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marissa had just recently married the love of her life; a man named jeremy. they were absolutely perfect for each other. And, brilliantly, Tommy's 17 year old son, tommy, loved his new step mom.
now, Marissa didnt know it yet, but tommy seemed to love her in a few odd ways. he regularly jerked off to his own fantasy in which he rapes marissa over the kitchen counter, and forces her to keep cooking for him and his dad. he didn't feel any sort of shame about this, in fact, he had bragged to his friends about his great idea. he didn't necessarily have a specific plan in mind, just hoped to get her alone in the kitchen with his dad out of the house.
meanwhile, Marissa was, unfortunately, looking at recipes online for different cakes and desserts for Tommy's birthday next month. she liked to experiment in the kitchen, she didn't like just copying a recipe, it had to feel like her own creation.
a few days later, tommy walked into the kitchen to find marissa cooking something with his dad sitting at the bar across from the sink, so basically right next to her. dejected slightly, tommy walks over to the fridge. Jeremy ruins the silence, and asks, "son, was school called off because of the rain?"
"no, but they sent out an email blast telling us that rain was no excuse to fall behind." Tommy replied with a smile.
"those jerks. do you need a ride, hon?" Marissa piped up, eager to spend time with the both of them.
now distracted, jeremy says in a rushed voice, "babe, i just realized today is the 19th and we were supposed to go in two hours early today, i gotta get goin, i love you both!" Tommy watched him speed walk out the door, incredulous that his moment had come to him so perfectly. he waited for a few seconds, got up and locked the front door that his dad didn't bother with, and casually walk back over to standing next to his stepmother.
"hey, Marissa?" he looked at her, faking a shy face.
"yes, love?" she was a tad worried at his expression and tone, she wondered if he was okay.
"well i just wanted to ask you something." Tommy didn't think he'd get this far to be honest. he thought of what to say next, or if he should not say anything at all.
"what's wrong? are you okay?" marissa was visibly more concerned now. she stopped what she was doing and walked over to him, leaning her hips against the kitchen counter, making her thighs bulge out of her yoga pants. Tommy stayed silent for a moment, and slowly walked behind her.
"what are you doing no-AH!" she yelped after he smashed her ass into his crotch making her lean forward, and he forced her to lay her stomach and face on the marble counters.
"Tommy what are you doing let me go!" she yelled, trying and failing to wiggle away. he held her small waist firmly with his large hands, and started dry humping her ass and thighs. whenever tommy humps anything or has sex, he hunches forwards and over it, and fucks like a sick dog. Marissa was still trying to fight it, and her pussy was dry. he thought she'd love it; he was confused.
"fucking like it, bitch! get wet for me." he demanded, smashing her face into the solid countertop. suddenly he's overwhelmed with pleasure, and he brings his hand back to grip her hair and pulls down her pants and panties with the other. shes still dry, and he's pissed off. he holds onto her hair and lifts her up, and flips her around so shes laying on her back on the counter. he slaps her hard in the face, and screams at her to get wet and enjoy it. Tommy grips her jaw and holds it as he forcefully sticks his cock into her tight asshole, groaning and fucking into her bloody and torn hole like a sick horse. "fuuuck mommy, baby, i shouldve raped you way.. fucking.. sooner oh fuck.." he chokes out in between slams into her. his cock twitches at the sight of all the blood, of her sobbing, he rips her shirt off and grips her tits so hard he leaves hand print bruises. she screams with every thrust, which just makes him love it more. he groans and leans over her face, one hand bracing himself on the counter and the other hand around her throat. all of a sudden, his face melts a bit and he bursts his load inside her asshole as he moans out how slutty she looks right now. he leaves his cock out and dripping as he goes into the bedroom to get two egg vibrators. he wslks back, sees marissa lying on the counter, completely fucked out of her mind and in excruciating pain from all the impact, and pushes an egg into each of her holes. she groans at each one, and then screams in pain when he turns both of them to full vibration. he climbs onto the counter, turns her on her side and abuses her mouth and throat while she sobs and takes it like a bitch. once he's done, he doesn't even bother making her cook. he just leaves her on the counter, alone and scared, and in pain. he walks away feeling euphoric.