Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

That afternoon at swim practice, Sandra sought Corinne’s mother, Gayle, who was a redhead like her daughter. She had promised to discuss Corinne’s burgeoning sexuality with her to help Corinne become more at ease and less worried that her mom would have a fit if she knew Corinne was discovering sexual desire.

Sandra and Gayle were members of a local garden club, with Gayle the newest member, and the two women had served on a committee together, where they had gotten to know each other better. They had talked several times about their lives, and Sandra had learned about the existence of Corinne even before the girl had joined the same swim club her family belonged to.

She knew Gayle had almost certainly thought about the fact her daughter was growing up, and subsequently would have at least masturbated, even though that rather personal subject had never been broached by either of them before. However, Sandra’s offer to speak to Gayle hid other motives. Frankly, she would love to see if Gayle was a little bit interested in a liaison herself. She found the redhead extremely attractive. The woman’s eyes were the color of jade. She kept her hair cut short in a pixie cut, making her look more like a teenager than the mother of one. Her lightly freckled skin was otherwise flawless, if you could call freckles a flaw. She had a slender, almost boyish figure–slim hips and boobs that would barely fill a B-cup that seemed perfect for her 5′ 2″ frame.

She noticed Gayle coming out of the swim club’s ladies’ dressing area and managed to get her attention and signal her over.

“Sandra, how are you?” Gayle asked, leaning down to where Sandra was sitting to plant a peck on the woman’s cheek.

“Doing fine. I just thought that since your daughter spent the night last night at my place, we could have a little talk.”

Gayle frowned at Sandra, wondering if Corinne had done something rude. It would be unlike her daughter to do that, but she could think of no other reason Sandra would want to talk about Corinne.

Sandra saw the look and said, “Oh, there’s nothing wrong. I just, well, noticed some things and wanted to have a mom-to-mom talk, if you know what I mean.”

Relief flooded Gayle and she relaxed, although the confusion about what Sandra meant by “mom-to-mom” remained. “Sure,” she said, allowing Sandra to broach whatever topic was on her mind.

“I assume you’ve noticed your little girl is growing up,” Sandra began, eliciting a confused nod from Gayle. “Well, she came to me and wanted to talk about something, and when I suggested she talk to you about it, she was, to say the least, reluctant.”

Gayle’s look of confusion once again shifted to one of mild worry. “What was she able to talk to you about that she wasn’t able to talk to me about?”

“Well, to put it bluntly, sex.”

Gayle sat back. She was both surprised and understanding. Lots of girls had an easier time discussing things like that with someone other than their mother, but a small pang of jealousy still landed on her heart. She had always hoped her daughter would feel okay discussing anything with her, but apparently, she couldn’t.

“What, exactly, did she say?” Gayle asked.

“Well, she is, um, having certain feelings,” Sandra answered. When she got no response from Gayle other than that same confused look, she said, “She gets horny.”

Gayle made a face that said ‘of course, how could I be so dense?’ She said, “She told you this?”

Sandra didn’t want to make it seem Corinne had become too familiar with her words, so she answered, “Well, not in those exact words, but she said she worries she is doing things you would not want her to do, and it makes her feel guilty.”

Gayle squinted, still unsure what they were talking about. “Is she seeing some boy?”

Sandra could see she would have to be more blunt. “No, nothing like that. She’s . . . well . . . she’s masturbating.”

Gayle burst out with a laugh. She was embarrassed she had not seen the bush Sandra had been beating around. For her part, Sandra had not expected Gayle’s response would be a laugh.

“I’m sorry, but I am so embarrassed, and embarrassment leads me to burst out in nervous laughter.” When Sandra looked at her with an odd expression, she added, “I’m not embarrassed about the subject. I’m embarrassed I didn’t catch what you meant.”

Sandra’s own demeanor relaxed as well. Gayle continued laughing. “I’m just glad she’s not out screwing some guy!” After this, Gayle glanced around to make sure nobody had heard that statement. There was nobody within twenty feet of them, and they were all focused on the swim lessons their children were engaged in.

Sandra smiled. “I figured you would not be as upset as Corinne thought you would be. I told her you would understand. After all, we’re not all a bunch of sexless grown-ups like they think we are.” Now it was Sandra’s turn to laugh.

As the two women sat laughing for a moment, Gayle reached over and placed a hand on Sandra’s. Sandra didn’t fail to notice this, both hands were now sitting mid-thigh on Sandra’s leg. The idea that this sexy woman’s hand was mere inches from her pussy caused a brief shiver inside her.

The laughter subsided and Gayle, her hand still on Sandra’s, said, “She thinks I’ll hit the roof if I find out, right?”

“That about sums it up,” Sandra said.

“Oh, my God,” Gayle said, wiping the laughter tears from her eyes, “I should have known. I used to be scared shitless my parents would catch me. For some reason, I never considered having a talk with her about that. I mean, it’s so embarrassing talking to your kids about things like that.”

“She feels the same way about talking to her parents about it, but I think you should, don’t you? I mean the girl is going around feeling guilty over something we all do.”

“Yes, thank you. I will. On the way home, in fact.” Gayle sat back and cut a glance at Sandra. “Hell, if she’s anything like her mom, she’s at it at least four or five times a week.”

“Well, she never mentioned frequency, but I wouldn’t be surprised. I know I did it at least that often when I was her age.” Sandra looked at Gayle before adding, “If I weren’t so busy as an adult, I’d probably be doing it that often now.”

This brought on another round of laughter, this time more relaxed than the first. “Damn, that’s the truth,” Gayle said. “I swear, I think my husband is either having an affair or discovered he’s gay or something. I get fucked maybe once a month if I’m lucky.”

“Oh, you poor thing!” Sandra said. “You must be so frustrated. I mean, I don’t get it as often as I’d like from my husband, considering he’s out of town so often on business, but it’s more than that.”

Gayle grinned at her. “It’s okay. I get to it when I can. And anyway, there’s more than one way to satisfaction in that department.”

“Why, Gayle! Are you having an affair?”

Gayle just shrugged.

“Come on, who is it? I won’t tell. After all, who am I to talk?” Sandra said.

Gayle stared at Sandra, her mouth agape. “You mean that YOU’RE having an affair?”

“Weellll, of a sort.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me,” Sandra said.

“Oh. Oh, my. I can’t. It would be too embarrassing.”

“What?! Is it your dog or something? Come on. I won’t care. Hell, I wouldn’t care if it was your dog.”

This sent the ladies into another round of laughter. Others around them had started to notice them, and Sandra said, “Let’s go somewhere more private, like my car.”

Gayle glanced around and said, “You’re right.” The two women got up and started to leave when Gayle said, “Maybe we should tell our daughters where we are.” With that, they walked to where the three girls were standing together with Kate and Kelli. Gayle knew who they were and that they lived next door to Sandra and her daughters.

Sandra said, “Girls, we’re going to be out in my car. Just find us when you’re through.”

Laura looked at her mom, wondering if they were going to do something like make out. Why else would she want to be alone with the sexy redhead? She pulled her mom aside and said, “Mom, what are you going to be doing out there?”

“Nothing, baby. We just want to be able to talk away from prying ears and eyes. Don’t worry. I’m not planning on going down on her in my car. Anyway, there’s not enough room for that.”

“MO-OM!” the teenager said, making it two syllables.

Sandra chuckled at her daughter’s distress. “It’s fine, honey. We’ll just be talking. Not even kissing. Promise.” She stepped back to the group and said to Gayle, “Okay, I have my daughter’s permission to go sit in the car.” The girls, other than Laura, laughed, and the ladies made their way out to the car.

Sandra started it and cranked up the air conditioner to dispel the heat.

Gayle turned in the passenger seat to face Sandra. “Okay, I can at least tell you it’s not my dog.”

“Well, shit! I thought maybe I’d met a real kinky person. What fun are you?” Sandra said, laughing.

Gayle got a shocked look and said, “You mean you’re having an affair with YOUR dog?”

“Oh, heavens no. Besides, our dog’s a female.”

“I had a female chihuahua when I was about twelve. I’d let her lick me,” Gayle suddenly said, then put her hand to her gaping mouth as if she’d shocked herself. “Oh shit! I don’t believe I told you that!”

“Well, then, maybe I have met a real kinky person!” Sandra answered.

“I only did it, like, twice. It made me feel too weird to be letting my dog perform cunnilingus on me.”

“Oh, shit. Let’s move on to a different subject!” said Sandra, waving her hands before her face to fan herself.

“I agree. And don’t tell my daughter I did that! Teenagers always seem to think their mom’s are lifelong virgins or something!”

“Well, I’ve always been up front with my girls,” Sandra said. “I talked to them about masturbation early in their lives. Admitted I did it when I was young and still do.”

“How young?” Gayle asked.

“I had my first orgasm when I was ten.”

“Really? I think I was eleven.”

The women sat back in their seats, remembering. “God, that was a great time. I remember when that first orgasm crashed into me. I felt like I’d discovered the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,” Sandra said.

“No shit. I think I masturbated every night for two weeks after I had my first one. I actually thought nobody had ever experienced them before. Like it was something special only I had found.”

Sandra looked over at Gayle. “Is all this sex talk making you horny?”

Gayle looked back at Sandra and said, “No.” When Sandra’s face held that “don’t kid a kidder” look, Gayle grinned and said, “Well, maybe.”

Sandra said, “You ever do it with another girl?”

Gayle squinted at Sandra. “Do what with a girl?”

“Well, anything really. But I was talking mostly about masturbation. You know, that thing your daughter loves to do but thinks you’d shit if you knew she did it.”

Gayle looked into her lap. “Yeah. You?”

“Oh, yeah. Lots of times.”

Gayle looked at Sandra then looked around the parking lot. It was empty. Then she said, “Lots of times?” Sandra nodded. “So when was the last time?” Gayle wasn’t sure where this conversation was headed, but she liked the general direction. She had first thought about Sandra in this way the moment they’d met. The woman seemed to ooze sexuality. She wondered if Sandra would be okay with the fact that the person she herself had had an affair with was another woman. She had even begun to suspect that lesbian desires were what Sandra was holding back as well.

Sandra wanted to tell Gayle the last time had been last night with their daughters, but of course, she couldn’t, so she went back to the last time she’d done that with someone other than Laura, Emily, and Corinne.

“Do you know Kelli and Kate’s mom, Tracy?”

“Holy fuck! Really?” Gayle was flabbergasted. Tracy? She seemed so, well, conservative.

“You can never tell her I told you that!” Sandra said, laughing. “But, yes, really. She’s not as proper as you’d think.”

“Apparently not.” Gayle tried to imagine the two women masturbating together. “Did you two confine your activities to just masturbating?”

“Okay, I’m going to tell you what I wouldn’t inside,” Sandra said, deciding to take the plunge. She had figured out that Gayle was anything but conservative when it came to sex. Hell, she’d confessed to letting her dog lick her when she was young. “The affairs I have are with women. That way, if my birth control pills don’t work, I’m certain the child is my husband’s.”

Gayle stared at Sandra, her gaze hopping down every few seconds to look at the woman’s sensuous lips. “Holy shit. That’s what I didn’t want to tell you.”

Seconds later, Sandra broke her promise to Laura. The two women were making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Their lips seemed to melt into each other, their tongues swabbing the other’s lips, tongue, teeth, and mouth. Sandra’s pussy burned for release, despite all the sex she’d enjoyed the night before, not to mention getting herself off after Corinne’s performance in the kitchen that morning.

Gayle, who had taken advantage of the night away from her daughter, had masturbated to several orgasms the night before. Her husband was in the den watching TV, or rather passed out in front of it. She had lain in bed using all of her toys, fucking herself, rubbing her clit, inserting the butt plug and pressing the vibrator against her clit until wave after wave of orgasms washed over her. The fact she was so turned on right now made her wonder if she was turning into some sort of slut. In the middle of making out with Sandra, she decided fuck it. If she were turning into some kind of slut, it would only be admitting what she’d been for many years now. Who besides a slut would have let her dog get her off when she was twelve?

When Gayle felt Sandra’s hand at her crotch, rubbing her there and adding to the heat her pussy was generating as if in competition with the heat inside the sun-baked car, she realized they would have to stop. Otherwise, someone would catch them, probably their own daughters.

“Wait! Wait!”

“Huh?” Sandra said.

“We can’t do this right now. The girls–the girls will catch us.”

Reluctantly, Sandra realized she was right. Although she knew that would not be a problem in the least, Gayle knew no such thing, and Sandra was certainly not ready to tell her.

“When can we get together?” Sandra asked.

“Hmm. Let me think. Are you doing anything tomorrow afternoon?”

“Just fucking you,” Sandra said, and they laughed.

They sat back and got control of themselves. Gayle was thinking about the fun waiting for her the next day. Sandra was wondering how she could get Gayle involved with the young girls and her own daughter. For that matter, Corinne had said nothing about being attracted to her mom. Would she be able to convince the girl that sex with her own mother would be great?

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Becky and Lexi arrived at Becky’s house after the bus ride back to Becky’s neighborhood. After checking to see that Becky’s sister, Tanya, was gone, they immediately took the new Barbie car to Becky’s bedroom and pulled out the Barbies. Lexi noticed one thing about Becky’s Barbies right away. They were all naked.

“Wow, you do love to let your Barbies have sex together, don’t you?” Lexi asked.

“If I didn’t have to go outside sometimes, I’d be naked all the time myself,” Becky added with a laugh.

Looking through the pile of dolls, Lexi noticed only one Ken doll, though. “I bet your Ken gets a lot of sex, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Becky said, “but mostly he watches the girls doing each other.”

Lexi gave Becky a sly smile. “So you do that with your Barbies too?”

“Of course. A girl’s gotta have her fun!” The two girls laughed together and Becky picked up her Skipper doll and one of her many Barbies. “Skipper wants to lick Barbie,” she said. She lay Barbie on her back and positioned Skipper so that her face was mashed between Barbie’s legs.

The two girls played sex games with the Barbies for another fifteen minutes until Lexi got an idea. “Hey, Becky,” she said, watching as her new friend maneuvered more dolls and made sounds for the pretend girls having sex. “Have you ever watched any porn?”

Becky looked at Lexi and grinned. “Have you?” she asked.

“I asked you first.”

“So you did.” Becky hesitated, drawing out the drama of the moment. “Well, what if I have?”

“I was gonna suggest we get on your computer and find some.”

“You sure?” Becky asked. She didn’t want to get in the middle of some really good porn and have Lexi chicken out.

“Sure, I’m sure. I watch it in my bedroom all the time.”

“All the time? When do you sleep?”

Lexi laughed. “Between porn videos!”

The two girls giggled loudly before getting up from the Barbie orgy and moving to Becky’s laptop. Becky booted up and opened her browser. Typing in ‘pornhub.com,’ she waited for her favorite free internet porn site to open. When it did, a number of thumbnail pictures came up. The girls looked at them, trying to decide which one to watch first.

“Do this one!” Lexi said, pointing at one where a girl had a man’s penis in her mouth.

“Okay,” Becky said, wondering how she could get Lexi to be okay with watching a video with two or more girls only.

They watched, and Becky did her best to concentrate on the girl, who would reach down and play with herself while sucking the guy off. After the man came, Becky said, “Do you ever do this?” and clicked on one where a girl was masturbating. The video opened and they watched for a moment.

“Why do you think I watch the porn all the time?” Lexi said.

Becky laughed. “For the same reason I do!”

They continued watching the girl playing with herself until Becky said, “So, are we just gonna sit here just watching the videos all afternoon, or are we gonna do something about it?”

Lexi gave Becky a smirk. “Like what?”

“You know.”

“I do? I’m not sure I know at all,” Lexi teased. “What are you suggesting we do? Get naked and play with ourselves like the girl in the video?”

“Well, we could just sit here and get horny and then get all frustrated if you’d rather do that.”

“Are you sure you want to?” Lexi said.

“Don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t sure you wanted to.”

“Why you think I invited you over to play with the naked Barbies?” Becky said.

“You mean you thought about us doing it together when you asked me over?”

“Well, yeah. Didn’t you?”

“Well, um, yeah.”

Becky grinned. “Then what are we waiting for?” And she stood and pushed her shorts and panties to her ankles.

Lexi stared at her new friend’s pussy. It was bald, like hers, and puffy like hers, too. When she didn’t pull her own shorts and panties down, Becky said, “Well? You just gonna stare at mine and not let me get a look at yours?”

Lexi pushed her shorts and panties down past her knees and they fell to the floor around her ankles. Becky stared the the girl’s pussy. Her mouth started watering, but she reminded herself to go slowly. She didn’t want to scare her new, sexy friend off. She was afraid that if she went too far too fast, Lexi would freak out and leave. She definitely didn’t want that to happen.

The girls removed their shirts and stood naked except for socks in front of each other. Giggling, they turned their attention back to the girl on the screen. She had a dildo and was fucking herself with it.

Becky reached down and started rubbing herself. Lexi, seeing this, followed Becky’s lead. Soon the two girls began whimpering and moaning from the pleasurable feelings their fingers produced.

“Scoot over a bit so I can sit in the chair with you,” Lexi said, and Becky complied, excited to feel the girl’s hip touching her own.

Finally, Becky could stand it no longer. She at least had to touch Lexi’s pussy if the girl would let her. Reaching over, she pushed her fingers into Lexi’s slit as if she did it every day.

Lexi gasped at the contact. She’d hoped Becky would try something like that, and now she put her own hand on Becky’s pussy, rubbing the slit and enjoying the feel of her friend’s slit.

Now, the two girls were rubbing each other with abandon, working to bring each other to orgasm. Neither said anything about the change from masturbating themselves to masturbating each other. They just did it.

Becky felt her climax approaching and said, “Don’t stop!”

“I won’t as long as you don’t!” Lexi answered.

Within seconds, both girls started coming. Their fingers mashed the other girl’s clitoris, urging the other’s climax on.

When they’d finished, Lexi said, “You ever do it more than once?”

“All the time,” Becky said.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Lexi said, giggling.

Becky decided after what they’d done that some lesbian videos were in order and was no longer afraid to suggest it. “Let’s watch one of my favorites,” she said, and entered the title of one of her favorite clips in the search box.

When the video came up, Lexi said, “Your favorite is a lesbian one?”

“Yeah. Is that okay?”

“Sure!” Lexi said. “They’re some of my favorites too!”

When the girls in the video started kissing, Becky looked over at Lexi, who returned the look. It was obvious in their eyes. They wanted to make out.

Soon, the girls were on Becky’s bed and making out, the videos all but forgotten.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of someone clearing her throat. Becky looked at her bedroom door. Tanya stood there, smiling.

Lexi looked frightened until Becky said, “You mind if my older sister joins in? She’s fun and knows a lot of stuff to do to make you feel good.”

Lexi smiled and looked back and forth between Becky and her sister. Then she made up her mind. “Sure!”

Tanya lay on the bed and said, “You both have to take off my clothes.”

Becky looked over at Lexi and grinned. “This is gonna be so wild!” she said, and reached for the buttons on her sister’s top as Lexi reached for the teenager’s belt.

Yes, this was going to be wild, Lexi thought.

Continue on to Chapter 16