Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A (formerly) 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 recalls one very special encounter with Colette. They were in bed and making love when Ann glanced up to see her partner’s eleven-year-old daughter Coralie standing in the entrance, watching them fuck. Colette didn’t notice the girl’s presence, but Ann was mesmerized — and turned on, in spite of herself.

The next day, Ann was approached by Coralie, who briefly exposed herself, then admitted that she was attracted to women, especially her own mother. Ann was shocked, but promised to keep the girl’s secret. Later, Ann brings herself to orgasm remembering that time with Colette – and Coralie.

The next morning, Ann is awakened by her granddaughter Poppy, who she will be looking after that day while Jess takes Alice and Katie to the dentist. After awhile, Ann notices the seven-year-old behaving in a very strange way. First, while reading, she notices that the child is naked beneath her skirt and surreptitiously rubbing her bare slit. Taken aback, she decides to take a bath, which is interrupted by Poppy, who insists on sharing the tub with her grandmother and soaping her breasts.

When Jess returns with the older girls, she has a stern chat with Poppy after Ann mentions having bathed with her. But when Poppy asks for a kiss, Jess can’t resist the chance to go down on her little girl.

Later that night, Jess phones her sister Laura, asking her to keep an eye on Poppy the next day. Laura will be looking after the girls while Jess and Rachel are on a one-night trip to London. The sisters end up having a very stimulating round of phone sex before turning in for the night.

The London trip is a rousing success for Rachel and Jess. During their stay in a posh hotel, they end up having a sex party with Dominique, an Asian friend of Rachel’s who runs a sex shop and loves to demonstrate the toys she sells, and Valentina, a Slovenian immigrant who works as a maid in the hotel. She delivers a bottle of champagne to the room and is subsequently enticed into her first lesbian experience.

Meanwhile, back home, Ann and her daughter Laura are having a frank late night discussion about lesbian sex. They both turn in, and a very aroused Ann is about to fondle herself to orgasm when Laura knocks. She doesn’t feel like being alone, and asks if they can share a bed. Ann agrees, but is surprised when Laura strips naked before getting beneath the blanket, claiming she always sleeps that way.

Ann awakens a few hours later. Laura is sleeping soundly, so Ann takes the opportunity to masturbate. But in spite of her efforts to avoid waking her daughter, she gets a shock when Laura takes over and begins to finger her. Ann is so overwhelmed by arousal and surprise that she allows herself to be seduced. Giving in to impulse, Ann lets Laura go down on her, then returns the favor.

Afterwards, Ann is more confused than ever, but can’t deny how good the sex was. In fact, they are on the verge of making love again when they are interrupted by a certain girl of seven. It’s Poppy, who is thrilled to bits to see her aunt and grandmother naked and in bed together. Quickly removing her nightie, the nude child asks permission to join them.

Now that Poppy has let the cat out of the bag, Laura is forced to confess everything to her mother — all the incestuous activities Jess and Rachel’s families have been indulging in for the last few months. Ann is appalled, yet fascinated, and can’t help but stay and watch as Poppy performs oral on her aunt. Then, before Ann knows it, Poppy is between her legs, licking her to a massive orgasm. Afterwards, Laura hints that Ann should pleasure her granddaughter the same way, but Ann can’t bring herself to go that far.

They settle down, the three of them… and though Ann is buffeted by all kinds of crazy, confused emotions, she somehow manages to fall asleep.

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

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

As the morning light found Ann Clark’s eyelids, they fluttered open until the red 7:15 of the bedside clock came into focus. There was a narrow column of light on the wall, the sun insinuating itself through a slight opening in the curtains. Funny, she mused. I thought I left those open.

The weight and warmth of another body against hers prompted a sudden, shocking awareness that she was not alone in bed… and the memory of the previous night came back in a dizzying rush.

She turned from the clock to be greeted by the naked form of her youngest granddaughter. Poppy lay on her front, partially draped over her – one arm strewn across Ann’s midriff and a leg hooked over hers, the child’s knee resting near Ann’s vulva. Her left hand was lightly pinned lay beneath Poppy’s thin frame, and she soon became aware that the girl’s pubis was touching her knuckles. Glancing over her shoulder, Ann saw her equally naked daughter Laura, dozing soundly.

A delicious warm glow rippled through her as she recalled the pleasure these two angels had given her mere hours ago, then the reality of the situation brought on a wave of uneasiness.

My God, I had sex with my daughter… then with my granddaughter! It almost feels like a dream. But it wasn’t. How does one deal with something like this in the cold light of day?

Not wanting to risk awakening Poppy by freeing her arm, Ann used the right hand to rub her eyes, then took a moment to study her sleeping granddaughter. She recalled how the little minx had begged for a kiss — a real kiss, like you just gave Auntie Laura…

Ann traced her lips with a fingertip as she remembered Poppy’s far from childish kiss. Her mouth was so soft and sweet, and the way her tongue played with mine… I’ve never had a kiss quite like it. 

And who taught her to kiss that way? she wondered. One of her sisters? Laura? Maybe… Jess? She pictured it: her eldest daughter, still fairly new to the lesbian lifestyle, cradling her little girl, both of them naked. Their mouths were playing lovely games together, tongues flickering back and forth, mother and daughter exchanging whispered words of love between kisses.

Why was she thinking like this? More to the point, why did this image of Jessica and Poppy cause a deep-banked warmth to pulse beneath her belly? Out of nowhere, Laura’s words from earlier echoed in her head: We want to make you part of this. We all do. 

It put Ann in mind of her conversation with Coralie; when the young French girl told Ann how much she wanted to have sex with her mother. The child even expressed a desire to join Colette and Ann while they were making love. Instead, Coralie had masturbated while watching them fuck, unbeknownst to her mum. Confronted by the girl’s longings, Ann was shocked, yet oddly aroused. Since then, she’d wondered more than once if she ought to have said something to dissuade Coralie from such thoughts.

After last night, the thought of Coralie and her mother entwined in an intimate embrace didn’t seem so terrible, especially after what she’d done with Laura. But the invitation for her to join this “Family Fuck Club,” as Poppy had called it… that was a step too far.

Or so she’d thought, just a few hours ago.

Now, in the light of day, Ann found herself wondering: what was it like to have sex with one’s entire family?

When Laura told her about what Jess, Rachel and their daughters had got up to, she’d mentioned catching them all in a full-on orgy. Laura was just about to describe what she saw, but Ann quickly made her stop. Now I’m curious, she admitted to herself. What could it have been like? How would I have responded, had it been me who caught them in the act?

Christ, what if I dropped by next week and found them all at it? Ann shivered at the thought. They’d want me to strip off and join in! My formal initiation into The Family Fuck Club.

She sighed. Then again, haven’t I already been initiated, in a way? First, I had sex with my daughter… oh, I fought it at first, but ended up giving in. God, she’s an incredible lover! If it was just with her, I could see myself maybe going to bed with Laura again, incest or not.

But then Poppy joined us… and my entire bloody world got turned inside out. I actually let my seven-year-old granddaughter go down on me! No point in lying to myself – I’m already halfway to joining this club, whether I intended to or not.

Turning onto her side, Ann studied the two naked bodies, now illuminated by fragments of golden sunlight: the gentle curve of Poppy’s pert little bum, then Laura’s leg, bent enough to expose her shaven mound.

A sudden rush of warmth went through Ann at the sight. The image of Poppy nestled between her legs was still vivid, enough to feel as if it had just happened. She closed her eyes to picture it. Her eyes shining with love, nose buried in my pubes, Poppy’s lovely little tongue working its magic… 

Then there was that kiss she gave me. Ann absently palmed a breast as she remembered the taste of the child’s mouth, the softness of Poppy’s lips. I wouldn’t mind kissing her like that again. 

A twinge of guilt made itself felt as Ann thought about how she’d refused to return the pleasure Poppy had given her. She didn’t perform oral on Gina, her first lesbian partner, out of uncertainty, but she’d repaid Colette’s loving in kind, going down on the woman and discovering she enjoyed it. That was someone she’d only known for days, yet she hadn’t allowed herself to bestow that love on her own granddaughter.

Of course, the fact that Poppy IS my granddaughter, not to mention only seven, is a very good reason not to perform a sexual act on her. And yet… damn it all, I did it with my own daughter! And Laura was absolutely right – I didn’t put up much resistance. 

So, honestly… would it really be that much worse if I chose to love my granddaughter in the same way? 

Glancing down at Poppy again, admiring the child’s nudity. Ann felt a stirring in her loins. It would make her happy. Isn’t that what I’ve always wanted for the girls?

Poppy’s slit was still resting against the top of Ann’s hand. She felt her pulse begin to accelerate as she pressed that hand into the mattress, rotating her wrist slowly so as not to wake the sleeping angel. Finally, Ann’s palm was facing upwards. Poppy had only stirred a bit, then settled down.

Curling her middle finger, Ann felt its tip slide easily into Poppy. She began to move that finger around a bit. Poppy shifted about, responding to her grandmother’s touches in the midst of slumber.

Ann sought out Poppy’s clitoris. It took a moment, but she soon found the tiny button of flesh and began to gently manipulate it, moving her fingertip in tiny circles. I’m doing this, she told herself, amazed by her boldness. I’m really doing it!

Still dozing, the child’s movements grew increasingly restless. Poppy’s lips parted, a whimper emerged. Ann was enthralled by the sight of the little girl in the midst of sexual pleasure. It brought back memories of Coralie and the attraction she felt for Colette’s daughter… the longing she’d never permitted herself to acknowledge. Until now.

That was when Ann knew for certain that she wanted this – to make love to Poppy.

Tucking the other hand between her own legs, Ann began to masturbate, stroking herself and Poppy at the same time. She felt the onset of that slow, intoxicating rise toward climax, but then the child stirred again, This time, she seemed on the verge of waking.

Startled, Ann quickly flattened her hand, keeping it as still as possible beneath the little girl’s body.

Poppy opened her eyes a little, then blinked as she noticed where she was. Seeing her grandmother’s face looking down at hers, she pushed herself into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes as Ann took her arm back.

Stretching herself, Poppy gave her gran an adoring smile. “Morning, Nonna!” she chirped.

Ann put a finger to her lips, pointing to the dozing Laura, and quietly said, “Hello, sweetheart.”

Poppy glanced behind to see her aunt sleeping, then shifted her attention to Ann’s nudity. The sight made her blush a bit. “Er, Nonna? You know the stuff we did last night?”

Deciding the time for reticence had passed, Ann smiled. “I remember, pumpkin.”

“Um… you’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Why would I be angry, little one?” Ann replied, placing a hand on the child’s warm thigh.

“Cause… cause maybe we did things you didn’t really want. Sex things. Mummy says that’s bad to do.”

Ann wrapped both arms around her granddaughter. “No, no – don’t fret, my sweet. You did something very lovely for me. I’m only sorry I didn’t return the favour.”

Poppy gazed up at Ann. “That’s okay, Nonna. I understand. You were scared.”

It amazed Ann that a girl of seven could be so perceptive. She sat back, taking Poppy’s hand between hers. “What about now, then? Would you like me to… to kiss you there?”

Poppy’s eyes lit up. “Really, Nonna? Does that mean you want to – to join the club?”

“Shush. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves just yet. All I’m saying is, I was scared to do it last night, but that wasn’t fair. I should have loved you like you did me… and now I want to. Would you like that?”

“Oh, yes, Nonna – more than anything.”

“Okay, then. Why don’t we swap places? Oh, and let’s be careful not to wake Laura just yet.” Ann crept down to the foot of the bed, then Poppy stretched out where her gran had just been, spreading her legs wide apart.

Reaching out to stroke her granddaughter’s thighs, Ann ran her hands upward until they framed Poppy’s bare slit. She placed a thumb on either side of the sweet pink cleft, then gently spread it open.

The sight was breathtaking. Ann studied the rosy interior of the vagina as if it was a completely new sight to her – which it was, in a way. She had never examined a little girl’s sex this closely, or thought of it as the object of sexual desire. But now it was.

It’s so beautiful, so perfect. I’m going to love doing this.

Taking her hands away, Ann used her index finger to lightly brush the tiny button of Poppy’s clitoris, causing the child to gasp. She used a firmer touch, looking up to see her granddaughter’s body shiver. Poppy’s eyes were wide, and she seemed to be holding her breath.

Placing her finger against the entrance of the seven-year-old’s vagina, Ann slid the tip inside just a little, surprised by how easy it was. She began to move in and out, never going deeper than an inch or so, worried she might injure the girl.

Poppy raised her head. “You can go in more, Nonna,” she urged. “It won’t hurt me.”

Ann hesitated, then did as the child wanted, carefully going deeper until she’d fully penetrated her, right up to the third knuckle. Wondering who in the family had taken Poppy’s virginity, she twisted her finger, amazed at how hot and juicy she was inside. Is that normal for a girl her age? Ann wondered.

A moment later, she withdrew a glistening finger, tentatively bringing it to her mouth. At first she touched the tip of her tongue to the tip, sampling the nectar as if it was the finest wine, but her taste buds cried out for more and she popped the finger into her mouth to savour the rest.

When no more of the child’s essence remained, Ann drew closer, dipping down to apply her mouth to the bare slit, pushing her stiffened tongue between the small, almost hidden labia to enter Poppy’s vagina. Once inside, she breathed deeply of the intimate scent, letting it fill her head. Mixed with the tangy flavour of her granddaughter’s sex, it made Ann giddy, like some strange and wonderful new liquor.

Ann continued her slow and gentle probing until Poppy began to squirm about, clamping a hand over her mouth to muffle whatever sounds she was making.

Oh, my God… I think she’s coming!

It was a strange thing, seeing a girl of seven in the throes of sexual ecstasy, but all that mattered to Ann was pleasing Poppy; returning the same sweet gift the child had given to her.

When Poppy’s ecstatic thrashing made it difficult to continue licking her slit, Ann raised herself up, placing two fingers against the shivering girl’s sex, doing what she could to keep those good feelings going for her granddaughter. Poppy’s eyes were tightly closed, and a high-pitched hum came from beneath her hand as she fought to stay quiet.

Ann felt movement beside her. Glancing to the left, she saw Laura stir. Poppy’s exuberance and the movement of the bed must have roused her.

Opening her eyes, Laura had a blurred glimpse of her niece lying back against a couple of the pillows with a hand over her mouth, with her mother kneeling between Poppy’s feet.

She struggled into a sitting position. “What – what’s going on?” Glancing from one to the other, Laura tried to work out what had awakened her. Her mum’s expression was a strange one, halfway between surprise and embarrassment. As her vision cleared, she looked down at Poppy, quickly recognising the flush of orgasm. It seemed Poppy had just climaxed, but how.

Getting to her knees, Poppy threw both arms around Ann. “Thank you, Nonna,” she murmured. “That was lovely.”

For a moment, Laura was confused. Then the penny dropped. “Mum, did you just…?”

Ann smiled, cradling the nude child to her. “Yes, dear, we did… and it was beautiful.”

Suddenly wide awake, Laura looked from the older woman to the little girl. “Wait, wait. Last night you were having serious doubts about our, our new family arrangement… and now you’re having sex with Poppy? Did she…?”

Shaking her head, Ann replied, “No, Laura, it was my idea. I wanted to return the favour.”

“So… what changed since last night?”

“Let’s just say I gave some more consideration to what we discussed. You were serious… what you said about you, Jess, Rachel and the girls? And you want me to be part of it?”

“Absolutely, Mum! We were talking about getting you involved while you were still on the cruise.”

Ann sighed. “It’s just that I keep asking myself what kind of mother – or grandmother, for that matter – would get herself involved in something like this.”

“A very loving and supportive one,” Laura replied.  “We’re just taking the loving part a bit further.”

“It’s true, Nonna!” chirped Poppy, raising her head from Ann’s breast, looking up to meet her gran’s eyes. “We love each other more than ever!”

“Our family is still the same,” Laura continued, “only we’re closer than before; happier and more fulfilled. You deserve to be part of it. You are a part of it. What happened just now with Poppy… couldn’t it mean that you’ve already made the decision?”

“I…” Ann was at a loss, taken aback by her daughter’s words.

“Listen, Mum,” Laura continued, “once you’d had it off with Gina, then the woman on the cruise… what was her name?”

“Colette,” Ann murmured.

“Colette, that’s it. And it was amazing, you said so yourself. Which means it was only going to be a matter of time before you found yourself looking for another hook-up.”

“Really, Laura!” Ann protested. “You make me sound like a – a fallen woman. I do have concerns other than sex, you know.”

“Of course. But answer me this. You left the cruise two weeks ago. Can you honestly say that you haven’t thought about Colette several times a day since then? How many times have you touched yourself up while picturing yourself with her – or some other attractive woman? Given any thought to ringing up Gina again, maybe taking her out on a real date?” Laura paused. “Because that’s what happens to women, Mum, once they get a taste for the lesbian life.”

Ann sat quietly, trailing her fingers through Poppy’s golden tresses. “You’re right,” she eventually said. “I’m constantly thinking about sex these days… and always, always with women.”

“But that’s good, Nonna!” Poppy declared, still hugging as much of Ann as her little arms could reach, “Sex with women is the best kind of all!”

“You’re right, dearest,” said Ann, pausing to bury a kiss in her grandchild’s hair before meeting Laura’s gaze. “For weeks I’ve been lying to myself, thinking, You’re not queer; no, not you. It’s just an experiment; you’ve tried it out, now go back to your normal life.” She shook her head. “No more. It’s time to admit it… I’m a lesbian.”

“Yay!” cheered Poppy.

“Good for you, Mum,” Laura murmured.

“But we’re talking about more than being gay, aren’t we? This is incest. Making love with members of my own family! You have to understand, Laura… this isn’t an easy line for me to cross.” Catching herself, she added, “What am I saying…? I’ve already crossed it! And now I’m being asked to cross that line again… with the rest of the family!” She centred her attention on Laura. “You’re saying that Jessica… she wants to, to fuck me.”

“Nonna! Language!” Poppy squealed, then burst into giggles. Ann playfully tousled the child’s hair.

“She does, Mum,” said Laura. “I can’t remember who had the idea first, but we both agreed on it. Rachel, too.”

“Fair enough.” Ann looked down at Poppy, still nestled in her arms. “So, little one… do your sisters feel the same way? They want to make love with me?”

Wearing a mischievous grin, the child said, “Yes, they do. And it’s okay for you to say ‘fuck’, Nonna. If that’s what we’re doing, it’s silly not to use the right word for it.”

Making a face, Ann said, “Somehow, I’m more uncomfortable hearing my seven-year-old granddaughter use that word than knowing I just went down on her.” She gave Poppy a squeeze. “You go ahead and say what you want, sweetheart. Your old gran is doing what she can to adjust her ways of thinking.” Looking up at Laura, she said, “I am trying to understand… and I admit to enjoying what we did, last night and just now. But having sex on a regular basis with everyone in the family? It’s – it’s overwhelming. I can’t take it all in at once.”

Laura slowly nodded. “Believe me, I understand. I freaked out when I stumbled in on that orgy Jess, Rachel and all the girls were having. Jess tried her best to explain, but I was too shocked to take it in… so we decided to leave off and turn in for the night. I had no idea what I was going to do the next morning.

“Then later, just around dawn, when I caught Poppy, Katie and Cindy having sex, I… I couldn’t take my eyes off them. It didn’t seem perverse or wrong at all. And before I knew it, the girls had me stripped off, we were making love, and it was so fucking good… Christ, I still don’t have the words to describe it.

“I still wasn’t ready to commit myself, though. Instead, I took some time on my own to think about it all. After a few days, I dropped by to discuss things with Jess… and when she made it clear that she wanted me too, I couldn’t help myself. I had to have her. So we fucked, and it was incredible.

“Then the next morning, when Poppy and Katie came back home from some birthday sleepover, Jess called for them to come upstairs and join us… The two of us were lying there stark naked, and the whole room reeked of pussy. The girls didn’t hesitate, just started stripping off.”

“We were excited!” Poppy told her gran. “Being with Auntie Laura was sooo good the first time. Me and Katie were always talking ‘bout how much we wanted to do sex with her again.”

“And just like that, my last piece of resistance melted away,” said Laura. “I knew then that I had to join in, to be a part of this. And deep down inside, I think you feel the same, Mum.”

Ann stared at her daughter, the realisation that Laura was right pushing aside any argument to the contrary. She knew she wanted to be a part of the family’s incestuous arrangement, but still felt as though she should seek out reasons not to.

“So you really do think I should join this ‘club,’ and have sex with you, Jess, Rachel and all the girls?”

Poppy spoke up. “It’s just like Auntie Laura said, Nonna! You’ve done it with her and me, so you already have joined!”

Ann had to smile. “Well, I suppose I can’t really argue with that logic. For now, at least, I guess I’m in.”

Both Laura and Poppy embraced her. “That’s wonderful, Mum,” Laura murmured. “Now you’ve seen the light, how do you feel about it?”

“Well… last night I held back from making love to Poppy, but I’ve just made up for that.” She smiled at granddaughter. “Wouldn’t you say so, sweetie?”

“You did, Nonna… and it was the best!”

“Thank you, dearest.” Bending down, Ann gave the child a kiss that quickly grew heated.

Laura thrilled to the sight of her mother and her seven-year-old niece swapping tongues. “Mmm, yes,” she whispered, absently cupping her breasts.

As Ann gently broke their kiss, Poppy cooed, “I love you, Nonna.”

“I love you too, baby girl,” Ann replied, then turned to Laura. “There. That’s Poppy sorted. Now, it’s your turn.” She placed a hand on her daughter’s thigh. “Laura, last night you made love to me, but all I did in return was give you an orgasm – and that’s just because I got caught up in the moment.” She drew closer. “Now I’m going to love you for real, dearest daughter… and this time, it’s because I want to.”

Before Laura could fully grasp the significance of her mother’s words, Ann had captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. But the younger woman was quick to respond, meeting and matching her mum’s passion.

Ann slid a hand down Laura’s neck to clasp a breast, giving it a light squeeze before descending further,  slipping between her daughter’s thighs. Laura broke away long enough to moan, “Christ, Mum!” as Ann dipped two fingers into her cunt, then their mouths crushed together once more.

Deploying a technique she’d learned from Colette, Ann wriggled and twisted her fingers about, massaging the walls of Laura’s vagina, occasionally teasing her g-spot.

Before very long, Laura was trembling all over, clearly on the cusp of orgasm… but Ann was determined to bring her daughter off with her mouth, just as she’d done for Poppy.

Breaking their kiss, she pushed her daughter back, rolling on top of Laura for another rough kiss before nuzzling a pathway down to her pussy. The rosy cleft was positively oozing wetness, and the rich, musky smell of it… Ann breathed it in, let the scent fill her head before leaning in to take that first luscious lick.

“Ohhhh… fuck, yes,” Laura breathed, a surge of warmth sweeping through her, a swelling of love that had the dazed lesbian on the verge of tears. By then, she was frantic with the need for release, but Mum refused to be rushed, pleasuring her daughter with a tenderness that slowly cooled Laura’s ardor without diminishing it.

Taking a long, deep breath, Laura made herself relax, allowing ecstasy to approach in its own time, knowing it would be incredible. The orgasm of a lifetime, probably.

As Poppy watched her grandmother loving Auntie Laura, the child began to feel a familiar warmth spread beneath her tummy, an invitation to join the fun. And Nonna’s outthrust bum, with her naughty bits on full display, was practically begging for attention…

Kneeling behind Ann, the child placed both hands on Gran’s big, beautiful bottom, bending down to adorn it with a sprinkling of kisses before carefully spreading the twinned globes apart. Poppy gave an awed sigh at what she saw. Nonna’s cunt is so pretty – like a pink flower! 

She loved to look at pussies up close – each one different, yet somehow the same. Of course, tasting them was even nicer…

Moistening her lips, Poppy drew closer, breathing in the thick scent of arousal as she pressed her lips into the juicy flesh of her gran’s pussy, followed by a probing tongue. She swirled it around a few times, then took a long, slow lick from Nonna’s cunt to the cleft of her anus. Yummy. 

Poppy threw herself into the task, using all the experience she’d acquired over the last few months to make her grandmother feel good. Making love is the best thing ever, she told herself. Makes me feel warm in my tummy, like I just ate a bowl of soup. 

By then, Laura was squirming, her need for release growing steadily. Mum’s languid licks had laid the fire, coaxed it forth, made it smolder. Now she was ready to explode into a roaring, white-hot inferno, but Ann was still holding back, only giving her clitoris the occasional teasing flick.

Opening her eyes, Laura was thrilled to see Poppy kneeling behind Ann, clearly feasting on her gran’s holes and loving it. An instant later, Mum’s lips found her clit, briefly sucking the swollen bud.

That set Laura off. A shockwave jerked her body, a choked cry escaped her throat, then she began to shake, mumbling, “Oh Mum, that’s s-so good, don’t stop, d-don’t you stop, ohhhhh my God, oh yes, YES!”

She went iron-rigid for ten seconds or thereabouts, her body bowed, arse raised up from the bed. With one hissing gasp for breath, Laura slowly collapsed, sinking like a deflating beach ball until she lay spent, her chest rising and falling.

Poppy had not been idle while Auntie Laura was having the good feelings. Now she was rimming her gran, probing Ann’s rosebud with her tongue while working four fingers into the woman’s vagina. If I can get my thumb in there, too…

Quickly arranging her hand in the duck’s bill shape Auntie Rachel had taught her, Poppy pushed a little harder until, with a liquid gulp, Nonna’s cunt swallowed it right up to the wrist.

Ann was placing feather-light kisses on her daughter’s flushed pudenda when Poppy’s hand plunged into her like a massive cock, bigger than anything she’d ever taken. She might have screamed, but the very air had been driven from her lungs. Somehow, she did manage to cover her mouth a few seconds later, just in time to muffle the sounds she made in the midst of a convulsive orgasm, perhaps the most intense Ann had ever known.

Moments later, as the three lovers rested, Ann spoke. “So, then… what happens next?”

Sporting a huge grin, Poppy jumped to her feet. “I know! It’s time to wake the others up!” The nude child raced to the bedroom door, yanked it open and disappeared into the hall, her bare feet pattering on the wooden floor.

Ann was staring at the doorway, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern. Laura stroked her mother’s arm. “Don’t worry, Mum. Just go with it. You’ll have a marvellous time, I promise.”

“I… I’ll do my best, dear,” Ann replied. The sound of Poppy’s excited voice down the corridor made her shiver. Oh, dear… what in heaven’s name have I gotten myself into?

Coming at some point, we swear: Chapter Forty-Three!