A mother and a daughter (one or two females required) - Page 3 - Rape Board

Gio · 02-19-2008, 05:13 PM

Looking at the woman in her underwear excites me a lot. She is so pretty while her daughter slips away the stockings from her bare feet. The bulge in my pants become almost painful. I need to fuck these women as soon as possible.
"What a great show" I say with a lustful voice. "Mommy, you are really a top-quality bitch. And Silly Hair, here, is wonderful too. Why you do not return her courtesy? It's your turn to strip her!"

Shadowed_Love · 02-19-2008, 08:17 PM

My eyes remain fixed upon my daughter's face, offering her weak smiles of encouragement and reassurances that it's ok everytime our eyes meet. It is hard to remain calm as your only daughter methodically removes each item of your clothing, piece by piece in front of a perfect stranger, but i have to be strong for her.

I feel my suit jacket loosen, shrugging my shoulders lightly to aid the fabric to slip down my arms and reveal the white blouse beneath. That too is removed swiftly, but it does not slip from my arms so easily and i allow Jenny to remove it the rest of the way. My upper body is now exposed bar for the lacey bra that holds my decent sized breasts snuggly within it's cups.

It is at this point that i have to avert my gaze as she continued, unfastening my skirt and allowing it to slip from my hips and down my legs. Of course, i know that the undressing is not going to stop there and his command only confirms my fears. Helpless to do anything but allow Jenny to continue, i feel the stockings slip from my legs, lifting each foot in turn to allow them to be removed with ease.

My head bows at his lude comment, drawing in deep breaths in order to calm myself but my eyes widen and i cast a glance of horror in his direction as he demands i undress my daugher. With a glance in her direction, i know that i must and i reach out and lightly take hold of her t-shirt, easing it up her body and over her head. Of course i have seen my daugher naked many times in her childhood, but she is grown now, a woman in her own right and this is so different to the occassions of undressing her as a child.

Dropping the shirt onto the floor, my hands fall to the fastening of her jeans, carefully slipping the button loose and drawing down the zip before pushing the fabric from her hips and watching them slip down her legs.

zazie · 02-19-2008, 11:03 PM

I stand there, shaking, trying not to cry. I can feel my mother's hands brush against me, touching my stomach, my hips, as she strips me bare. It's humiliating; I've always had a strong sense of privacy, and my mother hasn't seen me undress, let alone taken my clothes off for me, since puberty.

I can't help but let out a small, plaintive, "Mom," when she slides my jeans down.

As I step out of my jeans, I know worse is to come. We're both in our underwear. The man with the gun hadn't forced me to strip my mother that far, yet. But he's said what he means to do. And I don't doubt that he intends to carry this further; to rape my mother or me. Or possibly both of us.

I stand there, in the puddle of denim, waiting to see if he takes it further. If he makes my mother remove my underwear. Or if, in order to avoid provoking the gunman, she'll do it herself.

Gio · 02-20-2008, 05:04 PM

"Now, what a show" I repeat, looking alternatively at the two women. Jenny has breasts slightly bigger than her mother. And her legs are long and shapely. Fucking that girl will be wondeful, but first I need to humiliate them further. I need to break them, so they will be completely mine.

"Don't stop, baby" I say, looking at Jenny but pointing the gun at her mother. "I am sure that mommy is feeling very hot. Help her with that underwear".

zazie · 02-20-2008, 06:26 PM

I let out a slight whimper, as he gives the order. This is the last thing I want to do, but the unwavering gun means I have no choice.

I step behind my mother, and unhook her bra. Trying as much as possible to keep my hands on the fabric, I slide the shoulder straps down her arms, and pull the fabric away, removing her bra.

Then I get down on my knees, and slide her panties down. I keep my eyes on the floor. But I'm horribly aware that I'm removing my mother's underwear. Helping a man strip her at gunpoint. Preparing her for a rapist.

I slide the underwear off, and stand up, trying to keep my gaze away from my mother's naked body.

Shadowed_Love · 03-06-2008, 03:29 PM

My heart breaks at the soft and plaintive whisper of my name, glancing up to look up into my daugher's face as i mouth a silent apology. With Jenny standing in her underwear, i edge backward and straighten, rising to my feet and turning back to the gunman. The next command that is issued causes me to grimace, eyes closing for a moment as i steady myself before i glance at my daughter.

As she steps behind me i bow my head, drawing in a deep breath as i feel the elastic of my bra slacken as it is unhooked, shrugging my shoulders lightly in an attempt to help remove the garment. As my breasts are exposed i raise my arm to try and conceal them as i feel fingers hook over the waist band of my panties, pulling them from my hips and down my legs.

A shudder sweeps through my body as i drop a hand to cover the junction between my thighs, stepping out of the fabric that lay around my ankles. Of course, i know the next command, for Jenny is still in her underware and this sick man would no doubt want her naked as well. "Please..sir, you don't have to do this..."

Gio · 03-06-2008, 03:55 PM

I nod, enjoying her embarassment. "You are right" I smile. "I don't have to do this. YOU have to do this. And now, mommy, show me your daughter. Strip her like she was a gift for me. Actually, she IS your gift for me. Come on, honey!"

02-19-2008, 05:13 PM	#41
Gio Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Near Genoa, Italy Posts: 158 Reputation: 104	Looking at the woman in her underwear excites me a lot. She is so pretty while her daughter slips away the stockings from her bare feet. The bulge in my pants become almost painful. I need to fuck these women as soon as possible. "What a great show" I say with a lustful voice. "Mommy, you are really a top-quality bitch. And Silly Hair, here, is wonderful too. Why you do not return her courtesy? It's your turn to strip her!"

02-19-2008, 08:17 PM	#42
Shadowed_Love Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: The World Posts: 111 Reputation: 32	My eyes remain fixed upon my daughter's face, offering her weak smiles of encouragement and reassurances that it's ok everytime our eyes meet. It is hard to remain calm as your only daughter methodically removes each item of your clothing, piece by piece in front of a perfect stranger, but i have to be strong for her. I feel my suit jacket loosen, shrugging my shoulders lightly to aid the fabric to slip down my arms and reveal the white blouse beneath. That too is removed swiftly, but it does not slip from my arms so easily and i allow Jenny to remove it the rest of the way. My upper body is now exposed bar for the lacey bra that holds my decent sized breasts snuggly within it's cups. It is at this point that i have to avert my gaze as she continued, unfastening my skirt and allowing it to slip from my hips and down my legs. Of course, i know that the undressing is not going to stop there and his command only confirms my fears. Helpless to do anything but allow Jenny to continue, i feel the stockings slip from my legs, lifting each foot in turn to allow them to be removed with ease. My head bows at his lude comment, drawing in deep breaths in order to calm myself but my eyes widen and i cast a glance of horror in his direction as he demands i undress my daugher. With a glance in her direction, i know that i must and i reach out and lightly take hold of her t-shirt, easing it up her body and over her head. Of course i have seen my daugher naked many times in her childhood, but she is grown now, a woman in her own right and this is so different to the occassions of undressing her as a child. Dropping the shirt onto the floor, my hands fall to the fastening of her jeans, carefully slipping the button loose and drawing down the zip before pushing the fabric from her hips and watching them slip down her legs.

02-19-2008, 11:03 PM	#43
zazie Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 87 Reputation: 15	I stand there, shaking, trying not to cry. I can feel my mother's hands brush against me, touching my stomach, my hips, as she strips me bare. It's humiliating; I've always had a strong sense of privacy, and my mother hasn't seen me undress, let alone taken my clothes off for me, since puberty. I can't help but let out a small, plaintive, "Mom," when she slides my jeans down. As I step out of my jeans, I know worse is to come. We're both in our underwear. The man with the gun hadn't forced me to strip my mother that far, yet. But he's said what he means to do. And I don't doubt that he intends to carry this further; to rape my mother or me. Or possibly both of us. I stand there, in the puddle of denim, waiting to see if he takes it further. If he makes my mother remove my underwear. Or if, in order to avoid provoking the gunman, she'll do it herself.

02-20-2008, 05:04 PM	#44
Gio Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Near Genoa, Italy Posts: 158 Reputation: 104	"Now, what a show" I repeat, looking alternatively at the two women. Jenny has breasts slightly bigger than her mother. And her legs are long and shapely. Fucking that girl will be wondeful, but first I need to humiliate them further. I need to break them, so they will be completely mine. "Don't stop, baby" I say, looking at Jenny but pointing the gun at her mother. "I am sure that mommy is feeling very hot. Help her with that underwear".

02-20-2008, 06:26 PM	#45
zazie Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 87 Reputation: 15	I let out a slight whimper, as he gives the order. This is the last thing I want to do, but the unwavering gun means I have no choice. I step behind my mother, and unhook her bra. Trying as much as possible to keep my hands on the fabric, I slide the shoulder straps down her arms, and pull the fabric away, removing her bra. Then I get down on my knees, and slide her panties down. I keep my eyes on the floor. But I'm horribly aware that I'm removing my mother's underwear. Helping a man strip her at gunpoint. Preparing her for a rapist. I slide the underwear off, and stand up, trying to keep my gaze away from my mother's naked body.

03-06-2008, 03:29 PM	#46
Shadowed_Love Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: The World Posts: 111 Reputation: 32	My heart breaks at the soft and plaintive whisper of my name, glancing up to look up into my daugher's face as i mouth a silent apology. With Jenny standing in her underwear, i edge backward and straighten, rising to my feet and turning back to the gunman. The next command that is issued causes me to grimace, eyes closing for a moment as i steady myself before i glance at my daughter. As she steps behind me i bow my head, drawing in a deep breath as i feel the elastic of my bra slacken as it is unhooked, shrugging my shoulders lightly in an attempt to help remove the garment. As my breasts are exposed i raise my arm to try and conceal them as i feel fingers hook over the waist band of my panties, pulling them from my hips and down my legs. A shudder sweeps through my body as i drop a hand to cover the junction between my thighs, stepping out of the fabric that lay around my ankles. Of course, i know the next command, for Jenny is still in her underware and this sick man would no doubt want her naked as well. "Please..sir, you don't have to do this..."

03-06-2008, 03:55 PM	#47
Gio Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Near Genoa, Italy Posts: 158 Reputation: 104	I nod, enjoying her embarassment. "You are right" I smile. "I don't have to do this. YOU have to do this. And now, mommy, show me your daughter. Strip her like she was a gift for me. Actually, she IS your gift for me. Come on, honey!"