Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

At a few minutes after 10:00, we walked up the steps of the beautiful Victorian home where Valerie and her family lived. The day was warm and sunny, as befits the first weekend in June. I found I was already starting to sweat as I mentally reviewed the words I would use to admit the shameful things I’d done.

“Good morning!” Tina beamed, as she drew open the front door. “Come in!”

Because the aim of our visit this time was not titillation or seduction, but honesty, I’d decided to tone down the way Kerie and I were dressed. I wore knee-length khaki shorts, leather sandals, and an aqua blue silk shell, while my daughter was in her standard t-shirt, sneakers, and elastic-waist shorts. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, tied with a red ribbon.

Tina was in shorts as well, though hers were considerably shorter than ours. She was barefoot, obviously braless, and the loose tank top she wore hung down far enough to conceal everything else — making it appear at first as if she had nothing on but the tank. I made an effort to hide my startled reaction.

After kissing my cheek in greeting, the girl bent over to give Kerie a hug. That’s when I caught a glimpse of the tiny shorts she wore, which covered maybe half of her lovely rear end. Yummy.

Something else was equally yummy. Along with Tina’s flowery perfume, I caught the mouthwatering scent of onions, basil, and parmesan cheese. We’d eaten nothing yet that day, and I was definitely feeling hungry.

I inhaled deeply. “Wow. That smells so good.”

“It’s a frittata,” Tina smiled. “Come on.”

Taking Kerie by the hand, she led the way back through the house to the kitchen. I was happy to follow, enjoying a delicious view of the teen’s perfect legs, butt cheeks sometimes peeking out from under the long top.

Breakfast was absolutely scrumptious. In addition to the frittata, Valerie served homemade pastries in a choice of apricot, cinnamon, or chocolate. I know I’ve said before that I’m trying hard to watch my weight, but I just couldn’t help it — I had to sample one of each. Diet and exercise, I promised myself, would begin the next day.

We also had both mimosas and lattes. It was like brunch at a five-star restaurant. By the time I’d finished stuffing my belly, I’d almost forgotten the reason we were there. It wasn’t only for pleasure. I had an important job to do.

I offered to help with the dishes, but Valerie waved me off. “No, no, don’t worry, the girls will take care of that. You and I have things to talk about.”

As Tina, Becky, and Kerie began clearing the table, Valerie escorted me to the living room. We sat on the sofa, but then she said, “Hm, is this private enough for what you have to say? We can go upstairs if you prefer, or — I know, let’s do this.”

Getting up again, she took my hand and we went out a side door onto the veranda, which wrapped all the way around the house. We headed toward the backyard. In the center of the beautifully manicured lawn and garden was a gazebo. That’s where we settled.

Birds sang. Bees buzzed. The fragrant aroma from a profusion of flowers filled my nostrils. What a beautiful day it was. Now if only I could stop from feeling so jittery. I took a long, deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to find some calm.

Valerie patted my hand. “All right, dear. I’m very sorry I couldn’t see you sooner. But here we are now. Please, tell me what’s on your mind.’

“Well…” I began.

My mouth was dry. I swallowed, took another deep breath, then another. My heart was pounding in my chest. How do you go about telling someone you’ve seduced their underage daughter? Probably best just to say it.

“I need to tell you what happened. I, um, I honestly didn’t mean any harm, but I, well, I took Tina to a hotel, and we… I had sex with her.”

The woman smiled and nodded. “I know,” she said softly, patting my hand again. “It’s all right.”

“What? You know??”

“Yes, of course I do. Well, I didn’t know about the hotel or the details, but it was clear to me about you and Tina. I could tell. And it’s all right, I understand.”

“You understand?”

I felt like an imbecile, unable to respond with anything but stupid questions. Her reaction had me flummoxed.

“As I told you before, that night when you were here for dinner,” Valerie continued, “it’s perfectly normal for women to be drawn to desirable young girls. I think we all are at times. That’s just how we’re built. I’m not surprised you find Tina so appealing, and Becky as well. I really do understand. They’re both very attractive. And if you gave in to, ah, to your urges, I understand that too.”

I searched her face, looking for anything else but sincerity. Was she perhaps mocking me, taunting me, building me up just to tear me down? But no, I saw nothing like that. This woman truly meant what she said.

“Um,” I stammered. I still had no words of my own.

Valerie warmly squeezed my hand. “But I’m very glad you told me about it, Shelly. That’s important. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”

“Secrets…”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes twinkling. “And I think you know that I, well, that I have a few secrets of my own, private things I’ve done with my own daughter, with Tina. I’ve told her it’s okay to tell you, though, because we trust you. We care about you.”

My eyes blurred. “Thank you,” I croaked.

A big tear fell from my cheek onto my shorts. I threw my arms around Valerie, hugging her tightly, sobbing in relief. The release of tension was so great, the absolution from my guilt and shame so deeply desired, the shared feelings between us so comforting that I couldn’t stop crying for what seemed a long time. She held me, stroking my back, soothing me, cooing sweet words.

Finally I managed to get control of myself. I pulled away, wiping my eyes with the back of my hands, expressing regret for the outburst.

“Hush, now,” said Valerie, “you have nothing to apologize for.” She took a clean handkerchief from the pocket of her skirt and gave it to me. “You’re my friend. I want you to show me how you feel.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, blowing my nose.

 

As the morning changed to afternoon, and the day went on, the girls came out to join us in the yard. They ran around, playing freeze tag, then hide and seek. It was a joy to watch them. Tina was clearly having a ball, acting like a kid, and Kerie was just in heaven. Although she had plenty of friends, as an only child my little one didn’t always have playmates available. This was a treat for her.

Later, Valerie brought out a pitcher of iced tea for us and a plate of small sandwiches, along with a bowl of fresh fruit. When I realized the effort she’d gone to, I felt a renewed pang of guilt. I’d been sitting out there in the gazebo, relaxing, absorbed in my own contentment, enjoying the pleasure of a sunny day and the fun of watching the kids romp, and hadn’t lifted a finger to help.

I started to say I was sorry for being such a slug, but again the pretty brunette waved off my would-be apology. Nothing appeared to bother her. I could seemingly do no wrong. It made me very glad we’d become friends — and yet, what an unusual friendship this was, becoming acquainted only because I’d had designs on her teenage daughter. It’s a strange world sometimes.

The girls scooped up the sandwiches and gulped down the tea, their faces flushed and sweaty from racing around. They didn’t stay long, however, inhaling the refreshments then zooming off on another adventure. Valerie laughed as she watched them disappear into the detached garage at the back of their property.

We sat companionably for a minute or so, not saying anything, until I cleared my throat and began, “You know, I, um… I have… other secrets too. More, I mean, than just what I did with Tina. I can tell you all about that, if you want, about everything I did with Tina. I don’t want to hide anything anymore.”

“Whatever you’d like, dear. It’s completely up to you,” the woman smiled.

I took a deep breath, fortifying my courage. It was time to let it out. “I’ve done some things with Kerie. Things that most people would, you know, would probably say were wrong. No, they would say they’re wrong, definitely. I’m sure they’d say I’m a bad person, an unfit mother.”

I’d been looking down at my hands as I made this speech, but now I glanced over at Valerie to assess her reaction. She was placid, serene, waiting calmly to hear whatever I chose to tell her.

Before I could go on, the kids emerged from the garage. Becky was rolling an old tire, Kerie lugging an armful of rope, and Tina carrying a step ladder. They trooped toward a tall magnolia at one side of the yard, a tree that offered a couple of large overhanging branches, ideal for a tire swing.

“I wondered if they might think of that,” Valerie grinned. “We’d taken it down for the winter and just never got around to putting it back up again. This is a perfect day for it.”

“Yeah, it is,” I nodded. We observed the girls discuss their plans, debating the best place to mount the tire, then set to work.

“Sometimes at night, Kerie and I do things,” I said in a quiet voice. My eyes were on the kids, watching their industrious activity, but I was speaking to Valerie. “She and I sleep together, we sleep naked. Kerie gets on top of me. We, uh, we kiss, and… and we do more than kiss.”

I turned to the woman, looking into her eyes. She nodded slightly, encouraging me to continue.

“We have sex. I have sex with my 8-year-old daughter. I’ve done it all with her — you know, oral sex, fingering, everything. And we, we both have orgasms. It’s fantastic, and I love it. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. It’s not wrong, it’s not. What we do is beautiful.”

It was as if I was challenging Valerie to dispute me. I’d openly admitted committing incest with my little girl, and yet I was expressing no shame, no remorse. I felt none.

She paused, evidently waiting to make sure I was finished, then said, “No, it’s not wrong, of that I’m sure. You love Kerie, and she obviously adores you. She’s a happy, healthy child, thriving. Whatever you’re doing with your daughter couldn’t be more right.”

I felt emotion rise in my chest again, but didn’t think I would cry this time. I’d gotten that all out before. Instead, I smiled broadly. “I knew you’d understand. I knew I could trust you.”

Valerie stood, taking my hand. She brought me to my feet, then wrapped her arms around me, enfolding me in a warm hug. I tucked my face into her shoulder, closing my eyes, inhaling the soft scent of her perfume. I relaxed into the loving comfort of a good friend who accepted me completely.

 

While the kids constructed the tire swing and then started using it, pushing each other higher and higher, laughing and whooping, I told Valerie all about the crazy idea I’d come up with earlier that morning. She loved it.

“We’ll use my place,” the woman immediately said. “Of course we will. It’s ideal, with plenty of space, and you know how much I love to cook and entertain.”

Over the next hour, Valerie and I refined my scheme as we sipped iced tea, discussing the pros and cons of various options, finally settling on what we thought would make the best arrangements. We needed firm rules, that was clear. Safety was paramount — but if we could manage to pull this off, oh my, what an amazing thing it would be!

The girls cavorted in the yard, playing on the swing and climbing the tree as well. It was a hot day with very little breeze, and by mid-afternoon they were a sweaty, filthy mess. Both the rope and the old tire were covered with dust from the garage, and the tree provided even more grime.

Tina turned on a sprinkler and they ran through it, shrieking with laughter. Even after that, however, the three of them were still a sight, streaked with dirt. That’s when Valerie made her suggestion.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said, getting to her feet and clapping her hands to draw the girls’ attention. “Everyone into the jacuzzi, all right? Let’s get you cleaned up!”

Becky and Tina loudly cheered this proposal. Kerie and I had no idea, though, what Valerie was referring to. I hadn’t seen a hot tub anywhere. Certainly there wasn’t one outside.

That’s because it wasn’t outside — it was inside, up on the third floor in the master bedroom suite. Their historic home, more than a century old, had been fully remodeled to include the most modern touches while still retaining all its quaint and elegant charm.

Before going inside, the girls were made to strip, then rinse and dry their feet. “I won’t have you tracking mud in the house,” Valerie scolded, a smile on her face.

I was smiling too, watching them take off everything they wore, leaving their clothes in a heap on the veranda. Valerie brought out a bucket of warm water and a towel so they could clean their feet and hands, if nothing else. I stood to the side, admiring the view: a trio of naked girls, 8, 10, and 15 years old. So alluring. The backyard was extensive, the fence was high, and there were plenty of tall trees and shrubs — nevertheless, if a pedophile neighbor wanted a quick peek, it was available.

But not for long. The little ones were too eager. Becky and Kerie rapidly took care of their business, then dashed inside, giggling like maniacs. Tina was not far behind.

Pointing to the pile of dirty clothes, Valerie said, “We can leave those for now. I’ll take care of it later. Come on.”

She took my arm, and we went inside. The girls were pounding up the stairs, making enough noise for a dozen kids, it sounded like. We followed more slowly and definitely more quietly.

I began to say something polite about not wanting to impose, but this was, of course, instantly shushed. “Oh, you know you’re like family to us,” said Valerie, “especially after what we’ve just been talking about. Our house is your house, all right?”

“All right,” I nodded, squeezing her arm.

When we entered the extra-large bathroom, we found the water had already been turned on and was gradually rising in the jacuzzi. In fact, it wasn’t all that gradual. Evidently the plumbing was such that it was able to fill the tub within only a minute or two.

Before it was half full, naturally, the little kids had jumped inside. As Valerie was pouring in some bubble bath, Tina whispered in my ear, “There’s something else I didn’t tell you about. Another secret.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” she winked, then hopped into the tub with the younger girls.

“Let’s join them,” Valerie smiled, as she started taking off her clothes. “There’s plenty of room.”

“Well, okay, sure.” I wasn’t about to object this time. Getting naked with three young girls and a sexy woman? You bet!

I’d left my sandals outside, so all I had to do was remove my top, my bra, my shorts and my panties. That didn’t take long.

Valerie stripped quickly too. As she did, I examined her lithe figure. For someone in her mid-forties, the woman was in great shape. Yes, her boobs and belly sagged a bit, but her muscles were firm and well-defined. Obviously she worked out a lot.

She caught me studying her and leered, raising her eyebrows and licking her lips. I blushed and looked away. With a friendly laugh, Valerie took my hand, helping me into the tub.

The water was warm and fizzy, bubbly and aromatic. It felt like a dream, easing down into the slippery sudsy foam, surrounded by nude feminine bodies. The tub was designed for four but held five easily enough, especially with two being little girls. Still, we were rubbing up against each other. We couldn’t prevent that — nor did I want to! — and nor, it seemed, did anyone else.

We slid joyfully together, grinning and giggling as we swayed with the motion of the jacuzzi jets, arms and legs overlapping, intertwining. For the first several minutes we simply luxuriated in the decadent pleasure of the experience, but then Valerie said, in an oddly husky voice, “All right, girls, it’s time for you to wash each other now.”

“Okay,” Tina nodded, as she got to her feet. She stood in the center of the bath, suds and water sluicing off her slim form. The bubbles came to the tops of her thighs. What an incredibly beautiful body she had.

The teen reached over to a liquid soap container sitting on the ledge and pumped some into her palm. Her little sister Becky stood up next to her and did the same. Then they began to rub the soap on each other, all over.

Kerie was on my lap. Valerie was seated across the tub from me, her bare bosom just above the surface of the water. With Becky and Tina standing between us, my view of the woman was somewhat obscured. But as her daughters spread creamy lather on one another’s nude bodies, paying special attention, it seemed, to boobies and bottoms, I caught a wink and a nod from Tina. That’s when I realized what was going on: Valerie was masturbating.

By leaning a little to one side, I could see her face. The brunette’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes hooded, lips parted. She appeared to be breathing heavily. I couldn’t tell for sure what her hands were doing, since they were hidden beneath the foam, but by the movement of the muscles in her arms and from her overall reaction, it was clear what was happening.

I had no idea whether Becky really understood what her mom was up to, but Tina obviously did. Evidently something like this had taken place before, perhaps many times, sort of a private erotic ritual. The girls would rub their soapy hands on each other, and their mother would play with herself as she watched them. I wondered, though, how far it might go. Would she actually reach orgasm?

She sure did. Only a few seconds after I’d had that thought, I heard a soft gasp, and saw Valerie’s eyes squeeze shut. She jerked forward, her face in a grimace. Following a few more jerks and muffled groans, the woman relaxed, letting out a long sigh as she slid down a little lower in the jacuzzi. With her eyes still closed, a smile on her lips, her hands came up to cover her breasts, gently massaging.

“Okay, that’s it, we’re done,” said Tina to Becky. “Let’s rinse off now.”

The sisters dipped down into the bubbly water, rinsing the soap away, then took seats again, grinning happily.

“Let’s do that too, Mommy,” said Kerie, as she turned on my lap to look at me. “I’ll wash you and you wash me, okay?”

I liked that idea. We stood up in the tub and I lathered my daughter all over, then she did the same with me. It definitely turned me on — but I also felt kind of giddy, carried away by the novelty of where we were and what we were doing — and soon found myself giggling uncontrollably. It was contagious. The others caught the fever, and we all ended up laughing and whooping and splashing each other, making a sloppy mess of Valerie’s sumptuous bathroom suite.

As we were drying off a few minutes later, using big thick towels, Becky said, “Mom, can Kerie stay here tonight, for a sleepover? She can sleep in my room, okay? Please?”

“Sure, that’s fine with me,” her mother smiled, “as long as Kerie wants to and Shelly says it’s okay.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine with me too. We don’t have any other plans. Kerie, you want to do that? Stay here tonight for a sleepover?”

Of course she wanted to.

The two little girls jumped up and down, squealing with excitement, their lovely naked bodies still glowing from the warm water of the bath. I admired the tempting display, squeezing my thighs together and rubbing the towel over my erect nipples while pretending to dry myself. Then something occurred to me.

“Um, she, Kerie doesn’t have anything to wear. Her dirty clothes are all downstairs. Could she borrow something from Becky?”

“Certainly,” Valerie nodded. “That’s no problem at all.”

“Come on,” said Becky, grabbing Kerie’s hand. Dropping their towels on the floor, the kids raced off to Becky’s room.

“I’ll go help ‘em,” said Tina. “Um, unless you want me to, you know, stay and clean up the bathroom.”

“No, that’s all right,” Valerie winked. “You go on. I know you’ll enjoy helping them.”

“Thanks!” With a jubilant grin, Tina handed her towel to her mother, kissing her cheek, then hurried out to join the younger girls.

For once, Valerie allowed me to do some work, assisting her in rinsing out the tub and wiping up the soapy water we’d splashed all over the place. After that, we both put our clothes back on, then gathered up the towels and went down to the floor below.

The door to Becky’s bedroom was open. We stopped to enjoy the view for a minute. It was arousing and humorous at the same time. Shorts and skirts and tops and panties were scattered everywhere — on the floor, on the bed, on the dresser — it looked like a bomb had gone off. Tina, Becky, and Kerie, all three still naked, were chattering and giggling, debating what Kerie should wear.

“Hey, kids,” said Valerie, “since Kerie is our guest, she can choose anything she wants for dinner, all right? Honey, what do you think you’d like?”

“Um…” my little girl put her hand to her mouth, frowning in thought. “I think, maybe… hot dogs and ice cream. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, darling. It’s just fine,” Valerie chuckled.

Not exactly the most nutritious meal, I said to myself, rolling my eyes. But whatever. Valerie took my arm and we headed down to take care of the laundry and get started on dinner.

“You‘ll stay too, won’t you?” she said to me. “I need to run to the store for hot dog buns, and you can come along then join us for dinner. Please say you will.”

“Okay, I will,” I smiled. “Thank you.”

I would gladly stay for supper — but what would happen after that? Would I be invited to spend the night with them as well? Nothing had been mentioned about it yet, but I hoped I would!

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