Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

I brought a smoked turkey sandwich from the cafeteria back to my office for lunch on Thursday and closed my door for privacy. Leaving the sandwich untouched on its paper plate, I picked up the phone and punched in Valerie’s number. I wanted to call her before I lost my courage.

“Hello, Valerie?”

“Yes?”

“Hi, it’s Shelly, Shelly Driscoll. How are you?”

“Oh, hello, Shelly darling. I’m just fine, thank you, we all are. How’re you doing, and how’s that adorable little Kerie?”

“Fine, thanks, we’re both fine. But, um, there’s something I wanted to talk with you about. It’s kind of important, and I wondered if perhaps I could stop by your house later this afternoon, maybe around 4:00 or so.”

“Hmm…” the woman said, “how important is it?”

“Well, I mean, it’s not urgent. But I think it is important. I would like to talk with you as soon as I can.”

“Damn. I’d really love to see you again, Shelly, for any reason, but I’m afraid this afternoon just isn’t good. Becky has ballet practice right after school and I’m helping them out with some things. They’re getting ready for a big recital.”

“Oh, uh, okay, that’s fine. I understand. How about tomorrow afternoon then? Or tomorrow night, if that’s better?”

“Wouldn’t you know it? That’s when the recital is, tomorrow night. I hate to put you off since you say it’s so important, but could this possibly wait until Saturday? We’ll be free all day. Maybe you and Kerie could come to our house for a late breakfast, say at around 10:00 or so. Would that work?”

“Uh, sure, that’ll be fine. No problem. I really appreciate your making time for me.”

We talked a minute or two longer, then hung up. Because I was feeling nervous about what I had to say to Valerie, revealing to her that I’d had sex with her 15-year-old daughter, I found I’d mostly lost my appetite. I ate only half the sandwich, saving the rest for lunch the next day.

That night, as Kerie and I were having our dinner — baked salmon along with brussels sprouts, something she actually likes, believe it or not — she said, “Mom, do you have a webcam?”

“A… what?”

“A webcam. Do you have one?”

“No, uh, I don’t. Well, I think my laptop has a built-in camera, but that’s not really the same thing. Why do you ask?”

“Because Allison told me and Melissa her sister has one, her big sister Brooke. They play with it a lot, she said, showing off so people can see or something. I don’t really know how it works, but they take off their clothes and kiss and everything. And people watch ‘em. Allison says it’s fun.”

“Oh my, that’s… no, I don’t have a webcam.”

Suddenly something occurred to me. “Now, wait. Kerie, have you ever been on a webcam? At Allison’s or Melissa’s or maybe somewhere else?”

She’d just put half a brussels sprout in her mouth. As she chewed, she shook her head, then said, “Uh-uh. I don’t even know what one looks like.”

“Okay, well, that’s good. I’m glad. You just, you really need to be careful about things like that, honey. It can actually be dangerous, showing off that way to strangers. You don’t know who might be out there watching.”

“But Allison says it’s fun.”

“Maybe it is, but it’s still not safe. I don’t want you doing that, all right?”

“Okay.”

“Allison’s too young to know better, I suppose. She’s about the same age as you, 8 or 9, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Kerie nodded, “she’s 9.”

“How old is Brooke?”

“Um, she’s 12, I think.”

“That’s fairly young, but the girl really ought to have more sense. I wonder if I should somehow let her mother know about it, just in case. I hate to break a confidence, but…”

“Her mom knows,” said Kerie.

“What?”

“Yeah, their mom found out. She got mad at first, Allison said, but then she told ‘em it was okay as long as she was there too. They just can’t do it by themselves. Only when their mom is there.”

I was dumbfounded. “So… you’re saying their mother watches them take their clothes off in front of the webcam and kiss each other?!”

“Uh-huh. And touch each other too. Like their pussies and stuff. Or they hold ‘em open, Allison said, and put pens and stuff inside. So people can watch.”

“Wow.”

I slid a hand under the table between my legs, rubbing myself though my slacks. Despite my concern for the girls’ safety, I’ll admit to feeling highly aroused. Not only was it exciting to imagine a pair of young sisters playing such sexy games, but to think their mother was right there with them — oh my!

“I can’t tell anyone though,” said Kerie. “It’s a secret.”

“Why are you telling me, then?” I asked with a frown.

My daughter shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I was about to give a lecture on the importance of keeping secrets, but decided not to. Maybe there was a better way to deal with the situation. Besides, at the moment I was just too turned on to be very practical.

We were done eating by that time. I put the leftovers away, quickly took care of the dishes, then led Kerie to the bedroom.

Our lovemaking that night was even hotter than usual, if possible. Discovering there were other moms like me engaging in naughty, forbidden activities with their young daughters really got me going. I was on fire, talking dirty to Kerie, tribbing with her, sitting on her face, licking her pussy, rubbing my clit, coming over and over again.

Even after she fell asleep at around 8:30, her usual bedtime on a school night, I quietly continued to masturbate, reaching orgasm two or three more times as I pictured Brooke and Allison together with their mother, Connie, doing the dirty things I’d learned they did. Finally, when I was getting a little sore, I told myself it was time to quit.

As I lay in the dark, musing, I began to wonder if the story really was true. Could it be that Allison was just making it all up for some reason? That didn’t seem likely, but it was conceivable. How could I find out for sure? I drifted off thinking about that, and had sexy dreams the whole night long.

 

When I came home from work on Friday, I said to Kerie, “Hey, how about if you and me get dressed up and go out tonight, just the two of us, like on a date. Would you like that?”

“Ooh, yeah, Mommy — that’ll be fun!”

I took a quick shower and was putting on my makeup, with Kerie watching, when she asked if she could have some too, maybe some lipstick or eyeliner. Since it seemed like a special occasion, I agreed. Not very much, just enough to highlight her naturally lovely features. Then we both put on pretty dresses and went out on our date.

We held hands all through dinner. Kerie looked so happy, her big blue eyes shining, a smile lighting up her face. Over dessert, I gave her a choice between shopping for new clothes when we were done, or going to a movie, or perhaps just heading home and watching a DVD or playing a board game. After some deliberation, she opted for the movie. She wanted to see Finding Dory.

The theater we went to was a classic older one, downtown. It had only two screens, but both were large. I took Kerie up to the balcony. The movie had already been out for a few months, so not many people were there that night. She and I were alone in the balcony. We sat in the second row, eating popcorn.

About halfway through the feature, I lifted my daughter from her seat and set her on my lap. She settled in, contentedly. I placed both hands on her knees, tenderly caressing. After a couple of minutes, I began to slide my fingers slowly up the insides of her thighs, pulling up her short dress. Kerie leaned her head back against my chest, moaning quietly, opening her legs wide.

As the movie continued, I masturbated my little girl. At first I stroked the outside of her panties, rubbing her puffy slit through the thin material, until I felt her body trembling with arousal. Then I slipped one hand inside her undies, loving the warm smooth softness of her hairless pussy.

Bending down to kiss and lick her neck, I whispered in her ear, “You must be very, very quiet.”

“Okay.”

When my middle finger dipped between Kerie’s labia, into her heated center, I was excited to find slippery moisture there. My sweet young baby was very wet. I played with her, circling around the opening to her vagina, reaching a little lower to tickle her butthole, then focused on her clit.

It didn’t take long. Whether it was the exotic thrill of having illicit sex in public, or simply the pleasure of being on a romantic date with her mom — whatever it was, within minutes Kerie was huffing and puffing, making little squeaking sounds.

I placed my free hand gently over her mouth, whispering, “Shhh…” and massaged her stiff nub. She climaxed in my arms.

We watched the end of the movie, then started for home. As we drove, my daughter did something she hadn’t done before. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned across, placing her head in my lap. Kerie pulled my loose dress up nearly to my waist. I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Mommy, Mommy,” she cooed as she kissed my shaved mound.

The position wasn’t ideal. Between the shift console and the steering wheel, it was awkward for her, and while I was driving, trying not to crash, I couldn’t do much to make things easier. But it felt so very nice having her there, my lover’s lips on my pussy.

That night it was Kerie who was on fire. She led me straight to the bed, pushing me down, spreading my legs and pushing up my dress, exposing my crotch. After slipping out of her shoes and tugging down her panties, she raised her own dress and mounted me. We’d never done it that way, with almost everything still on but our panties. There was always something new to try.

My daughter fucked me. She came first, after only a minute or two, but barely slowed down at all. Kerie humped me faster and faster, her smooth pussy sliding up and down inside my wet folds.

When I sensed my little girl starting to come a second time, that put me over the top. I grabbed her butt cheeks in both hands, pulling her hard against me. “Fuck Mommy!” I cried. “Fuck Mommy!”

It was a beautiful, delicious simultaneous orgasm, one of many we’ve enjoyed over the years. Of course that wasn’t the end of things that evening, not even close. For the next hour or so, Kerie made me come and herself come in every way we knew how, licking and fingering and tribbing until we both were completely spent. We slept very soundly.

Just after 8:00 the next morning, the phone by the bed rang, waking me. It was Jae. I knew she’d been on a date with Rose the night before and I was surprised to hear her sounding so alert and chipper that early in the day.

“Aren’t you up yet?” she asked.

After a big yawn, I mumbled, “No, not really.”

“What’s the matter, did Kerie fuck your brains out again?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” I chuckled, glancing at my precious child. She was snoozing peacefully beside me, undisturbed by the phone call.

“I’m still in bed too, but not sleepy. Got to bed early last night, earlier than I wanted. Rose says she always has to be home by midnight, no matter what. She doesn’t like leaving her kids alone any later than that. I call her Cinderella,” Jae laughed.

“Okay.”

She told me about their date. Following a nice dinner at a quiet Italian restaurant, they’d gone out clubbing, going from bar to bar, not drinking much but dancing dirty, showing off for the other customers. At the last place they visited, they ended up in the ladies room, finger-fucking each other in a stall with the door open while shoving their tongues down one another’s throats. She said a couple of other women were standing nearby, watching, and one of them even masturbated to orgasm, climaxing at almost the same time Jae did.

“Wow,” I said, “sounds you guys had like quite a night.”

“Yeah, it was fun. Oh, but guess what!”

“What?”

“You’ll never guess what Rose told me.”

“No, I probably won’t. So maybe you should tell me.”

“All right, I will,” my sister giggled, “but only because you insist. So, um, Rose has this friend, someone she works with. Her name is Candice, and she’s around Rose’s age or a little younger, early thirties maybe.”

“Okay.”

“Anyway, they’ve been friends for a while, good friends. Nothing romantic, but, you know, close friends.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Close enough that Candice felt like she could tell Rose a pretty big secret.”

“Okay.”

“Candice isn’t married, never has been. Rose says she’s bi, though she tends to lean more toward ladies than men. She’s never hit on Rose, it’s not that kind of a relationship. And she doesn’t really date that much, never anyone steady. And that’s because of the secret.”

“So what’s the secret?”

“The secret is she already has a lover, Candice does, one she’s had for a long time. Except her lover is married.”

“Hm,” I tsked, “that can get pretty ugly sometimes.”

“Yeah, but guess what.”

“What?”

“Her lover is a woman, and not just any woman. It’s her own sister, Candice’s older sister.”

“Wow, really??”

“Uh-huh. They’ve been doing it off and on since they were teenagers apparently. For a couple of years they’d stopped, after her sister — um, her name is Erica — after Erica got married a few years ago, they stopped for a while. But then not too long ago they started up again. Erica has a kid too, a toddler. I think he’s like two years old or so.”

“Okay.”

“But isn’t that amazing?”

“Yeah, it is. It really is. That must be… it must be hard for them to deal with, Erica and Candice, I mean. It can’t be easy keeping a secret like that.”

“You’re probably right,” said Jae.

We were both quiet for a moment, then my sister said, “Speaking of secrets, I haven’t said anything to Rose about us, about me and you, you know, that we’ve had sex with each other. And I never will, I promise, unless you’re sure it’s the right thing to do.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“Do you think you ever will, you know, want to tell anyone about that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I guess it just depends.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Again we shared a comfortable silence. During the pause, I leaned over and kissed Kerie softly on the cheek. She stirred a bit in her sleep, a smile teasing at the corners of her pretty mouth.

Finally Jae said, “It’s incredible to find all this stuff out, isn’t it? All these things people keep hidden — Candice and her sister being lovers, Rose’s secret about getting in bed with Emily and kissing her, that thing you told me about, what’s-her-name, Valerie, watching porn and masturbating with her teenage daughter — and then, of course, your big secret about the kinds of games you play with Kerie.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “it is incredible. Lots and lots of secrets.”

“Sort of makes you wonder how many others, you know, sisters or mothers and daughters, might be doing sexy things with each other that they’re afraid to tell anyone about. Even our own mom, kissing us and touching us at night the way she used to. It really makes you think.”

“You’re right, it does. Definitely.”

For a moment I thought I might tell Jae what Kerie had told me about Brooke and Allison and their mother, Connie, their webcam antics. But the time didn’t seem quite right. For one thing, I wasn’t even certain it was true. There must be a way to find out, but how?

And as I considered that, I had a crazy idea. I began to formulate a plan. It was outrageous, absurd, insanely reckless — and I couldn’t wait to make it happen.

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