Cool night air drifted through the loose window, pleasantly chilling her warm, dampness, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the sleeping room, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the privy bulwark to the open windowpane.
She stood before the window close her eyes and breathing deeply of the clean air. The silence of the night was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding fields and the occasional yell of a night wench in the forest.
It 's so peaceful and restrained, Kristen thought. So much ripe than the city. I made the right field cry. Even Chelsea is starting to wish it here.
A soft grin playing at the corners of her oral fissure as she replayed the event of the finish six calendar month.
Her generally calm, respectful, intelligent daughter had erupted at the decision to act out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every cliche in the book at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for enough clip to graduate next year. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't make me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her junior year of heights school and celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the new house a week later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a part meter job, made a couple friends and settled in.
It 's going to be hunky-dory, Kristen assured herself, turning from the window.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the trading floor with her fret dampened workout clothes. She lifted her middle, trying to find her pajamas, and caught her reflection in the replete length mirror directly across the room.
Her gloomy eyes moved from her honey blonde curls to her belittled, pedicured feet as she approached the antique mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her reflection. No Lady Jane Grey pilus. No wrinkles. Not bad for 30 seven.
I still have pretty nice mammilla too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup chest. They may not be as high as they used to be but, they still feel good.
My mammilla are still as bore as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her palm. She moved her hands and looked at her long, dusky pink nipples. She traced a finger around her areola and over the punishing, sensitive tips of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's eagre, Kristen thought as a heat banquet between her legs.
Feeling a niggling naughty, and Sir Thomas More aroused for feeling that way, Kristen began to slide her decent hand down her breadbasket and over the smooth, whisker 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 intellect.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eyes darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the huge, mostly bare space with a glance at the slightly opened door. I think in there, she decided.
Feeling naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the loo 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 blue, silk nighty from the bottom of the pile.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her forefront.
The silk felt cool and unruffled as the garment fell into stead against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even naughtier, sexy and more aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, light blue cloth looked good against the smooth, creamy skin of her boob. Her long, hard nipples stood out in stark relief against the thin, weak silk. Below her breasts, the garment curved with her body, accentuating her hourglass figure and round of drinks butt before ending just heights enough on her thighs to not show her ass buttock.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, strong man 's hired man clamped down on her mouth from behind, grinding her rim against her teeth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight down, wanted to shout, wanted to resist in any way but, her panic frozen body refused to obey her screaming and jumbled judgment.
`` You just be dainty and calm, '' said a deep, gravelly articulation 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 silence pistol slid into her imaginativeness.
Chelsea, her mind screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the voice growled as the barrelful of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her judgment cried out as tears fell from her heart. She nodded her head as vigorously as his hand would allow.
`` goodness, that 's good, '' he said, returning to a subdued smell. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed real overnice, got it ? ``
Kristen nodded again and felt him let her go cautiously.
She stepped forward, turned and sat on the bed tactile sensation exposed in the skimpy nighty. She looked up at the unknown man through buck streaked eyes.
His nerve was covered in, what looked to her like, a black goalie masquerade with some kind of network covering his centre. He was tall and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the musical theme to make a run for it. Before you do, think about the fiddling cutie. There is a very pocket-sized fortune that I could miss you with a fastball if you were running but, being tied up like she is, I surely wo n't miss her. Get me ? ``
`` Yes, '' Kristen muttered.
`` Good, glad we understand each former. Now, I am going to ask some question. You answer honestly. What is your name ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, definitive. You may call me, Leo. What is the cutie 's name ? ``
`` Chelsea, '' Kristen said through a sob.
`` Chelsea your daughter ? ``
`` Yes, are you going to hurt us, '' Kristen burst out sobbing.
`` I am asking the query, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am thirty seven, she is only 15, please do n't, ''
White light erupted in Kristen 's head as his give clenched fist guessing 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, excuse for lying. ``
`` I 'm sorry I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her fear for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` Good. Now, who is the sexy little nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the urge to try for a patrol officer boyfriend lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it take a shit you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her head, embarrassed.
`` It makes you count aphrodisiac, '' he said. `` standpoint up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the black point where his eyes should be. `` I have a fiddling 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 torso as she did.
`` Money and jewellery, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her arms to her sides and stood in front of him. She could feel his hidden optic 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 better than money and, jewelry ca n't do this, '' he said, gesturing at the front of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the excrescence pushing against his dungaree, 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 mask expression 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 back threshold. By the way, the fake turtle statue is n't very cagy. 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 understructure, weeping of guilt and disgrace rolling down her cheeks. If I had n't left that damn key. If I had stopped to mouth to my daughter.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few steps backward in ordination to pull the fender back chair away from the rampart. `` Over the nighty will be fine for now. No need to rush thing, '' he added, sitting down in the ruby colored chair.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the floor, raised her trembling hands and cupped her white meat. Her nipples stabbed into her laurel wreath, harder from fear than she ever remembered from foreplay but, utterly numb to her feeling.
`` When was the last fourth dimension you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four twelvemonth and three calendar month, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, sexy affair like you, '' Leo said in seismic disturbance. `` In that meter I bet you could have found a K men who would enjoy to fuck you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, sometime. Hell, I bet you could fuck a hundred guys your girl 's age if you wanted to be a mountain lion ! So, why so long without dick ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` Well, I 'm sorry to hear that, '' he said in mock sympathy. `` Step closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped closer, doing her best, despite her reverence and overplus, to act sexy and animal.
`` What was his epithet, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as fresh, hot bust spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a bridge player a little bring down, '' he instructed.
She swallowed difficult and forced her in good order hand downward, feeling his gaze on the plaza where her extremely hard mammilla pushed against the thin silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a small guy, '' Leo asked, switching the gun to his lead hand.
`` Big. Almost as big as you, '' she replied, wishing he would n't ask anything else about the bailiwick.
`` So, you like big guys, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's 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 correct hand on the Brobdingnagian jut in his jeans.
Kristen 's centre fingerbreadth wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the sassing of her bald snatch. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her incision was.
`` show me those boob, '' he said thickly. `` point 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 slit.
`` You have magnificent tits, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those mamilla ! I have seen a lot of titties and the nipple on them but, I have only seen one set as hanker, suckable, abusable and sexy as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the hump of his cock a petty faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self witting of her unusually long nipples.
`` Lift up your nighty and show me your snatch, '' he ordered.
Her flush deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, bald-pated purulent lilliputian by footling, eventually exposing it completely.
`` open 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 private consistency part to the masked stranger.
`` Damn, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very pretty goose. Four years must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking preeminence of how much harder he rubbed his cock.
`` If your cunt is that pretty, I ca n't hold off to get a look at Chelsea 's, '' he exclaimed.
`` No, please, '' Kristen begged. `` You can do anything you want to me and I will do anything you say but, please, leave my daughter alone. ``
`` I will do anything I want to you, and your minuscule lady friend, and the two of you will do anything I say or, I will do things that make you wish you had, '' he said in menacing sincerity.
Not my little lady friend, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, gratifying missy.
`` Now, here is what comes next, '' Leo said, grabbing her attention. `` You are going to go in the bathroom and pretty yourself up. Do your hair and war paint nice and sexy.
`` You will be in there for twenty proceedings. When I say come out, you better come out fast and sexy. If you try to come out early or descend out not finished or too slow, I will hurt your daughter. Do you understand Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fright for her daughter choking her words.
`` Good, twenty minutes starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the can, shutting the door behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the threshold, she buried her face in the crook of her elbow and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the door, rattling the handle.
The hot seat from my toilet table, 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 system in her bedchamber came to life-time. Country euphony playacting, Kristen focused on her task.
`` Kristen, turn off the luminousness and derive out now, '' he commanded through the door upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the light permutation and pushing the threshold open.
Her eyes, accustomed to the brightness of the bathroom, where momentarily blind in the dimness of her standard candle lit bedchamber.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eyes adjusted enough to see her leap and gagged daughter.
The petite daughter tried to cry out to her mother, the words becoming a meaningless 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 front of her chairwoman bound daughter.
`` You did unspoiled in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will carry the gag out of Chelsea 's mouth. You have ten hour to do the Sami to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no time, consoling her frightened girl as she applied composition and fixed the girl 's rumpled blonde curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten moment. `` Now, I want you to look over there, '' he said, gesturing to the sleeping accommodation doorway.
Kristen looked, after a present moment, seeing the boards across the doorway. 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 instant, quickly recognizing the threat his mitt on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and cuffed herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` Good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to untie you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to answer a few interrogative. Mommy, would you like to tell 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 girl replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock amazement. `` Pretty lady friend like you ? Have you ever had a young man ? ``
`` Yeah, one, '' she answered.
`` Just one ? So, have you ever had sex ? ``
`` No, '' the shy girl whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with boys ? ``
`` William 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 adjoin my boob, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched ones dick and let him touch my cunny back talk, '' she blurted. Her blush darkened as she shot stymie glances at her mother.
`` Just your sassing, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his finger in your puss ? ``
`` No, '' Chelsea replied, shaking her head.
`` Have you ever had anything in your hole, '' he asked.
`` Yes, '' she whispered, flexing and rubbing her now free hands.
Chelsea hesitated, shooting a coup d'oeil at her mom.
`` William Tell him, '' Kristen shouted, afraid of her getting hurt.
`` I put my mom 's toy in me sometimes, '' Chelsea muttered, her aspect turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the elbow room to her mom 's Night stall. She opened the drawer, pulled out the small, clean vibrator and took it back to the big, cloaked unknown.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry ! You are going to experience big, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
Fear crossed Chelsea 's fount as his Holy Scripture sank in. Tears built in her oculus, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` Take me, '' Kristen cried. `` leave-taking her alone and take me ! ``
Leo grabbed a handful of Chelsea 's hair and yanked the crying teens head back painfully.
`` What did I tell you before, '' he growled to Kristen. `` You can avail her do what I want or, I can hurt her and wee-wee her do it. Your choice mama, '' he said, punctuating the threat by dragging the girl 's head back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, unable to see her daughter in pain.
`` trade good, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's easier if you cooperate. ``
Like magic, a key appeared in his hand. He unlocked Kristen 's cuffs.
Suddenly, Kristen noticed he was n't holding the gun. It was holstered on his hip, not easy to get but, it was a bit of hope.
mother and daughter embraced as Leo sat back down in the annexe back chair.
`` Kristen, bring your girl over here, '' he instructed after a moment.
handwriting 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 babe, '' Kristen said to her pit, shy daughter. `` See ? I 'm pretty much naked already. ``
She pulled the girl 's jersey up and over her head, uncovering her diminutive upper body and a thickly padded pink bra.
`` one-half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter extract down and, step out of, her T. H. White pajama shorts, exposing the missy 's white thong.
Kristen smiled at her embarrassed girl, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls know how sexy you are, '' Leo asked, letting his middle play over them from behind his mask.
Mother and daughter shook their heads in unwilled unison.
`` Well, I know, '' he said, rubbing his palm down the length of his straining cock.
`` Chelsea, do sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The girl obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her business firm, round, barely overcompensate ass on the rigorousness of his cock.
`` That 's dainty, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare pelt. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a bass breath and began to slew out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her little little girl, slowly pushing his stopcock against her butt.
`` Is n't your mommy sexy, '' he asked the lady friend on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your turn to loose some clothes, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one helping hand. `` Take it off and show me your sexy little titties, '' he instructed.
Chelsea slipped her bra off and, at his pressure, turned sideways on his lap.
`` Oh my God, '' he said in awe. `` You have such squeamish short titties ! And look, farsighted mamilla like your mommy. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her one shot, a cup tits were perky and firm and, topped with unusually long nipples.
Chelsea returned her female parent 's regard, for the first time actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` semen here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his helping hand up Chelsea 's petite body and covering her perky little tit with his big script.
Kristen stepped nigh, watching helplessly as the masked man groped her daughter.
`` Touch each other 's tits, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his detached hand. He rubbed his cock against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my boobies when I was thirteen, Kristen thought as she placed her mitt on her girl 's small, firm breast.
Chelsea put her hand on her mommy 's tit and began to rub. She had always been envious of bigger chested young woman and had secretly wondered what big boobs felt like.
`` Kristen, show me your child girl 's pussy, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the girl 's long mammilla between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her girl 's step-in off and coaxed her legs apart.
`` Very shtup nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, looking at at your lilliputian miss 's cunt. ``
Kristen looked between her girl 's bed covering pegleg, rightfulness at her bald, puffy pussy.
Leo caressed the girl 's pussy lips, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger into her incision, letting Kristen see her daughter 's fat cunt wrap itself around his big, chevvy finger.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` OK girlfriend, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the fille on either side of him. His big, powerful handwriting 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 denim. She reached inside and pulled out his huge cock.
She starred at it for a present moment, 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 identical. The exclusively 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 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 telling member.
`` Go down there with your mommy, '' he instructed the girl. `` Kristen, register your girl how to do by a genuine prick. ``
`` Give me your hand babe, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the girlfriend 's small hand and wrapping it around the gibe of his cock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to sop up putz, '' he ordered, pulling the silenced pistol from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's head. `` And stay fresh in idea, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my testicle I shoot. You do anything but impart me the best blowjob of your life sentence, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, angry and dash but, powerless.
`` Watch mama, '' she said to her girl as she opened her mouth widely and took his hammer inside.
It had been years since she had sucked a hammer but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the ira and fear, Kristen focused on the task at hand. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the stranger 's cock trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focused, she did n't mark how intently her daughter was watching. The fille 's curiosity and private sex parkway held far more power than her fear of the gun.
`` Your short girl wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her mouth off his cock and looked at her daughter.
`` OK infant, just put it in your rima oris and suck. Do n't rub your dentition and do n't burn down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so fucking ill-timed, 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 erotica style blowjob.
`` shuffling her swallow up my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his cock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` Swallow baby, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spit it out, unsay it like a adept missy. ``
Fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to withdraw cum like a good girl.
You are also being raped, another interpreter said.
Kristen could n't argue that and pushed the thoughts away as she watched her daughter live with her first taste of cum.
`` Your little miss is a cancel, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's view.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the pistol and gestured his victim to him. Without warning, he reached between their legs, slipping his finger's breadth between their pussycat lips.
`` Still a couple of dry pussy, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very retentive before I 'm fix to carry a stripling 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the threat in his row.
Leo pulled his workforce back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her daughter wet or, he would force his Brobdingnagian shaft into her dry, vestal twat. It was a win win situation for him.
He is going to rape my daughter and there is aught I can do, Kristen told herself. I ca n't get the gun spare fast enough, we could n't get out fast enough, he is going to contract my baby girl 's virginity by rape.
The lonesome affair I can do for sure is wee it less painful, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down baby, '' Kristen instructed her daughter.
`` Why mommy, '' Chelsea asked, laying back slowly.
`` Just lay down, '' Kristen said firmly.
Chelsea lay back, her knees up and together, her chirpy little teat pointed at the ceiling, her blue centre on her mother.
Kristen pushed her girl 's peg apart and began moving between them.
`` No ma, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close her wooden leg. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's wrong ! ``
`` babe, this man is going to violate 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 urinate you wet. It wo n't smart as often, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, people say it 's amiss and, ''
`` I do n't handle about people, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, blank out about what is right or wrong and try to enjoy it, '' she told her girl. Like I am going to try and delight it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom spread her pegleg and get between them.
Pretend it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. make believe that the pretty little slit belongs to one of the girlfriend Jacques Louis David used to convey dwelling. Hell, just focalise on that plump, tight, bald, gross little cunt.
Kristen felt her own pussy get warm as she slipped her natural language between the plump lips of her daughter 's pussy. She took her meter, easing the little girl into it. Her warm, wet tongue worked it 's way into the teen 's slit footling by little.
Kristen licked at the edge of her daughter 's hole then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the fluent little bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her piddling female child 's center as her natural language dipped into the opening of her hole.
Warm, slippery, Sweet tasting liquid state covered Kristen 's tongue as her girl 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, hard cock.
`` Get your glossa out of your daughter 's cunt you tight whore, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her frightened 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 stopcock up to her minor, Virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the head of his dick into her.
Chelsea tensed a small but, because of her mommy 's knife, it did n't hurt to much.
Kristen watched the big stopcock stretch her girl 's little puss, watched it mould it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to thrust in farsighted, harder throw. He pulled his cock almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's physical structure hard enough to shit her tiny pap jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eyes and let her body react. Let her pussy find the pleasure in the pounding violation. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the time, a voice said in Kristen 's top dog as she watched both Chelsea and, more importantly, Leo loose themselves in the moment.
His gun is on the other side, she realized.
She thought fast and acted faster.
Kristen reached up quickly, grabbing Leo 's masquerade and ripping it off as he came in her daughter 's pussy.
`` Oh my fucking God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the fount behind the mask.
`` dada, '' Chelsea questioned in a aghast scream.
`` Hi girls, '' he said as his monumental cock finished pumping cum into his daughter 's cunt.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's thought. `` well, legally, '' he said, slipping his putz out of his daughter and crawling off of her.
`` Daddy, how ? Why, '' Chelsea finally managed.
`` I guess I can try to explain, '' Saint David said, putting his softening putz away. `` There is a lot you girls never knew about me. You never knew about my illegal activity or link. You never knew what I really did for a living and, you never knew about my kinfolk incest tradition.
`` A piddling over four and a half years ago, some very bad multitude decided they wanted me, and my sept, dead. At the Sami time, I had a beautiful daughter, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy woman. I had tried to leave my family tradition behind but, it became hard. So, with multitude wanting me dead and my needing to go, I faked my death. ``
`` You faked your dying 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 family unit 's verboten tradition. This was the only way I could make it find. ``
Kristen 's nous reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to shout, cry, defeat David and hug him.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm glad you came back, '' she said, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her raw body against him.
The chaos in Kristen 's mind stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the truth. She was gladiolus he was back too and, she could get used to Night like this .