Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Oral sex with Kerie was absolutely wonderful, glorious, better than I’d ever hoped it would be. It made me wonder why I’d waited, been so darn hesitant. There was no need. We both loved eating each other, and we still do.

The funny thing is, though, that as the years have gone by and she’s grown to be a beautiful young woman, my daughter and I continually go back to our first love. We enjoy oral sex very much, and fingering too, but more often than not the orgasms we achieve with each other are through tribbing, as they were from the start. That’s our favorite.

But anyway, enough musing.

 

Kerie and I lay together in my bed that night holding each other close, still panting, both sated, fulfilled, and very happy. As our breathing slowed, we kissed a few more times, then settled in, resting quietly. Although it wasn’t really very late, I was totally worn out and it appeared that Kerie was too.

I wondered if I should reach over and turn off the bedside lamp, and we could just go to sleep. It seemed like too much trouble, though, groping for the light switch. I was so comfortable where I was, feeling that warm little body in my arms. I kissed the top of her head, let out a deep sigh…

And then the phone jangled. It was my cell phone, on the table by the bed.

Should I answer it? I was sure it must be Jae, calling from Chicago to say hi and get the latest titillating news as she had each night of her trip. I had a whole lot to tell her this time, that’s for sure, and I wouldn’t even mind speaking openly in front of Kerie. Let her hear everything, no more secrets.

With my eyes still closed, I reached over and located the noisy instrument. I punched the receive button, then held the phone to my ear, murmuring a languid, “Hey…”

“Hello?” I heard. “Is this, uh, the Driscoll residence?”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” I thought I recognized the voice, but I wasn’t sure. “Who’s speaking?”

“This is Valerie. Valerie Knight, Tina’s mother. Is this Shelly?”

My eyes popped open. I sat up straight. Had something gone wrong? Was I in big trouble for seducing a student, an underage girl?

I wasn’t in trouble, thankfully. After I’d confirmed that I indeed was Shelly, Valerie said, “I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I asked Tina for your number. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Uh, no, not at all, it’s fine.”

“It’s not too late, is it?” she asked. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no, I was just, um, just resting. Sorry, I guess I was sort of half asleep when I picked up the phone. But, uh, how are you, Valerie?”

“I’m fine, thank you, just great. I won’t keep you, I promise. I just wanted to thank you for accepting our dinner invitation, and also to ask if either you or your daughter has any special dietary restrictions. If you’re vegetarians, have food allergies, or anything else that I should know…”

“Uh, no,” I smiled, finally able to relax, “we don’t have anything like that. We both love to eat — although Kerie, of course, is partial to all the stuff that’s bad for her.”

Valerie chuckled, “Yes, I know what you mean. My girls are that way too. And, truth be told, so am I.”

I laughed with her. “You can add me to that list.”

We talked three or four minutes longer, Valerie cycling through various menu ideas she had, asking my opinion of each. It was obvious she took her cooking very seriously. She apologized again for disturbing me and I assured her it was no problem, then we hung up.

My daughter was snoozing, lying naked on her side, facing me, head resting on her hands. I looked at the phone. It was only a little past 8:00, very early for me to go to sleep, but not that unusual for Kerie. I decided to read for a while, and wait to see if Jae would call. I propped up a pillow, dug my fat novel from the drawer beside the bed, and started reading.

Jae never did call that night, and well before 10:00, I found my eyes drooping, so I turned out the light and went to sleep. Before drifting off, however, I reminded myself that I really ought to have another talk with Kerie in the morning about keeping secrets.

 

She had cereal for breakfast, as usual, while I drank coffee and munched on a bagel. As we sat together at the kitchen table, I said, “Honey, you know what I told you last night about, um, about that student at my school, Tina? What she and I did yesterday?”

With her mouth full of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Kerie turned to me, waiting.

“Well, the thing is, I want to make sure you remember that you can’t tell anyone about that, all right? It’s important. And also, of course, about the things you and I do, the kinds of games we play — especially what we did last night. I just want to remind you, okay?”

Kerie smiled, apparently thinking of the fun we’d had the night before. Then she nodded and said, “I know. I won’t tell.”

I patted her hand. “That’s good. Thank you, sweetie. I really hate to make you keep secrets. But we do have to be very careful, because… well, just because some people wouldn’t understand, that’s all.”

“I know.” She nodded again, taking a spoonful of cereal.

After a chewing a bit, and swallowing, my little girl said, “Know what, Mommy?”

“What, honey?”

“Um, Melissa told me something yesterday, something about her mom and Emily. But it’s a secret so I can’t tell.”

I smiled, “Okay, well, if it’s a secret that you promised to keep, then you’re right, you shouldn’t tell anyone. Not even me.”

After another bite, she said, “It’s nothing bad, though.”

“All right.”

“I mean, it’s just kissing. That’s not bad, is it?”

“No, kissing is not bad. Except we really shouldn’t be talking about this at all, should we? If you promised not to tell?”

Kerie paused, then shrugged, “Um, I guess not. But if Melissa said I could tell you, then would it be okay?”

“Well, possibly. But did Melissa promise Emily that she wouldn’t tell the secret? Or promise her mother the same thing? Maybe she never should have said anything to you in the first place.”

My daughter frowned. Such complicated ethical quandaries aren’t easy for an 8-year-old to figure out. They’re not that easy for me, either.

By then, it was time for us to put our dishes in the sink and get ready to leave. She had school and I had work. I patted Kerie’s hand once more, and we got up from the table.

I saw Tina a couple of times that Thursday, but she and I just exchanged a few looks and never got the chance to talk. The school office was unusually crowded all day long, and I wasn’t willing to take the girl inside my own office again, behind closed doors. That seemed too risky, too likely to invite suspicion, especially with Mrs. Simmons keeping her vulture eye on me.

The next day was pretty much the same thing. I was very busy and caught only a glimpse of Tina. She winked at me, which made my stomach flutter — but I also fretted that someone might have noticed it and guessed what was going on between us. Apparently, nobody did. I breathed a sigh of relief and told myself not to worry so much. I was getting paranoid.

A few minutes before 5:00 on Friday, as I was wrapping things up for the week and getting ready to leave, my cell phone rang. It was Jae.

“Hey girl,” she chirped.

She was back from her business trip, calling to say hi. I’d spoken to her the afternoon before, but only briefly. She’d called then to say that some executives from the firm she was working with in Chicago were taking her out to dinner and then to a show. Anyway, now she was home.

“How’re you doing, hon?” I asked. “Tired from your flight?”

“No, not really, I feel great. So, uh, what are you and Kerie doing tonight? You guys want to get together?”

I smiled to myself, imagining what Jae might be hoping for if the three of us did ‘get together’. My office door was open, however, so I wouldn’t say anything racy about that, anything that might get overheard. Plus, there was something else.

“Well,” I said, “I’d be very glad to see you myself, but Kerie’s busy elsewhere. She called a while ago to say she was spending the night at Melissa’s, having a sleepover. I’m a single girl, on my own tonight. You want to do something?”

“Hmm, something, huh?”

“Whatever,” I chuckled. “I’m all yours.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

It was exciting to flirt with Jae, even if she was my sister — or maybe because she was my sister. That gave our teasing a nice naughty edge.

“You want to come over for dinner?” I asked. “I can cook, or we can just order out or something, whatever you want.”

“No, why don’t you come to my place instead,” she suggested. “You deserve a break from being a mom, cooking all the time. I won’t say I’m going to cook — you know I’m not much good at it. But that little Thai restaurant on the corner makes deliveries, and their stuff is great.”

“All right, sure, that sounds terrific. What time?”

“Um, I don’t know, like, maybe an hour? Say around 6:00?”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”

 

At home, I debated what to wear. I was only going over to my sister’s for dinner. Nothing special about that, right? It should be fairly casual. So why was I thinking I wanted to put on something sexy? Was I hoping that perhaps she and I might take our relationship to a different level that night? Maybe I was.

In any case, I finally decided on a short swishy silk skirt, strappy heels with no hose, and a gauzy blouse with a lacy white bra visible beneath. After touching up my makeup and applying more perfume, I admired myself in the full-length mirror on my closet door. Not bad. Reasonably hot, in fact.

Then, at the last minute, just before leaving the house, I stopped and impulsively reached under my skirt. I tugged my panties off, leaving them on the floor inside the front door. It made me laugh out loud, behaving that way. I headed out to the car, feeling brazen, in the mood for seduction.

When Jae opened the door and saw what I was wearing, she let out a quick laugh, then looked down at herself. “Well, I guess I’m underdressed.” She was barefoot, in a pair of khaki shorts and a loose sweater falling off one shoulder, obviously braless.

I smiled, “I think you look great.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, you just… wow, very nice!”

“Thanks,” I chuckled, stepping inside. She kissed my cheek a little sloppily, and I kissed hers. Arm in arm, we walked past the kitchen and into the combination living/dining room of her townhouse.

“Dinner won’t be here for another half hour or so,” Jae said. “You want a beer? Wine? Something harder?”

“Um, whatever you’re having, I guess. What goes good with Thai food?”

“Sex,” she giggled.

When I looked at her in surprise, she pointed to a tall glass sitting on a coaster on the coffee table. It was empty, but for an orange peel and some melting ice.

“Sex on the Beach,” said Jae. “That’s what I’m drinking. It’s fruit juice and vodka, mostly vodka. Want one?”

“Sure, that sounds good. Looks like I may have to do some catching up.”

“Yep, you will,” she giggled again, then picked up the glass. “Okay, won’t be long. More sex coming right up.”

I followed her back to the kitchen.

“How many of those have you had?” I asked. It was unusual for my sister to drink enough to appear visibly drunk, but that’s how she seemed to me.

“Only one. So far.”

She took another tall glass from the cupboard and set it beside hers. After getting cranberry juice and orange juice from the refrigerator and pouring some of each into a pitcher, she added a big splash of peach schnapps. From the freezer compartment, Jae removed a bottle of Grey Goose, pouring a generous amount into the mixture.

“Slice some more orange, will you?” she said. “Two half slices.”

“Oh, uh, okay.”

On a cutting board next to a sharp knife was a large orange, already cut in half. While Jae dropped ice cubes into the glasses, then stirred the pitcher with a wooden spoon, I prepared the orange slices. She filled up our glasses. I added the garnish.

After returning the bottles to the fridge and the freezer, Jae handed me one drink and picked up the other. “To sex,” she proposed, “on the beach, on the sofa, in bed… wherever, whenever, and whoever.”

“All right,” I grinned. “Guess I’ll drink to that.”

We clinked glasses and I took a swallow. Whoa — it burned going down, but it was good too. Definitely heavy on the vodka.

Back in the living room, sitting with her on the sofa, I asked, “How come you’re so, well, up tonight? Anything going on?”

“No, nothing special. Except that I have another hot date with the very lovely Rose tomorrow.”

“Ooh, nice,” I smiled.

“And the client in Chicago just renewed my contract for another six months. At a big increase, I might add.”

“Wow, that’s fantastic. Congratulations!”

“And only last weekend, I had unbelievably exciting sex with an 8-year-old girl while her mom was watching us.”

“Yeah,” I giggled, “you did.”

“So, no, there’s nothing special going on. Except that my life is totally awesome.”

“Oh, Jae, I’m glad you’re so happy.”

After taking a long swig of her drink, she got up, setting her half-empty glass on a coaster. “I’ll be right back,” she winked.

“All right.”

While sipping my cocktail and waiting for my sister to do whatever she was doing, I thought how happy I was too.

Things were going very well for me now, though my life had certainly had its up and downs. Getting pregnant and having a baby at 18 was obviously not easy to deal with, and losing both our parents a few years after that was a terrible blow. But we’d come through it all together, Jae and Kerie and I. It’s amazing how much you can manage with a lot of love and support.

Jae came down from the second floor, where the bedrooms were. She’d changed into a short black leather skirt and a tight tank top (still no bra). Her tanned legs were gleaming, freshly oiled, and she wore a pair of spike heels. Talk about dressed for seduction!

“I may not look as hot as you do,” she grinned, “but at least now I’m trying.”

“Oh my god, are you kidding me? You are super hot!” I laughed.

“So, tell me everything I missed this week,” Jae said as she picked up her drink and sat beside me, crossing her legs. “I haven’t heard a report for a couple of days. Anything new and exciting?”

“Yeah, I’ll say there is.”

“Ooh, do tell.”

I filled her in on my clandestine meeting in the hotel room with Tina, and the hot sex I’d had with the willing teenager. Jae clearly enjoyed hearing about that, asking a lot of questions. Then, just as I was getting ready to go on to my even bigger news, the doorbell rang.

“Oops, there’s our dinner.”

My sister set down her empty glass and strode toward the foyer. I smiled to myself as I thought about the eyeful the delivery man — or delivery woman — would get. Jae looked like a high-priced hooker.

A few minutes later we were seated at the dining table, steaming containers of incredibly rich-smelling food open in front of us. It all looked wonderful, and I was suddenly starving.

We had a chilled bottle of wine too, a Riesling, which Jae said would go very nicely with the dishes she’d ordered. She poured our glasses and we drank another toast.

“To love and family,” she began.

“And sex,” I added, “don’t forget about sex.”

“Hear, hear!”

During the meal we talked mostly about less intimate subjects: her job and my job, how Kerie was doing in school, plans for summer vacation, and so on. I was eager to tell Jae what I’d done with my daughter that week, the latest taboo lines I’d crossed with her, but decided to wait until the moment was just right.

After we’d gorged ourselves, Jae placed the leftovers in the fridge while I put our few dishes in the dishwasher. Then we went back to the sofa to polish off that delicious bottle of wine.

She sat close to me, a hand on my thigh. “It’s nice, isn’t it? Just being together, you and me?”

“Yes, it is,” I nodded, “it really is.”

We were quiet for perhaps half a minute, neither of us speaking, enjoying the warmth of each other’s company.

Then, in a soft voice, I said, “You know, it’s funny, people think sisters can’t really be friends. But you, I mean, you’re my best friend ever, Jae. You really are.”

My sister looked at me for a moment, gazing steadily into my eyes. She smiled and nodded. “I know. Me too.”

I held her gaze, feeling so many things for her all at once — love, affection, gratitude, passion, lust. I took a deep breath, and licked my lips.

Jae leaned toward me, bringing her mouth to mine. We kissed.

This wasn’t a long kiss, and there were no tongues or anything — but it certainly wasn’t a sisterly kiss either.

When the kiss ended, Jae looked down at my leg, at her hand on my bare skin. Slowly she drew her fingers up, pulling the hem of my short skirt even higher, almost to my crotch. For a second I thought she might go farther yet and find that I wasn’t wearing any panties. But she stopped just before that point, gently caressing.

My heart was beating fast. It was clear now, to both of us I’m sure, where this evening was going. I was very happy about that.

Jae grinned and took a drink of wine, finishing her glass and setting it down.

“Can I tell you something?” I said, clearing my throat. “Something else that happened this week?”

“Sure, of course. I want hear it all, everything.”

“Okay. Um, well, you remember last Sunday, after… after we got done in Kerie’s bedroom, and we were eating lunch, and you said something about oral sex? You asked how much Kerie knew about it?”

“Uh-huh, I remember.”

“So, uh, later that night, Kerie asked me about that. She asked me what oral sex was.”

“Okay.”

“I told her, sort of. I tried my best to explain it, and then she asked if we could try it. She and I.”

“Ooh, nice.”

“Yeah, well, I kind of, you know… I was scared to at first. I wasn’t sure it would be right.”

“How come?” Jae frowned.

“Well, because I’m a dumbass. Because I worry too much about everything.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re not a dumbass. You’re a smart, wonderful person, and a great mom. Kerie is the luckiest kid ever.”

“Thank you.”

“But I don’t know why you didn’t just jump on her right away and start licking her little pussy!”

We both burst into laughter. After the cocktails and the wine, it was easy to let go, let it all out. We laughed for a long time, until our stomachs hurt, or at least mine did.

By the time it was over, we were slouched on the sofa, arms around each other’s necks, heads together, faces shiny with sweat, both breathing hard.

Jae looked into my eyes as our giggles subsided. She looked at my lips. She kissed me again.

This time it was not a soft kiss. Her tongue went into my mouth, and I welcomed it. Barely breaking the kiss, Jae climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, legs spread wide, skirt up near her waist. I caught a glimpse of black panties. She humped her body against mine, hands grabbing for my breasts, tongue and lips devouring my mouth.

I clutched at her, stroking her back, reaching for her butt, her legs, wanting to touch her everywhere. We panted and kissed, grinding on each other.

After two or three minutes of frenzied kissing and groping, Jae pulled away briefly, sitting up straight, pushing her hair back from her face, wiping sweat from her forehead.

“It’s fucking hot in here,” she grinned, then gripped the hem of her tank top and tugged it up and off in one motion, flinging it away, giggling again.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” I said, admiring her breasts. They were smaller than mine, a B-cup, but perfectly shaped with pert brown nipples.

Jae looked down at her chest. “Yeah,” she nodded, “they’ll do.”

“And you’re such a wildcat too. You said Rose was, but I’ll bet you can match her any day.”

She wagged her eyebrows. “It’s a fun competition.”

I laughed. “I love you so much, Jae.”

“I love you too, kiddo. But, um, let’s go upstairs now, okay? I want to really enjoy you, all night long in my bed.”

“Mmm, sounds nice. Okay.”

She climbed off, then helped me to my feet. As we headed up the stairs with me in front, I coyly flipped my skirt up, letting my sister see my bare bottom.

“Ooh, that looks tasty,” she giggled.

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