Cool night air drifted through the open 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 bathroom wall to the open window.
She stood before the window closing her eyes and breathing deeply of the light air. The quiet of the night was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding area and the occasional call of a night bird in the forest.
It 's so peaceful and quiesce, Kristen thought. So much better than the city. I made the right call. Even Chelsea is starting to care it here.
A soft smile playing at the corners of her back talk as she replayed the events of the last six months.
Her generally calm, respectful, intelligent daughter had erupted at the decisiveness to incite out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every cliche in the book at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for enough sentence to fine-tune next twelvemonth. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't nominate me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her junior year of mellow school and celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the new house a week later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a part time job, made a dyad Quaker 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 sweat dampened workout clothes. She lifted her eyes, trying to find her pajamas, and caught her reflection in the good distance mirror directly across the room.
Her blue eyes moved from her love blonde whorl to her low, pedicured ft as she approached the antique mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her reflection. No grey-headed hair. No wrinkles. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have pretty overnice nipple too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup breasts. They may not be as senior high as they used to be but, they still feel good.
My mamilla are still as eager as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her thenar. She moved her bridge player and looked at her long, dusky pink nipples. She traced a finger around her areola and over the hard, sensitive tips of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's eager, Kristen thought as a warmth spread between her legs.
Feeling a picayune naughty, and more aroused for feeling that way, Kristen began to slew her right deal down her abdomen and over the politic, hairsbreadth liberal hide above her wet pussy.
She pulled her hand away from her cunt and let go of her tit as an idea formed in her mind.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eyes darted around the room.
Not the water closet, she said, dismissing the huge, mostly bare outer space with a glance at the slightly open doorway. I think in there, she decided.
opinion naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the closet to the tall, Edward D. White dresser. She opened the endorse draftsman down and began digging through the slews of seldom worn clothes.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the wanton blue sky, silk nighty from the bottom of the pile.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her head.
The silk felt cool and polish as the garment fell into billet against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even gamy, aphrodisiacal and Sir Thomas More aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, swooning blueness material looked good against the tranquil, creamy skin of her knocker. Her long, operose tit stood out in stark succor against the flimsy, fall silk. Below her breasts, the garment curved with her torso, accentuating her hourglass physical body and round butt before ending just eminent enough on her thigh to not show her ass boldness.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, strong man 's paw clamped down on her mouth from behind, grinding her back talk against her teeth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight, wanted to scream, wanted to resist in any way but, her panic quick-frozen body refused to obey her shrieking and jumbled mind.
`` You just be nice and calm, '' said a deep, gravelly representative in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the Charles Martin Hall are going to come up out live. You do n't, '' the vocalisation trailed off and a silenced pistol slid into her vision.
Chelsea, her creative thinker screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the voice 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 eyes. She nodded her heading as vigorously as his hand would reserve.
`` goodness, that 's good, '' he said, returning to a softer tone. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed really dainty, got it ? ``
Kristen nodded again and felt him let her go cautiously.
She stepped forward, turned and sat on the bed touch sensation exposed in the skimpy nighty. She looked up at the unknown man through tear streaked eyes.
His typeface was covered in, what looked to her like, a black goalie mask with some sort of net covering his center. He was tall and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the idea to make a run for it. Before you do, think about the piffling cutie. There is a very diminished chance that I could miss 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.
`` Good, gladiola we understand each other. Now, I am going to ask some doubt. You answer honestly. What is your name ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, classic. You may telephone me, Leo. What is the cutie 's name ? ``
`` Chelsea, '' Kristen said through a sob.
`` Chelsea your girl ? ``
`` Yes, are you going to hurt us, '' Kristen burst out sobbing.
`` I am asking the head, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am thirty seven, she is only fifteen, delight do n't, ''
White visible light erupted in Kristen 's head teacher as his left fist scene 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 frightful lot. Now, apologize for lying. ``
`` I 'm bad I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her fear for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` Good. Now, who is the sexy lilliputian nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the urge to try for a police force officer boyfriend lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it stool you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her head, embarrassed.
`` It makes you wait sexy, '' he said. `` tie-up up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the smutty spots where his eyes should be. `` I have a little 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 uprising and clinging to her organic structure 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. `` Spin for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt safe turning, not wanting him out of sight.
`` Much near than money and, jewelry ca n't do this, '' he said, gesturing at the front of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the bulge pushing against his jeans, 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 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 up doorway. By the way, the phony turtleneck statue is n't very clever. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, dark closet. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her feet, tears of guilt and disgrace rolling down her cheeks. If I had n't left that damn key. If I had stopped to blab to my daughter.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few steps backward in purchase order to pull the wing back chair away from the bulwark. `` Over the nighty will be finely for now. No pauperism to bucket along things, '' he added, sitting down in the deep red colored chair.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the level, raised her trembling mitt and cupped her breast. Her nipples stabbed into her palms, harder from fear than she ever remembered from arousal but, utterly numb to her speck.
`` When was the cobbler's last time you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four years and three months, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, sexy affair like you, '' Leo said in seismic disturbance. `` In that time I bet you could have found a thousand men who would love to fuck you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, former. Hell, I bet you could know a hundred cat your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without hawkshaw ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` well, I 'm drear to hear that, '' he said in mock understanding. `` tone closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped finisher, doing her unspoilt, despite her awe and embarrassment, to act sexy and sensual.
`` What was his public figure, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as tonic, hot tears spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a script a little lour, '' he instructed.
She swallowed toilsome and forced her right hand downward, feeling his gaze on the place where her extremely hard 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 bailiwick.
`` So, you like big bozo, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's dear 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 hand hand on the huge protrusion in his jeans.
Kristen 's midsection digit wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the lips of her bald pussy. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her slit was.
`` appearance me those bosom, '' he said thickly. `` Stop rubbing them and pull your nighty down so I can see. ``
Kristen pulled the top of her nighty down, exposing her white meat as she continued to rub at her dry, unaroused pussy.
`` You have magnificent tits, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those mammilla ! 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 gibbosity of his cock a little faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self witting of her unusually hanker nipples.
`` lift up your nighty and depict me your cunt, '' he ordered.
Her thrill deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, bald pussy little by little, eventually exposing it completely.
`` Open your legs, '' Leo instructed. `` I said designate me your cunt and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her thigh apart, exposing her most private physical structure part to the masked stranger.
`` Damn, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very fairly goof. Four eld must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking bank note of how practically harder he rubbed his cock.
`` If your cunt is that pretty, I ca n't wait to get a smell 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 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 like you had, '' he said in menacing sincerity.
Not my little daughter, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, sweet fille.
`` Now, here is what comes following, '' Leo said, grabbing her attention. `` You are going to go in the lav and pretty yourself up. Do your fuzz and war paint 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 come out early or come out not finished or too tardily, I will hurt your girl. Do you infer Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fear for her girl choking her words.
`` Good, XX minutes starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the lavatory, shutting the threshold behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the threshold, she buried her face in the turn of her elbow and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the threshold, rattling the handle.
The chair from my conceit, she guessed. I 'm most likely locked in, she thought. Unwilling to test the hypothesis and endangerment Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her makeup as the stereophonic system in her chamber came to life. Country medicine playing, Kristen focused on her task.
`` Kristen, turn off the Inner Light and total out now, '' he commanded through the door upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the faint permutation and pushing the door open.
Her eyes, accustomed to the luminosity of the bathroom, where momentarily blind in the subduedness of her candle lit bedroom.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her center adjusted enough to see her bound and gagged daughter.
The lilliputian girl tried to cry out to her mother, the words becoming a meaningless squeal against the huge clump gag that stretched her jaw uncomfortably.
`` Oh my God Chelsea, '' Kristen said, sobbing as she dropped to her knees in front of her chairperson bound daughter.
`` You did in effect in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will have the gag out of Chelsea 's lip. You have ten minutes to do the Lapplander to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no clock time, consoling her frightened girl as she applied makeup and fixed the missy 's tousle blonde curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten bit. `` Now, I want you to look over there, '' he said, gesturing to the bedroom room access.
Kristen looked, after a instant, seeing the boards across the door. They where locked in.
`` Just wanted you to be cognizant, '' he said. `` Now, Kristen, attached to the footboard of your bed are handcuffs. I want you in them. ``
She hesitated only a moment, quickly recognizing the menace his hand on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and whomp herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` Good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to unbrace you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to respond a few questions. mummy, would you like to evidence her the eternal sleep ? ``
`` Whatever he asks child, tell him the truth. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a swain Chelsea, '' he asked, kneeling to begin releasing her ankles.
`` No, '' the girl replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock amazement. `` Pretty girl like you ? Have you ever had a boyfriend ? ``
`` Yeah, one, '' she answered.
`` Just one ? So, have you ever had sex ? ``
`` No, '' the shy girl whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with male child ? ``
`` Tell him infant, '' Kristen said, sending her daughter 's hesitation.
`` well, I kissed three different son, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as honorable as possible. `` I let two bear on my breast, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched ones dick and let him touch my cunny lips, '' she blurted. Her blush darkened as she shot embarrassed glances at her mother.
`` Just your sass, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his finger in your twat ? ``
`` No, '' Chelsea replied, shaking her pass.
`` Have you ever had anything in your muddle, '' he asked.
`` Yes, '' she whispered, flexing and rubbing her now loose hands.
Chelsea hesitated, shooting a glimpse at her mom.
`` Tell him, '' Kristen shouted, afraid of her getting hurt.
`` I put my mom 's toy in me sometimes, '' Chelsea muttered, her cheek turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the room to her mom 's night stand. She opened the drawer, pulled out the minor, white vibrator and took it back to the big, block out stranger.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry ! You are going to find great, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
reverence crossed Chelsea 's face as his words sank in. Tears built in her eye, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` Take me, '' Kristen cried. `` leave-taking her alone and take me ! ``
Leo grabbed a handful of Chelsea 's hair and yanked the crying teens head back painfully.
`` What did I tell you before, '' he growled to Kristen. `` You can aid her do what I want or, I can offend her and take in her do it. Your option Mommy, '' he said, punctuating the threat by dragging the fille 's promontory back farther.
`` okeh, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, ineffectual to see her daughter in pain.
`` trade good, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's easier if you cooperate. ``
Like conjuring trick, 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 easy to get but, it was a bit of hope.
female parent and daughter embraced as Leo sat back down in the wing back chair.
`` Kristen, bring your daughter over here, '' he instructed after a moment.
Hand in helping 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 baby, '' Kristen said to her affright, shy girl. `` See ? I 'm pretty very much naked already. ``
She pulled the fille 's t-shirt up and over her head, uncovering her flyspeck pep pill soundbox and a thickly padded knock bra.
`` Half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter deplumate down and, ill-use out of, her flannel pj's short circuit, exposing the girl 's gabardine thong.
Kristen smiled at her embarrass daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls know how sexy you are, '' Leo asked, letting his oculus play over them from behind his mask.
mother and girl shook their straits in unintentional unison.
`` fountainhead, I know, '' he said, rubbing his thenar down the length of his straining cock.
`` Chelsea, come sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The girlfriend obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, round of drinks, barely covered ass on the rigorousness of his cock.
`` That 's nice, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare skin. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a bass intimation and began to slip out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her small female child, slowly pushing his cock against her butt.
`` Is n't your mommy sexy, '' he asked the girl on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your number to loose some wearing apparel, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one manus. `` fill it off and establish me your sexy picayune bosom, '' 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 skillful little titties ! And look, long nipples like your mommy. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her round, a cup tit were perky and firm and, topped with unusually yearn nipples.
Chelsea returned her mother 's gaze, for the first time actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` Come here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hand up Chelsea 's petite eubstance and covering her buoyant picayune tit with his big script.
Kristen stepped closer, watching helplessly as the masked man groped her daughter.
`` tactual sensation each other 's teat, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his free hired man. He rubbed his cock against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my pinhead when I was baker's dozen, Kristen thought as she placed her hand on her daughter 's small, firm breast.
Chelsea put her paw on her mommy 's tit and began to rub. She had always been jealous of bigger chested daughter and had secretly wondered what big titty felt like.
`` Kristen, show me your baby miss 's pussy, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the girl 's hanker nipples between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her daughter 's panties off and coaxed her stage apart.
`` Very sleep with nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, looking at at your fiddling girl 's cunt. ``
Kristen looked between her daughter 's cattle ranch wooden leg, right at her bald, puffy pussy.
Leo caressed the girl 's kitty-cat lips, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger into her slit, letting Kristen see her daughter 's fat twat wrap itself around his big, harass finger's breadth.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` okeh miss, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the young woman on either side of him. His big, powerful hands grabbed and touched the blonde mother and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, take my hammer 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 bit, shocked not at the impressive size of it but, at the similarities between this putz and her late husband's.
In size of it and shape, they were identical. The only differences being that, Saint David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the nevus she had loved to kiss was n't above the stranger 's balls.
`` Too big for you, '' Leo teased.
`` No, '' Kristen answered.
`` Was your young man cock that big, '' he asked Chelsea.
`` Not even close, '' she replied, starring at the impressive member.
`` Go down there with your momma, '' he instructed the girl. `` Kristen, show your daughter how to handle a very cock. ``
`` cave in me your hand sister, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the daughter 's small hand and wrapping it around the diaphysis of his cock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to soak up stopcock, '' he ordered, pulling the quieten pistol from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's head. `` And hold in intellect, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my balls I shoot. You do anything but contribute me the skilful blowjob of your sprightliness, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, angry and mark but, powerless.
`` Watch mummy, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her mouth wide and took his cock inside.
It had been years since she had sucked a dick but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the choler and fear, Kristen focused on the chore at hand. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the stranger 's cock trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focalize, she did n't discover how intently her girl was watching. The girl 's curiosity and secluded sex drive held far Thomas More superpower than her fright of the gun.
`` Your minuscule girl wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her back talk off his tool and looked at her daughter.
`` Okay baby, just put it in your rima oris and suck. Do n't rub your teeth and do n't burn down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so fucking 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 way blowjob.
`` shuffling 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 unspoiled girl. ``
fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to swallow cum like a good girl.
You are also being raped, another voice said.
Kristen could n't fence that and pushed the cerebration away as she watched her girl live with her foremost mouthful of cum.
`` Your little girl is a rude, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's thoughts.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the pistol and gestured his victim to him. Without warning, he reached between their ramification, slipping his fingerbreadth between their pussy lips.
`` Still a duad of dry cunts, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very long before I 'm ready to take a stripling 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the threat in his words.
Leo pulled his mitt back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her daughter wet or, he would force his huge cock into her dry, virgin slit. It was a win win situation for him.
He is going to rape 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 pick out my baby girl 's virginity by rape.
The only thing I can do for indisputable is hold it less painful, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down child, '' Kristen instructed her daughter.
`` Why mummy, '' Chelsea asked, laying back slowly.
`` Just lay down, '' Kristen said firmly.
Chelsea lay back, her knees up and together, her perky little nipple pointed at the ceiling, her blue angel oculus on her mother.
Kristen pushed her daughter 's legs apart and began moving between them.
`` No mommy, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close her legs. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's improper ! ``
`` Baby, this man is going to rape 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 bruise a lot more. If I lick you, I can take a leak you wet. It wo n't spite as much, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, hoi polloi say it 's wrong and, ''
`` I do n't care about people, '' Kristen said, cutting her girl off. `` I care about you so, relax, draw a blank 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 spread her pegleg and get between them.
Pretend it 's not your girl, Kristen urged herself. Pretend that the pretty little slit belongs to one of the missy David used to wreak home. inferno, just focus on that plump, tight, bald, perfect little cunt.
Kristen felt her own pussy get warmly as she slipped her spit between the plump lips of her daughter 's pussy. She took her time, easing the girl into it. Her warm, wet tongue worked it 's way into the adolescent 's cunt little by little.
Kristen licked at the edge of her daughter 's trap then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the quiet little bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her little girl 's eyes as her tongue dipped into the opening of her hole.
Warm, slippery, afters tasting liquidity covered Kristen 's knife as her girl became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her legs too as the compounding of intimacy and naughtiness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her eyes going directly to Leo 's Brobdingnagian, gruelling cock.
`` Get your tongue out of your girl 's cunt you tight working girl, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her panicky daughter.
`` momma, '' the girl 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 stage, lining his massive cock up to her low, virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her munition around her girl, holding her as he thrust the head of his dick into her.
Chelsea tensed a lilliputian but, because of her mommy 's tongue, it did n't bruise to much.
Kristen watched the big cock reaching her daughter 's trivial puss, watched it work it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to push up in prospicient, harder strokes. He pulled his cock almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's body strong enough to make her tiny mammilla jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eye and let her body react. Let her kitty find the joy in the pounding Brassica napus. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the fourth dimension, a voice said in Kristen 's foreland as she watched both Chelsea and, more importantly, Leo loose themselves in the moment.
His gun is on the former 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 piece of ass God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the face behind the masquerade party.
`` dad, '' Chelsea questioned in a shocked scream.
`` Hi girls, '' he said as his massive hammer finished pumping cum into his daughter 's cunt.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's thought. `` Well, legally, '' he said, slipping his hammer out of his daughter and crawling off of her.
`` dad, how ? Why, '' Chelsea finally managed.
`` I guess I can try to explicate, '' David said, putting his softening putz away. `` There is a lot you girls never knew about me. You never knew about my illegal body process or connections. You never knew what I really did for a animation and, you never knew about my family incest tradition.
`` A trivial over four and a half yr ago, some very bad masses decided they wanted me, and my home, dead. At the same sentence, I had a beautiful daughter, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy fair sex. I had tried to leave my household tradition behind but, it became hard. So, with the great unwashed wanting me suddenly and my needing to go, I faked my death. ``
`` You faked your last to protect the daughter you just raped, '' Kristen screamed.
`` It 's all I have thought about for years, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my family 's taboo custom. This was the only if way I could make it happen. ``
Kristen 's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream, cry, vote down St. David and hug him.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm glad you came back, '' she said, throwing her sleeve around his neck and pressing her naked dead body against him.
The bedlam in Kristen 's judgment stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the truth. She was gladiolus he was back too and, she could get used to nighttime like this .