Michael Jaegger - Captive family

"Ohhhh, yeah! Give it to me!" she screeched, her pussy convulsing about his throbbing prick. "Unnggghhhh, I'm cumming too! Ohhh, I love cock… love your big hard cock! Ummmmmmmm, come in my cunt and I'll suck you off and you can lick my pussy and… ohhhhhh, I don't ever want to stop cumming!" Bobby slammed his prick into her hard, fucking the girl with such force that her whole body quivered with the power of his thrusts. They were both so engrossed in intense, mutual orgasm that neither of them heard the bathroom door open.

"Jesus, Bobby! I said to watch her, not fuck the living daylights out of her!"

Bobby spun around and saw his mother in the bathroom doorway. He expected her to be angry or jealous or something. But to his surprise, Cathy stood there with a faint smile on her face.

"Sorry, Mom," he said, pulling his wilting cock from the girl's cunt. "I was so horny I couldn't help it!"

"I can see why," Cathy observed, staring at the girl's naked body with appreciative eyes. "But we haven't got time for fun and games. Somebody is gonna miss her real soon. We've gotta get out of here right now."

"Did you find us some wheels, Mom?"

"Yeah, I think so. There's a van parked out front and I think the keys are in the ingition."

"Alright!" said Bobby enthusiastically. "Lets hit the road!" Bobby started to put his clothes on, but his mother tapped him on the shoulder.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Son?" she smiled, pointing at the half-naked girl standing silently beside him.

"Oh, yeah! What are we gonna do with her, Mom?"

"Tie her up and leave her here, silly. She won't be able to tell the cops which way we went. Besides we'll be long gone before anyone finds her."

The girl stepped forward and looked at them with big round eyes.

"Take me with you, please!" she pleaded, grabbing Bobby's arm. He instinctively put his arm around her slender frame, holding her luscious young body close as the girl pressed against him.

"Can we, Mom?" said, Bobby. "She won't be any trouble. I'll look after her."

Cathy almost laughed. Her son sounded for all the world like he had just brought home a stray puppy he wanted to keep. She looked at the girl and saw something in her deep soulful eyes.

"Shit, kid! What about your family?" asked Cathy. "They'll have the cops our tail for kidnapping if we let you tag along!"

"My father runs this dump," explained the girl. "Well, he's my stepfather really, and ever since my mother died a year ago, he fired the maid and made me do all her work. Sometimes at night, after he's been drinking, he makes me suck off his crummy friends for money."

"Jesus, what a creep!" said Cathy, stroking her back. "Does he make you fuck them too, honey?"

"No, he keeps that little treat for himself," said the girl with more than a little contempt in her voice. "The old bastard's been getting into my pants since I was twelve!"

Cathy looked at the expression on the girl's face and her cold heart melted.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Amanda, but I prefer Mandy," replied the girl.

"Okay, Mandy!" grinned Cathy. "You're now officially one of the gang."

"So what are we waiting for?" grinned Bobby. "Let's get the fuck out of here!"

Cathy grabbed her bag and carefully opened the motelroom door. She looked about cautiously, before stepping outside. Bobby followed, pulling Mandy along behind him.

"Wait, Mom!" he said as they stepped outside. "I've gotta get something from the car, okay?"

"Shit, Bobby, hurry up!" snapped his mother. "Somebody's bound to have reported it already!"

"Don't worry, I won't be long!"

Bobby raced off towards the car, with Cathy and Mandy both watching him nervously. He opened the passenger side door and took something out of the glove compartment, returning moments later with a big smile on his face.

"What the hell are you so damn happy about?" asked his mother.

"Oh, nothing!" replied Bobby, patting his back pocket. "Just a little insurance, Mom, that's all."

The van that Cathy had spotted was still parked in front of the motel, but as they approached, it became obvious that it was no longer unoccupied.

The side door was open and a couple of kids were sitting in the back. One was a dark haired girl, about fourteen years old, the other a red-haired boy, about the same age as Bobby.

"What are we gonna do now, Mom?" said Bobby under his breath. Mandy clung to the boy's side like leech.

"I don't know, Son. Let me think!"

Cathy looked around anxiously for another likely source of transport, but wherever she looked, there were no other cars close by. Then, about two blocks away, she suddenly spotted a police car heading in their direction.

"Jesus! It's the fuckin' cops!"

For several seconds Bobby watched the patrol car cruise towards them, his heart pumping blood to his throbbing temples. Then, with a burst of speed borne out of pure desperation, he made a split-second decision. Putting one arm around Mandy, he grabbed his mother by the arm and dragged them both towards the open door of the van.

"Hey! What the…" gasped the boy in the van as the trio scrambled inside. He didn't finish his sentence, because as soon as the door of the van slid shut behind them, Bobby produced the.38 he'd stuffed into his back pocket and shoved the muzzle of the pistol into the kid's face.

"Shut the fuck up!" he growled, pressing the barrel against the side of the boy's head. "What's your name?"

"Kevin," gasped the boy, staring hatefully at the three intruders.

"Okay, Kevin! Just keep calm and nobody'll get hurt, alright?"

The young girl opened her mouth as if to scream, but Bobby put his hand over her mouth and pointed the gun at her.

"That goes for you too, sweetcheeks!" snarled Bobby. "One word and I'll fuckin' blow both your brains out, okay?"

The girl nodded, her eyes wide with fright.

"What's your name, beautiful?" said Bobby removing his hand from the girl's mouth and placing it on her right tit. He fondled the firm, succulent boob gently through her thin blouse.

"D… Debby," stammered the pretty young brunette.

"Well, Debby, if you and Kevin here want to survive this ride, you gotta promise to be very, very quiet, and do exactly as I say, okay?"

"Okay!" murmured Debby, flinching as the boy's fingers pinched her hard little nipple. "Good…! Now, where's that cop car, Mom?" snapped Bobby, glancing suddenly at his mother. Cathy looked carefully out of the side window.

"It just pulled into the motel carpark… a cop is getting out…" she continued. "He's looking in our car… Shit, Bobby, he's checking the fuckin' license plate… Jesus, we gotta get out of here now!"

"Are the keys in the ignition, Mom?" asked Bobby, keeping his eyes on the two frightened kids. Cathy peered over the front seat, but the keys were gone.

"No, I can't see 'em!"

"Shit!" Bobby thrust the barrel of the pistol under Kevin's nose.

"Where's the fuckin' keys, dipshit?" he demanded. The boy flinched, drawing back away from the gun as if it was a venomous snake about to strike.

"I don't know!" he whined. "Honest!"

Bobby pushed the tip of the barrel into the boy's left nostril, but once he saw the look of defiance in Kevin's eyes, he decided on a new approach.

"Okay, maybe your little girlfriend here will tell me," he growled, shoving the barrel between the girl's thighs. "How 'bout it, Debby? You know where the keys are, sweetheart?"

Kevin reacted violently, trying to grab the gun from Bobby's hand, but Bobby had been expecting something like that. He moved swiftly, hitting the kid sharply across the side of the face.

"Don't ever do that again, shithead!" he snarled, replacing the barrel of the gun back between the girl's thighs. "Or I'll give your little girlfriend here a blow job she'll never forget!" The boy nursed his swollen, bloodied cheek and glared venomously at his attacker.