This is my very first story, so please excuse me for any mistakes or immature writing. If you like it please give me your valuable feedback at .Let m... tell you about myself, I am from Punjab. I am 5’8” in height, not much of an athletic body but good enough. My mother’s name is Manisha, she is 5’5” in height, fair complexion and a beautiful pair of eyes with rather big boobs and a fat round ass which would make any man have an instant hard on. In our family, it’s me, My mother and My father.. He felt guilty! He didn't understand why he enjoyed having her body on view for the world to see. It made no sense they'd only been married for a week! He loved her, but couldn't deny the arousal he felt seeing her being looked at by the men and some women that obviously wanted to fuck her. It gave him a sense of power, knowing that he could have her but they couldn't. The idea of other men touching her caused, waves of jealousy to flood through his veins, But, at the same time, he couldn't. She'd never be able to walk again. And the worst of it all was, he didn't seem to care. All he was interested in was abusing her, punishing her for something he, himself, had done too, and satisfying his own perverted lust.Ron watched his wife's beautiful young face contorted in agony below with sadistic pleasure. This'll teach the little bitch he thought. His wounded pride flailed at him, urging him on to domineering bestiality, goading him into brutality to ease his own pain. He'd make her. Sometimes turning to give her a side on view of my cock jutting away from my body like a pole. Eventually I had to cum and so with my cock facing her I pumped it long and hard until I felt the surge of sperm from my balls relieved to be finally rid of their load and I shot my hot white cream for her, what a cum! My legs and body were shaking from the effort and I slumped against the back wall spunk dripping from my hand, unthinking I raised my hand to my mouth and devoured my own juices, they.