollen, her bush clinging.
"You're wet, Mama. Was that all for Pop?"
"He don't get me wet, son. You do. He...he came in me though. I'm sorry. I didn't want him..."
"Don't apologize anymore, Mama. You didn't do anything wrong. I love you. I'll love you anyway I can get. But remember who you belong to."
And with that, I pushed into her. I wasn't slow, but I was restrained. I wouldn't hurt her, but I would claim her.
"Jack! Oh, God!"
I didn'
