The two men appeared like ghosts, their black ski masks as menacing as the handguns they now pointed.
"Make a sound and you die. Got it?"
Skylar and her mom squealed in fright anyway, the Christmas film they'd been watching now forgotten.
"I said shut up!" the man on the left growled. He rushed the sofa and pulled Charlotte to her feet by her hair. The woman yelped.
"Please, take whatever you want!" she gasped, assuming that the two home invaders were burglars. "Just please don't hurt us."
The first man put Charlotte in a head lock and pressed the barrel of his gun to the side of her head. Looking at Skylar, he hissed at her.
"Strip. Clothes off. Now. Or I've got a bullet for Mama here."
Skylar gaped at the intruder, first one and then the other. Both men looked identical. Both looked equally vicious and cruel. Both looked like they meant business.
"OK, OK, please don't shoot!" Skylar whimpered. The young woman couldn't believe this was happening. A mother-daughter bonding experience had just turned into the ultimate nightmare.
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A Short Time Earlier...
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Skylar Bloomington and her mother were not on speaking terms. Or at least, they hadn't been until quite recently.
Now, as the 25-year-old sat on the sofa beside her mother, cozy and curled up beneath a blanket with a Christmas movie's opening credits rolling, she had to marvel at how far they'd come.
'I can't believe I don't hate her anymore,' Skylar thought with a surge of disbelief.
"Honey, this was a great idea," Charlotte said, her arm wrapped around her daughter's shoulders as they lay back together, their feet propped up on the coffee table with a big bowl of popcorn between them.
"Thanks," Skylar replied. "I'm... I'm actually really glad we're doing this," she agreed, albeit with a note of hesitation. The unspoken thought went far deeper, though, and ran along the lines of, 'I'm glad we're doing this because I want to get to know my mom again.'
Five years had passed.
It had been five years since Skylar's father had died in a horrific car accident. Five years since her mother, the famous author Charlotte Bloomington, had abandoned her children (adult children, but still children nonetheless) to their grief and fled away in denial of her own pain to focus on her writing career.
For five years, Skylar's resentment of how her mother had handled her father's death had festered. And then, three months ago, Charlotte had returned to Scheffington, New York, out of nowhere on the thin excuse of a hometown book tour for her latest release. But Skylar and her older brother Zane soon discovered the REAL reason for their mother's return.
A health scare had done what reason or empathy could not - jolted Charlotte into a sense of what truly mattered in life. Realizing that being estranged from her children, especially a daughter who had grown to despise her, was no way to live, Charlotte had finally done the hard work of starting to reckon with her long-dormant grief and the reasons she'd cut her children out of her life.
So now Skylar and her mom's relationship was by no means anything less than rocky and treacherous, but at least they were both trying. Much as Skylar had wanted to hold onto her anger, she finally realized how pointless it was. She finally realized how much she missed her mother. Skylar finally realized how the crushing loss of her father had victimized and traumatized her mother every bit as much as it had herself and her brother.
So it came to be that they'd decided, while her brother Zane and his girlfriend Mia went on a date night together, that she and her mom would enjoy a girl's night in and watch Christmas movies. You know, the cheesy-beyond-belief kind with titles like 'A Bride for Christmas' or 'A Groom for the Holiday.'
Until the nightmare had begun. Until two men had invaded their home.
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Back in the Present...
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"OK, OK, please don't shoot!" Skylar shrugged out of her penguin pajama top and then, with trembling fingers, slid her pajama bottoms down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She was naked now. She couldn't believe that her bare pussy and breasts were now on full display. The girl found herself both terrified and ashamed. Both men took in the sight of Skylar's slender, athletic young figure. A lush cascade of wavy, golden-blonde hair hung down almost to the small of her back. Skylar's breasts, though by no means large, were still round and firm and sizable, with areolae of lightest pink. Her sex was recently shaved, without even a hint of golden down where her pubic hair should have been.
"Not bad. Not bad at all," Bad Guy #1 said, the masked assailant holding a gun to her mother's head. For now Skylar decided to number them in her head. After all, there was nothing else to distinguish the two men, both dressed in black with boots and those identical ski masks.
"Your turn, Mama. Get naked. Let' see some tits." Bad Guy #1 took a step back but kept the gun leveled at Charlotte.
Charlotte felt rising panic and the urge to protect her daughter. Maternal instinct rose fiercely in her.
"Look, I'll-I'll do whatever you want! Please, just let my daughter go. Please!" Charlotte begged.
Bad Guy #2 now jumped into the fray. He grabbed Skylar and forced her head onto the coffee table. Pressing the gun to the back of Skylar's skull, he glared at the woman.
"Bitch, you want to see me splatter your daughter's brains all over this coffee table or are you going to cooperate?"
"OK!" Charlotte shrieked. "I'll cooperate! Please don't hurt Skylar!" The mother frantically shrugged out of her nightshirt and underwear. Soon she was as naked as her daughter. Charlotte was a true 'MILF' by any standard. She kept in shape, her breasts full and magnificent, and her legs were toned and muscular despite middle-age. Unlike Skylar, Charlotte's golden locks were much shorter, not even reaching to her shoulders, and she was not as slender, noticeably more voluptuous than her daughter, with a curvy, hour-glass figure. Unlike her daughter, she was not completely shaven, with a finely trimmed expanse of pubic hair visible above the slit of her cunt. Her big breasts were surprisingly perky, with darker, almost purple areolae.
"Damn. That's what I call a pair of TITS," Bad Guy #1 said approvingly. "All right, let's get you two pussies upstairs."
Charlotte and her daughter exchanged a look. They didn't like where this was headed, but they were too terrified to make a run for it. Too terrified to even make another sound as the two black-garbed men hustled them upstairs. While Skylar was panicking, her heart pounding, the older woman was trying to keep her wits about her. Charlotte knew she would have to stay focused and keep a level head if she had any hope of getting them out of this alive.
