daughter.
'Come on, baby, come on, lick your daughter's pussy. Get it on your face, bitch… come on, lick it on down,' Brad said, shoving Christine to the floor.
The woman fell to her knees, nearly fading into unconsciousness from the pain of her fall. Staring up, she saw her daughter's young, tight little pussy fringed with blonde cuntal curls still damp from the fuck juice that had flowed from her pussy. She could smell the arousal, the same delicious aroma that had flowed from her own cunt. Gingerly she bent her head forward, rolling up her eyes once and seeing Ed and Brad grinning hellishly at her.
'Go for it, baby.'
Anna's blonde-haired pussy glistened excitedly. Through the thick growth of tangled hair Christine could see the red gash of the daughter's cuntlips. It seemed so impossible that something as dreadful as this was happening. She stopped, unable to go any further.
'I… can't,' Christine said.
'Sure you can. No problem,' Ed told her.
With that, the woman felt a hand push up against the back of her head, forcing Christine down into the fuzzy bush before her.
Christine stirred, her asscheeks sliding forward on the puddle of cooling cuntal juices. Her head tilted back while her lips parted, emitting a quiet sigh that sent shivers up and down Ed and Brad's spines.
'Lick it!' Brad demanded.
The smell became stronger as Christine did as she was told. Her head dropped down a few more inches, her nostrils flaring from the few hairs stretching out toward her face. Licking her own daughter's cunt. She had never done anything like this before. Christine smiled. Of course, she had never done anything like this before, but she found it all pleasing.
Another soft cry from her daughter. Yes, Anna felt those lips brushing over her pussy hairs. The girl stirred once more, her right hand dropping into her lap while her eyelids fluttered. Christine lowered her head a little more, her tongue drawing along the swollen outer edge of her daughter's cuntlips.
'Mmmmmm…' Anna moaned.
'Nice to see a family together like that,' Brad mocked.
'Ohhhhh.' Anna writhed a little.
It was horrible and yet somehow wonderful hearing her daughter's moaning gasp above her. Gently, softly, the woman began licking her way in and out of Anna's cunt. The girl stiffened, twisting in the thongs as she peered down and saw what was happening.
'No, no…' Anna protested weakly.
'It's alright, darling. We don't have a choice, do we?' Christine said, sliding her hands around the plump yet firm cheeks of her daughter's tensing ass.
'But…'
Anna began to get up from the chair. But the restraints held, her firmly in place. Her knees jerked toward one another, but her legs still remained apart. Christine moved her right hand up, massaging the young girl's hot little cunt again and again.
'Come on, let's get 'em down on the floor. I think this one's hot enough to let go,' Ed said, reaching over Anna's left shoulder and releasing the wrists straps.
In a moment Christine found her and her daughter back on that awful pile of rags, the young girls trembling pussy poised over her. They were in a sixty-nine position, Ed and Brad standing to one side. Brad raised one foot, pressing his boot heel against Anna's back and shoving down. In a flash, Christine found her daughter's pussy shoved down hard against her lips. The curly cunthairs tickled her nostrils while the slick flesh actually moved against her lips and front teeth. Anna cried out, tried squirming away, then gave up as Brad shoved down once more, threatening to break hef back if she tried to squirm away from her mother's mouth.
Christine let out a shuddering moan, then began flicking her tongue in and out of her daughter's cunt. In a moment she felt the same licking sensation, the same kind of tonguing around the base of her hardening little clit. How good it was! Spreading her legs farther apart she felt her asscheeks squirming in the heap of rags. As she moaned, Christine reached up, using her fingers to pull the tender pussylips gently apart above her flicking her tongue in and out, she found her daughter's tongue doing the same thing. She could feel Anna panting into her pussy, feel her nose pressing up against her clit! Her tiny sex spindle popped out, throbbing and hard and wanting to be touched again and again!
The two women held tightly onto one another, their bodies bumping, hips rubbing against chins and cheeks, while tongues fucking into cunt.
'Come on, man, they're hot enough to fuck,' Brad said.
Christine felt a pair of hands settling on her shoulders, pulling her away from her daughter and dragging her back toward the water heater. It was Ed, his prick straight out, wagging in her face. Anna was screaming from behind. Brad was on top of her, hitting her hard across the face with the back of one hand, his knees painfully pressing down on her upper arms. He was saying something about sucking prick. Yes, he was going to make her daughter lick his cock before fucking the young girl's cunt.
'No, oh, no, I won't!' Anna yelled.
There was another slap, then the quavering cry of the young girl.
'All the way, baby, all the way down your fuckin' throat!' Brad growled.
Christine watched in horror as Brad's fat cock slipped between her daughter's lips. Anna was still sobbing, but her cries were now muffled by that long thick cock. Tears stained the sides of her face while Brad grunted like an animal, feeding her more and more of his hot prickmeat.
'Now for you,' Ed said.
Ed shoved her down hard to the floor, the back of her head striking the concrete. Dazed and naked, Christine was about to let Ed fuck her when she heard Anna cry out once more.
'No, oh no, you're hurting me! Mama, Mama, he's hurting me!' she yelled.
The cry moved Christine into action. Pushing Ed off, Christine scrambled to all fours, her tits hanging from her chest and jiggling rapidly while she moved toward her daughter and Brad. God! It looked as if he were about to fuck her in the ass! Anna had been flipped around, her legs spread out while her ass was tilted high in the air. Brad was kneeling behind her, spitting on his palm and wetting down his fat prickhead.
'Get away from her!'
Christine threw herself onto the elder Rudd brother with the fury of an animal, clawing his neck and face while trying to pull him back.
'Get the slut off me!' he cried, knocking Christine back with one savage blow.
Grunting, the woman tumbled back like a snowball, finding herself caught in the arms of Ed Rudd.
'Come on, bitch, we got some catchin' up to do.'
'No, no!'
Anna continued to scream. But now Christine had other problems on her mind. Ed flung her back to the floor, grabbed a yard stick leaning against the nearby water heater, then kicked her around until she was on her belly. Still feeling the blow of the boot against her left side, Christine felt another, sharper blow. It was the yardstick, swishing up, then wooshing down in a broad arc, slapping cruelly across the lower, softer part of Christine's buttocks. Before Christine had a chance to cry out, a second blow came, then a third, making her scream with agony.
'Agghghhhhh.'
'Open those legs, baby!' Ed demanded.
When she refused, Ed kicked them apart, bringing the yardstick down with a vicious slash that curled it around one cheek, then finally brought it down hard around her pussy. Christine let out another sharp cry of agony, snapping back her head and writhing her body like a snake over the dirty basement floor. She kicked out one leg frantically as if to rid herself of the pain. Ed changed sides and, with an equal skill, repeated the last blow. With the last beating stroke, Ed didn't touch her asscheeks at all but struck upward inside the thigh. Christine shrieked with agony, going into tremendous gyrations of pain.
'Now, you ain't gonna gimme no problem,' Ed said, throwing the yardstick away with a clatter.
The rest was a sad conclusion to a terrible nightmare. Ed was on top of her the way Brad was on top of her daughter. In the background she could hear Anna's grunts, her fading cries as that animal fucked her daughter's
