Stephanie Connors, her husband Matt, and their daughter Bella were moving into a new house. They were moving about 50 miles to a town southwest of their previous town. It happened fast, and was very motivated by Matt’s new job. It was a very nice upgrade for him with his new company. It meant more money, a better job status.

The house would be a bargain, they won a bid on a foreclosure. It was similar to their previous house, with some differences. Now as thrilled as Matt was, the women in his family weren’t as excited. Stephanie, 42 years old, was a junior high English teacher at the local school. Bella, an 18 year old high school senior, and was very unhappy about having to switch schools. She was a budding star basketball player. She stood 5 foot 11. She had just had her birthday on moving day.

To Matt’s relief the new school district they were moving to had an opening that Stephanie could fill immediately. It was a godsend. Stephanie was very happy. But Bella was not pleased, happy, or ready to put on a pleasant face. As her parents knew she could be difficult to deal with. Bella was intelligent, very talented at basketball, a college scholarship very much in her future, but could be a real pain to deal with. Her parents knew it, in fact, Stephanie referred to her, at most frustrating times, as a “bitch” to Matt. But she just couldn’t call out Bella using that term, she loved Bella too much. But boy could Bella push Stephanie’s buttons.

Bella was having a difficult time fitting in at her new high school. Part was her height, some was being an athlete, and the ever popular cliques. She told her parents her problems, but got “hang in there.” Bella went off with a pout and hands in the air. Matt reassured Stephanie to just give Bella more time. Basketball season was coming and that was where Matt loved watching her play. Stephanie was the nervous mom watching games.

The 5 foot 7 Stephanie, 42 years old, was working extra hours at school to catch up. She was giving up her morning jogs to get to school early. She missed running. Stephanie enjoyed keeping her first class legs in perfect shape. Her legs were her best body asset. She did have a slightly bigger pair of butt cheeks, counteracted by a pair of breasts the size of average oranges. She wore her brown hair short, mid ear, with bangs, that were colored blonde. Stephanie wore black rimmed glasses, that gave her an image of being shy, reserved, or even the girl next door.

Bella got her height from her father who was 6 foot 6. She had dark brown hair, that she let grow long. It was naturally a bit wavy, and Bella liked that style. Her hair hung past her shoulders and to her shoulder blades in the back. Bella had very long, beautiful, legs, and a butt that was sculpting into one her mom would be jealous of, round and full! Like her butt Bella’s chest was expanding, she has just grown into a 34B bra. Her mother wore a 32B. Bella loved being tall, and she had two full lips. If forced to be honest, a majority of males asked would take Bella’s body over Stephanie.

Another issue between Stephanie and Bella was her interest in boys. Stephanie wasn’t ready for her daughters interest in boys, though she knew it was coming and natural. The boys her age and older were very much interested in Bella. Stephanie had talked to Bella in junior high about sex education, but nothing lately. Bella had dated, nothing serious, and been out with a handful of guys.

Matt was leaving on his first week long business trip. Stephanie knew this was a part of his new career and didn’t particularly like it, but she had no say in it. Dealing with Bella was part of that concern.

Matt left on a Sunday afternoon. He was going to Japan. He’d be out of cell phone range for a few days. They had a Sunday lunch together and Stephanie, who’d been very busy the last month, took a good look at Bella. She realized every part of Bella’s body had developed. She was beautiful, had a terrific body, yet, still brought that snippy attitude out whenever she needed it. Bella knew how to get new clothes, electronics or most anything by playing her dad. Because of basketball she was “daddy’s girl.”

Later that night, after Matt was on the plane, Bella dropped the following on her mother. Bella informed Stephanie she had arranged a meeting with a traveling hoops coach for spring and summer ball. It was on Monday at 1:00 PM. Stephanie was upset, to say the least. How did Bella intend to get to this meeting an hour away?

Bella, “mom, well you, of course.” A silent, unseen gesture of Duh was given by Bella.

Stephanie, “what, you know I can’t take time off of school. This is a new school, I don’t have days to use. What were you thinking, Bella?”

Bella, “dad would take me, and I really need to be on THIS team. You want me to get a scholarship to college right? This is REALLY important.”

Stephanie stewed, knowing Matt probably would take Bella’s side. The conversation ended, Bella going to her room to Snapchat, go on Instagram, chatting with girlfriends and boys Stephanie had no idea about, college boys, upperclassmen in high school. Also some things she chatted about and posted were very sexually inappropriate! Using words and phrases her mother would be “over the top” angry with her about.

Later that evening Stephanie knocked on Bella’s door, and as Bella logged off her social media, Stephanie entered. Stephanie told Bella she would pick her up at the high school and take an unpaid day from her teaching job. They talked out the situation, both explaining their side of the situation. In the end they hugged. Bella did truly love her mom, it was just hard as Bella’s mind, interests and body was changing. It was boys, basketball, and exploring her knowledge of sex, not necessarily in that order.

Stephanie left early each day for school, before Bella would leave to catch the bus at the end of the street. Stephanie had called her principal Sunday night and cleared it with him.

Stephanie was dressed nicely, as she did most days, she felt it was appropriate. She was wearing a dark blue skirt, which zipped and buttoned on the left side, and the hem ended 2 inches above her knees. Hanging over the waist of her skirt was a cream colored pullover sweater. Like most days Stephanie’s boobs didn’t push through the material very far. Still she looked very attractive standing in her black shiny pumps, with 2 ⅜ inch heels. As she gathered her briefcase and car keys she put on her white drop earrings, with small globes hanging down from her earlobes.

It was a mild day, low 60’s was predicted. Bella knew just what to wear. This would get some attention from the guys at school., not that she needed to try. She was fairly sure she would not be in violation of school dress code. She giggled as she got dressed.

Bella would be wearing a white sundress, that had thin shoulder straps. Underneath she wore a white strapless bra, that hooked in the back. The dress had a flirty bottom to it, the hem ended just above her knees. The neckline covered all that needed to be covered, but it sure left the impression there was more to be found under that dress! She wore no hose, but did have on white bikini type undies. She rarely wore heels, as she was even height, or towered over kids her age, Bella decided to wear a pair of white pumps with 2 inch heels. She put on a long dark blue necklace that hung to her breasts. It was meant to draw eyes to her chest. A pair of silver hoop earrings finished her outfit. Mom wouldn’t like it, but, “what the fuck,” Bella thought. Butting heads with her mom was actually fun., sometimes. She threw on a blue Jean colored jacket, left unbuttoned, just to be covered up for school rules. But ANY chance to remove it during the day, she would.

The looks she drew from the bus stop to entering the school, and in class made her day. She was getting heads to turn. It was all she hoped for. The boys would try to form a circle around Bella in the hallways to not allow teachers or administrators to see her dress. She was NOt out of compliance with the school dress code, but it was damn close.

Stephanie had called the high school from her school to excuse Bella and that she would pick her up. Stephanie taught her first hour class, helped out her sub for a few minutes of the next class, then signed out and went to pickup Bella. It was a 15 minute drive to the high school. Stephanie told herself to keep cool and have a pleasant day with Bella, no arguments or butting heads. She parked and went inside to sign Bella out.

All the telling herself to enjoy the day that went out the window when she saw how her daughter was dressed. Bella could tell by the look on her mother’s face, but Stephanie bit her pouty bottom lip and said nothing as the pair walked to the car.

Both Stephanie and Bella knew an argument was coming. Yet, Stephanie realized how beautiful her daughter had become, like in a blink of an eye. Stephanie had been so busy she’d failed to see Bella turning into a pretty young woman, her little girl was a young woman!

But those thoughts didn’t prevent Stephanie from still being angry with Bella. They got into the car, and Bella knew her mom was “pissed off.” They drove out of the school lot, without any words spoken.

Finally, Stephanie spoke, “Is this how you dress for school everyday?”

Bella opened her mouth to protest, but her mother wasn’t done yet.

“Do I need to go back to doing a check of your clothes before you leave every morning? I can’t believe you dressed like this today? Why, honey, I think you look like a ………”

Stephanie caught herself in mid sentence. She wasn’t even sure what word was going to come out of her mouth.

What Bella said next shook her mother, “A slut mom, is that what you wanted to say?”

Stephanie gripped the steering wheel hard with both hands, whiteknucked.

“No, Bella, no I wasn’t going to use that word.”

“Jeez, mom, you just don’t understand anything, do you? I’m not one of those sluts, but maybe ………”

It was Bella’s turn to stop in mid sentence.

They both looked at each other wondering how far this was going to go. Stephanie was scared of what more her baby girl would say.

Bella did have respect for her mom, yet, her dad was her favorite. But she needed to keep a relationship with her mother. She’d already pushed it too far in the last 5 minutes.

The conversation ended, the silence was deafening.

Then Stephanie asked which way she was going to this basketball meeting.

“I forgot the directions at home, mom …………….I’m sorry.”

Stephanie turned her head back to the road, before saying, “that’s okay Bella, I should probably use the bathroom before we head there.”

Bella looked at her mom and giggled, breaking the tension in the car. It was a standing joke that Stephanie always wanted/needed to use a bathroom before any car ride.

Stephanie giggled back and reached out to touch Bella’s wavy brown hair. Both smiled at each other.

They were 15 minutes from home.

Back at their new home a burglary was in process. Two men in a box truck parked across the street from the home. It was a very non descript truck. They let themselves inside with a key that was provided by the girlfriend of one of the men. She worked at the real estate company that the Connor’s had bought the house from. She made copies of house keys before the keys were turned over to the new owners.

Her boyfriend and his buddy would then use the key to rob the house. They had pulled this caper off several times already. They used the strategy that being new in the neighborhood no one would question them. They actually would pretend to take empty boxes inside, while carrying out what they wanted.

The two of them had arrived just after 9 AM and were busy “trading” out what they wanted with crap that was broken. It was a great scheme, at least for as long as they could get away with it.

They were unaware of the “prized merchandise” coming their way!

The two men, rummaged trough the Conner’s house, tossing items of value in a green, duffel bag. The larger, heavyset man was Etan. He had a bit of a belly, with short black hair and eyes to match. Etan was in his 40’s. His partner was Rod. Rod was younger, about 35. While smaller in frame, Rod was muscular and athletic, with short, brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. The blue eyes gave more of a frightening look than handsomeness. Etan’s look was just mean, with a constant snarl.

While sorting through the family’s belongings, Rod spied a photo of the family. The photo was taken about a year ago, on some beach.

“Hey, look at this,” Rod said, showing the photo to Etan. He especially meant the two women; One was apparently the mother, while the younger one had to be a daughter. “I could fuck those two,” Rod added.

Etan admired the photo. It made his cock hard as well. He could imagine his dick dipping into either one of the bikini-clad, dolls. “Get your head back to business, Rod. We don’t have all day.”

“I’m not so sure about that, Etan; I just saw an itinerary on the coffee table, that puts Daddy in Japan for quite some time.”

“Japan? Well, anyway, we don’t want to be caught here,” Etan replied.

Just as Etan spoke, the men heard a car pull into the driveway. “Shit!” Etan said.

Rod went to the window and peered through the curtain. “Just hold that thought, Good Buddy. Look who’s coming up the drive.”

Etan went over and glanced out the kitchen window. “You Lucky Bastard,” He replied. Two women were exiting the vehicle; Not just any two women, but the two from the photo. Etan still held it in his hand. He glanced to the photo and back again. Sure enough, Mommy and daughter. He slid up behind a wall. “I’ll grab the first one that comes in, you grab the second,” he told Rod.

A key rattled in the lock, then a woman entered. She was older, with short, brown hair, blonde bangs, and black librarian, glasses. The woman was wearing a dark blue skirt, and a cream colored pullover sweater. Her black shiny pumps clicked on the hardwood floor. Etan quickly snatched the woman and drug her silently into the living room. His large hand muffled her surprised scream.

Stephanie watched helplessly, as her daughter, Bella, entered behind her. Another man quickly pulled the young girl into his arms and kicked the door closed. The lock of the security latch from inside sent a shiver of fear through her body. Suddenly the house seemed deadly quiet, as both mother and daughter shared fearful glances.

Struggling in the large man’s arms, Stephanie saw the younger man pull a knife. He held the blade close to Bella’s cheek. Etan took her chin and held her face towards Bella. “I’m going to remove my hand, and you are going to answer some questions. Any quick movements or screams and she gets hurt. Got it?” Stephanie nodded her head.

“Please,” Stephanie pleaded.

“Just Hush. I ask the fucking questions. You answer,” Etan instructed.

“Yes,” Stephanie replied.

“Is that your daughter?”

“Y…Yes.”

“What is her name, and how old is she?”

“B…Bella. She is eight … eighteen, please,” Stephanie stuttered.

"How about you?”

Stephanie hesitated, the last thing pig she wanted to do was tell them her age, or anything else, about either of them. She realized she had already said too much.

“I’m 42,” she finally let out, fearing what might happen if she didn’t answer.

"Not bad for 42, though you don’t have much chest, do you?” Etan remarked, squeezing a breast over the sweater. “Do you have any cash? How much and where?”

Stephanie looked to Bella and wisely spoke up; “There is $200.00 in my purse. That is all I have. Please take it and go. We won’t tell a sole. I promise.”

“Excellent, Cunt. You’re learning,” Etan said. “We will have time to get that later. Now. Mommy, we are going to go farther in the living room. I’m going to sit in the recliner, Bella and my friend will take the couch, and you will stand in front of us.” The women were forced farther into the room and Etan sat in the chair. “Ah, this is nice. Do you have beer?”

“Umm, Yes, in the kitchen,” Stephanie replied looking at the large man, then back to the frightened, Bella on the couch. The man with the scary blue eyes held her daughter tightly. His knife still trailed across the flesh of her cheek.

“Go get us one. We’ll wait. Don’t get any ideas, now,” he warned, glancing towards the couch.

On trembling legs, Stephanie went to the fridge, Etan watched her ass, and thick calves walk away. She retrieved two cold beers, and brought them back.

“Now, that’s a good wife,” Etan smiled, lifting his beer in a toast to his friend.

“Please, just take what you want and go. My husband will be home soon. You don’t want him to find you here,” Stephanie sobbed.

Now, now, Honey, you don’t want to start us of on the wrong foot with a lie, do you? Matt will be in Japan for a full a while. We have a lot of time to get to know each other. Maybe we should get to know Bella first. Maybe she’ll be more welcoming?"

Stephanie’s heart sank at their knowledge of Matt’s plans. It took her by surprise. She stood stunned.

“Good, now that everything is in the clear, and you want Bella left alone, how about you take off that sweater? It’s not that fucking cold in here.”

Rod moved his arm around Bella, as if they were best friends. He moved one of her hands to his crotch and kept it there. “Don’t you say a word,” he warned stroking her cheek with the blade.

Eyes wide and frightened, Stephanie lifted the bottom of the cream colored sweater and pulled it over her head. She stood there wrapping her arms around her bra covered boobs.

“The bra too, Baby,” Etan motioned.

“Please, not with my daughter here,” Stephanie stammered.

“You’d rather I put her up here. You’re making me angry.”

Stephanie’s white bra hooked in the front. She had to release the catch, allowing it to drop free, then pull it from her arms. The small, the Orange, fruit sized, breasts were surprisingly pert for her age.

“Isn’t that better. See, you do have a bit of something there; Just A bit,” Etan snickered. “Come here.”

Reluctantly, Stephanie came toward the man, allowing him to reach out and caress her breasts. Her small nipples hardened in response. She hoped her daughter could not tell.

“Now, Release my pants and take out my cock,” Etan ordered her. She froze in shock. Etan motioned to Rod: “Take off her top.”

“No!' Stephanie screamed, ’I’ll do it.”

“Too late,” Etan replied.

Rod quickly used the knife to cut away the two thin shoulder straps of Bella’s sundress. It fell to her waist, exposing her sweet, 34B breasts, encased in her white, strapless, bra. She tried to cover with her arms. Rod shot them back down, placing her one hand back on his crotch. Both men watched with watering mouths, as Rod unhooked the catch at the rear of the bra. It came flittering loose, exposing her swell of pert, female flesh. Bella’s nipples were bright pink and swollen, above a quarter shaped, areola.

"Nice,' Etan remarked, ’Now, Mom, should we see more of your daughter, or are you going to fish out my hard cock? It is hungry for your mouth!”

Stephanie’s trembling, fingers quickly unbuckled Etan’s pants and fumbled with his zipper and underwear. An eight inch, super thick, circumcised, cock, and hairy balls bounced out. Taking his free hand, he placed it on the top of Stephanie’s head, and pushed her to her knees. Etan could see the reflection of his thick cap in her Librarian glasses.

“Now, sexy mommy, YOU will show your daughter just how to suck cock. I’m sure you have done that before?” Etan questioned. Stephanie nodded her head, and said softly, ‘Yes.’. “I can’t hear you!” Etan added.

“Y..Yes,” Stephanie said, as if not wanting her daughter to hear.

“Louder, Slut!”

“Yes, Damn you!” she spat back.

“Good, then don’t make me tell you how..and don’t you forget to lick my balls. I like that.”

Stephanie hated this man, but she knew better than make him mad. His balls were hidden beneath the slab of his beer gut. She had to fish them out with both hands. He smelled of piss and musk. Licking one of his balls, she gagged at its flavor. Etan just smiled and took a sip of his cold beer. Stephanie’s husband enjoyed her blowjobs. She took pride in her skills. Hoping he would cum, and they would just leave, she worked her best.

On the couch, Bella had to put up with the man caressing and pinching her tits. She could feel his hard cock, shifting beneath her hand. Bella was not as innocent, as her mother had thought. She had been with four boys before, but they were boys, not near as large as the thing that shifted beneath her palm. Indeed, as she noticed, her mother was some cocksucker. Bella herself had never gotten that far; She thought it was disgusting. However, the large man on the chair seemed to enjoy her mother’s mouth. Bella watched, as her mother’s head bobbed up and down in his lap. The man downed his beer then took her mother’s head with both hands. Bella heard her mother gag, and she saw her keels kick up and down, in a most sexy way, her hands pounding on the man’s thighs. Bella, in some strange way found her mother being fucked in her mouth, a bit of payback for always getting her a hard time, like her dress today.

Bella made a move to jump up, but the other man jerked her right back down. “My God! He’s chocking her! He’s choking her! Let her go!” Suddenly Bella realized her mom was having a very difficult time.

“Shut up, Little Girl, She can take it. She’s a big girl,” Rod answered. “How about you, Little Girl?' Rod added, squeezing a naked breast, You suck a good dick?”

“You’re fucking sick.” Bella shot back.

Etan rose his ass from the chair, and drove his hips to Stephanie’s face. “Oh, God, Yea! Ahhh!” His cock exploded right down Stephanie’s throat. He loved the way her brown eyes bulged. They looked even larger behind the lenses of her black glasses.

The hot cum just kept cumming and cumming. It spilled from Stephanie’s mouth and some even shot from her nose. “Come on now, Slut; Swallow it. Swallow it,” Etan groaned. At last he was spent and pushed her back. There was still a long, string of cum that hung from Stephanie’s bottom lip to Ethan’s cock! With a kick, she fell sprawling to the floor, legs spread. He caught a glimpse of her black bikini panties and nude hose.

“Now, go get me another beer,” Etan ordered.

“Look, you’ve had your fun. Just take the money and go,” Stephanie pleaded.

“Ok, Momma, just for that, loose the skirt.”

“W…What? No. I won’t do that,” Stephanie cried out.

“OK, Rod, have Little Girl, suck your cock,” Etan said.

Rod wasted no time in shucking his pants, and pulling his impressive 9 inch shaft from his pants. Bella and Stephanie stared in shock at the cock. It was just as hard and muscular as the man. Thick veins danced around its flesh. He took Bella’s curly hair in his hand and jerked her head down to his shaft.

“No, Momma! Help!” Bella screamed, suddenly she needed her mothers help.

“Stop, Please. I will do what you say. I’ll do anything,” Stephanie sobbed.

Etan held up his hand. Rod stopped,but still held Bella’s face inches from his shaft. She could smell its musky aroma. Rod knew that Etan was toying with both women, but he loved it as well. Etan held his open hand to Stephanie. “The skirt?”

Stephanie’s hand went to her skirt. It both buttoned and zipped from the side. She unbuttoned and slid the zipper down the side, Allowing the skirt to drop to her feet. Rod stared at her rear while Etan savored her front. Nude hose ran up her runner’s legs to the top of her thighs, ending with a little nude lace. Tight, black, bikini panties curved along her meaty hips.

“Nice, full, round ass,” Rod remarked. “I want to fuck your mamma’s phat ass,” he remarked to Bella.

“You’re so fucking sick,” Bella commented.

Etan motioned for Stephanie to spin around. “Yep, She’s definitely going to give up that ass. Ok, Steph, go to the kitchen and get that beer. I want to see how that ass moves in those heels.”

Stephanie could feel their eyes follow her as she moved. She was so humiliated. When she came back to the living room, Rod was slapping his hard cock against Bella’s cheek.

"W..What are you doing? Stop that. I said…"Stephanie blurted out.

Etan stood, then caught Rod’s knife, as it was tossed his way. Having already removed his pants and shirt, Etan stood naked behind Stephanie. Using his free hand, he took the beer from Stephanie. Bella watched in fear, as Etan stroked the blade across the flesh of her mother’s breasts. “Now, Steph, your daughter is going to show us what she learned from you. Aren’t you, Darling?” He traced the tip of the blade arond Stephanie’s right breast drawing a little blood.

“I’ll do it. Don’t hurt her, Please,” Bella shouted.

“Bella, No! You don’t have…” Stephanie shouted back. Her words were cut off, as the blade was brought to her neck.

Etan whispered in her ear: “Hush. Don’t say a word, and you may both get out alive. You would not want us to tie you up, and carve your daughter up on the kitchen counter, while you watch, Cunt.”

Stephanie shut up, and let the man press his loins into her firm ass. She could do nothing now, but watch her precious, innocent, daughter, make love to a man’s cock, just as she had done.

Rod used his hands in Bella’s hair to guide her lips where he wanted. He lifted his cock, telling her to lick and suck his balls. After that, he tuned her head and pressed his damp cap into her young lips. “Mmm, That’s it, Girl. Lick it. Lick the tip. Taste that cum. Oh, yes, lick down the shaft. Like that, Yes.” Rod looked over at Stephanie. Etan was lightly running the steel blade up and down, between her belly and Orange shaped, breasts. “Your daughter has a warm mouth, Mom,” he teased. He spread his legs wider, giving Stephanie a clear view of his large, swollen balls, then pushed his shaft back into Bella’s lips. “Now suck, baby. Up and down. Get deeper each time. I want to feel that tight throat.”

The cock was getting too deep. Bella pushed up on Rod’s thighs in panic. She could not get off though. Rod still held her hair in his firm grip, pressing her face downwards. She gagged, her spit rolling down his long shaft.

“Oh, yea. Take it. Take all of that cock, Sweetheart,” Rod moaned.

Etan set his beer down on an end table, and he slipped a thick finger under the waistband of her black bikini panties. His hard cock poked into the crease of her ass, and his fingers spread her folds.

“No,” Stephanie whimpered as his finger found her clit. A gasp escaped her lips when the rough pad circled her bud.

“You know you are a hot slut,' Etan told her, a real MILF, aren’t you?” Stephanie had never ever thought of herself as one of those. ’You’re getting wet watching your little daughter suck that cock. I think you don’t want these panties on.” The knife slipped into one side of her panties and sliced through.

“Please, no,” she squealed, but the panties fell away, leaving his naked cock right against her thick, bare ass. It slipped beneath her and the tip pocked out from between her thighs. Stephanie pressed her thighs together to keep out the shaft, but it only made him groan. The cock stroked between her warm thighs, brushing across her swelling folds, while his finger still stroked her clit. She could hear her little girl, choke and gag on Rod’s penis, but was helpless to intervene. Bella’s naked breasts swung below, the hard tips of her nipples brushing Rod’s thigh.

Rod began to pant, lifting his ass and jerking Bella’s face down over his cock. “Oh, yes, Baby, yes,” he groaned. Suddenly, he twitched and the first jet of hot cum flooded Bell’a mouth. Like her mother, she could not escape the flood of cum. Rod held her tight to his crotch, screaming at her to swallow his load. She choked it down, feeling the thick, warm, wads slip down to her belly like a raw oyster.

After like forever, Rod jerked Bella of his cock. Still holding her curly hair, he pinned the back of her head to the couch. She still coughed, cum dripping from her pert lips. “You left some. Lick it off,” he ordered. Reluctantly, her tongue came out to erotically lap the residue from her lips. When she looked up, her mother was humping back to the large man behind her. The tip of his cock was drilling between her thighs. Stephanie’s mouth as open in an almost look of pleasure.

“Mother! Mother!” Bella squealed. “Let us go, Please. I have a meeting with a coach. I…I can’t miss it,” she pleaded with Rod.

‘Still,’ Stephanie thought, ‘Bella is still all about herself.’

Bella saw her chance and jumped from the couch, making a mad dash for the door, bare breasts jiggling as she ran. Etan was first to see. He pushed Stephanie towards his friend on the couch, and went for Bella. Etan slammed into Bella, ramming her into the living room wall, sending family photos crashing to the floor.

“Fucking bitch!” he hissed grabbing her by the long hair. He began dragging her to the kitchen. “You made your mom kick over my fucking beer, Cunt!”

“No!” Stephanie screamed from the distance, as he slammed Bella over the kitchen island.

Etan opened the fridge door, searching for another beer. His eyes struck upon something else; An almost full, bottle of vodka in the kitchen door. “You were holding out on me, Steph,' he called, ’You didn’t tell me about the hard liquor.” Etan snatched the bottle and set it on the counter. Taking Bella’s hair, he drug her up and over the island. She kicked and squirmed, but he held her there, on her back. Bella’s pert breasts rose to the air. She was drug across the counter, till her head hung from one end. “I guess I’m going to have to calm you down, Sweetheart,” Etan said. Picking up the vodka, he used his teeth to release the cap. First he took a swig, then he tipped it over Bell’s mouth. The glass chipped her tooth before slipping into her throat. “Suck this, Slut!” Etan remarked.

Bella gagged and sputtered, as the harsh alcohol poured down her throat. It burned like Hell. She was forced to either swallow or drown. The warmth of the vodka soon filled her belly. Etan loved the way her little throat bobbed, as she swallowed. When he lifted the bottle, Bella fell into a coughing fit.

“More?” Etan asked and shoved the bottle back in. Almost half the bottle was gone, when he pulled it away and took a swig of his own. He placed the bottle on the counter and jerked Bella back down. Her head swam, and her sight was blurry. Bending her over the island, he pressed her naked breasts into the cold counter. Her sundress was lifted and the white, bikini panties she wore beneath were ripped down. A bare hand caressed the soft flesh of her round, full, ass. She jumped, as the hand slapped her exposed cheeks. “You’re a bad girl, Bella. You know what happens to bad girls?”

“P…Please,” she squeaked, as two thick, fingers explored the flesh of her young, cunt.

“Your daughter’s pretty tight, Steph, but I don’t think she’s a virgin,” Etan remarked. He wished he could have captured that look on the mother’s face. Bella dropped her head to the counter and closed her eyes in shame. The fingers began to push into her and open her up. In her drunkenness, she moaned. “Bad girls get fucked,” Etan stated.

Something thick and hard speared into Bella from behind. She heard her mother scream,“No!”. The man’s fingers curled into her hair and painfully yanked her head back. Suddenly she was face to face with her mother and Rod on the couch. Their eyes burned into her flesh as the alcohol did. Etan’s thick cock tore through her small cunt. She groaned, as it battered her sex.

“Your cunt is going to pay, Little Whore,” Etan sparked. He grunted loudly each time he slammed his cock forward. His beer gut slapped against Bella’s naked ass.

“How is the Bitch?” Rod asked.

“Tight as shit, but she’s lubing up. I’m sure her little boyfriends don’t have a dick like mine. Her pussy loves it.”

Rod pushed Stephanie face down on the couch. She could still see her daughter over its arm. Rod lie over her back, his stiff cock poking into her naked buttocks. She could feel it hardening even more. Even in the tussle, her glasses remained on her face. It just gave her a clearer view of her daughter’s rape.

“Oh, there’s that phat ass,” Rod hissed in Stephanie’s ear. He ground it into her backside. Reaching around, he painfully pulled at a nipple. “Reach back here, Whore and spread your butt cheeks. I want to feel that hole.”

Stephanie protested a few times , but her nipple was convincingly yanked. As she spread her own cheeks apart, Rod licked a finger and pressed it to her ring. Stephanie had experienced anal sex but only once. It had been too painful; Even when drunk. This time she was dry, except for the slight spit on Rod’s finger. His voice made her sick.

“Yea, that’s it. Let it in there. Feel that finger. You’re tight for an old lady. You don’t take it up the ass much; Do you? Hubby got small cock? He’s probably having the time of his life, fucking those little, Japanese ladies right now. They probably make him feel big. Wouldn’t he like to know Mamma and Daughter are getting some strange dick? Maybe we’ll call him later; Let him hear you squeal and beg for more cock. Now you keep that ass spread for my hot dick, Baby.”

“No! No! Please, it hurts. You are too big. I can’t…Agh! Agh! Oh, God, stop!” Stephanie squealed. Rod’s 9 inch, muscular cock ripped into her hole. It burned and stung her dry tissue. Stephanie’s struggling only helped work it in. His hard cock slapped against her rump, pressing her cunt into the cushions. He retook her hands and pinned them at her lower back.

Back on the island, Bella groaned in pain. The heavier man’s body pinched her hips against the counter. Her hair hurt, as he puled at its roots. The thick shaft ripped and tore at her tender interior walls. He was brutal, unforgiving with his thrusts, as if taking out a lifetime of pain on her body. Still, Etan was quick. He had needed release. Finally, he ground his belly into Bella’s ass, and howled, sending his seed deep into her defenseless, womb. By the time she realized the warmth spreading within her body, it was too late. “No, You couldn’t,” she whimpered.

“Oh, yes, Baby Girl. Feel my cum. Get used to it, Whore,” Etan remarked right into her ear. He lifted her head from the counter but kept her back pinned to his chest, allowing more cum to jet into her flesh, while he fondled her bare breasts. Etan smiled at his partner, fucking the shit out of the mother’s ass. ’I’ll have to try that too,' he thought. When he pulled his shaft from the girl’s wounded cunt, blood and cum trailed down her inner thigh. Etan marched Bella back into the living room, where he sat in the chair, making her stand before him. “Pull that dress off. You apparently don’t need it,” he commanded.

Sobbing, Bella pulled the white sundress over her head, leaving her treading in only the white, 2 inch pumps. The dark blue necklace dangled between her bare cleavage. Cum still trailed down her thighs. Behind her, the sounds of Rod’s pleasure grew. He huffed and puffed, spitting out vile words to her mother. At last he groaned, emptying his cock into Stephanie’s warm bowels.

“Ah, that was sweet,” Rod remarked, slapping Stephanie’s ass cheek. “Ok, Mamma, get your lazy ass up and bring me another beer. Don’t just lie there savoring my cum.”

Stephanie embarrassingly lifted herself from the couch, whispering at her naked daughter on the way to the kitchen: “I’m sorry, Baby.”

Belly saw the dark, cum leaking from her mother’s crack, as she walked. Her heels made it more apparent, thrusting her larger ass out with each wobbly step.

The men finished their refreshments while watching the two women shiver together. a mass of naked, huddling, female flesh.

You know, Rod,' Etan remarked, ’I remember seeing a rather large shower in the master bedroom. I feel kinda dirty. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve had a member of the opposite sex wash my body; Say you? Think there is room for four of us?"

“It might be close, but I’m sure we can make room,” Rod replied.