Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Debbie L

Part Two: Secrets and Lies

Diane Baxter was a woman of many secrets, and a chequered history to go with them.

She’d always known she was bisexual, with a heavy leaning toward females. Her curiosity towards other girls had manifested itself from a very young age. At school, she had massive crushes on older female teachers, and often tried to steal glances up girls’ skirts to get a peek at their knickers.

When a teacher caught Diane playing I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours with a pretty little friend in the Wendy House, it came as quite a shock to learn that such behaviour was frowned upon.

The teacher had taken young Diane aside and explained that it simply wasn’t the kind of thing good little girls do, especially at school. From that day forth, Diane knew to keep her desires a secret.

Home life wasn’t much better. Her father could only be described as aggressively conservative in his thinking, and her mother had always been obsessed with keeping up precious middle-class appearances. By the time she’d reached thirteen, Diane had buried herself so far back in the closet she was practically in Narnia. Sure, she’d had pretend boyfriends at school to keep up the act, but her true passion was for other girls, or attractive older women.

At seventeen, a careless incident led to Diane’s hasty departure. She’d just discovered she was pregnant with Chloe, and despite her tender years, this development was much to her parents’ delight. They thought their daughter had finally grown out of her ‘strange teen phases,’ as her father put it, and was ready to live life as a normal young woman.

Her so-called boyfriend was less than thrilled by the prospect of impending fatherhood, but those reservations paled in comparison to the utter shock of returning home from work one Saturday to discover Diane, sweaty and naked, frantically scissoring with his sweet, innocent, and apparently wholly enthusiastic thirteen-year-old sister on her Backstreet Boys duvet.

To buy his silence, Diane was forced to promise she wouldn’t make any claims for child support. He, in turn, would not be expected to have any part of Chloe’s life, which suited him just fine.

It was a scared, tearful Diane who went home and told her mum and dad she was in need of a change, and wanted to strike out on her own. So she packed her bags and went to stay with her aunt and uncle in Bristol.

Over the next few years, during Chloe’s infancy, Diane gradually worked her way South East, scrimping, saving, struggling, working shitty low-income jobs and relying on the kindness of friends. She eventually found herself working two jobs to manage the rent on a modest two-bedroom property. Her parents helped where they could, but Diane made an effort not to rely on them too often. It was a constant struggle, but she was keeping her head above water. Mostly.

Then the clouds finally lifted, and the bright, bright sun that shone down illuminated Diane’s life in ways she could never have imagined.

The day she’d walked into that dance studio, little Chloe’s hand in hers. The day she’d spied that pretty thirty-something blonde and her beautiful, vivacious nine-year-old daughter. She never dreamed she would find such special friends, or such a willing, adventurous, sexually daring young playmate.

Diane shared none of Mel’s guilt at the prospect of seducing AJ. Having had plenty of female lovers over the years, both young and old, she’d instantly recognised the attraction Mel felt toward Chloe. Diane had never tried to hide who she was from her daughter, and had long ago decided that Chloe was free to explore her own sexuality, a luxury she’d never known at that tender age.

***

AJ, as it happened, had practically invited Diane to seduce her. She was ten by this point, and one evening during a movie, she’d decided to snuggle with Diane under a shared blanket. She liked having her mum’s friend’s soft, warm body pressed up against hers, and the subtle fragrance of the woman’s natural scent made her feel… tingly.

They were cuddling in a large recliner, as were Mel and Chloe on the adjacent sofa. AJ had one lithe leg thrown over Diane, and was perfectly content to feel a soft hand trail lightly down her side, then lower still over hip and thigh. She mewled with delight when Diane delved underneath her t-shirt, finding and stroking a tiny nipple. A shudder of lust and excitement ran through AJ’s body as Diane rolled the stiff treat between thumb and forefinger.

With a blissful sigh, AJ gave Diane a knowing, secretive smile, an unmistakable green light for the woman to continue. She was enjoying the sensations coursing through her young body, and found herself eager for more.

“Is this okay, poppet?” Diane whispered, the words inaudible to Chloe and Mel beneath the noisy soundtrack of Tangled.

“Uh-huh,” AJ murmured sweetly, nestling closer as Diane’s hand slid back down and over her thigh, pausing to cup a delightful bottom that was clad only in tight shorty knickers.

She gave AJ’s bum a squeeze, then allowed her finger to stray beneath to lightly stroke the little girl’s camel-toe. Diane’s breath nearly caught in her throat as a surge of helpless lust washed over her. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for release.

AJ lifted a knee, enabling Mum’s friend to trail a hand over her warm, tingling kitty. Bringing her mouth to Di’s ear, the ten-year-old whispered, “I touch myself there like all the time, but it feels lots better when you do it.”

Cuddled up on the couch opposite, Mel and Chloe were munching popcorn and laughing at the movie, completely oblivious to the sexy shenanigans going on just a few feet away. Mel was still trying to convince herself that she really fancied her friend, not her friend’s underage daughter.

“Shall I carry on then, sweetheart?” Diane whispered to AJ. “Do you want me to?”

“Mmm, yes, please. Don’t stop.”

Then the ten-year-old stunned Diane completely by reaching under the blanket to push the back of her canary yellow shorties down over her delectable little arse, allowing Diane free, unrestricted access.

“You got fleas or something, Amy?” said Mel with a chuckle, noticing her daughter’s movements. “If she’s annoying you, Di, just push her off. She’s a proper pain in the bum when she gets fidgety.”

“N-no, she’s fine, honestly. Just having herself a stretch, aren’t you, poppet? Don’t listen to mean old Mum.”

AJ smirked, then followed that with a covert wink.

Christ, she really does want me to touch her, an astonished Diane mused. Go easy, though, Di. Don’t fuck this up, ‘cause you probably won’t get another chance.

It had been ages since Diane had touched a girl so young, and she had to suppress a whimper as her fingers found AJ’s moist, impossibly smooth slit. She explored the little girl with slow, easy strokes, coating her fingers in a sheen of wetness. AJ rocked her hips as discreetly as possible, biting down on her bottom lip as the older woman slipped the tip of a finger inside. Diane cupped the child’s bum with her free hand as she gently finger-fucked the pretty ten-year-old.

AJ placed a hand on one of Diane’s pert breasts and began to knead it. She desperately wanted to touch between the woman’s legs, but Diane was wearing a tight pair of jeans and she didn’t want to give this wonderful new game away by attracting her mum’s attention.

Much to the disappointment of AJ and Diane, their intimate moment was brought to an abrupt end when Chloe announced, “I need to pee. Can we pause it, please?”

Diane hastily withdrew her finger from AJ’s cunt as Mel found her feet and said, “I’m gonna make a quick cuppa.” She padded into the kitchen, leaving AJ and Diane alone.

AJ seized the opportunity to hike her shorts back up, wearing a conspiratorial grin. Diane smiled back, then licked her fingers clean of the little girl’s essence, savouring the exquisite musky flavour. AJ’s eyes went wide at that. “Whoa,” she breathed.

“That was so good, poppet,” Di cooed. “Thank you so much. You’re just so beautiful and sexy.”

“Mmm, I loved it, too,” AJ agreed. “You can touch me anytime you want, Diane. I mean it. Oh, and we can think of lots of other things to do, as well. Uh… if you want to, that is. I definitely want to.”

“Oh, baby girl, that sounds wonderful.” Diane took a quick look to be sure the coast was clear, then leaned in to kiss AJ for the first time. “You can’t ever tell your mum or Chloe about this, though. It has to be our secret. Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” whispered AJ earnestly, scribing a large X across her chest for good measure.

***

After that first episode, Diane and AJ were off to the races. Any chance the pair got, they were at it, kissing and touching at every sneaky opportunity, fucking when time allowed.

AJ was an apt pupil, every bit as willing to give as she was to receive. She took to lesbian sex like a duck to water, and on numerous occasions Di called in sick while AJ feigned illness from school, so they could spend a few torrid hours in bed together. On one occasion, AJ licked and fingered Diane to orgasm in the ladies loo of a Marks & Spencer. Diane stuffed her knickers in her mouth to stifle the moans.

The ten-year-old was insatiable, and Diane was more than happy to oblige. Nothing was off limits; every curiosity indulged, explored and satisfied.

That is, until one fateful day at Diane’s house when, in their haste for a quickie, they foolishly forgot to lock the bathroom door.

The four of them were enjoying another movie night. Diane had made some excuse to go upstairs. Not long after that, AJ claimed she needed the toilet. Mel had been too engrossed in her phone to think much of it, but after several long minutes had passed without either Diane or AJ reappearing, Chloe had grown suspicious. Telling her mum she was going for a pee, she promptly set off upstairs to investigate.

Upon opening the bathroom door, she was shocked to discover her mum pressing AJ up against the counter. The two of them were deep in the throes of passion, their tongues sparring, each with a hand buried in the other’s knickers.

Chloe had long harboured suspicions, and now they were confirmed – Her best friend and her own mother were lovers! But far from being appalled, Chloe found the idea thrilling. She savoured the sight, marvelling at how utterly sexy they looked together. “I knew it!” she gasped. “I bloody knew it!”

Chloe was no stranger to watching her mother have sex. Before they’d met Mel and AJ, Diane frequently had a work friend over for dinner, an attractive woman in her early forties named Jane who Choe had always liked.

That first time, after she’d been sent off to bed, Chloe had tiptoed to the top of the stairs, peeking through the banister rails. She’d watched, rapt, as the two women kissed, undressed one another and then fucked right there on the couch. She loved how hot they looked together, and the wet sounds of sex, accompanied by their lustful moans, thrilled her to the core. She couldn’t help but touch herself as she peered down, unable to tear her eyes away from the lewd spectacle.

Consequently, Chloe had developed a taste for lesbian love, voyeurism, and older women. Needless to say, Diane was well aware of her daughter’s crush on Mel.

Chloe boldly walked into the bathroom, ignoring the looks of shock and panic on her mum’s and AJ’s faces. Drawing close to the two lovers, she grasped AJ’s arse, kneading her firm buttocks. Despite nearly three years of sleepovers, the two girls had never so much as kissed, so AJ was understandably confused.

“Well,” said Chloe. “Seeing as you two are getting off with each other, I think it’s only fair I have some fun with your mum, AJ. But right now…” She thrust her tongue into AJ’s mouth before her friend could object, kissing her hungrily. AJ briefly froze, then melted into the exchange, returning the kiss with equal fervour, her tongue dancing with Chloe’s.

A surge of renewed lust snapped Diane out of her stupor. She was getting incredibly turned on at the sight of the two pre-teens making out so passionately. Since her hand was still buried in AJ’s knickers, she returned to jilling the young blonde. In the meantime, Diane continued to rock her own aching cunt on the girl’s busy fingers.

“You two have fun,” Chloe purred as she broke the kiss, trailing her fingers down AJ’s arm. And with that, she strutted from the bathroom and made her way back downstairs. Perfect! she thought, all kinds of naughty ideas forming in her head.

This little discovery would pave the way for Chloe to get exactly what she wanted – AJ’s mum. And about time! Now she, along with Diane and AJ, needed to lay  plans for a pre-emptive strike. If they timed it right, Mel would be hers before long.

It was pure serendipity that sent Diane on a course so close to AJ’s grandparents’ home during the half-term week, and as predicted, Mel asked if AJ could travel home with her. Diane agreed, but the next stage of the plan would require an overnight stay that Mel was not yet aware of.

***

Back in the here and now, Mel found herself being awakened from a light sleep in the most delightful way. Chloe was caressing her skin and peppering her face with soft, fluttering kisses.

The two of them were still tangled together on the couch, basking in the aftermath of their first lovemaking session.

“Hey, pretty baby,” Mel murmured with a lazy smile. “What time is it?” She pulled a sleep-tousled Chloe close and kissed her deeply, grabbing a handful of the girl’s lustrous, tumbling curls.

“Almost midnight,” Chloe replied. “I’ve been trying to wake you up for a while so we can go to bed – it’s not very comfortable on this sofa. And I really need to pee.”

Mel stretched her arms out in a yawn. “C’mon then, let’s turn in.” She gave the twelve-year-old a wry grin. “I don’t think you’ll be needing AJ’s room, do you?”

Chloe shook her head. “I want to spend the night with you, Mel.”

They shared the bathroom with no awkwardness or shyness. Melanie was surprised to discover that watching Chloe pee was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen, and made a mental note to explore that particular kink further. They swapped playful kisses with mouthfuls of foaming toothpaste, laughing and blissfully happy.

Moments later, In the soft lamplight of the bedroom, Mel lay naked waiting for her little lover. Her pulse began to race as the girl entered the room. Yes, Chloe was a child, but there was little in the way of innocence about her. She was already as skilled a lover as many women two or three times her age. Now Mel was about to claim her prize – the girl she’d yearned for.

Chloe padded catlike over to the foot of the bed, climbing agilely onto the soft mattress. Her eyes locked on to Mel’s as she began kissing her way up the woman’s leg, paying careful attention to the sweet spots behind her knees and silken inner thighs. She could smell the rich, musky scent of her older lover’s arousal. It made her mouth water, her pussy throbbing with anticipation.

Mel draped a leg over Chloe’s shoulder and raised her hips, offering what she had to the beautiful little girl, desperate to be pleasured.

Chloe began to pepper Mel’s dripping pussy in tender kisses, coating her lips in the thick, warm juices. A blissful sigh escaped her lips as she slipped her tongue between those soft petals, treating Mel’s sex to a long, luxurious French kiss. Slipping both hands under Mel’s thighs, Chloe pressed her mouth tightly against her lover’s cunt.

Mel twined her fingers through the child’s hair, a breathless, orgasmic cry escaping her lips.

***

As the October sun began to rise, Mel awoke, her arms still twined around the sleeping twelve-year-old. She kissed the child’s brow, breathing in her unique scent. That familiar, delicious warmth began to smoulder between her thighs once more, her stomach filling with excited butterflies.

Chloe began to stir, too. Flipping the duvet to one side, Mel began to nuzzle the girl’s hips and thighs before seeking out her beautiful silken pussy. Chloe effortlessly slipped beneath her older lover, burying her face in Mel’s wet, swollen sex.

Yet again, Mel was gobsmacked. How had this child learned her skills as a lover? She had no idea, and wasn’t sure she wanted to know. All that mattered was that they were here now, enjoying a delightfully sweaty, naughty morning frolic.

Afterward, the scent of sex hung thick in the air. Mel could’ve easily lounged in bed with Chloe for the rest of the day, but she finally decided it was time to get her arse in gear.

“I’m going to take a shower, baby, then how do you fancy eggs and bacon, followed by some retail therapy?”

“Sounds like the perfect day to me, as long as I’m with you,” Chloe replied, stretching languidly.

Twenty minutes later Mel was at the stove, dancing barefoot to the radio in nothing but an old AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of skimpy pink knickers.

Chloe came downstairs freshly showered, damp hair hanging down her back. She hopped up onto a barstool. “Hey, Mel. I thought you might like to peel these off me later. You seemed to rather like them, if I remember right.”

“Peel what?” Mel turned, then promptly dropped her spatula, which clattered on the kitchen floor. Chloe was brazenly spreading her legs apart, a familiar pair of Little Mermaid knickers pulled tightly over her puffy mound.

“I brought Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel with me, too,” Chloe smirked.

Mel turned the hob off. The bacon could wait. She advanced towards the saucy little minx. “Fuck… you sexy, delicious little girl. C’mere.”

This was going to be an epic few days. Mel just knew it.

***

You’ll never find The Wayfarer Hotel in the phonebook, or any of the travel sites, for that matter. There’s not even a sign outside to indicate its existence. It’s a modest twelve room affair, and if you ever passed it on the street, you’d be forgiven for assuming it was just another apartment building. It caters to a very select, exclusively female clientele, and in the correct circles is known to be very “family and child friendly”.

Diane had been introduced to Evangeline and Rose MacGregor, the hotel owners, when she was nineteen. A friend of Diane’s aunt had taken a shine to the girl and whisked her, along with eighteen-month-old Chloe, down to the South Coast for a dirty weekend.

Diane had wound up staying with the two lovely Scottish ‘spinsters’ for the next two years, lovingly referring to them as Mum and Ma. She worked for them in return for food, a roof over her head and childcare for Chloe, plus a modest wage.

Even now, her bond with the two mature lesbians was strong as ever, so it was there that Diane decided to bring AJ for a night of debauchery.

As planned, Amy’s grandfather had dropped her off in front of the hotel at midday, and a beaming Diane ran out to greet her. AJ, despite only being twelve, already stood head to head with Diane at 5 ft 2, and with her stylish biker jacket, sunglasses and tousled blonde hair, she could easily pass for sixteen if you didn’t look too closely.

The two of them didn’t even attract a second glance as they hugged outside the hotel lobby. They decided to grab lunch before heading back to The Wayfarer for stage two of their plan, which would result in a much longed-for night, just the two of them.

“Have you heard from Chlo and Mum?” AJ asked as she and Diane walked hand in hand to the closest eatery. “Any idea what they’re up to?”

“At it like crazy, if Chloe’s texts are anything to go by,” Diane told her. “She’s fancied your mum for ages. By the sounds of it, she’s not been disappointed.”

“Yeah, I got the same impression when she texted me,” AJ agreed. “I’m so pleased for Mum. It’s about time they finally did it. God, all those pictures they’ve sent each other! I never would’ve guessed Mum’s a smoothie. Looks sexy as hell on her, too.”

Diane smiled. “Looks like Chloe isn’t the only one who fancies your mum…”

“Are you joking?” AJ exclaimed, going into a mock-swoon. “I’ve wanted to fuck her ever since I figured out I liked girls. It’ll never happen, but it’s fun to dream.” She flashed her older lover a smile. “Let’s go get our room. I feel like letting you have your way with me.”

When they returned to the hotel, Evangeline, Evie to her friends, was overjoyed to see Diane.

“Diane, ma wee bonny lassy, it’s been tae long!” Evie exclaimed as she pulled the petite brunette in for a long motherly hug.

Evie was a curvy lady in her early fifties. Her face was etched with laughter lines, her hair dyed shocking pink.

Diane hugged her back, feeling tears prick the corners of her eyes. “Hiya, Ma. It’s so good to see you again.”

“And who’s this wee beauty?” Evie gushed, inspecting AJ as if she were a fine work of art. “Oh, Diane, ya lucky bitch. She’s gorgeous, and och, such beautiful little titties, too.”

AJ blushed furiously at the older woman’s unashamed admiration.

“This is Amy,” Diane said. She smiled down at the pretty twelve-year-old, who beamed right back at her. “My girlfriend.”

Diane had never used that term to describe AJ before. It felt so good to finally say it out loud.

“It’s just ‘AJ,’ really,” the twelve-year-old said. She offered the woman a polite handshake, but was instantly drawn into a rough hug. She decided she liked Evie.

Evie knitted her brow in mock disapproval. “Ye’ll be Amy while yer here, young missy,” she insisted with a grin. “And expect plenty of cuddles from Rose too, when the daft cow gets back from Tesco’s.” She turned back to Di. “And how’s ma wee Chloe? I bet she’s grown into a real beauty too, just like her mum.”

“She’s back home with my best mate Mel,” Diane told her.

“Mel’s my mum,” AJ interjected with a grin. “And Chlo is my bestie.”

“Ohhhh,” Evie hummed, realisation lighting up her eyes. “Are they…” she made an obscene finger gesture. “And does Mel know about the two of yous?”

Diane laughed. “Yes to your first question. But no, not yet, to the second. We’re trying to figure that conundrum out. Which room are we in, Ma? My old one?”

“Sneakin’ around, eh? That’s half the fun. Aye, pet, ye know where to go. But first…” Evie held out a hand, a wicked glint in her eye. “Hand ’em over. You’ve nae forgot, have ye?”

“You know me better than that.” Diane reached into her handbag and pulled out a small plastic ziplock bag. Evie unzipped it, then drew out the contents – a silky pair of white knickers. The woman brought them unashamedly to her face, breathing in their scent. AJ’s eyes went wide.

“Ah, still damp, too…” Evie crooned. “Ya naughty wee hussy. How long ya been wearin’ em, darlin’?”

“Four nights, then again this morning,” Diane told her with a smile. She pulled AJ towards her. “Constantly thinking of this cutie left them extra special.”

Pressing the soiled treasure to her nose, Evie inhaled deeply once more, “Ahhh, fuckin’ divine. Now go get settled in while I put these somewhere safe. Off ye toddle now, before I have ye both right here on the rug!”

Diane kissed Evie on the lips, then took AJ’s hand and led her up to Room 6. She paused on the landing to claim the twelve-year-old’s mouth in a long, heated kiss. AJ responded in kind, eagerly twirling her tongue with Diane’s.

“Ready to win an Oscar, babe?” Diane asked.

AJ nodded. “Let’s do it. Then you can fuck me silly.” She took her phone into the en-suite bathroom. Punching in the number, she waited for her mother to answer.

“Hi, Mum… yeah… Huh? No… No, I’m not feeling well. Actually, I feel awful… I think it was the seafood linguine. I remember it tasted a bit strange. Yeah… I don’t think I can travel, I keep being sick. Mmm… No… Ohhh, oh God. Here, talk to Diane, I think I’m gonna chuck up again.” Moving the phone away from her mouth, AJ produced the most apocalyptic barfing sound imaginable.

Diane had to suppress giggles as she took the phone from AJ. Kicking off her shoes, she stretched out on the bed. “Hi, babes! Yeah, she started feeling crap about an hour ago… I know, right? Cheap Italian cuisine – it’s wrong every fucking time… No, I don’t think it’s a great idea to travel right now. But it’s not a problem, I pulled some strings and work stumped up for another night… Really, Mel, it’s no trouble. Better than puking on a train all the way home, right? We’ll get the 2.00 pm back tomorrow. Should be home by five… Sure, I’ll tell her… Give Chlo a cuddle for me and tell her I love her loads… Love ya too! Byeeee!”

As soon as Mel rang off, AJ appeared in the bathroom doorway wearing nothing but a pair of tiny red hipster knickers and sunglasses.

The willowy twelve-year-old blonde leaned seductively against the doorframe, one ankle crossed over the other. She’d fluffed her hair up, then pinched her perky nipples giving them a rosy tinge. “Well, Miss Baxter?” she said huskily. “Did my dear mother fall for it?”

Diane regarded her little lover with greedy eyes. “Hook, line and sinker, baby girl. She sends her love. I bet she’s already got her knickers off for Chloe.” The mental image that conjured up made her shiver with lust. She loved seeing her own daughter naked, and was equally enamoured of Mel’s lithe body.

With a whoop of triumph, Amy tossed her sunnies aside and practically leapt on Diane, claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss as she frantically fumbled for the catch on the women’s jeans. Wrenching them open, she thrust a hand into Diane’s damp knickers and eased two fingers into her cunt. She hooked the digits upward, massaging Di’s clit with the palm of her hand.

Diane lifted her hips clear of the bed as she pulled AJ in for another wet kiss. “Ooooh, fuck, Amy!” she moaned, the youngster’s fingers wriggling exquisitely. She managed to separate herself from her shirt as Amy fucked her with gusto.

“You’re mine now, li’l girl,” Di hissed, clumsily shucking her jeans down her legs, then kicking them free. Her knickers came next, but AJ paused to deal with those herself, yanking them off with such urgency she ended up tearing the flimsy material.

Now Di was naked but for her socks. AJ spread her lover’s legs apart, straddled the freshly shaven vulva, then eagerly ground her knicker-clad sex against Diane’s cunt. Di held AJ tightly, kissing the child with reckless abandon as she pawed and caressed her pert bottom with a free hand. “Fuck, I love you so much, baby,” she groaned as she drew breath.

AJ was humping away as if her life depended on it. “L-love you t-too. Now, please… fuck me!”

The child rode Diane hard, sliding a hand under the older woman’s arse to press them firmly together. Sitting back on her heels, she positioned one of Diane’s legs between them, peeled a pink sock off, then kissed the arch of her foot as they fucked.

Orgasms soon came hard and fast, the pair of lovers locked in an embrace worthy of a Rodin sculpture as they rocked and spasmed through the tumultuous storm. Amy drenched her cute knickers, and Diane added her own fluids to the red material.

As AJ rolled onto her back, breathless and glazed with perspiration, Diane crawled between her thighs, kissing the dimples on the child’s hips before slowly teasing the sticky undies from Amy’s spent pussy and down her legs, finally pulling them free.

It didn’t matter how many times Di viewed, touched or licked AJ’s pussy, each time thrilled her like the first. She just couldn’t get enough of her underage girlfriend.

“Careful with those,” AJ said as she eyed the knickers in Diane’s hand. “They’re a gift for someone.”

Diane suspected who the lucky recipient might be, and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fuck, could you be any more perfect?” She got down on her tummy to admire AJ’s blushing, swollen slit. Gently prying the youngster’s outer labia apart with her thumbs, she took a moment to marvel at the bright pink glistening centre before dipping her head to take a taste.

Diane bathed her young lover’s pussy in long luxurious licks and kisses, then sank a finger inside, pumping it back and forth. When she began to rapidly flick her tongue over the engorged clit, Amy wailed loudly, hunched over in exquisite rapture, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as she climaxed yet again.

At some point, hunger and thirst won out, and they ordered a huge takeaway pizza to share with Evie and Rose, choosing to remain unashamedly naked as they chatted with the two older women.

AJ had never been shy about her body – she’d been naked around enough dancers to feel comfortable – and actually found herself enjoying Evie and Rose’s admiring appraisal (and the odd blatant leer at her puffy pussy with its sparse dusting of blonde fuzz). She hadn’t even minded when Rose tenderly caressed her inner thigh.

Alone again later, AJ and Diane made love once more, this time slower, gentler. They’d fucked plenty, but now was the time for intimacy, for feelings of a deeper nature. Eventually they slept, wrapped in a loving embrace, neither wanting to let go of the other.

On Saturday morning they shared a late breakfast with Evie and Rose before their driver returned to take them to the station. Amy, thanks to a lack of sleep, looked very much like a kid who’d been up all night with her head down the toilet. Diane didn’t fare much better, though they both wore blissful smiles.

Diane shared tearful goodbye hugs and kisses with her Scottish ‘mums’ amid promises of “We’ll be back soon!” and “I won’t leave it so long next time!”

As AJ cuddled Evie, she pressed a tiny red wad of cotton into her hand and whispered “These are for you, Ma, ‘till I see you again.”

Evie looked like she’d won the lottery. “Oh, ye sexy wee thing! Ye ken just what I like!” She pulled the girl in for a rough hug. “Come back anytime. And when ye do, bring wee Chloe with yous.” She kissed the grinning twelve-year-old, who purred in delight as Evie brought her tongue into play. If there was one thing Amy loved, it was being kissed, and she gladly engaged the older woman’s tongue with hers.

“Soon, ya hear me?” Evie gave the girl’s bum a grope for good measure.

***

It was just before 5.00 pm when Diane paid the taxi fare, then she and AJ stepped into Mel’s hallway, dumping their bags on the floor. Diane couldn’t help but notice a certain glow about her friend, as well as a knowing smirk from Chloe, who looked exceptionally pleased with herself.

When Mel saw AJ, Mum Mode promptly kicked in. She hugged her daughter, held her at arms length to give her the once-over and proclaimed, “You – bath and bed, now. You look bloody awful. How many times have I warned you – never order the seafood. One dodgy prawn’s all it takes. I’ll bring you some soup later.”

With a wan smile, AJ murmured, “Thanks, Mum. Love you.” She hugged Di goodnight, daring to give her earlobe a playful nip as they embraced, then trudged upstairs. Chloe followed, eager to compare notes, having just greeted her own mum with a kiss and a hug.

Mel poured wine for her and Diane in the kitchen. “You look as exhausted as Amy,” she said.

“Well, we didn’t sleep much,” Diane told her. “I was up half the night looking after her. But she seems a lot better today. Rest and plenty of fluids will see her right, I’m sure. How was your week?”

A hint of colour infiltrated Mel’s cheeks. “Oh, Chloe’s a joy to have around. She can bunk with me anytime. And thanks so much for taking care of Amy. You staying the night? I’ll order curry if you are.”

Each had an inkling that the other had more to tell, but the two mums drew a line under their little flurry of lies and half-truths and settled in for a quiet, restful evening.

***

For the next week, the two couples danced around each other, sneaking kisses and touches where they could, sending intimate messages, each thinking the other pair was blissfully ignorant.

On Halloween, the girls planned to dress up as witches and go trick-or-treating. AJ was alone in her room when a spontaneous naughty thought occurred to her. She reached under her black witch’s dress, slipped her knickers off, then perched her phone on the bed. She timed a pic of herself grinning at the camera, skirt up, legs spread, pussy framed by striped witchy stockings. She captioned it Trick-or-treat, my love?

She pulled up the share icon, found Diane’s name in her chat list, quickly hit SEND, and then—

Wait, was that Mum’s phone that just pinged downstairs? Oh… Oh! Oh, fuck, please no! No no no no no! Noooooooooo!

AJ fumbled for the phone in a blind panic. In her haste to send the lewd snap to Diane, she’d misread the recipient and sent it to one of their numerous group chats. It didn’t just say Diane – it was Diane, Chlo and Mum.

Oh, God, I’m so dead! This isn’t how Mum’s meant to find out about us! Not like this! 

The phone slipped from her grasp and tumbled to the floor. AJ’s blood ran cold as she heard feet pounding up the stairs.

“Amy Jane Andrews! Get your arse out here. Now!”

Soon to come: Part Three!