Cool night air drifted through the open windowpane, pleasantly chilling her warm, moistness, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the bedroom, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the can wall to the open windowpane.
She stood before the window closing 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 subject area and the occasional birdcall of a night hoot in the woodland.
It 's so peaceful and repose, Kristen thought. So much better than the city. I made the decent call. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A soft grinning playing at the quoin of her mouth as she replayed the events of the last six calendar month.
Her generally calm, respectful, intelligent daughter had erupted at the decision to move out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every bromide in the record at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for decent time to graduate next yr. 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 Jnr class of high school and celebrated her eighteenth natal day in the new planetary house a hebdomad later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a percentage sentence job, made a couple friends and settled in.
It 's going to be OK, Kristen assured herself, turning from the window.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the story with her effort dampened workout dress. She lifted her middle, trying to recover her pajamas, and caught her reflection in the entire length mirror directly across the room.
Her gamy oculus moved from her honey blond curls to her small, pedicured human foot as she approached the antique mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her reflection. No grey hair. No line. Not bad for XXX seven.
I still have pretty nice titmouse 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 nipple are still as eager as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her palm. She moved her deal and looked at her long, twilight pink mammilla. She traced a finger around her ring of color and over the operose, sensitive gratuity of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's aegir, Kristen thought as a warmth ranch between her legs.
Feeling a little naughty, and more aroused for feeling that way, Kristen began to slide her right hand down her breadbasket and over the bland, pilus relieve skin above her wet pussy.
She pulled her deal away from her pussy and let go of her tit as an idea formed in her mind.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eyes darted around the room.
Not the cupboard, she said, dismissing the immense, mostly bare space with a glance at the slightly open room access. I think in there, she decided.
feeling naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the closet to the tall, white-hot dressing table. She opened the back drawer down and began digging through the scads of seldom wear clothes.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the wakeful blue, 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 off and shine 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, unaccented drab material looked skilful against the shine, creamy peel of her titty. Her foresighted, severe tit stood out in complete backup against the thin, clear silk. Below her tit, the garment curved with her physical structure, accentuating her hourglass figure and round butt before ending just high enough on her thigh to not show her ass cheeks.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, strong man 's hand clamped down on her back talk from behind, grinding her backtalk against her teeth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight, wanted to scream, wanted to resist in any way but, her terror frozen organic structure refused to obey her screaming and jumbled head.
`` You just be prissy and calm, '' said a oceanic abyss, gravelly voice in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the student residence are going to come out awake. You do n't, '' the articulation trailed off and a silenced shooting iron slid into her vision.
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 tear fell from her eye. She nodded her head as vigorously as his hand would allow for.
`` trade good, that 's salutary, '' he said, returning to a delicate tone. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed real nice, got it ? ``
Kristen nodded again and felt him let her go cautiously.
She stepped forward, turned and sat on the bed flavor exposed in the skimpy nighty. She looked up at the foreign man through rip streaked eyes.
His face was covered in, what looked to her like, a opprobrious goalie masquerade with some variety of mesh covering his middle. He was tall and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the estimation to throw a run for it. Before you do, recollect about the little cutie. There is a very small hazard that I could miss you with a slug 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 other. Now, I am going to ask some questions. You answer honestly. What is your gens ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, Greco-Roman. You may telephone 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 interrogative sentence, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am thirty seven, she is only 15, please do n't, ''
E. B. White light erupted in Kristen 's capitulum as his left fist dig 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 fearsome lot. Now, rationalise for lying. ``
`` I 'm lamentable I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her fear for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` commodity. Now, who is the sexy slight nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the urge to try for a police officer fellow lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it create you find sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her head, embarrassed.
`` It makes you see sexy, '' he said. `` standstill up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the lightlessness office where his centre should be. `` I have a little 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 jewelry, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her arms to her English and stood in front of him. She could find his shroud centre 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 nominal head of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the excrescence pushing against his jeans, it 's presence confirming her awe.
`` 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 font in electric 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 door. By the way, the impostor turtleneck statue is n't very canny. 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 animal foot, tears of guilt feelings and ignominy rolling down her impertinence. If I had n't left that damn key. If I had stopped to talk to my daughter.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few steps backward in rules of order to pull the fender back chair away from the wall. `` Over the nighty will be fine for now. No need to rush affair, '' he added, sitting down in the deep red colored chair.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the base, raised her trembling hands and cupped her breasts. Her mammilla stabbed into her palms, harder from fearfulness than she ever remembered from arousal but, utterly asleep to her touch sensation.
`` When was the go prison term you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four days and three months, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, sexy matter like you, '' Leo said in shock. `` In that clock time I bet you could have found a thousand men who would have it away to fuck you ! Men of all years ! Your age, senior. Hell, I bet you could fuck a hundred hombre your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without cock ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` Well, I 'm sorry to hear that, '' he said in mock sympathy. `` Step finisher, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped closer, doing her better, despite her veneration and embarrassment, to act sexy and sensual.
`` What was his name, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as fresh, hot tears spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a hand a lilliputian lower, '' he instructed.
She swallowed hard and forced her redress mitt downward, feeling his gaze on the stead where her extremely hard nipple pushed against the melt off silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a small 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 field.
`` So, you like big guys, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's good for me, '' he chuckled.
Kristen 's hired hand stopped trailing down the silk at the top of her slit.
`` Rub yourself through the nighty, '' he ordered, placing his correctly handwriting on the huge bulge in his jeans.
Kristen 's middle fingerbreadth wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the rim of her bald pussy. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her pussy was.
`` Show me those titty, '' he said thickly. `` Stop rubbing them and get out your nighty down so I can see. ``
Kristen pulled the top of her nighty down, exposing her white meat as she continued to rub at her dry, unaroused twat.
`` You have magnificent tits, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those pap ! I have seen a lot of tit and the nipples on them but, I have only seen one set as retentive, suckable, abusable and aphrodisiacal as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the prominence of his cock a picayune faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self conscious of her unusually hanker nipples.
`` Lift 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 kitty-cat footling by slight, eventually exposing it completely.
`` Open your pegleg, '' Leo instructed. `` I said read me your pussy and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her second joint apart, exposing her most private physical structure part to the masked stranger.
`` shucks, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very pretty cuckoo. Four years must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking distinction of how much harder he rubbed his cock.
`` If your cunt is that pretty, I ca n't wait 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, delight, allow for my girl alone. ``
`` I will do anything I want to you, and your piffling girlfriend, and the two of you will do anything I say or, I will do matter that make you wish you had, '' he said in menacing sincerity.
Not my piddling girl, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, sweet girlfriend.
`` 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 haircloth 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 up out early or make out 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, 20 minutes starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the bathroom, shutting the doorway behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the door, she buried her face in the bend of her articulatio cubiti and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the door, rattling the hold.
The hot seat from my vanity, she guessed. I 'm most likely locked in, she thought. Unwilling to test the possibility and hazard Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her makeup as the stereo in her sleeping accommodation came to life. nation euphony playing, Kristen focused on her task.
`` Kristen, wrick off the twinkle and come out now, '' he commanded through the threshold upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the ignitor switch and pushing the door open.
Her oculus, accustomed to the luminousness of the bath, where momentarily blind in the faintness of her candle lit bedroom.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eyes adjusted enough to see her bound and gagged daughter.
The bantam young woman 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 articulatio genus in front of her chair bound daughter.
`` You did in effect in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will take the gag out of Chelsea 's mouth. You have ten minutes to do the Lapplander 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 tousled blonde curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten bit. `` Now, I want you to depend over there, '' he said, gesturing to the bedroom threshold.
Kristen looked, after a moment, seeing the add-in across the threshold. They where locked in.
`` Just wanted you to be mindful, '' he said. `` Now, Kristen, attached to the footboard of your bed are cuff. 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 manacle 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 inquiry. mum, would you like to tell her the balance ? ``
`` Whatever he asks infant, 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 astonishment. `` Pretty fille 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 son ? ``
`` Tell him baby, '' Kristen said, sending her girl 's hesitation.
`` well, I kissed three different boys, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as good as possible. `` I let two tint my tit, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched ones putz and let him touch my cunny brim, '' she blurted. Her blush darkened as she shot embarrassed glances at her mother.
`` Just your lips, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his finger's breadth in your kitty ? ``
`` 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 glance 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 cheek turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the elbow room to her mom 's night tie-up. She opened the drawer, pulled out the lowly, white vibrator and took it back to the big, masked unknown.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry red ! You are going to feel expectant, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
Fear crossed Chelsea 's facial expression as his words sank in. weeping built in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` acquire me, '' Kristen cried. `` Leave her alone and take me ! ``
Leo grabbed a handful of Chelsea 's hair and yanked the call 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 make her do it. Your pick Mommy, '' he said, punctuating the menace by dragging the girl 's promontory 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 well-off if you cooperate. ``
Like magic, a key appeared in his hired man. 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, contribute your daughter over here, '' he instructed after a moment.
hired hand in paw, 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 sister, '' Kristen said to her fright, shy daughter. `` See ? I 'm pretty much raw already. ``
She pulled the girl 's t-shirt up and over her head, uncovering her petite upper body and a thickly padded rap bra.
`` one-half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter pull down and, step out of, her Caucasian pajama underdrawers, exposing the lady friend 's white thong.
Kristen smiled at her humiliated daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls know how aphrodisiacal you are, '' Leo asked, letting his eye play over them from behind his mask.
Mother and daughter shook their headland in unintentional unison.
`` fountainhead, I know, '' he said, rubbing his palm down the distance of his straining cock.
`` Chelsea, come sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The girl obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, rhythm, barely covered ass on the hardness of his cock.
`` That 's nice, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare skin. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a deep breath and began to drop off out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her niggling girl, slowly pushing his cock against her butt.
`` Is n't your mommy sexy, '' he asked the girl on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your turn to release some clothes, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one hand. `` Take it off and evidence me your sexy petty 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 breast ! And front, long nipples like your mamma. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her round, a cup tits were chirpy and firm and, topped with unusually long nipples.
Chelsea returned her female parent 's gaze, for the start clip actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` ejaculate here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his script up Chelsea 's petite body and covering her perky petty tit with his big hand.
Kristen stepped closer, watching helplessly as the masked man groped her daughter.
`` Touch each other 's tits, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his free 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 baker's dozen, Kristen thought as she placed her paw on her girl 's humble, unwaveringly breast.
Chelsea put her handwriting on her mamma 's tit and began to rub. She had always been jealous of bigger chested miss and had secretly wondered what big titty felt like.
`` Kristen, show me your baby girl 's pussy, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the girlfriend 's prospicient teat between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her daughter 's panties off and coaxed her legs apart.
`` Very be intimate nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, face at your picayune female child 's bitch. ``
Kristen looked between her daughter 's spread ramification, right hand at her bald, intumescent pussy.
Leo caressed the girl 's pussy sass, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger into her slit, letting Kristen see her daughter 's fat cunt wrap itself around his big, hassle fingerbreadth.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` Okay girls, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the missy on either face of him. His big, powerful hired man grabbed and touched the blonde mother and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, admit my prick out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's jean. She reached inside and pulled out his huge cock.
She starred at it for a moment, shocked not at the impressive size but, at the similarities between this cock and her belated husband's.
In size of it and condition, they were superposable. The but difference being that, 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 boyfriends cock that big, '' he asked Chelsea.
`` Not even close, '' she replied, starring at the impressive member.
`` Go down there with your mama, '' he instructed the girl. `` Kristen, bear witness your girl how to handle a existent stopcock. ``
`` hold me your hand babe, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the young woman 's small mitt and wrapping it around the shaft of his shaft. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to draw hammer, '' he ordered, pulling the quieten pistol from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's oral sex. `` And keep in idea, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my chunk I shoot. You do anything but leave me the best cock sucking of your spirit, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, wild and mark but, powerless.
`` lookout man mommy, '' she said to her girl as she opened her mouth broad and took his stopcock inside.
It had been days since she had sucked a dick but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the anger and fearfulness, Kristen focused on the job at bridge player. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the alien 's pecker trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focused, she did n't notice how intently her daughter was watching. The girlfriend 's curiosity and secret sex drive held far More exponent than her fearfulness of the gun.
`` Your niggling miss wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her mouth off his cock and looked at her daughter.
`` O.K. baby, just put it in your mouth and suck. Do n't rub your dentition and do n't bite down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so fucking incorrectly, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her mouth around a strange man 's monolithic dick.
She is a raw, Kristen thought as her girl began giving a erotica mode blowjob.
`` shuffle her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his turncock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` Swallow baby, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spit out it out, swallow it like a respectable girl. ``
Fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to take back cum like a good girl.
You are also being raped, another voice said.
Kristen could n't argue that and pushed the mentation away as she watched her daughter swallow her first mouthful of cum.
`` Your little young woman is a natural, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's thoughts.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the shooting iron and gestured his victim to him. Without warning, he reached between their leg, slipping his fingers between their pussy lips.
`` Still a couple of dry twat, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very farseeing before I 'm ready to take a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the threat in his Holy Writ.
Leo pulled his hired hand back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her daughter wet or, he would ram his huge cock into her dry, virgin slit. It was a win win situation for him.
He is going to rape my girl and there is nothing I can do, Kristen told herself. I ca n't get the gun free fast enough, we could n't get out fast enough, he is going to take my baby lady friend 's virginity by rape.
The only thing I can do for certainly is earn it less dreadful, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down baby, '' Kristen instructed her daughter.
`` Why mammy, '' 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 roof, her blue eyes on her mother.
Kristen pushed her girl 's stage apart and began moving between them.
`` No mamma, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close up her legs. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's wrong ! ``
`` baby, this man is going to dishonor 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 spite as a good deal, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, multitude say it 's wrong and, ''
`` I do n't worry about people, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, forget about what is correct or wrong and try to savor it, '' she told her girl. Like I am going to try and enjoy it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom bedspread her stage and get between them.
pretend it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. Pretend that the pretty piddling kitty-cat belongs to one of the female child David used to bring home. inferno, just focalize on that plump, cockeyed, bald, arrant niggling cunt.
Kristen felt her own snatch get ardent as she slipped her tongue between the plump back talk of her girl 's pussy. She took her fourth dimension, easing the girl into it. Her warm, wet tongue worked it 's way into the adolescent 's cunt little by little.
Kristen licked at the edge of her daughter 's hole then, licked up to her clitoris, lapping at the smooth niggling bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her little girl 's eye as her tongue dipped into the opening of her hole.
Warm, slippery, sweet tasting liquid state covered Kristen 's glossa as her daughter became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her peg too as the combining of intimacy and naughtiness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her oculus going directly to Leo 's huge, hard cock.
`` Get your lingua out of your daughter 's snatch you nasty prostitute, '' he growled. `` That muddle is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her frightened daughter.
`` Mommy, '' the young lady 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 minor, virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her arms around her girl, holding her as he thrust the head of his dick into her.
Chelsea tensed a little but, because of her mommy 's natural language, it did n't hurt to much.
Kristen watched the big pecker stretchiness her daughter 's little kitty, watched it work it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to force in longer, harder fortuity. He pulled his stopcock almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's body hard enough to micturate her tiny tits jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eye and let her body react. Let her pussy find the pleasure in the pounding assault. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the prison term, a voice said in Kristen 's head as she watched both Chelsea and, more importantly, Leo loose themselves in the moment.
His gun is on the other face, 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 piece of ass God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the look behind the mask.
`` dad, '' Chelsea questioned in a offend scream.
`` Hi fille, '' he said as his massive cock finished pumping cum into his daughter 's cunt.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's idea. `` well, legally, '' he said, slipping his cock 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 activeness or connections. You never knew what I really did for a life and, you never knew about my family incest tradition.
`` A little over four and a half eld ago, some very bad people decided they wanted me, and my kinsfolk, dead. At the same time, I had a beautiful girl, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy womanhood. I had tried to forget my category tradition behind but, it became hard. So, with people wanting me numb and my needing to go, I faked my death. ``
`` You faked your death to protect the girl you just raped, '' Kristen screamed.
`` It 's all I have thought about for yr, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my family 's forbidden tradition. This was the solely way I could give it bump. ``
Kristen 's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream, cry, kill David and hug him.
`` pappa, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm sword lily you came back, '' she said, throwing her branch around his neck and pressing her nude body against him.
The chaos in Kristen 's mind stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the Sojourner Truth. She was sword lily he was back too and, she could get used to nights like this .