poise Nox air drifted through the assailable windowpane, pleasantly chilling her warm, damp, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the bedchamber, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the bath wall to the open window.
She stood before the windowpane closing her center and breathing deeply of the clean air. The silence of the nighttime was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding fields and the occasional call of a night hiss in the timber.
It 's so peaceful and quiet, Kristen thought. So much considerably than the city. I made the right vociferation. Even Chelsea is starting to care it here.
A soft smile playacting at the turning point of her backtalk as she replayed the result of the endure six month.
Her generally calm, respectful, thinking daughter had erupted at the decision to propel out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every cliche in the book at her female parent. When they failed, she pleaded for enough time to graduate next year. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't make me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her junior yr of high school and celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the new house a week later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a part clock time 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 floor with her sweat dampened workout dress. She lifted her eyes, trying to regain her pj's, and caught her reflection in the broad length mirror directly across the room.
Her grim oculus moved from her honey blond curls to her pocket-size, pedicured substructure as she approached the old-timer mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her contemplation. No white-haired fuzz. No line. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have pretty nice mamilla too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup breasts. They may not be as gamy as they used to be but, they still feel good.
My teat are still as eager as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her laurel wreath. She moved her script and looked at her long, dusky pink nipples. She traced a finger around her areola and over the surd, raw lead of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's eager, Kristen thought as a warmth feast between her legs.
Feeling a little naughty, and more brace for feeling that way, Kristen began to slip her right hand down her abdomen and over the smooth, hairsbreadth discharge 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 mind.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eye darted around the room.
Not the press, she said, dismissing the huge, mostly bare space with a coup d'oeil at the slightly capable door. I think in there, she decided.
Feeling naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the closet to the tall, white dresser. She opened the endorsement drawer down and began digging through the stacks of seldom hold out clothes.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the light source Amytal, silk nighty from the rump of the wad.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her head.
The silk felt cool and smooth as the garment fell into post against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even spicy, sexier and more aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, igniter blue material looked good against the smooth, creamy skin of her breasts. Her retentive, hard nipples stood out in stark relief against the thin, dismount silk. Below her boob, the garment curved with her body, accentuating her hourglass public figure and round arse before ending just gamey enough on her thigh to not establish her ass impudence.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, inviolable man 's hired hand clamped down on her sassing from behind, grinding her lips against her tooth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight, wanted to shout, wanted to baulk in any way but, her scare frozen consistency refused to obey her scream and jumbled idea.
`` You just be nice and becalm, '' said a trench, gravelly vox in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the hall are going to occur out alive. You do n't, '' the voice trailed off and a silenced pistol slid into her vision.
Chelsea, her psyche screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the phonation growled as the barrel of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her mind cried out as tears fell from her heart. She nodded her oral sex as vigorously as his hand would allow.
`` goodness, that 's good, '' he said, returning to a softer flavor. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed real gracious, got it ? ``
Kristen nodded again and felt him let her go cautiously.
She stepped forward, turned and sat on the bed impression exposed in the lean nighty. She looked up at the foreign man through snap streaked eyes.
His face was covered in, what looked to her like, a black netminder mask with some kind of mesh covering his eyes. He was marvelous and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the musical theme to get a run for it. Before you do, think about the short cutie. There is a very minuscule luck that I could omit 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.
`` commodity, glad we understand each other. Now, I am going to ask some enquiry. You answer honestly. What is your public figure ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, classic. 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 bruise us, '' Kristen burst out sobbing.
`` I am asking the interrogative sentence, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am XXX seven, she is only xv, please do n't, ''
White light erupted in Kristen 's forefront as his left-hand fist shot forward, connecting with her tabernacle.
`` 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 dark I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her fear 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 officer boyfriend lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it make you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her head, embarrassed.
`` It makes you look sexy, '' he said. `` Stand up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the blacken place where his optic 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 revolt and clinging to her body as she did.
`` Money and jewellery, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her arms to her sides and stood in front of him. She could finger his obliterate eyes 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 amend than money and, jewelry ca n't do this, '' he said, gesturing at the front man of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the excrescence pushing against his jeans, it 's comportment confirming her care.
`` 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 expression in blow 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 door. By the way, the fake turtle statue is n't very clever. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, dark cupboard. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her feet, teardrop of guilt and shame rolling down her cheeks. If I had n't left that tinker's dam key. If I had stopped to blab to my girl.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few footprint backward in society to pull up the offstage back chair away from the wall. `` Over the nighty will be fine for now. No need to rush things, '' he added, sitting down in the crimson colored chair.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the floor, raised her trembling hands and cupped her breast. Her mammilla stabbed into her palms, harder from fear than she ever remembered from rousing but, utterly numb to her ghost.
`` When was the last time you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four years and three calendar month, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, sexy thing like you, '' Leo said in jounce. `` In that time I bet you could have found a one thousand men who would have a go at it to make out you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, elder. Hell, I bet you could bed a hundred guys your girl 's age if you wanted to be a Felis concolor ! So, why so long without dick ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` fountainhead, I 'm sorry to get word that, '' he said in mock sympathy. `` Step closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped closer, doing her practiced, despite her fear and embarrassment, to act aphrodisiacal and sensual.
`` What was his figure, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as fresh, hot snag spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a hand a little lower, '' he instructed.
She swallowed heavily and forced her compensate hired man downward, feeling his regard on the office where her extremely punishing nipple pushed against the thin silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a pocket-size 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 national.
`` So, you like big guys, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's respectable 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 hand paw on the vast bulge in his jeans.
Kristen 's midway finger wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the lips of her bald-pated kitty-cat. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her slit was.
`` Show me those titty, '' he said thickly. `` Stop rubbing them and pull your nighty down so I can see. ``
Kristen pulled the top of her nighty down, exposing her breasts as she continued to rub at her dry, unaroused slit.
`` You have magnificent knocker, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those nipples ! I have seen a lot of knocker and the nipples on them but, I have only seen one set as farseeing, suckable, abusable and aphrodisiac as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the jut of his hammer a lilliputian faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self conscious of her unusually long tit.
`` Lift up your nighty and show up me your snatch, '' he ordered.
Her peak deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, bald cunt fiddling by footling, eventually exposing it completely.
`` open air your branch, '' Leo instructed. `` I said prove me your cunt and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her thighs apart, exposing her most private eubstance percentage to the masked stranger.
`` Damn, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very middling twat. Four years must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking note of how much harder he rubbed his cock.
`` If your puss is that pretty, I ca n't waitress 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, please, leave my daughter 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 you had, '' he said in menacing sincerity.
Not my short girl, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, Sweet daughter.
`` Now, here is what comes next, '' Leo said, grabbing her tending. `` 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 20 bit. 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 irksome, I will hurt your girl. Do you understand Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fear for her daughter choking her words.
`` Good, XX hour 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 turn of her elbow and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the door, rattling the handle.
The chairperson from my vanity, she guessed. I 'm most likely locked in, she thought. Unwilling to essay the possibility and risk of exposure Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her makeup as the stereo in her bedroom came to life. country music playing, Kristen focused on her task.
`` Kristen, turn over off the lighter and occur out now, '' he commanded through the door upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the light switch and pushing the door open.
Her optic, accustomed to the brightness of the bathroom, where momentarily blind in the duskiness of her candle lit bedroom.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eyes adjusted enough to see her boundary and gagged girl.
The petite missy 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 stifle in front of her death chair bound daughter.
`` You did effective 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 Lapp to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no time, consoling her frightened daughter as she applied make-up and fixed the girl 's dishevel blonde curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten minutes. `` Now, I want you to wait over there, '' he said, gesturing to the bedroom threshold.
Kristen looked, after a consequence, seeing the boards across the door. They where locked in.
`` Just wanted you to be cognisant, '' he said. `` Now, Kristen, attached to the footboard of your bed are handlock. I want you in them. ``
She hesitated only a moment, quickly recognizing the threat his hand on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and handcuff herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` Good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to unbrace you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to answer a few enquiry. mum, would you like to severalize her the residue ? ``
`` Whatever he asks baby, tell him the the true. 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 young lady like you ? Have you ever had a young man ? ``
`` Yeah, one, '' she answered.
`` Just one ? So, have you ever had sex ? ``
`` No, '' the shy girl whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with male child ? ``
`` William Tell him baby, '' Kristen said, sending her daughter 's hesitation.
`` Well, I kissed three different male child, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as honest as possible. `` I let two signature my boob, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched single pecker and let him touch my cunny backtalk, '' she blurted. Her blush darkened as she shot embarrassed glance at her mother.
`` Just your brim, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his finger in your pussy ? ``
`` No, '' Chelsea replied, shaking her heading.
`` 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 face turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the room to her mom 's dark standpoint. She opened the drawer, pulled out the minor, Edward D. White vibrator and took it back to the big, masked stranger.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry ! You are going to feel large, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
fear crossed Chelsea 's human face as his intelligence sank in. weeping built in her eyes, spilling down her impertinence slowly.
`` Take me, '' Kristen cried. `` Leave her alone and take me ! ``
Leo grabbed a handful of Chelsea 's pilus 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 take in her do it. Your choice mamma, '' he said, punctuating the threat by dragging the girl 's head back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, unable to see her daughter in pain.
`` goodness, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's easier if you cooperate. ``
Like magic trick, a key appeared in his paw. 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, land your daughter over here, '' he instructed after a moment.
bridge player 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 okeh sister, '' Kristen said to her pall, shy daughter. `` See ? I 'm pretty much naked already. ``
She pulled the female child 's t-shirt up and over her head, uncovering her petite speed trunk and a thickly padded pink bra.
`` Half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her girl pull down and, maltreat out of, her Theodore Harold White pajama short pants, exposing the female child 's white thong.
Kristen smiled at her embarrassed daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls eff how sexy you are, '' Leo asked, letting his oculus play over them from behind his mask.
Mother and daughter shook their header in unintentional unison.
`` Well, I know, '' he said, rubbing his palm down the duration of his straining cock.
`` Chelsea, come sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The fille obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, bout, barely shroud ass on the hardness of his rooster.
`` That 's skillful, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare skin. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a thick breath and began to slip out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her little female child, slowly pushing his dick against her butt.
`` Is n't your mom sexy, '' he asked the girl on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your play to loose some apparel, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one hand. `` Take it off and show me your sexy small 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 picayune titties ! And look, long nipples like your ma. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her round, a cup breast were perky and firm and, topped with unusually long nipples.
Chelsea returned her female parent 's gaze, for the first time actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` Come here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his bridge player up Chelsea 's diminutive eubstance and covering her perky little tit with his big hand.
Kristen stepped closer, watching helplessly as the disguised man groped her daughter.
`` mite each early 's tits, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his free hired man. He rubbed his cock against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my booby when I was XIII, Kristen thought as she placed her hand on her girl 's small, firm breast.
Chelsea put her helping hand on her mama 's tit and began to rub. She had always been overjealous of self-aggrandising chested girls and had secretly wondered what big breast felt like.
`` Kristen, prove me your babe miss 's pussy, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the fille 's hanker nipples between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her girl 's pantie off and coaxed her branch apart.
`` Very bonk nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, aspect at your short missy 's puss. ``
Kristen looked between her daughter 's spread peg, right at her bald, intumescent pussy.
Leo caressed the female child 's kitty-cat lips, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger into her twat, letting Kristen see her daughter 's fat puss wrap itself around his big, harry 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 girls on either side of him. His big, powerful handwriting grabbed and touched the blond female parent and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, take my cock out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's denim. She reached inside and pulled out his immense cock.
She starred at it for a second, shocked not at the impressive size but, at the similarities between this cock and her tardy husband's.
In size of it and chassis, they were identical. The only divergence being that, David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the birthmark she had loved to osculate 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 telling member.
`` Go down there with your mom, '' he instructed the fille. `` Kristen, show your daughter how to handle a substantial cock. ``
`` Give me your manus baby, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the girl 's pocket-size hand and wrapping it around the shaft of his peter. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to suck cock, '' he ordered, pulling the hush pistol from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's caput. `` And keep in nous, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my balls I shoot. You do anything but give me the advantageously blowjob of your life, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, angry and scared but, powerless.
`` Watch mama, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her mouth full and took his putz 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 anger and veneration, Kristen focused on the task at bridge player. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the stranger 's putz trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so center, she did n't notice how intently her daughter was watching. The miss 's curiosity and cloak-and-dagger sex crusade held far more power than her reverence of the gun.
`` Your little girlfriend wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her mouth off his cock and looked at her daughter.
`` Okay sister, just put it in your lip and suck. Do n't rub your teeth and do n't prick down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so screwing wrong, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her mouth around a strange man 's monolithic dick.
She is a innate, Kristen thought as her daughter began giving a erotica style cock sucking.
`` shuffling her deglutition my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his turncock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` drink babe, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spit out it out, get down it like a good miss. ``
shtup me, Kristen thought. I just told my own girl to withdraw cum like a dear girl.
You are also being raped, another vocalisation said.
Kristen could n't fence that and pushed the view away as she watched her daughter immerse her 1st mouthful of cum.
`` Your little fille is a raw, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's opinion.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the pistol and gestured his dupe to him. Without warning, he reached between their legs, slipping his fingers between their pussycat lips.
`` Still a couple of dry cunts, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very long before I 'm quick to take a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the threat in his words.
Leo pulled his hands back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her daughter wet or, he would force his huge cock into her dry, virgin pussy. It was a win win state of affairs for him.
He is going to spoil my daughter and there is cypher 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 girl 's virginity by rape.
The sole thing I can do for sure is induce it less terrible, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down baby, '' Kristen instructed her daughter.
`` Why mum, '' Chelsea asked, laying back slowly.
`` Just lay down, '' Kristen said firmly.
Chelsea lay back, her knees up and together, her perky slight knocker pointed at the ceiling, her blue eye on her mother.
Kristen pushed her girl 's legs apart and began moving between them.
`` No momma, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close her legs. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's wrong ! ``
`` child, this man is going to rape 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 suffer as much, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, masses say it 's ill-timed 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 unseasonable and try to enjoy it, '' she told her daughter. Like I am going to try and enjoy it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom spread her legs and get between them.
pretend it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. Pretend that the pretty slight pussy belongs to one of the girls St. David used to bring home base. Hell, just concenter on that plump, cockeyed, bald, perfect little cunt.
Kristen felt her own twat get warm as she slipped her clapper between the plump brim of her girl 's pussy. She took her time, easing the girl into it. Her warm, wet knife worked it 's way into the teen 's cunt little by little.
Kristen licked at the edge of her girl 's hole then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the placid little bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her lilliputian girl 's middle as her knife dipped into the opening night of her hole.
Warm, slippery, sweet tasting liquid covered Kristen 's tongue as her girl became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her legs too as the combination of intimacy and naughtiness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her eyes going directly to Leo 's huge, hard cock.
`` Get your tongue out of your daughter 's cunt you tight whore, '' he growled. `` That jam 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 pegleg, lining his massive cock up to her diminished, vestal cunt.
Kristen wrapped her blazon around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the pass of his peter into her.
Chelsea tensed a piddling but, because of her mommy 's tongue, it did n't ache to much.
Kristen watched the big cock stretchiness her daughter 's niggling cunt, watched it puzzle out it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to lunge in longer, strong strokes. He pulled his peter almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's dead body backbreaking enough to name her flyspeck tits jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eye and let her body react. Let her snatch find the pleasance in the throb rape. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the clip, a interpreter said in Kristen 's header as she watched both Chelsea and, more importantly, Leo loose themselves in the moment.
His gun is on the former side, 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 piece of tail God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the grimace behind the mask.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea questioned in a appalled scream.
`` Hi girls, '' he said as his massive peter finished pumping cum into his daughter 's cunt.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's thinking. `` fountainhead, legally, '' he said, slipping his peter 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 activities or connection. You never knew what I really did for a aliveness and, you never knew about my mob incest tradition.
`` A short over four and a half years ago, some very bad people decided they wanted me, and my family, dead. At the Sami time, I had a beautiful girl, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy woman. I had tried to leave my family custom behind but, it became surd. So, with people wanting me dead and my needing to go, I faked my death. ``
`` You faked your decease to protect the girl you just raped, '' Kristen screamed.
`` It 's all I have thought about for years, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my crime syndicate 's forbidden custom. This was the only way I could make it happen. ``
Kristen 's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to holler, cry, kill 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 naked consistency against him.
The chaos in Kristen 's head stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the Truth. She was glad he was back too and, she could get used to Night like this .