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  "Do you want me to spank you?" I could only nod my head.

  "Then say it. Beg me to spank your ass."

  Depraved motherfucker. "No." He rubbed my hot ass where he'd already landed a couple blows but that wasn't enough. I needed to feel the hard callused flat of his hand stinging my ass. "Beg." I shook my head as much as I could with his hand buried in my hair pulling it from the roots. The dick never stopped moving and I was about to get the shakes.

  "Please Dami..."

  "Please what?"

  "Please..."

  "Say it."

  "SPANK ME."

  He rained hell down on my ass, both cheeks. I started cumming from the first one and didn't stop. Not even when I felt him throbbing inside me, signaling his own release. Cum, pussy juice, everything was leaking down my thigh and I sounded like a half drowned donkey as I screeched and howled. He capped it off by pulling my head back and feeding me his tongue.

  If my bitch in flaw ever knew the kind of sex she inspires she'd never come back to my house again. Hey that's not a bad idea, maybe I should tell her, you know, let it slip. That thought gave me the warm and fuzzies, which didn't last too long.

  "You ever say some shit like that to me again I'll tear a strip off your ass. I'll only let you get away with so much Vanessa. Know your fucking place."

  I was up and off the bed scrounging around on the floor for my sweats and tee. "Are you threatening me Damien Spencer?"

  "Damn straight I am. You're my wife, if you need your ass beat for doing stupid shit I will oblige you."

  "Why you..."

  "Watch it, I'm in no mood for any more of your shit." He pointed his finger at me like I was one of his soldiers getting a dressing down. I did my temper tantrum dance as mom likes to call it. Hopping from one foot to the next while I foamed at the mouth too upset to form words.

  "You asshole jerk, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I hate you and I hate your stupid mother."

  I was mad enough to spit nails.

  "For the love of fuck Vanessa, do you know what I do for a living? Do you have any idea of the stress I'm under? I spend my days thinking up ways and maneuvers to keep people alive. You and the other three hundred million or so that are here in this country. Do you think I have time to deal with your petty squabbles?"

  "They're not petty..."

  "Yes they are, you're both adults, you should be able to settle your differences. Instead there's always some fuckery going on with you two here lately and I’m sick of it."

  "She makes my life a living hell."

  "I seriously doubt that."

  "See you're always sticking up for her."

  "VANESSA, for fuck's sake I'm not choosing sides. Listen, when mom's wrong I tell her just as I tell you when you're wrong. Your problem is that you want me to choose sides and there are no sides. You're my wife she's my mom. I love you both, but I can't spend my life refereeing between you two, I'm not gonna do it."

  I stormed around the room opening and closing drawers as I gathered my shit to get the hell outta dodge. He doesn't get it he'll never get it.

  I felt arms go around me and pull me back towards the bed where he dropped us both. Then I felt his body shaking. "Are you laughing at me?"

  "You're just so fucking hot when you're mad baby. Hot and adorably cute."

  "Don't touch me, I don't wanna be touched by you right now." I couldn't hold the tears at bay this time. I'd lost she'd won; and it hurt so bad. I didn't just cry either; these were loud, wracking, chest concaving bawls. That's all the shit I'd been holding in for over a year now.

  "Hey what're you doing? Vanessa look at me."

  I tried hiding my face in his chest when he rolled me over in his arms.

  "Baby...what...please don't cry baby please." He hugged me tight enough to crack ribs as he apologized. I wonder what he was apologizing for since he didn't see anything wrong with anything. "Come on baby is it really that bad?"

  I didn't answer any of his questions, just purged myself through tears as he tried his best to soothe me. When my crying jag was over the room was deathly quiet. I wasn't talking; he wasn't talking.

  "Tell me everything."

  Chapter 4

  "No, I'm through. You have no idea what it means to be a husband. You just showed up for the party and to stick a ring on my finger that says you own me so that no one else can have me. After that you buried your head in the sand and went about life as usual. You have no idea what it's been like. My parents treat you like a prince while your mom treats me like shit. You moved me half way around the country. No friends no family and no support system..."

  "I'm your support system Nessa."

  "No, no you're not, you're a great provider and you're very attentive and loving but when it comes to your family you have blinders on. You refuse to see the truth, do you know how it makes me feel when they do some shit to me and then I see you smiling and laughing with them like it's A ok? And then your pig face troglodyte of a mother and your community pussy slag of a sister give me their secret smirks behind your back like they've won. Which they always do because you're an asshole jerk who has his head too far up his mother's vag to grab a clue." He didn't say anything but he stopped breathing for a good ten seconds. Whatever I was over his shit.

  "Anything else?" Oh he wants to be condescending? Well fuck him.

  "Yes why don't you move back in with mommy since you can't seem to get off her tit?"

  "You're trying to piss me off aren't you? Well it won't work because if I put hands on you right now they'll be cops at my fucking door."

  "You don't scare me."

  I tried pulling away but he wouldn't let go. "Let go Damien I wanna get up." He held on a little longer but when I kept my body stiff as a board he relented and let me up. I headed for the walk in closet and dragged out my luggage. He watched as I pulled clothes off of hangars and out of drawers, throwing them haphazardly into suitcases. The tears were really flowing now, emptying my heart as they fell. I zipped up the last bag and scrounged around under the bed for my flip-flops. I made it as far as the door before I was tackled.

  "Not gonna happen. I might not understand all the dynamics of what's going on with you and my mom but I do know one thing. You belong to me, nothing and no one is ever gonna change that."

  We had a Mexican standoff after that. He wouldn't let me leave and I was intent on staying only on my terms. Of course I forgot that outside of the whole monster in flaw thing he was a kick ass no nonsense type who wouldn't think twice about taking me over his knee.

  He helped me clean up downstairs; both of us too stubborn to give in to the other. But the whole time I was planning shit in my head. I had some hard decisions to make. Do I stay and hope that eventually he gets his head out of his ass? Or do I walk away from the only man I've ever loved? Funnily enough old hag face had a lot to do with my decision. The thought of her winning really burned me up, that and the fact that I was carrying his son.

  It was early days yet and I hadn't even shared the news with him, but I was late. I've never been late a day in my life. When he came home a little over a month ago he'd fucked me up, down and six ways from Sunday for the first two weeks. He had a year of back up to work off and so did I; those Skype calls while he'd been away had only tormented my ass. I didn't want my baby to not know his daddy and I didn't want troggy to win. I'm a fighter though, always have been, I'll figure it out.

  The next day as soon as he left for the base (after eating the cooch until she purred before hitting it nice and sweet) I was on the phone.

  "Momma I need help."

  "What that bitch do to you this time? I told you to let me deal with her hillbilly ass..."

  "Momma, momma, no wait listen. I need a plan. Damien doesn't get it and I'm tired of knocking my head against the wall. He won't let me leave..."

  "Leave, leave where? Look your father and I will be on the first plane out."

  "Momma chill I don't need you to come out here, that'd just make her mo
re crazy than she already is you know she's insanely jealous of you and Damien."

  "More reason for me to come out there. Look just because you got married that doesn't mean you stopped being my kid. What have I always done when somebody fucked with one of my babies?"

  "Momma you can't, if anyone's gonna beat this bitch it's gonna be me. I mean it momma hands off."

  "I'll hold your purse. You don't need to get the room ready sounds like you guys need your space, we'll stay in a hotel, but we're coming." Shit she hung up the phone.

  If Damien finds out that I called her and told her about this they'll be hell to pay. He's big on keeping our shit between us. That doesn't stop devil spawn from sticking her nose in though. I think these hormones are driving me bat shit. Was I really about to walk out on my marriage because of one meddling old hag? Fuck that, I have a kid to prepare for. Time to put my thinking cap on. If old pussy lips thinks she's slick, always causing strife and shit I'm just gonna have to learn how to beat her at her own game.

  I had to get my thinking cap on. All this time I've been playing defense, time to switch that shit up. I'd only given him a small taste of what she really is last night, now it's blitzkrieg time. I have to get this shit right before my kid gets here. I got paper and pen to put down my thoughts. First and foremost did I want to salvage any kind of relationship with this demon from hell? Not just no but hell no. Did I want to spend the next thirty or forty years on a battlefield? Nope. Do I want to let her get over on me ever again? Oh hell no.

  The phone rang just then and the caller ID said the hagfish was calling. She's relentless; she'd fuck with my ass and then call me up like nothing happened. Stupid me always answered because I wanted to keep the peace. Not this time. Who would've ever thought that letting something go to voice mail would be so cathartic? Her screech was enough to make my ears bleed. Toxic bitch.

  I got my shit down and left the house to get away from her calling nonstop every second on the second. I killed time doing nothing at all and it felt good. Usually I’d just be hanging around the house, like a sitting duck waiting for her to take aim. I was her sometimes errand girl and gofer, or her pincushion. No more, that shit was dead; I’m going to take my power back with or without her son. And if he wanted to have any kind of relationship with the kid I’m almost sure I’m carrying, he’d better get his shit together quick.

  That night as soon as he came through the door he started his shit, but I was expecting it so was prepared.

  "Mom said she's been calling all day but you weren't here."

  "Oh? I must've been out." Give that one a think army boy. I'm sure her next step is to convince you that I'm cheating anyway, now you gotta wonder. I had his dinner ready and waiting and was looking rather scrumptious myself. We enjoyed a pleasant meal together where I didn't mention her even once. Bliss. He didn't bring it up either so I'm pretty sure he thought it was water under the bridge. Yeah, if I could drown the old cow in it! That night I was all sugar and spice when I put it on him. I hit him with the magic pussy and knocked his ass out cold.

  Chapter 5

  The phone rang off the hook again the next day and again I ignored it. Mom and dad showed up that evening and I was the picture of surprised. We'd agreed on that one. Damien was excited to see my parents; he always is because they treat him like he's more than navel lint. He and dad started gabbing about some sports team or the other while mom and I snuck off to the kitchen.

  "So tell me, how's it been going?"

  "I haven't heard her irritating screech in two days, I let the phone go to voicemail. She's taken to blowing up my cell but I don't answer that either. She can't reach Damien on base because he doesn't use his phone except in extreme emergencies so she's assed out."

  "That's a good start baby. Total cutoff, I like it. Had to do that shit to your grandma in the beginning 'til she came to her damn senses, what a bitch."

  "Momma."

  "What you think you're the first one to have this problem? Old wrinkle tits had her drawers in a bunch until I put her ass in her place. Almost left your father then too."

  "I can't believe it, you and grandma?"

  "Girl just about every female goes through that shit when they marry one of these golden sons."

  "Well at least you and grandma get along now but I don't think I can forget all the shit she's done to me. I want nothing to do with her AT ALL."

  "That's a hard road to take baby, you sure?"

  "Hell yeah."

  "Okay then."

  We plotted and schemed for the next two hours until it was time for them to go.

  "Mom says she couldn't get on your Facebook today."

  "Facebook's for friends she's no friend of mine. Put her on yours she's your mother." That bitch only friended me on Facebook to spy anyway; I blocked her ass today. I didn't say any more about it and I could tell he was not pleased but wasn't shit he could do. Little did he know that I planned to cut that bitch out of my life completely, toxic festering pustule.

  "Hey why don't we take the family out to dinner since your parents are here?" I just shrugged my shoulders. Perfect, and for lands sake please pay attention this time. There was no better way for him to see the difference in the way my parents treated him compared to how I was treated. "I'll make reservations at that place your mom liked the last time she was here." I hid a secret smile, I knew for a fact Sasquatch hated that place. Too classy for her rancid ass.

  I spent the next two days going all over the city with mom and dad. We met Damien for lunch the first day. Haggie only called like three times. My phone was off; I had all the people I cared to talk to right there at the table with me. Let him deal with her annoying ass. “Mom they’re bringing the meal to the table I have to go. Yes I know, maybe next time.” He hung up and turned back to the table. “Sorry about that.” Oh he was so embarrassed. My snarky twin wanted to ask if he wanted mommy to come and cut up his food for him but I bit my tongue and carried on my conversation like I hadn’t been interrupted.

  “Was my mother that annoying?” Oh shit dad.

  “Worse, but it’s all good now pooh-bear.” Mom tapped his hand on the table and I was afraid to look at Damien. Now something you need to know about my dad, he stays out of shit. He’s one of those people that never gets in the middle, so for him to even comment, shit has to be really bad.

  Poor Damien looked a little embarrassed but it was his own stupid fault. He didn’t want to hear it from me, let others see what a dysfunctional nut job his dear old mama was.

  That night I had to be hear about how hurt she was that she hadn’t been invited to lunch.

  “Well you know honey your family lives minutes away, I only get to see mine a couple times a year. I just wanted to have my three favorite people all to myself for one day. Besides we’re having dinner tomorrow night did you forget?” Butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth.

  “Yeah you’re right.”

  Uh huh.

  “What’s that you’re wearing is that new?”

  I stretched out on the bed showing off the new red-hot bustier thong onesie that I’d bought earlier that day. “I got it today, you

  like?”

  “Oh yeah.” He was all but salivating. “Come and get it big boy.” I wrapped my legs around his neck and he growled in my pussy before popping the snaps and going to town.

  “Oh shit Dami, so good. Let me do you too.” He maneuvered our bodies so that I was on top with his cock in my mouth while he licked the kitty. I bit down on his cock ring just the way he liked before swallowing his shit whole. We fucked each others’ faces until we couldn’t take any more. Next thing I knew I was on my knees and he was teasing me with his cockhead. “Quit playing Damien.”

  “Wait, I’m trying to decide which hole I wanna hit.”

  In the end the cooch got the dick and he stuck some fingers in my ass.

  “Oh shit baby right there, that’s my spot.” I was a cross-eyed bitch, shit. When the dick was this good it was almost worth it
, almost.

  I started doing my Kegel gymnastics. “Fuck Vanessa shit…” Now it was his turn to speak in tongues.

  I knew he was gone when he shoved his way into my cervix and blasted as he growled my name. It was a long time before we could move. He pulled me down into his arms and kissed my forehead so sweetly it brought tears to my eyes. “I love you Vanessa baby, never doubt that.”

  Take that Medusa.

  Chapter 6

  I took my time getting dressed that night. For the last few nights I’ve been working Damien’s dick like a pogo stick. He had no complaints. I still haven’t spoken to his mother since Thanksgiving dinner and she’s been blocked from all my social media. I know she must be tying herself in knots trying to figure out what I’ve been up to. I didn’t bat a lash when Damien asked her why she was calling so early this morning. Just went downstairs and made my man his breakfast with my sunny disposition. It was so relaxing not to deal with the toxic waste for the past few days. And having mom here has been great. We don’t spend our every moment talking about troggy, but having her here has shored me up some. It would be good if my husband was the one doing that but we’ll see.

  I wore my new low-cut, tight fit mini black dress that left my back out and showed a hint of cleavage. I know my moocher in flaw would hate it. But when Dami came out of the closet after getting his shoes, he walked right up behind me and his dick was giving me the one-eyed snake salute. “Damn baby you look so hot in this. I’m not sure I can sit next to you all night in this. I’ll probably have visions of fucking you on the table all night.”

  I reached back and rubbed my hand up and down his hardness. Then I got an idea.

  Dropping to my knees in front of him, I unzipped his pants and fished him out and into my waiting mouth. “Shit baby, fuck.” I took my time playing with his balls as I let him deep throat me. I’ll have to fix my hair since he was making a mess of it but that’s ok.