Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Joy of Sex-E Mail Correspondence

By Cheryl Taggert

About a week later, I decided to email Gina and find out what was happening to her and her family regarding the mutual desires of her and her girls. While it was true the girls’ father also desired his daughters, or at least Lynn, I was not that interested in what happened there. It was Gina and the girls I was most interested in keeping up with.

In my email, I also mentioned the woman who apparently saw us kissing good-bye, wondering what happened there. Here is the exchange of emails, starting with my first to her since they’d gone home…

July 18: Hi, Gina! Anything fun going on at your house yet? I can’t wait to hear about it if something has happened. In the meantime, I noticed a woman about your age was at the hotel and must have seen our rather passionate good-bye kiss. She smiled and waved at me as I pulled away before rushing to you and calling, “Hey!” I saw you stop and talk to her. Were there any developments there? She seemed happy to have seen us like that. Love, Cheryl

July 19: Hey, Cheryl! First, no real developments here yet. I have managed to catch Lori playing with herself one evening at bath time, but nothing significant. She stopped immediately when I entered the bathroom. I so wanted to tell her not to worry that it was fine with me if she played with herself but I just couldn’t manage to talk about it for some reason.

The woman who saw us was very much interested in getting to know me better, but in all honesty I was already rather sore from the combination of the night before with Evan and that day with you. Plus, there was nobody to watch the kids and Evan and I had already planned a final night out for dinner at Mi Casa. Mexican food is one of our favorites, and we’d heard the food there was great (it was!), so I exchanged email addresses with her and we’ve done some corresponding. She is very interested in getting together there next summer if we can manage it, or perhaps she and I can plan a weekend together. At least, that’s where things seem to be headed.

I’ll let you know if anything else develops on the home front. Love you! Gina

July 19: I certainly understand about soreness. I didn’t touch my pussy for a few days myself. If you arrange a weekend with her and would like a menage a trois, let me know.  😉

July 23: My lovely Cheryl! It has happened! And it was everything I hoped it would be and more! Here’s the scoop, as promised. I have provided what was said and done to the best of my memory:

I decided I would have to set things up in a way that Lynn would be “busy” when I got home from somewhere, since Lynn was obviously not going to just drop her pants in the den and masturbate with me at home, and I don’t barge into the girls’ bedroom when their door is closed. (Yes, they share a bedroom. Did they tell you that? At least now I know my frequent fantasies involving that have really happened.)

I told her I was going to run some errands (a lie) and wouldn’t be home for at least three hours (another lie) and told her to be sure to put away the DVD’s she and Lori had watched the afternoon before. This last was a set-up. You see Evan and I have several adult movies on DVD, and I decided to load one (one with a lot of girl-girl sex in it) into the player, as if Evan and I had watched it the night before after Lynn and Lori had gone to bed. I knew Lynn would remove the movie in the player if told to put away their movies, and the picture on the DVD left nothing to the imagination as far as what the movie on it was about. I figured that Lynn would think I had forgotten to clean things up after her father and I had watched the movie, which is something I’ve actually done before in the heat of the moment of passion, only to remember the next morning and take it out and put it away.

I thought the girls might get interested in watching an X-rated DVD if they knew I would be gone for at least three hours, and of course they did.

I waited about a half hour or so before returning home, having stopped for a latte and scone to enjoy to take the necessary time. When I entered, oh my, the sight that greeted my lustful gaze!

The girls were both naked on a blanket on the floor, with the DVD playing away, and Lori was between Lynn’s thighs, her mouth glued to her sister’s pussy! Lynn was facing away from me, and the DVD was playing rather loudly, so neither of them heard me pull into the driveway or enter the house. Lori, of course, was too occupied with bringing her sister off to notice me. In fact, her eyes were closed and she seemed to be savoring the delicious flavor of her sister’s immature juices.

I moved behind a wall briefly so I could remove my clothes before stepping out again to watch them. When I stepped out, they were still in the same position, only now Lynn was obviously getting very close to what appeared to be a massive orgasm, if her squirming was any sign of how much she was enjoying her little sister’s oral copulation with her most sensitive area.

I could feel the juices from my pussy coating my insides. The warmth of these fluids spread throughout my vagina and covered my labia and clit. I reached down to my wet slit and ran my middle finger from my vagina to my clit, shuddering as the finger came in contact with my magic button.

I watched as Lori licked and sucked her sister. I had moved to where I could see them with little chance they would see me. I was on fire and realized I needed to move quickly before Lynn came. I wasn’t sure what would happen then—if Lynn, having come, would call a halt to the lovemaking or if she would then get her baby sister off as well. Lori could have already come for all I knew. I just wasn’t sure, and I couldn’t take a chance the loveliness would end.

Stepping forward into the room, I said, “Hello, girls.”

It was as if I had touched them with a live wire. They immediately scrambled for cover, as if I’d never seen them naked before, covering their bodies in sudden shame for what they’d been doing. They paid little attention to me at all. None, in fact. They had heard my voice and immediately assumed the worst. I couldn’t blame them, really. If my sister and I had been caught as they had just been, we would have reacted the same way.

“We’re sorry, Mommy!” came tumbling out of Lynn’s mouth, the mouth I longed to kiss as a lover kisses her partner. The mouth my pussy craved.

“Yes, we’re sorry!” said Lori, still hiding her face from my view and thus, from seeing my nudity.

I continued to stroke my clit, keeping it on a strong simmer in anticipation for what I yearned for and hoped would happen. After all, the girls may have told you they wanted to have sex with me, but little girls change their minds. Would they still want to have sex with their mother? I find it odd I hadn’t thought of that until that moment, and embarrassment flooded my body at the thought I might be rejected.

At that point, though, there could be no going back. If they rejected me and my desires, I would just have to live with that. I suddenly realized that even if they chose not to pursue a sexual relationship with me, I would still allow them to be with each other, and without guilt. Guilt plagued my sister and me over the years; I would not allow that to happen to my daughters.

Biting the bullet, I asked, “What are you sorry for?”

Both girls looked at me, the obvious question on their faces: What do you mean, what are we sorry for? We were engaged in oral sex with each other! We were watching one of your sex DVDs! The questions that at first were written on their faces changed to a different question: Why are you naked? Then knowledge began to dawn, and the questioning looks were gradually replaced with looks of disbelief, quickly followed by sheer joy as if I had just told them Santa Claus was outside with presents for them in the middle of summer.

I grinned at them, telling them in that smile that yes, they were not dreaming, that I was naked and that we were definitely going to enjoy ourselves together that afternoon—if they wanted to.

Yes, Cheryl, even at that point, I was determined they would be the ones to choose what happened next and throughout the day, the week, the coming years. I refused to ever have them think that what we did was ever forced upon them. This was their choice, and if one decided to pursue the sexual relationship her mother was offering and the other didn’t, then the one who chose to abstain would not be made to feel guilt or remorse. Her decision would be welcomed with as much acceptance as the choice to say “Yes” would have been.

But they were each jumping up and down with glee, so I think I had my answer, but I wanted to be absolutely certain they understood.

“First, Cheryl mentioned you were both interested in having sex with me—and even your father, but we’ll have to wait on that until we all understand the ground rules for his being included. For now, I want you both to know that if you decide—ever—to not have sex with me, even if we’ve been having sex for some time, I am fine with that. This is your choice, and it’s a choice for each of you. You don’t need to have the same decision. I want to enjoy each of you sexually, and I want you to enjoy me, but that is always up to you, each and every day the opportunity arises.”

“I want to!” said Lori.

“Me, too!” shouted Lynn, and the deal was set. It was what I hoped for, what I yearned and hungered for, and it was finally about to happen.

I will tell you now, Cheryl, that my desires began when they were very young. I first noticed my desire to one day engage in sex with Lynn when she was still a baby and was sucking my nipple for her nourishment. Nursing made me feel so connected to her, and I was actually very surprised that there was a sexual thrill involved with having my baby suck my breast. I have heard that nearly all women feel this, but I am sexual enough that it made me hope that one day we could be lovers and I could teach her to suckle me again, not for nourishment, but to build sexual desire in us both. Of course, when Lori came along, I was ready for the thrill it gave me to nurse her, and I resumed my habit of masturbating to orgasms while nursing that I had begun with Lynn.

Evan saw me doing that one day and his interest was piqued, to say the least. He even got me to fondle their pussies at that very tender age, but I stopped as soon as they were old enough to stop nursing. They seemed to enjoy my intimate touches, but they had no say in whether or not I continued, so I stopped.

As they accepted my offer of lesbian incest, the movie they’d been watching was still running. Appropriately, there was a threesome with only girls on the screen at that moment, and I pointed it out. “Do you two like the movie I chose for you to watch when I left?”

They stared first at each other and then at me, their mouths dropped open in utter disbelief. They’d been set up, and they were just fine with that, thank you very much.

I sat them both on the sofa and had them spread their legs, with Lori’s left leg draped over Lynn’s right. “Watch the movie and enjoy it while I do something I’ve longed to do for many years now.”

They sat back and as my mouth moved from one girl to the other, sighs could be heard clearly over the sound of the moaning girls on the TV screen. I began by kissing the insides of their thighs, trailing wet kisses up and down between their pussies and their knees. My tongue bathed these tender areas as I moved slowly up and down each girl’s thigh, alternating between each girl and then each thigh as they watched the sex on the screen, occasionally turning to each other to kiss briefly.

“Mommy, are you going to lick our pussies?” asked Lori, obviously getting a bit impatient, but that was fine too.

“Yes, Sweetpea, Mommy is going to lick your pussies until you come on Mommy’s tongue and lips.”

“Do it soon!” she whined, pushing her hips up to try to entice me to lick her hairless mound and slit. This girl knows what she wants!

As I moved to Lynn, Lori put her hand on her pussy. Ah, she was going to finish what I had more or less started. I stopped her. “No, Sweetpea, let Mommy do it. It will feel so much better when you do finally come. Believe me. You will love it.”

She stopped rubbing her slit, but the impatience was evident in her face. Her look said, “Okay, I’ll give you some time to get me off, but if you take too long, I am going to take matters into my own hands—literally.”

I decided to end her impatience and bring her to glorious orgasm. After tonguing Lynn for a moment, I returned to Lori.

I sliced my tongue between the lips of her small pussy as I had been doing, but this time I didn’t stop with just one swipe through this particular heaven. My tongue began to vibrate on her tiny nub of a clit, moving back and forth across it as fast as my tongue could go. I looked into my younger daughter’s eyes and communicated silently that, yes, it was time for her to come.

Her red face was bathed in sweat and desire. She watched as my tongue swam hurriedly through her fluids, applying the necessary pressure to her clit to get it to the orgasm she wanted so badly.

In seconds she was bucking her hips against my mouth and nearly screaming as she came. I could feel the spasmodic contractions of the muscles in her pussy as waves of joy washed over her, spreading from her very center, where those convulsions had their birth. Each muscular contraction of her vagina brought whimpers of joy and satisfaction from her. I could barely believe she was so young. Her orgasms were more like those of a woman my age. Full. Complete. Volcanic. I suppose the times with Lynn had taught her body to have more mature orgasms. What a lucky girl she is.

Lori lay back and watched with hooded eyes as I turned back to Lynn and began to urge the beginnings of her climax from her. I did what I’d been doing before—coaxing the orgasm from my daughter’s depths slowly by seducing her with little kisses and licks all over her lower body. I would stop with only one swipe of my tongue across her clit, which was definitely a bit larger and more noticeable than Lori’s, and Lynn would buck into my mouth with each of those tantalizing touches with my tongue on that fleshy bundle of nerve endings.

Soon, I could feel the need in her just as I had felt the impatient need in Lori. Lynn, being older, seemed to understand that postponing her orgasm would make it that much better. I was amazed at her sexual maturity, not in a physical sense but a mental and spiritual one.

My tongue began the same fast dance across her labia and clit that Lori had enjoyed. Lynn’s body began to quiver and vibrate with the ecstasy of desire that was coursing through her body at that moment. She was close. So close I wondered if she could feel her orgasm’s vibrations before they touched her, which is what happens to me when I am about to have a more powerful orgasm than usual. She began to undulate beneath my lips and tongue, and finally the orgasm began to whip through her, causing her body to heave and bounce with the sheer pleasure of it.

As with Lori, I felt her vaginal contractions coursing through her body at light speed, causing her orgasm to emanate outward from her center to engulf her entire being. Throbbing and shuddering sped through her body like lightning. Her sighs and moans seemed to echo in my brain as I lay back, knowing I had finally done what I’d wanted to do for over a decade now.

The wait was worth it, Cheryl, and I have you to thank for it.

Finally, I lay back and announced, “It’s my turn!”

Two gorgeous and sexy little girls came to my rescue. They started with my boobs and moved down to my tummy and thighs, doing to me what I had done to them, licking, sucking, and kissing until I was a mass of shivering flesh in need of a powerful orgasm.

Finally, two mouths were fastened to my sex. I looked at them. My juices, which seemed to be gushing from me, covered their faces. Wet smiles greeted me until the smiling mouths went back to work on my pussy. I was in heaven. It may have been my own personal heaven, but it was enough of heaven for me at that moment.

The sisters, my daughters, went to work on my clit in earnest. A tongue on each side of my pussy licked at the tiny pebble that contained a mountain of lust and desire. My orgasm approached with surprising suddenness. I felt the vibrations before my orgasm hit, like an earthquake can be felt approaching, and my pussy simply exploded into an orgasm that made me feel as if I could never feel anything better. Never in my life. Never in a thousand lives. This was the best orgasm, the best anything, anyone could ever experience. Sensation wrapped me up and cuddled me while I went through a wild dance of purest delight.

When we had all caught our breath, I suggested a shower. That was another experience I will never forget, watching my little girls bathe each other and me in a most sensual and lovely way. I ended up getting myself off while they actually lay on the floor of my large shower stall and performed a lovely sixty-nine.

I still haven’t told Evan, but I will soon. I just want it to be mine for a few days longer. The girls understand and have yet to say a word in Evan’s presence about what we did.

My life is perfection now. THANK YOU!!!

Cheryl, I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this. Let me know, okay?

All my love,
Gina

July 24: Oh, my GOD, Gina!!! That was unbelievable! Do you know how often I’ve come already just from reading that? FIVE!

I am so happy for you and the girls! Please write more, but you can keep the details about what they do to Evan out of it. (Funny, but until you mentioned his name in the email, I didn’t even know it. Shows how interested I am in taking your husband from you. LOL!)

I am much more interested in what you do with them—and what they do with each other. 🙂

Love ya lots!
Cheryl

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