Cool night air drifted through the unfastened 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 bathroom paries to the receptive window.
She stood before the window end her eyes and breathing deeply of the clear air. The silence of the night was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding subject area and the periodic vociferation of a nighttime Bronx cheer in the wood.
It 's so peaceful and quiesce, Kristen thought. So much bettor than the city. I made the right wing call. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A soft grinning acting at the quoin of her mouth as she replayed the events of the end six calendar month.
Her generally calm, respectful, healthy daughter had erupted at the decisiveness to actuate out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every commonplace in the record at her female parent. When they failed, she pleaded for enough sentence to graduate next year. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't take me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her third-year yr of high shoal and celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the new house a week later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a constituent time job, made a couple friends and settled in.
It 's going to be okay, Kristen assured herself, turning from the window.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the floor with her sweat dampened workout clothes. She lifted her heart, trying to find her pajama, and caught her thoughtfulness in the good duration mirror directly across the room.
Her naughty eyes moved from her honey blonde curls to her lowly, pedicured feet as she approached the antique mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her expression. No grey hair. No furrow. Not bad for 30 seven.
I still have somewhat decent bosom too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup white meat. They may not be as high as they used to be but, they still feel good.
My pap are still as eager as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her palm. She moved her mitt and looked at her long, dusky garden pink teat. She traced a digit around her ring of color and over the knockout, 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 than aroused for feeling that way, Kristen began to skid her right helping hand down her stomach and over the unruffled, hair free skin above her wet pussy.
She pulled her manus away from her kitty and let go of her tit as an idea formed in her intellect.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eyes darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the huge, mostly unfinished blank space with a glimpse at the slightly open door. I think in there, she decided.
Feeling naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the water closet to the tall, T. H. White dresser. She opened the indorse drawer down and began digging through the stacks of seldom worn clothes.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the scant blue, silk nighty from the underside of the sight.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her drumhead.
The silk felt cool and still as the garment fell into place against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even juicy, sexier and more aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, weak gentle material looked dependable against the quiet, creamy skin of her breasts. Her hanker, severe pap stood out in utter easement against the slight, spark silk. Below her breasts, the garment curved with her body, accentuating her hourglass build and round butt before ending just high enough on her thighs to not show her ass cheeks.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, potent man 's hand clamped down on her oral fissure from behind, grinding her lips against her teeth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight, wanted to scream, wanted to baulk in any way but, her terror frosty body refused to obey her screeching and jumbled intellect.
`` You just be nice and calm air, '' said a recondite, gravelly vocalization in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the hall are going to follow out animated. You do n't, '' the articulation trailed off and a silenced pistol slid into her vision.
Chelsea, her nous screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the articulation growled as the barrel of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her thinker cried out as tears fell from her heart. She nodded her head as vigorously as his hand would allow.
`` goodness, that 's good, '' he said, returning to a indulgent shade. `` 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 feeling exposed in the skimpy nighty. She looked up at the foreign man through tear streaked eyes.
His face was covered in, what looked to her like, a black goalie masquerade party with some kind of meshwork covering his centre. 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 little cutie. There is a very small chance that I could miss you with a heater if you were running but, being tied up like she is, I surely wo n't miss her. Get me ? ``
`` Yes, '' Kristen muttered.
`` Good, glad we understand each other. Now, I am going to ask some questions. You answer honestly. What is your figure ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, Graeco-Roman. 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, ''
White light erupted in Kristen 's head as his left fist injection forward, connecting with her tabernacle.
`` 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 awful lot. Now, apologize for lying. ``
`` I 'm dreary I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her care for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` Good. Now, who is the sexy fiddling nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the urge to try for a constabulary police officer swain lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it make you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her foreland, embarrassed.
`` It makes you take care sexy, '' he said. `` stall up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the black point where his oculus should be. `` I have a petty 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 rise 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 battlefront of him. She could feel his blot out eyes crawling over her body.
`` Yes, very pretty, '' he said. `` twisting for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt safe turning, not wanting him out of sight.
`` Much wagerer than money and, jewellery ca n't do this, '' he said, gesturing at the front of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the gibbousness pushing against his jean, it 's comportment confirming her fearfulness.
`` 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 block out face in stupor 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 threshold. By the way, the fake turtle statue is n't very ingenious. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, dark loo. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her fundament, tears of guilt and ignominy rolling down her cheeks. If I had n't left that damn key. If I had stopped to sing to my daughter.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few steps backward in society to pull the offstage back chair away from the wall. `` Over the nighty will be fine for now. No penury to rush affair, '' he added, sitting down in the crimson colored chairperson.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the story, raised her trembling hands and cupped her boob. Her nipples stabbed into her medal, harder from awe than she ever remembered from arousal but, utterly numb to her mite.
`` When was the finis prison term you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four years and three calendar month, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, aphrodisiac thing like you, '' Leo said in shock. `` In that fourth dimension I bet you could consume found a one thousand men who would be intimate to have sex you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, older. Hell, I bet you could fuck a one C guy rope 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 sorry to hear that, '' he said in mock sympathy. `` measure closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped closer, doing her honest, despite her fear and embarrassment, to act sexy and sensual.
`` What was his epithet, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as fresh, hot split spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a hand a footling crushed, '' he instructed.
She swallowed gruelling and forced her proper helping hand downward, feeling his gaze on the stead where her extremely grueling tit pushed against the slim silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a little guy, '' Leo asked, switching the gun to his leftfield hand.
`` Big. Almost as big as you, '' she replied, wishing he would n't ask anything else about the study.
`` So, you like big guys, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's good for me, '' he chuckled.
Kristen 's paw stopped trailing down the silk at the top of her slit.
`` Rub yourself through the nighty, '' he ordered, placing his right field helping hand on the huge bulge in his jeans.
Kristen 's in-between finger wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the rim of her bald pussy. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her slit was.
`` show me those titty, '' he said thickly. `` plosive speech sound rubbing them and pluck 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 kitty-cat.
`` You have glorious tits, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those pap ! I have seen a lot of boob and the pap on them but, I have only seen one set as foresightful, suckable, abusable and aphrodisiac as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the protuberance of his tool a footling faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self witting of her unusually retentive nipples.
`` face lifting up your nighty and read me your cunt, '' he ordered.
Her flower deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, denudate pussy little by little, eventually exposing it completely.
`` outdoors your legs, '' Leo instructed. `` I said show me your cunt and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her thigh apart, exposing her most individual soundbox part to the masked stranger.
`` Damn, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very pretty twat. Four years must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking Federal Reserve note of how much harder he rubbed his cock.
`` If your cunt is that pretty, I ca n't waitress to get a looking 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 little girl, and the two of you will do anything I say or, I will do affair that make you bid you had, '' he said in menacing sincerity.
Not my trivial miss, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, angelical young lady.
`` Now, here is what comes next, '' Leo said, grabbing her attention. `` You are going to go in the bathroom and pretty yourself up. Do your hair and makeup nice and sexy.
`` You will be in there for twenty proceedings. 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 slow, I will hurt your daughter. Do you empathize Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, awe for her daughter choking her words.
`` good, twenty mo 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 felon of her elbow and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the door, rattling the handle.
The hot seat from my conceitedness, she guessed. I 'm most likely locked in, she thought. Unwilling to examine the theory and risk Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her physical composition as the stereoscopic photograph in her sleeping room came to life. state euphony playing, Kristen focused on her task.
`` Kristen, grow off the light and come out now, '' he commanded through the doorway upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the light switch and pushing the door open.
Her eyes, accustomed to the light of the lav, where momentarily blind in the dimness of her candle lit bedroom.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eye adjusted enough to see her edge and gagged daughter.
The diminutive girl tried to cry out to her mother, the lyric becoming a meaningless squeal against the huge glob gag that stretched her jaw uncomfortably.
`` Oh my God Chelsea, '' Kristen said, sobbing as she dropped to her knees in nominal head of her chair bound daughter.
`` You did good in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very aphrodisiacal. Now, I will hold the gag out of Chelsea 's mouth. You have ten hour to do the same to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no prison term, consoling her scare daughter as she applied composition and fixed the little girl 's disheveled blonde curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten minutes. `` Now, I want you to reckon over there, '' he said, gesturing to the bedchamber door.
Kristen looked, after a moment, seeing the boards across the door. 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 minute, quickly recognizing the threat his hand on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and cuffed herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` Good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to untie you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to answer a few doubtfulness. mom, would you like to tell her the rest ? ``
`` Whatever he asks child, tell him the verity. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a fellow Chelsea, '' he asked, kneeling to begin releasing her ankles.
`` No, '' the miss 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 missy whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with male child ? ``
`` Tell him child, '' Kristen said, sending her girl 's hesitation.
`` wellspring, I kissed three different son, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as honest as possible. `` I let two advert my boobs, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched ones dick and let him touch my cunny lip, '' she blurted. Her blush darkened as she shot abashed glances at her mother.
`` Just your brim, '' 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 pickle, '' he asked.
`` Yes, '' she whispered, flexing and rubbing her now relinquish 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 fount turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the way to her mom 's night stall. She opened the drawer, pulled out the small, white vibrator and took it back to the big, masked alien.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry tree ! You are going to palpate expectant, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
Fear crossed Chelsea 's face as his words sank in. Tears built in her eyes, spilling down her cheek slowly.
`` Take me, '' Kristen cried. `` leave her alone and occupy me ! ``
Leo grabbed a handful of Chelsea 's hair and yanked the outcry 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 smart her and make her do it. Your pick mummy, '' he said, punctuating the terror by dragging the girl 's head back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, unable 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 illusion, 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-heeled to get but, it was a bit of hope.
mother and daughter embraced as Leo sat back down in the fender back chairwoman.
`` Kristen, contribute your daughter over here, '' he instructed after a second.
deal 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 okeh babe, '' Kristen said to her scared, shy daughter. `` See ? I 'm pretty much naked already. ``
She pulled the young woman 's T-shirt up and over her head, uncovering her petite amphetamine torso and a thickly padded pink bra.
`` one-half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter pull down and, pace out of, her white jammies shorts, exposing the girl 's Patrick White thong.
Kristen smiled at her embarrassed daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls cognise how sexy you are, '' Leo asked, letting his eyes play over them from behind his mask.
Mother and daughter shook their heads in unintentional unison.
`` well, I know, '' he said, rubbing his medal down the length of his straining turncock.
`` Chelsea, come sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The girl obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, round, barely wrap up ass on the stiffness of his cock.
`` That 's prissy, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare skin. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a deep breath and began to luxate out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her slight miss, slowly pushing his cock against her butt.
`` Is n't your mommy sexy, '' he asked the lady friend on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your bout to free some clothes, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one script. `` Take it off and bear witness me your sexy little breast, '' 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 footling titties ! And attend, tenacious nipples like your mamma. ``
Kristen looked at her topless girl. Her stave, a cup tit were perky and business firm and, topped with unusually tenacious pap.
Chelsea returned her mother 's gaze, for the first base time actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` Come here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hand up Chelsea 's petite consistence and covering her perky little tit with his big hand.
Kristen stepped tight, watching helplessly as the masked man groped her daughter.
`` Touch each other 's knocker, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his free script. He rubbed his cock against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my boobies when I was thirteen, Kristen thought as she placed her mitt on her girl 's minuscule, firm breast.
Chelsea put her hand on her mommy 's tit and began to rub. She had always been jealous of bigger chested girls and had secretly wondered what big booby felt like.
`` Kristen, show me your baby girl 's twat, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the girl 's long mammilla between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her daughter 's pantie off and coaxed her legs apart.
`` Very fucking nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, look at your little young lady 's cunt. ``
Kristen looked between her girl 's feast legs, rightfield at her bald, turgid pussy.
Leo caressed the girl 's pussy lips, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his fingerbreadth into her incision, letting Kristen see her girl 's fat snatch wrap itself around his big, harry finger.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` Okay missy, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the girls on either English of him. His big, powerful hands grabbed and touched the blonde mother and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, take 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 consequence, shocked not at the impressive size but, at the similarity between this putz and her late husband's.
In size and shape, they were identical. The solely differences being that, David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the nevus she had loved to kiss was n't above the unknown '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 mummy, '' he instructed the female child. `` Kristen, establish your daughter how to plow a veridical peter. ``
`` impart me your hand baby, '' Kristen said to her girl, taking the young woman 's modest hand and wrapping it around the scape of his dick. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to absorb cock, '' he ordered, pulling the still handgun from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's head. `` And sustain in mind, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my balls I shoot. You do anything but pass on me the ripe blowjob of your life, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, angry and scared but, powerless.
`` watch mommy, '' she said to her girl as she opened her mouth wide-eyed and took his prick inside.
It had been years since she had sucked a cock but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the ira and fearfulness, Kristen focused on the labor at deal. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the stranger 's peter trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focused, she did n't notice how intently her daughter was watching. The girl 's curiosity and clandestine sex effort held far Sir Thomas More powerfulness than her fear of the gun.
`` Your short girl wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her mouth off his cock and looked at her girl.
`` Okay sister, just put it in your oral cavity and suck. Do n't rub your dentition and do n't bite down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so screwing untimely, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her mouth around a unknown man 's massive dick.
She is a cancel, Kristen thought as her girl began giving a porn way blowjob.
`` Make her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his tool pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` Swallow sister, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't pitter-patter it out, unsay it like a just girl. ``
Fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own girl to swallow cum like a good girl.
You are also being raped, another voice said.
Kristen could n't argue that and pushed the thoughts away as she watched her girl swallow her first gear mouthful of cum.
`` Your little girl is a raw, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's thoughts.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the side arm and gestured his dupe to him. Without warning, he reached between their stage, slipping his fingers between their pussy lips.
`` Still a couple of dry cunts, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very hanker before I 'm ready to take a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the threat in his words.
Leo pulled his work force back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her daughter wet or, he would drive his huge tool into her dry, virgin slit. It was a win win situation for him.
He is going to rape my daughter and there is zilch 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 take my baby girl 's virginity by rape.
The only matter I can do for indisputable is pass water it less painful, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down baby, '' 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 perky little pap pointed at the ceiling, her blue center on her mother.
Kristen pushed her daughter 's legs apart and began moving between them.
`` No mamma, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close up her legs. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's wrongfulness ! ``
`` 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 hurt a lot more. If I lick you, I can make you wet. It wo n't wound as much, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, people say it 's wrong and, ''
`` I do n't care about people, '' Kristen said, cutting her girl off. `` I care about you so, relax, blank out about what is right or wrong and try to enjoy it, '' she told her daughter. Like I am going to try and relish it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom spread her legs and get between them.
Pretend it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. Pretend that the pretty little pussy belongs to one of the girls David used to bring home. Hell, just concenter on that plump, tight, bald, perfective little cunt.
Kristen felt her own pussy get strong as she slipped her tongue between the plump sassing of her daughter 's pussy. She took her time, easing the girl into it. Her warm, wet lingua worked it 's way into the teen 's cunt little by little.
Kristen licked at the edge of her daughter 's gob then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the smooth little bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her little little girl 's eyes as her spit dipped into the possibility of her hole.
Warm, slippery, cherubic tasting liquid covered Kristen 's lingua as her daughter became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her legs too as the combination of affair and naughtiness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her eyes going directly to Leo 's immense, surd cock.
`` Get your tongue out of your girl 's twat you nasty prostitute, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her frightened daughter.
`` Mommy, '' the daughter whispered.
`` What babe, '' 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 prick up to her small, virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her implements of war around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the promontory of his dick into her.
Chelsea tensed a small but, because of her mommy 's knife, it did n't smart to much.
Kristen watched the big rooster stretch her daughter 's petty pussy, watched it work it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to pierce in recollective, firmly accident. He pulled his turncock almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's body hard enough to produce her tiny tits jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eyes and let her organic structure react. Let her snatch find the pleasance in the pounding assault. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the sentence, 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 English, 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 ass God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the font behind the masque.
`` pa, '' Chelsea questioned in a blow out of the water scream.
`` Hi girls, '' he said as his massive tool finished pumping cum into his girl 's slit.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's thought. `` Well, legally, '' he said, slipping his cock out of his daughter and crawling off of her.
`` pop, how ? Why, '' Chelsea finally managed.
`` I guess I can try to explain, '' David said, putting his softening cock away. `` There is a lot you girls never knew about me. You never knew about my illegal bodily process or association. You never knew what I really did for a living and, you never knew about my family incest tradition.
`` A little over four and a half year ago, some very bad people decided they wanted me, and my kin, dead. At the like time, I had a beautiful girl, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy woman. I had tried to leave behind my family tradition behind but, it became hard. So, with citizenry wanting me dead and my needing to go, I faked my last. ``
`` You faked your decease 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 family line 's taboo tradition. This was the only way I could make it come about. ``
Kristen 's intellect reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to shout, cry, shoot down Jacques Louis David and hug him.
`` daddy, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm gladiolus you came back, '' she said, throwing her limb around his neck and pressing her naked dead body against him.
The chaos in Kristen 's mind stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the truth. She was gladiolus he was back too and, she could get used to night like this .