"Ah... oh, Paul… please!"
Her voice was high and needy, the kind of moan meant to feed a man's ego. My husband's groans mixed with hers as his body slammed against hers in a rhythm that shook the bed.
He was fucking her like he was trying to break her in half. Like he couldn't live without her.
"Harder… harder… P-Paul... harder!" she cried, nails raking down his back. Sweat glistened on both their bodies as the mattress screamed beneath them.
Every drop of color drained from my face.
This couldn't be real.
Paul Ravens was fucking his mother.
I pressed my palms to my cheeks, pinching hard. No, this had to be a nightmare. An hallucination.
This must really be a dream.
My brain felt like it was about to explode!
Was it because I rejected him earlier? Did I push him into this? No... what sane man turns to his own mother when his wife says no?
Never, in all my life, did I think I'd see a man fuck the woman who gave birth to him. The woman that gave life to him...
Anger burned through my shock like acid. I had prepared myself for the idea of another woman... a mistress, an ex, his first love, a stranger, maybe even a man. But this?
His MOTHER.
HIS FUCKING MOTHER!!!!
"What the hell is going on here?!" My voice thundered in the air. I had caught them red handed, this was beneath me.
They froze for a heartbeat. Just one. Then Paul's jaw tightened, and he kept going.
Harder this time.
Her cries turned to near-screams as if my presence made it hotter for her.
Joanne's manicured nails dug into his skin like she owned him, like she was marking her territory.
What the hell!
"What the hell are you two doing?" They didn't stop or act like I was there.
Joanne arched her back, eyes locking with mine as she panted, "Cum in me, Paul. Don't waste it."
And Paul obeyed.
He groaned low and deep, pressing into her as his body shuddered. She screamed like it was the best thing she'd ever felt, clutching him like she'd never let him go.
I stood frozen, disgust clawing at my throat.
What the hell did I just witness?
When he finally pulled out, he kissed her. Not a quick peck, a full, open-mouthed, tongue-tangling kiss that made my stomach turn.
I had kissed that mouth.
I had taken that mouth between my legs.
I had sucked that dick like a lollipop, just the way he taught me. And I had no idea the number of times it had been buried in her.
My stomach twisted at the thought of it.
Paul stepped off the bed, still half-hard, and walked toward me naked. He looked shameless, unbothered by getting caught and only stopped when he was a few steps away from me.
"Are you ready to be fucked now?" His voice was ice. "And don't you ever interrupt my good time with my mother again."
The audacity punched the air from my lungs. He had the gall to say these words to me.
I had no idea how. But I realized what my hands did late and I didn't regret it. I saw him clench his jaw at the slap, my finger prints evident on his cheek.
"Are you insane Paul?" I yelled.
"You were fucking your damn mother!" I screamed, my voice cracking with rage.
"So?" His eyes didn't blink as he yelled back.
"So what if I fucked my mother?!" He continued yelling.
"It's a family tradition that I fuck my mother, not you! You'll do the same with our son one day. You have nothing to worry about." His voice was low this time and I wondered if it was because he had listened to how stupid he sounded.
My vision blurred. My ears rang. Family tradition? What the hell was a family tradition?
This was more than shameful, it was barbaric. A taboo.
From the bed, Joanne smiled lazily, adjusting the sheet over her naked body. "Calm down, Nika. You'll get your turn. Paul belongs to me. Tomorrow, I'll take you to our doctor, he'll fertilize your egg. But Paul will never fuck you again. He is mine."
Her tone was casual, like she was discussing tea arrangements. She was dragging my husband with me. And here I thought my problem would be a younger girl from another part of the world.
I wanted to rip her apart and disfigure those lips of hers, but I did none of that.
It would be a waste of my time fighting these two. I had no idea why I was still talking after everything I just saw.
I turned to Paul but he said nothing. There was a little guilt in his eyes but that was all.
This must not be my Paul.
This cannot be the man I married!
My eyes moistened with tears, my head spun with the shocking news and sight.
"The first time was a mistake," Joanne continued, her lip curling. "Paul cheated on me, with you. That mistake will never happen again."
What the hell? I was the wife here. I married him, I should be the one being cheated on.
"Nika..." I moved backwards, avoiding his touch. I couldn't stand him. Not anymore.
"I want a divorce Paul. You might as well marry your mother after I'm gone."
I hurried out of the room immediately. "Nika!" Paul called but I didn't stop running.
When I reached our bedroom, I locked the door immediately. All these months he's rejected me, I wondered if he fucked his mother too.
How long have they been lovers?