Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

PART THREE: The Young Adult Years

The Aftermath and the Summer Before College

By Cheryl Taggert 

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Life was difficult following the rescue of Cindy and the twins. Because the entire trip had been illegal, regardless of the objective for going, Mom had to pull a lot of strings to get Gwen’s body returned to the U.S. She had to bypass the American Consulate and deal directly with the police in Colombia because she didn’t want anyone too “official” to know why Gwen had gone to Colombia and died in a gunfight. Mom even had to travel back down there to retrieve the body, and I suspect she made a few of the higher ranking officials in the region very happy in order to get what she wanted. I do know she returned with bruises and did not do any films for almost a month after. She never spoke a word about that trip. While I was devastated that Gwen and Cindy’s friend Carlo had been killed, I was so proud of my mom for doing what she did. She helped rescue Cindy and got Gwen back home so she could be buried in an American cemetery.

But time has a way of leaving us with fond memories and the ability to move on from tragedy. In time we all spent much more time remembering how much fun we’d had with Gwen, especially that time she caught us in bed together and how frightening that was until she joined us. I often recalled that last orgy together in my mother’s huge bed and how much we had enjoyed each other.

Cindy moved in with Mom, as we had planned, and she’s still here. Randi was always more of a fling than a life partner or anything for Mom, and she understood. Randi has a new girlfriend and seems happy. Cindy works as a porn actress now herself, realizing it is a much safer job in the sex industry than being a call girl. She appears in a lot of “Cougar seduces young girl” or “Young girl seduces cougar” kinds of films, even though she’s only 34 now. She doesn’t look as young as she used to, though, because of her time in Colombia. Her favorite genre is the stepmother/daughter type of movies. The industry shies away from presenting actual incest, even if fictionalized, which I think is ridiculous.

The twins sleep in a queen-size bed in the same room with Jenna and me. Jenna’s happy because she not only got her mom back, but she also got to stay here with her adopted mother and sister, not to mention she also got two younger sisters in the deal. I am eighteen now, Jenna is fifteen, and the twins are eleven. Aunt Emmy and Danni still live in our guest room. All the adults chip in on the home expenses. Life is good, regardless of the tragedies.

One memory of the arrival of my new sisters was waking a few nights after they arrived and finding them in a sixty-nine on their bed. I woke up to a sound that must have been one of them moaning. Because of their fear of the dark that had developed after their escape, Mom had put a night light in my room. From the dim light I could see the two little girls going at it hot and heavy. Mom had suggested we keep the sex play to a minimum while the twins adjusted, and nobody had done anything together since they moved in. This moment of shared love, I knew, would allow everything to move on to something resembling a normal life, at least normal for my family.

I watched for a few minutes before getting up and moving to the side of their bed. I still insisted on sleeping nude, so I just stood there and watched them while rubbing myself to a wonderful orgasm. They saw me, of course, and this more or less sealed the deal with them that all types of fun could be had without any consequences.

The next night I asked, mostly through a sort of primitive sign language that involved lots of pointing since I didn’t know Spanish, if they wanted to watch Jenna and me having sex. Of course this led to having them join us, and that was the beginning of an entirely new family life. The twins can speak English fluently now, and I have started to master Spanish, taking it every year in school since Cindy’s and the twins’ arrival.

The job I had being Erin’s companion grew into just being her friend. She and her mom moved away last spring when her mom met a man and married him. I miss Erin, as well as her mom Peyton, but we all still communicate by email. Erin has a new friend now, and she sends me some of the most erotic pictures of the two of them. Her friend, whose name is Sydney, is a very cute redhead, and I drool whenever I look at her pics. My favorite picture of Sydney shows her lying back on the bed, her legs lifted so that her knees were nearly touching her shoulders, with a slender-handled hairbrush sticking out of her vagina. Her face, complete with freckles, is perfectly framed by her spread legs and pussy.

Nobody worries about Mark Craven, the man who had threatened Gwen about searching for Cindy. We knew he wouldn’t come calling anytime soon about that. With Pablo dead, he has no interest in the result since nobody is clamoring to get Cindy back to Colombia. Mom told me this after having a long talk with him about the situation.

I still wanted revenge on him, but Mom said I should drop it since he was no longer a threat. Still, he was my biological father, and his decision not to be a part of my life, while welcome now, shows just what an asshole he is.

I graduated from high school with honors and was accepted at UCLA, where I decided to attend college. I could have gone to Stanford with my grades and scores on the SAT and ACT, but I wanted to commute from home. My life there was exactly what I wanted, so why go anywhere else?

Marie is still one of my best friends, but she will attend UC Berkeley, where she plans to study medicine. She hopes to become a pediatrician. I think we all know why. Deanna is attending UCLA with me. I get the feeling she is happy that Marie is going to attend Berkeley.

All I can say is life will never be boring for me. I am always aware of how lucky I am. My mom, Cindy, Aunt Emmy, Danni, Deanna, and three ‘adopted’ sisters are all eager sex partners, all with my mother’s permission. Physical pleasure is never lacking around here, and most days someone can be found having sex, either alone or with one or more of the other people living here. I’m the happiest person in the world.

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I was now eighteen and more or less a legal adult, so I decided that I could earn some extra money in the sex trade. At first Mom was totally against it, reminding me that everywhere she went she had someone who recognized her, usually a man. She has met some of the rudest people, and she spent days rehashing stories about them.

There was the man who offered her $100 to masturbate on a city bus while he filmed her soon after her very first movie was released. As if! She said she laughed in the man’s face and finally had to get off the bus and hail a cab to get away from him.

Then there was this very fat man who followed her around the mall, ogling her and playing with his dick by putting one hand in his pocket. Mom said it was probably a pocket with a large enough hole in it to allow him to put his hand through it and touch himself. She says she actually could see the wet stain his cum made on his pants.

Then she reminded me of the man who followed her on the freeway for miles. She decided she needed to drive to a police station to get away from him.

There were dozens of these stories, but I kept reminding her that I’d pretty well grown up around the adult film industry, and Bob, her director, had always said I could have a job with his company on my eighteenth birthday if I wanted one, and I wanted one. I reminded her that there are pervy men everywhere, and that just because I was having sex with people in a movie didn’t mean that would be the only thing that caused men to get nasty thoughts about me.

“Mom, men make passes at me all the time!” I argued. “And so far I’ve never made any movies having sex with anyone. Or at least not any movies for the public to see.”

I could tell by her look that I’d scored a few points with that one. Finally, it came down to I knew about the negatives, probably more than anyone else my age, and it was my decision, not hers.

“Everyone who sees a movie you’re in will know what you look like naked,” she said, thinking this would dissuade me.

I just looked at her with a “duh” look and said, “Mom, if I could get away with going everywhere naked without being arrested, I would.”

Aunt Emmy was in the room during this conversation, and I suppose she couldn’t help adding in my favor, “Face it, Kay, she’s a perfect example of ‘like mother, like daughter.'”

This drew a disapproving glare from Mom, but Aunt Emmy just said, “Hey, it’s the truth and you know it.”

“Okay,” Mom finally said with a deep sigh of resignation. “I know when I’m licked.”

That sent me into a landslide of giggles, and I said, “Well, I know you know it when I’m the one who licked you! You always said I give you the best orgasms!” She smiled at my joke despite her reservations.

I went over to sit next to Mom and reassured her that nothing bad would become of my decision, ending with, “Besides, we could be in a movie together.”

Mom looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “They don’t make literal incest movies, Cheryl, except for a few daring people out there who feel they can’t get caught. Our lovemaking is still illegal in this archaic world we live in.” I already knew this, of course, but my mom still sometimes treated me like a child in some ways, which could be infuriating.

“That’s because they don’t want women having babies from incest,” Aunt Emmy said. “That kind of thing causes birth defects.”

Mom gave her sister another glare. “If Cheryl could ever get me pregnant, she’s been hiding a secret from everyone that would shock the world.”

Aunt Emmy held up a hand in a ‘stop’ gesture. “Preaching to the choir here, Kay. I get it that girl-girl incest has no drawbacks, you know.”

Still, I knew that the two of us could appear in a movie together. We just couldn’t have sex with each other. I had been thinking about this for some time now.

“We could make a movie where you catch me and a friend in bed together,” I said. “One thing could lead to another, and my friend could confess to always wanting to have sex with you. Then you could join the fun, and have sex with my friend while I watch and do things to the friend and myself, but never to you, other than maybe touching your ass. I’ve seen other videos like that, with a real mother and daughter. I’ve seen lots of short ones that involve the mom and daughter masturbating together but never touching each other.”

I could see the wheels turning in Mom’s head as she considered my suggestions. I had hit a chord with this. I knew that soon the two of us would be making a movie together. Then Mom sealed it by saying, “Okay, I agree we could do something like that.”

My summer vacation had just started, and I had two months before my first day of classes at UCLA began. That would be enough time to make several movies, including the one with my mother. So the next day I called Bob and discussed my idea about a movie with my mom, laying out the entire sequence about her catching me with my best friend. He loved it, of course.

“I think I have just the girl to play the friend,” he said. “You’ll really like her. In fact, she called me just yesterday to say she had accepted my offer for her to be a featured girl in a movie.”

“Great!” I said, nearly shouting into the phone. “Who is she?”

“Why don’t you and your mom come over to my place tomorrow evening around seven for a little get-together I’m having? You can meet her then.”

I loved this idea and begged Mom for us to take Bob up on his offer.

She sighed heavily and said, “Okay. We’ll do it.”

“You mean the get-together or the movie?”

“Both.”

I squealed and hugged my mother as hard as I could without hurting her. At least I don’t think I did.

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The next evening, Mom and I were on our way to Bob’s get-together. I was anxious to meet the other girl who would play my friend in the movie we were going to make. If she was okay with getting acquainted before we met for the shoot, I was hoping to get in a little playtime with my new co-star.

I had spent the day writing the situation for Bob to see what I would like to do in the movie. These things almost never have actual scripts. The actresses are given a situation and a target of where the story should go, and they do their best to move the scene along and reach that target, making up the dialogue.

In this one my friend and I would arrive at my house after school. There we would end up having a conversation about sex. One thing would lead to another as we talked, getting horny in the process. Eventually we would end up naked and in bed together. My mom would come home early from work and catch us. At first she would be upset, but then she would get turned on thinking about what we were doing when she had come in. My mom would come into the room and stop what we were doing, only to be easily talked into joining us. We might even add a scene where my mom was driving home from work and fantasizing about the same friend she ends up catching me with.

Mom found a parking space in the circular drive at Bob’s house and we got out of the car to join the party. I had purposely worn a short skirt and no panties, and I could feel a warm breeze waft up my skirt to brush against my bare pussy. We stepped up to the front door, rang the doorbell, and were escorted into the sitting room.

When I saw who my friend in the movie would be, my jaw nearly dropped to my chest. In fact, maybe it did.

Sitting on a pure white loveseat was my best friend, Deanna.

At first, I needed to make sure this was what I thought it was.

“Deanna?!” I asked. “Are you–?”

She smiled and nodded.

“Bob just told me about your idea to make a movie with your mom, and he thinks I would be the perfect person to play your best friend, I mean, especially since I am your best friend.” Her grin could not have been any bigger.

I shrieked and ran to her as she stood up to hug and kiss me. We were holding each other and hopping up and down like a couple of twelve year olds. And our kisses weren’t the chaste little pecks many girls shared with their best friends. We got some serious tongue involved.

We weren’t the only people at the party, either. There were several people from the business that I knew, as well as a few I’d never met before. Later, I counted a total of fourteen guests there, including my mom and me. Everybody but Mom was in on the little trick Bob and Deanna had played on me.

Needless to say, both Deanna and I were eager to enjoy each other at what would certainly become an orgy.

Stepping back from my embrace with Deanna, I unhooked my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I heard several people gasp when they saw I was naked from the waist down. Then I pulled my top off to reveal my boobs to everyone in the room.

While I stripped, Deanna did the same. She knew exactly what was going to happen here. We were basically going to put on a show for the guests. It wasn’t exactly the first time we had done things together while others watched. The first time, we were around nine years old and engaged in a hot sixty-nine in Mom’s car while the entire production team watched and got off as well.

As Deanna and I embraced again, I heard Bob say, “Well, everyone, I see the unplanned entertainment has begun. Everyone gather around and enjoy the proceedings.”

Laying Deanna back, I positioned myself so that our pussies were pressed against each other’s thigh. Soon we were making out and rubbing ourselves against the other. I could feel the warm liquid oozing from my best friend’s pussy, smearing my leg with the delightful honey. My own pussy was beginning to make a small puddle, or at least I thought it might I was so wet. Not only was I turned on because my partner was Deanna, but I was also nearly shivering with the lust caused by being watched. That’s how I knew I was destined to be in the adult movie industry.

Then Deanna pushed me onto my back and moved down to lick my bald pussy. I had undergone electrolysis to remove all traces of pubic hair permanently for my seventeenth birthday. It was a painful procedure, but permanent, which was what I wanted. Mom had gotten a woman she knows to do it for me, and the woman finished the procedure with a wonderful licking to soothe my sensitive mound of flesh.

As I lay there enjoying the familiar feeling of Deanna’s mouth on my most intimate spot, I opened my eyes and was surprised at what I saw.

Standing in the loft above the sitting room and looking at our little show was Callie, Bob’s daughter. I had met her before. She was eleven and extremely pretty with long blond hair and high cheekbones. Her thin girlish body had intrigued me more than once and she had been the object of several fantasies. When I saw her, she looked directly into my eyes and placed a finger over her lips to ask that I say nothing about her being there. I gave her the smallest of nods to let her know her secret was safe with me. I suspected she had been told to stay in her room and entertain herself or something while the “adults” entertained themselves.

She must have much preferred our entertainment. I know I would have at that age.

Everyone else in the room, of course, was standing around Deanna and me, watching us on the floor, so I figured I was the only person in the room who saw that Callie was enjoying the show from her private perch above the rest of us.

While I watched her, she purposely reached down and put her hand inside her panties and began to rub her slit. I continued to watch this angel working herself to what I figured would be one of many orgasms the girl had enjoyed in her life. After all, I began having them at age six. She was probably an expert at getting herself off by now.

Soon, she had moved her panties down to her ankles and spread her legs a bit so I could see. Her hand was flashing from side to side in a blur as she approached her climax. Her chest rose and fell as she worked herself into a bit of a sexual frenzy. She stopped for a second to remove her top, and then she was standing there virtually naked, her only garment being the panties that were stretched between her feet. I could see the swollen, budding, bee-sting nipples. One hand rubbed them gently while the other worked at her slit.

I felt my own orgasm approaching and small whimpers of need began to burst from me. Deanna could tell I was getting close and her tongue did a fast dance across my clit while two fingers plunged into the well of wetness that was my vagina.

The moment Callie began to shiver as her orgasm hit her, my own began to consume me with the throbbing that became delicious jolts of pleasure, shaking my body and bathing my soul.

When I opened my eyes again, Callie was dressed in her t-shirt and panties once again. She smiled at me, blew me a kiss, and scampered silently across the thick carpeting to her room.

I knew that if I managed to get Callie alone, we would be able to have a lot of fun together, and my mind began to explore ways to make that happen.

In the meantime, however, my best friend had just given me an amazing orgasm — with some unexpected and secret help — and now it was her turn to have her best friend bring her to a climax as well.

Beginning with her boobs, I began to make oral love to every part of her body I thought would bring her closer to coming. After about ten minutes of foreplay, my mouth devoured her pussy. Deanna had not had electrolysis, but she did shave regularly and use a depilatory cream, leaving a small patch of short, dark brown hair in a sparse tuft above her slit.

Soon, I had her squirming with the need to come. I teased her for a short time before keeping the pressure on her clit to bring her over the top. Her hips bucked against my mouth as she squealed out her orgasm, and I held on to give her the best I could give her.

Afterward, we lay together on the floor and our audience clapped their appreciation. Looking around, I saw that all of the guests had stripped and many were masturbating. Now that the ‘show’ was over, some of them began to pair off. There were only three men there, Bob and two other men I didn’t know. Mom was sucking Bob while the two men were busy with a woman I recognized as one of the porn actresses Mom had worked with. The rest of the guests were women, and they were either finishing masturbating or having some fun with one another.

As I lay there recovering from the fun with Deanna, I thought about Callie and wondered if she had masturbated again upon returning to her room.

While the rest of the people were getting involved with each other and no longer paying us any attention, I leaned over to Deanna. “You remember meeting Callie, Bob’s daughter?”

“Yeah,” Deanna said. It was almost a sigh and I didn’t know if that was from the contentment she was feeling after our fun or from a desire to get to know Callie a little better. Probably both, knowing Deanna.

“Well, when you were enjoying your little meal of pussy, she was standing in the loft watching us.”

“Really?” Deanna was suddenly no longer as tired as she had thought she was.

“Yeah, really. And get this. She pushed her panties to her ankles, took off her t-shirt, and masturbated to an orgasm. I came just as she started coming.”

“Oh my God. Did she know you saw her?”

“Absolutely. She even put her finger to her lips to ask me to say nothing.”

“Holy fuck.”

“So, you interested?”

“In getting with her?” Deanna apparently hadn’t considered that possibility yet.

“No, silly, in painting my bedroom. Of course, in getting with her. She made it very clear she wanted to.”

“Wow, when do you think we might be able to do that?”

I glanced around at the orgy taking place. Most of the others had consumed several alcoholic beverages and were barely aware of their surroundings, other than the desire to come that had more or less consumed what was left of their awareness.

“How about right now?” I asked, not believing my own words. I never took chances like this, but I wanted to do so now. Getting caught could be dealt with later if that happened.

Deanna glanced around at the room, and seeing the same thing I saw, smiled mischievously and nodded. “You really think she’d do stuff with us?” she asked.

“Only one way to find out,” I said, moving to stand on wobbly legs and helping Deanna up.

“They’ll just figure we went in search of a bedroom,” I said. “And I know just where one is.”

Taking Deanna’s hand, I led her to the staircase and up to the loft. I stopped for a moment and looked down at the orgy taking place below, imagining what Callie saw when she had stood in this same spot. Then I was moving down the dark hallway toward the one door with light coming through the small crack beneath it.

Opening the door quietly, I was greeted with a wonderful sight.

Lying on the bed and reading what was obviously an erotic novel, based on the poorly drawn, naked characters on the cover, was Callie, totally naked, and with one hand toying softly with her pussy.

Seeing Deanna and me, she grinned before saying softly, “I didn’t get enough before, so I came in here to come a few more times. Wanna join me?”

Glancing at Deanna, I smiled, and the two of us joined the gorgeous eleven-year-old on the bed.

Like I said, life at home for me is beyond great. It’s unimaginably wonderful!

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