Two men have their wicked way with mother and daughter...but first they have their wicked way with two nuns.
Julian and Tyrone were bad men, very bad men. No doubt, with an unsuspecting victim not emerging with their possessions intact and/or even coming out alive, they were two men that one wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. If there was such a thing as boogeymen, scary dudes they both were, with one scarier than the other, these two would be them.
Violent criminals and drug dealers, they lived for today and never worried about tomorrow. Angry by all that they survived and embittered by all that they endured, if they even had a soft side, women were their weakness. Women made them feel what they ordinarily didn't feel in the course of their day. So long as it was good women, sexual women, and not bitchy women, women brought down the volume of the noise that they heard in their heads and that made them do the horrible things they did.
They loved women in the way that some men love gambling and/or drinking. If there was a beautiful woman in the room, Julian and/or Tyrone would put the moves on her to get her in their bed. Easier for them to seduce a woman than to keep a woman, sudden seduction rather than maintaining long term relationships were their games to play. The pleasure of sex, albeit exciting them, soothed them with loving touches. Obviously, the only light to their dark side, they needed sex and sensual, physical contact to balance out the violence. Other than the rage they felt when putting the hurt to someone, they needed sex to make them feel something that they didn't ordinarily feel.
On their way to work through the better side of town, not that they had real 9-5, good paying jobs with benefits and security, (Who has that today?), they drove by the same houses. A product of their environment and taking advantage of what may come their way, their jobs were prowling the dirty, city streets and assessing sudden opportunities that allowed them to make some easy money. As if they were wild animals, predators in a jungle, they looked for victims to run their illegal scams while watching out for the police who thwarted their efforts to earn a dishonest living. On their way home from work, not that they had a real home to return to in the sense of having someone there to love them and care for them, they passed by this one happy house a thousand times before. No doubt envious of all who resided within, unless being analyzed upon a psychiatrist's couch, they'd rather kill the good doctor who tried to help them than to admit their jealousy.
Albeit from the other side of town, a small and relatively safe neighborhood where everyone knew who lived there, Jules and Tyrone knew who lived there too. It was their jobs to know who lived where and what cars they drove. They've been watching the female residents of the house that they routinely passed by while lusting over them. A good looking, forty-five-year-old mother, Linda, with her twenty-one-year-old beautiful daughter, Emma, and her twenty-three-year old son, Robert, were a happy, albeit a dysfunctional family.
Is this world of the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer, what family isn't dysfunctional today? With money not buying happiness, even the rich have their insurmountable problems. Fortunately, for his neighbors, unaware of the danger that would soon befall them, there were plenty of other women to keep them from bothering with Linda and Emma until later. Putting them on the backburner for now, Linda and Emma were their last hurrah before being thrown in prison forever.
Yet, whenever they saw mother and daughter out in the garden or out shopping, they always admired them from afar, usually from behind, while making lewd, lascivious, and inappropriate comments about them behind their backs. A running dialogue, they never stopped talking about what they'd sexually do to mother and daughter if ever they had the chance. Only with them living in the same neighborhood, they only lived a few streets away. As if it was a line of demarcation, the neighborhood went from nice to rundown once crossing Main Street. Subscribing to the clichéd rule, don't shit where you eat, they'd never dare make a move on the women for fear they'd be immediately recognized, reported to the police, and arrested for all that they'd no doubt forcibly do to the women against their wills.
"Psst. There they are Jules," said Tyrone giving his friend a nudge in the ribs.
"Who?" Jules looked around him obviously not knowing where his friend was looking.
"Mommy has such a sweet, round ass and her daughter does too, don't they? Damn, I'd love to get me some of that. Taking them from behind, I'd love to tap those sweet, white asses while feeling their big tits and fingering their hard nipples," said Tyrone humping his hips before fingering the head of his emerging erection as he spoke.
Jules looked to where his friend was looking to watch Linda and Emma shopping for fruits and vegetables.
"It's hard to tell one from the other from behind. No matter if its mother or daughter, I'd do either one or both together," said Jules grabbing his crotch as if he was Michael Jackson dancing in Bad.
"I'd love to get me some of that white meat," said Ty. "Mighty fine foxy females, the best looking women in the hood, they're so fine."
"I dunno," said Jules, "Now that I see mommy strutting her hot stuff with her daughter, I'd do Linda before I did Emma. A real sexy bitch, she's more my type. Just look at her wiggle her shapely ass while walking," said Jules to Tyrone while following the women from a distance.
"Good. I'll take the daughter and you can have the mother," said Tyrone with a loud, dirty laugh.
"I like women my age, women who I can have a conversation with after I bang them and after they blow me. Or willing to try new things, mixing it up a little bit, I'd like to have a conversation with a woman before she blows me and before I bang her," said Jules with a dirty laugh while grabbing at himself again.
"Conversation? Not me, ain't no time for talkin' when I'm lickin', she'd suckin', and I'm fuckin'. I'd rather not talk while I'm doing my thing, if you know what I mean. I don't need no conversation while I'm havin' sex and doin' my bus'ness, you dig? And as far as me doing one over the other, I like the young, innocent stuff," he said looking at his friend and winking.
"And why is that, pray tell?" Jules looked at his friend, no doubt, already knowing the answer.
