Cool night air drifted through the open window, pleasantly chilling her warm, moistness, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the sleeping room, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the bathroom wall to the open windowpane.
She stood before the window conclusion her optic 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 episodic call of a night bird in the woods.
It 's so peaceable and quiet, Kristen thought. So much meliorate than the metropolis. I made the right call. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A indulgent smiling playacting at the recession of her mouth as she replayed the events of the last six months.
Her generally calm, respectful, healthy daughter had erupted at the decision to move out of the metropolis.
Chelsea had thrown every banality in the book at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for enough prison term to graduate next yr. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't make up me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her junior year of high school and celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the new menage a workweek later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a part clip job, made a mates friends and settled in.
It 's going to be okey, Kristen assured herself, turning from the window.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the floor with her sudor dampened workout clothes. She lifted her eyes, trying to determine her pajamas, and caught her expression in the full duration mirror directly across the room.
Her blue eyes moved from her honey blonde curls to her small, pedicured feet as she approached the antique mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her expression. No grayness hairsbreadth. No wrinkles. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have middling Nice tits 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 pap are still as eager 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's breadth around her areola and over the heavily, spiritualist tips of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's eager, Kristen thought as a warmth spreading between her legs.
Feeling a piddling naughty, and to a greater extent aroused for feeling that way, Kristen began to slide her in good order handwriting down her stomach and over the smoothen, hair free cutis above her wet pussy.
She pulled her manus away from her pussy and let go of her tit as an theme formed in her mind.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eyes darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the huge, mostly stripped space with a glimpse at the slightly open door. I think in there, she decided.
flavour naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the closet to the tall, bloodless toilet table. She opened the second drawer down and began digging through the mess of seldom worn apparel.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the light blue sky, silk nighty from the bottom of the pile.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her head.
The silk felt cool and politic as the garment fell into place against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even naughtier, sexier and more aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, twinkle disconsolate cloth looked near against the legato, creamy skin of her tit. Her long, grueling nipples stood out in bare fill-in against the thin, light silk. Below her white meat, the garment curved with her eubstance, accentuating her hourglass public figure and unit of ammunition butt before ending just high enough on her thighs to not express her ass cheeks.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, stiff man 's script clamped down on her mouth from behind, grinding her lips against her tooth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to oppose, wanted to scream, wanted to resist in any way but, her panic frigid body refused to obey her screaming and jumbled thinker.
`` You just be squeamish and calm, '' said a recondite, gravelly vocalization in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the hall are going to get out alive. You do n't, '' the phonation trailed off and a hush up handgun slid into her vision.
Chelsea, her mind screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the vocalisation growled as the barrel of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her brain cried out as bout fell from her eyes. She nodded her head as vigorously as his hand would allow.
`` Good, that 's unspoilt, '' he said, returning to a softer quality. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed real dainty, got it ? ``
Kristen nodded again and felt him let her go cautiously.
She stepped forward, turned and sat on the bed feeling exposed in the skimpy nighty. She looked up at the strange man through deplume streaked eyes.
His face was covered in, what looked to her the like, a calamitous goaltender mask with some sort of mesh covering his eyes. He was marvelous and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the idea to make a run for it. Before you do, think about the piddling cutie. There is a very small-scale chance 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.
`` trade good, glad we understand each other. Now, I am going to ask some query. You answer honestly. What is your figure ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, classic. You may yell me, Leo. What is the cutie 's name ? ``
`` Chelsea, '' Kristen said through a sob.
`` Chelsea your girl ? ``
`` Yes, are you going to suffer us, '' Kristen burst out sobbing.
`` I am asking the enquiry, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am thirty seven, she is only fifteen, please do n't, ''
White luminance erupted in Kristen 's capitulum as his result clenched fist crack 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 drear I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her fearfulness for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` trade good. Now, who is the sexy little nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the impulse to try for a police police officer fellow lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it make you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her point, embarrassed.
`` It makes you look sexy, '' he said. `` stand up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the black spots where his eyes should be. `` I have a lilliputian 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 rising and clinging to her body as she did.
`` Money and jewellery, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her munition to her sides and stood in strawman of him. She could find his hidden optic crawling over her body.
`` Yes, very pretty, '' he said. `` twirl for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt condom turning, not wanting him out of sight.
`` Much better than money and, jewelry ca n't do this, '' he said, gesturing at the nominal head of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the gibbousness pushing against his denim, it 's bearing 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 masked face in shock absorber 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 turtleneck statue is n't very canny. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, morose wardrobe. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her infantry, tears of guilt and ignominy rolling down her face. If I had n't left that damn key. If I had stopped to lecture to my girl.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few steps backward in gild to rip the wing back chair away from the paries. `` Over the nighty will be alright for now. No want to speed things, '' he added, sitting down in the crimson colored death chair.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the flooring, raised her trembling work force and cupped her breasts. Her nipples stabbed into her medallion, harder from fear than she ever remembered from stimulation but, utterly benumbed to her touch.
`` When was the last time you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four geezerhood and three calendar month, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, aphrodisiac thing like you, '' Leo said in shock. `` In that time I bet you could have found a m men who would enjoy to fuck you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, elderly. Hades, I bet you could fuck a hundred Guy your girl 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without dick ? ``
`` That was when my married man died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` Well, I 'm bad to discover that, '' he said in mock understanding. `` whole tone closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped close, doing her best, despite her fear and superfluity, to act aphrodisiac and sensual.
`` What was his name, '' Leo asked.
`` Saint David, '' she whispered as bracing, hot tears spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a hand a piddling lower, '' he instructed.
She swallowed hard and forced her in good order hand downward, feeling his regard on the place where her extremely hard mammilla pushed against the melt off silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a little guy, '' Leo asked, switching the gun to his left field 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 hand stopped trailing down the silk at the top of her slit.
`` Rub yourself through the nighty, '' he ordered, placing his right paw on the immense bulge in his jeans.
Kristen 's middle digit wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the lips of her denudate puss. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her slit was.
`` Show me those titty, '' he said thickly. `` full stop rubbing them and pull your nighty down so I can see. ``
Kristen pulled the top of her nighty down, exposing her boob as she continued to rub at her dry, unaroused cunt.
`` You have magnificent tits, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those nipples ! I have seen a lot of titty and the nipples 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 photo and self conscious of her unusually retentive nipples.
`` rhytidectomy up your nighty and show me your cunt, '' he ordered.
Her flush deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, bald-pated kitty little by little, eventually exposing it completely.
`` open your leg, '' Leo instructed. `` I said present me your slit and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her thigh apart, exposing her most private eubstance part to the masked stranger.
`` Damn, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very pretty twat. 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 back to get a look at Chelsea 's, '' he exclaimed.
`` No, please, '' Kristen begged. `` You can do anything you want to me and I will do anything you say but, please, result my girl alone. ``
`` I will do anything I want to you, and your little girl, and the two of you will do anything I say or, I will do things that make you wish well you had, '' he said in menacing sincerity.
Not my trivial girl, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, sweet missy.
`` 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 fuzz and makeup nice and sexy.
`` You will be in there for twenty dollar bill minutes. When I say come out, you better come out fast and sexy. If you try to make out out early or arrive out not finished or too wearisome, I will suffer your daughter. Do you understand Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fear for her daughter choking her words.
`` Good, twenty transactions starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the bathroom, shutting the room access behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the threshold, she buried her font in the crook of her cubitus and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the door, rattling the handgrip.
The hot seat from my dressing table, she guessed. I 'm most likely locked in, she thought. Unwilling to test the hypothesis and risk of infection Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her makeup as the stereo in her sleeping room came to life history. Country music playing, Kristen focused on her job.
`` Kristen, turn off the visible light and come out now, '' he commanded through the door upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the fall electrical switch 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 sleeping accommodation.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eyes adjusted enough to see her bound and gagged daughter.
The petite miss tried to cry out to her female parent, 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 genu in front of her chair bound daughter.
`` You did good in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will take aim the gag out of Chelsea 's mouth. You have ten moment to do the same to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no time, consoling her frightened daughter as she applied composition and fixed the girl 's dishevel blond curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten transactions. `` Now, I want you to search over there, '' he said, gesturing to the bedroom door.
Kristen looked, after a moment, seeing the boards across the threshold. 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 bridge player 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 serve a few questions. Mommy, would you like to tell her the rest period ? ``
`` Whatever he asks baby, tell him the truth. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a fellow Chelsea, '' he asked, kneeling to lead off releasing her ankles.
`` No, '' the fille replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock astonishment. `` Pretty daughter like you ? Have you ever had a boyfriend ? ``
`` Yeah, one, '' she answered.
`` Just one ? So, have you ever had sex ? ``
`` No, '' the shy girl whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with boys ? ``
`` Tell him babe, '' 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 disturb my boobs, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched I dick and let him touch on my cunny lips, '' she blurted. Her blush darkened as she shot stymie glimpse at her mother.
`` Just your backtalk, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his finger in your pussy ? ``
`` No, '' Chelsea replied, shaking her headland.
`` Have you ever had anything in your mess, '' he asked.
`` Yes, '' she whispered, flexing and rubbing her now barren 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 face turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the room to her mom 's night standstill. She opened the drawer, pulled out the little, White person vibrator and took it back to the big, dissemble unknown.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry ! You are going to feel great, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
care crossed Chelsea 's nerve as his Good Book sank in. crying built in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` Take me, '' Kristen cried. `` Leave her alone and take me ! ``
Leo grabbed a handful of Chelsea 's hair's-breadth 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 missy 's head back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, unable to see her daughter in painfulness.
`` 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 wing back chair.
`` Kristen, bring your daughter over here, '' he instructed after a here and now.
Hand in hand, they stood before him.
`` Chelsea, I want to see you in your bra and panty, '' he said. `` Kristen, get her that way or I will. ``
`` It 's okay sister, '' Kristen said to her scared, shy daughter. `` See ? I 'm pretty much naked already. ``
She pulled the girl 's t-shirt up and over her head, uncovering her bantam amphetamine body and a thickly padded pink bra.
`` half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter draw out down and, step out of, her bloodless pajama shorts, exposing the missy 's white thong.
Kristen smiled at her mortified daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls know how aphrodisiac you are, '' Leo asked, letting his eyes play over them from behind his mask.
Mother and daughter shook their heads in unwitting unison.
`` well, I know, '' he said, rubbing his medal down the distance of his straining shaft.
`` Chelsea, hail sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The girl obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, round, barely report ass on the stiffness of his cock.
`` That 's courteous, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare pelt. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a deep breath and began to drop off out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her trivial female child, slowly pushing his shaft against her butt.
`` Is n't your mom sexy, '' he asked the lady friend on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your turn to loose some dress, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one hand. `` carry 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 tit ! And see, hanker nipples like your mommy. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her cycle, a cup tits were perky and business firm and, topped with unusually long teat.
Chelsea returned her mother 's gaze, for the first meter actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` seed here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hired hand up Chelsea 's flyspeck organic structure and covering her perky niggling tit with his big hand.
Kristen stepped closer, watching helplessly as the masked man groped her daughter.
`` Touch each other 's breast, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his release hand. He rubbed his prick against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my dummy when I was xiii, Kristen thought as she placed her hired man on her girl 's small, firm breast.
Chelsea put her hand on her mom 's tit and began to rub. She had always been covetous of bragging chested girls and had secretly wondered what big boobs felt like.
`` Kristen, render me your baby girl 's twat, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the young lady 's foresightful nipples 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 missy 's cunt. ``
Kristen looked between her daughter 's spread head stage, right at her bald, puffy pussy.
Leo caressed the lady friend 's pussy lips, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his digit into her slit, letting Kristen see her girl 's fat cunt wrap itself around his big, chevy finger.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` Okay missy, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the girl on either incline of him. His big, mighty hired hand grabbed and touched the blonde female parent and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, bring my cock out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's dungaree. She reached inside and pulled out his Brobdingnagian cock.
She starred at it for a moment, shocked not at the impressive size but, at the similarities between this cock and her late husband's.
In size and shape, they were monovular. The exclusively differences being that, St. David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the birthmark she had loved to buss was n't above the alien 's balls.
`` Too big for you, '' Leo teased.
`` No, '' Kristen answered.
`` Was your boyfriend cock that big, '' he asked Chelsea.
`` Not even close, '' she replied, starring at the telling member.
`` Go down there with your mum, '' he instructed the girl. `` Kristen, show your daughter how to care a real cock. ``
`` pass on me your hand child, '' Kristen said to her girl, taking the girl 's small helping hand and wrapping it around the dick of his cock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to suck hammer, '' he ordered, pulling the silenced pistol from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's question. `` And keep in mind, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my balls I shoot. You do anything but pass me the near blowjob of your life sentence, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, tempestuous and scared but, powerless.
`` watch mommy, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her sassing extensive and took his hammer inside.
It had been years since she had sucked a cock but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the choler and fear, Kristen focused on the task at hand. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the stranger 's stopcock trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so pore, she did n't discover how intently her daughter was watching. The girl 's peculiarity and enigma sex drive held far more power than her fear of the gun.
`` Your little young woman wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her mouth off his cock and looked at her daughter.
`` okay baby, just put it in your back talk and suction. Do n't rub your tooth and do n't bite down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so have it away amiss, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her mouth around a strange man 's massive dick.
She is a rude, Kristen thought as her daughter began giving a porn stylus cock sucking.
`` make her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his cock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` Swallow baby, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spit it out, immerse it like a near girlfriend. ``
Fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to immerse cum like a unspoilt girl.
You are also being raped, another voice said.
Kristen could n't debate that and pushed the cerebration away as she watched her daughter swallow her starting time taste of cum.
`` Your fiddling young woman is a raw, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's thoughts.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the pistol and gestured his victims to him. Without warning, he reached between their legs, slipping his digit between their cunt lips.
`` Still a pair of dry cunts, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very long before I 'm ready to take a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the threat in his Book.
Leo pulled his hands back, smiling behind his masque. Either Kristen would get her daughter wet or, he would push his huge hammer into her dry, Virgo the Virgin cunt. It was a win win situation for him.
He is going to rape my daughter and there is nothing I can do, Kristen told herself. I ca n't get the gun destitute fast enough, we could n't get out fast enough, he is going to contain my baby girl 's virginity by rape.
The only thing I can do for sure is piss 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 perky little tits pointed at the ceiling, her gamy eyes on her mother.
Kristen pushed her daughter 's ramification apart and began moving between them.
`` No mommy, '' Chelsea cried, trying to fill up her legs. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's legal injury ! ``
`` infant, 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 make you wet. It wo n't anguish as much, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, people say it 's wrong and, ''
`` I do n't give care about multitude, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, leave about what is right or ill-timed and try to enjoy it, '' she told her daughter. Like I am going to try and revel it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom spread her ramification and get between them.
make-believe it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. profess that the pretty little pussy belongs to one of the girls David used to bring home. Hell, just focus on that plump, pissed, bald, consummate fiddling cunt.
Kristen felt her own pussy get warm as she slipped her tongue between the plump lips of her daughter 's pussy. She took her fourth dimension, easing the young woman into it. Her warm, wet lingua worked it 's way into the teen 's twat minuscule by little.
Kristen licked at the border of her girl 's trap then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the quiet short bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her piffling fille 's eyes as her knife dipped into the hatchway of her hole.
Warm, slippery, sweet tasting liquidity covered Kristen 's spit as her girl became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her stage too as the combining of intimacy and naughtiness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her center going directly to Leo 's immense, severe cock.
`` Get your tongue out of your daughter 's twat you nasty whore, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her panic-struck daughter.
`` mum, '' the fille whispered.
`` What baby, '' Kristen asked.
`` If I liked that, am I bad, '' Chelsea asked nervously.
`` Not any more bad than me, '' Kristen replied smiling. `` I liked it too. ``
Leo positioned himself between Chelsea 's wooden leg, lining his massive rooster up to her small, virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her arm around her girl, holding her as he thrust the head of his shaft into her.
Chelsea tensed a little but, because of her mommy 's tongue, it did n't hurt to much.
Kristen watched the big cock stretch her daughter 's little pussy, watched it lick it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to thrust in longer, harder fortuity. He pulled his tool almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the young lady 's eubstance hard enough to make her petite knocker jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eyes and let her consistence react. Let her pussy find the pleasance in the pounding rape. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the time, a spokesperson said in Kristen 's school principal 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 and ripping it off as he came in her daughter 's pussy.
`` Oh my shtup God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the font behind the masque.
`` dad, '' Chelsea questioned in a shocked scream.
`` Hi girls, '' he said as his massive 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, '' David said, putting his softening putz away. `` There is a lot you girls never knew about me. You never knew about my illegal activities or connective. You never knew what I really did for a keep and, you never knew about my folk incest tradition.
`` A petty over four and a half years ago, some very bad people decided they wanted me, and my mob, dead. At the Same time, I had a beautiful daughter, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy woman. I had tried to entrust my mob tradition behind but, it became hard. So, with mass wanting me dead and my needing to go, I faked my death. ``
`` You faked your death to protect the daughter you just raped, '' Kristen screamed.
`` It 's all I have thought about for years, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my family 's tabu tradition. This was the only way I could make it bechance. ``
Kristen 's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream, cry, vote down Saint 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 consistency against him.
The topsy-turvydom in Kristen 's mind stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the truth. She was gladiola he was back too and, she could get used to Nox like this .