Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

Lisa actually moved in with us the following week, deciding to move out of her old place over a series of days off so she could go ahead and be with the girls and me every night while taking her time moving her things here or putting some things in storage in the attic of her parents’ house in a nearby town.

The weekend was coming, and Emily approached me with a question while I was making supper. Could her friend Sara spend the night that Saturday? She was smiling that “cat that ate the canary” grin of hers. She had told Sara all about our new family, and everything that entailed.

“Did you speak to her about it yet? Does she want to spend the night?” I asked, wanting to be sure Sara was aware of what we would be doing if she came over for a sleepover.

Emily rolled her eyes at my need for assurance. “She was playing with herself just thinking about it, Mom.”

I couldn’t let the little one have to depend on self-gratification for the foreseeable future, now could I? “Okay, Sweetie. Should I call her mom and make the arrangements?”

“That would be great!” Not for the first time since our new relationship had begun, she hugged me tightly and added, “You’re the greatest mommy ever!”

I hugged her back and leaned down to kiss her. What used to be a small peck in such circumstances had now turned into, well, something a bit more. She snaked her tongue into my mouth and we kissed like that for a few seconds before breaking the kiss. I had told her that it was okay to do that when we were alone or with Nikki or Lisa, but that we couldn’t stop to make love every time we kissed since life makes its demands.

Emily scampered off to tell Nikki that Sara would be able to spend the night, while I marveled at the change in our relationship. Just a few days ago, I would have been unwittingly setting up a small orgy of three little girls, aged eight and nine. Now, I was fully aware of what sexual games Sara and my daughters had engaged in. They had always waited until bedtime to start their fun and games, but now it would all be out in the open. Sara, bless her heart, seemed to be looking forward to that quite a bit. I knew Emily was equally in favor of this little extension of their usually private orgy, the extension being the inclusion of Lisa and me, and based on the squeal of delight coming from their bedroom, Nikki was excited about it too. She came running into the kitchen.

“Is it true? Is Sara spending the night Saturday?!”

“Well, it will be up to her mother, but it’s okay with me. I’ll call after I finish this and wash my hands.” I was making homemade pizza, one of the girls’ favorites, of course.

Finishing my preparation and putting the pizza in the oven, I washed my hands and reached for the phone to call Sara’s mother, Hannah, about having Sara for a sleepover with my girls. Of course, my conversation with Hannah would not include our plans for the evening. Sara was of the opinion her mother would “kill her” even if she knew she masturbated, after all, even though I strongly disagreed with the child’s conclusion, believing instead that her mother might be upset but only mildly so, if at all. Hannah knows I am a lesbian and has no problems with Sara’s coming over, even for sleepovers, so I view her as being open-minded.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Hannah?”

“Yes?”

“This is Cheryl, Emily’s mom.”

“Oh, hi! Is this about the sleepover?”

“I guess Sara already spoke to you about it.”

“Yes. She said you’d be calling me. I guess those two have it all planned out.”

She didn’t know the half of it, and I was relieved about that. “Yes, the masterminds of nine-year-old girls’ fun and games,” I said, smiling to myself at my double entendre, which I was sure Hannah would not get.

“Well, Cheryl, it’s fine with me, but…well…I…um–”

Uh-oh. Something was wrong, or at least there was something she was uncomfortable bringing up that would need some prodding. “What is it?”

“Well,” she said hesitantly, “you have two girls Sara’s age, and I was wondering if I could ask you a personal…well…a very personal…question?”

“Go ahead,” I said. “As long as I don’t have to answer it if I don’t want to.”

“That’s fair. Well, what I want to ask is…uh…”

“Just spit it out,” I said, chuckling a bit at her hesitance.

“Is nine too young to, well, be touching yourself?”

Aha. Sara had been caught, probably without her knowledge.

“I assume you mean masturbating?” I asked, more to give myself time to work this into my brain than anything else.

“Yes,” she answered.

“I suppose you caught Sara masturbating, am I right?”

“Yes. I’m sorry to ask you, but, well, you are,” she breathed a big sigh, “well, liberal in your sexuality and all and, well, I figured maybe you’d know about things like this since you have two girls about Sara’s age and, well,” another big sigh, “I know it must be an insult to you, but, um, the fact you’re a lesbian sort of tells me you know more about such things than I do.”

“Well–” I began, but she cut me off suddenly.

“I’m sorry. I apologize. This was stupid of me and I’m embarrassed about it. After all, I”m a woman too, and I suppose I should know these things. I’m sorry. Just forget I asked, okay?”

I felt bad she was so flustered over this, and knew I needed to address her question so it wouldn’t be hanging out there every time we saw each other in public, or she would start avoiding me.

“No, it’s fine you asked. I’m just surprised is all. I don’t mind discussing this with you, really I don’t. Please don’t feel embarrassed. Yes, it is rather awkward that you thought I would know more about it because I’m a lesbian, but on the other hand I can understand why you might think that.”

“I was just so shocked to see her doing that.”

“I understand, but can I ask you a very personal question as well?”

A pause. “Sure,” as if she weren’t quite sure after all.

“First, I must tell you this is not some kind of kinky lesbian come-on.”

“Okay,” she laughed, a nervous laugh, but still it was laughter to ease the tension.

“You masturbate, don’t you?” I asked the question as if there could be only one answer, yes. Ask a woman this question while allowing a no answer, as in ‘do you masturbate’ and you’re likely to get no for the answer, even though it probably isn’t the truth.

Another pause.

“Well, um, yes.” I could almost hear her blushing. I smiled, imagining her playing with herself. I am in love with Lisa, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fantasize about other women. I’m sure Lisa does as well. I know we both fantasize about young girls. And besides, Hannah was a very attractive woman.

“How old were you when you started?”

She thought for a moment. “Twelve, maybe eleven. Certainly not as young as nine.”

“Well, I’m sure you had friends who started masturbating that young. There is no set timetable for discovering that certain touches feel good, and taken far enough, those touches will result in an orgasm.”

“Really?” she asked. She wanted this reassurance that her daughter wasn’t a freak of nature or something. She wanted to hear it was normal, which it was.

“Some girls start younger than that. Doctors have seen ultrasounds of both boys and girls in the womb masturbating and appearing to have orgasms.”

“You’re kidding?” she was amazed and getting a lesson on budding sexuality as well.

“Not at all. It’s on the Net. Just look it up if you want. Masturbation in very young children to orgasm is a medical fact.”

“I didn’t know that. You mean some girls will start masturbating to orgasm as very young children?”

“Even as babies, apparently. I’ve never witnessed a baby masturbating to an orgasm, but I have read about it and heard about it.”

“Wow. I never knew that. Thank you for answering me. I don’t feel so bad now.”

“May I ask you some more questions about this? I’m a bit curious about the circumstances in which you discovered this.”

“Okay. Well, I walked in on Sara when she was in the shower. She was using the shower head, but, well, not for its intended use. She didn’t notice me, so I just backed out of the bathroom because I didn’t know what to say.”

I laughed. “How do you know that wasn’t its intended use?”

She laughed at my response, a more comfortable laugh, and that made me relax some as well. “Okay, I know. I admit to using it for that as well,” she said. “And I suppose the people who came up with the idea of a detachable shower head with variable speeds of water jets weren’t exactly idiots.” She laughed some more, joining me.

“Oh, dear,” she said suddenly, stopping her laughter. “You don’t suppose she caught me in the shower the same way I caught her and that’s what started it, do you?”

“I wouldn’t worry about it if she did. Frankly, I think mothers should readily admit to their daughters that they masturbate. It takes away the worry and guilt of doing it.”

“Yeah, I suppose so, but that would be an embarrassing conversation, I’m sure, for both of us. I know I always thought my parents would kill me if they knew.”

Hmm…that sounded familiar. “It’s easier than you think. And wouldn’t you want to ease Sara’s mind? She might think the same thing you did, that you might kill her if you knew.” Of course, I was certain that’s what Sara thought, and I was doing my best to get her mom to end those thoughts and put Sara at ease about her sexual explorations.

“Yes, I suppose so. You said, ‘it’s easier than you think.’ You mean you’ve had this conversation with your daughters?”

“A while back.”

“Good for you,” Hannah said, and I was heartened.

“So, it’s okay if Sara spends the night Saturday?”

“Sure. You’ve been very nice to talk to me about this. You don’t sound embarrassed at all.”

“That’s because I’m not. I want masturbation to be accepted as perfectly normal and healthy to the point that nobody is ever embarrassed again to admit to doing it.”

“Can I ask you one more thing,” she said.

“Personal?”

“Very.”

“Sure.”

“How old were you when you began masturbating?”

“Four.”

“Wow! You remember that?”

“Well, I know it because my parents bought me a rocking horse for Christmas that year. It was while riding it I discovered those good feelings, so I suppose you could say I was masturbating that young. I didn’t figure out my fingers and other objects could do the trick as well until maybe a year later, but I was either four or five when I had my first orgasm. I’m not sure which because I was enjoying the feeling for a while before my first orgasm happened.”

“Do you remember your first one?”

“Don’t you?” I asked.

“Well, yes, but I was eleven or twelve. You were four or five.”

“Still, I remember it because it was unusual. It hadn’t happened before. I did know I liked it though. Let me take that back. I loved it.”

“Did you ask your mom about it?”

“Let’s just say I knew better than to approach her about anything like that, even at that young age.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, and I could tell she genuinely was.

“It’s okay. I’m over it now.”

She laughed. “Do you think Sara’s discovery of masturbation at a young age will make her a lesbian?”

She didn’t sound anxious or upset, which was good. She was obviously curious as to whether that had anything to do with my being a lesbian. Not being one herself, she was totally clueless about it, I suppose.

“No. And to me, if she’s just now discovered it, she’s an old maid already.”

Hannah laughed again, and I began to feel I’d made a new friend.

“Do you know if your girls masturbate?” she asked, apparently wanting to use this conversation to get all the details she could without having to start it up again later, which could be awkward, I guess.

“Yes, and they do. They know I am fine with it, as long as they don’t do it in public.”

“Have you ever wondered if they…well…do it together?”

“Well, they share a room, so I suppose they probably have.”

“Doesn’t that bother you? Don’t you think they might fool around with each other? That would be incest.”

“It’s just experimentation, really. Sibling incest is a lot more common than people think, mostly because they have these Puritan ideas about sex and refuse to think it’s going on, or if it is, it’s in someone else’s family. Parent-child incest happens a lot too, of course, even mother-child. I suppose that could end up much worse if not handled well.”

“What do you mean, ‘handled well’?”

“Usually, an adult is more interested in getting pleasure from a child, and will force the child into doing things he or she doesn’t want to do. It’s more like rape. In fact, it’s almost identical to rape because it’s the control that is what the typical pedophile is after and the sex itself becomes secondary to that feeling of control. I suppose if handled well, without any attempts to coerce or force the child, and if the child is interested in a sexual relationship of some kind with the parent or other adult, it can be a nice growth experience for the child. A chance to learn about sex first-hand from someone interested in teaching the child, rather than being forced against his or her will to satisfy the adult.”

“I see,” she said. I could tell I’d given her something to think about. I found it more interesting that she was not upset by my words, but thoughtful. “How do you know all this stuff?”

“I’m a teacher with a double major in education and psychology. I took a number of courses in child psychology and have taken quite a few Master’s level classes as well. I hope to one day have my M.S. in child psychology, specializing in childhood sexuality.”

“Wow. Then I did come to the right place with my questions,” she laughed some more, continuing to ease the tension. Then she continued with her questions.

“Do you think Sara might be doing something with your daughters? To be honest, I’ve thought about the possibility since catching Sara in the shower.”

“She could be. I don’t know,” I lied, knowing I couldn’t tell her the truth even if I wanted to. “If she is, so what? As I said, it’s just experimentation, and it would break their hearts to tell them they couldn’t see each other anymore, and that would be the only way to stop them if they are fooling around together, and even then, they would just find someone else. Of course, we could also make sure they are never alone together for a minute, but that would be about the same as not allowing them to see each other since they would feel like lab rats or something, always under the watchful eye of an adult. No fun for them, and certainly not for the adult who must be on constant supervision duty.”

“I suppose you’re right. Do you check on them when they stay at your place?”

“Not much, really.” I didn’t want her to get too many ideas. Rather, I wanted her to make sure they were given some privacy. “It won’t hurt anything if they are fooling around, so why embarrass them like that?”

“I guess you’re right,” she said. “I hadn’t thought of it that way. Did you have a brother or sister?”

“No. You?”

“A brother. Two years older.”

“Did you two ever fool around any?”

Silence. Then, “A little. He showed me about masturbation. We’d watch each other.”

“And are you an awful adult because of that interaction with him?” I asked, certain of the answer.

“No. I might actually be happier. I would have probably discovered orgasms on my own eventually if he hadn’t taught me about them, but I might also have missed out on years of them in the meantime.”

“See?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you so much for your time and answering these stupid questions of mine. You’ve made me feel so much better. If I have more one day, may I call you up?”

“Please do,” I answered.

We finalized the times for when Sara would come over Saturday before ending the call. Lisa walked in the door just as we hung up.

“Wow,” I said. “That was some conversation.”

“Who was it?”

“Sara’s mother, Hannah.” I told Lisa about the conversation.

“Well, I guess it’s good Sara’s not dead,” she joked.

“It’s funny,” I said. “I got the feeling she was…enjoying our conversation.”

“Maybe she was. She wouldn’t be the first, would she?” said Lisa, and I called the girls to set the table. The pizza was almost done.

—————–

As Hannah hung up from talking to Cheryl, Emily and Nikki’s mother, she had to sit down and catch her breath. There was so much she hadn’t told Cheryl, and the talk about sex between a parent and child had nearly made her hang up in Cheryl’s ear. It wasn’t because she was disgusted with the topic. It was more because she felt Cheryl was reading her mind or something.

That was one thing she’d been unable to tell her, that she had done a bit more than catch Sara masturbating in the shower. She had made it sound as if she had backed out, closed the door tightly, and left. That hadn’t been the case. The truth was something she could barely admit to herself, much less to a woman who was barely more than an acquaintance.

After closing the door, she had opened it again, but only a small crack, just enough to watch her daughter as she masturbated. Sara’s face had been turned away from the door, of course, so mostly all Hannah could see was that the shower head was obviously spraying her vaginal area while her other hand was busy manipulating that area as well. Sara’s butt cheeks had clenched, relaxed, clinched, in time with what were obviously spasms of sexual joy that were coursing through her petite body.

At first, Hannah had told herself she was just curious about what Sara was doing, but when she noticed the increasing moisture in her own pussy, she was shocked to realize this was turning her on, and more than just a little. She stared, ready to ease the door closed if Sara turned toward the door, but she felt there was little chance of that. She was too caught up with the approaching orgasm.

Hannah watched as Sara’s little nine-year-old body began to spasm, and Sara’s breathing started bursting into gasps of delight as her body wound its way through the orgasm. As soon as Sara was finished, Hannah eased the door closed and went to her own bathroom, which was attached to the bedroom she shared with her husband, Mike. Mike was still at work, and to be honest, he could have been standing in the bedroom, naked and erect, and she would have still made a beeline for the bathroom. This desire somehow was immune to sex with her husband or any man. This had to be done solo since it could never be done with the one she truly wanted.

And as she pulled down her shorts and panties, which were completely soaked with her juices, she admitted the unthinkable. She was feeling real lust for her daughter Sara. It took less than a minute to reach an incredible orgasm. She was so wet she wondered if anyone coming into her room would be able to hear the wet sounds of her fingers slicing through her labia, rubbing her clit frantically to ease the desire she felt for her little girl.

She thought those visions would disperse when she’d come, but they didn’t. She’d had an erotic dream that night, even after coming in the bathroom immediately after seeing Sara masturbating as well as fucking her husband to another orgasm as if to prove the incident with Sara meant nothing. Sara had been the star of her erotic dream, of course. The dream was as vivid as reality. Sara was once again showering, using the shower head on her tiny clit. This time, though, she’d turned and smiled at the cracked-open door, which for some reason she’d been unable to close. “Come in Mommy. You want to lick me?” her baby had said, and suddenly Hannah was naked in the dream and licking her small daughter. She had played with her pussy in the dream shower while licking her daughter, but Sara had said, “Don’t come, Mommy. I wanna do that for you.”

Hannah had awoken from the dream at that moment, her pussy still throbbing from the orgasm she’d had in her sleep. She was lying on her back, and she could feel the fluids seeping out of her vagina and down across her butt hole. She had felt slippery all over, as if her pussy had soaked her entire body with its creamy lava.

She also hadn’t mentioned to Cheryl that her brother had done more than just teach her about masturbation. He had taken her virginity, and she’d fallen in love with sex. She had never had sex with another girl or woman, though, and the sudden desire for her nine-year-old daughter had scared the shit out of her. It was growing scarier, though, because these thoughts were nearly constant. She had begun to fantasize about catching Sara and Emily in bed together. Her fantasy had grown to include Nikki as well, and in her fantasy, she’d done everything to them and with them.

Now, she’d discussed her daughter’s budding sexuality with another woman. It was true that she had wondered about Sara’s age and the discovery she’d made about herself. She had not expected Cheryl to discuss sex between an adult and child, however. And the odd thing was that she’d seemed in favor of it, if handled properly.

Hannah began to think about what Cheryl had said about what “properly” meant, and she also began to wonder if she would be able to do that. It couldn’t be for her own satisfaction, however, even though she would certainly get a great deal of satisfaction from what they would do — if Sara was in favor of it.

She supposed the best way to begin would be to talk to Sara about masturbation and see if she could lead the conversation into what, if anything, she had done with Emily and possibly Nikki. She was nearly certain the two sisters had become involved in some way, if only to masturbate together. They were very close and, according to Sara, had shared a bedroom their entire lives. If they’d not discovered masturbation, she would not be thinking what she was thinking, but since they had, as she’d been told by their own mother, she was fairly certain they were sexually involved in some way.

————-

Saturday finally arrived, and Emily and Nikki were anxiously awaiting Sara’s arrival. I could see they were looking forward to tonight with a special sense of anticipation. Every few minutes one of them would complain about the slow passage of time.

Finally, the doorbell sounded, and you’d have thought Santa had arrived, along with the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.

“She’s here!” Emily shouted and ran to open the door, with Nikki right behind her.

“Girls, slow down. You’d think you hadn’t seen each other in years,” I said, getting to the door about the same time Emily was opening it.

Squeals erupted as Sara ran in, slinging her backpack to the floor before entering a group hug with Emily and Nikki. The girls were hopping up and down and chattering as Hannah entered. She was smiling, but she was rather pale.

“Bye, Mommy!” Sara chirped and the girls took their rampage into Emily and Nikki’s room.

“Are you okay? Do you want something to drink?” Lisa asked her, looking a bit worried about Hannah’s complexion.

“No, I’m fine…on second thought, yes. Could I have a diet soda?”

“Sure, have a seat,” I said, and went to get her the drink, which I poured over a tall glass of ice.

When I returned, Hannah was sitting on the sofa beside Lisa, and they were chatting quietly. I handed her the glass and sat in a chair that faced where they were sitting. The girls were still in my daughters’ room of course, where the door was now closed tightly against any adult intruders. I wasn’t sure what they might do with Hannah still here, but they might have thought Hannah had left already when they’d left the living room to go “play.” Still, I would make sure Hannah didn’t go into the room while the door was closed. Based on our recent phone conversation, I felt I could do that, even if Hannah suspected what I thought was almost certainly going on in there since I was mostly convinced the girls thought Lisa and I were the only adults left in the house. And they certainly would have felt safe if that were true.

“Are you okay?” I repeated Lisa’s question from earlier. She was still rather pale.

“I’m fine. I guess. I’m really not sure.”

“What happened?”

“It’s not exactly what happened that has me feeling light-headed. It’s that I–”

“What?” asked Lisa. She was looking very concerned.

“I have something to discuss with both of you that I feel could be upsetting.”

Lisa started to speak, and I signaled to her to wait for a moment and allow Hannah to speak when she was ready.

Hannah looked at me then at Lisa. “I know.”

“Know what?” asked Lisa, who was starting to grow pale herself, as I supposed I was. I could feel the blood starting to drain from my face as the worst possibility swept everything else from my mind.

“About the girls.”

“What about them?” I asked, hoping it was only the girls she knew about and not the girls AND Lisa and me.

“I know they are having sex with each other.”

“I explained about that,” I began.

“And I know you are also both having sex with Emily and Nikki.”

“Wha– Who? I mean…who told you this?” Lisa stammered, looking as though she might faint any second.

“Sara. And she told me what tonight is supposed to be.”

I stared blankly at Hannah, choosing to force the issue rather than avoid it. Perhaps I could explain with the same logic — good logic — I had used the other night when setting up this sleepover.

“And what is tonight supposed to be?” I asked, wondering why she’d brought Sara over with her backpack of clothes if she knew the truth, that tonight was a planned orgy among the five of us, a first time for the three of us — Sara, Lisa, and me — to make love together.

“An orgy. An orgy involving my daughter and your two girls…and the two of you.” She was breathing heavily. I wondered if it was the nervousness of confronting us about this, anger that we would involve her daughter in an orgy, or something else.

“That’s not true,” said Lisa, trying to deny it, but the truth was in her face.

“It’s okay, Lisa,” I said, looking directly at Hannah.

There was something in her eyes. Something odd, out of place. A look that I felt was incongruous with what was happening. Or at least what I thought was happening. Her eyes looked like Lisa’s before she came. I relaxed with the knowledge I now had. Hannah’s eyes were glassy, almost half-lidded. She was horny. I didn’t know if she would admit it, but I could see it in her eyes, even her mannerisms. She was squirming on the couch, her beautiful thighs rubbing together. Her breathing was the ragged breathing of lust and desire.

And I could tell she knew I knew.

“What did Sara say?” I asked, first because I wanted to know, and second because I knew it would increase Hannah’s desire to tell it — relive the telling — once more.

“I took your advice and told her I caught her masturbating in the shower and it was okay because I did it too. She was scared at first, even crying, when I told her she’d been caught. When I told her I masturbate too, her expression changed. She was so… curious… about what I did. I told her I would share with her what I did when I masturbated if she shared some things with me. She agreed.

“I asked her if she knew Emily and Nikki masturbated, and she said she did. Then I asked her if she and your daughters had ever done anything sexual together, and she admitted it. I asked her what, and she told me. I suppose it’s no surprise to you that they’ve done everything, including oral sex and even playing with each other’s butt holes.

“Then I asked if you knew about it,” Hannah continued. “She was reluctant at first, which I understood. She knew if she said you did that you might get into trouble. You’ll be glad to know it took me quite a while to get her to tell me about it, but finally she agreed to tell me.”

“What did you do to get her to do that?” I asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.

“I told her she could watch me masturbate if she told me.”

“Did you let her?”

“Of course.” Hannah looked at the floor. “It was what I wanted from the start of our conversation.”

I glanced at Lisa. It was apparent that she was getting the meaning of this as well. We weren’t going to jail at all. This was about being included. Included in the orgy.

“Go on,” I urged.

Hannah resumed her monologue to and for us. “She said you both knew about what they did and that you not only were okay with it, but you also were going to join in, and that you already had made love with Emily and Nikki.”

“I see,” I said.

“You had done that before the phone call,” Hannah said. “That’s why you brought up sex between parents and children and how it could be good. It’s good for you and your girls, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Hannah began to cry softly. “I want that, too. God help me, I want it so bad. I let Hannah watch me masturbate. Then she let me watch her, but that’s all. I don’t know how to go any further without seeming like some perv who’s after her. I don’t want this to be traumatizing for her. I want it to be beautiful. As beautiful as it is with both of you and Emily and Nikki.”

“Have you ever had sex with another girl?” Lisa asked, but I already knew the answer to that based on our conversation the other night.’

Hannah shook her head. “But I want to. I want to so much my insides are screaming for it. Would the two of you accept me into this… thing you have going?”

I looked at Lisa, who was smiling for the first time since Hannah had entered the room as pale as the moon on a cloudy night.

“Of course we will,” I said, and took her hand to help her rise from the couch.

“I told Sara they could play when we got here if they wanted to,” she said. “I don’t want her feeling guilty about sex, so I told her they could.”

“Do you want to make love with my girls too?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, please. They are darlings!” She smiled for the first time, and her color was rising in her cheeks. She was getting flushed, and I knew part of that was because she was more relaxed after our talk, but the other reason for being flushed was that she was extremely horny.

“Let’s take off our clothes. I’m sure the girls are undressed already as well,” I said, starting to lift the blouse Hannah was wearing. I couldn’t wait to see her naked, and a look at Lisa confirmed she felt the same way.

“Did you tell Sara she could tell Emily and Nikki about your conversation?”

“No, in fact I swore her to secrecy, telling her I could get into trouble if she did because then someone might find out that we’d masturbated in front of each other.”

“Well, then, they are all about to get quite a surprise,” I said, and Lisa and I finished undressing Hannah who then watched each of us get naked.

Hannah’s nipples were small pale roses that capped C-cup breasts that were on the small side, as if she had only recently been able to fill a C-cup enough to wear a bra that size. Her slender frame narrowed to a small waist before flaring symmetrically to house her bare pussy and well-shaped butt. Cupping her shapely cheeks, I pulled her to me and kissed her before offering her to Lisa to do the same. We would be a threesome of adult women who loved to have sex with their young daughters.

Opening the door to my daughters’ bedroom, I said, “SURPRISE!” and the three girls on Emily’s bed jumped up at being startled. They had been in a daisy chain, each with their mouths on another’s pussy. They were now lying naked on the bed, their faces smeared with pussy fluids.

“Mom, you scared us!” said Nikki before looking at us.

“Mom!” Sara shouted. She was grinning at her naked mother. “You’re gonna join us?!”

Hannah nodded, and the three girls, two of them slack-jawed with surprise, jumped down and ran to hug the three most important women in their lives.

“Honey, are you sure you want this?” asked Hannah, making sure it was fine with Sara if she joined the orgy.

“Of course!” Sara said, her grin trying its best to reach her ears.

“Do you…do you want to make love with me?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve wanted to do that since forever!” Sara answered and kissed Hannah. The mother-daughter kiss quickly turned to one of passion, and soon we were watching them as they lay on Emily’s bed, their hands exploring.

Soon, Sara was making love to her mother’s breasts. Hannah looked at her audience and blushed but did not stop her little girl from what she was doing, and doing well from the looks of it.

Before long, the mother and daughter were in a passionate sixty-nine, Hannah having to hunch her back a bit to reach Sara’s pussy. Within a few minutes, they were coming. Their moans, grunts, and screams echoed off the walls of the small bedroom.

Afterwards, they lay in each other’s arms, satisfied in a way the rest of the world would never understand.

“Thank you,” Hannah said to me. “You’ve changed my…our lives.” She looked at her gorgeous daughter. “Do you think this change is for the better?” she asked Sara.

“Yes! Yes! YES!” was the answer.

“You are both very welcome. And now, if you’ve recovered enough, let’s get this orgy started. I say we start off with group kisses, hugs, and touches, followed by grouping ourselves with one another, with Lisa and me having fun with Sara for the first time, and Hannah having another first time, this time with Emily and Nikki. Is that okay with you two?” I asked, looking at my daughters to make sure they were okay with making love with Hannah.

“Of course!” shouted Emily as Nikki hopped up and down in her excitement, a mile-wide grin stretching across her face.

“Then it’s settled,” said Lisa. “Let’s move this to our room, where we can have enough space.”

As everyone settled onto the bed, I was watching them and marveling at how much love can truly exist between a mother and her daughters. We had made this lifestyle work for only a week or so, but I could tell it would do nothing but get better as time moved on. They would always know I love them beyond measure, and I would know the same love came from them. They loved Lisa like that too, and I knew she adored them.

And now, Hannah and Sara would share that same bond, a special bond that can only exist when both mother and daughter accepted this new love and allowed it to blossom and grow.

“Our lives seem immeasurably wonderful,” I told myself silently as I climbed upon the bed to make love to all of them. And they would make love to me.