Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2006 12:58:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gina's shower{Jenna}(best, inc, F/f, F/F)[12!_]

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reproduction in fixed form or otherwise, of this story. Copyright (C) 2006.

This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic descriptions
of sexual behavior between adult females and animals and adult females with
other females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The
sometimes-violent content may also be offensive. Descriptions, scenes,
characters and situations are purely fictional and intended solely for the
entertainment of its readers.

Gina's shower -- Part 12

Gina sensed something. Deep in her gut she could tell something was
different about her mom. She seemed to have this "look" in her eye that
was^Åhow could she describe it? Devilish? Demonic? Sultry? Seductive?

She didn't know for sure, but she DID know that ever since she'd brought
Skip home from the groomer a couple of days ago, her mom had a strange look
in her eye. She seemed more relaxed, too. Gina couldn't put her finger on
it, but her gut told her something had changed.

"Oh well," she sighed to herself as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling,
"I guess if she wants to tell me, she will." Gina rolled over and fell
asleep.

The next morning Gina was awaken by Skip's cold nose prodding her lower
back. "Stop it, Skip!" she squealed. She got up and headed to the bathroom.

Gina showered quickly and wrapped herself in a towel. She quietly opened
the door to her bathroom and peeked around the corner. She listened for
sounds of her mother before tip-toeing back to her room. As she entered her
room, she purposely dropped her towel in the doorway. "Oops," she whispered
and raised her arms to falsely exclaim shock that she was naked in front of
Skip.

Skip got up and walked past the beautiful teen and slowly strolled down the
hallway to the main part of the house.

Gina was dismayed and disappointed. "Hmmph," she grunted as snobbishly as
she could. "Screw him then" she sneered as she got dressed.

While she applied her makeup, Gina began to fume. She'd NEVER been turned
down for sex before, not by ANYONE, "especially a DOG", she steamed. "What
the heck is up with him?!" she questioned.

Gina was so angry she grabbed her purse and slammed the door on her way
out. She had to take a walk and work out some of her anger. She just
couldn't believe that Skip had done that!!

Gina stomped down the street, her teeth gritted and her jaw stiff. She
didn't care if everyone in the world knew she was angry. She WAS angry!

For thirty minutes she stomped around her neighborhood until her anger
finally wore off. She realized that if this was the first time she'd been
turned down for sex, that that was pretty good considering how old she was.

Gina headed back to her house and quietly entered. She didn't want to
disturb her mom if she was still sleeping. Her poor mom had been stressed
out lately and probably needed all the sleep she could get.

Gina quietly walked to the kitchen to make some breakfast when she heard a
muffled noise from her mom's room. She paused for a second to
listen. Nothing. She thought her mom was awake, but maybe she was just
dreaming.

Gina began to make a bowl of cereal when she heard the muffled sound
again. She put down the bowl and moved closer to her mom's bedroom door.

"Mm," came the sound again.

"There it was again," Gina told herself. She couldn't tell if her mom was
awake or asleep. It kind of sounded like she was awake, but then again it
sounded like her face was in her pillow or something, which meant she was
probably dreaming.

Curious and nervous, Gina pressed her ear against the door to listen more
closely. As her ear touched the door, it slowly pushed the unlatched door
open.

"Mm, mm, mm," moaned Lisa.

Gina peered in through the slit and her eyes widened in disbelief!! Her mom
was bent over the bed and Skip was fucking her!!!

Gina gasped in shock. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were fixed like
saucers. She pushed open the door and stood there^Åwatching.

"Mm, mm, mm," Lisa grunted. Her face was buried in her pillow and she had
no idea her daughter was standing in the doorway, watching her being fucked
by the family dog. The dog's thick membrane repeatedly thrust in and out of
her swollen saucy vagina. Even though Lisa knew it was wrong it felt
awesome and she loved it.

In just a few short days, she had gone from letting Skip lick her pussy to
actually enjoying the feel of his cock in there. She wasn't sure how things
had degraded so quickly, but right at the moment, she didn't care
either. Skip was about to make her feel that wonderful sensation again and
that's all that mattered.

Gina, shocked and angry, could only stare. She knew that her mom didn't
know she was there, but Gina knew that Skip DID. Gina glared at Skip who
stared back at the girl as he pumped her mother. Gina interpreted Skip's
`look' as a "fuck you" look. It was as if he was saying, "See? I'd rather
fuck your mother than you, bitch."

Gina became infuriated. She wanted to scream. Her lover had passed her up
not sixty minutes ago and for what? "To fuck my mom?!!" she yelled in her
mind.

Gina crossed her arms and began to tap her foot. She was angry, even
angrier than before. This was ridiculous. She couldn't believe it. Her
lover just kept staring at her and thrusting his hips. He didn't care that
with each stroke, he was killing her! It was insane!

A question, comments, misgivings, anger, threats, arguments and voices all
cluttered Gina's mind and were making her crazy. She covered her ears with
her hands and squeezed her eyes shut to make it all go away!

When she opened her eyes, Skip was still fucking her mom and staring back
at her blankly. She'd had enough! "MOM!" she screamed at the top of her
lungs, "MOM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!"

Lisa bolted erect and knocked Skip backward. She tried in vain to cover
herself with a sheet. Her skin was ashen and she couldn't speak. What could
she say? How could she explain what she was doing? She'd been busted by her
daughter and there was no denying it.

"What the Hell are you doing, mom?!!" Gina scolded.

Lisa stood there, silent and in shock.

"Well?" Gina pressed, "What were you doing?"

Lisa began to weep. She couldn't speak. What could she say? Her world had
just come crashing down and in a matter of moments she went from an
orgasmic high to a depressive suicidal low.

"You're sick!" Gina sneered as she turned around and stomped back to her
room.

Lisa felt helpless and degraded. "Please," was all she could whisper
through quivering lips. She was ashamed beyond belief. How could she have
done that? How could she have allowed the family dog to have sex with her?
What had happened to her the past couple of days? Was this really the kind
of `change' she wanted?

Gina stopped in her tracks, but didn't turn around. "What did you say?"

Lisa, sickened and ashamed, felt a twinge of hope when Gina spoke to
her. She seized the moment and said, "Please. Please Gina, please forgive
me." The flood gates opened and Lisa begged her daughter for
forgiveness. She explained that she didn't know what had happened. She
couldn't explain why she did it. She blubbered out a story of how she
wanted to change but that things had gone terribly wrong.

Gina listened with her back turned. When her mom finally finished, she
asked, "Did you cum?"

Lisa was shocked and didn't know how to answer. She wasn't sure what her
daughter meant. "I don't understand, Gina, what do you mean?"

"Oh come on mom," Gina began sarcastically as she crossed her arms, "just
answer the question. Did you have an orgasm?"

Lisa was unsure.

Gina turned around to face her mother. She could tell by her mom's
embarrassment and the way her head hung low that she truly didn't
know. "Are you kidding me? You really don't know if you had an orgasm, do
you?" Gina laughed out loud and stared at her mother, "you're pathetic."

Lisa clutched the sheet to her chest and stared at the floor. She really
was a `dead fish'. "How sad is that" she said to herself, "I don't even
know what an orgasm feels like or if I've ever had one."

Gina marched up to her mom and stood directly in front of her. She grabbed
her chin and lifted her face and stared directly into her eyes and said,
"Well then, I guess we're gonna have to make sure you have one then, aren't
we?"

Gina snatched the sheet from her mother's clutches.

Lisa gasped and tried to cover herself.

"Uh-uh," Gina said as she wagged her finger in front of her mother's face
signaling `no'.

Lisa didn't know what to do. For her whole life she'd tried very hard to
not expose herself around her children and now she was being forced to
stand naked in front of her daughter. It was humiliating and
embarrassing. She lowered her arms and tried to look away. It was just too
embarrassing to have to see her daughter look at her nakedness.

Gina jerked her mother's jaw forcefully and growled, "Look at me when I
talk to you."

Ashamedly Lisa brought her eyes up and looked into Gina's. She saw such
anger in daughter's darkened eyes, it kind of scared her. Her skin rippled
with goose bumps, partly from the early morning chill and partly from the
fear she felt. Her mind was too cluttered to tell her that her nipples were
like rocks and that her vagina was still oozing. None of that seemed
important as she stood, naked and helpless in front of her angry teenage
daughter.

Gina grabbed her mother's upper arm and took a half step back to see her
better. "You know, you're not half bad for woman your age, mom. I can see
why Skip wanted you." Gina reached up and tugged on her mother's hardened
nipples one after the other.

Lisa winced and wanted to cover herself. Her mind was awash with questions,
fear, anxiety, embarrassment and humiliation. She couldn't think
straight. None of what was happening seemed real. She couldn't look at her
daughter as Gina eyed her up and down with this evil grin on her face. This
was some sort of bad nightmare, right? This wasn't really happening, was
it?

"I'll tell you what, mom," Gina began as she guided her hapless mother back
into her bedroom, "I want you to finish what you started."

Lisa was so confused. What did Gina mean?

"Get on your hands and knees," Gina ordered as she pushed her mother to the
side of her bed.

Lisa was numb, mentally AND physically. She was on autopilot. She felt like
a zombie. All she could do was what her daughter told her. She knelt by her
bed and got on her hands and knees. Her large soft breasts hung down
between her arms like large water balloons. She was so humiliated. She
hoped Gina couldn't see her privates. She felt so exposed.

"SKIP!" Gina yelled.

Skip trotted down the hallway and into Lisa's room. He saw Lisa ready to be
mounted but waited for the command.

Lisa's mind was blank. Not a thought ran through it. She stared at the
floor and knelt there motionless, unclear about what was about to happen.

Gina pet Skip's head, pointed to her mom's buttocks and said, "Skip,
mount."

Skip lunged forward and placed his front paws alongside Lisa's
hips. Instinctively he started thrusting his hips. His boner hadn't yet
protruded from its sheath, so Gina reached down and grabbed his cock. It
wasn't long before Skip had a raging hardon.

Gina guided the dog's swollen red cock up to her mother's cunt. Gina could
tell that her mother wasn't lubricated, probably because of the
embarrassment, but she didn't care. She held the tip of Skip's dick against
her vagina until a strong thrust forced it inside.

Lisa groaned at the unwanted intrusion and reacted accordingly. A tear
rolled down her cheek as the reality of the situation kicked in.

The warmth of the woman's cunt on his dick caused Skip to thrust even
harder. He loved the feeling of a hot human cunt.

Lisa could only groan as the dogs' thick cock banged inside her. His paws
scratched her hips as his back arched. With each powerful stroke, Lisa's
pussy moistened more and more. She couldn't help it and she couldn't
explain it. It just happened.

Gina, felt in total control and loved it. She leaned down and whispered in
her mother's ear, "It feels good doesn't it? You like the way it feels
don't you, mother?"

Lisa wanted to shake her head `no', but she couldn't. She DID like it, but
felt too horribly guilty to admit it.

Skip kept up the pace. He loved fucking human pussy and he loved the
feeling of pounding human buttocks. He especially loved hearing them grunt
with pleasure, the way this woman was right now. It just made him want to
do it even more.

Gina could tell her mother liked it, even though she didn't admit it. But
that was going to change. Again she leaned in and whispered in her mother's
ear, "Say it, mom. Say you like it. Come on, it's okay, say it."

Lisa panted and tried to bite her lower lip. Her body betrayed her again in
a way she'd never thought possible. Juices flowed from her loin like never
before. Her pussy was electrified. None of this could be real, but it WAS!
She was being fucked by the family dog and her daughter was watching! Worse
yet, her daughter wanted her to have an orgasm! No, her daughter INSISTED
she have an orgasm!

Lisa's stomach tightened. The sensations she felt, the situation she was in
and everything was surreal. All she knew for sure was that her pussy was on
fire and she needed that `release'. Each time Skip banged against her ass,
her tits reverberated in response. Those shock waves settled in her loin
and continued to build. The pressure became unbearable.

Gina pressed, "Say it, mom. Say it out loud. Tell us you like being fucked
by Skip. Tell Skip you love it. TELL HIM, MOM! TELL HIM, NOW!"

"Oh gawd," Lisa moaned. She was about to admit something out loud that
she'd never, ever thought she'd say in her life. But with everything that
was happening, she couldn't help herself. She blurted out, "Yes, oh yes, I
do love it! I love being fucked by Skip. He feels so good!"

"Tell HIM, mom. Tell Skip you love HIM," Gina insisted.

"Oh Skip," Lisa moaned, her insides about to explode, "I love being fucked
by you. Fuck me, Skip, FUCK ME!"

Hearing her own words was too much to bear. Her loin exploded in orgasm and
she spewed cum down both her legs. Reactively, Lisa bucked her hips against
Skip's cock as she moaned and groaned while her pussy twitched and
convulsed.

"That's good, mom," Gina cooed as she watched her mother orgasm, "Let it
out, let it all out."

Skip knew his work was done and he let go, too. His cum shot deep inside
Lisa's warm cunt and leaked down her thighs.

Lisa was in a new place mentally. She felt like she had watched the whole
scene from somewhere else, kind of like an out of body experience. None of
it seemed real, but if it wasn't, she wanted it to be. Now she knew what a
true orgasm felt like and she wanted to feel it again.

But as she lay there recovering, her senses returned. Suddenly Lisa felt
overwhelming guilt and remorse. Her stomach felt nauseous and she wanted to
vomit.

As her mind cleared, she realized she'd just had sex with the family dog in
front of her own daughter. A sick emptiness swept over her and she felt
faint.

Gina could see her mother's intense sexual release was giving way to guilt
and remorse. She leaned in to her mom and whispered into her ear, "Mom?"
she purred seductively with a slight tone of control, "You don't want me to
tell anyone about this, do you?"

Lisa heart stopped. She froze like a statue, afraid to move, afraid to show
emotion, afraid to do anything that would upset her daughter. She didn't
know how to answer the question. Her mind was so confused. What did Gina
mean? Was she threatening her?

"Well mother? Would you like me tell all our friends and neighbors and your
co-workers and dad that you just fucked Skip? Or better yet, should I tell
them that you begged Skip to fuck you?"

Lisa's mind raced with more questions than answers. She drew her arms tight
to her sides and curled up on the floor. Her eyes welled up with tears when
she realized what she'd done. Gina demanded an answer. Lisa began to
blubber and sob. She knew she was in deep shit and there was nothing she
could do about it.

Lisa questioned whether Gina would actually tell anyone. She was her
daughter, "she wouldn't do that, would she?" Lisa wondered.

When she felt a sharp sting on her buttock from Gina's hand, Lisa KNEW Gina
meant business. "PLEASE, Gina. Please don't tell anyone, PLEASE!" Lisa
pleaded.

Gina smiled a sly smile and stood over her mom in a dominant stance and
position. "Then you'll do EXACTLY what I say, do you understand mother?"

Lisa's lip quivered. She was terrified of Gina. She looked so overbearing,
so scary. This was a side of her quiet, unassuming daughter that she never
knew existed and it frightened her. She answered, "Y-yes, I understand."


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