Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

In the morning, I opened my eyes to find my sister kneeling beside me, a hand working between her legs. I could hear the wet squishy sounds of her fingers sliding between the folds, and I could smell her arousal.

Jae was looking at me as she masturbated, and at Kerie, who was fast asleep.

I smiled, “You at it again?”

“Uh-huh, I… I can’t help it.”

“Aren’t you sore?”

“Well, yeah, a little. But it doesn’t matter. I just, I’m so turned on.”

“How come?” I asked.

“Because I had a dream. I dreamed about our mother. It wasn’t really a sexy dream, but she was so young and pretty, and, I don’t know, it was just so nice.”

“Okay.”

“Then I woke up from the dream and realized where I was, here with you guys. You know, mother and daughter. I started thinking about what you do with each other, how great it is, and wishing Mom had done all those things with me. With you too, I guess. Would you have wanted that?”

“Yeah, I… I think so. She was really pretty, and I loved her a lot.”

“Me too.”

We were both quiet for a minute, then I said, “Are you gonna come?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I already did once.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh. Before you woke up. You’re right, though, I am getting kind of sore.”

She grinned, tenderly patting her shaved vulva. Then she lifted her hand to her mouth, licking and smelling her fingers. “Mmm, I love pussy.”

“So do I.”

Jae lay down beside me, pulling the covers up partway. She’d apparently pushed them down so she could look at us while she played with herself.

She placed the same hand, still slightly moist, on my cheek and said, “Thank you, Shelly, for letting me be a part of this and everything. With you and Kerie. It means a lot to me.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you are part of it. I love you, and so does Kerie, very much.”

“I know. What a doll she is.”

We both turned to look at her.

My daughter lay on her back, the covers just above her waist, both arms at her side. Her blonde hair was mussy, cheeks rosy with sleep, lips slightly parted. I saw a gleam of saliva at the corner of her mouth. Her flat chest gently rose and fell as we gazed at her.

“She is adorable, isn’t she?” I said softly.

“Uh-huh. And sexy,” added Jae.

“Yes, very sexy.”

Kerie snuffled, crinkling her nose. Then she stretched her arms over her head and yawned. As she turned on her side, toward us, her eyes blinked open.

“G’morning,” she smiled.

That Monday, Memorial Day, was a play day for us. After breakfast, we packed a picnic lunch, then drove to a state park about an hour outside the city. We rented a row boat and explored a couple of small islands in the center of the lake. Kerie had a blast, and so did Jae and I. On the way home, we stopped at an old-fashioned diner for burgers and shakes.

 

When I returned the next day after having a salad for lunch in the school cafeteria, I found Tina in the outer office, doing some filing. Only she and Mrs. Simmons, the receptionist, were there.

I strode into my own small office, ready to get back to work. This was a busy time of year for me with the final semester drawing to a close. I had records to compile, reports to prepare for the school board, and so on.

A few minutes later, Tina poked her head in my open door. “I’ve finished with those transcripts, Ms. Driscoll. Is there anything else you’d like me to do now?”

She said this loud enough for Mrs. Simmons to easily hear. In fact, I hadn’t asked the girl to file any transcripts. Clearly this was a ruse to give her an excuse to speak to me, hopefully without raising suspicions.

“Uh, yes, Tina. Come in here a minute.” I picked up a blank sheet of paper and started writing briskly on it. “I need you to take this note to Mr. Ackerman for me.”

“Okay, sure. I’ll be glad to.”

After folding the note and placing it in a school envelope, I handed it to the girl, giving her a surreptitious wink. She grinned, bouncing excitedly on her toes. Easy now, I thought, let’s not be too obvious.

As Tina quickly turned to leave, her short flouncy skirt flew up, giving a brief but enticing glimpse of thigh. I assumed she’d done that deliberately, the little flirt.

The note I’d given her said: Call me at home tonight if you can. And be sure you destroy this! xxx  

 

The phone rang at a few minutes after 7:00. Kerie and I were in the living room, watching TV, a rerun of The Simpsons. I got up and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hi, um, Shelly?”

“Yes, this is Shelly. Hi, Tina.”

“Hi! Gosh, it’s exciting to call you at home!” she enthused. “Even though you gave me the number before, I didn’t know if I should or anything.”

“No, it’s just fine. You can call me any time. So, how’s everything going?”

“Good, really good. I have, uh, I kinda have a lot of new stuff to tell you about. But… maybe not on the phone, you know?”

“All right, well, hmm,” I said, “how about this — do you know the Blue Mountain Coffee Shop, on the corner of Broad Street and 16th?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, I know where that is.”

“It’s not very far from your house. Let’s meet there tomorrow afternoon at, say, 4:00 o’clock or so. Will that work for you?”

“Sure, it’s perfect!”

“We’ll be able to talk then. Of course we won’t be able to do anything more than talk, but maybe we can find another time for that fairly soon.”

“I hope so. I’d really like that.”

“Me too. But, uh, anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon, all right?”

“4:00 o’clock. I’ll be waiting.”

“Good. Okay, Tina, thanks for calling. Goodnight.”

“Bye.”

I hung up and thought about things for a minute. It shouldn’t be a problem leaving work an hour early the next day. Although I was busy, I could cut my lunch hours short and make up for the lost time. And as long as I completed everything my job required, no one paid that much attention to when I came and went.

No one except Mrs. Simmons, that is. But the way her mind worked, it seemed no matter what I did, or anyone else did, she’d find something wrong with it. I shook my head. Such an unpleasant person. It’s really too bad, but I certainly couldn’t do anything to fix her.

With all that settled, I went back to my daughter. We watched two episodes of The Simpsons, enjoying a dish of ice cream with the second one, then headed off to bed.

 

When I arrived at Blue Mountain the next day at a few minutes after 4:00, Tina was in a booth waiting for me. She waved as I came through the door.

I went to the counter and ordered an espresso, then joined Tina, sitting across from her. She was sipping a latte and grinning like it was Christmas.

“Hi, Shelly!”

“Hi, Tina.”

As I reached across to pat her hand, the girl impulsively grabbed my hand, squeezing it. I looked quickly around the coffee shop. Since I didn’t see anyone I recognized, I figured she and I might be safe enough holding hands for a few minutes.

“So, thanks for meeting me,” I winked.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m sorry to have to be so secretive, kind of sneaking around, but I do need to be careful.”

“I know,” she said. “I understand.”

“But, um, anyway, you said on the phone you had something to tell me?”

The pretty brunette blushed, her eyes going wide for a moment. But she didn’t look down. She nodded, keeping her eyes on mine, then licked her lips and said, “Yeah, I, I wanted you to know what happened, um, on Saturday night after you guys left, and then again on Sunday night too. Both nights.”

“Okay.”

When Tina didn’t go on right away, I prompted her with, “So, is this something more than what you told me about before?”

“Yeah, definitely. A lot more.”

“All right.”

She glanced around then as well, making sure no one was close enough to overhear our conversation. No one was.

Tina leaned forward, speaking in a low voice, almost a whisper. “My mom got a video camera. She bought one, a pretty good one I guess. And, um, on Saturday night, around midnight, after Becky had been asleep for a while, my mom asked me if I wanted to make a movie, kinda like the ones we watch together.”

“Wow…”

“Uh-huh. I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant then, but I said yeah, I did. So she took me up to her bedroom, and, um, she had some, like, nighties and things laid out on the bed. You know, sexy stuff? Like you see in Victoria’s Secret?”

“Okay.”

“She said I should pick something out to put on and then we could make a video.”

“Oh my…”

I felt my clit tingling. If we hadn’t been in the coffee shop, I would have started rubbing myself. It made me wish I’d chosen a more private meeting place. As it was, I crossed my legs under the table, squeezing my thighs together.

Tina said, “I put on like a red nightie, kind of see-through, and some red panties. But they were crotchless, you know?”

“Yes, I know what you mean.”

“Then I got on the bed after my mom moved the other things off it. She told me to pose sort of sexy, you know, like move around and touch myself and everything. We’ve watched a lot of videos like that, my mom and me. Then she turned the camera on, and —”

“And you turned her on.”

“Yeah, I guess I did,” the teenager giggled. “At first, I was nervous, but pretty soon I got into it. It was really fun, pretending I was like one of those girls in the videos. And it turned me on too, even more than I thought it would. I rubbed my hands on myself, and kind of made eyes at the camera, tried to look sexy, you know?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then I laid down and opened my legs and started rubbing my pussy for her.”

“Oh my god.”

“My mom kept saying things like, ‘That’s right, baby, ooh, you’re so hot,’ and stuff like that.”

“Wow.”

“When we first started, I didn’t think that I’d, you know, that I’d really be able to make myself come. I thought I might be too nervous or something, but I wasn’t.”

“Jesus.” I squeezed my legs together more tightly, scissoring my thighs.

“My mom got in really close, shooting the video of my pussy — and that really turned me on. I loved having her do that. I spread my legs as wide as I could, and like, used my fingers to pull my pussy open so she could see everything.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then I masturbated. I rubbed my clit and it seemed like almost right away I started coming. I was so turned on. I came really hard for my mom, and she kept the camera going the whole time.”

I tried to keep my breathing under control. By then, I was nearly panting. “Goddamn, that is so hot.”

“I know,” she nodded.

I noticed then that Tina’s face was flushed. There were beads of perspiration on her upper lip. Relating this story must have brought back all the erotic sensations for her, the excitement of the experience.

Then I noticed something else. A waitress was standing nearby, just behind Tina, her back to us but her head turned slightly as if she might be listening.

I squeezed Tina’s hand, which I was still holding. “Just a sec,” I whispered.

Clearing my throat, I said, “Miss? Could I order something else, please?”

The waitress turned toward me. She was a blonde, perhaps 20 or so, with an innocent-looking face. Her big blue eyes were wide, pale neck and cheeks quickly turning red. “Uh, u-um, y-you…” she stuttered.

“I’d like to order another espresso, please. A single, if you don’t mind.”

“Er, well, okay.”

The young woman nodded and walked slowly away. I wasn’t sure how much she’d been able to hear, but apparently it was enough to intrigue and perhaps arouse her.

To Tina I said, “Why don’t we… maybe we should go somewhere else. I’ll just finish that other espresso, and then…”

I looked at my watch and reluctantly reconsidered. “Well, maybe not. I do need to get home to Kerie. But, um, I guess we could go out and sit in the car for a few minutes and talk some more, then I’ll drop you off. It might not be as safe to talk about certain things in here as I thought.”

“All right,” Tina nodded.

I let go of her hand as the waitress returned, setting the demitasse cup in front of me. “Can I get you anything else?” the blonde asked, taking a long, interested look at Tina.

“No, that’s fine,” I said. “That’ll be all, thank you.”

Five minutes later we were out in the car. Tina continued the story, telling me her mother had connected the camera to a flat screen TV in the bedroom and that they’d  masturbated side by side on Valerie’s bed as they watched the stimulating video, she and her mom reaching climax at almost the same time. That was pretty much it for that night, she said, but the next night there was even more.

They’d started a little earlier on Sunday evening. At around 11:00, after making sure Becky was asleep, they went up to Valerie’s bedroom. Tina chose another sexy outfit to wear and posed for her mother, masturbating for her again, having an orgasm with the camera pointed right between her open legs. But then, instead of watching what they’d shot right away, Valerie asked Tina if she would like to make a similar video of her.

“Oh my god, really?” I said.

“Uh-huh.”

“And did you?”

“Yeah. My mom got dressed up in, like, black stockings and a garter belt and high heels and a black bra, but no panties.”

“Nice.”

“Then she did the same thing, kind of posing, looking at the camera and stuff, and touching herself. I tried to do a good job shooting it, but I wasn’t really sure how, and anyway I was totally turned on. It was hard to concentrate!”

“I’ll bet it was,” I grinned.

“Pretty soon she was laying down with her legs spread, rubbing her clit and everything. She kept talking, saying stuff like, ‘Look at my pussy, look at my pussy,’ and then suddenly she came. She was really loud, louder than I’d ever heard her before, almost screaming while she came. I wanted so bad to touch myself too right then, but I didn’t. I got it all on camera, even though it was kind of shaky.”

“That’s so damn hot.”

We were in a public parking lot, very public, with people walking by all the time, so I certainly couldn’t do what I wanted to do — open up my slacks and push my hand inside my panties and make myself come. All I could do was sit and listen, repeatedly clenching my thigh muscles.

“Then, after that,” Tina said, “we watched both videos, the one of me and then the one of her. My mom hooked the camera to the TV again and we watched them and masturbated.”

“Jesus.”

“But you know what?”

“What?”

“My mom told me she could, like, edit the two things together. You know, go back and forth between ‘em. She said that would be really great, ‘cause then it would be almost like we were with each other, in the same video.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. I didn’t know you could do that, but she’s pretty smart about stuff. She didn’t do it then, but she did the next day, Monday. And even though that was a school night, she let me stay up late so I could watch it with her, the one she’d made with both of us in it. That was totally hot, seeing us like that, going back and forth.”

“Mmmm…”

“And that’s why I wanted to tell you about it all, ‘cause it was so amazing. I knew you’d really like it,” the girl beamed.

“Oh my god, yes.”

“My mom said I shouldn’t tell anyone what we did, of course, but she also said it would be okay to tell you, since you’re such a good friend and she trusts you and everything.”

Suddenly I felt very ashamed. Valerie was trusting me with their secrets, while at the same time I was keeping secrets from her — like the fact that I’d taken her daughter out of school and had sex with her in a hotel room.

This would have to change. I needed to do something, though I wasn’t sure what. Then I realized what time it was.

“Oops, I gotta get you home,” I said, as I turned the key in the ignition. “It’s awful late, and Kerie’s waiting.”

“Okay,” said Tina. “I’m sorry I made you late.”

“It’s all right.” I backed out of the parking lot. “It was definitely worth it. I loved hearing your story.”

“Good.”

I dropped Tina off, watching her run up the steps and wave to me from the veranda. Then I drove home to my daughter. I made a quick dinner for the two of us, grilled ham-cheese-and-tomato sandwiches, then took her to my bedroom.

We enjoyed a lovely evening of incestuous sex, not staying up too late, though, because my little girl needed her sleep. It took me a bit longer than usual to drop off that night. I kept thinking about what I should say to Valerie, how I would try to explain what had happened, wondering what her reaction might be.

I also replayed in my mind all the things Tina had told me, visualizing the girl and her mother together: posing for the camera, touching themselves, turning each other on. It made me very wet, but I didn’t masturbate. I still felt too much guilt over the secrets I was withholding.

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