Tell her to strip for you
From Create Your Own Story
Mrs. Park, obviously terrified and crying a little, stands. She sways her hips to imaginary music as she unbuttons her shirt and drops it from her shoulders. She's wearing a thick, old, yellowed padded bra that looks like she's had it since the 1980's. She shrugs the straps off her shoulders as she sways, and then unhooks the catch on the back. When it falls away, you're treated to very large breasts, though age has caused them to sag a bit and the nipples are brownish and long. You've seen worse.
She unzips her long dress at the side, and pulls it down over her thick thighs. Her legs aren't bad, a little thicker than you care for, but shapely enough. There are a few blue veins here and there, but you can get over that. Then she strips out of the large white cotton panties, and she has a thick black bush that nearly runs up to her belly button. Not cool, but what can you do.
She sways a bit, running her hands over her body, doing her best to be sexy. You bore with it quickly.
Pushing her down on the bed, you spread her legs open quickly. You lick your palm and pull your cock out to wet it. Mrs. Park swallows hard as you nudge your cock against her nether lips, and you sink the head into her warmth just as you hear the blast of a shotgun from the hall.
You get up in time to hear a second blast, this one shattering the wooden door to shards. A few stray pellets of buckshot enter your leg, and you topple to one knee. Claire steps in, brandishing a twelve gauge. "You asshole!" She says, seeing her mother. She pumps the shotgun and sends an empty shell flying across the room.
"Wait a minute now," you say, holding up a hand and trying to stand. Claire doesn't. She pulls the trigger. The blasts takes your hand apart, and peels off the right side of your face. You're knocked to the ground before you can get the pistol up. Claire steps over you, and wordlessly pulls the trigger again, blowing your head right off your shoulders.
Then they both spit on your corpse.
