Paul Mathews was having a good afternoon. He was a slight man in his mid fourties with graying hair about 5 foot 5 tall with the features of a weasel. You would not look at him and feel you could trust him. That’s probably why he had so few friends. But then considering what Paul did for a living, that’s probably just as well. Paul was a house breaker. One of the best in fact. He carried only two tools with him. One was a small, but strong screwdriver. The other was a small automatic pistol that he kept tucked into a pocket halfway down the leg of his jeans.

He always worked during the day. The prospect of wandering around some ones house while they slept upstairs just seemed like too much hard work to him. Especially when you consider that nearly all the houses in the areas he chose to work in were owned by couples who were both forced to work to make ends meet.  He always chose the big houses in any area as these usually had conservatories attached. They had usually been added later, so were not normally connected to the main alarm systems. Once inside the property he could easily disarm the system and then just cruise the building at his own pace.

The house he was in now was typical of his targets. It stood at the end of a posh cul-de-sac so the back garden was not over looked by any other house. Its fake half timbered frontage housed four bedrooms and at least two bathrooms. The large downstairs was divided into a lounge, a dining room and an enormous kitchen. He wandered into the dining room and began to pick the items he was going to steal. He knew the best policy was to be choosy because there was only so much he could carry. After lifting various small ornaments and carefully putting them in his shoulder bag, he moved in into the hallway and up the stairs.

Once on the landing he, glanced around into the various bedrooms. He quickly recognised the master bedroom and elegantly slipped through the open door.

The next room he room entered was obviously that of a teenage girl. The walls were covered in posters of pretty young male actors and pop stars and the colour scheme was an over powering pink.

Just then Paul heard a noise. He froze. It was the sound of a key being turned in a lock. He glanced at his watch and cursed himself for being so stupid. It was 4.30 in the afternoon and mums and dads all over the city were arriving home after picking their children up from school. 

Using the sound of the door opening as a cover, he moved to the edge of the landing to see who was entering the house. Carefully peering over he saw a woman first. She was a plump motherly figure in her mid fourties. She wore tight jeans and a short black puffer jacket. When she took it off and hung it up. Paul noticed that her breasts were large and she obviously didn’t like wearing bras. The two distinctive points of her nipples stood out like the centre marks of a target in the far too tight tee shirt she was wearing. The belt of her jeans cut into her belly and gave her a classic hour glass figure. Here face was her best feature though. She had the dark hair, skin and eyes of a typical Italian.

Her daughter followed her into the house. Paul guessed her age to be about 15. She too had the same dark eyes as her mother. Her hair was long and so  straight it appeared almost smooth. It fell over her shoulders and framed her pretty young features.

She was wearing her school uniform of a grey blazer with green piping and a mid length grey skirt. Her white cotton socks were gathered around her ankles and her black leather shoes were in need of a serious polish. The smart lines of her uniform showed her slim, almost skinny figure off nicely and after she too removed her jacket, Paul could see that she had definitely not taken after her mother in the tits department.

He watched as they both moved out of the hallway and into the lounge. The young girl threw herself onto the enormous sofa and used the handset to turn the TV onto the kid’s channel. Her mother went into the kitchen and started to put a sandwich together for her daughter to eat.

Paul knew he was trapped. Apart from sliding down the drainpipe, there was no other way of leaving the house. He was going to have to confront the mother and threaten her enough that she would make no attempt to call the police after he had left.

He carefully tip-toed down the stairs and across the hall into the kitchen. The woman stood with her back to him leaning over a work surface. He waited for her to finish what she was doing before making his move.

Reaching into his pocket, he removed the automatic pistol and pointed it at her back. Hearing the rustling of his trousers, she turned around to find this stranger pointing it directly at her face.

Her instinct was to freeze. She leant back against the edge and held onto it with both hands.

She stood silently as Paul’s eyes wandered up and down over her body. He allowed them to rest on the front of her tight fitting jeans. She looked down to see what he was staring at and realised that the crotch had pulled itself deep into the crack of her plump pussy lips and was giving him a perfectly formed and deliciously sexy camel toe to look at.

Now Paul was no sexual predator, but this bitch was hot…….and scared…….and available.

She spoke. “What do you want?” she asked nervously.

Without raising his eyes from her crotch, he told her.

“You honey……..”

“God no please!.....my daughter is in the next room.”

Paul straightened his arm and the barrel of the pistol moved closer to her face.

“I know” an twisted smile crawled across his face.

“No NO…..just take me……you can do what to me. She is only 15. Just a child!......please please!”

Still pointing the gun at her face, Paul grabbed her arm and tugged her towards the lounge door. He hurled her into the room and she fell onto the sofa next to her terrified daughter. The young girl looked to her mother for reassurance, but there was nothing her mother could do to ease her fear. She drew her legs up underneath her and clung onto her for dear life.

Paul stood over them both and assessed the situation. The woman shook with fear as he placed the muzzle of the gun against her neck. Then he moved it down slowly over her chest until it reached the top of her tee shirt. He slipped the barrel down under the thin stretchy cotton and pulled it away from her body so that he could look down it to catch a teasing glimpse of her full round melon sized breasts. Her skin goose bumped with the touch of the cold metal and her nipples responded by becoming erect and full. Paul smiled to himself and allowed the tee shirt to snap back against her chest.

Then he moved to his right and looked down at the frightened 15 years old. The fact that she had drawn her legs up onto the sofa, meant that her skirt had ridden high up her lean young thighs. Paul liked that.

She grimaced with fear as he traced a line with his gun along her leg with the gun, from her ankle to her knee. Then he followed it along as far as the hem of her school skirt and pushed it higher and higher up her thigh exposing more and more of her smooth young flesh as it went nearer and nearer her waist.

Eventually he lifted the hem away from her leg to expose a pair of white cotton panties and the neatest tightest looking arse he had ever seen.

“We’re going to play a little game”. He told them both.

They looked nervously at each other and then back at him.

“It’s simple really. The two of you are going to take it in turn to protect the other, by doing exactly as I tell you too. Because if you don’t they shall be punished…..do you understand?”

They nodded frantically without breaking his eye contact.

“Good, then lets start”.  With that he settled back into his chair.

He pointed the gun at the frightened young girl and barked his orders at her Mum.

“Let’s have a look at those titties, Lady”. He said with a wicked grim on his face.

She moved away from her daughter and dropping her head in shame, she slowly began to tug the bottom of her tee shirt out of her waist band. When she had finished she paused.

“GO ON…….DO IT!” shouted Paul as he waved the gun in the face of her daughter.

With that she pulled it out and up around her neck. Her huge slightly over weight  tits fell down from under her tee shirt with a solid heavy ‘PLOP’.

The tightly gathered shirt forced her tits to jut forward and almost swell as they settled onto her belly. Her dark round nipples stood out against the soft pale fleshy orbs.

Still looking down trying to avoid his eyes, she took the shirt and began to pull it back over her chest.

“DON’T do that! Did I tell you to cover them back up?”

She looked up at him, begging for him to put an end to her embarrassment in front of her daughter. But he ignored her pleas and instead began to rub the front of his trousers to draw attention to the fact that he was sporting a massive hard on.

The young girl stared at his crotch as he unzipped his fly and reached in to his cock.

“DEAR GOD NO……NOT IN FRONT OF MY LITTLE GIRL!” the mother cried as she watched his 8” long fully erect member being tugged awkwardly out of his trousers.

The young girl could not take her eyes off him as he began to slowly stroke the length of his tool whilst staring at her mother’s breasts.

“Nice tits my dear”. He said as he wanked himself off in front of them. “You’ve got a nice arse too…..lets have a look……shall we?”

With her massive mammeries swinging as she stood up, she reached down and popped the button of her jeans. Paul watched mesmerised as she unzipped her fly and tugged the waistband down over her plump arse and hips. Easing her jeans first one side then the other they slowly dropped down enough for Paul to see the first dark hairs appear of her bush.

He wanked solidly as he felt his heart rate quicken with the excitement of the situation he engineered.

The young daughter was mortified with embarrassment as her mother was forced to strip naked in front of her. Soon the jeans loosened and dropped to the floor.

“Take ‘em off!” ordered Paul, and she stepped out of them completely.

She wore a pair of ‘pop socks’. A type of short stocking that went no further than her knees. 

“Get rid of them too. Now stand there and let me have a good look at you”.

She stood looking down with her hands by her sides, wishing she was dead. Neither her or her daughter could bare to look at each other. Her ample thighs quivered with nerves as she tried to imagine she was somewhere else.

“Turn around”.

She shuffled her feet and turned away from him until her wide dimpled womanly back side was staring him in the face.

“Bend over”.

She snapped her head around to look at him.

“Please no. Please. Please. Not in front of my daughter. We can go into the bedroom, but not here”.

“Just fucking do it!”

She looked at her little girl and then back to the floor as she slowly bent her back and rested her hands on the edge of the sofa next to where her daughter sat curled into a ball.

“You’ve got a nice big fat arse there lady”. Said Paul as he relished the sight before him.  “ I can see your cunt lips peeping through”.

The woman shuddered with his crudity.

“But I can’t see your arse hole”. There was a moments silence. “So show me”.

She reached behind herself and placed her palms on each cheek. Then, she began shake as she sobbed openly in front of her daughter. She slowly pulled the cheeks of her full round dimpled arse apart.

Paul was treated to the sight of her tight puckered anus slowly being exposed like a sunrise on a tropical island. She didn’t stop until she could not pull herself open any further. She pulled so hard it hurt her. The lips of her vulva peeled apart and revealed their moist pink interior. Even her anus gaped slightly to expose the dark red lining of her bowel.

Paul shifted himself in the chair to get a better view and he stared directly at her cunt.

He was getting far too excited now and didn’t want to cum too soon.  So he stopped wanking and told her to sit down next to her girl.

The girl saw her Mum’s distress and cuddled up to her in an attempt to console her. Her mouth was inches from her mother’s nipple.

“Go on girly…..have a suck of your mother’s teet”.

Her jaw dropped in disbelief of what this stranger had just told her to do. She looked up at her mother who simply nodded, indicating that she thought it better if she just did as this man told her.  She was 15 years of age and had  not suckled her mother since she was about 18 months. She parted her full young lips and moved herself closer and closer to her mothers massive breast, until she felt the hard nub of her Mum’s fully erect nipple touching the sensitive skin of her lips. Then she closed her eyes and sucked it into the vacuum of her mouth. Her expression was a mixture of distress and contentment. Paul watched as the fat round tit was pulled time after time into the young girls mouth and he began to resume his wanking. She lent forward slightly as she sucked harder and Paul tilted his head to catch a glimpse of the firm round cheeks of her arse as they came into view.  He made her feed like this for some time. As she sucked harder, she lent forward and rested her hand on her mothers ample thigh. Paul not onlt liked the feeling of power this gave him, he also liked the fact that he was able to make a young pretty 15 year old girl touch her mother as he pleased. He was enjoying the vision of not only the 15 year old girl sucking so hard on her mothers breast, but the expression of humiliation she tried hard to hide.

“Enough”. said Paul , as he lowered his cock to his lap.

“I think its time for this little chick here to show me what she’s hiding under that very appealing uniform of hers”.

These were the words her mother was dreading. Deep down she knew this Bastard would not leave until he had sexually Abused her daughter.

“Stand in front of the sofa and get those little titties of yours out for me girly”.

Moving off the sofa and standing in front of it as she was told, she began to undo the top buttons of her school blouse. Then she stopped and dropped her hands by her sides and yelled at him.

“FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING PERVERT! I’M NOT GOING TO DO IT!” She fell to the floor in a heap as she sobbed wildly.

A moments silence followed as Paul assessed the situation. Then BLAM! He had fired a single shot into the ceiling above their heads. They covered and screamed as a light dusting of plaster and dried paint drifted down over them. They shook with fear as he once again pointed the pistol at them both. His eyes showing an anger they had not noticed before.

“My my………you are a naughty girl……..aren’t you?”

He said in a deceptively  calm voice.

The young girl looked at her mother as if she going to be able to help her. But her mother was silent and in a state of shock and could not take her eyes off the gun that now seemed to be a real threat to their safety.

“I think you need to be punished…….don’t you?”

“Now stand there as I told you too and strip that skirt off and remove those little white panties of yours”.

Her mother looked straight at Paul and whispered to her daughter gently.

“You better do as he says Darling. This whole situation is going to be ending soon……go on”.

She stood up and stood by her mother as she lowered the side zip of her grey skirt. Then she pushed it down over her slim hips and it fell to the floor around her ankles. She kicked it away and stood in nothing but her white cotton shirt and panties. Paul waved the gun at her and she hooked her thumbs in the waistband on both sides and pulled down over her lean and firm thighs. As she stood back up Paul’s heart raced as he stared in awe at the thinnest covering of pubic hair he had ever seen on a female body. The tightly closed lips of her young delicate pussy were clearly visible through the wisps of dark brown gossamer.

“Turn around!” Paul barked at her as he gripped his throbbing member in his hand and began once again to pleasure himself as he beheld the young girls body, naked from the waist down.

She slowly turned and her arse came into view.

“Bend!” came the simple order.

She did as she was told, taking her mother’s hand as she did so for reassurance. As she bent from the waist, her thighs tightened and forced her arse cheeks to part slightly. Paul watched as her thin narrow labia pouted out towards him and her tiny circular anus peeped out from between her buttocks.

“Time for your punishment young lady”. Said Paul as he shifted in the chair.

“Bend over your mothers lap. You’re going to get a real good spanking”.

By this time both the mother and daughter were drifting in and out of a state of shock and seemed somehow strangely calm and detached.

She lowered her self over her mothers thighs with her back side facing Paul. Her mother stroked her back gently as if to comfort her, but they both sobbed together.

“COME ON THEM MUMSY!” shouted Paul, “GIVE HER A DAMN GOOD SLAPPING!”

She raised her hand in the air over her daughters round arse cheeks and once again spoke gently to her.

“I’m so sorry my Darling……I’m so sorry”.

With that she dropped her hand against her daughter upturned arse. It landed with surprising force and the young girl screamed with the pain.

CRACK!

A red hand print immediately appeared on her childs cheek. She bucked and kicked her legs out wildly.

CRACK!

Once again she screamed. Her poor mother was distraught and cried out loud as she continued the punishment.

CRACK!

Paul was wanking himself off wildly as he watched the mother going through so much emotional turmoil and the young 15 year old enduring so much pain.

CRACK!

“ENOUGH!” shouted Paul.

The two of them just sobbed and cried uncontrollably.

The girl’s arse cheeks were on fire and had turned a bright painful looking red colour.

“Please let me put something on her to help ease the pain and burning…….please”. she pointed to a drawer in the nearby sideboard. Paul reached over and pulled it open. There just inside was a small jar of white cream. He handed it to her.

With her daughter still strewn across her lap, she removed the lid and took a generous smear off the top. Then she started to gently spread the compound over the young girl’s arse.

Paul watched as her fingers slipped and slid over the tight firm flesh. The girl sucked her breath in through tightly clamped teeth.

“Put some down between her legs”. He said as he squeezed the solid shaft of his erection in his fist.

She looked at him and did as she was told. As her chubby fingers touched the sensitive lips of her daughter labia, she felt her tummy tighten on her lap and heard her take a sharp intake of breath.

Paul noticed this too. He liked what he saw.

“Now stroke her arsehole with a dollop of that white stuff”.

Her mother stared at Paul, but did exactly as she was told.  In the meantime the young girl lay completely still in fear. She felt her mother’s finger moving along the depths of her arse valley until it reached the indent of her anus.

“Right…….now stick your finger in”.

The woman looked up to the sky. “Dear God forgive me”. She said as her finger tip sank into the tightly closed hole of her young daughter’s arse.

“NOOOOOO………TAKE IT OUT……..PLEASE MUMMY…….TAKE IT OUT!”

As she bucked her hips in an effort to raise herself off her mothers lap, she inadvertently forced her mother’s finger even deeper into her tiny canal.

It was in up to her second knuckle when she tried to remove it as gently as she could without hurting her little girl any more.

“WHO TOLD YOU TO TAKE IT OUT BITCH?” Yelled Paul. “STICK IT BACK IN THERE!”

Not wanting to hurt her daughter anymore than she had too, she put her free hand on the small of her young narrow back to hold her solidly as she pushed her digit deeply and firmly back up inside her Darling’s bowel. It felt as though it was being gripped by the fist of a tiny baby as the muscles closed around it in an effort to eject it from her rectum.

The young girl screamed continually with the pain and discomfort this caused her. But Paul was enjoying it more than he ever thought he would.

“Make her kneel on the floor in front of you….facing me”. He told her.

The mother slowly twisted her finger as she pulled it out of the tight tube of her daughter’s arse. It reappeared covered in a mixture of white sticky cream and the unmistakeable brown discolouration of faeces.

She lifted her little girl up off her lap and guided her to kneel as Paul had demanded. With her mother sat on the edge of the sofa behind her, she knelt down with her back touching her mum’s knees.

“Grab her arms and pull back….HARD”.

She knew exactly what he meant and did as she was told. Her daughter was now being bent back against her knees with her shoulders being pulled backwards.

Her head dropped back too and she closed her eyes with the sheer exhaustion of what happened to her moments before.

Paul stood up and with his stiff cock still jutting out in front of him, he reached across to the girl and ripped the white school shirt wide open. The thin central strap of her bra that held the two small cups together was snapped easily and it dropped either side of her chest, exposing a pair of small, firm, budding young breasts. Paul saw that her nipples were puffy and paler than the surrounding flesh. He flicked one with his fingers and she weakly yelped with the pain.

Then he positioned himself over her with his cock at her face level and began to wank himself off frantically. Ever so often he would stop pulling the skin of his cock back and forth and rub the tiny drops of pre-cum that would appear, across the young girl’s lips. She was far too weak to resist him and he watched as they would glisten with his man juice.

Then as he felt a massive orgasm building and crawling its way from his balls to his cock shaft, he pointed the substantial length of his experienced and mature erection down across her tiny, young, underdeveloped tits.

With a single enormous squirt, he covered her entire chest with the first jet of his spunk. Then he held his tool up against her pretty face and a huge delivery of white fluid splashed over her 15 year old features and dripped down her face to join the first gush on her tits. A third and forth bounced off her skin as he wanked himself into heaven.

When his orgasm finally subsided, he gently plooped his sensitive member back into his trousers and stood back from the women.

He slipped the pistol away and picked up his bag of goods and left the house without a further word, leaving the two women to cope with the dreadful events of the afternoon.

He never went back to that particular area of town again. In fact he never even went back to that town.

But he has had many a good wank on the memories he gathered with those two. And will continue to do so.