Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Nothing special really happened that morning at Hannah’s house, or at least nothing more overt than subtle flirtation. Lauren offered to make breakfast for the little girls and me, bacon and eggs if we wanted that, or pancakes, but Lindsey and Molly both said they’d prefer cereal. They ate Frosted Flakes, while I had an English muffin with strawberry preserves, along with more juice.

Kelsey lingered in the kitchen with us, sitting at the table, sipping her tea, listening to the chatter of the kids, occasionally adding or asking something — but I noticed that her eyes were constantly on the move, whether looking at me again, or at the young girls in their thin nighties, or even at her cousin, Lauren — and I was sure I saw sexual hunger in her gaze as she studied the faces and bodies around her. I was certain I wasn’t imagining it.

In fact, our eyes met a couple of times and then it was like Kelsey could tell exactly what I was thinking about her — and didn’t mind me thinking it! It felt as if she and I were sharing a naughty secret, that the woman was admitting to me, through her look, that she had strong erotic desires for underage girls, and wasn’t ashamed of it either.

For her part, Lauren mostly stood back and listened, leaning against the counter. She drank black coffee and munched on a piece of toast, chuckling from time to time at some of the sillier things the kids would say. It seemed to me, though, that she was aware of what was taking place between Kelsey and me, that she understood the silent conversation her cousin and I were having.

When I glanced over at her and she caught my eye, Lauren smiled and winked, nodding her head. Should I take that as a confirmation of my suspicions about Kelsey? Was it an affirmation from Lauren that she shared the same forbidden urges? Those two certainly had given me a lot to think about!

Hannah finally got out of bed maybe an hour after I had, coming into the kitchen just as the little girls were finishing up their second or third bowls of cereal. She’d put on a t-shirt, but wore nothing else besides her panties. Her feet and legs were bare. She yawned and stretched, mumbling something unintelligible in reply to our cheery greetings. It looked like she was barely awake. She plopped down at the table and poured herself a bowl of Captain Crunch, spooning it groggily into her mouth, chin resting in her hand.

Later that day, after Molly and I went home, I sat in my room for a while mulling over everything, wondering if I’d been right about Kelsey and her desires (and perhaps Lauren’s too), or if I’d only been seeing what I wanted to see. But as I went over the breakfast scene repeatedly in my mind, I became convinced once more that I hadn’t been making it up. What I sensed from them was real. Whether or not they had ever acted on their lust for little girls, or ever would, I didn’t know.

I decided to talk with my mother about it. I had already planned to tell her what I’d heard the previous night in the hallway, outside Lauren and Kelsey’s bedroom door. It seemed to me like it all fit together somehow: the cousins’ evident lust for each other and what I perceived as their incestuous desires for the young girls in their family, as well as for me and perhaps for Molly too.

It was a busy weekend, though. I’d signed up about a month earlier to attend a fiction writing seminar for kids age 12 to 16 that was being held at one of the local universities. The seminar, which was really cool, went from 1:00 until 4:00 that Saturday. When Mommy picked me up after, Kate and Molly were in the car with her.

We dropped Kate off at a friend’s house. A pretty brunette named Sarah, one of Kate’s basketball teammates, was having her 11th birthday. To celebrate, the girl’s parents were taking Sarah and five of her friends out to dinner at one of those theme restaurants where they had entertainers walking around and doing stuff while you ate.

Mommy and Molly and I went to the mall to stroll around for a while. We had dinner at the Heavenly Jade Noodle Shop, which I liked, and we also stopped in at Victoria’s Secret, but unfortunately didn’t see any of the cute salesgirls we knew.

Sarah’s parents brought Kate home at about 8:30, and pretty soon after that we all got in Mommy’s bed to watch lesbian porn and have sex. Chelsea and Dana were with us too. That was totally great, as usual. I came several times and got to eat lots of pussy. But it also meant I never had the chance to be alone with my mom and talk with her about what was on my mind.

The next day, Sunday, we drove to a nearby garden center and bought a bunch of flower bulbs, along with mulch and fertilizer and things like that. Mommy let each of us choose the different kinds of bulbs we wanted, which was fun, but then of course as soon as we got home she made us go to work in the backyard, digging and preparing the soil and planting all the bulbs. I was exhausted by the time it was done, and we were all filthy. We went in and took showers, then enjoyed the yummy pizzas Mommy had ordered for us.

Dana and Chelsea went back to their apartment after dinner. Because it was a school night, the rule was no porn and no sex — or anyway no sex that would keep us up past our assigned bedtimes. So I got to fool around only a little bit with my sisters and my mom that night, kissing and fondling and teasing, before she packed us off to bed.

I didn’t stay in bed, however. After I read a couple chapters of a really good mystery novel (Gaudy Night by Dorothy Sayers), I put the book down and went to my mother’s room. It was about 10:30 when I knocked on her door, which was closed.

“Come in.”

I pushed the door open slightly and peeked inside. My mom was sitting up in bed studying something in a binder, probably a legal brief of some sort. She took off her reading glasses and smiled at me, “Hi, baby.”

Stepping inside, I closed the door then walked slowly over to the bed. I was wearing red hipster panties and a very thin, light pink camisole I knew my mom liked to see me in. My intention that night was not really to seduce her, but just to talk with her. Still, I always liked to dress sexy for my mother.

“You look nice,” she nodded, gazing at my small breasts through the nearly transparent fabric.

“Thanks. So do you.”

She was in a sleeveless white nightgown, fluffy and airy with several layers of gauzy material through which I could detect the dark circles of her nipples. Seeing her that way turned me on.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

“Can I talk to you for a few minutes?”

“Of course you can. Come and sit by me.” She patted the bed.

I snuggled in close to her, my legs under the covers, warm next to hers. My mom kissed the top of my head, my cheek, and my lips. Then she waited for me to say what I wanted to say.

After thinking how to start, I said, “Um, last night at Hannah’s house, during the sleepover, I heard something.”

“Oh? What did you hear?”

I want ahead and told her everything, actually starting a little bit earlier with the tickling game in Hannah’s bed, then kissing Molly while Hannah kissed Lindsey, then masturbating side by side with Hannah, and finally about waking up late in the night and going out into the hall and hearing what I heard.

“So, what do you think it was?” Mommy asked.

I swallowed. “I think it was Hannah’s mother, Kelsey, and Lindsey’s mother, Lauren, having sex together.” My eyes were wide as I said this. I was still amazed at what had happened.

“Are you sure that’s what it was?”

“No… but what else could it have been?”

“I don’t know. But my training, and my inclination, is to deal in facts. Have you told anyone else about it?”

“No,” I shook my head.

“That’s good.” She kissed my cheek again. “You’re probably right about what you heard, sweetie, although we can’t know for sure. But it does seem the most likely explanation.”

“Yeah, it does.” We sat for a moment or two in silence and then I said, “Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Do, um… I mean, how common is that? Are a lot of women lesbians? Or, I guess, maybe, bisexual? And not only lesbians, but I mean, having sex with their cousins? Family members? Or maybe even, you know, like us, mothers and daughters and sisters and stuff? Do you think that happens a lot?”

She chuckled, “You have quite a lot of questions tonight.”

I nodded, gazing into her beautiful blue eyes.

After a glance at the clock, Mommy said, “It’s late, honey, and you need to go to bed soon. But let me just say this… a lot of women are bisexual. In fact, I believe nearly all women are, by nature. They may not always act on those urges, however. Society tends to channel women into controlled heterosexual monogamy. Do you know what I mean?”

I nodded again.

“Anyway, it wouldn’t surprise me if those two, Hannah’s and Lindsey’s moms, were having sex with each other. It’s really only natural, if you think about it. A pair of attractive women sleeping together every night in the same room, if not in the same bed. My guess is that in a similar situation, almost any two women would end up making love sooner or later. That’s just how we’re built. Do you see?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“All right, well, we can talk about it more later if you want to. And you know what else?”

“What.”

“I think we really ought to get to know that family a little better. I’d like to develop a closer relationship with them if we can. Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“Uh-huh,” I giggled, “I do.”

“Good.” She patted my leg. “Now you run off to bed. I have to finish reading this brief, and after than I’m going to masturbate while I think about what you told me.”

I hugged her tightly. “Okay. I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, darling girl.”

I received one more kiss on the top of my head, and another long one on the mouth, and then finally I did leave my mother’s room and went back to my own. I turned out the light, got under the covers, and thought about things for a long time… before putting my hands between my legs and bringing myself to orgasm as I imagined Kelsey sitting on her daughter’s face, grinding her pussy into the cute redhead’s mouth.

* * *

The next day at school, something incredible happened. I had been selected, along with three other girls and two boys in my grade, to take part in a special program. Three days a week, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, we would be taken by bus after lunch to a magnet school, one of the high schools in our city that focused on advanced placement courses. Each of us would attend two classes there in the afternoon, before being returned to our school.

That seemed like a good enough idea. I would enjoy the challenge of studying something more demanding, beyond the level I was used to. The classes I was assigned to take were World History and English Literature.

Well, just imagine my surprise when we got off the bus that first day and met the two students, high school seniors, who would be guiding us to our new classes. One of them was someone I knew — it was Karen!

Oh my god, my jaw just about hit the pavement. I hadn’t seen Karen for more than two years, when she was 14, but I recognized her at once. She was a girl who’d babysat for my sisters and me several times when we were younger, and she was also the first person I ever watched my mother have sex with. I couldn’t believe it really was her! I stood there on the sidewalk like an idiot, my mouth gaping open.

Karen was holding a piece of paper in her hand, a printed list of the six eighth-grade students taking part in the program. She called our names one by one. The first three kids were turned over to another girl, who led them away. The other three, including me, went with Karen.

My mind was in a whirl. Karen knew exactly who I was, of course. That was obvious from the way she smiled and looked into my eyes when she said my name. But the last time I’d seen her she’d been upset, frightened, or at least greatly embarrassed. She’d been naked at the time, and had just finished an orgasm with my mom licking her shaved pussy. When the young brunette had discovered I was watching them, she’d grabbed her clothes and run from the room, seemingly on the verge of tears.

My mother drove Karen home right after that, and I had never seen her again — not until that day. As we walked through the halls, I tried to look closely at her. She hadn’t changed very much, still small and slender, about my height then, 5’2”, with long shiny chestnut hair, cute bangs, and big brown eyes. She was wearing knee-length khaki shorts, boots, and a short-sleeved flannel shirt.

We dropped off the first student at his designated classroom, and then the second at her class. Now it was only me and Karen. We proceeded down the hall and around a corner.

“So, long time, huh?” she smiled. “How have you been? How’s your mom?”

“Oh, um, fine… we’re fine.” My mouth was dry. I didn’t know what to say.

“Here we are.”

We stopped outside a closed classroom door. I could see through a narrow window that the room was full of students, high school juniors and seniors. I felt nervous about going inside, but I felt even more nervous about being with Karen. I was glad at least that she didn’t appear to be angry with me or anything for being a peeping tom. In fact, she seemed really friendly.

“Meet me here when this class is over, and I’ll take you to the next one, all right?”

I nodded mutely.

Karen gave me a wink and patted my arm. “It’s good to see you again, Julie.” Then she turned and headed off.

I tried my best to follow what the teachers were talking about in the history and literature courses I attended that day, although that was difficult. I couldn’t stop thinking about Karen. Images of her and my mother, naked together, kept flashing through my mind.

As promised, Karen met me and took me to the second class, which was close by. When that one ended, she was waiting for me outside the door. We gathered up the other two kids and went out to where the bus was parked. Karen and the other student, whose name was Latisha, told the six of us they would be there on Wednesday to guide us around once more, but after that we would be expected to find our way without assistance.

Wednesday came, and I was feeling energized. I’d gotten over my initial shock of seeing Karen again, and now I was looking forward to what might happen next. I hadn’t said anything about her yet to my mom or Kate or anyone, however. First I needed to find out more about Karen’s attitude toward us. She’d seemed perfectly fine on Monday, polite and cheerful, but I wanted to make sure there wasn’t any hidden resentment or anything like that.

That morning I decided to put on a skirt in place of the jeans I’d worn on Monday. And as the bus pulled up at the high school and I saw Karen waiting at the curb, I was pleased to see that she was wearing a skirt too, a very short one. She had great legs.

Everything went basically as it had on our first day there. We split up into the same two groups and the seniors led us toward our classes. But this time after the other two kids in my group had been dropped off, and it was only Karen and me, she said, “So, um, do you want to get together after school or something, maybe talk a little bit?”

“Well, but, I have to take the bus back.”

We’d reached the door of my first class.

“I know you’re supposed to,” Karen said, her eyes bright with mischief, “but maybe you can tell them someone’s picking you up, that you have a ride.”

“Except I don’t.”

“I’ll drive you, silly. I have a car. I can take you home.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want to?”

“I…” The idea was very appealing, although I felt uncomfortable about lying. But would it really be a lie? I wasn’t sure.

“You think about it,” the older girl smiled. “I have to go now, get to my class. I’ll see you after this one, okay?”

“Okay.”

By the time that first class was over — long before it was over, in fact — I’d made up my mind. Yes, I definitely did want to meet Karen after school and talk with her. I couldn’t wait!

Again I found it hard to keep up with what the teachers were saying that day. The material wasn’t especially difficult, I could handle it easily enough, but I just had so many other things to think about. I tried to focus, though, and did all right.

Then we were walking out to the bus. Karen winked at me as the other kids started getting on. I told the driver I had a ride, that someone was picking me up.

“Are you sure?” he grunted. “Well, okay, I guess it’s fine, as long as I’ve seen you. I’ll let them know back at the school.”

“Thanks. Thanks a lot!”

I turned and walked with Karen across the parking lot toward her car. It was an older Toyota Corolla, kind of beat up, but it was hers, her very own car! I envied her. We got in and started driving.

At first we just chatted about school, the classes I was taking, and so on. Small talk. But as we continued across town toward my neighborhood, Karen took an unexpected turn into a large city park. She didn’t say anything as she followed narrow roads that wound through the trees. I wasn’t sure where we were going. She made a couple more turns, and then we came to a dead end in a fairly remote area near a small pond. There was a picnic table and a garbage can, but they were kind of overgrown with grass and brush. This part of the park wasn’t well maintained.

Karen shut off the engine and turned to me, smiling. “It’s great to see you again, Julie. I’ve thought about you a lot.”

“I know, I’ve thought about you too.”

“Have you?”

“Uh-huh.”

She shook her head, ruefully. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve, well, how I’ve replayed that night and wished I’d acted differently, not been so… so stupid about it. I really liked your mom, and I loved what we were doing together. But, you know, I was younger then, and dumb I guess.”

“Yeah, I know… I mean, I know what’s it’s like to be young and dumb.”

That made her giggle. “How old are you now?”

“Um, 13.”

“Yeah, I was 14 then, almost 15. But it seems so long ago, like I was almost a different person.”

I didn’t say anything, just nodded.

“That was, she was, your mom, I mean, she was my first lover.” Karen was looking out the front window of the car as she spoke, at the trees and the pond. She went on, “I was a virgin before that. I mean, I’d kissed some girls a couple times, but that was all.”

She turned and looked at me, her eyes running up and down my body. She licked her lips. “Do you think I’m sexy, Julie?”

I swallowed. Oh my, where was this going?! But I managed to answer, “Yeah, I do.”

“Are you a…?” Karen began. “Well, I guess I should say it first. I like girls. I’m a lesbian. I wasn’t sure about it until I met your mom. I thought I might be, but after that I was like, absolutely!”

We both burst into laughter over the firmness of her declaration. After we settled down, she didn’t say anything else, just sat and looked at me expectantly.

I felt myself blushing. But I gazed into her eyes, and said, “Um, yeah, I’m a lesbian too. I like girls.”

Karen licked her lips again. She leaned slightly toward me.

It was warm inside the car. We had the windows up. I was starting to sweat. I looked at her mouth, at her tongue, moving slowly around her lips. I looked into her eyes again. I leaned a little closer, and said, “I think you’re, um, very sexy, Karen. I really do.”

We kissed.

It’s not all that easy, of course, to make out in a small car, at least not in the front seat. After a minute or two of frenzied kissing and clutching, Karen suggested we get in the back seat, and I immediately agreed.

Neither of us were willing to take our clothes off then, even if we were in a remote section of the park and hadn’t seen anyone else around. But we didn’t have to be naked to have a good time. We kissed wetly, tongues exploring, and grabbed each other’s boobs through our shirts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and neither was she. Our nipples were hard.

Then our hands were going between our legs, sliding under skirts, inside our panties. Karen’s pussy was shaved smooth, as was mine. And she was very wet. She was the first to reach climax as I fondled her clit, and then I came about a minute later, with her finger up inside me. We didn’t stop, though. We kept it up, more kissing, groping, fingering, until we each had come a second time.

We rested for a few minutes. Both of us were hot and sweaty, our faces shiny, damp hair clinging to our foreheads. “That was nice,” Karen giggled, as she sucked the finger that had been inside my pussy.

“Yeah, it was,” I agreed. “We should do it again. I’m glad I’m in those special classes at your school.”

We laughed about that. Karen and I kissed a while longer, but didn’t have any more orgasms that afternoon. Finally we got back in the front seat, straightened ourselves up as best we could, then drove to my house.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked as the Toyota pulled into our driveway.

It was not quite 5:00. My mom wasn’t home yet and wouldn’t be for perhaps another hour. Dana was still at work too, at the insurance agency.

“Um…” Karen was staring at our front door, probably recalling her experiences from a few years earlier. “Not yet. Later, but, I just want to, like, think about it for a while first, okay?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “Hey, but, you know, I… I wanted to tell you I’m sorry for what happened then, how I scared you and stuff. I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s all right,” she grinned. “I’ll admit I was scared. But as I’ve thought about it, over all these years, now it seems kind of, you know, like, kinky and cool. Like I want to do it again or something.”

“Do you?”

“Well, maybe. But like I said, I just want to think about everything for a while. I’ll see you Friday, okay?”

“Okay.”

She leaned over and kissed my lips. I returned her kiss, then got out of the car with my backpack. I waved as she drove away.

It turned out I didn’t see Karen on Friday, although I did see her plenty after that. But that night at dinner, Mommy had an exciting announcement. She told me and Kate and Molly about some special plans she’d made for us. She’d already informed the school that we wouldn’t be there on Friday. We were going away that day, taking a trip.

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