Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Dear Reader,

You clicked the choice that Cassy has an incestuous relationship with her daughter, Becca. You will find the ending you chose below, after a little of the previous text from the story.

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Becca had to restrain herself from reaching down and touching herself.

“What happened to her?”

“I met your father. She was devastated when I started dating him.”

“Reba is an unusual name. Was she named after that singer?”

“I don’t know, but you’re named after her. Her full name was Rebecca.”

Becca sat there for a moment, processing this. She was named for her mom’s teenage lesbian lover. “Did you love each other?”

“Yes. I loved her even after meeting your father and falling in love with him. In a way, I still love Reba.”

“Where is she now?”

“I don’t know. She left town after graduation and I’ve not heard from her since.”

“Then she doesn’t know I’m named after her?”

“Not unless someone else told her I have a daughter named Rebecca who goes by Becca. That was one thing I couldn’t allow because it would be too painful to call you Reba.”

“Do you think… I mean… do you ever… well… look at me and think of her?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, echoed in Becca’s mind.

It was Cassy’s turn to blush. She looked down at her hands and nodded. “Yes, honey. I do. It actually scares me sometimes.”

Becca couldn’t believe it. Was her mom saying what Becca thought she was saying?

“Why does it scare you?”

“Oh, honey, I’m not sure we should get into that.”

“But that’s exactly what I want to get into,” Becca said.

“Sweetie, you don’t know what you’re saying. You don’t understand.”

“Yes, Mom, I do know what I’m saying,” Becca pleaded. “I know exactly what I’m saying, in fact. And I do understand. I understand more than you know.”

Cassy looked at her daughter, wondering, and said, “You can’t know. It’s too….” Becca kissed her mother in a way she never had before, cutting off her mother’s denial.

Leaning back after the kiss, Becca said, “I do know. I know because that’s how I look at you sometimes. At least I do now.”

Cassy looked at her daughter. The rest of the images from the time she caught her daughter masturbating at age ten surfaced. She had pushed them away before, but now she accepted them. What was more, she needed to confess them to Becca.

“My God,” Cassy said. “I feel I need to tell you about something. Something I did when you were younger.”

“What?” Becca asked, wondering what had happened that her mom felt she needed to tell her right now, of all times. She’d just admitted to her mother she wanted her… sexually. What would be more important than that?

“Honey, don’t be mad at me, okay?”

“I won’t,” Becca answered, completely perplexed.

“When you were ten, I walked in on you.”

“Walked in on me?”

“Yes… you were… well, you were masturbating.”

“And you saw me?”

“Yes.”

Although Cassy had wondered if Becca would be angry about this, what she saw in her daughter’s eyes was anything but anger. She seemed to be… well… turned on by this news.

“What did you do?” Becca asked, interested in discussing this moment from her childhood.

“I’m not sure I should tell you,” Cassy said, blushing.

“I’m positive you should,” Becca replied, her heart rate increasing with the excitement that was building.

“Are you sure you won’t hate me?”

“Positive.” Becca could guess what had happened. It was written all over her mother’s blushing face, but she wanted to hear it.

“I stood outside your door and listened as you… as you came.”

“And…?” Becca knew there was more.

“I… um… I masturbated myself, right along with you.”

“Holy fuck,” Becca said, knowing what her mom would say, but still aroused into comment by hearing it anyway.

Cassy ignored the profanity. Who was she to prevent her daughter from swearing? She’d done much more than that, and now she felt the need to tell Becca everything — so the girl could make a fully informed decision about what she claimed she wanted.

“Did you come?” Becca asked to prod her mother to continue.

“Yes. In fact, we came together. My orgasm began just seconds after yours did.”

“That’s amazing. I wish you had let me watch you.”

This shocked Cassy, yet on the other hand, it was expected, based on the confession Becca had made moments before — or at least a strongly hinted confession.

“I wasn’t aware you would like that.”

“I would have. Very much.”

“There’s more,” Cassy added, watching for Becca’s reaction.

“More?” Becca asked, wondering just how far this went.

“I used to sneak into your room at night when you were asleep.”

“Really?!”

“Yes. I would sneak in and…. well… you were always a very heavy sleeper back then. I swear, I could have knocked over a dozen things, and you’d have slept through it.”

Becca laughed at the memory. “Yes, I remember.”

“While you slept, I thought… I mean I would… well… pull your panties down and… um… look at you.”

Becca stood, unzipping and unsnapping her shorts, shedding them before sitting down again next to her mother. Cassy watched this in fascination, oddly wondering why her daughter was doing this. She stared, wide-eyed, as Becca’s hand stole down her tummy and slipped beneath the elastic waistline of her panties. She watched as her daughter’s fingers began a slow massage of her pussy.

“Go on, Mommy. Tell me more.”

“Well, for a while… I… um… for a while,” Cassy stammered, unable to concentrate on what she was saying due to the distracting hand rubbing the soft lips behind the gauzy cotton of the panties.

“Say it,” Becca said, and Cassy continued.

“For a while I just would watch you and… I would….” Cassy looked down at Becca’s hand beneath the panties. “I would do that while looking at your mound.”

“You would masturbate while looking at my pussy?” Becca asked, using the more erotic word for her center of pleasure.

Cassy nodded, “Yes.”

“You said you did this ‘for a while.’ What did you do later?” Becca asked, her hand moving a bit more rapidly as she smeared the juices across her inner labia and clit.

“Yes. Well, I… uh….” The sound of Becca’s fingers sliding around in what must be an abundant wetness distracted Cassy again. Her own pussy was starting to boil over as well. She couldn’t believe how erotic this was.

“What did you do later, Mommy?” Becca asked as she reached up through the hem of her shirt and began to squeeze and pinch her boobs.

Cassy could see her daughter’s nipples poking out and making small points in the t-shirt. Her pussy was beginning to spill its cream into her panties. “I… well… I wanted to know what you tasted like.”

“You mean you wanted to taste my cunt?” Becca asked, now using the most vulgar, yet exciting, name for her pussy she knew.

“Yes.”

“And did you?”

“Yes. I couldn’t help myself. It was so pretty. You had no hair down there yet, and the smooth lips were so beautiful. I could even see hints of moisture as I arranged your legs to give me the best view.”

“How did I taste, Mommy? How did your daughter’s pussy taste?”

By now, Cassy was so turned on, she would have fucked anything or anyone handy. She could feel her cunt sliding around on the slickness of her juices that now coated the gusset of her panties to a point of saturation. She involuntarily licked her lips, remembering and imagining at the same time.

“How did it taste?” Becca asked again.

“Delicious.”

“I sometimes taste myself now,” said Becca, pulling her wet hand from inside her panties and demonstrating for her mother. She pushed her index and middle fingers into her mouth and sucked and licked them clean.

Then she offered her ring and pinkie fingers to her mother, raising her eyebrows as she did to ask silently if her mother wanted another taste.

Cassy opened her mouth and accepted the fingers. She sucked them, relishing the flavor. Her eyes were closed, remembering when she would touch her daughter’s pussy while the little girl slept and lick the wetness from her own fingers.

The taste was very similar to what it had been then, but more pungent now. More flavorful. Her daughter’s more mature pussy was flowing with juices that tasted even better now.

Opening her eyes, Cassy looked at her daughter, only seventeen, and wanted her. She could see the love and desire reflected in Becca’s eyes as well.

“Mommy,” Becca said, tears welling in her eyes. “Make love to me. Please?”

A sudden thought occurred to Cassy. “Oh, we can’t, honey. Gina and the kids are upstairs. They’ll be down any minute.”

Becca nearly laughed, but held it to a smile. “Would you like for them to join us?”

Cassy froze. Them? All of them? The little ones too? What was Becca saying? 

“I don’t understand,” Cassy said.

Becca figured if her mom wanted to have sex with her own daughter, she couldn’t very well condemn others for the same desires.

“Mom, it wasn’t just a party last night. It was an orgy. An all-girl orgy, complete with women and girls… Mothers and daughters. I found myself wanting you there too.”

“Are you saying Gina and…”

“Yes. And they love it.”

“Even the girls?”

“Especially the girls,” Becca assured her.

“Lori?”

“Yes, even Lori,” she answered, then continued. “Mom, licking a little girl… who wants it… is like nothing else in the world. It’s so beautiful.”

“But what if they come down? It would still be a shock,” Cassy said.

“Believe me, they’ll love it!”

Becca leaned into her mother and forced her to lie on her back on the sofa. She immediately began to undress her, removing the t-shirt, the shorts and panties. After those scant pieces of clothing were gone, her mother lay naked before her. She’d seen her mom naked before, but never like this. This was an enticement. A type of irresistible magnet.

Becca stood up and nearly tore her own remaining clothes from her body. When she was naked, she lay on top of her mother and started kissing her again, her tongue doing things to her mother’s tongue that it had never done before.

An erotic energy seemed to crackle in the air. This energy seemed to meld their bodies together in an effort to satisfy their frenetic desires — an aching thirst that was finally being quenched.

They heard a small gasp from the doorway to the kitchen and looked up to see Lynn and Lori standing there. As they took in what was happening, they both smiled.

“I didn’t know you and your mom did it too!” Lynn said, enthusiasm and excitement filling every breath.

“Yeah, you shoulda had your mom there last night,” Lori said.

Then Gina was there, gaping at the two on the sofa. Grinning, she removed her clothing, and the girls followed their mother’s lead. Gina started toward the newest mother-daughter pair but stopped.

“Can we take this to a bedroom? I spent half the night having sex on the floor last night. It was a plush carpet, but I think we need a bed,” she said.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Cassy asked, indicating Lynn and Lori.

“Are you kidding? Just wait until they get their mouths on you. It’s like opening the floodgates and letting the orgasms begin.”

The five of them mounted the stairs and ended up in Cassy’s bed.

“Can we take turns sitting on your face?” Lori asked Cassy.

“Maybe in a minute,” Gina said. “Let’s allow the mother and daughter to seal their relationship.”

Gina and her daughters watched as Becca and Cassy got into the sixty-nine position. Becca was not aware how much her mother loved this position with another woman, but she wanted to make love to her mom while her mom made love to her.

Sliding her tongue into her mother’s pussy for the first time, Becca felt all the worry and anxiety melt away, replaced by pure lust. She couldn’t believe she was as wet and horny as she was, considering how much sex she’d had the night before, not to mention the sex with Carolyn and her family all week.

Becca felt her mother’s tongue enter her, fucking in and out of her soaked vagina, licking the cream up, her mother’s tongue scooping the nectar up and swallowing it.

Despite all the sex the past week, Becca could tell she was about to explode, and based on Cassy’s gyrations, Becca knew her mother wasn’t far behind.

Becca began licking and sucking her mother’s pussy while playfully touching Cassy’s butthole. She hoped her mom liked being touched there.

The fact her mom spiraled straight into a powerful orgasm as soon as her daughter touched her rosebud told Becca all she needed to know about that.

Within seconds, Becca was slamming into her own climax. She felt wave after wave of mind-numbing tremors cascading throughout her body, seeming to spiral out from her clitoris. This seemed to go on for several minutes, and it may well have. The teenager was too involved in the delicious tremors to notice the passing of time.

When the mother and daughter moved to where they could kiss and fondle one another, they looked at Gina and her daughters.

“Top that!” Cassy said, before turning to her daughter for a lover’s kiss.

“Welcome to the club!” Lori said.

“What club?” asked Cassy.

“Our new club!” Lynn shouted, taking over for her sister. “There are lots of members. It’s called The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club! And now you’re a member too!”

With that, Gina and her girls fell onto the bed and began doing their best to top what Becca and her mother had done moments before. As Cassy and Becca watched, they felt new moisture begin to fill their pussies, and soon they were all involved in a frenzy of lesbian incest.

Still, nobody was able to declare a winner, exactly. After all was said and done, they all felt like winners.

And that was exactly as it should be.

I certainly hope you enjoyed this ending!! Let me know in the comments if you did!

THE END

Cheryl Taggert