Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Mommy’s Workplace and The One Who Complained

By Cheryl Taggert

It’s an odd thing about people in porn. They often have the philosophy that if it feels good, do it. Age, other than the age of the actors and actresses in their movies, doesn’t seem to matter at all. If someone enjoys sex, he or she should be allowed to enjoy it in whatever way they see fit. And of course, the entire crew is made up of voyeurs. After all, that’s their business, right? They love to watch others having sex. I have met only one person who didn’t enjoy the fact that I enjoyed sex when I was that young, and that was a girlfriend of the director, a woman who disapproved of my escapades. Still, she never stopped me, and I caught her looking at what I was doing on more than one occasion. Later, I would see her sitting beside the director, her hand inside her panties while a scene was being filmed, or she would be down on her knees sucking his cock–with one hand inside her panties. She was definitely into masturbation, which was fine with me since I, too, was a lover of all things sexually stimulating.

One day, Tina, the woman who disapproved of my little orgies, told my mommy she should be in jail. That pissed Mommy off a lot. She and Tina had gotten into a big argument that had to be broken up by Bob, the director. I was eight by this time and thoroughly into my own sex life, which involved women almost exclusively by then, and as I watched Mommy, I could see she was hatching a plan.

And I knew the plan involved me…and Tina.

Later, I found out how the whole thing was set up. Mommy went to Bob, who was also tired of Tina’s griping about my sex life, to set it up. (I’d blown him several times and he wasn’t complaining.) She told him that she would do a movie (usually three or four scenes for a porn actress) for FREE if he would help set Tina up to have sex with me.

He agreed.

I was told that I would be licking a woman off in a dark room and that I was not to make a sound. At that time, I had no idea who the woman would be. It had been a few weeks since the fight, and I’d forgotten about it. Mommy said it was a present for a friend of hers. I was to wait in a closet one night and wait for a couple to enter the room and start having sex. When the man moved down to eat the woman’s pussy, I was to take his place VERY quietly. Mommy put my hair up in a bun on top of my head to prevent it from dangling to the woman’s thighs and giving everything away.

I waited in the dark closet for the couple to enter. When they did, I saw it was Bob and Tina. Even at the tender age of eight, I knew what was going on here. Mommy was going to prove to Tina that age didn’t matter. I smiled at the thought, though I wasn’t sure how the truth would be revealed.

Bob and Tina started undressing with only the bedside lamp on. When they were naked, they got into bed and Bob reached over and turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness so thick I couldn’t see what was happening on the bed.

Finally, I heard Bob say, “I want to eat your pussy before we fuck.”

Tina gasped her answer, “Please…yes…eat me…”

That was my cue. I slowly slid the door open and crept to the bed. Bob started moving around a lot to hide the weight of me getting on the bed, and I moved into position. Tina’s pussy was shaved and waxed– totally bald, like me. I moved my mouth to her and began to enjoy her pleasant taste. I licked her with the softness of a butterfly’s wings, teasing her clit. Her pussy began to flood. Bob, who was down there with me, put his finger inside Tina and worked it in and out as I licked her clit, trying my best to give her the best orgasm she’d ever had. I was getting VERY horny and reached down to rub myself. My hips began their slow rhythmic motions, welcoming the familiar friend into my slit. For a moment, I wondered if my movements would startle Tina into wondering who it was, but she was far too deep into her own coming orgasm to notice. I began to hump my hand in earnest and felt Bob put one finger in my butt. I was getting close and thought Tina better come soon or I would beat her to a climax. I began to smash my mouth into Tina, urging her to orgasm, licking her with abandon. My tongue worked her clit like a boxer works one of those dangling bags, punching away and moving the bag in a rhythmic dance. Finally, moments before I came, she did. She began to moan and shriek, calling God in her ecstasy. At that moment, I came too. My squeals were obviously not Bob’s and for a moment, she didn’t seem to notice because of the power of the bliss she was feeling.

Then, just as my orgasm was subsiding and Bob’s finger exited my butt, I heard her confusion.

“What the fuck? Who–?”

The bedside light came on and the door to the room opened simultaneously. Mommy was standing there, a smirk on her face and not a stitch of clothing on her body. Tina looked down to see who’d just given her that marvelous orgasm.

“Oh, my God!” she screamed, moving away from me as if I were a poisonous snake about to strike. But of course I had already done so.

“What the fuck are you doing, Bob?! She’s just a child!”

“No,” said Mommy, “she may be only eight-years-old, but she’s definitely not a child.”

“Why did you do this?!” Tina screamed.

“To prove a point,” said Mommy. “It’s the person, not the age.”

“But–” The reality that I had just eaten her pussy until she came–hard–was at war with everything she’d ever been told. Sex with most children is bad, but I was not just any child. I enjoyed sex. No, I loved it. I was technically a virgin, but sex and orgasms were the most important things in my life. She was trying her best to wrap her brain around that concept. She sat there on the bed, looking at me and occasionally glancing at Mommy and Bob.

Finally, Mommy took Bob by the hand and pulled him and his massive erection from the bed and began to lead him out the door–presumably to see to his needs. She left me there on the bed with Tina. As she closed the door behind her and Bob, she said to Tina, “She tastes really good too,” and closed the door.

So there we were, both of us naked on the bed. My libido had already begun to wake up again. I wasn’t sure Tina’s was, but by the way she was looking at me, I could see she was now viewing me a bit differently than she had before.

She licked her lips subconsciously, and I knew she was hooked.

“You really like sex?” she asked.

“No, I love it.”

Her eyes made quick flitting motions toward my bare pussy as she tried to keep her eyes focused on my face. It was as if her body was telling her one thing while her brain told her something completely different. Her body wanted to find out if my mom’s final words were true, but her brain kept telling her it was wrong.

“You don’t feel like your being taken advantage of?”

“I’m the one taking advantage. How many other girls my age do you know who can have such a great time with sex?”

She didn’t answer because the answer was obvious. She just kept trying to make her eyes not look at my pussy, which was beginning to want some attention. So I did what I would do at home if my pussy wanted attention: I gave it some. I lay back on the bed, spread my legs, and began to fondle myself. I continued watching Tina. She was starting to blush, and her breathing was moving into that breathy phase of accepting horniness when it occurs. She licked her lips again. Her brain had stopped trying to make her look away from my open pussy, where my hand was beginning to get busier. She was literally staring at my pussy as I masturbated.

“Would you lick me, please?” I asked.

She looked at me and accepted the reality: I was eight-years-old and she wanted me.

She leaned forward, letting the covers fall, and in the light of the bedside table, she leaned in and took her first taste of an eight-year-old pussy. Seconds later, she was devouring me like a starving woman. After a few minutes, she began to play with herself as well. Then she moved around and hunched her body so that I could lick her as well. I gladly accepted the invitation.

After a few minutes more, as we were nearing our orgasms, the door opened quietly. I didn’t know who was there but I suspected it was Mommy and Bob. Tina and I reached our orgasms almost simultaneously. To this day, it remains one of the best in my memory. We looked toward the open door. The entire crew was there. They were all craning their necks to see us through the open door of the home they were using as a set.

“Okay, I get it!” shouted Tina. “Just shut the fucking door, okay?!”

When the laughter had died and the door closed, Tina looked at me from the head of the bed. Pillows were stacked to form a cushion for her to lean on.

“Come here, baby,” she said. “Let’s snuggle.”

I moved to her and snuggled into her arms, resting my head near her left breast. “I’m sorry I was so mean,” she said.

“It’s okay. Are we special friends now?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” she chuckled. “We are definitely special friends.”

I began to suckle her breast like a newborn baby. Her nipple stiffened in my mouth and I continued to suck. When I woke up two hours later, she was still there and asleep.

It had been a great joke, but it was a better ending. I kissed her, waking her. She smiled.

“Ready to go again?” I asked. Her eyes grew big and her smile did the same.

We ended up spending the entire night together. It was not the last time we would do that. She would invite me to her home on many occasions, and I more or less replaced Bob as her favorite sex partner.

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