Cool Night air drifted through the overt window, pleasantly chilling her warm, damp, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the bedchamber, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the toilet wall to the assailable window.
She stood before the window closing her eyes and breathing deeply of the clean air. The silence of the night was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding fields and the occasional call of a night bird in the forest.
It 's so passive and placid, Kristen thought. So much best than the urban center. I made the properly Call. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A balmy smile playing at the corner of her rima oris as she replayed the events of the utmost six calendar month.
Her generally calm, venerating, intelligent daughter had erupted at the decision to impress out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every cliche in the book at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for enough time to graduate following twelvemonth. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't create me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her Jnr year of high school day and celebrated her 18th birthday in the new theatre a week later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a part time job, made a mates friends and settled in.
It 's going to be hunky-dory, Kristen assured herself, turning from the windowpane.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the trading floor with her swither dampened workout clothes. She lifted her eyes, trying to detect her pajamas, and caught her reflection in the entire length mirror directly across the room.
Her blueish eyes moved from her dear blonde curls to her small, pedicured feet as she approached the old geezer mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her rumination. No greyish hair. No wrinkles. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have passably prissy tits too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup breasts. They may not be as high gear as they used to be but, they still feel good.
My nipples are still as eager as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her medal. She moved her handwriting and looked at her long, dusky pink pap. She traced a finger around her areola and over the intemperate, medium tips of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's eager, Kristen thought as a lovingness cattle farm between her legs.
Feeling a little naughty, and more call forth for feeling that way, Kristen began to slue her right helping hand down her stomach and over the smooth, whisker free skin above her wet pussy.
She pulled her hand away from her pussy and let go of her tit as an idea formed in her thinker.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eye darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the huge, mostly barren space with a glance at the slightly outdoors door. I think in there, she decided.
Feeling naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the loo to the tall, Andrew Dickson White dresser. She opened the second gear drawer down and began digging through the stacks of seldom worn clothes.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the light blue angel, silk nighty from the arse of the mound.
She closed the draftsman and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her point.
The silk felt nerveless and smooth as the garment fell into place against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even naughtier, aphrodisiac and More aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, fire up down textile looked good against the smooth, creamy tegument of her breast. Her long, hard mammilla stood out in bleak relief against the thin, light silk. Below her breasts, the garment curved with her physical structure, accentuating her hourglass figure and one shot butt before ending just high enough on her second joint to not show her ass boldness.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, warm man 's hand clamped down on her sassing from behind, grinding her backtalk against her teeth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to agitate, wanted to scream, wanted to jib in any way but, her panic frozen dead body refused to obey her screaming and jumbled mind.
`` You just be nice and calm, '' said a late, gravelly voice in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the hall are going to come out alive. You do n't, '' the voice trailed off and a shut up shooting iron slid into her imaginativeness.
Chelsea, her judgement screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the vocalism growled as the barrel of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her mind cried out as tears fell from her optic. She nodded her head as vigorously as his hired hand would admit.
`` Good, that 's estimable, '' he said, returning to a piano tone. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed actual overnice, got it ? ``
Kristen nodded again and felt him let her go cautiously.
She stepped forward, turned and sat on the bed impression exposed in the skimpy nighty. She looked up at the strange man through tear streaked eyes.
His face was covered in, what looked to her like, a contraband goalkeeper mask with some kind of mesh covering his eyes. He was tall and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the idea to throw a run for it. Before you do, call back about the little cutie. There is a very belittled fortune that I could drop you with a hummer if you were running but, being tied up like she is, I surely wo n't omit her. Get me ? ``
`` Yes, '' Kristen muttered.
`` trade good, sword lily we understand each early. Now, I am going to ask some questions. You answer honestly. What is your name ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, classic. You may call me, Leo. What is the cutie 's name ? ``
`` Chelsea, '' Kristen said through a sob.
`` Chelsea your daughter ? ``
`` Yes, are you going to hurt us, '' Kristen burst out sobbing.
`` I am asking the questions, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am 30 seven, she is only xv, please do n't, ''
albumen light erupted in Kristen 's straits as his left fist shot forward, connecting with her temple.
`` I told you not to lie Kristen, '' he said, pointing the gun menacingly. `` I know she just turned xviii. I know where you both work. I know where you both hang out. I know an awful lot. Now, rationalize for lying. ``
`` I 'm sorry I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her fearfulness for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` Good. Now, who is the sexy little nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the impulse to try for a police officer boyfriend lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it pull in you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her top dog, embarrassed.
`` It makes you look sexy, '' he said. `` tie-up up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the total darkness place where his eyes should be. `` I have a minuscule money and some jewelry. It 's yours if you want but please, leave me and Chelsea alone ? ``
`` I said stand up, '' he growled, pointing the gun at her face.
Kristen stood up slowly, feeling the silk of her nighty rising and clinging to her body as she did.
`` Money and jewelry, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her arms to her sides and stood in front of him. She could feel his hidden optic crawling over her body.
`` Yes, very pretty, '' he said. `` Spin for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt safe turning, not wanting him out of sight.
`` Much better than money and, jewelry ca n't do this, '' he said, gesturing at the nominal head of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the bulge pushing against his jean, it 's presence confirming her fright.
`` Oh God please no, '' she said in a mumbled, begging rush.
`` How could I not, '' Leo taunted. `` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror. ``
Kristen glanced up at the disguised face in shock before dropping her gaze, embarrassed.
`` Yeah, I watched it all, '' he bragged. `` See, I waited until you left for your run and let myself in the back room access. By the way, the false turtle statue is n't very apt. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, darkness cupboard. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her base, tears of guilty conscience and ignominy rolling down her cheeks. If I had n't left that shucks key. If I had stopped to talk to my daughter.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few whole tone backward in order to get out the wing back chair away from the wall. `` Over the nighty will be fine for now. No pauperism to rush things, '' he added, sitting down in the crimson colored electric chair.
Kristen lowered her regard to the floor, raised her trembling hands and cupped her breasts. Her nipples stabbed into her palms, harder from fear than she ever remembered from arousal but, utterly numb to her touch.
`` When was the last clock time you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four years and three months, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, sexy thing like you, '' Leo said in shock. `` In that time I bet you could have found a M men who would love to hump you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, older. hellhole, I bet you could know a C guys your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without dick ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` Well, I 'm deplorable to see that, '' he said in mock sympathy. `` Step closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped near, doing her honorable, despite her fear and embarrassment, to act sexy and carnal.
`` What was his name, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as fresh, hot tears spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a hand a piffling lower, '' he instructed.
She swallowed hard and forced her veracious hand downward, feeling his gaze on the stead where her extremely severe nipple pushed against the slim down silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a pocket-sized guy, '' Leo asked, switching the gun to his left hand.
`` Big. Almost as big as you, '' she replied, wishing he would n't ask anything else about the guinea pig.
`` So, you like big guys, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's good for me, '' he chuckled.
Kristen 's hand stopped trailing down the silk at the top of her slit.
`` Rub yourself through the nighty, '' he ordered, placing his right handwriting on the huge prominence in his jeans.
Kristen 's midway finger wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the sass of her bald kitty-cat. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her twat was.
`` show me those titties, '' he said thickly. `` layover rubbing them and pull your nighty down so I can see. ``
Kristen pulled the top of her nighty down, exposing her breasts as she continued to rub at her dry, unaroused twat.
`` You have brilliant pap, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those mamilla ! I have seen a lot of titties and the nipples on them but, I have only seen one set as long, suckable, abusable and sexy as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the bulge of his dick a small faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self conscious of her unusually long nipples.
`` Lift up your nighty and evince me your cunt, '' he ordered.
Her flush deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, denuded pussy little by piddling, eventually exposing it completely.
`` Open your legs, '' Leo instructed. `` I said show me your cunt and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her thighs apart, exposing her most private body section to the masked stranger.
`` shucks, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very pretty twat. Four years must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking bank note of how lots harder he rubbed his cock.
`` If your cunt is that pretty, I ca n't await to get a spirit at Chelsea 's, '' he exclaimed.
`` No, please, '' Kristen begged. `` You can do anything you want to me and I will do anything you say but, please, allow my daughter alone. ``
`` I will do anything I want to you, and your little girl, and the two of you will do anything I say or, I will do things that make you bid you had, '' he said in menacing serious-mindedness.
Not my minuscule girl, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, sugariness miss.
`` Now, here is what comes adjacent, '' Leo said, grabbing her care. `` You are going to go in the lav and pretty yourself up. Do your hair and makeup nice and sexy.
`` You will be in there for twenty second. When I say come out, you better come out fast and sexy. If you try to get along out early or come out not finished or too tedious, I will hurt your daughter. Do you realise Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, care for her daughter choking her words.
`` good, 20 min starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the bathroom, shutting the doorway behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the door, she buried her nerve in the crook of her articulatio cubiti and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the door, rattling the handle.
The professorship from my vanity, she guessed. I 'm most potential locked in, she thought. Unwilling to test the theory and risk Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her makeup as the stereoscopic photograph in her bedroom came to life story. Country music playacting, Kristen focused on her undertaking.
`` Kristen, twist off the light and come out now, '' he commanded through the door upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the brightness switching and pushing the threshold open.
Her centre, accustomed to the cleverness of the bathroom, where momentarily blind in the dimness of her candle lit bedroom.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eyes adjusted enough to see her bound and gagged girl.
The petite girl tried to cry out to her mother, the words becoming a meaningless squeal against the vast ball gag that stretched her jaw uncomfortably.
`` Oh my God Chelsea, '' Kristen said, sobbing as she dropped to her knee joint in front of her chairperson bound girl.
`` You did dependable in the privy, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will take the gag out of Chelsea 's mouth. You have ten minutes to do the Lapp to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no clip, consoling her fright daughter as she applied makeup and fixed the lady friend 's disheveled blonde curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten minutes. `` Now, I want you to look over there, '' he said, gesturing to the bedroom door.
Kristen looked, after a moment, seeing the display board across the threshold. They where locked in.
`` Just wanted you to be aware, '' he said. `` Now, Kristen, attached to the footboard of your bed are handcuffs. I want you in them. ``
She hesitated only a mo, quickly recognizing the threat his hand on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and manacle herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` Good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to loosen you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to answer a few questions. ma, would you like to tell her the residual ? ``
`` Whatever he asks child, tell him the truth. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a beau Chelsea, '' he asked, kneeling to start releasing her ankles.
`` No, '' the little girl replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock amazement. `` Pretty girl like you ? Have you ever had a swain ? ``
`` Yeah, one, '' she answered.
`` Just one ? So, have you ever had sex ? ``
`` No, '' the shy lady friend whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with son ? ``
`` Tell him baby, '' Kristen said, sending her daughter 's hesitation.
`` well, I kissed three different boys, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as honest as potential. `` I let two touch my boob, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched ones gumshoe and let him touch my cunny lips, '' she blurted. Her blush darkened as she shot embarrassed glances at her mother.
`` Just your lips, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his fingerbreadth in your pussy ? ``
`` No, '' Chelsea replied, shaking her head.
`` Have you ever had anything in your hole, '' he asked.
`` Yes, '' she whispered, flexing and rubbing her now free hands.
Chelsea hesitated, shooting a glance at her mom.
`` Tell him, '' Kristen shouted, afraid of her getting hurt.
`` I put my mom 's toy in me sometimes, '' Chelsea muttered, her face turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the room to her mom 's nighttime stand. She opened the drawer, pulled out the pocket-size, tweed vibrator and took it back to the big, masked unknown.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry ! You are going to feel big, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
Fear crossed Chelsea 's face as his Holy Writ sank in. split built in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` adopt me, '' Kristen cried. `` leave of absence her alone and take me ! ``
Leo grabbed a handful of Chelsea 's hair and yanked the weeping teens head back painfully.
`` What did I tell you before, '' he growled to Kristen. `` You can facilitate her do what I want or, I can hurt her and make her do it. Your choice mom, '' he said, punctuating the terror by dragging the girl 's head back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, ineffective to see her daughter in pain.
`` Good, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's light if you cooperate. ``
Like conjuration, a key appeared in his manus. He unlocked Kristen 's cuffs.
Suddenly, Kristen noticed he was n't holding the gun. It was holstered on his hip, not easy to get but, it was a bit of hope.
Mother and daughter embraced as Leo sat back down in the annexe back professorship.
`` Kristen, bring your girl over here, '' he instructed after a consequence.
mitt in manus, they stood before him.
`` Chelsea, I want to see you in your bra and panties, '' he said. `` Kristen, get her that way or I will. ``
`` It 's approve sister, '' Kristen said to her scared, shy girl. `` See ? I 'm pretty very much bare already. ``
She pulled the young woman 's t-shirt up and over her head, uncovering her petite upper berth consistence and a thickly padded rap bra.
`` one-half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter root for down and, tread out of, her albumen pajama shorts, exposing the girl 's flannel thong.
Kristen smiled at her embarrassed daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls know how sexy you are, '' Leo asked, letting his heart play over them from behind his mask.
female parent and daughter shook their heads in unwilled unison.
`` Well, I know, '' he said, rubbing his decoration down the duration of his straining cock.
`` Chelsea, come up sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The young woman obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, round, barely cover up ass on the hardness of his cock.
`` That 's nice, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare skin. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a rich hint and began to slip out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her little fille, slowly pushing his cock against her butt.
`` Is n't your mommy sexy, '' he asked the miss on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your turn to loose some clothes, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one deal. `` exact it off and exhibit me your aphrodisiacal little boob, '' he instructed.
Chelsea slipped her bra off and, at his press, turned sideways on his lap.
`` Oh my God, '' he said in awe. `` You have such nice petty titties ! And look, foresighted nipples like your mommy. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her bout, a cup breast were perky and house and, topped with unusually foresightful mammilla.
Chelsea returned her mother 's gaze, for the first meter actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` Come here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hand up Chelsea 's petite body and covering her buoyant short tit with his big hand.
Kristen stepped nigher, watching helplessly as the masked man groped her daughter.
`` Touch each other 's tits, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his free hand. He rubbed his prick against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my boobies when I was long dozen, Kristen thought as she placed her mitt on her daughter 's small, firm breast.
Chelsea put her mitt on her mommy 's tit and began to rub. She had always been covetous of bigger chested young lady and had secretly wondered what big breast felt like.
`` Kristen, show me your baby girl 's kitty-cat, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's early tit. He began gently rolling the girl 's foresighted mammilla between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her daughter 's step-in off and coaxed her legs apart.
`` Very fucking nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, look at your little young woman 's twat. ``
Kristen looked between her girl 's spread wooden leg, right at her bald, puffy pussy.
Leo caressed the young lady 's pussy brim, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger into her slit, letting Kristen see her girl 's fat cunt wrap itself around his big, hassle finger.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` Okay miss, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the girls on either side of him. His big, powerful bridge player grabbed and touched the blonde mother and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, ingest my cock out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's jeans. She reached inside and pulled out his huge cock.
She starred at it for a import, shocked not at the telling size but, at the similarities between this dick and her recent husband's.
In size and cast, they were identical. The only deviation being that, David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the nevus she had loved to snog was n't above the stranger 's balls.
`` Too big for you, '' Leo teased.
`` No, '' Kristen answered.
`` Was your boyfriend cock that big, '' he asked Chelsea.
`` Not even close, '' she replied, starring at the impressive member.
`` Go down there with your mommy, '' he instructed the miss. `` Kristen, demo your daughter how to cover a tangible cock. ``
`` Give me your mitt sister, '' Kristen said to her girl, taking the fille 's belittled manus and wrapping it around the beam of his cock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to absorb pecker, '' he ordered, pulling the silenced pistol from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's pass. `` And keep in thinker, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my nut I shoot. You do anything but give me the C. H. Best blowjob of your life story, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, angry and scared but, powerless.
`` Watch mamma, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her mouth wide and took his cock inside.
It had been days since she had sucked a cock but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the anger and fear, Kristen focused on the job at script. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the alien 's shaft trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focalize, she did n't notice how intently her daughter was watching. The girl 's curiosity and secret sex drive held far more than powerfulness than her fear of the gun.
`` Your petty girl wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her rima oris off his tool and looked at her girl.
`` Okay infant, just put it in your mouth and suck. Do n't rub your teeth and do n't seize with teeth down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so fucking wrong, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her oral cavity around a strange man 's monolithic dick.
She is a natural, Kristen thought as her girl began giving a erotica style blowjob.
`` Make her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his cock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` swallow sister, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spit it out, swallow it like a skillful girl. ``
fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to swallow up cum like a in effect girl.
You are also being raped, another vox said.
Kristen could n't argue that and pushed the idea away as she watched her daughter swallow her first mouthful of cum.
`` Your fiddling young woman is a natural, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's thoughts.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the pistol and gestured his victims to him. Without warning, he reached between their legs, slipping his fingers between their pussy lips.
`` Still a couple of dry snatch, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very long before I 'm set to call for a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the threat in his words.
Leo pulled his hired hand back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her girl wet or, he would hale his immense prick into her dry, virgin cunt. It was a win win situation for him.
He is going to assault my daughter and there is nothing I can do, Kristen told herself. I ca n't get the gun free fast enough, we could n't get out fast enough, he is going to subscribe to my sister girlfriend 's virginity by rape.
The but thing I can do for sure is make it less painful, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down infant, '' Kristen instructed her daughter.
`` Why mommy, '' Chelsea asked, laying back slowly.
`` Just lay down, '' Kristen said firmly.
Chelsea lay back, her knees up and together, her buoyant little tits pointed at the ceiling, her puritanical center on her mother.
Kristen pushed her daughter 's legs apart and began moving between them.
`` No momma, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close her legs. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's incorrect ! ``
`` Baby, this man is going to dishonor you, '' Kristen said bluntly.
`` I know mommy, '' Chelsea replied, trying to be brave.
`` If he does it while you are dry, it 's going to pain a lot more. If I lick you, I can make you wet. It wo n't hurt as much, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, citizenry say it 's wrong and, ''
`` I do n't deal about people, '' Kristen said, cutting her girl off. `` I care about you so, relax, forget about what is right or wrong and try to enjoy it, '' she told her daughter. Like I am going to try and enjoy it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom facing pages her legs and get between them.
pretend it 's not your girl, Kristen urged herself. sham that the pretty little pussy belongs to one of the girls David used to play dwelling house. Hell, just concentre on that plump, wet, bald, perfect little cunt.
Kristen felt her own pussy get fond as she slipped her spit between the plump sass of her daughter 's pussy. She took her clip, easing the fille into it. Her warm, wet tongue worked it 's way into the teen 's cunt slight by little.
Kristen licked at the edge of her girl 's cakehole then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the polish little bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her trivial girl 's optic as her tongue dipped into the opening of her hole.
Warm, slippery, sweet tasting liquidness covered Kristen 's tongue as her girl became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her legs too as the combination of closeness and naughtiness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her eyes going directly to Leo 's Brobdingnagian, gruelling cock.
`` Get your tongue out of your daughter 's slit you nasty tart, '' he growled. `` That jam is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her panicky daughter.
`` mommy, '' the lady friend whispered.
`` What child, '' Kristen asked.
`` If I liked that, am I bad, '' Chelsea asked nervously.
`` Not any more bad than me, '' Kristen replied smiling. `` I liked it too. ``
Leo positioned himself between Chelsea 's legs, lining his massive cock up to her humble, virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her branch around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the mind of his pecker into her.
Chelsea tensed a piffling but, because of her momma 's tongue, it did n't injure to much.
Kristen watched the big stopcock stretch her daughter 's short kitty, watched it shape it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to pierce in farsighted, unvoiced diagonal. He pulled his cock almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the female child 's body hard enough to reach her tiny mamilla jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eyes and let her dead body react. Let her pussy find the delight in the buffeting rape. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the time, a voice said in Kristen 's headspring as she watched both Chelsea and, more importantly, Leo loose themselves in the moment.
His gun is on the other side, she realized.
She thought fast and acted faster.
Kristen reached up quickly, grabbing Leo 's mask and ripping it off as he came in her girl 's pussy.
`` Oh my fucking God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the aspect behind the mask.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea questioned in a shocked scream.
`` Hi girls, '' he said as his monolithic shaft finished pumping cum into his daughter 's cunt.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's cerebration. `` well, legally, '' he said, slipping his cock out of his girl and crawling off of her.
`` pop, how ? Why, '' Chelsea finally managed.
`` I guess I can try to excuse, '' Jacques Louis David said, putting his softening cock away. `` There is a lot you girls never knew about me. You never knew about my illegal activities or connections. You never knew what I really did for a living and, you never knew about my family unit incest tradition.
`` A piffling over four and a half years ago, some very bad people decided they wanted me, and my family unit, dead. At the same fourth dimension, I had a beautiful daughter, blossoming into a beautiful and aphrodisiacal adult female. I had tried to leave my family custom behind but, it became hard. So, with masses wanting me dead and my needing to go, I faked my death. ``
`` You faked your death to protect the girl you just raped, '' Kristen screamed.
`` It 's all I have thought about for years, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my crime syndicate 's taboo tradition. This was the only way I could make it encounter. ``
Kristen 's brain reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream, cry, kill David and hug him.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm glad you came back, '' she said, throwing her arm around his neck and pressing her au naturel body against him.
The chaos in Kristen 's head stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the truth. She was gladiolus he was back too and, she could get used to Night like this .