Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Broadening My Horizons

By Cheryl Taggert

“What do you mean? You think my mom wants us to catch her?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I sorta get these intuitions about things sometimes. I’m almost never wrong.”

“Well, this is one of those times you ARE wrong,” said Elizabeth.

“Maybe,” I said. “But I don’t think I am.”

We all got dressed again and snuck downstairs. Mom and Mrs. Carter were fully dressed again, sitting in the living room and actually chatting. They had freshened up and there was no hint of what had been happening just a little while before. Mom looked at us as we entered the room and smiled at me. It was one of those “yes, it was great” smiles that I recognized easily. She stood up.

“Well, I guess I should be going now. Cheryl, I want to talk to you for a minute before I leave. Would you come out to the car with me?”

I followed her out, wondering what she wanted to tell me.

“I managed to get into a rather intimate conversation with Jesse,” she began. Jesse was Deanna’s mom. “She told me she thinks the two of you are messing around. I didn’t tell her I knew everything about the two of you and what you did together, of course, but I did mention that I had spied the two of you with your hands in each other’s pants, as if I’d caught you and let you alone. She accepted it and even looked a bit jealous of the two of you. She told me that she and her cousin, who is a year older, used to fool around when they were kids and even got into oral sex. She wanted to know if you’d ever possibly gotten a look at some of my videos and were experimenting with Deanna, sort of doing what you’d seen. I told her I wouldn’t be surprised and that I believed that allowing a girl to mature sexually as nature saw fit was the best way to be as a mother. She agreed. Then she asked me if I thought that the two of you might have tried oral sex with each other, and I said it wouldn’t surprise me. She seemed okay with that as well.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Because. Deanna’s dad is out of town this weekend. Jesse is going to be sleeping alone.”

The light dawned on me. “You want me to seduce her?”

“Yes. She will probably be a lot more open to it than she realizes. She sounded so wistful when she talked about her and her cousin. They started messing around when she was ten and her cousin eleven. Frankly, I think she misses eating young-girl pussy.”

“You got all that from her conversation with you about Deanna and me?”

“I have my intuitions too, you know. Anyway, come up with some reason to enter her room tonight. I think both of you will be pleased at what happens.” With that, she leaned down and pecked me on the lips. “Mmm… Deanna.” She smiled. She could smell Deanna’s pussy on my lips.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked. I could not smell Ms. Carter on my mother’s mouth, so I guess they had cleaned up better than we kids had.

She nodded and got into the car. Starting it, she backed out and waved to me as she drove away.

I turned and went back inside, hatching my plan. I decided how to begin before getting to the door.

“What did your mom want?” Deanna asked when I was back inside.

“She just wanted to tell me to mind myself and she’d pick me up tomorrow at ten.”

“Your mom is very nice,” said Ms. Carter. I looked at her and she had a faraway look in her eyes, as if she were replaying the sex she’d had with Mom.

“She told me to be sure to thank you for letting me stay over,” I said and walked up to her. She looked down at me and I said, “Well, bend down so I can thank you.” She leaned over and I put my arms around her neck and kissed her. It was a closed-mouth kiss, nothing overtly erotic, but I held it long enough to make sure she could smell the pussy on my lips. When she stood, she was looking down at me with a slightly shocked expression. I smiled at her and winked, licking my lips just a little bit as I did. I knew she had smelled her daughter on my lips, and she blushed a bright red at my boldness.

I looked at Deanna and said, “Let’s go back to your room and play some more games.” Then looking at Elizabeth I added, “You gonna come too?” Elizabeth, not understanding everything that had just passed between her mom and me, nor knowing what my mom had said to me before leaving, answered innocently, “Sure if you want me to play.”

“Well, of course,” I said. “A third person makes the game so much better.”

By her look, I could see that Elizabeth got my double meaning of that comment, but of course she still had no idea her mom did as well.

“Race ya,” I said to the sisters and started for the stairs. They were both nearer than I, which was my plan, and they started upstairs before I could reach the first step. When I got there, I turned back to look at Ms. Carter, who was watching me. In fact, I think she’d been looking at my butt. She looked up when she noticed me stop and turn. I smiled at her as if to say, “Yes, I’m going upstairs to have sex with both your daughters” and started up to Deanna’s room.

“Beat you!” I heard Elizabeth say from upstairs as I slowly went up one step at a time. When I got to the landing, I turned. Ms. Carter had watched my ascent. I could see from her expression that she’d enjoyed it, yet I could also see the guilt there for having liked watching my ass as I went up the stairs.

I wanted to make sure she knew exactly what was going to happen in that bedroom in a few minutes, so looking directly into her eyes, I reached for my waistband and pulled my shorts down to mid-thigh. I had not put on my panties before coming downstairs, so she got a good look at my bald but horny pussy. She was silent, watching my every move. I decided to go all the way and quickly took off my shirt and pushed my shorts to the floor. I was naked. I could almost see her drooling, in spite of any guilt she might be feeling for getting turned on looking at the naked nine-year-old best friend of her daughter. I stepped forward, turned my back to her, and leaned over to retrieve my shorts. My ass was burning from the stare I knew I was getting. I stood up, looked at her again, and offered her a teasing wave of my hand before walking down the hallway to Deanna’s room.

When I entered, I closed the door but didn’t lock it. Deanna and Elizabeth, who were both still dressed although neither wore panties underneath, were wide-eyed.

“When did you get naked?” asked Deanna.

“In the hall.”

“What if my mom had seen you?”

I wasn’t going to tell them what I’d done, so I said, “She’s still downstairs. How would she see me from there? X-ray vision?” I laughed.

“Fuck!” said Elizabeth, laughing too. “You are really something else!”

I looked at them. “So why are you both still dressed?”

As they got naked again, Elizabeth said, “You shouldn’t use those double meanings like that. My mom isn’t as unaware as you think.”

“I don’t think she’s unaware at all,” I said. “In fact, I think she knows exactly what I was talking about.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” said Deanna. “She might suspect, but she can’t KNOW.”

I walked up to Elizabeth. “Smell my lips,” I said. She sniffed. “They smell like Deanna’s pussy. So what?”

I just stood there, waiting for them to connect the dots for themselves.

“Holy shit!” said Elizabeth. “You kissed our mom on the mouth!”

Deanna looked like she might burst into tears. “Why would you do that? Now she will KNOW we are eating each other. I mean, she knew we were messing around, but not that.”

“She already knew. My mom all but told her.”

“What?!” they said, almost in unison. I nearly laughed.

Instead, I told them what my mom had said out by our car, though I left out the part about seducing their mom.

“You mean Mom and her cousin–” Deanna began. I nodded.

“Her cousin Kelly is the only one of her cousins a year older than she is,” said Elizabeth. Then she just looked at me. “Wow,” was all she said.

“And Mom was only ten?” asked Deanna.

“Wow,” Elizabeth repeated. I looked at them and could see their minds working, probably imagining their mom with her cousin when they were young.

“I wonder if they still fool around,” said Deanna. “Kelly visits about once a year.”

“Who knows?” I said. “But they’re stupid if they don’t.”

The three of us looked at each other–and burst out laughing. But in the silence before the laughter–in that split second–I heard something the others didn’t because I was still standing next to the closed door. I heard a slight rustling just on the other side, the sound clothing makes when it rubs against other material.

My plan was working. I glanced at the door; it was still closed, but I hoped not for long.

I moved toward the sisters and started to push Elizabeth onto the bed. “Come on, Deanna. Let’s eat your sister till she comes a hundred times.”

“Sounds like fun,” Deanna said, joining me on the bed between Elizabeth’s slender, naked thighs.

“Fun? It sounds like heaven,” said Elizabeth. We all three laughed again before Deanna moved to lick her sister’s pussy for the first time as if she’d done it every day of her life. After a minute, she moved back as I urged her to share with a touch to her shoulder. I dove in, feasting on the drenched pussy of the horny thirteen-year-old. When I finished, Deanna took my place.

At that point, I moved down to where I could lick Deanna as she ate her sister’s pussy. Soon we were all three a squirming mass of young girl flesh. I was eating Deanna and rubbing myself, playing with my little clit that was so stiff it felt like a small pebble beneath my fingers. Deanna was doing a wonderful job of licking her big sister’s slit, mouthing and sucking her clitty until she had put a pillow on her mouth to muffle her moans of erotic pleasure. Then I stopped for a moment and started pushing Deanna’s lower half into position to be in a sixty-nine with Elizabeth. She figured out what I was doing, and soon the sisters were lapping at each other as if they were starving and pussy was the only meal they needed.

I managed to get myself off twice while they enjoyed their meal of each other. As I did, I glanced at the door. Sure enough, it was open slightly, maybe an inch, and I knew Ms. Carter was watching everything we did. She could see me playing with myself. And she could see her two daughters licking each other’s pussy.

The movement of the two sisters told me that a volcanic eruption was approaching. A moment later, they were thrashing and twisting their bodies to the rhythms of their mutual orgasms. Squeals of orgasmic bliss escaped the deepest recesses of their lovely throats to be muffled by the warm flesh of the other’s pussy. But even though their sounds were muffled, I knew their mother was on the other side of the slightly open door and watching. I realized that if she was watching, she was probably doing what I was doing as well. After all, I was lying there, openly masturbating, but she was where she felt she couldn’t be seen or noticed.

Part of me wanted to run quickly to the bedroom door and fling it open to reveal the mother of the two girls who were still writhing on the bed in orgasm as she masturbated herself to a wonderful come herself, but I stayed where I was. That was good fantasy, but I wanted alone time with her tonight without the sisters knowing. Tomorrow, I could consummate their relationships after talking to Ms. Carter in her own bed tonight. I would get her to confess to me her desire for her daughters in the afterglow of our own sexual encounter. Then tomorrow at breakfast, everything would be revealed.

I couldn’t wait.

As the sisters lay back in blissful exhaustion, I glanced again at the door. It was closed again. She had apparently reached her self-induced orgasm and gone either downstairs or to her own room to think about what had taken place in the past couple of hours.

Yes, tomorrow was going to be a LOT of fun.

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