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. wojonowski@hushmail.com