[This is a concurrent sequel to my previous story “Walking In On My Daughter Part 1”. This story, and those that follow, are told from Rachel’s perspective and give additional detail, background, emotional insight, etc. to the previous work.]
I suppose I should start by introducing myself to my readers. My name is Rachel and I’m living with my parents while I attend a local college. Other than that, the main thing any of you are likely to care about it that I’m a confirmed slut – and a hot one too. And, oh ya, I fuck both my parents regularly.
A few years ago I would never have thought – okay so maybe I did fantasize about it once or twice – but I would not have believed that the hottest sex partners, not to mention lovers, in my life would be my own parents. I love to think back on how it all came to happen. I’m horny as hell right now too, knowing that I am actually writing all this down in order to put it on the internet so that other people can read about just what a slut I am. And did I mention that I’m writing this in the nude? And that my pussy is still dripping from a sexual tryst with my parents that ended not more than 10 minutes ago?
I hope no one minds my throwing that last part in but I sure wanted you all to know just exactly the state I’m in as I write this. I’m getting horny all over again now knowing that you all know, or will know, when you read this.
While my father was in here writing his recollections of our first experience together, my mother and I were in the other room having sex the way we all like to have it: loud and out there for everyone to know what’s going on. I think mom and I were being even more vocal than normal because we knew that at the same time, we were tormenting my poor daddy as he sat at the computer trying to write.
I like to call my mom “mommy” and my dad “daddy” because it makes what we do together seem so much more naughty. So when mommy and I were in the other room fucking each other’s brains out so-to-speak; during one of our brief intermissions between orgasms we were snuggling and kissing and we were talking about what we were making daddy do in the other room: that is, writing out his account of his and my first sexual experience together.
Mommy and I were sweaty from our hard sexual workout with each other. We were laying on the floor in the living room holding each other and tenderly French kissing each other. (God, it is so romantic to me to be laying naked with my mom, feeling her hot, wet, flesh against mine and tenderly kissing her: probing her mouth with my tongue, having her probe mine, caressing each other after having just had hard screaming sex with her, feeling my sex juices mixed with hers between my legs and covering my thighs, my breast, my face, the smell of her sex still in my nostrils…Oops, sorry, rambling on…)…
Anyway, my mother was saying to me, “You know, sweetie, after your father gets done writing his little story, maybe you should tell the story from your perspective. Your father can tell what happened, and what he was feeling as it happened, but he can’t really tell people how you felt and what you were thinking while it was all happening. If I were a horny person on the internet reading that story, I know I would probably finger-fuck myself to several more orgasms just by hearing you tell it again.”
So, now you know how I came to be sitting here naked in front of my computer writing to you. Anyway, I suppose you all are anxiously waiting for me to get on with the telling, so here goes.
A few years ago, I was home alone in the afternoon and feeling horny. I had been thinking all day about hearing my parents obviously having sex the previous night and it was making me hot as hell. They always had sex with their door closed, and I always slept with my door closed as well. Also my bedroom is at the opposite end of the hallway from their bedroom so I’m sure they weren’t aware that I could hear them at all. But just as I was starting to drift off to sleep I thought I heard my mother scream.
I was instantly awake. At first my heart was pounding as I lay there straining to hear something and wondering if I had just imagined it. But then I could hear what sounded like my daddy groaning as well. “Oh my god,” I thought, “they’re having sex! And they’re really loud!”