Cool Night air drifted through the open up window, pleasantly chilling her warm, damp, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the bedroom, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the bath bulwark to the open window.
She stood before the window closing her eyes and breathing deeply of the unclouded air. The silence of the dark was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding line of business and the occasional call of a night bird in the forest.
It 's so peaceful and tranquil, Kristen thought. So much better than the city. I made the mighty call. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A easygoing grinning playing at the corner of her sassing as she replayed the outcome of the last six month.
Her generally calm, respectful, intelligent girl had erupted at the decision to impress out of the urban center.
Chelsea had thrown every banality in the al-Qur'an at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for sufficiency sentence to graduate following year. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't make me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her Junior year of high school and celebrated her 18th natal day in the new sign of the zodiac a week later.
In the calendar month since, Chelsea had gotten a piece fourth dimension job, made a couple supporter and settled in.
It 's going to be okay, Kristen assured herself, turning from the windowpane.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the floor with her exertion dampened workout apparel. She lifted her eyes, trying to obtain her jammies, and caught her reflection in the full length mirror directly across the room.
Her dispirited eyes moved from her dear blonde roll to her lowly, pedicured foot as she approached the oldtimer mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her reflection. No grey haircloth. No line. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have somewhat nice nipple too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup breast. They may not be as high as they used to be but, they still feel good.
My teat are still as eager as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her laurel wreath. She moved her hands and looked at her long, twilight pink nipples. She traced a finger around her areola and over the hard, sensible point of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's eager, Kristen thought as a warmheartedness counterpane between her wooden leg.
Feeling a picayune naughty, and more bring up for feeling that way, Kristen began to skid her right hand down her stomach and over the unruffled, hair free skin above her wet pussy.
She pulled her hand away from her pussy and let go of her tit as an thought formed in her mind.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eyes darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the Brobdingnagian, mostly au naturel distance with a glance at the slightly assailable door. I think in there, she decided.
Feeling naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the closet to the tall, E. B. White actor's assistant. She opened the second drawer down and began digging through the tons of seldom worn wearing apparel.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the spark amobarbital sodium, silk nighty from the posterior of the good deal.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her head.
The silk felt cool and smooth as the garment fell into plaza against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even naughtier, sexy and more aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, light up drear stuff looked good against the smooth, creamy cutis of her breast. Her retentive, hard nipples stood out in stern relief against the dilute, light silk. Below her breasts, the garment curved with her body, accentuating her hourglass anatomy and cycle butt before ending just luxuriously enough on her thighs to not show her ass cheek.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, strong man 's paw clamped down on her sassing from behind, grinding her lip against her teeth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight, wanted to squall, wanted to resist in any way but, her panic freeze body refused to obey her screaming and jumbled idea.
`` You just be nice and tranquilize, '' said a deep, gravelly vocalism in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the hall are going to descend out alive. You do n't, '' the voice trailed off and a hush up pistol slid into her vision.
Chelsea, her mind screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the voice growled as the barrel of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her idea cried out as tears fell from her middle. She nodded her forefront as vigorously as his deal would allow.
`` goodness, that 's good, '' he said, returning to a softer tonicity. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed real nice, got it ? ``
Kristen nodded again and felt him let her go cautiously.
She stepped forward, turned and sat on the bed intuitive feeling 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 the like, a black netkeeper masquerade party with some kind of meshing covering his eyes. He was tall and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the estimation to make a run for it. Before you do, think about the footling cutie. There is a very small chance that I could leave out you with a bullet if you were running but, being tied up like she is, I surely wo n't miss her. Get me ? ``
`` Yes, '' Kristen muttered.
`` goodness, glad we understand each other. Now, I am going to ask some interrogative. You answer honestly. What is your figure ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, Greco-Roman. You may name me, Leo. What is the cutie 's name ? ``
`` Chelsea, '' Kristen said through a sob.
`` Chelsea your daughter ? ``
`` Yes, are you going to wound us, '' Kristen burst out sobbing.
`` I am asking the questions, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am thirty seven, she is only fifteen, delight do n't, ''
Caucasian light erupted in Kristen 's promontory as his leftover 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 eighteen. I know where you both work. I know where you both hang out. I know an awfully lot. Now, rationalize for lying. ``
`` I 'm sorry I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her fear 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 urge to try for a police officer boyfriend lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it make you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her head, embarrassed.
`` It makes you take care sexy, '' he said. `` Stand up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the black touch where his eyes should be. `` I have a little money and some jewellery. 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 ascent and clinging to her consistence 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 obscure eyes crawling over her body.
`` Yes, very pretty, '' he said. `` whirl for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt good turning, not wanting him out of sight.
`` Much estimable than money and, jewellery ca n't do this, '' he said, gesturing at the straw man of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the gibbosity pushing against his denim, it 's mien confirming her fear.
`` 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 masked case in cushion 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 plunk for room access. By the way, the phoney turtle statue is n't very clever. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, sullen closet. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her feet, split of guilt and shame rolling down her cheeks. If I had n't left that damn key. If I had stopped to speak to my daughter.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few steps backward in order to pull the wing back chair away from the wall. `` Over the nighty will be ok for now. No pauperization to rush things, '' he added, sitting down in the crimson colored chair.
Kristen lowered her regard to the level, raised her trembling workforce and cupped her breasts. Her nipples stabbed into her thenar, harder from concern than she ever remembered from arousal but, utterly numb to her hint.
`` When was the last clock time you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four long time and three months, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, aphrodisiac thing like you, '' Leo said in shock. `` In that time I bet you could have found a thousand men who would love to fuck you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, older. Scheol, I bet you could fuck a hundred bozo your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a puma ! So, why so long without dick ? ``
`` That was when my hubby died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` wellspring, I 'm regretful to get wind that, '' he said in mock sympathy. `` whole step closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped closer, doing her best, despite her fear and embarrassment, to act sexy and animal.
`` What was his name, '' Leo asked.
`` St. David, '' she whispered as fresh, hot tears spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a hand a little depleted, '' he instructed.
She swallowed heavy and forced her in good order hand downward, feeling his gaze on the place where her extremely tough nipple pushed against the thin silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a humble 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 subject.
`` So, you like big bozo, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's ripe 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 proper helping hand on the huge bulge in his jeans.
Kristen 's middle fingerbreadth wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the lip of her bald slit. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her slit was.
`` appearance me those titty, '' he said thickly. `` Stop rubbing them and pull in your nighty down so I can see. ``
Kristen pulled the top of her nighty down, exposing her chest as she continued to rub at her dry, unaroused pussy.
`` You have glorious nipple, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those mammilla ! I have seen a lot of titty and the mammilla on them but, I have only seen one set as long, suckable, abusable and sexy as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the jut of his cock a lilliputian faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self witting of her unusually farseeing nipples.
`` elevator up your nighty and depict me your bitch, '' he ordered.
Her bloom deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, denudate pussy little by minuscule, eventually exposing it completely.
`` outdoors your legs, '' Leo instructed. `` I said evidence me your cunt and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her second joint apart, exposing her most private body part to the masked stranger.
`` darn, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very moderately snatch. Four twelvemonth must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking note of how much harder he rubbed his cock.
`` If your cunt is that pretty, I ca n't look to get a feeling 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, leave my girl alone. ``
`` I will do anything I want to you, and your footling girl, and the two of you will do anything I say or, I will do things that make you care you had, '' he said in menacing seriousness.
Not my fiddling girl, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, mellisonant girl.
`` Now, here is what comes next, '' Leo said, grabbing her attention. `` You are going to go in the toilet and pretty yourself up. Do your hair and makeup nice and sexy.
`` You will be in there for twenty minutes. When I say come out, you better come out fast and sexy. If you try to total out early or come out not finished or too slow, I will hurt your daughter. Do you understand Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fear for her girl choking her words.
`` trade good, 20 minute starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the door, she buried her face in the crook of her elbow and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the door, rattling the grip.
The chair from my vanity, she guessed. I 'm most likely locked in, she thought. Unwilling to quiz the theory and risk Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her makeup as the stereo in her sleeping room came to life sentence. commonwealth euphony playing, Kristen focused on her task.
`` Kristen, change state off the Inner Light and come out now, '' he commanded through the door upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the Christ Within switch and pushing the room access open.
Her eyes, accustomed to the cleverness of the bathroom, where momentarily blind in the subduedness of her candela lit sleeping accommodation.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her oculus adjusted enough to see her bounce and gagged daughter.
The lilliputian girl tried to cry out to her female parent, the words becoming a meaningless squeal against the huge ball gag that stretched her jaw uncomfortably.
`` Oh my God Chelsea, '' Kristen said, sobbing as she dropped to her knee in front of her chair bound girl.
`` You did near in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will take the gag out of Chelsea 's backtalk. You have ten bit to do the Same to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no time, consoling her panic-stricken girl as she applied composition and fixed the young woman 's frowzled blond curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten minutes. `` Now, I want you to look over there, '' he said, gesturing to the bedroom room access.
Kristen looked, after a import, seeing the control board across the room access. 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 import, quickly recognizing the threat his mitt on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and cuffed herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` trade good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to untie you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to answer a few questions. Mommy, would you wish to severalize her the rest ? ``
`` Whatever he asks baby, tell him the Sojourner Truth. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a boyfriend Chelsea, '' he asked, kneeling to begin releasing her ankles.
`` No, '' the girl replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock astonishment. `` Pretty girl like you ? Have you ever had a beau ? ``
`` Yeah, one, '' she answered.
`` Just one ? So, have you ever had sex ? ``
`` No, '' the shy girl whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with boy ? ``
`` Tell him infant, '' Kristen said, sending her daughter 's hesitation.
`` well, I kissed three different male child, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as honest as potential. `` I let two touch my tit, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched ace peter and let him touch my cunny mouth, '' she blurted. Her flush darkened as she shot embarrassed glimpse at her mother.
`` Just your lips, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his finger in your puss ? ``
`` No, '' Chelsea replied, shaking her head.
`` Have you ever had anything in your pickle, '' he asked.
`` Yes, '' she whispered, flexing and rubbing her now free hands.
Chelsea hesitated, shooting a coup d'oeil 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 Nox rack. She opened the drawer, pulled out the small, white vibrator and took it back to the big, cloaked stranger.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry ! You are going to feel great, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
Fear crossed Chelsea 's face as his words sank in. Tears built in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` Take me, '' Kristen cried. `` Leave her alone and pick out me ! ``
Leo grabbed a smattering of Chelsea 's hair and yanked the cry teens head back painfully.
`` What did I tell you before, '' he growled to Kristen. `` You can help her do what I want or, I can anguish her and make her do it. Your choice Mommy, '' he said, punctuating the menace by dragging the little girl 's head word back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, unable to see her daughter in pain.
`` Good, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's loose if you cooperate. ``
Like magic, a key appeared in his hand. He unlocked Kristen 's cuffs.
Suddenly, Kristen noticed he was n't holding the gun. It was holstered on his hip, not well-to-do to get but, it was a bit of hope.
mother and daughter embraced as Leo sat back down in the wing back president.
`` Kristen, bring your girl over here, '' he instructed after a second.
Hand in hand, they stood before him.
`` Chelsea, I want to see you in your bra and pantie, '' he said. `` Kristen, get her that way or I will. ``
`` It 's okay infant, '' Kristen said to her scared, shy daughter. `` See ? I 'm pretty much naked already. ``
She pulled the girl 's tee shirt up and over her school principal, uncovering her petite upper physical structure and a thickly padded knock bra.
`` one-half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter pull down and, pace out of, her Patrick White pj's shorts, exposing the daughter 's gabardine thong.
Kristen smiled at her blockade daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls know how aphrodisiac you are, '' Leo asked, letting his middle play over them from behind his mask.
female parent and daughter shook their psyche in unintentional unison.
`` Well, I know, '' he said, rubbing his palm down the length of his straining cock.
`` Chelsea, hail sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The girl obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, round, barely covered ass on the rigorousness of his cock.
`` That 's skillful, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare skin. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a deep breathing time and began to sneak out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her petty young lady, slowly pushing his cock against her butt.
`` Is n't your mamma sexy, '' he asked the missy on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your round to loose some dress, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one handwriting. `` Take it off and indicate me your sexy little boob, '' he instructed.
Chelsea slipped her bra off and, at his insistence, turned sideways on his lap.
`` Oh my God, '' he said in awe. `` You have such nice little breast ! And calculate, yearn mammilla like your mommy. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her round, a cup tits were perky and firm and, topped with unusually long nipples.
Chelsea returned her female parent 's gaze, for the first prison term actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` seminal fluid here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hand up Chelsea 's diminutive body and covering her buoyant fiddling tit with his big hand.
Kristen stepped finisher, watching helplessly as the cloaked man groped her daughter.
`` Touch each other 's tits, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his barren helping hand. He rubbed his cock against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my boob when I was baker's dozen, Kristen thought as she placed her handwriting on her daughter 's small, firm breast.
Chelsea put her helping hand on her mommy 's tit and began to rub. She had always been jealous of openhanded chested missy and had secretly wondered what big boobs felt like.
`` Kristen, show me your baby young woman 's twat, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the girl 's recollective nipples between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her girl 's panties off and coaxed her legs apart.
`` Very fucking nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, feel at your little girl 's slit. ``
Kristen looked between her girl 's spreadhead leg, right at her bald, tumid pussy.
Leo caressed the young lady 's pussy lips, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger's breadth into her puss, letting Kristen see her girl 's fat pussy wrap itself around his big, beset fingerbreadth.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` Okay young woman, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the girls on either side of him. His big, powerful hands grabbed and touched the blond mother and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, convey my cock out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's jeans. She reached inside and pulled out his immense cock.
She starred at it for a moment, shocked not at the impressive size of it but, at the similarities between this cock and her late husband's.
In size and condition, they were identical. The sole differences being that, David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the birthmark she had loved to kiss was n't above the stranger 's balls.
`` Too big for you, '' Leo teased.
`` No, '' Kristen answered.
`` Was your boyfriends cock that big, '' he asked Chelsea.
`` Not even close, '' she replied, starring at the impressive member.
`` Go down there with your mom, '' he instructed the girlfriend. `` Kristen, point your daughter how to manage a literal pecker. ``
`` Give me your hand infant, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the girl 's small hand and wrapper it around the shaft of his cock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to suck cock, '' he ordered, pulling the silenced side arm from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's pass. `` And keep in mind, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my orb I shoot. You do anything but give me the just blowjob of your living, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, tempestuous and mark but, powerless.
`` Watch ma, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her oral fissure spacious and took his peter 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 angriness and fear, Kristen focused on the project at hand. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the unknown 's pecker trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so concentre, she did n't observe how intently her daughter was watching. The young lady 's curiosity and hidden sex drive held far more power than her awe of the gun.
`` Your little female child wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her backtalk off his cock and looked at her girl.
`` Okay child, just put it in your mouth and suck. Do n't rub your teeth and do n't bite down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so sleep with wrong, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her mouth around a unusual man 's monumental dick.
She is a natural, Kristen thought as her daughter began giving a porn style blowjob.
`` Make her unsay my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his cock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` Swallow baby, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't ptyalise it out, eat up it like a good girl. ``
ass me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to eat up cum like a thoroughly girl.
You are also being raped, another voice said.
Kristen could n't argue that and pushed the sentiment away as she watched her daughter immerse her 1st taste of cum.
`` Your little girl is a natural, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's sentiment.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the shooting iron and gestured his victim to him. Without warning, he reached between their legs, slipping his fingers between their pussy lips.
`` Still a duo of dry slit, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very longsighted before I 'm ready to take a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the terror in his words.
Leo pulled his workforce back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her daughter wet or, he would hale his vast cock into her dry, vestal bitch. It was a win win spot for him.
He is going to rape my daughter and there is naught I can do, Kristen told herself. I ca n't get the gun unloosen fast enough, we could n't get out fast enough, he is going to take my baby lady friend 's virginity by rape.
The only thing I can do for sure is make it less painful, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down baby, '' Kristen instructed her daughter.
`` Why mum, '' Chelsea asked, laying back slowly.
`` Just lay down, '' Kristen said firmly.
Chelsea lay back, her knees up and together, her perky little titmouse pointed at the ceiling, her blueing eyes on her mother.
Kristen pushed her daughter 's legs apart and began moving between them.
`` No mommy, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close her pegleg. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's wrong ! ``
`` sister, this man is going to ravish 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 hurt a lot more. If I lick you, I can progress to you wet. It wo n't suffer as practically, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, people say it 's wrong and, ''
`` I do n't worry about people, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, forget about what is right or untimely and try to relish it, '' she told her daughter. Like I am going to try and revel it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom spread her legs and get between them.
pretend it 's not your girl, Kristen urged herself. Pretend that the pretty little pussy belongs to one of the girl David used to bring base. Hell, just sharpen on that plump, besotted, bald, perfect little cunt.
Kristen felt her own pussy get warm as she slipped her tongue between the plump mouth of her daughter 's pussy. She took her time, easing the girl into it. Her warm, wet spit worked it 's way into the teen 's cunt little by little.
Kristen licked at the edge of her daughter 's hole then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the smooth little bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her little girl 's oculus as her tongue dipped into the orifice of her hole.
Warm, slippery, angelic tasting liquid covered Kristen 's tongue as her daughter became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her leg too as the combination of intimacy and badness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her heart going directly to Leo 's huge, hard cock.
`` Get your tongue out of your daughter 's snatch you awful prostitute, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her frightened daughter.
`` ma, '' the young woman whispered.
`` What baby, '' 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 stage, lining his massive cock up to her small, virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the head of his dick into her.
Chelsea tensed a little but, because of her mum 's tongue, it did n't hurt to much.
Kristen watched the big cock stretch her daughter 's minuscule cunt, watched it exploit it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to thrust in long, harder strokes. He pulled his peter almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's body hard enough to clear her diminutive tits jiggle.
Chelsea closed her middle and let her body react. Let her pussycat find the pleasure in the pound rape. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the prison term, a voice said in Kristen 's head 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 daughter 's pussy.
`` Oh my fucking God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the nerve behind the mask.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea questioned in a offend scream.
`` Hi little girl, '' he said as his monumental pecker finished pumping cum into his daughter 's cunt.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's idea. `` Well, legally, '' he said, slipping his cock out of his daughter and crawling off of her.
`` pa, how ? Why, '' Chelsea finally managed.
`` I guess I can try to excuse, '' St. David said, putting his softening tool away. `` There is a lot you girls never knew about me. You never knew about my illegal bodily process or connections. You never knew what I really did for a aliveness and, you never knew about my family incest tradition.
`` A short over four and a one-half years ago, some very bad mass decided they wanted me, and my family, suddenly. At the same time, I had a beautiful daughter, blossoming into a beautiful and aphrodisiac adult female. I had tried to leave my family tradition behind but, it became hard. So, with people wanting me dead and my needing to go, I faked my death. ``
`` You faked your death to protect the daughter you just raped, '' Kristen screamed.
`` It 's all I have thought about for eld, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my family 's prohibited tradition. This was the solely way I could fix it happen. ``
Kristen 's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to shout out, cry, kill David and hug him.
`` pappa, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm gladiola you came back, '' she said, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her naked consistence against him.
The bedlam in Kristen 's creative thinker stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the truth. She was sword lily he was back too and, she could get used to nighttime like this .