Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Purple Les

I was sitting next to Mom on the couch, my head resting on her chest and my legs under me. I was sort of just lying against her, and she had her arm around me with her hand on my shoulder.

“What I am going to tell you, Katy, is between just you and me. I mean, anything I tell you now you can talk about with Aunt Billie, Aunt Sue, Sammie, and Penny, but no one else. Understand?”

I told her I did, and then Mom took a deep breath and said she would try to make it so it would make sense to me, she hoped. “You see, Katy, I am a lesbian. You know what that is, right?”

I nodded and said they are girls who like girls for sex.

“Well, a real lesbian loves women the way other women love men, and sex is a big part of that love. I guess you must know a lot of things about sex from reading the stories at Juicy Secrets, don’t you?”

I said I did, and Mom said that would make it a little easier for her to explain stuff to me.

“When I was fifteen, I knew I only cared about other girls as far as sex went. I couldn’t talk about it, not to my parents for sure, and not to my friends. I kept it secret. When I would masturbate…” Mom smiled at me ’cause I think I was blushing. I was sort of trying to picture her doing that. “Yes, honey, your Mom loves to masturbate, been doing it since I was thirteen. That’s why I was surprised that you had started so young.

“Anyway, when I went away to college I met a girl who — well I don’t how she knew, but she knew I liked girls — and she knew I had never been with one. She taught me everything about girl love. We had a great time for almost six months. Then she broke up with me.”

“Why did she break up with you, Mom? She must have been crazy to leave you.” Mom kissed my head.

“Oh… well, one night she asked me what I would think about when I masturbated, and I told her my favorite thing was thinking about girls. She laughed and said, ‘Duh, like, don’t we all.’ So then I told her I thought about young girls, like ages five and up to our age and older. That I didn’t know why, but thinking about young girls really made me hot. That I loved the way they looked.

“She asked me if I had ever done anything for real like that. I told her the only person I’d ever had sex with was her. She asked me if I ever had the chance and didn’t think I would get caught and there would be no harm to a child, if I would have sex with a little girl. I told her that I didn’t know for sure, but I loved the idea of it. She told me I was a sick, dangerous person, and she never wanted to see me again.”

I thought Mom looked like she was going to cry. I knew my Mom wasn’t sick or dangerous. Why would someone say that to her?

“Well, Katy, I thought she was right and I hated myself. Then I met your father in my art class. He was funny and good looking and smart. He made me laugh and we started seeing each other, going for beers and pizza and out to movies, or just walking and talking.

“I liked that he never tried to kiss me or anything. We had so much in common. One night we started to talk about sex, not like talking about having sex but talking about weird types of sex. We had each other laughing, some of the things people do for enjoyment can be very odd, but harmless mostly. I started to cry, and I told him I liked girls. He dried my tears and laughed, and he told me he liked boys. Then we were both laughing.

“We thought it was quite a joke that we had sort of fallen in love, but we were both gay. We loved each other, just not in a sexual way. Then I told him I had only been with one woman, but that what I thought about was too weird to say. But he got me to tell him that I thought about sex with young girls.

“He said that he couldn’t believe it because he thought about sex with young boys! I asked him if he had ever, you know, been with a boy. He said he only had sex with one other guy, he took a deep breath and said, ‘I guess I am worse than you, I only have sex with my brother.’ That’s your Uncle Peter, Katy.”

I just nodded my head and asked her to keep telling me about it. It was so cool to have Mom telling me all this stuff. I had heard stories about things when they were young, you know funny things, but never nothing cool and sexy like this. Maybe that was why I liked girls, ’cause Mom was a lesbian, but then I asked Mom how I got born and stuff.

“Bear with me, Katy. I asked your dad how long that had been going on, and he said since he was ten and your Uncle Peter twelve.

“Then your Dad told me his sister, your Aunt Billie, was a lesbian. He laughed and said it must run in the family. Your dad told me she liked to think about young girls like I did, but that his brother thought having sex with a child was disgusting.

“So, Katy, long story short, we got married. Only your Uncle Peter and Aunt Billie knew the truth, that we married despite the fact we were both homosexual. Of course they had no problem with incest. You know what that is, I guess?” she asked and I nodded my head.

“Well your dad still had sex with his brother, and I began to have sex with Aunt Billie. Aunt Billie had lots of girl friends, and she would sometimes have me join in with her other friends. I think I made up for lost time with her, I had never thought of having so much sex, and I loved it.”

Mom looked happy now thinking back on it.

“Your dad and I decided that we would try to have a baby. I hope this doesn’t sound too weird to you, but we thought if we had a boy your dad would be able to someday have sex with him, and if we had a girl that I could someday have sex with her. We wouldn’t force them to have sex, just bring them up in a very open way and see what happened.”

“What happened, Mom? You’ve never had sex with me!”

“Well, the idea of having sex with you was all that me and Aunt Billie and Aunt Sue talked about while I was pregnant.”

“How did you get pregnant if you were both gay?”

“Well once a month we would have sex, I would pretend your dad was a woman with a dildo, and your dad would do me from behind and pretend I was a boy. We did that once a month for nine months till I finally conceived.” I just nodded my head.

“So Mom,” I said, “Aunt Sue and Uncle Peter were married before you. Did they have sex to have Sammie and Penny?”

“Your Aunt Sue was a friend of Aunt Billie’s. Because of what Uncle Peter does for a living and who he works for, he needed to seem straight. Their marriage is what some call a marriage of convenience. Aunt Sue wanted a child, and they did something called artificial insemination. They used Uncle Peter’s sperm and put it in Aunt Sue, but they never had sex. Aunt Sue was like me and Aunt Billie. She liked the idea of having sex with young girls, but she could never tell Uncle Peter that. When Aunt Sue had Sammie, well she went ahead at a certain point and had sex with her. Later on, she invited me and Aunt Billie to have sex with Sammie also, and we did.”

“Why didn’t you have sex with me?”

“I don’t know, Katy. You sure turned on your aunts, and I would be lying if  I said I never thought about it. But I was so busy bringing you up, and me and your dad so busy trying to make a living, and you with your low blood pressure, not to mention those dizzy spells and your asthma…. well, I guess I was just so busy trying to keep things together I was not even thinking of going down that road. And add to that your dad joining the stupid army and getting himself killed, and I never got around to it, I guess.”

Mom started crying and I tried to comfort her like she would me when I cried. I rubbed her back and told her it was okay and to stop or she would make herself sick.  I hugged her and started to cry, too.

I’m sorry you have to read all this weepy stuff, but I had to tell you about it. Anyway after we were cried out we started to laugh.

Mom said that life was short and if I wanted sex with her she would do it, but that she just couldn’t bring herself to make the first move. I didn’t feel much like sex at that moment, but I wasn’t going to forget what she said, either.

Then the phone rang. It was my friend Mary. We talked for a while and then she said that her parents would be closing the restaurant for New Year’s Eve, and they were wondering if she and her little sister Lucy could stay with me and Mom for the night. I said it would be great, though I was a little disappointed that Mary’s five-year-old sister would be with her. I mean she was cute and a good kid, but she would be hanging around us and she was just a kid.

So I let Mary’s mom, Mrs. Tran, talk to my Mom, and I heard Mom say all the usual grownup stuff, you know, no problem, love to have them, we would just be here anyway, no plans, blah blah blah and yak yak yak. Mrs. Tran loved to talk and pretty soon Mom was mostly just listening. Mom would say, “Yes, of course, I understand, Grace. Yes, uh-huh, oh sure.” I was looking over the back of the couch at Mom on the phone, and when Mom looked at me, I rolled my eyes and moved my hand so my thumb looked like a mouth going up and down. Mom smiled and turned away from me.

“Okay, Grace, I have to go now. It’s time to get Katy to bed. No, no, it’s no bother. Katy’s thrilled to have Mary over for the night. Okay, bye now,” she said and hung up.

“I don’t have to really go to bed yet, do I?”

“No. That was just to get off the phone. She loves to talk. So where should we put Mary and Lucy tomorrow night?” Mom sat back down on the couch with me and pulled me next to her again.

“Well, Mary is small like me, she could share my bed, and you could put Lucy on the couch down here.”

“Wouldn’t you like to be together?” Mom asked. “Lucy’s so cute, and Mrs. Tran says Mary and Lucy share a room, so Lucy might be lonely without her big sister.”

I said I guess so, except I wanted to be alone with Mary, but I guess that wasn’t going to happen. I don’t know why I wanted her alone in bed. We never did anything sexy, but I thought about it a lot. Mary never said anything about sex. She seemed to like boys, always talking about stuff like who would you marry and all that. But at school whenever a boy talked to us at recess, we would run to the fence near the woods and grab it and spit over it and say, “Now we’re free of boy cooties.”

“Katy, do you and Mary, uh, ever, um…”

“No, Mom, not ever. I mean, I guess I think about it sometimes, but I don’t think Mary would like it.” I could feel my face getting hot, and then without thinking, my mouth said something my brain didn’t tell it to. I just blurted out, “Mom, did you like Sammie licking your butthole?”

As soon as it came out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I’d said that to my Mom. I had to put my hands over my face, and I felt like disappearing. I not only said butthole to my Mom, but I asked her if she liked having hers licked.

Mom pulled my hands away from my face, and said, “Knowing you saw us like that, I guess it’s just as embarrassing for me. Anyway, yes, I do like to have my butthole licked. No one else seems to care for it much. Just me and Sammie seem to really enjoy it. Was it gross for you to see that?”

“Sort of, at first, but then I thought it was pretty cool. Were you licking Sammie’s, too?”

“Yes, I was licking her butthole and her pussy, and yes, she loves it.”

“Mom, I licked Sammie’s pussy! The day you guys all went out, and I never did that before to anyone. But she said I did it good, and I wanted to do it again, but I didn’t get a chance ’cause they all had to leave. I saw her butthole, and I thought about kissing it, but I didn’t know if that was okay.”

So I told Mom all about it. Then Mom told me the first time she licked Sammie, she was maybe six years old. Aunt Sue had Mom and Aunt Billie over to stay for a few days while Uncle Peter was away, and the grownups were having sex together when Sammie came in. Mom covered up and was embarrassed and stuff, but Aunt Sue said it was fine and told Sammie to take her clothes off. Mom told me her and Aunt Billie couldn’t believe all the things Aunt Sue had shown Sammie how to do. Mom said when Penny was born that it was Sammie who showed her how to have sex when she was old enough, and even before that Aunt Sue and Sammie would have Penny in bed with them when they had sex.

I told Mom I felt kind of left out, that they were all having sex and I didn’t even know about it till now. Mom said it just worked out that way, that it didn’t mean they didn’t want to have sex with me. She told me that everyone had sex when the time was right for them. Mom said she knew I had a crush on Sammie, and she was glad that I liked Sammie so much and that I had a good time with her like I did. She also said she was sure we would again.

“So Katy, I guess now you know why I always sent you to bed so early and Sammie got to stay up so late.”

We laughed. I guess it was cool, and I didn’t really mind. I was also kind of horny now thinking about Sammie and Penny having sex and stuff.

Mom was twirling some of the hair on my head with her finger, just kind of absentmindedly like she would do sometimes before she would ask me something. “Katy, if something were to ever happen to me, who would you rather live with? Aunt Billie or Aunt Sue?”

“What’s going to happen?! Are you okay?” I sat up and looked Mom in the eye.

“I’m fine, nothing’s going to happen, but just say something did. Who would you rather live with?”

“Neither, I would just stay here till you came back.”

“What if I was never coming back, ever?”  This was sort of scary to hear Mom say, but I know grownups think lots of odd things.

“I would just live here like always, Mom.”

“Really? What would you do for food and money? How would you get around?”

“Well, I would sell your pickup truck, and buy a horse, and that’s how I would get around. I could ride the horse in races and win lots of money.” I thought it was a very good plan to have just thought up right away like that.

“Well what if Sheriff Johnson said he wouldn’t let you do that, that you had to live with a grownup, who would that be?”

“Aunt Billie.”

“Are you sure? Aunt Sue and Uncle Peter have lots of money, plus a big house in a nice town, and you’d be with Sammie and Penny all the time.”

“Yeah, but Aunt Billie is more fun, and I like that she isn’t fussy like Aunt Sue, she’s more like you, Mom, you know, not all that makeup and fancy clothes you got to worry about. And I would still be close to Mary and everything. Why are you asking all this?”

“No reason, just wondered. Now how about you get ready for bed and we can watch a movie if you want to.”

Well, I was all for that instead of these weird questions from Mom. So I got ready real fast and we watched a movie called Sirens. It was about a priest and his wife and they meet an artist who has all these naked girl models, which was cool, but the parts I liked best were when the priest’s wife would daydream she was bare naked in front of all the people in town. She saw herself naked in church while everyone else had all their clothes on, and then again at a picnic. She was naked in front of women and men, and even kids. Then I was getting sleepy but I saw almost the whole movie. Mom tucked me in and I fell asleep thinking about Mary staying over tomorrow night. I wondered what it would be like to be naked in front of her and her little sister and Mom.

When I woke up in the morning it wasn’t quite light out yet. I thought about seeing Mom and Sammie having sex. I put my hand down my pajama bottoms, and I started to masturbate lying there all warm in bed. As my pussy got more gooey, I thought about more stuff.

I thought about how everyone had seen me bare naked the night I had tried on clothes, and now that I knew how much they liked that, I wished I could go back in time and take off the swimsuit real, real, slow. I thought it would have been neat to just stand there bare naked and let them have a real good long look.

While I rubbed my pussy faster, in my mind I saw Sammie come in and stand by me. While I pulled down the bottoms of the swimsuit, she’d say, “Yeah, look at that sweet ass, everyone!” and the grownups would say, yeah, let’s all kiss her ass and lick her pussy, and Sammie would say, “Katy loves to lick pussy, and she does it good. Let’s line up so she can lick us all!” Then the grownups would all strip naked, and they would hold their pussies open for me and I would lick them all like a kitten with a bowl of milk. And then Mary would walk in and get naked too, and I’d stick my tongue in my Mom’s butthole, and Mary would stick her finger in my pussy while Sammie licked my butthole.

Then Mom would say, “I never told you before, Katy. Meet your little sister.” In my mind, I saw this naked girl who looked like Mom when she was a little kid.

She said, “Nice to meet you, big sis. Lick my pussy. Lick my little pussy right now!” Then there were bright lights even though my eyes were closed, and a roaring was in my ears.

I saw Mom’s face by Sammie’s bare ass, and Mom was saying, “Cum Katy! Cum on your friend Mary’s face! That’s what she wants so bad!”

Then my cousin Penny was there and she wanted to lick my pussy, and I said in my head, “Fuck my fucking pussy with your mouth, Penny! Make me cum on all of you!” I felt so hot, felt so, so, so fucking good. I had been pulled into heaven and everything felt so good that my bones disappeared, and my feet went numb.

Then it was all quiet, except I heard myself breathing real hard. I opened my eyes and there I was alone in bed. My finger was up inside my pussy. I took it out real slow. I was on my tummy, and as I brought my hand out of my pajamas and looked at it, my palm and fingers were all covered with my pussy goo. I was just lying in bed looking at my hand. I wondered what made me think such dirty things when I masturbated.

Then I heard the downstairs door open and Mom shouted up the stairway, “Hey, sleepyhead! Are you getting up sometime today?”

My bed is like from the 1950’s and has all these shelves and stuff built into the headboard. I saw my clock, and it was almost ten in the morning. I heard Mom come up the stairs a little ways.

“Katy, are you up? Are you okay?”

My mouth didn’t seem to work very well.

“I’m okay, Mom. Be down soon.”

I lay there another half hour and heard Mom stick her head in the downstairs door again and go, “Katy, you up yet?”

My body weighed a ton, but I somehow sat up and got my feet on the floor.

I got my robe and my slippers on and came down the stairs like Frankenstein’s Monster, and went to the bathroom. After I peed and washed, I plopped myself down at the kitchen table.

“Did you sneak out last night and go bar hopping?” said my mom. Then she felt my forehead and said, “You okay?”

“Yeah, Mom, I woke up too early and fell asleep again. I’m okay.”

“Alright, I should have got you up sooner maybe, but it’s New Year’s Eve, so I thought I’d let you sleep since you and Mary will try to stay up till midnight, I’m sure.”

Holy cats! I forgot Mary would be over to spend the night! Now I was awake. I would hopefully get to lie next to her all night long in my bed.

“After breakfast — or maybe I should say lunch, lazybones — let’s straighten up around here some.”

“Can Mary sleep in my bed with me, Mom?”

“Hmm, we started talking about that last night, but I don’t think we decided. I suppose it would be okay if she wants to. I’ll give them some options on sleeping arrangements, but you go along with whatever they want to do. They’ll be your guests. Don’t forget that.”

The rest of the day went pretty fast. I guess it does when you sleep half of it away. After I had finished my chores, Mom made me go shower and put on clean clothes. I’d been in my pajamas all day.

We had supper. It was my favorite, spaghetti with olive oil and garlic with lots of cheese on top.

Then we hung out, and at seven o’clock we heard the Trans pull into the driveway.

We were at the side door before they were even out of the car. Mrs. Tran handed Mary stuff, which Mary handed to my Mom, who handed it to me. I dumped it in the living room. Two sleeping bags, two pillows, and a big overnight bag.

Mr. and Mrs. Tran kissed Lucy and Mary goodbye. Then I took their coats and hung them up while they took off their boots.

Mrs. Tran was in the doorway and she said real loud, “If the girls misbehave, you just throw them out the window. Don’t even open it up, just throw them out!”

Mary looked at me and just rolled her eyes. Then Mary and Lucy hugged and kissed their Mom goodbye again.

“Thank you again, Carol,” Mrs. Tran said. “We are so looking forward to having a fun time tonight. You know, we never get out by ourselves for a good time when it’s just us.”

Mr. Tran honked the horn and yelled out the window, “Hey! Hurry it up, Grace! It’ll be next year already before you’re done gabbing!”

“Okay! Okay!” Mrs. Tran answered. “You see what I put up with, Carol? Here’s my cell number in case you need anything or have any problems.”

“You two have a great time, Grace. I know everything will be fine here.”

“Okay, bye now, and Happy New Year! Thanks again! We owe you! You know, this one year we….” HONK HONK! “Okay! I’m coming already! Bye now, Carol,” Mrs. Tran said and trotted to the car and got in. Once she had her seatbelt on, Mr. Tran backed out and drove off.

We were all in the living room. I was pulling games out of the closet. First we played Twister. Mom spun the wheel while me and Mary and Lucy got all tangled up on the spots. Then we played Sorry for a while.

After we finished playing Sorry, Mom said it was time for Lucy to get ready for bed, but that she could watch one of her DVDs that she brought along.

Mom wanted to know if we were all sleeping in the living room in our sleeping bags. I said I wanted to show Mary my room first to see if she wanted to sleep up there. I told Mom we would be up there for a while and Mom said that was okay. Then she said she would get Lucy ready for bed, but Lucy wanted Mary to do that.

Me and Mom looked at each real surprised when Mary just pulled off all of Lucy’s clothes right there in the living room. Lucy wasn’t shy about just standing there bare naked while Mary went through the bag to get out Lucy’s pajamas.

I know we didn’t mean to stare at Lucy while Mary looked for her pajamas, but it wasn’t every day you saw a cute naked girl in your living room.

Lucy saw us looking at herself and laughed. Pointing between her legs, she said, “This is my poochie!”

Mary had the pajamas out. She smiled at her sister and said, “Okay, put these on now. No one cares about your little poochie.”

Once Lucy had her pajamas on, Mom sat with her on the couch while me and Mary ran up to my bedroom.

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