Harrington snapped her mother's head around and shoved the foul smelling jockstrap between her lips. Sharon gagged nearly as hard as her mother, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat while Hank pulled a piece of tape from the roll and wrapped it around Janice's head. In a moment, the jock was fixed in her mother's mouth held securely by the tape, and there was nothing she could do about it. The woman closed her eyes and wept freely in shame and horror, tears staining her flushed cheeks.

"That's better," he muttered, throwing the tape roll to one side.

"Oh, God!" Sharon found herself muttering, bracing herself against the side of the house. This was incredible, simply incredible! There was her mother, bound and gagged so horribly on the bed, with that monster on top of her, about to fuck her. And she could stop it! Yes, she could stop it, could scream, call for the police, or simply bang on the window and surprise the two of them into submission. But instead, the girl simply watched, feeling the heat concentrating in that furry fuck slit between her legs. Yes, yes, it was awful. She knelt there, feeling the blood seeping into her virgin cuntlips, feeling them rub over one another and her clit as she shifted position there beneath the bedroom window. She even felt shamefully close to orgasm more than once as Hank rubbed his prick over her mother's jutting tits.

"You think I could take care of your daughter, too, baby? You think I could fuck you, then move on over and fuck your daughter? Yeah, two cunts at the same time. Had a mother-daughter act down in Tijuana once. Bet you two could top 'em."

Sharon flushed violently a third time. He was talking about her! He was talking about fucking her, about doing all sorts of things to her, maybe even tying her up like he was doing to her mother. Sharon felt so unsure of herself. She fell back a little as another ripple of excitement rushed through her pussy.

"Uhhhhhhh!"