Cool Night air drifted through the open windowpane, pleasantly chilling her warm, damp, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the sleeping room, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the toilet wall to the out-of-doors windowpane.
She stood before the window shutting her optic and breathing deeply of the clean air. The muteness of the night was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding fields and the occasional margin call of a night hiss in the forest.
It 's so peaceable and quiet, Kristen thought. So much better than the city. I made the right hand telephone call. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A delicate smile acting at the corners of her lip as she replayed the events of the last six calendar month.
Her generally calm, respectful, level-headed daughter had erupted at the decision to move out of the metropolis.
Chelsea had thrown every bromide in the book at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for decent sentence 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 next-to-last year of high shoal and celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the new menage a week later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a part time job, made a couple friends and settled in.
It 's going to be hunky-dory, Kristen assured herself, turning from the window.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the level with her sudor dampened workout clothes. She lifted her eyes, trying to find her pyjama, and caught her reflection in the full length mirror directly across the room.
Her grim middle moved from her honey blonde whorl to her small, pedicured human foot as she approached the antique mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her reflection. No Second Earl Grey hair. No wrinkles. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have middling Nice nipple 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 decoration. She moved her hands and looked at her long, swarthy garden pink nipples. She traced a digit around her areola and over the hard, tender bakshis of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's eager, Kristen thought as a lovingness spread head between her legs.
Feeling a piddling naughty, and more wind up for feeling that way, Kristen began to slide her mighty hand down her stomach and over the smoothen, haircloth free hide above her wet pussy.
She pulled her hand away from her snatch and let go of her tit as an musical theme formed in her mind.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her center darted around the room.
Not the cupboard, she said, dismissing the immense, mostly au naturel blank 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 bureau. She opened the second drawer down and began digging through the slew of seldom fatigue dress.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the illumine blue, silk nighty from the rear end of the down.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her head.
The silk felt poise and quiet as the garment fell into place against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even juicy, sexier and more aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, luminousness drear textile looked good against the smooth, creamy skin of her chest. Her long, hard nipples stood out in complete relief against the thin, light silk. Below her titty, the garment curved with her body, accentuating her hourglass figure and round butt before ending just high enough on her second joint to not point her ass impudence.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, inviolable man 's bridge player clamped down on her mouth from behind, grinding her sassing against her teeth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight, wanted to scream, wanted to resist in any way but, her panic suspend torso refused to obey her screaming and jumbled judgement.
`` You just be nice and calm, '' said a rich, gravelly voice in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the hall are going to come out alive. You do n't, '' the vox trailed off and a silenced pistol slid into her vision.
Chelsea, her judgment screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the interpreter growled as the cask of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her mind cried out as teardrop fell from her eyes. She nodded her head as vigorously as his mitt would give up.
`` Good, that 's commodity, '' he said, returning to a softer step. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed genuine squeamish, got it ? ``
Kristen nodded again and felt him let her go cautiously.
She stepped forward, turned and sat on the bed touch exposed in the lean nighty. She looked up at the strange man through tear streaked eyes.
His aspect was covered in, what looked to her like, a smuggled goalkeeper mask with some sort of engagement covering his eye. He was marvelous and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the idea to make a run for it. Before you do, think about the picayune cutie. There is a very small-scale chance that I could neglect you with a heater 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 head. You answer honestly. What is your epithet ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, classic. You may forebode me, Leo. What is the cutie 's figure ? ``
`` Chelsea, '' Kristen said through a sob.
`` Chelsea your daughter ? ``
`` Yes, are you going to injure us, '' Kristen burst out sobbing.
`` I am asking the questions, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am thirty seven, she is only fifteen, delight do n't, ''
White light erupted in Kristen 's foreland as his forget fist shot forward, connecting with her synagogue.
`` I told you not to lie Kristen, '' he said, pointing the gun menacingly. `` I know she just turned xviii. I know where you both work. I know where you both hang out. I know an awing lot. Now, apologize for lying. ``
`` I 'm sorry I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her fearfulness 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 itch to try for a constabulary officer young man lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it make you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her head, embarrassed.
`` It makes you look sexy, '' he said. `` pedestal up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the black slur where his optic 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 dead body as she did.
`` Money and jewelry, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her blazon to her side of meat and stood in front man of him. She could feel his secret oculus crawling over her body.
`` Yes, very pretty, '' he said. `` spin for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt rubber turn, not wanting him out of sight.
`` Much better than money and, jewelry ca n't do this, '' he said, gesturing at the front line of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the bump pushing against his denim, it 's mien confirming her fright.
`` 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 mask 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 door. By the way, the fake turtle statue is n't very cagey. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, grim closet. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her fundament, tears of guilt and ignominy rolling down her nerve. If I had n't left that tinker's dam key. If I had stopped to sing to my daughter.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few gradation backward in order to rive the offstage back chair away from the wall. `` Over the nighty will be fine for now. No pauperization to pelt along thing, '' he added, sitting down in the crimson colored chairman.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the floor, raised her trembling mitt and cupped her chest. Her nipples stabbed into her palms, harder from fear than she ever remembered from arousal but, utterly blunt to her touch.
`` When was the lastly clip you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four years and three months, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, sexy thing like you, '' Leo said in stupor. `` In that time I bet you could have found a thousand men who would bang to get it on you ! Men of all age ! Your age, older. Hell, I bet you could love a hundred guy wire your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without peter ? ``
`` That was when my hubby died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` Well, I 'm dark to get a line that, '' he said in mock fellow feeling. `` tone closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped skinny, doing her adept, despite her fear and embarrassment, to act aphrodisiac and sensual.
`` What was his name, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as fresh, hot teardrop spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a hand a niggling dispirited, '' he instructed.
She swallowed surd and forced her right hand downward, feeling his gaze on the piazza where her extremely hard nipple pushed against the thin silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a small guy, '' Leo asked, switching the gun to his will hand.
`` Big. Almost as big as you, '' she replied, wishing he would n't ask anything else about the matter.
`` So, you like big guys, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's sound for me, '' he chuckled.
Kristen 's helping hand stopped trailing down the silk at the top of her slit.
`` Rub yourself through the nighty, '' he ordered, placing his right hand on the huge bulge in his jeans.
Kristen 's middle finger wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the sass of her bald pussy. She caressed her button seductively despite how dry her slit was.
`` appearance me those titty, '' he said thickly. `` full point rubbing them and perpetrate 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 tits, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those nipples ! I have seen a lot of titty and the mammilla on them but, I have only seen one set as long, suckable, abusable and aphrodisiacal as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the gibbousness of his cock a short faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self witting of her unusually long nipple.
`` face lifting up your nighty and prove me your cunt, '' he ordered.
Her prime deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, denuded twat little by piddling, eventually exposing it completely.
`` surface your legs, '' Leo instructed. `` I said show me your cunt and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her thighs apart, exposing her most secret organic structure part to the masked stranger.
`` shit, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very pretty cunt. Four class must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking note of how much harder he rubbed his cock.
`` If your cunt is that pretty, I ca n't wait to get a aspect 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, pull up stakes my girl alone. ``
`` I will do anything I want to you, and your little fille, 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 sincerity.
Not my little female child, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, sweet girl.
`` Now, here is what comes next, '' Leo said, grabbing her attention. `` You are going to go in the can and pretty yourself up. Do your hair's-breadth and makeup nice and sexy.
`` You will be in there for twenty mo. When I say come out, you better come out fast and sexy. If you try to come out early or get out not finished or too obtuse, I will injure your daughter. Do you understand Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fearfulness for her daughter choking her words.
`` Good, XX minutes starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the lavatory, shutting the door behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the door, she buried her grimace in the crook of her human elbow and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the door, rattling the handgrip.
The professorship from my emptiness, she guessed. I 'm most likely locked in, she thought. Unwilling to test the theory and risk Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her makeup as the stereoscopic photograph in her bedroom came to life. state music playing, Kristen focused on her task.
`` Kristen, turn off the spark and come out now, '' he commanded through the threshold upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the light switch and pushing the door open.
Her oculus, accustomed to the brightness of the bathroom, where momentarily blind in the dimness of her candela lit bedroom.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eyes adjusted enough to see her saltation and gagged daughter.
The tiny miss tried to cry out to her mother, the words becoming a nonmeaningful squeal against the huge testis gag that stretched her jaw uncomfortably.
`` Oh my God Chelsea, '' Kristen said, sobbing as she dropped to her genu in front end of her electric chair bound daughter.
`` You did soundly in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will train the gag out of Chelsea 's rima oris. You have ten proceedings to do the Saame to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no time, consoling her frighten daughter as she applied makeup and fixed the little girl 's disheveled blonde curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten minutes. `` Now, I want you to search over there, '' he said, gesturing to the bedroom doorway.
Kristen looked, after a moment, seeing the display board across the doorway. They where locked in.
`` Just wanted you to be aware, '' he said. `` Now, Kristen, attached to the footboard of your bed are handcuff. I want you in them. ``
She hesitated only a minute, quickly recognizing the threat his hired hand on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and cuffed herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` trade good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to loosen you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to answer a few questions. mom, would you wish to order her the rest ? ``
`` Whatever he asks baby, 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 girl 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 male child ? ``
`` Tell him baby, '' Kristen said, sending her daughter 's hesitation.
`` fountainhead, I kissed three unlike boys, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as honest as possible. `` I let two meet my boobs, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched ones prick and let him touch my cunny back talk, '' she blurted. Her blush darkened as she shot abashed glances at her mother.
`` Just your lips, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his finger in your slit ? ``
`` No, '' Chelsea replied, shaking her pass.
`` Have you ever had anything in your cakehole, '' 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 facial expression turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the room to her mom 's nighttime stand. She opened the drawer, pulled out the small, white vibrator and took it back to the big, disguise stranger.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry ! You are going to sense great, '' he said, rubbing the monumental bulge.
fear crossed Chelsea 's look as his words sank in. Tears built in her eyes, spilling down her impudence slowly.
`` Take me, '' Kristen cried. `` parting 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 facilitate her do what I want or, I can suffer her and make her do it. Your choice Mommy, '' he said, punctuating the terror by dragging the lady friend 's head back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll get together, '' Kristen agreed, unable to see her girl in pain.
`` Good, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's easier if you cooperate. ``
Like conjuration, a key appeared in his bridge player. 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 annexe back chair.
`` Kristen, wreak your daughter over here, '' he instructed after a moment.
Hand in hand, they stood before him.
`` Chelsea, I want to see you in your bra and step-in, '' he said. `` Kristen, get her that way or I will. ``
`` It 's hunky-dory baby, '' Kristen said to her mark, shy girl. `` See ? I 'm pretty very much bare already. ``
She pulled the girl 's tee shirt up and over her nous, uncovering her diminutive speed consistence and a thickly padded pink bra.
`` half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter rip down and, maltreat out of, her white pj's short circuit, exposing the girl 's white thong.
Kristen smiled at her humiliated daughter, 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 daughter shook their heads in unplanned unison.
`` fountainhead, I know, '' he said, rubbing his palm tree down the distance of his straining putz.
`` Chelsea, arrive sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The fille obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, round, barely covered ass on the severeness of his cock.
`` That 's nice, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare hide. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a deep breath and began to slip out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her little girlfriend, slowly pushing his cock against her butt.
`` Is n't your mammy sexy, '' he asked the girl on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your bout to release some wearing apparel, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one hand. `` consume it off and show me your sexy short titty, '' he instructed.
Chelsea slipped her bra off and, at his insistency, turned sideways on his lap.
`` Oh my God, '' he said in awe. `` You have such nice little titties ! And look, recollective nipples like your mama. ``
Kristen looked at her topless daughter. Her round, a cup tits were perky and firm and, topped with unusually long nipples.
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 body and covering her chirpy piffling tit with his big hand.
Kristen stepped faithful, watching helplessly as the masked man groped her daughter.
`` touching each other 's teat, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his free mitt. He rubbed his hammer against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my boobies when I was thirteen, Kristen thought as she placed her deal on her girl 's small, firm breast.
Chelsea put her helping hand on her mommy 's tit and began to rub. She had always been envious of bounteous chested little girl and had secretly wondered what big boobs felt like.
`` Kristen, indicate me your baby girl 's puss, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the girl 's long mammilla between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her girl 's pantie off and coaxed her legs apart.
`` Very fucking nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, smell at your little girl 's cunt. ``
Kristen looked between her daughter 's spread ramification, right at her bald, bouffant pussy.
Leo caressed the girl 's pussycat lips, while her female parent watched. Slowly, he slipped his finger into her slit, letting Kristen see her girl 's fat puss wrap itself around his big, chivvy finger.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` Okay girl, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the girls on either incline of him. His big, powerful deal grabbed and touched the blonde mother and girl everywhere.
`` Kristen, take my dick out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's jeans. She reached inside and pulled out his Brobdingnagian cock.
She starred at it for a moment, shocked not at the impressive size of it but, at the similarities between this hammer and her previous husband's.
In size of it and shape, they were identical. The but differences being that, Saint David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the nevus 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 telling member.
`` Go down there with your mom, '' he instructed the fille. `` Kristen, show up your daughter how to handle a real tool. ``
`` Give me your manus baby, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the girlfriend 's little bridge player and wrapping it around the jibe of his dick. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to suck cock, '' he ordered, pulling the silenced pistol from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's head. `` And sustain in mind, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my glob I shoot. You do anything but give me the best cock sucking of your life, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, angry and scared but, powerless.
`` scout mom, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her rima oris wide and took his cock inside.
It had been years since she had sucked a turncock but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the anger and fear, Kristen focused on the undertaking at hand. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the stranger 's cock trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focused, she did n't notice how intently her girl was watching. The little girl 's wonder and secret sex drive held far more power than her care of the gun.
`` Your trivial daughter wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her mouth off his pecker 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 prick down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so fucking wrong, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her oral cavity around a foreign man 's massive dick.
She is a natural, Kristen thought as her girl began giving a porn way blowjob.
`` Make her immerse my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his cock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` drink baby, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spit it out, take back it like a good girl. ``
piece of tail me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to unsay cum like a beneficial girl.
You are also being raped, another articulation said.
Kristen could n't argue that and pushed the thoughts away as she watched her daughter get down her for the first time mouthful of cum.
`` Your little female child is a natural, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's thought process.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the pistol and gestured his victims to him. Without warning, he reached between their peg, slipping his fingers between their pussy lips.
`` Still a couple of dry cunts, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very long before I 'm ready to take a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the threat in his words.
Leo pulled his hands back, smiling behind his mask. Either Kristen would get her girl wet or, he would force his vast cock into her dry, virgin snatch. It was a win win situation for him.
He is going to dishonour my daughter 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 need my child girl 's virginity by rape.
The just matter I can do for for sure is take a leak it less painful, 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 piddling tits pointed at the ceiling, her blue middle on her mother.
Kristen pushed her daughter 's legs apart and began moving between them.
`` No mommy, '' Chelsea cried, trying to fill up her legs. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's wrong ! ``
`` babe, 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 ache a lot more. If I lick you, I can take a shit you wet. It wo n't hurt as very much, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, people say it 's legal injury and, ''
`` I do n't care about people, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, block about what is ripe or wrong and try to savour 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.
make-believe it 's not your girl, Kristen urged herself. Pretend that the pretty short pussycat belongs to one of the girls David used to get home base. Hell, just pore on that plump, tight, bald, sodding trivial cunt.
Kristen felt her own pussy get quick as she slipped her natural language between the plump sassing of her daughter 's pussy. She took her time, easing the girl into it. Her warm, wet clapper worked it 's way into the teen 's twat little by little.
Kristen licked at the sharpness of her daughter 's golf hole then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the smooth little bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her piddling girl 's eyes as her tongue dipped into the possibility of her hole.
Warm, slippery, odoriferous tasting liquid covered Kristen 's lingua as her girl became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her legs too as the compounding of intimacy and badness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her heart going directly to Leo 's huge, hard cock.
`` Get your natural language out of your daughter 's cunt you nasty prostitute, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her frightened daughter.
`` Mommy, '' 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 leg, lining his massive cock up to her modest, Virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her blazon around her girl, holding her as he thrust the head of his tool into her.
Chelsea tensed a little but, because of her mom 's clapper, it did n't hurt to much.
Kristen watched the big rooster reach her daughter 's little pussy, watched it work it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to thrust in farseeing, harder strokes. He pulled his prick almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's body hard enough to make her midget tits jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eyes and let her organic structure react. Let her purulent find the pleasure in the pounding rape. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the time, 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 early face, 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 nooky God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the side behind the mask.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea questioned in a dismayed scream.
`` Hi girl, '' he said as his massive turncock finished pumping cum into his daughter 's cunt.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's thought. `` well, legally, '' he said, slipping his cock out of his daughter and crawling off of her.
`` dada, how ? Why, '' Chelsea finally managed.
`` I guess I can try to explain, '' St. David said, putting his softening cock away. `` There is a lot you girls never knew about me. You never knew about my illegal bodily process or link. You never knew what I really did for a living and, you never knew about my kinsperson incest tradition.
`` A little over four and a half age ago, some very bad people decided they wanted me, and my family, bushed. At the like metre, I had a beautiful daughter, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy woman. I had tried to exit my family tradition behind but, it became grueling. So, with people wanting me dead and my needing to go, I faked my last. ``
`` You faked your death to protect the daughter you just raped, '' Kristen screamed.
`` It 's all I have thought about for old age, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my family 's taboo custom. This was the lonesome way I could work it happen. ``
Kristen 's head reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to call, cry, down 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 bare body against him.
The chaos in Kristen 's mind stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the trueness. She was glad he was back too and, she could get used to Nox like this .