The words, the suggestion, the command, were there. Simple. Direct. Absolute.
Both women, mother and daughter, trembled.
"Please," Lady Han whispered. Her voice was broken. "Not... not together. Not in front of... please..."
"On the bed," he said. His voice was calm. The instruction, the order, was there. "Both of you."
~ The Bedroom — Mother and Daughter
They were on the bed.
The blind mother, her thick body naked, her enormous tits heavy, her hairy pussy swollen and leaking cum. Her face, still covered in the white bandage, was flushed. Her hands, in her lap, trembled.
Lady Han, her brown body, her full frame, her bigger-than-average boobs, her hairy pussy, was beside her. Her dark eyes, wet, were on her mother. On the cum, the marks, the evidence of what had been done. Her face, the shame, the guilt, the horror, was there.
He stood before them. Naked. Golden. His cock, twelve inches, hard, the head crimson, the shaft veined, was there.
