Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Gwen Learns Many Things

By Cheryl Taggert 

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By Friday night Gwen Fremont had made some headway on the case she was working for Kayleigh Katz, the famous porn star. She was headed over to the home Kayleigh shared with her daughter and Cindy’s daughter to catch her up on the progress. It wasn’t much, mostly just basic information, but she had promised to keep Kayleigh informed of things on a weekly basis unless something major came to light, in which case she would call her right away.

She could have called Kayleigh this time, but she wanted to see the sexy woman again. She had rented one of the woman’s movies the night before, and she was still tingling from watching the erotic film. She supposed many people of both sexes had fantasies about Kayleigh, and she was certainly no different.

She pulled into the driveway and saw that a girl’s bicycle was parked up the long driveway near the house. The bike’s high seat placement revealed it belonged to someone taller than Cindy’s daughter, Jenna, so Gwen figured it belonged to Kayleigh’s daughter, Cheryl. As she drove up the driveway towards the house, she wondered what it must be like to be raised by someone in Kayleigh’s line of work. Gwen hadn’t failed to notice the obvious and immediate crush the young girl had felt upon seeing her for the first time.

It also occurred to Gwen that a lot of Kayleigh’s work was available on some of the more popular porn sites on the Internet, and she wondered what the extent of the young girl’s knowledge of her mother’s work was. She was aware Kayleigh had America Online, and sex was probably half the reason people were online in the first place. The vast majority of Kayleigh’s job entailed sex with other women. What would be the effect on Cheryl of seeing her mother having sex with beautiful women if she had ventured onto AOL and the Internet to find sex scenes starring her mom?

Gwen suspected that being raised in such an environment would lend itself to early sexual exploration, and possibly an extreme openness about sexual matters in the home. Her own parents had been strict Catholics for whom the only admission they had sex was the fact they had six children, all girls, of which Gwen was the second oldest. She had enjoyed sex with her older sister as well as the one younger sister closest in age to her. The lesbian incest had continued down the line, with each younger sister ending up having sex with the one younger than her as well as the one older until the end of the line of daughters, her youngest sister, Taylor, who had no younger sister, but who certainly enjoyed sex with her older sister, Coleen.

Gwen had never had sex with her two youngest sisters, feeling their age difference made sex with them a bit too creepy. Danielle, Gwen’s younger sister, was two years younger than Gwen was and was fair-game, as far as she thought, but Coleen was three years younger than Danielle. That meant an age difference of five years between Gwen and Coleen, too many years separating them to have had fun with each other.

However, Coleen and Taylor had shared a room, and many were the nights Gwen would hear them having sex through the thin walls. At such times Gwen would masturbate listening to them, wondering what it would be like to have sex with them, although she had never attempted it.

Gwen’s older sister, Lynnette, lived nearby and was married with two daughters, Clare and Carmen, aged fourteen and ten. Lynnette had become like their mother, more or less ignoring the fact that people had sex. Gwen felt that was a shame. Lynnette had been really hot as the teenager who had introduced her younger sister, Gwen herself, to the joys lesbian sex. Gwen had seduced her younger sister Danielle within a week of being introduced to sister-sister sex, and the line of seduction continued until Coleen had seduced Taylor, who was now twenty-six.

Finally switching off the car, Gwen started up the long sidewalk that led to the front door of the expensive home. The house was set quite a distance from the street, and the walkway wound from a guest parking area to the front door. As she walked the twenty yards or so to the house, she thought about her own brush with the porn industry.

When Gwen had been younger, she had been offered the opportunity to make porn movies, but she was too shy and private to ever perform in front of a camera. Seeing the fruits of Kayleigh’s labors in the form of this show-piece of a home made her wonder for just a moment if she’d made the wrong decision.

No, she thought to herself, I am who I am. Being curious is part of my life. She grinned at that thought. She had always been extremely nosy, always wanting to know the dirt on whoever she met, and being a private detective was the perfect job for her. Her favorite jobs were the most frequent ones: finding out if a husband or wife was being unfaithful. She loved snooping. Therefore, when she passed the window that looked into Cheryl’s downstairs bedroom, she noticed the curtains were open slightly, no more than a few inches, and she casually glanced into the lit room beyond out of habit.

What she saw made her freeze in place. She felt the blood drain from her face as she looked into the young teenager’s room. As she felt a familiar stirring below, she was aware of where that blood was headed.

On the bed were Cheryl, Jenna, a girl she didn’t know who looked Cheryl’s age — and Kayleigh Katz. They were all naked. The girl Gwen didn’t know had her head positioned over Cheryl’s pussy, which Gwen couldn’t see because Cheryl’s nearer leg was raised into an upside-down V with her knee in the air. This same girl who was obviously licking Cheryl’s pussy had her hips twisted so that her pussy was facing the window, and Jenna was plunging two fingers into the girl. She would occasionally withdraw the fingers, push them into her mouth for a few seconds, then return them to the girl’s pussy to fuck the young girl and gather more juices.

Kayleigh Katz was squatting over her daughter’s face. Enough of Cheryl’s face was visible at times to make her identification clear, but the girl was licking her mother’s pussy, seeming to feast on the flow of fluids that were running out of the porn star’s vagina.

Gwen stood there on the dimly lit sidewalk, feeling moisture build inside her as well. It shocked the woman that this erotic, highly illegal sight was making her extremely horny.

Well, truth be told, she had been horny before arriving at their home from thinking about Kayleigh, as well as the fun she’d had with her sisters.

But this was an entirely new level of heat. The shock of seeing that Kayleigh Katz had sex with her thirteen-year-old daughter Cheryl was both unsettling and erotic. Add to this the fact that Cheryl’s friend, who also looked about thirteen, and the TEN-year-old Jenna were also involved in the small orgy, and the shock was fascinating and highly stimulating.

These young girls were making love like grown women. This had obviously been going on for a long time.

Gwen watched Cheryl’s mouth and tongue devouring her mother’s pussy with love and affection. This was clearly something the girl loved doing. Gwen could see that this could not be the result of coercion or anything like it. Cheryl was obviously quite happy at the moment. She did wonder, however, how such a relationship began.

Gwen thought back to her own youth and how much she and Lynnette had enjoyed their times together before Lynnette went away to college and began to ignore the fun they’d had. She remembered how much fun she and Danielle had had over the years of their youth. They hadn’t done anything together since Gwen had turned twenty. She realized now that she missed those times. And she also wondered if Danielle had ever missed them as well.

As she watched the scene before her, she felt her pussy flooding her panties. She knew if she were to sit down right then, the moisture would easily soak through her thin, cotton slacks and tell anyone who saw her that she’d either pissed herself or had gotten very horny.

She began to hear squeals coming from beyond the window. Cheryl was starting to come. She was bucking her hips into the mouth of the other young girl. As her hips rose and dropped, she could see the girl also had her thumb inside Cheryl’s pussy, and a finger inside her butthole.

Waves of desire clenched Gwen as she watched the beautiful thirteen-year-old climax. These waves doubled in intensity when Kayleigh began to come while riding her daughter’s face.

Gwen suddenly realized she wanted to be a part of this. She remembered listening to her youngest sisters and wishing she were not so much older than they were. She now realized that shouldn’t have meant anything. If the desires were mutual, she should have given in to them. She remembered being a senior in high school and hearing them make love in the next bedroom, touching herself until she came or inviting Danielle to come listen as well. Coleen had been fourteen then, and Taylor was twelve. She would never be able to re-capture those moments.

But there was a room of girls right here who were involved sexually right then. And a mother who not only allowed them to be sexual with each other but also with her.

Without thinking it over, she stepped to the window and tapped loudly on it, pressing her face to it so everyone would be able to see who it was.

Shocked faces, probably resembling the shock she’d had moments before upon seeing this highly erotic sight, turned to the window. Kayleigh turned pale as she saw Gwen at the window.

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“Oh, my God!” Mom said, staring at the window.

Seeing Ms. Fremont staring in at us, I shrieked in surprise. Deanna and Jenna scrambled to cover themselves, which I later realized was funny considering the woman had obviously seen everything already.

“Everyone stay here,” Mom said, pointing in the direction of the front door to let Ms. Fremont know to go there to be let in. Mom had been pale a moment ago, but now she was turning red. I didn’t know if it was embarrassment or anger, maybe both. After all, the woman had spied on us. I know I was pissed that she’d done that. I could only imagine what Mom felt.

Mom stormed out of my room, still naked, and went to let Ms. Fremont in. We could hear the entire conversation as she opened the door and the private detective entered the foyer.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Mom shouted as the door closed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to see anything. I was just coming over to fill you in on how your case is going. I just glanced in and saw what you were doing.”

“Did it ever occur to you I didn’t pay you to spy on me?!”

“I know. I understand,” Gwen said. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t tell a soul. I swear.”

Mom seemed to calm down a bit when Ms. Fremont said that.

“Why would you do that? Why would you spy on us like that?” Mom asked.

“I’m sorry,” Ms. Fremont said again. “I didn’t mean to. I just glanced at the window when I was passing it and… well… I just couldn’t… un-see it.”

Then Mom began to cry, either in anger or embarrassment, which made me even madder than I already was.

“God! What you must think of me!” Mom cried. “I swear the girls love it. I didn’t seduce them or anything!”

“I could tell,” Ms. Fremont said.

“What you must think of me!” Mom said again. I could tell from the slightly muffled sound that her hands were covering her face.

“Here’s what I think of you,” Ms. Fremont said.

Then there was silence. It lasted for several seconds. Then I heard the distinct sound of a kiss ending as their lips parted.

I glanced at Deanna, who was staring wide-eyed at me, her mouth hanging open, which made me realize my mouth was doing the same thing, so I shut it.

I glanced at Jenna, who was crying.

“Don’t cry, Jen-a-licious!” I said, and pulled her to me.

“They’re gonna take me away from you!” she said, burying her face in my neck.

I smoothed her hair and shushed her. “Shh… nobody’s going to do that. I won’t let them,” I said, not knowing what I would do to stop the authorities from removing us from the home we loved. Then I realized nobody would ever know, other than Ms. Fremont. The silence in the foyer was continuing, meaning she and Mom were making out.

Jenna stopped crying as I started putting two and two together, figuring out that the sight of our little orgy had turned Ms. Fremont on, apparently.

Finally, my curiosity got the better of me. Disentangling myself from Jenna, I rose from the bed and walked quietly out toward the foyer. Deanna followed, joined by Jenna, who was wiping away the tears.

We padded, naked, to the entry of the foyer.

As I suspected, they were kissing. Mom, of course, was naked. Ms. Fremont was now topless. Her slacks were in a puddle at her feet. Her panties were still on, but I knew that wouldn’t last long.

My pussy had dried out a bit since seeing Ms. Fremont’s face in my bedroom window, but now it once again began to fill with moisture. I could feel my clit responding to the knowledge that Ms. Fremont, rather than turn us in to Child Protection Services, was about to join us instead. My mouth began to water like my pussy as I pictured myself licking and sucking this beautiful woman’s pussy.

A flash of boldness seemed to fill me, and I stepped over to my mom and Ms. Fremont. Putting my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, I pulled them down, exposing her shapely butt to my gaze. I could see the abundant juices that coated the gusset of her panties.

Ms. Fremont — Gwen to me from that moment on — lifted her dainty feet one by one and allowed me to fully remove her slacks and panties. She toed the heel of her shoes, one at a time, and now she was fully naked, standing in our foyer, making out with my mom.

I lifted her panties to my nose and inhaled. Her aroma was tantalizing and lovely. I licked the gusset, getting my first taste of her.

Now both Deanna and Jenna were standing beside me. I offered each a lick from the panties. They both were smiling at me. Jenna’s tears were long gone, though I could see their remnants clinging to her naturally long eyelashes.

I leaned over and kissed Deanna then did the same to my sister. Our tongues wrapped around each other, pressing and sliding. I could taste a mixture of myself and Gwen on Deanna’s tongue and lips before sharing those flavors with Jenna.

Then I squatted, followed by Deanna and Jenna. I leaned into Gwen’s butt, spreading her ass cheeks so I could tongue her spotless butthole.

Gwen groaned as my tongue made contact and she pushed her butt back to meet my mouth.

Running my hand up her inner thigh, I arrived at Gwen’s wet pussy. I plunged two fingers into her. She was flooded inside. Her goo literally ran down my fingers toward my palm.

Jenna, who was watching this, put her own hand on Gwen’s slit and began to masturbate the woman’s clit while my fingers plunged in and out, fucking her.

Deanna, meanwhile, placed her head below Gwen’s pussy and began licking the juices off my fingers and hand. Then she placed her tongue alongside Jenna’s fingers and began licking Gwen’s clit while Jenna rubbed it.

Gwen and my mom broke their kiss for a moment.

“Wait,” Gwen said. “If I come like this, I’ll probably fall down. My knees already feel weak.”

“Then let’s all go back to Cheryl’s room,” Mom said.

We arranged ourselves on my bed and continued making love. I got my wish to devour Gwen’s delicious pussy, as did the rest of us. By the time we had come several times, we had each been licked by Gwen, as well as being granted the joy of licking her. All of us except Jenna got to do what Mom and I called “riding the wave,” which was a series of orgasms that would lessen in intensity only to ride up again to a height that topped the previous climax. It was like riding waves in the ocean or going on a roller coaster with each hill being higher than the last. Jenna had never been able to experience that, and she was jealous, but she still came at least five times that night.

When it was over, we lay exhausted in my bed, finding a place in the tangle of bodies to rest.

Gwen told us of her sisters and how they had each engaged in girl-girl sex of some kind when they were young. She also explained how she had never had sex with her two youngest sisters and talked about how much she regretted that, especially now that she knew how much fun sex with much younger girls could be.

Then Gwen got down to the real reason she had come over and informed us that she had found out where Cindy was from in Texas and had called her parents to inquire about her to see if they’d heard anything from her.

“Not only had they not heard anything, they didn’t care to. Apparently, they knew about Cindy’s chosen lifestyle and had disowned her.”

This was news to Jenna. Cindy had told her that her own parents had died in a car accident.

“Well, honey, I guess to her, they were dead since they wanted nothing to do with her at all,” Mom said.

“I also called a number I got from one of the girls who turn tricks for the same people. I called and asked to speak to the head man of the operation, pretending I had a business proposition for him. They wouldn’t connect me to him or give me his number or anything, but they did tell me I could call back in a week and they’d see if he wanted to talk to me. I could have left my number for him to call, but I didn’t want them tracing it back to me.”

Finally, I said, “Mom, maybe Gwen can help me with my problem.”

“You mean that guy who raped Jenna?” Gwen asked.

“No. Another one,” I said.

“Wow. You folks are really gonna keep me busy,” Gwen said with a small laugh.

“I don’t know, honey,” Mom said. “I think we can handle this one on our own. I think my idea will work fine.”

“Okay, now you’ve got me curious,” Gwen said. “What’s the problem?”

“Well,” I began. “I’m having trouble with this girl at school.”

“Okay, sorry,” Gwen interrupted. “I don’t deal in teen drama. It will all blow over in a week or two on its own.”

“This isn’t teen drama. It’s blackmail,” I said, momentarily hurt by the way she had dismissed my problem.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I will at least listen and see if I can give you some advice,” Gwen said.

“There’s this girl at school who found out what my mom and us do together.”

“You mean the sex?” Gwen asked, suddenly a lot more interested since this was obviously more of a problem than just teen drama.

“Yeah,” I said. “She’s blackmailing me into being her sex slave.”

“What has she made you do?” Gwen asked.

“Nothing yet, but she will. Mom and I have a plan of sorts, but I thought maybe if we knew more about her, it might be easier to make our plan work,” I said.

“What kind of plan?” Gwen wanted to know.

“We’re gonna blackmail her,” I said.

“For what?” Gwen asked.

“Well, she’s having sex with her sister. I warned her I would tell everyone about that if she told about my mom and me and Jenna, but she said nobody would believe me. They’d just think I was making something up because she’d told about me and my mom.”

“Well, she’s probably right there. Some people might suspect she’s having sex with her sister when you say that, but she’s got an easy explanation,” Gwen said. “People would probably think you made it up.”

“I’d be called a liar and a perv,” I said. “And so would Jenna.”

“How old is the sister?”

“She’s ten,” I said. “She’s a friend of Jenna’s and they’ve — well, I mean we’ve — done stuff together. She’s cute.”

“And how old is this girl who’s blackmailing you?” she asked. “And what’s her name?”

“She’s fourteen. Her name’s Clare,” I said.

Gwen gave me a rather odd look. “I have a niece named Clare.”

“I doubt she’s your niece,” I said. “She’s too mean.”

“Honey, I told you. Meanness isn’t hereditary,” Mom said. “Carmen’s lovely and sweet.”

“Carmen?” Gwen asked, her face turning white. “Who’s Carmen? Not her sister, I hope!”

We looked at Gwen and I nodded, knowing exactly why Gwen had gone so pale and also knowing what she was about to say. I felt goose-pimples rising on my arms and neck.

“My niece Clare has a ten-year-old sister named Carmen,” she said.

“HO-LY FUCK!” Mom said. “Is their last name Cashion?”

Gwen stared at mom and nodded.

For a moment we sat there, speechless.

“Well, I guess that means you know a lot about Clare,” I said.

“Well,” Gwen said, “I didn’t know she and Carmen were having sex with each other until one minute ago.” She paused for a second before adding, “But I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, after all.”

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