Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Wedding and Honeymoon Plans Accompanied by Occasional Orgies

By Cheryl Taggert 

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I was on cloud nine double-squared. My lover, Lisa, and I were planning to get married. Apparently, many gays and lesbians went to the Netherlands to get married because they were one of the first nations in the world to recognize same-sex marriages. I spent all my free time when I wasn’t studying making contacts to assure we would have no problems getting married there. There was a lot to do, but after about two months, I had it all arranged. I couldn’t wait for July 8, the date we’d set for our wedding.

One of the biggest hurdles was getting passports. I contacted everyone in the wedding party and the guests we wanted to come and let them know they needed to get a passport if they wanted to come too or be in our wedding. Nobody balked at it, but both Deanna and Marie were a little concerned about the cost of the trip. Mom said she’d pay for them to come.

Jenna was beside herself with excitement. She started X-ing out the days on her calendar, counting down until we left for Amsterdam. She, Deanna, and Marie would be my bridesmaids. In fact, Jenna was maid of honor. She was ecstatic.

Then we got the biggest surprise. Mom told me to get Lisa and bring her over for a sleepover so she could present us with her wedding gift. I arranged to pick Lisa up from her house that Friday and brought her over. Mom had us sit in the playroom, naked of course, and she walked into the room carrying a small Union Jack – the flag of Great Britain. She, too, was nude.

I wasn’t sure what she meant at first, and neither was Lisa.

“So, what’s this about?” I asked.

“Think about it,” Mom said.

“Okay,” I said. “I’m thinking about it. But I still don’t know what it means.”

“It’s your honeymoon,” Mom said.

Then it hit me. I stared at Lisa who took about another second to realize what Mom meant.

“You mean it?!” I asked, not ready to believe it until she said it.

“Yes,” she said. “I’m paying for the two of you to spend a week in London for your honeymoon.”

I was flabbergasted. London? She knew I had always wanted to visit there. She didn’t like plane rides, so we never had gone. Of course, she was going to brave the combination transcontinental/transatlantic flight for the wedding, along with the return flights. But that was because it was a special occasion. She had flown to Colombia to rescue Cindy as well when that had been necessary. It was just that she never in her life boarded a plane unless she absolutely had to.

“Oh, Mom!” I cried and leaped out of my seat to hug and kiss her. Lisa stood beside me and waited her turn. When she hugged Mom, my mother gave her a kiss. It wasn’t your typical future mother-in-law kiss. This one had tongue involved.

Mom was horny for my fiancée. I couldn’t blame her. So was I.

Mom and Lisa tumbled to the sofa and continued kissing. I moved to where I could see their pussies as they more or less ground themselves into each other. I reached out and began massaging the sensitive flesh, smearing their juices along the inner labia to make the friction more delicious for each of them.

Inserting a finger from each hand into each cunt, I began to finger-fuck them. They were flooding their juices onto my hand as I plunged in and out. Their sticky cream oozing out of their wet pussies coated my fingers. I inserted a second finger into each vagina, then a third.

They began to moan and thrash about as I fucked my mother and my fiancée. I wanted more.

Removing my fingers to their grunted protests, I cleaned each hand with my tongue. Then re-inserting a finger into them, I withdrew again, this time moving to offer them a taste of each other from my hands. Then I repeated the action before offering them a taste of themselves. I felt like a perverse mother bird, feeding her babies a rather unorthodox, yet delicious, meal.

They pivoted to begin a passionate sixty-nine. Mom was on top and her butt just looked too delectable to ignore. I moved to her ass and spread the cheeks wide enough to allow my face to press against the flesh so my tongue could dance on her tiny rosebud. Of course, she was clean or I never would have gone there. After tonguing her there for awhile, I moved my face down to join Lisa’s assault on her pussy. My tongue managed to flit across my mother’s labia and make brief contact with Lisa’s tongue as she devoured my mother’s cunt. I remained there for several minutes before they switched positions, this time with Lisa on top.

I knew this was a move by my mother to allow me to enjoy Lisa’s ass and pussy while my mother tongue-fucked her. Who was I to deny myself such an opportunity? I moved down Lisa’s back to her butt. Spreading her shapely cheeks, my face insinuated itself between them to tickle my lover’s rosebud and tease her with soft touches from my tongue on her extremely sensitive square inch of crinkled flesh.

Then my head moved as it had before, this time to join my mother’s oral assault on my lover’s pussy. My tongue danced along the soft lips, making erotic contact with my mother’s tongue as she devoured Lisa and drank from the fountain that was nearly gushing her slick juices.

I was suddenly taken back in time and remembered a night Deanna had stayed the night with me. My mom had licked her little girl pussy just as she was licking Lisa’s now. My heart filled with love for my mom, a woman years beyond her time who recognized that when presented with love and affection while honoring the child’s right to decide what was done and what was not done, loving a young girl could be a wonderful experience for both the adult and the child. I recalled the crush Deanna had on my mom and how wonderful my mother made my friend feel, both sexually and emotionally. She had not ridiculed Deanna for the little-girl crush. She had embraced it while allowing Deanna to make the decisions about how far things went, which of course turned out to be all the way to heaven and back.

I realized how wonderful my life had been. How liberated and liberating it was. Lisa had once jokingly asked if my life had been one long orgy, and in a way it had. My life had been an orgy in the sexual sense, but it had also been an orgy emotionally and intellectually. I had been showered with physical love as well as emotional love. My mother had ensured I grew up to be a thinking, questioning person, always seeking to know more and never judging anyone for his or her beliefs, even if I didn’t agree with them. I was a happy person because of this woman, and tears sprang to my eyes as I realized how much she meant to me. She had been more than my mother. She had been my first and most constant lover in every sense of the word. She had never once taken advantage of me sexually or emotionally, despite what many people would think. She had never done anything I didn’t want her to do when it came to my body, nor had she ever forced me to do anything. She made sure I understood it was my body to do with as I pleased when it came to sexual pleasure. She had no rights to it, and the fact she was my mother meant nothing when it came to what I chose to allow.

Plunging my face between Lisa’s thighs, I managed to dislodge my mother’s mouth from my lover’s pussy and kissed my mom with all the love and passion I could feel and show.

As the kiss ended, Mom opened her eyes as Lisa humped her pussy against my mother’s chin. Mom saw the tears in my eyes, and for a moment her eyes registered concern, wondering why I might be crying. I said, “I love you so much!” and sobbed with the sheer emotion that was skyrocketing through my body and landing in the center of my chest.

My mother’s eyes teared up in turn and she said, “I love you, too, Sweetheart.”

“You better get back to licking Lisa, or she’s gonna bruise your chin,” I said with a laugh.

Mom smiled and returned to bathing my lover’s clit with her tongue and the moisture from Lisa’s pussy, and I returned to my lover’s rosebud.

As if she feared another break from the contact we were making with her most sensitive areas might occur at any moment, Lisa began to come, and the orgasm that raced through her body seemed to be vying for the best of her life. She was practically screaming into my mother’s pussy as she came. Bursts of breath and voice echoed between my mother’s thighs. Squeals of total delight punctuated her breaths. Her whole body seemed to tremble and shake as the climax roared, taking over every thought she had, crowding out all other stimuli but the one that was bathing her body in pleasure.

Then Mom came. She, too, seemed to have one of her life’s most potent orgasms. She shuddered and moaned, grunting out the sensations that flooded her body. She spasmed repeatedly as wave after wave of her climax spread throughout her body, racing from her pussy to the ends of her fingers and tips of her toes, only to race back and seem to echo from her clit back out to the farthest reaches of her ability to feel sensations.

After a few moments, they lay together, a heap of satisfied flesh entangled on the sofa, catching their breath and waiting for their heartbeats to slow. Sweat bathed their bodies in thin sheets.

I watched them, feeling more love than I’d ever felt for two people wash over me and emanate from every pore of my being.

Seeing me they unbound themselves from each other and laid me back, as if they had rehearsed their movements instead of acting spontaneously. Their fingers danced lightly over my skin, leaving pathways of goosebumps and sensation. Fingertips played on the pad of flesh behind my knees and dallied along my sides. They devoured me, tasting every inch of my body before settling on a shared tongue bath of my most intimate places. Sometimes my mom was licking my pussy and Lisa my rosebud. Then they would reverse.

When I came, I wondered if their own orgasms had been that good, that complete. I shuddered and trembled as the shock waves rumbled through me. The orgasm went on forever and not long enough.

When we were finished, Lisa and I retired to my bedroom and slept the sleep of the sexually sated. We’d each come only once, but unlike other times, that once had been enough to satisfy each of us completely.

The next morning, I was surprised when Deanna arrived with Marie, who had come down for the weekend to help us plan the wedding and meet this woman who had become the focal point of my entire existence. Lisa and I were still in bed. Jenna had slept in the bed with the twins, allowing Lisa and me to sleep alone together. Everyone else in the house was awake, though still naked.

Marie and Deanna joined us on the bed, not for sex although they were naked now themselves, but just to talk, get better acquainted, and make plans. My dearest friends were duly impressed with and jealous of our honeymoon plans.

The doorbell rang, and Marie offered to see who it was. She slipped out of the bedroom, telling Cindy she would get it when they met each other in the hallway outside my door. Cindy smiled at us and returned to whatever she’d been doing. Jenna and the twins came back into the room and gathered on the twins’ bed. The twins immediately began making out and rubbing each other’s pussy.

When Marie returned, we were all shocked to see a stunned Mrs. Brown and a rather frightened looking Rachel following her.

“Your mom and sister are here,” Marie said, not realizing that Lisa’s mother had not been to my home before, and she had no idea everyone was used to walking around naked. Rachel, of course, was well aware of that, though as it turned out, she thought we only went naked after dark. I’d never bothered to explain to her, but now I wish I had. She might have forewarned us that they were on their way.

“Mom!” Lisa said, covering herself as best she could with the mussed sheets and covers.

I didn’t bother to cover myself, figuring my future mother-in-law had seen at least one of my videos, not to mention having followed a totally unaware Marie and her cute butt from the front door.

I glanced over at the twins’ bed and nearly fainted. Sonia and Sophia were totally unaware of the company and were still kissing each other, each with her hand buried in her sister’s pussy. Jenna had gone to the bathroom.

“Um, well, uh,” Ms. Brown began, attempting to stammer some sort of explanation or apology for coming over unannounced. She gathered herself and adjusted to the fact she was in a bedroom with four naked teenage girls and two eleven-year-olds. “I apologize for dropping by unannounced,” she said. “I had no idea that — I mean — I was not aware –,” she began again, stopping in mid-stammer as she took in what the twins were doing while the rest of us had sat there doing or saying nothing to stop their behavior.

We were caught red-handed. This would take some tricky explanations, to say the least. I prayed she didn’t refuse to allow her daughter to marry me. She’d been thrilled when we gave her the news of our intentions. Now, she may feel differently. After all, we allowed a couple of eleven-year-old twins to engage in lesbian sex as if they were playing Monopoly or something.

The twins were still so involved in their lovemaking they hadn’t noticed we were no longer alone, and that someone who wasn’t supposed to know about them or what we did in our home had entered the room. Lisa’s mother simply stared at them, taking in the hands covering each other’s pussies and rubbing frantically.

“Sonia!” I said, and the girls stopped, their faces registering irritation that I should stop their journey to mutual orgasms. Then they saw Ms. Brown and scrambled to cover themselves.

Ms. Brown looked as if she was going into shock. The color had drained from her face and she stood there, still staring at the bed with the twins now under the covers.

Jenna entered the room and I said, “Jenna, go get Mom.” My sister took in the situation at a glance and hurried to get my mother, squeezing past the woman I hoped would still become my mother-in-law. I guess I should have been more upset, but I also knew Lisa was over eighteen and her mother couldn’t really do anything to stop us. Still, I knew this could lead to some very uncomfortable interactions. I doubted she would have anyone arrested, which was good.

Rachel was standing behind her mother and mouthed “I’m sorry” to Lisa and me. I could tell she was totally sincere. Tears were welling up and she looked as though she might burst into tears at any second.

I could see a sudden realization dawn on Ms. Brown. She turned toward Lisa.

“You’re –” she swallowed before continuing. “You’re not shocked at what they were doing,” she accused Lisa, meaning the twins.

Then my mother was at the door, entering my bedroom and seeing Ms. Brown, hearing the words she’d spoken without knowing their full meaning.

“Shocked at what who was doing?” she asked.

Ms. Brown had never met my mother, though she had confessed to being a big fan of my mom’s movies. I awkwardly introduced her to my mother, who was, of course, naked.

“Ms. Brown, this is my mom, Kayleigh. Mom, this is Donna Brown, Lisa’s mom.”

Only my mom could reach out so nonchalantly to shake someone’s hand without any clothes on and appear 100% comfortable.

She repeated her question.

“I was just saying to Lisa, well noticing really, that she wasn’t shocked that in the bed near where she sits two pre-pubescent girls, identical twins actually, were having sex with each other.”

Mom immediately took in the situation. I realized she felt this whole thing was salvageable without anyone going to jail. I hoped she was right.

“Well,” she said, taking a deep breath. “Everyone out of the room but Lisa, Cheryl, Ms. Brown, and me.”

Marie, who had mistakenly let Ms. Brown and Rachel in, leaned over to me and tearfully said, “I’m sorry. I figured they knew. She told me who she was and seemed so — I don’t know — used to being here, I guess. And I had no idea the twins–” She stopped, clearly upset.

I assured her it wasn’t her fault, though secretly I felt she should have come to get me instead of inviting them in like that, but that was all water under the bridge now.

When we four were alone, Mom came over to sit on my bed and patted a place near her, indicating Ms. Brown should take a seat on the bed as well.

Mom took a deep breath and said, “We’re a unique family.”

“I can see that,” Ms. Brown said.

“Yes, well, you see, we believe in love here.  And when I say love, I mean it in all its various forms. We don’t deny anyone from expressing themselves emotionally or sexually, including the children.”

“You could go to jail,” Ms. Brown said.

“Yes, Donna — I may call you Donna?” Ms. Brown — Donna — nodded. “Yes, every adult here could including Lisa, and I’m afraid you have the power to do just that, but I would ask that you allow me to try to convince you how right our way of raising our children is before you do something rash.”

“I’m not going to be a part of sending my daughter, along with the mother of the woman my daughter adores, to prison, but I would like an explanation,” Donna said before looking at Lisa and me. “Were you raised to enjoy doing things like what I saw the twins doing?” she asked me.

“Yes,” I said. “I was.” She started to look back at my mother, but I continued. “And I’m not crazy or angry or vengeful. In fact, I’m quite the opposite. I’ve learned love in this house. Just last night I began to cry I was so overwhelmed with the love I’ve felt all my life. The joy of being me. My mother raised me to know what love means and how loving someone requires responsibility. That when you love someone, you are responsible for every interaction and the consequences of them. I learned that you have to show that love daily, hourly, and that to love someone means never doing anything to purposely hurt that person.

“I know that learning about sex so young is not the ordinary thing,” I continued, “but look at what the ordinary things have brought the world. We kill each other, hate each other over stupid reasons like skin color and sexual identity. People all over the world are so screwed up because they’re not taught the responsibility of loving others. I learned about orgasms when I was six years old. I’ve enjoyed one of life’s most amazing things nearly all my life. I have no doubt I am loved totally and without any type of condemnation by the people in my family.”

“She’s right, Mom,” Lisa said. I looked at her and she had dropped the covers now. It was a small gesture, but I was so proud of her for that. She was in front of her mother in her most natural state and unashamed to be stripped naked in front of her. “You’ve known for several years that Rachel and I fool around. You’ve done nothing to stop us because you were involved with your cousin when you were a teenager. But the one question you never asked, and a question I would have probably lied about if you’d asked before today, was how young we started.”

Donna looked at her daughter, her expression asking the question.

“We were young, Mom, like nine and seven. We started messing with each other sexually that young.” Lisa teared up as she spoke. “And every moment together has been beautiful. Why do you think we’re still so close? Most teenage sisters our age hate each other, at least some of the time. They fight like feral cats in a struggle over a piece of food. Rach and I never feel like that.”

I looked at Mom, and she had a look of extreme pride in her eyes. I wasn’t waiting for her to fix this; I was taking the lead, and Lisa was backing me up.

“The twins have been loving each other for as long as they’ve been here — even before that,” I said. “I’ve no idea how long, really. When I asked them, they said ‘forever’ and that’s how we’ve always treated it. They don’t remember a time they weren’t loving each other in every way possible.

“My mother began teaching me about my body and the wonderful things I could feel when I was six. Some would call it seduction, but it wasn’t, not at all. She taught me. And I love her dearly for that. I love her for the freedom she gave me. I’ve never been forced to do anything I didn’t want to when it came to sex. Everything I’ve done with my mom and other adults when I was young had to be approved by me, or it didn’t happen. I had a choice, and I always knew I had that choice.”

“Cheryl tells me you have enjoyed some of my movies. Is that right?” Mom said.

“Yes,” Donna admitted.

“Then you enjoy watching others having sex?” Mom asked.

Donna blushed a bit but answered honestly. “Yes, I do as a matter of fact.”

“Are you willing to try something? Just try something for your daughter?”

“What?” Donna asked, but I could tell she already knew the answer.

“Sit here. I’ll be right back.”

After Mom left, Donna turned to me. “You really enjoy this? You enjoy sex with your mom?”

“And my sisters, which includes the twins,” I answered, unashamed.

“What about you?” Donna asked her daughter.

“Yes, Mom. I’ve had sex with everyone in this house, except Cheryl’s friend, Marie, who let you in.” Lisa looked at me and laughed, despite the situation, but we often laugh to diffuse tension. “And if you’d come in ten minutes later, you may have seen me doing something with her,” she said to her mom.

My mother came back into the room with Jenna and the twins. All of them were still naked.

“Girls, Ms. Brown needs to be convinced that what you all do together is beautiful. Are you willing to show her?”

“Yes,” they all said.

“You know you don’t have to, don’t you?” Mom asked.

“We know,” Sonia said, and her twin sister nodded in agreement.

“Would you demonstrate how much you love what you do here?”

The three girls went over to the twins’ bed and lay down. I watched Donna as my sisters began to kiss and touch each other. I doubted a crane could have moved her head to take her eyes from what she was witnessing.

Soon the girls were in the middle of a small orgy. They were in a daisy chain, each licking a pussy.

Donna, I noticed, had begun to breathe heavily. It was turning her on, whether or not she wanted that to happen.

Soon, the girls began to enter their orgasms, Sophia first, followed by Sonia, with Jenna successfully holding off until they both had neared the finish of their climaxes before starting her own.

By this time, Donna was perspiring and seemed shaky. Her breath was coming in near gasps.

Then, without warning, she started to come. An orgasm rippled through her body as she watched my sisters coming. She’d not touched herself at all, but I decided she must have been squeezing her thighs together, or she could have totally spontaneous orgasms. Either way, it didn’t matter; the result was the same.

Blushing, Donna looked over at Lisa, who was both surprised and elated.

“It’s okay, Mom,” Lisa said. “We all do it. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I can sure tell you I did, though I’ve not come yet. And to be totally honest, Rachel would have loved it, too.”

“But what would you think of me if I joined them?” Donna asked Lisa.

“That you are finally a totally liberated woman,” Lisa said. “And I’d be envious.”

I was shocked to see Donna stand and begin to undress. Soon, she was naked. She blushed at the fact her daughter was watching this, but she didn’t care so much that it would cause her to back out of it. Lisa and I gaped at the lovely woman standing there.

Donna looked at my mom. “God help me, I used to get turned on looking at my daughters in the tub. I’ve masturbated often after bathing them and sending them to bed. Little did I know they were doing things I only dreamed about.” It was a startling confession.

With that, Donna stepped over to the bed and joined my sisters. I looked at Lisa and said, “Go get Rachel.” She rose and scurried out to get her sister. By the time the two of them entered the room, Lisa had obviously filled Rachel in on everything, and Donna was in the process of licking my sisters’ pussies. My sisters were lying next to each other, waiting their turn, as Donna moved from one young pussy to the other, seeming to make up for lost time.

Taking Lisa’s and Rachel’s hands in mine, I led them to the bed where their mom was now licking Sophia. I let go of their hands, and they joined the orgy. Lisa went for her mom’s cunt as Rachel began to suck her mother’s nipples for the first time since she was a baby. I went back to my bed and joined my mother.

Soon, the six of them had moved into family units. Jenna and the twins were again making love to each other, and Donna was experiencing incestuous love with her daughters for the first time. I was struck by the beauty of it, but I was also sad it had taken so long for this to happen. I thought about all the time and love they had wasted.

The two groups had moved into daisy chains, though crowded ones since the bed was large, but not built for six people to have sex on.

After a few more minutes of watching the beauty that was alive on the other bed, my mother and I sank into each other’s arms and began to make love ourselves. I heard the sounds of everyone on the bed reaching amazing climaxes at various times. The orgy lasted for nearly an hour, and by the time everyone was finished, our bedroom reeked of pussy. To me, it was like the best air freshener in the world, though.

This had been a most amazing day.

My life, as I had always suspected, was charmed.

Later, we all sat around and talked about our lives. Then we all moved to the playroom where Marie and Deanna made love to Lisa and me. Donna made love with Rachel. Aunt Emmy, Danni, and Cindy joined in and it became one big orgy — like my life.

Donna ended up calling her husband and telling him she would be staying at our house for the night making plans for the wedding, and he should fend for himself for dinner. She smiled and winked at us when she answered an apparent question from him, “No, it’s okay. I’ve already eaten.”

Yes, my life was perfect. And it would soon become even better.

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