Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

It was morning when I awakened, still naked, stretched out on the sofa. Melody was gone, but I still had the sticky essence of her on my face. There was a numb ache between my legs, and I was stiff all over.

Before I could pull myself to my feet, I heard the front door slam — and Belinda came prancing in. Oh, hell. She saw me and skipped over to where I sat, bending to give me a warm kiss on the mouth.

It was bad enough having my daughter see me like this, naked and sprawled on the couch looking like — well, like I’d been in an all-night orgy. But when she pulled back after kissing me and her face lit up with a delighted smile, I wanted to crawl under the sofa and hide.

“Hi, Mommy! Looks like you had a fun time last night,” she said as she gazed at me knowingly. “Where did your, um, girlfriend go?”

I had no idea how to answer. I was deeply embarrassed, made worse by the fact that she seemed to know exactly what I’d been up to. Before I could reply, or even question her about her own evening, she ran into her room giggling and shut the door with a bang.

Dazed, I wandered into my bedroom and slipped into the shower. As I stood in the hot, comforting spray, thinking back on my night, I found myself quickly becoming aroused, remembering what I had done — and who I’d done it to.

Tingling with excitement at the memory of fucking my oldest daughter, I reached down and began to stroke my slit as I replayed the entire lewd episode in my head. I fingered myself hard, feeling the heat build as I remembered all the things I had done with Melody. Soon I brought myself off again.

After my orgasm, I was able to think rationally. As reality slowly reared its troublesome head, I emerged from the shower and dried myself, once again wondering what Belinda had been doing next door last night — and, for that matter, on all the other times she had spent with her friend Mary.

I absently nibbled at a fingernail. How should I deal with this?

Now that my mind wasn’t fogged up with twisted sex thoughts, I reminded myself yet again that I didn’t want my youngest daughter following in the footsteps of her mother or big sister. I didn’t really know for sure whether Belinda had been involved in what I’d seen the night before. But even if she hadn’t, Janet’s daughter Mary was definitely there in the X-rated Polaroids I found, which meant that she couldn’t be a very good influence. Then there was Janet herself, cavorting naked in the living room while Belinda was there.

I wrestled for several hours over the best way to handle this situation. In the end, it boiled down to two choices: I could confront Belinda with the evidence I’d found in her room… or I could go next door and discuss what I’d seen in those photographs with Janet.

Later that afternoon I decided on the second option. Belinda was sprawled on the floor watching cartoons, so I put on a blouse and skirt, told her I’d be back soon and walked the few yards it took to get me over to Janet’s house. My nerves were jangling, but I simply put one foot in front of the other until I was standing at the front door.

When I knocked, Mary answered. She opened the door and stood silently before me, wearing a tiny T-shirt that ended just below her breasts and a pair of sheer white panties. Nothing else. My eyes instinctively flickered up and down her taut little body, pausing at the pubic thatch that was clearly visible between her legs.

I was speechless, so she smiled and broke the silence, saying, “Hello, Ms. Gable. How are you?”

As she waited for my response, her hand drifted across her flat belly and down to the waistband of her panties, where she slipped her thumb inside, giving them a slight downward tug as if they were jeans.

“Ahhh… is your m-mother home, Mary?” I asked, trying to regain my composure.

“Yes, ma’am, she is… come in,” she said, stepping back to invite me inside. I dazedly followed, my eyes locked on her cute girlish ass, swaying seductively as she led me through the house.

“Mom? Ms. Gable’s here to see you,” she called out.

I followed her into the den, and she sat down in an easy chair. I perched nervously on the sofa, seated right across from her.

Mary smiled at me again. “She’ll be right here,” she cooed. I had to hand it to the girl — despite her slutty attire, she was as polite as ever.

“Thank you,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “Um… don’t mind me. You just, uh, go back to whatever you were d-doing.”

“Okay,” she replied, still giving me that sweet smile. She reached over to an end table for a magazine and began to thumb through it.

Now that Mary’s attention was elsewhere, I looked around the room, quickly realizing that I was seated on the sofa where Janet was masturbating last night. I peered out the large glass door in front of me and into the back yard, a shiver passing through my frame as I recognized the fence that I’d peeped over just a few hours ago, spying on Janet.

And on the other side of that fence rested a lawn chair, on which I had made love to my sexy Melody…

I gritted my teeth. Don’t think about that now, for fuck’s sake. Stay focused.

As I sat there, quietly waiting for Janet, I stole a glance at Mary, absorbed in her magazine. Her legs had fallen apart, and she was giving me a clear, open view of her panty-covered pussy. I tried not to stare, forcibly shifting my gaze elsewhere, but my eyes kept shifting back to between her legs. The remembered image from the Polaroid of her naked with another girl licking her cunt — had it been Belinda? — kept burning in my head.

Again, I fought to clear my mind. God damn it, this was no time to be getting aroused!

It was then that I noticed Mary was reading a porno magazine. There on the cover was a photograph of two teenage girls, fingering each other and kissing. This was not your standard run-of-the-mill girlie mag, it was hardcore lesbian smut — the kind I had plenty of in my own collection. I found myself growing increasingly jittery at the sight of this half-naked young nymphet seated across from me, legs spread, casually leafing through the sort of magazine one found in sex shops.

Then Janet sauntered out of the bedroom and into the den, smiling hugely. I stood, trying to compose myself.

“Hi, Lucy, how are you doing?” she said, giving me a friendly hug. “Please, sit down… let me fix you a drink.” Before I had a chance to consider her offer, she was placing a glass of amber fluid in my hand.

Janet was wearing a casual dress. It was short and summery, and her large breasts jiggled underneath as she moved about the room, making it clear that she was braless.

She stopped between the glass door and me. “So… what brings you over today?” she asked.

With the light shining from behind her, I could see her tall voluptuous figure as if she was totally nude.

It took me a second or two to realize I had been asked a question, and another to realize that I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say to Janet. My mind had gone blank, and I felt myself on the verge of utter panic. Somehow, though, I got a grip.

“Ah, well, Janet…” I stammered. “Um, I just haven’t had a chance to, to visit with you much since you moved in, and, well, I thought I’d just wander over and say hello…” I knew perfectly well that I had other, far more serious reasons for being there. But I thought to myself that I really ought to chat with Janet first — feel her out a bit before getting confrontational.

Still smiling, Janet strode over to sit down beside me. “I’m so glad you did,” she said softly, her blue eyes burning into mine. “We’re neighbors, after all, and our daughters are such good friends. I’ve thought for a long time that you and I should get to know each other better.” With that, she casually placed her hand on my knee — and I barely kept myself from gasping.

Janet turned to Mary and sweetly said, “Honey, can you go to the kitchen and bring us a little something to nibble on?”

Mary nodded and, without a word, padded out of the room. A flash of sexual heat shot through me at the sight of the girl’s ass, jiggling through her all but see-through panties. Then I quickly turned back to Janet, hoping she hadn’t noticed me looking. A knowing smile was on her lips.

“Your Belinda is an adorable little girl,” she purred, “I just love having her around. I like for Mary to invite her friends over as often as possible, you know.” Her index finger began to brush against my thigh. “It’s always a pleasure, being in the presence of pretty young girls. They make the world a far nicer place. Know what I mean, Lucy?”

“Oh yes. I, uh, I always enjoy c-company,” I blurted, my heart throbbing. Jesus, what an idiotic thing to say.

Then I felt her hand sliding a little further up my thigh. I glanced down, then back up at her calm face. She gazed seductively at me, eyes radiating sex. Oh, my God…

“Of course, I don’t just love being with young girls. I also enjoy sexy women like you. Don’t you feel the same way?” she murmured, fanning her fingers out on my thigh.

“Well, yes — s-sometimes,” I murmured, fumbling for words. No mistaking the signals Janet was sending out — by now, it was pretty damned obvious what she was after.

She leaned closer, her warm lips nearly brushing my ear. “Have you ever made love to another woman, Lucy?” she whispered, her fingers creeping just under the hem of my dress.

Boy, was she moving fast. “Yes,” I timidly replied. I could feel my cheeks burning as the word left my lips.

“Mmmm, good… very good,” she said, transfixing me with her heated gaze. Her hand advanced, deftly slipping between my thighs until her finger was brushing the front of my black silk panties. I was so wet that I was sure Janet could smell it. Suddenly her hand moved beneath the skirt to cup my vulva, and I couldn’t help but sigh with pleasure.

I sensed movement to my left, and turned my head to see Janet’s daughter standing a few feet away, watching us intently. This time, I did gasp out loud. It was obvious that Mary was turned on by the sight of her mom touching me between the legs. The teen’s nipples could be clearly seen through her t-shirt, and — oh, my God — the front of her skimpy panties was visibly damp. I was trembling with excitement.

The remembered image of this beautiful young girl’s naked body from Belinda’s photos flashed through my mind. I couldn’t take my eyes off the moist streak on her panties, tracing the line of her slit. I knew she saw me staring, but couldn’t help myself.

Janet whispered into my ear, “I just love the taste of pussy. Don’t you? Especially when it’s the smooth, juicy pussy of a young girl.”

I nodded my head slowly in confirmation.

“And there’s nothing as lovely as the look on a girl’s face while you’re licking her slit, giving her that first orgasm. So beautiful,” she breathed, her hand deftly slipping into my panties to caress my dripping sex. I was unable to move, glued to the spot. A thousand lustful thoughts were racing through my mind as I melted into her hand.

“Your pussy is very wet, Lucy,” Janet teased, her tongue flicking at my ear. “You’re easily aroused. I like that.”

My legs fell open as her fingers wormed their way into the heat of my vagina. Mary stood there watching, transfixed by the sight of her mother’s hand in my panties.

All I could do was slump back in the love seat and allow my neighbor to take me. Once again, logic and reasoning had given way to raw lust, and I was quickly losing any sense of right and wrong. Not that I’d had a hell of a lot of that to lose…

“Look at my daughter, Lucy,” Janet cooed. “Isn’t she sexy?” Unable to speak, I quickly nodded. “Well, then, would you like to see her naked? Would you enjoy that?” She bit my earlobe, and a sharp buzz of pleasure flickered through my belly.

“Yes!” I gasped deliriously.

“Good. Mary, sweetheart — stand up and take your clothes off for Ms. Gable.”

Mary looked down at me with a shy but lustful stare and began to sway from side to side. Her hand crept up under her t-shirt to fondle herself for a brief moment, then lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to one side, exposing a lovely pair of breasts, succulent as new fruit.

“Doesn’t she have the loveliest titties you ever saw? She loves to have her nipples licked. You’d like to do that to her, Lucy — wouldn’t you?”

Mary was slowly turning around and around where she stood, easing down the waistband of her panties here and there, just enough to reveal quick glimpses of her nakedness — teasing her mother, teasing me. She was flashing bits of her downy pubes, the cleft of her buttocks and the glistening wetness of her rosy pudendum. Then she halted just a couple of feet away from me and, with one hand, began to stroke her slit through the gauzy material of her underpants. Her eyes caught mine, and she licked her lips so sensuously that I moaned out loud.

“Don’t play with us, honeybunch… take your panties off!” her mother said. “We want to see all of you.”

With that Mary tugged her knickers down to her feet, then stepped from them. Straightening, she posed proudly before us, exposing her beautiful cunt — a juicy pink slit, adorned with a soft triangle of golden pubes.

Janet turned to me, drew my face to hers and kissed me roughly. I couldn’t resist — my lips parted, and our tongues met in a hot, sexy tangle. Then she pulled back, flushed with excitement.

“Lucy, would you like my daughter to eat your pussy?” she whispered. “Right here, right now. She’s only fourteen, but she goes down like a porno star. Would you like that?”

There was no thought of my refusing my neighbor’s offer, not for an instant. I had to have this luscious nymph. I kissed Janet hungrily, letting my tongue dart in and out of her mouth, then drew back to whisper, “Yes.”

She looked up at her daughter and smiled. Mary giggled, then knelt between my legs. She rested her hands on my knees, slowly trailing the tips of her fingers up my thighs until they rested upon the waistband of my panties. Leaning forward, Mary closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply, savoring the thick aroma — a sight that made me dizzy with lust.

I raised my ass slightly, and she slid my underwear down and off. Mary then gently spread my legs apart, opening me up to her avid gaze.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Show Ms. Gable all the things I taught you,” Janet cooed as she unbuttoned my blouse and threw it open, then made quick work of the bra, undoing the front clasp with a flick.

The beautiful young girl eagerly parted her lips as she burrowed between my thighs. I leaned back and watched in happy disbelief as she took her first taste of me, her tongue sliding into my pussy for a dizzying instant. Then she trailed her lips upward to place a light kiss upon my throbbing clit. It felt wonderful, and I placed my hands on her head, stroking her soft blond hair as she began to eat my pussy like a lover.

Janet’s lips sought mine, exploring my mouth in a sweet soul kiss. Our tongues mingled and danced, then she broke away to nuzzle a path down my neck and to my breasts. My breath hissed as she sucked my left nipple into her warm mouth. It was heaven, being pleasured by this mother/daughter couple… or at least a very enticing version of hell.

I was my old perverted self again, getting off to a fourteen-year-old girl licking my pussy. And the fact that her mother not only approved, but was joining in the fun and games — well, that made it even more exciting. Mary was eating me as voraciously she possibly could, licking and sucking my cunt like it was her first meal in days.

All of a sudden Janet gave me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose, whispered “I’ll be right back,” then left the room.

I don’t know for certain how long she was gone. Time meant nothing to me at that particular juncture. Mary kept taking me right up to the brink of orgasm without sending me over the edge, and it was getting me pretty crazy.

I heard Janet enter the room. A few seconds later, she spoke. “So, Lucy… is my daughter everything I said she’d be?”

I answered her with a moan, “Ohhhh… oh God, yes…”

“Hmmm. I guess, then, that you’d agree that it’s a good idea to train young girls in the art of pleasuring a woman,” she murmured. “Wouldn’t you?”

There was an odd note in Janet’s voice when she said that. Puzzled, I opened my eyes. My heart nearly stopped at what I saw.

There, sitting on Janet’s lap, leaning back against her breasts, was my daughter Belinda, in a tank top and panties! She was enfolded in Janet’s arms, staring intently at Mary as the voracious teen continued to eat me. Janet wore a devilish smile as she caressed my child, running her hands up and down Belinda’s bare legs.

I tried to stand up, but Mary held me in place, her mouth still working on my cunt, licking me harder. I sank back into the sofa, her wonderful tongue melting me back into my original position. I moaned in disbelief. Just like in my younger days, sex was standing squarely between me and morality.

Janet was kissing up and down Belinda’s neck, pausing once to slip her tongue into my baby girl’s ear. I watched as her hand wandered between my daughter’s open legs, fondling her pussy through the pink cotton underpants she wore.

“I hope that you don’t mind me taking your little girl under my wing,” she said, casually slipping a hand into Belinda’s panties.

I gaped in disbelief at my child, watching her sigh happily as Janet’s fingers found her slit. Her face was positively blissful as she squirmed in her older lover’s lap, letting Janet have her as she liked.

My horror diminished somewhat as I saw how happy Belinda was. At least she wasn’t being forced to do these things…

Forced? Yeah, right. In fact, my twelve-year-old was in ecstasy, nuzzling Janet’s neck as the woman’s hand moved about inside those plain cotton panties, expertly masturbating her.

“Your little girl loves to be touched, Lucy,” Janet happily sighed. “She even likes it when I put a finger into her cute little bottom. Don’t you, sweetheart?” she murmured into Belinda’s ear.

Belinda’s eyes met mine — and she nodded in agreement, sighing, “I do, Mommy. I love it when Aunt Janet touches me.”

“I’ve been teaching her everything about how to please a woman, you know… and she’s a perfect little student. Last night she went down on me and Mary both. Mmmm… what a hot little lover she’s become.” With that, Janet tilted Belinda’s face up to hers and gave my daughter a ravenous kiss. This was such a shock to see — this voluptuous, full breasted woman Frenching my twelve-year-old child, all the while rhythmically fingering Belinda’s slit.

As my little girl and her grownup lover made out in front of me, Mary’s hot mouth continued to do wondrous things to my pussy. And all I could do was lie back and take in the show.

I felt lightheaded, incredulous, musing on all these years that I’d restrained my slutty nature, striving to set a good example for my youngest daughter. Now I’d discovered that Belinda was deep into lesbian sex action that would have had me fleeing in terror when I was her age. Perverse as it seems, I actually felt a tiny surge of pride.

Janet began to roll Belinda’s panties down her thighs, while my little girl began to clumsily unbutton Janet’s top. They tenderly undressed one another, slipping out of their clothes until both were naked. Then Belinda was straddling the older woman’s leg, fondling her breasts. I watched my child grind herself against Janet’s thigh — head thrown back, mouth open.

Eyes glazed with pleasure, Janet reached around my daughter to cup her childlike buttocks, spreading her cheeks apart. Her eyes met mine as she took a finger, wet from Belinda’s pussy, and slid it deep into her asshole. Belinda moaned into Janet’s mouth — not a moan of discomfort, either, but of purest rapture.

Janet broke from their kiss, and with Belinda’s gasping lips only an inch from her own, she whispered, “Oh, Belinda… you’re my sweet little lover. Aren’t you?”

Belinda shivered with excitement as she answered, “Yes, Aunt Janet… yes, I am.”

“Tell your mommy what you did last night with Mary and me, what you did to us. Tell her!”

Belinda looked over at me, blushing prettily. “I… I did all kinds of stuff, Mommy. I licked their pussies, both of them. And Mary’s bottom hole, too. Then Aunt Janet, she had me put my whole hand inside her. It was so much fun!”

Hearing those lewd words from a twelve-year-old nymphet would be enough to get me hot. But when they came from a girl of twelve who also happened to be my daughter — well, it transformed my pussy into a roaring furnace.

Belinda turned back to Janet, and the two lovers exchanged a brief but torrid kiss, tongues mingling for a few seconds. Janet drew away, caressing my daughter’s cheek. “Now, little one… show your mommy how much you love to lick me.”

Belinda grinned with delight as she slid down from Janet’s thigh and turned to kneel between her legs. Janet scooted her ass up to the edge of the couch, then spread her legs as wide apart as she could. Staring down at my daughter, she slowly trailed a finger through her sticky folds. “Eat my pussy, baby… it’s waiting for you,” she growled, bringing that wet finger to her lips to taste.

My little girl was fixated on Janet’s vulva, so lewdly displayed before her. It was completely shaved, and made me think of a juicy pink mouth.

Drawn like a bee to clover, Belinda leaned in and began to delicately lick at her older lover’s bare slit. Then she fastened her mouth to the opening, kissing and sucking at the same time.

I couldn’t believe how aroused I became as I watched my youngest daughter pleasuring this beautiful woman — so wicked, yet so incredibly erotic! I could see Belinda’s lips grow wet and sticky as she went down on her friend’s mother, dutifully gazing up at Janet all the while.

My twelve-year-old daughter had become an adult woman’s sex toy, and was demonstrating her talents right before my eyes. It was also clear to me, when I saw her eyes dart over in my direction, just how much of Belinda’s excitement came from knowing I was watching her.

Taking note of how intently I observed their love play, Janet bent to whisper something to my daughter. Then, she and Belinda rose to their feet.

Padding over to the couch where I sat, Janet stood before me, arms folded over her breasts. “So, Lucy… do you like watching your little girl make love to me?”

“Ohhhh, yes,” was all I could managed to get out. Mary was still nuzzling my vulva, teasing the sensitive pink flesh with little flicks of her tongue.

Janet continued, a wicked gleam in her eye. “How about her and Mary trading places? Then you can find out for yourself what a hot little mouth Belinda has.” She glanced down at her daughter. “What do you think, hon? Shall we give Belinda a chance to pleasure her mother?”

I’m sure I had an apprehensive look on my face at that little suggestion, but Janet laughed. “Don’t worry, she wants to. We’ve already talked about it. After Melody came by and told us about what you two did together last night, Belinda hasn’t stopped talking about how much she wants to be with you that way.” She shook her head admiringly. “You are one lucky woman, Lucy.”

Of course. I should have known. Melody and I hadn’t done much talking last night after she seduced me in the back yard, so I’d never gotten around to asking her what she’d been doing there in the first place — but now, everything made sense. She was a part of this, too. And now I was about to be brought into the fold.

I stared into my little girl’s smiling face, stunned by the adoration I saw there. I’d always known that Belinda loved me — and now I realized that she desired me sexually as well.

Could I actually do this — allow my twelve-year-old daughter to fuck me? I’d already committed incest with Melody, but at least she was of age. Sex with Belinda would add pedophilia to my lengthy list of broken taboos. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to descend this far into the abyss of perversion.

On the other hand, who was I trying to fool? If I’d really wanted to save Belinda from this twisted mother/daughter duo, I’d have phoned Janet and told her to stay the hell away from my little girl. Instead, I’d put on a sexy skirt and walked right into the lion’s den. Why? Because I wanted in on this hot lesbian action.

I’d been good for much too long — and sex with Melody last night had been like coming home after years in the wilderness. Now, it was time for Mommy to go completely fucking wild.

Continue on to Part Three