Date: Mon, 01 Dec 2003 16:25:43 -0500
From: Regina A <aagina@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Week in the Life (part 2)

Attached is a sequel to my story, "A Week in the Life," which you have in
your Lesbian incest section. I've pasted it below and also attached it as a
text file. Thank you,

Gina

A Week in the Life (part 2) (FF, FFF, Voy)

By Gina Regetti (Comments welcome. Aagina@hotmail.com)


When I awake, I'm alone, and my head aches. I take a few moments to orient
myself, memories of the previous night slowly seeping in. I am not surprised
to find that my body aches in a number of places. It's been years since I've
had sex like that. Pam, in particular, wore me out.

My clearest memory of the night: Pam, fucking me almost savagely with my own
strap-on, each thrust lifting my behind up off the mattress and making me
grunt in response, but my screams muffled by Mary's wet pussy, smothering
me. Somehow, in the midst of this hedonistic ecstasy, I remember Mary
lifting off my mouth for a few moments, long enough for me to glance over at
the door to see the two girls--Paula, my own teenaged daughter, and her
lover Jenna, Pam's daughter--watching us. I remember wondering what was
going through their heads, as they watched me being absolutely ravaged by
the older women. It was the only moment of the night--the rest of which
passed in a blur of flesh and pleasure--that gave me pause. I longed to go
to my daughter, to take her into my arms, to ask her gently what she thought
of me now. But then, the two girls had walked away, hands linked. I knew
that they were heading off for their own night of pleasure.

I rise slowly from the bed, groaning at the discovery of new bits of
soreness. Gingerly, my fingers reach behind me to explore the tender rim of
my anus, which brings back another erotic flash: Mary, fucking my ass from
behind while pushing my face down between Pam's wet thighs, sodomizing me
slow and deep while I cried tears of anguished lust. Carefully, I walk to
the window and look out at the bright, sunny day. No one is visible out by
the pool. I cock my head, listening, but cannot hear a single sound in the
entire house. I put on a short terry robe, and set out to explore, suddenly
anxious to find where everyone is.

On the landing, all is still. I can hear a breeze blowing through the screen
door downstairs, and the distant sounds of the birds from outside.
Otherwise, nothing. I move to the stairs, about to descend, when I happen to
glance towards Paula's door. It's shut. I hesitate, knowing she is probably
in there with Jenna, but something makes me move towards the door. I press
my face against it, listening intently, and am rewarded with whispers, some
noises of rustling covers. Involuntarily, my hand closes on the knob and I
try to turn it, but the door is locked. For a few more moments, I listen,
but it is too hard to tell what is happening inside.

Then I remember the spy cam. I can access the program with my laptop. I
scurry downstairs and retrieve my laptop from the den, popping open the lid
and booting it up. My fingers tremble slightly as I type in the commands,
and several more moments pass before the familiar screen appears, the image
slowly clarifying. I'm expecting to see Paula and Jenna, making love, so
what I see instead makes me gasp.

Jenna is in the room, but with her, instead of my daughter Paula, are Mary
and her mother Pam. All are naked, Jenna lying on her back, her head resting
on Mary's belly. Mary has her hands over Jenna's tits, and I can see the
young girl's hard nipples poking up between her fingers as she massages
them. Pam is belly down on the bed, her tongue buried deep in her daughter's
very wet pussy. She keeps shaking her head in vigorous little side motions
and each time she does this, Jenna throws her head back, apparently in
complete ecstasy. I feel myself getting wet and reach down between my own
thighs to rub my slit. The scene is almost indescribably erotic, and part of
what excites me, I realize, is the feeling of illicitness that comes from
watching my dearest and oldest friend eat her own daughter. That she has
done this with my daughter--as she admitted to me last night--suddenly makes
me feel the slightest twinge of jealousy. But is there anything so wrong
about it? The taboo against incest surely is aimed more at preventing
intercourse between close family members. Should the same censure apply to
lovemaking between a mother and her daughter? Even asking the question seems
absurd. Technically, both Jenna and Paula were underage, but they are
certainly knowledgeable and active sexual participants, as they were now
openly demonstrating!

But no sooner does this thought enter my head than I begin to wonder where
my daughter can be. Is she somewhere in the room with the others, just out
of sight of the camera?

As if in answer to my question, I abruptly hear a new sound. It is the
shower going on in the downstairs spa.

I close the lid to the laptop and move quickly but silently to the lower
level. I know what I am about to do, and now I am moving without hesitation,
my mind already made up. I am more aroused than I've ever been, knowing that
I am about to make love to my own daughter.

I enter the outer spa area, where the jacuzzi, sauna, and changing area are.
The louvered door to the bathroom is closed over, but not tightly shut, and
I can hear the shower clearly now. I drop my robe to the floor and push open
the door, letting the steam caress my body. My nipples tingle and I can feel
the wetness between my legs as I walk. Through the marbled glass, I can see
Paula's naked, lissome body, her back arched as she lets the water course
through her long red hair. A wave of desire sweeps over me, and I open the
door at the far end. As it clicks shut, Paula's eyes open, and when she sees
me she smiles. It's all the invitation I need, and I move in closer to
embrace her, sighing as the hot jet of water splashes against my hard
nipples. I lean down, shielding her lovely face with mine, and then we kiss,
a tender kiss, like many we've shared before, but somehow different, because
we both know where this kiss will lead. She stretches up on tiptoe, pressing
her lips harder against mine, and then I let my mouth open, moaning slightly
as I feel her tongue enter my moist mouth. For several minutes, we stand
like that, letting our hands wander up and down each other's back, clutching
handfuls of yielding flesh as our tongues dance erotically together. Then I
do something that suddenly feels as though I have spent my life waiting to
do: I sink to my knees, lift one of my daughter's legs to the side of the
shower, and begin making love to her pussy with my tongue. I want to make
her cum, to give her this wonderful gift of cumming from me to her, and I
feel her hand come to rest on the back of my head, pulling me gently against
her, tighter, guiding me to the places she wants me to go. It doesn't take
long. Even with the water splashing down over me, the juice from her climax
feels hotter still, and I can tell that I have made her cum. I smile up at
her, and Paula, my beautiful daughter, smiles back.

She pulls me up, and we kiss some more, laughing and splashing in the shower
now like two happy girls. I take the soap and begin to wash her, letting the
soap rub across her nipples, which are poking out like little fingers from
her chest. She lets me wash her, and then I help her rinse, then we climb
out and dry each other off, pausing only to nip at each other with our eager
mouths. We scamper out of the spa and down the hall to the guest wing. The
bed is all made up since Pam never made it here last night, and we pull the
covers down together and bounce onto the mattress, our hands groping and
caressing each other.

I push Paula gently back on the pillow and crawl between her legs. I like
looking at her this way, my nostrils filled with the scent of her, my eyes
just catching hers over the curl of her red pubis. I push my tongue gently
into her, delighting in the sensual feel of it as I part the folds of her
pussy. I lap at her, drink her, push myself hard against her so that she
smears across my lips. I feel drunk with the utter, unbelievable sensation
of eating my own daughter's pussy.

I lift her legs, pushing them gently back onto her chest. Gradually, her
taut butt rounds into view, and then she gasps as I lick her ass, curling my
hot tongue around the rough rim of it. I seem to have discovered something
that Jenna has not yet introduced, and I can tell Paula loves it. So I give
her more, letting my tongue get her asshole all wet and soft, then pushing
inside and letting it swirl around and around, like licking a chocolate
cone. She tastes musky, and exciting, and I reach up and begin diddling her
clit with my fingers. She's moaning now, and I begin to rub her nub in
circles as I eat her ass. Soon she's humping it off the bed, trying to get
me in deeper and deeper still. I try not to disappoint my baby.

Then she's cumming again, and this time I want to feel her. I swing my legs
around fast, and manage to work into a scissors position, grinding my pussy
up against hers even as she's still spasming. I keep grinding, working her
hard, and she groans loudly as I bring her to another nice cum. This is fun.

************************


We sleep for awhile, then, locked in each other's arms, and I don't wake for
at least an hour, when I find her lying full-length on top of me, her pussy
near my lips, eating me. I reach up and hug her ass tightly, pulling her wet
hole down to my lips, and we maneuver into a 69.

We're still at it when the others find us, entering the room with a
cacophony of voices:

"Here they are!"
"I thought we'd find them together."
"Looks like someone started without us!"

They gather around the bed, and I can feel their fingers playing with us,
probing, pinching, rubbing, and pulling. I lean out from under Paula, my
face wet and grinning. Mary leans down to kiss me, hard, on the lips, then
licks some of my daughter's juice from my face.

"Mmmm," she coos, "like momma like daughter."

I look at Pam. She's wearing the strap-on again, and I see her move over
between my legs. Paula helps her aim, and then she slides the large tool
into me, making me groan with pleasure. I see Jenna lean down and kiss Paula
passionately, and then the two of them sandwich my clit between their
dancing tongues. Pam gets a good rhythm going and Mary reaches in to pinch
my nipples. That's the final bit of stimulation, and then I am falling off
the edge of a high cliff, spasming again and again as a tremendous, powerful
orgasm rips through me.

When I come to my senses again, Paula and Jenna have rolled over next to me
into a 69, accompanied by Mary, who sinks her tongue into Jenna's ass. I
look into Pam's eyes, and she lowers her body onto mine, fucking me more
gently now.

"Welcome to the club, darling," she whispers, as we kiss sweetly.

"Somehow," I reply, with a grin, "this neighborhood seems a lot more
inviting than it did last week!"

The End