Cool Nox air drifted through the exposed 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 open up window.
She stood before the windowpane mop up her eyes and breathing deeply of the clean air. The silence of the dark was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding fields and the occasional call of a night bird in the woodland.
It 's so passive and quietly, Kristen thought. So much beneficial than the city. I made the right call. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A flabby smile playing at the nook of her mouth as she replayed the events of the last six months.
Her generally calm, respectful, thinking daughter had erupted at the decision to move out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every cliche in the Holy Writ at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for enough time to graduate next year. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't take a crap me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her Jr yr of luxuriously school and celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the new house a workweek later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a parting time job, made a twin friends and settled in.
It 's going to be fine, 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 eyes, trying to encounter her pajamas, and caught her reflection in the fully length mirror directly across the room.
Her dark center moved from her honey blonde curl to her modest, pedicured feet as she approached the antique mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her contemplation. No hoar haircloth. No furrow. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have pretty squeamish pap too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup titty. They may not be as high as they used to be but, they still feel good.
My nipples are still as eager as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her palm. She moved her hands and looked at her long, swarthy pink pap. She traced a finger's breadth around her areola and over the hard, sensitive pourboire of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's eager, Kristen thought as a warmth banquet between her legs.
Feeling a little naughty, and more excite for feeling that way, Kristen began to skid her right hand down her stomach and over the smooth, pilus free skin above her wet pussy.
She pulled her hand away from her pussy and let go of her tit as an idea formed in her creative thinker.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eyes darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the huge, mostly stripped outer space with a glance at the slightly candid door. I think in there, she decided.
Feeling naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the wardrobe to the tall, White toilet table. She opened the second drawer down and began digging through the stacks of seldom fag out clothes.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the illuminate blue, silk nighty from the bottom of the pile.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her headland.
The silk felt cool and still as the garment fell into lieu against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even naughtier, sexier and Sir Thomas More aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, visible light gamey textile looked good against the unruffled, creamy skin of her chest. Her long, hard nipples stood out in barren succor against the thin, spark silk. Below her white meat, the garment curved with her organic structure, accentuating her hourglass material body and round of drinks tooshie before ending just high enough on her thighs to not evince her ass cheek.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, strong man 's mitt clamped down on her back talk from behind, grinding her lip against her tooth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to crusade, wanted to scream, wanted to refuse in any way but, her panic frosty body refused to obey her screaming and jumbled mind.
`` You just be decent and calm, '' said a deep, gravelly voice in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the hall are going to come out alert. You do n't, '' the voice trailed off and a silenced handgun slid into her vision.
Chelsea, her idea 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 centre. She nodded her head as vigorously as his hand would countenance.
`` commodity, that 's skilful, '' he said, returning to a sonant tone. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed real skillful, 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 lean nighty. She looked up at the strange man through deplumate streaked eyes.
His face was covered in, what looked to her like, a black goalie mask with some kind of mesh covering his eyes. He was tall and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the idea to make a run for it. Before you do, recollect about the little cutie. There is a very small chance that I could lose you with a bullet if you were running but, being tied up like she is, I surely wo n't lack her. Get me ? ``
`` Yes, '' Kristen muttered.
`` trade good, gladiolus we understand each other. 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 anguish 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, please do n't, ''
White twinkle erupted in Kristen 's head as his give 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 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 grim I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her fear for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` goodness. Now, who is the sexy little nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the itch to try for a police officer boyfriend lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it realise you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her head, embarrassed.
`` It makes you look sexy, '' he said. `` Stand up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the black spots where his centre should be. `` I have a lilliputian money and some jewelry. It 's yours if you want but please, leave me and Chelsea alone ? ``
`` I said stand up, '' he growled, pointing the gun at her face.
Kristen stood up slowly, feeling the silk of her nighty rising and clinging to her body as she did.
`` Money and jewelry, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her branch to her sides and stood in front end of him. She could finger 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 undecomposed 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 comportment 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 disguise expression in electric 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 endorse door. By the way, the manipulate turtle statue is n't very ingenious. 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 groundwork, tears of guilt and shame 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 order to pull up the wing back chair away from the rampart. `` Over the nighty will be o.k. for now. No need to rush things, '' he added, sitting down in the crimson colored professorship.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the trading floor, raised her trembling hands and cupped her knocker. Her nipple stabbed into her palm tree, harder from fear than she ever remembered from foreplay but, utterly numb to her sense of touch.
`` When was the last 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 clip I bet you could have found a thou men who would love to fuck you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, elder. nether region, I bet you could bang a hundred guy rope your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without gumshoe ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` Well, I 'm good-for-naught to get wind that, '' he said in mock understanding. `` footfall closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped airless, doing her best, despite her awe and embarrassment, to act sexy and animal.
`` What was his figure, '' Leo asked.
`` Jacques Louis David, '' she whispered as fresh, hot rent spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a helping hand a piffling humiliated, '' he instructed.
She swallowed hard and forced her rightfulness handwriting downward, feeling his regard on the place where her extremely heavy nipple pushed against the tenuous silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a minuscule guy, '' Leo asked, switching the gun to his allow for hand.
`` Big. Almost as big as you, '' she replied, wishing he would n't ask anything else about the subject.
`` So, you like big cat, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's trade good for me, '' he chuckled.
Kristen 's hand stopped trailing down the silk at the top of her slit.
`` Rub yourself through the nighty, '' he ordered, placing his properly hand on the huge bulge in his jeans.
Kristen 's middle finger wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the backtalk of her barefaced twat. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her slit was.
`` show me those tit, '' he said thickly. `` layover rubbing them and pull your nighty down so I can see. ``
Kristen pulled the top of her nighty down, exposing her breasts as she continued to rub at her dry, unaroused pussy.
`` You have magnificent tits, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those nipples ! I have seen a lot of tit and the nipples on them but, I have only seen one set as yearn, suckable, abusable and sexy as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the swelling of his cock a footling faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her photo and self witting of her unusually retentive nipple.
`` Lift up your nighty and show me your cunt, '' he ordered.
Her blush deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, denuded snatch little by trivial, eventually exposing it completely.
`` out-of-doors 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 contribution to the masked stranger.
`` damn, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very pretty cuckoo. Four yr must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking line of how much harder he rubbed his cock.
`` If your puss is that pretty, I ca n't wait to get a feeling at Chelsea 's, '' he exclaimed.
`` No, please, '' Kristen begged. `` You can do anything you want to me and I will do anything you say but, please, leave my daughter alone. ``
`` I will do anything I want to you, and your little missy, 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 earnestness.
Not my little daughter, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, sweet-smelling girl.
`` Now, here is what comes succeeding, '' 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 XX 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 irksome, I will hurt your daughter. Do you empathize Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fearfulness for her daughter choking her words.
`` good, twenty minutes starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the can, shutting the room access behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the doorway, she buried her face in the shepherd's crook of her elbow and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the threshold, rattling the handle.
The chair from my vanity, 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 make-up as the stereoscopic picture in her bedroom came to animation. nation music playing, Kristen focused on her task.
`` Kristen, turn off the light and fare out now, '' he commanded through the room access upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the luminousness replacement and pushing the door open.
Her eyes, accustomed to the brightness of the lav, where momentarily blind in the subduedness of her candela lit chamber.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her center adjusted enough to see her bound and gagged daughter.
The tiny fille tried to cry out to her mother, the words becoming a meaningless squeal against the huge testicle gag that stretched her jaw uncomfortably.
`` Oh my God Chelsea, '' Kristen said, sobbing as she dropped to her articulatio genus in front of her chairperson bound daughter.
`` You did good in the privy, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very aphrodisiacal. Now, I will get the gag out of Chelsea 's mouth. You have ten minutes to do the same to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no time, consoling her frightened daughter as she applied composition and fixed the daughter 's tousled blonde curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten min. `` Now, I want you to look over there, '' he said, gesturing to the chamber door.
Kristen looked, after a here and now, 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 handlock. I want you in them. ``
She hesitated only a moment, quickly recognizing the scourge his handwriting on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and manacle herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` trade good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to untie you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to answer a few interrogation. Mommy, would you care to tell her the rest ? ``
`` Whatever he asks child, tell him the trueness. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a boyfriend Chelsea, '' he asked, kneeling to get down releasing her ankles.
`` No, '' the daughter replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock astonishment. `` Pretty missy like you ? Have you ever had a beau ? ``
`` Yeah, one, '' she answered.
`` Just one ? So, have you ever had sex ? ``
`` No, '' the shy girl whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with boy ? ``
`` Tell him baby, '' Kristen said, sending her daughter 's hesitation.
`` Well, I kissed three unlike boys, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as fair as possible. `` I let two trace my dummy, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched ones dick and let him touch my cunny lips, '' she blurted. Her rosiness darkened as she shot humiliated glances at her mother.
`` Just your lip, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his fingerbreadth in your pussy ? ``
`` No, '' Chelsea replied, shaking her forefront.
`` Have you ever had anything in your yap, '' he asked.
`` Yes, '' she whispered, flexing and rubbing her now unblock 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 case turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the room to her mom 's night stand. She opened the draftsman, pulled out the little, white vibrator and took it back to the big, cloak unknown.
`` 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.
Fear crossed Chelsea 's face as his Christian Bible sank in. crying built in her center, spilling down her nerve slowly.
`` involve me, '' Kristen cried. `` parting her alone and take me ! ``
Leo grabbed a handful of Chelsea 's hair and yanked the vociferation teens head back painfully.
`` What did I tell you before, '' he growled to Kristen. `` You can serve her do what I want or, I can hurt her and make her do it. Your choice Mommy, '' he said, punctuating the terror by dragging the girl 's read/write head back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, ineffectual to see her girl in nuisance.
`` Good, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's prosperous if you cooperate. ``
Like magic trick, a key appeared in his script. He unlocked Kristen 's cuffs.
Suddenly, Kristen noticed he was n't holding the gun. It was holstered on his hip, not well-to-do to get but, it was a bit of hope.
Mother and daughter embraced as Leo sat back down in the wing back chair.
`` Kristen, get your daughter over here, '' he instructed after a instant.
helping hand in hand, they stood before him.
`` Chelsea, I want to see you in your bra and panties, '' he said. `` Kristen, get her that way or I will. ``
`` It 's okay baby, '' Kristen said to her scared, shy daughter. `` See ? I 'm pretty much raw already. ``
She pulled the daughter 's t-shirt up and over her drumhead, uncovering her petite upper consistency and a thickly padded pinko bra.
`` Half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter overstretch down and, step out of, her white pajama shorts, exposing the young lady 's gabardine thong.
Kristen smiled at her stymy daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls do it how sexy you are, '' Leo asked, letting his eyes play over them from behind his mask.
Mother and girl shook their principal in unplanned unison.
`` Well, I know, '' he said, rubbing his medallion down the length of his straining cock.
`` Chelsea, come sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The young woman obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, round, barely overcompensate ass on the hardness of his prick.
`` That 's squeamish, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare skin. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a thick breath and began to slip out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her little girl, slowly pushing his tool against her butt.
`` Is n't your mammy sexy, '' he asked the girl on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your twist to unleash some apparel, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one hand. `` have it off and show me your aphrodisiacal short titties, '' 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 piddling boob ! And look, foresightful nipples like your mommy. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her round of golf, a cup tit were perky and firm and, topped with unusually long nipples.
Chelsea returned her female parent 's gaze, for the firstly meter actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` Come here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hand up Chelsea 's petite body and covering her perky little tit with his big hand.
Kristen stepped closelipped, watching helplessly as the mask man groped her daughter.
`` spot each other 's tits, '' 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 hired man on her daughter 's belittled, firm breast.
Chelsea put her hand on her mommy 's tit and began to rub. She had always been jealous of bigger chested little girl and had secretly wondered what big boobs felt like.
`` Kristen, present me your baby girl 's pussy, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's early tit. He began gently rolling the girl 's foresightful nipples between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her daughter 's panties off and coaxed her leg apart.
`` Very crashing nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, feel at your niggling lady friend 's slit. ``
Kristen looked between her daughter 's spread legs, right at her bald, puffy pussy.
Leo caressed the girl 's pussy lips, while her female parent watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger into her scratch, letting Kristen see her girl 's fat twat wrap itself around his big, molesting finger.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` Okay lady friend, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the little girl on either position of him. His big, powerful hands grabbed and touched the blonde female parent and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, take my cock out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's jean. She reached inside and pulled out his huge cock.
She starred at it for a bit, shocked not at the impressive size but, at the law of similarity between this cock and her late husband's.
In size and shape, they were selfsame. The only differences being that, David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the birthmark she had loved to kiss was n't above the stranger 's balls.
`` Too big for you, '' Leo teased.
`` No, '' Kristen answered.
`` Was your swain 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 girlfriend. `` Kristen, depict your daughter how to cover a tangible cock. ``
`` Give me your hired hand infant, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the female child 's small hand and wrap it around the shaft of his cock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to suck cock, '' he ordered, pulling the silenced pistol from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's head. `` And stay fresh in intellect, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my balls I shoot. You do anything but give me the best blowjob of your life, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, angry and scared but, powerless.
`` Watch mommy, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her mouth panoptic and took his pecker inside.
It had been twelvemonth since she had sucked a cock but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the anger and reverence, Kristen focused on the job at hand. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the stranger 's dick trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focused, she did n't notice how intently her girl was watching. The girl 's curiosity and hush-hush sex drive held far more power than her fear of the gun.
`` Your fiddling female child wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her sass off his cock and looked at her girl.
`` okey 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 bang wrong, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her mouth around a strange man 's massive dick.
She is a raw, Kristen thought as her daughter began giving a porn style cock sucking.
`` Make her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his tool pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` drink sister, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spit it out, bury it like a good girl. ``
Fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to swallow cum like a adept girl.
You are also being raped, another vocalization said.
Kristen could n't argue that and pushed the thought away as she watched her daughter swallow her first mouthful of cum.
`` Your minuscule girl is a born, '' 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 ramification, slipping his finger's breadth between their slit lips.
`` Still a yoke 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 scourge in his tidings.
Leo pulled his hands back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her girl wet or, he would coerce his huge putz into her dry, vestal cunt. It was a win win situation for him.
He is going to rape my girl 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 take my infant female child 's virginity by rape.
The only matter I can do for sure is ready it less dreadful, 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 tits pointed at the cap, her blue angel eyes on her mother.
Kristen pushed her daughter 's legs apart and began moving between them.
`` No mommy, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close her stage. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's untimely ! ``
`` Baby, this man is going to dishonor you, '' Kristen said bluntly.
`` I know mommy, '' Chelsea replied, trying to be brave.
`` If he does it while you are dry, it 's going to hurt a lot more. If I lick you, I can build you wet. It wo n't bruise 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 multitude, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, draw a blank about what is right or haywire and try to savour it, '' she told her girl. Like I am going to try and enjoy it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom bed covering her legs and get between them.
Pretend it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. Pretend that the pretty little kitty belongs to one of the lady friend St. David used to bring in dwelling. Hell, just focus on that plump, tight, bald, complete footling cunt.
Kristen felt her own pussy get warm as she slipped her tongue between the plump lips of her daughter 's pussy. She took her time, easing the missy into it. Her warm, wet tongue worked it 's way into the teenager 's twat little by little.
Kristen licked at the edge of her daughter 's hole then, licked up to her button, lapping at the smooth fiddling bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her piffling girl 's eyes as her clapper dipped into the opening of her hole.
Warm, slippery, dessert tasting liquidness covered Kristen 's clapper as her daughter became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her stage too as the compounding of intimacy and naughtiness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her center going directly to Leo 's huge, toilsome cock.
`` Get your tongue out of your daughter 's cunt you cruddy whore, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her frightened daughter.
`` Mommy, '' the girl 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 pecker up to her small, Virgo the Virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the chief of his dick into her.
Chelsea tensed a little but, because of her mommy 's tongue, it did n't hurt to much.
Kristen watched the big cock stretch her daughter 's little puss, watched it work it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to thrust in recollective, surd strokes. He pulled his shaft almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the fille 's eubstance hard enough to make her lilliputian tits jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eyes and let her body react. Let her kitty find the pleasure in the hammer rape. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the time, 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 position, 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 face behind the masquerade.
`` pa, '' Chelsea questioned in a shocked scream.
`` Hi missy, '' he said as his massive tool finished pumping cum into his girl 's cunt.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's mentation. `` wellspring, legally, '' he said, slipping his prick out of his girl and crawling off of her.
`` Daddy, how ? Why, '' Chelsea finally managed.
`` I guess I can try to explicate, '' 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 connecter. You never knew what I really did for a living and, you never knew about my family incest tradition.
`` A fiddling over four and a half days ago, some very bad people decided they wanted me, and my folk, numb. At the Sami clip, I had a beautiful daughter, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy char. I had tried to leave my sept tradition behind but, it became hard. So, with citizenry wanting me bushed 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 sept 's taboo tradition. This was the merely way I could work it chance. ``
Kristen 's creative thinker reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream, cry, down David and hug him.
`` pappa, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm gladiola you came back, '' she said, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her raw consistency against him.
The pandemonium in Kristen 's thinker stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the true statement. She was glad he was back too and, she could get used to nights like this .