I turned left and headed towards the bad part of town. It had
been a very rough week with the company I'd founded and now
co-owned being investigated for various complaints of harassment.
The allegations were true and I was in danger of being sued by
the various young ladies I'd harassed. Also being tossed around
was the idea of me being ousted by the company so that they could
sell to our biggest competitor. Gone were the carefree days where
I was in charge of the company, spending many a lazy Friday
afternoon in my office with an intern. Gone were the days of
emptying my balls into her and firing her when she turned up
pregnant after too many of these Friday afternoons and hiring
another young lady who would perform the same service on me. I
lived the life of luxury, my wife at home happy with her life,
taking care of her many vices, many no doubt involving her
screwing someone else as well. We lived a life of blissful
ignorance and typically didn't see each other but for large
corporate events.

When the allegations of years of sexual harassment as well as
insider trading hit, my wife cashed out and took half of the
estate, running off with a personal trainer from some country
near the equator. My role at the company had since been
marginalized and this particular week had ended on the low note
of being told that they were voting next week and we would likely
be selling to the competition. That I still owned considerable
stock would do me no good as I would probably be out of a job
once the sale took place and would be losing not only my income
but a lot of money to back child support. Money I didn't really
have, to be honest. That was the ultimate, leaving the life of
having to enter the life of needing. In a few weeks, it would
likely be gone so I decided to enjoy it now. That's why I was now
driving into the dark and dangerous neighborhoods, in search of
an escape to help me forget my problems.

I passed a few women who eyed my car and showed a knowing smile.
A car like mine in a neighborhood like this was only looking for
one thing. The first few I passed stopped walking and posed as
though they were modeling for me. I passed them easily. It wasn't
them I was looking for. I passed more as I got closer to the turn
off for the main residential area. Buildings were in worse shape
as I drove on, lights smashed and glass all over empty parking
lots. Groups of adolescents on bikes clustered around long
abandoned bus stops, wisps of smoke visible in the last few
minutes of the day's light. I passed more eager women, their
looks varying but seeming to get worse as I drove. They called
insults to me as I drove past them but I didn't care. Finally, I
spotted the place I wanted to be.

It was a large, extremely run-down grocery store. More groups
clustered outside but a majority of them were milling about as
they laughed and joked, sipping beers and trading insults in
their native language. Most of the men were day-laborers, the
types who would stand around a home improvement store parking lot
asking if there was any work for the day. The day was over now
though and most of them looked tired and sweaty but satisfied at
a long day's work. It wasn't the men I was looking at though it
was the women. As was the case in most of these neighborhoods,
the women were left to care for the many children, pushing a
stroller with two screaming kids while trying to keep a hold of
the ones who were old enough to walk. I had learned all of these
details when my company had done charity work with one of the
many groups in these neighborhoods.

Our company had given into one of the groups and I'd spent an
afternoon being driven around these parts of town. In the
backseat with me was a very cute and idealistic college girl who
implored me to donate to ensure that nice homes could be built
nearby. I made my best compassionate faces while we drove,
alternating my eyes from the college girl's breasts to those of
the brown-skinned women on the sidewalks, walking to the nearby
grocery store to spend their pittance while their kids jibbered
at their sides. It was later that day, after writing my new
college friend's charity a substantial cheque and plying her with
a few drinks to get her to go down on me, that I found myself
unable to get these women out of my mind. Poor women who needed
to make ends meet. The thought of offering a desperate woman
enough money for her to do anything had made me shoot in the
mouth of my young humanitarian friend of the day. Even though she
was one of the women filing a lawsuit against me, it was of her I
thought of as I pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store.

Immediately I was out of place. The many rusted cars parked in
the lot stood out against the dark paint of my sleek and shiny
one. The men stared as my car went past, pulling into a parking
spot in the small area next to the building. The men's heads were
still focused on my car, though their interest died as I stayed
in the car and surveyed the women I could see. Like the
prostitutes I'd passed on the way here, their looks varied. One
was heavy and pushing a stroller away from me but I paid her no
mind, same with the older woman that was making her way towards
me. She looked about my age but had a defeated look to her. I
ignored her as well, scanning the crowd for the perfect
combination of woman. I sat in the car, the tinted windows
keeping anyone from seeing inside, my head swiveling about the
parking lot, trying to find the perfect one. I waited for a long
time, the groups were thinning out as some of the men started to
make their way home to get up for what they hoped was a day of
work tomorrow. I found it easier to see through the crowd now and
after waiting for almost an hour, I spotted her.

She was no model but she had a pretty face and wore baggy clothes
over what looked to be a decent body. She walked into the store
holding her daughter's hand. I guessed the daughter around four
or five years old and the woman at no more than 23. I got out of
the car and walked into the store. It was warm inside smelled
like sweat and old food. My prize started towards one end of the
store and I followed her. I could barely make out her frame
through her baggy t-shirt and sweatpants from behind but she had
a bit of curve to her. Her daughter was still holding her hand as
they walked and I could smell a light perfume of sweat as I got
closer to the woman. She had obviously walked here. "Hi," I said
as I got close enough to talk to her. Nobody was near us and she
turned around to look at me. Brown eyes hidden behind bushy
eyebrows found mine but to my delight, there was a smile on her
face.

"Hi," she said with a thick accent.

I tried to engage her in small talk in English but it was plainly
not her first language. I delved into Spanish and made my move. I
asked whether she had a job and she said no. She was on
government assistance but it didn't pay much for food or housing.
I asked her if she wanted to make some money and she looked at me
for a moment with furrowed eyebrows, which almost blocked her
eyes, but she didn't answer. I looked around, we were definitely
alone in this part of the store, and pulled my money clip from my
pocket. It was a thick stack of bills, most of them hundreds. Her
eyes widened when she saw them and she nodded. I asked her name.
Gabriela.

I asked her whether she was married and Gabriela blushed before
answering that she was but her husband was back home in their
home country because he had a good job working the fields but was
unable to send them both away. She'd gotten a job when she
immigrated with her daughter but the restaurant she'd found work
at had closed. I recognized the name of the restaurant as one
that my company had bought out just to get the land that they
were on. My dick stiffened at the thought that I'd put Gabriela
in this position. Our conversation continued as she shopped,
fewer and fewer customers around us. Gabriela was a bit of a
chatterbox once we'd been talking a little, not stopping until we
got to the cash register. She sheepishly reached into her pocket
and pulled out a small, thin wallter with a few crumpled bills. I
waved her off and paid in cash. She smiled and thanked me. We
stepped outside with her bags and continued making small talk.
Her daughter finally got bored and started to mull around us on
the sidewalk in front of the store while we talked. Gabriela's
eyes roamed to her daughter every few seconds, allowing me to
sneak glances at both her and her daughter when she looked away.

The daughter was Gabriela in miniature. Dark brown hair hung to
her shoulders and, like her mother, her body was covered by
ill-fitting clothes that definitely had not always belonged to
her. I didn't always have the attraction to girls her age but
truthfully my interest in women had dwindled in the last few
months to be replaced by a desire to find girls I could have fun
with who would not end up pregnant and suing me for child
support. I'd left the country on business after my wife left me
and in one particular country I discovered the wonderful perks of
having money in such a poor part of the world. When I'd waved
money at the corrupt cops who were working as guards for me and
asked for a young girl to be brought to me, not only hadn't I
expected for her to be not much older than Gabriela's daughter
but also that she was one of the corrupt police officer's niece.
He took the hefty finders fee that I promised and I certainly had
a memorable night! One night with her had made me cum more than
any intern had in years and I'd returned her, swollen and tender,
to her uncle while I dreamed of the next night this would be able
to happen.

Even though I was taking an interest in her daughter, I couldn't
help but notice that Gabriela's baggy t-shirt hid a nice pair of
breasts that I didn't doubt were healthy C's. Her hips were wider
than most women but she definitely was not fat. I was looking at
the curves of her hips through her shabby clothes when she caught
me. Her eyes found mine but I didn't back down. I smiled at her
and asked her again if she wanted to make some money, pulling out
a $50. This time her eyebrows didn't furrow and her eyes
immediately widened. She called her daughter back over to her and
I smiled more. "Yeah, get her," I said with definite meaning,
"you'll make more money that way." Gabriela was stunned at these
words and grabbed her daughter's hand. I asked her why she was
running away from a money-making opportunity but she didn't
answer, choosing to walk away from me down the sidewalk. I caught
up to her and stepped in front of her. In Spanish I told her that
if she left, she could kiss any money I had goodbye forever.

"Police," she said in her heavy accent and I laughed at her.

"Gabriela, I have a lot more than this pocket full of money," I
said, pulling out the stack of bills from my wallet to join the
$50 in my hand. "You think a man with money worries about police?
You think I can't go to the government assistance people and make
sure that you lose your assistance?" Tears formed in her eyes as
the lights in the store turned off.

There was a beat where she seemed to think about this. That beat
turned into a moment which turned into almost a full minute of us
standing there. Two employees of the store walked up from behind
her and excused themselves when they passed by me. This was
Gabriela's chance. She looked at the employees and the thought
seemed to cross her mind but she saw me putting my money away and
said nothing as they walked towards their cars. "Good girl," I
said quietly, noticing the leer in my voice. I told her that I
knew that she didn't have a car and would be more than happy to
give her a ride home. The store was closed now and she and I were
the only ones in front of it. Gabriela thought about this but I
could see it spinning around in her head that she really didn't
have much of an option now. There was nobody around to help her
and my words about having enough money to not worry about police
were probably spinning around in her head too. She nodded and
gripped her daughter's hand. I gestured her towards my car which
was the only one left in the lot now. She started to walk and I
was not far behind her.

My pants were tight just with the thought of the night in front
of us. We got near the car and I unlocked it, telling Gabriela to
put her daughter in the back seat. She opened the back passenger
door and had barely helped her daughter inside when I made my
move. Gabriela jumped up from the door as my hand swept under her
shirt and felt bare skin. My other hand closed the door and the
child safety locks were activated with the girl in the car. She
had shrieked at first but was now looking out at us as though
curious what I was doing to her mother in the deserted parking
lot. My hands groped up Gabriela's slightly fleshy belly and up
towards her breasts. She squirmed at my touch but I spun her
around and pushed her against the car, roughly lifting her shirt
up and off before I did so. Her breasts were barely contained in
the well-work bra that was obviously too small for them. I could
see the cheap, white nylon and spandex were already so worn out
that the fabric that connected the straps to the cups on both
sides was barely holding on. Without bothering to care, I grabbed
both cups and pulled them away from the straps of the bra.

Gabriela shrieked now and tried to cover up as the bra ripped
right off her body but I laughed and tossed the bra on the
ground. Her breasts had wonderful and natural sag, she had no
doubt been well-endowed before she'd had her daughter and the
pregnancy had only helped them. I weighed each of them in my
hands and despite her protests I tweaked each of her nipples
roughly with my fingers before fixing my mouth on her left tit.
It jiggled as she tried to fight me off but I didn't care. Her
nipple hardened in my mouth and I quickly switched to the other.
She had big brown nipples that seemed to get warmer as they
hardened. I reached between us and started to untie her
sweatpants but thought better of it. There was no need to get her
naked now, in a grocery store parking lot, when she had a
perfectly good place to get not only herself but her daughter
naked.

I pulled my keys out of my pocket, hard to do with the erection I
had, and unlocked the passenger door. "Get in," I said, opening
the door. She obeyed and I closed the door behind her. I could
hear her start to talk to her daughter in the backseat as I
crossed to the other side of the car. I got into the driver's
seat and started the car. Gabriela's voice was quiet and stunned
as she continued talking to her daughter, telling her in Spanish
that everything was good she was just making some money. I let
the car idle for a few minutes and took in the sights in the
front seat while I waited. Gabriela's nipples were still hard in
the chilly air conditioning and I reached out to touch her heavy
tits. Gabriela tried to resist my touch but I was persistent and
she eventually gave up and allowed my touching to continue. She
had her daughter hushed after a few minutes and my hand found
hers and brought it to my crotch. She drew her hand back as she
felt the hardness in my pants. She shook her head repeatedly and
tried to back away but there was only so much room in the car.
"Let's bring her up front then," I said quietly, nodding towards
the backseat. Gabriela shuddered but moved forward. Tears were
starting in her eyes now but I barely noticed them as I felt her
fingers fumble with the zipper on my pants.

Her hand was surprisingly soft as it encircled me and started to
stroke. For a few moments in the car there was silence but for
the rustling of Gabriela's hand against the material of my pants,
Gabriela sniffling and her daughter trying to move in the back to
see what was going on. I reached under the seat and pushed it
back slightly, giving me more room from the steering wheel. I
looked in the rear mirror and saw her daughter craning her neck
to see her mother's hand. I smiled into the mirror at this.
Gabriela watched me do this but didn't understand what I was
doing until I reached up to her head and pulled it toward me.
"Suck," I said but she resisted again, shaking her head and
taking her hand away from me. I lost my patience. Not caring that
my hard dick was poking out of my pants, I got out of the car and
went around to the passenger door, pulling out the surprised
woman and slamming the door behind her.

"You want money, Gabriela?" I said, pushing her bare skin against
the back passenger window. "Showing me these fat tits ain't
enough!" I roughly groped her and I finished in Spanish so that
she would best understand me, telling her that we were going to
have fun tonight and the best way for her to make money was to
start doing what I told her. I groped her again. She nodded. I
told her to give me the wallet in her pocket and get back in the
car. She complied immediately.

I got back inside and locked the doors before looking in the
wallet. I found a few dollars and three cards. One was a food
stamp card, one had information for her government assistance on
it and the last was a state issued photo ID. I turned on the
overhead light and saw her picture on it, the same face, the same
eyebrows and the same smile she'd worn when we first met. I also
saw her address and entered it into the navigation system. I put
the cards back in the wallet and pocketed it. She lived about six
miles away. I leaned back in the seat and my cock flopped to the
side towards her. I nodded at her and gestured to my dick.
Without a word, she leaned across the front seat and took me in
her mouth. I groaned as her warm mouth engulfed me and I backed
the car out to begin slowly making my way towards the exit of the
deserted lot. Gabriela's technique was sloppy but in a good way.
Her tongue was active and swirled expertly around the tip of me.
Her daughter sat up in the backseat to see now. I put my left
hand on the wheel and reached behind me with my right, feeling
her belly through the thin t-shirt in my hand. She didn't pull
away.

For the short drive the only sounds in the car were Gabriela's
lips slurping and smacking around me. I made two turns before my
navigation system told me that Gabriela's apartment was on the
left. I knew it was an apartment because her ID had an apartment
number listed. The duplex apartments were newer looking but
small, cheaply made and very close together. There wasn't much of
a parking lot I thought that was because most of the people
likely didn't have cars, but even despite that it seemed as
though the building was not full. Gabriela's mouth popped off of
me as I pulled into the lot. Her eyes found mine and I knew what
she was thinking. She was still topless and her shirt was on the
floor at my feet. Did she dare ask to put it on before we got out
of the car? I asked her if she wanted her shirt and she nodded. I
started to back into a parking spot, my eyes falling on her
daughter who my hand was still touching. "What are you going to
give me?" I asked Gabriela. She blinked twice as though confused
so I repeated the question. She said she didn't know. "Well if
you can't think of anything I guess your neighbors are gonna see
those tits." Her eyes widened at this and seemed to look around
wildly for an idea.

"I finish," she said and started back towards my cock with her
mouth.

"No," I said and I put my hand in her hair to stop her. "Don't
finish me here, take me to your apartment." She looked as though
she wanted to say no but she couldn't think of anything better.
"If you invite me upstairs I'll give you your shirt back." She
thought about this for a few seconds and nodded. I told her in
Spanish as I zipped my achingly hard cock away that if her or her
daughter tried to tell any of the neighbors what was going on
that there would be a lot of trouble. She repeated it to her
daughter word for word and I knew I had her. I handed her the
shirt and she quickly pulled the baggy shirt over her head and
covered herself before I unlocked the car. She grabbed her
grocery bag and let her daughter out of the car. I came around,
locking the car as I went and took her daughter's hand.
Gabriela's eyes widened again but I quelled her with a look.
"What's her name?" I said as I followed her to the last staircase
that was hidden from the road. Isabella.

Isabella's hand fit easily in mine as we walked along the quiet
walkway. Like her mother she wore baggy clothes that did her
small figure no favors. I took her left hand in my left hand and
let her walk in front of me. Gabriela noticed that we'd slowed
down as we rounded a corner out of sight of the parking lot and
looked back to see me brushing Isabella's chest with my hand.
Isabella heeded her mother's words from me and didn't make a
sound. I asked Gabriela if she had neighbors in the duplex and
she shook her head. I guessed in my head that these newer
apartments didn't have people to live in them yet. My hands
brushed across Isabella's chest more deliberately this time,
crouching down beside her on the walkway and wrapping my arms
around her from behind, letting my hands explore her body freely.
Gabriela stood feet away with her eyes the widest they'd been all
night as I touched her daughter. She had certainly taken my words
to heart and seemed unwilling to raise any objection. I stood up
and put Isabella's hand back in mine and told Gabriela to lead
the way to the apartment.

Her key was in the lock in a short amount of time and the three
of us entered the apartment. It was very cramped despite the fact
that it was almost void of furniture. We entered a living room
that held nothing but a small love seat that she must have gotten
out of the trash as it had several tears in the fabric and was
showing wood near the bottom. The floor was carpeted throughout
except the kitchen which was equally small and cramped, housing a
small refrigerator and plain stove. The smell became noticeable
as I took a few steps inside. Dirty clothes were strewn all over
the floor in the first room and down a short hallway that I could
see a bathroom at the end of. I guessed that the bedroom was down
there as well. Gabriela looked uncomfortable as my hands found
her daughter again but there was nothing she could do. "Put your
food away," I said quietly, my hand snaking down Isabella's shirt
to rest just above her butt. As she walked the few steps to the
small kitchen and I heard the refrigerator door open I whispered
into Isabella's ear, "you want to make some money like mummy?" I
didn't know if she understood English or not but got my answer
when she nodded. I reached into my pocket and felt my money clip.
I had some small bills left from when I'd paid tolls stuffed in
my pocket and I produced a dollar. Isabella's eyes found it in
the dim light of the apartment. "Take your shirt off," I
whispered in her ear. Isabella's shirt joined the piles of dirty
clothes on the floor just as Gabriela reappeared from the
kitchen.

My eyes were closed and my hands freely travelling up her hips to
her belly and her chest. I opened my eyes and saw Gabriela
standing there. She'd stopped in the doorway coming out of the
kitchen and seemed to be unable to comprehend what was going on.
"Take your shirt off too," I said. Gabriela seemed to hesitate as
though her body was frozen. I reached in my pocket, pulled out a
dollar and showed it to Isabella. "Tell mummy to take her shirt
off," I whispered. She did. Gabriela's shocked face disappeared
momentarily as the baggy t-shirt came up and over her head and
was tossed down onto the messy floor. Her breasts swung as she
walked across the room, transfixed by what she was seeing. As she
got closer I let my hand slip down Isabella's belly towards the
waistband of her too large sweatpants and slid my fingers easily
inside. Isabella stiffened as my hand cupped her sex through her
thin cotton panties. I reached my other hand across and untied
the pants. They were so big for her that they fell right down to
her knees. My hand crept lower and came to rest between her
thighs, gently stroking the unblemished skin just below her sweet
hole. "Tell mummy to take your pants off," I said in her ear and
she did so without me even offering her any money.

Gabriela had tears back in her eyes as she lifted each of
Isabella's legs up and slid the pants over her feet and off. The
pantyclad girl felt so amazing in my arms. Gabriela was to the
point where she wanted to look away but it seemed that she was
unable to stop watching my hands trace soft circles around her
daughter's belly and chest. "Join your daughter," I said quietly,
my hands never stopping, "get naked." She obeyed without
hesitation this time. Her sweatpants were just as large as
Isabella's had been and her panties were as faded and shabby as
her bra had been. I had no doubt that she'd bought even the
underwear at a secondhand store. Gabriela's pussy hair had not
been trimmed in some time, not bushy but still unkempt. Her
clothes joined the pile on the floor and I suddenly felt very
overdressed. "Help mummy take my clothes off," I whispered in
Isabella's ear. She turned towards me as I stood up and began
untucking my shirt from my pants. I'd worn a suit and tie to the
office today but realized now that I was loosening my tie that
I'd left the jacket in my office. I certainly didn't give a shit
as I felt two pairs of hands unfastening buttons on my shirt and
pants.

I smiled when Isabella pulled my underpants down and almost got
hit in the face as my cock sprung loose from them. Gabriela
seemed to be trying to ignore the fact that her daughter was
undressing me as she was working my shirt. When it was off of me,
she didn't throw it on the floor but placed it on an empty hook
behind the front door. In response to her apparent kindness, I
took the $50 from my pocket and held it in my hand. When Isabella
picked up my pants and jockeys from the floor and handed them to
me I produced my money clip from my pocket, from which I peeled a
hundred dollar bill and asked Gabriela to get her daughter naked.
Quickly, the three of us stood naked in the tiny apartment and I
told Gabriela that we should go to the bedroom. She seemed to
hesitate again when she saw her daughter and myself staring at
each other's nakedness. She seemed to acquiesce when my hands
reached out and squeezed each of her heavy breasts with the cash
in my hand. She took the money and started towards the kitchen
while I pushed Isabella in front of me and led the two of us down
the hall to the small bedroom at the end of it.

It was barely big enough for the bed that was inside it. More
clothes, clean I guessed, were folded haphazardly and all over
the floor. I stepped over them as Gabriela entered the room with
us, clicking a dim lamp on the dingy night table before easing
herself onto the small bed. The bed was likely a twin bed,
probably not big enough for the both of us to lay side-by-side.
There was a very faded set of sheets on the mattress and no
headboard, just a set of lumpy, mismatched pillows at the head of
the bed where I guessed Gabriela fell asleep every night. I made
my way next to the head of the bed with Isabella behind me,
standing on more piles of clothes. The bed was short and
Gabriela's feet dangled off the end. I bent my knees a little to
lower my hardness near Gabriela. She got the message and resumed
her work from the car. The tiny bedroom was now full of nothing
but my soft moans of pleasure and the sounds of Gabriela's wet
blowjob. I felt Isabella creeping up behind me and turned to look
at her with a smile on my face. "This is how mummy makes money,"
I said quietly, taking in the sight of Isabella's eyes watching
her mother slide her tongue on my cock.

"Why?" Isabella said, speaking for the first time that night.

"Because it makes me feel really good," I said, "just like it'll
make your mummy feel good when I give her money." Isabella moved
closer to watch and I put my hand out to touch her soft skin.
Gabriela continued her work while my hands roamed her daughter's
body. After a few minutes I could tell that Gabriela was getting
tired. She was trying so hard to make me cum as if making me cum
would make me disappear. She popped me out of her mouth to catch
her breath and without missing a beat, I gripped my shaft and
turned towards Isabella. "You can make me feel good like mummy
does," I said. It wasn't a request and she seemed to understand
this immediately. I looked down for a split second at Gabriela
who had the familiar look of surprise in her eyes as Isabella's
hands came up to slowly stroke me before I pushed my hips forward
towards her face. She took the tip of me in her warm mouth and
her inexperienced tongue rolled around for a few moments.

"Show her," I said to Gabriela and she sat up in the bed and
moved so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Isabella
took me out of her mouth and Gabriela took me in her hand. She
flicked her tongue along the underside, along the head and just
at the tip before taking it back in her mouth. Isabella didn't
look away but watched as her mother's tongue swirled around me. I
stopped her and turned back to Isabella who took it back in her
mouth a little clumsily but her tongue moved with a little more
purpose this time. They traded for a little while, my hands
alternating between Gabriela's large breasts and Isabella's
smooth and flat chest. Finally I felt the need for more. "Lay
back," I instructed Gabriela and she found the position she'd
been in when she first got on the bed, feet dangling off the end.
There was barely room for me to lay next to her so I didn't. I
told her to spread her legs as I lay down between them and found
the tip of my hardness pulsing just outside her opening.

Without waiting I pushed inside of her. Her pubic hair tickled me
as our bodies came together but I hardly noticed as I impaled
myself on her. Gabriela was barely wet enough for me to enter her
but thanks to the combination of her and Isabella's saliva, my
cock made its way inside without much resistance. I pulled myself
back and pushed forward again. The small bed protested these
movements but I didn't care. Gabriela's tits bounced with each
thrust and I told her to cross her arms to hold them more in
place. I gave each nipple a bite as she did, they still shook
with each heavy thrust I made into her body but less so now.
Isabella was inches away from us at the side of the bed. "Touch
mummy's tits," I said. I could tell that Gabriela didn't like
this word but that look changed when her daughter brought her
hand towards a jiggling tit and cupped it softly. "Harder than
that," I coaxed her, slowing my pace to prevent them from moving
so much. She did as she was told, giving her mother's heaving
breast a squeeze.

"What are you doing?" Isabella asked me, her eyes traveling down
her mother's ample chest and slightly plump belly towards the
place where I had entered Gabriela.

"Grownups do this when they want to have fun and make each other
feel really good," I said, pushing back inside Gabriela as I
spoke, "it's how babies are made." Isabella's eyes widened as her
mother's often did. "Some grownups do this to make money," I
continued as I felt my breath getting shorter, "you and your
mummy need money. I have money but I can't just give money away
for nothing. I like to feel good like this. So your mummy and I
are giving each other what we want."

Isabella thought about this for a few minutes while the air was
punctuated with sounds. There were the slaps of my body meeting
Gabriela's, the creaking of the shitty mattress under our weight
and Gabriela's breathing becoming throaty as her body fought a
losing war with the feelings of a budding orgasm. "If that's how
babies are made," said Isabella in a quizzical tone, "does that
mean you are making a baby now?" I grunted and felt myself
getting closer to cumming, pushing deeper inside of Gabriela
while her daughter stood next to the bed. I nodded again at
Isabella to answer her question and her eyes opened in wonder.
"Can I have a baby?" she said as she watched her mother's face.
Gabriela's eyes had been closed but opened as soon as the words
had left her daughter's mouth. I looked at her and smiled before
looking back at Isabella.

"Not yet," I said, slowing my thrusting down almost to a stop,
"but we can have fun like your mummy and I are having."

"Will I make money too?" I nodded and started fucking Gabriela
again, aching to cum so I could play with Isabella. As much as
the naked girl interested me, I'd never taken myself out of a wet
 pussy without filling it with cum. My nod that Isabella would
make money seemed to satisfy her because she didn't ask any more
questions but watched as I was now pushing my entire length in
and out of her mother. I leaned into Gabriela, pushing her legs
back as I did, and got close to her ear.

Her body shuddered as I whispered, "You're a good girl, Gabriela.
You'll be raising my baby soon. I'm gonna play with your baby
when I'm done with you. You're not the only one who's gonna be
filled with my cum tonight." With that, I pushed as deep inside
her as I could and felt the explosion. Gabriela's muscles
tightened and her pussy muscles were next as she shook with a
nearly silent orgasm. I shot deep, knowing that I was soaking her
depths with the same cum that had been proven to be extremely
fertile. Each pulse of my body was answered by a tightening
around my cock as she felt the after effects. After a few more
pulses, I pulled out of her and got to my feet next to the bed.
Gabriela still lay there, legs spread as my cum drooled out of
her now slightly swollen pussy.

Isabella stood next to the bed alternately looking at her mother
laying on her back still breathing heavily and me crouched in the
mess on the floor rooting through clothes. Finally I found a pair
of very used black panties and handed them to Gabriela, telling
her to put them on. It was not a request and she understood this
as she immediately lifted her ass in the air and pulled them on.
I walked naked from the room and back to my pants to retrieve my
money clip, peeling off another two $100 bills as well as taking
the small bills from my pocket and walking the short distance
back to the bedroom. Gabriela was sitting up on the bed and
having a whispered discussion with Isabella. I caught the tail
end of it in Spanish, Gabriela was asking her daughter to not do
what she'd done as Isabella was too young. I retorted back in
Spanish that Isabella deserved to have some fun too and their
conversation broke off. Gabriela's face showed anxiety as I got
closer and sat on the bed next to her. Isabella moved to be in
front of me and before I put my hands back on her, I handed
Gabriela the two $100 bills. She stared at them and her face
turned to one of acceptance as she could see no way of getting
out of this. I was going to keep handing her money because I had
plenty of it.

I told her in Spanish that she was to keep the panties on and
could stay if she wanted to but we needed space on the bed. She
got up and walked clumsily towards the door, her steps were
uneven as she walked on the large piles of clothes across the
room and I heard her open the refrigerator, leaving me alone with
her daughter. I asked Isabella if she wanted to make some money.
She nodded eagerly. I lay against the pile of pillows and pulled
her towards me, letting her lay on the large wet spot where her
mother had just cum. I put the small bills and my money clip on
the rickety table where the dull light still came off the lamp. I
pulled a dollar from the table and told her to kiss me for it.
She turned so we were facing each other and gave me a peck on the
lips. I explained to her how grownups kissed before we practiced.
My hands found her ass and pulled her towards me in the tiny bed,
knowingly poking her with my hardening cock. We practiced kissing
for a while, her tongue moving awkwardly against my own but I got
my dollar's worth as she was completely indifferent to my
wandering hands.

I held up her dollar as we stopped a very wet kiss and her smile
was wide as I handed it to her. While she looked for a place to
put it I reached up and grabbed another dollar from the table.
She perked up as she saw the money, placing her own bill down on
the bed between us. I told her to put her hands around my cock
just like she had before when she'd put it in her mouth. My cock
throbbed as she put her hands on me and started to stroke. I
moaned my approval and she continued for a bit as my hands lazily
found their way between her legs and touched her little pussy.
She tensed as my fingers pried her tiny lips apart and gently
traced a circle around her entrance. "This is where I just tried
to make a baby with your mummy," I whispered, "the man puts his
cock, the thing in your hands right now, inside you here and
fills it with cum like I filled your mummy." She didn't reply,
she just stroked me slowly, my cock still slick with my own cum
as well as her mother's pussy juice. "You're too small to have a
baby," I went on quietly, "but we can try to practice." I felt
her head move to look up at me.

"Will it hurt?" Isabella asked me.

"At first," I said with a nod, "but then it'll feel so good." She
seemed to be thinking about it. "But you can make a lot of money
like mummy." That sealed it. I felt her nod against me. "We'll
have to do some more work before we can practice that though," I
said. I stopped her from stroking me and moved on the bed, laying
on my back against the pillows and adjusting her between my legs.
"Remember how you and mummy put my cock in your mouth?" She
nodded. I reached up and pulled down two dollars. "Do it again,"
I said, waving them at her. Without hesitation I was inside of
her warm little mouth while she tried to swirl her tongue in the
way her mother had. Her mouth was inexperienced but she had a
desire to prove herself which certainly helped as she started to
rock her head up and down, barely taking the tip in her mouth all
the way but making me sigh with happiness all the same. "Lick it
all around like mummy does." She obeyed, she'd learned very
quickly from the up close experience she'd had with her mother
and had gripped near the top of my cock and started to lick from
her hand down to the base. I felt the bed creak next to me and
opened my eyes to see Gabriela sitting next to me.

Her face wore the same anxious look that it had at times tonight
but her eyes were unable to look away from her daughter eagerly
licking my hardening cock from tip to base. I reached out and
touched her breast and it snapped her out of her daze. I asked
her if she had any baby oil and it seemed to confirm her fear of
what Isabella and I had been talking about in the almost hour
that she'd left us alone. She asked me in Spanish if it had to
happen and I told her that it was what I wanted. I would do my
best not to hurt her but they would both be well compensated. It
felt like a dream laying there, my cock being bathed by a little
beauty while I talked to her mother. Gabriela seemed to think
about this and I thought that the money thing was starting to
wear thin. She'd already made $350 tonight and I questioned
whether or not I could continue to rule over her with nothing but
the promise of money. I reached over to the table and pulled
three more hundreds off my clip and showed them to her. Her eyes
were locked on the money as I waved it further down my body
towards her daughter who was still eagerly giving me head.

Gabriela's hand came forward and took the bills from my hand. I
stopped Isabella's mouth and repositioned her on the bed so she
was on her back. She was a slight girl, not fleshy like her
mother but on the skinny side. Her skin was as brown as her
mother's and just as smooth though and I felt the delightful
feeling of the smooth skin on her inner thighs as I found my
place between her legs. My cock was now so hard that it hurt. It
was impossible to tell that I'd emptied myself not an hour ago
inside the woman now reentering the room with a small bottle of
baby oil. "Mummy is gonna help us practice," I said soothingly to
Isabella as she looked at the bottle in her mother's hand. She
squirted a thin line up from the base of my cock to the tip and
stroked me a few times to let it sink in. She had started to
close the bottle up when I stopped her. "I would add a little to
your daughter," I said with a nod in front of me. My cock was
resting inches away from Isabella's entrance when I felt
Gabriela's hand reach down and splash a small stream of oil onto
her daughter's sex. She hesitated. "I would make sure that some
of that oil gets inside of her little pussy," I advised.

Gabriela's fingers spread the smooth oil from the very tip top of
her daughter's pussy down to her entrance. "Push a finger in," I
said quietly. She paused but she did so. Isabella inhaled quickly
at the feeling of her mother's finger inside of her and I pushed
my hips forward. Gabriela's hand was in the way momentarily but
within seconds I could feel my slick hardness pressing against
the girl's warm entrance. I reached down and aimed at her tiny
entrance, feeling the heat envelop me as the tip just crossed the
threshold. It was all I could fit in, even as I moved my hips
forward a little more. Isabella was thrashing under me but I
didn't care. I pulled back a little and felt my oil soaked cock
slip a little further insider her than it had been. She gave a
groan of pain but I repeated my movements, eventually sinking
almost halfway inside of her, where I felt a lot of resistance
and knew I was unlikely to go any deeper. I started to pull back
out only to push back into the girl. Gabriela got up from the bed
as I started this and I could hear her clumsy footsteps over the
mass of clothes strewn on the floor before the bedroom door
closed behind us.

The room was soon full of sounds of the creaking mattress, my
moans of pleasure at the tightness surrounding my hardening cock
and Isabella's whimpers of pain slowly turning to those of quiet
tolerance. I didn't know whether she could feel pleasure from
this as her body was still undeveloped but the tightness around
me was too much to make me even think about stopping. I seemed to
be sinking deeper inside of her with each thrust as the baby oil
did its job and Isabella had not once asked me to stop or slow
down. I looked down and her eyes were closed tight and her mouth
was slightly open. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mouth
and slipped my tongue inside. Her tongue stirred after a moment
and met mine so we were now tongue kissing as we'd just
practiced. I started to increase my tempo, reaching down to grip
her little hips. I was now pushing as deep inside of her as I
could. I was still unable to impale her all the way but I didn't
want to, knowing that would break her cherry. I had found
contentment in having half of my erection sliding in and out of
her little cunt.

I felt the familiar sensation of an impending climax. That I'd
cum not long ago didn't matter, I could feel a big load coming
on. Isabella must have been feeling it too because she let out a
quiet moan and I felt her body shudder before her head rolled to
one side and it seemed that she passed out. Maybe she had been
able to feel pleasure from our sex. I pushed in and felt the
tight resistance that was her cherry hold strong as it was
blasted with my cum. I moaned and held myself in place as best I
could, though the first wave of my orgasm had knocked me out of
Isabella's tight pussy. I opened my eyes and felt the orgasm
surging through me as I unsuccessfully tried to push my swollen
cock back inside her, instead spraying her bald pussy with heavy
strands of boiling hot cum. When the last of my cum had dripped
out of me I collapsed next to the girl in the tiny bed, my air
coming in great and heavy breaths while I lay with a wilting
erection next to the body of the small girl passed out next to
me.

The bedroom door opened and Gabriela reappeared next to the bed.
She took in the sight of me laying next to her daughter, her
daughter passed out with cum leaking out of her and her sex
soaked in it as well, and tears filled her eyes again. I told her
in Spanish that I'd not taken her daughter's virginity, that
she'd passed out from the pleasure and that I'd done everything
in my power to not hurt her. This seemed to steel her resolve
because she took a very deep breath and told me that it was time
that I left. I smiled at her and asked if that was so. She
nodded, looking fearful. I told her that I didn't think it was,
as I still wanted to fuck her again. She shook her head and said
that she'd had enough tonight, that she hadn't wanted her
daughter to be treated like this and that she was grateful that
they had the money now but that things had gone too far. I got up
from the bed, climbing over the passed out girl and stood next to
Gabriela. She was shorter than me, even standing on the piles of
clothes, and still wore the black panties that I'd ordered her to
leave on.

"You think it's time for me to go?" I asked her, advancing on her
while she backed away from me. She nodded but I continued, "you
think you have any control over when I leave?" I laughed at her.
"I filled you up with cum a little while ago and I am gonna do it
again. These," I grabbed her hips, "are made for carrying babies.
These," I grabbed her breasts roughly, are made for feeding them
and this," I rubbed her belly, "is gonna get big again when I'm
done with you. You're gonna have another baby," I leered at her
as she finally reached the wall of the bedroom and looked
horrified as I told her these things, "I'm gonna fill you with
cum over and over again until I'm satisfied that you're pregnant.
Why you think I'm giving you all this money?" She shook her head
but I picked her up and carried her thrashing body back over to
the bed where I laid her roughly on the now soaked sheets of the
small mattress. I rolled Isabella over in the bed to make room
and climbed beneath Gabriela's legs again. I started to push my
hardening cock against her panty covered pussy.

I moved the worn fabric out of the way and felt the cold cum
leaking out of her. Helped by the fact that I was still slick
from the baby oil I'd used to fuck her daughter, I entered
Gabriela again. She fought me a little at first but after a few
deep thrusts where I could still feel the pools of my seed, she
seemed to understand that this was not a negotiable situation.
She was to spread her legs and fuck me. I felt something brushing
against my leg and looked down to find the four dollars that I'd
given to Isabella to get her to kiss me as well as stroke and
suck my cock. I stopped thrusting and reached down to show
Gabriela. Tears were in her eyes again as she saw the amount of
money. "This is all it took," I said with a nod to her daughter
who was still passed out in the bed next to us, "for me to get
her to play with me." Tears fell down Gabriela's face as I stuck
the ones to her daughter's cum covered pussy. "And the money I
paid you tonight is nothing to me either. All it took for me to
fuck you and your daughter was pocket money." I started to fuck
her again.

She didn't raise anymore protests over the next few hours that I
was there. That didn't stop me from keeping her legs spread and
an almost constant stream of cum flooding her insides though.
Isabella did not wake up as I filled her mother with my cum for a
second and third time. By the time Isabella's eyes fluttered
open, the sun had started to rise through the very modest bedroom
window and I'd fucked Gabriela so raw that she was having a
difficult time moving. When Gabriela had finally succumbed to
sleep in the cum-soaked bed I'd taken Isabella to the small love
seat in the living room. I'd laid Isabella down on the dirty
couch and tried to fuck her again but her pussy was too swollen
so I settled for sitting back and relaxing while her little mouth
worked me until thin spurts of cum dribbled into her mouth. I
pulled her up with me and fingered her swollen little box until
she passed out again.

I dressed quietly in front of the passed out girl in the living
room. Gabriela didn't stir as I took my money clip from the table
in the bedroom. Both were exhausted from their night of wonderful
perversion. As I tucked my money clip back in my pocket, I
thought fleetingly that I should wake Gabriela up as a courtesy.
I doubted very much whether Gabriela would be able to tell that
I'd given her and her daughter fake money. Only a stupid man
would carry that much real cash in a neighborhood like this! I
decided to let it be a surprise for her as I took one last grope
of Isabella's nakedness on my way out the door.

A few minutes later I was driving out of Gabriela's neighborhood
and back towards the highway. This had indeed been an escape and
I felt much better about my problems.

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