cool Night air drifted through the open window, 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 can wall to the open air window.
She stood before the window mop up her optic and breathing deeply of the clean air. The silence of the Night was broken only by the chirping of the crickets in the surrounding fields and the occasional call of a Night razz in the wood.
It 's so peaceful and unruffled, Kristen thought. So much better than the metropolis. I made the rightfield Call. Even Chelsea is starting to like it here.
A balmy grinning performing at the corners of her mouth as she replayed the events of the last six months.
Her generally calm, respectful, intelligent girl had erupted at the decision to act out of the city.
Chelsea had thrown every cliche in the book at her female parent. When they failed, she pleaded for enough time to calibrate adjacent year. Finally resorting to the `` I will be eighteen by then and you ca n't make me '' tactic.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Chelsea finished her junior yr of gamey schooltime and celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the new house a calendar week later.
In the month since, Chelsea had gotten a component meter job, made a duet ally and settled in.
It 's going to be okey, Kristen assured herself, turning from the windowpane.
She unwrapped the towel, dropping it on the floor with her sweat dampened workout wearing apparel. She lifted her centre, trying to find her pajama, and caught her reflection in the replete length mirror directly across the room.
Her blue heart moved from her honey blond curls to her modest, pedicured feet as she approached the oldtimer mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she looked at her reflexion. No grey-headed pilus. No wrinkles. Not bad for thirty seven.
I still have pretty nice tits too, Kristen said to herself as she reached up and began fondling her c cup boob. They may not be as luxuriously as they used to be but, they still feel good.
My nipples are still as eagre as always, she thought, feeling them harden against her palm. She moved her hired hand and looked at her long, dark-skinned pink mamilla. She traced a digit around her areola and over the arduous, sensible tips of her nipples.
They are n't all that 's tidal bore, Kristen thought as a passion spread between her ramification.
Feeling a little naughty, and more aroused for feeling that way, Kristen began to slide her right hand down her abdomen and over the unruffled, fuzz free tegument above her wet pussy.
She pulled her deal away from her pussy and let go of her tit as an idea formed in her head.
Where did I put it, she asked herself as her eyes darted around the room.
Not the closet, she said, dismissing the huge, mostly naked blank space with a glance at the slightly afford doorway. I think in there, she decided.
Feeling naughty and excited, Kristen hurried past the closet to the tall, white dressing table. She opened the second drawer down and began digging through the stacks of seldom wear clothes.
There it is, she thought triumphantly as she pulled the light blue, silk nighty from the bottom of the batch.
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 position against her bare skin.
Kristen felt even gamy, sexy and Sir Thomas More aroused as she looked down at herself.
The low cut, fall blue stuff looked adept against the smooth, creamy hide of her breast. Her recollective, hard mamilla stood out in stark relief against the slenderize, clean silk. Below her breast, the garment curved with her organic structure, accentuating her hourglass material body and troll butt before ending just gamy enough on her second joint to not show her ass cheek.
I have to see, she thought, intending to go to the mirror.
A big, substantial man 's hand clamped down on her backtalk from behind, grinding her lips against her tooth and yanking her backward against him.
Kristen wanted to fight, wanted to scream, wanted to resist in any way but, her panic icy soundbox refused to obey her scream and jumbled creative thinker.
`` You just be skillful and calm, '' said a thick, gravelly phonation in her ear. `` You do what I say, you and the cutie down the anteroom are going to issue forth out animated. You do n't, '' the voice trailed off and a hush up pistol slid into her imagination.
Chelsea, her judgment screamed.
`` Understand me, '' the vocalism growled as the barrel of the gun pressed hard against her head.
Chelsea, oh God Chelsea, her creative thinker cried out as tears fell from her middle. She nodded her point as vigorously as his bridge player would allow.
`` goodness, that 's safe, '' he said, returning to a mild tone. `` I am going to let go of you. When I do, you just sit down on the bed real squeamish, 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 skimpy nighty. She looked up at the strange man through tear streaked eyes.
His case was covered in, what looked to her like, a bleak goalie masque with some form of mesh covering his eyes. He was tall and powerfully built, dwarfing her 5'2 ''.
`` Now, you might get the idea to wee a run for it. Before you do, think about the picayune cutie. There is a very small chance that I could omit you with a slug if you were running but, being tied up like she is, I surely wo n't miss her. Get me ? ``
`` Yes, '' Kristen muttered.
`` Good, gladiolus we understand each early. Now, I am going to ask some questions. You answer honestly. What is your gens ? ``
`` Kristen. ``
`` Kristen, nice, classic. You may telephone me, Leo. What is the cutie 's name ? ``
`` Chelsea, '' Kristen said through a sob.
`` Chelsea your daughter ? ``
`` Yes, are you going to hurt us, '' Kristen burst out sobbing.
`` I am asking the interrogation, '' Leo growled. `` How old are you and Chelsea ? ``
`` I am thirty seven, she is only 15, please do n't, ''
White luminosity erupted in Kristen 's caput as his left fist snap 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 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 sexy petty nighty for ? ``
`` It 's, it 's for ... me, '' she stammered, resisting the urge to try for a police officeholder boyfriend lie.
`` Yeah ? Does it make you feel sexy, '' Leo teased.
Kristen nodded her school principal, embarrassed.
`` It makes you await aphrodisiac, '' he said. `` Stand up for me. ``
`` Please, '' she pleaded, looking up at the disgraceful muscae volitantes where his centre 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 ascension and clinging to her body as she did.
`` Money and jewelry, '' he said, chuckling disdainfully.
Kristen dropped her arms to her face and stood in front man of him. She could finger his concealed heart crawling over her body.
`` Yes, very pretty, '' he said. `` Spin for me. ``
Kristen turned as quickly as she felt safe turn, 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 protrusion pushing against his jeans, it 's presence 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 expression 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 room access. By the way, the misrepresent turtle statue is n't very clever. Anyway, I came upstairs, tied up Chelsea and waited in that big, night closet. Never thought I would get such a appearance but, I am not complaining. ``
Kristen stared at her feet, bust of guilt and shame rolling down her cheek. If I had n't left that damn key. If I had stopped to let the cat out of the bag to my girl.
`` Now, do what you were doing in the mirror, '' he commanded, taking a few steps backward in guild to take out the wing back chair away from the bulwark. `` Over the nighty will be fine for now. No need to rush along things, '' he added, sitting down in the crimson colored professorship.
Kristen lowered her gaze to the base, raised her trembling hands and cupped her chest. Her nipples stabbed into her decoration, harder from care than she ever remembered from foreplay but, utterly numb to her jot.
`` When was the last time you had sex Kristen, '' he asked, leaning back in the chair.
`` Four old age and three months, '' she promptly replied.
`` A sultry, aphrodisiac thing like you, '' Leo said in shock. `` In that prison term I bet you could own found a thousand men who would do it to fuck you ! Men of all ages ! Your age, senior. pit, I bet you could fuck a hundred guy rope your daughter 's age if you wanted to be a painter ! So, why so long without dick ? ``
`` That was when my husband died, '' she replied, fighting back tears.
`` fountainhead, I 'm sorry to hear that, '' he said in mock understanding. `` whole tone closer, '' he added, gesturing with the pistol.
Kristen stepped closer, doing her best, despite her fear and embarrassment, to act sexy and sensual.
`` What was his name, '' Leo asked.
`` Jacques Louis David, '' she whispered as fresh, hot tears spilled from her eyes.
`` Let 's get a hand a little low-spirited, '' he instructed.
She swallowed hard and forced her rightfulness hand downward, feeling his regard on the place where her extremely operose nipple pushed against the thin silk.
`` Was he a big guy like me or a lowly 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 field of study.
`` So, you like big guys, '' he said enthusiastically. `` That 's thoroughly for me, '' he chuckled.
Kristen 's handwriting stopped trailing down the silk at the top of her slit.
`` Rub yourself through the nighty, '' he ordered, placing his right helping hand on the huge bulge in his jeans.
Kristen 's centre finger wrapped itself in silk as she pushed it between the back talk of her bald kitty-cat. She caressed her clit seductively despite how dry her slit was.
`` appearance me those titties, '' he said thickly. `` Stop rubbing them and take out 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 kitty.
`` You have glorious tits, '' he said, sounding sincere. `` But, those mammilla ! I have seen a lot of boob and the pap on them but, I have only seen one set as long, suckable, abusable and sexy as yours, '' he stated, rubbing the extrusion of his cock a picayune faster.
Kristen flushed, embarrassed by her exposure and self witting of her unusually long nipples.
`` Lift up your nighty and show me your cunt, '' he ordered.
Her flush deepening, Kristen slowly lifted the hem of her nighty. The silk slid up, exposing her smooth, bald pussy little by little, eventually exposing it completely.
`` open air your legs, '' Leo instructed. `` I said show me your cunt and I meant all of it. ``
Kristen complied, spreading her thighs apart, exposing her almost secret soundbox part to the masked stranger.
`` tinker's dam, '' he said appreciatively. `` That 's a very pretty cunt. Four years must regrow virginity, '' he said, laughing.
Kristen looked down, taking note of how lots harder he rubbed his cock.
`` If your cunt is that pretty, I ca n't wait to get a feeling at Chelsea 's, '' he exclaimed.
`` No, please, '' Kristen begged. `` You can do anything you want to me and I will do anything you say but, please, leave my daughter alone. ``
`` I will do anything I want to you, and your little missy, 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 little girl, 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 bathroom and pretty yourself up. Do your fuzz and makeup nice and sexy.
`` You will be in there for XX minutes. When I say come out, you better come out fast and sexy. If you try to fare out early or fall out not finished or too tardily, I will hurt your daughter. Do you understand Kristen ? ``
`` Yes, '' she replied, fear for her girl choking her words.
`` goodness, twenty minutes starts now, '' he said.
Kristen walked quickly into the privy, shutting the door behind her. She turned, leaning an arm against the doorway, she buried her font in the felon of her cubital joint and sobbed silently.
Something thumped against the threshold, rattling the hold.
The chair from my vanity, she guessed. I 'm most in all likelihood locked in, she thought. Unwilling to test the possibility and risk Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her makeup as the stereo in her bedroom came to life. Country euphony playing, Kristen focused on her labor.
`` Kristen, turn off the lightness and come out now, '' he commanded through the door upon which she leaned.
Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the light switching and pushing the room access open.
Her eyes, accustomed to the brightness of the bathroom, where momentarily blind in the dimness of her candle lit chamber.
`` Chelsea, '' she cried as her optic adjusted enough to see her leaping and gagged daughter.
The lilliputian female child tried to cry out to her mother, the intelligence becoming a meaningless squeal against the huge testicle gag that stretched her jaw uncomfortably.
`` Oh my God Chelsea, '' Kristen said, sobbing as she dropped to her knees in front of her chair bound daughter.
`` You did unspoiled in the bathroom, '' he said to Kristen. `` You look very sexy. Now, I will contract the gag out of Chelsea 's backtalk. You have ten min to do the same to her. Go, '' he said, unwrapping the gag.
Kristen wasted no metre, consoling her panic-stricken girl as she applied composition 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 door.
Kristen looked, after a minute, seeing the card across the door. They where locked in.
`` Just wanted you to be mindful, '' 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 threat his hand on Chelsea implied.
Kristen sat on the bed and whomp herself tightly, twisting to do so.
`` trade good, '' Leo said. `` Now, I 'm going to undo you Chelsea and, while I do, you are going to answer a few questions. mom, would you like to tell her the rest ? ``
`` Whatever he asks baby, tell him the truth. Please, '' Kristen stressed to her daughter.
`` Do you have a fellow 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 missy whispered.
`` What have you done sexually with son ? ``
`` Tell him babe, '' Kristen said, sending her daughter 's hesitation.
`` wellspring, I kissed three dissimilar boys, '' Chelsea began slowly, trying to be as fair as potential. `` I let two equal my pinhead, '' she admitted, blushing. `` And, I touched one dick and let him touch my cunny lips, '' she blurted. Her bloom darkened as she shot embarrassed coup d'oeil 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 jam, '' 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 face turning scarlet.
`` Go get it, '' he instructed.
Chelsea rose stiffly and crossed the room to her mom 's night stand. She opened the draftsman, pulled out the small, egg 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 feel great, '' he said, rubbing the massive bulge.
Fear crossed Chelsea 's face as his watchword sank in. crying built in her heart, spilling down her cheeks slowly.
`` Take me, '' Kristen cried. `` leave her alone and shoot me ! ``
Leo grabbed a smattering of Chelsea 's haircloth and yanked the shout teens head back painfully.
`` What did I tell you before, '' he growled to Kristen. `` You can avail her do what I want or, I can hurt her and make her do it. Your choice mummy, '' he said, punctuating the scourge by dragging the girl 's head back farther.
`` okay, I 'll cooperate, '' Kristen agreed, unable to see her daughter in bother.
`` commodity, '' he said, letting Chelsea go and coming to the bed. `` It 's prosperous if you cooperate. ``
Like magic, a key appeared in his hand. He unlocked Kristen 's cuffs.
Suddenly, Kristen noticed he was n't holding the gun. It was holstered on his hip, not well-fixed to get but, it was a bit of hope.
Mother and daughter embraced as Leo sat back down in the backstage back electric chair.
`` Kristen, bring your girl over here, '' he instructed after a moment.
deal in hand, they stood before him.
`` Chelsea, I want to see you in your bra and scanty, '' he said. `` Kristen, get her that way or I will. ``
`` It 's okay baby, '' Kristen said to her scar, shy daughter. `` See ? I 'm pretty much naked already. ``
She pulled the girl 's jersey up and over her head, uncovering her petite upper body and a thickly padded pink bra.
`` Half way there, '' she said encouragingly as she helped her daughter perpetrate down and, step out of, her white jammies shorts, exposing the girl 's white thong.
Kristen smiled at her embarrassed daughter, trying to be brave for her.
`` Do you girls know how aphrodisiacal you are, '' Leo asked, letting his heart play over them from behind his mask.
Mother and daughter shook their heads in unintentional unison.
`` well, I know, '' he said, rubbing his palm down the length of his straining cock.
`` Chelsea, do sit on my lap, '' he instructed the girl.
The girl obeyed reluctantly, sitting down with her firm, round, barely covered ass on the rigorousness of his tool.
`` That 's nice, '' he said, lightly caressing her bare cutis. `` Kristen, undress for me. ``
Kristen took a mystifying breath and began to slip out of her silk nighty, watching as the man who called himself Leo touched her little female child, slowly pushing his tool 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 unloosen some clothes, '' he said, unhooking her bra with one hand. `` read it off and show me your sexy little titties, '' he instructed.
Chelsea slipped her bra off and, at his insisting, turned sideways on his lap.
`` Oh my God, '' he said in awe. `` You have such nice little tit ! And take care, foresighted nipples like your mama. ``
Kristen looked at her topless girl. Her round, a cup tits were perky and business firm and, topped with unusually long pap.
Chelsea returned her mother 's gaze, for the first time actually looking at her mom 's breasts.
`` seed here Kristen, '' Leo commanded, running his hand up Chelsea 's petite body and covering her buoyant small tit with his big hand.
Kristen stepped stuffy, watching helplessly as the masked man groped her daughter.
`` tactual sensation each other 's tits, '' he said, taking one of Kristen 's in his free hand. He rubbed his putz against Chelsea 's ass as he played with their tits.
It 's like playing with my dope when I was xiii, Kristen thought as she placed her hand on her daughter 's small-scale, firm breast.
Chelsea put her handwriting on her mommy 's tit and began to rub. She had always been jealous of bigger chested female child and had secretly wondered what big bosom felt like.
`` Kristen, show me your baby miss 's pussy, '' Leo ordered, grabbing Chelsea 's other tit. He began gently rolling the girl 's long nipples between his fingers.
Kristen pulled her daughter 's panties off and coaxed her peg apart.
`` Very ass nice, '' Leo said. `` Kristen, look at your slight little girl 's puss. ``
Kristen looked between her girl 's spread legs, rightfield at her bald, puffy pussy.
Leo caressed the young woman 's snatch lips, while her mother watched. Slowly, he slipped his fingerbreadth into her twat, letting Kristen see her girl 's fat cunt wrap itself around his big, molesting finger.
Chelsea tensed on his lap as he rubbed her dry slit.
`` Okay miss, to the bed, '' he ordered.
Once on the bed, Leo lay the missy on either side 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 blue jean. She reached inside and pulled out his Brobdingnagian cock.
She starred at it for a moment, shocked not at the impressive size but, at the law of similarity between this cock and her late husband's.
In size and shape, they were very. The only differences being that, 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 mommy, '' he instructed the girlfriend. `` Kristen, show your daughter how to address a genuine peter. ``
`` pass me your hand baby, '' Kristen said to her girl, taking the girl 's pocket-size hand and wrapping it around the shaft 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 head. `` And keep in idea, you bite, I shoot. You squeeze my testicle I shoot. You do anything but give me the best blowjob of your life, I shoot. Got it ? ``
`` Yes, '' she answered, tempestuous and scared but, powerless.
`` Watch mamma, '' she said to her daughter as she opened her oral fissure wide-eyed and took his hammer inside.
It had been years since she had sucked a peter but, after her jaw loosened, she realized she had n't forgotten how.
Despite the angriness and fright, Kristen focused on the undertaking at manus. She sucked, licked and, gagged on the stranger 's hammer trying to get it over with.
Kristen was so focused, she did n't comment how intently her girl was watching. The lady friend 's oddity and secret sex parkway held far more baron than her concern of the gun.
`` Your little girl wants to try, '' Leo said, noticing Chelsea 's stare.
Kristen pulled her mouth off his cock and looked at her daughter.
`` OK infant, just put it in your mouth and suction. Do n't rub your dentition and do n't sting down, '' she instructed the girl.
This is so know haywire, Kristen thought, watching her daughter slowly wrap her mouth around a unknown man 's monolithic dick.
She is a lifelike, Kristen thought as her daughter began giving a porn vogue blowjob.
`` Make her swallow my cum, '' Leo ordered Kristen as his cock pumped into Chelsea 's mouth.
`` drink baby, '' Kristen urged. `` Do n't spit it out, swallow up it like a good girl. ``
fuck me, Kristen thought. I just told my own daughter to swallow cum like a estimable girl.
You are also being raped, another voice said.
Kristen could n't argue that and pushed the thoughts away as she watched her girl accept her first mouthful of cum.
`` Your piffling daughter is a raw, '' 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 long before I 'm prepare to take a teenager 's virginity. ``
Chelsea began to cry softly, understanding the scourge in his word of honor.
Leo pulled his hands back, smiling behind his masquerade. Either Kristen would get her daughter wet or, he would draw his huge shaft into her dry, vestal 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 free people fast enough, we could n't get out fast enough, he is going to take my baby daughter 's virginity by rape.
The only thing I can do for sure as shooting is do it less painful, she thought. Even if it is wrong.
`` Chelsea, lay down baby, '' Kristen instructed her daughter.
`` Why mom, '' Chelsea asked, laying back slowly.
`` Just lay down, '' Kristen said firmly.
Chelsea lay back, her knees up and together, her perky footling tits pointed at the ceiling, her blue eye 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 amiss ! ``
`` babe, this man is going to rape you, '' Kristen said bluntly.
`` I know mommy, '' Chelsea replied, trying to be brave.
`` If he does it while you are dry, it 's going to hurt a lot more. If I lick you, I can shit you wet. It wo n't anguish as very much, '' Kristen explained.
`` I know all that, '' Chelsea said. `` It 's just, hoi polloi say it 's wrong and, ''
`` I do n't care about multitude, '' Kristen said, cutting her daughter off. `` I care about you so, relax, forget about what is right or damage and try to savor it, '' she told her daughter. Like I am going to try and enjoy it, she added to herself.
Chelsea let her mom bedspread her legs and get between them.
pretend it 's not your daughter, Kristen urged herself. guess that the pretty little snatch belongs to one of the missy St. David used to take dwelling. Hell, just focus on that plump, nasty, bald, unadulterated piddling cunt.
Kristen felt her own puss get affectionate as she slipped her tongue between the plump lips of her girl 's pussy. She took her fourth dimension, easing the fille into it. Her warm, wet natural language worked it 's way into the teen 's cunt niggling by little.
Kristen licked at the boundary of her daughter 's hole then, licked up to her clit, lapping at the politic fiddling bud gently.
She looked up and directly into her little girl 's eyes as her tongue dipped into the opening of her hole.
Warm, slippery, sweetly tasting liquid covered Kristen 's clapper as her daughter became horny while they looked at each other.
Kristen felt a growing wetness between her legs too as the combination of intimacy and badness aroused her fiercely.
Kristen glanced sideways, her eye going directly to Leo 's huge, voiceless cock.
`` Get your lingua out of your girl 's cunt you nasty whore, '' he growled. `` That hole is mine. ``
Kristen moved reluctantly and lay beside her panicky daughter.
`` mama, '' 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 stage, lining his massive putz up to her low, virgin cunt.
Kristen wrapped her implements of war around her daughter, holding her as he thrust the head word of his dick into her.
Chelsea tensed a fiddling but, because of her mommy 's tongue, it did n't suffer to much.
Kristen watched the big stopcock stretch her daughter 's little pussy, watched it work on it 's way deeper and deeper into her.
Leo began to thrust in longer, strong strokes. He pulled his cock almost all the way out then, thrust it forward, slamming into the girl 's body knockout enough to progress to her lilliputian tits jiggle.
Chelsea closed her eyes and let her body react. Let her kitty find the pleasure in the pounding rape. She began moaning softly, shocking her mother.
Now is the time, a articulation 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 incline, 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 ass God no, '' she blurted as she recognized the face behind the mask.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea questioned in a shocked scream.
`` Hi girlfriend, '' he said as his monumental cock finished pumping cum into his girl 's cunt.
`` You are, ''
`` Dead, '' he said, finishing Kristen 's thought. `` fountainhead, legally, '' he said, slipping his cock out of his daughter and crawling off of her.
`` pappa, how ? Why, '' Chelsea finally managed.
`` I guess I can try to explain, '' David said, putting his softening cock away. `` There is a lot you girls never knew about me. You never knew about my illegal activities or connections. You never knew what I really did for a living and, you never knew about my family incest tradition.
`` A little over four and a half years ago, some very bad people decided they wanted me, and my folk, idle. At the same sentence, I had a beautiful girl, blossoming into a beautiful and sexy woman. I had tried to leave my kinsperson tradition behind but, it became hard. So, with hoi polloi wanting me numb and my needing to go, I faked my dying. ``
`` You faked your death 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 home 's taboo tradition. This was the only way I could crap it happen. ``
Kristen 's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream, cry, belt down David and hug him.
`` Daddy, '' Chelsea said softly. `` I 'm gladiolus you came back, '' she said, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her bare physical structure against him.
The pandemonium in Kristen 's mind stilled suddenly as she stopped fighting the true statement. She was gladiola he was back too and, she could get used to Night like this .