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Like Mother, Like
Daughter
A tale by Dom
Master...
Chapter
12
Joe escorted mother and
daughter back to the shower room, and instructed them to wash the filth from
each other’s bodies. Of course he
only let them use cold water, but he warmed it up somewhat by directing his own
stream of piss across them. While
Jennifer had yielded to this new form of humiliation, Carla was appalled and
trembled noticeably as his foul urine spayed against her bare skin. She had only a vague idea of what her
daughter had just been through, but knew she would have to forcibly block the
images from her mind for fear of going insane. How could anyone treat another human
being this way?
Joe sighed and moaned as
he relieved himself on the two women.
He purposely hadn’t taken a piss during the assault of the two captives
in order to give the viewing audience a nice, little finale. Grabbing Carla by the back of the neck,
he forced her to her knees under the cold shower spray and shoved his semi-erect
dick against the back of her throat as he squeezed out the remaining bits of his
bitter urine. Carla retched as the
warm liquid ran down her throat and she was forced to swallow.
Jennifer looked on with a
blank stare as her mother finally got just a small taste of what she had been
through. All those men, and even
the one woman, were driven to the height of lust by her mother before mounting
their perverted assault on her. She
could taste her mother’s cum on the many pricks that were forced into her
unwilling mouth, and she felt a hatred building inside. How could she let them do that to her
own daughter? How could she suck
and fuck their cocks hard, knowing they were about to rape
her?
The ride back to Joe’s was
relatively uneventful. Jennifer lay
down with her head in Joe’s lap and his cock deep in her mouth as Carla knelt on
the passenger side floor and lapped at her daughter’s pussy. Joe was in complete control and kept
himself on the verge of orgasm for nearly the entire ride home. The images of little Jenny, drinking all
that piss and cum, played over and over in his head as she sucked him. And he still hadn’t gotten over the rush
of watching mother and daughter perform sex acts on each other. This was the wildest thing he could ever
have imagined.
The bumps and dips of the
rough, gravel road back to his place distracted Joe a bit, and as he shut the
motor off in front of his cabin, he placed Carla’s hand on the back of her
daughter’s head and used it to clutch a handful of Jenny’s hair. He then made Carla force her daughter’s
mouth and throat over his cock at a rapid pace as he arched himself up to meet
her. Jennifer’s nose pounded
against his pubic bone as her mother continued pushing and pulling her head
faster and faster. Carla just
wanted to get this over with, and had mentally begun to black out. She didn’t realize how hard and how fast
she was pumping her little girl’s head.
She didn’t even notice the blood trickling from Jennifer’s nose as Joe
finally covered her hand with his own and pumped his load into her daughter’s
gagging throat. And she hardly
noticed as Joe instructed Jennifer to spit the cum left in her mouth into
hers.
The thick glob of sperm
seemed to hang onto Jennifer’s lip for an eternity before dropping slow-motion
through the air to land against Carla’s outstretched tongue. Jennifer then did as Joe told her, and
covered her mother’s mouth with her own as she chased the cum around their
mouths with the tip of her tongue.
Carla finally began to come out of her stupor, and swallowed the thick
fluid down in order to end this charade.
Joe sat back in amazement as mother and daughter engaged in a deep,
French kiss, sharing his spunk.
Selling them off to a bunch of Arabs was going to be tough.
To be continued …
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