invisibility - II ( See Invisibility before reading )

Saint George drove domicile from the shopping center, his bags of minor stolen particular sat in his back seat, his nous still grappled with the experience he shared, at least that's the tidings he was trying to use in his mind. The pleasurable meeting that he shared with the beautiful mother and daughter. But he knew, it wasn't exactly a shared out experience, he'd molested them. The give-and-take stung his psyche, a dark bolt of dread. He was a upright man, he told himself. He reminisced on the good deeds and generous turn he'd committed in his life. How well he treated cleaning lady, his sisters, mother, yesteryear lady friend. He wasn't a rapist ! The mother had an orgasm, he said to himself. She wasn't wearing panty ! She was a hot and horny woman and he'd given her an experience of a lifespan. He imagined she'd think fondly of her unusual encounter in the mall. But then he'd think about the girl. Her look of confusion and fear. The cum he'd splashed up into her pussy pussy. It 's potential he could hold impregnated her ! The idea shocked and revolted him. But some spark in the back of his judgment lit as well. A small fry. He didn't have any yet. Imagine if he spawned kid all over the city, the state, the world… Oh my god, I shouldn't be thinking like this, he thought. But the small flame wouldn't be snuffed out.

His creative thinker wandered off, thinking about siring nestling, unbeknownst to their mother's who the father could be. It was a better train of persuasion than the one where he was just a molester of women. His head considered, what if the cleaning woman got DNA test to find out who the beginner of their mystery child was ? Was his DNA on data file ? No, but maybe his sis had sent in their DNA to one of those family account DNA sites. What if the mother was taking her daughter to get a rapine examination right now ? She knew her girl's youthful pussy had been bathed in cum, she'd seen it, smelled it, tasted it. Maybe she didn't know how it happened, but she knew it happened. Her girl was shocked, and probably had never seen or felt the hot cum of a man before. He hoped the mother had kept the knowledge to herself and not alarmed the girl. But the daughter had been hairless, the heller on his shoulder joint whispered to him, she can't be that innocent if she's shaving herself bare. He shook off the idea. It mattered not the reasonableness she kept herself hair's-breadth devoid, he'd doused a possibly fertile charwoman's vaginal entrance with his fertile cum. A rapine kit would surely garner his DNA. And it could jibe that of a family penis. All a jury would necessitate to hear is that he lived nearby and that his cum was found on the private parts of someone below the state's age of consent. He'd be finished, his sprightliness over. pokey would be his new home.

swither creased his brow as he surfed the net for answers. After several exhausting hours of panic, George I had calmed down. Even if his sisters had submitted DNA, the differences in their DNA would go along any probe from pointing at him. Luckily he'd not given in to his own peculiarity and sent in a 23 and Me kit himself. He took a drink to get back his nervus and made himself dinner. Really just heated up the prepared food he'd swiped from the market store earlier.

He once again pondered the gift he'd been given by the mysterious old woman. So far, it hadn't really impacted his animation greatly. He still went to work, paid his bills, etc.. but he was spending less money on food. More significantly, he spent less fourth dimension socializing. Not that he was the most societal person before, but in the past he'd surf social media, chat with ally, hit up bodge and spunk to see if he could spark up a escort. Since he'd become aware of his new powers, he'd barely done any of that. thinking of char made him think of the bond he shared with the sexy mother and daughter. He was concerned that he'd frightened them. He felt the need to make trusted they were okay. As the eventide set in, he decided he needed to check up on them. His guilt was telling him that he should try to take indemnity, at least that's what he told himself.

He pulled up a few pulley-block from the savoir-faire on mum's license. Her name it turns out was Elizabeth Crenshaw. Her number one wood license didn't indicate more than a generically attractive tweed woman. He walked up to the house. 57 in gold numbers on the front door confirmed he was at the right wing place. An SUV in the driveway, but no early car. No husband, thought George. Or maybe he wasn't home, maybe working, out with the boy, picking up dinner party ? The door was locked. damn. Now what ? George IV walked around the house, peering in windows, he saw the tv set on. Mother and daughter sat on the couch, some inane sitcom played on the TV. Both mother and girl seemed more interested in their telephone set than whatever was on the TV. George V circled around the house, finding the back door. It was also locked. damn. He circled further, until he found a windowpane partially open up. With the help of an override drivel can, he was able to get in through the window, into the downstairs bath. Just as he was closing the window to the way he'd found it, Elizabeth entered, flipping on the lights.

George's heart almost leapt out of his mouth, caught red handed ! But the sexy mom didn't pay him any tending. Pulling down her comfortable sweatpants to her ankles, she sat on the bathroom. George I prepared to crawl expecting her to pee, right next to him. But she didn't, she was fully concentrating on her phone, and then leaned back a little on the toilet. He heard the mild sound of a moan cum from her sound. She was watching porn ! He realized. He bent forward to get a look, and surely enough, the image of a woman knack over and getting pounded from behind played across her screen. Her other deal dipped between her spread stage, to her now companion bare pussy."She's horny as fuck"George I whispered to himself. Fully aware hoi polloi paid no care to what he said while"invisible ”, George continued to talk to her as she masturbated."You're just a horny little slattern aren't you ? Getting off in the mall wasn't enough was it ? Maybe the discernment of my cum has you all hot and bothered. Don't you wish it was your pussy dripping in my cum and not your daughters ?"George IV squeezed his large cock through his pants. He'd be fishing it out and joining her in just a moment.

A muffled cry from down the hall, interrupted their fun."What is it sweety ?"yelled the mother in response to whatever her daughter had yelled. She quickly shut her phone and stood, pulling her effort pants up. She flushed the sewer to complete the ruse before leaving the lav. George followed her, Sarah was telling her mother that she was going to bed.

"Ok infant, don't forget to take a exhibitor ”, suggested Elizabeth Crenshaw.

George watched the sexy teen capitulum out of the life room, and then glance at her phone once her daughter had left. She sat back down on the couch, waiting a moment for her daughter to guide up the stairs before going back to her speech sound. Her other deal slipped into her effort pant. George IV was torn, he wanted to follow Sarah up to see her strip down and contract a shower, but here was Elizabeth, hand in knickers, ready to give him a devoid show. The idiomatic expression about a razz in the hand being worth two in the Dubyuh ran through his mind. His cock was beckoning for something else to be in his hand than an imaginary dame. The front of Elizabeth's exertion pants made it clear-cut that her manus was slowly working at that oh so smooth cunt. George finally made a decision. In a flash he stripped off his clothes, his place, wind sleeve, pants, sweatshirt, all piled up on the living room level. Only his ski mask remained on. He held his orotund tool in his mighty clenched fist, stroking slowly along its duration.

Upstairs, both he and Elizabeth noted the sound of the exhibitor turning on. Elizabeth II needed no further opportunity to press her sweat trouser down to her ankles, and then completely off her rightfulness foot. She pulled her knees up and planted her metrical unit on the edge of the sofa. George couldn't believe it. She couldn't have exposed herself any better to his aspect. She held her cell phone in her left deal and worked her cunt with her right. That beautiful plump bald pussy was right in front of him. Slick purulent succus lubed Elizabeth's incision and dripped down the crack of her ass. His dick was painfully surd, and his balls ached for more than a self inflicted hand job. In the video on her speech sound, Elizabeth watched a Loretta Young female child getting pounded by a big pecker. The young porn hotshot's squeals barely audible as the volume was on low. The mother kept her focus on her clit, rubbing her fingers in circles, her labia was open like a prime in wide-cut bloom, her neck and pitcher's mound flushed pinko from her arousal.

The scene, the opportunity, it was all just too much for St. George, he squatted down, planting his knee joint on the sofa edge, on either side of meat of Elizabeth's feet. His midst pole pointed straight at the dark-skinned pink inwardness of the char's cunt. Using one hand to energize himself on the spinal column of the lounge, George IV used his other hand to guide his nearly purple headed social club toward the offered possibility. His breathing time hissed through his teeth like a perforated tire as his swollen glans bumped between Elizabeth II's pink labia. Elizabeth's digit stopped moving, her oculus grew wide of the mark at the ace as George VI pressed his thick veiny cock inside her unsuspecting cunt."Oh fuck !"he groaned as 3 inch of buddy-buddy pecker pressed easily into the fair sex's cunt.

"What the screw ! ?"gasped Elizabeth. Her telephone set dropped from her bequeath deal, forgotten, her oral sex tilted back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the feeling of her wanton pussy being filled overcame her. George froze at her declaration, his cock only partly trespassed into the woman's bitch. His heavy balls hung between his squatting thighs, they screamed at George VI that they wanted to be slapping this womanhood 's ass, why had he stopped ? Taking in her countenance, George drew back and then pumped in encourage than before. Elizabeth began taking breaths like she was in a Lemas class as the intruder began working his massive cock inside her. She looked down, not really comprehending why it looked something the sizing of a soda can was jammed in her cunt, but the pleasure was too a good deal and her foreland snapped back to the couch, her optic closed once again. George slipped his arms under her knee joint and clamped his hands onto the back of the sofa. He held the mother's legs spread as instinct took over, his rosehip pistoned forward, long, strong deep fortuity, he bottomed out in Elizabeth's twat with over two column inch of cock left out. His hips yearned to slap against her ass and thighs, but he knew that usually never happened.

George began to fuck in earnest and Elizabeth succumbed to the assault on her slit. He wasn't sure if she was aware of his presence or not, but he knew for sure, that either way, she was definitely welcoming the pounding he was giving her. She panted and squealed as his tempo increased. In moments she started shuddering and thrashing in his strong traveling bag. Her pegleg remained locked over his weapon system as her sexual climax ripped through her. George was getting light headed himself. His articulatio coxae continued to Irish punt forward. Harder, stronger, he punched her cervix with the blunt caput of his shaft with impunity. Elizabeth II's second orgasm rolled over her. She was now just twitching and drooling from her mouth. A long drawn out moan echoed throughout the sustenance room. She was utterly lost in the cascade of coming that had started in her body. George continued to British pound sterling the unmarried mother's cunt.

"Oh fuck…OH nooky ! I'm going to CUM ! I'm going to fill your cunt with my cum !"shouted George as his orgasm approached. He'd never been so vocal with past lovers, but now, with his new office, he felt free to vocalize everything that he'd previously kept locked in his mind."Oh my god ! I'm going to spray your cervix with cum ! I wish I could put my cock inside your womb !"Elizabeth responded with inarticulate groans and pant. She didn't know if she was on climax 5 or 6 by the time George III peaked, his tool had gained another in of head into the heart aged cleaning lady cunt, her ass bumped the big top of his thighs. His balls had drawn up and finally, with a mighty boom, he let loose."fucking fuckfuck FUUUUCK ! ! !"he roared as his hips bucked and cum spurted against his victim's battered neck. He pumped and gushed his seed as deep into the woman as he could.

Great gasp of air filled his lungs as he came down from the coming. He removed his arms from the back of the couch, Elizabeth quivered and shook through her final orgasm, her middle closed, her cheap screams were now just quiet whine. George IV slumped to floor on his articulatio genus, his cock slipped out of her hole like a snake leaving its den and her animal foot slid to the trading floor on either side of him. George panted remaining still for a moment, letting the line of descent kick back to his head, and his hearing return to him. All was dumb, keep open the slowing breaths of the two unexpected lovers. No other sounds, he thought, so peaceful, George I couldn't remember ever feeling so satisfied as he did at that very minute.

So quiet…so, so tranquillize ! George couldn't hear a shower bath running. His eyes shot full open and his heartbeat quickened, he rolled back on his heels to look around the way, and, Oh horseshit ! In the hall leading from the living elbow room to the stairs, stood Sarah. She held her hired man to her mouth, a look of shock on her face. She had a Caucasian bathrobe on and her head was wrapped in a towel. The rebuff young woman was frozen, trying to process what she'd just witnessed. George looked back at Elizabeth. Her eye were slitted like an opium addict, slouched back on the couch, unaware or uncaring that her legs were splayed exposed and a huge river of cum dripped from her red swollen cunt down the front of the couch to pool on the livelihood room floor.

George VI noted that Sarah's gaze was locked on her mother. He was still invisible to the young lady. George stood, carefully watching as Sarah lowered her hand from her sassing, and then slowly turned and tried to move as quietly as possible up the step, taking only one last feeling back at her mother, before disappearing from view.

George looked back at Elizabeth, she remained in a daze, she might even be asleep, he wasn't sure. Guilt washed over him as he looked at her cum covered knock about pussy and the heap he'd left on the couch and base. He grabbed Elizabeth II's sweatpants, her foot still caught in one of the stage, and used the other pant leg to wipe down her cunt and mop up all his cum. He pulled them off her former foot and completed cleansing, charwoman, cast and floor of his cum as best he could. Looking at the spent woman, George felt a flutter of concern, he pulled her legs up onto the couch and then covered her with the blanket that was draped over the backrest of it. Still naked, save for the ski mask, he decided to find a washing political machine. He needed to destroy the evidence, so to speak. After not finding the laundry on the starting time base, masked and naked George IV carried the cum covered sweatpants upstairs in Bob Hope to bump the apparel washer up there.

George found an over under washing whole in the toilet that Sarah must have taken a shower in. It was still warm and steaming. He dumped the mother's cum soaked sweatpants into the washing machine, and then looked around for detergent. He tossed a pod into the machine, but washing just a single duet of sweatpants, George V looked for a trammel. He found it, popped the top and faced a pair of pantie on top of early girlie clothing. There they were, a pair of Sara's panties. Not the 1 he'd creamed earlier in the day, but another span. Probably the ones she'd put on once she'd arrest home. He wondered where the former panty had gone, the ones the mother had stowed in her bag. He picked up the panties, they were so modest, he thought, G-string, on a young teen. How the shag did his cock start to rise ! He looked down in astonishment. His balls ached, but his hammer thickened in defiance. Setting the scanty aside, Saint George threw Sarah's wash into the washer, thrifty not to mix in burnished colouring material. He started up the washer, then stopped to wee in the stool as he heard the washer begin to fill with piddle.

Grabbing Sarah's gently assume pantie, George stepped into the hallway. He wrapped the fiddling panty around his still starchy cock. He hadn't heard Elizabeth stir, and the phone of euphony could be heard coming from a door next to the bathroom. guiltiness and curio fought their sleeveless conflict in George V's mind. His aching clump and painful cock won yet again."She'll never remember or point out if I check in on her"he convinced himself. He swung open the door to Sarah's elbow room.

The slender teen lay on her bed, back propped up on several of the dozen pillows and pig out beast on her bed. Cheer trophies and posters of some teeny bop pop stars adorned her walls. Her chief was still in the towel wrapping and her gown had slipped slightly undefendable. One small breast was mostly seeable, just shy of the nipple, the other knocker was fully obscured. The ass was surface, fully exposing the line where her thighs pressed together, all the way up to the bald fleshy vee, unfortunately her slit was hidden, from prospect. George stood in the room access, unconsciously, stroking his cock with the girl's panties. She was unmindful to his presence, tapping away on her earpiece, clearly texting with a friend or updating her social media. It would be totally okey if he just watched for a little bit, he told himself. Such a pretty innocent daughter, sitting in her way, he thought. He almost jumped out of his pelt when her phone rang.

"Hey Trace !"smiled Sarah at her phone, must be a facetime song thought George

"Hey Sarah !"responded the voice from her phone."You're serious ! Like right on the couch !"

"Yes ! I couldn't believe it"Sarah said in a hushed tincture."Right on the couch while I took a shower."

"No way ! Did you get a picture ?"laughed the interpreter on the phone.

"You're so gross Trace"giggled Sarah.

"You should snarf down and see if she's still there. Show me."chided suggestion

Sarah rolled her middle at the phone,"You're a little perv ”.

"Your mom's hot, you know it."laughed Trace.

Saint George felt better now that he'd taken the time to hide the mother and give her some decency, should her girl try and give away her for her friend's watch pleasure.

"Such a have it off wierd day ”, the expletive seemed off, coming from new Sarah's lips."Is it normal to have so a great deal Patrick Victor Martindale White pick ?"

"What cream ?"asked Tracy, clearly confused by the change of questioning.

"You know, from down there ? Like do fille cream ?"

"I think so,"answered touch,"My cousin says that young lady can cream."

"I can't believe how much ointment was in my panties..… I mean my mother's scanty"stuttered Sarah, clearly having said something she didn't intend to.

"Why are you looking at your mother's panties ?"chided touch

Sarah blushed red."They were on the floor by the couch…"she said, not very convincingly.

"Oh, let me see !"

"No, I'm not going back down there."

"Did she see you ? You know how she likes to peek in at us.."

"I don't think so, she seemed totally out of it."

"She must have had a good cum !"guffawed shadow

"Shut up !"chastised Sarah.

George II's cock throbbed and ached at the banter between the adolescent regarding seeing Elizabeth I in a country of sexual bliss, and mistaking his cum for something that the female parent and daughter's pussy produced on their own. As the girls talked, Sarah lifted a knee and flopped her wooden leg open. Her bare smooth snatch became unwrap and George III's mouth watered. He looked at the smiling riant girl and back down at her bare twat. His cock throbbed."Maybe just a little taste."He told himself."I bet she won't even notice."The daughter continued to chatter as George entered the room. Sarah paid no attention to anything but her phone. George got on men and knees and crawled to the end of the girlfriend's bed. His heart locked onto her slender wooden leg and denudate incision like a homing projectile. He paused as his head reached her bed."In for a cent, in for a pound ”, his brain rattled off another idiom to help ease his conscience for what he was about to do.

The uprise man climbed up onto the nearly nude teens bed. His system of weights shifted the mattress, but Sarah just spread her legs a bit more to compensate for the momentaneous lean."Oh fuck that's beautiful"whispered George, somewhat conscious that he didn't want to be heard by touch on the other end of the earpiece. He couldn't imagine seeing anything Thomas More beautiful than the politic tumid lips, parted by a deep incision, completely hiding the labia inside. George IV's cock leaked precum and his lip watered. He crawled between the stripling legs and quickly lowered his mouth to the girl 's cunt.



"We were shopping for the cheer event …… oooh…. Mmmmm"Sarah stopped mid time and her heart closed. A long suspension in conversation stretched out before hint interrupted.

"Sarah ! What's going on ?"

Sarah's eyes opened, though half lidded now."Oh.. I was saying that we… ooof… didn't get.. The… umm…. Ohh… we didn't ….didn't… get …. Uuuhh…. The .. shiit…"

George's tongue lapped at the stripling slit. It was so easygoing, so smooth. He couldn't believe how much he liked to suck on the meaty flesh and turn over his tongue into her hole. He found her niggling clit at lastly and sucked it between his lips.

"Sarah ! Are you doing it to ? ! Like mother like daughter !"laughed Trace.

"Nooo… I'm not ! Guuunnng… uuuhhh. Fuck Trace, it feels so good."

Tracy laughed,"You're a footling perv ! Sarah's playing with herself on the phone ! Ha ha ha ha"

"No, I'm not… swear…oof… ohhh yes…. See.."Sarah held her phone up and showed her other handwriting to the phone.

George V was now holding the young woman 's thighs spread wide, he pushed her legs back like he was snapping the drumsticks off the grace turkey. His mouth worked the delicious cunt with complete abandon. He sucked her stamp inner and outer lips, he probed as deeply as he could go into her pussy, gently poking at her partially mangled virginal membrane. He then went back to working her clitoris. He heard her pant and her conversation ceased. Trace continued to fuddle the casual verbal jab at Sarah, but she was ignoring her protagonist as an orgasm built from the nerve centre of her youthful hips. St. George sucked her small clit into his mouth and rubbed his tongue back and Forth River across the turgid nub. Sarah's question was thrown back now as her little eubstance began to thrash about. Trace prattled on but neither Sarah nor George VI were paying any attention to her now. Her phone lay forgotten against the teen's rumpled bed spread.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god ”, panted Sarah, over and over again. The wave of her coming came in like the tide, slow, construction and relentless. And then the wave crashed over her. Her piffling pussy sprayed cum into George II's rima oris. He was surprised by the little girl gushing puss, but he continued lapping and sucking. He wanted to see if the daughter was mutliorgasmic like the mother. Sarah began shaking and squealing. George kept his mouth latched to her bitch, his hands wrapped around her slender second joint, holding her in place as he drank of her delight and quim. His peter was leaking precum all over her bed. He must throw suckled the teens cunt for another 15 second, as her body shivered and shook. Her caput tossing up and down on the bed like a scene out of the exorcist. She wasn't as song as her mother, but her orgasms were almost violent and lengthened. George's tongue finally raised the signal flag. The girl's ability to cum had outlasted his ability to lap at her. He pulled away on bent grass cubitus, the girl lay panting on her back.

St. George 's tongue may induce been done, but his rooster was near bursting. He looked with some indisposition at the virgin pussy before him. He'd fallen a long way in the past week, but he'd not yet fallen that far. His fist wrapped around his thick perch, he looked form one pair of puffy pink lips, to the other. A nod of his top dog and it had been decided. His cock and his psyche had come to a ending. He shuffled on helping hand and knee toward the panting girl 's head. He straddled her pillow, fisting his bloated pecker right beside the girl 's face. His coming was near.

Saint George slid his hand through pretty Sarah's whisker and cupped the back of her skull. He lifted her panting and surface lips to the end of his cock, and then in one flying move, shoved himself deep into her back talk. He figured if he got his cock deep enough, he'd hit her gag physiological reaction before she was able to prick down on him. Sarah's pharynx immediately went into gagging as George VI's massive cock stretched her jaw and pressed past her uvula."Oh shtup !"he groaned as his cock erupted, hot cum sprayed the missy tonsils. She continued to attempt to regurgitate, causing cum to swamp the back of her rhinal passage. George I held her psyche with both hands and pumped roofy after roofy into the spasming lady friend's throat. Her eyes were spread out wide, staring into George III's masked typeface in sheer terror as she fought for breath. Her men beatnik at his limb as the stopping point shudder of his coming receded.

George V suddenly became aware that he was choking the girl to death. He leapt off the bed and stood by it like a statue, panic, fear, guilt feelings, and delight all overloaded his nous into a minute of terminated inaction. Sarah had rolled onto her hired man and knees and was taking in big panting SOB of air, trying to enchant her breather, cum drooled from her nostril and mouth onto her bed."Oh fuck !"said George, and he bolted out of her way. He ran downstairs. He found Elizabeth still asleep on the sofa. He threw his clothes on as fast as possible, made a immediate scan of the way to see if he'd dropped anything, and then bolted out the spinal column door. He ran down the pulley-block to his car and headed for home. feel of guilty conscience and apprehension ran fresh through his blodd.

Sarah, having regained her breath, looked over at the daze look on Tracy's side, her headphone had been lying against the cover, facing Sarah as she'd shivered through her orgasms and the violent but legal brief throat piece of tail. fear and shock raged across Sarah's face.

"Did you see that ?"yelled the missy."Did you see him ?"

"Who ?"asked Tracy. The girl was clearly flushed. Halfway through, she'd given in and had been playing with her own pussy as she watched her protagonist get off.

"His cock was choking me !"panted the freaked out Sarah

"Whaat… ? Is that what you were thinking about ?"

"What do you mean, thinking about ?"asked Sarah

"When you were, you know, making yourself cum ?"

"It wasn't me, I swear"

"Oh my god… really ?"Said tincture, wide eyed.

"Really"said Sarah

"You mean she finally decided to do more than sniff your pantie ?"asked Trace

Sarah shook her forefront angrily,"NO pudden-head ! It wasn't my mother !"

"Well if it wasn't you, and it wasn't your mother, then who gave you 500 coming ?"chided Trace

Sarah blushed, the memories of the man had almost completely melt, but the computer storage of the orgasms hadn't .."I don't know… I don't know what came over me."

George was somewhat more cool off by the time he'd reached his house. He'd taken the ski mask off before he got out of his car. He walked inside and took a shower, he couldn't wash the guilt away, and the odour of Sarah's pussy lingered in his nose. Looking in the mirror he uttered"arcanus ”. I'll never say those words again, he promised himself. Never…. But never is a very long time .