Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the story, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters who populate this saga, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

Divorced mother Jessica has found a new identity as a lesbian, becoming the lover of her friend Rachel, as well as her three daughters Alice (12), Katie (9), and Poppy (7). At the same time, Rachel has found sexual intimacy with her own girls Bella (12) and Cindy (10), and they have all elected to come together as one big incestuous family.

Not long after that, Jessica’s younger sister Laura pays an unexpected visit and catches them all in the midst of their first family orgy. Despite her shock at what she saw, Laura was seduced later that night by the three youngest daughters, and eventually ends up joining in the family festivities.

Jess has an openly gay friend named Stella. She has twin daughters named Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) who have flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her oldest daughter Alice. Alice suspects that the twins are sexually involved with their mother Stella, who she is very much attracted to herself.

As it transpires, Stella and her daughters are members of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out in her relationship with Rachel, Stella is looking to bring her, Rachel and both their families into the Society.

Stella lays her cards on the table: she suspects Jess and Rachel of having incestuous relations with one or more of their girls, and proposes bringing their combined families together for a sex party (though she has yet to tell Jess anything about the Society just yet). Jess is open to the idea, and tentative plans are made.

In the meantime, Jess and Laura’s mother Ann has just returned from a lengthy sea cruise. Laura informs her sister of a secret their mum told her: that she herself has recently explored lesbian sex with a much younger woman. This gets Jess thinking about the possibility of getting Ann to join in their incestuous relationship. She, Laura and Rachel discuss the idea, where they are overheard by Jessica’s seven-year-old daughter Poppy, who is intrigued by the possibility of sex with her grandmother.

When Ann arrives, Jess informs her mother that she is in a committed relationship with Rachel, and now considers herself gay. Ann is delighted for her daughter, especially since she already knows and likes Rachel. Later that night, Ann tells Jess about her night of passion with Gina, a woman in her twenties who she met online by accidentally visiting the Woman Seeking Woman page at on online dating site.

Later, when she is tucked up in bed, Ann masturbates while remembering her sexual encounter with Gina. But we soon learn that she later had a second sexual encounter with a woman, one she has yet to speak of to her daughters, with a French woman named Colette who she’d met on her ocean cruise.

Ann especially recalls one very special encounter with Colette. They’re in bed and making love when Ann glances up to see her partner’s eleven-year-old daughter Coralie standing in the entrance, watching them fuck. Colette doesn’t notice the girl’s presence, but Ann is mesmerised — and turned on, in spite of herself.

The next day, Ann is approached by Coralie. who briefly exposes herself, then admits that she is attracted to women, especially her own mother. Ann is shocked, but promises to keep the girl’s secret.

And that, dear readers, is where this installment kicks off. Read on…

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by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Blurred images swirled around Ann Clark’s head as the night’s fitful sleep ebbed away. As they began to sharpen, she saw the face of Colette, her Parisienne friend and lesbian mentor. As the images became clearer still, memories of that incredible night came faster, finally freezing on the image of Colette’s eleven-year-old daughter, touching her immature slit as she watched her mother and Ann make love.

The morning light began to filter through her eyelids, and her ears picked up the chatter of birds in the tree outside the bedroom window, followed by the faint sounds of a waking household. As her limbs began their slow waking stretch and her eyes fluttered open, Ann’s usual languid awakening was interrupted by the sudden opening of her door, followed by the jolt of someone jumping onto the bed.

A child’s cheerful voice exclaimed, “Morning, Nonna!”

Ann rubbed her eyes, but even before she could fully focus on the figure, she knew who it was. “Hello, Poppet. What time is it?”

“Nearly eight o’clock. Mummy’s making breakfast, an’ I didn’t want you to not get any.”

As Ann got her first look at the girl, she noticed Poppy wasn’t looking at her face, but lower. Glancing down, she realised the quilt was rolled back, leaving her breasts fully exposed. Oh, bugger, she thought, quickly covering herself.

Poppy studied her grandmother with interest, “How come you’re not wearing a nightie, Nonna?”

“Oh… I was hot last night.”

Before her seven-year-old inquisitor could ask another question, Jessica entered the room, then folded her arms at the sight of her daughter. “Poppy, let your gran wake up before you jump all over her!”

“I didn’t jump all over her, Mummy!” Poppy protested. “I sat down next to her.”

“All right, all right. Go wash your face, sweetie, then go downstairs for breakfast.”

“Okay. Bye, Nonna!” the little girl chirped, then skipped off to her room.

Jess turned to her mother. “Sorry, Mum. She can be a bit of a handful…”

“Don’t you dare apologise, Jess. It feels so good to be back with you and the girls. The cruise was lovely, but I missed my family.”

“And we missed you,” Jessica murmured, gazing fondly at her mother. “Remember, I’m taking Alice and Katie to the dentist this morning, so you’ll have Poppy all to yourself.” She chuckled. “You’ll probably be begging to go home after a couple of hours trying to keep that one entertained!”

“Oh, you go get your other two sorted out. I’m sure we’ll have fun.”

Jessica glanced back at the bathroom doorway as Poppy went inside. Yes, but what kind of fun does my youngest want to have? I swear, that girl’s up to something.

“All right, then, Mum. Breakfast is ready whenever you are.” With that, Jess left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

Ann lay back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, her thoughts returning to Colette and her little girl Coralie.

The end of the cruise was an epiphany for Ann, a change of lifestyle that had never crossed her mind until the evening she’d spent with Gina before her holiday. Now, though, her mind seemed to dwell obsessively on the subject of sex with women. She almost fell back into a dreamy sleep as she recalled the pleasures Colette had bestowed upon her, opening new possibilities that she was eager to explore.

The one firm decision she’d made was to spend more time enjoying life… and waking up next to a lover for the first time in five years had been a huge step in the right direction. The fact that her bed partner was another woman only expanded her options.

Shaking her head in awe, Ann wondered, Do women my age really decide to become lesbians?

Then again, does age have anything to do with it? Both my daughters are gay, my eldest granddaughter has a girlfriend, and I’m giving serious consideration to giving up men. Either there’s something in the water, or there’s a hereditary gene in the family. Even Katie and Poppy said they were more interested in girls than boys…

A gleeful shout from the hallway snapped her back to reality. Putting the pleasant memories and the internal debate about her sexuality aside for the moment, Ann threw back the quilt and swung her legs to the floor. Going to the dressing table, she picked up the satin nightie she’d draped over the back of the chair and put it on, followed by the dressing gown hanging behind the door and her slippers. After a quick face wash and brush of her hair in the bathroom between her room and Poppy’s, she went downstairs to join the others for breakfast.

As she drank the steaming filter coffee, she basked in the familiar, joyous cacophony of three young girls talking at once. Jess noticed, and said, “What are you smiling at, Mum?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about how much I missed this. It was mostly very quiet on the cruise except for the hum of the engines, but sitting here with three crazy granddaughters all trying to talk over each other about things I haven’t got a clue about is… well, it’s nice to be back in the real world.”

“We’re glad you are too.” She turned to her daughters. “Alice, Katie, you two need to get showered and dressed. Mum, don’t you want anything for breakfast besides coffee?”

“No, thank you, dear, this is fine. I’ll have a bath in a little while. How soon do you need to leave?”

Jess glanced at her watch. “In just under an hour, then after the dentist I just need to pop into the shop for a few minutes, if that’s okay.”

“Take as long as you like, dear. Poppy and I will find something to do.”

As Jess turned to the sink to start washing up, she made a note to have a word with her youngest once she returned from the dentist. Time to remind my little sexpot what we discussed the other night.

After breakfast, Ann decided to sit in the garden for a while before it got too hot. She refilled her coffee cup before picking up one of Jessica’s fashion magazines from the living room. As she sat reading at the bistro table, flicking through the pages, it suddenly occurred to her that she was lingering on the model spreads instead of perusing articles as she normally did. She was especially taken with a series of photos featuring two girls draped over each other in contrasting evening wear and lingerie. Something about their poses hinted that the girls were playing out a scenario of seduction.

Ann stared at one particular shot where the girl in lingerie was giving the camera a tantalising glimpse of her breasts. God, she’s lovely. Suddenly irked, she tossed the magazine onto the table. Is this my life now… staring at women everywhere I go?

A few minutes later, Poppy came out to the garden to join her gran, a book under her arm. Taking a chair next to Ann, she leafed through the book, occasionally making small talk, sometimes asking random questions.

Before long Jess came out to say, “Okay, we’re off. Mum, I’ll pick up a couple of bits from the supermarket for lunch, so we’ll probably be out for a couple of hours. Poppy, be good for your gran.”

Poppy stared up at her mother with a look of complete innocence. “But Mum… I’m always good.”

Aren’t you just! “Hmm… I just might beg to differ, young lady.” Giving her mother and daughter a wave, Jess went back indoors. A couple of minutes later, Ann and Poppy heard the family car exit the garage.

After reading for a while, Ann put her magazine to one side. She glanced up, then her attention was captured by the sight of a few dead flower heads in the garden. Clucking her tongue, she got to her feet. “Poppy, dear… can you please get the key to the shed from the kitchen drawer?”

“Sure, Nonna!” And the child scurried into the house.

Ann and her husband had helped build Jessica’s garden, as well as their own. Since Richard’s death, she’d employed a local man to keep hers in shape. Jess occasionally put some time in on hers, but it was clear that she hadn’t touched it in a month, at least.

Perfect, Ann told herself as Poppy came racing back, the key in hand. Exactly what I feel like doing right now.

After a brief search in the shed, Ann located the pruning shears, a pair of canvas gloves and a bucket. “There we are,” she murmured. Emerging into the sunlight, she beamed at her granddaughter. “Want to be your gran’s gardening assistant?”

“Yes!” Poppy exclaimed, snapping to attention. “Assistant Garden Girl Poppy, reporting for duty!”

“Well done!” a pleased Ann replied. “Let’s have at it, then.”

For the next half hour or so, Poppy accompanied her grandmother round the garden as Ann deadheaded flowers, tidied up stems and trimmed back brambles, sharing her plant lore with the child along the way. Poppy carried the bucket, which she filled with the cuttings and dead flower heads.

Finally depositing the detritus in the garden bin, Ann returned her gear to the shed, then she and Poppy went inside and washed their hands. Pouring themselves glasses of ice water, they wandered into the family room to relax. Poppy switched on the TV, then sprawled out on the floor to watch cartoons, while Ann seated herself on the sofa and picked up a coffee table book of David Hockney paintings to peruse.

A few minutes later, Ann noticed her granddaughter was wriggling a little. On the verge of asking Poppy if she was all right, the words froze in her mouth at what she saw. The child’s skirt had ridden up far enough to reveal that she’d gone without knickers.

From where she sat, Ann had a clear view of the child’s bare bum beneath her short skirt… and when Poppy spread her legs a bit, it became instantly apparent that she was masturbating. Ann could only stare in disbelief as she watched the little girl stroke her bare slit with two fingers.

Ann knew she ought to ask Poppy what she was doing and why she was naked beneath her skirt… but she hesitated instead, shocked but mesmerised by the sight of her seven-year-old granddaughter touching herself so openly. It brought back the memory of Colette’s child Coralie, standing in the doorway, fingering her immature sex as she watched her mum fuck another woman.

These combined images sent a delicious shiver through Ann’s body, a shiver that felt far too close to arousal for her liking. Flustered, she was unable to prevent a tiny squeak from escaping her throat. Poppy looked back over her shoulder, but Ann managed to compose herself quickly, turning the sound into a cough.

Returning the Hockney book to the table, Ann rose on unsteady legs, avoiding her granddaughter’s gaze. “Poppy dear, I… I think I’ll have a bath. I’ll be back down soon.”

“Okay, Nonna.”

As Ann made her way toward the stairs, glancing back to see Poppy still on her tummy, now with both elbows on the floor, chin resting in her palms. She got another shock, though, when she noticed that her little poppet was sucking on the fingers that had just been caressing her sex.

If she’d caught sight of the reflection in the mirrored door of a nearby cabinet, Ann might have seen a satisfied smile on her granddaughter’s face.

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After running the water for the bath, Ann went to her room to change back into her dressing gown and collect her bath things. Returning to the bathroom, she hung up her robe and closed the door, then decided to leave it slightly open in case Poppy called for her.

She poured a measure of citrus-scented bubble bath into the water, then swished it around. When the bath was filled and the water temperature ideal, she carefully stepped into the tub and lay back, basking in the soothing heat.

With little else to occupy her thoughts, Ann allowed herself to return to the image of her masturbating granddaughter, but the child’s face kept switching between that of Poppy and Coralie. She recalled her conversation with the beautiful little French girl when Colette had left them alone, and Coralie had confessed to harbouring a sexual attraction to her own mother.

Now Ann wondered if Coralie had ever summoned up the courage to act on that desire. She pictured the eleven-year-old standing before her mum, dress raised to expose her smooth sex, whispering, “I love you, Maman.”

Truth be told, Ann felt a certain measure of guilt for not having discouraged Coralie from lusting after her mother. It’s what she was supposed to have done, that much was certain. But for some reason she couldn’t quite fathom, the girl’s incestuous longing didn’t disturb her as much as it ought to have done.

Obviously, they shouldn’t have sex, Ann told herself. But there is something sweet, even touching about a young girl loving her mummy that much. She just wants their relationship to be… more. Colette just has to gently tell Coralie it’s good for mothers and daughters to be close, but not to the point of becoming lovers.

Would Colette actually do that, though – tell Coralie no? Ann then wondered. She’s such a sexual creature… bold as brass, that one. Is there a chance she’d give in, let her little girl have what she wanted?

A new image flashed like lightning in her mind, one too intense to be pushed away before it materialised. They were on the cruise again, in Colette’s cabin… but this time Ann was the voyeur, watching Coralie make love to her mother, fondling her cunt to the sight. And rather than feeling appalled, Ann found herself shivering with arousal, despite the warmth of the bath water.

I shouldn’t… Bloody hell, I really shouldn’t.

But Ann’s hand was already on the move. She let it glide up and down her left thigh, then the right before pressing it against her throbbing vulva. With the other hand, she cupped a breast, her thumb rolling over a nipple until it stiffened.

Yet again, Ann found herself caught up in the memory of that first night with Colette, when her lover’s little girl had watched them fuck. There it was, that image of Coralie fingering her childish sex as she watched Ann and her mum engaging in mutual cunnilingus.

I really shouldn’t be thinking about that, Ann told herself, even as she curved a finger into her vagina. StilI, I wonder… why does it excite me?

She wanted to believe it was all about the thrill of having a witness to her lewd behaviour. It’s not because I was being watched by an eleven-year-old girl. And it’s not because the girl in question was having lustful thoughts about me… and her mother.

Still, Ann wondered what it would be like for a mother and daughter to make love. She imagined Coralie standing in the doorway, just as she was on that night… only this time, the girl let her nightie fall to the floor to reveal her naked form. Padding over to where her mum and Ann were nestled in each other’s arms, she climbed into bed to join the older lovers.

This was a dirty, perverse, utterly immoral fantasy, and against her better judgement, Ann was caught up in it, probing her vagina with two fingers as her imagination ran rampant.

She pictured Colette sitting up to smile at her daughter. “Mon précieux petite fille,” she whispered, then gave the girl a tender kiss that quickly grew heated.

They finally parted, and Coralie turned to Ann with a bashful smile. “May I kiss you now?”

Submitting to this crazy fantasy, Ann slowly nodded. The child slowly approached, her lips parting…

Then, out of nowhere, Coralie’s face then switched to that of Poppy.

The effect was like an ice-cold slap in the face. Ann jerked upright in the tub, abruptly withdrawing her fingers from her vagina. For heaven’s sake! she thought, appalled by the depraved turn her mind had taken.

Opening her eyes, she gasped when she saw that, as if sent by some mischievous sprite, Poppy had entered the room and was standing next to the tub. “Hi, Nonna!” she exclaimed.

“Goodness, Poppy! You startled me. It’s always best to knock before you enter a bathroom, you know. Er, what is it, dear?”

Hugging herself, the child said, “Mummy said I should have a bath. Can I get in with you?”

At that particular juncture, Poppy’s proposal didn’t seem like the best idea. “Wouldn’t you rather wait? I can run you a fresh bath when I’ve finished.”

“But I’d rather take a bath with you, Nonna!” Poppy replied, beaming at her gran. “It’ll be fun! We can wash each other’s backs. ‘Sides, it’ll save water. My teacher says that’s a good thing!”

She’d always found it difficult to say no to her granddaughters. “Erm, yes… well, in that case, I suppose you can.”

“Yay! Thanks, Gran.” And before Ann could formulate some kind of reply, Poppy shrugged out of her Spice Girls tee, which she placed on the toilet, then unfastened and removed her denim skirt. The child was already barefoot, so this left her completely naked. Fetching herself a clean towel from the airing cupboard and putting it with Ann’s, Poppy carefully climbed into the tub, lifting her leg over the edge.

In spite of herself, Ann found her gaze drawn between Poppy’s legs, a twinge of warmth passing through her at the sight of her granddaughter’s bare slit. Shocked, she gave her head a tiny shake in an attempt to purge these bizarre thoughts.

Poppy tested the water with her foot before bringing her other leg over. She stood facing her gran for a couple of heartbeats before slowly lowering herself into the water. Reaching for a sponge, she immersed it in the tub, then squeezed the warm water over her shoulders.

Studying the child for a moment, Ann reassured herself. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s all to do with these new feelings you have for women. You’ve been noticing beautiful females more and more of late, so why shouldn’t you notice beautiful little girls as well? Poppy is a lovely child, utterly exquisite… but that certainly doesn’t mean you’re having inappropriate ideas about her!

Still, Ann found it somewhat unsettling to see such a young girl as a sexual creature. But that kind of thing seemed to be happening regularly of late. First, there was the lewd display Coralie had put on for her that night of the cruise. Then Alice, her twelve-year-old granddaughter, had got herself into a lesbian relationship with her best friend Bella. And minutes ago, she’d watched little Poppy masturbate.

It’s a strange coincidence, that’s for certain… When I was that age, I barely knew what sex was!

Just then, Poppy broke into Ann’s reverie. “Nonna? Can you wash my back, please?” The child was peering up at her gran, a soapy sponge clutched in her right hand.

Toying with Poppy’s bright red hair, Ann murmured, “It’s been a long time since I’ve done that for you, sweetheart. A few years, at least!”

“I like it!” said the seven-year-old. “If you lived with us, we could take baths together all the time.”

“Well, yes, that would be nice… I must say, though, you’re getting a bit big to have someone bathe you.”

“But it’s so much better if there’s someone else in the tub,” Poppy declared. “Me and Katie love to take our baths together. She washes me all over!”

Ann’s reply died on her lips. She stared at the child. Wait a minute, is she saying… Oh, don’t be ridiculous, woman. You can’t make every single, solitary thing about sex!

Taking a deep breath, she said, “All right, dear… Turn around, and I’ll wash your back.”

Handing Ann the sponge, Poppy swivelled round until she was seated between her gran’s legs. Despite having bathed all her granddaughters when they were little, Ann felt somewhat flustered this time. She briefly closed her eyes, then began soaping the little girl.

Once she’d finished sponging and rinsing off the suds, Poppy suddenly stood up, then turned around. “Can you do my front, Nonna?”

That was farther than Ann cared to go. “I think you’re big enough to wash yourself there, sweetheart.”

“But I saw a film about Queen Cleopatra… and she had a bath in milk with maids washing her! Can we maybe pretend I’m the queen, just this once? Pretty please?”

That bashful smile, those plaintive eyes… Once again, Ann found herself incapable of refusing Poppy’s wishes. “Well, your highness, I suppose if it’s good enough for Cleopatra, it’s good enough for you.”

Dipping the sponge into the water, Ann drizzled it with soap, then began to lather her granddaughter’s upper half. She tried not to linger on any one part, at least.

Poppy gave a tiny squeal when the sponge swept over her nipples… then, when Gran briefly soaped her slit,  she sighed, “This is so nice, Nonna. I wish you could give me all my baths.”

Ann had to admit that she was enjoying this too, yet it felt distinctly different from the satisfaction she got bathing her daughters and granddaughters when they were much younger. Of course, I wasn’t actually stark naked and in the bath with them at the time. 

There’s one other big difference between then and now: I wasn’t having sex with women in those days, or toying with the idea that I’m gay. But that’s got nothing to do with this, nothing at all! I’m just giving Poppy a bath, the same way I did when she was little.

Turning away from her grandmother, Poppy presented her pert buttocks to Ann. “Wash my bum, Nonna. You didn’t do that bit yet… ‘cos I was sitting on it!” She gave a gleeful laugh, grinning over a shoulder as she worked her hips from side to side.

Dipping the sponge in the bathwater, Ann frowned. Poppy’s behaving so strangely… almost as if she’s flirting with me. Or maybe she’s only pretending to flirt.

She began to apply soap to her granddaughter’s bottom and the backs of Poppy’s thighs, still wondering about the child’s odd behaviour. Could she be attracted to other girls? Or even women? No. that’s silly, she’s only seven. I doubt she’s interested in much more than kissing, if even that.

Patting Poppy’s hip, Ann murmured, “There, dearest. I’d say you’ve been washed to a fare-thee-well. Now sit back down, and we’ll get all that soap rinsed off.”

Poppy obligingly seated herself, and Ann gently splashed water over the little girl’s shoulders. “And there you are, love – shiny and bright as a new penny.”

Spinning around to face her gran, Poppy reached for the bottle of bath soap. “Now I’ll wash you, Nonna!”

Taken aback, Ann stammered. “You d-don’t have to do that! Come on, sweetie… let’s get out before the water goes cold.”

“The child gave her head a firm shake. “We can’t, not yet – you have to take your turn being Cleopatra! That’s the game.”

Before Ann could form a coherent reply, Poppy clambered onto the edge of the bath, then reached out to apply a handful of creamy lather to her grandmother’s chest.

Brow furrowed, concentrating on her task, Poppy coated Ann’s breasts with soap, pausing to say, “Lift your arms, Nonna… then I can wash under ‘em.” As if she was the child and Poppy the adult, Ann meekly did as asked.

Poppy moved closer, smearing lather under Ann’s arms, then circling both hands over and around her gran’s generous breasts, murmuring, “Nice… and… clean.” Once Ann’s chest was soaped to her satisfaction, the child used handfuls of bathwater to rinse the suds away. That task accomplished, Poppy sat back and studied her grandmother’s breasts, then down at her own thin frame.

Pulling on her nipples, she looked up at her gran. “Nonna, do you think I’ll ever have big boobies like yours?”

Ann had to smile. “Well, I suppose you might when you’re older. To be honest, though, having big breasts isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. They can really limit your movements… and if they’re especially heavy, you can develop back problems. Oh, and they do tend to droop when you get to be my age.”

“But yours aren’t like that.” As she spoke, Poppy surprised Ann by reaching out to lift her grandmother’s breasts with both hands, as if testing their heft.

Ann was momentarily lost for words, but managed to recover. “Mine aren’t so very big, sweetie. Come on now, let’s get out of this tub and dried off before we start looking like two wrinkled prunes.” She carefully got to her feet, then plucked her towel from the rack.

“Okay.” Poppy reached behind to pull out the plug, then stood up to reach for her own towel. She wrapped it round herself, then studied her grandmother’s nudity.

Noticing Poppy gazing at her vulva, Ann asked the child, “What are you looking at, dear?”

“You’ve got red hair down there, too.”

“What? Oh, yes, that’s how it usually is. ‘The carpet matches the drapes’, that’s how some people put it.”

“So that means I’ll have red hair down there too, huh?”

“I’d imagine so, sweetheart.”

“But when will it happen?” With that question, Poppy opened her towel and cupped her mons, tracing the slit with a finger as if feeling for a trace of pubes. Ann shivered, the sight immediately reminding her of Coralie, and when she’d watched that beautiful little girl masturbate.

“About four years or so. It will come when it comes, don’t worry yourself about it.”

“Yours is awfully short, Nonna. Do you get it cut when you visit the hairdresser?”

“No, no,” Ann laughed, amused by an image of Siobhan, the sweet, shy Catholic girl who did her hair. Wonder what she’d say if I sat down, flipped up my skirt to show her my wicked bits and said, ‘Just take a little off the top, love.’ Tousling Poppy’s hair, Ann told the girl, “Actually, I do it myself with an electric trimmer.”

“Cool! You should make it into a nice shape like a heart.”

“Erm, yes, I suppose that would look nice. But come on now, let’s get you dried and dressed before you catch your death of cold.”

Ann wrapped the towel tightly round her body, tucking in the front before emerging from the bath, then reaching in to help her granddaughter climb out. As they dried themselves, Ann was thankful that Poppy made no further observations or asked any more awkward questions about their bodies, but she did feel a bit self-conscious when Poppy seated herself on the toilet lid and watched as Ann applied lotion to her legs.

As she placed one foot on the edge of the bath, Ann was unaware that Poppy was fighting an urge to reach out and slide a finger along the exposed crease of her grandmother’s sex, peeking from beneath the towel.

After sending Poppy off to her room to get dressed, Ann cleaned the bath, then returned to the guest room. Feeling an urge to make herself especially attractive, she chose a robin’s-egg dress that displayed her trim figure to impressive effect, along with the same silken bra and panties she’d worn for Colette the last time they made love. Before dressing, she stood naked before the mirror, appraising her body from front and back. “You’ll do,” she murmured.

She went downstairs to the living room, where Poppy was on the sofa, perusing a storybook. The child glanced up, giving her gran a dazzling smile. “Hi, Nonna! Are you going to read your book some more? I wanted to keep you company, so I got a book, too!” She brandished a colourful volume.

Such a delightful girl. “Let me fix a coffee, and I’ll join you,” Ann said, heading toward the kitchen, “Care for a lemon squash, dear?”

“Yes, please!” Poppy exclaimed.

A few minutes later, grandmother and child sat side by side with their respective books and beverages. At one point, Poppy hugged her knees to her chest, and Ann was pleased to see that she was now wearing knickers. Thank goodness, she told herself, not sure why she felt so relieved.

Thirty minutes later, Jessica returned with the girls.

While Alice and Katie changed into their house clothes, Poppy took to the kitchen with Jess and Ann to assist with making sandwiches for afternoon tea.

Jessica looked from her daughter to her mother. “So… did Poppy behave herself, Mum?”

“Of course she did!”

Poppy smiled innocently, but Jess was all too familiar with that smile. It meant her little girl had been up to mischief no one knew about. “See, Mum? Told you I’d be good.”

“So it seems, young lady. Let’s hope you behave on Friday while Mummy Rachel and I are away. Bella and Cindy are staying the night, so Auntie Laura is coming by to act as reinforcement for your gran.”

“Sounds like fun!” Poppy exclaimed.

Jess placed the last sandwich on a plate. “There we are. Go tell your sisters it’s time for tea.”

“Okay!” Off she went, bounding up the stairs.

Turning to Ann, Jess said, “Thanks for looking after her, Mum. Poppy can be a handful. Did I have that much energy when I was her age?”

“You might’ve done, actually. And I’m always happy to spend time with the girls, you know that. Poppy is the most delightful child. She helped me out in the garden, we had a nice bath, then we sat quietly and read for a while.”

“Wait, Mum – did you say we had a bath?”

“Yes, dear. It’s been a long time since I’ve bathed the girls, let alone being in the tub with them. It was just like when Poppy was a toddler.”

Jessica’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You got in with her? Whose idea was that?”

“Well, I was having my own bath when Poppy came in and asked if she could join me. She said it was a good way to save water.”

“I suppose… but that doesn’t mean she ought to interrupt you while you’re relaxing.”

“Oh, it was fine. It has been ages since Poppy saw me nude, I suppose. She was very curious about my body – you know, wondering what she’d look like one day.”

That little minx! Jess thought. “What did she ask about?”

“It was funny; she wanted to know if her breasts will be as big as mine, and if her pubic hair would be the same shade of red.”

“Well, you know how curious she is,” Jess said, trying not to let her irritation show. I specifically told Poppy and her sisters to leave seducing their gran to Laura and me… what part of that didn’t she understand? I’ll be having a word with her later. She sighed. I swear, we’ve turned that girl into a sex fiend. Thank Christ Laura will be here tomorrow night to keep her in line.

***

Later that night, Jessica made sure she was the one who tucked Poppy in. As the seven-year-old stripped off to get into the large t-shirt she favoured as a nightie, Jess stood there with arms folded, frowning.

“So, what’s all this about you interrupting your gran’s bath, Poppy? What are you up to?”

There it was again – that wide-eyed look of perfect innocence. “I haven’t seen Nonna for a long time, Mummy. I just wanted to take a bath with her, like when I was little.”

“Is that so? And you weren’t trying to get her into bed?”

A hint of colour appeared in Poppy’s cheeks. “Well… I do want to fuck Nomma, but I didn’t say so, Mummy. I just wanted her to see me with no clothes on.” She giggled. “I think she liked that, too… I sure liked seeing her! She has the nicest titties!”

Rolling her eyes, Jess said, “Well, your gran didn’t seem to suss out what you were doing, so I guess you aren’t in trouble… this time, anyway. But no more games, okay? You and your sisters need to let us grownups handle this. Understand?”

Poppy nodded, then gave Jess a bashful glance. “Mummy?”

“What, sweetie?”

“Can I get a kiss? A sexy kiss?”

Nibbling her lower lip, Jess gazed longingly at her daughter. Poppy was still naked, pyjamas draped over her arm, wearing that angelic smile that was guaranteed to fire Jessica’s lust.

An all-too familiar longing was making itself known, pulsing beneath her belly. Because of Ann’s visit, she’d not made love to any of the girls – hers or Rachel’s – for nearly a week. For that matter, she and Rachel hadn’t fucked in longer than that.

“We shouldn’t be having any kind of sex, Poppy,” Jess said. “I know it’s difficult, but we can’t have your gran catch us. Once she goes home, I’ll lick that sweet pussy of yours until you beg me to quit.”

“Just a kiss, Mummy. Please?”

The yearning Jessica saw in her seven-year-old’s eyes would have melted a far colder heart than hers. Going down on her knees, she drew Poppy into a loving embrace. “I’m not sure you even deserve a kiss, not after that stunt you pulled with your gran,” Jess said. “You’re lucky I’ve got such a kindly nature.”

She grazed the child’s ear with a feather-light kiss, then nuzzled her neck. “Oh… oh, yes, Mummy,” Poppy cooed, now shivering with excitement.

Their lips met, and Poppy was quick to respond, her tongue darting into Mummy’s mouth. Jess was quick to respond, and their kiss grew heated and fervent.

Unable to restrain herself, Jess cupped the seven-year-old’s arse, slipping a finger between the soft cheeks to stroke her rosebud.

“Oh, Mummy,” Poppy whispered as their mouths drifted apart, “I miss us making love.”

“I miss it too,” sighed Jess. “It’s just been a couple of days, though. Be patient, sweetie.”

“I’m trying, really I am… but it’s hard, Mummy.” She giggled. “Just seeing your bottom when you make breakfast… I want to raise your nightie, take your knickers down and kiss it!”

Jess was immediately reminded of an incident a few weeks earlier, when Poppy had done that very thing. The child, still in her nightwear – a long t-shirt with nothing underneath – crept up to Jess while she was buttering toast, tugged her panties down, then bent Mummy over the kitchen counter and licked both her holes. Hearing their mother’s moans from the living room, Katie and Alice hastened to join the fun. Soon the girls had Jessica stretched out atop the dining table, all three of them pleasuring her at once.

It was a fine memory, one that had Jessica throbbing with lust.

Really, I shouldn’t do this, not after insisting the girls behave… but I’ve been too sodding long without. If that makes me a lesbian nymphomaniac, so be it.

Patting the nearby bed, Jess murmured, “Lie down, love.”

Poppy’s eyes were filled with hopeful joy as she scrambled onto her bed and stretched out; knees up, legs spread.

“No noise, now,” Jess said. She bent down to adorn her child’s pretty pink cleft with a kiss, then traced the opening with the tip of her tongue. There it was, that exquisite flavour… like some tart exotic fruit. She loved the taste of pussy – all different, yet tantalisingly familiar – but she enjoyed licking Poppy most of all.

Clumsily unfastening her jeans with one hand, Jess pulled the zipper down, slid a hand into a very sodden pair of knickers, then curved two fingers into her cunt with a single sharp thrust… all without breaking oral contact with her seven-year-old’s slit.

“Oh, yes… yes. That’s s-so nice, Mummy…” Poppy whimpered, using both hands to draw her legs even farther apart.

The child’s anus was now exposed and open, so Jess took a moment to burrow her tongue into Poppy’s arse crack, bathing the tight pucker. But knowing how badly her little girl needed to come, she soon found her way up to the tiny morsel of Poppy’s clitoris, which she licked a few times, then took between her lips. All the while, Jess was fucking herself hard, fast, and deep as she could get her fingers to go.

A hard shiver ran through Poppy’s thin frame, then she was moaning into both hands, covering her mouth as her orgasm kicked in. Jess continued to suck her daughter’s clit until the girl squirmed away, gasping that she’d had enough.

Seconds later, it was Jessica’s turn to come, those two wicked fingers twisting and twirling about inside the creamy canal of her vagina. She drove herself through a tooth-rattling climax, then slumped against the foot of the bed.

She felt lips brushing her face, and opened her eyes to find Poppy kneeling next to her, whispering, “Thanks, Mummy. That was the best. I love you!”

Embracing her nude little girl, Jess kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you too, angel. Now get yourself to bed.”

“I will, but first…” Poppy gave her mum one last passionate kiss, which Jessica eagerly returned. Finally breaking away with a giggle, the seven-year-old picked up her nightshirt from the floor and slipped into it. As usual, she didn’t bother to wear anything underneath. Getting into bed, she drew the covers up to her chin. “I’m gonna have good dreams tonight. Thanks again, Mummy.”

Jess was fastening her pants. “My pleasure, dearest.” She bent down; touched her lips to Poppy’s cheek. “Goodnight, Poppy.”

“G’night, Mummy,” said the child, then broke into a huge yawn. Jess blew her daughter a kiss just before switching off the light, then carefully closed the door.

Before rejoining Ann downstairs, she took a brief detour to her bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. After all, she reasoned, by now, Mum knows what pussy smells like. Best not to tempt fate.

Jess entered the family room to find her mum on the sofa, passing the time with a book. Anne had opened the wine she’d brought along, so Jessica fetched a glass from the kitchen before joining her.

As Jess filled her glass, Ann glanced up from her book. “What time are you and Rachel leaving tomorrow?”

“Hmmm, good question. I’d best text her.” Taking out her phone, she messaged Laura: How early can you drop by on Friday? She got a response moments later.

Looking up from the phone, Jess said, “Here we go. Laura said she’ll be over early, about 7:30. Rachel and I will leave just after eight for the Oxford Tube coach to London, so she’ll drop Bella and Cindy off then. Bella can sleep in Alice’s room, Cindy with Katie, Laura will be in my room, and Poppy’s fine in her own room. We’ll probably be back around… oh, say tea time on Saturday.”

“Fair enough. Any special plans?”

“Shopping, mostly… and Rach got tickets to an Argentine tango show. It’s like a play with dance.”

“That’s my favourite dance on Strictly. Your father was very good at ballroom, but didn’t have the hips for Latin.” Ann laughed briefly, then her expression turned wistful.

Jess rested a hand on her mother’s shoulder. “I remember Dad teaching me to dance… and I learned everything I know about running a business from him. With Laura, it was all about books and politics. Remember the discussions they used to get into?”

“Vividly. Give them credit, though – your father and your sister knew how to argue without it ever turning into a fight.”

“That’s true. Instead, they’d debate till the cows come home.”

Ann nodded. “Richard and I didn’t disagree often… but when we did, he could be a formidable opponent. Whenever I’m at a board meeting, it’s as if he’s still by my side, offering sage advice. Sometimes it’s even useful!” she added with a wink.

“Do you still miss Dad a lot? I know the rest of us do, but it must have been especially hard for you, what with all the business stuff to sort out.”

Ann gave Jessica’s hand a quick squeeze. “Yes, I do miss him, but having you, Laura and the girls there made it easier to bear.” She paused. “For me, the hardest part was coming home and not finding Richard there. The house seemed… smaller without him.”

“Dad always knew how to fill a space,” Jess murmured.

Rousing herself with a quick shake of the head, Ann gave her daughter a brave smile. “Now, let’s not get melancholy, dear. My family is happy and doing well. Me, I’m enjoying life; finally looking forward to the future. And speaking of the future… I’ve started making some decisions. I’ll tell you more when I have a definite idea of them.”

“There you go again with the cryptic comments, Mum. Is something wrong?”

“Goodness me, no – it’s nothing like that. I’m fit and healthy, probably more than I’ve been for a while. It’s mostly about the business, but nothing’s set in stone just yet. I’ll have a chat with you and your sister when you get back from your break.”

“Okay, Mum, but it all sounds very mysterious.”

“Trust me, you’ve nothing to worry about.” She got to her feet. “Let’s get to bed. You’ll be getting up early, remember.”

***

Once Jess had taken a quick shower and cleaned her teeth, she slipped into bed, then picked up her phone to call Laura. They exchanged greetings, then Jess told her sister what Poppy had been up to.

“I gave her a talking to, but you’ll have to be on guard. I don’t think she’ll try anything else. Still, you know what a creature of impulse Poppy can be.”

“Oh, I do indeed,” Laura replied. “But don’t worry, Poppy won’t be doing any seducing. I intend to take all the girls to Willett’s and tire them out. And tomorrow night, I plan to pay Mum a little visit; ask if she’ll let me share her bed. Then, while I’ve got her alone, I’ll see if I can get to open up about what she did with this Gina woman. I want details!”

“From what she told me, Mum let Gina do all the work. She’s only twenty-five, by the way – did Mum tell you that?”

“No! Fuck me, that’s hot. So Mum didn’t return the favour?”

“I’m afraid not,” said Jess. “I think she’s a bit embarrassed about that. Something tells me the next time Mum has it off with a woman she’ll be getting her face wet, if you get my meaning.”

“Indeed I do. You seem awfully sure she’ll be returning to the well, by the way. When I spoke to Mum, she made it sound like more of a one-time thing.”

“Hmmph. She’s just having trouble adjusting to the idea that she might be gay. The way she talked about that first time, though… Mum didn’t go into explicit detail, but she did say it was incredible. Now she’s had a taste, I don’t think she’ll be able to leave it at that. Don’t know if she means to have it off with Gina again, but if not, she’ll let herself be taken to bed by some other woman.”

“Good!” Laura exclaimed. “Well, I’ll get my chance to sound Mum out tomorrow night. If she’s hiding anything else about her sex life, I’ll ferret it out. I am a journalist, after all!”

“Any ideas about, you know, how to get her into bed with us? I’m coming up empty.”

“Nothing very specific. If I can get her into a graphic discussion about doing the deed… well, that’s a good start.” She paused, then added, “I was thinking of telling Mum about how I used to crush on her, back when I was working through the whole being-queer thing. Maybe even admit I masturbated to fantasies of her now and then.” She laughed. “Actually, I got myself off all the bloody time thinking about her!”

“You still do, I’ll wager,” Jessica murmured.

“You know me too well, big sister.”

“I know what a dirty-minded slag you are, you mean… and how much I love you for it.” Jess glanced at the clock. “Guess I ought to turn in. Early day tomorrow,”

“Me too. Only, um… how’d you like to indulge in a little phone sex, big sister?”

“Well, aren’t you the naughty one! Yes, I’d love it.”

“I can’t stop thinking about Mum, how much I want her. I swear, Jess – you and your girls have turned me into a lesbian incest freak. So… shall we get ourselves off to a nice mother-daughter fantasy?”

“Works for me. You start – I’m sure you’ve done this kind of thing many’s the time.”

“Hmm, let’s see… Okay. Mum’s in that massive shower of yours, soaping herself up. She’s washing those big, beautiful tits of hers when you open the door and enter, with me right behind. We’re both naked.”

“Is she surprised?” Jess asked, stroking her cunt.

“At first. But she’s even more surprised by the way we’re looking at her. Give Mum credit… she knows right away what’s on our minds, that we want to fuck.“

Jess easily stepped into the fantasy. “Her eyes, Laura… my God, they’re huge.”

“That’s right. She’s thinking about it, what we’re asking for.”

“Now we’re on either side of her. Mum looks from you to me, then back again. All she says is, ‘Are you sure about this…?’”

“Nice, sis. Then you say, ‘We’re sure, Mum’, then kiss her. Right on the mouth. She freezes up for a few seconds, then… oh, Jess, she just melts into your arms.”

Caught up in this lewd scenario, Jessica fucked herself hard and fast, the palm of her hand making smacking sounds as it collided again and again with her vulva.

“Your tongue’s in her mouth, your hands gripping her arse…”

Unable to cover her mouth, Jess clenched her jaw hard enough to hurt as she went off in a massive orgasm, one that buffeted her body like a thunderstorm. She continued to maul her vagina, forcing her fingers even deeper, whimpering as her rapture mounted to a near-unbearable peak that left her limp and dazed, still clutching a sweat-slicked phone.

“Fucking hell,” she heard Laura say. “That sounded like a good one.”

“Mm, yeh,” Jess mumbled, gulping in soothing lungfuls of air. “Give me a minute, an’ I’ll take care of you.”

“Not a problem… I’m ready when you are. Some fantasy, huh? Got myself off just last night while thinking about that – doing Mum in the shower. It’s even hotter with you there, though. Even if you got to have her first, greedy bitch!” she added with a dirty laugh.

“Ha bloody ha,” said Jessica, settling into her pillow. “Are you ready, little sister?”

“Ready and then some. In fact, I’m rubbing one out right now. Mmmmm, yes.”

“Okay, then.” Setting the scene in her mind, Jess began. “Let’s go back to when we were teenagers. You already know about liking girls… but now it’s sinking in that you like older women even more. And there’s one particular woman who really gets your motor humming…”

“Oh, God,” Laura moaned.

“You already know who I mean, don’t you? That’s right – it’s your own mother. You’ve had sexy fantasies about her; masturbated while picturing Mum nude. Of course, you assume nothing will ever come of it.

“But one day after getting up, you go down to the kitchen in your pyjamas, and there she is at the sink, washing dishes in her nightgown – that pretty green one she used to have; remember?”

“I – I do. Fuck, Jess, you’re really g-good at this…”

Now caressing her own slit, Jessica continued. “Mum turns around to give you a smile… but you only half notice, because her nightie falls open, and she’s completely naked underneath.”

“Yes!” Laura cried. “Oh, yes.”

“There’s something in her expression… a hunger in her eyes. You’ve never seen Mum like this. You’re standing there gawping like a fool, unable to move.

“Then she says, ‘I’ve noticed the way you look at me, sweetie… and I just wanted you to know that I feel the same way. I want what you want.’ She brushes her nightie over one shoulder, and it slips down to the floor. Then Mum leans back against the countertop and spreads her legs apart, showing you everything.” Jess paused, savouring the frantic rasp of her sister’s breath.

“Ohhhhh… d-don’t stop, damn you!” protested Laura. “What – what happens next?”

“Mum reaches down to open herself up with her fingers and says, ‘Take off those pyjamas, Laura… then come taste your mummy’s cunt.’”

“Oh, fuck. Fuck!”

“You strip out of your jammies and knickers, moving so fast that you nearly topple over. Once you’re completely naked, you go down on your knees at Mum’s feet, staring at her auburn pubes. You can smell her now, and, oh my God, it’s incredible.

“You move close to bury your mouth in Mum’s bush, then take that first lick. The flavour of her pussy…”

“AHHHHHH!” Laura shrieked. “OhgodohgodohgodohGOD!” Then a noisy clatter; the sound of the phone being dropped. Grinning with delight, Jess waited for her sister to return.

“Hey,” Laura finally said. “That was… impressive, Jess. I just left this massive wet spot on the bed. Y’know, if the trendy fashion business ever goes tits-up, you could make a living doing phone sex.”

“I’ve done this a few times before with Rachel. And I do not traffic in ‘trendy fashions,’ you cow.”

“Pardon the indelicacy,” Laura murmured, then drifted into a huge yawn. “Christ, I’m knackered. Thanks for the good time, sis. See you bright and early. Love you.”

“Love you too. G’night.”

“Night-night.”

Setting the phone on her night table, Jess switched off the arc lamp, then nestled into the sheets. Her mind was abuzz with anticipation for the next day and her London trip with Rachel, but somehow she managed to fall asleep quickly.

On to Chapter Forty!