Cool night air drifted through the surface windowpane, pleasantly chilling her warm, damp, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the chamber, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the bathroom wall to the open window.
She stood before the window closedown her eyes and breathing deeply of the clean air. The secrecy of the Nox was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding fields and the episodic yell of a night bird in the forest.
It 's so peaceful and tranquil, Kristen thought. So much better than the city. I made the right claim. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A soft smile performing at the corners of her mouth as she replayed the result of the last six months.
Her generally calm, respectful, intelligent girl had erupted at the decisiveness to move out of the urban center.
Chelsea had thrown every platitude in the playscript at her female parent. When they failed, she pleaded for enough time to graduate next class. 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 high school and celebrated her 18th birthday in the new house a week later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a piece clock time job, made a couple friends and settled in.
It 's going to be okey, Kristen assured herself, turning from the windowpane.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the floor with her sweat dampened workout dress. She lifted her eyes, trying to find her pajamas, and caught her reflection in the full distance mirror directly across the room.
Her dreary eyes moved from her honey blonde curls to her humble, pedicured foundation as she approached the antique mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her reflection. No grey hair. No wrinkle. Not bad for 30 seven.
I still have pretty squeamish tits too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup white meat. They may not be as high 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 paw and looked at her long, twilit pinko mamilla. She traced a finger around her ring of color and over the hard, sensitive tips of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's bore, Kristen thought as a warmth spread between her stage.
Feeling a little naughty, and more energize for feeling that way, Kristen began to slide her decent hand down her tummy and over the smooth, hair relieve 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 nous.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eyes darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the immense, mostly scanty space with a glance at the slightly open up door. I think in there, she decided.
Feeling naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the W.C. to the tall, white dressing table. She opened the endorsement drawer down and began digging through the loads of seldom worn apparel.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the light blue, silk nighty from the merchant ship of the pile.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her headway.
The silk felt cool and smooth as the garment fell into topographic point against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even risque, sexier and more aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, light blue stuff looked unspoilt against the fluid, creamy skin of her breasts. Her long, severe nipples stood out in double-dyed respite against the slight, twinkle silk. Below her bosom, the garment curved with her organic structure, accentuating her hourglass public figure and round butt before ending just luxuriously enough on her thigh to not exhibit her ass impertinence.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, potent man 's hand clamped down on her mouth from behind, grinding her sass against her dentition and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to oppose, wanted to scream, wanted to dissent in any way but, her panic frozen soundbox refused to obey her screech and jumbled judgment.
`` You just be nice and calm air, '' said a deep, gravelly vocalism in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the antechamber are going to come out awake. You do n't, '' the vox trailed off and a silenced pistol slid into her imaginativeness.
Chelsea, her mind 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 bust fell from her eyes. She nodded her foreland as vigorously as his hired man would admit.
`` Good, that 's well, '' he said, returning to a flabby tone. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed real skillful, got it ? ``
Kristen nodded again and felt him let her go cautiously.
She stepped forward, turned and sat on the bed spirit exposed in the skimpy nighty. She looked up at the unknown man through tear streaked eyes.
His face was covered in, what looked to her ilk, a black goalie masque with some kind of mesh covering his center. He was marvellous 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 little cutie. There is a very small chance that I could miss you with a bullet 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 enquiry. You answer honestly. What is your public figure ? ``
`` 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 spite us, '' Kristen burst out sobbing.
`` I am asking the questions, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am xxx seven, she is only fifteen, please do n't, ''
White light erupted in Kristen 's head as his left fist shot 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 atrocious lot. Now, apologize for lying. ``
`` I 'm sorry I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her veneration for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` Good. Now, who is the sexy piffling nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the impulse to try for a police military officer swain lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it make you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her caput, embarrassed.
`` It makes you calculate sexy, '' he said. `` sales booth up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the pitch-dark blot where his middle 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 rise and clinging to her trunk as she did.
`` Money and jewelry, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her arms to her sides and stood in front of him. She could sense his hidden center crawling over her body.
`` Yes, very pretty, '' he said. `` whirl for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt dependable turn, 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 bulge pushing against his jeans, it 's mien 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 dissemble face in shock before dropping her regard, embarrassed.
`` Yeah, I watched it all, '' he bragged. `` See, I waited until you left for your run and let myself in the back doorway. By the way, the wangle turtle statue is n't very cunning. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, dark loo. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her ft, tears of guilt and shame rolling down her cheeks. If I had n't left that damn key. If I had stopped to blab out to my daughter.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few tone backward in Holy Order to draw out the wing back chair away from the paries. `` Over the nighty will be o.k. for now. No want to rush things, '' he added, sitting down in the deep red colored professorship.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the floor, raised her trembling deal and cupped her breasts. Her nipples stabbed into her medallion, harder from fear than she ever remembered from arousal but, utterly benumbed to her touch.
`` When was the go time you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four days and three calendar month, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, aphrodisiacal thing like you, '' Leo said in seismic disturbance. `` In that time I bet you could sustain found a one thousand men who would love to lie with you ! Men of all age ! Your age, older. Hell, I bet you could fuck a hundred guys your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without putz ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` fountainhead, I 'm sorry to hear that, '' he said in mock fellow feeling. `` whole tone finisher, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped faithful, doing her best, despite her fear and superfluity, to act aphrodisiac and carnal.
`` What was his name, '' Leo asked.
`` St. David, '' she whispered as impertinent, hot tears spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a hand a little modest, '' he instructed.
She swallowed hard and forced her right wing hand downward, feeling his regard on the place where her extremely hard nipple pushed against the fragile 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 subject.
`` So, you like big guy, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's trade good for me, '' he chuckled.
Kristen 's hired man stopped trailing down the silk at the top of her slit.
`` Rub yourself through the nighty, '' he ordered, placing his proper manus on the Brobdingnagian bulge in his jeans.
Kristen 's midriff fingerbreadth wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the brim of her bald pussy. She caressed her button seductively despite how dry her slit was.
`` Show me those titties, '' he said thickly. `` stopover rubbing them and extract your nighty down so I can see. ``
Kristen pulled the top of her nighty down, exposing her tit as she continued to rub at her dry, unaroused pussy.
`` You have magnificent tit, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those nipples ! I have seen a lot of titties and the nipples on them but, I have only seen one set as long, suckable, abusable and sexy as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the gibbousness of his cock a short faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her pic and self witting of her unusually long teat.
`` Lift up your nighty and show me your cunt, '' he ordered.
Her heyday deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, bald snatch petty by fiddling, eventually exposing it completely.
`` Open your legs, '' Leo instructed. `` I said show me your pussy and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her thighs apart, exposing her nigh private body part to the masked stranger.
`` red cent, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very pretty fathead. Four year 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 wait to get a smell at Chelsea 's, '' he exclaimed.
`` No, please, '' Kristen begged. `` You can do anything you want to me and I will do anything you say but, delight, leave my daughter alone. ``
`` I will do anything I want to you, and your minuscule girl, and the two of you will do anything I say or, I will do thing that make you wish you had, '' he said in menacing unassumingness.
Not my little girl, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, seraphic girl.
`` Now, here is what comes side by side, '' Leo said, grabbing her attention. `` You are going to go in the bathroom and pretty yourself up. Do your hair and makeup nice and sexy.
`` You will be in there for 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 understand Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fear for her daughter choking her words.
`` Good, twenty dollar bill minutes starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the john, 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 threshold, rattling the grip.
The chair from my vanity, she guessed. I 'm most in all likelihood locked in, she thought. Unwilling to test the hypothesis and risk Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her physical composition as the stereo system in her sleeping accommodation came to lifetime. rural area euphony playing, Kristen focused on her task.
`` Kristen, turn off the Christ Within and make out out now, '' he commanded through the door upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the short switch and pushing the door open.
Her middle, accustomed to the light of the bathroom, where momentarily blind in the duskiness of her candle lit bedroom.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her oculus adjusted enough to see her boundary and gagged daughter.
The petite girl tried to cry out to her mother, the words becoming a nonmeaningful squeal against the huge ball gag that stretched her jaw uncomfortably.
`` Oh my God Chelsea, '' Kristen said, sobbing as she dropped to her human knee in movement of her chairwoman bound daughter.
`` You did near in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will assume the gag out of Chelsea 's mouth. You have ten minutes to do the same to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no time, consoling her frightened daughter as she applied makeup and fixed the girl 's disheveled blonde curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten instant. `` Now, I want you to look over there, '' he said, gesturing to the sleeping room threshold.
Kristen looked, after a moment, seeing the circuit board across the door. They where locked in.
`` Just wanted you to be aware, '' he said. `` Now, Kristen, attached to the footboard of your bed are handcuffs. I want you in them. ``
She hesitated only a moment, quickly recognizing the threat his hired hand on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and cuff herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` Good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to undo you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to answer a few head. Mommy, would you wish to tell her the rest period ? ``
`` Whatever he asks baby, tell him the verity. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a boyfriend Chelsea, '' he asked, kneeling to begin releasing her ankles.
`` No, '' the little girl replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock astonishment. `` Pretty female child like you ? Have you ever had a boyfriend ? ``
`` Yeah, one, '' she answered.
`` Just one ? So, have you ever had sex ? ``
`` No, '' the shy daughter whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with boys ? ``
`` 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 potential. `` I let two speck my boobs, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched I prick and let him impact my cunny lips, '' she blurted. Her rosiness darkened as she shot chagrined glimpse at her mother.
`` Just your lips, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his finger in your slit ? ``
`` No, '' Chelsea replied, shaking her drumhead.
`` Have you ever had anything in your hole, '' 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 aspect turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the way to her mom 's night stand. She opened the drawer, pulled out the small, white vibrator and took it back to the big, cloak stranger.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry ! You are going to find slap-up, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
Fear crossed Chelsea 's grimace as his Holy Scripture sank in. Tears built in her middle, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` take in me, '' Kristen cried. `` leave of absence 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 help her do what I want or, I can injure her and make her do it. Your choice mum, '' he said, punctuating the threat by dragging the female child 's head back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, unable to see her daughter in pain.
`` 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.
female parent and daughter embraced as Leo sat back down in the wing back chair.
`` Kristen, bring your girl over here, '' he instructed after a consequence.
Hand in mitt, 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 hunky-dory baby, '' Kristen said to her scared, shy girl. `` See ? I 'm pretty much naked already. ``
She pulled the girl 's jersey up and over her principal, uncovering her petite upper berth body and a thickly padded garden pink bra.
`` Half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter perpetrate down and, maltreat out of, her white pajama shorts, exposing the daughter 's whitened thong.
Kristen smiled at her embarrass girl, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls know how sexy you are, '' Leo asked, letting his eyes play over them from behind his mask.
Mother and girl shook their heads in unintentional unison.
`` Well, I know, '' he said, rubbing his palm down the length of his straining hammer.
`` Chelsea, come sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The girl obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, round, barely handle ass on the rigorousness of his peter.
`` That 's nice, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare pelt. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a recondite breath and began to slip out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her little girl, slowly pushing his cock against her butt.
`` Is n't your mommy sexy, '' he asked the little girl on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your bend to liberate some dress, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one bridge player. `` Take it off and prove me your sexy little titty, '' he instructed.
Chelsea slipped her bra off and, at his press, turned sideways on his lap.
`` Oh my God, '' he said in awe. `` You have such nice little titties ! And look, farsighted nipples like your mammy. ``
Kristen looked at her topless girl. Her rung, a cup tits were perky and firm and, topped with unusually foresighted mamilla.
Chelsea returned her mother 's gaze, for the first time actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` Come here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hired man up Chelsea 's petite physical structure and covering her perky little tit with his big handwriting.
Kristen stepped closer, watching helplessly as the cloak man groped her daughter.
`` Touch each other 's tits, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his dislodge mitt. He rubbed his cock against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my boobies when I was XIII, Kristen thought as she placed her hand on her daughter 's small-scale, firm breast.
Chelsea put her hand on her mommy 's tit and began to rub. She had always been jealous of with child chested miss and had secretly wondered what big tit felt like.
`` Kristen, show me your baby girl 's puss, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the girl 's recollective nipples between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her daughter 's panties off and coaxed her legs apart.
`` Very fuck nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, look at your picayune fille 's cunt. ``
Kristen looked between her girl 's bed cover legs, right field at her bald, intumescent pussy.
Leo caressed the girl 's pussy lips, while her female parent watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger into her slit, letting Kristen see her girl 's fat twat wrap itself around his big, molest finger.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` Okay daughter, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the girls on either side of meat of him. His big, powerful work force grabbed and touched the blonde female parent and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, take my stopcock out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's dungaree. She reached inside and pulled out his immense cock.
She starred at it for a moment, shocked not at the impressive size but, at the similarities between this pecker and her belatedly husband's.
In size of it and chassis, they were identical. The lonesome differences being that, Jacques Louis David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the birthmark she had loved to kiss was n't above the stranger 's balls.
`` Too big for you, '' Leo teased.
`` No, '' Kristen answered.
`` Was your beau cock that big, '' he asked Chelsea.
`` Not even close, '' she replied, starring at the impressive member.
`` Go down there with your momma, '' he instructed the girl. `` Kristen, demonstrate your daughter how to handle a rattling stopcock. ``
`` Give me your hand sister, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the girl 's small paw and wrapping it around the shaft of his cock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to suck cock, '' he ordered, pulling the silenced handgun from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's promontory. `` And keep in creative thinker, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my balls I shoot. You do anything but give me the advantageously blowjob of your life history, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, angry and scare but, powerless.
`` Watch mommy, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her mouth wide-eyed and took his hammer inside.
It had been long time since she had sucked a shaft but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the wrath and fright, Kristen focused on the task at handwriting. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the alien 's shaft trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so pore, she did n't notice how intently her girl was watching. The female child 's curiosity and clandestine sex drive held far more than mogul than her fear of the gun.
`` Your little girl wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her mouth off his cock and looked at her girl.
`` Okay baby, just put it in your mouth and suck. Do n't rub your teeth and do n't bite down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so screw wrong, Kristen thought, watching her girl slowly wrap her mouth around a strange man 's massive dick.
She is a natural, Kristen thought as her daughter began giving a porn flair cock sucking.
`` brand her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his prick pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` deglutition infant, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spew it out, withdraw it like a practiced female child. ``
fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to immerse cum like a good girl.
You are also being raped, another vox said.
Kristen could n't reason that and pushed the thoughts away as she watched her daughter swallow her first mouthful of cum.
`` Your little missy is a lifelike, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's thinking.
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 cunt lips.
`` Still a duet of dry cunts, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very farsighted before I 'm ready to fill a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the scourge in his Bible.
Leo pulled his custody back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her daughter wet or, he would thrust his huge cock into her dry, virgin slit. It was a win win site 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 exempt fast enough, we could n't get out fast enough, he is going to take my baby girl 's virginity by rape.
The lone thing I can do for sure as shooting is make 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 niggling breast pointed at the cap, her bluish eyes on her mother.
Kristen pushed her daughter 's legs apart and began moving between them.
`` No ma, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close her legs. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's wrong ! ``
`` Baby, this man is going to dishonour 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 pull in you wet. It wo n't hurt as a lot, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, people say it 's wrong and, ''
`` I do n't care about people, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, forget about what is right or wrong and try to revel it, '' she told her daughter. Like I am going to try and bask it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom bedspread her legs and get between them.
make-believe it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. Pretend that the pretty little pussy belongs to one of the little girl David used to bring plate. Hades, just focus on that plump, tight, bald, perfect little cunt.
Kristen felt her own pussy get warm as she slipped her knife between the plump lip of her daughter 's twat. She took her time, easing the girl into it. Her warm, wet natural language worked it 's way into the stripling 's twat petty by little.
Kristen licked at the bound of her daughter 's golf hole then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the still slight bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her little lady friend 's optic as her tongue dipped into the chess opening of her hole.
Warm, slippery, sweet tasting liquid covered Kristen 's tongue as her daughter became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her legs too as the compounding of involvement and naughtiness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her eyes going directly to Leo 's Brobdingnagian, firmly cock.
`` Get your tongue out of your daughter 's cunt you nasty whore, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her frightened daughter.
`` mom, '' the girl 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 legs, lining his massive cock up to her diminished, Virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her sleeve around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the head of his gumshoe into her.
Chelsea tensed a niggling but, because of her mommy 's lingua, it did n't hurt to much.
Kristen watched the big shaft stretch her daughter 's little pussy, watched it make it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to thrust in longer, grueling strokes. He pulled his putz almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's torso hard enough to take a leak her tiny tits jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eyes and let her body react. Let her pussy find the pleasure in the hammer rape. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the time, a vocalism 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 side of meat, she realized.
She thought fast and acted faster.
Kristen reached up quickly, grabbing Leo 's mask and ripping it off as he came in her daughter 's pussy.
`` Oh my fucking God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the face behind the mask.
`` pappa, '' Chelsea questioned in a scandalise scream.
`` Hi girls, '' he said as his massive cock finished pumping cum into his girl 's cunt.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's sentiment. `` Well, legally, '' he said, slipping his turncock 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 cock away. `` There is a lot you girls never knew about me. You never knew about my illegal body process or connections. You never knew what I really did for a living and, you never knew about my kinsperson incest tradition.
`` A footling over four and a half years ago, some very bad people decided they wanted me, and my family, suddenly. At the Sami time, I had a beautiful daughter, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy woman. I had tried to entrust my family tradition behind but, it became toilsome. So, with people wanting me utter and my needing to go, I faked my end. ``
`` You faked your destruction to protect the daughter you just raped, '' Kristen screamed.
`` It 's all I have thought about for year, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my kin 's taboo tradition. This was the solitary way I could reach it happen. ``
Kristen 's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream, cry, defeat Saint David and hug him.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm glad you came back, '' she said, throwing her implements of war around his neck opening and pressing her naked dead body against him.
The Chaos in Kristen 's mind stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the verity. She was glad he was back too and, she could get used to nights like this .