Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Purple Les

I slammed the Gandhi book closed. I knew it happened a long time ago but I started to cry. Mom came over and sat on the couch next to me and said, “What’s wrong?”

“He got killed! I mean I knew he’d been dead for a long long time. I didn’t know he died like that. He was shot to death! Why, Mom? Why do all the good people get murdered? It’s not fair!”

Mom put her arm around me and held me close.

“I know,” Mom said, “Sometimes when people don’t like an idea, like peace and love, someone can kill the person who’s idea it was but they can’t kill the idea. Try to remember that, Angel. There’s always a better way than violence.”

Mom held me till I was cried out. I couldn’t help but think a lot about it though. I was just a kid and yet I knew from history class and TV all the good people who’d been murdered.

Winter and spring were having a big fight. The snow on the ground kept getting lower till I could see shapes of things under the snow. I began to see the picnic table in our back yard though it was still covered in white snow but you could now tell it was there.

The road had become bare enough that I dared to get my bicycle out of the garage. It was a Monday. The air was cold but the sun was nice. Mom had decided to go to work for a few hours. We were off from school for a holiday.

I rode down the road to the Tran’s restaurant. They were really busy so I didn’t even bother to go in and visit Mary. I rode into town and stopped at the comic book store.

I bought a couple of new comic books and stuffed them under my shirts after I left the store for the ride home.

I saw a man outside. I’d never seen him around town before. He didn’t see me but I saw him bump into Mrs Links. I saw him talk to her to say he was sorry for bumping into her. As he talked I saw him take Mrs Links’s wallet out of her purse.

I saw Officer Sanchez going into the sheriff office. I ran over there fast as I could. I was all out of breath and started coughing but I told Officer Sanchez and Sheriff Johnson what I’d just seen.

Officer Sanchez was out the door like a bullet. Sheriff Johnson pulled on his coat and put his hat on and as he went out the door, he said, “You wait right here, Katy.”

I watched out the window. Mrs Link had already started walking home with a bag of groceries. Officer Sanchez had the man against a wall. He was yelling at her but she didn’t seem to pay any attention to him as she put handcuffs on him. Then he seemed to shut up all together when Sheriff Johnson got up to them.

All three of them came through the door a couple minutes later. He was a scary looking man. They took him out back to the cells. They came out after awhile.

“Dang, Sanchez.” Sheriff Johnson said, “I know I’ve seen him before. Pull out the posters will ya, and help me look through them.”

Officer Sanchez came back with a whole big stack of wanted posters like they have in the post office. They split them up and were looking thru them.

“Hey, Chief!” Sandie exclaimed, “Here he is!” She handed the poster over to Sheriff Johnson.

He read the poster aloud, “Frank Ketchum A.K.A. Frank Pastor wanted for…” Then the Sheriff started reading it more to himself and I couldn’t tell what he was saying. Then he handed the poster back to Sandie.

Something started to come in on their fax machine and Officer Sanchez said, “Here’s the reply for the prints we sent on him, Chief. He’s wanted all over. The State Police will pick him up here in a couple hours.”

Sheriff Johnson rumpled my hair and said, “You’re a real cracker jack kid, Katy. Sanchez, open up the safe and count out two hundred dollars and get the paper work in order.” Sheriff Johnson smiled at me and said, “Says there’s a cash reward for this man and you just earned it, Katy.”

Sandie handed me the money. I’d never seen so much money at once in my whole life. And it was mine. I was rich. They had me sign a paper and I looked at the money again. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. It was really happening.

I looked out the window and saw Mrs Links walking back into town. She must have got home and missed her wallet. It looked like she was walking back to the store to see if she had forgot her wallet there. I told the Sheriff and Sandie.

Sheriff Johnson shook his head sadly. “She didn’t have a dollar left in that wallet. Frank back there sure picked the wrong purse to go and get sent back to prison for. Poor woman, with her drunk husband and all those kids.”

I knew all about them. One of the Links kids was in my class. They were poor. I mean Mom was poor, but nothing like the Links family. I figured they could maybe use two hundred dollars more than I could. Maybe it would help them a little bit for a little while.

“Um, Sheriff, maybe you could give this reward to Mrs Links. You know, to help them out a little. I know they won’t take charity, maybe you could think of a way to tell her it’s hers somehow.”

Sheriff Johnson and Sandie stared at me.

“You sure you really want to do that, Katy?” The Sheriff asked.

“Yeah, as long as nobody knows I gave it to her. I mean you guys promise not to tell my mom or anyone I did that, and I’d be okay with it.”

Sheriff Johnson grabbed a tissue and blew his nose.

Then he said, “Sanchez, go take Mrs Links’ wallet to her and give her this reward money. Tell her she’s the one entitled to it. Explain most of what happened but leave Katy out of it.”

Sandie wiped something out of her eye and went running out the door. The Sheriff rumpled my hair again as I went out the door.

As I got on my bike I saw Sandie had met Mrs Links coming out of the store. Sandie was holding the wallet up and talking, then I saw Sandie hand Mrs Links the money. Mrs Links was crying and laughing and hugging Sandie, that made me feel kind of good.

I felt good till halfway home when the chain came off my bike. I did what Mom would do and swore at my bike for a few minutes. Then I made my hands all greasy trying to get it back on again. I couldn’t get it back on right and walked the bike the rest of the way home.

I put my bike in the garage. I wiped my greasy hands off on my pants and went in to the house. I had grease all over my face. I put my clothes in the hamper and took a bath.

After I finally scrubbed myself clean, I went to up to my bedroom. It was getting dark out and I decided to just put on my pajamas and bathrobe.

Mom was sitting on the couch when I came downstairs. I hadn’t even heard her come home. That wouldn’t have happened if we still had the pickup truck, but the car was real quiet.

I scrunched up next to her on the couch. She told me about her day at work. While she talked I opened up the locket she was wearing. Inside on one side was a tiny picture of Mom as a little kid with her mom, who was my Grandma. On the other side was a tiny picture of me as a little kid with Mom and Dad.

I closed it as Mom finished talking and she asked what I wanted for dinner. We finally decided we’d have breakfast for dinner. Mom would make pancakes.

“Do you remember what I’ve told you about my locket?” Mom asked me.

“Sure,” I answered. “Great Grandma gave it to Grandma who gave it you and someday when I’m a big girl you’ll give it to me.”

“That’s right, Angel.” Then Mom took off the locket and put it on me. “It’s yours now. Keep it safe in your jewelry box and just wear it on special occasions.”

I wore it all through dinner. When Mom came up to tuck me in I still had it on.

“Okay, Katy. You can’t sleep with it on.”

Mom helped me take it off and I got up and put it in my jewelry box.

“Why did you give it to me today, Mom?”

“Because I think you’re a big girl now, Angel. You know two hundred dollars would have bought you a lot of comic books or a new bike.”

“I liked how it made me feel inside to give it away. Dang it! I’ll never trust a grownup again. Sheriff Johnson and Sandie weren’t supposed to say anything to you or anyone about it.”

“They didn’t. I haven’t seen or talked to either one of them.”

“Then how’d you know?”

Mom kissed my head and tucked me in and said, “Mothers know everything their child does. Don’t ever forget that. Goodnight and sweet dreams, Angel.”

I fell asleep wondering how Moms can do that.

It was Wednesday. It was after school and after I’d put on my play clothes I filled up the bird feeder. I didn’t see something under the snow and it got caught on my leg and I tripped and fell. My ankle hurt so much Mom took me to the emergency care place near the next town. It wasn’t broken but real sprained. I had to stay off it for a few days.

Mom stayed home from work and I stayed home from school. Mary would drop off my homework for me on her way home from school and pick it up in the morning to take to Mrs Collins for me. It was the best part of the day, getting to spend a little bit of time with Mary.

To do something besides watch TV Mom got out the old guitar and played the song she knew. She sang along with it. The next day she taught me how to play the song.

Friday afternoon Mary dropped my homework off. I told her I’d be back to school on Monday. She gave me a big kiss and went on home.

Late Saturday morning Mom came back from the farmers’ market. Mom said, “Mrs Collins will be by in a little bit. She has a test you missed Friday.”

I’d taken a bath that morning and was wearing clean pajamas. I’d been mostly on the couch or Mom’s bed because of my ankle.

The doorbell rang and Mom let Mrs Collins in. Mom had the wood stove going and I didn’t have my robe or a blanket on cause it was so warm. I felt really funny when Mrs Collins walked in and I was laying on the couch in just my pajamas.

Well, I took the test laying there while Mrs Collins visited with my mom in the kitchen. When I was done I yelled out and Mrs Collins graded it while sitting on the coffee table right next to me.

“Seventy five percent, Katy.” Mrs Collins said as she handed the test back to me. She went over the ones I’d got wrong while Mom sat in the easy chair listening to us.

Mrs Collins said something but I’d been daydreaming. I felt so weird being there in front of Mrs Collins in just my pajamas. I didn’t want to have the tingles down there but they started to happen. I tried to think of things that were awful so the tingles would go away.

Then I heard Mom say, “Katy! Mrs Collins asked you a question. I’m sorry, Kay. She just goes off in a daydream sometimes.”

“Yes, I’ve seen it happen to her many times. Mostly during math,” Mrs Collins said.

“I’m sorry. What did you ask me?”

“I asked if you were still having those dreams about me,” Mrs Collins said.

Now I felt my face get hot and my hands felt cold. I looked away down the hallway.

“Answer her, Katy.” Mom said.

I looked towards the kitchen and said, “Um, yeah, I still have them.”

I saw Mrs Collins look at Mom. Mrs Collins took my hand and held it.

Mrs Collins said, “It’s all right. Look at me, Katy.”

I looked at her.

“I bet,” Mrs Collins said, “That if I were to kiss you for real your dreams about me would stop. If I kissed you right now I’m sure you’d break up laughing or be grossed out. Shall we try?”

I didn’t think either of those things would happen but I said, “Okay, we could try kissing.”

Mrs Collins slowly moved off the coffee table on to her knees next to me and gently pressed her hot soft lips against mine. She pulled her head back and gave me a pretty smile. Her brown eyes looked sparkly.

Now I really had the tingles down there.

“Maybe we should do it again,” I suggested.

She moved her head back down towards mine.

When our lips met I reached up and put my arms around her neck. I opened my mouth a little and soon our tongues were in each other’s mouths. We kissed forever it felt like.

Then she pulled her head back and said, “Are you okay? Should we stop?”

“I’m okay.” I answered, “It’s just so warm in here.”

“Perhaps I should help you be more comfortable first.” Mrs Collins spoke softly to me.

I just lay there and she moved her hands up under my pajama tops. I hoped we’d get sexy but I didn’t think it would really happen but now she was pulling my pajama bottoms down. I lifted my hips up and she pulled them down to my knees. She couldn’t see anything cause my tops came way down to my thighs. She very carefully took them the rest of the way off me and put them on the back of the couch.

Mrs Collins ran her hands up and down my legs a few times. I could feel her fingertips like they were electric on me.

She said, “Still warm, Katy?”

My mouth got all dry so I just nodded my head “Yes”. I couldn’t believe I’d just kissed my teacher and now I was half naked.

“Then maybe we should take your top off too. Is that okay?” Mrs Collins asked me.

I nodded “Yes” again.

She said, “Sit up for me.”

I sat up and watched her unbutton my top and slide it off me and put it with my pajama bottoms. Then she had me lay back down. It was hotter than my dreams. There I was bare naked for real in front of Mrs Collins.

She looked at me up and down and said, “What a perfect little girl. Just perfect. Shall we kiss again?”

I nodded “Yes” again and held my arms out to her.

She moved her lips against mine again and I felt even hotter than before. She pulled her head back after a minute.

She smiled at me.

“You are a wonderful kisser,” Mrs Collins said.

Then she looked away from me. She moved back on her knees a few inches and said, “Yes, so beautiful. I can’t think of anything in the world more beautiful than a mother and daughter nude together.”

I wondered what she was talking about. I turned my head some and Mom was standing by the couch. I guess while we’d been doing all that kissing Mom had taken off all her clothes. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it. Me and Mom were both bare naked in front of my teacher.

Mom moved over by Mrs Collins and helped her stand up. Mom gave Mrs Collins a big long kiss. It looked so hot I had to put my hand over my little bare pussy and touch myself a little bit.

“In your dreams, Katy, how does Mrs Collins look?” Mom asked me after they stopped kissing.

I stared at Mrs Collins and Mom. Seeing them like that, Mom naked and Mrs Collins with all her clothes on made me get wetter.

“Well,” I started, “In my dreams she’s always dressed like I see her in school. But then she gets naked. Except there’s always something blocking my view. I know she’s naked but I can’t see nothing.”

Mom put a hand on Mrs Collins boob and started to rub it and then Mom said, “Well, Kay, why don’t you let her see you nude for real. Maybe that’s what she needs to make the dreams about you stop.”

I had to start to rub my pussy as I watched my mom slowly undress my teacher. I had my little come as I saw Mom get on her knees and tug down Mrs Collins panties.

They both stood together naked looking at me.

Mrs Collins looked a lot like her daughter, Amy, except Mrs Collins boobs were bigger and hung down some. Her nipples were bigger too and real hard. Mrs Collins had a big triangle of hair over her pussy. It looked like she trimmed it. Her hips were bigger and more curvy than Amy’s.

“Carol, did she just have a come?” Mrs Collins asked my mom.

Mom was playing with Mrs Collins nipples.

“Yes, Kay. She came just watching us. The thing is though, Katy has a come, then she continues and has a bigger come. Kay? Would you like to give my little nine-year-old daughter her big come?”

Mrs Collins looked at me.

“May I, Katy? May I give you your big come now?”

My voice sounded more high and squeaky than normal.

“Yes, please make me come again, Mrs Collins.”

Mrs Collins sure took her time. She planted hot kisses all over my face and ears and neck. She moved the kisses slowly down my chest spending time on each of my nipples. She kissed my hips and tummy. Then she moved to my knees and thighs and slowly kissed her way up to my pussy.

First she just kissed my wet slit lightly and gently. Next she started to use her tongue on it.

Mom bent over and whispered something in Mrs Collins ear.

Mrs Collins lifted her head a moment and said, “Oh, really?”

Then Mrs Collins said to me, “Turn over on your tummy.”

After I turned over, Mrs Collins said, “I love your ass. Just a perfect ass, I love it.”

Then she put a couch pillow under my tummy and my butt was sticking up in the air.

I felt her lick my pussy before she put a finger up my tight little pussy hole. Then she began to lick my butt hole.

I was rubbing my clit against the pillow while she slowly moved her finger around in my pussy and quickly moved her tongue in and out of my asshole.

I put my face against the couch and yelled, “Oh, golly fuck! Don’t stop! I’m… coming!”

I moaned and sighed and laughed and wiggled and my toes went all numb.

It seemed like I came a long time. And after I’d stopped coming, Mrs Collins kept kissing my butt cheeks and legs and back.

Mom knelt down by Mrs Collins.

Mom said to me, “Turn back over on your back.”

Then she moved the pillow out from under me.

After I was on my back again Mom said to Mrs Collins, “Now kiss her pussy some more and then kiss me.”

Mrs Collins licked my pussy again for a few minutes and I had another little come. Then she kissed my mom.

They were both on their knees and as they kissed they pressed their tits together and grabbed each other’s ass.

They stopped kissing and moved back from each other a little and started rubbing each other’s pussy. They looked like they might come. Then all of a sudden Mom stopped. Mom got up and half knelt on the couch. She put her pussy over my face.

Mom said, “Show Mrs Collins what a good little pussy eater you are.”

Then Mom slowly lowered herself enough till I could start licking her. I licked her till she seemed like she might cum then she stood up and got back on her knees on the floor and kissed me on the mouth.

After Mom broke the kiss she said, “I just love tasting my pussy on my little Angel’s face. Now stand up, Kay. I want Katy to lick you now.”

Mom helped position Mrs Collins over my face.

Mrs Collins pussy came slowly toward my mouth. I loved looking at her pussy lips. They were all swollen and wet.

As they reached my mouth I started licking them. Mrs Collins bent forward some and I stuck two fingers in her pussy and sucked her clit. She cupped my pussy with her hand.

I heard Mom say, “It’s all right, Kay. Just go ahead and come right on Katy’s face. She loves it.”

And Mrs Collins did come right on my face.

After we all kind of got over our comes we sat around naked talking. The grownups reminded me this was a secret between us. Later Mrs Collins left and me and Mom just had the rest of the day kind of quiet.

When Mom tucked me in that night I wondered to myself if that was the end of my sex dreams about Mrs Collins.

I woke up in the morning having a sex dream about Mrs Collins and her daughter.

I told Mom about when I came downstairs.

Mom laughed and said, “Well, it was worth a try anyway.”

I said, “I’m glad it didn’t work. I liked the dream I had. But I really liked having sex with Mrs Collins. Mom? Do you think maybe someday it could happen for real?”

“Could what happen?”

“That I might have sex with Amy and her mom at the same time.”

Mom kissed my head and asked what I wanted for breakfast. She didn’t give me an answer.

Continue on to Chapter 29