Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

“Tina, I need to tell you about something,” said Valerie.

We were in the modern kitchen of their restored Victorian home. Tina was watching over a half dozen wieners, poaching in a pot on the stove. Valerie was preparing celery sticks. I was peeling oranges and separating them into slices. We’d decided to add some sides that would make our dinner at least halfway healthy. Waiting in the freezer for dessert were two quarts of Baskin-Robbins Mint Chocolate Chip.

“While you kids were working on the tire swing this afternoon,” Valerie continued, “Shelly and I were doing some work too, making plans. They concern you, and your sister as well.”

“Okay,” said Tina, as she opened a package of hot dog buns. The younger girls were in the living room, trying various outfits on Becky’s huge collection of Barbies.

“It’s about secrets, about sharing secrets,” said Valerie. “Shelly has this idea for a club, and I think it’s a good one. Women and girls, people we can trust, will get together once a month and we’ll all share our secrets with each other, our most private secrets. The inaugural meeting is tentatively planned for next weekend, here.”

The pretty teen smiled at her mom. “That sounds cool. Who’s gonna be invited?”

I answered, “Well, the first time it’ll be just our two families, plus my sister Jae, along with another family we know, the Beddingdons, a divorced mom with two daughters. That’s the plan, anyway. I haven’t told any of them about this yet. I only had the idea last night. I think they’ll like it, though.”

“But then after that, after the first meeting, maybe we can invite more people?” asked Tina.

“Sure, probably,” I nodded, “though of course we’ll have to be very careful that we’re sure we can trust them. If we’re really going to tell each other all our secrets, that’ll be super important.”

“Did you have someone in mind?” Valerie asked her daughter.

“Yeah, I might,” Tina winked. “There’s this one girl at school I sorta have a feeling about, like maybe she’s keeping some big secrets. You know her, Shelly. Reagan McCormick?”

“Reagan? Really??” My eyebrows shot up. I knew her, all right. Reagan was a junior, on the honor roll, very pretty, but also seemingly straight-laced, from a well-to-do but conservative family. Her father was a judge. What naughty secrets could that girl have to hide?

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves yet,” said Valerie. “We can talk about others to invite after we’ve had our first meeting next weekend. We’ll need to make sure everything goes well then. The thing is, there will be several young girls there, including your sister Becky. Some of what those kids are going to hear might surprise them. That’s why I wanted to talk with you about this, Tina. Shelly already knows our secrets, of course. We’ve shared them with her, but…”

I jumped in. “I told your mom this afternoon about me and you, Tina, what we did together, and I also told her about me and Kerie, all the things I’ve done with her. She knows everything.”

Now Tina’s eyes went wide. She looked at me, then at her mother, as if worried there might be trouble.

Valerie smiled. “It’s all right, everything’s fine. I understand what happened between the two of you and I have no problem with that. It’s fine. You have my blessing. As for what’s going on between Shelly and her beautiful daughter — well, that’s exactly why we want to start this club, so women and girls can share those kinds of special secrets with each other. Shelly thinks there could be other moms and daughters, or maybe sisters, who are doing similar things. Possibly even lots of them.”

“I already know a couple other families I’m dying to invite,” I said. “But your mom is right. First we have to make sure we get off to a good start, with our opening meeting. After that we can talk about expanding the club.”

“What I’m concerned about now,” said Valerie to Tina, “is your sister. I don’t want to surprise her next weekend with all of this. She’ll be hearing enough new things from the other family, the Beddingdons. I want her already to know about us, about me and you, the things we’ve done, and also perhaps about Shelly and Kerie. Don’t you think that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, I do,” Tina nodded. “You’re right, we should make sure to tell her in advance about at least some of it.”

Something occurred to me. “You know, since they’re having their sleepover tonight, this might be a perfect opportunity for Kerie to let Becky know about all the things she and I do together. It might actually be easier for Becky if she hears it from Kerie. What do you think?”

They both liked the sound of that idea.

“And at some point during the week,” Valerie said, “we’ll find a way to let her know about the rest of it — about you and me watching videos together and masturbating, and making our own videos too. I suppose that’ll make a good beginning for her sex education.”

“I don’t know, Mom,” said Tina. “We haven’t really talked about it much, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Becky already knows a whole lot about sex. Kids grow up fast these days, with the Internet and everything.”

Valerie smiled ruefully. “You might be right. We’ll see, I guess.”

By then, everything was ready. We set the table, called the little girls, and sat down to enjoy our gourmet meal of hot dogs and ice cream.

 

After dinner, and a quick cleanup, we assembled in the parlor on the second floor to watch Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, which everyone loved. Then it was time for bed.

As we started getting up from our comfy seats on the sofa, Valerie said, “Tina, why don’t you and Becky go down and bring up the clean clothes from the dryer, okay? That way, Kerie will have her things to put on in the morning.”

“Okay.”

Sitting down again, I took my daughter onto my lap. This seemed liked a good time to talk to her. While Valerie was removing the DVD from the player, I said to Kerie, “Honey, you like Becky a lot, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh. She’s my friend.”

“That’s right, she’s a good friend. In fact, I think she’s such a good friend that it might be a nice idea if you told her some of our secrets tonight.”

“Our secrets?”

“Yes, you know, about the special games we play with each other. The things we’re not supposed to tell anyone about. I want you to tell Becky, if you want to. You can tell her about kissing and, well… everything.”

“Everything?”

“Uh-huh, that’s right.”

A big smile lit up my daughter’s face. “It’ll be fun telling her that. And can I show her too? Like I showed Melissa?”

I looked up at Valerie, who was listening to our conversation. “Is that okay with you? If the girls sort of, you know, experiment with things?”

The woman hesitated. I couldn’t tell if she was apprehensive about what I’d asked, or maybe turned on by it. Possibly it was both. She took a deep breath before replying, licked her lips, then said, “Yes, if the two of them want to play with each other, that’s fine with me. They can do anything they want.”

“Yay!” Kerie bounced happily on my lap.

Tina and Becky returned, arms full of clean laundry. Valerie took the towels and set them down. We escorted the younger girls to Becky’s room, encouraging them not to stay up too late — a request we knew very well would be ignored.

Upon closing the door, Valerie took my hand and Tina’s too. With a smile, she kissed our cheeks, then led us back to the parlor, a few steps away.

“I was wondering, Shelly, if you might like to watch some of our home movies tonight,” the woman said, with a wink.

“Ooh, yeah,” Tina giggled. “That’d be awesome.”

“Home movies, huh?” I leered. “Okay, sure, that sounds good.”

After spreading the freshly laundered towels on the sofa, Valerie turned the TV back on, selected an unmarked DVD case, and started up the player.

There was no door to the parlor, I noted. It was open to the hall. If the little girls happened to leave Becky’s room and come our way, they would be able to see everything — not only what we were watching on the screen, but whatever we might be doing as well. Evidently this wasn’t a problem for Valerie. She appeared ready to share all their secrets.

The video began. It opened with a shot of Tina in a transparent cream-colored negligee, standing beside a bed. She wore nothing underneath. I could clearly see her pert nipples and her shaved slit. The teenager posed for the camera, making eyes. I heard a woman’s voice, Valerie’s, of course, urging her on.

The scene dissolved to a shot of Valerie adorned in a sheer black bra along with black stockings and a garter belt, with no undies. Her dark pubic hair was closely trimmed, but not shaved. She was standing by the same bed, wearing spike heels, posing and leering, licking her lips and rubbing her hands up and down her shapely body.

“Wow,” I murmured, crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs together.

I was on the sofa, seated between Valerie and her daughter. The girl already had a hand inside her shorts, playing with herself. Valerie had her loose summer dress hiked up and was rubbing her pussy through her satin panties. I hadn’t started to masturbate yet, not because I didn’t want to, but simply because I was too engrossed in what I was watching.

The video shifted back and forth between the two sexy females, showing off, stripping and touching themselves. Soon they were lying on the bed, on their backs with legs spread apart, both nearly naked. It was extremely hot to see — and the fact that they were mother and daughter made it even hotter. I unbuttoned my shorts and slid a hand inside my panties, massaging my slippery wet sex.

When the screen presented a close-up of Valerie’s juicy pussy, fingers holding it open for the camera, I heard a cry. Tina was coming next to me. Valerie followed not far behind. I glanced at each of them, but kept most of my attention on the video as I continued masturbating.

The climax, so to speak, was a split-screen of Valerie and Tina, showing the pair on the bed. These were separate shots, obviously, but edited to make it look almost as if the two of them were together, side by side. Valerie is definitely skilled, I thought to myself… but my admiration soon gave way to pure, unbridled lust.

As I saw the images and listened to the sounds of their recorded orgasms — mother and daughter bringing themselves for each other — and when at the same time, I heard and smelled their real-time, in-the-flesh orgasms — both were coming again, loudly and wetly — that put me over the top. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as the pulsing, heated ecstasy exploded from my center, carrying me away.

It was a good thing Valerie laid those towels on the sofa. She and Tina each had made a lovely mess of themselves, gooey, fragrant juices coating their hands and fingers. But I’d easily outdone them.

Although I never really squirted, I was certainly capable of gushing, as I had this time. The folded towel beneath me was soaked. In preparation for that possibility, I’d pushed my shorts and panties down to my ankles, so at least my clothing was spared. Thank goodness for foresight.

The video had ended. The screen was blank. Licking our fingers, we smiled at each other, sharing the pleasurable languor that follows a strong orgasm.

After we’d caught our breath, Valerie said, “Let’s go upstairs to my room, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded.

I don’t know whether either Becky or Kerie had heard us when we came, though our climaxes were pretty loud. I never asked them about that, and they hadn’t left the bedroom, as far as I knew. They may have been oblivious to what was going on just down the hall.

At any rate, after we cleaned ourselves up with the towels, I pulled up my shorts, Valerie retrieved the DVD and put it back in its case, and we headed up the stairs to the master suite on the third floor.

“I have a favor to ask,” said the woman, as she closed the bedroom door behind us. “I’d like to make another video, but this time with the two of you together. Would that be all right?”

Tina and I looked at each other, then at Valerie.

“Together?” Tina asked.

“Yes, both of you, making love. I’d like to see that, very much — but I’d also like to shoot it, so I can watch it again whenever I want. I’ll make copies for both of you, of course, if you want them.”

I didn’t know what to say. It had never occurred to me that someone might actually want to make a movie of me having sex. For one thing, I didn’t look very much like a porn star. And for another thing, well, I’d just never thought of it. Perhaps I should have, knowing Valerie’s interest in this unusual hobby, but sometimes I can be sort of clueless.

“It’s cool with me,” said Tina. “But, Shelly, are you okay with it?”

“You can say no, if you don’t want to,” Valerie rushed to assure me. “There’ll be no hard feelings, I promise. It’s completely up to you.”

“No, I, I don’t mind doing it. It’s just, I, you know, I never thought anyone would think I was sexy enough.”

“You?” Valerie smiled. “Oh my, you’re just gorgeous, so lush and womanly, so fresh and innocent and seductive, all at once. You are incredibly sexy, Shelly.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, you are,” Tina agreed. “I think you’re totally hot. I told you that before.”

“Well, okay. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be fishing for compliments. That’s not very… but anyway, all right, if you want to, I’m up for it.”

Valerie asked us to put on some lingerie she had chosen, and then over the next hour or so, she shot a video of her teenage daughter and me making love. I’m not entirely sure how long it really was, because I sort of lost track of time.

At first, of course, I was nervous and self-conscious. But as I gave in to the delights of licking pussy and having my pussy licked, of kissing and caressing, of humping and grinding, of nipple-sucking and finger-fucking — and especially as I let myself feel the exotic thrill of having sex on camera with a 15-year-old girl while her mother was recording it — all my doubts and insecurities seemed to fade away. My inhibitions vanished.

Now I was a porn star, and so was Tina.

We opened ourselves all the way up for the camera, both figuratively and literally, spreading our cunts and asses with our fingers, really showing off. We talked dirty, as dirty as we knew how, and did everything with each other that could possibly be done. We fucked on camera, fucking each other hard, coming again and again.

About halfway through (I think it was halfway, but that’s only a guess), Valerie suddenly said, “Wait, just — hold — hold on a sec.”

She set the video camera on the bed, tugged up her dress, and shoved her hand inside her panties. With her eyes closed, the woman frantically diddled herself, and within what seemed only seconds she was climaxing, gasping and groaning. After another few seconds to regain her composure, she let her dress fall into place again, picked up the camera, and told us to resume.

I thought for a moment then about asking Valerie to join us, and I think it’s possible Tina was having the same thoughts, but neither of us said anything. There seemed to be an unspoken message from Valerie that she wanted to watch, that she loved to watch, but that she wasn’t ready yet to participate.

So, we went on. I fucked the girl and she fucked me, in every orifice. I came on her face, in her mouth, on her pussy, and with her fingers shoved inside me. I came so many times it’s impossible to count, and so did Tina. It was marathon of juicy lesbian sex.

At last, we were both exhausted. We collapsed side by side on the bed, panting, saying we simply couldn’t go on.

As we lay there, Valerie suddenly put the camera down again and hurriedly stripped off all her clothes. Naked, she climbed up on the bed, standing over us. She placed her feet on either side of our heads. Her daughter and I were looking up at the woman’s pussy. With her hands, Valerie spread herself wide open, showing us her cunt, talking very dirty, then slowly pushed two fingers deep inside. She started fucking herself, harder and harder, faster and faster — and then she did squirt!

A spray of pussy juice splashed down on Tina and me, on our faces. Then it happened again. Valerie kept fucking herself, and three more times she came very hard and very loudly, spraying us each time with her tasty juices.

Finally she was done. Trembling, unsteady, she stepped to one side, then knelt on the bed, both hands clasped between her legs. Her eyes were tightly shut, face almost beet red. She coughed and choked, gasping for air.

“Are you all right, Mom?” asked Tina.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m… I’m great,” the woman managed to say between ragged breaths.

I was amazed by what I’d seen, and felt privileged to have been there. That was, in fact, the closest Valerie has ever come to actually having sex with Tina. Although they’ve masturbated together many, many times, that’s as far as Valerie is willing to go, at least to this point. Tina would welcome the chance for more, and has openly told her mother that, but Valerie still isn’t ready. Maybe someday she will be.

I did stay over that night, but not in Valerie’s room. Instead I slept with Tina, in her bed. She and I were both so wiped out from our raunchy exhibition, however, that we didn’t have sex again. We talked for a few minutes, kissed a little, then drifted off.

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