Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

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Carolyn answered the door, looking devastated, and Daphne was silently ushered into the living room where Donna and Candace waited. She could see that all three had been crying, but the tears seemed to be dried up for now.

Daphne sat facing her sister, keeping her legs closed to prevent her sister from seeing she was not wearing panties. That would have to occur at just the right time. She was armed with the knowledge that she wouldn’t be going to jail and that if her idea didn’t work, she’d be permanently banned from seeing the girls anyway. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and she hoped this desperate measure worked.

“So,” Daphne said as a way to get the conversation started.

“Yes, so,” said Donna. “As in so what made you think having sex with my daughters was okay?”

“The fact that they love it,” Daphne answered. “And so do I.”

“That has nothing to do with it!”

“On the contrary, it has everything to do with it! Look at them, Donna! They’re beautiful, well-adjusted, happy. They don’t get into trouble at school, at home, or in public. I don’t know if you realize this or not, but you have nearly perfect daughters!”

“I’m aware of that!” Donna nearly shouted.

“Now, I’m back to ‘so,’ as in so what’s the problem here? I love it, they love it, and they obviously love me, you, and each other. Besides, it’s only slightly more than what you and I did when we were kids.”

The two daughters looked at their mother with wide-eyed shock. Their aunt and their mom had sex with each other when they were girls? This was quite a revelation.

“Daphne, please. No,” Donna said, putting her hand to her throat in embarrassment.

“Sorry, sis. It’s time they knew, especially since you are now doing your best to end what your daughters and I have done with each other. They need to know you aren’t completely without experience with other girls, specifically your own sister. They’ll understand the attraction, believe me.”

Donna blushed a deep red, much as Candace had just a little while ago when Donna had learned her ten-year-old had orgasms.

“Mom, you mean you and Aunt Daphne… messed around with each other when you were kids?” Carolyn asked.

“It was a long time ago,” said Donna, “when we were just teenagers. We stopped when I was sixteen. Now that it led to this, I wish we’d never done it.”

“Really?” Daphne asked. “Don’t blame yourself for any of this, Donna. You’re not to blame. I would have eventually sought out other girls for sex anyway. Besides, don’t make what we did ugly. It was beautiful.”

Donna blushed again and looked down at the floor. She’s right, of course. It was beautiful. And now, instead of having sex with me, Daphne is having sex with my girls. My own daughters are enjoying her body now. It’s so… Donna stopped her thoughts with a mental jolt. Am I jealous?

Donna looked back at her sister again. What she saw rendered her speechless.

Daphne was now leaning against the back of the chair with her legs spread. Her skirt was hiked up to her hips and her pussy was on full display. The closely trimmed pubic hair was already wet with her juices. Her fingers lightly massaged her inner labia, smearing the fluids around.

“What are you doing?” asked Donna.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m masturbating. You used to watch me do this all the time. You loved watching me. Or at least that’s what you said.”

“But…” Donna began, but stopped when she realized she had no idea what she was about to say before looking at her daughters. Carolyn and Candace were staring at their aunt, their eyes following every move of the fingers slowly wetting themselves in the open pussy.

“I love watching your daughters do this, too,” Daphne said, beginning to increase the tempo of her self-gratification. “They love to masturbate.”

“Daphne, please,” Donna pleaded with her sister. “You shouldn’t be doing that.”

“They’ve seen me do this many times,” Daphne said, glancing at the girls. “They still love to watch me… and each other. Besides, that’s not what you said the first time I did this in front of you, Donna,” Daphne said. “Remember? I was nine. A year younger than Candace is now. And do you know when I started with Carolyn? She was only eight. Only a year younger than I was the first time I did this for you.”

Like her daughters, Donna couldn’t seem to remove her gaze from her sister’s pussy. Memories flooded back to her at the sight. She remembered the first time they had eaten each other’s pussies. Oddly, she could not recall the last time, but she knew she was sixteen then and Daphne was fourteen. Daphne’s bush was fuller then. Yes, she thought, I remember many things.

She remembered the time they skipped school just to have a full day together when they were 14 and 12.

The times they would finger each other in the back seat of the car, a blanket covering their laps, when they were on long, boring trips with their parents.

The times they would sneak into each other’s room in the middle of the night to relieve what they jokingly called “the hornies” because…

Because it was more fun to do it with each other than alone. Much more.

And Donna especially remembered the time Daphne had the Sheffield twins over for the night and she had lain in her bed, masturbating to numerous orgasms as she listened to her sister make love with them, all the while wishing she hadn’t ended the fun between them while trying to convince herself that wasn’t why she was masturbating. Trying to tell herself it was just the idea of sex in the next room.

Donna faced it now. She had missed their times together. Sure, she had discovered sex with boys, but she missed the delicate sex she had with her sister. She missed how they both knew exactly what to do to give the other the best orgasms. She missed how they could count on each other.

Donna suddenly realized that she was indeed jealous of her daughters. They not only were able to have sex with her sister long after she had forced herself to refrain from the same thing, but they also had each other and seemed not only happy for it to continue, but also insistent that it be allowed to go on.

She looked over at Carolyn and Candace. She loved them more than life itself. She could see they were extremely turned on from watching their aunt pleasure herself. She chuckled inwardly as she thought to herself, They have a bad case of the hornies.

Then she looked at her sister. Her hand was moving quickly over her mound. The sound of her fingers wetly caressing her center — the clit she once loved to kiss, suck, lick, and nibble — seemed like an invitation.

“You know you loved it,” said Daphne, temporarily interrupting the image that had begun to grow in Donna’s mind, an image of herself between her sister’s thighs, licking and sucking her pussy.

Before she realized what she was doing, Donna stood up and closed the short distance between her and the offered mound with its hard nub of flesh seeming to draw her the way the flame draws moths. She forgot about her daughters, who were watching all this as if they were in a sexual trance. Getting down on all fours, Donna moved into place.

Carolyn and Candace watched as their mother knelt in front of their aunt and placed her face no more than an inch from the soaked pussy. They watched as Donna breathed in the aromas that were rising from Daphne’s slit. Then Donna leaned forward as their aunt spoke.

“Please, Donna. Do me again. Please?”

Daphne’s head thrust back as her sister made contact with her clit. She could feel the familiar mouth slathering saliva on her mound. She felt Donna’s tongue mixing that saliva with the juices that were flowing from her vagina to coat the sensitive flesh.

Daphne looked over to see what her nieces were doing as their mother began to make oral love to her own sister. She knew they would be okay with this. After all, they loved to do this same thing with each other.

It was Daphne’s intention to have them do this with their mother as well.

She signaled to them to move to her and remove their clothes. They complied. Forgotten was the misery of having their old secret discovered. Now, their pussies were leaking fluids to moisten and lubricate their slits.

Daphne reached out and started to finger the two girls’ pussies. “You are both so wet,” she said to them, prompting their mother to look at what was happening.

Donna considered stopping this for just a brief second. Ending it once again. Then she realized to do so would be denying her daughters and herself what they all really wanted. Smiling into her sister’s pussy, Donna decided to allow it to happen, whatever it was.

She continued licking her younger sister and tried to remember everything they had done as children and teenagers. She chastised herself for thinking they needed to grow up and stop their incestuous relationship. She realized now that this had caused both of them to miss out on some wonderful times together.

Donna then felt her own clothing being removed. Her daughters were no longer having their pussies caressed by their aunt. They were busy taking off her clothes, stripping her naked for everyone to enjoy.

Everyone. That word meant her daughters would enjoy her.

And she would enjoy them. She shuddered involuntarily with the thrill the image caused.

Now she knew what it was. And she decided to follow her instincts and allow it to happen. She knew then that by the end of this little orgy, she would taste her daughters, and they would taste her.

Strangely, this had a quieting effect on Donna. The realization that she wanted this to happen allowed an enormous weight to be lifted from her shoulders.

The quieting effect, however, was confined to her conscience. It did not extend to her pussy, which was burning with desire. Her need was anything but quieted.

Soon, her daughters had her clothes off. She was totally naked in front of them for the first time in many years. Her girls were on either side of her, and she felt a hand from each of them move to her breasts and begin playfully tweaking her nipples and squeezing her boobs. She felt their other hands move to caress her butt and pussy, touching her butthole playfully and massaging her labia and clit. She realized they had done this exact thing with her sister before. She would have to compliment Daphne on her teaching skills.

Eager hands explored her most sensitive areas down there. Paul did not like asshole play, but apparently her daughters did. She recalled loving how her sister would play with her butt, tickling and sometimes entering her small rosebud to finger that sensitive area. Now she felt one of her daughters, probably Carolyn, moving to where she could get her mouth on her mother’s pussy.

She felt the first contact of her daughter’s lips on her own more sensitive ones. Felt the tongue slide into the crevice created by her inner labia to massage her swollen clit.

And at that moment, she came.

She spasmed and rocked, all while doing her best to maintain contact with Daphne’s pussy. Then Daphne was coming. Her hips rose from the cushion of the chair and she grunted out her orgasm, combining her voice with the grunts and moans coming from Donna.

Donna realized that now two heads were down at her pussy, and both her daughters were licking her. Their heads were apparently jammed together to allow them to tongue her simultaneously. She could feel the tongues abandon her pussy once her orgasm had subsided. When they didn’t return, she turned her head to look behind her.

Carolyn and Candace were kissing. Their tongues intertwining, dancing a tango of erotic touches. Now each girl had a hand at the other’s pussy, rubbing, massaging, fingering.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Daphne asked, moving to where she could put her arms around her sister from her sitting position.

“Gorgeous,” Donna answered. She looked at her sister and smiled. “I suppose I should thank you.”

“You already did. I’ve missed this with you. And now you have two other sisters for you to bring up and allow to be who they are.”

“They’ll always be like this, won’t they? Always be lovers as well as sisters,” Donna said, struck again by the beauty of her daughters in such an intimate and erotic embrace.

“As long as one of them doesn’t take a stupid pill and decide they have to stop,” Daphne answered with a grin.

“We’ll make sure that never happens,” said Donna and was struck by the number of years she had wasted being an “adult,” as if being an adult disallowed having sexual fun with whomever she truly wanted, regardless of the connection between the lovers.

Donna now moved to her daughters and coaxed them to lie down on the carpeted floor. Removing two sofa pillows from the couch, she had each girl place her ass on the pillows for comfort and some slight elevation from the floor to allow easier access.

She started with Carolyn, moving to her pussy and breathing in the aromas from her center.

She felt Daphne moving to where she could lick and suck Candace’s pussy.

“We’ll trade off,” Daphne said. “No way am I leaving this stunningly beautiful pussy to lie there and wait for you. Isn’t her hairless pussy stunningly beautiful, Donna?”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s delicious, too,” Daphne added.

With that, the two women moved their mouths to the young sisters’ mounds. Donna had the first taste of her older daughter while Daphne enjoyed Candace’s well-known flavors.

The girls squirmed at the contact and leaned in to kiss each other while being licked below. Candace moved one hand to her sister’s boobs and began to play with them as well, increasing the enjoyment for her sister. The sister she loved more than anyone else in the world.

Donna relished this moment, tasting her daughter’s nectar for the first time. It certainly would not be the last time, however. She loved exploring the folds that seemed to hide small gardens of pleasure for both herself and Carolyn. She licked every crevice, nibbled the tender flesh. In other words, she made passionate oral love to her.

After a few minutes, though, Donna could stand it no longer. She had to find out what it felt and tasted like to lick Candace’s hairless pussy. She sat up and tapped Daphne, indicating she wanted to trade partners now.

She moved to Candace and looked down at the bare pussy. She was a bright pink inside her slit. Donna could see the small button of her clit as it rose from beneath the clitoral hood. She saw that the little girl was wet with both her own juices and her aunt’s saliva.

Moving closer still, she breathed in the subtle scent. Then, while doing her best to seer the image and memory of this first act into her mind the way she had with Carolyn, Donna placed her mouth on her daughter’s sex, loving the feel of the hairless, fleshy lips, and began to do her best to give her little one an orgasm.

Within moments, each woman knew the girls were getting very close to coming. Then, in the breath of a heartbeat, the younger sisters began to buck and grunt as their orgasms filled them with pleasure and satisfaction.

Carolyn shuddered as the orgasm spread throughout her body, belting out a series of “Oh Gods” and “Fucks” into the living room, not caring that her mother heard.

Candace spasmed and sounded a high-pitched squealing that echoed off the walls. She bucked and squirmed as her mother brought her to the first orgasm she would ever give her.

The women and girls formed a daisy chain after this and swapped partners several times until they had had their fill of orgasms for that day. Each girl had been able to lick their mother into orgasm, and each woman had enjoyed giving the young girls intense pleasure. Carolyn and Candace also ended up at one point in a sixty-nine while their mother and aunt watched.

They lost count of the orgasms.

Now lying in a heap of beautiful female flesh, Carolyn decided it wasn’t a bad idea to let her mom know about Becca.

“I can’t wait for Becca to spend the night again,” she said. “You want to lick her too, Mom? I know she’d love it.”

“You mean you and Becca have sex too?” Donna asked, no longer angry about such things, just surprised.

“She was here yesterday when Aunt Daphne showed up,” Carolyn answered.

“Oh, God, Donna. She’s marvelous in bed!” Daphne said.

“I can’t wait then,” said Donna. “Your dad has to be out of town from Tuesday through Friday of this week. Maybe you could have her over one of those nights?”

“Tuesday,” said Candace. “The sooner the better.”

The woman and girls all laughed at that. After a few minutes, they decided it was time to get cleaned up before they got caught lying naked on the living room carpet.

Donna and Daphne shared a goodbye kiss while the younger girls looked on.

What had seemed tragic had become a blessing instead.

Continue on to Chapter 20