Not for at least fourty five minutes of anal pounding. She suffered under my cock that night. I yarded it out of her butt, and her asshole stayed open... It was gaping open, and flexing. Her asshole was bright red, as was the skin around it. I plunged my cock back into her, as she began to wail and beg me to stop. Her tiny balled fists pulling the sheets off, and pounding the mattress (that never gets old seeing). There were never any tears from her eyes, just vocal crying and pleading for me to. We had the umbrella tilted back so we could see the fireworks so it was covering the gap between the chairs and had the blanket across out laps. We made small talk about the day, the fireworks display, the weather etc. Another few minutes past and I slide my hand onto my MIL's left thigh. She gave me a look that said "What the fuck do you think your doing." But I proceeded to squeeze her thigh and move my hand slowly up and down her leg from where her panty line would be if she had worn any. I was so happy and so was the hospital as well as my mother. Needless to say it changed my duties at the hospital. I had a lot more responsibility, but also a bigger payday.Mom sat down with me and asked to see the DNA results of Matt and Alecia. I showed them to her and she said Matt needed to help pay for his child. When I asked her what if he released the pictures of me? She said, "So what! You're not going to school there anymore and I don't think the Balo's want to go to court and tarnish. He rose and lifted me in his arms. He kicked the door shut as he carried me away up the stairs and into darkness. The door to my room was open and he entered laying me on the bed. We had made out in this room plenty of times already, so he knew his way around pretty well. He pulled a set of matches from his coat pocket and lit the wealth of candles I always kept on the windowsill. The vanity mirror across from my bed revealed that my tanned skin glowed in the candlelight and I thought I.