Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Pleasures in Thousand Oaks

By Cheryl Taggert 

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My next interview was scheduled for the following Saturday. It was to be held at the woman’s house. She had told me on the phone that her husband would have to be gone when we met since he had no idea about her past. Her name was Bonnie, and she mentioned on the phone she has a daughter age nine. I knew from her answers to the preliminary questions that she was twenty-six, which means she was only seventeen when she had given birth to her daughter.

Her mention of her daughter, more than anything, intrigued me. Was she hinting she was having sex with her? I told Lisa about how the woman mentioned her young daughter, and she was fairly certain that my suspicions were correct.

I drove to her house, a nice ranch-style home in Thousand Oaks, one of the suburbs that stretch for miles from the city limits of Los Angeles. Bonnie met me at the door, her daughter standing behind her.

The woman was beautiful. She had long raven tresses that cascaded down her back and eyes the color of emeralds. She was striking. She walked with the poise of a model. Her skin was alabaster, and her genuine smile put me instantly at ease. She wore a denim skirt and a halter top with no bra, her nipples noticeably outlined in the fabric.

“Hey!” she said, her Southern accent evident. “Ya’ll come on in.”

We entered the tastefully decorated house, and I stopped to admire a painting of Bonnie and her daughter in the room where she took us for the meeting. They were both nude in the painting, but Bonnie was holding the child in such a way that all we could see of the more private areas of their bodies was a side view of her daughter’s butt, the crack barely visible at the edge of the girl’s buttocks. The child’s leg hung down to hide her mother’s pussy from view, and her arm, draped up to Bonnie’s neck, along with her upper body, hid her mother’s nipples. The painting was as stunning as the woman herself, not to mention her daughter. Glancing at Lisa, I could tell she was already getting turned on. That was good, because so was I.

“Have a seat,” Bonnie said, seeming not to notice our open admiration of the painting. “Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Wine? Or are you beer girls?”

“Maybe later,” I said.

Lisa said, “No thanks.”

“Well then. I guess we should get started. This here is my daughter, Madison,” Bonnie said, speaking quickly and beaming at the beautiful child. Madison’s hair was identical to her mother’s, though a bit shorter, falling to her shoulder blades, and her eyes were a clear blue. Bonnie had four comfortably padded chairs facing a central point to allow us to see each other as we talked. Madison sat in one of these and smiled demurely.

Bonnie took the seat beside Madison, signaling that the child would be a part of the interview.

“Before you ask any questions, I have to make a coupla things clear.”

“Okay,” I said. “I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”

“First, I have to make absolutely sure that whatever I say in here remains private as far as my identity is concerned, or the identity of anyone I mention. I don’t want my personal life known by anyone other than the two of you. In your study I must remain anonymous. That was stated in your ad for volunteers, but I want to make sure we understand each other on that.”

“Of course,” I said. “You will only be known as Jane Doe #2. Any partners you mention will be known by assumed names. And I will never divulge your true identity to anyone. My advisor on this project is a licensed psychologist, and because I am acting under her authority, this becomes equivalent to a sort of doctor-patient privilege kind of thing.”

Bonnie smiled her appreciation, but her next words were rather ominous. “I have to tell you, my uncle is a very powerful man. While I have no evidence to support it, I’m fairly certain he’s killed a few people in his lifetime. And just so you know, he has some cops on his payroll as well, and I’ll know it if you speak to them about me.”

The meaning behind what she shared about her uncle was clear. If she was outed, I could expect big problems from him, and I was reminded of what had happened to Cindy. Because I was completely certain as to the anonymity of my research, I assured her there would be no problems for her as a result of our interview or my research.

“Good,” Bonnie said. “I will be admitting a lot of things to you, things my husband, Madison’s father, knows absolutely nothing about. He’d kill me if he found out, or take Maddy away from me at the very least.” Maddy, obviously, was short for Madison, her daughter.

“Believe me, Bonnie. Whatever you say is strictly confidential. I’ll go to my grave with any and all information about your identity,” I said. “Not even my notes will contain information about your true identity, not even the city where you live.

“Okay,” Bonnie said, “you’re both kinda young. You better know what you’re doing.”

“We do. In fact, I don’t mind sharing some very personal information about the two of us to make you feel safer about our discretion.”

“You mean about your movie?” Bonnie said. I was taken aback by her remark, and she said, “I recognized you immediately.  You’re Kayleigh Katz’s daughter.” Then she grinned. “And I have to admit that you’re even hotter in person than you are on my,computer screen.” She turned to her daughter, “Isn’t she, Maddy?” The child nodded in response to her mother’s question. I felt odd knowing this nine-year-old girl had seen at least one of my movies, but the overall feeling was one of feeling turned on by it.

Answering Bonnie’s initial question, I said, “Well, um, actually, no that isn’t what I was going to tell you.”

“You mean it’s bigger than starring in some porn videos?” she asked.

“Much,” I replied. “In fact, starring in those porn videos was legal because my friend and I were already eighteen when those were filmed.”

She smiled as if expecting that answer, and I realized she had indeed expected it, or at least was pleased it had been my reply. I wondered if she had been testing me to see if I was going to try to admit to something legal to assure her, which almost certainly would have resulted in our being asked politely to leave without the interview.

“So, give,” she said.

I began by saying, “You won’t repeat anything I tell you, correct?” She nodded emphatically. I was so certain that her sex life included her daughter I had no fear of telling her the unvarnished truth. “I have sex with my mom. Have been since I was six.”

Bonnie grinned slightly, the corners of her mouth taking on a satisfied curve. I could tell that news did more than reassure her. The idea was turning her on, and I was fairly certain it made what I expected was her upcoming confession concerning her daughter considerably easier.

“What about her?” Bonnie said, looking at Lisa. “What secrets do you have, sweetie?”

Lisa looked unsure, but I encouraged her and said with a slight nod of my head toward Bonnie, “Go ahead. She’ll never tell.”

Lisa swallowed. “My sister and I have been lovers since we were little.”

“My, my. I guess we have a whole passel of incestuous girls here.”

“I take it you and Maddy are lovers,” I said, framing the statement as more of a question.

“I guess that was pretty easy to figure out,” Bonnie said. “I mean, why have her in here if she doesn’t already play a big part in my story, right?”

“So,” I began. “What is your story?”

“Well,” Bonnie said, “when I was little my mama — well — I guess she was a lot like your mama. She, um, showed me things.”

“What things?” I asked.

“Well, to start with, her pussy. Then she showed me how to pleasure myself by getting me naked with her and touching me in all the right places.”

“Where was your father?”

“He died in a hunting accident when I was a baby. At least that’s what everyone said. As I grew up, I found out a lot of folks didn’t like him and may have killed him while he was out hunting. Either way, I don’t remember him at all. All I know is he died somewhere in the woods of southwestern Georgia.”

“Okay, so your mother introduced you to sex?” I asked to return the conversation to the topic. “How old were you?”

“Almost too young to remember details. I was five.”

“Did you enjoy what your mother did to you?”

“Enjoy? Girl, I was in love with it! I came the first time she did me. And I’ve been coming ever since. In fact, I’m able to come in less than ten seconds. That’s how horny I am nearly all the time. Mama said I was made for orgasms. I think she was right.”

“Just curious, but what did your mother look like? Was she as pretty as you and Maddy?”

A tiny smirk appeared and vanished on her face in less than a second. “Yeah, she was a real fox, and she liked both men and women, like me. I like anyone who can help me get off. I think my mama is the same.”

“She’s still alive?” I asked.

“Oh, yes. She visits at least twice a year, and Maddy loves her very much — and as often as she can.” Her meaning was obvious, and it reminded me of the times I had been with my own grandmother.

“So anyway,” Bonnie continued, “Mama would come home from dates and let me clean her up.” Bonnie looked at me. “With my mouth, of course. By the time I was eight, I got one of the men she was seeing in bed with me and lost my virginity. After that, I would borrow my mama’s dildos and such. I was allowed to masturbate anywhere and anytime I wanted. She’d come home with some guy or gal and there I’d be sittin’ on the sofa with her vibrator up my pussy while I watched porn. More than once she ended up inviting me to join them in the bedroom, but she always took her guest in there first, I guess to make sure it was okay with them. It almost always was. I think most people would be very shocked at how many pedos there are in this world, especially female pedos. I think people sorta expect most men to be at least a little bit like that, but I had just as many women after me when I was little. You shoulda seen their faces light up when they realized they could have me. I think if it were legal, it would be as accepted as drinking wine at a dinner party.

“Anyway, when I got older, I’d bring girls home to spend the night, and Mama would end up having sex with each and every one of them.” Bonnie smiled at Maddy. “Now, Maddy’s passing on the favor.”

“So Maddy brings friends home and you seduce them?” I asked, wanting to make sure I was understanding her right.

“Oh, sure. She doesn’t bring friends home that aren’t sexual anyway. I just offer myself to her friends. Like I said, I’m all about coming with whoever can bring me off, not to mention helping them get off, too.”

“How old was Maddy the first time you had sex with her?” I asked.

“Younger than I was when my mama did me. She was four.”

I turned to Maddy. “You like what your mama does?” I asked, wanting to make sure she wasn’t being forced. Her enthusiastic smile said it all, but she added. “Yes. It’s my favorite thing to do, like, ever.”

“Baby,” Bonnie said. “Come over here and show the ladies how much you enjoy what we do.”

With that, Bonnie lifted her butt from the chair enough to pull her denim skirt up to her waist. She wore no panties. Her bald pussy was suddenly on display, and she spread her legs wide, opening her slit to reveal a great deal of her juices that had apparently been oozing out of her vagina since our arrival. Possibly before.

Lisa and I watched as a very happy Maddy scurried to her mom and knelt between her spread thighs. She inserted two fingers inside her mother’s flooded canal and leaned forward to place her lips firmly against her mother’s cunt.

Bonnie’s reaction was immediate. She began to shiver and her legs shot out straight, forming a large V. Her daughter was positioned between the woman’s legs, enthusiastically licking her. Bonnie’s hands went to her boobs, and she began massaging and pinching her nipples through the thin material of her top. Then she proved she was not lying about coming quickly. Within seconds she was grunting out an orgasm.

Looking down, I saw that Madison had her own hand up her short dress and was massaging her clit while she ate her mom’s pussy. I realized Madison wasn’t wearing panties either. When her mother was finished coming, Maddy lay back and continued masturbating, hiking her dress up to her waist and putting her pre-pubescent mound on display. Bonnie took some time to compose herself again while Lisa and I watched the nine-year-old girl lying in front of us, openly rubbing her slit and whimpering with the need to come.

“Go ahead,” Bonnie said. I looked at her and her eyes were locked on mine. I realized her words had been directed to me as she nodded toward Maddy. “I don’t mind, and I can promise you she won’t.” I paused, still unsure. I had open permission from Lisa that I could have sex with any child who was willing, so that wasn’t bothering me. I just wanted to be sure Maddy wouldn’t mind.

“Maddy, honey? ” I said. At first she didn’t hear me she was so involved with her own pussy. “Maddy?” I said, raising my voice a bit to get her attention. She looked at me, glassy-eyed.

“Huh?” she asked, continuing to rub herself.

“Is it okay if I lick you?”

Her face lit up, the smile spreading. “Yes!” she said, as if I’d just offered her the toy she wanted most in the world as a gift.

I looked at Lisa then back to Bonnie. “Is it okay if Lisa joins me?”

“Be our guest,” Bonnie said.

We got down on the floor with Maddy and I offered Lisa the first taste. She leaned over and glued her mouth against the young girl’s pussy. Maddy began to grind her bald pubes against Lisa’s face.

“Sit on my face,” Maddy said to me, her expression one of absolute need. “Let me lick you.”

As I pulled my shorts and panties off, I noticed Bonnie stripping as well. Then she knelt beside Lisa and began removing my lover’s clothes. As I squatted over the child’s eager mouth, I pulled my t-shirt and bra off as well. Soon, Maddy was the only one of us with any clothes on, and that was only because she was lying on her back getting her pussy licked while licking mine. Lisa’s moans told me that Bonnie was licking her as well.

All I can say is that little girl certainly knew how to lick a pussy. Some people think it’s as easy as falling off a log, but too many people just try to gently flick the clit with their tongue or mash their mouths against the clit to the point of discomfort. Maddy knew just how to adjust the pressure, when to lick the labia, when to push her tongue down my vagina, and when to massage my clit with just the right amount of force.

Soon, I was shivering with the approaching climax. Lisa, too, was nearing her own orgasm as Bonnie licked her pussy expertly. And Maddy? She had come twice already and was heading for her third orgasm of the day, or at least the third since Lisa and I had arrived.

Now that we’d gotten the little orgy out of the way, I got down to business regarding what had happened, who had caught Bonnie and her mother, and what level of shame she had felt.

“I can tell you’re from the South,” I began again. “What area are you from?”

“I grew up in Georgia, in a small town about two hours southwest of Atlanta. It was actually a nice place to grow up. Everyone knew everyone else, and we sorta took care of each other because of that.”

“Tell me about getting caught,” I said.

“Oh, that.” I could tell this would not be as pleasant a tale as we’d heard from Andrea, who was caught with her cousin by her aunt, the other girl’s mother, who ended up having sex with Andrea and her daughter, Belinda.

“Is it a painful subject?” I asked. The tone of her answer surprised me. She had set her anxiety and guilt level at a three in the preliminary interview.

“No, not really. It was more painful for my mother, actually. You see, we were caught by the preacher’s wife.”

“Oh?” I could imagine the hell a preacher’s wife could cause.

“Yeah, you see my mama never really liked her very much. Said she was two-faced, and I reckon she was, all things considered. But when the preacher’s wife caught us — well, maybe I should start at the beginning.”

Taking a deep breath, Bonnie said, “Mama and I were in bed together, just a-goin’ at it with each other, and suddenly we heard this gasp from my mother’s bedroom door. We looked, and there as big as you please was the preacher’s wife, Doris. She was standing there with her hand to her mouth in shock. Well, at the time I didn’t realize just how big a shock it was since that activity was just normal for me back then, but now I do. It’d be like being caught with Maddy. Except I was only seven at the time.

“My mama jumped up and grabbed a robe to put on, leaving me in the bed, still not satisfied. I just lay there, naked and horny. Mama escorted Ms. Doris out to the sitting room and got her some tea. Not realizing maybe this was a problem, I went right out after them, still without a stitch of clothes on.

“My mama was in the kitchen fixing the tea and doing her best to chat with Ms. Doris when I entered the room. Ms. Doris just looked at me, taking it all in, I suppose. I had always been told I could touch myself whenever I wanted to inside our home, and there I was still very horny and inside that same house, so I sat down near Ms. Doris and started touching my pussy, rubbing it because I wanted to come. It wasn’t as if I’d never reached a climax before. I’d been having them for about two years by then, and I was determined that the visitor would not spoil my fun.

“When Mama came back in the room, I was sitting on a chair and happily masturbating in front of Ms. Doris, who was apparently fascinated with my actions. Mama told me I had a finger pressed into the entrance to my vagina — something I loved to do — while using my other hand to rub my tiny but swollen clit. I mean, there was no doubt what I was doing. I had enjoyed orgasms in every room of the house, so to me it was like playing with Barbies or something — I saw nothing wrong with it.

“Anyway, when my mama came into the room, doing her best to chat with the preacher’s wife, she saw me sitting there with my hands in the cookie jar, so to speak.

“I don’t really remember this very much. I mostly know what my mama told me. But apparently, Ms. Doris was so fascinated with watching me, she barely noticed my mother entering the room. Mama said she was watching my fingers and seemed to be hypnotized or something. Of course, she wasn’t, but it looked like that to my mama.

“Anyway, they both sat there and watched me bring myself off without speaking a word. Mama said it was pretty evident I had come, and Ms. Doris continued to watch as I cleaned my juices from my fingers by licking and sucking them. Then Mama noticed that Ms. Doris was sorta squirming in her chair, and she knew that the woman was horny from watching me.

“She said Ms. Doris looked at Mama and realized she’d been caught staring at me getting myself off and had gotten horny, so instead of threatening to tell the world, Ms. Doris made a deal with my mama. Mama told her that if she didn’t say anything to anyone about what she’d caught us doing together in the bedroom, or tell what she’d witnessed me doing right there in the sitting room, Mama would let her come over and get a small sample of what we were enjoying. In other words, Ms. Doris could have sex with my mama and me as long as she never told anyone what she’d seen.”

“I’m curious about something,” I said, interrupting her. “Why did she come into your house like that without being invited?” The idea of someone entering my house without an invitation was totally foreign to me. In my neighborhood, that was grounds for being arrested or even shot dead.

“Oh, that. Well, we lived in a small town, like I said, and everybody only locked up at night. In fact, my mama later told me that we’d only recently started doing that. When Ms. Doris had knocked on the door, she got concerned when nobody answered, so she opened our front door a crack and heard some moaning. She thought someone was hurt.”

“So you suffered no guilt from this?” I asked.

“Not much. Later I did a little because of how Ms. Doris ended up confessing what she’d been doing with my mama and me right before she died from cancer. Mama and I had to leave town after that. But Mama told me I should never feel any guilt or shame for what we did. She said it was loving me in the best possible way, and I agree.

“You see, the way I look at it, there’s sex and there’s love. Sex is what happens when two people do it just to get off. Frequently, your partner in sex doesn’t really care about your feelings or if you’re enjoying what’s happening. They just wanna come. Love, though, is different. Love is about getting pleasure by giving pleasure. It’s about seeing to it that your partner enjoys what happens even more than you do. Love is giving. Sex is taking. See?”

I nodded. Yes, I did see. Very clearly in fact, and I was in complete agreement.

“Did you mind what Ms. Doris was doing?”

“Oh, Lord no. She was one of the best pussy lickers I’ve ever met. Turns out she and her sister had fooled around all their lives, from the time they were real little.”

“And this was the preacher’s wife?” I asked, incredulous.

“Sweetie, never let that fool you. Some of the horniest people alive are preachers and their wives,” Bonnie said. “They preach most about what sin they think they’re most guilty of. Now, you want guilt about having strong sexual feelings, especially the ones a lot of folks think is, well, ‘different’? Find a preacher’s wife. They’re bathing in it.”

We ended up joining Bonnie and Maddy in Bonnie’s bedroom. We each had a turn making love with Maddy, who seemed to be enjoying this adventure enormously.

Needless to say, so were the rest of us.

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