"Damn it, bitch! You're makin' me fuckin' hot with all your Goddamned yellin'!"

Sharon watched with a growing tingle in her cunt! Oh, oh, it was getting worse. What on earth was happening to her? It was just like when she was in bed, that awful electric tingle beginning along her inner thighs then radiating up to her pussy and asshole. Oh, but that was when she was playing with herself, doing all those things her mother had told her were bad. But this… this was different. She was watching some man beating her mother, shouting at her, telling her all sorts of awful, perverted things about herself while having forced her to suck his prick!

"Stop it… just stop it and go away from here," Janice heard her mother cry in muffled tones.

"Ain't no way, baby. Ain't no way I'm gonna leave you here with that hot cunt. You been hot for me all this time and, shit, you practically cried the last time I stuck it in you," Hank said, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.

"No, that's not true!" Janice cried, turning her tear-stained face and staring angrily at the big man behind her.

"Yeah, sure, you practically pissed on the bed when I fucked you. Your old man have to put up with that? No wonder he kicked over. Couldn't keep up with you," Hank said, laughing cruelly in her face.

Janice's face paled, her forehead wrinkling up while she rolled back on her ass and began pummeling her neighbor with her fists.

"He was a good man, a good man," she cried hysterically, her screams bouncing off the bedroom wall.

"Yeah, good for nothin'," Hank countered, keeping his head well away from the screaming woman while he grabbed both her wrists.