Cool night air drifted through the opened windowpane, pleasantly chilling her warm, damp, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the bedroom, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the john bulwark to the unresolved window.
She stood before the windowpane completion her oculus and breathing deeply of the strip air. The silence of the nighttime was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding fields and the periodic call of a night bird in the wood.
It 's so peaceable and quiet, Kristen thought. So much unspoilt than the metropolis. I made the right yell. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A soft smile acting at the corners of her lip as she replayed the events of the finis six calendar month.
Her generally calm, respectful, reasoning daughter had erupted at the decision to move out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every platitude in the book at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for plenty time to graduate following year. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't urinate me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her Junior year of high school and celebrated her eighteenth natal day in the new theater a week later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a component part clip job, made a distich acquaintance and settled in.
It 's going to be okay, Kristen assured herself, turning from the window.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the trading floor with her sweat dampened workout clothes. She lifted her middle, trying to find her pajamas, and caught her observation in the full distance mirror directly across the room.
Her amobarbital sodium heart moved from her honey blonde curls to her humble, pedicured invertebrate foot as she approached the antique mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her reflection. No grey hair. No crease. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have moderately prissy tit 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 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 nipples. She traced a finger around her ring of color and over the backbreaking, sensitive tip of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's eager, Kristen thought as a fondness banquet between her legs.
Feeling a picayune naughty, and to a greater extent conjure for feeling that way, Kristen began to slew her justly hand down her stomach and over the smooth, hair free skin above her wet pussy.
She pulled her hand away from her pussy and let go of her tit as an mind formed in her brain.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eye darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the huge, mostly scanty space with a glance at the slightly heart-to-heart room access. I think in there, she decided.
tactile sensation naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the water closet to the tall, white bureau. She opened the second drawer down and began digging through the stacks of seldom outwear clothes.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the light blue, silk nighty from the tail end of the pile.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her head.
The silk felt cool and unruffled as the garment fell into topographic point against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even naughtier, aphrodisiacal and to a greater extent aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, light blue material looked good against the smooth, creamy pelt of her tit. Her long, hard nipples stood out in arrant relief against the thin out, light silk. Below her breasts, the garment curved with her body, accentuating her hourglass digit and round ass before ending just high enough on her thighs to not show her ass boldness.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, strong man 's hired man clamped down on her mouthpiece from behind, grinding her lips against her tooth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight, wanted to yell, wanted to refuse in any way but, her terror frozen organic structure refused to obey her screaming and jumbled mind.
`` You just be squeamish and sedate, '' said a cryptic, gravelly representative 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 articulation trailed off and a silenced shooting iron slid into her visual modality.
Chelsea, her thinker screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the voice growled as the bbl of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her psyche cried out as tears fell from her eyes. She nodded her nous as vigorously as his mitt would allow.
`` goodness, that 's good, '' he said, returning to a delicate tone. `` 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 tone exposed in the lean nighty. She looked up at the unusual man through tear streaked eyes.
His expression was covered in, what looked to her like, a black netminder masquerade with some form of mesh covering his center. He was tall and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the idea to stool a run for it. Before you do, call back about the piddling cutie. There is a very small hazard that I could drop you with a bullet train 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 question. You answer honestly. What is your public figure ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, Graeco-Roman. You may holler 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 dubiousness, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am thirty seven, she is only xv, please do n't, ''
Patrick Victor Martindale White visible light erupted in Kristen 's head as his allow fist jibe forward, connecting with her temple.
`` I told you not to lie Kristen, '' he said, pointing the gun menacingly. `` I know she just turned eighteen. I know where you both work. I know where you both hang out. I know an awful lot. Now, apologize for lying. ``
`` I 'm sorry I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her concern for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` Good. Now, who is the aphrodisiacal little nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the urge to try for a police force officer boyfriend lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it urinate you experience sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her head, embarrassed.
`` It makes you look aphrodisiac, '' he said. `` standstill up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the black spots where his eyes should be. `` I have a little money and some jewellery. It 's yours if you want but please, leave me and Chelsea alone ? ``
`` I said stand up, '' he growled, pointing the gun at her face.
Kristen stood up slowly, feeling the silk of her nighty uprising and clinging to her body as she did.
`` Money and jewellery, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her implements of war to her face and stood in front of him. She could feel his hide out 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 improve 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 bearing 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 masked look in impact 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 door. By the way, the fake turtle statue is n't very apt. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, dark closet. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her feet, binge of guilt and shame rolling down her buttock. If I had n't left that tinker's damn key. If I had stopped to talk to my girl.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few whole tone backward in order to pull the wing back chair away from the wall. `` Over the nighty will be very well for now. No need to rush affair, '' he added, sitting down in the crimson colored chair.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the floor, raised her trembling custody and cupped her bosom. Her nipples stabbed into her thenar, harder from fear than she ever remembered from arousal but, utterly benumbed to her mite.
`` When was the hold up meter you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four long time and three month, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, sexy thing like you, '' Leo said in shock. `` In that time I bet you could throw found a thousand men who would jazz to sleep together you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, older. blaze, I bet you could have a go at it a century guy cable your girl 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without hawkshaw ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` Well, I 'm good-for-naught to hear that, '' he said in mock sympathy. `` Step closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped airless, doing her best, despite her concern and embarrassment, to act aphrodisiac and sensual.
`` What was his name, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as fresh, hot teardrop spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a mitt a little lower, '' he instructed.
She swallowed surd and forced her right bridge player downward, feeling his gaze on the place where her extremely intemperate nipple pushed against the thin silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a low guy, '' Leo asked, switching the gun to his give hand.
`` Big. Almost as big as you, '' she replied, wishing he would n't ask anything else about the subject.
`` So, you like big guys, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's good for me, '' he chuckled.
Kristen 's hired man stopped trailing down the silk at the top of her slit.
`` Rub yourself through the nighty, '' he ordered, placing his right deal on the huge hump in his jeans.
Kristen 's centre finger wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the back talk of her bald pussy. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her slit was.
`` Show me those tit, '' he said thickly. `` stopover rubbing them and pull up your nighty down so I can see. ``
Kristen pulled the top of her nighty down, exposing her knocker as she continued to rub at her dry, unaroused pussy.
`` You have splendid nipple, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those nipples ! I have seen a lot of titties and the nipple on them but, I have only seen one set as farsighted, suckable, abusable and sexy as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the hump of his cock a little faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self witting of her unusually long nipples.
`` Lift up your nighty and show me your pussy, '' he ordered.
Her bang deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, bald-headed pussy trivial by trivial, eventually exposing it completely.
`` Open your peg, '' Leo instructed. `` I said show me your slit and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her second joint apart, exposing her most common soldier body part to the masked stranger.
`` hoot, '' 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 wait 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, delight, leave my daughter alone. ``
`` I will do anything I want to you, and your little young woman, and the two of you will do anything I say or, I will do things that make you care you had, '' he said in menacing sincerity.
Not my little girl, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, cherubic girl.
`` Now, here is what comes next, '' Leo said, grabbing her care. `` 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 moment. When I say come out, you better come out fast and sexy. If you try to come out early or occur out not finished or too sluggish, I will hurt your daughter. Do you empathize Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, reverence for her daughter choking her words.
`` Good, twenty arcminute 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 human face in the twist 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 test the theory and risk Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her make-up as the stereo in her bedroom came to life. rural area music playing, Kristen focused on her chore.
`` Kristen, grow off the light and come out now, '' he commanded through the room access upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the light replacement and pushing the doorway open.
Her oculus, accustomed to the brightness of the can, where momentarily blind in the faintness of her candle lit chamber.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eyes adjusted enough to see her bound and gagged daughter.
The flyspeck miss tried to cry out to her mother, the words becoming a nonmeaningful squeal against the huge ball gag that stretched her jaw uncomfortably.
`` Oh my God Chelsea, '' Kristen said, sobbing as she dropped to her knees in movement of her chair bound daughter.
`` You did proficient in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very aphrodisiac. Now, I will take the gag out of Chelsea 's mouth. You have ten instant to do the Saame to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no time, consoling her panicked girl as she applied composition and fixed the female child 's disheveled blond curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten minutes. `` Now, I want you to front over there, '' he said, gesturing to the bedroom threshold.
Kristen looked, after a here and now, 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 moment, quickly recognizing the threat his hand on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and manacle herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` commodity, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to untie you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to serve a few questions. Mommy, would you like to recount her the rest ? ``
`` Whatever he asks baby, tell him the truth. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a boyfriend Chelsea, '' he asked, kneeling to begin releasing her ankles.
`` No, '' the little girl replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock astonishment. `` 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 young woman whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with son ? ``
`` Tell him baby, '' Kristen said, sending her daughter 's hesitation.
`` well, I kissed three different boys, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as honest as possible. `` I let two tint my boobs, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched one dick and let him touch my cunny mouth, '' she blurted. Her bloom darkened as she shot embarrassed glances at her mother.
`` Just your mouth, '' 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 gob, '' he asked.
`` Yes, '' she whispered, flexing and rubbing her now disengage 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 face turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the room to her mom 's Night stand. She opened the drawer, pulled out the small, white vibrator and took it back to the big, disguise 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.
care crossed Chelsea 's brass as his actor's line sank in. split built in her optic, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` Take me, '' Kristen cried. `` Leave her alone and take me ! ``
Leo grabbed a handful of Chelsea 's pilus 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 threat by dragging the girl 's head back farther.
`` O.K., I 'll join forces, '' Kristen agreed, unable to see her girl in pain.
`` good, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's sluttish if you cooperate. ``
Like magic, a key appeared in his helping hand. He unlocked Kristen 's cuffs.
Suddenly, Kristen noticed he was n't holding the gun. It was holstered on his hip, not loose to get but, it was a bit of hope.
Mother and daughter embraced as Leo sat back down in the wing back chair.
`` Kristen, bring your girl over here, '' he instructed after a second.
Hand in mitt, 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 often defenseless already. ``
She pulled the girl 's t-shirt up and over her head, uncovering her lilliputian pep pill body and a thickly padded garden pink bra.
`` Half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter tear down and, step out of, her white pajama shorts, exposing the girl 's white thong.
Kristen smiled at her chagrined daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls know how sexy you are, '' Leo asked, letting his eyes play over them from behind his mask.
Mother and girl shook their pass in unplanned unison.
`` fountainhead, I know, '' he said, rubbing his palm down the length of his straining cock.
`` Chelsea, come 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 pecker.
`` That 's nice, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare pelt. `` 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 petty young woman, slowly pushing his cock against her butt.
`` Is n't your mommy sexy, '' he asked the miss on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your routine to unloose some clothes, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one hand. `` Take it off and show me your sexy fiddling 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 gracious slight boob ! And look, long mamilla like your mommy. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her round, a cup tits were chirpy and firm and, topped with unusually longsighted pap.
Chelsea returned her mother 's regard, for the first time actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` Come here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his helping hand up Chelsea 's petite body and covering her perky little tit with his big hired man.
Kristen stepped closer, watching helplessly as the masked man groped her daughter.
`` touch sensation each other 's tits, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his free hand. He rubbed his turncock against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my pinhead when I was baker's dozen, Kristen thought as she placed her bridge player on her daughter 's little, steady breast.
Chelsea put her hand on her momma 's tit and began to rub. She had always been jealous of grown chested young lady and had secretly wondered what big dumbbell felt like.
`` Kristen, show me your baby girl 's kitty, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the girl 's retentive nipples between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her girl 's panties off and coaxed her ramification apart.
`` Very fucking nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, looking at your little girl 's snatch. ``
Kristen looked between her daughter 's spread head legs, right wing at her bald, puffy pussy.
Leo caressed the girl 's snatch lips, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger into her scratch, letting Kristen see her daughter 's fat cunt wrap itself around his big, plague fingerbreadth.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` OK daughter, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the girls on either side of him. His big, powerful hired man grabbed and touched the blond mother and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, take my cock out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's blue jean. She reached inside and pulled out his vast cock.
She starred at it for a minute, shocked not at the impressive sizing but, at the law of similarity between this cock and her late husband's.
In size and build, they were identical. The only deviation being that, St. David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the birthmark she had loved to kiss 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 little girl. `` Kristen, show your daughter how to handle a real number cock. ``
`` Give me your paw baby, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the young woman 's little deal and wrapping it around the shaft of his cock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to draw cock, '' he ordered, pulling the silenced pistol from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's head. `` And keep on in mind, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my clump I shoot. You do anything but give me the well blowjob of your life, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, angry and scared but, powerless.
`` picket ma, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her mouth encompassing and took his stopcock inside.
It had been days since she had sucked a cock but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the anger and fear, Kristen focused on the task at paw. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the unknown 's dick trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so center, she did n't notice how intently her daughter was watching. The young lady 's curiosity and secret sex drive held far more power than her fear of the gun.
`` Your lilliputian girl wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her sassing off his tool and looked at her daughter.
`` Okay baby, just put it in your rima oris and suck. Do n't rub your teeth and do n't bite down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so screwing wrongly, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her mouth around a strange man 's massive dick.
She is a innate, Kristen thought as her daughter began giving a porn style blowjob.
`` Make her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his cock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` Swallow baby, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spue it out, bury it like a estimable lady friend. ``
Fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to swallow cum like a honest girl.
You are also being raped, another voice said.
Kristen could n't debate that and pushed the opinion away as she watched her girl swallow up her first taste of cum.
`` Your short young woman is a natural, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's thinking.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the side arm and gestured his victims to him. Without warning, he reached between their ramification, slipping his fingers between their kitty-cat lips.
`` Still a brace of dry cunts, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very yearn before I 'm ready to take a stripling 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the threat in his language.
Leo pulled his custody back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her daughter wet or, he would thrust his huge cock into her dry, Virgo cunt. It was a win win position 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 withdraw my baby fille 's virginity by rape.
The merely thing I can do for sure is make it less unspeakable, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down child, '' 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 chirpy lilliputian teat pointed at the ceiling, her profane oculus on her mother.
Kristen pushed her girl 's branch apart and began moving between them.
`` No mommy, '' Chelsea cried, trying to come together her leg. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's unseasonable ! ``
`` Baby, this man is going to plunder 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 a good deal, '' 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 daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, blank out about what is rightfulness or unseasonable and try to enjoy it, '' she told her daughter. Like I am going to try and enjoy it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom spread her legs and get between them.
make-believe it 's not your girl, Kristen urged herself. hazard that the pretty small pussycat belongs to one of the girls David used to bring house. Hell, just focus on that plump, miserly, bald, perfect minuscule cunt.
Kristen felt her own kitty get warm as she slipped her tongue between the plump lips of her daughter 's puss. She took her sentence, easing the girl into it. Her warm, wet tongue worked it 's way into the teen 's snatch little by little.
Kristen licked at the edge of her daughter 's hole then, licked up to her button, lapping at the smooth out little bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her minuscule girl 's centre as her spit dipped into the possibility of her hole.
Warm, slippery, sweet tasting liquid covered Kristen 's tongue 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 naughtiness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her eyes going directly to Leo 's huge, arduous cock.
`` Get your knife out of your daughter 's cunt you nasty whore, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her panicked daughter.
`` Mommy, '' the daughter whispered.
`` What child, '' Kristen asked.
`` If I liked that, am I bad, '' Chelsea asked nervously.
`` Not any more bad than me, '' Kristen replied smiling. `` I liked it too. ``
Leo positioned himself between Chelsea 's legs, lining his massive cock up to her small, Virgo cunt.
Kristen wrapped her arms around her girl, holding her as he thrust the chief of his dick into her.
Chelsea tensed a little but, because of her mama 's tongue, it did n't hurt to much.
Kristen watched the big cock stretch her daughter 's petty pussy, watched it work it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to squeeze in yearner, intemperate strokes. He pulled his cock almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's body hard enough to make her bantam breast jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eyes and let her body react. Let her pussy find the pleasure in the pounding rapine. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the time, a interpreter said in Kristen 's capitulum as she watched both Chelsea and, more importantly, Leo loose themselves in the moment.
His gun is on the other face, she realized.
She thought fast and acted faster.
Kristen reached up quickly, grabbing Leo 's mask and ripping it off as he came in her daughter 's pussy.
`` Oh my fucking God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the face behind the mask.
`` daddy, '' Chelsea questioned in a scandalize scream.
`` Hi little girl, '' he said as his monolithic turncock finished pumping cum into his girl 's slit.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's thought. `` wellspring, legally, '' he said, slipping his putz out of his girl and crawling off of her.
`` dad, 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 activities or connexion. You never knew what I really did for a livelihood and, you never knew about my mob incest tradition.
`` A slight over four and a one-half age ago, some very bad people decided they wanted me, and my home, dead. At the same time, I had a beautiful girl, blossoming into a beautiful and aphrodisiacal charwoman. I had tried to will my family tradition behind but, it became laborious. So, with multitude 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 age, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my house 's taboo tradition. This was the only way I could make it come about. ``
Kristen 's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream, cry, shoot down David and hug him.
`` pop, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm glad you came back, '' she said, throwing her implements of war around his neck and pressing her naked organic structure against him.
The chaos in Kristen 's mind stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the truth. She was sword lily he was back too and, she could get used to nights like this .