1. f****y Carjacked


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: drew1207, Rating: 96, Source: xHamster

    opened her legs wider. We were still in a little traffic, and the big guy kept looking around, apparently making sure that we were a little discreet. But mostly he admired Ashley's legs and panty crotch. My s****r's eyes had welled up. She didn't know where to look. Finally the driver said something in Spanish. I thought I caught the word, &#034Mamacita.&#034 &#034Si, Caesar,&#034 said the passenger. He turned to Mom. &#034He wants you to show your legs now. Go ahead.&#034 Mom glanced over at Ashley and me. There was genuine fear in her eyes. Her jaw actually dropped. She looked like she was going to say something, but stopped herself. Just do what he says; it'll be OK, I thought, recalling what Mom said to her daughter faced with the same dilemma. But I kept my thoughts to myself, and waited with anticipation. The passenger sighed and lifted his gun up. That made Mom move. Mom's skirt was tight, and it took some effort to hike it up her thighs, tugging at one side at a time. She too paused when her skirt was up to her crotch, but with the big guy's insistence, she bunched her skirt up nearly to her waist. Mom was wearing white panties, no surprise since she was wearing a white skirt. But she was wearing pantyhose over them. The triangle of stitching blocked my view of her panty crotch. Still, there was something very erotic about seeing Mom's panties through the thin hose, with her skirt bunched up at her waist, and two strangers looking at her panties. &#034Oh, nice, ...
    Mama,&#034 complimented the passenger. The driver made a chuckling comment in Spanish that turned into a smoker's hack. Mom tried to be stoic, with a firm jaw, but her eyes gave away the fear, humiliation, and helplessness that she no doubt felt. I should have been gallant and averted my eyes, but presented with a sight I've dreamed about, I stared unabashedly at Mom's and Ashley's legs and panties. The passenger looked back at Ashley. &#034Hey, Blondie, are you a natural blonde? Huh? Answer me!&#034 &#034Yes,&#034 Ashley whimpered. &#034Prove it. Show me what's under the panties. Let's see if you're a natural blonde.&#034 Ashley whimpered, and shook her head no. He pointed the gun at me. &#034OK, then b*****r, you do it. Pull her panties aside, or I hit Papa again.&#034 He nudged Dad to make his point. &#034C'mon. Just pull her underwear aside. NOW!&#034 I reached down. My own left hand was trembling. He had no way of knowing how badly I've wanted to see what was under my s****r's panties. Ashley flinched when my hand touched her bare upper thigh. But she said nothing as I placed my hand on her panty crotch. I swear I could feel the warmth emitting from her crotch. As ordered, I gingerly grabbed the side of her panty crotch, and clawed at the fabric. I don't know why I thought it would take some work, like some steel chastity belt, but the thin cotton easily pulled aside. My hand grazed my s****r's pubic hair. She was, as I knew, a natural blonde, although her pussy hair appeared ...
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