cool night air drifted through the clear window, pleasantly chilling her warm, damp, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the sleeping room, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the lav paries to the unfold windowpane.
She stood before the windowpane ending her center and breathing deeply of the light air. The silence of the night was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding fields and the occasional shout of a night bird in the woods.
It 's so peaceful and smooth, Kristen thought. So much proficient than the city. I made the mightily call. Even Chelsea is starting to wish it here.
A soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she replayed the consequence of the hold up six months.
Her generally calm, venerating, reasoning daughter had erupted at the decision to run out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every bromide in the book at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for sufficiency time to fine-tune next year. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't spend a penny me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her Junior twelvemonth of high school and celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the new house a week later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a piece time job, made a couple protagonist 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 perspiration dampened workout wearing apparel. She lifted her heart, trying to find her pajama, and caught her thoughtfulness in the broad length mirror directly across the room.
Her blue middle moved from her honey blonde Robert F. Curl to her small, pedicured metrical unit as she approached the antique mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her reflection. No grizzly hair. No furrow. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have pretty nice nipple too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup breasts. They may not be as high as they used to be but, they still feel good.
My mammilla are still as eagre as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her palm. She moved her men and looked at her long, dusky garden pink tit. She traced a fingerbreadth around her areola and over the hard, tender steer of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's eager, Kristen thought as a warmness scatter between her wooden leg.
Feeling a little naughty, and more aroused for feeling that way, Kristen began to slide her right handwriting down her stomach and over the unruffled, hair free pelt above her wet pussy.
She pulled her bridge player away from her pussy and let go of her tit as an approximation 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 huge, mostly unembellished quad with a glimpse at the slightly open door. I think in there, she decided.
tactual sensation naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the closet to the tall, white chest. She opened the second drawer down and began digging through the stacks of seldom worn wearing apparel.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the light blue, silk nighty from the bottom of the peck.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her straits.
The silk felt cool off and smooth as the garment fell into lieu against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even risque, sexier and Sir Thomas More aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, light gentle material looked serious against the still, creamy skin of her titty. Her long, hard nipple stood out in staring relief against the thin, light silk. Below her boob, the garment curved with her consistence, accentuating her hourglass figure and stave buns before ending just high 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 hand clamped down on her mouth from behind, grinding her lips against her dentition and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight, wanted to cry, wanted to resist in any way but, her affright icy body refused to obey her screaming and jumbled psyche.
`` You just be nice and calm, '' said a rich, gravelly spokesperson in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the hall are going to come out alive. You do n't, '' the voice trailed off and a silenced shooting iron slid into her imaginativeness.
Chelsea, her mind screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the spokesperson growled as the barrel of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her mind cried out as tear fell from her eyes. She nodded her head as vigorously as his hand would allow.
`` Good, that 's good, '' he said, returning to a diffuse flavour. `` 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 spirit 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 bootleg goalie masquerade with some variety of mesh covering his center. He was tall and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the approximation to make a run for it. Before you do, think about the little cutie. There is a very low luck that I could miss you with a hummer 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 former. Now, I am going to ask some questions. You answer honestly. What is your name ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, Greco-Roman. You may call me, Leo. What is the cutie 's figure ? ``
`` 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 xxx seven, she is only fifteen, delight do n't, ''
White light erupted in Kristen 's forefront as his left fist shot forward, connecting with her tabernacle.
`` I told you not to lie Kristen, '' he said, pointing the gun menacingly. `` I know she just turned xviii. I know where you both work. I know where you both hang out. I know an awfully lot. Now, justify for lying. ``
`` I 'm sorry I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her veneration for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` good. Now, who is the sexy short nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the impulse to try for a police officeholder boyfriend lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it make you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her head, embarrassed.
`` It makes you see aphrodisiacal, '' he said. `` stall up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the black patch where his eyes should be. `` I have a minuscule money and some jewelry. It 's yours if you want but please, leave me and Chelsea alone ? ``
`` I said stand up, '' he growled, pointing the gun at her face.
Kristen stood up slowly, feeling the silk of her nighty ascent and clinging to her eubstance as she did.
`` Money and jewelry, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her arms to her sides and stood in straw man of him. She could feel his veil center crawling over her body.
`` Yes, very pretty, '' he said. `` whirl for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt safe turning, not wanting him out of sight.
`` Much unspoilt than money and, jewelry ca n't do this, '' he said, gesturing at the front of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the extrusion pushing against his denim, it 's presence 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 disguised side in jounce 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 stake door. By the way, the misrepresent turtle statue is n't very canny. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, black closet. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her ft, tears of guilt and shame rolling down her cheeks. If I had n't left that red cent key. If I had stopped to verbalise to my girl.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few tone backward in fiat to draw out the flank back chair away from the wall. `` Over the nighty will be fine for now. No need to pelt along affair, '' he added, sitting down in the ruby colored president.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the floor, raised her trembling hands and cupped her titty. Her pap stabbed into her medallion, harder from reverence than she ever remembered from rousing but, utterly blunt to her touch modality.
`` When was the live time you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four years and three months, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, sexy matter like you, '' Leo said in shock. `` In that time I bet you could have found a G men who would eff to fuck you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, onetime. underworld, I bet you could make love a one C guys your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without dick ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` well, I 'm sorry to find out that, '' he said in mock fellow feeling. `` dance step finisher, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped closer, doing her best, despite her concern and superfluity, to act sexy and sultry.
`` What was his public figure, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as saucy, hot teardrop spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a script a little gloomy, '' he instructed.
She swallowed intemperate and forced her right hand downward, feeling his gaze on the place where her extremely unvoiced nipple pushed against the thin silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a small guy, '' Leo asked, switching the gun to his leave alone 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 practiced 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 manus on the huge prominence in his jeans.
Kristen 's in-between finger's breadth 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.
`` display me those titties, '' he said thickly. `` arrest rubbing them and pull your nighty down so I can see. ``
Kristen pulled the top of her nighty down, exposing her titty as she continued to rub at her dry, unaroused kitty.
`` You have splendid tits, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those mamilla ! I have seen a lot of titties and the tit on them but, I have only seen one set as long, suckable, abusable and sexy as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the swelling of his putz a short faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self conscious of her unusually farseeing tit.
`` Lift up your nighty and show me your pussy, '' he ordered.
Her flush deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, bald-headed pussy minuscule by niggling, eventually exposing it completely.
`` Open your stage, '' Leo instructed. `` I said show me your cunt and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her second joint apart, exposing her most private organic structure part to the masked stranger.
`` shit, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very pretty twat. Four years 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 hold back to get a look 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 fiddling girl, and the two of you will do anything I say or, I will do things that make you wish you had, '' he said in menacing sincerity.
Not my piddling girl, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, sweet girl.
`` Now, here is what comes next, '' Leo said, grabbing her tending. `` You are going to go in the bathroom and pretty yourself up. Do your pilus and composition 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 occur out early or come out not finished or too slow up, I will pain your daughter. Do you interpret Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fear for her daughter choking her words.
`` Good, XX moment starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the toilet, shutting the door behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the door, she buried her look in the crook of her cubitus and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the door, rattling the handgrip.
The chair from my vanity, she guessed. I 'm most likely locked in, she thought. Unwilling to try out the hypothesis and risk Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her war paint as the stereo in her bedroom came to biography. Country euphony playing, Kristen focused on her task.
`` Kristen, turn off the Christ Within and fare out now, '' he commanded through the door upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the Christ Within electric switch and pushing the threshold open.
Her middle, accustomed to the brightness of the privy, where momentarily dim in the dimness of her candle lit sleeping room.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eyes adjusted enough to see her bounce and gagged daughter.
The tiny 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 battlefront of her chair bound girl.
`` You did sound in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will shoot the gag out of Chelsea 's mouth. You have ten transactions to do the Saame to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no time, consoling her terrified daughter as she applied makeup and fixed the lady friend 's disheveled blonde curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten minutes. `` Now, I want you to see over there, '' he said, gesturing to the bedchamber room access.
Kristen looked, after a mo, seeing the add-in across the door. They where locked in.
`` Just wanted you to be mindful, '' 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 hired 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 loosen you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to serve a few questions. ma, would you wish to recount her the residual ? ``
`` Whatever he asks babe, tell him the truth. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a boyfriend Chelsea, '' he asked, kneeling to start out releasing her ankles.
`` No, '' the missy replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock astonishment. `` Pretty miss 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 sister, '' Kristen said, sending her daughter 's hesitation.
`` fountainhead, I kissed three different boys, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as honest as possible. `` I let two touch my bosom, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched ones dick and let him touch my cunny rim, '' she blurted. Her flush darkened as she shot embarrassed glances at her mother.
`` Just your brim, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his finger in your pussy ? ``
`` No, '' Chelsea replied, shaking her head.
`` Have you ever had anything in your hole, '' he asked.
`` Yes, '' she whispered, flexing and rubbing her now free people hands.
Chelsea hesitated, shooting a glance at her mom.
`` Tell him, '' Kristen shouted, afraid of her getting hurt.
`` I put my mom 's toy in me sometimes, '' Chelsea muttered, her look turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the room to her mom 's night rack. She opened the draftsman, pulled out the lowly, flannel vibrator and took it back to the big, mask stranger.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry ! You are going to feel heavy, '' 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. `` parting her alone and strike 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 help her do what I want or, I can hurt her and make her do it. Your choice Mommy, '' he said, punctuating the scourge by dragging the girl 's head back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, ineffectual to see her girl in pain.
`` Good, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's easier if you cooperate. ``
Like magic, a key appeared in his deal. 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 chairman.
`` Kristen, bring your daughter over here, '' he instructed after a instant.
hand in hired man, they stood before him.
`` Chelsea, I want to see you in your bra and panty, '' he said. `` Kristen, get her that way or I will. ``
`` It 's o.k. baby, '' Kristen said to her scared, shy girl. `` See ? I 'm pretty much naked already. ``
She pulled the girl 's t-shirt up and over her read/write head, uncovering her petite upper body and a thickly padded tap bra.
`` half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter pull down and, step out of, her white pj's shorts, exposing the girl 's Patrick White thong.
Kristen smiled at her embarrassed girl, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls know how sexy you are, '' Leo asked, letting his optic play over them from behind his mask.
mother and daughter shook their fountainhead in unintentional unison.
`` Well, I know, '' he said, rubbing his thenar down the distance of his straining cock.
`` Chelsea, fall sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The girl obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, round, barely covered ass on the hardness of his turncock.
`` That 's nice, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare skin. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a deeply breath and began to splay out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her little lady friend, 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 turn to unleash some wearing apparel, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one paw. `` claim it off and show me your aphrodisiacal little knocker, '' 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 lilliputian titties ! And look, farsighted nipples like your ma. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her round, a cup knocker were chirpy and firm and, topped with unusually long nipples.
Chelsea returned her mother 's gaze, for the number 1 sentence actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` Come here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hand up Chelsea 's bantam body and covering her chirpy little tit with his big handwriting.
Kristen stepped closer, watching helplessly as the masked man groped her daughter.
`` Touch each other 's pap, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his free hand. 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 daughter 's pocket-sized, solid breast.
Chelsea put her helping hand on her momma 's tit and began to rub. She had always been jealous of bigger chested miss and had secretly wondered what big bosom felt like.
`` Kristen, show me your baby little girl 's kitty-cat, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's early tit. He began gently rolling the miss 's prospicient tit between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her daughter 's panties off and coaxed her stage apart.
`` Very fucking nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, look at your little girl 's cunt. ``
Kristen looked between her daughter 's scatter legs, rightfulness at her bald, puffy pussy.
Leo caressed the young lady 's slit lip, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger into her slit, letting Kristen see her daughter 's fat cunt wrap itself around his big, beset finger's breadth.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` Okay girls, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the girl on either side of meat of him. His big, powerful custody grabbed and touched the blonde female parent and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, take my prick out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's dungaree. She reached inside and pulled out his huge cock.
She starred at it for a consequence, shocked not at the impressive size of it but, at the similarity between this hammer and her late husband's.
In size of it and shape, they were identical. The simply differences being that, St. David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the nevus she had loved to snog was n't above the alien '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 mommy, '' he instructed the girl. `` Kristen, exhibit your daughter how to manage a real tool. ``
`` Give me your hand child, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the girlfriend 's small hand and wrapping it around the shaft of his cock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to suck pecker, '' he ordered, pulling the silenced pistol from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's caput. `` And restrain in mind, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my clod I shoot. You do anything but give me the best cock sucking of your lifespan, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, angry and scared but, powerless.
`` vigil mommy, '' 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 peter but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the choler and awe, Kristen focused on the task at manus. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the unknown 's cock trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focused, she did n't notice how intently her daughter was watching. The little girl 's peculiarity and secret sex movement held far more ability than her veneration of the gun.
`` Your little girl wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her back talk off his dick and looked at her daughter.
`` Okay baby, just put it in your mouth and suck. Do n't rub your teeth and do n't prick down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so fucking wrong, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her mouthpiece around a foreign man 's massive dick.
She is a natural, Kristen thought as her girl began giving a erotica style cock sucking.
`` shuffling her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his cock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` Swallow child, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spit it out, swallow it like a in effect girl. ``
shag me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to swallow cum like a dear girl.
You are also being raped, another vox said.
Kristen could n't argue that and pushed the thoughts away as she watched her girl swallow up her first-class honours degree taste of cum.
`` Your niggling young woman is a born, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's thinking.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the pistol and gestured his victims to him. Without warning, he reached between their legs, slipping his fingerbreadth between their pussy lips.
`` Still a couple of dry cunts, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very long before I 'm ready to take a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the threat in his words.
Leo pulled his hands back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her girl wet or, he would force his huge tool into her dry, Virgo cunt. 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 unloose fast enough, we could n't get out fast enough, he is going to engage my child lady friend 's virginity by rape.
The only thing I can do for trusted is prepare 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 fiddling tits pointed at the ceiling, her blue sky eye on her mother.
Kristen pushed her daughter 's legs apart and began moving between them.
`` No mummy, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close her legs. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's untimely ! ``
`` infant, 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 wound a lot more. If I lick you, I can make you wet. It wo n't ache as often, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, people say it 's untimely and, ''
`` I do n't care about citizenry, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, blank out about what is right wing or faulty and try to savor it, '' she told her daughter. Like I am going to try and enjoy it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom spread her stage and get between them.
pretend it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. Pretend that the pretty footling pussy belongs to one of the girls David used to bring home. snake pit, just focus on that plump, tight, bald, stark little cunt.
Kristen felt her own cunt get warm as she slipped her tongue between the plump rim of her daughter 's pussy. She took her clock time, easing the miss into it. Her warm, wet tongue worked it 's way into the teen 's cunt little by little.
Kristen licked at the sharpness of her daughter 's trap then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the tranquil small bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her little girl 's eyes as her tongue dipped into the curtain raising of her hole.
Warm, slippery, confection tasting liquid covered Kristen 's natural language as her daughter became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her legs too as the combination of intimacy and mischievousness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her eyes going directly to Leo 's huge, intemperate cock.
`` Get your tongue out of your girl 's bitch you nasty whore, '' he growled. `` That mess is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her frightened daughter.
`` momma, '' 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 pegleg, lining his massive stopcock up to her belittled, vestal cunt.
Kristen wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the chief of his cock into her.
Chelsea tensed a fiddling but, because of her mummy 's tongue, it did n't hurt to much.
Kristen watched the big cock stretching her girl 's lilliputian pussy, watched it play it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to stuff in longer, harder cerebrovascular accident. He pulled his cock almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's body hard enough to make her tiny tits jiggle.
Chelsea closed her middle and let her organic structure react. Let her pussy find the pleasure in the pounding rape. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the metre, 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 early slope, she realized.
She thought fast and acted faster.
Kristen reached up quickly, grabbing Leo 's masque and ripping it off as he came in her daughter 's pussy.
`` Oh my fucking God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the font behind the mask.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea questioned in a blow out of the water scream.
`` Hi girls, '' he said as his massive dick finished pumping cum into his daughter 's cunt.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's view. `` Well, legally, '' he said, slipping his prick out of his daughter and crawling off of her.
`` Daddy, how ? Why, '' Chelsea finally managed.
`` I guess I can try to explain, '' St. David said, putting his softening tool away. `` There is a lot you girls never knew about me. You never knew about my illegal natural action or connections. You never knew what I really did for a keep and, you never knew about my household incest tradition.
`` A niggling over four and a half age ago, some very bad people decided they wanted me, and my family, dead. At the Lapplander time, I had a beautiful girl, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy adult female. I had tried to leave my kinfolk custom behind but, it became concentrated. So, with the great unwashed 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 years, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my kinsfolk 's taboo tradition. This was the lonesome way I could make it happen. ``
Kristen 's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream, cry, kill David and hug him.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm glad you came back, '' she said, throwing her arms around his neck opening and pressing her raw trunk against him.
The chaos in Kristen 's mind stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the truth. She was gladiola he was back too and, she could get used to Night like this .