Date: Mon, 13 Dec 1999 12:37:38 -0600 (CST)
From: Ms Heels <coronette@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jenny, Anne, Marcia

Disclaimer: This story contains incestuous sex between three females,
if you are offended by the contain of this file, stop reading right
now.

                       Jenny, Anne, Marcia
                          (f/f/f incest)

Chapter 1: Treasure found

She can't help it. The feelings are more stronger every day that
passes. Jenny and her friend Marcia, both of 20 years, have been
practicing lesbian sex since they were 16, they enjoyed it too much,
but in these last days that excitement fell on the level a little bit.
That means they still loved to lick and suck each other bodies, but
they knew that trying something different could be a real erotic ex-
perience.

That's when the feelings appeared. It all started when Jenny woke up
a sunday morning and went to the bathroom. She was almost in that
"zombie state", after sleeping almost 10 hours, and she didn't knock
the door, she just pushed it. In that very moment, the "zombie state"
went out her head and she was shocked when she saw her young mother,
still in her nightgown, sat on the water closet, fingering herself!.
Jenny's mother was in a extremely aroused state, and she didn't notice
the presence of her daughter, who closed the door almost totally and
stayed just outside the bathroom, peeking.

Anne, her mother was a succesful, beautiful divorced woman in her mid 40's
who worked for a lawyers account. Her life after the divorce was preety
boring by the fact she only had time for the job and her daughter, but
nothing to date with some guy. But she kept trying, and thats why she had
the body of a 30 year old woman. I fact, she looked like jenny's sister
rather than her mother.

Back on the bathroom scene

"Whoa, thats a great body " sighed Jenny, who found herself rubbing her
crotch by the sight of her mother masturbating, seeing that 32D breasts,
the big hard nipples, those long preety legs in high heeled sandals, that
blonde hair and all that well tanned skin her mother had.

Anne couldn't resist much longer, the fact of masturbating every day
since the divorce made her only more horny. Her fantasies and all her
being where on that big lustful orgasm that was now rocking her well
developed body, making her moan and scream in low voice, because she
didn't wanted to wake up her daughter, not knowing her daughter was
cumming too, outside the bathroom, peeking her mother and licking her
own juices from her fingers.


(Sorry about the delay.)

Chapter 2: The desicion

Anne stopped the rubbing once she came. She stood up,
undressed totally and entered to the shower. The show
was over. Jenny, who had now recovered the calm,
returned to her room without peeing, waiting to her
mother to finish her shower, but, in a minute she was
sleeping again.

Jen, c'mon wake up!, said Anne, -shaking her daughter
in a playful mood- it's almost eleven o' clock.

Jenny opened her eyes, stood up, and looked for her
mother. Anne was standin right in front of her
daughter, wearing shorts, a low cut tank top and nike
shoes. "Lets go to the club for some breakfast", said
Anne.

Half hour later, the two women were sitting on a table
for two eating breakfast.

Hey, Jen, Ms. Peters!. The two women turned their
heads, to see the person who was approaching to their
table. It was Marcia, the best friend (very close
friend) of Jen.

"Hi, Marcia, come sit with us", said Anne. Do you want
something to eat?

"A diet Coke will be fine" - said the preety girl - "I
don't wanna get fat".

In fact, Marcia was too far away of fatness. At 20,
she had the most voluptuous, rounded body of the club,
being the envy of all the women there. Also, Marcia
had a gorgeous face, and Jen loved to kiss that
equisite lips.

The breakfast went on, and later Anne was at work. Jen
and Marcia were in Marcia's house chatting, getting in
the mood for some sex, whe Jennie told her about the
masturbation seeing her own mother do herself. At the
end of the story, both girls were so horny, touching
each others tits and butts, trying to reach the
climax, but with one difference: they couldn't stop
thinking about Jen's mother.


Hi!, im Ms. Heels, the author of this story. I want you to be honest,
and tell me: did you like it? . please send comments to:

coronette@yahoo.com