Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert 

Below is a list of characters central to the story. The importance of some who are minor characters thus far will increase in later chapters, so they are included here.

Kayleigh Taylor a.k.a. Kayleigh Katz — Cheryl’s mother, age 22 at the beginning of the story. She is a famous porn star and is raising her daughter to accept sex for the wonderful enjoyment it is. She has recently turned 29 at the start of Part Two, which covers several years. It may help if you remember she had Cheryl just after she turned 16.

Cheryl Leanne Taylor — Age 6 at the beginning of the story. She is a sexually precocious girl who is learning her mother’s lessons well. She has turned 10 at the end of Part One. At the beginning of Part Two (through chapter forty), she is 13. Part Two begins a little over three years after the end of Part One.

Jill Hester — Age 27 at the beginning of the story. She is a friend and co-star of Kayleigh’s. She is the first to learn of the special relationship Cheryl and Kayleigh have.

Emmy Taylor — Kayleigh’s younger sister and, therefore, Cheryl’s aunt. She is 16 at the beginning of the story. She is basically an older version of Cheryl as far as having an early love of all things sexual goes. She began having sex with her big sister, Cheryl’s mom Kayleigh, when she was barely seven and Kayleigh was thirteen. She is 23 at the beginning of Part Two, and 25 in the second part of that section (beginning at chapter 41). I will try to keep my readers up-to-date on her age when she surfaces.

Bob Lindsay — Movie director for the production company that Kayleigh works for. He is a peripheral character for the most part early in the story but plays a bigger part in Part Three — “The Young Adult Years.” Bob is in his late 20’s at the beginning of Part One. I will update his age when he re-surfaces in subsequent parts.

Tina Beatty — Age 25 when we meet her. She is Bob’s girlfriend who initially had a problem with Cheryl having sex with adults. She appears only in chapter two of Part One, but she shows up again in Part Three. Again, I will update her age when she shows up in Part Three.

Sandy Beach — She is a newcomer to the production team, a porn actress, whom Cheryl has sex with while Sandy is waiting to do her first scene. Sandy is 18 when we first meet her, although she looks only 14. She does not appear in subsequent parts of the story, or at least there is no plan to bring her in. I will update her age and situation if she does show up.

Deanna Carter — She is Cheryl’s best friend, beginning when Cheryl is nine. Deanna is the same age. They are lovers for the entire series, though any true sense of monogamy is never a part of their relationship.

Elizabeth Carter — Deanna’s older sister. She is 13 when we meet her. She first appears in chapter 4 of Part One. When Part Two begins she is 17 and a junior in high school.

Jessie Carter — She is the mother of Deanna and Elizabeth. She is 32 when we meet her. In Part Two she is 36.

Tera Collins — A production assistant for the production company Kayleigh works for. She is 24 when we meet her. I will update her age when she appears again.

Rick Collins — Tera’s husband and a cameraman for the production company. He is 27 when we meet him. I will update his age when he appears again.

Nikki Collins — Tera and Rick’s five-year-old daughter. Tera, through Kayleigh, gets Cheryl and Deanna to seduce her to see if their daughter is interested in “playing” with her mommy. I will update her age when she appears again.

Ronni Grayson — A woman, age 26, who hires Cheryl to babysit her daughter, Emily, age six. She does not appear again in the story except in reference to her having moved away.

Emily Grayson — A sexually precocious six-year-old that Cheryl babysits. Cheryl discovers that Emily enjoys her family’s little dog, Annie, too, which makes the seduction easy. She, too, does not appear again in the story except for being mentioned.

Randi Barrett — Ronni’s identical twin sister, who has been having sex with her twin since they were little. She does appear in Part Two. I will update her age when she does appear.

Cindy Carmichael — A call girl whom Kayleigh hires to have sex with Cheryl while she (Kayleigh) watches and masturbates. She disappears and a considerable amount of text is given to that disappearance. She is 26 when we first meet her in chapter 17. She disappears at the end of Part One, creating a mystery as to what happened to her.

Jenna Carmichael — Cindy’s daughter, age 7, who is sexually active with her mom. At the start of Part Two, she has turned 10. She becomes a member of Cheryl’s family when her mother, Kayleigh, unofficially adopts her.

Gwen Fremont — In her mid 30’s, she is a stunningly beautiful private investigator who enjoys sex anywhere she can find it, and with whoever wants to share it with her, provided it is consensual… and highly erotic.

Carmen Cashion — A friend of Jenna’s who shows up in Part Two, when Jenna is ten. Carmen is Jenna’s age, though a few months older.

Clare Cashion — Carmen’s rather opportunistic sister who is fourteen when we meet her. She ends up attempting to blackmail Cheryl into being her sex slave. She ends up a lifelong enemy of Cheryl’s.

Mark Craven — One of Kayleigh’s bosses who is instrumental in the disappearance of Cindy.

Marie Perlacci — a girl Cheryl meets in school who ends up being a very interesting girl. She is 13, Cheryl’s age, when we meet her in Part Two. She is of Italian descent and has long black hair she keeps in a ponytail and dark brown eyes.

Sara Perlacci — Marie’s oldest sister, who is 20 when we meet her. She has the same features as Marie, but she wears her hair differently.

Linda Perlacci — the middle girl in Marie’s family. She is sixteen when we meet her, and though a natural brunette, she is always changing the color of her hair. It is blonde with purple and red highlights when we first meet her. She has embraced the “punk” look, complete with numerous piercings, including in her clitoral hood.

Danni Patterson — Cheryl’s English teacher at the private school she attends. She has “dirty blonde,” shoulder-length hair and is 23 when we meet her in Part Two.

Lauren Perlacci — Marie’s mother, she is brunette and 39 at the beginning of Part Two.

Erin Hartley — The eleven-year-old girl Cheryl becomes the “companion” of when Cheryl is fifteen.

Peyton Hartley — Erin’s mother. She is in her early 30’s when we meet her in Part Two. Being straight, she does not actually have sex in the story other than masturbating, though sex with her is discussed by some of the characters.

Pablo Peligro — The man in Colombia who is holding Cindy hostage.

Carlo Sanchez — Pablo’s chauffeur and a friend to Cindy.

Rosalita Bañata — One of Pablo’s housekeepers who has befriended Cindy.

Gabriella Bañata — Rosalita’s nine-year-old daughter whom Cindy longs to make love to.

Sophia and Sonia Gonzalez — Twin sisters, age eight when we meet them, who are purchased by Pablo for his pleasure. Cindy is given the task of “training” the girls, who have already discovered sister-sister sex.

Callie Lindsay — The daughter of Bob Lindsay, the director of most of Kayleigh’s movies. She is eleven and is first seen in Part Three.

Lana Lindsay — Callie’s mother, who was instrumental in Callie’s first seduction by Sandy Beach.

Chandra Jackson — An older African-American lady who works for the production company that Cheryl’s mother, Kayleigh, works for.

Lisa Brown — A girl Cheryl sees at registration day at UCLA and finds herself unbelievably attracted to.

Hannah Garrison — A girl in Cheryl’s child psychology class who befriends Cheryl and ends up inviting Cheryl to her dorm room for some midday fun.

Brenda Carson — Hannah’s roommate who likes to watch as Hannah enjoys sex with girls.

Rachel Brown — Lisa’s younger sister, who is 16, two years younger than Lisa. She is bi.

Donna Brown — Lisa’s mother, who is 41 but looks much younger.

Dr. Phillip Bown — Lisa’s father, an Associate Professor at UCLA.

Amber Murray — A ten-year-old student who is part of a study Cheryl does for a child psychology class at UCLA.

Chelsea Conway — Amber’s best friend, also age ten.

 

(To be continued)

The Two-Family Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

After my night with the call girl, I couldn’t wait until Deanna got home. I wanted to tell her everything about that night and have some fun with her since I knew it would make her horny. I could have told her on the phone, but I wanted to be right there with her to see the look in her eyes when she heard my mom bought me a very pretty woman for a couple of hours.  I was so excited she would get home that day, and I waited for her call.

Therefore, when our house phone rang and it was from Deanna’s house line, I was nearly jumping up and down with joy.

“Hey, girl!” I shouted into the phone.

“Well, it’s not Deanna, but I’m glad you called me ‘girl.’ It makes me feel so young!”

It was Ms. Carter, Deanna’s mom. “Oh, hi,” I said, surprised it was her.

“I know you want to talk to Deanna about getting together for, well, for some fun, but first I want to thank you for getting the three of us together. We had a lot of fun on our vacation, more fun than we’ve ever had before, in fact.” I could hear a smile in her voice. Of course, I knew what she meant. I had more or less seduced her, which had led to her two daughters, Elizabeth and Deanna, joining her in bed, too.

“You’re welcome,” I said. “Besides, it was my pleasure.” I hoped she could hear the smile in my voice as well.

She chuckled at that and said, “Can I speak to your mom for a minute? Then I’ll let you and Deanna talk.”

“Sure,” I said and called my mom to the phone.

“Hi!” Mom said when she took the phone.

She listened for a moment then said, “That sounds great!” I wondered what was being planned. They chatted for a moment more before Mom said good-bye and handed the phone over to me.

“Deanna?!” I said, but her mom was still there.

“She’s on her way,” she told me.

I waited, feeling a bit awkward just standing there in silence. Finally, my best friend in the world was on the line.

“Cheryl!” she squealed into the phone.

“Hey, girl! When you wanna get together?”

“My mom didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“You and your mom are supposed to come over tonight and spend the night!”

“Huh?” I was confused. I looked at Mom and she was grinning.

“Mom! Why didn’t you tell me?” I said.

“I knew Deanna would tell you,” she said.

“When are we going over there?” I asked.

“Hey!” said Deanna on the other end of the phone call. “Remember me?”

“Oh,” I said into the phone. “I was talking to my mom about tonight. Sorry.”

Deanna just laughed. “One conversation at a time!” she said.

“We’re going over in about an hour,” Mom said.

“We’ll be there in an hour!” I said into the phone.

“I know,” Deanna said. Apparently, I was the only one involved without all the details.

“Well, I need to go get ready,” I said. “I can’t wait to lick your pussy!”

“Same here!” Deanna said, and we said our good-byes and hung up.

I ran over to my mom and hugged her, thinking that at some point I needed to give my mom a great orgasm. She and I hadn’t done anything together for a while, unless you count the call girl, but that wasn’t the same since Mom and I never actually touched each other when that happened.

I went upstairs and got ready to go to Deanna’s for the night. Getting ready meant removing all my underclothes and putting on a sun dress. It billowed out from my waist, meaning getting to my pussy would be easier with it on.

Then something occurred to me. “What about Mr. Carter?” I asked my mom. We couldn’t very well have any fun if he were there.

“He’s still in Europe on business. He isn’t flying home until day after tomorrow.”

Great! Mom and I were going over to have an orgy with Deanna, her sister Elizabeth, and her mom. Three girls and two adults. It sounded like more fun than life should ever be, but I was glad my life was that much fun. I looked at my mom and said, “Isn’t lesbian incest great?!” She laughed and agreed that it was indeed spectacular.

On the way over, my mom and I talked about something that had been on my mind lately. “Mom? If I ever have a daughter, how should I go about making sure she is open to having sex with her mom?”

“And her grandmother,” Mom said with a small laugh.

“Okay, but how do I do that?”

“Well, with me it was just opportunity. Do you remember our first time? You were only six. You’ll be ten very soon, and as I recall, it wasn’t much after you turned six that we got started. Soon, we’ll celebrate four wonderful years of an incestuous relationship.”

Wow, I thought. Four years. “Yeah, I remember. I caught you masturbating to one of your movies. But what if she never catches me?”

“You just make sure she does.”

“But with us, it was just a happy coincidence,” I said.

Mom looked at me out of the corner of her eyes.

“It was a coincidence, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“Not exactly.”

“You mean it was a setup?”

Mom nodded.

That was a surprise. “But how did you know I would come in there?”

“Well, honey, it took several tries. I knew if you walked in on me when I was masturbating and watching one of my videos, you’d be curious. I knew if you were curious, you’d want to join in to see what it was all about. That was maybe the third time I had masturbated like that over a two-week span.”

“So you wanted me to catch you like that?”

“Uh-huh. Of course, I didn’t mind trying the other two times. I just wanted you to take part.” Mom smiled at me.

“When you said it was opportunity, it was an opportunity you set up, then.”

“Right.”

“So if I have a daughter one day, I just need to set up an opportunity with her?”

“That’s all you need to do.”

I thought about that for a few minutes, imagining myself as a young woman with a little girl. It was making me wet just to think about it. Then I had another question. “Mommy, how old should my daughter be when I do that? Can I start when she’s younger than six?”

“You can, but you just need to make sure she understands enough not to say anything. That’s why I waited until you were six. I knew then you’d be able to grasp the consequences of telling.”

I nodded. That made sense, but still, I felt it probably could have happened sooner with me, and maybe it could happen sooner with my own daughter as well. I could remember having good feelings “down there” when I was younger than six. It’s possible my own daughter will be just as sexual as I turned out to be.

We were pulling into the driveway at Deanna’s and I knew it was time for some real sex, not just the fantasy I was having about a daughter I didn’t have yet.

We walked up to the door and Mommy rang the bell. At the last second, I decided to do something really bold. I reached down to the hem of my dress and pulled it up enough so that whoever answered the door would be greeted by the sight of my pussy since I wasn’t wearing underwear. I could do it in such a way that the dress would stay in place at the back, so nobody who might be looking would see what I was doing.

Elizabeth opened the door and her eyes bugged out when she saw me standing there with my pussy exposed. I just burst into gales of laughter and entered the house. As soon as the door closed, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around Elizabeth’s neck and planted a wet kiss right on her lips.

“Cheryl, you’re being too rambunctious,” my mom said. “Calm down, please.”

Elizabeth looked at my mom and smiled. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m fine with her being rambunctious if it means I get to play with her pussy first!”

“Nuh-uh!” Deanna called as she entered the room. “She’s my best friend, so I get her first.”

Ms. Carter entered and played peacemaker. “Calm down, both of you. There will be plenty of time for everyone to have all the fun they want to have.”

Ms. Carter turned to my mom and said, ‘Hello, Kayleigh. I’m so glad you both could make it.”

“Me, too,” Mom said, taking Ms. Carter in her arms and kissing her. “I think this will be a night to remember.”

“I know it will be for me,” Ms. Carter said.

I was already horny from my fantasies in the car, so I stripped off the summer dress in about two seconds and removed my sandals. I was completely naked and ready for some hot action.

Deanna squealed and began to remove her shorts and t-shirt while Elizabeth did the same. Soon all three of us girls were naked and we lay down right there on the carpet and started touching each other. I glanced up at Mommy and Ms. Carter, and they were staring at us, probably shocked into silence by how quickly we got down to business.

Soon, the women joined us, shedding their clothes and sitting on the small sofa nearby to watch us.

I attacked Elizabeth’s boobs, using one hand to squeeze her right tit, tweaking the nipple and pinching it, while my mouth began to nibble the flesh around her left nipple. Elizabeth just lay back on the plush carpet and let me devour her breast, cooing at the erotic contact.

Deanna moved to my lower half, using her fingers to coax my clit to show herself from behind the fleshy hood. She would dip her fingers into my honeypot and lubricate my clit for a second before returning for more of my juices. Her fingers explored and penetrated me just enough to arouse me but not enough to really get me going. It occurred to me she was teasing me.

I reached down to Elizabeth’s center and began rubbing her tummy in small circles that gradually expanded until I was making gentle, quick contact with her pussy. I would only drag my hand over the sparse pubic hair, allowing a finger to touch her clit as it passed.

I could tease too.

Elizabeth began to softly gasp as my finger made contact with each circling of her lower tummy and twat. The reactions urged me to do more, but I refrained for the moment, wanting to really get her on edge.

Meanwhile, Deanna had resorted to soft, quick kisses on my clit, keeping her tongue inside her mouth for the moment. I began to hear my own short gasps that were inhaled through my nose because my mouth was busy on Elizabeth’s boob. I had moved to its peak and nibbled the strawberry cap before sucking on it, licking it, kissing it. Basically, I was making love to her titty.

In other words, I was on my way to heaven, as were the other girls on the floor with me. It was just a matter of time before we began to make love to each other in earnest.

I heard my mom speak to Ms. Carter in the middle of this mini-orgy.

“Jessie, I am so happy you invited us over. While I know you wish your husband were home, I hope we are good replacements.”

“Oh, Kayleigh,” Ms. Carter — or Jessie — said. “To be perfectly honest, I’m glad he isn’t home. I’ve been thinking about this for several days now, and a lesbian orgy with our daughters beats any sex with my husband, hands down.”

“Did you enjoy your time with your daughters?”

“Definitely. And I have your daughter to thank for that.”

“I’m sure you will be able to thank her in a way she will enjoy very much before this party is over,” Mommy said, chuckling.

They were quiet and I glanced at them. They were in a deep kiss, their tongues swirling in a sensuous massage of the other’s tongue. Their hands were already beginning to explore the other’s body. Mommy’s hand was squeezing Ms. Carter’s ass while allowing a finger to reach between her ass crack to play with her butthole. Ms. Carter had one hand on Mommy’s boob, squeezing it and tweaking her nipple.

I returned my attention to what I was doing to Elizabeth as well as what Deanna was doing to me. Her fingers’ exploration of my pussy and clit had become more focused and intense. She had one finger diving in and out of my vagina while the thumb of her other hand was starting to strum my clit. I heard a soft squeal and realized it was me. What Deanna was doing to me really had my juices flowing. My entire pussy was reaching a full boil.

I had stopped circling with my hand. Now, I was rubbing Elizabeth’s slit with my index finger, up and down. I would run my finger up to her clit, press it, and then move down to her vagina, where I would scoop up some of her nectar before continuing down to her butthole, which I would smear with her fluids of desire before returning to her clit.

I knew she would love this. It was one of my favorite masturbation techniques, and I had generally found that what felt good to me felt good to other girls.  Mmm… such a great lesbian lover at the age of nine. Of course, I was very close to ten, and the four years of experience with my mom, her friends, and my friends had taught me a lot about giving and getting good sex. I already couldn’t wait until my eighteenth birthday. I planned to make my first legal porno on that day. I could imagine no better way to make a living.

Elizabeth was starting to do more than just gasp a little. She was beginning to squeal and moan with the pleasure I was giving her. She wasn’t close yet, but I could tell she would be soon. That was my signal to change things up a bit. I looked down at Deanna, who was still fingering me and basically making my life wonderful at that moment.

“Deanna, move to where Elizabeth can get to your pussy.”

“I want to get you off!” she said, not realizing I wasn’t about to let her stop making love to my cunt.

“You will, but I want you to get off too, and I want to watch your sister get you there. Just move to where she can get to you.”

Deanna shifted around so that her sister could lick and touch her pretty, still hairless pussy. It looked a lot like mine, in fact.

Elizabeth immediately began to make love to Deanna’s twat, running her tongue along the slit to bathe it in her delicious juices. She did this several times to spread the moisture around before clamping her mouth onto the soft flesh of her little sister’s cunt. A grunting moan seemed to force its way out of Deanna’s lungs as she felt her sister’s tongue and mouth devouring her most sensitive area.

I glanced up at Mom and Jessie again. Jessie was lying on her tummy, licking my mommy’s pussy, concentrating on her clit. It amused me that the two mothers got down to business faster than their daughters did. Adults usually moved more slowly than us young girls, savoring the moment. Obviously, that wasn’t the case today when it came to my mom and Jessie Carter. Apparently, Jessie had wanted to do this for a while and was hurrying things along.

I had been teasing Elizabeth, but now I realized I was nearly starving for her pussy. My mouth was actually watering for it. I moved down her body, kissing a short pathway to her navel, where I fucked it with my tongue before continuing to the object of my warmest desires — her pussy.

I covered her slit with my mouth, feeling the sparse hair tickle my nose and cheeks, just as Deanna renewed her welcome assault of my own gash.

Soon, our moans, sharp gasps, squeals, and grunts filled the room with erotic sound. I took a second to glance at my mom and Ms. Carter. They had moved into a lovely sixty-nine so each of them could have their fill of the other’s pussy and the juices that kept filling that most sensitive area. I couldn’t tell whose moans were loudest, but the mothers’ could definitely be heard.

Elizabeth was the first to come, followed by me. I trembled and spasmed as the orgasm coursed through me like violent waves flowing out and in and out again, like the waves of a puddle when a rock is thrown into its center. Deanna was definitely improving her own abilities as a lover, too.

Once I began to calm down a bit, Deanna’s rockets fired. She humped her sister’s mouth with quick, short movements of her girlish hips, as she grunted spasmodically with the rhythm of her climax.

While my best friend was in the middle of her orgasm, Mommy started to come, followed almost immediately by Jessie. The sounds that exploded from them seemed to echo off the walls of the room. Their bodies shifted into a private dance of erotic thrills while they came. They wriggled with the force of the feelings that consumed them, continuing for nearly a full minute before they began to calm down and ride the ends of their orgasms.

We all lay where we were for the moment, catching our breath after the volcanic eruptions that had left us limp with satisfaction. We weren’t through with our lovemaking by any means, but we were certainly in need of a moment to collect ourselves.

“Holy fuck,” Elizabeth said.

“I’m still getting used to that kind of language coming out of what used to be my innocent little girl,” Jessie said.

“Mom, I’m not innocent anymore, but you’ll be happy to know I am fully aware of when I shouldn’t say words like that.”

“Good. Because your grandmother would faint.”

We all laughed at that. This was true. I’d met Deanna and Elizabeth’s grandmother, and she was a very proper woman. While she probably had said a few cuss words in her lifetime, I was fairly certain that “fuck” wasn’t part of her everyday vocabulary.

“I’ve made homemade pizza if anyone wants any,” Jessie said.

We girls squealed with delight and hunger.

“I think the girls at least are in favor of that,” Mommy said.

We adjourned to the kitchen to cook the pizza and eat it, washing it down with diet sodas for us daughters and beer for the moms. I told everyone the story of Cindy’s visit, and the Carter’s were sufficiently jealous, especially Deanna, who looked as though her eyes would pop out of their sockets. It was the look I had hoped for, and it made me smile.

Finishing our meal, we went upstairs to Mr. and Mrs. Carter’s bedroom, which had a king-sized bed.

Sprawling on it, we all made love to each other, using our mouths, hands, feet — you name it — on the bodies nearest each of us. It was a free-for-all, and I loved it. By the time each of us had come several times, we had each had intimate contact with each of the others on the bed.

Finally, the moms told us girls to get ready for bed. Elizabeth, Deanna, and I showered together and went to bed in Deanna’s room, sleeping naked, of course.

In the middle of the night, I awoke feeling horny then realized why. Deanna was at my pussy, licking away. We got into a sixty-nine, which woke Elizabeth up. Soon we were totally involved in bringing each other off, which we did, of course.

After that, we all fell asleep again and didn’t wake until mid-morning.

It was one of the best sleepovers I ever had, probably because both moms were there taking part in it as well.

Mom and I got ready and left for home, not wanting to overstay our welcome, as Mommy put it. Me? I was all in favor of overstaying. It sounded like fun to me. Mom, however, won the argument, which wasn’t much of an argument really, just me whining that I wanted to stay and “play” a while longer.

When we got home, a note was tacked to our front door. It read, “Kayleigh, I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be charging you again if you want to call me.” It was signed “Cindy” and a phone number was at the bottom of the note.

“Well, well,” Mommy said. “You must have made quite an impression.”

“Do you think she’ll bring her daughter over to play, too?” I asked, anxious to have fun with the girl, who was a few years younger than me.

“Probably,” Mommy said. “We can certainly ask.”

And with that, we went inside and Mommy made the call to let Cindy know we got her note. We didn’t invite her over yet, but the conversation ended with a promise to call again sometime. Cindy told Mom that she was always off on Sundays and Wednesdays, so those days would be best. She also told my mom that bringing her daughter, Jenna, was definitely in the plans.

I, for one, couldn’t wait!

Continue on to Chapter 19

Mom Buys Me a Special Present

By Cheryl Taggert 

Just a quick note for those who may have read the most recent chapter before continuing here — after reading the first sixteen when it was first published. Please remember that this novel is being told as a flashback of sorts. “Cheryl” is telling about her life as she remembers it to be. Of course, it is all fiction, but this will explain how a nine-year-old often speaks in the narrative portions of the story like an adult. It’s because she is when she is remembering this story.

When I arrived home from our little orgy, I went straight to mom and explained everything, including how they pretty well guessed that she and I were lovers. She wasn’t angry, but she didn’t like someone having something on her, even if they were doing the exact same thing. Still, she understood and called them to make arrangements for an orgy that included Ronni and Randi, not to mention little Emily. At least that way everyone would pretty well have everyone on the hook, as it were, to ensure silence among the group.

When I went to bed I was exhausted, and Aunt Emmy slept with Mom that night. I couldn’t hear them, but I know they had a lot of fun together because the next morning, they both were sore.

Things went as usual the next few days. The usual was mostly me being lazy and doing nothing all day. Deanna was out of town, so there was nobody to hang around with unless I wanted to call some friend I barely knew who would probably want to play with Barbies. Mom took me to work a couple of times, and that was fun, but I was even getting bored with that.

Mom must have noticed my weird mood since she tried to talk about it on the way home.

“Missing Deanna?” she asked, obviously trying to start a conversation about it.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, I’ve noticed you being kind of glum lately, that’s all. I’d think you were on your period, but you’re only nine.”

“I guess I’m just kinda bored,” I said, hoping that would end it. The truth was I was not sure what was wrong, but I recognized that something was just not right with me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk about it, which meant I definitely did but wasn’t sure how to go about it.

“Bored?” Mom asked. “With all those people wanting to have various forms of sex with you at my work?”

“Yeah, but it’s always the same people,” I said.

“Ahh… you need a new conquest, then.”

“Huh?”

“You want someone new. Someone fresh. You’re getting bored doing the same things with the same people, am I right?”

“I guess,” I said, shrugging and looking out the window at nothing.

“Okay,” she said and thought for a while as she drove. “Young or old?”

“Huh?” I wasn’t following her question.

“Young or old? Do you want someone young or someone old, as in an adult?”

“What does it matter? I’m not going to be able to just order someone. It’s not like calling up a pizza place and ordering a pizza.”

“Weelll… maybe, maybe not.”

I looked at my mom, wondering what she was up to. “What? You’re saying I can order someone over the phone?”

“Men do it all the time. It’s why their called ‘call girls,’ sweetie.”

“You’re gonna call up some prostitute and have her come over?” This was insane. Most of the prostitutes I saw in the city appeared to be in their forties or older and looked like they’d been ridden hard and put up wet, which was an expression I’d learned recently while horseback riding. Anyway, hookers hung out on street corners. They didn’t set up meetings over the phone. I wasn’t interested.

My mom, not knowing my thoughts, answered my question cheerfully, “Sure. Why not?”

I described what I’d seen on street corners, ending with, “Besides, I’m only nine. It’s not like I’m legal.”

“First, the ones who do it by phone are much more expensive…and a lot better looking. And it’s illegal no matter how old the person ordering the sex is. We just have to be careful about who we call. Believe me, if the money’s right, the pussy’s tight.”

I had to laugh at that. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Honey, how do you think I got into this porn business anyway?”

It was then that a lot of questions I never knew I had were answered. My mom had never explained to me how she got into a business where she fucked men and women in front of a camera for money. Good money, in fact. She was actually a star in the business. She was bigger than just about anyone ever had been. I never really thought about it, but we were not hurting for money. I had just taken it all for granted, I suppose. I had never once wondered how my mom got her start. That she was famous in her field was just something that had always been as far as I was concerned.

I decided to pursue this information. “You were a prostitute?”

“Well, a call girl, yes. I never hung out on street corners hoping the next Ted Bundy didn’t pick me up. I was one of those high-priced girls. Sweetheart, I could name some famous people I’ve been with. Politicians, rock stars, movie stars.”

My mom had been in bed with famous people?! “Who?” I demanded, needing her to tell me just one, at least.

“I’ll tell you a few, but you have to SWEAR you will never tell another living soul. Emmy doesn’t even know who.”

“I swear! Just tell me! Who?”

She named a well-known national politician and one of my favorite rock stars. My jaw may have come unhinged. I had studied the politician in school and he was always talking about family values and all the immorality in America. What a hypocrite!

But the rock star really got my interest.

“HIM?!” I said, referring to the rock star. You went to bed with HIM?!” I was so jealous of my mom right then. (I’m bi, remember?)

“Yes, him. And others. The thing is, though, that I know who I can call and get you a premium piece of ass. If you want it,” she concluded.

“And they wouldn’t, like, turn you in for getting a woman for your nine-year-old daughter to have sex with?”

“It’s been done before.” She turned and looked at me, and I knew by the way she looked that she had done that. Someone had ordered a call girl for a child and she’d been the one the child got.

“You mean… you? You were sent out as a call girl to have sex with a kid?”

Mom nodded, a smile playing on her lips. It seemed as if she were remembering it fondly.

“Anyone I know?” I asked.

“Not anyone you know personally.”

“Who was he?” I asked.

“Don’t you mean, who was she?”

“She? It was a girl? A famous girl?”

Again, the nod and wistful look.

“Please say who. Please?”

She named a young actress who was now an older girl, of course, but who had started out as a little girl in the acting business. I had an enormous crush on this girl and would drool watching her old movies when she was a young girl. Hell, I’d drool watching her more recent ones, too.

“So you’re telling me that you could make a phone call, and a beautiful young woman would come to our house and have sex with me?”

“Yep.”

Then I asked a question I don’t think I had ever asked my mom before. “How much would this cost you?”

She laughed. “Don’t worry about that, honey. I wouldn’t offer if I couldn’t afford it.”

“Are there any redheads?” I was becoming obsessed with redheads lately, perhaps because true ones are such a small percentage of the population.

Mom laughed again. “I don’t know. I’d have to ask, but I’m sure you’d be happy with whoever showed up.”

“And she’d do whatever I told her to do to me? And she’d let me do whatever I want to her?” I was beginning to really like this idea.

“Yes and yes.”

Then another thought occurred to me. “What about diseases?”

“These people I’m thinking of are guaranteed disease free. They get checked every week.”

That sounded a lot like the porn business.

“You sure you don’t mind paying for this?” I asked.

“I don’t mind. As long as I get to watch.”

I smiled. This sounded a lot like an adventure. “Okay, call.”

This was before cell phones, so my mom made the call when we got home.

“We aren’t going to make this anything even closely resembling a habit, but I thought you might like to have this experience at least once in your life,” she said while she waited for the call to connect.

Then someone answered on the other end.

“Hi, Zelda!” She apparently knew the person who answered. “It’s Kayleigh Katz,” she said, using her industry name. She listened for a moment. “Yeah, I know. It’s been too long. Listen, I need a girl….no, not for me, silly! I get plenty at work. It’s for someone else.” She listened some more. “Well, do you remember that time I told you about the young girl, the actress?” Another pause. “That’s the one. I need someone whose interests lie in that direction, if you get what I mean.” Zelda was saying something. I could hear the voice but not the words. “Yeah, like that,” Mom said and paused, listening to Zelda. “As a matter of fact, it is for her,” she said to Zelda and glanced over at me with a smile. “Hey, she inherited my libido! What can I say?” I could tell Zelda was laughing as she replied to my mom’s comment about me. “No offense, but you’re way past fifty and she wants someone nearer her own age,” Mom said, laughing back. Apparently, this Zelda, who was much older, offered to take care of me herself. Zelda said something else and Mom added, “She’d love a redhead if you have one, but it has to be natural, no dye-jobs or wigs. In fact, she wants all natural. No boob jobs either.” Another pause while Zelda did something and then spoke. Mom replied, “Yeah, shaved is fine, even waxed.” Mom looked at me for approval with that part. I smiled and nodded. I was having a hard time believing this was even happening. My mom was getting me a high-priced call girl! “Okay,” Mom said several times, with a brief pause between each one while Zelda said something. Then she gave Zelda our address, said good-bye, and hung up.

“She’ll be over in an hour,” she said.

I was too surprised to speak.

********

The doorbell rang an hour later, almost to the minute. Mom went to the door and let the girl in.

I nearly fainted. Standing in the foyer was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Her long, bright red hair hung down her back. She wore small diamond stud earrings and a tiny diamond stud sat along the side of her slender nose where she was pierced. I had always wanted a nose piercing like that, nothing elaborate, just something to sparkle along the side of one nostril. Her full lips, delicately painted with a subdued red lipstick, were spread in a wide smile that warmed me in all the right places, and her perfectly capped teeth, outlined by the pale red lips, shone so white they dazzled. She wore a short, spaghetti-strap V-neck sequin dress that showed her lovely back off with the crossed straps that I was dying to slowly remove to watch her breasts come into view. Her shoes were simple, black gladiators. She looked to be in her early twenties, if that.

I was instantly in love.

She smiled at me before looking at my mom.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here,” she said. “My name’s Cindy.” She had a Southern drawl that was only mildly pronounced, as if she’d worked to either eliminate it or refine it. It didn’t matter which. I thought it sounded like a Mozart minuet.

“I’m Kayleigh,” my mother said, “and this is my daughter, Cheryl.”

“Hi, Cheryl. Are you the one I’m here for?”

I didn’t speak. I just nodded as I gazed at this vision. Believe me, I see many beautiful women, but this girl was something else. She was not too tall, which may be why she wasn’t a model, only about 5′ 6″. At that time I was about 4′ 10″, so she wasn’t towering over me the way a really tall woman would.

Cindy giggled and walked up to me. Taking me in her arms, she hugged me, holding me to her tenderly. I felt the swell of her breasts as they pressed into me. I found myself thinking of removing her clothes again and felt my pussy twitch.

I caught a whiff of her perfume and recognized it. It was one of my mom’s favorites, Tom Ford Fleur de Portofino, a very expensive perfume. It started around $230 a bottle, and that was for 50 ml, a little over 1.5 ounces. My mom swore she’d hang me if I ever borrowed any when I was little and liked to play “dress up.”

Cindy turned now to my mother. “Ms. Katz, I am so happy to meet you! I hope you don’t mind a gushing fan, but I’ve seen so many of your movies! Some days, I’ll pop one in and spend the next few hours bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm.” She looked at me again. “Honey, don’t believe everything you hear about us girls in the sex trade. We like a good come as much as the next person. To be honest, I rarely come with a man, but with a woman–Hoo-Wee! And with a little one like you, I may end up melting!”

I laughed at that, well chuckled really. I didn’t want to laugh too hard for fear of insulting her or, more likely, embarrassing myself.

Mom spoke up, “I don’t mind gushing at all. I am flattered you would watch me so often.” Then she changed the subject. “Shall we move to the den? I think we’ll be much more comfortable in there.”

Mom led the way and Cindy took my hand as we followed.

“Have you ever done anything? You know, sexually?”

“Yeah.” It was all I could think of to say. I was still amazed at how beautiful Cindy was. I kept thinking, I’m going to have sex with this woman in a few minutes.

We had arrived in the den, and Mom sat in a chair that faced the sofa. We had thrown a coverlet over it to protect the fabric from the juices that would naturally be oozing from our pussies soon. Mom had also placed a small towel on the seat of the chair she sat in.

Indicating the sofa, Mom said, “Won’t you sit here with my daughter?” and we sat.

I could feel Cindy’s eyes on me. I glanced her way and blushed.

“What kind of things have you done?” she asked. For a moment, I thought she was talking to Mom, but of course she was talking to me.

“What kind of things…?” I said, at a loss as to how I should reply.

“Yeah, hon, I mean, have you masturbated? Do you come? Have you ever made love with someone else?”

“She’s masturbated, but she’s never been with a woman before.” It was Mom who said it, and I immediately understood a few things. First, that I was to pretend I was inexperienced in lesbian sex; second, that Mom didn’t want Cindy to know the intimate details of our lives; and third, that this was as much for Mom as it was for me. She was implementing a scenario, a live performance. It would be like a movie, but without the cameras.

Still, Mom’s sudden response surprised me. I don’t know if Cindy recognized that it did, but it did.

I went along with what Mom wanted. She was paying for this, after all.

“Yeah, I’ve come a lot masturbating, but I haven’t had real sex with anyone,” I said. Then I boldly added, “Except for my Pooh Bear.”

Cindy laughed at this remark, as I hoped she would, and I just sat there and listened to the music of her laughter, which caused my heartbeat to speed up a bit.

“Oh, you are a dear!” she said, putting her arm around me and pulling me closer.

“What about you?” I asked. She burst out laughing at that until I realized she was misunderstanding my question. “No, I mean, have you ever had sex with a girl my age before?”

“Oh.” She got control of herself before continuing. “How old are you, dear?”

“I’m nine, but I’ll be ten in two weeks.”

“Well, I’ll be honest,” she said, glancing at my mom. “I have a daughter who’s seven. We’ve, well, we’ve done quite a bit together.”

I blurted out my response before I could think. “You should have brought her.”

Cindy and Mom both laughed at that, with Cindy saying, “My, my, you are the bold one, aren’t you?”

After they stopped laughing, Cindy asked my mom, “Have you ever watched her masturbating or let her watch you?”

Of course, that was how my mom and I got started in the first place, but Mom didn’t mention that. She just said, “Yes, we’ve watched each other.”

“So,” Cindy said, “what do you want to do?”

“Can I undress you first?”

“Honey, you can do whatever your heart desires. I’m yours for the next two hours.”

Two hours? I had not known Mom had agreed to pay for that long. My mouth began to water.

As I reached over to ease the straps off her lovely shoulders, I saw Mom out of the corner of my eye starting to take off her own clothes.

“Are you going to join us?” Cindy asked.

“No, I’m just going to watch,” said Mom, and Cindy got the idea right away.

Cindy turned to me and said, “See what I mean? Just cause we’re in the sex business doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy it when the opportunity comes along sometimes.”

The top of her dress was now a puddle in her lap as I gazed at her boobs. They were perfect. Not too big and not too small, though I prefer small breasts. But Cindy’s breasts were just right for her.

Remembering that I was supposed to be a virgin at this, I looked at Cindy and said, “If I don’t do it right, will you tell me? Teach me?”

“Sure, honey. I’ll make sure you do it right.”

Her eyes had drooped to half-lid status. This woman was either very turned on or a very good actress. It occurred to me that if she were acting, she should look into doing porn.

I slowly moved up to her mouth and tentatively kissed her, snaking my tongue into her mouth and seeking her tongue to make oral love to. She responded with a deep sigh and soon we were making out like a couple of horny teenagers.

My hand stole to her chest and began to play with her boobs. I realized I could feign ignorance on how to do that, but I felt that would be taking it too far.

I pinched her nipples and she said, “Yes, pinch them.” I pinched and even twisted them a bit. She seemed to enjoy that, so I continued doing it.

Finally, I brought my mouth to her chest and began to suckle like a baby at her mother’s breast. I tried nibbling some, and she liked that too.

I began to wonder if she were one of those people who like to feel pain. I knew about them, of course. Masochists. Most nine-year-olds were probably totally ignorant such people existed, but because of my mom, I knew full well what they were.

Cindy lay back and let me devour her titties. I glanced over at my mom at one point, and she was massaging her own boobs, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. I could tell she was getting rather worked up watching me with Cindy.

I sat back and peeled my own shirt off. I had no boobs to speak of, but Cindy reached out and softly played with my nipples, which stiffened at the contact.

I moved down to pull Cindy’s dress all the way off. I tugged it until it was at her knees and then slid it down her legs and off. Her panties and shoes were all that remained on her, so I tugged my pants off, leaving me naked except for my panties, which had the Little Mermaid on them.

“Ooh, my Jenna has panties like that. They’re so cute.”

Her voice was huskier now. A deeper resonance had been added by the lust she was obviously feeling. I reached out and touched her pussy through her panties, which were silk, and obviously very expensive. I carefully pulled them down and off.

Cindy’s pussy was waxed except for a small line of flaming red hair that extended upward from the top of her slit. I knew it was called a “landing strip,” and I intended to land my mouth on her slit very soon.

Shedding my own panties, I looked at Cindy and saw she was admiring my smooth mound. In fact, she looked hungry. I, myself, felt ravenous.

I leaned over her middle and could smell the lovely scent of her juices that were bubbling to the surface. Reaching out, I put a finger on her slit and felt the slick moisture gathering there. She was soaked. I quickly reached down and removed her gladiators.

By now, Mom was also naked, which made three of us. Her hands had begun their exploration of her body, moving down and up, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, then diving down to caress her inner thighs and sweep across her mound to leave a brief contact of pleasure there before rising once more to her boobs.

I recognized this movement as the beginnings of her self-induced lust. She would often begin masturbation sessions in this way. It was my experience that she would come at least a half dozen times before slowing down, once the orgasms began to mount inside her.

I stood back and looked at Cindy, admiring her flawless body, the swelling breasts, the stiff nipples, the smooth skin of her midsection, the warm mound that rose from her hips to place her clit in easy reach. Her legs had the look of a runner’s legs, slender yet muscular.

I reached for Cindy and pushed gently to urge her onto her back. Then I climbed on top to her, my head at her center and my pussy poised above mouth.

“You sure you’ve never done this?” she asked.

“I’ve seen a lot of porn,” I answered, paving the way for me to at least seem to know some of the mechanics of what we were about to do. Like a novice, though, I repeated to her, “Tell me if I’m not doing it right.”

“Oh, honey, so far you’ve been perfect!”

I lowered my pussy to her lips, and she greedily accepted it, covering my mound with her mouth. I could feel her tongue whip-sawing across my labia, thrashing across my clit and bathing it in a combination of her saliva and my juices.

She stopped for a second. “You taste lovely,” she said before returning to the fountain.

I placed my lips on her pussy and kissed her there. Then I was teasing her clit with my tongue, gently pressing against it and releasing the pressure, holding the contact just long enough before moving back, creating a rhythm while I slurped her copious fluids into my mouth and down my throat.

Soon she was squirming against my mouth, pressing her mound to my lips to meet the pressure from my tongue. It was a wild dance that built like soft music builds to a crescendo. Her lungs were heaving air and sucking it back in through her nose as the orgasm approached.

I could hear Mom in her chair, her palm slapping her pussy as her fingers plunged in and out. Slick, squishy noises accompanied her rise to a climax, or at least what I knew would be the first of several. Then again, maybe she’d come several times already. I had been rather occupied with making love to Cindy. I remember thinking how lucky Cindy’s daughter Jenna was to be able to have this delicious cunt to feast on whenever the opportunity arose.

Then I could feel the orgasm rising in me as well. It was possible Cindy and I would reach our first peaks at the same time. Maybe even Mom would do the same.

I didn’t care, really. I just knew I wanted to come in Cindy’s mouth and let her come in mine. I felt the pressure of my orgasm building, knowing that the final climb to coming would rise quickly, taking me almost by surprise.

And then I was there. Groans and gasps escaped me as I rode Cindy’s mouth to bliss. Within seconds of my own climax starting, Cindy’s did. She bucked and heaved, groaning into my pussy while she brought me off.

We each lasted at least half a minute and finally, I heard my mom coming. She squealed with the delightful pleasure of her orgasm.

None of us stopped there. Cindy and I continued licking each other while Mom continued her masturbation. I thought of switching to tribbing with Cindy, but felt that might suggest more experience than I should have. I heard my mom come at least three more times, maybe more. I came twice more, and Cindy at least three as well.

Then we lay back, exhausted and satisfied.

“I’ll ask again. Are you sure you’ve never done this before because if you haven’t, you, my love, are a natural.”

I glanced at Mom. Her look said to keep the story going, even if Cindy didn’t believe me.

“Never,” I said.

“Well, fuck, girl. You are without a doubt the best first-timer I’ve ever had, and I’ve had quite a few, even young ones like yourself. You beat ’em all.”

“Thank you,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

We all got dressed, and Cindy and my mom took care of the payment. I was shocked to see my mother give Cindy a short stack of one-hundred-dollar bills.

After Cindy left, I asked Mom how much she’d given Cindy.

“Two-thousand.”

“That much?”

“Well, she’s only due fifteen hundred, but I tipped her the rest. Of that fifteen hundred, she will only get a hundred fifty. The management gets ninety percent.”

“That’s not right!” I said, angry that she was doing all the work and the others would get the vast majority of the money.

“That’s how it works, baby. Always has and always will.”

“So she won’t tell them about the five hundred dollar tip?”

“Nope.”

“Could you get her on in a movie?” I asked.

“If that’s what she wanted, she would already have it,” Mom said, and I dropped it. It was making me angry and I wanted to enjoy the feelings that lovely lady had provided me.

Still, it made me sad to know that unless my mom overpaid her, she’d have gotten only ten percent of the money.

When I awoke the next day, Mom reminded me that Deanna would be getting home that afternoon.

I don’t believe I ever looked forward to something as much as I did her homecoming. I had missed her more than I thought, I guess. So much had happened and I couldn’t wait to tell her all about it, not to mention hearing how her own vacation went–with her mom and sister, especially.

Continue on to Chapter 18

By Cheryl Taggert

The next morning, the three of us slept in and made love when we awoke. I had been awakened by the two sisters in a hot sixty-nine that night, and later Becky went down on me, which woke me up again, so sleeping in was a good thing.

But I had a plan that had materialized in the night. It involved a seduction. I knew that Laura, Anne and Becky’s mother, had sex with Anne twice when Anne was ten.

Now I was nine, thanks to the wish on a star that had come true, and I felt certain that I could get Laura interested in me… and perhaps even her daughters.

While Anne drove home, I confessed my plan to the sisters. At first Anne was against the idea, but Becky was all for it, and we managed to talk Anne into at least allowing me to try. After all, I wasn’t your usual nine-year-old. I was a nine-year-old with the mind of a twenty-one year old. I knew of Laura’s past excursion into sex with her young daughter, so I was aware that the interest would be there. And being twenty-one provided a certain level of understanding of situations and how to manipulate them to my advantage, especially since I didn’t look twenty-one.

When we arrived at their house. I was happy to find that Laura was home alone. It was Sunday and Mr. Thompson was going to be gone playing golf all day. That suited me fine!

Anne introduced me. “Mom, this is Carol,” she said, using the name I had tried to give Becky the day before. “She’s a friend of Becky’s we saw on the way home and picked up. Is it okay if she spends some time here playing?”

“Hi, Carol. Does your mom know you’re here?”

“Yes ma’am,” I answered. “I was just out for a walk with my mom when Anne and Becky drove by. They stopped and, well, here I am.”

Laura smiled at me. I thought it was a sexy, seductive smile, but it may have been wishful thinking.

“Mom? Is it okay if I go to the store and get some munchies for us? We’re thinking of playing some games.”

“Sure,” Laura said. “You going alone or are you taking company?” she asked, indicating Becky and me.

“Alone,” she said, and Becky interrupted her, as we’d planned.

“But I wanna go with you to the store!” she said.

“Okay, you can come, I guess,” Anne said.

“Is it okay if I stay here and get to know your mom?” I asked, being as nonchalant as possible.

“I guess,” Becky said, “if it’s okay with my mom.”

I looked at Laura and smiled. “Would that be okay?” I asked.

Laura looked nervous, as if she weren’t sure she wanted to be alone with me. Was it because she doesn’t trust herself with me? I wondered.

“Well, I suppose so,” Laura answered, and the plan was fully in motion.

I smiled the naughtiest smile I could muster at her, and she reddened, as if I’d been able to read her mind.

“We’ll be back soon,” Anne said, and she and Becky left.

I was alone with Laura. I admired her tan and decided I could start there.

“You have a wonderful tan, Ms. Thompson. Do you go to a salon or lie outside?”

“I lie outside in our back yard,” she said.

“I like to sunbathe with no clothes on,” I told her. “I told my mom I like the freedom of being naked outside. Do you ever do that?”

Laura was a bit shocked at my sudden revelation. Her eyes were wide and she stammered out a reply. “Uh, well, sometimes.”

“I told Becky about how I like to do that, and she wants to do that too. She wants to do it today if that’s okay with you. I mean, we’re just naked. It’s not like we’re kissing or anything.”

Again, Laura seemed at a loss for words.

“Would it be okay if we sunbathe nude?” I asked, all Little Miss Innocent.

“I suppose so,” she said.

“Great!” I said then started to pull Becky’s shorts off before stopping. “Oh, is it okay if I go ahead and get naked?”

Staring at me, she just nodded. I could see her breathing was a bit faster than it had been when I first entered her home.

Grinning, I pulled the shorts and panties down in one movement before lifting the hem of the t-shirt to remove it. Kicking off the sandals, I now stood in front of Laura, totally naked. I spread my arms and legs as if to say, “Ta-Dah!”

She was staring at my pussy. I knew she was getting turned on. Had I not known of her experiences with Anne, of course, I would never have done anything like this, but that knowledge pushed me forward, making me bolder than I’d ever been before.

I stepped over to where Laura was sitting and sat beside her, leaning against the arm of the small sofa and spreading my legs by tucking one leg beneath me and sticking the other one out more or less straight.

Then I began to touch myself. Not out-and-out masturbation, but close enough. I was just petting it, spreading the labia and enjoying the feelings, not to mention the power I was now feeling over this adult woman. I was obviously pleasuring myself right in front of her, as if I were doing nothing more than crocheting something.

For a moment, Laura just stared at me and what I was doing.

“Um… honey?” she croaked. Her throat was evidently very dry.

I looked up at her and grinned. “Yes, ma’am?”

“What… uh… what are you doing?”

“You mean this?” I asked, indicating my hand at my pussy.

“Yes.”

“Well, it feels good when I do this. I do it a lot really. Sometimes it will feel so good I want to scream. I don’t know why it feels so good, but it does. Do you ever do this and it feels really good?”

She avoided my question, although I knew the answer. Instead, she asked, “Does your mom know you like to do that?”

Because I wasn’t really who she thought I was, I could tell any lie I wanted to, so I said, “Sure. Sometimes she joins in and we do it together. She said it feels good because I have a secret treasure in there and rubbing it makes it feel good.”

By this time, I was doing more than just petting myself. I was definitely masturbating now. Openly pleasuring myself in front of my best friend’s mother. It made me feel sexy and naughty at the same time.

In other words, I loved it.

“Your mom,” she started before pausing. Then she continued. “Your mom does this with you?”

“Yeah, my dad and mom are divorced and she says I help her cope by doing this with her sometimes. Sometimes we even do each other. That’s ‘specially fun,” I said, my eyes wide with enthusiasm.

“Really?” she asked. She was again at a loss for words. I knew this was turning her on. Her breathing was becoming increasingly labored, and she would stare at what I was doing to myself and lick her lips, though I don’t think she knew she was.

“Yeah. And sometimes –” I stopped, as if I might be saying too much. She took the bait.

“What? Sometimes, what, honey?” Her own hands had begun to move along her ribcage, briefly massaging the undersides of her boobs as they passed there.

“Well, you promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“I promise.”

“Sometimes, my mommy, well, she puts her mouth on me there. That feels best of all.”

Laura turned completely red at this, whether from embarrassment or horniness, I don’t know.

“She –” Laura swallowed. “She puts her mouth on you? Down there?”

“Yeah. That feels even better than fingers,” I said, starting to flick my fingers across my clit. I could hear the slick sounds and knew Laura could too.

“I see,” she said, her hands fluttering across her tummy, obviously dying to be able to do more.

Then I pretended to have a sudden idea. “Would you do that to me?!”

“What? You mean go dow—I mean put my mouth on you there?”

“Sure! Mommy does it and says I taste delicious! Don’t you want to taste me?”

Her brow wrinkled at me. “Did someone put you up to this?”

I looked innocently back at her, my mouth dropping open as if that would be nearly impossible.

“No. I just love doing this and looking at you made me want to do it, and I thought maybe you would like to taste me and make it feel super good. That’s all! I swear!”

“If I do this, you won’t tell anyone?”

“No.”

“Especially your mother. You can’t tell her either.”

“She wouldn’t mind. She does it too and loves it. She even lets me do it to her too.”

“Oh,” Laura said, obviously surprised at this. “You do that to your mommy too?”

“Yeah! She tastes great too! I bet you taste great! Can I taste you? Please?!”

“But Anne and Becky might catch us. I’m sure they won’t be long.”

“It’s okay. I’ve already done this with them before. Anne told me you did it with her when she was a little girl and she misses it, so I did it to her while she did it to Becky, who did it to me.”

Laura’s mouth dropped open.

“You… I mean… Anne told you what I did?”

“Uh-huh. It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone, not even my mom.”

“And you… you’ve done this with Anne and Becky before?”

“Yeah. They LOVE it!”

“Oh my God.” It was almost a whisper. She obviously was wondering if this hadn’t been a trap after all. She’d asked who had put me up to this, and now she may have thought she knew. Maybe it was Anne who’d started this seduction in motion. At least she had to know this had been a seduction, whether done on my own or by Anne’s suggestion.

“Come on,” I pleaded. “Please can we do this? I won’t tell, and if they catch us, Anne and Becky won’t tell either. They will probably join in.”

She looked at me oddly and chuckled. “How old are you?”

“Nine, going on twenty-one,” I answered smiling, and she did not know how truthful that was.

As she sat there, I reached over and began to unbutton her shorts and unzip them. She did nothing, just watched as my wet fingers fought with the fabric. When I had completed this, she lifted her hips to allow me to pull her shorts down. I grasped them and the panties beneath and tugged until they were at her knees, then I stood and removed them entirely.  I lifted the shirt over her head, and she was now as naked as I was.

Urging her onto the floor with a slight push, I settled myself into her body and kissed her, my tongue exploring hers. When we broke the kiss, she said, “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“I have more experience than you think,” I answered and moved to her boobs to suck, nibble, and kiss them. They were not too large, but much bigger than Anne’s. I figured she was probably a C cup, maybe a D. I spent several minutes making love to her titties before moving my way down her tummy, traveling to her most intimate area.

I noticed her tan covered all of her evenly, indicating she rarely sunbathed with anything on. When I reached her pussy, I swung my leg over her and planted my pussy where she could get to it with her mouth.

I dove into her wetness and she returned the favor. She was certainly good at this. Her mouth, lips, and tongue knew just what to do. I concluded that Anne had not been her only female lover.

We were clinched together like that, on the brink of powerful orgasms when I heard the front door open. I don’t know if Laura heard it, but she didn’t stop if she did. Neither did I. We were both intent on coming.

She began to scream into my small pussy, and I did the same in hers. The orgasm seemed to want to rip me apart, and I wondered if hers was this good.

When we finished, I scooted to where I could lay beside her and kiss her. We did that for a moment until we saw Anne and Becky standing over us and smiling.

“We have a lot to talk about, young lady,” Laura said to Anne.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I only told them because, well, because I missed it,” Anne said, tears springing instantly to her eyes.

I looked at the sisters and said, “We can all talk later. In the meantime, get undressed.”

Laura and I sat up and watched as the sisters removed their clothes. I spent more time watching Laura’s reaction than I did the sisters since I had seen them naked just a few hours before. She watched them strip and I could tell it was making her horny.

“Ms. Thompson,” I said, and she looked at me. “Don’t question it. Don’t worry about it. They want it, and you do, too. Nobody will ever tell. And as I just demonstrated with you, it can be a LOT of fun!”

Laura looked at her daughters. “Do you?”

“Do we what?” Becky asked.

“Do you want to do this? With me?”

The sisters smiled. “I never wanted you to stop!” Anne said.

“How long have the two of you been doing things together right under my nose?” Laura asked.

“You won’t be mad?” Anne asked.

“No, I won’t be mad.”

“Just remember you said that,” Anne reminded her mother. “Since Becky was three.”

“THREE!?” Laura’s mouth dropped open.

“She loves it!” Anne said. “And you said you wouldn’t be mad!”

“I’m not mad!” Laura said, though she seemed close to it. “I’m… well… I’m shocked!”

“I started masturbating regularly when I was four,” I said, hoping to ease the tension that had built so quickly.

“Really?” Laura asked. “Four?”

“Yeah.”

“I love it, Mommy!” Becky offered. “I’m so glad she did seduce me then. I’ve had so much fun with my big sister. We love each other so much, and that’s because, well, we LOVE each other so much!”

“You’re sure?” Laura asked, now much calmer.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Becky answered.

“Let’s watch them together. You’ll see,” I suggested.

Laura looked at me and nodded. She seemed nearly in a daze.

Becky and Anne lay together on the floor near us and began to make love. They were beautiful, and I could see that Laura thought so too.

Halfway through their lovemaking, I moved over and began to lick and play with Becky’s butthole, which was exposed as she lay in a hot sixty-nine with her sister. Then I felt Laura at my own butthole and pussy, licking and kissing me there.

Soon, I could tell everyone was getting close by the sounds we made. Anne arrived at hers first, followed almost immediately by Becky, then I came, followed by Laura, whose pussy was being fingered and rubbed by Becky.

Then it was Laura’s turn to be with her daughters. They kissed for several minutes before licking, kissing, and sucking each other’s boobs, even Becky’s, which hadn’t even grown yet. Then they moved into a daisy chain. Laura started with Anne while Anne made oral love once again to Becky’s slit. Becky completed the circle by feasting on her mother’s pussy, licking the juices out of the very canal she entered the world through.

Anne asked me if I wanted to join them as things began to heat up, but I declined, wanting this family to join in sexual love without me. Instead, I watched and rubbed my own pussy to another explosion. In the meantime, they switched partners several times among themselves so that each had some time licking the others.

The orgasms mounted for the mother and two daughters right after I had mine. Based on their reactions, I’d say they all had a wonderful time and would repeat this small orgy many times in the future.

Finally, we lay back and caught our breath. This had been one of the most amazing experiences of my life, whether you measured it nine years or twenty-one.

“I could use a nap,” I said, and Anne agreed, as did Becky. We’d been awake much of the night before and the lack of sleep, despite sleeping late, was catching up to us.

“Go ahead upstairs to Anne’s room,” Laura said. “Tom won’t be home for another few hours since he usually plays eighteen holes, stops by the clubhouse, then plays another eighteen. He hasn’t had time to finish the first eighteen yet.”

“What are you gonna do?” Becky asked her mother.

“I think I’ll make plans for an all-girl vacation, just me and my two daughters. School lets out in a few weeks, and I think we need to go be alone somewhere to figure out this new aspect to our relationship.”

Anne, Becky, and I trudged up to Anne’s room, lay down, and fell immediately asleep. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, feeling I had somehow accomplished something beautiful today. All thanks to my new nine-year-old body.

********

When I awoke a few hours later, I had an odd feeling, such as I have when I’ve been sleeping hard and don’t realize where I am. Funny how that only seems to happen when I nap. But the sensation was an odd one, to be sure.

I began to sit up and realized what had happened.

I was twenty-one again. My adult body was back, and it made me happy and sad at the same time. I knew being nine would never last, but I wanted it to last at least another few days. I lay wondering why it had happened in the first place. I looked beside me and noticed that Anne was starting to wake as well. Becky was snuggled up to her sister, her left arm thrown across her big sister’s chest. The arm snaked between my friend’s breasts, which were capped by nipples that were stiffening as I watched.

Anne opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling. Then she was instantly awake, staring at my adult body.

“What happened?” she whispered excitedly.

“Shh! You’ll wake Becky. I guess I turned back into my adult self.”

Anne squirmed from beneath the arm and we got up. She looked at me, running her eyes over my nudity, taking it in. It occurred to me she’d never seen me naked except as a nine-year-old. She definitely liked what she saw.

“Did we really make love with my mom?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe that’s why you became little. Maybe it was to get the three of us together in some sort of incestuous lesbian affair,” she offered.

“I don’t know. But I’m glad it happened.” I looked around and said, “I’ll have to borrow something to wear. I wore Becky’s clothes over here.”

We laughed at that, which woke Becky up.

“Hey! You’re big again!” she said, sadness registering on her face.

“Yeah, honey. I knew it would happen sooner or later.”

“Now I don’t have anyone my age to do stuff with.”

“Well, maybe you don’t,” I said, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t try to find someone like you. Anyway, now you not only have your sister to make love with, but your mom and me, too.”

She nodded and smiled at that. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“And we have Cheryl and her wish to thank for that,” Anne said.

********

When I finally got home, I removed Anne’s borrowed clothes and placed them in my hamper to wash later so I could return them clean.

Laura was taking advantage of the free time and was enjoying her own nap when we left, so she didn’t see the adult me. I figured we would probably tell her about the magic that had happened for whatever reason when she began to inquire about “Carol.”

Then, naked, I sat down for a while, and the impact of everything hit me and for some reason I began to cry.

I cried for the little girl I had been, the one who hadn’t known any better that she should love herself and make lasting memories, and not only memories of her pre-pubescent pussy. She needed to make memories of the joy of her young life as well. I cried for myself, the little girl who was now an adult, officially, and that thought of becoming “legal” wasn’t as wonderful as it had been a mere two days ago. I also cried for the women in the world who longed for something else and when they found it, were too afraid to accept who they were to enjoy it, therefore missing out on years of joy that could never be re-captured.

And I cried that I would never again know my own little mound of Venus, but would forever be with this adult one that I didn’t find nearly as beautiful.

Then I remembered the video I’d made. The one of myself masturbating that little pussy when I’d first awakened a young girl of nine. Had that only been yesterday morning? It seemed so much had happened since then, and I suppose a lot had. I had made two – no three – very good friends.

And one of them was still only nine.

As I hooked the camera to my computer to upload my masturbation video, I thought of everything I would try to teach Becky that I had not learned at so tender an age.

And that made me feel so much better that I was able to be a narcissist and masturbate to the image of my much younger self getting her own orgasm.

The tears dried, and I decided to make it my life’s work to open horizons for others.

Perhaps these words you have read about my experience will begin that work.

-30-

I hope you have enjoyed this ending to “Little.” I expected it to be longer, but this ending sort of wrote itself, much as I described here. The good news is that now I can devote my time to finishing what will be a VERY long story, “I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star.”

By Cheryl Taggert

Dear Readers:

A hot, brief chapter … then finis in a few more days!

First, a reminder of characters and ages: Cheryl is twenty-one, but has the body she had when nine. // Anne is eighteen. // Becky, Anne’s sister with whom she has been having sex for years, is nine.

After our daisy chain began, we switched off several times. I had plenty of fun licking both Anne and Becky. Sometimes, I forgot that I’d grown younger the night before. My mind was still of a young woman, but my body was like a little girl’s. It still fascinated me.

After we had each come several times, we lay back and caught our breath. We were pretty well sated for the moment, so we just lay there, panting until our breathing regulated.

Finally, Becky spoke up.

“Anne, do you ever think of Mommy like this?” Apparently, she was still thinking of her mom in a sexual way.

Anne looked over at me and then at Becky. She was obviously conflicted talking about this. She’d done everything a girl could do to another girl with her little sister, but for some reason she didn’t want to talk about this. I could see it in her face.

“Becky, I don’t think Anne wants to talk about that.”

“Why not?” Becky asked, not understanding why Anne wouldn’t find the topic exciting.

“It’s just that…” Anne began but stopped.

“Just that what?” Becky asked. She was obviously not going to let this go easily.

“Okay,” Anne said. “Are you sure you want to talk about this?”

“Yeah,” said Becky.

“What about you?” Anne asked, looking at me.

“I guess,” I said. I really wasn’t sure.

Anne took a deep breath before beginning.

“Mom already did something with me,” she said, and I suddenly realized we could hear the air from the AC coming through the vents. It was that quiet. Both Becky and I were speechless.

“What do you mean?” Becky asked, sudden jealousy obvious in her tone.

“See?” Anne said. “That’s why I didn’t want to talk about this with you. I know how much you want to have sex with Mom, and the fact I have will just make you mad.”

Becky looked down at her feet at the far end of my bed and blushed. “Why doesn’t Mommy try something with me? Am I too ugly?”

Anne’s jaw dropped. “No! You are anything but ugly! It’s just that I think Mommy got a guilty conscience doing it with me.”

“How old were you?” I asked, unable to keep myself from entering the conversation.

“I was ten.”

“What did she do?” Becky asked, interested in spite of her jealousy — or maybe because of it.

“Pretty well everything,” Anne said.

“How many times did she mess around with you?” I asked.

“Just twice, but it was enough. My dad was away. In fact I think he had moved out for a time. Mom told me he was away on business, but I overheard some conversations on the phone — well, Mom’s side of it anyway — and they weren’t friendly. I guess Mom got lonely and saw me as a potential partner.”

“Wow!” I said, totally mesmerized by this tale. “You mean, she did everything with you?” I asked, knowing Anne understood what I meant by “everything.”

“Yeah.”

“Wow!” I said again. I could think of nothing else to say at that moment. I mean, what do you say to your best friend when she tells you her mom had sex with her when she was ten?

“Did you do it to her, too?” asked Becky, who also clearly understood the meaning of everything.

Anne nodded.

I stared at Anne. She was three years younger than I was, only eighteen, and her mom had seduced her at age ten. Eight years ago. Then I looked at Becky. She’d been only one at the time.

“No wonder you thought nothing of seducing your baby sister,” I said.

Anne just looked at me.

“What was it like?” I asked her.

“Fun, mostly, but it only happened twice.”

“Why do you think she stopped?”

“Actually, I think it’s because Dad came back home.”

“How did it happen?” I asked, wondering how a mother goes about seducing her ten-year-old daughter.

“She came into my room one night after my bath. She’d come into the bathroom a few times while I was in the tub and would look at me and walk out, saying nothing. Then she came into my room and asked me if I ever touched myself. At first I didn’t know what she meant. I mean, of course I touched myself. I remember thinking how can you live without touching your own body? I guess she realized she hadn’t been specific enough. She said, ‘I mean, down there. On your privates.’ and I suddenly realized what she meant. I’d been touching myself there for a while. It felt really good. I hadn’t come yet, but that was about to change.”

“Did you tell her?” Becky asked.

“I asked her if she’d be mad if I did touch myself there, and she said no, that she’d be proud of me.”

I was lost in these words. Anne and Becky’s mom was one of the prettiest women I’d ever seen. She was slim, athletic really. She played tennis and was known at her club as being very good. She was tanned and had light brown hair that fell to her shoulders. I loved watching her play because her legs were so shapely and her boobs, even though they weren’t very big, would still bounce when she ran after a ball, and she would put her hair in twin ponytails that I loved. It made her look younger.

“So how did it start from there?” Becky asked, interrupting my thoughts. Well, really it was more than thoughts. I was beginning to build a fantasy.

“She wanted to know if I liked the feeling it gave me to touch myself there. I told her I did, and she asked if I’d ever had it feel really good, like this overwhelming feeling that radiated from my middle outward making me feel like I’d just had the greatest feeling in the world. I said it felt good, but not like that. So she asked if I was interested in her showing me how much better it could feel.

“Of course, I said yes, and the next thing I knew she had pulled the covers down on my bed and was tugging my panties down. Then she started rubbing my little slit, just sorta massaging it, you know?”

Becky and I both nodded. We knew.

“After a few minutes, it was feeling good, the way it felt when I would touch myself. Then she asked me to show her how I touched it. I reached down and started rubbing up and down my slit and sometimes pinching the outer lips together. I had no idea about my clit, but it was obvious that’s what I was doing — stimulating it.

“I remember looking at Mom and she was getting all sweaty and breathing hard, you know, like panting. She was watching my hand and she told me to use two hands. I tried that, but she said I was doing it wrong, which was why the really good feeling wasn’t happening. So she spread my outer lips and showed me where my clit was. She told me to rub myself there. To concentrate on that small spot. She said I should wet my fingers first. I remember I was going to get up to put water on my fingers, and she laughed, telling me to let her wet them. And she took my index and middle fingers and put them in her mouth. Then she told me I tasted really good and had me put my fingers back on my clit and rub.

“The moisture now helped my fingers glide over my pussy lips and it felt a lot better than it ever had. She wet her own fingers and spread her legs. I saw then that she was naked under her robe, and she started rubbing herself while looking at me rub myself. I remember she was bald, which I thought was odd since I’d seen her naked before and she had hair there. I asked about it and she said she shaved it off because she likes smooth pussies. That was just what she said, ‘I like smooth pussies,’ as if she’d said it to me every day of my life.”

I felt some movement on the bed and looked over at Becky. She was copying what her sister and mother had done so many years ago. Her fingers were gliding over her little snatch, feeling the smooth pussy lips. I glanced at Anne, who had noticed what Becky was doing as well. We smiled at each other and I joined Becky by reaching down to my own bare slit.

“So what happened next?” I asked, wanting to hear the rest of the story before I came.

“After a few minutes, she said we should swap and touch each other’s pussies, so we did. She told me how to rub her and she started rubbing me, too. It felt a lot better than when I did it, even after getting my fingers wet. I remember thinking that Mommy really knew how to do that and maybe I should pay attention and learn so it would feel that good when I did myself. She also instructed me in how to touch her, so I was getting quite an education in masturbation.

“After a few minutes, she asked me if it was feeling good, and I said it did. She asked me if I wanted her to make it feel even better. I said yes, or nodded, or something, and she scootched down and put her mouth on my bare, tingling pussy.

“I went wild at the touch of her tongue. I hadn’t expected her to do that, and the idea itself was totally erotic, though my mind wasn’t used to erotic thoughts. All I knew was it made my pussy feel so fucking good!

“Within a minute or two, I could feel something building in my pussy. I told Mom, and she said that it was that great feeling she was telling me about and just to let it happen, no matter what I thought it might do.

“About a minute later, I had my first orgasm. Then when I had calmed down, she asked me if I would help her get the good feeling. Of course I said yes and before I knew it, I had my mouth on Mom’s pussy and was licking it and sucking it the way she told me to.

“Then Mom started gently bucking her hips and cussing, saying things like, ‘oh, yeah, fuck it’ and stuff like that. Then she was coming. I didn’t know it then, but after she came, she told me she’d had the great feeling and she thanked me for helping her.

“Then she told me that I could touch myself anytime I was alone or just with her, but not to do it any other time because some people thought it was naughty, but she assured me it wasn’t.

“Did you do it?”

“Only once, and she ended up having sex with me again when she noticed I was touching myself. We were watching TV and I just felt like touching myself. After that, she started crying and asked me to forgive her. I really didn’t understand at the time, but she’s never done anything with me since. Dad came home either the next day or the day after that, and she never mentioned it again.”

Becky and I were well on our way to coming, and we decided to attack Anne’s pussy and rub ourselves at the same time. We ended up all three reaching our climaxes at the same time, with Anne starting hers first, but only by a few seconds. I’m not sure who was next to start her orgasm, but at a point, I was aware that I was coming and Becky was too.

We ate dinner and ended up in my bed for the night. We were all three tired, so nobody started any sexual contact, at least not then.

I awoke in the night at some point to find that Becky and Anne had awakened and were busily sucking each other’s pussy in a beautiful sixty-nine. Becky was short enough that Anne had to bend herself a bit to be able to get to her little sister’s pussy while allowing Becky to get to hers.

I watched for a few minutes, and figured if they wanted me to take part, they would have roused me from sleep. Despite what was happening right beside me in bed, I fell asleep again.

At some point later, I awoke to find Becky between my legs, sucking and licking my pussy. Anne was now asleep, unaware of what was happening just inches away. I was very horny and it took less than thirty seconds for the nine year old to bring me to a mind-scrambling orgasm. When she crawled up to lie beside me, I asked if she wanted me to do her, but she declined, saying she was fine. She just wanted to lick me while I slept.

As I lay there in the after-glow of my orgasm, I began to hatch a plan. I wanted to have sex with their mother, and I thought I had an idea how to accomplish that. Yes, I thought it would work. Based on what I knew already, how could it not?

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Cheryl Taggert

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here. 

The next morning, Saturday, Becca woke up thinking about her mom. As she helped the Shea family clean up from the party the night before, she continued wondering if sex with her mother would be as much fun as it appeared all her friends were having with their moms.

Donna could see her daughter’s best friend was preoccupied, and she could guess the reason. They had discussed Becca’s relationship with her mother, mostly as it related to the possibility of incest between them, and she knew the girl hoped to broach the subject with her mom when she got home.

She pulled the teenager aside to talk to her before the girl left for home — and the frank sexual discussion she planned to have with her mother.

“Thinking about your mom?” she asked.

Becca sighed deeply. “Yeah. Is it obvious?”

“Well, to me it is, but I’m the only one who knows unless you talked to Carolyn about it.”

“No, I haven’t talked to Carolyn yet.”

“Are you going to?”

“Eventually.”

“How do you feel this morning about the idea? Are you still feeling neutral about it?” Donna asked.

“I’m not sure, exactly. On the one hand, I keep thinking she’s my mother. On the other hand, I know she is a vibrant and sexy woman. She had me when she was only fifteen, so she’s only thirty-two now, not exactly an old maid. My dad married her when they got out of school, and they’re happy. I know they probably enjoy sex with each other.”

“Oh, definitely. I’ve seen the way your mom looks at your dad.”

“And that’s the other thing. What if she’s just not into women at all, much less girls my age?”

“That’s possible. It’s just something you will have to talk about — if it’s important enough to you to know.”

Becca looked into Donna’s eyes. There was a love there she recognized. She had always been like another daughter to Donna. But there was something else as well. Not exactly love, but its next of kin.

Desire.

She could see it in the woman’s gaze and suddenly knew if she leaned over and kissed Donna, they would be naked and making love within sixty seconds.

Becca realized she loved this woman like a mother, just as Donna loved her like a daughter. Then Becca thought how much she loved her own mother. The woman who gave birth to her when she was only fifteen and insisted on keeping and raising, despite the hardships she knew that would involve.

Her pussy was getting wet and a soft throbbing had begun in her loins. Then it occurred to Becca that it was not the thought of making love with Donna that had set her pussy to such a strong simmer.

It was her mom. Her flesh and blood mother.

Tears began to pool in her eyelids as she accepted this. She knew she would have to discuss this with her mom and hope she didn’t kick her out of the house forever.

What if she’s disgusted by it? What if she hates me? 

“She won’t hate you,” Donna said. Becca hadn’t been aware she’d spoken these thoughts aloud. “And she won’t be disgusted,” Donna continued. “She might turn you down, but I know your mother pretty well. Not sexually, but on a personal level. And there is nothing you could say or do to make her love you any less than she does right now. I can guarantee that.”

“How should I start the discussion?” Becca wanted to know.

“If I were you, I would tell her about you and Carolyn first. See how she reacts to that. Then you can take it further. I do ask one thing, though.”

“What?” Becca asked.

“Please do not reveal the sexual relationship I have with Candace and Carolyn, or Daphne either, for that matter. She may accept your desires for her, but if she knows for certain that we are incestuous, she could involve the law.”

“I won’t say a word about that. I’ll just feel her out on the subject of incest, see what she thinks of it. If her attitude is more positive, I’ll confess I have thoughts about her.”

“She may guess that before you confess it,” Donna said. “She may guess a lot of things.”

“How so?”

“Because, why else would a sexy, sensual girl discuss incest with her mother?”

“I see your point,” Becca said, looking down at her hands.

“But don’t let that discourage you. I promise you, your mother might be distressed by this news, but she won’t disown you or anything like that. She went through a great deal just to keep you.”

“I know.”

“Then let that knowledge guide you. She loves you more than breathing.”

Forcing a smile, Becca leaned over and kissed Donna without using her tongue, which was a slight struggle, considering how horny she was now. That mere fact helped her with understanding that she had to do this, regardless of the consequences.

After saying good-bye to everyone else, she left for home.

“Is something wrong with Becca?” Carolyn asked after she’d gone.

“Not really. She just has something on her mind.”

“Is she upset about something to do with last night? Does she regret it?”

“Certainly not. She came to me about it because I’m a mother. She told me she will tell you about it soon, but first she has to figure something out.”

“What?!” Carolyn asked, frustrated that her best friend went to her mom before coming to her with a problem.

“I’m not at liberty to say, honey. Just know she’s fine and she’ll probably call you later today or come by.”

A thought occurred to Carolyn based on something her mom had said — She came to me because I’m a mother.

“Oh, my God! Is she pregnant?!” Carolyn asked, panic in her eyes.

“No, dear. Nothing like that,” Donna said, and had to chuckle. “She’s a virgin as it relates to sex with men. You know that.”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because she wants to keep it a secret between us right now.”

“You could still tell me!”

“Then how would you know you could trust me with a secret yourself?”

Carolyn hadn’t considered that. Still, she sat on a sofa, pouting. “Well, I hope she calls me soon.”

********

Becca entered her home to find her mom and Gina in the living room, chatting. She didn’t know where Lynn and Lori were, but she guessed they were still asleep. Becca’s father, who managed a local hardware store, was at work, Saturday being one of their busiest days. Evan, Gina’s husband, did not come on this trip with them.

Gina smiled brilliantly at her niece when she walked into the room.

“I was just telling your mom what a wonderful party it was last night. She’s jealous she wasn’t asked to join us.”

Becca blushed. She could feel the warmth of her blood rushing through her body to redden her cheeks and cause her entire body to become flush with embarrassment. Had Aunt Gina told her about everything?!

Gina smiled at Becca and stood up to leave the room. As she passed Becca, she hugged her and whispered directly in her ear, “Of course, I didn’t tell, silly!”

“Come sit, honey,” her mom said.

“I’m going up to see if I can wake the dead,” Gina said, meaning Lynn and Lori, of course. As she exited the room, she called back, “I’ll be back down soon for some more of your fabulous coffee, Cassy.”

“It’s not as good as your coffee cake,” Becca’s mother, Cassy, replied.

“So how was your week with Carolyn?” her mother asked.

Becca hesitated for a second and decided she needed to get into it quickly or chicken out.

“Mom, I kinda have to talk to you about something.”

Cassy looked at her daughter with a furrowed brow, realizing something serious had happened. “What is it?” she asked.

“Well, you know I’m seventeen, right?” Becca blushed again. What a stupid opening!

“Of course.”

“And I know you had me when you were fifteen.”

“Oh, my God! Are you pregnant?!”

The shock on her mother’s face surprised Becca. She hadn’t realized that comment would suggest she was facing the same dilemma her mom had.

“No! No!” she reassured her. “I’m definitely NOT pregnant!”

Cassy breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. Sorry to react that way, but while I wouldn’t take anything in the universe for you, and nothing you could ever do or say could make me want to disown you or anything, I don’t want to see you have to deal with a baby at your age. I want your life to be easier than mine was.”

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’m not pregnant and I won’t get pregnant until I’m ready.”

“Alright. I’m sorry if I overreacted. I’m sure you have something you need to say. I won’t interrupt again. Go on.”

Becca thought about her mom’s own words just seconds before. If true, they were reassuring.

“Did you mean that when you said nothing I could do or say would make you hate me?”

“Well, I think I said ‘disown,’ but yes. That’s true. I definitely meant it. Honey, what’s wrong?” Cassy could feel her throat tighten, wondering what awful news her daughter had that made her ask that.

“Um,” Becca began. Well, here goes nothing, she thought to herself. “I have a confession. Several in fact.”

“Go on.”

“I’m trying.” Becca took a deep breath to prepare herself. “Mom, I… um… I masturbate a lot.”

Cassy smiled and breathed again. “Is that all? Oh, honey, I don’t mean to make light of your confession, but I already know that. I have for some time now.”

Becca thought her mom’s reaction was a good one. She obviously didn’t care if she got herself off.

“But there’s more,” the teenager added, looking down at her hands and fighting back the tears.

Cassy couldn’t seem to make out where Becca was going with this confession. She’d known for a long time that Becca was masturbating. She had accidentally walked in on her once when she was busy doing just that and her daughter hadn’t seen her enter the room. She had stepped back, quietly closing the door, and gave her daughter time to finish and get herself cleaned up before she called her downstairs. She remembered standing outside Becca’s bedroom, listening to her daughter as she came. That had been when she was only ten, and Cassy had been surprised she could climax. There had been more, but she pushed the memory away.

Instead, she wondered what was so bad that her daughter was afraid to tell her about it?

“Whatever it is, we can work it out, sweetie. Just say it,” Cassy prompted her.

“Carolyn and I are…” she hesitated and looked at her mom. She could see her mom had figured it out already from that, but she forced herself to say it. If she couldn’t say this, how would she ever say the rest? “We’re lovers.”

Cassy pulled Becca to her and held her. She was only slightly surprised. She had suspected as much for some time now.

“How long have you two been lovers?” Cassy asked.

“A couple of months.”

This did surprise Cassy. She would have thought the girls had started fooling around a year ago, maybe longer.

“Well, I hate to sound like a mom who is fine with her daughter having sex with a girlfriend, but I would have guessed a lot longer than that.”

Becca stared at her mom, wide-eyed. “Really?!”

“Really.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Why should I be mad? You’re nearly an adult and it’s not as if I don’t understand feelings like this. As you mentioned, I wasn’t exactly virginal when I was young. Even younger than you are now.”

Okay, Becca thought, there’s the opening I need. “Mom, can I ask you something… you know… like… personal?”

Cassy figured Becca deserved to ask some personal questions of her. After all, she had just been given quite a bit of information about Becca’s private life, even if she’d suspected it before.

“Okay. What?”

“Um… you had sex with Daddy when you were barely fifteen.”

“I think we established that years ago.”

“So obviously you were… like… well… sexually aware, right?”

“Honey, I’m not sure what you mean by that.”

“I mean… well… you got… you know… turned on, right?”

“Yes, of course. And, honey, I hate to break it to you, but I still do.”

“I know. It’s just that… well… you masturbated, right?”

Cassy couldn’t say she was surprised at this question either, but it was definitely personal. Still, Becca had said the questions she wanted to ask were personal and Cassy had agreed to answer them, so she answered truthfully.

“Same response,” she said.

“Huh?” Becca asked, confused.

“Yes, of course… and I still do.”

“Oh,” Becca said and swallowed hard to try to quell some of her nerves.

“Is that all you wanted to know?”

“Not exactly. Are you okay with these questions?” Becca asked, hoping her mom would continue.

“Well, they are personal, but you warned me ahead of time, and I said I’d answer them. If they become too personal, I’ll tell you.”

“Fair enough,” Becca said and continued, buoyed by her mother’s responses so far.

“How old were you… you know… when you started?”

“Masturbating?” Becca nodded. “Young. I discovered those pleasures when I was five or six, but I didn’t have an orgasm until I was around eleven.”

Becca nodded again before continuing. “Did you ever… um… imagine yourself with anyone?”

“When I was older, yes.”

“Did you ever imagine yourself with…another girl?”

Cassy, thinking her daughter was seeking reassurance for her sexual desires for other girls, did not mind answering honestly about this. If it helped her daughter psychologically, she would tell her everything. In an instant, the everything she could tell whipped through her mind.

She had fooled around with a friend when she was still little, maybe eight or nine. Later, she and a friend from school started messing around whenever they could. That was in seventh grade. That affair had lasted through eighth grade when Cassy had discovered boys, particularly Danny, Becca’s father and her husband. Still, she had learned a lot from her escapades with Reba. They had read some erotica and learned about oral sex that girls sometimes engaged in with each other. She and Reba became expert at that, and sixty-nine became their favorite number.

Cassy looked at her daughter, who was seeking the truth. She had to make sure her daughter was prepared for it.

“Do you want to know everything? I’m fine if you do, just be sure you don’t judge me if I tell you.”

“I wouldn’t judge you any more than you would hate me,” Becca said, aware her mother was going to tell her everything about her past sexual experiences.

“When I was little, I suppose I was what would be called sexually precocious. My best friend was too, apparently. Her name was Deanna. When we were lttle, we would explore each other’s body and hump each other, touch each other ‘down there’ and basically had a little girl lesbian affair. It never got beyond that, and we never had an orgasm together. Or at least I didn’t. I don’t think she did, though I’m certain that later in life she began to enjoy them as much as I did.”

Becca was mesmerized with this story and listened intently. “What happened to her?”

“Her father got a promotion and they had to move. Anyway, by the time I was in seventh grade, I was very experienced in getting myself off. I had a friend, Reba. She spent the night one night, and I sort of messed around with her when I thought she was asleep. Turns out she wasn’t, and when she started giggling, I realized I’d been caught, but that she liked it. We ended up doing lots of things together, and over the next few years, it became a full-fledged affair. We did everything. Have you and Carolyn gone down on each other?” Becca nodded. “So did Reba and I. I must have been good at it because she would come and come and come. I know she was good at it.”

Becca had to restrain herself from reaching down and touching herself.

“What happened to her?”

“I met your father. She was devastated when I started dating him.”

“Reba is an unusual name. Was she named after that singer?”

“I don’t know, but you’re named after her. Her full name was Rebecca.”

Becca sat there for a moment, processing this. She was named for her mom’s teenage lesbian lover. “Did you love each other?”

“Yes. I loved her even after meeting your father and falling in love with him. In a way, I still love Reba.”

“Where is she now?”

“I don’t know. She left town after graduation and I’ve not heard from her since.”

“Then she doesn’t know I’m named after her?”

“Not unless someone else told her I have a daughter named Rebecca who goes by Becca. That was one thing I couldn’t allow because it would be too painful to call you Reba.”

“Do you think… I mean… do you ever… well… look at me and think of her?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, echoed in Becca’s mind.

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And now, dear readers, you are allowed a choice. It is a choice you can certainly change, but I discussed this idea with Naughty Mommy, and she thought it was a great idea. In fact, she has thought about writing an entire series in which the reader can make choices, much like the “Choose Your Own Adventure” books she and I read as children. I promise that BOTH scenarios below will be hot and should allow for at least a few reader orgasms along the way.

So… if you want this to end with Becca and her mother getting involved in an incestuous relationship, click here.

If you want this to end with Becca’s mother accepting Becca’s desires for her but not wishing to go all the way to having sex with her daughter, but willing to enjoy things in a “different” way, click here.

I ABSOLUTELY GUARANTEE YOU WILL ENJOY EITHER ENDING!!!

This will be the final chapter of this series, so nothing more will exist between any of these characters — unless they turn up in a later series, just as Gina, Lynn, and Lori appeared in this one after making their debut in “Nanny for a Night.” These characters, even those named after real people I have come to know online, ARE my creation, after all, and I can use them whenever and wherever I see fit.

I would hope you wouldn’t mind if a few of them do appear again.

Dear Reader,

You clicked the choice that Cassy has an incestuous relationship with her daughter, Becca. You will find the ending you chose below, after a little of the previous text from the story.

Enjoy!

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Becca had to restrain herself from reaching down and touching herself.

“What happened to her?”

“I met your father. She was devastated when I started dating him.”

“Reba is an unusual name. Was she named after that singer?”

“I don’t know, but you’re named after her. Her full name was Rebecca.”

Becca sat there for a moment, processing this. She was named for her mom’s teenage lesbian lover. “Did you love each other?”

“Yes. I loved her even after meeting your father and falling in love with him. In a way, I still love Reba.”

“Where is she now?”

“I don’t know. She left town after graduation and I’ve not heard from her since.”

“Then she doesn’t know I’m named after her?”

“Not unless someone else told her I have a daughter named Rebecca who goes by Becca. That was one thing I couldn’t allow because it would be too painful to call you Reba.”

“Do you think… I mean… do you ever… well… look at me and think of her?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, echoed in Becca’s mind.

It was Cassy’s turn to blush. She looked down at her hands and nodded. “Yes, honey. I do. It actually scares me sometimes.”

Becca couldn’t believe it. Was her mom saying what Becca thought she was saying?

“Why does it scare you?”

“Oh, honey, I’m not sure we should get into that.”

“But that’s exactly what I want to get into,” Becca said.

“Sweetie, you don’t know what you’re saying. You don’t understand.”

“Yes, Mom, I do know what I’m saying,” Becca pleaded. “I know exactly what I’m saying, in fact. And I do understand. I understand more than you know.”

Cassy looked at her daughter, wondering, and said, “You can’t know. It’s too….” Becca kissed her mother in a way she never had before, cutting off her mother’s denial.

Leaning back after the kiss, Becca said, “I do know. I know because that’s how I look at you sometimes. At least I do now.”

Cassy looked at her daughter. The rest of the images from the time she caught her daughter masturbating at age ten surfaced. She had pushed them away before, but now she accepted them. What was more, she needed to confess them to Becca.

“My God,” Cassy said. “I feel I need to tell you about something. Something I did when you were younger.”

“What?” Becca asked, wondering what had happened that her mom felt she needed to tell her right now, of all times. She’d just admitted to her mother she wanted her… sexually. What would be more important than that?

“Honey, don’t be mad at me, okay?”

“I won’t,” Becca answered, completely perplexed.

“When you were ten, I walked in on you.”

“Walked in on me?”

“Yes… you were… well, you were masturbating.”

“And you saw me?”

“Yes.”

Although Cassy had wondered if Becca would be angry about this, what she saw in her daughter’s eyes was anything but anger. She seemed to be… well… turned on by this news.

“What did you do?” Becca asked, interested in discussing this moment from her childhood.

“I’m not sure I should tell you,” Cassy said, blushing.

“I’m positive you should,” Becca replied, her heart rate increasing with the excitement that was building.

“Are you sure you won’t hate me?”

“Positive.” Becca could guess what had happened. It was written all over her mother’s blushing face, but she wanted to hear it.

“I stood outside your door and listened as you… as you came.”

“And…?” Becca knew there was more.

“I… um… I masturbated myself, right along with you.”

“Holy fuck,” Becca said, knowing what her mom would say, but still aroused into comment by hearing it anyway.

Cassy ignored the profanity. Who was she to prevent her daughter from swearing? She’d done much more than that, and now she felt the need to tell Becca everything — so the girl could make a fully informed decision about what she claimed she wanted.

“Did you come?” Becca asked to prod her mother to continue.

“Yes. In fact, we came together. My orgasm began just seconds after yours did.”

“That’s amazing. I wish you had let me watch you.”

This shocked Cassy, yet on the other hand, it was expected, based on the confession Becca had made moments before — or at least a strongly hinted confession.

“I wasn’t aware you would like that.”

“I would have. Very much.”

“There’s more,” Cassy added, watching for Becca’s reaction.

“More?” Becca asked, wondering just how far this went.

“I used to sneak into your room at night when you were asleep.”

“Really?!”

“Yes. I would sneak in and…. well… you were always a very heavy sleeper back then. I swear, I could have knocked over a dozen things, and you’d have slept through it.”

Becca laughed at the memory. “Yes, I remember.”

“While you slept, I thought… I mean I would… well… pull your panties down and… um… look at you.”

Becca stood, unzipping and unsnapping her shorts, shedding them before sitting down again next to her mother. Cassy watched this in fascination, oddly wondering why her daughter was doing this. She stared, wide-eyed, as Becca’s hand stole down her tummy and slipped beneath the elastic waistline of her panties. She watched as her daughter’s fingers began a slow massage of her pussy.

“Go on, Mommy. Tell me more.”

“Well, for a while… I… um… for a while,” Cassy stammered, unable to concentrate on what she was saying due to the distracting hand rubbing the soft lips behind the gauzy cotton of the panties.

“Say it,” Becca said, and Cassy continued.

“For a while I just would watch you and… I would….” Cassy looked down at Becca’s hand beneath the panties. “I would do that while looking at your mound.”

“You would masturbate while looking at my pussy?” Becca asked, using the more erotic word for her center of pleasure.

Cassy nodded, “Yes.”

“You said you did this ‘for a while.’ What did you do later?” Becca asked, her hand moving a bit more rapidly as she smeared the juices across her inner labia and clit.

“Yes. Well, I… uh….” The sound of Becca’s fingers sliding around in what must be an abundant wetness distracted Cassy again. Her own pussy was starting to boil over as well. She couldn’t believe how erotic this was.

“What did you do later, Mommy?” Becca asked as she reached up through the hem of her shirt and began to squeeze and pinch her boobs.

Cassy could see her daughter’s nipples poking out and making small points in the t-shirt. Her pussy was beginning to spill its cream into her panties. “I… well… I wanted to know what you tasted like.”

“You mean you wanted to taste my cunt?” Becca asked, now using the most vulgar, yet exciting, name for her pussy she knew.

“Yes.”

“And did you?”

“Yes. I couldn’t help myself. It was so pretty. You had no hair down there yet, and the smooth lips were so beautiful. I could even see hints of moisture as I arranged your legs to give me the best view.”

“How did I taste, Mommy? How did your daughter’s pussy taste?”

By now, Cassy was so turned on, she would have fucked anything or anyone handy. She could feel her cunt sliding around on the slickness of her juices that now coated the gusset of her panties to a point of saturation. She involuntarily licked her lips, remembering and imagining at the same time.

“How did it taste?” Becca asked again.

“Delicious.”

“I sometimes taste myself now,” said Becca, pulling her wet hand from inside her panties and demonstrating for her mother. She pushed her index and middle fingers into her mouth and sucked and licked them clean.

Then she offered her ring and pinkie fingers to her mother, raising her eyebrows as she did to ask silently if her mother wanted another taste.

Cassy opened her mouth and accepted the fingers. She sucked them, relishing the flavor. Her eyes were closed, remembering when she would touch her daughter’s pussy while the little girl slept and lick the wetness from her own fingers.

The taste was very similar to what it had been then, but more pungent now. More flavorful. Her daughter’s more mature pussy was flowing with juices that tasted even better now.

Opening her eyes, Cassy looked at her daughter, only seventeen, and wanted her. She could see the love and desire reflected in Becca’s eyes as well.

“Mommy,” Becca said, tears welling in her eyes. “Make love to me. Please?”

A sudden thought occurred to Cassy. “Oh, we can’t, honey. Gina and the kids are upstairs. They’ll be down any minute.”

Becca nearly laughed, but held it to a smile. “Would you like for them to join us?”

Cassy froze. Them? All of them? The little ones too? What was Becca saying? 

“I don’t understand,” Cassy said.

Becca figured if her mom wanted to have sex with her own daughter, she couldn’t very well condemn others for the same desires.

“Mom, it wasn’t just a party last night. It was an orgy. An all-girl orgy, complete with women and girls… Mothers and daughters. I found myself wanting you there too.”

“Are you saying Gina and…”

“Yes. And they love it.”

“Even the girls?”

“Especially the girls,” Becca assured her.

“Lori?”

“Yes, even Lori,” she answered, then continued. “Mom, licking a little girl… who wants it… is like nothing else in the world. It’s so beautiful.”

“But what if they come down? It would still be a shock,” Cassy said.

“Believe me, they’ll love it!”

Becca leaned into her mother and forced her to lie on her back on the sofa. She immediately began to undress her, removing the t-shirt, the shorts and panties. After those scant pieces of clothing were gone, her mother lay naked before her. She’d seen her mom naked before, but never like this. This was an enticement. A type of irresistible magnet.

Becca stood up and nearly tore her own remaining clothes from her body. When she was naked, she lay on top of her mother and started kissing her again, her tongue doing things to her mother’s tongue that it had never done before.

An erotic energy seemed to crackle in the air. This energy seemed to meld their bodies together in an effort to satisfy their frenetic desires — an aching thirst that was finally being quenched.

They heard a small gasp from the doorway to the kitchen and looked up to see Lynn and Lori standing there. As they took in what was happening, they both smiled.

“I didn’t know you and your mom did it too!” Lynn said, enthusiasm and excitement filling every breath.

“Yeah, you shoulda had your mom there last night,” Lori said.

Then Gina was there, gaping at the two on the sofa. Grinning, she removed her clothing, and the girls followed their mother’s lead. Gina started toward the newest mother-daughter pair but stopped.

“Can we take this to a bedroom? I spent half the night having sex on the floor last night. It was a plush carpet, but I think we need a bed,” she said.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Cassy asked, indicating Lynn and Lori.

“Are you kidding? Just wait until they get their mouths on you. It’s like opening the floodgates and letting the orgasms begin.”

The five of them mounted the stairs and ended up in Cassy’s bed.

“Can we take turns sitting on your face?” Lori asked Cassy.

“Maybe in a minute,” Gina said. “Let’s allow the mother and daughter to seal their relationship.”

Gina and her daughters watched as Becca and Cassy got into the sixty-nine position. Becca was not aware how much her mother loved this position with another woman, but she wanted to make love to her mom while her mom made love to her.

Sliding her tongue into her mother’s pussy for the first time, Becca felt all the worry and anxiety melt away, replaced by pure lust. She couldn’t believe she was as wet and horny as she was, considering how much sex she’d had the night before, not to mention the sex with Carolyn and her family all week.

Becca felt her mother’s tongue enter her, fucking in and out of her soaked vagina, licking the cream up, her mother’s tongue scooping the nectar up and swallowing it.

Despite all the sex the past week, Becca could tell she was about to explode, and based on Cassy’s gyrations, Becca knew her mother wasn’t far behind.

Becca began licking and sucking her mother’s pussy while playfully touching Cassy’s butthole. She hoped her mom liked being touched there.

The fact her mom spiraled straight into a powerful orgasm as soon as her daughter touched her rosebud told Becca all she needed to know about that.

Within seconds, Becca was slamming into her own climax. She felt wave after wave of mind-numbing tremors cascading throughout her body, seeming to spiral out from her clitoris. This seemed to go on for several minutes, and it may well have. The teenager was too involved in the delicious tremors to notice the passing of time.

When the mother and daughter moved to where they could kiss and fondle one another, they looked at Gina and her daughters.

“Top that!” Cassy said, before turning to her daughter for a lover’s kiss.

“Welcome to the club!” Lori said.

“What club?” asked Cassy.

“Our new club!” Lynn shouted, taking over for her sister. “There are lots of members. It’s called The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club! And now you’re a member too!”

With that, Gina and her girls fell onto the bed and began doing their best to top what Becca and her mother had done moments before. As Cassy and Becca watched, they felt new moisture begin to fill their pussies, and soon they were all involved in a frenzy of lesbian incest.

Still, nobody was able to declare a winner, exactly. After all was said and done, they all felt like winners.

And that was exactly as it should be.

I certainly hope you enjoyed this ending!! Let me know in the comments if you did!

THE END

Cheryl Taggert

Dear Reader,

You clicked the choice that Cassy chooses not to have an incestuous relationship with her daughter, Becca, although SOMETHING hot does happen. (I can’t leave you hanging!). You will find the ending you chose below, after a little of the previous text from the story.

Enjoy!

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Becca had to restrain herself from reaching down and touching herself.

“What happened to her?”

“I met your father. She was devastated when I started dating him.”

“Reba is an unusual name. Was she named after that singer?”

“I don’t know, but you’re named after her. Her full name was Rebecca.”

Becca sat there for a moment, processing this. She was named for her mom’s teenage lesbian lover. “Did you love each other?”

“Yes. I loved her even after meeting your father and falling in love with him. In a way, I still love Reba.”

“Where is she now?”

“I don’t know. She left town after graduation and I’ve not heard from her since.”

“Then she doesn’t know I’m named after her?”

“Not unless someone else told her I have a daughter named Rebecca who goes by Becca. That was one thing I couldn’t allow because it would be too painful to call you Reba.”

“Do you think… I mean… do you ever… well… look at me and think of her?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, echoed in Becca’s mind.

“In a way, I do, yes. After all, you are named after her.”

“Yes, I know, but… well… do you ever find me… sexy?”

Cassy wondered where this might be leading. Yes, she thought her daughter was sexy, but that didn’t mean she found her desirable, at least on a personal level. Was her daughter suggesting incest? Again, she answered truthfully, but chose not to elaborate. She was curious just where this was leading.

“Of course, I do. You’re my daughter and you are very beautiful. I’m sure many other people find you sexy, too.”

Becca was frustrated that her mom seemed to be missing the point of her questions. She was answering them, well, as a mom would, not as a potential lover.

“Mom, I don’t mean, like, how a mom looks at her daughter and thinks to herself what-a-beautiful-daughter-she-has kind of sexy.”

Cassy needed Becca to go ahead and say whatever it was she did mean. She didn’t want to suggest her daughter was interested in an incestuous relationship if that wasn’t what she meant with her questions. To do so would embarrass them both if Cassy had it wrong.

“Honey, just come out and say exactly what it is you are wanting to know from me. I have my suspicions, but I don’t want to go there if that isn’t what you mean. It would be very embarrassing for you and me both.”

“Well, you see, Mom… some of my friends are… uh… you know… into their moms… and… um… their moms are into them too.”

Cassy realized she had to use the “I” word to make sure.

“Honey, are you talking about mother-daughter incest?”

Blushing, Becca just nodded while searching her mother’s eyes for a clue to how that affected her.

Cassy had certainly heard of such things, and if she’d heard of them, they were certainly happening, and apparently Becca knew at least one person who was, indeed, having sex with her mother. She wondered if it might be Carolyn and Donna, not that she cared what the two of them did. If they were happy with it, who really cares what they do together?

But sex between herself and Becca? That thought had never crossed her mind. She had to admit, however, it was not as much of a turn-off as she would have thought. After all, she had accidentally witnessed her daughter masturbating when Becca was ten, and the knowledge her daughter had discovered her sexuality had even led to Cassy masturbating a few times remembering it. She didn’t like to think about that, however, and had already pushed those thoughts away once during this conversation.

But still, it wasn’t for her. She could no more go down on Becca than she would willingly stick her head into a fire.

“Oh, honey,” Cassy said, trying to do her best not to embarrass or shame Becca for having those thoughts. “I love you so much, but I could never, well, do that. I find you sexy, yes, and I must admit to you that while the idea is not my cup of tea, I’m fine if someone else does that, as long as it isn’t coercive or being forced by one person on another.”

Becca felt all the wind go out of her. “So you don’t find me sexy in that way?”

“No, honey, I don’t.”

As Becca burst into tears, Cassy realized just how much this meant to her daughter. She knew that at seventeen, Becca was still searching for her own identity, trying to blindly find her way in life, as all teenagers do. Her own search had been a difficult one, and she still longed for some female companionship. Just not with her daughter. Still, she could see that Becca was very hurt from this rejection.

“Sweetie, don’t cry. Really. It’s not you. It’s just that, well, I have these limits I’ve set for myself. Believe me, if you weren’t my daughter, I’d probably have you on your back right now.”

Becca chuckled ruefully at this, wishing that this one thing hadn’t stood in the way. Oddly, just twenty-four hours ago she had thought she would never want to have sex with her own mother, and now here she was crying because her mother felt the same way she did a mere day ago.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or put you on the spot.”

“You didn’t put me on the spot or embarrass me. I’m happy you felt safe enough to talk to me about this.” Another thought occurred to Cassy, and she decided to ask the question that had formed in her mind.

“Who is the mother-daughter pair you know who do this?”

“Actually, it’s pairs.”

“You mean, more than one? Really?”

“Uh-huh,” Becca said, nodding.

“Could you name one?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Donna and Carolyn are one pair. Am I right?”

Becca stared at her mom, realizing she had easily figured this out. Carolyn was her best friend. She’d just spent the better part of a week over there, and she’d confessed that they were lovers. And lovers talked about things. Private things. She wondered how she could have been so stupid, but what was done couldn’t be undone. She thought about how her mom had said she didn’t care if others engaged in such incestuous relationships as long as it was consensual. She hoped her mother had told the truth.

“You won’t be mad or make me stop seeing Carolyn?”

“Of course not. As long as both of them are okay with what they’re doing, who am I to complain? In a way, I’m jealous of them both. Carolyn’s very cute, and Donna is quite sexy herself.”

This gave Becca an idea.

“Mom? What if it weren’t your daughter you were having sex with? What if it were Donna, Carolyn, and Candace?”

“Candace? She’s involved too?!” Cassy was shocked at this news. Candace was only ten years old!

“Oops, I didn’t mean to tell you that.” Becca considered how tired she was and wondered if this weren’t a bad idea all around. She was making some terrible mistakes.

“Does she… I mean… Is she… okay with this?”

“More than okay, Mom. She absolutely LOVES it!”

“But she’s only ten.”

“You’ve always said that age is just a number.”

“Yes, but I was referring to adults getting older.” Cassy paused, thinking about this. “You mean she actually has sex with her mother and sister?”

“Yes.” Becca thought it better for now that she not mention their aunt.

Cassy looked at Becca. “Sweetie, have you…?”

“With Candace?” Becca asked, and Cassy nodded.

“Yes. And, Mom, I’m not kidding she loves it. There’s no coercion, no threats, nothing. Believe me, every girl I know involved in the club is well-adjusted and loves the sex they have with the adults and each other.”

Cassy was floored. She had always thought that any sex involving anyone younger than fifteen had to be rape — forced sex — and the feelings of the child were ignored. Then she focused on a word she’d heard Becca say.

“Club? What club?”

“Oh, sorry. We sorta have this club. It was Heather’s and Tina’s idea originally.”

“Who are Heather and Tina?”

“Two twelve year old girls who’ve been having sex with each other for a while. They’re sorta the ones who got this all started with everyone. It’s kind of a long story.”

“Okay, that can wait. Who else that I know are involved with this… club?”

“You won’t freak out?”

“Did I freak out when you told me about Candace?”

“Well, sorta.”

“I won’t freak out. I promise.”

“I don’t know, Mom. I mean you could really have a problem with this.”

Then it hit Cassy like a runaway train. Becca had been at a party last night at Donna’s house. Gina, Lynn, and Lori had also been there. It amazed her it had taken her so long to figure it out.

When Cassy’s mouth dropped open in shock and her eyes grew wide, Becca realized her mother had figured it out on her own.

“They love it, Mom. Don’t freak,” she said, doing her best to use a calm tone.

Cassy looked up at the ceiling, which from the living room, was also the floor of Becca’s bedroom. Becca could see her mom imagining what might be taking place up there.

“So, Mom, I asked you about what if it were someone not so closely related to you. How would you feel about that?”

“I’m… I’m not sure… You mean Gina has sex with her daughters? With Lynn and Lori?”

“Yes.”

“Do any of these children involved in this… club… well… do they have orgasms?”

“All of them do,” Becca answered, maintaining her calm tone. “Otherwise, I doubt they’d love it as much as they do.”

Cassy continued to stare at the ceiling.

“So how about it, Mom? If you can’t have sex with me, would you like to have sex with Gina? Lynn? Lori?”

Cassy dropped her gaze from the ceiling and stared at her daughter. “Have you had sex with them?”

Becca smiled. “Definitely. And I’m going to again.”

Becca had no idea where her daring came from, but she realized that was certainly a bold statement. Becca was no longer upset or embarrassed. She decided she was who she was, and nothing would ever change that. She now knew that while her mom wouldn’t have sex with her, she might at least enjoy sex with another woman or girl. Becca was going to do her best to see to it that if her mother really wanted to have a lesbian affair, she would have an opportunity, even if it weren’t with her daughter. Besides, the idea of being in bed with her mom when she was with another woman or girl was almost as exciting as actually having sex with her.

Cassy looked up at the ceiling once again. She was trying to wrap her mind around the idea that Gina was involved sexually with her eleven and eight year old daughters. And not only that, the young girls loved the sex they had with their mom, as well as with other women, some of them complete strangers.

She tried to think back to her own youth, how it had been for her. She had discovered her pussy at an early age, or at least she had always thought it was early. She thought about what she would have thought if her own mother had come on to her. She had always known her mom was something of a slut anyway. Would a desire for her young daughter have been so far-fetched?

“Are they doing it right now?” Cassy asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“What about Evan?”

“I think maybe they should be the ones to tell you about that.”

“Do you think they’d mind if we, you know, went up there?”

“As long as you’re not going to freak out about it, I think it would be fine.” Becca thought maybe this would end well, after all.

When they got upstairs, they knocked on the bedroom door. When Lynn opened it about an inch, she smiled at Becca, but then her look turned to terror as she saw Cassy there, too.

“It’s okay. My mom knows. Can we come in?”

“We’re naked,” Lynn said, blushing.

“What if we get naked, too? Would it be alright then?” Becca asked.

A slow grin appeared on Lynn’s face.

“Becca!” Cassy hissed. She wasn’t sure about getting naked with her sister-in-law and the woman’s two young daughters, not to mention her own daughter. Lynn and Lori were, after all, her own brother’s daughters as well.

“Sure!” Lynn said in answer to Becca’s offer to get naked as well and opened the door wide.

Becca looked at the sexiest eleven year old she knew. Lori was on the bed, lying on top of the covers, totally naked and grinning at Becca and Cassy. Becca could see that her little-girl slit was reddened from having been manipulated, whether by hand, mouth, or both, she couldn’t tell.

Cassy took it all in as if she’d landed on a distant planet and was trying to figure out the customs of these beings.

They heard the toilet flush in the attached bathroom, where Gina obviously was, and listened as she washed her hands before coming out. “So, girls, what next?’ Gina said as she entered the bedroom, naked. She was pinching one of her nipples.

Gina froze in place, wondering how to handle this.

“It’s okay, Mom knows,” Becca said, “and while she’s rather shocked, she’s okay with it, aren’t you, Mom?”

Cassy nodded, staring at her beautiful sister-in-law.

“Hey! You said you’d get naked with us if I let you in,” Lynn said.

“So we did,” Becca answered and began to remove her clothes. Cassy stood there for a moment until Gina went to her and began to help her undress, pulling Cassy’s shirt over her head and off.

“You really have sex with your daughters?”

“You won’t call the cops on me?” Gina asked, pushing her sister-in-law’s shorts to the floor, followed by her panties. Cassy shook her head adamantly. “Then, yes, I do,” Gina continued. “Evan sometimes watches and the girls love to watch him fuck me or even jerk off, but he doesn’t do anything with them other than that. And Becca here, is quite the child-loving teen.” Gina smiled at Becca, who was stepping out of her panties, then looked back at Cassy, who was holding one hand in front of her pussy and had an arm draped across her breasts.

“Oh, no, we must get a look at you,” Gina said, urging the hand and arm away from where they hid Cassy’s nudity from them. Gina gasped.

“Oh, my God, Cassy. You’re… stunning!” Gina said.

“I am?” asked Cassy. She’d not been told anything like that in a long time.

“Yeah, Mom, you are,” Becca assured her.

“I can’t do anything with you, honey, but you are pretty stunning yourself,” she said, giggling nervously.

Becca felt a hand taking hers and pulling her toward the bed. She looked down at Lynn, who looked eager to get down to business. Lori made room for them.

“Let’s sit over here and watch,” Gina said, urging Cassy to sit on the small settee in the room and joining her. Cassy noticed their hips touching, and it felt like a live wire had touched her.

She did not shrink from the contact, however.

“You won’t believe how beautiful this is once you see it.”

“But… it’s incest,” Cassy said. “And pedophilia.”

“So? It’s all girls — girls who want exactly what is happening to happen. The biggest problem with incest is that it can make babies with severe birth defects. No such problem here,” said Gina, brushing a wisp of hair away from Cassy’s alabaster throat. The spot drew her, but she waited. She wanted to make sure Cassy was involved with watching the activity on the bed before making any moves on her.

Cassy watched as her daughter lay back. Lori went directly to her cousin’s breasts, licking all around them but ignoring the nipples for the moment. Cassy herself loved to be teased like that, and she marveled that the eight year old knew how to go about teasing someone in bed to lead to the best orgasms.

Lynn, meanwhile, lay on her tummy so that her butt was visible to her audience and she could get to Becca’s pussy. She knew her mom and aunt could also see the folds of her little twat between her slightly parted legs.

Staring at the beautiful sight, Cassy felt as if the little girl knew the effect such a position would have on them, and she could feel her pussy getting very wet — wetter than she would have ever thought it would given these circumstances.

Cassy could feel her breath begin to quicken as she watched Lori making oral love to Becca’s boobs. The little girl finally got to her cousin’s nipples, lavishing attention on them as if to make up for the teasing they had taken.

Becca’s breathing was becoming ragged as well.

Gina turned to Cassy. “So you don’t want to make love with your daughter?”

Cassy returned the look and shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it. It’s not that I’m not… well… turned on watching this very forbidden sex. It’s just that… well… I can’t.”

“I understand. What about sex with your nieces there. I know they’d adore making love to you.”

Cassy sighed deeply. Her reply shocked even her. “Are you sure they want to?” she asked, and Gina nodded. “Well… I would have never thought I would say this, but I wouldn’t rule it out.”

“And what about having sex with your sister-in-law. We’re not even blood relatives.”

“Oh, I definitely think that would be fine,” Cassy said before adding, “as long as my sister-in-law was okay with it, too.” She smiled at Gina, who returned the smile before moving in to kiss that luscious spot on Cassy’s throat.

Soon, the two women were completely involved with each other. Gina was squatting on the floor, her head between Cassy’s legs as Cassy remained on the settee.

Becca, who was now licking Lori’s soft pussy and giving her clit a tongue bath, noticed her mom and aunt. Her mom was looking at her licking the young girl and obviously enjoying the sight. Lynn was still between Becca’s legs, feasting on her older cousin’s pussy as if there would never be another chance to devour her.

Becca came first. When she did, she looked at her mother, who was still staring at the spectacle of her daughter with an eleven year old between her legs licking her pussy to orgasm, not to mention Becca’s own mouth, tongue, and lips working to bring Lori to a climax as well, which was exactly what happened. The little girl humped her pussy against Becca’s face and mouth as she came.

As she watched the lewd scene, Cassy could see the little girl’s juices literally running down her daughter’s chin.

Lynn, who still hadn’t come, walked boldly up to Cassy, climbed up onto the settee, and straddled her aunt’s face, lowering her soaking pussy onto the woman’s mouth as if she’d done it every day of her life.

It was at that moment that Cassy came. She had watched the young girl move into position over her and couldn’t believe the preteen was going to do what she did. The sheer eroticism of the moment pushed her over the edge and she came. The orgasm that consumed her felt better than any she’d had in months. Perhaps even years.

As Cassy came, Lynn continued to buck her small hips against her aunt’s mouth and chin to smear her juices on Cassy’s face.

A spell seemed to have been broken, and Cassy continued licking Lynn’s pussy. The woman had been reluctant to engage in such adult-child sex of any kind, but she found she was enjoying this much more than she ever would have thought possible. Cassy thought of how she had suggested that she might do this to the young girl, but she didn’t really think she would when the chance came. Therefore, she was both appalled by what was happening as well as turned on beyond belief. Perhaps because Lynn approached her for sex was the difference, but whatever it was, she realized she now loved little girl pussy.

As Becca watched what was happening with her mother and Lynn, Gina got up and took Lori’s hand. “Would you like to lick Mommy?” she asked, and the child smiled as if she’d just asked her if she wanted her favorite ice cream. It occurred to Becca that pussy juice may be the girl’s favorite food.

Gina lay on the bed in such a way as to assure that Cassy could see what Lori was doing to her.

Lori dived into her mother’s wet slit and began to lick her, covering her mother’s pussy with her mouth and licking hard while sucking gently.

In seconds, Gina, aware she was being watched, came in her daughter’s mouth. At that moment, Lynn came as well, continuing to smear her fluids on Cassy’s mouth and chin.

Later, they all lay on the bed, catching their breath and chatting.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try out your daughter?” Gina asked Cassy. “She’s great at licking pussy!”

“I know she is, but I have to pass for now. Who knows? Maybe I’ll change my mind someday.”

“I hope so,” Becca said.

Conversation stopped, and soon small snores could be heard as they all fell asleep for a brief nap. About an hour later, they awoke, and this time Cassy licked Lori and Gina to orgasms while Becca and Lynn watched and masturbated.

Becca felt she could do okay with her mom’s refusal to make love with her. After all, she would be the newest guest at the next meeting of The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, and that bond would last forever. As long as there were plenty of girls and women who enjoyed making love with each other like that, Becca would be just fine.

And then the teenager began to come again, watching her mother lick Lori’s little pussy.

Yep, she thought. Everything will be okay.

I certainly hope you enjoyed this ending!! Let me know in the comments if you did!

THE END

Cheryl Taggert

By Cheryl Taggert

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here. 

The women and girls each helped themselves to the refreshment of their choice. Most of the ladies had wine, and the girls had sodas, juice, or water. Snacks were shared and before long, they were all ready for the next phase of the orgy. The young girls were especially interested in the toys, most of them never having experienced that before.

They all sat down in various chairs and on the two sofas, with many of the younger girls choosing to sit on the floor. Carolyn stood in the center of the den and addressed the group.

“Tonight, my aunt Daphne surprised us when she arrived. We were expecting her, of course, but the surprise was a suitcase she pulled behind her. I, for one, wondered if Mom had asked her to come live with us, but no such luck.”

Everyone chuckled at this, and Donna replied, “I would, but I’m afraid your father might get suspicious when she spent more time in your bedrooms than her own,” causing more laughter.

Smiling at this comment, which was probably more true than most of the guests realized, Carolyn continued. “Anyway, she had this suitcase and when she opened it, my pussy clenched at the sight of dozens of toys and vibrators. I think my eyes may have bulged as well.” More laughter greeted this, especially when Daphne added, “They did.” Everyone was obviously in a wonderful mood, and the laughter was an indication of how close they had begun to feel in such a short period of time.

Turning to Daphne, Carolyn said, “Aunt Daphne, would you present us with your lovely contribution to tonight’s festivities?”

Daphne, who was sitting next to Becca, rose from her place on one of the sofas, removing her fingers from Becca’s pussy as she did.

“Hurry back,” Becca breathed.

“Woo-hoo!” Lisa shouted, and the room echoed her enthusiastic encouragement with comments of their own.

Daphne stood in front of the group and stuck the cream-covered fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking them clean. All sound in the room ceased, other than the sounds of breathing. Everyone was imagining the erotic experience of sucking Becca’s fluids from their own fingers. As Daphne looked around at the women and girls, she noticed more than one licking her lips subconsciously.

“Well, that was tasty,” she said, smiling at everyone. She licked and smacked her lips to emphasize this fact.

“Now,” she said, opening the suitcase and noting that all eyes were riveted on its contents. “The toys that can be found in here are available for whoever wants one. Each toy has been thoroughly cleaned with sterilizing wipes, and those requiring batteries have been supplied new ones. Feel free to explore what is in here; just don’t ask me for a recommendation. Each one is a favorite for its own reasons. As those of us who enjoy toys know, the sensations brought about by different ones are varied. That’s a good thing, since otherwise, all we would ever have is a dick-shaped dildo, as if all women want nothing more than the feeling of being fucked by a man when they masturbate.

“Personally,” Daphne continued, “I choose a toy based on my mood and the fantasy I’m having, because each one is different. If I’m feeling romantic,” she said, reaching into the open suitcase and rummaging for a few seconds to find the toy she was looking for, “I would choose this one.” She held up a soft glove, its exterior lined with a soft, washable material of some sort. She pressed a hidden button on the back of the glove, and it began to hum with the sound of the hidden vibrator that lay within the lining of the glove. “There are small, vibrating inserts sewn into the lining, lying flat in the fingers and palm of the glove,” she said, looking at the women and girls, the latter totally fascinated that such a thing existed.

“Lovely,” she added before switching it off and replacing it in the suitcase. “But it’s really more for when you’re alone, though it would be nice to have a lover massage you with it. It especially works well when I’m imagining myself with the latest girl I want to have sex with, but never have.”

“You mean every girl you’ve not yet had sex with?” Candace asked, a sly smirk on her face.

Daphne looked at Candace, displaying her own smirk. “Not every girl,” she said. “Just every girl I find the least bit attractive.” Everyone laughed again, including Daphne.

Then she continued, “When I want to have fun with someone else, I sometimes use one of my remote controlled vibrators, but some of these require panties.” She pulled one of these from the suitcase. “Still, it is easy enough to hold in place with your hand, which makes tickling your butthole easy while your friend controls the vibrations.

“Next,” Daphne said, “if I just want to get myself off over and over again, I will sometimes use one of the wands.” She held up a large body massager. A large, smooth dome sat on one end. The other end had a cord running from it. This one could be plugged into a wall outlet. Daphne showed them the cord. “One of the best things about this one is that you never have to worry about the batteries dying on you just at the wrong time, and the fact it can keep going and going means so can the orgasms.”

Ashley held her hand out to Daphne to take the wand from her.

“I think someone has already made a choice,” Daphne said, chuckling. Blushing, Ashley remained sitting where she was for the moment, holding the vibrator, not wanting to abandon the others for her own pleasure just yet. More than that, though, she didn’t want everyone to start watching her masturbate, which she was sure would happen if she decided to plug the toy in right then.

“Can I have one of the butterflies?” asked Lori. “I think they’re pretty!”

Daphne reached into the suitcase and pulled out one of the battery-operated Butterfly Traps. Lori stepped forward to get it and as she did, Candace reached up and rubbed the little girl’s bubble butt. Lori stopped and bent over a bit, allowing Candace to take a moment to caress the smooth, firm flesh and dip her finger into the crevice of the girl’s twat to lightly tweak the tiny clit. Candace noticed the eight year old was already wet.

“Can I get –” Susan began, but Daphne interrupted her.

“Actually, I’m going to let everyone help themselves to whatever they want to play with. I’m going to take this double-dildo for Becca and me,” the woman said, and she grabbed the twin phallus and rejoined the teenager.

“See? I hurried back,” Daphne said as she took the girl’s hand to lead her to a spot on the plush carpet where they could spread out and enjoy the toy.

The remaining guests stepped over to the suitcase to explore its contents and make their selection.

Ashley stepped behind Heather and waited until the young girl had made a choice, a bullet-shaped vibrator called a pocket rocket. Ashley had to smile at the difference in sizes. Her wand was enormous compared to the tiny vibrator Heather had chosen.

As soon as Heather made her choice, Ashley wrapped her hands around her from behind, cupping the girl’s blossoming boobs. “Care to have some fun together? I’ve fantasized about you since Monica told me how sexy you are.”

Heather smiled at the compliment and turned so she was facing her friend’s mother. “I’d love to.” Ashley moved in for a kiss that started out tender before blooming into a hot, spit-swapping promise of the fun to come.

Ashley guided the girl to a place on the floor beside a wall outlet, and lay down beside the slender nymph.

“Let’s start by watching each other,” Ashley said. Heather nodded. That had been exactly what she would have suggested.

The two sat on the carpet in a corner where they could watch the other, spreading their legs and staring at the wet slits that were leaking fluids.

Heather marveled once again at how much larger a mature pussy was than hers. Ashley was a slender, sexy woman, yet her pussy was noticeably bigger.

After plugging her wand in, Ashley switched it on to the lowest setting to start. Placing the bulb against her wet cunt, she jumped slightly at the intensity of the pleasure waves that swelled in her at first contact. This is going to be good, she thought to herself.

While they engaged in an activity as old as sex itself, they chatted.

“How young were you the first time you touched yourself cuz it felt good?” Heather asked.

“Oh, wow. I’m not sure. Really young, though. I was still a little girl. Seven, maybe? Perhaps even six. You?”

“About the same,” Heather said. “How old were you when you came the first time?”

“I remember I was in fifth grade, so ten.”

“What about doing it with another girl?”

“You mean masturbating or doing more?”

“Let’s start with masturbating.”

“Actually masturbating, ten or eleven. It was my best friend. Before that, though, some of my girlfriends and I fooled around some, but it was mostly kids’ games, like playing doctor.”

Heather twitched with the sensations that coursed through her. This toy was making her feel totally turned on. It felt so good! “You played that too?”

“Yeah. We always used it to get a look at each other, even though we were girls. I did play it with a boy once, though, but he wanted to do more than I did.”

Heather nodded. She understood how boys could be. Heather was thoroughly experienced with girls, of course, but she’d never done anything with a boy. In fact, she had no desire to ever try anything with one.

Heather looked around the room to see what others were up to and noticed Monica, doing basically the same thing with Heather’s mother, Cheryl, that Heather was doing with Monica’s mother. Carolyn was the final member of the Monica’s threesome. Each of them were also masturbating and looking at each other’s efforts. They, too, were taking the opportunity to chat.

“Look at your daughter,” Heather said. “How long have you wanted to have sex with her before doing it?”

“I honestly don’t know. It was something that just sort of happened, and when it did, I realized how much I’d longed for it. I just wasn’t sure when that desire started. I didn’t even know I wanted it before it finally happened. That sounds strange, I know, but it’s the truth. At least as close to the truth as I can understand.”

Heather’s breathing was becoming ragged with deep, shivering breaths filling her lungs. She could almost feel the oxygenated blood sweeping to her pussy where the small vibe was doing a fantastic job! She decided she would ask her mom for one of these.

A small moan caught their attention.

It was Becca, who had joined Daphne across the room on the floor where the two had the double-headed dildo shoved inside themselves.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” Becca said, exhaling a trembling breath. She and Daphne were riding against each other, one end of the dildo shoved into them. They bucked and grunted with their erotic efforts.

“Come with me, baby!” Daphne was saying. She had situated herself so she could watch the end of the toy plunging in and out of the teen’s pussy.

Daphne reached down to the springy latex and pushed the button hidden in the center, which was a small square of rubbery material that the two ends jutted from. The toy began to vibrate, causing the sensations flooding the women to double.

Becca could feel the approaching orgasm. “I’m gonna come!” she announced, only vaguely aware of the others in the room.

“Yes, baby, do it!” Daphne humped her hips, sliding her end of the dildo deeper inside herself, feeling the vibrations quivering against her clit.

Oh! Oh! Oh!” Becca panted, her brow furrowed in concentration. The entire universe seemed to exist only in one place: the small circle on the floor where she and Daphne were working to get themselves off.

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” Daphne grunted, nearly there.

“Fuck! Oh! OH! Shit!!” Becca gasped, and the orgasm took her.

Mmmmm!! YES!” Daphne screamed, drawing attention from everyone in the room.

The two bucked and heaved against each other, feeling the tremors shaking them, relishing the spasms that soared through them.

When they’d finished with their orgasms, they moved to lie beside each other, the dildo slipping out and lying on the carpet, humming and buzzing its delightful song of promised satisfaction. Daphne and Becca kissed each other tenderly for several minutes before they broke the kiss and looked into each other’s eyes.

Finally taking the time to look around, they found the others had returned their attention to where it needed to be — achieving their own orgasms.

They noticed Candace and Lori, who were lying in a sixty-nine position, but they were not licking each other, at least not yet. Each girl had a Butterfly Trap and was pressing it against the mound of the other.

These two girls, the youngest in the group, were humping their hips involuntarily to the sensations the toys were bringing their little pussies. Looking more closely, Daphne and Becca noticed that each girl had a finger inserted inside the other girl’s butt. Their fingers were gently fucking in and out. As they watched, Candace moved her head up to where she could lick Lori’s butthole. The shiver that shook the younger child made Daphne and Becca envious of the wonderful feelings Candace was giving her.

Soon, Candace announced she was about to come, and come she did. The ten year old seemed to blast off. She trembled and shook and sweated and shivered as wave after wave of pure bliss washed over her. The orgasm seemed to last forever.

Within a few seconds of the start of Candace’s climax, Lori entered her own state of delight. Her hips jiggled and the girl nearly sobbed, her orgasm was so amazingly strong. She had never experienced the sensations the Butterfly Trap was giving her, and consequently, the orgasm was different as well. Like Heather, she decided she would ask for one of these for Christmas or something.

Carolyn noticed the young girls’ responses to the climaxes that shook them and disentangled herself from Jennifer and Tina, even though they were still pleasuring each other with the toys.

“Time for a group grope!” she announced. “Let’s move into a pile on the floor where we can reach each other, kiss each other, eat each other. Whatever we want to do to the body nearest us.”

All the women and girls who had not come yet looked at Carolyn with half-lidded eyes that gleamed with lust. The announcement was an interruption, but they all smiled at the idea of being touched, kissed, and licked by a girl who merely happened to be close enough to do so.

The girls and women moved together, some crawling across the floor. Lisa and Daphne moved to where they could be near Lori, each knowing they didn’t want this fun to end without having a chance to lick the pussy of the youngest girl at the orgy.

Soon, the women and girls were a pile of hands, legs, feet, boobs, pussies, butts, lips and tongues. Each of them was involved with at least one other woman or girl.

Lisa and Daphne, aware of the intentional placements each had chosen, took turns licking Lori’s small, bald pussy. The tiny clit was clearly stiff and Lori was enjoying the attention from the two adults. While being licked by the women, Lori started out by sucking Carolyn’s boobs. Before long, she was touching, fingering, licking, or sucking various women and girls, usually totally unaware of which person she was pleasuring. And even as young as she was, she didn’t care. This was fun. That’s all she cared to know.

It was the same with most of the others. The women and girls were intent on satisfying whoever was available at that moment. Moans and groans and grunts punctuated the activities, with louder responses accompanying the many orgasms they were having.

Monica was literally sobbing, her orgasms were so magnificent. She wasn’t sure why she had started to cry, but she accepted it anyway, being thrilled by the wonderful sensations that flooded her body and brain. If someone had explained sensory overload to her at that time, she would have understood it clearly. She kept assuring everyone she was fine, that she was just having such a marvelous time. Soon, others accepted her emotional response without comment or worry.

Thirty minutes after the mass of bodies had come together to come together, they were lying back and separating enough to allow each other to get some air. They were all sated beyond their wildest hopes. Monica’s sobs settled to slight weeping before stopping altogether.

In the quiet that ensued, a sound could be heard, small and subdued. As she became aware of its source, Daphne began to laugh, though not with the gusto she would have laughed at the beginning of the orgy had the same thing occurred. It was a weak laugh, but it was as strong as her body could muster at that moment.

Mia heard it too. “What’s that noise? Is someone actually still using a toy?”

“No,” Daphne said, still laughing. “It’s the double-dildo Becca and I used. We left it on when we…” Her hand flitted through the air, as she searched for the right words. “You know…joined with everyone. The batteries are dying.”

Everyone laughed. The two had obviously been so engrossed with everything they had forgotten all about the toy they’d shared.

“May I suggest a dip in the pool to freshen us up?” Carolyn said, rising to retrieve the double dildo. Everyone agreed with her idea.

This time, swimming was what people were thinking about, but sedate swimming. Certainly nothing exuberant. They were all much too tired from the exertions of the past several hours.

On the way out to the pool, Carolyn glanced at the clock and found it was a little after midnight. This party had been a rousing success. She could tell by looking at Candace and Lori that they would be asleep within moments of placing their heads at rest, Candace in her bed and Lori in her mother’s car.

After they got out of the pool, everyone dressed. Carolyn volunteered to retrieve the clothes from Gina’s car for the woman and her daughters who had made their way into the house naked beneath large towels.

When everyone was ready to leave, Carolyn asked for a few minutes with them in the den so she could say good-bye.

After waiting until everyone was seated, Carolyn looked at the assembly of beautiful and loving women and girls. All of the mothers in the gathering had learned that sexual love between them and their daughters was fine as long as everyone involved was okay with it. The daughters all felt the same. Becca, she thought, was an apparent exception, but Carolyn saw no reason to mention that.

“Do you all know how beautiful you look right now?” she asked, unexpected tears gathering in her eyes as her voice strained with emotion. This response surprised her, and the tears began to flow.

Donna went to her and held her in her arms, trying to convey the depth of her love for her older daughter through the firmness of her embrace.

Candace, who was very tired, didn’t notice her sister’s tears at first. She’d been about to nod off in Becca’s lap. When she noticed her sister was crying, however, she looked up at her. “What’s wrong?” she asked, wondering what tragedy she’d missed. Her eyes instantly brimmed full and she began to cry as she ran to her sister and hugged her tightly around the waist.

Carolyn, aware Candace didn’t understand her tears, spoke reassuringly to her baby sister. “It’s okay, honey. I’m just happy about the orgy and how much fun everyone had. I just… well… I just love everyone here, that’s all. It kinda overwhelmed me for a second.”

Candace looked into her sister’s eyes, which were still full of tears, and jumped up, wrapping her arms around her big sister’s neck and kissing her tenderly. The sisters continued their hug once the kiss ended. “I love you, too,” she said to Carolyn.

This prompted everyone else to react as well. They rose as one and made their way around the room to each of the women and girls to express their love and how happy they were this party had happened.

Finally, Cheryl spoke up, addressing everyone in the room to express her thoughts from earlier that evening. “I was thinking just this evening as we were going outside to the pool that this is one very special group of women and girls. While I’m sure there are other groups like ours in the world, I am certainly not aware of one. I mean, look at us. We are a group of women and girls who love to make love to other women and girls, some as young as eight,” she said, looking at Lori, who was nearly asleep in Gina’s arms. “And some as old as –” she stopped abruptly. “Well, as old as older than that.” Everyone laughed, especially the adults.

“It occurred to me that with the exception of Gina and her daughters, we all live very close to each other and that it is certain this will repeat itself in the near future, and again and again after that. We’re sort of like, well, like a club. A very special club.”

A surprised gasp caught everyone’s attention. They looked at Susan and Heather, who were staring wide-eyed at each other, their mouths open in gaping surprise, the corners turned up in surprised smiles.

“What is it?” Cheryl asked her daughter, Heather.

“We nearly forgot!” Heather said.

“Forgot what?” Jennifer asked.

“We’re already a club! Heather and I decided that the last day of school! We even have a name for it!” Susan said.

“You mean the last day when I caught you two together in the woods?” Jennifer asked.

She noticed Gina looking at her, the question written all over her face. “It’s what started all this,” Jennifer said to the woman. “I caught these two sneaking off into the woods and followed them, guessing correctly what they were up to, a little girl-girl sex among the trees.”

Gina lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “Then here’s to suspicious teachers!” she said, raising an imaginary glass of wine to Jennifer.

“So you came up with a name for your club?” Lisa asked, getting the topic back on point.

“Our club!” Susan corrected, spreading her arms to indicate everyone in the room. “We called it ‘The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club’!” The girl grinned from ear to ear.

Everyone loved the name and said so, congratulating the young girls on such a wonderful club idea.

“Well, then, I move this meeting of The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club be adjourned!” Daphne shouted.

Carolyn looked at Heather and Susan. “Madam presidents?”

The two giggled at the title they now shared. “What?” Heather said.

“Say ‘All in favor?’!” Carolyn said.

“All in favor?” the two said in unison.

“AYE!” came the response, all from the adults since the kids did not understand Robert’s Rules of Order, and thus, were clueless about what was going on.

Neither girl knew what to do then. Carolyn leaned over to them and whispered to them the proper response.

“Meeting adjourned!” Heather and Susan said, giggling. The excitement had them fully awake now.

“Are you staying here for the night?” Gina asked Becca. “Or are you coming home?”

Becca looked around and saw the hope in Carolyn’s and Candace’s eyes. “I’ll stay here tonight and come home tomorrow, if it’s okay with Donna.”

“Of course it is, honey. You have an open invitation to stay with us!” Donna replied, so it was decided.

All the women and girls hugged one last time and everyone made their way out the door to their cars. Donna and her family, along with Becca, stood in the open front door and waved good-bye.

Closing the door behind them when everyone was gone, Daphne said, “The thing about a club is we need to have regular meetings.” A sly smile played along her lips.

“True,” said Becca. “I wonder when that could be?”

Donna spoke up, speaking to her daughters. “Your father will have to be out of town again in two weeks.”

They all smiled at each other, the plans already hatching. Then Daphne began to strip again and looked at her nieces.

“Anyone need to pee?”

Moments later, Donna watched in fascination as her daughters stood in the tub and peed on their Aunt Daphne. Candace squatted over her aunt’s breasts and the warm urine spilled out of her, covering the woman’s boobs. Daphne’s hand was rubbing her pussy, which was also being pissed on by Carolyn.

“I have one freaky family,” Donna said, sitting on the toilet to pee.

The next thing she knew, Carolyn and Candace both had placed their hands in their mother’s stream. Donna looked at Becca, who was not taking part in any of it, but was watching it with obvious enjoyment, as if seeing the girls peeing on their aunt and playing with their mother’s pee turned her on.

“Don’t look at me,” Becca said. “I’m just a guest here.”

Continue on to Chapter 31 — and two alternate endings!

By Cheryl Taggert

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“I’m starving,” Gina said, heaving a sigh of satisfaction.

“You can’t be. I saw you eating just a moment ago,” Lisa teased.

They all chuckled at this.

“Okay, I’m starving for food for my stomach!” Gina said, amending her comment and laughing as she sat up to stare, bleary-eyed, at the women and girls lying about the room. She laughed again. “It looks like everyone just dropped to the floor and got busy with sex!” she said.

Everyone joined in laughing as they looked around and realized it did indeed look as if they had just dropped where they were to fuck, not wishing to take any extra time to actually find a place to surrender to their desires. The funniest part was how true it was.

They rose from their places and went into the kitchen. Hors d’oeuvres were brought out. Those that needed to be heated up were popped into their new high-speed oven that could heat things up in less than two minutes.

Cheryl marveled at this piece of kitchen equipment that was not a microwave oven, so the food came out hot but not with that microwave chewiness or cold spots. When she was told the price range for what was essentially a commercial oven, she decided microwaving might not be that bad.

They enjoyed quesadillas, cold cuts, various cheeses, chips and dips, and soft drinks, water, or wine, which was reserved for the adults as well as Carolyn and Becca, if they wanted it.

The eating broke up when Tina started putting ranch dip on her sister’s nipples and licking it off.

“Let’s all take a dip in the pool or hot tub!” Carolyn suggested, and of course, everyone loved the idea. It was a very warm night, and the pool would feel wonderful after sex and light refreshments. Donna, being overly cautious out of habit, instructed the girls to avoid swimming too strenuously so as not to get cramps. Everyone got a chuckle from this, since actually swimming wasn’t on anyone’s mind.

As the naked parade moved toward the sliding glass doors that led to the pool area, Cheryl said to Donna, “Your location for this type of party is ideal.”

“Yes, I know. We have the tall privacy fence, just in case someone wants to snoop, but that’s also the best thing about buying multiple lots when we built our home. My husband and I wanted complete privacy, so we bought ten lots, creating a long rectangle. We have neighbors across the street, but nobody on either side or behind us for a couple hundred feet. Nobody can see us — or hear us!” Donna replied, giggling at a sudden image of the police showing up if they were not so isolated. In her momentary fantasy, they were all attractive female cops who would join in on the orgy.

“I was wondering why the house was all alone on this side of the street,” Cheryl said and smiled at the woman, thinking how wonderful it was to meet new people like this, especially those interested in the naughtier, forbidden joys of life. She could see this kind of party happening on a somewhat regular basis, at least when Donna’s husband was out of town, which she’d been told was fairly often. Only Gina and her daughters did not live nearby. It was as if they had their own, private club.

As they entered the water recreation of their choice — pool or hot tub — many gravitated to the places where sexual stimulation could take place, namely the massage jets in the hot tub and the filter jets in the pool.

“Mmmm… I love these water jet massages,” said Jennifer, hanging to the edge of the pool and allowing the water to hit her pussy.

“Can I try it?” Lori asked. She had never experienced stimulation from a pool filtration system before, though she had, of course, discovered the joys of her shower massage unit at home.

“Sure, baby,” Jennifer said and reached for the girl’s slim body, cupping her cute butt and allowing a finger to stray to the child’s rosebud. Lori giggled at the contact.

“Is it okay if I play with you down there while you enjoy the pool jets?” Jennifer asked.

Lynn, who was there as well, said, “If she says no, she’s lying,” and laughed. “You can stick your pinkie finger inside her butt, even. She loves that.”

“Do you?” Jennifer asked Lori, who just grinned and nodded.

Jennifer’s heartbeat increased as she worked her finger into the girl. Lori had managed to place her pussy directly in front of the jet of water and uttered a startled, “Ahh!” at the lovely sensation coupled with the finger entering her butt. “It’s…it’s just like the shower thing at home,” she said.

“Do you want me to keep my finger there?” Jennifer asked, and Lori nodded again, too involved with the thrills that were spreading throughout her body to speak.

Keeping her pinkie inside Lori’s butthole, Jennifer moved her index and middle fingers to Lori’s small slit and spread the outer labia to improve the contact of the water shooting directly at the little girl’s clit. Lori inhaled a shuddering gasp when she felt the jet striking her fully exposed clit.

Jennifer jerked her head at Lynn in a “come over here” gesture, and the eleven year old complied eagerly.

“Yeah?” she asked the young teacher.

“Would you like to help me with something?”

“Sure.”

“Would you touch me?”

“Where?”

Jennifer smiled, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Anywhere you want.”

Lynn blushed at how silly her question had been, as if the woman with her finger in her little sister’s butt would want her to massage her shoulders or something.

The young girl reached down with one hand and began to finger the woman, who was wet with more than just pool water. She noticed Jennifer’s boobs were above the water, the nipples perhaps an inch above its surface, so she placed her lips on the soft globe and began to suckle her like a baby starving for her mother’s milk.

Jennifer glanced around, thinking that if she died right now, she wouldn’t know the difference, since this strongly resembled what heaven would be like for her. Her eyes fell on Tina and Candace who were nearby. Tina was positioned where another pool jet could masturbate the young girl, and Candace was sitting on the edge of the pool, her legs spread wide. Tina had her head seemingly glued to the girl’s pussy. While Jennifer watched, Ashley stepped up to Candace and offered the young girl her pussy. Candace grasped the woman’s butt and pulled her hips to her face. Jennifer could see by Ashley’s face that the girl knew exactly what to do.

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Tina delighted in the massage the pool’s filter jet was giving her pussy. She considered staying right there for the next hour but knew other things were planned for the party.

She leaned back from pleasuring her new friend and stared at the hairless pussy presented to her. She could really get to like this girl, Candace. She now knew where the girl lived, which wasn’t that far from her own home, maybe a fifteen-minute bike ride, and she hoped to be able to get with her often.

Her mouth was devouring Candace’s cunt, the taste of the fresh juices like the sweetest honey in the world. Ashley, Monica’s mother, had stepped over to them and was letting Candace lick her pussy while Tina enjoyed her little snack.

Meanwhile, the jet was doing its job as well. Tina could feel the orgasm building inside her, and was rocking her hips back and forth, doing her best to maintain the most enjoyable contact and angle.

About the same time Candace’s hips began to rock with abandon as her own climax soared through her, Tina felt her own orgasm tumble through her. Seconds later, Ashley joined them. Their moans and cries of ecstasy drew the attention of several of the small groups that had formed.

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Daphne had her hand under the water of the hot tub and was massaging Susan’s pussy, and the girl was returning the favor. She had been kissing Susan, but the sounds of coming caused her to look over and see that Candace, Tina, and Ashley were enjoying each other to the furthest extent possible.

Daphne realized she wanted to eat Susan’s delectable little cunt and, as was her habit, took action to accomplish that immediately.

“Here, sweetie. Come squat over my face. I need to lick you. Make you come.”

Susan didn’t hesitate. The thought of this sexy woman licking her like that made her pussy spasm. Squatting over Daphne, she lowered her pussy to the waiting mouth.

Daphne reached up with her tongue and delicately swabbed the clit, feeling the small nubbin of flesh while tasting the girl’s juices. Then the woman adjusted herself a bit higher and covered the preteen snatch with her mouth, using her lips to increase Susan’s pleasures. She loved this feeling of having a young girl’s twat pressed against her mouth, tasting the most intimate cream a woman could produce for the first time. She lived for this moment. In other words, Daphne was in her own personal heaven.

Susan wasn’t far behind. Her body jolted and spasmed from the contact. It was as if every square inch of her pussy was in a heightened state of awareness, able to feel the slightest touch as well as the caress of the lightest breeze on any exposed skin.

She began the climb toward what she could already tell would be a massive orgasm.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another group, but her mind was so involved in what was happening below her waist she couldn’t make out who it was.

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Cheryl noticed Susan glance her way. She was sitting in one of the poolside chairs, her legs spread. She smiled at her but could tell the girl was too far along toward a climax to notice.

Mia, Susan’s mother, was kneeling on a cushion between Cheryl’s legs and doing her best to give the mother of her daughter’s best friend an orgasm that would lead to more lovemaking long after this orgy had ended. Mia had always thought Cheryl was a beautiful lady.

Cheryl’s attention moved to what was going on with herself and Mia. The woman definitely knew how to please another woman; that was certain.

At that moment, Lisa stepped up behind Mia and crouched down, placing the cushion she was carrying on the cement and kneeling to where she could get at Mia’s cunt.

Cheryl could feel Mia gasp at the contact between Lisa’s mouth and Mia’s pussy. It had been an unexpected pleasure for the woman.

Susan’s climax once again garnered Cheryl’s attention for a moment as the girl screamed out her intense come. When she looked back at Mia and Lisa, who were spread out in front of her, she noticed they had been joined by someone else.

Carolyn was now moving to where she could lick Lisa. What had started as a pair of neighbors was becoming a chain. Groans and muffled grunts spread through the air, enhancing the sexual thrills of everyone there.

As Carolyn took her place behind Lisa to lick her pussy and butthole, she got a glimpse of Monica, Heather, and Gina moving around the hot tub to arrange positions to make love.

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Gina and the two young girls had been watching Daphne eating Susan to an incredible orgasm. Now that the girl had come, they wanted to get at each other’s bodies, so they moved around in the hot tub, which appeared to be boiling from the water jets. Monica thought it could be boiling from the heat generated by the two women and five young girls who were enjoying themselves there.

Gina sat up on the edge of the Jacuzzi and looked at Daphne, who was doing the same. They would each have young girls licking them and working to bring them to smashing orgasms.

Susan, Heather, and Monica grinned at each other as they moved into position to make love to the two women. Gina and Daphne spread their legs to give the girls plenty of room.

“One of us should do their boobs,” Heather said.

“Yeah,” said Monica. “Then the other two can take turns licking them down here.”

“Whatcha mean take turns? There are two of us and two of them,” Heather said, her brow furrowing.

“Switch between them. You know. Like, I’ll do one and you do the other for a while, and then we switch partners.”

“Oh!” Heather said, smiling. She liked the idea of being able to compare the two women’s pussies.

“Are you okay with licking and sucking their boobs?” Monica asked Susan.

“Sure,” she said, and moved to begin making love to the four mounds of flesh.

As Susan began licking Daphne, she used her hands to pinch the nipples of the ladies as well.

Daphne had large nipples, big enough that they covered an area several inches across. The center of each nipple was rather small, though, but they stuck out from the woman’s titties about a quarter of an inch. It was the areola that were so big. Susan tongued the woman’s left nipple.

Because Daphne was on Gina’s right, the girl could reach out with her left hand and play with Daphne’s right breast while playing with each of Gina’s breasts with her right hand. She listened to the women’s breathing as their bodies responded to the girls’ lovemaking.

Heather started with Gina and Monica began with Daphne. Neither girl had ever done anything with either of these women. Like the adult women, these girls enjoyed “new” partners. They loved comparing how women’s bodies were so different.

Both Gina and Daphne were shaved and waxed to remove any stubble. Their pussies were as smooth as when they were little girls, but they were much larger now. Monica and Heather considered it to be just more flesh to make love to. But the difference was notable.

Not only that, but while Monica or Heather certainly got wet, these adult women would flood their pussies with cream.

And these two girls loved the taste of a woman’s cream.

Gina raised her butt from the Jacuzzi’s edge to meet Heather’s mouth as it slurped up the woman’s juices and sent her tongue into the creases of the horny woman’s vagina. Heather took advantage of this quick move to move her hands to cup Gina’s butt cheeks and use her thumbs to gently massage the tiny butthole.

Gina gasped and moaned slightly at this wonderful contact, whispering, “Oh, God, yes” to encourage Heather.

Monica pushed two fingers into Daphne’s pussy and finger-fucked the woman slowly. Her mouth glued itself to the pussy and drank the fluids that fairly dripped from deep inside the vagina.

Susan had moved to suck, lick, and chew Gina’s boobs. Gina had brown nipples. The center of each nipple stuck out at least an inch. The young girl moved from one tit to the other, hungrily making oral love to them and wishing that she could actually get milk from them.

Soon, the women were approaching orgasms. Heather and Monica had switched back and forth several times and were becoming familiar with the differences in the two women’s cunts.

They noticed already that while the flavor was basically alike, there were slight differences. Daphne’s pussy cream had a stronger taste than Gina’s. Her scent was slightly stronger as well.

Heather could feel Monica’s hand grasping at her hips, attempting to raise the girl’s butt out of the water of the hot tub. When Heather complied, Monica began to massage the other girl’s pussy while licking Daphne’s pussy. Monica had raised her butt and pussy up as well, and Heather took the hint, copying Monica’s hand movements as well. Neither young girl was close yet, but with the sexual frenzy all around them, it wouldn’t take long.

While the three youngsters made love with the two women, they could hear moans coming from all over the pool area.

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Donna and Becca had spent a long time just kissing, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. They were sitting on an outdoor loveseat, their arms around each other. Neither was in a hurry to come; they knew there would be ample time for that. Instead, they were just enjoying the feel of relaxing with each other.

They broke the kiss, and Becca sat beside her best friend’s mother. Donna could tell something was on the girl’s mind.

“Is everything okay? This isn’t too much for you, or anything, is it?”

Becca looked at the woman and smiled. “No, definitely not. I could do this every weekend except when I’m on my period.”

Donna smiled. “Well, something’s on your mind.”

“I guess it’s just.” She paused, searching for the right words and realizing Donna was just the person to talk to about this.

“Just what?” Donna asked, urging her to talk.

“Can I ask you something personal? Really personal, actually.”

“Sure, hon.”

Becca looked at her lap instead of at Donna. She couldn’t meet her eyes when she asked this. “How long did you think about having sex with Carolyn and Candace before you did it?”

Donna was surprised by the question. Shocked even. It was the last thing she expected Becca to ask her.

“To be honest, I’m not sure. The idea really didn’t occur to me until the day it happened.”

“You hadn’t, you know, thought about it before?”

“Well, I’m not sure you’d call it thinking about sex with my daughters. I just noticed they were growing up, especially Carolyn.”

“Did you ever…you know…fantasize about them?”

Donna sat thinking for a moment. She definitely recognized their beauty and had seen their sensuality, even in Candace, who was still only ten. She knew that Carolyn masturbated and had sort of pictured it before in her mind, but while she hadn’t gotten horny thinking about it, she did enjoy the image. She explained this to Becca.

“Okay,” Becca said when Donna had finished her explanation, at least the only one she could offer.

“What’s up, honey? Tell me. Maybe I can help.”

Becca heaved a sigh. “Well, it’s just that Carolyn and Candace have wanted to have sex with you for ages. I never really thought of my mom like that, but I’m kinda wondering if she’s ever thought about it. And then the other girls came over tonight, and they all are having sex with their moms. I’m the only weirdo here.”

Donna laughed. “Sweetheart, I don’t know that I’d call you a weirdo for that. Yes, you are the only one here not involved in an incestuous relationship with your mother. But that doesn’t make you weird. Most of society would say the rest of us are the weird ones.”

“I know, but most of society doesn’t hang out with the same crowd I do.”

Donna chuckled again.

“I’m being serious,” Becca protested.

“I know. I’m not laughing at you in that way. I just think it’s kinda funny that we are considered the weirdos, but look at how happy we all are.”

“That’s my point. I’m wondering if I’d be happier if I had a relationship with her the way Carolyn has with you.”

“Look around, Becca. The people here are having the time of their lives. There’s not one person here who’s not having fun. Well, except for you, but I know that will change in a few minutes when we reach a conclusion about this.”

“It’s just that my mom is basically the only really close relative I could have sex with. I know Gina’s my dad’s sister, and her daughters are my cousins, but I’m talking about really close incest.” Becca paused, thinking. “I wish I had a sister,” she said.

“In a way, you do.”

“Who?”

“Carolyn.” Donna considered for a moment. “Not to mention Candace. She absolutely adores you!”

“I guess so, but I wish I knew what my mom thought about me and, well, sex.”

“With her?”

Becca nodded.

“Well, you could ask her yourself, you know.”

Becca looked at Donna as if she’d just suggested jumping into a bonfire.

“I’m serious. I don’t mean go up to her and say, ‘Hey, Mom, what do you say we try out some sex with each other?’ I mean you can have a heart-to-heart discussion about sex and desire. I’m willing to bet she’d be amenable to that, at least. I’m sure she knows you have sexual feelings. My God! You’re seventeen. Sex is supposed to be practically all you think about.”

“Practically?” Becca asked, smiling. “More like 100% of the time.”

“True. You do have a wonderfully active libido. And who knows? Maybe if you two talk about sex and desire, the situation will present itself that the two of you can be even more honest with each other.”

Becca smiled at the mother of her best friend and leaned forward for a kiss.

The kiss went from tender to passionate in no time. Soon Becca was laying Donna back on the loveseat and positioning herself so the two of them could hump each other’s thigh. It was one of Becca’s favorite ways to have sex with another girl. Donna, too, recalled when she and Daphne used to do the same when they were children.

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All of the women and girls managed to reach a climax in the ensuing minutes. They stayed where they were when the afterglow of sex set in.

Then Carolyn was up and being the party’s hostess once again.

“Let’s go back inside and get more refreshments. Then we can explore the suitcase full of toys my aunt brought with her.”

“What kind of toys?” Lori asked, and the adults laughed.

“The kind every woman…and girl…loves!” Daphne said, and bowed when spontaneous applause greeted her words.

Continue on to Chapter 30