"No, please, no more… I can't take any more," Janice panted as Hank finally let her lips slip off his throbbing cock.

"Yeah, no more. You want this bad, baby, real bad," he said, wrapping his fingers now around the full length and thickness of his prick. Sharon watched as his fingers slipped back to his balls, making his furry, leathery sac swing and jiggle with his subtle movements. The spittle from her mother's mouth had made his prick glisten so wetly under the lamp.

"No, no, my daughter; my daughter's coming home soon and… and she can't find us like this," Janice said more evenly, running her fingers through her hair while looking up imploringly at Hank.

The big stud paused for a second, his eyes narrowing, while a sly smile crept over his sensuous lips. He laughed, spreading his fingers over his crotch and drawing them through the matted hairs.

"Your daughter, huh? That little piece of ass I've seen jiggling around in her bikini? Yeah, nice ass, nice set of tits," he breathed, watching Janice's look of repulsion with amusement.

"Don't… don't talk about my daughter like that," she snapped, a look of anger replacing the one of heat.

"I'll talk about that little slut anyway I like that's the way I'm used to doin' it, baby, and you'd better get to know that!"

"No!"

Sharon watched with mounting fear as her mother began to slide off the bed. She had just slipped both legs over the side and was about to get up when Hank Harrington raised his right arm over his head, bringing down the back of his hand against her mother's left cheek. There was a loud smacking sound. The young teen watched in disbelief as her mother's head snapped violently to one side, her long blonde hair splashing out in all directions while her body slumped back to the bed. Mr. Harrington turned his hand around and examined his knuckles to see if there was any damage to them.

"Ohhhhhhh…"