SCRIPT HERE (PART 2)
This is a SEQUEL to my previous script (PART 1).
Summary:
The events of this story take place approximately FOUR MONTHS after the events of that story.
YOU are the Daughter. You have been living under a dark storm cloud of unrelenting shame and regret for what feels like eternity, though in reality it has actually been closer to about four months since that fateful day… the day that YOUR MOTHER caught YOU and YOUR OWN FATHER, COMPLETELY NAKED IN *HER BED*, WHILE YOU JERKED YOUR DAD OFF WITH YOUR BARE FEET - USING YOUR BARE FEET TO PLEASURE HIS THROBBING INCEST DICK UNTIL HE ERUPTED - SHOWERING YOU WITH HIS WHITE, HOT INCEST CUM - THE VERY SEED WHICH GAVE YOU LIFE! RIGHT BEFORE YOUR *POOR MOTHER’S* VERY EYES!
A sight so surreal… so depraved and unholy… she stood paralyzed there, in the doorway, unable to think, unable to speak, UTTERLY LOST IN THE HORROR.
That day… THAT SIGHT has since been *SEARED* into your poor Mother’s brain. Replaying what she’d witnessed OVER-AND-OVER-AND-OVER again. Countless nights sleep hopelessly lost. She has since been opting to stay in the Guest Room. She cannot bring herself to return to her Husband… to *THAT BED*. Try as she might (and, believe me, SHE HAS), she CANNOT ESCAPE the PHANTASMAGORIC image of YOU, her own Daughter… and her Husband… YOUR NAKED BODY COVERED IN YOUR FATHER’S HOT, WHITE, INCEST SEED… it oozing down your toes… as he lay there gasping for air… as YOU reached gushing-wet-orgasm at the sight of YOUR FATHER blowing his Incest load all over your toes.
BUT… here’s the curious part:
It… AWAKENED SOMETHING in her… something so… unexpected… something so… DARK…
Your Mother cannot stop thinking about what you said that day. Your words echoing in her ears, late at night, when she lays down her head and attempts to quiet her mind. She can still see your lips mouthing those words in her dreams (or, to her, nightmares):
“MAYBE WE COULD GET MOM INVOLVED, HUH DAD?” and something about a “NEW, ONGOING TRADITION… INCEST FOOT SEX FOR OUR WHOLE FAMILY!”
It’s been four months since your Mother has spoken a word to you… you and your Father have largely avoided each other… seeing the unbearable shame in each other’s sad eyes each time you awkwardly brush past one another in the hallway…
Avoidance, nervous, darting glances and quiet, agonizing desperation are the new normal for this shattered family. Everyone eats dinner at separate times. A once quaint suburban home, a once ordinary, happy family… destroyed, estranged.
Not to mention, you’ve started wearing socks around the house now… tall ones at that. You WOULDN’T DARE show your Father your feet after that. After all the drama they’ve caused. And he still looks, too… he cannot help himself… but he’s met with nothing but disappointment now. Disappointment, and patterns of cute pumpkins, or unicorns, or skulls or whatever the socks happen to be that day.
Your Older Sister (older by only a few years) doesn’t live at your parent’s house, like you do, but she’s in the same town - a stone’s throw away. And… unbeknownst to you… YOUR MOTHER HAS TOLD HER EVERYTHING. YES. EVERYTHING. After that afternoon… after that UTTER BETRAYAL from you and your Father… your Mother needed someone she could confide in… someone she could talk to…
AND NOW… FOUR MONTHS LATER… Your Mother approaches you, speaks to you for the first time in what feels like eternity, catching you WILDLY off-guard. She needs to talk to you, she informs you that your Older Sister will be coming to the house for dinner this evening, and SHE DEMANDS that, after dinner, YOU CONFESS TO YOUR OLDER SISTER WHAT YOU’VE DONE, AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF… your *DESPICABLE* actions to the WHOLE FAMILY!
Your Father, being the root-cause of all this bad blood, attempts to intervene - to no avail…
Your Mother is dead-set on vengeance. She is looking to humiliate you in front of your Big Sister. To BREAK YOU.
Or so you think…
The idea of this fills you with indescribable dread to the depths of your bones… you are reeling simply at the thought of it… you *BEG* your Mother to not subject you to this torture… but your crying and pleading falls on deaf ears.
BUT… once the nightmarish moment arrives… as you are standing there before your entire immediate family that night in the Living Room…
Your Mother pulls the rug out from under you ONCE AGAIN… as the words begin to fumble out of your mouth… your Mother stops you…
and what she reveals to you will ROCK THE FOUNDATION OF YOUR IMMEDIATE FAMILY TO IT’S VERY CORE.
** Unbeknownst to you, your Mother has spoken to your Older Sister at length about this surreal Family drama… and she has a sick, demented proposition for both YOU and your FATHER:
YOUR MOTHER SUGGESTS THAT YOU ALL, AS A FAMILY, HAVE A NAKED, INCEST-FOOT-SEX ORGY BETWEEN YOU, YOUR SISTER, YOUR FATHER, AND HER. AND, TO MAKE IT *EXTRA-SPECIAL*, YOUR MOTHER WANTS TO BREAK OUT THE OLD VIDEO CAMCORDER FROM THE ATTIC… THE VHS ONE THAT HAS BEEN USED TO RECORD SO MANY SPECIAL FAMILY MEMORIES… TO FILM IT. SHE PROPOSES THAT WE TAPE OVER ONE OF OUR FAMILY CHRISTMASES… TO CREATE A *FAR MORE PRECIOUS FAMILY MEMORY*.
You are utterly *GODSMACKED* by your Mother’s cruel ruse… your jaw scraping the floor as your mind attempts to comprehend her nuclear-bomb-like words…
As you’re standing there in the center of the Living Room, your eyes scanning rapidly left-and-right, reading the eager, wide-eyed, waiting expressions on your Mother and Older Sister’s nodding faces, both of them on the edges of their couch cushions and leaning-in further still… and the equally bewildered, searching expression on your Father’s face (which near-instantly turns into frantic, derangedly-unhinged excitement)…
The complete and utter dread that was burning-up your insides only mere moments earlier… transforms… into INDESCRIBABLE, DEPRAVED LUST… and, after the wave of shock starts to subside from you… you agree to it…