The rush was incredible. Colin had never felt anything like it. He looked sideways at the mirror which covered the walk-in wardrobe. It was magical. His strong body pumping his furious but helpless mother. The scene would stay imprinted in his mind forever. Finally he came, sperm exploding out of him, and he arched back a fraction but still kept her arms under control.

He disengaged himself and stood next to the bed watching her expression, one of sheer hatred.

“You bastard,” she said and she slid down and swung her fist but he raised his elbow and warded off the blow.

With incredible calm, Colin gripped her hair and smashed her face into the mirror with considerable force. The mirror cracked and shards cut into Mary’s face. He continued to bang her head against the mirror until h...

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