Cool night air drifted through the open window, pleasantly chilling her warm, damp, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the sleeping accommodation, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the privy paries to the candid window.
She stood before the windowpane closure 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 field and the occasional call of a dark doll in the forest.
It 's so peaceful and quiet, Kristen thought. So much just than the city. I made the mightily outcry. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A soft grinning playing at the corners of her backtalk as she replayed the consequence of the last six calendar month.
Her generally calm, venerating, intelligent daughter had erupted at the decision to move out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every cliche in the playscript at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for enough time to fine-tune following 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 year of high schooling and celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the new family a workweek later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a part time job, made a mate supporter and settled in.
It 's going to be okay, Kristen assured herself, turning from the window.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the level with her swither dampened workout clothes. She lifted her middle, trying to find oneself her pajamas, and caught her reflexion in the full length mirror directly across the room.
Her grim eyes moved from her honey blonde Robert Curl to her small, pedicured groundwork as she approached the gaffer mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her thoughtfulness. No grey-haired hair. No crinkle. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have fairly overnice tits too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup titty. They may not be as high as they used to be but, they still feel good.
My nipples are still as eager as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her decoration. She moved her hands and looked at her long, dusky pink nipples. She traced a finger around her areola and over the unvoiced, raw tips of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's bore, Kristen thought as a warmth cattle farm between her leg.
Feeling a small naughty, and more provoke for feeling that way, Kristen began to slide her right deal down her stomach and over the smooth, hair free hide above her wet pussy.
She pulled her hand away from her slit and let go of her tit as an idea formed in her mind.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her oculus darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the immense, mostly denude space with a coup d'oeil at the slightly open door. I think in there, she decided.
Feeling naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the closet to the tall, white vanity. She opened the second drawer down and began digging through the tidy sum of seldom worn dress.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the light blue, silk nighty from the bottom of the spate.
She closed the drawer and, turning toward the bed, slipped the nighty over her head word.
The silk felt cool down and liquid as the garment fell into berth against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even spicy, sexier and more aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, light low material looked safe against the quiet, creamy tegument of her boob. Her long, tough nipples stood out in bare sculptural relief against the thin, luminousness silk. Below her knocker, the garment curved with her consistency, accentuating her hourglass figure and round bottom before ending just high enough on her thigh to not evidence her ass buttock.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, potent man 's hired hand clamped down on her mouth from behind, grinding her lips against her tooth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight, wanted to scream, wanted to stand firm in any way but, her panic frosty eubstance refused to obey her screech and jumbled idea.
`` You just be prissy and calm, '' said a deep, gravelly voice in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the hall are going to do out alive. You do n't, '' the voice trailed off and a silence handgun slid into her visual sensation.
Chelsea, her nous 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 rent fell from her eyes. She nodded her head as vigorously as his hand would provide.
`` Good, that 's practiced, '' he said, returning to a balmy smell. `` 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 feel exposed in the skimpy nighty. She looked up at the strange man through rupture streaked eyes.
His face was covered in, what looked to her the likes of, a black goalie masquerade with some sort of meshing covering his middle. He was marvelous and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the idea to realize a run for it. Before you do, imagine about the minuscule cutie. There is a very small chance that I could miss you with a bullet if you were running but, being tied up like she is, I surely wo n't miss her. Get me ? ``
`` Yes, '' Kristen muttered.
`` Good, glad we understand each other. Now, I am going to ask some questions. You answer honestly. What is your name ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, classical. You may call me, Leo. What is the cutie 's figure ? ``
`` Chelsea, '' Kristen said through a sob.
`` Chelsea your daughter ? ``
`` Yes, are you going to hurt us, '' Kristen burst out sobbing.
`` I am asking the questions, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am XXX seven, she is only fifteen, please do n't, ''
Patrick Victor Martindale White light erupted in Kristen 's head as his left 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 sorry I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her fear for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` good. Now, who is the aphrodisiac little nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the urge to try for a patrol officer boyfriend lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it make you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her headland, embarrassed.
`` It makes you look sexy, '' he said. `` Stand up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the nigrify spots where his eyes 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 ascent and clinging to her trunk as she did.
`` Money and jewelry, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her weapons system to her face and stood in front of him. She could feel his hidden optic crawling over her body.
`` Yes, very pretty, '' he said. `` twist for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt safe turning, not wanting him out of sight.
`` Much wagerer than money and, jewelry ca n't do this, '' he said, gesturing at the front of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the bulge pushing against his jeans, it 's presence confirming her fearfulness.
`` 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 gaze, embarrassed.
`` Yeah, I watched it all, '' he bragged. `` See, I waited until you left for your run and let myself in the support 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, gloomy water closet. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her metrical unit, teardrop of guilt trip and shame rolling down her cheek. 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 footprint backward in social club to extract the fender back chair away from the wall. `` Over the nighty will be fine for now. No need to rush thing, '' he added, sitting down in the deep red colored death chair.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the storey, raised her trembling hands and cupped her breasts. Her nipple stabbed into her palms, harder from fear than she ever remembered from stimulation but, utterly dead to her soupcon.
`` When was the last time you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four twelvemonth and three month, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, aphrodisiacal thing like you, '' Leo said in impact. `` In that time I bet you could sustain found a m men who would know to fuck you ! Men of all geezerhood ! Your age, Old. pit, I bet you could bed a hundred guys your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without dick ? ``
`` That was when my hubby died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` Well, I 'm sorry to try that, '' he said in mock sympathy. `` Step finisher, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped closer, doing her best, despite her fear and superfluity, to act sexy and carnal.
`` What was his gens, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as fresh, hot tears spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a hand a little down, '' he instructed.
She swallowed hard and forced her right wing mitt downward, feeling his gaze on the place where her extremely heavily nipple pushed against the slim down silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a small guy, '' Leo asked, switching the gun to his allow for hand.
`` Big. Almost as big as you, '' she replied, wishing he would n't ask anything else about the field of study.
`` So, you like big cat, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's good for me, '' he chuckled.
Kristen 's paw stopped trailing down the silk at the top of her slit.
`` Rub yourself through the nighty, '' he ordered, placing his the right way hand on the huge protuberance in his jeans.
Kristen 's center finger wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the sass of her bald pussycat. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her slit was.
`` appearance me those titty, '' he said thickly. `` Stop rubbing them and displume 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 twat.
`` You have magnificent tits, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those pap ! I have seen a lot of breast and the nipples on them but, I have only seen one set as hanker, suckable, abusable and aphrodisiac as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the bulge of his cock a little faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self conscious of her unusually long mammilla.
`` face lift up your nighty and present me your slit, '' he ordered.
Her flush deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, bald cunt petty by picayune, eventually exposing it completely.
`` Open your ramification, '' Leo instructed. `` I said show me your snatch and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her thigh apart, exposing her nigh private body character to the masked stranger.
`` red cent, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very fairly twat. Four twelvemonth 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 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, please, will my girl alone. ``
`` I will do anything I want to you, and your piddling girl, and the two of you will do anything I say or, I will do affair that make you wish you had, '' he said in menacing sincerity.
Not my little lady friend, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, sugared girl.
`` Now, here is what comes next, '' Leo said, grabbing her aid. `` You are going to go in the bathroom and pretty yourself up. Do your fuzz and war paint 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 occur out early or come out not finished or too slow, I will hurt your daughter. Do you interpret Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fear for her daughter choking her words.
`` goodness, twenty minutes starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the privy, shutting the doorway behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the door, she buried her look in the shepherd's crook of her elbow and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the threshold, rattling the handle.
The professorship from my vanity, she guessed. I 'm most likely locked in, she thought. Unwilling to quiz the theory and risk Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her makeup as the stereo in her bedroom came to lifespan. rural area music playing, Kristen focused on her project.
`` Kristen, move around off the light source and occur out now, '' he commanded through the door upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the light permutation and pushing the door open.
Her oculus, accustomed to the brightness of the bath, where momentarily dim in the dimness of her candle lit bedroom.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eyes adjusted enough to see her edge and gagged daughter.
The petite young woman tried to cry out to her mother, the lyric becoming a meaningless squeal against the vast Ball gag that stretched her jaw uncomfortably.
`` Oh my God Chelsea, '' Kristen said, sobbing as she dropped to her knees in front line of her chair bound girl.
`` You did good in the lavatory, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will take the gag out of Chelsea 's backtalk. You have ten minute to do the Lapp to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no fourth dimension, consoling her frightened daughter as she applied composition and fixed the girlfriend 's disheveled blonde curls.
`` Not bad, '' Leo said after ten minutes. `` Now, I want you to look over there, '' he said, gesturing to the bedroom doorway.
Kristen looked, after a bit, seeing the dining table 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 handcuffs. I want you in them. ``
She hesitated only a mo, quickly recognizing the terror his deal on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and cuffed herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` Good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to undo you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to resolve a few questions. Mommy, would you like to tell her the rest ? ``
`` Whatever he asks baby, tell him the trueness. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a boyfriend Chelsea, '' he asked, kneeling to get down releasing her ankles.
`` No, '' the girlfriend replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock astonishment. `` Pretty missy like you ? Have you ever had a boyfriend ? ``
`` Yeah, one, '' she answered.
`` Just one ? So, have you ever had sex ? ``
`` No, '' the shy young lady whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with boys ? ``
`` William Tell him sister, '' 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 ghost my pinhead, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched ones dick and let him touch my cunny lips, '' 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 in your cunt ? ``
`` 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 coup d'oeil at her mom.
`` Tell him, '' Kristen shouted, afraid of her getting hurt.
`` I put my mom 's toy in me sometimes, '' Chelsea muttered, her look turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the room to her mom 's Night sales booth. She opened the drawer, pulled out the minuscule, 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 sense capital, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
Fear crossed Chelsea 's aspect as his give-and-take sank in. split built in her oculus, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` shoot me, '' Kristen cried. `` Leave her alone and take me ! ``
Leo grabbed a fistful of Chelsea 's hair and yanked the vociferation 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 make her do it. Your alternative mom, '' he said, punctuating the threat by dragging the little girl 's head back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll join forces, '' Kristen agreed, ineffectual to see her daughter in bother.
`` commodity, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's light if you cooperate. ``
Like trick, 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 death chair.
`` Kristen, bring your daughter over here, '' he instructed after a mo.
paw in hand, they stood before him.
`` Chelsea, I want to see you in your bra and pantie, '' he said. `` Kristen, get her that way or I will. ``
`` It 's sanction baby, '' Kristen said to her scared, shy daughter. `` See ? I 'm pretty much naked already. ``
She pulled the girl 's t-shirt up and over her head, uncovering her petite upper dead body and a thickly padded pink bra.
`` half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter overstretch down and, step out of, her whiteness pajama shorts, exposing the girl 's white thong.
Kristen smiled at her abashed 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 promontory in unwitting unison.
`` fountainhead, I know, '' he said, rubbing his decoration down the length of his straining hammer.
`` Chelsea, number sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The girl obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her business firm, round, barely covered ass on the rigour of his tool.
`` That 's nice, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare skin. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a deep breath and began to fall away out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her lilliputian lady friend, 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 loose some clothes, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one handwriting. `` Take it off and register me your aphrodisiac minuscule titties, '' he instructed.
Chelsea slipped her bra off and, at his press, turned sideways on his lap.
`` Oh my God, '' he said in awe. `` You have such nice little boob ! And look, long mamilla like your mommy. ``
Kristen looked at her topless girl. Her round, a cup tits were perky and firm and, topped with unusually long pap.
Chelsea returned her mother 's gaze, for the 1st time actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` Come here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hand up Chelsea 's lilliputian soundbox and covering her chirpy little tit with his big hand.
Kristen stepped confining, watching helplessly as the dissemble man groped her daughter.
`` Touch each other 's bosom, '' 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 13, Kristen thought as she placed her hand on her daughter 's small, firmly breast.
Chelsea put her bridge player on her mommy 's tit and began to rub. She had always been jealous of bigger chested young lady and had secretly wondered what big boobs felt like.
`` Kristen, show me your child girl 's pussy, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the girl 's longsighted teat between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her daughter 's panties off and coaxed her legs apart.
`` Very fucking nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, look at your short girl 's cunt. ``
Kristen looked between her daughter 's spread pegleg, right at her bald, puffy pussy.
Leo caressed the girl 's slit sassing, 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, beset digit.
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 position of him. His big, herculean helping hand grabbed and touched the blonde mother and daughter everywhere.
`` Kristen, take my cock out, '' he commanded.
Kristen moved down the bed and unzipped Leo 's jeans. She reached inside and pulled out his vast cock.
She starred at it for a import, shocked not at the telling size of it but, at the similarities between this pecker and her former husband's.
In size and chassis, they were monovular. The only if difference of opinion 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 telling member.
`` Go down there with your mammy, '' he instructed the miss. `` Kristen, show your girl how to handle a real stopcock. ``
`` Give me your hired man baby, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the girl 's low hand and wrapping it around the diaphysis of his cock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to suck cock, '' he ordered, pulling the silenced shooting iron from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's heading. `` And keep in mind, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my formal I shoot. You do anything but afford me the sound blowjob of your spirit, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, angry and scared but, powerless.
`` watch mama, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her oral fissure broad and took his putz inside.
It had been yr since she had sucked a cock but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the ira and concern, Kristen focused on the task at hand. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the stranger 's tool trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focused, she did n't notice how intently her daughter was watching. The miss 's peculiarity and closed book sex cause held far Thomas More power than her fear of the gun.
`` Your little fille wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her rima oris off his cock and looked at her girl.
`` OK baby, just put it in your rima oris and suck. Do n't rub your teeth and do n't burn down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so fucking incorrectly, Kristen thought, watching her girl slowly wrap her mouth around a unknown man 's monumental dick.
She is a natural, Kristen thought as her daughter began giving a porno style blowjob.
`` brand her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his cock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` Swallow child, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spit it out, swallow it like a good girl. ``
fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own girl to eat up cum like a full girl.
You are also being raped, another voice said.
Kristen could n't indicate that and pushed the thoughts away as she watched her girl unsay her first taste of cum.
`` Your lilliputian girl is a natural, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's persuasion.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the shooting iron and gestured his dupe to him. Without warning, he reached between their peg, slipping his finger's breadth between their pussy lips.
`` Still a couple of dry cunts, '' he remarked, continuing to rub them. `` It wo n't be very retentive before I 'm ready to have a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the terror in his words.
Leo pulled his custody back, smiling behind his masquerade. Either Kristen would get her girl wet or, he would push his Brobdingnagian cock into her dry, virgin cunt. It was a win win situation for him.
He is going to rape my daughter and there is nothing I can do, Kristen told herself. I ca n't get the gun discharge fast enough, we could n't get out fast enough, he is going to withdraw my sister girl 's virginity by rape.
The only matter I can do for certain is work it less painful, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down baby, '' Kristen instructed her daughter.
`` Why mama, '' Chelsea asked, laying back slowly.
`` Just lay down, '' Kristen said firmly.
Chelsea lay back, her knees up and together, her chirpy little nipple pointed at the ceiling, her gloomy eyes on her mother.
Kristen pushed her girl 's legs apart and began moving between them.
`` No mommy, '' Chelsea cried, trying to conclude 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 bruise a lot more. If I lick you, I can make you wet. It wo n't ache as lots, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, people say it 's wrong and, ''
`` I do n't like about multitude, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, block about what is right or wrongfulness and try to enjoy it, '' she told her girl. Like I am going to try and revel it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom bed covering her legs and get between them.
Pretend it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. Pretend that the pretty footling pussy belongs to one of the young lady Saint David used to bring nursing home. Hell, just focus on that plump, fast, bald, thoroughgoing little cunt.
Kristen felt her own twat get lovesome as she slipped her tongue between the plump lips 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 pussy little by little.
Kristen licked at the edge of her girl 's mess then, licked up to her clitoris, lapping at the quiet minuscule bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her short missy 's eyes as her lingua dipped into the opening of her hole.
Warm, slippery, odoriferous tasting liquid covered Kristen 's natural language as her daughter became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her pegleg too as the combination of intimacy and naughtiness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her middle going directly to Leo 's huge, hard cock.
`` Get your tongue out of your girl 's cunt you nasty whore, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her frightened daughter.
`` Mommy, '' the miss whispered.
`` What child, '' 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 stage, lining his massive cock up to her small, virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the head of his peter into her.
Chelsea tensed a piddling but, because of her mommy 's tongue, it did n't anguish to much.
Kristen watched the big cock stretchiness her girl 's little pussy, watched it work it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to thrust in retentive, harder stroke. He pulled his turncock almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the little girl 's body hard enough to make her tiny knocker jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eyes and let her body react. Let her slit find the pleasure in the pounding assault. 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 other 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 girl 's pussy.
`` Oh my fucking God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the face behind the masque.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea questioned in a shocked scream.
`` Hi girls, '' he said as his massive cock finished pumping cum into his girl 's pussy.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's view. `` Well, legally, '' he said, slipping his stopcock out of his daughter and crawling off of her.
`` Daddy, how ? Why, '' Chelsea finally managed.
`` I guess I can try to explicate, '' 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 connective. You never knew what I really did for a living and, you never knew about my family incest tradition.
`` A picayune over four and a half yr ago, some very bad masses decided they wanted me, and my family unit, dead. At the Sami time, I had a beautiful daughter, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy char. I had tried to result my sept tradition behind but, it became hard. So, with mass wanting me dead and my needing to go, I faked my death. ``
`` You faked your dying to protect the daughter you just raped, '' Kristen screamed.
`` It 's all I have thought about for eld, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my fellowship 's forbidden custom. This was the solely way I could make it pass. ``
Kristen 's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to shout out, cry, belt 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 nude body against him.
The chaos in Kristen 's nous stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the truth. She was gladiolus he was back too and, she could get used to nights like this .