The handle nestled in the palm of Laura's hand perfectly. She bounced it a little to feel the weight. Stroked it to feel the detail of the finish. Held it out straight, to look down the sight.
"Oh mummy, it's a beautiful present, thank you, I wont have to use yours now"
"Thank goodness. You need to protect yourself, now you're eighteen. If any creep tries anything, you just blow the fucker away."
Laura thrust the barrel of the gun just under her mummy's left breast. The pressure of the barrel pushed in Emily's pale blue sweater, defining her small breasts more strongly. Breasts which heaved with the thrill of her daughter's assault. Laura looked deep into her mother's eyes as she tighted her grip on the trigger.
Emily placed her hands on Laura's out-stretched gun hand, and pushed a thumb inside the trigger guard to join Laura's finger. She pushed her thumb down on Laura's finger. "Like this" she said softly, and forced her daughter to pull the trigger.
The loud hollow click of the gun was surrounded by giggles. Emily pressed her daughter's hand and gun against her breast, and drew the young girl into a tender embrace. She bent down and planted a soft kiss on Laura's forehead. "We'll do some practice this afternoon. So I guess you'll need these too." Emily teased, holding up a large brown bag, full of 9mm ammunition boxes.
Laura hugged her mum. "Thank you mummy, it's the best birthday present ever".
Even on attractive women, and Emily and her daughter were very attractive, ear defenders and protective glasses look silly. They shot together for the best part of an hour. Emily scoring better, being stronger in controlling the heavy handguns. 9mm was really too big for Laura, but Emily thouht it was better that she'd get used to it now, than dink about with little diddy guns. It was a good shoot, but they always left them feeling a bit unsatisfactory.
"I wish we could shoot something proper" Laura mused vacantly in the car.
"Do you want to go up to the woods? We've got plenty of time."
"Yeah! That would be great, thanks mum."
It was good in the woods. They both loved to hunt together. They enjoyed shooting rabbits, and enjoyed tracking deer (though they both felt they were to cute to kill). But best of all, they loved to stalk other hunters, or horsseriders, or best of all, lovers sneaking off into the romantic enclosing privacy of the woods.
So Emily and her daughter sat silently in a hide, normally used by birdwatchers. Emily's arm was round Laura's shoulders, her hand nestled under Laura's arm, touching the side of Laura's pert firm breasts. Though only fourteen, Laura was obviously going to be much better stacked than her mummy's A cups.
This was a favourite time for them. There was something spooky about the relationship they had. To say they were incestuous is to focus solely on the sexual. And while they did have sex together, and had had ever since Laura was a little baby, to concentrate on it is to confuse the simpton with the cause. For Emily and Laura were more like one person inhabiting two bodies. Touching each other was no more an intrusion than a man giving his itchy balls a stratch.
Emily had been like this with Kate, her younger sister, when they were small. People treated them with that caution they usually reserve for identical twins. You know how your never quite sure if they're in some sort of psychic communication. Though Emily, Kate and Laura all very definitately had the same look: bright blonde hair, pale blue eyes set quite far apart, high cheek bones, small faces with big smiles that bloomed at a hint of the vulgar, a suggestion of the naughty. When Laura was born she just joined the charmed circle, and was equally at home nuzzling in the chest of her mummy or Auntie Kate.
Emily and Laura waited in the silence, enjoying the love that flowed between them. Excited by the prospect of a hunt and the possible thrill of a "kill".
"Can I do it for real this time, mummy?"
Emily looked down at her daughter, "It's your birthday, darling. If you want to ... if you can."
Laura wanted to reach up and kiss her mum, but knew if they started to mess about, they'd miss their prey. So she rubbed her hand down the inside of her mummy's thigh till the side of her hand touched Emily's crotch, and gave it the thigh friendly squeeze.
Through the undergrowth a man in his thirties appeared, dressed in hunting garb, and moving very slowly. The girls looked at each other. They both knew that it was Graham, Cheryl's unpleasant dad. Their daughter Ellis often hopped over the back fence to play - a pleasent eleven-year-old tomboy. Graham, on the otherhand, was a bully, abuser and voyeur. He was rotten to his wife and to daughter, and though there was no proof, Emily thought he abused his daughter. And she knew that he would look out of his daughter's bedroom window - the only one the overlooked Emily's back garden. And play with himself while Emily and /or Laura sunbathed topless or naked.
"Go on then" Emily whispered permission. Laura lay prone, peering down the barrel of the gun, tense with excitment. Graham's torso was side on, and Laura didn't want the bullet deflected by a hit on the arm, or butter it's way thourgh his protruding fat belly. But as she tracked the target there was a risk he might not present a better aspect.
"Go on then" Emily whispered, this time as a command. The bang of the bullet shattered the stillness of the woods, and 75 meters away Graham feel over as if someone invisible hand just pushed him over.
Through the distrubed dust in the hide Laura grinned back at her mum, and her mum grinned at her. "Good shot, darling, shall we go and see your kill."
In moments the two women bounded over to the body. It was still twitching and goaning a little. Bloody dribbled out of the corner of the surprised face in short breathless pants - the hunter suddenly cut down as the hunted. The single bullet had obviously hit his back just under his shoulder blade at an oblique angle, had corkscrewed through his chest, and exited out the front, about where his nipple might have been - and a bloody mush was.
"How are you going to finish him off" Emily enquired, running a loving hand down the back of her beautiful daughter's head, lightly combing her hair.
"Well I know ... " Laura put on her 'I'm being the scientist now' voice ... "that I should really just stick this handgun under his jaw, and take the top of his head off ... but it IS my first."
Laura took one step back. Grasped her handgun in both hands, and fired into the man's face, blowing out his right temple, making the bloody head bounce with the impact.
And fired into the man's face again, smashing an eye into oblivion, making the bloody head bounce with the impact.
And fired into the man's face again, perforating the right cheek, making the bloody head bounce with the impact.
And fired into the man's face again, taking out the side of the right temple and splashing grey brain amongst the furns, making the bloody head bounce with the impact.
And fired into the man's face again, spewing more brains out, making the bloody head bounce with the impact.
And fired into the man's face again, collasping the jaw into the back of the head, making the bloody head bounce with the impact.
And fired into the man's face again, splatting the plup of what used to be a cheek, making the bloody head bounce with the impact.
And fired into the man's face again, exposing the nasal cavity, making the bloody head bounce with the impact.
And fired into the man's face again, smashing the back of skulll, making the bloody head bounce with the impact.
And clicked the trigger of the gun with the now empty clip. And clicked again, and again.
Graham had pretty much no head left. Just a plup of bone and gore where Laura had emptied the magazine of her fourteenth birthday present.
Emily removed her hands from over her ears, and a deep total stillness settled around the wood, as Emily and Laura gazed down at Laura's handy-work, enjoying the moment.
"Stratch one pig" Emily quietly sighed, with obvious pleasure ... "I hope the insurance money lets Cheryl and Ellis start over anew."
Laura was still shaking, her hands numb from the recoil. She looked up at her mum with a shy smile. "Mummy," she said with unusal childishness, "I'm afriad I've wet myself".
Emily could see a dark patch on the front of Laura's short fly skirt, and her bare thighs were gleaming wet with pee. She laughed and hugged her daughter to her chest. "It doesn't matter. Take your panties off and we'll go and off some more piggies, or perhaps we can get something a bit more attractive".
They moved deeper into the woods. They quickily caught sight of another bloke, and then a third. Emily shock her head in both cases. "There's not much sport in wasting some sad middle-aged pornchy git" she explained "who's going to care."
"Yeah but mum" Laura whispered back, "it'll be like blowing away Dad!"
"Darling, if you want to off your father, just do it, don't take it out on these sadsters."
They continued in silence towards the next hide, when at the lip of a glade, they stumbled across a young couple making out. Under a beautiful oak tree, where two bikes leaned, the teenage lovers were in mid-fuck. The boy on his knees behind the girl on her hands and knees, pumping her pussy doggie-style with impressive power.
Emily quickly considered the angles as they both crotched down to sight up their guns. She'd of quite liked to have taken them both out, bang bang. But obviously Laura would want to share in the kill, and being a mum is all about putting your kids first. So Emily whispered to Laura to take out the boy first, and together they could have a bit of fun with the girl, and then they'd waste the girl together.
It was a good plan, except Laura raised her head up from her sights and quizzically remarked, "that girl's got balls and a willy". Emily looked again and realised Laura was right: she was a he, and they weren't fucking, they were buggering.
"I just hate blokes with ponytails" Emily remarked in passing, as she stood up and calmly strood over the 15 metres to be up behind them, Laura scurrying behind her mum to catch up. The boy - perhaps a little older than Laura - on his knees doing the humping, never realised what happened. Emily grabbed the hair on the back of his head, yanked it back, stuffed the barrel of her handgun up into the roof of his mouth, and blew his brains out through a large hole that appeared in the top of his skull.
Laura was fascinated to watch the boy's hard long cock slowly ozooze out of the other boy's bottom as his dead body fell backwards. It looked disgusting ... intriguing. Her mum already had her gun in ponytail boy's mouth. Stuck on his hands and knees he only had marginally more idea what was happening that his now dead lover.
"Gordon!" he shouted through the gun barrel.
"Oh pleeeease" Emily scoffed, "Gor ... Don ... is just Gore Gone now. I suppose your name is Collin or something pathetic".
"No" he replied, with ludicous politeness, "my name's Joe".
"Well ...Joe... meet my daughter, Laura. She's got a little brother called ...Jack... Laura, show Joe here what you'd like to do to your brother."
Laura kneeled in from of Joe and pushed her own gun into the middle of Joe's forehead.
"No please, Pleeeease, PLEEEEEASE."
"Bye bye Joe." Laura grinned.
The rapport of the bullet snapped around the tall trees. The boy lay in front of Laura, his head at an awkard angle, the grass beside splattered, his naked botty still sticking up.
Emily helped her daughter up, swung an arm round her, and guided her away, back to the car. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Oh wow mum, it was intense ... you were beautiful, the way you wasted the other one ..., you're just the perfect killing machine, mum. And the way Joe begged ... I think I peed myself again, mum, 'cos when I wasted him I was thinking of doing it to our Jack, and it felt really good, mum, it felt really good."
"Laura, darling, your babbling." Emily mock chidded.
"Yeah. Whatever, mum. But when we get home, could we blow Jack away, mum. Could we stand either side of him, with our guns against each side of his head, and just blow his whole fucking head off. Wouldn't that be so cool. Only his head would make a mess, so we'd have to take our tops off first. And then if he made a mess we could lick him off each other. God, wouldn't that be hot, mum, licking Jack's brains off each others titties!"
Emily threw Laura down on to the soft grass, pulled her own knickers down, and sat firmly on her daughter's face. "Arghhhh" Emily moaned, aroused by her daughter's bloody fantasy, "oh ... I've told you before ... argh ... you can only blow your brother away if he asks you to ... jez, oh, that's it, that's the spot ... argh." Emily bent down to lay over her daughters body, taking care to keep her cunt over her daughter's hot hungry mouth. She lifted Laura's still damp skirt up, to the beautiful jewelled pussy below. Laura trimmed her blonde pubes to just a thin rectangle, pointing down to the hood over her clit. Laura opened her thighs in anticipation of her morther's tongued assault.
Emily took her gun, and gently worked the still warm barrel between her daughter's wet pussy lips, and paused briefly at the entrance to Laura's vagina, before pushing the barrel in. Laura raised her hips slightly in an effort to accommodate the unyielding metal dildo. Emily pulled back Laura clit hood with her fingers, and ran her tongue around Laura's clit, as she slowly fucked her daughter with the gun.
Laura responded with a gush of sticky cunt juice, which blended with the smell and taste of pee in Emily's hot mouth. With her daughter working her own clit, Emily was close to edge. Her body trembled in little judders - a sign Laura recognised, and she knew how to push her mum over the edge. Placing an index finger softly on the entrace to Emily's anus, she wiggled her finger firmly up past her mum's twitching sphinxa, into her mum's anus.
Emily climaxed, slapping her thighs shut thight against the sides of her daughter's head, and grinding her pussy up and down over Laura's nose, mouth and jaw, trying to scrape her clit against anything hard. Before climbing off her daughter's face to protect her over stimulated genitals from further loving attack.
Despite being puffed and blushed, Emily resumed her attack on her daughter. Licking her out with renewed vigour - pumping Laura's cunt witht the gun.
"Oh mummy ..." Laura moaned "shot me ... fire the fucking gun up my cunt ... show me you really love me, waste me."
Emily smipered, "one day, darling, one day I will." Laura's body jittered orgasmic spasams as she imagined her mum shooting her up her cunt, mixed with imagines of blowing off Graham's face repeatedly and shooting those bum boys in the clearing.
As her daughter came, Emily removed the gun form her cunt. Emily licked the cum smeared barrel and ran it round her mouth, before pushing it into Laura's mouth for her to taste her cum cream. Laura knew her mum was pressing against the trigger, tense. One jolt from Laura and she could make her mum blow her head off. For them both, their lives meant nothing, their love meant everything. But before their love destroyed them, there was a lot more fun to be had than just a little practice session in the woods.