Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Karin Halle

For the first time since they’d become intimate, Dana had serious misgivings about her sexual relationship with Jolie.

It was one thing to explore sex with her daughter; after Jolie’s injury, she’d come to accept that as a positive thing for them both.

Jolie initiating a sexual relationship with a girl her own age was also a positive development, as long as the girl in question was willing – and Monica was definitely that.

But Jolie had just complicated things further, asking her mum if all three of them could have sex together – or “play loving games,” as Jolie liked to call it. Needless to say, Dana saw potential problems in her daughter’s scheme.

First, there was the risk element. If they did engage in a threesome, could Monica keep it secret? Dana couldn’t say for certain.

Second, was Monica even interested in sex with her lover’s mother? If the girl had already reached the limit of her willingness to experiment, she might react badly to Jolie’s scheme, even flee in disgust.

Third, Dana had concluded she was gay, but she’d never seen herself as a paedophile. To her, lesbian sex was a sweet, loving activity to share with her daughter – granted, not an explanation that many would find acceptable, but Dana didn’t care what others thought when it came to her life with Jolie.

This kind of reasoning wouldn’t apply if Monica joined them in bed. That would be intimate activity with an underage girl, no more, no less. Am I ready to take that step? Dana wondered. For that matter, do I feel any kind of attraction to my child’s lover?

She took a moment to study Monica. While Jolie looked to be several years older than her true age, with the height and curves of a girl of at least seventeen, Monica looked like a typical fourteen year old. She was shorter than Jolie, her breasts were still developing, and she was quite slender, with long, dark hair that spilled over her bare shoulders.

The sight of the pretty naked teen caused Dana’s cunt to throb. Making her decision, she thought, Yes, I do find Monica desirable. Yes, I want to make love to her.

But knowing her own feelings didn’t resolve the most important question: what did Monica want?

Although the girl seemed unsettled by Jolie’s proposal, she remained standing in the doorway, nude and unashamed.

Nothing to do but ask, Dana told herself, gazing at Monica over Jolie’s bare shoulder. “What is it that you want, Monica?” she murmured. Whatever the answer, she knew complications would ensue. But I’m ready to face them. 

“Anything that Jolie wants, I want too,” Monica said, then quickly added, “Not just to go along because Jolie wants it, though! Sure, I really want to do everything with her, and if that means you and I should be together to make her happy… Ohhh, I’m not saying this the right way!” She paused for a moment with her eyes closed, then added, “What I mean is… I think Jolie doesn’t even know how to be bad – she’s the best person I know, and she’d never ask us to do something that was wrong. So if Jolie wants us to be … y’know, lovers, then we ought to listen to her.” She blushed slightly, glancing down at the floor. “And, um, anyhow, I think you’re really beautiful.”

“So are you, sweetheart,” Dana said.

“You’re both beautiful!” Jolie exclaimed, springing up from her mother’s lap. Padding over to Monica, she took the girl’s hand. “You wanna play loving games with Mummy, don’t you?”

Looking into Dana’s eyes, Monica slowly moved toward her lover’s mother.

“I love Jolie,” she said. “So I love you, too, ‘cause you made her. She came from y-your body.” Taking a deep breath, Monica soldiered on, trying to get the words out before her courage failed. “I’d like to – to do sexy things with you, Ms. Blackstone. Um, if you want to, that is…” Not knowing what else to say, she placed a quivering hand on Dana’s breast.

Standing in the doorway, Jolie eagerly drank in the scene, thrilled beyond measure to see Mummy and Monica grow closer.

Covering Monica’s hand with hers, Dana firmly pressed it to her chest. “I want to, sweetheart, very much. But you’ve got to stop calling me ‘Ms. Blackstone,’ for Christ’s sake. It’s Dana, remember?”

“Dana,” whispered Monica. Going up on tiptoe, she kissed Jolie’s mother, breaking away after a few seconds.

“Very nice,” Dana crooned, her voice gone husky. “Kiss me again.”

What Monica saw in the woman’s eyes left her breathless. Dana’s gaze seemed to strip the teen even more naked than she already was, leaving her very soul bare. Without a second thought, she twined both arms round Dana’s neck, pulling her closer until their mouths met again.

Jolie was bouncing up and down with glee as Dana and Monica began to kiss with genuine passion, their tongues engaging in a spirited dance of lust. Finally, unable to remain silent, she cried, “Yay, yay, YAY!” Can we go back to my room now? Please, please, pretty please?”

“Let’s use my room instead,” Dana said, reaching down to fondle Monica’s bum. “The bed’s bigger.”

“COOL!” Jolie squealed, clapping her hands.

Monica smiled. She was still a little nervous about having sex with a grownup, but felt certain she’d made the right decision. In addition to being very attractive, Jolie’s mum was sweet, kind and lovely… and Monica suspected that she would be a skilled lover as well.

Taking each naked fourteen-year-old by the hand, Dana led them down the hallway to her room.

Jolie flung herself down on the bed. “We’re gonna play loving games! Yay!”

Dana grinned at her daughter’s enthusiasm, then turned to Monica. “You’re sure this is what you want, right?”

“Yes, it is,” the teen replied. “I’m ready. I want to know it all.”

A need to clarify was in order, Dana realised. “Oh, sweetheart,” she began, “I don’t know much, not really. Until Jolie, I’d never been with a girl in my life.”

“We’ll learn together,” Jolie chortled. “But we got a head start on you, Monica!”

“Oh, Jolie… you’ll help me catch up,” Monica replied, joining her friend on the bed.

When Dana began to unbutton her top, Jolie quickly rose to her knees, putting a hand out to make her mother stop. “Me!” she said loudly. “I wanna take your clothes off, Mummy!” Then, suddenly remembering Monica’s presence, she seized the girl’s arm, adding, “I – I mean, we want to!”

“All right,” Dana agreed. She stood motionless, arms at her side, waiting to be undressed.

“Can I, then?” Monica shyly asked Dana as she and Jolie drew near.

“You’d better,” the grinning woman replied. “I’m tired of being the only one here wearing clothes!”

With Jolie removing her mother’s top and bra, and Monica stripping off the bottom half, Dana was naked in no time.

Crawling onto her mother’s bed. Jolie stretched out, legs spread wide apart, ready to play.

“Go ahead, Monica,” said Dana, gesturing toward her daughter. “I want to watch you girls make love.”

“C’mere!” Jolie squealed, urging Monica into her arms. They came together in a heated kiss, their bare bodies fitting together perfectly, vulvas touching. Jolie wrapped both legs around her young lover’s waist, and the two girls began to rock together, forward and back.

Dana lightly traced the cleft of her cunt as she took in the underage sex show. It was an amazing sight, the movements they made looking very much like fucking.

It soon grew too difficult for Dana to remain a passive witness. Make room for Mummy, she thought, moving closer to the panting girls. Kneeling next to them, she slipped a hand between Monica’s thighs to stroke their mingled slits.

“Ohhhh!” Monica cried, while Jolie hummed her approval, a sound Dana often heard when her daughter was caught up in the throes of pleasure.

Pressing their sexes together felt lovely, though it wasn’t enough to bring the girls to orgasm. Dana might have brought them both off with her fingers, but didn’t want to end things so quickly. Instead, she continued to lightly stimulate their cunts.

Before very long, Monica collapsed atop Jolie, who immediately went limp herself. They lay nestled together, gasping for breath, their youthful bodies glazed with sweat.

“Wow, wow, WOW!” Jolie exclaimed, once she could draw a decent breath. “That felt good… but we got too tired to get the special feeling.” She shrugged, then kissed Monica’s nose. “Oh well, we can try again – maybe then, huh?”

Dana was thinking about how best to make a three-way work. “Girls,” she announced. “How about this? We can all lie down in a circle and lick each other’s pussy.” Jolie was already beginning to nod. “I’ll lick you, Monica, you can lick Jolie, then she licks me. How does that sound?”

“Good! Goody!” Jolie replied, chortling with glee.

They quickly arranged themselves on the bed, then set to work. Dana was still somewhat uncertain about the consequences of involving Monica in their lovemaking, but the die was cast – nothing to do but immerse herself in the moment and hope for the best. She concentrated on eating the teen’s pussy.

Jolie was ecstatic. She loved going down on her beautiful, yummy mother, letting the warm, thick fluid coat her lips and chin, breathing in the rich scent. And this time it’s even better, ‘cos my sweet Monica is doing it to me, too!

It felt strange to Monica, engaging in sex with a girl and her mum at the same time, but also incredibly exciting. And Dana’s mouth was doing wonderful things to her pussy. Meanwhile, she was probing Jolie with her tongue, moving it around in circles. She always likes it when I do that. And then, when I do this…

Reaching between Jolie’s legs, Monica took her girlfriend’s clitoris between finger and thumb, then gave it a gentle tweak.

Jolie wailed as a massive orgasm snatched her up in its grasp.

Her daughter’s ecstasy spurred Dana on. Clamping her lips onto Monica’s clit, she sucked at the inflamed nubbin. A hard jerk ran through the teen’s frame, then Monica was shaking, overwhelmed by her climax.

Out of breath, unable to lick Mummy’s cunt the way she wanted, Jolie slipped three fingers deep into Dana’s vagina and began to fuck her with abandon.

It was clumsy and rough, but utterly glorious. Dana’s peak closely followed those of the girls.

As they lay panting and dazed, there was another issue that Monica wanted to address. Sitting up, she said, “Tell me, Jolie… did it hurt very much, that first time? When your mum took your cherry?”

It took Jolie a second to remember what that had been like, then she answered, “No. It didn’t hurt – did it, Mummy? I didn’t cry or anything.”

“No, pumpkin, you didn’t. You were very brave and mature.”

Convinced, Monica said, “Jolie, I want you to be my first. Will you do that to me?”

Jolie’s confidence evaporated. More than anything, she dreaded the idea of hurting Monica. Her lower lip began to tremble, and she cried, “But it might hurt you. It might! I d-don’t want that!”

“I won’t mind. Honestly. Not if you did it. And after all, it might not even hurt.”

But Jolie remained unconvinced. “But it might.” Upset at the prospect of injuring her friend, she began to weep.

Anxious that their afternoon wouldn’t be spoiled, Dana shushed both girls, then took Jolie in her arms. “It’ll be fine, pumpkin. You and I will make sure that Monica doesn’t feel anything too bad. She wants to be a woman too, like us, and she needs to lose her virginity for that to happen.”

Monica kissed Jolie’s cheek. “It’s what I want, Jolie. Honest. And it won’t hurt, ‘cause you’ll be doing it. All I’ll be thinking about when it happens is how much we love each other.”

“I do love you, Monica. More than anything!” She wrapped her arms around the slender teen.

“And I love you. So… will you go into me all the way?”

“Um, I guess.”

Dana spoke up. “Here’s what we’ll do. You make love to Monica, pumpkin. Then, just as she comes, push your finger all the way into her vagina. I’ll be kissing and touching her at the same time.”

“Okay, Mummy. I can do that!”

So Monica settled back, thighs parted, and Jolie got to work, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Giving her girlfriend good feelings always gave Jolie an enormous sense of pride. She showered affection on Monica’s kitty, licking, kissing, tonguing, sucking, probing – gradually bringing Monica to yet another crest.

In the meantime, Dana was far from idle. She fondled Monica’s small breasts, paying special attention to the girl’s nipples, rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. All the while, she and Monica exchanged deep, sensual kisses.

What a soft, sweet mouth she has, Dana mused. As lovely as Jolie’s, yet different. Who knew kissing young girls could be this wonderful?

Breaking away, Monica blurted, “Oh, God… it’s h-happening…!”

It’s time, it’s time! Jolie thought. She placed a finger at the entrance to Monica’s kitty, sliding it in until the tip rested against her lover’s hymen. Bracing herself, pushed through.

Monica winced when the thin membrane tore, but it barely interrupted her orgasm. Her slight whimper of pain was muffled by Dana’s kiss. Jolie nearly withdrew her finger there and then, but managed to overcome her fear until Monica’s ecstasy had peaked and waned.

Finally, as the girl relaxed, Jolie pulled out, desperate to make sure her friend hadn’t suffered. “Was that okay, Mon? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Traces of blood on her finger only increased her anxiety.

A dreamy-eyed Monica found Jolie’s hand, gave it a squeeze. “It’s all right, Jolie. I hardly felt it at all. You were so gentle…  you made it beautiful for me.”

Now beside herself with glee, Jolie showered Monica’s face with kisses. Then she noticed her mum, who was smiling down at them. Reaching up, she pulled Dana down to join their embrace. The three lovers swapped a few heated kisses, then stretched out to rest.

They lay together side by side, Jolie in the middle. Being nestled between Mum and her best friend was a beautiful experience, Jolie decided.

After a while, Monica propped herself up on an elbow, gazing thoughtfully at Dana. “It’s funny, but Mum always did think you were gay.”

Dana was surprised. “What would make Abby think that? I never said anything to her about feeling that way. In fact, until Jolie and I started to… do things, I could never have imagined myself…”

Her voice trailed off as Dana realised she had no idea how she’d arrived at this situation: in bed with two naked girls – both minors, one of them her own daughter, both of whom she’d just brought to orgasm.

“Oh, Mum said it was just gaydar,” Monica explained.

“Your mum’s a lesbian?” Dana gasped.

It was Monica’s turn to be surprised. “Of course,” she said, somewhat taken aback. “Didn’t you know? How did you miss that?” She chuckled. “I guess your gaydar doesn’t work too well.”

“I don’t think I even have gaydar,” Dana muttered, shaking her head. “I don’t know how you can tell if a woman likes other women. I’m clearly out of my depth here.”

Now Monica was amused. “Yeah. Mum and I noticed how you never picked up on her signals. She was starting to think she had it wrong about you.” She laughed. “Bet Mum would be jealous if she knew I went to bed with you before she got to. Of course, I didn’t even think I was gay… not until I fell in love with Jolie.” The two girls exchanged a tender kiss.

“Wait – Abby knows about you and Jolie!?”

“Well, yeah,” Monica replied, looking surprised again. “I wouldn’t keep that a secret.”

Dana was too stunned to speak.

Jolie had been listening to the exchange, and had been drawing conclusions of her own. “So… your mummy plays loving games too?” she asked.

“She and my father got divorced when I was three,” Monica answered. “Ever since, she’s only been with other women. Oh, she’s never done anything with me, though!” she hastened to clarify.

“Do you think she’d like to play with us too?” To Jolie, the question was entirely reasonable.

As Dana made squawking sounds of protest, Monica weighed the idea, then said, “I think she might. I know for sure that Mum is totally hot for you, Dana… and I think she’s sort of got a crush on you, Jolie. When I told her you and I were girlfriends, she said you were dead sexy… and when you were at our place last week in those cute blue shorts, I swear I saw her checking out your bum!”

“Can you ask her, Mon? Please, please? Wow, it would be the best. We could all do sexy games!”

“Oh, no! No, no, no!” Dana spluttered.

“It’d be good, Mummy. That way nobody would miss out, or have to wait – we could all swap around, too. And your mum is so pretty, Monica. I’d love to see her with no clothes on. Will you ask her? Will you?”

“Sure, I’ll ask. And I’m pretty sure she’ll say yes, Jolie.”

“Oh boy! I can’t wait!” Jolie exclaimed.

Dana slumped back on the bed, her mind a jumble. But finally, she mustered up the ability to sit up and say, “Monica, you can’t tell Abby I’ve made love to my daughter. Or to you, for that matter. I could get in huge trouble. I could be arrested!”

“Mum would never tell on you, Dana,” Monica replied with an emphatic shake of the head. “She loves you. And she loves Jolie, too. Maybe she won’t want to join us in bed. Maybe she’ll say I shouldn’t be making love with my girlfriend’s mum. But she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, I promise.”

With a deep sigh, Dana sank back into the pillows. “All right, I suppose. I’m trusting you, Monica. Don’t ruin this for us.” She thought for a moment, then added, “And don’t bring this up while your mother’s here, for God’s sake.”

“No problem. I’ll talk to Mum after school tomorrow. Maybe we can all get together on Friday.”

“YAY!” Jolie cried, hugging each of her lovers in turn.

***

When Abby arrived an hour later to take her daughter home, Monica was true to her word, and said nothing about how she had spent the afternoon.

Before mother and daughter left, Dana noticed something interesting that calmed her jangled nerves a bit. Jolie had changed into a pair of skimpy knickers and a t-shirt, sans bra. Dana suspected that she’d dressed that way to tease Abby, now that she knew Monica’s mum was gay.

Sure enough, Abby stole more than a few glances at Jolie, who was sprawling on the sofa in a very casual way, showing a considerable amount of leg.

Once Monica and her mother were gone, Dana reflected on what she’d just seen. Well, she clearly thinks Jolie is attractive… but that doesn’t mean she’d go as far as to make love to her. 

Despite Monica’s promise, Dana was still fearful that things would go wrong and disaster would follow. She would lose custody of her beloved daughter, be disgraced in the eyes of the world and almost certainly go to prison. Why did I let her talk me into this? she asked herself, over and over.

Those fears were seldom out of her thoughts the next day. When she answered the telephone that evening, her heart seemed to cease beating.

“Hi, Dana – it’s Abby,” said the caller.

The response Dana made wasn’t in words; but a nervous gulp. Quickly recovering, she blurted, “Oh, hi there Abby!” God, I sound like a dead set nong, she thought, wincing.

Apparently oblivious to Dana’s reaction, Abby said, “Monica told me that you and Jolie invited me to drop by on Sunday arvo.”

In fact, no formal invitation had been made at all, but Dee wasn’t about to argue the point. “That’s right,” she managed to get out.

“That’s very kind,” Abby went on. “I’d love to, but I thought maybe we could do this on Saturday instead. That way the girls could, you know, have a sleepover. If you’re okay with it, that is.”

A rising sense of excitement was competing with Dana’s nervous tension. “Sounds good,” she said.

“Great,” Abby said. “See you on Saturday then. About one, or would two be better?”

“Um, one,” Dana replied.

“One o’clock Saturday, it is. I’m already looking forward to it. See you then, love.”

“Bye, Abby.” The call ended, and Dana wiped a sudden patina of sweat from her forehead. Marching to the fridge, she took out a bottle of wine and poured herself a large glass. After draining half the contents in a single gulp, she went to the living room where Jolie was watching TV.

“That was Monica’s mum on the phone, pumpkin. We arranged for her to come over on Saturday, so you guys can have a sleepover.”

Jolie jumped up and hugged Dana, then eagerly asked, “Mummy, is Abby going to sleep over, too?”

“I… I think so.”

Jolie squealed with delight, then began jumping up and down.

Dana watched her daughter cavort about the room, wishing the girl’s enthusiasm could somehow rub off on her.

***

By the time Abby and Monica arrived on Saturday afternoon, Dana’s nerves had been tearing at her for the entire day. When she opened the door to the visitors, her hand trembled on the handle, and she flinched when Abby kissed her in greeting. At least she doesn’t seem angry, Dana told herself. Maybe she’s okay with all of this.

“Thank you so much for having us,” Abby said. Placing a hang on her daughter’s shoulder, she added, “For having both of us.”  She paused, realising Dana was visibly agitated. “We can sit and talk for a while… but I think that most of all, you need to relax.” Turning to Monica, she said, “Honey, go get Jolie, will you?”

“I – I just…” Dana began, feeling it was necessary for her to speak – but the words wouldn’t come.

“Look, I know you’re nervous,” Abby continued. “I really should have told you earlier how attracted I am to you, and I’m sorry for not having done that. But believe me, Dana, you and I both want the same thing. We want to fuck.”

Dana’s eyes widened; her jaw dropped. She did NOT just say that. She can’t have done.

As Jolie and Monica returned, hand in hand, Abby said, “Girls, would you like it if the four of us went upstairs to fuck?”

“YES!” Jolie shouted.

“I would like that, Mum,” Monica replied, her eyes dancing with excitement.

“As would I,” Abby said. They all looked at Dana, who could only stare, caught up in a mixture of relief, arousal and confusion.

She finally managed to say, “My God, I was so, so worried… now, I don’t know what to think.” She gazed at Abby. “So, you – you’re okay with this?”

“Of course I am,” Abby murmured, touching the woman’s arm. “Dana, you enjoy making love to your daughter, don’t you?”

Looking away, Dana nodded, whispering, “Yes.”

Abby continued. “And you liked having sex with my daughter, did you not?”

Still unable to make eye contact with Monica’s mum, Dana nodded once more.

“Good. Well, I want to be a part of this.” Abby said, then chuckled. “It’s a dream come true for me.” She gave Dana’s shoulder a squeeze. “Come on, sexy lady. Let’s go upstairs.”

Dana meekly allowed herself to be led to the staircase, Jolie and Monica following close behind.

“I’d barely become a teenager by the time I realised I was turned on by young girls,” Abby said as they mounted the stairs. “Preteens were my favourites, really.”

“You knew you were a lesbian at that age? Goodness, I didn’t figure it out until last year! Why did you get married, then?”

“Oh, I wanted a family,” Abby sighed. “And I suppose I hoped Arthur could help break this, this lust I had for girls.” She shook her head. “It didn’t work. He was a good man, but honestly, the whole thing was a huge mistake on my part. Well, except that it gave me Monica. She was still practically a toddler when we split.” By then, they were in the upstairs hallway. “After that, it was only women for me, but I never outgrew my love of girls. In fact, I’ve wanted to make love to my daughter, oh, at least since she was eight.”

“Can you believe that?” asked a giggling Monica. “And she never told me, either – not until last night.”

Abby glanced from one end of the corridor to the other. “Er… which way is your bedroom, Dana?”

“This way!” exclaimed Jolie. Still clutching Monica’s hand, she led them to the correct door.

Once they were all inside, Abby announced, “Now we’re all going to make love. That’s what you wanted – right, girls?” The teenagers nodded in unison. “Good. How about this for starters: we get naked, pile onto the bed and have at it?”

Jolie grabbed Monica and danced her around in a circle, then the girls quickly removed their clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

“Now it’s your turn,” Abby told Dana, and began to undress her. Strangely relieved that the decision seemed to have been taken out of her hands, Dana remained still and allowed herself to be stripped.

When she was naked, Abby looked the woman over closely, whistled her approval, then murmured, “Now lie down, Dana, and watch the girls take my clothes off. Bet it gets you hot.”

Stretching out on the bed, Dana watched the teenagers undress Abby. In fact, they practically tore her clothes off. Soon, she was completely bare.

Abby took a moment to study Jolie and her daughter, very much liking what she saw. “Jolie,” she began, “you are absolutely gorgeous. I see now why my little girl and your mum both love to fuck you.”

While Jolie blushed, Abby looked Monica over. “Jesus, baby,” she marvelled, caressing her daughter’s face. “You’re even sexier than I imagined. I’m going to make love to every inch of you. But first, we need to make Dana feel good. Jolie, dear, will you finger-fuck your mother? And Monica, sweetie… you suck Dana’s clit.”

Monica was grinning. “What are you gonna do, Mum?”

“Oh, I’m going to take care of her above the waist.” Abby climbed onto the bed, lying down alongside Dana. The girls quickly followed, and the lesbian mother-daughter orgy began.

With three lovers servicing her at once, Dana quickly forgot her jitters… and moments later, she was shivering in rapidly mounting ecstasy, moaning into Abby’s mouth as the woman kissed her. Jolie’s fingers plunged into her cunt again and again with the hard thrusts her mum loved. And though Monica was still a novice at cunnilingus, she managed to give Dana’s clitoris what it needed.

Dana wanted to writhe, to thrash about, but she fought to hold herself relatively still, not wanting to dislodge the hands, fingers, mouths and tongues that were taking her to the brink of rapture.

It’s happening… oh merciful God here it COMES!

A hoarse cry issued from Dana’s throat, rising to a shriek as she exploded in orgasm. It hit hard and rose to an urgent peak, then slowly, leaving her drifting back down to the bed.

When Dana came, her honey flowed even more than usual, almost gushing out to bathe the lower half of Jolie’s face. She finally pushed her daughter away, gasping, “Th-that’s enough, pumpkin.”

Beside herself with glee, Jolie savoured the taste of Mummy’s cunt, licking her lips until Monica moved in for a kiss, eager to sample Dana’s flavour from her daughter’s mouth. Their kiss quickly grew deep and heated, the girls’ tongues flickering back and forth.

Abby took an exhausted Dana into her arms. “Aren’t they beautiful together?” she said, watching their daughters make love.

Dana slowly nodded. “They are.” She began to fondle Abby’s generous breasts.

“You’ll have to tell me some time about how things got started between you and Jolie,” Abby murmured. “I’m sure it’s an incredible story.”

“I’m not quite sure how it happened, honestly.”

Overhearing the adults, Jolie gave Monica a quick peck on the nose, then sat up. “I know how!” she declared. “My kitty was feeling funny, so Mummy touched it all better. Then, she put her mouth on me. That was the bestest thing of all!”

Abby was lightly stroking her vulva. “Then what, sweetheart?”

“Um… then she showed me how to lick her kitty. I liked it, too! After that, Me and Mummy were lovers.”

“Mmm… that is a wonderful story,” Abby agreed, then her eyes met Monica’s. “Exactly the kind of story I want to share with my own little girl…” Gently withdrawing from Dana’s embrace, she extended a hand to her daughter.

Monica’s eyes widened, her lower lip quivering slightly. “Oh, Mum.” She slowly crawled to her mother, taking Abby’s proffered hand. Jolie watched raptly, hugging herself.

Bringing the girl’s fingers to her lips, Abby nuzzled them, then took one into her mouth to suck. “Oooooh,” Monica sighed, her eyes drifting shut. “I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, baby,” Abby said, “and I’ve wanted to be with you this way for… oh, years. Since you were eight, at least.”

“Eight?” Monica gasped, opening her eyes. “Wow! That long?”

“Cool!” Jolie exclaimed.

“Yes, dearest. That long.”

“Huh,” said Monica, mulling it over, finally breaking into a sunny smile. “Well, in that case, I guess you’d better go ahead and kiss me.”

Tilting her head slightly, Abby kissed her daughter. Monica responded immediately. They swapped tongues for a couple of minutes, then slowly stretched out on the bed – still embraced, still kissing passionately,

Jolie crawled over to Dana and into her mummy’s arms. They lay on their sides, nestled together as they watched Abby make love to her child. She nuzzled a pathway down to Monica’s chest, then sucked a swollen nipple between her lips.

“Isn’t this good, Mummy?” cooed Jolie. “Now Monica and Abby get to be lovers, too!”

Enthralled by the wondrous sight, Dana nodded, remembering that incredible first time with her own daughter. “You’re right, pumpkin… it is good.”

Now Abby was lying between Monica’s thighs, her mouth covering the fourteen-year-old’s slit.

Jolie’s attention was focused on the face of her girlfriend. It always made her happy to see Monica enjoy those nice feelings you got from doing sex. She saw the girl’s eyes open and meet hers.

“Jolie?” said the fourteen-year-old. “Come kiss me while Mum licks m-my kitty.”

“Sure!” Jolie answered, scooting over to where her friend lay. She flopped down on her belly, then kissed the tip of Monica’s nose.”It’s nice to play loving games with your mummy, huh?”

“Ohhhhh yesss,” Monica groaned. “But it’s even b-better with you here, Jolie. God, I’m – I’m so in love with you… and y-your mum, and my mum…”

“Yay! All of us in love!” Jolie exclaimed. She kissed Monica fiercely, fucking the girl’s mouth with her tongue. Monica responded in kind, wrapping both arms around her lover as their kiss deepened.

Now seated at the lower left-hand corner of the bed, Dana lightly fingered her slit as she took in the view of her daughter and their guests engaging in hot lesbian sex. But it didn’t take long until the urge to join in became too acute to resist… and Abby’s luscious bum presented itself as a most appealing target.

Dana positioned herself between Abby’s outstretched legs, nudging them further apart as she drew close enough to bask in the thick, musky aroma of the woman’s holes. It made her mouth water. Closing the distance, she pressed a lover’s kiss into the dripping cunt, coating the lower part of her face with Abby’s fluids.

Abby gave an ecstatic moan, muffled by her daughter’s sex. Dana swirled her tongue around the vaginal opening several times, then licked a pathway upward to explore her new lover’s anus. Pleased to hear Abby moan again, louder this time, Dana slipped two fingers into her pussy.

Just then, Monica cried out, caught up in an explosive orgasm. She was out of breath and no longer able to kiss, so Jolie had switched to sucking her nipples, moving from breast to breast.

Seconds later, Abby was coming too, eyes wide in astonishment as Dana stimulated her g-spot.

Left breathless by their shared ecstasy, Monica and Abby found their way into each other’s arms. “Oh, Mum,” she whispered, “thank you for making me feel so good. Can I… can I lick your pussy now?”

Abby gave a shaky laugh. “Not just yet, sweetie. Your mother’s pretty knackered at the moment…”

“You can lick me if you want,” Jolie said, beaming with delight. “I haven’tt had the good feeling yet!”

“Oh, sure,” Monica replied with a grin, rolling onto her back. Jolie carefully mounted her face, and they were off and running.

Abby turned to face Dana. “Kiss me,” she murmured. “I want to taste myself on your lips.”

***

As the afternoon progressed, the four lovers lost track of the number of orgasms they enjoyed, and it grew less and less certain who was pleasuring who.

Eventually they were all completely spent, lying entwined on Dana’s bed, their bodies glazed with the proof of their sexual labours.

Abby managed to roll off the bed and stand upright, though she did totter a bit. As she made her way to the door, Monica called after her. “Where are you going, Mum?”

“Oh, I’ll be back in a minute,” Abby replied. The others assumed she was going to the toilet.

They were wrong – when Abby returned, she held an expensive camera.

“Smile!” she said with a grin, aiming the device. A whir and a click were heard..

Rolling her eyes, Monica sighed, “Oh, Mum!”

Dana spluttered, unsure how she felt about documenting their incestuous activities.

As for Jolie, she giggled and lay back, spreading her legs wide apart. “Peekaboo!” she squealed.

Abby’s camera recorded the display, then she noticed Dana’s look of concern. “Don’t worry, love,” she hastened to say. “These will be for our eyes only, I promise.” Then she handed the camera to Dana. “I’ve adjusted the settings; can you take one of me with Monica?”

A few minutes later, Dana had relaxed enough to get into their impromptu photo session as she took shot after shot of Abby with her daughter.

Soon Jolie got into the action, presenting her bottom to “Aunt Abby.” The woman promptly began to rim her bumhole, while Monica scooted underneath Abby, eager to go down on her mum.

Image after rude image was preserved – women cavorting with underage girls, teenage girls sharing pleasure with one another, mothers exploring new and thrilling possibilities with their daughters. For the rest of the afternoon, they revelled in their newfound love.

Dana was blissfully content, no longer worried about her daughter’s future. It was no longer just the two of them facing the world. Jolie now had good people who loved her, both emotionally and physically.

The End