"But…" I tried to speak, my voice cracking with frustration, but Mom had already stood up, ignoring my words completely.
She quietly gathered the plates and bowls from the table with practiced grace, her tight yoga top stretching across her massive breasts as she leaned forward. Her wide hips swayed gently as she carried everything toward the kitchen, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.
"Big bro…?" Lily muttered softly, still looking confused about what had just happened. Her big eyes flicked between the empty doorway and me, uncertainty written all over her innocent face.
She reached out with one small hand toward me, fingers trembling slightly, but stopped halfway when she saw how frustrated I looked after the heated argument with Mom. Her lower lip jutted out in a small, worried pout, and she pulled her hand back.
"I'm… I'm leaving for bed first." she whispered, voice small and hesitant. She stepped back slowly, casting one last sad glance at me before turning and padding quietly toward her room.
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I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, completely unable to sleep. The room felt too quiet, too dark, my mind racing with everything that had happened at dinner. Mom had invited Mike, the only person I hated more than anything in this world to our family party.
I shut my eyes tight, trying to force sleep, but his arrogant face kept flashing, that same nasty, knowing smirk he always wore, like he already owned everything I cared about.
I tossed and turned, sheets twisting around my legs, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and helpless frustration. No matter how hard I tried to push the thoughts away, they kept coming back.
My eyes drifted to my school bag lying on the floor. Sarah's laptop was still inside, the one she'd forgotten in her rush to leave the council room. A growing urge pulled at me, dark and insistent. I needed to know more. I needed to see exactly how Mike had reached my Rose, how deep this sickness had already gone.
With trembling hands, I pulled the laptop out, my pulse hammering in my ears. I sat back against the headboard, the cool metal of the device heavy in my lap, and hesitated for a long moment, thumb hovering over the power button. Part of me screamed not to open it. Part of me already knew I couldn't stop myself.
I turned it on.
The screen lit up, bathing my face in cold blue light. I swallowed hard, clicked open the browser, and went straight to the Vault site. My fingers shook as I navigated to the next entry after the one Sarah and I had read together.
There were dozens of entries after that, each dated and titled with Mike's arrogant flair. But one stood out immediately, it had the same date Mom and I had gone shopping, the day we ran into Mike and Aunt Marie together for the first time.
I gulped with a dry mouth, forcing myself to stay calm. My finger hovered over the trackpad for a long, agonizing moment, heart hammering against my ribs. Part of me screamed not to open it. Another part, darker and insistent, needed to know.
With a shaky breath, I clicked.
The page loaded slowly, the familiar dark background of the Vault filling the screen.
Welcome back, degenerates.
Mike here—your resident pussy-breaker, the guy who turns "untouchable" women into dripping, obedient pets. Quick reminder for the newbies and the forgetful: I don't chase easy lays. I hunt the proud ones, the ice queens, the faithful girlfriends, the perfect mothers, and I make them crack, make them beg, make them mine. Then I post every filthy detail here so you losers can live through a real man.
If you watched the last video I dropped, you already know the score. MILF M is getting properly trained these days. We've had a few intense little training sessions since that first hotel night, but the bitch is still not fully broken. She's fighting it, pretending she's only doing this for her precious daughter, acting like she hates every second my cock is inside her. But we both know the truth, her soaked pussy doesn't lie.
So this time I decided to do something a little more exciting with her.
I just texted her to meet me. Of course the bitch tried rejecting at first — being her usual stubborn, uppity self, flooding my phone with all those pathetic little messages about how she couldn't, how it was too risky, how she had a family waiting at home. You know exactly how these proud MILFs get when they're still pretending they have a choice. Whining, bargaining, acting like their wet cunts aren't already dripping at the thought of me.
Pathetic.
But it's nothing I can't handle. If any of you degenerates are still doubting my skills after everything I've shown you, maybe you should go crawl back and re-watch the previous videos again. Watch how fast she went from "never again" to dropping to her knees and gagging on my cock like a desperate, cock-starved whore and begging for more.
This time I told her we were having a little date. After all, she's my personal bitch now. I don't waste my time doing this romantic date shit with every broken slut I claim, but this one is special. I told her exactly where to meet me and to doll herself up nice and pretty. Because this was going to be the most thrilling, humiliating date of her boring little housewife life.
To be continued…
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