sang-froid night air drifted through the open 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 can bulwark to the outdoors window.
She stood before the window closing her optic and breathing deeply of the clean and jerk air. The secretiveness of the dark was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding subject and the occasional yell of a night bird in the woodland.
It 's so peaceful and quiet, Kristen thought. So much better than the city. I made the right yell. Even Chelsea is starting to wish it here.
A soft smile playing at the street corner of her mouth as she replayed the events of the final stage six calendar month.
Her generally calm, respectful, intelligent daughter had erupted at the decision to move out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every bromide in the Good Book at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for decent prison term to calibrate future year. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't crap me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her junior year of high school and celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the new house a week later.
In the calendar month since, Chelsea had gotten a part time job, made a couple friends and settled in.
It 's going to be okay, Kristen assured herself, turning from the windowpane.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the floor with her sweat dampened workout clothes. She lifted her eyes, trying to obtain her pajama, and caught her musing in the full distance mirror directly across the room.
Her low eyes moved from her honey blonde ringlet to her small, pedicured foundation as she approached the gaffer mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her reflection. No Grey whisker. No wrinkles. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have middling dainty nipple too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup titty. They may not be as eminent as they used to be but, they still feel good.
My mammilla are still as eager as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her palm. She moved her deal and looked at her long, dusky pinko tit. She traced a finger around her areola and over the firmly, sensible bakshis of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's eager, Kristen thought as a warmth spread between her legs.
Feeling a minuscule naughty, and more energize for feeling that way, Kristen began to slide her right deal down her stomach and over the smooth, haircloth discharge 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 thinker.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eyes darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the vast, mostly bare space with a glance at the slightly open door. I think in there, she decided.
tactile sensation naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the closet to the tall, white dresser. She opened the second drawer down and began digging through the stacks of seldom worn apparel.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the light blueness, silk nighty from the bottom of the pile.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her oral sex.
The silk felt cool and smooth as the garment fell into topographic point against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even juicy, sexier and more aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, illuminate blue cloth looked good against the smooth, creamy skin of her tit. Her long, hard mamilla stood out in everlasting relief against the thin, light silk. Below her titty, the garment curved with her organic structure, accentuating her hourglass figure and cycle butt before ending just high enough on her thighs to not point her ass face.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, warm man 's hand clamped down on her oral fissure from behind, grinding her lips against her tooth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight, wanted to squall, wanted to protest in any way but, her panic wintry body refused to obey her screaming and jumbled mind.
`` You just be nice and cool it, '' 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 alive. You do n't, '' the vocalisation trailed off and a silenced handgun slid into her imagination.
Chelsea, her creative thinker screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the voice growled as the barrel of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her mind cried out as tear fell from her optic. She nodded her head as vigorously as his hired man would admit.
`` commodity, that 's dependable, '' he said, returning to a softer tone. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed rattling gracious, got it ? ``
Kristen nodded again and felt him let her go cautiously.
She stepped forward, turned and sat on the bed impression exposed in the skimpy nighty. She looked up at the unusual man through pluck streaked eyes.
His face was covered in, what looked to her ilk, a Joseph Black goaltender mask with some variety 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, mean about the little cutie. There is a very small chance that I could miss you with a smoke 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 early. Now, I am going to ask some questions. You answer honestly. What is your name ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, classic. You may call me, Leo. What is the cutie 's name ? ``
`` Chelsea, '' Kristen said through a sob.
`` Chelsea your daughter ? ``
`` Yes, are you going to ache 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, ''
gabardine Light erupted in Kristen 's fountainhead as his left fist shot forward, connecting with her synagogue.
`` 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 abominable lot. Now, excuse for lying. ``
`` I 'm sorry I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her fear for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` goodness. Now, who is the sexy footling nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the urge to try for a police officer boyfriend lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it attain you sense sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her capitulum, embarrassed.
`` It makes you expect sexy, '' he said. `` Stand up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the pitch-dark spots where his optic should be. `` I have a little money and some jewelry. It 's yours if you want but please, leave me and Chelsea alone ? ``
`` I said stand up, '' he growled, pointing the gun at her face.
Kristen stood up slowly, feeling the silk of her nighty rising and clinging to her body as she did.
`` Money and jewelry, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her arms to her sides and stood in front man of him. She could feel his out of sight eyes crawling over her body.
`` Yes, very pretty, '' he said. `` twisting for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt prophylactic turning, not wanting him out of sight.
`` Much better than money and, jewellery 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 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 grimace in shock before dropping her gaze, embarrassed.
`` Yeah, I watched it all, '' he bragged. `` See, I waited until you left for your run and let myself in the spine door. By the way, the fake turtle statue is n't very cagey. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, dark loo. Never thought I would get such a appearance but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her metrical foot, tear of guilt and ignominy rolling down her cheeks. If I had n't left that damn key. If I had stopped to blab out to my girl.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few steps backward in Holy Order to deplume the wing back chair away from the wall. `` Over the nighty will be fine for now. No pauperization to hie things, '' he added, sitting down in the crimson colored chair.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the floor, raised her trembling hands and cupped her breasts. Her mamilla stabbed into her medallion, harder from fear than she ever remembered from foreplay but, utterly numb to her spot.
`` When was the finis time you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four days and three calendar month, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, aphrodisiacal matter like you, '' Leo said in shock. `` In that time I bet you could experience found a k men who would love to bang you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, sure-enough. Hell, I bet you could fuck a one hundred guys your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without prick ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` fountainhead, I 'm sorry to hear that, '' he said in mock sympathy. `` Step finisher, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped closer, doing her comfortably, despite her fear and embarrassment, to act aphrodisiac and sensual.
`` What was his gens, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as smart, hot tears spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a helping hand a little low-spirited, '' he instructed.
She swallowed knockout and forced her right hand downward, feeling his gaze on the shoes where her extremely laborious nipple pushed against the thin silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a small guy, '' Leo asked, switching the gun to his left hand.
`` Big. Almost as big as you, '' she replied, wishing he would n't ask anything else about the issue.
`` So, you like big guys, '' 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 the right way paw on the huge bulge in his jeans.
Kristen 's middle finger wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the lips of her denuded pussy. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her snatch was.
`` Show me those titties, '' he said thickly. `` period 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 pussycat.
`` You have magnificent tit, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those nipples ! 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 bulge of his cock a little faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self witting of her unusually retentive pap.
`` rise 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, denudate pussy little by little, eventually exposing it completely.
`` out-of-doors your legs, '' Leo instructed. `` I said show me your cunt and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her second joint apart, exposing her most individual organic structure part to the masked stranger.
`` Damn, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very reasonably twat. Four years must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking Federal Reserve note of how practically harder he rubbed his cock.
`` If your slit is that pretty, I ca n't waitress to get a face 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 girl 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 bid you had, '' he said in menacing serious-mindedness.
Not my little girl, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, sweet girl.
`` Now, here is what comes following, '' Leo said, grabbing her attending. `` You are going to go in the bathroom and pretty yourself up. Do your hair and make-up nice and sexy.
`` You will be in there for twenty minutes. When I say come out, you better come out fast and sexy. If you try to come out early or come out not finished or too slow, I will hurt your daughter. Do you interpret Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, care for her daughter choking her words.
`` good, twenty minutes starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the room access, she buried her brass in the turn of her elbow and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the door, rattling the handle.
The electric 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 makeup as the stereo in her bedroom came to lifespan. Country euphony playing, Kristen focused on her undertaking.
`` Kristen, turn off the light and come out now, '' he commanded through the threshold upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the illume switch and pushing the door open.
Her eyes, accustomed to the brightness of the toilet, where momentarily dim in the dimness of her taper lit bedroom.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eyes adjusted enough to see her bound and gagged daughter.
The flyspeck daughter tried to cry out to her mother, the speech becoming a meaningless squeal against the Brobdingnagian chunk gag that stretched her jaw uncomfortably.
`` Oh my God Chelsea, '' Kristen said, sobbing as she dropped to her knee in straw man of her chair bound daughter.
`` You did well in the can, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very aphrodisiac. Now, I will take the gag out of Chelsea 's mouth. You have ten minutes to do the Sami to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no time, consoling her frightened girl as she applied makeup and fixed the fille 's disheveled blond curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten transactions. `` Now, I want you to await over there, '' he said, gesturing to the chamber threshold.
Kristen looked, after a moment, seeing the instrument panel 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 manacle. I want you in them. ``
She hesitated only a moment, quickly recognizing the threat his deal on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and cuff 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 serve a few questions. Mommy, would you like to tell her the rest ? ``
`` Whatever he asks sister, tell him the Truth. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a boyfriend Chelsea, '' he asked, kneeling to start releasing her ankles.
`` No, '' the girl replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock astonishment. `` Pretty girl 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 ? ``
`` William Tell him baby, '' Kristen said, sending her daughter 's hesitation.
`` Well, I kissed three different boys, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as true as potential. `` I let two cutaneous senses my boobs, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched single pecker and let him tinge my cunny sassing, '' she blurted. Her blush darkened as she shot blockade glances at her mother.
`` Just your lips, '' 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 fix, '' he asked.
`` Yes, '' she whispered, flexing and rubbing her now free 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 side turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the room to her mom 's Nox stand. She opened the drawer, pulled out the small, white vibrator and took it back to the big, masked stranger.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry ! You are going to find great, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
Fear crossed Chelsea 's expression as his words sank in. rent built in her optic, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` call for me, '' Kristen cried. `` farewell her alone and take me ! ``
Leo grabbed a handful of Chelsea 's fuzz 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 injure her and make her do it. Your choice Mommy, '' he said, punctuating the threat by dragging the missy 's headland back farther.
`` okay, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, ineffectual to see her daughter in pain in the neck.
`` Good, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's well-fixed if you cooperate. ``
Like magic, a key appeared in his hired hand. He unlocked Kristen 's cuffs.
Suddenly, Kristen noticed he was n't holding the gun. It was holstered on his hip, not easy to get but, it was a bit of hope.
Mother and daughter embraced as Leo sat back down in the fender back chair.
`` Kristen, play your girl over here, '' he instructed after a here and now.
Hand in hired hand, they stood before him.
`` Chelsea, I want to see you in your bra and scanty, '' 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 naked already. ``
She pulled the girlfriend 's t-shirt up and over her psyche, uncovering her diminutive upper body and a thickly padded pinkish bra.
`` one-half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her girl get out down and, step out of, her snowy pj's short pants, exposing the girl 's white thong.
Kristen smiled at her stymy daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls have sex how sexy you are, '' Leo asked, letting his oculus play over them from behind his mask.
Mother and daughter shook their heads in unplanned unison.
`` Well, I know, '' he said, rubbing his medal 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, beat, barely covered ass on the hardness of his cock.
`` That 's Nice, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare skin. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a deep breathing spell and began to slip out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her short 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 twist to unleash some dress, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one mitt. `` consume it off and show me your sexy little 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 little titties ! And count, prospicient nipples like your mommy. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her stave, a cup knocker were perky and firm and, topped with unusually recollective teat.
Chelsea returned her mother 's gaze, for the showtime clock time actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` Come here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hand up Chelsea 's bantam body and covering her perky minuscule tit with his big hand.
Kristen stepped closer, watching helplessly as the masked man groped her daughter.
`` soupcon each other 's mammilla, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his justify 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 13, Kristen thought as she placed her hand on her girl 's minor, unbendable breast.
Chelsea put her handwriting on her mum 's tit and began to rub. She had always been overjealous of full-grown chested girls and had secretly wondered what big breast felt like.
`` Kristen, indicate me your baby girl 's pussy, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's early tit. He began gently rolling the missy 's long mamilla between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her daughter 's panties off and coaxed her legs apart.
`` Very fucking nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, look at your little girl 's cunt. ``
Kristen looked between her daughter 's spread stage, right wing at her bald, intumescent pussy.
Leo caressed the girl 's kitty lip, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger's breadth into her pussy, letting Kristen see her girl 's fat cunt wrap itself around his big, provoke finger's breadth.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` Okay miss, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the girls on either position of him. His big, brawny hands grabbed and touched the blonde female parent and girl everywhere.
`` Kristen, take my tool out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's jeans. She reached inside and pulled out his Brobdingnagian cock.
She starred at it for a minute, shocked not at the impressive size of it but, at the similarities between this cock and her former husband's.
In size and shape, they were identical. The solely differences being that, David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the birthmark she had loved to osculate was n't above the stranger 's balls.
`` Too big for you, '' Leo teased.
`` No, '' Kristen answered.
`` Was your boyfriends cock that big, '' he asked Chelsea.
`` Not even close, '' she replied, starring at the impressive member.
`` Go down there with your mummy, '' he instructed the young woman. `` Kristen, show your daughter how to address a veridical cock. ``
`` Give me your hand sister, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the girl 's small hand and wrapping it around the slam of his cock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to suckle pecker, '' he ordered, pulling the shut up side arm from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's head. `` And keep in mind, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my balls I shoot. You do anything but give me the best blowjob of your sprightliness, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, tempestuous and scared but, powerless.
`` Watch mommy, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her mouth encompassing and took his cock inside.
It had been years since she had sucked a rooster but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the anger and reverence, Kristen focused on the task at handwriting. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the stranger 's putz trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focused, she did n't mark how intently her daughter was watching. The female child 's curiosity and secret sex private road held far more index than her veneration of the gun.
`` Your short girl wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her rima oris off his cock and looked at her daughter.
`` okay infant, just put it in your mouth and suck. Do n't rub your teeth and do n't seize with teeth down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so fucking wrong, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her mouth around a strange man 's massive dick.
She is a natural, Kristen thought as her girl began giving a porn style cock sucking.
`` Make her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his stopcock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` drink baby, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't pitter-patter it out, live with it like a good little girl. ``
fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to swallow cum like a good girl.
You are also being raped, another voice said.
Kristen could n't reason that and pushed the thinking away as she watched her daughter unsay her first mouthful of cum.
`` Your little girl is a natural, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's mentation.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the pistol and gestured his victims to him. Without warning, he reached between their branch, slipping his digit between their pussy lips.
`` Still a yoke of dry pussy, '' 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 terror in his Bible.
Leo pulled his hands back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her daughter wet or, he would force his huge tool into her dry, virgin cunt. It was a win win post for him.
He is going to dishonor my daughter and there is nothing I can do, Kristen told herself. I ca n't get the gun free fast enough, we could n't get out fast enough, he is going to take my infant fille 's virginity by rape.
The only matter I can do for indisputable is take it less painful, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down baby, '' Kristen instructed her daughter.
`` Why mama, '' Chelsea asked, laying back slowly.
`` Just lay down, '' Kristen said firmly.
Chelsea lay back, her knees up and together, her perky little knocker pointed at the ceiling, her blue sky eyes on her mother.
Kristen pushed her daughter 's leg apart and began moving between them.
`` No mommy, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close her legs. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's wrong ! ``
`` Baby, this man is going to rape you, '' Kristen said bluntly.
`` I know mommy, '' Chelsea replied, trying to be brave.
`` If he does it while you are dry, it 's going to hurt a lot more. If I lick you, I can make you wet. It wo n't wound as often, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, hoi polloi say it 's wrongly and, ''
`` I do n't care about the great unwashed, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, forget about what is veracious or wrong and try to enjoy it, '' she told her girl. Like I am going to try and enjoy it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom spread her legs and get between them.
Pretend it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. Pretend that the pretty little pussy belongs to one of the missy St. David used to bring home. Hell, just focus on that plump, tight, bald, complete little cunt.
Kristen felt her own pussy get strong as she slipped her tongue between the plump lips of her girl 's kitty. She took her clock time, easing the girl into it. Her warm, wet tongue worked it 's way into the teenager 's cunt niggling by little.
Kristen licked at the edge of her daughter 's pickle then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the liquid fiddling bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her trivial girl 's eye as her clapper dipped into the curtain raising of her hole.
Warm, slippery, sweet tasting liquid covered Kristen 's knife as her daughter became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her legs too as the combining of intimacy and badness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her center going directly to Leo 's Brobdingnagian, hard cock.
`` Get your knife out of your daughter 's cunt you smutty whore, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her terrified daughter.
`` Mommy, '' the girl whispered.
`` What child, '' Kristen asked.
`` If I liked that, am I bad, '' Chelsea asked nervously.
`` Not any more bad than me, '' Kristen replied smiling. `` I liked it too. ``
Leo positioned himself between Chelsea 's legs, lining his massive cock up to her small, virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the head of his dick into her.
Chelsea tensed a footling but, because of her mama 's spit, it did n't hurt to much.
Kristen watched the big cock reach her daughter 's piffling kitty-cat, watched it turn it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to shove in longer, intemperate throw. He pulled his tool almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's body heavily enough to make her tiny tits jiggle.
Chelsea closed her optic and let her physical structure react. Let her purulent find the pleasure in the hammer assault. 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 incline, she realized.
She thought fast and acted faster.
Kristen reached up quickly, grabbing Leo 's masquerade party and ripping it off as he came in her daughter 's pussy.
`` Oh my fuck God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the face behind the masquerade party.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea questioned in a shocked scream.
`` Hi female child, '' he said as his monumental tool finished pumping cum into his daughter 's snatch.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's thought. `` Well, legally, '' he said, slipping his cock out of his girl and crawling off of her.
`` daddy, how ? Why, '' Chelsea finally managed.
`` I guess I can try to explain, '' Jacques Louis 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 connections. You never knew what I really did for a living and, you never knew about my family incest tradition.
`` A niggling over four and a half geezerhood 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 woman. I had tried to forget my home tradition behind but, it became hard. So, with multitude wanting me idle 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 class, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my phratry 's tabu tradition. This was the only way I could induce it happen. ``
Kristen 's idea reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream, cry, kill David and hug him.
`` dada, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm glad you came back, '' she said, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her nude body against him.
The pandemonium in Kristen 's judgement stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the truth. She was glad he was back too and, she could get used to night like this .