Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Trish and Monica sat at a small table in the food court, enjoying fries and a Coke. Jason was starting his night shifts that evening and wanted to get some sleep beforehand. The girls had decided that a few hours of window shopping along with a movie and a late lunch at the mall was a perfect way to kill the afternoon.

“So, you and Cindy, eh?” Monica asked, popping a fry into her mouth. They had been too tired from their lovemaking to talk the night before, quickly falling asleep afterward. Waking up late in the morning, Gwen had shooed them out of the house after they had eaten breakfast.

Trish nodded with a smile. “Uh-huh,” she replied while sipping on her Coke.

“Uh-huh? Is that all I get?” Monica narrowed her eyes, glaring at Trish as she plucked another fry from the container. “Give me more. What does she look like? Where were you? Who made the first move? I want juicy details, not ‘uh-huh.’ ”

Trish laughed. “Okay, okay.” She took another fry and ate it. “Well, she’s our age. About the same height. Red curly hair and freckles. Very cute.”

“Boobs?”

“Really?” Trish gave her stepsister an exasperated look.

“Yes, really! Does she have boobs?”

Trish glanced around nervously. “Not so loud.”

“Well, does she?” Monica stage-whispered.

“Yes! A bit bigger than mine.”

Monica grinned and sat back, taking a sip from her drink. “Nice. So, how did it happen? You jump her bones at school or something?” Monica giggled as Trish felt heat rising on her face.

“No,” she replied in a huff, then leaned forward and whispered. “The night of my birthday, we were sort of watching girls masturbate online.”

Monica’s brows shot up. “Porn?”

Trish covered her face then shushed Monica, glancing around again. “Will you lower your voice! And no, it wasn’t porn. It was a live chat thingy. View-Me, I think it was called.”

She blinked at Trish for several moments before she spoke. “Okay… then what?”

“We watched for a bit, and I asked her if she… you know… masturbated,” Trish said. “She said yes, and I said I did, too. Then we made our own chat room and did some stuff that people wanted to see.”

Coke shot from Monica’s nose as she snorted. “What?!” She coughed and grabbed some napkins from the dispenser. She wiped her face and quickly cleaned up the mess, all the while staring at Trish in disbelief. “You had sex online for the world to see? Holy crap.”

“We didn’t really have sex. We kissed and played with ourselves, then played with each other. The viewers wanted us to have sex… and we did, but we turned off the laptop first.” Trish stopped to study Monica’s expression. “Are you… mad at me?” Her voice came out in a whisper.

“No. I’m not mad. I’m surprised that you’d do that, though.” She stuffed another fry into her mouth as she glanced around. “You didn’t give out any personal information, right?”

Trish swallowed and shook her head. “No, none at all.”

“Good, ‘cause that shit is dangerous. There’s a lot of sickos out there, or worse, the cops could find out.”

Monica sat back, and Trish watched a smile climb her face. “So, you and Cindy fucked, eh?”

A grin crossed Trish’s face. “Oh yeah. And it was great!”

“Is that right? I’m just gonna have to meet this Cindy and find out for myself.” Monica winked, and they both laughed.

“That sounds like fun, but only if I can join in,” Trish said with a giggle as they stood and threw their trash in the garbage bin. “I wonder if my dad and Gwen would let you fly back to Toronto with me? I’m sure my mom would be fine with it.”

Monica pushed open the glass door, and they stepped out into the warmth of the July afternoon. “That would be so cool.”

“Speaking of my mom. I need to tell you something…” Trish paused, looking down at her feet as they walked. She had wanted to talk to Monica about what had happened between her and her mom a couple of days ago, but now she found herself hesitating. They crossed the parking lot, and Monica laced her fingers with Trish’s as they stepped onto the sidewalk.

“What about?” Monica asked.

Trish looked down at their hands then up to Monica’s smiling face. She felt her unease melt away, but she had to look away to speak. “I think my mom wants to have sex with Cindy… No, I know she does. And I think she might want to with me, too.” She continued to stare straight ahead, waiting for Monica’s response. Monica didn’t respond, though, and Trish forced herself to look over. God, had she made a mistake telling her this?

They reached their bus stop and sat on the bench. They were still holding hands, that was a good thing, wasn’t it? Finally, Monica turned to her. “Well, that was a bombshell.” A gentle smile on her face. “Why do you think your mom wants to have sex with you two?”

Her eyes darted over Monica’s face. There was no judgment there. No disgust. No anger. Just compassion and… understanding, maybe?

Trish took a breath then spoke. “It started the morning after my birthday. Mom was outside in the flower garden and overheard Cindy and me having sex…” She continued with the story, not stopping until she had explained everything that had happened up to the morning Trish had left for the airport.

“Wow!” Monica said when Trish finished. “That’s wild.”

Trish grinned. “Yeah. It is. But I don’t know what to think about it. I mean… it felt great when she touched me and stuff, but it was also… I don’t know.” She looked down at her feet and kicked at a pebble.

Monica brought Trish’s hand to her mouth and kissed it. “I wouldn’t get too hung up on it. I mean, you enjoyed it. Right? It didn’t freak you out and make you want to run to the cops or anything?”

“No! I mean, yes, I liked it, but no, it didn’t freak me out. Not like that, anyway.”

“Well, I bet your mom freaked a bit, too. But I would also bet that when you go home again, everything will be back to the way it was. Your mom will have had time to think and stuff. You know?”

Trish looked up at her stepsister. “Do you think so?”

“Yup,” Monica said and stood as the bus pulled to a stop in front of them. They climbed on board and Monica flashed her bus pass and dropped some coins in the box for Trish. Quickly finding a seat near the back, away from other passengers, they settled in for the ride home.

Trish looked out the window, thinking about what Monica had said. Would her mother act like nothing had happened in Trish’s room that morning? Would she simply dismiss it? But what if she didn’t? The thought excited her and scared her at the same time.

“Monica, what if Mom doesn’t want to forget it? What if she wants to go further?”

“Would it be a terrible thing if she did? I mean, you wanted her to touch you that morning to make you come.”

“No. I guess it wouldn’t be terrible at all.” Trish turned back to the window with thoughts of having sex with her mother swirling in her mind. She was glad she would have a few weeks to let the idea stew before she went home. A smile crossed her face, remembering the upcoming trip to camp. That would distract her from thoughts of her mother’s hands roaming her body, of her tongue licking her… Stop thinking about it, Trish.

Trish looked over at Monica. “I’m looking forward to going to camp. I bet it will be a blast.”

Monica nodded. “Yeah, it usually is. There’s lots to do, like swimming, canoeing, nature hikes, bonfires in the evening. Indoor stuff too, if we have rain.” Monica gave her a sly grin then. “Always lots to do at Camp Lick-a-Clit.”

Trish snorted. “Really? That’s not its name, is it?”

“No. It’s Camp Witchatic.” Monica laughed. “That’s just a name that stuck because of the myth.”

“What myth?” Trish asked, sitting up straight, her attention fixed on Monica.

“Well, the myth goes that by the time camp is over, every girl will have had their clit licked at least once. Even the ugly girls.”

She stared at Monica for a moment then broke into laughter. The two of them howled for several moments, drawing frowns from a few of the nearby passengers. Trish wiped at the tear rolling down her cheek from laughing so hard as Monica reached up and pulled on the wire, signaling the driver to let them off at the next stop.

“You said Gabby and her cousin would be at camp, too. What was her name?” Trish asked as they turned up their driveway.

“Katrina, but she goes by Kat.”

“And she’s the one that has sex with her brother?”

“She’s the one,” Monica replied and glanced over at her. “She could probably hook you up with him if you’re interested.”

She swatted Monica’s arm. “No way!” she protested. Trish knew that Monica was teasing her, and she wasn’t interested in boys. But still… there was an oh-so-tiny thread of curiosity in the back of her mind that wanted to be pulled.

***

“We’re home,” Monica called out as she pushed open the front door. They kicked off their shoes and, hearing the sounds of pots and pans, Monica skipped off to the kitchen. She hid a grin when Trish said she had to go to the bathroom, as it would give her a moment to talk to her mother alone.

“Hi, sweetheart. Where’s Trish?” Gwen asked from the counter where she was cutting carrots.

“Bathroom. Is Jason up?” Monica asked, drawing closer to her mother.

“Getting dressed for work. Why?”

“Good. I need to tell you something.” Monica paused, looking toward the stairs. “It’s about Trish’s mom.”

***

Trish hugged her dad at the door as he left for work, then headed down to the family room where Monica would be waiting. Gwen had chosen to relax in the living room with a book and a glass of wine. Trish found Monica sprawled out on the sectional with her eyes closed. She let her own eyes wander over her stepsister’s body, noting the open button of her pants, and the fingertips pushed under the waistband. Trish studied the hand as well as the slender ribbon of exposed skin running along her stomach, where the tee-shirt had ridden up. A naughty grin crossed Trish’s face as she imagined that Monica’s fingers were heading a little farther south.

“I think I ate too much,” Monica groaned, “and get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Moi?” she replied in mock surprise, pointing to herself.

“Oui, toi!” Monica snorted. “I swear, you’ve become quite the little horn-muffin.”

Trish plopped down on the other end of the sofa and stretched out, letting her legs tangle with her stepsister’s. She sighed contently and, following Monica’s example, undid the button of her pants. The meal of roast chicken with mashed veggies and gravy had been scrumptious, and Trish couldn’t help but have seconds. But like Monica, she may have had too much.

They lay there in silence and Trish thought she might drift off to sleep when the movement of Monica’s foot drew her from the fog. It was moving back and forth against Trish’s inner thigh. A gentle touch that instantly stirred a pleasant warmth between her legs. She spread her legs just a bit, hoping to entice Monica a little closer. The foot moved and pressed against her center, causing a moan to escape before she could stop it.

“Horn-muffin,” Monica teased.

“Am not,” Trish protested half-heartedly.

Monica moved her foot again, pressing harder. Trish whimpered as a bolt of pleasure shot through her.

“I bet you’re wet too.”

“Very possible,” Trish grunted. The pressure on her clit was making her feel all sorts of wonderful and she didn’t want it to stop.

“Monica,” Gwen called from the top of the stairs.

The girls stilled, and Trish cursed to herself. No! Not now!

“Yeah?” Monica responded.

“Mrs. Thomas is on the phone. She has a bit of an emergency at work and wants to know if you can sit for a couple of hours.”

Monica gave Trish an apologetic smile before untangling herself. “Sure, Mom. I can be over there in 10 minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll let her know,” Gwen said.

Moments later, they were upstairs, and Trish slipped on her sneakers, assuming she would tag along with Monica. When Gwen saw this, she gave Monica a glance that Trish found strange.

“Is something wrong?” Trish asked Monica. Then Monica glanced at Gwen and back.

“Um… Trish, it might be best if you stayed here,” Gwen said.

“But I thought I could go with Monica,” she replied, the disappointment evident in her voice.

“I know, sweetie. But Mrs. Thomas can be a bit weird sometimes. She gets upset if her babysitters have friends over when they are sitting for her,” Gwen said.

“Oh, okay.” It would be a lie to say she wasn’t disappointed, but she understood, even if it was silly.

“Great. Besides, Monica won’t be gone that long, and it’ll give you and me a chance to chat.”

Once Monica had left, Trish followed Gwen into the living room and sat. Gwen sat, too, but not in her armchair or at the other end of the sofa. Instead, she sat right beside Trish. So close, their legs nearly touched. What was Gwen up to? She turned and flashed a sweet smile as she put a hand on Trish’s knee.

Immediately, a tingle of excitement ran up Trish’s spine, her heart began to pound, and she wondered how innocent that touch really was. Remembering what had happened during spring break and what had happened in her room with her mother, she hoped it wasn’t.

“Would you like anything, Trish? I’m sure you’re not hungry, but maybe a drink?”

“No, I’m good, thanks.” Trish swallowed. It suddenly felt very warm in the room, and the slow caress of Gwen’s hand on her leg wasn’t helping matters any.

Gwen nodded. “I’m glad we have this chance to be alone for a while.” She paused, glanced down at where she was touching Trish. “I’ve been thinking about what happened last time you were here. In the bathroom that day, I mean.”

“Oh?”

“Have you thought about it at all, Trish?” Gwen asked, discreetly undoing the third button of her blouse, the first two already being undone.

Trish swallowed again, Gwen’s newly exposed cleavage not going unnoticed. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening here, and the thought of what might happen next made her quiver inside from both the excitement and apprehension of a possible sexual encounter with Gwen. “Yes,” she replied softly.

“Good, I’m glad.” Gwen took Trish’s hand in hers. “You don’t think I’m a monster or anything for letting you touch me like that, do you?”

She shook her head, looking Gwen in the eyes. “No. Not at all. I… I liked touching your boobs.”

Gwen’s smile grew and she took Trish’s hand and brought it to her breast. “I think you wanted to do more than just touch, though.”

Trish had to look away, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, all the while aware of the hardened nipple beneath her palm. Yes, she had wanted to do more than just touch. Trish had been seconds away from taking Gwen’s nipple into her mouth when the older woman stopped them. Trish’s panties had been as wet then as they were at this moment.

“Am I right?” Gwen asked softly.

“Yes.”

“Me too.” Gwen winked and slid Trish’s hand inside her blouse.

Trish’s mind was racing as fast as her heart. This was happening. She looked down to where her hand, hidden beneath the fabric, cupped the soft flesh of Gwen’s breast. Trish quickly found the pointed nipple and pinched it between her thumb and forefinger. She looked up when Gwen moaned and was momentarily surprised when the woman pressed her lips to hers, but she only hesitated for a second before accepting it, then welcoming Gwen into her mouth.

As their tongues explored, Gwen hurriedly undid the remaining buttons and shrugged off her blouse, leaving her naked from the waist up. Trish’s eyes moved to Gwen’s breasts and lingered there after the kiss ended. She admired them for a moment before gently fondling each magnificent breast.

“I want to taste them,” she said in a husky voice.

“Yes, sweet girl. I want you to, but first, I need to know that this is something you really want to do.”

She looked Gwen in the eyes while still thumbing the woman’s nipples. “I do, Gwen. Honest.”

“Good. But if you ever feel uncomfortable and want to stop, or I do something you don’t like, just say so. Okay?”

Trish nodded quickly, wishing they would get on with it. She knew Gwen would never do anything to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable.

“Perfect, now let’s get your shirt off so I can see your pretty little boobs too.”

Trish didn’t hesitate and whipped off her top in one quick movement. All she wanted at that moment was to have a nipple in her mouth, and before the shirt had even hit the floor, Trish’s lips were eagerly pulling at the pink pebbled flesh of Gwen’s nipple. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations of texture and taste touch her tongue as she laved the erect peak.

Fingers tangled in the hair at the back of her head, pulling her closer, and a soft moan from above told her Gwen was enjoying this. Another hand caressed her back then moved over her ribs and onto her chest. It was Trish’s turn to breathe a muffled moan when Gwen’s fingers found a nipple and teased it. Trish moved from one breast to the other, licking and sucking the nipples as she massaged each one. Her clit ached for attention and, as if sensing that need, Gwen’s hand moved down her belly, stopping at her waistband.

“Can I touch you?” Gwen asked, her voice laced with desire.

“Uh-huh,” she murmured around the soft flesh in her mouth.

Gwen made quick work of undoing Trish’s pants and a flash of pleasure shot through her body when the woman’s fingers found her pussy. Trish shuddered and her hips rolled on their own, pushing her sex against the hand moving in her pants.

Reluctantly, Trish released the nipple from her mouth and leaned back. She took a deep breath, needing oxygen, and trying to calm her rapid breathing. With Gwen’s fingers moving deftly inside her, she didn’t think she would last much longer.

“Trish, baby. You’re so wet.”

All Trish could do was nod her head and rock against Gwen’s fingers.

Gwen captured her mouth and kissed her for a long moment before asking, “Can I take you to my bed?”

Again, Trish just nodded, unable to form any words. She whimpered at the loss of contact when Gwen removed her hand and stood. With her legs feeling like rubber, she let Gwen lead her to the master bedroom.

***

Monica wrapped her arms around herself. Despite the sticky heat of the July evening, she couldn’t stop shivering. Once again, she placed an ear against the door leading from the garage to the house and listened for sounds from inside, and as with the last dozen times she did it, there was nothing.

She checked her watch. “It’s been thirty minutes,” she whispered to the empty garage. “It must be safe now.”

Taking a reassuring breath, Monica carefully opened the door. She paused and strained to hear. Everything was quiet. She stepped inside and closed the door just as quietly. Deliberately, she pulled off each sneaker and set it gingerly on the floor before moving deeper into the house.

Like a ninja, she moved stealthily down the hall toward the living room, pausing every few feet to listen for sounds of life. At the corner, she stopped and cautiously took a peek. Empty.

Coming out from cover, she stood in the familiar room and looked around. Two items of clothing immediately caught her eye: a woman’s blouse on the sofa and a girl’s tee-shirt on the floor. Monica felt a devilish grin creep up her face.

A sound from upstairs drew Monica’s attention. She inched her way to the bottom of the staircase and listened. Soon enough, muffled sounds reached her ears and her belly flip-flopped with excitement, imagining what was happening upstairs. Quietly, she padded up the stairs to the second floor, not wanting to give away her presence just yet. At the end of the hall, her mother’s bedroom door stood open and the soft light from the bedside lamp spilled into the darkened hallway. Monica slinked to the side of the door and peeking around its frame, a jolt of excitement flashed from her clit as she took in the scene before her.

On the bed, a naked Trish lay on her back, legs spread. Gwen was just as naked, her mouth and tongue eagerly exploring the young girl’s pussy. Monica had known all along that Mrs. Thomas hadn’t called looking for a babysitter because Mrs. Thomas didn’t exist. It had all been a scheme concocted by Monica and her mom after Trish’s confession that Stacey had nearly seduced her. Monica slipped her hand into her pants, finding her pussy wet and her clit throbbing. She wanted badly to join the two lovers on the bed, but she resisted the urge. She would watch and touch herself, for now, knowing she would be taking part soon enough.

***

Trish couldn’t think straight. Her mind and body were awash with a multitude of thoughts and feelings. She was having difficulty believing that this was really happening. The incredible sensations raking her body pulled primal sounds from her throat. Her hips rolled and pushed against Gwen’s mouth, bringing her closer to release. Gwen, her stepmom, was eating her pussy.

After the incident in the bathroom during her last visit, Trish had fantasized about touching and sucking on Gwen’s boobs. She had masturbated to many a wonderful orgasm during those fantasies. But now, being naked on Gwen’s bed with the older woman making love to her, was fucking unreal. Trish thrust her hips skyward and clutched a fistful of blanket as another wave of pleasure shot through her.

“You okay, baby?” Gwen paused only long enough to ask the question.

Only an unintelligible sound escaped her lips, so Trish nodded her approval. Gwen’s tongue was dancing from her entrance to her clit, never staying in one place long. The familiar pressure in her belly was now at its peak and the next flick of Gwen’s tongue over her clit was enough to release it.

Trish grabbed Gwen’s head, holding it in place, and pressed her clit hard against the woman’s mouth. The orgasm tore through her and she cried out. Lights flashed behind her eyes and a wonderful feeling of warmth enveloped her body like a blanket.

The sensation of lips on her nipple greeted her as the bliss she had just experienced faded away. Trish watched as Gwen teased her small breast with her tongue. When she sighed contentedly, Gwen kissed her.

“Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah. It was…wow,” Trish replied with a giggle.

“Is there room for one more?” a voice asked from across the room.

Trish jumped, snapping her gaze to the doorway, then to Gwen, then back to the doorway. Panic gripped her for only a moment as her brain registered what she was seeing. Monica was standing at the doorway, naked. Her clothes lay in a heap at her feet. She didn’t appear angry, upset, or aghast at seeing her mother and stepsister having sex. Instead, Monica smiled slyly at them as she slowly teased her pussy. Gwen didn’t appear phased at all by Monica’s presence. She, too, smiled as if what they were doing was the most normal thing in the world. That didn’t make any sense at all, unless…

“Of course, sweetheart. Come join us,” Gwen said patting the bed beside Trish.

Monica moved toward them and crawled onto the bed. She sat back on her heels and Trish stared wide-eyed as Monica kissed her mother. Not a typical mother-daughter kiss, but the much sexier kind that involved tongue. Trish had to shake her head, not believing what she was seeing. But that didn’t seem to matter to her libido, flaring up in response to the taboo scene happening right above her.

When the kiss ended the two of them smiled down at Trish. They both stretched out, one on either side of her. “I bet you’re full of questions. Aren’t you, sweetie?” Gwen asked, tracing a lazy finger around one of Trish’s erect nipples while Monica gently sucked the other.

“Um… yeah,” Trish replied shakily “I don’t understand. You two are acting like this is perfectly normal. Monica was standing in the doorway, naked and watching. She wasn’t mad or anything, then you two kissed. I mean really kissed.”

“That’s because it is normal… for us anyway,” Gwen said as she trailed a finger down to Trish’s thigh. “It has been since Monica was eight, almost nine really, during a snowstorm that knocked out the power for two days. I had Monica sleep in my bed to help stay warm at night, and… things happened.” Gwen slipped a finger between Trish’s folds and stroked her slowly. “But that’s a story for another time.”

“Oh, my,” Trish gasped as pleasure flashed through her. Monica had been silent but busy. She had kissed her way down Trish’s body and was now poised between her legs, kissing and licking her entrance as Gwen’s fingers explored. “Does my dad know?” she asked in raspy breaths.

“Heavens no. And we must keep it that way. If you want to stop now, please say so. We won’t be mad.”

It was hard to organize your thoughts when your stepmom was playing with your clit and your stepsister was licking your pussy. That tell-tale feeling was already quickly building inside her and it wouldn’t take much more for another orgasm to hit her. Did she want to stop? Hell no! Sex with Monica was great, and she never wanted that to stop. All she had thought she wanted to do with Gwen was to feel her boobs on her lips and tongue… But now, she was going to do much more, she knew. She was going to have a threesome with Gwen. Trish shook her head. “No, I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want to stop.”

“I’m glad to hear that, sweetheart.” Gwen captured Trish’s mouth, kissing her deeply as her fingers moved rapidly over the girl’s clit. Monica pushed two of her own digits deep inside Trish, pumping them as quickly as her mother’s fingers moved above.

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Don’t stop,” Trish begged.

Neither mother nor daughter was about to stop, and she knew that. Trish bucked and moaned and gasped for breath. Exquisite pleasure coursed through her with each stroke and thrust. If she were to die right now, she would die happy. She didn’t want to come just yet, wishing the pleasure to go on forever, but she was simply overwhelmed, and her orgasm consumed her. Blinding white light filled her eyes as wave after wave of pleasure raced to every point of her being. She stiffened and cried out before going limp, her body nothing more than jelly.

When Trish opened her eyes, she saw Gwen sucking Monica’s fingers, the ones that had been inside her moments ago. Trish reached out and caressed her two partners’ backs, smiling at each of them. “Can I lick you now, Gwen?”

Gwen’s smile widened. “I would like that very much, sweetheart.” Gwen lay on her back as Trish rolled on top of her. She kissed Gwen, moving her tongue around the older woman’s mouth. Gwen groaned and her hands moved up and down Trish’s body, from her shoulders to her ass.

“Damn, you two look so hot,” Monica said hoarsely.

Trish glanced over at her stepsister without breaking the kiss. Monica was on her knees beside them. One hand playing with her boobs, while the other was between her legs, eagerly rubbing her pussy. Trish pulled back slightly and grinned at Gwen before planting little kisses on her lips. She moved to take a nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking it for several moments. She loved the feel of the breast in her mouth but there was something else she wanted now.

Releasing the taut nipple, Trish pushed her stepmom’s thighs apart. Gwen was still as bald as she’d been when Trish had walked in on her in the bathroom that day. It turned Trish on seeing the hairless mound. Maybe it was because it reminded her of a young girl’s pussy.

As Trish placed a soft kiss on Gwen’s clit, Monica watched intently from where she knelt, fingering herself and fondling Gwen’s boob. Trish flicked her tongue over the engorged clit, causing Gwen to suck in a breath. She noticed that the woman’s scent was stronger than Monica’s, stronger than Gabby’s or Cindy’s, as well. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, but rather an intoxicating one. Prompted by the scent, Trish pushed her tongue through the wetness of Gwen’s folds and over her entrance. Her juices were just as enticing as the smells and textures. Gwen groaned rolling her hips as her body quivered.

“Fuck, Monica!” Gwen panted. “You taught her well.”

The declaration filled Trish with a sense of pride, and she grinned against her stepmom’s pussy, determined to give Gwen an orgasm that was as good as the one she had given Trish. Hearing Monica moan, and feeling brave, she lifted her face for just a moment to speak. “Sit on your mom’s face.”

Monica didn’t hesitate and straddle Gwen’s head.

“No! Turn around. I want to see your face,” Trish ordered.

Monica complied and shifted her position to face her stepsister. Grinning, Trish returned to Gwen’s pussy, sucking the clit into her mouth. She kept an eye on Monica as best she could, thrilled by the expression of lustful need on Monica’s face as Gwen sucked on her daughter’s pussy.

Trish continued her eager exploration of Gwen, her tongue swirling and dipping through hot, juice-soaked flesh. She pushed two slender fingers into Gwen and to her surprise found there was room for one more. As she fucked her stepmom, Gwen rocked her hips, meeting each thrust.

Above her, Monica groaned loudly. Trish glanced up to see her stepsister riding her mother’s mouth in rhythm to Gwen’s movements around Trish’s fingers. Monica’s eyes were closed, but her mouth was open. Shallow breaths came quickly.

The sight of Monica nearing orgasm and Gwen’s wet pussy and wild gyrations brought Trish’s excitement to the edge as well. Humping the blanket for relief proved insufficient, so she shoved a hand between her legs and began to furiously rub her clit. Continuing to fuck Gwen with the other hand while holding her mouth on the woman’s clit was becoming a chore, but as if on cue, both mother and daughter cried out as their respective orgasms consumed them. Trish, too, was quickly overtaken by her own climax a moment later. Not as powerful as her earlier ones, but it was quite pleasurable nonetheless.

Except for the rise and fall of their chests as they panted, the three of them remained still for a while. Monica had rolled off her mother and flopped onto the bed. Trish’s cheek rested on Gwen’s thigh, the woman’s musky scent strong in her nose. Someone moaned.

“Trish, baby. What did you do to me?” Gwen said with a contented sigh.

Trish giggled and opened her eyes. “I guess I did okay then?”

“Okay?” Gwen snorted. “You were more than okay. Come up here so I can kiss you. You too, Monica.”

Before she moved, she gave the glistening pussy in front of her a quick lick and giggled at Gwen’s surprised gasp. Trish crawled up and lay on her side beside Gwen, draping a leg over the older woman’s thigh.

Monica mirrored Trish’s position. “I told you that you were a natural at this, Trish.” Monica leaned over her mother and kissed Trish.

“Yeah, I guess you did. Still nice to hear, though.” Trish giggled again. The two girls then turned their attention to Gwen and licked clean the juices on her face.

The three kissed and snuggled. As Trish lay there, pressed tightly against Gwen, her mind was processing all the things that had happened this evening, such as how easily she had given herself to Gwen. Yes, she had wanted to touch and suck Gwen’s boobs, but going further than that hadn’t even crossed her mind. Then learning that Monica and Gwen were lovers and had been for a while. It shocked her at first, but she was okay with it. Hell, it was more than okay, it was a fucking turn-on. Her thoughts then wandered back to that morning in her bedroom, when her mother had confessed her attraction to young girls, to her. What would it be like to have sex with her own mother? Surely it would be just as wonderful as it had been with Gwen. She had to find out. The only problem was how to convince her mother that Trish wanted to, and that it was okay for her to want it, too.

Trish’s thoughts were interrupted by a hand caressing her small breast. She opened her eyes to see Monica touching her. Gwen was busy too, with a hand between her daughter’s legs. Not wanting to be left out, not that she ever would be, Trish moved to kiss Gwen as she slid a hand between the woman’s thighs and pushed inside her.

Gwen groaned. “You’re a horny little nymph, aren’t you, Trish?”

Trish grinned slyly and nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“It’s going to be a long night,” Gwen said playfully before capturing Trish’s mouth with her own.

Onward to Chapter 6