Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Grandma’s Visit

By Cheryl Taggert 

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When we arrived home, Grandma stored her luggage and set herself up in the guest bedroom, which I thought was more for appearances, since I doubted she’d be sleeping alone. Mom asked me to help her do something in her room.

I was curious what she wanted. Certainly she was done admonishing me for masturbating all the way to an orgasm in the middle of the luggage claim area at LAX, and I had no idea what she might need help with since she never needed my help before with anything in there other than achieving orgasms.

When we entered her room, she closed the door and indicated I should sit on her bed, where she sat beside me and took a deep breath.

Then I knew. It was obvious she had something to tell me, and what could it be besides confessing about her own sexual relationship with her mother, not to mention her mother’s desires for me?

Still, I was enjoying my mother’s slight discomfort at  confessing this to me although I already knew it because of my accidental eavesdropping on her phone conversation with Grandma a few months before. Okay, maybe the continued eavesdropping was not accidental, but the start of it was. I had picked up the phone to call Deanna to discover my mom and her mom engaged in phone sex. Who in their right minds would blame me for listening in?

“Cheryl, honey. I have something I need to tell you about. It’s something I’ve chosen up to now not to share because it involved someone else who hadn’t given me permission to tell you about our relationship.”

I looked at mom, doing my best to keep a straight face. “Okay,” I said, deciding to play along. “What is it?” I knew the reason she hadn’t told me wasn’t true. I knew Grandma was all for my knowing the truth about them because she’d said as much on the phone that day. What I didn’t understand was why Mom hadn’t told me already.

“Well, you see, your grandma is a bit more liberal than you think.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, urging her to continue. “I really don’t know her that well, anyway. I’m not sure what she’s like.”

“Yes, that’s probably my fault,” Mom said.

“I don’t know,” I said, trying to make an excuse for my mom. It was a legitimate one, in fact. “She hasn’t visited us since I was five. That was even before we got involved with each other,” I said.

“Yes, I know,” she said before pausing. I could tell she was trying to come up with a way to tell me about the two of them. “Well, you see, honey, my mother and I are rather close, despite not seeing each other very often.”

I pretended not to be able to put two and two together and sat just looking at my mom as if waiting for her to make her meaning clear to me. She paused for so long that I realized I had to do something, or this could take all day. It still bothered me that my mom was obviously embarrassed about telling me this. What did she think I would do? Disown them both?

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Is this about the two of you having sex together since you were a teenager?”

Mom looked at me. Now I knew why she hadn’t told me before. Doing so, for some reason, made her nervous and she was putting it off.

“How did you know that?”

Now it was my turn to be nervous. In my haste to hurry this news along, I had set myself up to have to confess to eavesdropping on a phone conversation, but maybe I could fudge my explanation a bit.

“Well, back around my birthday, I picked up the phone to call Deanna, and you two were talking on the phone. Before I could hang up, I heard you talking about… what you were doing.”

“So you listened in?” Her eyes were wide with shock and anger.

“No,” I said. Even I could hear the lie in my voice.

Mom’s eyes nearly popped. “You did! You eavesdropped on us!”

At first I thought about sticking to my story about just hearing them for a second then realized that was not going to work. Mom could see it in my face that I knew everything.

“Well, what would you do if after you and your mom started having sex you picked up the phone to make a call and she was having phone sex with someone. Wouldn’t you listen in?” This excuse rushed out of me in a storm of words as I made a desperate attempt to keep my mom from being pissed at me for eavesdropping on her very private conversation. She had a right to be pissed, but she also needed to see it from my side, too.

Mom paused for a moment, thinking that one over.

“You should be a trial lawyer,” she said, but her look still registered disappointment in me. I guess she had every right to be angry, but at least she understood my thinking at the time.

She looked at me and said, “Do me a favor, okay? If you pick up the phone and I’m on it, say you’re sorry and hang up. Is that a deal?”

“I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Not if you want to keep from being grounded for a week.”

“Okay. It’s a deal,” I said, knowing I was getting off easy with no punishment of any kind for eavesdropping on their conversation.

“So then,” she said, her tone indicating a change of subject. “You know my mom is a lot like me, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you know she wants to have some fun with you, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay, the big question is, how do you feel about that?”

“You mean having sex with Grandma?”

“Of course. What do you think we’re talking about?”

“Having sex with Grandma,” I said, laughing.

Mom pulled me to the bed and began tickling me. I started whooping. I hadn’t been that ticklish before, but now I was. I wondered if that had changed because puberty was approaching.

“Stop! Stop! Okay! I’ll answer!” I screamed, giggles punctuating each word.

She stopped and looked down at me. I could see she was getting horny. That look was in her eyes and her mouth seemed to beg for my lips.

I leaned up on my elbows to kiss her, but she stopped me. “I’m serious, Cheryl. If you don’t want to have any sexual contact with your grandmother, I will tell her you don’t want to do that. It is entirely up to you. And we will both respect your wishes.”

“Of course, I want to!” I said. “I’ve been looking forward to it since I listened in on that phone call!”

“Okay. I’ll let her know,” Mom said. “But do everyone a favor. Don’t tell her you eavesdropped on us. It might embarrass her.”

“Okay, I won’t mention it. Can I kiss you now?”

“Normally, I would already be kissing you, but I don’t want us to start something without your grandma being a part of it. After all, she braved the long flight out here to see us, so ignoring her when we get home would be rude.”

Then a thought occurred to me. “Mom? Why don’t we fly to New York and visit her?”

“Two reasons. First, she lives with her sister, who is definitely NOT like us, so we wouldn’t be able to have any fun. But mostly it’s because I’m worse than my mom about flying.”

“Really?” I hadn’t known that, but then it occurred to me my mom never went anywhere if she had to fly. This growing up thing was making me notice situations I hadn’t noticed before. I found that strange, but I accepted that it was just something I hadn’t thought of.

We got up, and I figured the kisses and more would come later.

I was right, but then something else happened after the sex that changed everything.

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After we ate a light dinner, during which Mom told Grandma I knew about them, we “adjourned,” as Grandma called it, to the playroom, where the TV, sofas, and a plush carpet awaited.

“So, sweetheart, what did you think about what your mother told you about us?” Grandma asked.

“I think it’s cool!” I said. Then I looked at my mom who was setting up the video player. “Mom? What are we gonna watch?”

“Jillian’s Island.”

It was one of my favorite movies starring my mom. It was a takeoff on this old TV show, Gilligan’s Island, which I’d seen old reruns of, but it was all women, and there was actually a plot to it. It starts with these seven women. One was the captain (Mom), one was the first mate (Sandy Beach, a girl I had met her first day with the company), these two older women (though not TOO old) who were sisters who had a fortune but couldn’t use it on the island they were stranded on. My mom’s friend Jill was one of these women. Another girl I’d seen on the sets before played this movie star. Then this woman about my mom’s age played a woman who was supposed to be this professor interested only in the local flora and fauna but finds there are other things more interesting. Finally, there was another girl who was supposed to be this country girl from Kansas. Mom had told me the actress really was from Kansas. She was the daughter of an ultra-conservative preacher there. The girl had left home when she turned eighteen because her so-called “Man of God” preacher father had been raping her since she was five. These “shipwrecked” women got, well, VERY involved with each other, and the ending has them all so busy having sex in this orgy that these homosexual pirates find them but the women don’t even notice they can be rescued. It was kind of funny, and also very HOT to watch!

I bounced up and down in my seat on the sofa. “YAY!” I said. “One of my favorites!”

“This is so different for me,” Grandma said. “I’ve never watched porn with a child before.”

“Mom, she’s a child, but when it comes to sex, she’s as adult as they come,” my mom said.

The movie started. All the women were shipwrecked, sitting around the wrecked boat on the beach. Mom’s character, the captain, was saying they would have to all pitch in to survive. They unloaded some of the supplies from the boat, and started building huts for them to live in. Of course, that didn’t last long. The scene changed, and they had all completed the building and the women decided to get some rest.

Of course, rest wasn’t what happened. Mom (the captain) woke up to find Jillian (Sandy), well, jilling. That led to fun.

The movie star said she was in need of sex and more or less raped the girl from Kansas, who ended up LOVING it, of course.

The sisters, as it turned out, had been lovers for years, so they just took things up where they left off.

The girl who was a professor found some foliage that was apparently an aphrodisiac that could be absorbed through the skin. She touched some, and the next thing you know, she’s working a gourd in and out of her pussy. The sisters come upon her after their time together, and they end up in a threesome.

We watched for a while, and I was getting very horny. I had already been horny (when wasn’t I?), but watching this movie with my grandma sitting right beside me really got me worked up.

Finally, I stood up and stripped. Mom and Grandma watched as I did this. When I got to my panties, which were already soaking wet from my pussy, I slowly slid them down my thighs, aiming my butt at Grandma.

When I finished removing everything, I turned around and began to play with myself in front of them. Then I sat between them where I had been before getting up to strip, and they both began playing with my pussy.

Grandma got some of my wetness on her fingers and brought it to her mouth, tasting it. “Mmmmm… outstanding!” she said, smacking her lips in pleasure.

Mom said, “It tastes better from the source. Warmer and even more delicious.”

Grandma looked at me. “Is it okay if I go down for a taste?”

I looked at her with eyes half-closed with lust and said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Grandma laughed, and before I knew it, she was down between my spread thighs, licking me and drinking my fluids, teasing my clit, and generally having a wonderful time as well as giving me a great time, too.

She definitely knew what she was doing. I thought again how she had started with Mom and her friend before later getting involved with my aunt Emmy.

I reached out to her and tried to undress her, but I couldn’t.

“Take your clothes off,” I said to her, “and we can sixty-nine.”

She was up in a flash and I watched as my rather sexy grandma took off her clothes, displaying her boobs and pussy, which was clean-shaven. She really did have a sexy body. It was obvious she worked out often.

She asked me to get up and she lay on the sofa, waving her hands to indicate I should get on top of her in the proper position. I lay across my grandmother and lowered my pussy to her face while I started devouring her pussy.

She had apparently shaved and waxed that day, because she was as smooth as I was. And she was delicious. Her aroma was stronger than my mom’s, but she tasted wonderful. The flavor was just more pungent, but still one of my favorite foods… or drinks… or whatever it would qualify as.

Mom, meanwhile, had stripped and was licking my butthole while Grandma licked my pussy. Then she used fingers on me, one in my butt and another in my pussy, all while Grandma had a feast. I could feel her licking me, the flat of her tongue pressing on my clit and making me wild with the need to come.

I took a second to look down at where they were licking and finger-fucking me, and I saw that Grandma also had three fingers in Mommy. She was pistoning them in and out as fast as she could, all while continuing to lick my pussy. Mom, too, had her other hand at her own center, rubbing her clit in a frantic effort to reach her orgasm.

It was too much for me. Seeing them like that sent me over the edge and riding down the tunnel of a massive climax. I shook and trembled with the force of it, howling with the force of my orgasm. Spasms shook me over and over again as Grandma continued licking my clit, using the flat of her tongue to give me the best stimulation she could.

I finally got off Grandma and asked Mommy to take my place. Mother and daughter were now locked in a sea of lovemaking. I watched Mommy’s tongue lavish her mother’s pussy with saliva and pleasure. Then I moved to see Grandma doing to Mommy what she had done to me. Her fingers were pistoning in and out of Mommy faster now since she didn’t have to worry about me anymore, and her tongue was licking Mommy’s clit.

I decided to do to Mommy what she’d done to me.

I put three fingers in my pussy, soaking them with my slippery juices, and slid them into her pussy. Then I dove in and began tonguing her butthole. I knew that drove her crazy with desire.

Soon, my mother and grandmother reached their own plateaus of pleasure. They screamed and moaned, grunted and gasped. Their climaxes lasted well over a minute.

When they were finished, they sat back up and I sat between them on the sofa. The movie was still playing. By now, the boat run by the gay pirates — all men — had landed on the island, and they were staring in disbelief at the seven women in a central hut they had built for their “fun times” together. The men were trying to get their attention to tell them they were rescued, but each time one tried to talk to a woman, she would wave him away as if she didn’t want to be disturbed.

The last line of the movie came along, “Oh, well. I guess they’re happy where they are.” The gay men got back on their ship and sailed away.

When the movie was over, we got up to go upstairs to bed. It had been agreed that I would sleep with Grandma that night, and probably every night she was there, but that far into the future was still to be decided.

Then something happened that changed everything.

Our doorbell rang, but not just once. It was an insistent ringing. Whoever was out there was pressing it again and again in what seemed like a panic. We all slipped on robes and went to the door.

Mommy looked out the peephole and said, “Oh, my God. It’s Cindy.”

Mom opened the door and Cindy came inside, pulling Jenna behind her.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” Cindy was saying, tears running down her cheeks.

“What?! What is it?!” Mom asked, fear and confusion painting her face.

“They found out,” Cindy said.

Mom didn’t have to ask what she was talking about, and because Mommy and I had discussed it so recently, neither did I.

“Holy fuck!” Mom said.

“What is it?” my grandma asked, totally in the dark about what was happening.

Mom introduced Cindy to Grandma. It occurred to me that we reeked of pussy, and Cindy would instantly know what we’d been doing, but she was too much in a panic to notice, I guess. Either that, or she didn’t care.

“Cindy is a call girl, Mom,” my mom said. “She’s rather high-priced. Her pimps have found out she’s been doing tricks on the side.”

“That’s not good,” Grandma said. If she was going for understatement, she had pretty well nailed it.

“Not good?!” Cindy said. “If they find me…” she stopped short of finishing her sentence, probably for Jenna’s sake. The rest of us got the message easily. If they found her, they would kill her. Or at least they would beat her so badly she would end up in a hospital, maybe praying to die. I could see that in my mom’s eyes as she considered what should be done.

“Maybe you could say you’re sorry,” I said, knowing this probably wouldn’t work but wanting to try to say something to help.

“Honey, these guys don’t accept apologies,” Cindy said. Then looking at Mom, she said, “Kayleigh, what am I going to do? What am I gonna do with Jenna?” She burst into tears and leaned into my mom, who held her while she cried.

“How did they find out?” It was my grandmother.

“Who knows? Maybe one of the other girls saw me meeting someone on a night off. Tessa is very jealous of me. I wouldn’t put it past her to keep tabs on me just to see. I mean, most of us do this, but we never say anything about it, you know?” Cindy was once again speaking mostly to my mom.

“We’ll think of something,” Mommy said.

“I have to get out of town,” Cindy blurted. Everything she was saying was in fast motion, as if she had to get all the words out in a sentence in two seconds or less.

“No, honey,” Mom said. “We’ll think of something.”

“No, Kayleigh! There’s no other choice. It’s just that….” She stopped again, looking at Jenna. “I can’t have Jenna with me if they catch me.”

Cindy looked around at us all, letting the reason be clear to us while trying to hide it from her seven-year-old daughter, who only understood that her mommy was upset and afraid of these men.

“What are you going to do? Where will you go?” Mom asked.

“I don’t know yet, but I can’t stay in L.A. anymore.”

“Why not just hide out here?” Mom asked, trying to do anything to keep Cindy and her child together.

“They’d find me here, Kayleigh. They know we’re friends now.”

“How did you find out they were after you?” Grandma said.

“Leanne gave me a call to warn me. I packed up Jenna and we slipped out and got on a bus. I ended up near here and thought I would come talk to you before leaving. See if you would…” Cindy burst into fresh sobs. She continued talking through it, and I barely made out the end of her sentence, her big request.

“…keep Jenna for me.”

As my mom looked at Jenna, I could see Mom was now crying too. This made me start crying. Jenna had been crying since their arrival. Grandma just looked in shock.

“How long?” Mom said, then changed her tone, realizing the question could be taken for reluctance. “Of course, we’ll keep her for you. That’s no problem at all. I was just wondering if you knew how long you might be gone.”

“As long as it takes, I suppose,” Cindy sobbed. Then her voice got very high-pitched, as if she was dying inside, and I suppose maybe she was. “Maybe forever.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Mommy said, soothing Cindy by clasping her friend to her and petting her head the way a mother soothes a small child.

“I have to go!” Cindy said, and pushed away from Mom. “I have to!” She moved to Jenna.

“Baby, Mommy has to leave for a while until it’s safe. You’re going to stay with Miss Kayleigh and Cheryl. Okay?”

There wasn’t much in Jenna’s face to say she agreed, but Cindy acted as if her daughter had been all for the idea.

“Oh, honey, I’ll be back for you as soon as I can.”

“I wanna go with you!” Jenna said, bawling.

“Baby, you can’t. You… you might get… hurt.”

“Are they gonna hurt you?” Jenna asked, fear all over her face.

“No, baby. Not if I can get away and not have to worry about keeping you safe, too. I’ll be back. You just be good for Miss Kayleigh, okay? She’ll be good to you. Maybe better than Mommy. Okay?”

Perhaps the child understood that her mother needed this reassurance that everything would be okay. She squeaked out a barely audible, “Okay.”

Cindy kissed her, full on the mouth, and they held each other.

“Mommy loves you!” Cindy said, tearing herself away from her daughter and their lovers’ kiss. Then she stood and hugged Mommy.

“Thank you, Kayleigh. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“Just stay safe. We’ll be here waiting for you to come back, okay?” Mommy said, still crying.

And then she was gone. Cindy took one more look at Jenna, sobbed, and rushed out the door into the unknown world that was out there. A world that seemed suddenly more dangerous than a cobra.

We stood there, saying nothing for a moment, Mom and I were still crying, and Jenna was wailing.

Being a child myself, at least in age if not in experience, I took the child’s hand and led her to my room. The idea of sleeping with Grandma would have to wait.

I had a baby sister now. A sister that needed me and my emotional support. A sister who needed my love, both physical and emotional. I had always wanted a sister, but I didn’t want to get one like this.

But fate had intervened, and for however long we would keep Jenna, which turned out to be a very long time, she would be my little sister. And she came to view me as her big sister as well.

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