Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

Gayle and Sandra managed to calm down some before going back into the building to wait for their daughters and talk about less stimulating topics. Still, each woman remained a bit turned on by their encounter and the promise to get together for some real sex the next afternoon.

After the girls finished practicing for an upcoming meet, they showered off the pool water and dressed, chatting about various things, though none of them mentioned sex since the shower and dressing areas were anything but private. Dozens of girls of all ages were in there.

Still, Laura, Emily, Kelli, and Kate managed to sneak a peek at several of the young girls, some as young as seven or eight, and each secretly harbored ideas of what they would do to those little ones if given the chance. It made Laura think of Becky, her sexy little neighbor.

When they joined their mothers, Corinne left with her mom, and the others left with Sandra. Corinne knew Sandra had talked to her mom about masturbation, and the fact Corinne indulged, and she wondered how her mom had taken it. She hoped she wasn’t upset.

Gayle and Corinne rode in silence for the first few blocks until Gayle decided to take the plunge and discuss such a private thing as masturbation. She and Sandra had discussed how she would go about talking to Corinne, her fourteen-year-old daughter, since Gayle was so nervous about raising the subject and knew Corinne might be totally embarrassed by it. Sandra had assured her that in the end it would be for the best. Sandra had also told Gayle she had to admit to Corinne that she did it too, since not telling her would serve to make the subject even more taboo for the mother and daughter to discuss.

“Corinne?”

“Huh?”

“I think there’s something we need to talk about.”

“Oh?” Corinne knew what the subject would be, of course, but she didn’t want to let her mom know she knew.

“Sandra talked to me about what the two of you talked about.”

“What was that?” Corinne asked, wanting to be sure Sandra hadn’t chickened out and talked about something like favorite foods or something equally dumb instead.

Gayle took a deep breath and felt her face turning red. “Well, honey, she said you talked to her about, well, masturbation.”

“Oh, that.” The moment of truth had arrived. Would her mom hit the roof?

“Yes, honey, that.” Gayle looked over at her daughter and realized how beautiful she was. “She said you confessed to her that you did it.”

“Yeah. What about it? Are you mad?”

“No, baby, I’m not mad, but I am hurt that you didn’t feel you could talk to me about it.”

“I thought you might freak out or something.”

Gayle took a deep breath before continuing. “Well, honey, I can’t very well condemn you for doing what everyone does.” She looked over at Corinne again then back to the road, putting on her blinker to turn into a large parking lot beside a strip mall. She found her hands were shaking a bit and decided she should probably stop driving until the conversation and the nervousness associated with it were over. As she turned into the lot, she continued. “Even your mom.”

“Really? Sandra said you almost certainly did, but I didn’t believe her.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because . . . because you’re my mom.”

Gayle looked at her daughter, and the sudden realization that her own mom probably masturbated as well hit her, surprising her.

“Baby, I’m not exactly a virgin, you know.”

“Well, of course I know that, Mom. I’m here, and we look too much alike for me not to be yours. It’s just that, well, I never thought of you in that way.”

“You mean as a sexual being?” Gayle asked as she put the car in park and left the engine and air conditioner going.

“Yeah.”

“I know what you mean. I never really thought of you as a sexual being either, but of course you are.” She turned to her daughter, who was now turned and staring at her. “Okay, it’s confession time. We’re going to tell each other things we’ve never told each other before about our sexual pasts. Rule number one is we are to be completely honest and up front. Rule number two is, no judging allowed. We accept that each of us is a sexual being and nothing is taboo.” Gayle’s words were the product of the talk with Sandra, who had made Gayle memorize the two rules.

Corinne nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll go first,” Gayle said, another suggestion from Sandra because they both felt if Gayle confessed first, it would prompt Corinne to be honest with her mom. Sandra had told Gayle to be completely honest, and she should even include the story about her times with her dog. Gayle had balked at that, but now realized being that honest would lead to a much closer relationship with her daughter, one in which Corinne would not be afraid to tell her mother anything.

“I had my first orgasm when I was around eleven. I don’t remember the exact date or anything, and I may have already turned twelve, but I don’t believe so. I don’t think I was ten because of where we were living when I had the orgasm. The point is, I started touching myself at a very early age. I had been rubbing myself for as long as I can remember because it felt so good, and once someone told me about orgasms, I set out to have one. I actually tried for months to achieve one until it finally happened.

“I was like you, though, in that I was scared of being caught. For a long time, I would only masturbate in the shower or in bed at night, and only then by just putting my hand inside my panties so that if one of my parents came into my room unannounced, I could stop easily.

“Finally, I grew bold enough to push my panties down, figuring my parents probably wouldn’t come into my room after I went to bed because they never had before, but I was just paranoid about it. Then the day came when I decided to do it completely naked in the bed. It was such a turn-on for me to be lying in bed naked. I could feel the sheets against my bare skin, and it felt wonderful.

“When I had my first orgasm, I fell in love with the feeling. I must have masturbated every night, sometimes twice a day by also masturbating in the shower, for two weeks. The flesh down there finally got sore from all the rubbing. I took a short break from it and finally settled on doing it about four or five times a week, showers included. I also discovered why the detachable shower head was invented, and don’t let anyone tell you it wasn’t for masturbation purposes.”

Gayle looked over at her daughter and the fourteen-year-old’s smile said she’d discovered that handy device as well.

“Then there was an incident that is the most embarrassing for me to tell you, but I think it will let you know you can tell me anything.” Gayle took another deep breath, pausing for a moment not only to collect her thoughts, but also to wonder at the sensations that were now centering themselves in her pussy. Was she turned on talking to her daughter about this? She had to admit reluctantly that she was. Then thinking about it, she realized it must be the aftermath of getting so horny with Sandra before and not being able to find a release. Yes, that must be it.

Finally, Corinne, waiting for her mom to continue her confession, said, “Mom?”

Gayle looked at Corinne, again noticing how beautiful the girl was, and said, “Yes?”

“You were saying?”

“Oh, sorry. I got distracted. Yes, well.” She cleared her throat. “I’m going to tell you the most private thing about me, and certainly the most embarrassing. I tell you not because I think you should try it, but to help make clear just how honest I want us to be with one another about our private alone times with our bodies.” She cleared her throat again. “You understand that?”

“Yes.” Corinne had no idea what her mother was about to say, but she obviously was still harboring reservations about saying it.

“When I was twelve, and a veteran masturbator, I did something I’m not proud of. I was always searching for new ways to have an orgasm.” Gayle glanced at Corinne, who seemed mesmerized by the anticipation. The woman felt her cheeks burning again with embarrassment, but plunged on.

“You see, we had a small dog at the time. Her name was Peaches.” She cut her eyes at her daughter, wondering if she would figure out where this was going. She couldn’t tell and continued. “Peaches was, well, a dog that loved to sniff women’s, um, private areas.” She looked at Corinne again. Still no hint she knew where this was going. “One night when I was twelve, I wondered what it would be like to let her have her way. You know. Let her sniff me. Just to see what she might do.”

Gayle looked over at Corinne, who was now blushing deeply, her mouth agape. “Oh, my God!” Corinne said under her breath. “Did you let her lick you there?”

Gayle looked away and nodded. “Yes. As I said, I’m not proud of it. But, Lord, that dog loved licking me there. I had tasted myself too, and couldn’t really blame her. I liked the taste myself. Still do. When I came, I was flooded with guilt and decided not to do it again.” Gayle got up the courage to look into Corinne’s face once more. Okay, she’d left out that she’d done it more than once. In fact, she’d lied to Sandra as well. She’d done it at least a half dozen times before deciding she needed to stop that from ever happening again. She’d succeeded in stopping it, with Peaches or any other dog, but she couldn’t deny it had not been easy. She’d been able to lie back and just enjoy the sensations. In fact, the dog had given her her first multiple orgasms because she wouldn’t stop until pushed away. The dog had enjoyed it, so she didn’t feel bad for her. In fact, she’d felt bad for denying Peaches her special treat, but the dog had begun trying to do it when they were sitting on the sofa watching TV with her family, and she knew it had to end. She wondered what her parents must think, since she’d finally had to put the dog in another room when they watched TV. Looking back on it now, she wondered how in the hell they hadn’t figured it out. Then a new wave of embarrassment washed over her as she realized that they probably had.

“Wow,” Corinne said, so awed by this revelation she could barely be heard. “I guess nothing I could say could top that one.” Then the girl laughed out loud, a response she’d inherited from her mother, Gayle knew. Nervous energy had a way of expelling in such sudden outbursts in both of them.

Corinne, for her part, knew that her suggestion that she couldn’t top that was not exactly true, but she would not tell her mom about her sleepover with Laura–and subsequently Emily and their mother as well–because it involved other people. She knew that Sandra could go to prison for doing what they’d done last night, so there was no way she’d tell her mom about that, even if she found out about her and Laura.

“So,” Gayle said as a way of transitioning to Corinne’s confession. “Your turn.”

Corinne swallowed and felt a blush swath her cheeks. “Well. I guess you want to know how long this has been going on with me?”

“That would probably be a good place to start,” Gayle answered, thankful to be moving on from her own confession.

“Before I start, can I ask you a question?”

Gayle thought of a hundred questions the girl could ask, most of them having to do with her time with Peaches, but she knew she had to be willing to at least hear the question. “Go ahead.”

“When did you first do it with someone else?”

“Do what? You mean masturbating or actual sex?”

Corinne blushed and said, “Actual sex.”

Gayle suddenly realized a lot of things that she felt stupid for not realizing already. Corinne had talked to Sandra about sex, particularly masturbation, when she’d stayed the night with Laura. Gayle knew that Laura masturbated since Sandra had all but told her she did when the woman confessed to talking about such things with her daughters since they were little girls. Gayle herself had enjoyed some mutual masturbation with a few girlfriends herself when she was Corinne’s age. It was what had started her down the path to her bisexuality. Obviously, Corinne and Laura had engaged in the same activity, perhaps even more.

For the first time, Gayle began considering Laura in a sexual manner. The young girl was striking in her appearance, and like her mother, she oozed sexuality. She’d noticed it before without really thinking about it. Now, she felt shame as she thought about it to the point of picturing Laura naked in bed with her hands at her pussy. Then the picture shifted, and she saw Laura and Corinne in the bed masturbating together.

Again, she felt her pussy spasm in need as the sudden image caused her to once again feel the almost screaming desire in her cunt. She was going to have to get herself alone when they got home to take care of this.

“Well, sweetheart,” she began, considering that, as with the story of Peaches, telling the complete truth would lead Corinne to tell her the complete truth about what had happened the night before. “When I was about your age, I had a friend sleep over at my house. We started talking about sex and eventually admitted to each other that we loved masturbation and orgasms. One thing led to another, and we ended up masturbating together.”

“That’s just masturbation,” Corinne said. “I said ‘actual sex.'”

“I was getting to that,” Gayle said, suddenly surprised at her candor, even though she had confessed already to a form of bestiality. “She and I eventually started masturbating each other, which led to humping each other’s leg, and, well, other things.”

“You mean you’re bi?” Corinne asked, and as Gayle looked at her daughter she could see the relief in that knowledge.

“Yes, dear. Your mother is bisexual. That was my first encounter with another girl, and I still have them on occasion, but you can’t tell your father about that. It is a special secret just between you and me. Understood?”

“Yeah.”

“So, I still haven’t heard your story,” Gayle prompted.

“Okay. I started touching myself a long time ago. I guess I was like you. I just knew it felt nice. Then I realized the longer I touched myself there, the better it felt. Finally, one night in bed I just kept going and going to see how good I could make it feel, and this great feeling just, well, happened. It was my first orgasm.

“I guess I was like you. I did it a lot for a while after that, like I was afraid the feelings would stop happening or something. I decided to read up on it at the library in town, and that’s where I found out I was having orgasms, and I also found out they would never stop happening, which made me happy. I’ve been doing it ever since.”

“How often do you masturbate?”

“About five times a week, I guess, though sometimes I do it more than once in a day, so it’s not like five days a week.”

“When was the last time you masturbated?” Gayle asked. She felt she knew the answer but was wanting to move on to that topic with Corinne.

“You won’t be mad?” Corinne asked.

“Of course I won’t.”

Corinne looked down and back up at her mom. She wanted to see her reaction to this news. “Last night at Laura’s.” She decided not to tell her about that morning at breakfast in front of Laura, Emily, and their mother because of what she knew she couldn’t tell her mother.

Gayle swallowed. “Was Laura in the room?”

Corinne nodded.

“Was she awake?”

The teenager nodded again.

“Did she masturbate with you?” Gayle asked.

Tears welled in Corinne’s eyes as she nodded.

“Be honest with me about this, Corinne. I won’t be angry at all. I just want to know. Did the two of you do anything else together?”

A tear spilled over Corinne’s eyelid as she nodded.

Gayle felt her pussy spasm again at this news. She was shocked at her reaction, and even more shocked at the thought that crossed her mind. She wondered if this might lead to her and her daughter actually masturbating together. They wouldn’t do anything else, of course, but the image of the two of them snaking their hands inside their shorts and panties here in the car was overwhelming.

“Go ahead, honey. Confess. I won’t be mad and I won’t judge you.”

Corinne knew this was where the conversation was headed when she’d gotten the answer from her mother about sex with someone else. Still, it was not an easy confession to make. “Are you going to make me stop seeing Laura and Emily?”

Emily? Gayle thought, sitting back. She’d said nothing about including Emily in this masturbation session that up to that moment Gayle thought only included Laura. The woman calmed herself to hide her shock before saying, “Emily? Emily was there, too?”

Oops, Corinne thought. She hadn’t meant to mention Emily, but it had just spilled out, her embarrassment causing her to forget herself for a moment. She began openly crying now. “Yes,” she said through her tears.

For some reason, this excited Gayle even more. The two sisters, those sexy little darlings, masturbated together? Maybe even did more together?!

“So the three of you messed around together?” Gayle asked before adding, “I won’t be mad, and I won’t tell a soul, not even Sandra.”

Corinne thought that telling Sandra wouldn’t be a problem but thankfully kept her mouth shut about that.

“Yes,” Corinne said, doing her best to get control of her crying. “It’s not a bad thing, really, Mom. They love each other, and it’s not like they can get each other pregnant or anything.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I understand. I’m not as sheltered as you think, you know. I’m aware that incest takes place, probably far more than most people realize, especially as it regards siblings.”

Gayle waited for Corinne to get control of herself before saying, “I’m fine with what you’re doing, honey. It would be far worse, to me, if Laura’s brother was involved.” She paused before saying, “He isn’t, is he?” She felt her heart pounding as she waited for the answer.

“Ooh, no!” Corinne answered, and her vehemence and look of disgust made Gayle relax again. It was obviously not a lie.

“Then, I’m fine with it. Just try not to get caught, though. Sandra is a very liberal person, but I don’t know if she’d be okay with her daughters engaging in lesbian incest.”

Corinne kept her mouth shut. As she sat there, she thought of something alarming. Her pussy was soaking wet. She realized this talk had made her unbelievably horny. Her breathing was ragged, deep passionate breaths seemed to echo in the confines of the car. She looked at her mom, who reached out to touch her knee. Her entire being focused on her mom’s hand and the feeling it provided as it lay there against the soft skin. It felt like a live wire–a wire that seemed to connect directly to her pussy. She again felt the liquid mess tucked inside her and her throbbing clit aching to be touched. Suddenly, she realized she wanted what Laura and Emily had with their mother. She wanted her mother to touch her, finger her, flick her clit to an amazing orgasm. . . . Lick her.

The image was too much. The wave of the first spontaneous orgasm of her life began to wash over her before she could even try to prevent it, although she knew the attempt would have been fruitless. She trembled and her eyes closed, her breath washing out of her lungs in gasps as the orgasm seized her. She moved her hips forward involuntarily, seeking the hand that was on her knee. She was coming and her world turned into something blurry and indistinct.

She managed to glance at her mother, and it was obvious she knew what was going on. Her attempt to slump down in her car seat, where she was still trying to move her pussy closer to her mother’s hand, said volumes.

Then suddenly, the hand was there, touching her pussy through the cotton shorts, rubbing against the wet slit beneath the thin material of the shorts and cotton panties. Corinne bucked against her mother’s hand and fingers, urging the orgasm to continue, not caring about any consequences in case her mother became upset about this. All there was in the world was her orgasm and her mother’s hand, urging it on to greater heights.

Then the hand was gone, and Corinne looked at her mother, her eyes glassy with the lust she was a near slave to. In a hazy mist, Corinne saw her mother unbuttoning her own shorts and pushing them down to mid-thigh. Her mother’s pubes, bare and soft, came into view. The thought that her mother shaved or waxed flitted through Corinne’s mind as she watched her mother begin masturbating, rubbing her fingers over the engorged clit, smearing the juices around and filling the car’s cab with wet sounds that made Corinne’s mouth water.

Corinne put her thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of her short shorts and panties and pushed them down, baring her own pussy for her mother to see. She waited until her mother noticed she was now exposed before putting fingers there and rubbing, doing her best to reach a second orgasm. She stared at her mother’s fingers as they worked her own flesh, her mouth watering once again.

She couldn’t help it. She had to taste her mother. She realized the first thought of doing that had flitted across her mind when her mom had mentioned how much she loved the taste of her own juices. Deciding that they would deal with any repercussions or guilt later–guilt she knew she would not suffer though she didn’t know about her mother–Corinne moved to squat on her knees and leaned forward.

Placing her face just above her mother’s pussy, she inhaled and thought about Peaches. If the damn dog had enjoyed this, it was only right for her mother’s daughter to enjoy it as well. She moved her face down and began licking her mother’s fingers and the hard clit beneath them.

Grunts of pleasure echoed throughout the car as Gayle removed her fingers to let her daughter lick her most secret place. Her first thought wasn’t how wrong this was. Rather it was that apparently Laura and Emily were excellent teachers, for Corinne was extremely good at licking pussy. Her rhythms and movements urged the most pleasure from the teenager’s mother. Gayle thought again about Peaches and decided that this time she wouldn’t stop this from ever happening again unless Corinne wanted it to end. But if Corinne was okay with this, Gayle knew it would happen again and again and again. She even chastised herself for waiting so long to talk to her daughter. Would she have been this good at age ten? Eight? Younger, even? Gayle rarely had sex with her husband, and that had been going on for some time now. She wondered if she’d been missing this joy that could have easily taken his place.

The orgasm that slammed into Gayle was one of the best she’d ever experienced. She shuddered and shook and trembled throughout the pleasure that enveloped her. Grunts and even screams were enhanced by the small enclosure of the car.

Then she was feeling Corinne coming once again. She’d experienced an involuntary orgasm that had set Gayle’s blood boiling. Now, she was having another one, this time induced by her child’s own fingers.

When Gayle was once more able to think clearly, she sat up and shot looks all around the car, praying nobody had noticed her and her fourteen-year-old daughter having sex inside. Thankfully, nobody was nearby. No one had noticed at all, despite the screams and possibly even the rocking of the car.

She looked down at Corinne, who was still positioned between her mother’s legs, her cheek resting against Gayle’s thigh.

“Sweetheart,” Gayle said. “I have one question, and I desperately need you to tell me the truth. Did you want to do that?”

“Yes,” Corinne mumbled, reaching out to softly stroke her mother’s inner labia.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Did you?”

“I asked you first, and it’s important you answer first.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to do it again sometime, or was this just a one-time thing? I don’t care which answer you give.”

“I’d like to, but only if you do.”

Gayle smiled down at her new lover. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

With that, Corinne crawled up her mother’s body and kissed her, not like she always had, the way a daughter might kiss her mother. She kissed her like a lover, her tongue exploring the inside of her mother’s mouth, her mother’s tongue doing the same with hers.

When they broke the kiss, Gayle said, “We better get ourselves fully dressed again. Maybe we could go home and do this in a more comfortable spot, like a real bed.”

Corinne giggled in response. “We may have to wait an hour or so and get something to eat.” Then laughing more, she added, “Other than each other.”

Gayle looked at her daughter as she pulled her panties and shorts up, snapping and buckling things together again. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Me either,” Corinne said, and wondered how in the world she had ever thought her mom might be angry if she had caught her masturbating.

Continue on to Chapter 17