It had just turned 5pm and Charlotte Price had finished work. It was a boring job -- an office assistant in a large law firm. As always, she had spent the day looking over spreadsheets, answering calls and helping her boss -- the managing director -- with his day-to-day tasks like booking hotels and confirming RSVPs.
It took a little longer to get home that night due to some roadworks happening in the city. Rather than taking 20 minutes to get home, it had taken half an hour. Charlotte pulled up on her drive, parked up, turned the engine off and got out.
As she closed the door, she caught a reflection of herself in the window: Tall, slim and curvy. Her long, black hair was in a ponytail and her thick, black glasses rested on her nose. As always, she was wearing a white shirt. On top of that was her blazer, but she never bothered to fasten that up. She was also wearing a thick belt with a golden buckle, a shirt that fell just below her knees and her usual high-heels. She turned slightly and admired herself. Her ass looked great in the tight skirt and her 34E breasts were hardly contained by her shirt as it strained to keep them covered.
Considering she was 40, she looked more like 30. I look great, she thought.
Smiling, she left the car and walked over to the front door. She put the key in the lock and turned. To her surprise, there was no clicking sound. How strange, she thought. She tried the door handle and the door swung open. It was already open.
Confused, she stepped inside her house and closed the door behind her. Perhaps Jess had popped round whilst she was still driving home. "Hello? Jessica are you in?" But there was no reply.
Walking into the living room, Charlotte dropped her keys onto the coffee table and dropped down onto the sofa. She was tired. There was only one thing she needed right now and that was a glass of red wine.
Getting back up from the sofa, she walked over to a small mini-bar that was installed in the corner of the room. She grabbed a glass and pulled a bottle of wine out of the small refrigerator at the bottom of the bar. Poured herself a glass and took a sip. Fantastic.
She came to the conclusion that she must have forgotten to lock the front door this morning before heading to work. She lived in a quiet area, more towards the outskirts of the city rather than being right in the middle of the hustle and bustle, so she had a pretty strong feeling that no-one would have tried to rob the place.
--There was a loud bang upstairs.
Charlotte spun around and nearly dropped her glass. She looked up towards the ceiling. Placing the glass on top of the bar, she walked over to the door, peaked around and looked up the stairs.
She strained to listen. There was a shuffling noise. Maybe there was someone here after all! "Hello!" Charlotte called again, "Who's there? Jessica?" Again, there came no reply.
But there was definitely someone up there. It sounded like someone was moving across a room. Footsteps and shuffling. She was sure of it. There was only one thing to do: go upstairs and check herself.
As Charlotte climbed the stairs, the sounds she heard became louder, or at least clearer to her. She reached the landing and looked around. The noise wasn't coming from the first bedroom, neither was it coming from the second. She walked forwards and looked into the bathroom. There was nothing there.
Suddenly there was a noise that sounded like a mouse. It was a squeal or a squeak and Charlotte snapped her head around. The noise was coming from her bedroom. Taking small steps as quietly as she could, she got to her bedroom door. It was closed so she put her ear to it and tried to listen.
There was definitely someone in there. Perhaps more than one. She could hear ragged breathing, feet moving against the laminated flooring and one other sound she couldn't quite make out.
She took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside the room.
Her eyes went wide and she stopped, frozen on the spot.
There, on the other side of the room, was her daughter, Jessica. The 20-year-old was on her knees, naked, and was slurping as she was roughly facefucked by a slim, tall man with short, blonde hair. Her 32DD tits bounced around as she was pulled back and forth.
Charlotte moved her eyes. She could see that the man's cock was big. It must have been 8-inches, perhaps a little more.
That wasn't all, however. As there was a second man. A similar build to the first but with slightly longer hair which was dark brown in colour. He was stood at the other side of Jessica, her hand around his hard cock, jerking him off. The dark-haired man had a slightly smaller cock, around 7-inches.
Charlotte didn't move -- couldn't move. She was totally and utterly shocked. She didn't know what to do. Both men turned to look at her. They smiled.
Jessica flickered her eyes towards her mother. She was unable to move her head completely as the blonde man had his hands clamped onto her head, stopping her from moving position.
Charlotte found her voice, although it was quiet and her throat was dry. "What-what are you doing?"
As Jessica continued to gag on his cock, the blonde man stopped smiling and spoke. "We were in the neighbourhood. You left your door open so we had a quick snoop around. Then this little charmer," -- he pointed to Jessica -- "arrived and we couldn't get out of the house so we thought about having some fun."
Charlotte frowned, "Hang on a minute. You mean...you-you forced her to do that?" and she pointed at his cock.
"To suck my cock? Yeah, of course."
Before Charlotte could react, the other man, the one with the dark hair spoke. "Speaking of which, you've been fucking her mouth for ages. My turn."
The blonde man nodded and pushed Jessica off his cock. He still had a hold of her head and he turned it. The dark-haired man grabbed the base of his cock and lined it up with her mouth.
"Mom-" Jessica tried to speak but that was all she could say before having another cock rammed into her mouth.
"I'm calling the police right now!" shouted Charlotte and she turned.
