Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Jessica felt a pleasurable sensation coursing through her body as she slowly drifted into consciousness. She was in the midst of a waking dream, caught up in an endless Moebius strip of steamy lesbian fantasies, each one featuring women and girls she knew. Once upon a time, such a thing would have shocked her; now it seemed perfectly natural. And in the lion’s share of these imagined scenarios, her sex partner was a young girl — or girls.

Picturing herself with Sally was easy, seeing as she had her memories to rely on — only in this imagined version of their encounter, she enticed the comely teen up to her office, stripped the girl naked and took her on top of the desk, not even bothering to brush the paperwork aside.

Then it got even wilder: when she and Sally came, Jess glanced toward the unexpectedly open office door and saw several of the women and girls who worked for her, eagerly watching and touching themselves, all of them at least partially nude.

The vision changed. Now Sally was stretched out on the sofa, and Jessica was eagerly going down on her. She recalled the rich scent of the girl, the warm nectar of Sally’s pussy and how it coated her lips and chin.

Suddenly Jess felt another tongue burrow into her cunt. Startled, she glanced over her shoulder, only to see Alice there, the girl’s face buried in her arse, a wild look in her daughter’s eyes that made Jessica’s heart race — but once again, the image disappeared.

In the next scenario, Jess was in bed with her children, all of them stark naked. Alice was nuzzling her breasts, Katie was kissing her belly — and most unsettling of all, seven-year-old Poppy was blissfully licking her pussy. Even in the safety of slumber, the image frightened Jessica — so her mind quickly swiped it, and the girls vanished.

Now she was a witness, not a participant. She was watching Rachel and her daughter Bella, seeing them make love. Jess pictured herself in a plush accent chair, one leg thrown over the arm and a hand cupped under her breast, the thumb and forefinger rolling a swollen nipple. She was idly stroking her thigh with the other hand, occasionally using a finger to flick at her clitoris as the sight of Rachel and Bella, blissfully committing lesbian incest.

The scene shifted, only slightly this time. Now Rachel was lying on a bed with Bella kneeling on the floor trying to push her hand into her mother’s vagina, words of encouragement mixed with moans of ecstasy flowing from Rachel’s mouth.

The fantasy loop began to speed up, images of women she knew flashing past in a blur. As they rushed by, Jessica’s feelings of pleasure increased; she was amazed how real they felt.

A sudden jolt shook Jess into the land of the living, reminding her of where she was. She looked sideways, expecting to find Rachel sleeping beside her, but saw an empty pillow instead. Jess realised she was now awake, but somehow still felt the physical effects of her dream.

Glancing down at the bottom of the bed, she saw the source of her pleasure, lit by a stripe of light coming through a narrow gap in the curtains. The sheets were thrown back and a face was buried between her legs — a face that peered up to reveal a smiling Rachel, her lips glistening with Jessica’s nectar. “Morning, lover,” she said.

Raising herself from between Jessica’s thighs, Rachel crawled up to lie on top of her partner, planting kisses along the way, pausing to nuzzle her breasts. In response, Jess raked her fingernails down Rachel’s back, causing her friend to twitch.

Jess drew Rachel into her arms and kissed her. Then she felt something firm against her thigh.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Ah, well, you looked so good, just lying there asleep. Got me all hot and bothered, so I had a little poke through my toy box for something to continue your education.” She flashed Jess a bad-girl grin. “Ready to go back to school, lover?”

Seeing the puzzled look on Jessica’s face, Rachel slid back down to the foot of the bed and stood up. She was wearing a belt or harness of some kind around her waist and between her legs, with a flesh-coloured and very lifelike cock attached, complete with veins scrolling round the length of it.

Jess could only stare, her jaw gone slack. She’d seen a couple of strap-ons featured on Rachel’s lesbian DVD, but had never encountered one in person.

Rachel stood, hands resting on her curvaceous hips. “Mind you, this is just the training model; wait till we get to the big ones!”

“My God, I thought Mark was big! Then again, I didn’t have many to compare him with,” Jessica said, unable to tear her gaze from the appendage dangling before her.

Rachel laughed. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ve got lots of toys to try out and plenty of time. Someday, we’ll have to go on a little fun shopping trip to get you sorted. I’m guessing you don’t own a dildo or vibrator yourself?”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” Jess retorted indignantly. “As a matter of fact, I do own a vibrator.”

“Let me guess — you bought it at a party twenty years ago and it’s one of those hideous plain plastic affairs that sound like a dentist’s drill.“

“No doubt you have an extensive collection, then?” Jess retorted defensively, glancing around.

Rachel pointed to a large decorated box on the floor near the open wardrobe that appeared to contain a plethora of sex toys — all shapes, sizes and styles.

“My husband liked to watch me use them on myself and sometimes on him… that is, before he decided to get his boyfriend to roger him with the real thing instead. After I found out and booted him into touch, I decided to play the same game, So I had a few liaisons with some ladies who introduced me to the joys of toys. But enough chit-chat, let’s start class!”

With that, she grabbed Jessica’s ankles, causing her to squeal in surprise, and tugged the woman down until her wet pussy was at the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, she lubricated Jessie’s cunt with her tongue, then produced a small bottle of lube.

“As it’s your first fuck for a good few months, we’d better take it slow, in case it’s all healed up.” She opened the bottle and squeezed a bit of the clear liquid on the dildo. Closing and dropping the bottle, she used her hand to spread the lube over the length of the fake penis, then wiped her fingers along Jessica’s slit, making her jump a little.

“Raise your knees, love,” Rachel purred, now sliding her hand up and down the slippery sex toy as if she was jacking it off.

A storm of nervous anticipation was brewing inside Jess as she did as she was told, bracing herself for penetration. It had indeed been a long time since she’d been fucked, and she loved the idea of getting back into the game with a good hard shag from her best friend.

Bending her knees, Rachel carefully worked the tip of the silicone cock up and down through Jessica’s wet vaginal lips, then gently pushed against the slick hole, gaining access. She gradually increased her speed, going a little deeper each time. After a few strokes, she had the entirety of the sex toy buried inside her.

Jess threw her head back, clutching the blanket in her fists. Her vagina was now producing copious lubrication of its own, so Rachel began increasing the speed and depth of her thrusts, her hips pumping forward and back. After a minute or so, Jess began to thrash wildly, hooking her heels behind Rachel to pull her in as far as she could. She hadn’t felt anything substantial inside her for almost a year, her rare masturbation sessions limited to a couple of fingers and her clitoris. What she was feeling right now was a whole new ballgame.

Suddenly, she vented her climax in a loud scream, her body arching up from the bed.

Hastily withdrawing her cock, Rachel dove between Jessica’s legs, gluing her mouth to her lover’s cunt to get every drop of the tart fluids. With some still in her mouth, she quickly bent to kiss Jess to kiss her, giving back the sweet nectar.

Jess reached out, grabbing Rachel’s face with both hands, probing her mouth with an eager tongue. They thrashed around on the bed, locked in a passionate kiss, eventually coming to rest.

Rachel spoke first. “Much as I love the taste of you in the morning, I need orange juice and coffee. Fancy some breakfast?”

Jess stared at her friend in disbelief, unable to speak, finally just giving a brief nod. She was wondering what other lesbian sensations she had yet to discover… and why no-one had ever told her about them until now. Two weeks ago, the only person she knew for certain had gone to bed with a woman was her sister Laura. Funny how she and I have never really talked about her being gay, Jess thought. Of course, Laura had never really volunteered much information about her relationships with women; Jess didn’t even know how many she’d been with.

Rachel rose, then helped Jess out of bed. They went down to the kitchen naked but for short, light robes, where Rachel made toast and coffee for them both. They made small talk, skirting round their nighttime pleasures, occasionally exchanging a shy glance.

Taking a look at the clock on the wall, Jess stood. “I really have to get going; it’s nearly nine o’clock and I have a busy day ahead. I’m going over early to pick the girls up from Blanche’s house — I promised to have coffee with her. Want me to bring Cindy home?”

“That would be great, Jess. Tell you what, I’ll pick Alice up from the school later when I get Bella. Then we can swap daughters.”

They both looked at each other — suddenly aware of how that sounded, given their conversation of the previous night, and laughed. “You know what I mean.” Rachel clarified.

“I’m not sure I do now,” said Jess, shaking her head. You might corrupt my baby girl, the same way you did me.”

Rachel put a hand on her heart. “I wouldn’t do that! Well, not unless you were with me. Anyway, you’ve already gone there, by the sound of it.”

Jess wondered how they’d gotten to the point where she was making jokes about sharing her daughter with Rachel. She didn’t have an answer.

Running a hand through her tousled hair, she said, “I’d better get dressed. Don’t want to alert the neighbours about our lesbian shenanigans by running across the road in the altogether.”

“I dare you,” teased Rachel.

Jess just rolled her eyes, “You fucking loony,” she said, but with a grin.

Hand in hand, they went upstairs to the master bath, where Rachel suggested they share the large shower — an invitation that Jess was helpless to refuse.

Inside, they soaped one another, pausing to squeeze and tweak each other’s nipples while exchanging heated kisses under the flowing water. Taking control, like a pupil turned on the teacher, Jess turned her companion round and pushed her — gently, but with underlying force — against the tiled wall. Rachel gave a little squeal of delight as Jess moved close behind her, nuzzling the smaller woman’s neck and ears.

Rachel let out a low moan. “Oh babe, you’re learning fast.”

Gathering up a handful of creamy lather, Jess slipped a hand round to Rachel’s tummy, reaching down to slide a finger between the juicy lips of the woman’s shaved slit. As she fingered the clitoris, Rachel pushed back against her, so Jess used her other soapy hand to part her lover’s pert buttocks. She eased her middle finger into Rachel’s arse, working it in and out of the smaller hole, kissing and nibbling her ear under the cascade of steaming water.

Rachel climaxed — throwing her head back, then sagging where she stood, slumped against the slippery tiles that lined the shower wall. Turning to face Jessica, Rachel kissed her, then smiled. “Mmmm, I’m beginning to think I’ve created a bloody monster here.”

Jess laughed. “Well, I have to make up for lost time. It’s never too late to realise your dreams — even if you’ve never had dreams this wild before!” They kissed again, then quickly rinsed off and emerged, glistening and pink, from the shower.

Once they’d dried each other, Jess slipped on her shoes and dress, which still held the scent of their coupling, but her thong had gone missing. Deciding it was probably unfit to wear anyway, she decided to go commando. The reason she couldn’t find it was that Rachel had slipped the skimpy thong under her pillow, to fuel the masturbation session she was already anticipating after Jess was gone.

They stopped at the front door and looked at each other. “That really was a lovely night, Rach. I can’t thank you enough for opening my eyes. I don’t know exactly what happens now… just that I want more of it.”

“What are friends for?” Rachel said, touching Jessica’s cheek, then pulling her in for one last kiss. “Give some thought to what I said last night, and let’s talk about it tomorrow.” Jess looked at her quizzically. Seeing her confusion, Rachel just said, “About our girls…?”

“Oh, yes,” Jess said, nodding her head. “I’ve been thinking about what we discussed. First, I need to have a little chat with Alice, about where things stand with us… but I’m beginning to think that you’re right, that we ought to give our daughters some kind of, um…”

“Guidance?” Rachel suggested.

“That’s it. Our girls need guidance in matters of, of sexuality — and like you said, who’s better suited to offer that guidance than their mums, right?”

“I think we’re definitely on the same wavelength here,” said Rachel. “Call me tomorrow, and we’ll discuss it. Until then… goodbye, love.”

With that she opened the door to let Jess out, closing it after her and leaning against it with a satisfied smile. Then she remembered her memento of Jessica, and hastened back up to her room. Fishing the tiny piece of silk that still held the aroma of her friend’s cunt from beneath her pillow, Rachel brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply before spotting the discarded dildo, resting on the nightstand.

She picked it up and licked at the juices that were still evident on the toy’s surface, pushing the length of it into her mouth to get as much as possible before flopping down on her bed, spreading her thighs and thrusting it into her own cunt to mingle her fluids with the remnants on the toy. It took less than a minute before Rachel gasped through a shattering climax.

*****

As Jess got to the gate, she looked round to see if anyone was about. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and focused on a home a hundred yards away. It was Abby, coming out of Mel’s house. Jess stopped to conceal herself by a large bush — partly in case they saw her coming out of Rachel’s in the walk of shame, partly to observe them.

As she looked on, Abby glanced quickly around, then leaned into Mel, kissing her briefly, but not in the way friends do. Jessica’s suspicions were confirmed — in the words of Billy Paul, her friends ‘got a thing goin’ on‘ and this had clearly been the case for a lot longer than last night.

Jess waited until Abby walked away toward her own house, then she quickly stepped across the road to her front door, storing this tidbit of information for another day.

*****

After dressing somewhat more appropriately in jeans and a t-shirt, Jess drove to the Turner estate to pick up the girls. The mothers had been asked to collect their children around midday — but after calling ahead, Jess arrived over an hour early for coffee, just as she’d promised Blanche the day before. Although it had been beneficial to cultivate a good customer relationship with Blanche, given the doors that could open for her, they had also formed a genuine friendship as two successful, intelligent women of business.

The security gates opened for her almost immediately, and she drove up to the house, as impressed this time as when she’d first seen it. As she parked the car, the front door opened but instead of Blanche, her personal assistant Grace Cooper came out to greet her.

“Hello Ms, Matthews,” she called as Jess emerged from her vehicle.

“Please, it’s just Jessica.” She’d met Grace a few times before, at the various events she attended with Blanche. Jess found her likable, but never really had a chance to speak with her for any length of time before she ran off to attend to something for Blanche. She seemed to be in her early thirties, and despite the smart attire she wore at those events, Jess got the impression that Grace was concealing her femininity behind a businesslike exterior.

At Blanche’s home, though, Grace seemed to have undergone a complete transformation, now standing before Jess in a light summery dress, her hair down in a loose ponytail, and without the steel-framed glasses she usually wore. Jess approached her, impressed by what she saw. This seems more like the real, honest Grace, she thought.

“Jessica, sorry. Please come through. Blanche — er, Mrs. Turner is out in the garden with the children.”

They passed through the beautiful, expensively decorated large hallway that led from the front to the back of the house, then onto the large terrace at the rear, overlooking an expanse of green and colourful gardens. There were various children’s playthings spread across one corner near the terrace, including swings, a slide, trampoline, a Wendy house big enough to sleep in, and a climbing frame. There were at least a dozen little girls playing, all giggling and shouting to each other.

As before, Blanche extended a warm greeting. “Thank you, Grace. Hello, Jessica! Lovely to see you again. Thanks for coming.”

Jess hugged Blanche, just as she usually did — but now her heightened senses, raised by recent events and the presence of lovely female bodies, caused her to react to the touch of the other woman’s breasts, her nipples becoming stiff in an instant.

As they parted, Jessica found herself looking at Blanche in a different way, noticing how attractive she was, feeling her face get warm. Good grief! she thought. Am I going to react this way from now on, every single time I see an attractive woman?

Blanche couldn’t help but observe Jessica’s slight lingering look. She also took note of the state of her guest’s erect nipples through her blouse, and gave a wry, knowing smile.

Leading Jess over to a wrought-iron patio table, Blanche said, “Have a seat, and excuse me while I fetch the coffee. Oh, and can you keep an eye on the girls, in case they get over-exuberant?”

“Happy to, Blanche.” Jess replied.

Jess watched as the large group of girls raced about, playing with what seemed like boundless energy. Blanche returned a couple of minutes later with a large coffee pot, cups and a plate of small biscuits on a tray. She poured the coffee, and Jess asked, “So, how’s the party going?”

As Blanche shared the details and regaled Jess with various amusing episodes from that day and the previous night, they watched over the girls. They engaged in general chit-chat, mostly about their daughters, until Katie and Poppy suddenly noticed their mother and ran over to hug her, both talking at once about the party and what fun they’d had.

“Whoa! Slow down, you can tell me all about it later,” she said, holding up her hands in mock surrender.

“Look what I can do, Mum!” cried Katie as she dashed towards the climbing frame, where Blanche’s little girl Savannah was already dangling from the bars.

Both girls grabbed the overhead bar, swung their legs up through their arms to hook them over the frame, then let go their hands to hang upside down. This caused their dresses to hang down over their upper bodies, exposing their small cotton panties and in Katie’s case, her flat chest.

Jess watched closely as they hung from the bars, her eyes drawn to the junction of both girls’ legs, where the tight little panties they wore outlined their vulvas, accentuating their small slits like little peaches. Katie’s nipples were exposed and, as the young girls swung back and forth, Jess recalled her night with Alice, the image of her youthful naked body, then the conversation with Rachel about “educating” their daughters.

Suddenly Jess felt hot, and began to experience a slight dizziness. Her vision blurred slightly, her mouth started to dry and she unconsciously licked her lips.

Jessica’s youngest daughter didn’t want to be outdone, so Poppy yelled, “Now watch me, Mum!” as she performed a cartwheel, exposing her own pink cotton panties. She called for her friend Annabelle, Blanche’s youngest daughter, to do the same.

Eight-year-old Annabelle copied Poppy, but as her dress fell down over her face, Jess saw she was not wearing panties, fully exposing her baby-smooth vagina.

Without meaning to, Jess gave an audible gasp. Her elbow was resting on the armrest of the chair and her fingers lightly touched her jeans-clad thigh. Without thinking, she placed her fingertips against the apex of her thighs, applying pressure to the front of her jeans in an attempt to dampen the rising arousal in her loins.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Jess swung her head round at the sound of Blanche’s voice. She was lost for words, struggling to answer or interpret the meaning behind them.

“In a way, it’s a shame they have to grow up — don’t you think, Jessica? They’re so innocent and naive at this age, so flexible and eager to… learn new things.”

Looking directly at Blanche, Jess felt like a deer in headlights. Somehow, she finally managed to respond. “Yes, I suppose so,” then focused her attention on selecting a biscuit.

What Jessica hadn’t seen was Blanche observing her as she stared at their exhibitionist daughters. She saw something in the tall redhead — first, in the way Jess had looked at her breasts earlier, then in the way her eyes shone, her nostrils flared, how she’d licked her lips and, most damning, the audible reaction at the sight of little Anabelle’s lack of knickers. As if those signs weren’t enough, Blanche was almost certain that she could detect a small, slightly damp patch forming on the front of Jessica’s jeans.

She elected not to press the matter, but stored the information and quickly changed the subject. Still, the beginnings of a very interesting idea were already forming in her head.

“How’s the store doing, Jessica? These are difficult times for some businesses. The new rates are high, but I suppose that’s the cost of ensuring that our town and the high street continue to flourish.”

“It’s doing very well, thank you Blanche,” Jess responded, glad of the switch to something, anything to take her mind off the girls. “Business is booming, and as long as I keep up with the trends and give my customer base what it wants, I’ll be doing fine.” The last point was deliberate, to assure Blanche that her shop would always provide the bespoke service she expected.

“Jessica, have you thought of opening another shop, one aimed at those who are willing to pay a premium for bespoke couture? You know as well as I the type of clientele who live in this area attend plenty of society events, jaunt to London for film premieres, get themselves seen at all the latest hot spots. It strikes me that there’s a place in our community for these more high-end customers… and I think that you’re the person to run it. If you’re interested, I could use my contacts to look out for premises for you.”

Jess slowly nodded. “It’s certainly worth considering. I hadn’t given much thought to opening a second shop. I’d want to talk it through with my accountant.”

“Well, if you need anything, I’d be more than willing to help… in any way I can.”

There was something odd about the way Blanche had spoken that last sentence, something that left Jess feeling slightly puzzled. She thought there was an undertone to the woman’s words, but wasn’t sure of the hidden message — or indeed, if there was any.

“Thank you, Blanche,” Jessica said. “I mean that; it’s very kind of you. You’ve certainly given me something to think about.”

They chatted about more mundane subjects for a few minutes, then the other mothers started to arrive to collect their kids. Jess called out to Katie and Poppy and told them to tell Cindy that they would be taking her home.

As the girls began to collect their things, Jess turned to Blanche. “Thank you for inviting the girls… and for the coffee and chat. I’ll certainly give some serious thought to what we were discussing.”

“It was a pleasure, I assure you. I always enjoy talking to you, Jessica; I think we have much in common.” She smiled, looking deeply into Jessica’s eyes and lightly touched her upper arm, lingering and allowing her hand to slide down to the elbow.

It suddenly occurred to Jess that Blanche might be coming on to her. Does she know? Can she tell, somehow? She’d heard of gaydar, and never given it much thought, but now Jess wondered if she was giving off some kind of lesbian vibe without intending to.

“It’s always lovely to see you, too,” she said, unsure how else to respond.

With that, they hugged goodbye, Blanche’s lips touching her cheek for a few heartbeats longer than usual. That was when Jessica’s nipples began to harden again, so she turned to look for the girls. It took a few minutes to gather up three still-lively kids, along with their personal items, but eventually, they managed to make a graceful exit.

After dropping Cindy off at Rachel’s and arriving home, she made sandwiches for the girls and herself, all the while listening to her daughters’ account of the play centre and party, including the gossip gathered during the sleepover. After they ate, Jess sent the girls off to play while she did the washing up.

An hour later, Rachel dropped her eldest daughter off, greeting Jess with a kiss blown through the car window while Alice approached the house. Jess found herself blushing, already anticipating their next time together.

Seconds later, her arms were full of Alice, who hugged her mother tightly, then looked up at her with adoring eyes. “Hi, Mum,” she cooed. “I missed you.”

Jessica felt her heart swell as she gazed down at her daughter. “Missed you too, love,” she replied. “Welcome back.” The sight of Alice’s lovely face tied Jess up in knots. She longed to bend down and kiss that pretty mouth, explore it with her tongue. And something in her daughter’s smile told her that Alice saw her desire, understood and shared it.

Her heart pounding mercilessly, Jess broke their embrace, stepping away from the girl. “Um, are you hungry, dear?” she said. “We just had sandwiches — can I make you one?”

“Sure, Mum.”

As Jess prepared her daughter’s favorite — ham and mustard on pumpernickel, with a slice of tomato — Alice told of her weekend and the exciting activities they’d participated in, from zip wires in the forest to kayaking to building a shelter. After their earlier moment of intimacy, though, the girl seemed a little distracted.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Jessica said, certain that she knew what was on her daughter’s mind.

Pushing her empty plate away, Alice gave her mother a warm smile. “Sure, Mum. I’m just a little tired from the coach journey. Also, we stayed up kinda late talking last night.”

“Well, you can go and lie down for awhile, but put your dirty clothes in the basket first. If you have anything muddy, bring it down now and I’ll pop it in the wash.”

Drawing close, Alice gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. “Okay, then — see you later.”

Jess watched her go upstairs, thinking of the discussion she’d had with Rachel about their daughters, and how her friend had suggested that they take a hands-on approach to teaching the girls about lesbian sex. Rachel made it awfully clear where she wanted to put that hand, too — in her daughter Bella’s knickers.

Lord knows, I can’t fault Rach for having these feelings, not after what I did with Alice… and what I might still do with her.

I want to make love to my daughter again, and Alice wants me. That much I know. She and I have been tiptoeing around this subject for days now. It’s a situation that needs to be dealt with.

Then the realisation struck her. Haven’t I already taken the next step? I found those dirty knickers of mine, hidden in Alice’s room… and instead of taking them back, I used them to rub myself off. Soon as she takes those panties out to play with, she’ll know.

Come what may, I kept our little dance of desire going. Guess the next move will be hers.

Just then, she heard the sound of her daughters chatting and laughing coming from upstairs, and smiled as she washed the last of the dishes. It’s nice to have them all back, she thought. After a few minutes, the noise died down. She suspected that all three of the girls were taking naps, and decided to go quietly up the stairs to peek in on them.

Poppy was fast asleep and cuddling her favourite soft toy, an old Steiff teddy bear — not quite antique, but expensive anyway. Her father had bought it for her, probably as a guilt offering for leaving. He’d told Poppy that it wasn’t a toy, but a special friend she must always look after. As her youngest was only four at the time, Poppy didn’t really understand, but was careful anyway and gave the bear pride of place on her shelf. Then Mum took her to a teddy bear shop a year or so later where she saw a whole shop full of them, lovingly looked after, some over a hundred years old. From that day on, the child truly understood how special her teddy was, and treated it with the utmost reverence.

Jess smiled and closed the door, then checked on Katie, who was sitting on her bed reading. Her middle daughter adored books, and could lose herself in one for hours on end. Engrossed in a book of fairytales, Katie didn’t even see her mum at the door.

Finally, Jessica looked in on Alice, who was lying on her bed, eyes closed and with earphones on. She’d changed into her pajamas, and Jess felt a twinge of helpless longing at the sight. That girl looks luscious in anything she wears.

Jess pictured herself creeping into the room, moving over to Alice’s bed on cat feet, where she’d take hold of the waistband of those pajama bottoms and tug them down, baring the girl’s bum — in her fantasy, Alice had gone without knickers, of course — then burying her face in those angel-soft cheeks, extending her tongue to lick at her daughter’s rosebud…

Enough, for fuck’s sake! Taking herself firmly in hand, Jessica turned to walk away, feeling uncomfortably lightheaded and warm all over. Go take care of the washing, damn it. Get your mind out from between Alice’s legs.

With a sigh, Jess went into the main bathroom to retrieve the laundry.

The first step was to switch the clothes from the wicker basket to the large plastic bin she used to tote the washing to the machine. Flipping the wicker top, she reached for the first handful of soiled garments — then paused.

Lying on top was a pair of dark pink panties. Alice’s.

Extending a quivering hand, Jess plucked them up. Were they still warm from her daughter’s body? Looking closer, she saw a small, dark stain in the gusset. A touch confirmed that the spot was still moist.

She was just wearing these.

Looking over her shoulder, Jessica nudged the door shut, then pressed the soft cotton underpants to her face, breathing in deeply. The scent of her eldest child was strong — intoxicating, even.

She glanced back at the closed door again before bringing the damp patch to her lips and sucking the material into her mouth, losing herself in the thick flavor of Alice’s womanhood. It took all the strength she possessed to keep from moaning out loud.

A sudden pang of guilt arose and, realising that she could be caught at any moment, Jess quickly dropped the pink knickers back into the washing, then emptied the wicker hamper into the plastic bin, which she carried downstairs and loaded into the machine.

Making her way back to the kitchen, she tried to push the memory of what she’d just done to one side by getting an early start on dinner.

*****

Alice relaxed on her bed. She was lying on her tummy, listening to music with eyes closed and thinking of the lovely warm hug that she and Mum had just shared. She’d indulged in a naughty fantasy about her mother on the first night on the Girl Scout trip. Now, being back home and in Mum’s arms had Alice giddy with desire.

Just the smell of her… God, that smell makes me feel all crazy and wild inside, Alice mused, squeezing her thighs together. And no one, NO ONE gives hugs like she does. I’d do just about anything to have her hold me like that again — only this time, with both of us bare naked.

Thoughts of her mum weren’t the only thing that had aroused Alice, not on that weekend. For one thing, the big cabin they’d stayed in had a large dormitory area, and there were four girls in each room, with precious little in the way of privacy.

Alice couldn’t help but sneak glances at the other girls while in their underthings, sometimes even less. Just like in the showers after gym class, she found herself fascinated by the bodies of her roommates — each one different, each one beautiful in some way. Unfortunately, all three of the girls sharing her cabin were absolutely obsessed with boys — so the idea of getting so much as a kiss from any of them was a non-starter.

In her bed after lights out, Alice quietly masturbated, thinking of girls and women she wanted to make love to — classmates, a few teachers, her best friend Bella (and her mum), the teenage cutie who worked at the local curry house, and others. Most of all, though, Alice longed to go to bed with her mother again — and to introduce her nine-year-old sister Katie to the pleasures of love between girls. In fact, the night before leaving for her trip, she’d even fingered herself to an orgasm while lost in a fantasy of going down on her baby sister Poppy, who was only seven.

Ever since she’d stumbled upon a certain erotic website that was filled with stories about sex between mothers, daughters, sisters, aunts and more, Alice had developed a real interest in lesbian incest — an interest that had grown into outright obsession.

Now she was wistfully thinking once again of that hug. While enfolded in the cozy embrace, Alice’s eyes had drifted open to a close-up view of Mum’s neck — and she’d felt a dangerous impulse to draw in closer and lick that elegant neck, then trail her tongue up to the woman’s mouth and kiss her mum like a lover.

Alice suddenly rolled over and sat up, quickly removing the earpieces she wore. She’d planned to hold off on touching her pussy until later that night, but these lustful thoughts of Mum had the teen practically panting for release.

She reached for her pillow, where her mother’s soiled knickers were stashed, the ones she’d pilfered from Mum’s laundry basket three days earlier — only to experience a rush of panic as it registered for the first time that her room had been tidied up, the bed made.

“Shit!” she hissed. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.”

Snatching up the guilty pillow, Alice thrust a hand inside, blindly feeling about for her hidden treasure — then gave out with an enormous sigh of relief when her fingers encountered silk. Still there. She shook her head impatiently, withdrawing the skimpy panties from the pillowcase. You got lucky this time, damn it, she scolded herself. Either find a better place to hide these, or put them back where you got them!

Pressing this erotic prize to her face, Alice inhaled deeply. Her eyes widened in surprise — had the scent of them gotten stronger, somehow?

She contemplated how that could be, seeing as she’d nicked her mum’s panties from the laundry basket a few days ago, and the scent had been waning before she left for Wales. She took another sniff, then studied the worn knickers, surprised to see them stained in a way they hadn’t been before. What on earth…?

Then it hit her. Oh my god, Mum DID find them. But instead of getting mad at me for stealing her panties, she used them to masturbate with… then put them back in the pillowcase for me to find!

Oh. My. GOD.

Alice was awash in a wave of euphoria. She’d been wondering for days what her mum’s true feelings were about that night when they had made love… and if she wanted it to happen again as much as Alice did. These soiled knickers, now resting in her hands, held the answer the twelve-year-old sought.

Tonight, Alice told herself. Tonight, I’ll be paying Mum a visit. Bet she’ll be expecting me, too.

Her desire now stoked to a fever pitch, Alice began to undress. She stripped naked but for her socks, then slipped into a terrycloth robe, stashing her mum’s knickers in the front pocket. Seating herself at the desk, she opened her laptop and went to the erotic website she liked so much, then clicked on an author she liked. Alice selected a mother-daughter story, sat back in her chair and began to read, the robe wide open, a hand resting in her lap. The stairs that led to the bedrooms creaked loudly, so she would have time to close the laptop and cover herself if Mom came up.

Or maybe I’ll let her catch me, she thought.

The story was a good one, about a girl of thirteen who catches her mother masturbating and, when the older woman reacts with embarrassment, asks to be allowed to join her. The mother hesitantly consents, and they begin to finger their cunts in full view of one another.

Alice was so engrossed in this tale that she didn’t see or hear a small figure slip into the room. She touched herself between the legs, lightly teasing her little button of pleasure.

Suddenly a voice came from behind. “What’s that you’re reading?”

Alice started, her face a portrait of fear and surprise. Standing close by and looking almost over her shoulder was her younger sister Katie. Hastily covering her nudity, she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to even her heartbeat.

“Damn it, Katie, you scared me silly! It’s nothing, just homework.”

The younger girl’s expression was stern. “No, it’s not. I can read, y’know. It says something about a girl taking off her clothes. Are you reading a rude story? Where are your clothes, anyhow? Why were you touching yourself down there? What’s this web–”

Alice held up a hand, trying to halt her little sister’s barrage of questions. “Okay, okay! I’ll tell you, but close the bloody door! And help me keep an ear out, just in case Mum comes up, all right?”

“Fine.” Katie moved to shut the door.

Alice studied her younger sister thoughtfully. Getting interrupted while masturbating had annoyed her at first, but now she saw Katie’s nosiness as a real opportunity for the two of them to get closer. She already knows that I like girls… now’s my chance to show her exactly what that means.

Katie looked inquisitively at her big sister. “So what kind of story is this, huh?”

“You were right, Kay — it’s a dirty story,” said Alice.

“Is it about girls doing things with other girls? Cause that’s what you like, right?”

Alice nodded. “Yeah, and keep your voice down. Look, I wanted to know about what lesbians do, so I found these stories and videos. Now, I use them for fun.”

“Can I see one of the videos?” asked Katie.

Oh, wow, this couldn’t be better. Alice was thrilled, though doing her best to conceal that from her little sister. “Well… I guess you can. But only if you’re quiet, and only if you swear not to tell Mum, or anyone.”

“Pinky swear,” Katie replied, proffering her little finger.

Okay, then,” said Alice, and they hooked fingers. She knew that when Katie made a promise, her little sister could be trusted to keep it.

Turning back to the screen, Alice clicked over to her favourite website for erotic film clips, which she’d already linked to the lesbian page. She scrolled through the various offerings, looking for something sweet and romantic — nothing too wild…

Ah, perfect!

The clip she chose was called Lovers in the Morning, featuring two girls who barely appeared to be of age. Not only that, there was a certain resemblance between them, enough that they could pass for sisters.

“Here’s a good one,” Alice murmured, turning to glance at Katie, who was already wide-eyed from the images of lesbian love at the website that her big sister had just gone through.

The scene began with the two girls, asleep and curled up together in bed, both naked. The eyes of one of the girls fluttered open; she yawned, then began to caress the body of her partner. There were some lovely shots of a hand slowly gliding over soft skin, of the girl’s lips brushing her lover’s neck.

Now the other girl was awake. They shared a smile, then slowly drew together in a tender kiss, one that soon became increasingly heated. Katie whispered, “Oh, wow,” at a close-up shot of one girl, slowly licking in a circle around the parted lips of her companion.

Now the girls were making love for real, their bodies sliding together, hands exploring. A tongue emerged to lick a swollen nipple, two fingers traced the rosy cleft of a shaved pussy.

Katie’s mouth was hanging open as she took it all in. Moistening her lips, she spoke. “Have… have you really done this stuff, Allie? With another girl? Clothes off and, and everything?”

Alice fought back an impulse to smile. Her sister was clearly enthralled by the onscreen action, just as she’d hoped. “Yeah, I have. And other things, too. Keep watching, it gets even hotter.”

Catching a slight movement in the corner of her eye, Katie stole a glance at her sister, who seemed to be too busy watching the video to notice. Alice’s hand was nestled between her thighs once more, and she was fingering herself.

“What are you doing with your hand?”

Alice flicked her head around. “I’m touching my pussy, like that girl in the video is doing to her girlfriend. It feels really good.” She frowned, studying her sister. “Don’t you ever touch yourself, then?”

“Um, no,” Katie said. “I heard other girls talking about it, but it sounded weird to me.” She paused. “Well… I did it for a little bit once, when I was having a bath. It felt kinda tingly, but that was all. I don’t get what the big deal is.”

“So… that was the only time?”

“Uh-huh. But you like touching yourself, huh? Maybe I was doing it wrong.”

“You were,” said Alice. “Listen, you’ve gotta learn how, Kay. Making yourself come is the best thing ever. Okay, not quite as good as sex with a girl, but close.”

“Wow. Yeah, that’s the word those girls used, ‘come’.” Katie began to speak, hesitated, then she said in a small, timid voice, “Can you, um, show me?”

Heart throbbing, Alice slowly turned her chair until she was facing her ten-year-old sister. She spread her legs wide apart, then reached between them with both hands to open the petals of her flower.

“Okay, this is my vagina. If I stroke it up and down, it feels really nice. You need to be gentle at first, though, or you might hurt yourself. You can rub the open part, or to the sides — it’s all good. The best thing to do is play around some, figure out what you really like.”

“Uh-huh,” said Katie, focused on her big sister’s cunt as if hypnotised.

“See this little button here? This is called a clit, and if you play with it, you can make yourself go off like a firework! That’s what it feels like to come.”

”Okay. The clit. Got it.”

“Then you can go inside your pussy,” Alice continued. “That’s lots of fun, too — but you gotta be careful when you’re getting started. Don’t just stuff a finger in there, go slow. Here, move closer, get a good look.”

Katie knelt down before Alice and watched as her big sis slid a finger into her vagina, then brought it out to show.

“See? Your pussy gets all juicy inside. That’s so it makes it easier to push your fingers in… or for a boy to put his willy in you, if that’s what you like.”

“Cool!” Katie exclaimed. “Can I try?”

To Alice’s astonishment, Katie didn’t slip a hand into her own shorts — instead, baby sister reached out her hand and pushed her finger into big sister’s pussy — where Alice’s finger had been just a moment earlier. The sudden intrusion sent a jolt through her body, made the teen catch her breath.

Then Alice watched in complete shock as Katie lifted that wet finger to her face to take a closer look, then cautiously sniffed at it. “Hmm. It smells like…” She was thinking.

“Like what?”

Katie shrugged. “Something… different. Maybe like that Greek wine Mummy drinks?”

“Could be, I guess. I dunno, it just smells like pussy to me. I love it!” Watching Katie bring her finger close and inhale again, Alice got a very wicked idea. “Lick it,” she said.

Katie looked at her. “What?”

“Go on, it’s nice.” Glancing at the still-playing video, she pointed at the screen. “See? Look at that!” One of the girls in the porn clip was licking her companion’s bare slit — slowly, sensually.

Her sister studied the scene, clearly balancing the pros and cons — then, making her decision, Katie took the wet finger into her mouth. The sight made Alice rub her pussy again, ready to make herself come.

She had barely begun when a call came from downstairs. “Girls, dinner’s ready! Katie, can you wake Poppy and let her know?”

The sisters stared at one another, unable to stir. Then they heard Mum’s voice, coming from the foot of the staircase. “Girls?” A moment’s silence, then their mother was climbing the stairs.

Pushing her laptop shut, Alice cried, “Coming, Mum! I’ll get the others.”

The footsteps retreated, and the girls quickly moved. Casting her robe to one side, Alice struggled into knickers, then threw on a t-shirt. Turning to Katie, she said, “Make sure to wash your hands!” Both girls went onto the landing, and Alice poked her head round Poppy’s door to see her littlest sister begin to stir.

“C’mon, Popstar,” she said. “Time for dinner.”

Hurrying into the bath, Alice joined Katie at the sink, the two sisters exchanging grins as they took turns scrubbing their hands.

“Listen, sis,” Alice murmured, “let’s hang out some time when Mom’s at work, and I’ll show you some more cool stuff, okay?”

“Um, sure, okay!” Katie replied, thrilled to be taken into her big sister’s confidence — especially when it came to adult matters. “Thanks, Alice — thanks so much!”

“No problem,” Alice said, giving the ten-year-old a wink. “You done?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess.” Shutting the water off, Katie briskly towelled her hands dry.

Exiting the bath, the older girls met Poppy at the top of the stairs, and they all three happily made their way down to the evening meal.

Continue to Chapter Ten!