Family Matters
By A.J. Brown
A woman whose husband and daughter make her feel isolated, finally stands up for herself


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Cathy Broderick stood at her counter cutting some vegetables for a salad that
she was making while her 18-year-old daughter, Alyssa, sat at the kitchen
table talking with her friend Mackenzie who was also 18-years-old. Alyssa was
a freshman in college and lived on campus an hour away but she was home
visiting for a long weekend.

"I think I could beat my dad in arm-wrestling now," Alyssa said to Mackenzie.

"What?" Mackenzie said with a smile.

"My arms have gotten stronger this year from swimming." Alyssa was on her
college swim team.

"We both swam in high-school," Mackenzie said. "That didn't make our arms any
stronger. I know you've always been stronger than me, but ... "

"College swimming is way different than high-school swimming," Alyssa said.
Cathy thought her daughter was talking down to her friend a bit, the way she
said that. She had to bite her tongue not to scold her for it. Mackenzie went
to the local junior college and did not swim there.

"Do you want to arm-wrestle me?" Alyssa said and she put her right arm on the
table in the arm-wrestling position, not even bothering to roll down the
sleeve on the hooded navy blue sweatshirt she was wearing. Of course the
sweatshirt was of her college swim team.

"No way!" Mackenzie said and Cathy peeked over to see her daughter smiling a
bit at how quickly her friend backed down from her challenge. "I told you I
know you're stronger than I am."

Cathy thought it must suck for Mackenzie to be that afraid of Alyssa. The two
girls were close to the same size, both weighing around 130 pounds, with
Alyssa being a bit taller. Cathy always thought of Alyssa has her little girl
and it was weird to see Mackenzie be so sure she would lose to her that she
didn't even want to give it a try. She figured Mackenzie would at least see if
she could win.

"Feel my muscle," Alyssa said to Mackenzie and she flexed, still not rolling
down her sleeve.

"God!" Mackenzie said, sounding half-surprised and half laughing as she felt
the proud looking Alyssa's bicep. "Your arm is like rock solid."

"Told ya," Alyssa said as she pulled her arm away.

"I still say there's no way that you could beat your dad in arm-wrestling,"
Mackenzie said. "He's like way older than you and he's a man. He's your dad!
Girls don't be their dads in arm-wrestling."

Cathy just listened and hoped that the subject would soon get changed. Her
43-year-old husband, Peter, was in their den watching Netflix, or whatever
dumb stuff that he watched on TV and wasn't going to be coming up any time
soon. Cathy was afraid that this would turn into talk about Alyssa beating her
mother in arm-wrestling.

Cathy and Alyssa didn't always have the best relationship. Cathy was always
the one that thought Alyssa should be more disciplined and always ended up
being the bad guy. Peter was very lax and never wanted to discipline or punish
Alyssa. Alyssa was a good girl overall but she would talk back and rebel
against her parents sometimes and she had gotten in trouble a few times. Cathy
was always the bad guy and Peter would normally take Alyssa's side. Alyssa was
always a high honor roll student in high-school and she made the Dean's List
or first semester in college. While Cathy was proud of her, she thought that
made her look bad as well, and made it look like Peter was right to not
discipline her that often.

So because of that, losing to Alyssa in arm-wrestling was not something that
Cathy wanted to happen. Cathy was her mother but she was still a 42-year-old
woman that had her own ego and losing to her little girl in arm-wrestling was
not something she wanted to happen. It would have made her feel like her
daughter was dominant over her, at least in that regard, and she just didn't
want that.

She wasn't even sure that she would lose. Cathy had a good fifteen pounds on
her daughter despite being a few inches shorter than her. She worked pretty
hard to stay in shape the best that she could but she had put on weight over
the years, mainly in her thighs, her hips, and her butt. She had bigger boobs
than her flat-chested daughter did as well. But she wasn't a college swimmer
and she had noticed when she had short sleeves on that Alyssa had some muscle
definition in her lean arms. That coupled with how Mackenzie reacted to
feeling her hard muscle made her definitely not want to take any chances.

"Hey girls," Cathy heard.

It was her husband Peter who said that as he unexpectedly walked into the
kitchen. He was talking to Alyssa and Mackenzie when he said that - God forbid
he acknowledge Cathy since it just seemed that he mainly just took for granted
the fact that she was there all of the time.

Peter wore a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. His arms looked very skinny.
The rest of his body was skinny too except for the gut that he developed from
drinking beer and not paying much attention to his health at all, often eating
fast food. Cathy wasn't a supermodel but she made it a point to take care of
her health and she wished Peter would do. If not to extend his life, at least
so he could look better. Even though it was his own house, Cathy was
embarrassed about her husband walking into their kitchen looking the way that
he did.

"Hey Mr. Broderick," Mackenzie said with a smile. "Alyssa said that she could
beat you in arm-wrestling."

"Really?" Peter said curiously and Cathy was quickly getting annoyed listening
to the conversation. "You think so, Alyssa? You think you could take your old
man?" Cathy thought that Alyssa should have been embarrassed the way that
Peter was saying it but it was just Cathy who was.

"I think I might be able to," Alyssa said.

She put her right arm on the table in the arm-wrestling position, still not
rolling down her sleeve. She had such a tight relationship with her father
that she had no problem with all of this in front of Mackenzie. If Cathy had
brought up arm-wrestling her daughter in front of one of her friends, Alyssa
wouldn't have spoken to her for days.

Cathy watched as her husband sat down at the table and locked his right hand
in the arm-wrestling position with his daughter. His arm looked so skinny but
he still obviously looked a lot bigger than Alyssa. He was about 5'9 and
weighed about 180 pounds although much more of that weight was in his gut than
in his arms. Cathy knew that Alyssa had an arm that was muscular for a girl's
underneath that sweatshirt sleeve but from her view, Alyssa looked quite a bit
smaller.

"Alright, you two ready?" Mackenzie said and she seemed quite interested in
seeing the match. "One, two, three, go!"

Cathy now watched with great interest as well as she did not want to see her
husband lose. The other three were too focused on the arm-wrestling match to
realize what Cathy was doing. The match started with neither of them moving
the other's arm although Cathy could tell, even though she didn't like it,
that Peter was struggling more than Alyssa was.

Peter actually had a smile on his face which annoyed Cathy considering the
fact that he hadn't been able to move his 18-year-old daughter's arm. Alyssa's
look was more serious and she looked like she was starting to get proud of the
fact that she was giving her dad such a hard time. It also looked like she
might start winning.

And sure enough, she started to push Peter's arm down a bit, not much, but at
least a few inches. She couldn't help but crack a smile when she did so and
Peter's smile got bigger as well although the look of struggle on his face
made it obvious that he was definitely trying his hardest.

Peter let out a deep breath through his nose that made it more obvious that he
was struggling. He just couldn't move his daughter's arm back up to neutral
and she started to push his arm down more. Cathy couldn't see Alyssa's arm
under the thick and baggy sweatshirt but she could see her thin and girly hand
and she couldn't believe her husband was losing to her.

As Alyssa pushed more it became more obvious that she was going to win as the
look of struggle on Peter's face increased and his arm was actually shaking a
bit. Alyssa now got a smug look on her face as she pushed her dad's arm down
more. Cathy watched with anger.

Cathy was often the quiet type in social situations and normally just kept her
mouth shut so she did the same in this case, despite how annoyed she was.
Peter laughed when Alyssa had his arm down most of the way but it was at least
partially a laugh of embarrassment. He curled his wrist to delay Alyssa's
victory. Alyssa now got a big grin on her face as she forced his wrist down
and pushed his knuckles to the table for the victory.

"Ha-ha, wow!" Mackenzie said and Cathy thought she sounded more like she
thought Peter was a wimp for losing than she was impressed that Alyssa won.

"I knew I could beat ya," Alyssa said to her dad and she gave him a hard but
friendly pat on his shoulder.

Cathy just watched from the counter as Alyssa looked proud, Peter looked
embarrassed and was now blushing a bit but he was still smiling and seemed OK
about the whole thing, and Mackenzie still looked amused. No one was paying
attention to Cathy over at the counter.

But then Alyssa looked at her. She could tell that her mother was not happy
and she gave Cathy a smile - a smile like she was happy about that and happy
that she was able to make Cathy feel that way. Cathy puffed a deep breath out
her nose and Alyssa sneered at her.

Later on that evening, when it was almost time for bed, Cathy stood alone in
her bedroom in front of her mirror. Her brown hair was up above her head in a
bun and she wore a silk top with skinny shoulder straps that didn't cover her
belly. She wore a short pair of pajama shorts.

Cathy looked at her body in the full-length mirror. She stood at about 5'4 and
she weighed around 145 pounds. She wasn't a supermodel by any stretch of the
imagination but she did her best to keep in shape and make herself look good
for a 42-year-old woman.

Sure, she had a bit of fat in her belly, and she had quite a bit in her
thighs, her hips, and her butt. She still worked out on a regular basis,
normally going to the gym three to four times a week doing various classes or
working out on her own. Despite the fat that she had in her thighs they did
still look toned and her calves actually looked pretty well-defined.

She thought the rest of her body looked pretty good too. She thought she had a
pretty face because she ate healthy and her upper-body looked fit. Her
34C-sized boobs looked good, she thought. And her toenails were freshly
painted with red toenail polish - she always took good care of her feet. She
did her best to look good for her husband from head to toe - so why couldn't
he do the same?

He walked into the room and smiled at her. She barely smiled back at him. He
was now wearing his pajamas - a tight short-sleeved t-shirt that really showed
his gut and she could see his back hair coming out the back collar of the
shirt. He wore plaid pajama pants and the socks he was wearing didn't even
match - one was white and one was black. They were about ready to go to bed
but he really made no effort to take care of his appearance.

"So Alyssa sure is strong," he said as he started to sit on the bed. She
couldn't believe he was voluntarily talking about that. She wasn't going to go
along with that.

"No, she's not strong," Cathy said, not sounding happy at all. "She's an
18-year-old girl. 18-year-old girls are not strong."

"She felt pretty strong to me."

"She's not strong. You're just weak. Dammit, how can you not be ashamed of
yourself for losing to an 18-year-old girl in arm-wrestling - your own
daughter!"

"Are you seriously getting this upset about this? It's arm-wrestling - it's
just a game!"

"I keep telling you that you should start going to the gym! You never listen
to me. Now you've gotten so weak your own daughter is stronger than you are!"

"Oh, so that's what this is about. I told you, I don't like going to the gym.
I think it's boring and I don't like the kind of people that are there. I go
running sometimes to stay in shape."

"You go running maybe once a month - and you don't even go for long. How's
that working for you? You're not in shape - and you're weak! What do you mean
you don't like the kind of people that are at the gym? What kind of people?
People that take care of their bodies - that's who you don't like?" Cathy then
heard the bedroom door open.

"Is there a problem in here?"

Cathy followed the voice and looked over at her bedroom door to see Alyssa
standing there wearing just a t-shirt and short shorts, standing there
barefoot, with her hair now down. Her daughter actually had a look on her face
like she was there to regulate. Cathy couldn't believe that she would dare
walk into their room and do that.

Cathy knew there was going to be a showdown and was prepared for the
possibility that this would get physical. She scoped her daughter out. Alyssa
weighed less than her mother, weighing only about 130 pounds, but she was
taller standing at 5'6. She definitely had more muscle definition, especially
in her arms. As much as she blamed Peter for losing to her in arm-wrestling
for being weak, it still took a decent amount of strength for a girl to beat a
man. Cathy was not confident that she could take her daughter and she thought
her husband better stick up for her if need be.

"Alyssa, get out of here and close the door!" Cathy said sternly. "Now!"

Alyssa kept eye-contact with her mother and didn't turn around. She had a look
on her face like she was ready for an argument or more and she started to walk
towards her mother. Cathy couldn't believe Alyssa was doing this. She could
feel her adrenaline pumping.

"No mom. I heard you giving dad a hard time. Stop it."

"This is the last time I'm going to tell you," Cathy said sternly to her
daughter and the two of them were looking each other right in the eyes. "Go to
your room - now!"

Cathy looked over at Peter and she thought that he damn well better back her
up. But he had a look of indifference on his face like he was just going to
not get involved. And Cathy knew him well enough to tell that he was thinking
Cathy was the one being unreasonable. Cathy looked back at Alyssa. Her
daughter obviously was strong. But Cathy was still heavier than she was. Cathy
didn't have a choice at that point.

She grabbed her daughter at the shoulders and the two of each other were
aggressively pushing at each other in no time. Alyssa's upper body definitely
felt strong and Cathy felt like Alyssa was going to knock her over at any
moment, Cathy having a tough time keeping her balance. But Alyssa did have an
upset look on her face like this level of intensity was more than she was used
to.

Cathy raised her right leg up in the air and used it to sweep Alyssa's leg
right out from under her. Alyssa screamed as her mother took her off of her
feet and then took her right to the ground, Alyssa's back hitting the carpet
rather hard. Cathy did not feel bad when she saw how upset her daughter looked
lying on the floor - she had come in and she had asked for it.

Alyssa tried to push her mother off of her but, although she was strong, she
wasn't strong enough to push off the heavier woman who was on top and had the
positioning on her. Cathy clenched her teeth as she now pushed down on
Alyssa's shoulders holding her to the ground and Alyssa tried to shake her
body free and push her mother off of her, neither option being successful.

Alyssa's upper body definitely felt strong as she pushed more and Cathy
decided she'd switch if up a little. She got off Alyssa enough so Alyssa could
sit up but once she did, Cathy wrapped her thicker legs right around Alyssa's
torso. She then used her legs to throw Alyssa back down, tightening her legs
around her ribs as she did.

Alyssa let out a loud grunt, her eyes watering up and starting to get red, as
she pushed at Cathy's thigh, desperately trying to free herself from the
scissors that she was trapped in. Cathy knew that Alyssa had no chance of
pushing her thick leg away with her hands and she could see herself tiring
herself out as she did. Cathy now could relax a bit as all she had to do was
keep her legs tight. Her daughter may have been strong for her age but she
clearly knew nothing about wrestling.

"Ugh!" Alyssa yelled as she tried harder to push Cathy's leg away and now she
was just starting to make a fool of herself. "Get the hell off of me!"

"Say you're sorry," Cathy said and it would have felt so good to hear daughter
submit to her. "Say 'I'm sorry mother'."

All that did was upset Alyssa more as she pushed on Cathy's leg some more and
looked like she was getting a second wind. Cathy continued to keep her thick
legs wrapped tightly around her thin daughter and watched her continue to
fight. Cathy was going to have to do more to finish this one off - she was
really going to have to humiliate her.

Cathy kept her legs around Alyssa but she started to loosen them. She started
to sit up but she kept her legs around her daughter enough where she was able
to control her. She sat up more and sat her big butt right on Alyssa's skinny
stomach. She could feel her butt pushing down on Alyssa, keeping her down.

An embarrassed Alyssa reached her hands up and she looked angry, but more like
she was going to cry as she made a weak attempt to push Cathy off of her.
Cathy was easily able to grab her wrists and pin her arms down to the ground.
She leaned forward and stretched Alyssa's arms out, Alyssa being unable to do
anything about it.

Cathy leaned her face forward more so their noses were touching. She giggled a
bit and Alyssa turned her head to the side with frustration. Still controlling
Alyssa's arms, Cathy started moving her butt up Alyssa's chest, Alyssa gasping
a bit, so frustrated that she couldn't do anything about it.

Cathy moved up more and then sat her big butt right on Alyssa's face. She
could hear Alyssa's muffled complaints and it sounded like her daughter was
about to cry. She knew she wasn't going to be able to live this one down and
she was confident that Alyssa wouldn't be thinking she could just walk right
into her room after this. Alyssa was completely trapped and all she could do
was turn her head so she could breathe.

"Get off of me, mom!" Alyssa yelled and it was the most upset she had sounded
in a long time. "Get off of me!"

"You ready to say you're sorry?" Cathy said and she was prepared to sit on
Alyssa's face as long as she had to if she didn't go along with it.

"Ugh!" Alyssa yelled and Cathy knew that it was killing her daughter to have
to do this. "Fine, I'm sorry! OK?"

"Say it nicely - 'I'm sorry mother.'"

"Jesus!" Alyssa said, her disdain for her mother really coming out in her
voice and Cathy not caring at all. "I'm sorry mother!"

Cathy got a smug smirk on her face. She pushed down on Alyssa's wrists,
pushing herself up, and her butt rising off of Alyssa's face. Once Cathy got
off of her, Alyssa jumped to her feet and ran towards the door. Once she got
to the door she looked at Cathy and flipped her off.

"I hate you!" Alyssa yelled.

She slammed the door on her way out and the pictures on the wall shook a
little bit. Cathy stood up feeling pleased. She looked over at her
non-confrontational husband who was just sitting on the bed. He had been quiet
the entire time but he was giving Cathy his look where he thought she was in
the wrong.

"Was that really necessary?" he said in his tone where he was acting like he
was trying to sound reasonable but really sticking up for Alyssa. Cathy was
not in the mood.

"I told her to get out of our room and she didn't listen to me. Yes, it was
necessary."

"I just think you probably could have handled it without physically fighting
with her."

"Peter, be quiet!" she said, sounding like she wasn't going to have it at all.
"Lie down and go to sleep." He got an uncomfortable look on his face that made
her want to smack him.

"You're talking to me like you're the boss of me or something." He was using
that condescending tone of his again and he was really pushing her buttons.
She slowly walked towards him confidently and could see fear starting to
develop on his face. She liked that she was between him and the door.

"I just kicked Alyssa's ass," she said to him. "Yeah, the girl that just
crushed you in arm-wrestling, I kicked her ass. You know that I can kick your
ass too. So yeah, I am your boss."

Now Peter really looked afraid and Cathy loved it - knowing the power that she
had over her husband and now she could test just how much she could use it.
She wondered what he would do next. He looked over her shoulder and started to
open his mouth like he was going to yell to Alyssa for help, but then he
stopped himself.

"Oh that was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time!" Cathy said. "You
want to call Alyssa for help? Go ahead, let's see you do that."

She got a smug look on her face as she stood there giving her husband the
opportunity to do that but she just sat there looking like a scared bitch with
his face getting red with embarrassment. Cathy then shoved him and knocked him
back a bit. Out of instinct, he sprung up and shoved her back. She loved that
he did that - it was on.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt tightly with both of her hands and forced
his entire upper body on the bed. His upper body felt heavy but it didn't feel
strong at all. She held him down and got on the bed. Trying to get himself in
a better position, he moved his lower body up on the bed but she continued to
hold him down and then she straddled him.

She felt like she was in such a power position as she felt her big butt
sitting right down on her husband's chest and keeping him down. He reached his
arms up to push her off of him but she grabbed a hold of his wrists. Her arms
felt stronger than his, at least in the position that they were in, and she
loved the feeling of forcing his arms down on the bed.

She watched her husband struggle, shaking his chest around, and trying to pull
his arms free, but neither of those things resulting in him coming close to
getting free. He shook his hips and moved his legs around a bit but she had
his upper body pinned down so firmly that moving his lower body around was
accomplishing nothing.

"Come on," she said and she playfully slapped him in the face. "This all you
got?'

To further show her dominance of him she put her hands on her hips and looked
down at him. He reached up and tried to push her off of him but he didn't have
much effort behind it and it was obvious that he knew that he wasn't going to
be able to get her off of him. She swatted his hands away a couple of times,
waited to see if he would try anything else, then watched him put his hands
down at his sides in defeat.

"You win," he said, looking like he was trying to guilt her but that was not
going to happen. "You happy? Now get off of me."

She wasn't going to get off of him. She was just getting going. She sat up a
little bit but she didn't give him enough room to get up. He quickly realized
his when he tried to move but she quickly put her butt back on his chest to
show him that he wasn't going anywhere.

She started to pull down her shorts and she pulled down her panties as well.
Peter looked at her with a look of disgust which really insulted her. Did
seeing his wife naked really cause him to get that look on his face? Either
way, he was going to do what she wanted him to.

She scooted herself up a bit moving her pussy closer to his face. He had a
look on her face like he didn't want her to be doing that and he moved his
head around although he couldn't move it much. Cathy was the one in control
and she sat so her crotch was right above his mouth.

"Go ahead," she said to him. "Eat me out. And don't act like it's such a
chore. You should want to do this."

"It doesn't seem very pleasant considering the circumstances," he said and she
couldn't get over what a nerd her husband was. "Maybe another time when we're
being a bit more romantic."

"Oh cut the shit," she said and she smacked the top of his head, not caring in
the least how much it may have hurt him. "You haven't done that for me in
years - many years, probably not since soon after we got married. So don't act
like you'd do it then. Your wife is horny now, now be a man and take care of
her."

He looked up at her with a pleading look and she just looked down at him,
making her eyes big, like she was trying to scare him. And when she looked at
the look on his face she realized that she was, indeed, scaring him. This was
just getting better for her by the moment. What she was going to be able to do
...

When he realized that he wasn't going to get any kind of sympathy from her and
that her crotch was going to remain above his face until he did what he was
told, he slowly stuck his tongue out. Just watching that happen and realizing
the power that she had over her husband was making her extremely wet before he
even made any contact.

She felt his tongue touch her pussy and just that initial contact felt great,
excited that she made him do that, and even more excited about what was about
to come. She felt his tongue starting to work her and she started moaning
immediately - she wasn't going to hold back. She enjoyed it for a bit but
realized he could have been doing much more.

"Come on," she said and she looked down at him impatiently. "Do it good! At
least act like you want to do it."

She looked down at the scared look on her face and was just so angry with him.
He couldn't even enjoy the fact that he was servicing his wife, acting like it
was a chore, instead of being happy to do it. Well if he was going to act that
way, she was going to be very methodical about it as well.

She grabbed him by the hair and forced her crotch right on his mouth. He made
a muffled noise and she just yanked on his hair harder, signaling that he
better do his work whether he wanted to or not. He seemed to get the message
as he started getting more into it at that point.

"Oh yeah!" she said with a tone like she liked it but that also sounded like
she was not going to like it in the least if he even slowed down. "More, just
like that. Keep going."

It was most likely because he could tell by her attitude after she had
asserted her dominance over him that she was going to make sure he did a good
job, but he finally really started getting into it and getting his tongue all
around in her pussy, getting the good spots.

"Oh yeah!" she said and she started to sound more satisfied, although she
still definitely had an aggressive tone in her voice. "There you go - more
just like that!"

Maybe fear was just the motivation he needed to be pleasing her more in the
bedroom but he was definitely doing so right then. He continued to eat her out
good, Cathy's eyes closed now as she enjoyed this pleasure that she hadn't in
such a long time. She was not shy about moaning some more and she even
screamed a couple of times.

"Yes!" she yelled. "Alright, I want you to feel your dick inside of me now.
Get your clothes off and fuck me."

She got off of him and he just lay there at first but when he saw Cathy start
to pull off the rest of what she was wearing, he did the same. Cathy was
feeling hornier than she had in a very long time and she was excited to get
fucked after getting such a good warmup. So she was not happy when she looked
at his dick to see that it was completely limp.

"Your wife is sitting naked next to you and you're not even the least bit
hard?" she said. "Unreal. This better change fast."

Whenever she jerked him off she could get him hard instantly and she thought
that it better be the same result that time too. She grabbed a hold of his
dick, which felt so small right then in her hand, and she started stroking it.
When she first grabbed it and yanked it hard, he made a noise like it had hurt
him so she jerked him off extra hard out of spite.

Now she could feel it starting to rapidly grow in her hand. It made her feel
powerful to know that she could get him aroused so easily, now especially when
he looked like he didn't really want it to happen. She stroked him even
harder, smiling at him as she did, and not getting a smile back but she didn't
care. She kept going until his cock was plenty hard.

"Alright," she said as she let go. "Now you're going to fuck me - and you
better do it hard."

She lied back on her back, lifted her legs right up in the air, and spread
them. She wasn't even trying to look sexy or anything - she just wanted him to
fuck her good and she didn't care how she looked. He looked at her, hesitated
at first, but she gave him a threatening look and he started to get up - she
absolutely loved it.

He got on his knees, still looking like he didn't want to do it, but he looked
like he was going to go ahead with it. She still gave him an impatient look
like he better get going. He moved closer, stuck his big dick right in her wet
pussy, and he started to fuck her. She wrapped her strong legs around his
upper body just to remind him that she was stronger than him.

It felt so good having his dick go in her pussy, the best part of it for her
knowing that this was all for her, and nothing that he had initiated. She felt
his hard dick pushing back and forth inside of her and she started to moan,
feeling really good after he had warmed it up with his mouth.

"Come on," she said after a little bit when she realized he wasn't really
picking it up at all. "Fuck me hard!"

He let out a gasp sounding like he didn't care for the way that he was being
treated but she still didn't care. He started fucking her harder like she
asked which felt a bit better for her. She wanted it to be even better though.
Her legs still wrapped around his body, she tightened, using her legs to
thrust him back and forth harder, and then kicking him in the ass with her
bare feet.

"Oh yeah!" she said loudly, now really getting fucked the way she wanted to
be. "That's more like it!"

She was on her back but she was the one that was in control as she used her
legs to make her husband fuck her just the way she wanted him to. She screamed
a couple of times when he had gotten nice and deep. She felt herself cum and
she didn't think she had. She didn't care either. She was done and she pushed
him out.

The two of them now lay next to each other in bed, Peter just lying on his
back looking straight up at the ceiling, looking like he was trying to process
what had happened. Cathy affectionately cuddled up with him. She still wanted
to have a loving, romantic marriage - she just wanted to be the one who was in
control when it came down to it.

"You doing alright?" she said sweetly to him. She wondered if he would still
want to 'talk' about what had happened or express his feelings on the matter.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said.

She was pretty sure he was lying but she didn't care - it was the right
answer. She smiled, chuckled a bit, and then she kissed him on the cheek. She
cuddled up with him even more and then closed her eyes. She was going to sleep
well that night.

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