Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

After Jae’s second orgasm on top of Kerie, we took a short rest. I squeezed onto the single bed beside them, with my daughter in the middle. We all caught our breath, petting each other, talking quietly.

At one point, Kerie said, “They’re different.”

“Huh?” I asked. “What’s different?”

“Your nipples. Aunt Jae’s and yours.”

She was right. My sister and I both possess nipples that will become fairly long when erect, though hers are not as fat as mine and are much darker, brown to my pink, and her areolae are smaller.

“Yeah, I guess they are different,” I said.

Kerie looked at her own narrow chest, at the pale pink circles with tiny nubs in the center. “I wish mine were big.”

“They will be someday,” I assured her.

“Mmm, but I like ‘em just the way they are now,” said Jae. She leaned down and kissed Kerie’s nipple, then licked it, flicking her tongue over the tip.

Kerie laughed and squirmed. “That tickles!”

I followed Jae’s example, licking and kissing the other small nipple. Kerie giggled and wriggled, but didn’t try to stop us.

Then I thought of something. “You know what I like to do sometimes?” I said to Jae.

“What?”

“Well, I get on top of Kerie, but I rub my pussy on her chest and on her nipples, kind of slide back and forth on her and make myself come that way.”

“I really like that,” said Kerie. “It smells good.”

“It smells good?” Jae grinned, a twinkle in her eye.

“Uh-huh. When it’s up close like that, close to my face, I like how it smells.”

“Mmm, nice,” said Jae. “So, is it okay if I try that now?”

Kerie didn’t say anything, just nodded happily.

I sat up and moved aside a bit, making room. Kerie put her arms over her head, and Jae straddled her chest. Before starting, however, she turned to me.

“Oh, um,” Jae began, “earlier, when, you know, when we were doing it, I kind of lost it and I said some… some pretty bad words. I hope that’s all right.”

“Sure, it’s fine,” I replied. “Kerie’s heard me say all those things before. She knows it’s sort of part of the game, although of course we don’t use those words around other people, like in public or anything.”

“Yeah, I hope not,” Jae chuckled.

“Just relax, have fun, and say whatever you feel like saying. Kerie won’t mind, will you, sweetie?”

“No, I don’t mind.”

“All right,” said Jae, “let’s do it.”

She took Kerie by the wrists, stretching her arms out, and then slowly began moving on top of her, rubbing her sex on my daughter’s chest. Having received my permission, and indeed my encouragement, Jae also started talking dirty.

“Mmm, you like it when I fuck you this way, honey? When I rub my pussy on you?”

“Uh-huh,” Kerie nodded.

I started playing with myself again as I watched. I wasn’t sure how soon I’d be ready to come, but who knows? This was really turning me on.

“It feels so good,” said Jae. “Your nice warm little body under me, your sexy naked body. I love little girls, they’re so fucking hot.”

Kerie giggled. She didn’t seem bothered at all by Jae’s language. Of course, as I’d just admitted, she’d heard many of the same things from me before.

My sister’s pussy was extremely wet. I could see a gleam of slippery moisture coating Kerie’s chest. That made me even hotter. I rubbed my clit faster.

Jae was moving faster now too, already starting to pant and moan. Obviously this was working for her, quickly bringing her close. She leaned over Kerie, bare breasts swinging, looking down into my daughter’s eyes, humping her chest and talking dirty.

“You like having Aunt Jae fuck you this way? Huh?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You like it when I rub my wet pussy on you? Mmm, fuck! I’m getting close. You want me to come on you, huh? Do you? Want me to come on you, little girl?”

“Uh-huh!”

Kerie’s eyes were darting everywhere — from Jae’s face to her tits, down to her own chest where Jae was grinding on her, sometimes over at me, then all around again. She was smiling, very excited.

But then I noticed something else. Kerie was squeezing her legs together, tightly, and kind of scissoring her thighs. With her arms pinned above her head, she couldn’t touch herself, but I got the feeling she would have if she could have.

For a brief moment I wondered if I should do it for her, rub my little girl’s clit with my fingers, try to get her off. I was almost ready to do that when I heard Jae gasp.

“Unh! Yeah! Gonna come on you! Gonna fucking come on you! Gonna — UNH! UNH!!”

She was climaxing on top of my daughter, her pussy only inches away from Kerie’s face.

That did it for me. I came too, falling sideways onto the bed, grunting and groaning as tremendous spasms shook my body.

 

We were getting hungry by that time and decided to take a break, have a late lunch. After all, we still had the rest of the afternoon to play games. We each put on enough clothes so we wouldn’t shock the neighbors while walking past the front windows, and headed for the kitchen.

Kerie wanted a bologna sandwich. Jae and I both had liverwurst on rye. As we were munching on our sandwiches and eating carrot sticks, Kerie said, “Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Could you guys do it too?”

“What do you mean? Do what?”

“You know, play the game like you do with me. Only you and Aunt Jae, with each other. Can grownup ladies do it too?”

“Oh, uh, well, yes, they can, I suppose. Although, um…” I wasn’t sure how to respond.

As my stammering trailed off, Kerie asked Jae, “Did you do that on your date with Ms. Beddingdon? You said you had sex with her, right? When we do it that way, Mommy say she’s having sex with me. Is that what you did with her?”

My sister grinned, arching her eyebrows, and replied “No, not exactly. Chances are we will at some point, but this time, we…”

Jae turned to me. “How much does she know about oral sex?”

I was still befuddled. “Well, I… uh, not, not that much, I don’t think. I may have mentioned it, but…”

“What’s oral sex?” Kerie asked.

Just then the phone rang, on the wall in the kitchen near where we were sitting. I got up and answered it. Saved by the bell!

“Hello?”

“Shelly? Hi, it’s Rose.”

“Oh, hi, Rose. How are you guys doing? How was the fashion show?”

“It went fine. Emily modeled three outfits. She was really cute, just adorable. But that’s all over, and now the kids want to go to a movie. They haven’t decided which one yet. You know, they have ten screens here at the mall, and they’re still debating. Anyway, we thought it might be fun if you and Kerie could come and join us. We could catch a show around 3:00, whichever one, and then maybe get some dinner afterwards? What do you think?”

“Uh, well, maybe.”

“Is Jae still there? At your house?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, she is. We were just having kind of a late lunch.”

“Okay, great, so maybe she can come along too? Unless, that is, you’ve got other plans, if you’re busy doing something else.”

What could I tell her? That we’d been fucking each other in Kerie’s bedroom and were eager to get back to it? Obviously not.

Instead I said, “Um, just a sec, Rose. Let me check with them. Hold on.”

I put my hand over the mouthpiece and explained the situation. Like a typical kid, Kerie easily and quickly switched gears. I suppose she figured you could have sex any time — as she and I did every night, and often during the day as well — but a movie and dinner with friends was something special!

Jae shrugged, evidently willing to go along with whatever decision was made. Although I suspected that her preference, like mine, would have been to return to the bedroom, neither she nor I had the heart to squelch Kerie’s enthusiasm for an outing.

To Rose, I said, “Okay, sure, that sounds great. Thanks for asking. We’ll have to, uh, get ready, but we can probably meet you there in, say, half an hour or maybe a little more. Will that work?”

She said it would.

Our delicious afternoon in bed was over, but we did have a fun time at the movie. Or at least the girls did. We ended up seeing Izzie’s Way Home, which I thought was pretty stupid. Honestly, who thinks of these things? And why would people pay good money to see them? Well, we did, so there you go.

We managed to get a booth at Applebee’s and crowded into it for dinner. Emily and Rose and Jae were seated on one side, Melissa and Kerie and I on the other. Everything went fine, but I have to admit I couldn’t stop thinking the whole time about what we might be missing at home.

Kerie’s suggestion that Jae and I ‘play the game’ together was intriguing, to say the least. What would it be like to do that with my sister, especially with Kerie there too? As we ate and chatted, images of that sexy scene kept popping into my head: naked in bed with Jae, her on top, scissoring with me, and my 8-year-old daughter right beside us, watching closely, maybe playing with herself. Mmm, so hot.

Even though it was a school night and Kerie couldn’t stay up too late, I was really hoping we might still get a chance to try that — we’d finish eating, say goodbye, then hurry home and start fucking again — except I’d forgotten about something.

The check came and Rose picked it up. Jae tried to fight her for it, but Rose said, “You did dinner last night, a wonderful dinner, so this one’s on me. I insist.”

“All right, you win, but next time it’s my turn,” said Jae. Then she looked at her phone, which had started buzzing. “Drat. Sorry to eat and run, but I really have to get going. Got a plane to catch, and I still need to pack.”

“A plane?” I asked cluelessly.

“Yeah, don’t you remember? I told you I was flying to Chicago tonight. Be there until Friday. That big client just insists on it. I can do pretty much everything for them remotely, but they like seeing my face every couple months. And they’re paying for it, quite handsomely, so why not?”

“I don’t blame them,” Rose said. “I like seeing your face too.”

“So do I,” I nodded. “I’ll miss you, honey.”

“Aw, you guys are sweet.” Jae gave Rose a hug and a long kiss on the lips, then got up from the table. She leaned over and kissed Kerie, and kissed me too. “Okay, I gotta go. You stay and enjoy. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Jae said this last to both Rose and me. Then she was off and on her way.

The kids had just about finished their dessert, so we soon left the restaurant as well. Kerie and I hugged our friends, thanked them for dinner, then headed home from the mall, just the two of us. Any opportunity I might have for sex with my sister would just have to wait.

I took a quick bath when we got home, and this time Kerie got in with me. That was unusual. Normally she would take showers in the other bathroom, the one next to her bedroom. I liked having a special quiet time for myself, all alone, when I could think about things and masturbate after I finished bathing and shaving. But I was feeling extra close to Kerie after watching her that afternoon with Jae, so I invited her to join me in the tub. She thought that was a really neat treat.

We washed each other’s backs, and she observed as I shaved my pussy. Since I did it nearly every day, there was almost nothing there, of course. Plus, being a natural blonde, my body hair is fine and light. I’m lucky that way.

Kerie and I rubbed lotion on each other when we were done, then slipped into bed together. We kissed for quite a long time. She wanted to practice using her tongue. I think she enjoyed it as much as I did!

But then, when I was getting eager to fuck, feeling the need to have her pussy on mine, and as I moved her into position, holding her little bottom in my hands, pulling her tightly against me, she said, “Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“What’s oral sex?”

“Huh?”

“Aunt Jae said oral sex. What is that?”

“Oh, well, uh… oral sex is when a person uses her mouth, or his mouth if it’s a man, on another person. On, you know, on their genitals. On a woman’s pussy, or on a man’s, um, penis.”

“Their mouth?” she asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“How do they do that?”

“Well, um, licking or kissing or sucking. That sort of thing.”

“Can we do that?”

I was at a loss, caught off guard. I’d certainly thought about having oral sex with Kerie, plenty of times. I often fantasized about it when I masturbated — yet somehow I never thought we would ever actually get around to doing it with each other.

That seemed different to me in a way, as if it would be real sex as opposed to the things we’d been doing so far. I never even truly admitted to myself that I was engaging in incest with my daughter. Jae and I had used the word a few times in conversation, but I’d managed to keep the meaning of it separate from what I was doing with Kerie. She and I were just having fun, playing games, sharing our love and affection. It wasn’t incest. It wasn’t even sex!

Of course, it was sex. I knew that perfectly well. I’d only been kidding myself with all my rationalizations. And now it was time to face facts.

“Well, uh, sweetie, see, oral sex is kind of something extra special. You only do that with someone when you, well…”

I was going to say when you truly love that person. But Kerie and I did love each other, very much. And if I changed the phrase to say when you were in love with someone, she would just tell me she was in love with me, so that argument wouldn’t work either. Anyway, in real life, people who aren’t in love have oral sex all the time, just messing around, getting their kicks. So, should I tell her that? It was the truth.

But if I told Kerie oral sex is something people do simply for fun, she surely would want to know why she and I couldn’t do it for the same reason! I was stuck, no matter what I said.

“When you what?” she asked.

I took a deep breath. “Like I said, honey, it’s something very, very special, and I really need to, um, to think about it a little while first. I promise, though, that I’ll do that, and then maybe tomorrow night, or maybe later on this week, you and I can talk about it some more. Okay?”

“Okay, I guess.”

I kissed her mouth. “I love you, Kerie.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

“But now I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me come, okay?”

“Ooh, goodie!”

She shifted down a little, placing her pussy over mine, and we began.

My orgasms that night were even more dazzling and explosive than usual, my mind teeming with fantasy images of Kerie licking my pussy, and of me eating hers. Would we do that? I was almost certain we would. The only question was how soon it might happen.

I thought about it all day the next day, of course, but still couldn’t decide what to do or what to say to my daughter. I considered asking Jae for advice, except I knew that she would simply tell me to go ahead. How was that really any different, she would ask, from what we were already doing? And she would be right. It wasn’t.

I didn’t bring up the subject with Kerie that night and fortunately she didn’t either. We had sex, naturally — warm, wonderful, extremely satisfying sex, tribbing and kissing and fingering, even sucking nipples — everything but oral. The next night was the same.

 

Then Wednesday came, the day I was planning to meet Tina downtown at 12:30. She would leave school early, with an excuse provided by me, and I would take her to a hotel room, which I’d already reserved. There, I would tell the girl all my dirty secrets and hopefully seduce her. Or maybe she would seduce me. Either way, I was pretty sure we would end up in bed, and I couldn’t wait. I was turning into a sex maniac!

Tina had stopped by my office on both Monday and Tuesday to covertly confirm our plans, probably checking to make sure I wasn’t getting cold feet. I wasn’t. I’ll admit that my conscience did nag at me from time to time. According to society’s rules, this certainly wasn’t right, an employee of the school having sexual relations with a 15-year-old student. But then I’d see Tina again, and any doubts I had would vanish.

She always dressed attractively, with style, taking more care to look appealing than many kids her age would do. And that week, it seemed to me, the girl was making an extra effort. Her skirts were a little shorter, necklines a bit lower, makeup more pronounced. Each time she came into the office, I noticed Mrs. Simmons, the harridan receptionist, frowning at her with obvious disapproval. But what did I care? Tina’s grades were excellent, her attendance record was perfect, she was in every way a model student. So what if she also happened to be cute and sexy? Was that a crime?

No, but I what I was planning to do with her might be. The age of consent in our state was 16, and I could certainly get myself in a lot of trouble. Not to mention lose my job. On the other hand, none of that would happen if no one found out. We would just have be very careful.

So, it was with a mixture of excitement and trepidation that I sat in my car near the corner of High Street, waiting for the city bus to arrive. I’d actually toned down my look for the day, dressing conservatively in slacks, low heels, and a loose cable knit sweater with a shell top underneath. No need to give Mrs. Simmons anything else to think about.

I hoped I wouldn’t keep those clothes on for long, however, once Tina and I were alone together. Was I nervous? Sure, but I was also feeling incredibly horny. It was all I could do not to start masturbating right there in public as I fantasized about what I wanted to do with the hot teenage girl.

The bus pulled to a stop just after 12:30 and a few passengers stepped out, including Tina. I waved to her from the car. She trotted over and got in, laughing, “This is so cool — like a James Bond movie!”

She was in a denim mini, a tank top, sneakers with no socks, a cardigan sweater tied around her waist and carrying a backpack. Tina looked, for once, more like a typical high school kid than an alluring temptress, and I was glad of that. I didn’t expect to see anyone we knew at the quiet hotel I’d chosen, but at least this way I might be able to make up some sort of plausible excuse if we did.

We didn’t, fortunately. I checked us in, asking Tina to wait for me in the sundries shop near the lobby. Then I retrieved the girl and we headed up to the room for our illicit meeting.

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