Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Sage turned over onto her back on the sofa. As she did, I made sure to look between her legs. The wet spot on her panties was still there, if anything even bigger than before.

“Now Loretta, you lie on top of her,” said Dana, holding the camera.

“I, I don’t…”

“Please, Loretta,” Dana implored, “you have to help me with this. It’s for my fashion studies, you know that. And it’ll be a great shot, so come on, just do it.”

Shaking her head as if she objected, the older woman nevertheless went along. She was on her knees on the sofa, looking down at her teenage daughter. Both were wearing only panties and bras. As we watched, she slowly lowered herself on top of Sage.

“There you go, that’s perfect,” Dana told them as she started shooting more pictures.

I think we all knew by this point that what Dana was doing was not actually necessary for her studies. I mean, I certainly doubted that she would be showing any of these photos in her classes at the fashion institute! But it offered a good excuse for us to see the mom and daughter posing this way, and I was really glad Dana had the idea. It was totally turning me on.

“Look at me, both of you, that’s right.” More shots were taken. They appeared on the big screen TV in our cabin, transmitted through a cable attached to Dana’s camera.

“Put your cheeks together. Good. Smile!” Dana directed. “Very nice. Now lick your lips. Mmm, that’s hot.”

She was right, it was hot, very hot. By this time I was naked, and openly masturbating. My mom and my sister Kate were masturbating too, although they both were still partially clothed. Sage and Loretta certainly could see what the three of us were doing, and they couldn’t possibly have missed my nudity, but neither of them said anything about it.

“All right, now I want to see you kiss each other,” Dana said.

Yes! I wanted to see that too!

Sage appeared ready to take this step, but Loretta hesitated. “Kiss?”

“Sure, why not?” said Dana. “You guys kiss, right? There’s nothing wrong with that. Just a little smooch, that’s all I want, just a little kiss on the lips.”

Loretta took a deep breath, then nodded. “All right.”

As their lips came together, I watched the images appear on the screen. It was awesome. They weren’t using their tongues or anything like that, but it was incredibly sexy to see a pretty mom kissing her daughter that way. My fingers moved faster between my legs.

“Good, that’s really, really good,” Dana praised. “You guys are great together.”

They continued kissing. Both had their eyes closed now. It looked like they were starting to get into it. I could hear Sage moaning. They were breathing harder. But soon Loretta pulled away. She licked her lips. I saw her give a wink to Sage, and then she turned to Dana.

“Okay, so what’s next?” the woman asked.

“Well,” Dana replied, “the next thing is… Sage, take off your mother’s bra.”

The teenager’s eyes went wide. But she grinned and nodded, “Okay.”

Sage reached behind her mom’s back, found the closure, and unhooked the bra. Loretta raised up a bit, allowing her daughter to draw the brassiere off her shoulders and down her arms. Sage dropped it to the floor. Loretta lowered herself once more on top of the girl.

“No,” said Dana. “Push yourself up again, higher. I want to get a shot of Sage, uh, looking at your boobs.”

“Looking at them?”

“Uh-huh,” Dana nodded.

“All right, you’re the boss,” Loretta said. She raised up, arching her back, thrusting out her chest. Her tits were large, probably a D-cup, with very wide areola like her daughter’s. A sharp tan line emphasized the whiteness of her beautiful breasts.

Sage stared at her mother’s chest. She licked her lips.

Dana shot a few photos. Then she said, “Put your hands on them.”

The teenager blinked. “What?”

“Go ahead, put your hands on her boobs.”

“It’s all right, honey,” Loretta said. “I don’t mind.”

“Well, okay.”

Sage swallowed, then raised her hands and gently placed them over Loretta’s breasts. Dana took some more shots.

“Play with her nipples,” Dana instructed.

“I…”

Sensing the girl’s uneasiness, Dana lowered the camera and smiled, adding softly, “Come on, Sage, you know you want to. And your mom wants it too.”

We were clearly crossing a line now. Any pretense of this being part of an exercise for Dana’s fashion studies had vanished. This was sex. Lesbian incest. And we were watching it happen!

Neither Sage nor Loretta said anything. There was a moment’s hesitation, and then the girl began to finger her mother’s nipples, fondling them, lightly squeezing. After a few seconds, she became more bold, pinching, pulling, twisting. Loretta groaned in pleasure.

“Kiss them,” Dana said.

“What?”

“Kiss them.”

And so she did. Loretta lowered her breasts to her daughter’s mouth, offering them. Sage kissed the erect nipples. Dana shot several photos. I glanced up at the TV screen. The images appearing there were intensely erotic.

“Suck them.”

Jesus! Would she actually do that? Yes, she would!

Sage closed her eyes and took a large nipple into her mouth, sucking eagerly. Loretta groaned again, louder than before. I noticed then that she was gently humping her crotch against her daughter’s hip. I wasn’t sure when she’d started doing that, but it was incredibly hot to see.

The teen switched to the other breast, fingers playing with the wet nipple she’d left behind. Sage had licked and sucked my tits the night before, and Katie’s too, so I knew how much she liked doing it. Obviously, though, she had never sucked her own mom’s nipples before, or at least not since she was an infant.

“That’s right, baby, that’s right,” Loretta cooed, petting her daughter’s hair. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing I was.

Dana moved in very close, getting some nice tight shots of Sage’s lips and tongue on her mother’s stiff, wet nipples. This went on for a while. Sage showed no interest at all in stopping, and Loretta was plainly enjoying the sensations, humping a little harder and faster.

Finally Dana said, “Okay, now, the next thing. Uh, Loretta, take off Sage’s bra.”

Loretta took a deep breath, pushing back some damp strands of hair from her face. The woman smiled at Dana, glanced over at me, saw me masturbating, and winked, then looked down at Sage. She kissed her lips.

“I love you, honey,” she whispered.

“I love you, too, Mom.”

Loretta put her hands under Sage, seeking the bra closure. It was sort of awkward but had the effect of bringing them even closer. Their bodies were pressed together, and in fact mother and daughter kissed several more times as Loretta fumbled for the hook. At last she got it open. She pushed up a bit, and Sage shrugged the bra from her shoulders. Giggling, Loretta pulled it away and dropped it to the floor.

“All right, now, kids?” Dana nodded at Molly and Chelsea. “You have a job to do.”

The little girls hopped to their feet, happy to join the fun.

“I want you guys to take off Miss Loretta’s undies, okay?”

I was stunned by Dana’s audacity — stunned and impressed. She kept asking for more and more and somehow got away with it all!

The kids didn’t hesitate for a moment. They moved behind Loretta and began tugging on her white and yellow panties. Soon they were sliding them down her lovely legs and off. The girls seemed to have a good time doing it, too. It was amazing to see my sister Molly hungrily admiring the woman’s ass, licking her lips as she squeezed and caressed a firm round cheek. No doubt about that little girl’s sexual preference!

“Very good,” Dana smiled. “And now, this might be harder, but I want you to take off Sage’s undies too. Do you think you can do that?”

Both kids nodded. They were certainly willing to try!

“And while they’re doing that, Sage and Loretta, you have to keep kissing, okay?” Dana instructed.

“Wow…” Loretta shook her head once more.

It was clear this night was going in a direction she had never expected. But again, as before, the woman didn’t object or resist. She simply said, “All right,” and brought her lips to her daughter’s.

As Sage and Loretta resumed kissing, the two little girls began working their hands and arms in between them, struggling to get a grip on Sage’s hipster panties and pull them down. That wasn’t easy, of course, and it made for a somewhat amusing but also highly arousing series of images: children groping between the legs of a grown woman and a teenage girl. I loved it.

Eventually they managed to get the panties off. I noticed Molly looking closely at the wet spot, and sniffing it. She knew what that meant, even if Chelsea didn’t yet.

Dana moved around behind Loretta. “Open your legs wider, both of you,” she said, as she leaned in to get some closeup shots of their pussies.

I heard a sudden wet slapping sound, a gasp, a groan. I glanced at my mother. She was climaxing, fucking herself hard. A few seconds later, Kate began to squeal. I saw that she was coming too.

Although I was certainly very turned on, I wasn’t really close to an orgasm yet. Maybe I’d just been too intent on observing everything. Anyway, it didn’t matter. I would have plenty of opportunities for climaxes later on in the evening, I was sure of that. I turned my attention back to what was happening on the sofa.

“Uh, I want you to… to get in closer, Loretta,” said Dana.

She was pushing on the woman’s hip, shifting her, positioning her. As I watched, Dana bent down low, leaning in, her face right between the legs of both Loretta and Sage. But she wasn’t licking them or anything. She was setting something up.

“That’s right,” she said, “and now still even closer. Press in. Okay, good, right there.”

The camera was around Dana’s neck, hanging on a strap. She’d let it go as she was moving Loretta into position, but now she picked it up again. She fiddled with the controls.

The image on the TV blinked off. The screen went blank for a moment, and then something new appeared. It was video, live action. We were seeing a magnified closeup of two pussies, both noticeably wet, gleaming with moisture. They were pressed tightly together, clit to clit.

Very slowly, Dana backed away. I watched the big screen. Dana gradually eased around until she had a full view of their beautiful naked bodies. After a few seconds, she zoomed in on their faces. Both were looking at her.

“You know what I want next, don’t you?” Dana said. Without waiting for an answer, she told them, “Start kissing, and Loretta, start moving on her, okay? Grinding into her.”

Loretta shivered visibly. Her cheeks were red, forehead beaded with sweat. She was breathing fast. It was easy to see how excited she was.

She turned to Sage, and kissed her gently on the lips. Then she said, “Let’s do this for her, all right? For Dana. It will help with her fashion studies.”

Sage giggled. “Okay.”

They started kissing again, clearly using their tongues this time, and as they kissed, Loretta began to move on top of Sage. It was only a small amount at the onset, a tiny bit of sliding back and forth, rocking her pelvis up and down. I was surprised, though, to see how quickly Loretta accelerated the pace. Within a minute or even less, she was really humping, grinding, thrusting her cunt against her daughter’s as she shoved her tongue into the girl’s mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I heard my mom saying.

She was masturbating again — or maybe still — as she stared at the video image. Her panties were pushed down, dangling around one ankle. Two fingers were pressed deep inside her vagina. It looked to me like she was reaching for her g-spot. With the other hand she rubbed her clit. God, she was so sexy. I almost couldn’t tear my eyes away from her — except I also didn’t want to miss the sight of a mom fucking her daughter!

Faster and faster, Loretta moved on top of Sage. They were kissing only occasionally now, mostly panting and gasping as they gazed into one another’s eyes. Sage had her legs wrapped around her mother, ankles crossed over her butt, pulling their pussies even more tightly together.

I massaged my swollen clit, pinching it between two fingers. I was almost ready to come — but I tried to hold back because I was dying to see what would happen next!

This was a new experience for me. Never before had I watched a mom and a daughter have sex with each other when they hadn’t previously done anything similar. It was unbelievably exciting. It was like seeing history take place. It was their first time, and it was my first time seeing a first time. I knew the two of them would never forget this night, and I certainly wouldn’t either.

Loretta was rocking like crazy at this point, nearly out of control. Her face was dripping with sweat. Between gasps, she managed to hiss, “Honey, I — I’m gonna — I’m gonna — come on you!”

And then she did. The woman shuddered on top of her daughter — quaking, straining, groaning as powerful orgasmic spasms rippled through her body.

I came too, and I didn’t see anything else for a minute or so because my eyes were squeezed shut. I could still hear, though. I heard my mom climaxing again, and I heard Kate reach orgasm too. I don’t think Sage came, but maybe she did. It was hard to tell with everything else going on.

When I finished coming and was able to open my eyes again, I saw Sage and Loretta still on the sofa, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing deeply. I saw Dana on her hands and knees on the floor, shorts and panties pushed down. The digital camera was lying near her, unattended. She had a hand clasped between her legs. It looked like she was in the middle of her own orgasm.

I saw my sister Kate slumped in the chair, sucking on a finger that I’m sure she’d just been using to fuck herself. As I watched, Kate motioned to Chelsea. Our adopted little sister went to her, smiling cheerfully. They kissed, and after whispering to the girl for a moment, Kate started wriggling in the chair, trying to push her shorts and panties down. Chelsea helped her take them all the way off. Then the child knelt between my sister’s legs and began licking her pussy.

My mother got to her feet. She lifted her light summer dress over her head and off, then quickly undid her bra and dropped it into the chair on top of the dress. She was nude.

“Molly, honey, come here,” she said.

My other little sister got up and went to our mom.

After giving Molly a kiss on the lips, Mommy said, “I want you to lick me, sweetie, while I talk to Miss Loretta. Will you do that?”

“Sure, Mommy.”

“Just, uh, get down on your knees, right here, okay?”

Molly did as she was asked. Our mother, standing with her feet spread wide apart, held the little blonde girl’s head in her hands, smiled lovingly down at her, then pulled her pretty face into her crotch. Molly began kissing and licking.

Hearing the conversation, Sage and Loretta had looked up. They saw my little sister eating Mommy’s pussy. They also saw Chelsea licking Kate. Underage lesbian sex and incest was taking place all around them. They both smiled.

My mom said, “Loretta, I’d really like you to experience something else now.”

The older woman’s eyebrows went up. “You would? Well, I suppose I’m ready for just about anything.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that.” Mommy beckoned to me. As I came closer, she said to Sage and Loretta, “Both of you, would you mind sitting here on the floor beside each other? Lean back against the sofa, and get comfortable, all right?”

While they were getting arranged that way, my mom swiveled her head toward Dana. The tiny blonde had just finished recovering from a long self-induced orgasm and was slowly getting to her feet. She’d taken off her shirt and was completely nude.

“Dana, darling, come here,” Mommy said.

It was amazing to me that my mother could manage to give all these instructions while at the same time having her pussy eaten. I knew very well how it felt to have a warm little tongue bathing your clit, fingers probing inside you — and I also knew that I could barely think, let alone speak, while that was happening to me, yet somehow she was able.

“Loretta, you told us you had sex with a girl for the first time when you were in college, is that right?” my mom asked.

“Yes,” the woman answered, a slightly puzzled look on her face.

“And you’ve had sex with other women since then. But may I ask, what age was the youngest girl whose pussy you ate?”

“What age? Oh, uh, I don’t know… my age then, I guess. College age, maybe 19 or 20?”

“That’s what I thought,” Mommy smiled. “So you’ve never had the chance to lick the pussy of a much younger girl, say, someone around 12 years old, like my daughter Julie here…”

So that’s where this was going! My mom was introducing Loretta to the joys of lesbian pedophilia!

The 40-something woman looked up at me, her eyes wide. She licked her lips.

My mother caressed my cheek. “Would you like to taste this girl?” she asked Loretta. “I can tell you from personal experience that her pussy is extremely delicious.”

“I…” Loretta cleared her throat, then nodded. “Yes, I think I would.”

So, I climbed onto the sofa, kneeling and facing the back, my crotch over Loretta’s face. Dana was told to take the same position over Sage’s face. And then they began to eat us.

It took me a while to come. Loretta wasn’t the best I’ve ever had, I’m sorry to say — the best at pussy-licking I mean — and I was also feeling kind of nervous for some reason. But after a few minutes I was able to relax and get into it. Soon that wonderful pulsing, throbbing, humming joy came swirling up from inside me and I climaxed in her mouth.

Dana had come earlier than me, in Sage’s mouth. When she finished and climbed off, my mother replaced her, riding the teenager’s face. Meanwhile, Dana got down between Sage’s legs and started eating her.

I wasn’t sure how or when it had been arranged, but as I moved away when my climax was done, I found Kate waiting right behind me. She mounted Loretta’s face, giving the woman a chance to lick the pussy of a girl who was almost but not quite 11 years old.

That still wouldn’t be the youngest for Loretta, of course. After Kate, she had Molly, and then Chelsea, an 8-year-old and a 7-year-old. It was a feast of underage pussy.

We went all around that evening, everyone getting an opportunity to lick everyone else, and to be licked by each of the girls and the women. No one missed out. Probably the highlight was when we saw Sage sitting on her mom’s face and then coming in her mouth. When she finished, the teenager turned around and they went into a 69, licking each other, climaxing at the same time. That was awesome.

* * *

Loretta and Sage spent the night with us again. Unfortunately, however, they had to leave for home fairly early the next day.

We stood outside our cabin, saying goodbye. There was a bit of a chill in the air, as it was not yet 9:00 AM, but that was more than made up for by the warm feelings we had for each other. Sage squeezed Kate and me at the same time, pulling us close, a pair of skinny pre-teens wrapped tightly in the arms of a curvy 15-year-old.

“Thanks, you guys,” she whispered. Glancing up, I saw tears welling in her eyes. “You guys don’t know how much…” Her voice caught. She swallowed hard. “Anyway, I mean, just thanks!”

She gave me a long kiss on the lips, and kissed Katie the same way. As our embrace ended, I overheard Loretta saying something to Molly and Chelsea, who were receiving a similar enthusiastic hug from the tall brunette.

“Little girls,” the woman murmured, “I never knew before how wonderful it could be… I just hope you won’t be my last. Anyway, take care, you kids, and keep loving your mommy!”

“We will,” they replied, almost in unison. Loretta kissed them each on the mouth.

Our mother was giving Sage a hug now. She kissed her, then winked at Loretta as she said to the teen, “I hope you will keep loving your mom too, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I will,” Sage chuckled. “I’m pretty sure about that.”

When our mother pulled away, Loretta took her daughter’s hand. She laid her other hand softly on the girl’s cheek, then kissed her lips, opening her mouth, using her tongue. This was about the farthest thing possible from a chaste maternal kiss. It was completely obvious the two were lesbian lovers and likely would stay that way for a long time to come.

Finishing the erotic kiss, Loretta smiled at Dana. “Good luck with your studies at the fashion institute, pretty girl. I hope all those photos you took of us will be helpful.”

“Oh, they will,” Dana laughed. She and Loretta shared a tight hug and kiss, then she and Sage did the same. At last, everyone was done saying goodbye. We watched as the pair walked away toward their cabin, mother and daughter holding hands. They turned and gave us a final wave before disappearing into the trees.

* * *

Our vacation was nearing an end too. We had only one more day and night: Friday, July 23rd, Kate’s 11th birthday.

Mommy made sure that would be a memorable time for my sister, and for all of us. During the day we each agreed to do whatever Kate wanted, serving her, catering to her every wish. A lot of that was sexual stuff, naturally, but there were other things too, like fetching her favorite foods for her, or going on a long hike that she especially wanted to take.

Late in the day, we took showers and put on nice clothes and then drove for about an hour to the closest real city. We had dinner there in a pretty good restaurant — a refreshing change from that place by the lake, which we’d all grown tired of — before returning to the cabin where we enjoyed cake and ice cream and Kate opened her presents.

She got a tennis racket from Molly, a couple of cute t-shirts from Chelsea, and from Dana a digital camera. That last one was quite a surprise, and Kate was thrilled with it. I gave her some music CDs and a new video game I thought she might like.

Mommy’s gifts, though, were the really amazing ones. First, she handed my sister a printed piece of paper. I had no idea what it was, but as soon as Katie read it, she exclaimed, “Oh my god, really?!!” and then leaped into our mother’s arms, hugging her and kissing her.

It turned out that Kate had been enrolled in a junior basketball camp for girls, run by several star players in the WNBA. That was a total dream come true for her. She would travel to Kentucky late in August and spend a whole week there, improving her skills on the court during the day, staying in a dorm with other girls at night. I’d never seen my sister so overwhelmed or so excited. She couldn’t stop hugging our mom or asking if it was really true.

The final gift — after Kate had finally calmed down a bit and was able to move on to something else — came in a long square box wrapped in pink foil. She opened it and discovered… a vibrator!

Ever since we’d spent an amazing evening with Carla at her townhouse and Kate had been allowed to use a vibrator for the first time, she’d been begging for one of her own. Mommy kept telling her maybe someday, when you’re older, but I guess she’d finally decided that 11 was old enough.

Of course we all had to give the new vibrator a try. Kate went first and had a massive screaming orgasm. I got to go next. It made me come, and it felt great, obviously, but I’m kind of like my mom — I really prefer tongues or fingers instead of toys. The little girls were given a chance to try it too, not on the inside, though, only on the outside. Chelsea wasn’t able to come with it, but Molly did, pretty quickly. Dana went next and then Mommy last. Both had strong, wet orgasms.

After that we passed the vibrator around to whoever wanted it while also licking and fingering and kissing. We spent the last night of our vacation in the cabin by the lake having sex with each other, two women and four girls. Don’t I have the best life ever?

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