Spread Family Thighs and Stuffed Family Pies 2nd Edition

ruh, if you would go ahead and hand me the clippers.”

Alex’s voice was completely calm as he held out his hand. Meanwhile, from outside her field of view, Elyse heard the sound of heavy boots coming closer before Shotgun’s face appeared. What could she do? It was the question Elyse had asked herself since her nightmare began and she still didn’t have an answer. It was almost like she was paralyzed. She had been so thoroughly beaten and humiliated that what had happened to her in less than an hour now seemed to have crushed her spirit even more than Alex’s punches had pulverized her body. Morosely, Elyse now looked up at Shotgun without even trying to cover her naked body. Here was the boy whom Elyse held responsible for her suffering and Shotgun indicated that he knew it as he now leered triumphantly back at her. Ironically enough, by doing so Shotgun only made himself look even more like a racist caricature as his bright, white eyes, coal black skin, large, flat and bulging nose and thick and meaty lips that were pulled back and showing teeth the size of flooring planks all were exaggerated as he now leered.

“Told you, you wasn’t gonna be able to stop any of this,” the black boy standing over Elyse now said tauntingly.

“Shoulda just kept your mouth shut and agreed to everything I said. Wouldn’t a had to been goin’ through all this right now. Then again, maybe you would. Maybe this was the plan all along.”

What did he mean by that? Elyse didn’t have long to wonder for, in that moment, while Elyse tried to guess to what Shotgun was alluding, the sharp pop and dreadful hum of her husband’s beard trimmer crackled through the air. Something dreadful was about to happen and it would not only be dreadful but also horribly intimate in the most revolting way possible. Still, Elyse knew that wasn’t going to be able to stop it as she couldn’t stop herself from watching. She now moved into a position to where her head was off the ground and her upper body rested on her elbows as her gorgeous blue eyes were fixated on the triangle of blond and silky fur that was the only thing covering her mound. Hot tears of shame then came pouring from her eyes as her own fourteen-year-old son pressed the clippers against her lower belly. It was a fraction of a second before Alex was to begin shaving but it was in that moment, that Elyse realized that she was wet.

Bzzzzkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkddddddddddddddddddddlllltt!!!!!!

At first, Elyse couldn’t place the sound even as it happened. Maybe this was because it had been so many years since she had heard the sound of clippers cutting hair or maybe she was just in denial. Regardless of what it was Elyse finally admitted what was happening just as Alex pulled the clippers down and shaved the left side of her womanly bush away. Now, where just a moment before there had been a thick and tawny triangle of the world’s most beautiful gold, the tops of fine stubble interspersed among Elyse’s creamy white skin. In fact, it was so white that it was even whiter than the rest of her for that patch of skin hadn’t seen the light of day perhaps for Elyse’s entire life.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”

Elyse wailed in horror as she again started to struggle while Alex pinned her legs. Somehow, her fourteen year old son had seemed to know right where to hit her and, as she now tried to wriggle away, each new movement caused electric bolts of pains to go shoot through her limbs. Elyse’s ability to put any stress on her shoulders, hips, wrists, or knees had seemingly been so destroyed that Elyse could now only feebly try to wriggle while Alex held her fast. His weight was on his forearms as he pressed these into her thighs. Alex then looked at her and smiled as his gorgeous naked mom twisted and turned all of which made her huge naked tits sway tantalizing in front of him. As Alex then tore his gaze away from those swinging and succulent orbs, his right hand placed the clippers against the top of Elyse’s blond bush.