Cool Nox air drifted through the receptive windowpane, pleasantly chilling her warm, damp, freshly showered skin.
She stepped into the bedroom, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the lav wall to the open windowpane.
She stood before the windowpane closing her eyes and breathing deeply of the make clean air. The silence of the Night was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding fields and the periodic phone call of a night wench in the woodland.
It 's so peaceful and lull, Kristen thought. So much better than the city. I made the right call. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A indulgent smile performing at the street corner of her mouthpiece as she replayed the case of the last six month.
Her generally calm, respectful, level-headed daughter had erupted at the determination to move out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every platitude in the Quran at her mother. When they failed, she pleaded for adequate time to fine-tune 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 Jr yr of richly school and celebrated her eighteenth natal day in the new house a week later.
In the calendar month since, Chelsea had gotten a part time job, made a dyad friends and settled in.
It 's going to be alright, Kristen assured herself, turning from the window.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the floor with her elbow grease dampened workout dress. She lifted her eyes, trying to regain her pajamas, and caught her reflection in the replete length mirror directly across the room.
Her blue eyes moved from her honey blond scroll to her small, pedicured foot as she approached the antique mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her expression. No grey haircloth. No wrinkle. Not bad for 30 seven.
I still have jolly nice tits 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 pap are still as eager as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her thenar. She moved her hands and looked at her long, dusky pink nipples. She traced a finger around her areola and over the severe, sensitive pourboire of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's aegir, Kristen thought as a warmth banquet between her pegleg.
Feeling a short naughty, and to a greater extent bring up for feeling that way, Kristen began to slew her right hand down her stomach and over the polish, hair spare pelt above her wet pussy.
She pulled her script away from her cunt and let go of her tit as an mind formed in her mind.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eyes darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the huge, mostly bare space with a glance at the slightly overt door. I think in there, she decided.
Feeling naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the wardrobe to the tall, Elwyn Brooks White chest. She opened the second drawer down and began digging through the stacks of seldom worn clothes.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the light blue sky, silk nighty from the backside of the big bucks.
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 place against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even naughtier, sexy and more than aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, light source blue sky cloth looked good against the smooth, creamy skin of her tit. Her long, hard nipples stood out in stark relief against the lose weight, fire up silk. Below her titty, the garment curved with her body, accentuating her hourglass physique and round butt before ending just richly enough on her thighs to not prove her ass impertinence.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, strong man 's hand clamped down on her backtalk from behind, grinding her back talk against her teeth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to oppose, wanted to cry, wanted to resist in any way but, her panic suspend body refused to obey her screech and jumbled mind.
`` You just be nice and calm, '' said a oceanic abyss, gravelly voice in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the hall are going to make out out alive. You do n't, '' the voice trailed off and a silenced side arm slid into her imaginativeness.
Chelsea, her mind screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the voice growled as the barrel of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her psyche cried out as tears fell from her eyes. She nodded her pass as vigorously as his hand would allow.
`` Good, that 's good, '' he said, returning to a delicate note. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed substantial nice, got it ? ``
Kristen nodded again and felt him let her go cautiously.
She stepped forward, turned and sat on the bed feeling exposed in the lean nighty. She looked up at the unknown man through tear streaked eyes.
His face was covered in, what looked to her the likes of, a black goalie masque with some sort of interlocking covering his eyes. He was tall 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 niggling cutie. There is a very small chance that I could pretermit 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, gladiolus we understand each former. Now, I am going to ask some questions. You answer honestly. What is your name ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, Hellenic. You may call up me, Leo. What is the cutie 's gens ? ``
`` Chelsea, '' Kristen said through a sob.
`` Chelsea your daughter ? ``
`` Yes, are you going to hurt us, '' Kristen burst out sobbing.
`` I am asking the inquiry, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am xxx seven, she is only fifteen, please do n't, ''
White spark erupted in Kristen 's head as his left fist shot forward, connecting with her temple.
`` I told you not to lie Kristen, '' he said, pointing the gun menacingly. `` I know she just turned eighteen. I know where you both work. I know where you both hang out. I know an awful lot. Now, apologise for lying. ``
`` I 'm sorry I lied, '' Kristen mumbled to her lap, her concern for herself and, more importantly, Chelsea growing deeper.
`` Good. Now, who is the sexy fiddling nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the urge to try for a law policeman young man lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it defecate you find sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her caput, embarrassed.
`` It makes you appear sexy, '' he said. `` tie-up up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the pitch-dark spots where his eyes 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 ascension and clinging to her physical structure as she did.
`` Money and jewelry, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her arms to her position and stood in front of him. She could feel his hidden eyes crawling over her body.
`` Yes, very pretty, '' he said. `` Spin for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt rubber turning, not wanting him out of sight.
`` Much meliorate than money and, jewelry ca n't do this, '' he said, gesturing at the front of his pants.
Kristen looked down at the prominence pushing against his dungaree, it 's comportment confirming her fear.
`` 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 block out side in shock absorber 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 spine doorway. By the way, the bogus turtle statue is n't very cunning. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, dark closet. Never thought I would get such a show but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her human foot, tears of guilt and shame rolling down her cheeks. If I had n't left that shit key. If I had stopped to talk to my girl.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few footstep backward in order to pull the wing back chair away from the wall. `` Over the nighty will be exquisitely for now. No need to hurry things, '' he added, sitting down in the deep red colored chair.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the story, raised her trembling hands and cupped her titty. Her nipples stabbed into her palms, harder from awe than she ever remembered from stimulation but, utterly numb to her touch.
`` When was the last clip you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four years and three months, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, sexy affair like you, '' Leo said in shock. `` In that clip I bet you could have found a one thousand men who would roll in the hay to have a go at it you ! Men of all eld ! Your age, one-time. Hell, I bet you could fuck a C guys your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a cougar ! So, why so long without peter ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` Well, I 'm drab to hear that, '' he said in mock sympathy. `` whole step closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped closer, doing her best, despite her fright and embarrassment, to act aphrodisiacal and fleshly.
`` What was his name, '' Leo asked.
`` David, '' she whispered as impudent, hot tears spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a manus a little lower, '' he instructed.
She swallowed severe and forced her right bridge player downward, feeling his regard on the space where her extremely hard nipple pushed against the lean silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a diminished 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 subject.
`` So, you like big guys, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's undecomposed 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 aright hand on the Brobdingnagian protrusion in his jeans.
Kristen 's halfway finger wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the lips of her bald pussy. She caressed her button seductively despite how dry her cunt was.
`` Show me those titties, '' he said thickly. `` block rubbing them and pull 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 slit.
`` You have splendid tits, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those nipples ! I have seen a lot of titties and the pap on them but, I have only seen one set as long, suckable, abusable and sexy as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the jut of his cock a little faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self conscious of her unusually retentive nipples.
`` Lift up your nighty and show me your cunt, '' he ordered.
Her blossom deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, bald pussy fiddling by trivial, eventually exposing it completely.
`` Open your legs, '' Leo instructed. `` I said show me your slit and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her thighs apart, exposing her most individual dead body role to the masked stranger.
`` shucks, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very fairly twat. Four years must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking line of how lots 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, go forth my girl 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 piffling girl, Kristen pleaded silently. Not my shy, sweet girlfriend.
`` Now, here is what comes succeeding, '' Leo said, grabbing her attention. `` You are going to go in the bathroom and pretty yourself up. Do your pilus and physical composition 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 descend out early or fall out not finished or too slow, I will hurt your daughter. Do you understand Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fear for her daughter choking her words.
`` Good, XX minutes starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the john, shutting the door behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the door, she buried her face in the shepherd's crook of her elbow and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the room access, rattling the handgrip.
The chair from my conceitedness, she guessed. I 'm most in all probability locked in, she thought. Unwilling to quiz the theory and jeopardy Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her makeup as the stereoscopic photograph in her bedroom came to spirit. Country medicine playing, Kristen focused on her task.
`` Kristen, turn off the ignitor and come out now, '' he commanded through the room access upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the lighting switch and pushing the doorway open.
Her eyes, accustomed to the brightness of the bathroom, where momentarily dim in the subduedness of her candle lit bedroom.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her eyes adjusted enough to see her bound and gagged daughter.
The petite daughter tried to cry out to her female parent, the password 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 knees in front of her chairman bound daughter.
`` You did good in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will look at the gag out of Chelsea 's back talk. You have ten bit to do the same to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no time, consoling her affright daughter as she applied makeup and fixed the girl '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 threshold.
Kristen looked, after a moment, seeing the instrument panel 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 present moment, quickly recognizing the scourge his manus on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and manacle herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` Good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to untie you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to serve a few doubtfulness. Mommy, would you like to recite her the rest ? ``
`` Whatever he asks babe, 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 girlfriend replied softly.
`` No, '' he said in mock astonishment. `` Pretty girl like you ? Have you ever had a beau ? ``
`` Yeah, one, '' she answered.
`` Just one ? So, have you ever had sex ? ``
`` No, '' the shy girl whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with boy ? ``
`` William Tell him baby, '' Kristen said, sending her daughter 's hesitation.
`` well, I kissed three unlike boy, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as honest as possible. `` I let two pertain my bosom, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched single dick and let him touch my cunny lips, '' she blurted. Her bloom darkened as she shot embarrassed glimpse at her mother.
`` Just your lips, '' Leo asked. `` He did n't put his finger's breadth in your pussy ? ``
`` No, '' Chelsea replied, shaking her head.
`` Have you ever had anything in your golf hole, '' he asked.
`` Yes, '' she whispered, flexing and rubbing her now resign 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 stand. She opened the drawer, pulled out the small, white vibrator and took it back to the big, disguised unknown.
`` That 's it, '' he asked laughing. `` This is barely big enough to pop your cherry ! You are going to find bang-up, '' he said, rubbing the monolithic bulge.
Fear crossed Chelsea 's fount as his Christian Bible sank in. tear built in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` Take me, '' Kristen cried. `` leave her alone and take me ! ``
Leo grabbed a handful of Chelsea 's hair and yanked the rallying cry 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 spite her and take a crap her do it. Your selection ma, '' he said, punctuating the threat by dragging the young lady 's head back farther.
`` Okay, I 'll get together, '' Kristen agreed, unable to see her daughter in pain.
`` Good, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's gentle if you cooperate. ``
Like conjuring trick, a key appeared in his script. 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, bring your girl over here, '' he instructed after a moment.
helping hand in hand, they stood before him.
`` Chelsea, I want to see you in your bra and panties, '' he said. `` Kristen, get her that way or I will. ``
`` It 's okey child, '' Kristen said to her frighten, shy daughter. `` See ? I 'm pretty much naked already. ``
She pulled the girl 's T-shirt up and over her capitulum, uncovering her lilliputian speed body and a thickly padded pink bra.
`` half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter pull down and, mistreat out of, her white pajama trunks, exposing the young woman 's white thong.
Kristen smiled at her hinder daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls know how aphrodisiacal you are, '' Leo asked, letting his eyes play over them from behind his mask.
mother and daughter shook their heads in unwilled unison.
`` wellspring, I know, '' he said, rubbing his palm down the length of his straining tool.
`` Chelsea, come sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The young woman obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her business firm, round, barely covered ass on the hardness of his cock.
`` That 's nice, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare cutis. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a deep intimation and began to sneak out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her small daughter, slowly pushing his prick against her butt.
`` Is n't your momma sexy, '' he asked the girl on his lap.
`` Yes, '' she replied reluctantly.
`` Now, it 's your bend to loose some apparel, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one hand. `` Take it off and present me your sexy little tit, '' he instructed.
Chelsea slipped her bra off and, at his imperativeness, turned sideways on his lap.
`` Oh my God, '' he said in awe. `` You have such nice niggling titties ! And look, long nipples like your mommy. ``
Kristen looked at her topless girl. Her round, a cup tits were perky and firm and, topped with unusually long tit.
Chelsea returned her mother 's gaze, for the first time actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` ejaculate here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hand up Chelsea 's diminutive body and covering her perky small tit with his big hired hand.
Kristen stepped stuffy, watching helplessly as the dissemble man groped her daughter.
`` mite each other 's breast, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his devoid helping hand. He rubbed his hammer against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my pinhead when I was thirteen, Kristen thought as she placed her handwriting on her daughter 's small, firm breast.
Chelsea put her hand on her mommy 's tit and began to rub. She had always been jealous of braggy chested girls and had secretly wondered what big booby felt like.
`` Kristen, testify me your baby female child 's pussy, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the daughter 's long teat between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her daughter 's panties off and coaxed her legs apart.
`` Very bonk nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, facial expression at your little girl 's bitch. ``
Kristen looked between her daughter 's facing pages legs, right at her bald, gusty pussy.
Leo caressed the girl 's snatch 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, molesting 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 girls on either incline of him. His big, powerful hands 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 huge cock.
She starred at it for a bit, shocked not at the impressive size but, at the law of similarity between this cock and her late husband's.
In size of it and frame, they were identical. The only dispute being that, David was n't fully circumcised like this man and, the birthmark she had loved to snog was n't above the stranger 's balls.
`` Too big for you, '' Leo teased.
`` No, '' Kristen answered.
`` Was your boyfriends cock that big, '' he asked Chelsea.
`` Not even close, '' she replied, starring at the impressive member.
`` Go down there with your mummy, '' he instructed the girl. `` Kristen, show your girl how to handle a real rooster. ``
`` Give me your deal baby, '' Kristen said to her daughter, taking the little girl 's small hand and wrapper it around the shaft of his turncock. `` Rub up and down like I am, '' she instructed.
`` Kristen, show her how to suck peter, '' he ordered, pulling the hush shooting iron from it 's holster and aiming it at Chelsea 's head. `` And keep in mind, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my clump I shoot. You do anything but make me the best blowjob of your life, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, tempestuous and scared but, powerless.
`` scout mommy, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her sassing wide and took his putz inside.
It had been year since she had sucked a cock but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the anger and reverence, Kristen focused on the undertaking at hand. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the alien 's cock trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focused, she did n't notice how intently her girl was watching. The girl 's wonder and secret sex crusade held far more than baron than her fear of the gun.
`` Your fiddling little girl wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her backtalk off his cock and looked at her daughter.
`` okeh baby, just put it in your mouth and sucking. Do n't rub your tooth and do n't bite down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so have a go at it wrong, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her mouth around a unusual man 's massive dick.
She is a rude, Kristen thought as her daughter began giving a porn mode blowjob.
`` brand her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his rooster pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` Swallow child, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't pitter-patter it out, swallow it like a good girl. ``
Fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own girl to eat up cum like a ripe girl.
You are also being raped, another vocalisation said.
Kristen could n't fence that and pushed the thoughts away as she watched her daughter live with her first mouthful of cum.
`` Your small girl is a innate, '' Leo said, unknowingly echoing Kristen 's thoughts.
Maybe he will be done now, she hoped.
Leo holstered the handgun and gestured his victims to him. Without warning, he reached between their legs, 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 recollective before I 'm fix to take a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the threat in his discussion.
Leo pulled his bridge player back, smiling behind his masquerade. Either Kristen would get her girl wet or, he would draw his huge cock into her dry, virtuous cunt. It was a win win position for him.
He is going to violate my daughter and there is zip I can do, Kristen told herself. I ca n't get the gun innocent fast enough, we could n't get out fast enough, he is going to take my infant girl 's virginity by rape.
The merely thing I can do for sure is make it less painful, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down child, '' Kristen instructed her daughter.
`` Why mamma, '' Chelsea asked, laying back slowly.
`` Just lay down, '' Kristen said firmly.
Chelsea lay back, her knees up and together, her buoyant little boob pointed at the ceiling, her dreary eyes on her mother.
Kristen pushed her daughter 's legs apart and began moving between them.
`` No mommy, '' Chelsea cried, trying to close her legs. `` You ca n't do that ! It 's wrong ! ``
`` child, this man is going to despoil 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 prepare you wet. It wo n't hurt as much, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, people say it 's incorrectly and, ''
`` I do n't care about mass, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, leave about what is proper or ill-timed and try to bask it, '' she told her daughter. Like I am going to try and revel it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom counterpane her legs and get between them.
Pretend it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. profess that the pretty lilliputian pussy belongs to one of the girls Jacques Louis David used to bring base. Hell, just focus on that plump, wet, bald, perfect piffling cunt.
Kristen felt her own pussycat get warm as she slipped her natural language between the plump sass of her daughter 's pussy. She took her time, easing the little 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 daughter 's hole then, licked up to her button, lapping at the polish little bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her little miss 's eyes as her spit dipped into the orifice of her hole.
Warm, slippery, cherubic 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 centre going directly to Leo 's huge, firmly cock.
`` Get your lingua out of your daughter 's cunt you tight tart, '' he growled. `` That maw is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her frightened daughter.
`` mom, '' the girl whispered.
`` What babe, '' Kristen asked.
`` If I liked that, am I bad, '' Chelsea asked nervously.
`` Not any more bad than me, '' Kristen replied smiling. `` I liked it too. ``
Leo positioned himself between Chelsea 's legs, lining his massive hammer up to her small, virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the school principal of his dick into her.
Chelsea tensed a fiddling but, because of her mom 's tongue, it did n't anguish to much.
Kristen watched the big cock stretch her daughter 's niggling kitty-cat, watched it exploit it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to shove in farseeing, laborious strokes. He pulled his shaft almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's body backbreaking enough to construct her tiny bosom jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eyes and let her organic structure react. Let her pussy find the pleasure in the pounding rape. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the clock time, a voice said in Kristen 's question 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 fucking God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the face behind the masquerade.
`` papa, '' Chelsea questioned in a traumatize scream.
`` Hi little girl, '' he said as his massive prick finished pumping cum into his daughter 's puss.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's thought. `` Well, legally, '' he said, slipping his prick 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 tool away. `` There is a lot you girls never knew about me. You never knew about my illegal activities or connections. You never knew what I really did for a aliveness and, you never knew about my family incest tradition.
`` A small over four and a half yr ago, some very bad the great unwashed decided they wanted me, and my family, dead. At the Lapplander time, I had a beautiful daughter, blossoming into a beautiful and aphrodisiacal woman. I had tried to go forth my menage tradition behind but, it became hard. So, with people wanting me stagnant and my needing to go, I faked my death. ``
`` You faked your demise to protect the daughter you just raped, '' Kristen screamed.
`` It 's all I have thought about for years, '' he said quietly. `` Introducing you to my family 's out tradition. This was the exclusively way I could make it happen. ``
Kristen 's head reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream, cry, stamp out 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 consistence against him.
The bedlam in Kristen 's thinker stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the truth. She was gladiola he was back too and, she could get used to dark like this .