Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

What a fun wedding!

It was kind of wild to put on bathing suits instead of fancy dresses and then head for the beach instead of to a church or something. But it was a beautiful wedding anyway, the nicest one I’ve ever been to. Plus, it was a gorgeous sunny day with a bright blue sky, warm but not too hot. Just perfect.

Both our moms wore white bikinis for the big event and nothing else, no veils or anything like that. And no high heels, of course. They were barefoot, standing in the sand a few feet from the waves. The suits they wore weren’t totally skimpy but definitely showed off their figures. It was pretty sexy.

They held bouquets of flowers as the ceremony began, but soon handed them to me and Jessica. We were in little bikinis too, matching pink ones our mothers had picked out for us. And when I say little, I mean little, because these were extremely skimpy, barely covering anything at all. I didn’t mind that, though. I liked it.

In addition to the bouquets we were holding, Jess and I also had been given small velvet pouches. Inside each was a wedding ring. When the time came, we would provide them.

It was a woman who married them, an older lady, maybe around fifty, I guess. She was tall and slim, with a nice tan, wearing shorts and sandals and a sleeveless blouse, her gray hair in a butch cut. She smiled a lot and seemed really nice.

All the people there helping that day were ladies, in fact. There weren’t any men, which was fine with me. And everyone spoke English pretty well, lucky for us, except they did it with French accents. That’s the official language of Guadeloupe because it’s owned by France or something.

Anyway, they started the ceremony, saying all the usual words. It didn’t last very long, maybe ten minutes or so. They asked for the rings, which we gave them, and then the lady said, “I now pronounce you wife and wife.”

After that it was all hugs and kisses and lots of crying. I got kissed and squeezed over and over by my mom and by Jessica and by her mom and even by the lady minister or whatever she was. Tons of hugging and kissing with everyone in tears, including me.

Eventually we settled down and then it was time for lunch. They had a table set up under a big awning, and there were plenty of chairs, some in the sun and some in the shade. The food was mostly little sandwiches, but there was fresh fruit too, along with some fried shrimp and a few other things. We hadn’t had much for breakfast that morning, just cinnamon rolls and juice along with coffee for the moms, so I was hungry.

We ate and talked and laughed, and Karen cried some more. It seemed like she hardly ever stopped crying and she barely ate anything. But it was easy to see how happy she was, which made me happy too.

“You want to go play in the water?” said Jess. She was done eating by then, and so was I.

“Sure, that sounds good.”

We sprinted down across the sand and into the waves. They weren’t very big waves, though, because the beach was located in a small bay so the warm water just sort of lapped at our knees. But we still had a lot of fun, goofing around and splashing each other.

After a while my mom called to us, saying we’d have to leave soon. And that’s when it suddenly struck me as we walked hand in hand back up toward them: my mom wasn’t just my mom any more — now she was our mom, and Jessica’s mom was our mom too! We both had TWO MOMS!!

 

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The ferry departed Trois-Rivières at 3:00 PM, arriving an hour and fifteen minutes later at Terre-de-Haut Island, pulling up to a small dock. Together with a handful of other passengers, two women and two young girls got off. They bore a number of suitcases, some on wheels and some that they carried.

A driver was there to meet them, with a private car. He helped them load the bags while telling them in broken English that their destination was not far away.

This island truly was tiny, Nora realized. She’d read in advance that it was only two square miles, but seeing it now, it seemed even smaller. They easily could walk from one end to the other. At least in terms of distance they could, except the island was also highly mountainous, which is why their car ride lasted for as long as it did. As the crow (or seagull) flies, they probably covered much less than a mile, but the narrow road they took wound in and out and in and out, faced by steep cliffs on one side, water on the other.

They were looking for seclusion, though, and that was what they’d found. The villa they had rented for four days and three nights sat seemingly all by itself, perched high on the side of a hill, overlooking the turquoise sea.

As he unloaded their bags, the driver reiterated what they’d already agreed in making their reservation — that the villa was fully stocked with food and drink and that they shouldn’t need another thing. But if they did, all they had to do was call, assuming the phone service was working, of course, which it usually was on most days.

He was a talkative fellow, short and middle-aged with a bushy dark brown mustache. A pleasant enough man, Nora thought, and hopefully competent, since he was also the villa’s caretaker, but she was glad that once he drove away they likely would not see him again until it was time for them to leave. If they did need anything, she decided, they could just walk to the small village by the dock. She’d noticed at least one general store there.

The girls had gone inside, checking everything out. Just then she and Karen saw them pop out onto the second-floor balcony, grinning and waving. The women waved back.

Karen wrapped both arms around Nora’s waist, giving her a squeeze. “God, I’m so happy,” she said. “We really are a family now, aren’t we?”

 

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One of the things Jess and I discovered when we went inside to explore was that whoever owned the place we were staying in had left plenty of food there for us, even a nice dinner all prepared for our meal that night. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some fried chicken and potato salad, but the good thing was that meant we wouldn’t have to cook. We could just take the stuff out of the refrigerator and start eating.

That’s what we did later on, except first we unpacked our bags, putting our clothes and things away. The house had three bedrooms, all on the second floor. Two were pretty small but the third one was huge with a king-size bed, and you know what? They told Jess and me we all would be staying in that room and sleeping in the same bed. Nice!

Before having dinner, the four of us took a walk together, looking around the nearby area. We followed a path that went down the side of the hill and ended up at this tiny little beach in sort of a cove or something. It seemed like a good place for swimming, and Jessica’s mom — no, I should say our mom — said it might be an ideal spot for snorkeling too. I’d never done that before and it sounded like fun.

When we came back from our walk it started getting dark and we decided it was time to eat. We got out plates and napkins and everything along with the food, and our mothers opened up a bottle of wine to drink.

A few minutes later, while I was munching on a chicken wing, I had kind of a funny idea.

“Mom? I have a question.”

“Yes?” (It was my mom, my original mom, I mean, who answered.)

“Well, now that you guys are married and you’re both our moms, that means me and Jessica are sisters, right?”

“That’s right. Well, step-sisters at least. But you certainly can call yourselves sisters if you want to.”

“Okay. But the thing is, if we’re sisters now, then we can’t be lovers anymore, can we? I mean, wouldn’t it be wrong for us to do all the things we do?”

Jess smacked my shoulder, hard. “No way — shut up!”

Everyone, including me, was laughing as I rubbed my sore shoulder. Then Karen, my new mom, said, “Actually you’re right, Lia. It’s very bad and very wrong for sisters to have sex with each other. Just like it’s completely wrong and nasty and dirty if a woman wants to have sex with her own daughter, or with both of her daughters.”

As she spoke, she pushed her chair back from the table and spread her legs wide. Caressing herself through her khaki shorts, she said, “It’s very wrong and very dirty for a mom to even think about things like that, to imagine touching her little girl’s sweet pussy, playing with her, making her come. Or to fantasize about sitting on her daughter’s face, grinding on her and coming in her mouth. That is so wrong, so very bad… and so fucking hot!!”

“Whew!” With a grin, my mother comically wiped her brow, then stood up. “Come on, let’s hurry and get these leftovers in the fridge so we can talk some more about how bad we all want to be.”

 

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Ten minutes later we were in the largest bedroom upstairs, all four of us seated on the giant bed. We were barefoot but still dressed, and I wasn’t sure then if our moms might ask us to strip for them, or if they might strip for us or something like that. Or maybe we’d all just jump in and start grabbing each other. But actually none of that is what happened.

Instead, Karen said, “How about if you two kids make out first while we watch, okay? That would be so hot.”

“Ooh, yeah, good idea,” agreed my mom. “In fact, I really want to see the two of you make love, go all the way for us.” She quickly opened her shorts and slid a hand inside her panties. “Mmm, my pretty daughters naked together, sisters having sex…”

Jess and I grinned at one another. That would be no problem at all, since my comment at dinner was only a joke, of course. And it would be totally exciting for us to make out and to play with each other’s bodies with both our moms watching.

We got up on our knees, wrapped our arms around each other, and started to kiss. I felt a little self-conscious at first, but after only a minute or so of making out with Jessica like that, kissing wetly and with our hands caressing, the arousal pretty much took over and my instincts kicked in. I didn’t care then if anyone was watching. I just wanted to keep kissing Jess, the girl I loved, and feel her warm skin on mine. I wanted to touch her beautiful pussy, put my finger inside her, kiss and lick and suck her clit and make her come. That was all that mattered.

Before I knew it, we were lying on the bed with our clothes off, still making out but now both naked. Jess was on top, in our usual position, sort of humping her crotch against my hip. Her tongue was in my mouth and I was sucking on it. God, it felt so great, so perfect.

Somewhere along in there, I realized that our moms were naked too. They were kneeling next to us, one on each side, masturbating while they watched. Plus they were telling us what to do, talking dirty, their words overlapping: “Play with her tittie… yeah, kiss that little nipple… so hot, uh-huh… rub her pussy, rub her pussy… god she’s so fucking wet… put your finger inside, push it inside… fuck her pussy, make her come…”

Jessica took the initiative around then, sliding down between my legs, spreading them apart and starting to lick me. Oh how I loved that! My eyes were closed as I concentrated on all those wonderful feelings, her hot tongue bathing me, fingers teasing my vagina, lips nibbling at my clit.

I could still hear the voices of our mothers, though I couldn’t really make out everything they were saying. But I do remember hearing Karen come when Jess first started licking me, and then a couple more times after that. I think my own mom had an orgasm too, except it all got sort of mixed up for me because pretty soon I had this huge climax with my girlfriend — my sister! — sucking my clit. And she didn’t stop with just one. She kept sucking and fingering, making me come again and again until finally I had to push her away.

 

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Nora could scarcely believe it was actually happening. She was watching two little girls, both just twelve years old, having sex right in front of her. What an awesome sight it was, with those smooth, sweet, innocent young bodies — yet doing things that were anything but innocent.

She saw lips kissing tiny breast buds and sucking on nipples, hands caressing puffy pussies (in Lia’s case still completely hairless, so nice!), small fingers actually slipping inside juicy vaginas. It was everything Nora had ever dreamed of seeing and it turned her on immensely. She was massaging her own clit and was getting close, but she didn’t want to come for fear that she might shut her eyes and would miss something.

Best of all, this was only the beginning. Tonight she could do so much more than merely watch. She could join in with them, have sex with these tempting young girls, her own daughters, and also with her new wife at the same time. Every fantasy would come true for her. 

Just then, Jessica slid down between Lia’s legs and put her mouth there, kissing and licking that beautiful bald pussy. Oh my god!!

Now Nora simply had to come, she couldn’t wait any longer. She started rubbing her clit faster — and in that same instant heard Karen cry out in orgasmic passion. No surprise that she would get there first. Nora smiled briefly, then doubled down on her own self-pleasure and soon was nearing a peak. When she saw her daughter Lia scrunch her eyes, saw her face turning red, and then saw her lovely young body jolted by a powerful orgasm, Nora went soaring over the top.

 

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After that it was my turn. Jess had given me all I could ever ask for and I was eager to return the favor. Plus I really wanted to show off for our moms. It was exciting for me to imagine the hottest, dirtiest things I could do with Jessica, stuff that might drive our mothers totally crazy with lust. It’s funny, because at first I’d been a little self-conscious, then mostly oblivious, and now I was ready to put on an exhibition, a SEXhibition!

When I thought of that new word, I giggled to myself as I sat up and had Jess lie on her back. I pushed her legs wide apart, holding them that way, then smiled at my moms.

“Look at her pussy,” I said to them. “Isn’t it nice? Look how wet and gooey she is. I just love eating her, licking up all her cream and swallowing it.”

“Fuck…” Karen sighed. She was masturbating, of course, pretty much like always.

To demonstrate what I’d described, I took one hand from Jessica’s leg and rubbed two fingers over and between her pussy lips, scooping up some of her goo. I brought the fingers to my mouth but before licking them turned to my moms again.

I made a point of running my tongue around my lips, trying to act sexy and also hungry, as I said, “Mmm, it’s so yummy. I love pussy.” Then I sucked the fingers into my mouth.

“Unh! Unh! UNHH!!” Karen had another orgasm as she watched me taste the juices from her daughter’s vagina. 

“I just can’t get enough,” I told them, smacking my lips. “I really love pussy.”

Now I used both hands to open Jess’s labia, giving our moms a good close look at her little pink hole, all shiny and wet. “Want me to put my finger in her cunt?” I asked my mother.

“God, yes, please, I’d love to see that.”

“Okay.”

I slowly slid the middle finger of my right hand inside her. Jess groaned and sort of shivered. She was breathing fast, obviously very turned on. I knew I could make her come pretty quickly, but I wanted to continue this nasty show a little longer.

“Oooh, she feels so hot inside, so hot and soft and sexy.” I eased my slippery finger in and out a few times, letting the moms see everything. “I love fucking her with my finger. I really do — and I also love to fuck her with my tongue.”

“Oh my god,” my mother moaned. She was masturbating too, fingers working rapidly between her legs.

“You want to see me do that?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

“Okay. Except you know what, Mom?”

“What?”

“Sometimes when I’m doing that with Jess, when I’m fucking her pussy with my tongue, I like to pretend it’s your pussy, and that I’m—”

“OH! GOD!!”

My mother climaxed as I told her what I’d fantasized about.

 

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There was nothing, nothing that could ever match this, Karen was absolutely convinced. Not even all those wonderful porn movies she had, some of them blazing hot, dealing with forbidden topics like mother-daughter incest, could match this. She knew she would never choose to give up her porn, that she would happily use it again many times in the future, but she also knew it couldn’t come close to this, to the real thing.

Having two beautiful young girls naked right in front of her eyes — her own daughters! — then seeing the girls kiss and touch and lick each other, plus hearing Lia say such stunningly erotic things. Who knew she had that in her?!

Karen was almost ready to come again, but she deliberately held off for just a bit so she could keep on watching, and listening too. The dirty words excited her nearly as much as the visuals did.

“I love fucking her with my finger. I really do, and I also love to fuck her with my tongue.”

Jesus, Karen thought, these kids are driving me insane! She’d tried her best to prolong the buildup, to delay the inevitable orgasm — but when she heard Lia say that and saw the child lower her face to Jessica’s pussy, covering it with her mouth, and then saw her shove her tongue up inside that little girl vagina, it was too much. Karen came again.

On to Chapter 24!