Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Rising to her feet, Jessica helped Sally up from the sofa, tugging her arm as she led the giggling teen from the living room to the stairs. They almost ran up and into the master bedroom and, once inside, Jess turned quickly, pulling Sally to her for another hungry kiss.

After a moment, she broke away, her hands on the teenager’s shoulders. “Sally… are you sure that you want this?”

“More than anything,” Sally responded, a little out of breath but with a bashful smile.

“Undress me,” Jess said, more begging than commanding.

She felt intense excitement, flavoured with a hint of fear as, with clumsy but very eager fingers, Sally unbuttoned her employer’s blouse and pushed it over her shoulders. Jess shook the garment off and cast it aside as Sally looked for the skirt zip before grasping the metal tab and sliding it down, then pulling at the snug material to allow it to drop to the floor.

Thankful that she’d selected some of her more provocative underthings that morning, Jess stood in a skimpy bra and matching panties before the awestruck teen.

“Oh Jessica, you’re so beautiful.” The young girl slowly reached out to stroke the top of a breast, and Jess reached behind her back to undo the clasp, letting the bra drop forward off her arms. Sally’s eyes widened before she drew closer — bending down to lightly flick a nipple with the tip of her tongue, then swirling it gently round the aureole before taking the tip of the breast into her mouth.

A moan escaped Jessica’s lips as she let her head loll back. The warmth of Sally’s mouth felt lovely, as did the rapid circles her tongue made around the throbbing nipple. As if with a nursing child, Jess cradled the teen’s face to her chest.

After awhile, Sally switched to the other breast and lavished it with equal attention, at least until Jess said, “Oh, my darling, that feels divine… but I need to kiss you again.”

Releasing her lover’s nipple, Sally straightened herself, and her mouth met Jessica’s in a heated kiss — this time more blatantly sexual than before, their tongues engaged in a tarantella of lust. The girl finally pulled away to gaze lovingly into Jessica’s eyes, then took a step back, crossing her arms to slide the thin straps of her dress down over her shoulders, until gravity took over and the gossamer fabric slid down with a whisper to pool at her feet.

Jess gasped as she stood before this blonde goddess, smitten by the sight of her bare breasts. “Oh my God! You’re — you’re absolutely gorgeous.” She could no longer contain her hunger for Sally, no longer caring that the girl was less than half her age. Christ, it only makes me want her even more.

Just as Sally had, Jessica reached out to cup those pliant globes in her hands, then bent down to lick and suck at the nipples. She couldn’t keep that up for very long, though, as the sight of the girl’s gauzy knickers — the only thing Sally still had on, other than a cute pair of lime-green socks — reminded Jess of the one part of her new lover that she had yet to see.

Going down on her knees before the girl, Jess hooked her fingers in the elastic of Sally’s panties, pulling them down to join her dress, both items now ringing the girl’s ankles. Sally deftly stepped out of them, then stood motionless before Jessica, presenting her nude body to the older woman.

Jess remained on her knees, drinking in the vision of the teen’s bare beauty. Her eyes drifted to Sally’s vulva, which was baby-smooth — innocent of a single pubic curl.

“I… I shaved it for you,” the girl said.

“Lovely,” breathed Jessica, “so lovely…”

Placing both hands on Sally’s hips, she nuzzled the girl’s belly, losing herself in its unimaginable softness before she began to plant kisses on the lightly tanned skin. Her arms twined around the teen’s back to cup her taut bum, drawing Sally even closer as Jess slowly worked her kisses lower, making a path to the prize she longed for most of all: her lover’s tantalising slit.

Its heady, yet somehow delicate scent was overwhelming, and she inhaled deeply before her tongue emerged to trace along the moist cleft, parting Sally’s labia to expose her protruding clitoris, which Jessica teased with a small lick. Sally inhaled sharply, then moaned, “Oh… oh, my God.”

Jess brought her hands round to pry Sally’s pussy open with her thumbs, revealing more of the pink interior of her cunt. She licked again at the nubbin of flesh as the girl’s trembling hands clutched her head, pulling her in.

Sally was now moving her hips forward and bending her knees, trying to get as much of Jessica’s tongue inside her as possible. Jess stiffened two fingers and eased them into the dripping tunnel, pistoning them in and out, causing the mewling teen’s warm, thick fluids to coat her fingers and hand. She was fucking the sixteen-year-old hard and fast, sucking on her fleshy clit all the while.

Suddenly the girl gave a choked cry that made Jess pause momentarily, worried about her — but Sally just tugged her back in, gasping, “Please don’t stop, please. Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck… Jessica, I–“ just before emitting a loud cry of rapture as she came in her older lover’s face.

Hope I’ve got the windows closed all the way, Jess thought. No telling what the neighbours will make of a row like that!

As the youngster’s ecstasy subsided, Jess studied her wet fingers, bringing them to her nose to sample the heady scent before slipping them into her mouth to suck. Glancing up at the flushed teen, she saw that Sally was smiling, extending her arms.

“I want a taste, too,” she said. “Kiss me, Jessica.”

Rising to her feet, Jess kissed the girl deeply, sharing the flavour of Sally’s pussy between them. They held each other tightly for a moment, then Sally looked into the woman’s eyes. “My God, that was amazing. I never knew sex could be like that. I can’t believe you’ve never done that before!”

“It was just instinct, really… I did what I like having done to me,” Jess said, knowing that she didn’t dare tell Sally about the only full-on lesbian sex she’d had — with her daughter Alice.

“Yeah, well, now it’s my turn,” Sally said. “I’ve been dreaming about making love to you all week.” Drawing close, she kissed the redhead once again before kneeling before her. She tugged Jessica’s lavender coloured panties down her thighs, then leaned in to place tender kisses on the woman’s vulva, burying her nose in the dark auburn pubes.

Jessica twined her fingers through Sally’s blonde tresses as the teen began to lick her. “Oh, my stars, Sally, that feels lovely.”

The girl looked up at her, a wolfish grin on her lips. “Get up on the bed, Jessica… I want to really go down on you.”

Without a word, Jess stepped out of her knickers and moved round the kneeling teenager to lie on her bed in a sitting position, back against the headboard, legs spread wide apart in open invitation.

Climbing onto the bed at its foot, Sally crawled toward Jess on her belly, homing in on the object of her desire. As she reached Jessica’s cunt, she dove in tongue first, licking up the sweet nectar that was already oozing from her lover’s pussy, flowing down the crack of her arse and seeping into the sheets. Spying the woman’s clitoris, Sally interrupted her licking to take the pink bud between her lips and suck it like a tiny nipple.

“Th-that’s it, Sally!” Jessica gasped. “Now p-put your fingers inside me, fuck me!”

The sixteen-year-old obliged, plunging two fingers into the juicy opening. Jess cried out, lost in a firestorm of ecstasy and lust, but she was still lucid enough to moan, “More… please, more.”

Sally added a third finger, soon deciding that her lover was wet enough to take a fourth. She plunged those fingers in and out, her arm pumping like a crankshaft, wondering if it was possible to get her thumb inside, too. Then she could fist Jessica’s cunt, just like Sally had seen done in the lesbian porn clips she often watched on her computer.

She didn’t get the chance to, though. Jess was thrashing about wildly, caught up in an explosive climax, clawing blindly at the bedsheets with both hands as Sally fucked her into a lather.

As Jessica’s orgasmic rapture began to wane, it somehow began to build once more, and then she was coming again. Sally’s lips were glued to her clit, and the girl’s fingers sawed in and out in a hard, steady rhythm, each stroke a burst of coloured lights and clanging bells that filled the woman’s head to bursting.

Finally she managed to stammer, “N-no more, Sally, that’s g-good for now…” then went completely limp when the teen withdrew her hand.

Sally sucked at her pussy-glazed fingers, looking on with satisfaction at her flushed, panting lover.

Jess took a few deep breaths, then extended her arms, reaching for the young girl. “C’mere, you.”

With a bashful grin, Sally laid down on top of the woman and they embraced, their sweat-soaked bodies sliding together deliciously. They kissed for a long, lovely while, until the younger girl recalled something she wanted to try from the porn clips she’d studied. Raising herself up, Sally turned herself 180 degrees so that she was facing Jessica’s feet, presenting her cunt to the woman beneath her. She bent her head to lick at her lover’s beautiful pussy, still dripping with sweet sticky nectar.

As for Jess, she was mesmerised by Sally’s lovely smooth peach, now inches from her face. She pulled the girl down, lifting her head to probe the juicy slit with her tongue.

They took their time with the lovemaking, both applying long, slow strokes of the tongue, pushing them in as deeply as they were able, but deliberately avoiding their clits before each finally sensed that the other’s climax was drawing near.

Acting on an unheard but clearly sensed signal, the two women increased the speed of their flicking tongues, now seeking out the nubs of sensitive flesh. Jess took Sally’s clit between her lips and alternated between sucking and teasing it with her tongue. As she increased the tempo of her licks, she felt Sally doing the same.

Within seconds, the two lovers were both jerking their hips, shivering from head to toe as they came, moaning their ecstasy into each other’s cunts.

They lay spent for a few moments, then the younger woman turned to lie by Jessica’s side. They both turned to face the other, Sally speaking first. “Was that okay? Did I do it right?”

Jessica moved closer to place a soft kiss on the girl’s lips, then gave her a warm smile. “Well, as I said, I’m no expert, but I don’t see how you could have bettered that performance, love. It was perfect.”

“It was perfect for me, too,” Sally said, blushing slightly. “I’m glad my first time was with you.”

Jess looked into Sally’s eyes. “Have you really never done anything like this before?”

“No,” replied the blonde, brushing the sweat-dampened hair from her face, “Not even with a boy. Oh, I let one touch my boobs once, but he was so rough. Then I saw a film called Bound, with these two hot lesbian lovers in it, and that made me decide I wanted to try it with a girl. But so far I’ve been too scared to approach another girl in case she isn’t gay, and I can’t really tell who is.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I don’t know how I got the nerve to kiss you when I did… guess I just wanted to so much that I couldn’t stop myself. Sure glad I did it, though.” She paused, gave Jess a longing look. “Um, can we maybe do this again sometime?”

Jess studied the sixteen-year-old. “Well, I’d certainly like to. I mean, we can’t jump into bed every afternoon, but… if an opportunity comes up for us to — to be together… well, I’d be into it. Unless you, y’know, get a real girlfriend or something.” Jess realised she was rambling aimlessly, so she shut up.

The teen looked adoringly into her eyes and said “I’d like that very much.”

Jess smiled and in the corner of her eye saw her bedside clock. “Shit, it’s nearly 3 o’clock; the girls will be home from school soon!” She jumped from the bed. “Come on, sweetheart, you’d better get dressed.”

Sally quickly stepped into her dress, while Jess slipped into a robe, wistfully watching the girl’s naked body disappear. God, I already want her again. I’m turning into a lesbian nymphomaniac.

As Jess was gathering her own clothes from the floor, she picked up Sally’s damp panties. On a sudden urge, she brought them to her nose and inhaled deeply, savouring the now familiar scent of the blonde cutie she had just ravished. Watching her with a smile, Sally said, “You can keep those, if you like.”

Jess pushed them into the pocket of her robe and hugged Sally. “Thanks, love. For… for everything,” she said, as they made their way to the front door.

Sally turned. “Thank you, Jessica. You don’t know how much this meant to me.” She leaned in to plant a lover’s kiss on Jessica’s lips, then gave her a warm, affectionate hug — more like a daughter than a lover, actually.

She turned to open the door and left, giving a backward glance, smiling and blowing a kiss before turning to leave.

Jess shut the door, leaning against it. God… I hope I know what the hell I’m doing.

She went back upstairs to straighten the bed and put on some casual gear, pausing to brush her hair before the girls got home.

*****

Ever since that wonderful night with Mum, Alice could think of little else besides lesbian sex. Fantasies of women and girls cluttered her days, filled her nights. Watching TV, listening to music, riding to school — whatever she did, these desires intruded. Even reading the Harry Potter books led to a long reverie about what making love with Hermione Granger would be like.

More than anything, she wanted to have sex with Mum again. But she could tell that her mother felt guilty about what they’d already done, and would probably refuse to allow Alice to sleep with her a second time. If only I knew what she was thinking! she told herself again and again.

As it was, she couldn’t summon up the courage to make a move, to come on to Mum the way she did on that amazing night, now over a week ago.

But she very much wanted to have sex again, so Alice was thinking in terms of other potential lovers.

She’d explored kissing and some touching with her friend Bella — the daughter of Rachel, who Alice had seen making out with Mum a couple of weeks ago. But Bella was much too timid, always backing out when things were just beginning to get hot.

Then there was her other friend Azumi, the one who had two mums and had actually seen them doing it. Alice figured that she had to at least be interested in fooling around with another girl. But no; Azumi had gone boy crazy, and only wanted to talk about guys she liked.

Alice had found someone to set her sights on, though. The insight had come to her while she was checking out lesbian sex stories at the erotica site she liked, the one where she’d first encountered the idea of mothers and daughters becoming intimate — which had led to her seeing Mum as a potential lover.

But there was another kind of story she enjoyed, with a theme that this website explored in abundance: the ones that depicted love between sisters.

There was one tale, “Wanting Amber,” about a teenage girl who found herself with a helpless crush on her ten-year-old sister. It was accompanied by a photo of two cute young girls in their underwear, clearly about to kiss. The story and the picture aroused Alice so strongly that she had to finger her pussy right there and then — and she brought herself to an incredible orgasm, thinking all the while about her little sister Katie.

It made perfect sense. There was an obvious advantage to having a lover whose bedroom was right next door to hers… and Alice’s nine-year-old sister was a beloved friend as well as a sibling. Best of all, Katie was too cute and adorable for words, and looked positively scrumptious in her knee-length nightshirt.

That was the rub, though — it had been over a year since Alice had seen Katie in anything skimpier than that nightshirt. For some reason, her sister had become ridiculously bashful about her body, always dressing and undressing behind closed doors, never going about in her undies. In fact, the last time the family had gone to the seaside, Katie had even refused to go swimming — never mind that Mum had bought a lovely one-piece bathing costume for her to wear.

That’s the first step, Alice told herself. I need to get her feeling okay with being naked around me. And she quickly came up with a scheme to do just that.

When Saturday morning came around, she waited for Katie to take her shower. Their bedrooms were connected by a bath that they both used, while Mum shared hers with their baby sister Poppy.

Soon as Alice heard the water start, she quickly shucked the t-shirt and knickers she slept in and got into her baby-blue dressing gown with nothing on underneath. Grinning, she stationed herself by the door, listening to the steady hiss of the shower, picturing her naked sister washing her body — soapy hands gliding over her legs, her belly, the smooth cleft between her thighs; sweeping over her flat chest, nipples stiffening to Katie’s caress, begging to be licked…

These mental images had Alice aching to touch herself between the legs, but she shook her head. Focus, girl.

Alice waited for the water to stop — and when it did, she listened for the shower door to open and close, then rapped twice and immediately entered the bathroom.

Her timing couldn’t have been bettered. Katie had been towelling her bare body down, and when her big sister strolled in, bold as brass, the ten-year-old clutched the towel to herself, her face a picture of outrage.

“Alice!” she squealed, “what’re you doing!? I don’t have any clothes on!”

The older girl gazed blandly at her little sister. “So?” she said.

If anything, Katie’s face only turned redder. “Whaddaya mean, ‘So’?” she cried. “I’m not dressed! Go away!”

“Katie,” Alice said, gently pushing the bathroom door shut, “why are you being like this?”

The ten-year-old was caught off guard by her big sister’s question — enough so that, for the moment, she forgot to be furious. “Um… being like what?” asked Katie, her brow furrowed.

“So… so shy. Why should you be mad, just cause I saw you naked? We’re sisters! And we’re both girls, so I’ve got the same bits that you do. I don’t get what the big deal is,” Alice said, ending with a shrug.

“Well, you’re not naked now, and I am! That’s not fair!” Katie retorted. Her bathrobe was hanging on the door, right behind her older sister. She took a step toward Alice, still holding the towel to her chest. “Out of my way, you, you pillock! I want my robe!”

“I have a better idea,” Alice said.

With that, she opened her dressing gown and cast it to the floor in one sweeping motion. She’d practiced the move in front of the mirror, and it came off without a hitch. She posed before her younger sibling, wearing nothing but a smile.

Katie gaped at the naked teen, completely flummoxed.

“See?” Alice spread her arms, presenting herself. “You can look at me all you want. I don’t mind… why should you?” She drew closer to her sister, reaching out for the towel. “C’mon now, sis. Let me see.”

Katie was standing stock-still — but when Alice’s hand touched the towel, she recoiled. “No!” she cried. “You’re cute and, and pretty with no clothes on! Me, I’m just a skinny, ugly old stick!” Her lower lip began to quiver. “I d-don’t want anyone to see me.”

So that’s what’s wrong, Alice thought. “Why would you say that, Katie? That’s crazy.”

“I heard Graham Price say it,” the ten-year-old replied. “He told a bunch of the other boys that I had legs like matches, and I’m ugly as a d-dog’s arse.” She was trembling, on the verge of tears.

Alice shook her head. “Oh, Katie… that’s just silly. Dumb boys say dumb stuff like that all the time to show off to their dumb friends.” She paused, thought for a moment. “Wait a minute… isn’t Graham Price the one who farts in class all the time? Why on earth should you give a toss what that stupid git thinks?”

“B-but what if he’s right? What if I am ugly?” the child whimpered.

Good grief, Alice thought, trying not to roll her eyes. “Listen to me, Katie. Your bedroom is a toxic waste dump, and those rainbow-coloured trainers you wear are hideous… but you, dear sister, are anything but ugly. In fact, I think you’re cute as a button.” She extended a hand. “Now give me that towel. You aren’t leaving this bathroom until I get a good look at you naked.”

Katie was silent, her mouth set in a pout. Finally, she sighed, “Okay, fine,” and handed the towel to her big sister.

Alice didn’t speak at first, just looked her nude sibling up and down, drinking in the glorious sight of her. Katie’s long strawberry blonde hair was damp and dishevelled, half resting on her shoulders, the rest behind her thin neck. Rosy nipples stood pert and proud on her boyish chest. The girl’s tummy was perfectly flat, framing a cute belly button in its centre, and her slit was a sweet pink cleft that made Alice’s mouth water, nestled between gazelle-like legs. Katie’s slender arms dangled at her sides as she waited for her older sibling to say something, anything.

“Oh, Katie,” Alice finally whispered, “don’t ever think that you aren’t beautiful. You are.”

“I’m… I’m not too skinny, then?” the younger girl mumbled, her expression still mournful.

“Well, yeah, you’re thin…” Alice said, “That’s ‘cause you’re still a kid, silly. Doesn’t mean you can’t be sexy.” She paused to appraise her naked sister once more, very much liking what she saw. “Believe me, there are plenty of boys who’d be way turned on if they could see you now… girls, too!”

That got Katie’s attention. “Girls would like me? You mean, um… if they’re gay, right?”

“Sure,” Alice said, trying not to let her glee show. This little chat was going exactly the way she wanted. “I think lots of girls are into other girls. And if they saw you like this, with all your clothes off… well, I bet those girls would want to kiss you. And touch you.” She moved closer. “Like how that sounds?”

Katie studied her sister curiously. “Um, I don’t know? I never thought about it.”

She’s sure thinking about it now, Alice told herself. “Wanna know a secret?” she whispered.

“Sure, okay.”

“I like to kiss girls. And touch them.”

Katie could only stare. “What — you mean…”

Alice nodded. “That’s right. I’m a lesbian.” She folded her arms, waiting to see how her little sister would respond to this unexpected revelation.

In fact, Katie was at a loss for words. She considered the idea for a moment, then said, “When did you know?”

“The first kiss. You know, with tongues.”

“Did you, um… do more than just kiss?”

Alice couldn’t stop grinning. “Oh, absolutely. Lots more.” In fact, she’d only done “lots more” with Mum, but it still counted.

Katie began to speak, hesitated, then finally came out with, “Um… what’s it like?”

“Oh, it’s the best,” said Alice. “Girls are so soft and sweet, and they smell great!” Deciding she’d said enough for now, she handed Katie her towel. “Here you are… think I’m gonna go read for awhile.” Before her sister could cover up, she gave the girl one last appreciative all-over look, as if to say, I’d do you in a heartbeat if you weren’t my sister… actually, I’d do you anyhow, sister or not.

“See ya later, Kater,” Alice added, bending down to pick up her dressing gown. But instead of putting it on, she casually draped it over one shoulder, padded over to the door and exited the room naked, glancing back to give Katie a wink before she closed the door. The last thing she saw was the younger girl staring at her, still holding the towel in both hands.

Yes! Alice enthused to herself as the door clicked shut. I’ve got her thinking the way I want… now we’ll see if it leads to anything good.

Lost in reflection, she didn’t notice that her baby sister Poppy was also there in the hallway, not at first. But then she saw the cute seven-year-old, wide-eyed in mixed surprise and awe at the sight of her big sister in the buff.

Alice wasn’t shy like Katie, but she’d never made it a habit to flaunt her bare body around the house, either. Though judging by the open interest her baby sister was showing, Alice wondered if she should indulge in casual nudity more often.

“Hi, Popstar,” she murmured, making her way down the hall.

“Hey, Alice,” Poppy replied, taking in the view. “How come you’re runnin’ around with no clothes on?”

“Why not? I like being naked,” the teen replied with a devil-may-care shrug. Then it struck her, just how much she was enjoying it, parading about in the nude. “I mean, It’s just us girls. I think we look good without clothes.”

“You sure do!” Poppy said.

“Hey, I bet you do too, kiddo,” Alice replied, reaching out to tousle her baby sister’s hair, making Poppy giggle. “Any time you’d like to join me, go for it — we could have a party.”

“A naked party! Whooo-hoo!” Poppy squealed, jumping up and down. Then she quickly tugged her top up and off, leaving the little girl wearing nothing but buttercup-coloured underpants. “Like this!” She danced around, twitching her bum from side to side.

“Yeah, you’ve got the idea,” Alice said with a grin, her pulse racing as she approached her bedroom door. “Catch you later, little sister.”

“Bye-bye!” sang Poppy, still capering down the hallway.

Closing her door behind, Alice leaned back against it, tingling from head to toe with forbidden lust. She’d not given any real thought to the erotic possibilities of her youngest sibling… now, visions of a nude Poppy enthralled the teen, had her imagination running wild.

One thing was for certain: that tingling she felt down below had to be dealt with.

Casting her dressing gown onto a nearby chair, she stretched out on the bed, eyes drifting shut as she began to caress herself.

Onward to Chapter Seven!

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Standing at the kitchen sink and staring out into the garden with a mug of tea clasped in her hands, Jessica found it hard to concentrate.

It was Monday morning, and the events of the weekend were preying on her mind. It wasn’t just that she’d had sex with her own daughter… it was how easily she had agreed to her daughter’s request, and the hunger she felt for that lithe young body. Even now, despite knowing what she’d done was wrong, legally and morally, Jess still felt a deep sexual desire for Alice.

The same questions kept running through her head: Am I a lesbian now? Have I corrupted my daughter? Am I a bad mother?

What surprised her most was how much she longed to make love with Alice again. It had been difficult to  admit to herself, but she realised she wanted more, and not just from her daughter. She’d gone from a modest, practically celibate single mother to an obsessed lesbian in less than a week — at least, that’s how it felt.

Her recent experiences with Rachel and Sally were brief but intense, and she had been quite interested in exploring these new feelings even further. Instead, her meandering path to lesbianism had gone out the window, and she’d taken a giant leap from tentative exploration straight to incest with her twelve-year-old daughter.

Over and over, she scolded herself for giving in. Just because Alice wanted me to have sex with her, that doesn’t mean that I should have agreed, damn it. And what if she asks me again? Will I give her what she wants? If I don’t, how will she react? Oh, hell, who am I kidding. If she comes to my room dressed the way she was last night and looks at me with those big brown eyes of hers, I’ll be putty in her hands.

Even as she berated herself, she was playing back the scene in her mind: how Alice’s soft skin had felt to her fingers, the warm wetness of the girl’s pussy, the hungry kisses…

“Mum? Mum!” The voice snapped her back to reality, and she started as she realised one of her daughters was calling her. It was Katie, an exasperated set to her mouth.

“Sorry, darling, I was just… thinking about work,” she replied. “What’s up?”

Katie pouted. “I can’t find my gym kit.”

Smiling wryly, Jess gazed down at the girl. “It’s on the shelf in your wardrobe, where I put it after I took it out of your bag from under the bed where it had been for an entire week, then washed and ironed it.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks, Mum!” Katie said as she turned and raced away, completely oblivious to the point her mother was making.

As she helped the girls prepare for school, Jessica found herself stealing glances at her eldest daughter when she thought Alice wasn’t looking. Lewd images continued to pop into her head, causing shivers as her body remembered it all. She could almost feel her daughter’s touch, like some twisted virtual reality game come to life.

Alice just carried on getting ready with no outward signs of awkwardness, or in fact any indication of this day being different from any other, except for a small knowing smile as she kissed her mum goodbye and turned to go. That alone was enough to send a shiver through Jessica’s body.

Over the next several days, she watched Alice for signs of regret, guilt or embarrassment. Instead, the girl seemed even happier than usual — and especially affectionate. She had always been close with her mother, but now Alice was cuddling up to Jessica more in the evenings, and kissing her goodnight on the lips instead of on her cheek. Even the younger siblings noticed that their big sister seemed to always be nestling on the sofa with their mum when they watched TV.

That was as far as it went, though. Alice hadn’t been flirting with her in any obvious way, and she’d never turned up in Jessica’s bedroom again, not after that first time. Jess had been a nervous mess on those nights — both dreading that knock on the door, and longing for it to happen. And every evening, once she was convinced that Alice wouldn’t be putting in an appearance, Jessica masturbated herself to a tooth-rattling orgasm, fantasizing about her oldest daughter more often than not.

Once a week had passed, Jess began to relax a little and convinced herself that making love with her daughter had been a one-time thing, and Alice had changed her mind about wanting them to have sex again. However, settling back into her ordinary life proved to be much harder than she expected, what with her awakening lesbian desires.

At work, she was surrounded by very attractive women and girls, often in various states of undress. On more than a few occasions, Jess found herself staring at Caterina’s shapely contours, wondering if her shop manager had ever experienced sexual pleasure with a woman. She found some of the wives and mothers who shopped at her boutique quite attractive as well, but it was the younger girls that Jessica was drawn to most of all.

Sally wasn’t working at the moment, being engrossed in taking her exams, but Jessica’s had another young employee named Bridget to draw her attention. She was twenty-two years old and just as sexy as Sally, but far less timid, and her hair was jet black instead of blonde. Jess found herself regularly stealing glances as Bridget would glide about on the sales floor, her slim, athletic body bending and stretching as she served the customers.

Jess even found herself sneaking peeks at young teenage girls in the changing area. On one especially memorable afternoon, she was sorting clothes that customers had tried on when she spied Lacey and Sienna, the fourteen-year-old identical twin daughters of Stella Morrison, an acquaintance of hers whose art gallery was just a few doors along the road from Jessica’s shop.

They were trying on dresses and stripping off in the open area of the changing rooms, without a care for whoever might see them. Jess, very much a hands-on owner who never minded doing the minor jobs, was putting blouses on hangers when the sight of the scantily-clad girls stopped her in mid-motion.

They were in matching underwear, with the different colours of their lingerie the only way to tell the girls apart, not in the least self-conscious about their near nudity. Jessica held her breath as her eyes were drawn to the nicely-formed breasts inside those delicate lacy bras, then the skimpy panties that barely concealed the treasures that lay beneath.

They twisted and turned, posing in their sexy underthings in front of the large mirrors from all angles, arms round each other’s waists, cheeks together, pausing to share an exaggerated pouting kiss, then giggling. They parted and picked up the identical but differently coloured layered chiffon mini-dresses, holding them up for inspection before the mirror before trying them on.

The girls stood side by side, hands on hips as they studied their reflections in the glass. Then they let the dresses slip from their shoulders and fall to the floor, once again revealing the cute teens in their bras and skimpy knickers. Jessica was enthralled.

Just then, their mother Stella entered the scene, breaking the spell cast by her daughters when she said, “Get on with it, girls, we’ve not got all day!”

Both girls turned to their mother — and that was when they both made eye contact with Jess. They exchanged a glance, then looked straight at her, their enigmatic smiles penetrating Jessica’s stare and causing her to blush. She was frozen for a moment, unable to tear her gaze from their piercing green irises. They put her in mind of tigers hiding in the long grass, waiting to pounce on their prey.

Struggling to recover her composure, Jess asked, “May I assist you with anything, ladies?” a tremor in her voice that she couldn’t quite conceal.

Stella chipped in, “Cheers, Jess, how are you?” She was one of the successful and influential Oxfordshire Society ladies whose patronage Jess enjoyed. Although they’d started out just on nodding terms, bumping into each other in the street and Rachel’s tea rooms, they became friends at an arts and cultural evening organised by the local business and commerce group. Since then, they met occasionally for coffee, usually discussing their shared love of all things artistic.

In her younger days, Stella had been something of a boho chick but, as is so often the case, assumed a more mature persona when her own paintings started to sell. Now she was a successful dealer in the works of other artists. The long, flowery dresses and sandals of her younger days had given way to Armani and Louboutin, as well as some choice items from Jessica’s racks.

“Oh, hi, Stella. I’m good, thanks. Haven’t seen you in a while!” Jess responded, returning to folding clothes in an attempt to seem nonchalant.

“That’s ‘cos I’ve been off gallivanting round France, looking at some new stuff for the gallery. I swear, they add an extra bloody zero to the price tag when they know you’re English!”

“I know what you mean, I have the same problem. I’m starting to look further afield for new lines and designers.”

Stella was about to respond when one of her daughters interrupted. “Mum, we can’t agree on which colour we want this dress in.”

Their mother, obviously used to acting as a mediator, simply responded, “Well, why don’t you get one of each? That way you don’t have to decide.” Stella turned to Jess and rolled her eyes, then they both shared the same knowing smile of mothers used to settling minor disagreements.

Then one of the twins, Jess wasn’t at all sure which, moved nearer to the two women. She held up the two dresses, one a pale pink and the other in a pastel blue, both cut rather low in the front. Like with the lingerie, these were more revealing than anything Jess allowed her girls to wear.

The teen nodded toward one dress, then the other. “Which do you think is best, Ms Matthews?”

Jess flicked her eyes from dress to the other, but couldn’t help glancing at the young girl’s budding chest as she switched her gaze from left to right. Just then the other twin sidled up and declared, “Well, I like the blue one.”

“Well they are both nice and I’m sure either one would look great,” Jess said in a rush, unable to tear her eyes away from the barely-dressed nymph in front of her.

“Do you like our underwear, Ms Matthews? I saw you looking at us before,” said the other twin.

Jessica turned toward her, only to stiffen slightly when she saw the teen idly stroking the lacy front of her bra. Jess began to feel a little light-headed as she watched a nipple stiffen through the thin material as the girl teased it in a circular motion with a fingertip. She imagined herself reaching out to stroke those nipples, barely managing to suppress a shiver.

“I… it’s very lovely, “she responded with a shaking voice.

Stella clapped her hands smartly. “Come on now, girls — mustn’t keep Jessica from her work.”

Nerves jangling, Jess just gave a tight smile, taking the opportunity to snatch a quick glance at the girls before turning to leave. “Nice to see you, Stel,” she murmured. “Let’s do coffee some time. Girls, let one of my people know if you need the hem taken up on any of those skirts.” Giving them a fleeting wink, Jessica left the sales floor.

She made her way through the back room, heart throbbing wildly. Christ, what’s gotten into me? Am I actually perving on underage girls in front of their mums?

Suddenly Jessica noticed that one of the blouses she’d been carrying had slipped from its hanger. Looking back, she saw it lying on the floor next to the door that led to the sales floor. Grimacing, she turned around and went back to retrieve the garment.

Bending to pick it up, she heard soft-spoken voices. Pausing to listen, Jess quickly realized that she was eavesdropping on a quiet conversation between the twins and their mother.

“Girls, I’ve told you time and time again — you need to be more careful when you’re in public.”

“But, Mum… she was totally checking us out.”

“Lacey, darling, you had to have been imagining that. I know you have a crush on Jessica — and I don’t blame you, she is an incredibly sexy woman — but I’m sure you’re wrong.”

“Lacey’s right, Mum.” Sienna interjected. “You should have seen her eyes when we were in just our bras and knickers… they were huge!”

“Well, you are both very beautiful, and any woman ought to enjoy the sight of two pretty girls in such sexy lingerie. You know how much I do,” Stella added with a chuckle. “Now come on, get dressed — we’ve got places to be.”

*****

As her daughters got back into their street clothes, Stella turned towards the door through which Jess had exited, a thoughtful look on her face. Could the girls be right? She knew that her daughters often thought of themselves as being the focus of everyone’s interest, but still… she did wonder. After all, it’s been ages since Jess has mentioned having a man in her life.

*****

Jessica hurried through the backroom, mortified that these young girls had sussed her out so easily. What the hell am I doing? If the word gets around that I’m mooning over underage girls, I’ll be done for in this town!

Then a second thought jumped in. Hold on, hold on. Just what did Stella mean when she told her girls to be “careful,” in public? And… does Stella really think I’m sexy?

Her senses overloaded, she decided to get herself away from temptation. Seeking out Caterina, Jess told her she was going up to her office to do some paperwork.

The first floor had the same footprint as the ground, with most of the space dedicated to stock. But there was also a work room, plus a washroom, a small kitchen and break room. There was also an office shared by Cat with Ella, her assistant manager, and a larger office for Jess with an area that contained a couple of sofas and a coffee table where she met with suppliers and select clients.

Once in her sanctuary, she closed the door and slumped down on the sofa, trying to process what had just happened.

Recalling the image of the twins standing before her in their skimpy underthings, Jessica tried to find a rational explanation for the conversation she’d just overheard. However she looked at it, there was only one logical conclusion: the girls had been teasing her, and Stella knew it. It was also clear, from the way their mother had admonished them, that it wasn’t the first time the twins had done something like this.

Most of all, Jess was intrigued by Stella’s none-too-subtle hint that she enjoyed the sight of Lacey and Sienna in sexy lingerie — and wasn’t shy about letting the girls know it.

These longings I’ve been having for my Alice… could Stella be experiencing similar feelings for her own daughters?

As the vision of the half-naked teens lingered, Jess adjusted her imagination like a telephoto lens, zooming in for a close-up of a sexy bra, the young girl’s nipples clearly outlined through the gauzy material. She pictured Sienna — or was it Lacey? — caressing her breasts through the bra, rolling a fingertip over a nipple to make it stand out even further.

As the imagined scene played out, the girl dropped a hand to her bare midriff, letting it slide down until her fingers disappeared beneath the waistband of the lace panties she wore.

Losing herself in the fantasy, Jessica settled into the sofa. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt, and raising her bottom enabled her to tug the material up to her hips, exposing her sodden knickers. She rubbed her cunt through the gauzy material, then used one hand to pull the crotch to one side, the other to slowly trail her index finger through the slick crease. On the downward stroke, Jess slid that finger and its mate deep into the folds of her cunt. No foreplay was necessary, just hard, fast fucking, with the fingers of the other hand joining in to manipulate her pulsing clitoris.

In her mind, she was mirroring the actions of Stella’s daughter, concentrating on the image of the girl touching herself. Then Jessica pictured the cute teen unfastening the clasp of the bra, shrugging it off to reveal her breasts. As the young minx hooked her fingers in the side of her panties and slid them down, Jess pictured the girl’s twin padding over on stocking feet to join her sister, both of them now nude. They smiled at one another, mirror images come to life, then drifted together in a kiss, each reaching out to touch the other between the legs. Suddenly the girls broke apart and turned to face Jess, those deep green eyes transfixing her with a gaze that sizzled with raw lust.

It was all too much for Jess, and she exploded in a convulsive orgasm. Her legs shot out and stiffened as she shook violently, somehow managing to roll over and bury her face in a cushion to muffle the noise of her climax.

When she had calmed down and her breath was more or less back to normal, Jess slowly sat up. Mopping her brow, she asked herself, Where the fuck did that come from?

Stupid question, she decided upon further reflection. It came from the same place as all the rest of this crazy perversity of mine. A bottomless reservoir.

Just over a week ago, her sex life was like a still, clear pool of water; calm and untroubled, the surface a mirror. But then her friend Rachel — maybe my lover soon, Jess reminded herself — had shattered that peace, lobbing a large stone into the placid waters. Now all was movement, ripples fanning out in every direction, and her simple, peaceful life of celibacy had been stirred into a wild churn of lesbian desire.

Jess shook her head in awe. I’ve been thrown into complete chaos. Don’t know which end is up, can’t tell a hawk from a fucking handsaw. But damn it all, I’ve never felt more alive. Never.

Her tensions now assuaged — for the moment, at least — Jessica stood and adjusted her skirt, thankful that none of her employees had come upstairs in the last few minutes. Making her way to the desk, she seated herself, picked up a pearl-handled letter opener and began to go through the day’s mail.

*****

After lunch the next day, Jess impulsively decided to go home early from work and relax. She let Caterina know of her intentions, grabbed her purse and stepped out into a gorgeous afternoon.

On the way, she dropped into the tea rooms to check in with Rachel about the girls’ night out they had scheduled for Saturday. On that night, their younger daughters would be attending a sleepover at one of the largest estates in the area. It belonged to Blanche Turner, a mutual friend, who was having a party for her children — Savannah, who was ten, and eight-year-old Annabelle. Since her girls had birthdays that were only a week apart, Blanche always celebrated them with one big event. Katie and Poppy were invited, as was Rachel’s youngest daughter Cindy.

As for Alice, the girls in her class were going on a Girl Scout trip to Wales for a couple of days, and would not return until Sunday night.

As Jess entered the tea rooms Rachel spied her immediately, and came round the counter to greet her with a brief hug. Jess waved to Charlotte and a couple of the waitresses, and Rachel ushered her over to a table, pausing to ask one of the girls to bring them coffees.

“I haven’t seen you for days — have you been avoiding me, woman?” Rachel asked.

Jessica made a face. “Sorry, Rach, it’s been simply manic at work this week. I was all tied up, doing my accounts.”

In truth, she had been avoiding Rachel, as she wasn’t sure if she was ready to talk about what happened between them just yet. On the other hand, she wanted to tell someone about her night with Alice, and Rachel seemed to be an obvious candidate — but Jess had no idea how to broach the topic with her, best friend or not. Hi, Rachel, fancy a cup of tea? By the way, I fucked my daughter the other night.

There was only one other person Jessica could talk to about this: her sister Laura, who was away on an assignment for the magazine she worked for. She knew Laura had been sexually involved with girls at university and was openly bisexual now, but that was a long way from lesbian incest. Perhaps I won’t need to, Jess told herself. After all, it probably won’t happen again.

She pulled herself together before Rachel could notice that her attention was straying.

“So how are we fixed for transport?” her friend was asking. ”That was your job, right?”

Jess nodded. “I’ve sorted out a minibus for the night. I just came by to find out who’s coming. Abby and Mel are up for it, and I’ve invited Cat as well.”

Abigail Potts was thirty-eight and an IT Manager; Melinda Dawson was thirty-seven and an executive personal assistant. Both had been friends since childhood with Jessica, who introduced them to Rachel. Mel and Abby had daughters of their own, and as members of the ‘Mothers Club’ at the school, the four of them saw each other often on the school run with their youngsters, sometimes meeting for coffee, lunch in town or shopping trips to Oxford and London.

“I would’ve invited all the girls from the shop, but some are on holiday. Also, I need to have at least two members of my staff who aren’t too hungover to work the next day. I know what your nights out are like!”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean.” Rachel cheerily replied. “Anyway, Charlotte and Maria will be there, and get this — I even persuaded Serena to come!”

Maria Di Giorgia was Rachel’s chef, and Serena Trent did accountancy work for Rachel and Jessica. She was drop-dead sexy, but styled herself like an archetypal female accountant, power-dressing with hair tied back in a severe knot. She resented having to prove she was a match for any of her male colleagues, when in truth she was worth two of any of them and had the client list and billing levels to prove it. The trouble was, there were precious few men who could handle a woman who projected strength like Serena did, so she tended to focus her energies on work and the gym.

“Serena will be there? How in the world did you manage that?” Jess asked in a surprised tone.

“Oh, I just used my natural charm… also, I said I’d tell everyone she was hitting on me if she didn’t come.”

Jess just shook her head, knowing that Rachel was joking and Serena wouldn’t have taken it seriously. Then again, she wasn’t too sure of that now. Seems more likely that Rachel would come on to Serena. Wonder if she ever has done?

Rachel carried on, “Anyway, I’ve found a smashing place to go. It’s a fairly new club and they have a ladies night on Saturday, with a couple of bottles of Prosecco thrown in for party groups.”

“Sounds great. Christ, I’m in need of a good night out. Okay, then — come over to my place any time after seven o’clock; I’ve got the taxi booked for eight.”

They continued to chat idly, neither wanting to raise the subject of how close they’d been to having full-on lesbian sex just over a week ago — though for different reasons. Jess was scared that she might be reading too much into what they’d done, whereas Rachel was wary of putting pressure on her best friend to do more, even though that was exactly what she wanted. Slow and steady does the trick, Rachel reminded herself.

Jess checked the time and said, “Sorry, but I’ve got to get back — the new summer line is in. You should pop in and check it out. There’s some outfits I’m sure you’d like, y’know, the stuff most women our age wouldn’t dare wear.” She laughed. “Of course, that never bothers you, does it? You’re the only grown woman I know who could give those young minxes some serious competition!”

“Why, Jessica Matthews! Are you saying I’m a slut?” Rachel responded with mock indignation.

Jess laughed. “Well, if the shoe fits… Anyhow, I’ll see you Saturday.” With that, they shared a quick but very affectionate hug, then Jessica left.

It was still a bit early to be heading for home, so Jess elected to wander round the shops in town and check out the competition — and treat herself to a little retail therapy. She’d earned that, after spending most of the last two days sorting paperwork.

*****

Jessica arrived home an hour later bearing a bag of goodies for her and the girls, a large fancy pizza for dinner, plus a chicken wrap she’d picked up for lunch. After ferrying the bags from the car and dumping the shopping on the hallway floor, she put on the kettle for some tea whilst she hungrily devoured the chicken.

She had just finished tea and washed her plate when the doorbell rang. Wondering who it might be, she glanced through the side panel of glass by the door and was surprised to see Sally, who gave a big smile and a wave when she saw Jess peering out.

Jessica opened the door, but before she could say a word, Sally said, “Hi, Jessica!” The teen wore a cream summer mini dress in a multi-layered gauze-like material with a wide ruffled hem, held up by thin shoulder straps. She looked marvelous.

Suddenly remembering to breathe, Jess said, “Hello, Sally. W-what are you doing here? Sorry, I mean… I didn’t expect to see you today. ”

If Sally was thrown by Jessica’s confusion, she didn’t let it show. “I finished my last exam this morning and was at home when I saw your car pull in a little while ago. I thought I’d come over and tell you how I did, and let you know I can come back to work whenever you need me. I’m not, er, disturbing you, am I?” She looked past Jess, into the house.

“No, I did a bit of shopping and came home early. Sorry, where are my manners? Come in, Sally.”

As the young girl passed her, a fresh floral scent wafted in from behind, and Jess paused to savor it. My God, she smells incredible!

Though her heart was throbbing, Jess did her best to maintain a casual air. “Come into the kitchen. Would you like a drink or anything?”

“No, thanks.” Sally sat on one of the high breakfast counter stools, her sandaled heels on the foot bar, knees together and hands in her lap.

Jess turned to the fridge to pour herself a mineral water before turning back to sit on a stool opposite the teen. “So, how did your exams go?”

Sally gave the older woman a rundown of her exams and how busy she had been revising, to which Jess listened attentively, her eyes sometimes straying to those beautiful legs. The girl was fidgeting, moving her hips side to side, sometimes offering a tantalising glimpse of the gap between those smooth thighs as her short dress rode up. But what caught Jessica’s attention most was the absence of a bra. Sally’s dress was thin and almost transparent in places and did nothing to hide those magnificent breasts that Jess had so recently admired. Despite being supported by nothing more than the thin straps of her dress, Sally’s tits were defying gravity in the way only youth can. Or a few grand in surgery, Jess mused.

“I can’t wait to come back to work.”

Sally’s voice shook Jess from her reverie and she reached for her glass, but her nervous hand caused it to tip over, causing the sparkling water to spill over the counter top and on the floor.

“Oh, bloody hell–” Jessica slid down from her stool, went over to the sink and opened the cupboard door underneath the sink to get a washcloth. As she knelt on the floor before Sally, wiping up the spillage and wondering why this young girl affected her so much, she looked up at the teen to speak, but was presented with a sight that turned her legs to jelly and made her mouth dry.

From this vantage point, she could see up Sally’s skirt and between her open legs. The youngster was wearing flimsy white lace panties, made all but transparent by what appeared to be a damp patch that clung to the contours of her vaginal lips. For all those sodden knickers concealed, the girl might just as well have gone without.

“Are you okay, Jessica?”

She stood back up, wobbling slightly, and reaching out to the counter top to steady herself, discarded the cloth, turning to face Sally. Is she teasing me? I bet she knows exactly what she’s doing, the little minx.

“Yeah, Sally. Um, it will be great to have you back… we’ve been a bit busy, what with a couple of the other girls on holiday,” she said, attempting to get her mind off the tantalising image, but sure her voice gave away her nervousness. Listen to me, I’m babbling like a perfect cretin.

Sally slid off the high stool, her dress riding further up her thighs. She stood before Jessica, who was lost for further words.

“Jessica, I hope you don’t mind me asking — but did you really mean it when you said you enjoyed me kissing you…?”

Jess bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, I did. I mean…” The words weren’t coming. “It was very nice.”

“And did you mean it when you said I could come over again if I wanted?”

Jess wasn’t sure now if the blonde beauty was trying to seduce her in a coy manner, or just making sure she hadn’t misheard or understood. All she could do was softly whisper, “Yes.”

Sally moved slowly towards her. “Can I kiss you now?”

Jess nodded again but this time more vigorously, gulping before answering. “That would be… yes, Sally, please kiss me!”

Sally tilted her head up to place a gentle peck on the taller woman’s lips, then pulled away a little to see her employer’s reaction.

Jess was standing stock-still, unsure if she ought to allow this to go further, but it was a losing battle she fought with her increasingly helpless desires. This week had taken her time and time again to the brink of arousal, and the quickie masturbation session she’d had after her encounter with Stella’s sexy twins had barely taken the edge off.

Here I go again, wrestling with temptation — and losing.

She turned to put down the glass of water, then turned back to the blonde youngster. “Let’s go sit down, shall we?” Jess led the way into the lounge, Sally close behind.

Once they were seated side by side on the sofa, she turned to the girl, who started to lean into her, clearly anticipating another kiss.

Jessica placed her hands on Sally’s shoulders to stop her. “Listen, you can’t ever tell anyone about this, especially anyone at the shop. I don’t want to take advantage of you, and I can’t promise any kind of a long term thing. Really, you ought to have a relationship with someone… a girl nearer your own age.”

Sally gave her a shy smile. “Oh, Jessica, I do want to know what it’s like with another girl, but I’d like my first time to be with someone who is a bit older and knows what she’s doing.” Her cheeks reddened slightly. “Also, I… I think you’re incredibly sexy.”

Slightly taken aback by the compliment, Jess replied, “Well, thank you, but I’m not sure you can say I know what I’m doing — honestly, I’m almost as new to this as you are. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited by this. You’re just so beautiful, and I would like to… to make love with you.” There, I said it.

Sally seemed surprised by Jessica’s admission, but got over that quickly enough. She leaned forward again, but this time Jess pulled the girl to her.

The kiss began gently, first-time lovers testing the waters. They softened into each other, both parting their lips, their tongues emerging to play. This time it was Jessica who took the lead, gently easing the teenager down on the sofa.

Jess couldn’t resist the urge to fondle Sally’s full breasts as their kiss grew more passionate, cupping them in both hands. The teen followed her lead, groping Jessica through her teal blouse. After a few minutes of intensely sensual mouth play — tongues duelling, mouths sliding together, lips exploring and nuzzling ears, chins and necks — Jess allowed her hand to slip further down the blonde girl’s body. She found Sally’s smooth thigh, and her hand began to move upwards again, slipping beneath the hem of her young lover’s flimsy dress.

Her fingers firmly stroked the damp gusset of Sally’s lacy panties, pressing the material into the cleft of the girl’s sex, causing her to shiver. Again, Sally mirrored Jessica’s actions, dropping her hand to seek out the bottom of the older woman’s skirt. She had trouble finding the hem, so she stopped to look down, trying to see where the skirt ended.

As the girl took hold of the hem, Jessica grabbed her wrist, stopping her in mid-motion. Startled, Sally peered into her eyes, wondering if this beautiful woman she’d adored for so long was having second thoughts about the two of them making love.

Realising that her younger partner was confused, Jess whispered, “Let’s go upstairs, we’ll be more comfy.”

Hurry on to Chapter Six!

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Note: This chapter is longer than most, as the action takes place in a single scene, and we couldn’t bring ourselves to split it into two parts. Please try to make it to the end before you pause to, er, “think about what you just read.”

*****

Jessica had just settled on the bed and opened her book to where she’d left off — then there was a quiet knock on her door. “Come in,” she said.

The door opened and Alice popped her head round. “Can I talk to you about something, Mum?”

Jess nodded. “Of course, darling. Come in and close the door.”

Alice slipped into the room and climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged, facing her mother. She was wearing one of her father’s old dress shirts with most of the top buttons undone, allowing Jessica an occasional glimpse of her budding breasts whenever she moved. Glancing down, she was surprised to see that her daughter had gone without panties, offering a tantalising view of her lightly downed pubis.

Is she doing that on purpose? Jessica wondered. Her head swam, her heart throbbed as she struggled not to stare at Alice’s sex. Then she decided not to comment on it — for the moment, at least.

Instead, she gave the girl a shaky smile, trying to seem composed. “What is it, love? Do you want to continue what we were talking about earlier?”

Alice hesitantly nodded. “Well, sort of.”

Jessica gave her a questioning look. “Sort of…?”

“It’s just that, when Azumi told me and Olivia about her mum being a lesbian, I sort of, um, started to look at other mothers, and teachers — even my friends, to see if… if I could tell if they might be gay.”

“So, then… could you?”

Alice shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I saw two ladies hug and kiss each other, but not the same way I saw you kissing Sally or Auntie Rachel.” Jessica felt her face grow hot, but kept quiet.

“Then I saw some girls at school holding hands — but I do that with my friends, too. So I wondered: how would I know if I was a lesbian?”

“Well, I’m not really qualified to answer that,” Jessica responded. “Just because I had one kiss with Rachel and another with Sally, I’m not sure if that makes me gay or not. The truth is, this is all new to me too… so believe me, I’m just as confused about it as you are. Probably more.”

“The thing is, Mum… I’ve been, um, looking at other girls when we’re in the showers after gym class. Some of them are really pretty with all their clothes off, and — and it gives me a funny feeling, like butterflies in my tummy.”

Jessica was riveted by Alice’s words, while her eyes were drawn to the gap in her daughter’s shirt. She saw the beginnings of the girl’s adolescent breasts, as well as a rosy nipple. She noticed, with a sudden flash of excitement, that the tiny bud seemed more prominent as Alice spoke. Then, unable to help herself, Jess glanced down to study her child’s virginal mound, which now appeared to be almost opening like a flower, the petals glistening with morning dew. The sight had her almost dizzy.

I’ve got to be imagining this, Jessica told herself. My little girl and I are having a serious discussion about her feelings — and mine. She can’t be getting sexually aroused by this… can she?

“And then,” Alice continued, “last night, after I saw you, uh, watching that lesbian movie… when I went back to bed, I — I started thinking about, um… doing stuff like that, with girls I know.” She opened her mouth to speak again, then fell silent.

Jess nervously moistened her lips. “Did you… did you do anything about those thoughts you were having?” It felt downright perverse for her to ask, but she had to know.

Alice slowly nodded, her cheeks now flushed a bright pink. “Um, yeah. I touched myself. Down there.” She paused, then added. “Just like you did.”

“Yes, I did,” Jessica said. “Now you know that there’s nothing wrong with masturbating, right? Remember how we talked about this before…” Her voice trailed off as the full significance of the girl’s words struck her. “Wait, wait — how did you know that? I mean, that I was masturbating last night?”

Alice’s eyes filled with horror as she realized what she’d just said. “Um…”

Jess stared at the dismayed girl. “Alice, tell the truth, now… were you spying on me?”

“I’m so sorry, Mum!” Alice cried, clearly upset. “I didn’t mean to spy, it’s just… I could hear that you were watching that movie again, and I really, really wanted to see more of it. I wasn’t looking at you, I promise! It was too dark for me to even see you! But you were making these sounds, so, um, I kinda knew anyhow–”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Jess cut in. “I suppose I ought to be upset with you for violating my privacy… but on the other hand, you can’t be blamed for being curious, especially when it comes to sex.” She gazed sternly at her daughter. “I’ll let it slide this time, but I’d better not catch you playing Peeping Tom outside my door ever again, okay?”

“Yes, Mum. I won’t do it again, I promise.” Alice gave her mother a sheepish smile, then glanced down at her mother’s bare legs, lingering on them. Jessica suddenly remembered that she, too, had chosen to go without panties under her nightwear.

“Mum? Can I ask something? It’s about… well, when I was standing at your door, and you were, um, masturbating?”

“Yes, you can, love.” Jess patted the empty pillows beside her. “Come sit next to me.”

Alice was on all fours, that old shirt hanging down to expose her chest as she crawled over to sit next to her mum, both with their legs stretched out in front, so Jess could no longer see the enticing treasure between her daughter’s thighs. Just as well, she told herself.

But when she put an arm round Alice, Jessica quickly realised that she could see right down the front of her daughter’s shirt. There was a light sheen of perspiration on the girl’s growing breasts, and Jessica began to feel hot herself, the warmth mostly centered beneath her belly.

She’s your daughter. She’s only twelve. She’s your daughter, damn it. “What was it you wanted to ask me, sweetheart?”

After a moment’s silence, Alice spoke. “When you were touching yourself, I… I heard you say my name. First I thought maybe you saw me, but you didn’t know I was there.” She was staring down at her knees. “Why, Mum?”

Oh. My. GOD. She heard! My daughter heard me call out for her while I fingered my cunt. Even worse, she heard me say it precisely one second before I came like a fucking wildcat. Now what?

Panicked thoughts raced through Jessica’s head as she struggled to come up with an explanation, one that didn’t make her sound like a sex offender.

“Mum?” Her daughter was waiting for an answer.

I can’t lie to her about this. I’ve been telling Alice over and over that she’s growing up fast… well, maybe it’s time I treated her like an adult, tell the truth, and pray to God that she doesn’t hate me for it.

Jess took a deep, steadying breath. “Here’s what happened, sweetheart. I was watching the DVD and… and I was masturbating, just like you said. Well, I started thinking about different women while I watched. There was Rachel, Charlotte Coleman, Gemma from the corner store, Caterina, even some of the girls in the shop. Then your face popped into my mind, and it took me completely by surprise. I guess I must’ve called your name without thinking.”

“Were you thinking of me in that way, you know, like the women in the movie?”

“No!” Jessica answered quickly, turning to look at Alice. “I don’t really know where it came from, seeing you in my head like that. I mean… it’s not like I’m thinking about the two of us having sex.” She sighed, shook her head. “This… attraction to women that I have, it’s so new to me and happening so fast. I’m still not sure what to do with these feelings.” Especially how I feel when I see you naked.

To that end, Jessica couldn’t keep herself from stealing another glance down her daughter’s top while Alice sat quietly, lips pursed, lost in thought.

Out of the blue, the girl finally spoke. “Mum?”

“Hmmm?”

“If you did want to, y’know, do sex stuff with me? I wouldn’t mind.”

Jess gaped at her daughter. “Alice! Where on earth did you get such an idea?” she demanded, the words coming out in a harsher tone than she intended.

The girl seemed to wilt under her mother’s gaze. “Sorry, Mum,” she mumbled, looking away. “That was a stupid thing to say… I didn’t mean it.” Her lower lip was quivering. She pulled away from Jessica, getting on her feet. “I should go to bed.”

Shocked by her daughter’s words — but even more by her distress — Jessica raised a hand. “Wait!” Once again, she patted the spot on the bed beside her. “Please come back, sweetheart. I’m sorry — I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

Alice glumly studied her mother. “No, it’s my fault. I was being dumb.”

Jess folded her arms. “Alice Matthews,” she said, a firm edge in her tone, “I won’t allow anyone to call my daughter ‘dumb,’ even my daughter. Now you come sit right here–” she patted the bed once more –”and let’s talk about this. That’s what grownups do.”

“Okay.” The girl’s expression was still sorrowful, but she did rejoin her mother, seating herself by Jessica’s side. “I didn’t really mean what I said about sex stuff, though. I was only kidding.”

“Shhhhh…” Jessica enfolded Alice in a warm embrace, cradling the girl’s head to her chest. “Listen to me, dearest. I would never be angry with you, or even think less of you, because of your feelings. Not if they’re feelings of love. Or desire — that’s a kind of love, too. Understand?”

“I… I think so,” Alice said, snuggling into her mother.

“Okay. Let’s talk some more about that. You told me how you like to look at other girls in the gym shower, and that the sight of them naked… well, let’s just say that it gets you excited, in a sexual way. Right?”

“Kind of, yeah.”

“Maybe you’ve been looking at some of your friends in a different way, thinking about what it would be like to kiss them… maybe even touch them, yes?”

“Uh, well, sometimes.”

“Good,” Jess said, patting her daughter’s back. “And when you saw parts of that DVD that I was watching last night, the one with the lesbians making love… that turned you on, didn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.” Alice’s head was resting on Jessica’s right breast, with only the fine silk of the nightgown she wore between the girl’s cheek and her bare skin.

“Now, how did it make you feel when you saw me kissing Sally this afternoon? Did that excite you?”

“Um, yeah… it did.”

“All right. Now I have one last question, sweetheart, and I hope you’ll trust me enough to answer it honestly. These sexual thoughts you’ve been experiencing… have you had them for me, too?”

There was a long silence… finally, Alice whispered, “Yes.” Lifting her head, she looked helplessly at her mother. “That’s bad, huh?”

Though her pulse was racing, Jess carefully measured her words before she spoke. “No, dearest. I know that these feelings are part of the love you feel for me… how could I think that it’s wrong for you to feel love?” She took the girl’s hand, gave it a squeeze. “Since you’ve trusted me with your secret, I’m going to share one of mine.” She paused, trying to summon up every ounce of courage she had. “Alice, when I saw you asleep this morning, completely naked… it aroused me. In a sexual way.”

The twelve-year-old gaped at her mother. “You… it did?”

“Uh-huh,” Jessica said. “And then, just a little while ago, I noticed that you aren’t wearing anything under that old shirt of your father’s. The way you were sitting, right after you came in? I could see your… well, I could see your pussy. That got me excited.”

“Wow,” said a dazed Alice — almost too quietly to be heard.

“So don’t think of yourself as bad. Not unless you think I am, too. Okay?”

“Um… okay.” Furrowing her brow, the girl said nothing for a brief moment, then, “Mum?”

“Yes, my love.”

“If I asked you to do something for me… could you maybe think about it first, don’t just say ‘no’ right away? Please?”

What’s this? Jessica wondered. “I promise, sweetheart.”

“Would you…” Alice faltered at first, then said, “Would you kiss me, Mum? The same way you did Aunt Rachel?”

The crazed thudding of her heartbeat pounded in Jessica’s ears as she absorbed the girl’s words. Now what? How do I get myself out of this? I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but how can I kiss my own daughter like she was my lover?

A sudden warmth flickered through her as another question made itself known: Do I want to kiss her that way?

She pictured it, trying to imagine what it would be like. I’m sure it would feel nice — taking her in my arms, kissing that pretty mouth. Oh my God, you did NOT just think that.

Frowning, fighting to clear her head, she said, “Alice…”

“Mu-um! You said you’d think about it first! You promised!” The girl cried, glaring at her mother.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right, I did,” Jess hastened to say. “Fair enough. I will think about it. Okay? Now, you really ought to get back to bed.”

Alice shook her head. “Think about it now, Mum. I’m not even a little bit tired!” She smiled. “Tell you what — turn around, and I’ll rub your shoulders while you think. You always love it when I do that.”

Not knowing what else to do, Jessica meekly did as her daughter asked and presented her back to the girl, who slipped both hands inside the silken nightie that Jess wore and began to knead her mother’s shoulders.

Alice sometimes gave back or shoulder rubs to her mother if she seemed especially tired after a day at the shop — or to her younger sisters, if they asked nicely. Jess had been somewhat tense of late, perhaps because of this ongoing struggle with her own sexuality… and at that moment, the touch of her daughter’s hands felt positively divine.

All the while, she grappled with Alice’s heartfelt request.

I shouldn’t do it, that much I know. Especially considering that the very sight of Alice in that sloppy old shirt gets me aroused. At least I can finally admit that to myself.

Then again, it would make her happy — isn’t it worth breaking the rules for that?

And who made up these “rules,” anyway? Why shouldn’t I kiss my daughter that way if she really wants it — or if we both do? She’s questioning her sexuality… well, so am I. Perhaps it’ll help us both understand what we want.

Jessica’s heart skipped a beat as Alice slowly drew the top of her nightie open, exposing more of her bare skin — then she moaned as the girl’s soft lips brushed her neck.

It fanned the hidden spark of her desire, whipped it into an open flame. Jess reached up to grasp her daughter’s hand, then turned to face the girl. With her free arm, she encircled Alice’s waist, drawing her near as if they were about to attempt a slow dance.

Alice was staring at her mother in complete awe — and Jess could feel herself falling into those lovely eyes, losing herself, her soul. I can’t even think of saying no.

“I love you, baby girl,” Jessica whispered. “Oh my God, I love you.” And she kissed her daughter.

It began with a gentle peck, then several more on Alice’s mouth and around it, lingering a bit longer with each one — finally pausing to trace her daughter’s lower lip with a flick of the tongue.

Jessica’s intention was to kiss her daughter with a steadily rising passion, showing her how real lovers did it. Instead, Alice surprised her by making a move first, the girl’s tongue darting into her mother’s mouth.

Even a few moments earlier, such unexpected boldness from her twelve-year-old would have caused Jess to quickly break away, shocked by her daughter’s behavior. But now her lust was running rampant, the flame fanned into a raging fire. She met and matched the girl’s fervor, meeting Alice’s tongue with hers.

The front of Jessica’s nightie had come open — catching the attention of Alice, who hesitantly reached out to cup her mother’s bare breast. Jess moaned into Alice’s mouth when the girl’s soft palm brushed a nipple, quickly causing it to stiffen.

It’s happening so fast, Jess thought. I really ought to put a stop to this, or at least discuss it with Alice first, before we take things too far. Except… she doesn’t want to stop. And damn it, neither do I.

Whatever shyness Alice had felt about touching her mother was now gone. The girl had both hands inside Jessica’s silk nightgown, fondling her breasts, teasing the nipples with curious fingertips. Jess loved it, loved it. Her daughter’s caresses were clumsy, but each one was a thing of perfect beauty. A poem, one told with hands, not words.

As Alice’s confidence grew, Jess herself became bolder. Placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, she began to explore the girl through her shirt, very slowly moving down her chest, gently pressing against the worn fabric until she felt a hard nipple. Alice trembled, whispering, “Oh, Mom…”

The shirt that Alice wore was open down to the fourth button. Jessica found that button and carefully unfastened it — then the next, then another, until they were all undone. She slipped a hand inside, caressing the young girl’s neck and shoulder. Finally, taking hold of the frayed collar, Jess pushed the shirt off and let it fall away from Alice’s upper half, leaving the twelve-year-old nude before her mother.

Suddenly bashful, Alice folded both arms across herself. “I — I’m too skinny,” she protested.

Before her daughter had finished speaking the words, Jessica was already shaking her head. “Don’t say that, sweetheart. Here — let me see you.” She gently drew Alice’s arms away from her body, then studied the girl’s nakedness. “Oh, my sweet child,” she whispered, “your body is… it’s exquisite.”

She reached out to touch Alice’s lips, then slowly trailed the tips of her fingers downward, over the chin and neck, then to her chest. Am I really doing this? she wondered. Yes, yes I am, and I don’t care who says it’s wrong. We both want this — and for right now, that’s good enough.

Jess covered her daughter’s breast with her hand, the fingers spreading out like an opening fan, then moved her palm over the small mound in small circles before taking a nipple between two fingers and giving it a playful tweak.

At this, Alice shivered, a tiny whimper escaping her lips, and placed a hand on her mother’s bare thigh. Jess leaned in to give the preteen a kiss, their tongues briefly sparring before she broke away, nuzzling a path down her daughter’s soft neck. Alice’s head lolled back, opening herself up to the woman’s exploring mouth.

Jessica kissed down further, until she was able to take her daughter’s nipple between her lips, flicking the tip of her tongue over the tender bud.

“Ohmigod, Mom!” Alice cried, arching her back. Jerking her hand away from Jessica’s leg, the girl thrust it between her own thighs, clumsily groping her sex.

Jessica’s desire surged even higher at the realisation that her daughter was masturbating. Unable to resist, she copied Alice, moving a hand down to her own dripping cunt — sliding one, then two fingers easily into the hot tunnel, fucking herself fast and hard.

Alice moaned — but in frustration, not rapture. Clutching Jessica’s arm with her free hand, she breathlessly said, “Can you please help me, Mum? I c-can’t get the good feeling.”

Raising her head from Alice’s chest, Jessica saw the helpless need in her daughter’s eyes. She knew this was a huge step to take, touching the vagina of her twelve-year-old girl — but that imploring look rendered Jess unable to refuse. She needs my help. I can’t deny her that.

Withdrawing her fingers from her own syrupy cunt, Jess quickly shed her nightie — now, mother and daughter were both nude. Propping herself against the pillows that cushioned the headboard, she gestured Alice to her. “Sit back against me, sweetheart.”

The girl obliged, settling back against her mother’s bare body.

Jessica reached out to cup Alice’s vulva, amazed by its softness. There was a mere sprinkling of pubic down; otherwise, her daughter’s sex might have passed for that of a child. For some reason, that thought aroused Jess even more.

She used a finger to part the girl’s labia, running it up and down the slit to open her up, seeking out the clitoris with her thumb. Jess gently penetrated Alice with the tip of one finger, moving cautiously, not wanting to do her an injury. She probed into the vagina, gradually going deeper — then lightly brushed her daughter’s clitoris, alternating between the two.

As Jess quickened her pace, Alice began to squirm about, her voice growing steadily louder as she gasped and moaned, lost in a rising ecstasy. Worried that the sound might wake her younger daughters, Jessica turned the girl’s face toward hers and muffled her cries with a kiss.

Suddenly Alice went stiff — then three huge tremors shook her body, and a lungful of held breath escaped her lips in a sigh before she went limp in her mother’s arms. She was breathing heavily, her skin glazed with sweat, mouth hanging slack.

Jess realised that her daughter had just enjoyed her first real orgasm at the hands of another, but she had yet to achieve her own release. Before she could see to that, though, the reality of what she’d just done kicked in. Now she was having second thoughts.

“Alice… are you okay? Um, maybe I shouldn’t have done that.” Silence. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, that I… if I went too far with you just then.”

Still nestled between Jessica’s thighs, Alice struggled to sit up, then turned to face her mother, shaking her head. “No, Mum, it’s okay, it was great! I wanted you to do it, honest.”

She glanced down at her mum’s pussy — the dark pink flesh still glistening with wetness — then back up at Jess. “Can I make you feel good now?”

Despite the dazed shock she felt at her actions, Jessica still ached to reach the pinnacle of her own orgasm… but despite that fierce need, she didn’t feel quite ready to be pleasured by her twelve-year-old daughter. I’d probably have to teach her how, she thought, and that just seems weird. Christ, I already feel enough like a bloody pervert. Still, I don’t want to hurt Alice’s feelings…

Reaching for her nightie, Jess held it to her chest, concealing her nudity as best she could. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, sweetie. Maybe we should call it a night.”

But now there was a determined set to Alice’s jaw that Jessica knew all too well. Her daughter was usually a well-behaved girl, but could be amazingly stubborn when she chose. “No,” she said, not even raising her voice. “I don’t want to.”

With that, she took hold of her mother’s silken gown, pulling it away to bare the woman’s breasts, then quickly bent to take the tip of one between her lips.

“Alice!” Jess gasped as the girl felt for her other breast, clumsily fondling the soft globe as she began to suck her mum’s swollen nipple.

Too startled to speak, Jessica instinctively placed a hand over her sex, as if for protection. Make her stop, push her away! her conscience insisted.

Somehow, though, she couldn’t bring herself to spurn her daughter, to reject the girl’s affection. It seemed downright cruel. What if she cried?

You shouldn’t let her make love to you! that small voice insisted.

The warmth of Alice’s mouth, the caress of her tongue as it bathed Jessica’s nipple, the palm of the girl’s hand gliding over her breast, the knowledge that it was her own little girl giving her such lovely feelings — these things and more had the older woman dizzy with pleasure, desperate for release.

Jessica’s instincts pleaded with her to submit, to let Alice have what she wanted — I want it too, she had to admit — but those remaining stirrings of guilt nagged at her to stop this, send her daughter off to bed before it was too late.

Then, just as Jess placed a hand on Alice’s arm, on the verge of saying, Sweetie, maybe we should stop, the twelve-year-old made her next move. Reaching between Jessica’s thighs, she firmly grasped the woman’s hand, moving it out of the way, then replaced it with her own, tentatively exploring her mum’s sex.

That internal fire blazed anew, quickly mounting into a roaring inferno. Overwhelmed, driven beyond rational thought, Jess fell back into the pillows, legs parting as she surrendered to her daughter’s touch.

I’m only human, damn it. Need this so badly, I can’t say no!

Alice’s fingers were unsure at first — but she paid close attention to how her mother responded, and soon they were sheathed in the woman’s vagina, probing her creamy tunnel. The girl was working from an awkward position, though, so she moved further down the bed, crouching over Jessica’s thighs, concentrated on plumbing the depths of her mother’s cunt.

This improved access allowed Alice to penetrate her mother for real, thrusting in and out of Jessica’s pussy with a hard, steady rhythm. The air was thickening with the scent of womanly passion, making the girl’s head swim when she breathed it in.

As she savored the intoxicating aroma, Alice spied her mother’s clitoris, now engorged and erect. Without breaking the rhythm of her pumping arm, she used the thumb on her other hand to tease the pink pearl.

Jessica’s body stiffened. “Ah! Oh yes, m-my sweet little girl, that feels so, s-so gooood… Ooooohh!”

Never in her life had Alice known a greater thrill. The heat, the slippery wetness, the rich perfume of Mum’s pussy — the twelve-year-old’s fantasies hadn’t even come close to capturing what she felt now. I’m fucking my own mum, she kept thinking. I’m fucking Mummy.

It was an incredible experience, but there was something else that Alice wanted to try — something that had seemed ridiculous, the first time one of her schoolmates had mentioned it. But since then, she’d read about girls doing it to each other in the naughty stories she sought out on the internet… and just last night, Alice had seen it happening for real, on Aunt Rachel’s lesbian DVD.

Drawing closer to Mum’s womanly center, Alice nervously moistened her lips. The earthy smell was stronger here, and the warmth of Jessica’s pussy was so intense that the girl could feel it on her face.

Don’t be a scaredy-cat, she told herself. You can do this!

Taking a deep breath, Alice quickly withdrew both hands from between her mother’s legs, then buried her mouth in the woman’s dark brown bush. Jess groaned in protest — a groan that rose to a sharp squeal when her daughter made oral contact, the girl’s lips pressing a kiss into the moist folds of her vagina.

Sampling the flavor, Alice decided that she liked it — tart and strong, a bit salty. Her tongue emerged to lick, trailing up and down the juicy cleft.

Jess stared up at the ceiling, her heart pounding in a crazy mixture of excitement, arousal and shock, all heightened by the warm, wet tongue of her twelve-year-old.

It’s like the wildest dream I’ve ever had, she thought, only it’s not a dream. My own daughter is going down on me. How can this be real?

The girl was clearly a novice at cunnilingus, but made up for it with her enthusiasm for the task. Those long, luscious licks were anything but hesitant.

Alice’s mood was positively euphoric. She loved her mother, loved feasting on her pussy. It was like eating a piece of some rich, exotic fruit that tasted better and better with every nibble. Her nose and mouth were pressed against the humid slit, her tongue delving inside, the thick, warm nectar oozing down her throat as she drank from her mother.

“Oh, sweetheart… I — I love you, love you s-so much, you’re making Mummy feel wonderful, ohhhhh, yes….” Jessica was groping her breasts, scissoring the nipples between trembling fingers.

The girl wanted to make her mum come really hard, and she knew that the best feelings came when you played with that little bump near the top of your pussy. Mum’s is bigger than mine, too, she thought. Bet that means that she’ll come even more!

Nuzzling her way upward, Alice found the fiery pink nubbin, took it between her lips and instinctively began to suck it like a nipple, occasionally teasing the tip with her tongue. It wasn’t as yummy as licking Mum’s hole, but the taste was still there.

It was too much for Jessica. She gave a choked gasp as her body jerked hard, an orgasm mauling her like a wild animal. Clapping a hand to her mouth, she fought to stifle her voice, all the while longing to scream out loud in purest ecstasy.

Her rapture rose to an unimaginable peak, then began to slowly wane — but not knowing when to stop, Alice continued to nurse from her mother’s clit. Oh God, no more — my heart will give out! Jess reached out blindly, gave the girl’s shoulder a squeeze.

“Th-that’s enough, love,” she stammered, then moaned when Alice said goodbye to her pussy with one last playful lick. Dazed as she was, Jessica couldn’t help but laugh at that.

She studied the smiling twelve-year-old, whose lips and chin were now coated with her fluids… a sight that had Jessica’s lust purring all over again. Crooking a finger, she beckoned Alice to her. “Come here, my love…” she said between deep breaths, “Mummy wants a kiss.”

With a happy sigh, the girl crawled into her mother’s arms. Their mouths met, tongues mingled. Jess hummed contentedly as she tasted herself in their kiss, cradling her daughter close.

After awhile, they slowly drifted apart. Her eyes fluttering open, Jessica gazed at Alice, who was lying on top of her mother, lazily stroking the woman’s breasts. “Oh, sweetie, that was — it was wonderful. Um, you don’t… feel bad about what we just did, do you?”

Alice shook her head. “No, Mum — it was the best. Thank you for, for all of it!”

Jessica lightly caressed her daughter’s bare back. “Let me ask you something, Alice.”

“Uh, okay.”

“When we were talking earlier, you made it sound like, well, you’d never even kissed another girl…”

“I haven’t, Mum. Not like we just did, anyhow!”

“Okay, but here’s what I’m wondering: you seem to have a fairly good idea of how women have sex with other women. Like someone showed you how.”

Alice made a face. “Actually, I kinda… read about it.”

“Read about it?” echoed Jessica, arching an eyebrow. “And where, pray tell, did you do this reading?”

The girl was visibly embarrassed. “Umm… this website I found. See, I wanted to know more about lesbians, so I looked ‘round the internet for, uh, stuff about that. This one site had a whole bunch of stories. I read all about ladies having sex, and I got some good ideas that way.” She paused. “Was that wrong for me to do?”

“Well, no,” Jess said. “I’ve never really had any rules about what you girls can look up on the computer, so technically, you’re in the clear.” She gave a shaky laugh. “Funny, I never even thought about it. God knows why… at your age, I’d look at anything I could find that was to do with sex.” She looked back at her daughter. “What website is this?”

“I’ll show it to you,” said Alice. “Oh… and, um, there’s something else about that site, I guess I should say. They have a lot of stories that are…” She hesitated, her cheeks now a brighter pink.

Jessica’s curiosity was aroused. “What?”

“They’re about… girls, doing stuff with their mums…”

Like we just did. The sentence completed itself in Jessica’s head, accompanied by the beating of her pulse.

Alice continued, her blush deepening. “That’s, um, kinda where I got the idea about us, Mum. Those were the stories I liked the best… and when I read ‘em, it made me want to… do things with you.” She gazed pensively at her mother. “We’re not s’posed to, though — are we?”

Jess sighed heavily. “No, we’re not, love. Definitely not. But… we did. There’s an old saying that goes, ‘You can’t unring a bell,’ and I’d say it applies here. Of course, we could try to forget it happened, don’t even talk about it, not ever. Is that what you want?”

“No!” Alice declared. “I don’t care if other people tell us it’s wrong. I loved it! Can we, um, have sex again some time? Pretty please?”

Jessica’s head swam. My God, she wants more of this! Then again, don’t I want more of it, too? Admit it, the notion is a tempting one…

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” she said. “That’s something we have to do some serious thinking about, both of us… and it’s awfully late. Let’s sleep on this, okay? I’m not telling you no — not yet, anyhow.”

“Okay,” Alice said. “Mum? Are we both lesbians now, do you think?”

“Well… I might be becoming one, but I think you’re a little young to make that decision just yet. You could be dating boys before very long. Only stick to kissing with them for the time being, not the other stuff. I’m nowhere close to wanting grandchildren.”

“I don’t know,” Alice said with a shrug. “I like a couple of boys, but not that way. Right now, I only want to kiss girls, so maybe I am gay.”

“Could be, sweetie. Now off to bed with you. We’ve both got to get up early tomorrow.”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Alice asked.

“Um, sure — but no more fooling around, all right? Not until we’ve discussed this.”

“Okay.”

They settled down beneath the covers, then Jess switched off the bedside lamp. Within seconds, Alice was dozing peacefully. As for Jessica, she expected to remain awake for a good long while — brooding about what she and her daughter had done, what the consequences might be, and how to deal with Alice’s insistence that they make love again. But she surprised herself by drifting off a few minutes later.

*****

Jessica woke with a start at the sound of a voice calling, “Mummy?”

She opened her eyes to daylight — and nine-year-old Katie standing at the foot of the bed.

Startled, Jess snatched at her alarm clock, sighing with relief to see that she hadn’t overslept. It was nearly time to get up, though.

Katie wore a curious frown. “Mummy, how come Alice is in bed with you?”

With a sudden rush of realisation, the events of last night flashed in Jessica’s mind. Feeling panicked, she glanced sideways at her eldest daughter, lying next to her, stark naked beneath the sheets. Fumbling for some, any excuse, she said, “Um, Alice had a bad dream, sweetie. She still felt a little frightened, so I told her she could sleep with me.”

Alice scowled a bit — clearly, she wasn’t pleased with her little sister thinking that she’d been scared, and then had to come sleep in Mommy’s bed like a baby. Still, that was their story, and now she was stuck with it.

Katie did seem to be on the verge of mocking Alice, but something else distracted her. “Mommy, you don’t have your nightdress on!”

Damn it. “Uh, it was hot, so I took it off,” she quickly responded, pulling the blanket up to cover herself.

Now Katie was peering at her big sister, noticing that her shoulders were bare. “You too, huh? I dunno… I didn’t feel hot.”

“I might’ve had too many covers on the bed,” Jessica said, but Katie was focused on Alice.

“You had a scary dream? What about?” she queried.

“I don’t remember.” Alice answered.

The younger girl nodded. “It must’ve been pretty bad. I think I maybe heard you making noise last night.”

Jessica quickly interjected, “Come on, girls, time to get ready for school,” eager to change the subject.

Alice slipped from beneath the covers, hastily wriggling into her old nightshirt to conceal her nudity. Jess couldn’t help but notice that Katie was watching her big sister dress. Hmmm… interesting, she thought, as Alice hastened from the room, her cheeks flushed a lively pink.

Curious to see how her nine-year-old would respond, Jessica got out of bed, but took her time covering her own nakedness — pretending not to know where her silk nightie was at first, then languidly picking it up from the floor, slipping into it and fastening the tie around her waist.

Glancing over at Katie, she felt her heart skip a beat. The child was staring at her, mouth slightly open. Jess had never been especially casual about her own nudity, so this must have been the first time in years that she had seen her mummy in the altogether. Still, should she be that interested in the view?

“Katie?” Jessica said.

Her daughter started. “Huh?”

“Can you wake Poppy for me, sweetie? Then go take your shower.”

“Oh, um — sure, Mummy.” The flustered girl padded out of the room.

Jessica watched Katie go, her brow furrowed in thought. Finally, with a shake of the head, she made her way down to the kitchen to start breakfast.

On to Chapter Five!

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Jessica was awakened by her radio alarm clock, which blared out a few notes of “The Lady in Red,” before she silenced it with a violent smack. Sitting up, she squinted against the light streaming through the blinds. She felt clammy and tired and a little confused — then she recalled the events of the previous night.

Jess glanced round the room, not quite certain what she was looking for until her gaze settled on the white vibrator, lying on her bedside cabinet. I really should invest in a better sex toy, she told herself. Like the one those two women were using on Rachel’s DVD. She opened the nightstand drawer and dropped it in, just in case one of her daughters came in. I’d have a hell of a time explaining what that gets used for, she thought.

She flopped back down into her pillow, wondering how she was going to look Rachel in the eye the next time they met. Then Jess remembered the feelings she’d experienced, feelings she’d not had for what seemed like ages. Her body responded to the memory, and she began to trail a hand slowly down her chest and tummy, dreamily recalling her friend’s kiss, then the way Rachel had helped her masturbate.

Jessica was about to touch her already moistening slit when she heard her daughters moving about, so she threw the duvet back and swung her long legs out of bed. Slipping on a robe, she padded into her bathroom and bent over the sink — turning on the tap, then splashing her face with ice cold water. It was unpleasant, but braced her nicely.

Glancing out into the hallway, Jess saw a still-drowsy Katie and Poppy, both shambling into their bathroom. She couldn’t help but smile. “Morning, kittens… better get a move on.”

“Morning, Mum,” they both mumbled.

Jessica frowned as she looked down toward Alice’s room. Hmmm, that’s strange… she’s always the first one out of bed. Could she be feeling sick?

Making her way down the corridor, she knocked lightly on Alice’s door, then slowly opened it to find her eldest daughter still in bed under the covers. She moved to open the curtains, filling the room with daylight, then turned to the dozing girl.

“Hey, sleepyhead, time to get up and get ready for school,” she said. No response, so Jess moved over to the bed and pulled the blanket down, uncovering her daughter.

She gasped when she saw that, beneath the covers, Alice was completely nude. It had been over a year since Jess had seen her daughter in the altogether, and the girl’s beauty dazzled her.

Her frame was slender and lithe; a body built for motion, with gazelle-like legs and slight but flawless breasts, capped with pert nipples. Alice had just begun to grow pubes, even though all she had thus far was a dusting of golden down, not nearly enough to conceal the rosy cleft of her vagina.

Jessica was fascinated. In spite of herself, this view of her eldest child’s nakedness brought back images of the previous night.

Her gaze lingered on the girl’s body, then she looked up — and into Alice’s open eyes. She was startled to realise that her daughter was now awake, and wearing a puzzled expression.

Probably wondering why I’m staring at her, Jess scolded herself. Shit, shit, shit… I cannot believe that my own daughter just caught me checking her out!

Not knowing how else to respond, she simply said, “Where’s your nightdress, love?”

“Ummm… I was too hot,” Alice said, nervously pulling the covers back up to conceal her bare body.

Jessica slowly shook her head, still awed by what she’d just seen. “Goodness me… I can’t believe how fast you’re growing up, sweetheart.”

“Mum!” Alice said, a little embarrassed. She’d slept restlessly, tossing and turning, thinking of what she’d seen last night.

“Well, you are growing — and beautifully, too. Anyway, it’s time for school.”

“Okay, Mum. I’ll be up in a minute.”

“No going back to sleep, okay?” Jessica said over her shoulder as she left Alice’s room.

Her heart was pounding out a crazy rhythm as she walked briskly down the hallway to her toilet. Once inside, Jess leaned against the door, fighting to calm herself.

Why in God’s name is this happening? she demanded, her brow furrowed in frustration. Okay, you can deal with being attracted to women. You can even admit to yourself that you might be a lesbian. But you can NOT get turned on by the sight of your naked twelve-year-old, damn it!

With a heavy sigh, she turned on the shower, then shed her robe and stepped inside. The urge was strong to give in to her arousal and masturbate, but she resisted the urge, quickly washing herself.

After the morning’s various rituals, Jessica dropped her daughters off at school, then drove the short distance to town.

In the shop, she was surrounded by women and girls of all ages, as usual — but her newly realised interest in females was making it hard to concentrate. At one point, the shop manager Caterina was bending over in front of her, digging through a carton of fabric swatches, and Jess found herself hypnotised by the woman’s shapely arse, wondering how it would feel to fondle it. Finally, she went upstairs to her office.

Later that morning, her youngest employee Sally knocked on the open door, then peered inside. Sally was sixteen and still at school, so she only worked part-time.

“Hi, Ms Matthews. Um… can I speak to you about something, please?”

Looking up from her work, Jess smiled, gesturing the girl inside. “Of course, Sally… and remember, you only have to call me ‘Ms Matthews’ when customers are around, okay? Otherwise, it’s just Jessica.”

“Sorry, Ms — oops! Sorry, Jessica.” The girl entered, timidly drawing close to the desk. “I’d like to ask you about what sort of courses I should take if I wanted a career in fashion.”

Jess nodded, “Happy to help. Here, have a seat.”

As Sally took the chair opposite, Jessica appraised the teen. She considered the girl to be one of her best recent hires, a very cute blonde with a bubbly personality who could always be counted on to work hard.

Sally sat rather demurely for a teenager, with her knees together, but the short skirt she wore showed off her lovely tanned legs to impressive effect, and her body-hugging top did nothing to disguise her full breasts, nicely sized for one so young.

Jessica forced herself to look up at Sally’s face, then felt her face grow slightly hot as she saw Sally looking back at her. Shit. Caught peeking again. “So… what would you like to know, then?”

Sally was nervously toying with her fingers. “Well, um, I really want to get on in the fashion world, but don’t know where to start.”

“First you need to decide what you want to be; designer, photographer, stylist, coordinator…?”

“Oh, a designer. I’m studying art at school. The teacher thinks I’m good, says I should take it further.”

“You’ll need to go to college — or even university, if you want.” Jess paused, studying the girl. “Hmmm… how about this? I have some books on design at home, and leaflets for the college here in town, so you could study and continue working here.” She smiled. “I’d hate to lose you from the staff, Sally. This way, I don’t have to.”

The girl’s face was radiant with excitement. “Oh, wow… that would be fantastic!”

Jess glanced at her wristwatch. “Tell you what, I’m going home at lunchtime… and I think you finish at one o’clock today, don’t you?”

Sally nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got homework.”

“Come home with me. We can carry on chatting about this there, and I can loan you some of those books.”

“Wow, thanks, Jessica, that sounds great! Um… guess I’ll see you in a couple of hours, then.” With that, she left the office with a big smile.

At just after 1 PM, Jessica closed up her office and went back downstairs to see if Sally was ready. While saying goodbye to everyone, she glanced out of the front window of the shop at the tea rooms across the road. Her thoughts turned briefly to Rachel as she ushered Sally out the back door and to her car.

Jessica was thankful that it was such a brief drive home, as she found it hard to not steal glances at Sally’s bare legs when her short skirt rode up. As she changed gears, her hand was agonisingly close to a smooth young thigh, and Jess felt a powerful impulse to allow the back of her hand to brush it by “accidentally” missing the gear stick. Somehow, she managed to restrain herself.

Upon their arrival, Jess invited Sally inside, poured them both cold drinks — What I really need is a cold shower, she chided herself — then rummaged about on her shelves and in a cabinet for the literature she’d promised Sally. Passing several leaflets across the coffee table to her young employee, Jessica seated herself opposite the girl, then took a sip of her tonic water.

Sally had her feet together, but opened her legs slightly to allow the unfolded brochure to rest on her skirt.

Jessica relaxed back into the sofa, gazing across the table at a sight that did nothing to dampen her rising ardour. Sally’s parted thighs revealed a pair of skimpy lace panties under her skirt that were virtually transparent. Jess quickly discovered that she could make out the outline of the teenager’s vagina beneath her tightly stretched knickers. She couldn’t tell if Sally had pubes or not, but was fairly certain that the girl was a natural blonde.

Jess suddenly realised that Sally had asked her a question — and jerked her head up to look her in the face. Her heart raced as she said, “I’m sorry — what was that, Sally? I was, er, thinking about something else.” Oh, VERY smooth, she thought. Damn it, Jess, you’re behaving like a teenage boy!

Luckily, Sally didn’t seem to have noticed, asking about one of the illustrations in the book. Jessica got up and moved round to sit next to her. As they sat side by side on the sofa, she took time to take the young girl through her options as a college student, pointing out which courses were best and would suit her as a starter, while still enabling her to work part-time. Jess even suggested that she would sponsor her to gain some experience in a design studio, using her various contacts.

Sally was overjoyed, a huge smile on her pretty face. “This is amazing, I don’t know how I can thank you for all this!” she said, almost beside herself with excitement. She suddenly turned to Jessica and threw both arms around her, hugging the older woman like a long-lost friend.

Jessica responded by putting an arm round Sally’s shoulders, nearly overwhelmed by the girl’s enthusiasm.

Suddenly, Sally kissed her on the cheek. She leaned in to kiss her again when Jessica turned her head, and their lips touched. Sally stared into the older woman’s eyes and, throwing caution to the wind, leaned in to kiss Jessica once more — this time, on the mouth.

A surprised Jessica found herself responding, first with her lips closed, then she extended the tip of her tongue to touch Sally’s, the girl opening her mouth to mirror Jessica’s actions. With one arm still around Sally’s shoulder, her other hand moved to rest on the teenager’s knee, then began to slowly slide up that creamy thigh that had mesmerised her in the car.

In response, Sally opened her legs slightly, leaning into their kiss — but the urgency of her motion caught Jess off balance. She fell back into the sofa, with Sally looming over her.

Jessica’s hands were at her sides, supporting herself on the cushions. By then, she was having second thoughts about what they were doing. She reached up to put her hands on Sally’s shoulders in a hesitant attempt to stop her, but now Sally was cupping her face in both hands, kissing Jess with a hunger that stole the woman’s breath away.

The intensity of the young girl’s passion seemed to flow into Jessica like fiery liquor. It was too powerful to resist — the guilt she felt for taking advantage of a girl young enough to be her daughter, and an employee to boot, was rapidly evaporating. No longer able to tell herself no, Jess slid her palms down the front of the tight top that encased Sally’s mouth-watering breasts and started to knead and caress them, feeling for the taut nipples through the material of the girl’s top.

Suddenly breaking away, Sally sat up, a horrified expression on her face. “I’m — oh, my God, Ms Matthews, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I did that. I was just so happy and you’re so b-beautiful, and — and I like you so much! Please, please don’t sack me.”

“Sally. Sally!” Jessica quickly responded, trying to calm the girl before she became hysterical. “It’s okay, honestly. No need to apologise. I love being kissed… especially by a girl as pretty as you.”

Sally just stared at her like a rabbit caught in a headlight, clearly unsure what to do next. “D-do you really think I’m pretty?” she whispered.

A jumble of thoughts raced through Jessica’s mind, but the one that finally stood out was that she needed to reassure the girl, make her feel desirable. Reaching out for Sally’s hand, she pressed it to her chest. “I do,” Jess said, drawing her young friend close — and then they were kissing again.

This time Sally brought her tongue into play first, thrusting it between Jessica’s parted lips, but Jess quickly matched the teen’s ardor. Their bodies pressed together as the kiss deepened, and Jessica let herself slump down into the sofa, pulling Sally on top of her — then they heard a voice in the hallway.

“Mum? I’m ho-ome. Are you here?” It was Alice!

Jessica had completely forgotten what her daughter had told her last night — that she would be let out of school an hour early that day, and would be catching a ride home from the mother of her good friend Azumi.

Sally quickly jumped to her feet, then began to gather up the books and leaflets Jessica had loaned her. The girl’s cheeks were flushed a deep pink. Jess somehow managed to sit up and compose herself seconds before Alice glanced into the room. “Hi, Mum,” was all she said.

“Hi, sweetheart. Sally’s here. I was just giving her some information about college classes.”

“Hi, Sally. Can’t stay, gotta run — I need the loo!” Alice said, then rushed upstairs.

Jess turned to Sally, who was reaching for her bag. “Sorry about that,” she murmured.

“Um, it’s okay,” the girl replied. She was blushing furiously, unable to meet Jessica’s gaze. “Anyhow, I should go… I’ve still got m-my homework to do.”

“All right, then,” Jessica said, walking Sally to the door.

“Oh, and thanks for the help — and for letting me borrow your books!” said Sally, suddenly remembering why she’d come by in the first place. She gave Jess a quick glance and a fleeting smile, though the girl was still clearly embarrassed.

As Sally grasped the doorknob, Jess placed a hand on her shoulder. “Listen,” she said. “I hope you’ll come to visit again someday.”

Sally gazed at the older woman, her eyes filled with mixed awe and hope. “Can I?”

Jess laughed. “Of course you can. I’m sure you’ll have lots more questions about your studies, after all. Besides,” she added, reaching out to touch the girl’s hand, “I’d like the chance to get to know you better. Much better.” Leaning forward, she briefly kissed Sally’s mouth.

“Oh, m-my goodness,” Sally stammered, touching her lips. Suddenly she threw her arms around Jessica’s waist, seizing the woman in a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, Jessica. You’re the best boss ever!”

Caught by surprise, Jess patted the teen’s back a few times, then Sally broke away, reaching once more for the doorknob and opening the door. “Bye,” she said, then turned to make her way down the path that led to the street.

Closing the door, Jessica turned and leaned back against it, her heart racing. What the fuck am I doing? she asked herself. Why am I playing these… seduction games with a sixteen-year-old?

The question answered itself almost immediately. Because it’s thrilling. Let’s face it, I haven’t felt so excited, so sexy, so alive in years. Even when Mark was still around, he never made my heart race like this!

Drifting back into the living room, Jessica picked up the half-empty glasses and took them to the kitchen, all the while lost in thought. The events of the last couple of days had her believing she was bisexual… now, Jess was coming to suspect that she might be a lesbian.

Getting involved with a man seems so… pointless right now, she realised. Beyond pointless. Meanwhile, I’m having sexual thoughts about one female after the next. Rachel. Caterina. Sally. My own twelve-year-old daughter, for Christ’s sake!

The thought of Alice had Jessica’s brow furrowed in concern. She glanced up the staircase, her mind racing. Did she see me kissing Sally? It isn’t at all like her to go racing upstairs with barely a hello, then not even come back to chat. So… did she see us? How can I even explain something like that?

She decided to go upstairs and make conversation with Alice, hoping to get some idea of her daughter’s state of mind.

She drifted down the hall to Alice’s door, gave a brief knock and peeked into the girl’s room. Alice was unpacking her satchel, putting schoolbooks on the desk.

Taking a deep breath, Jessica entered. “Hi, honey, how was school?” There were clothes strewn about, so she absently began to pick them up.

Alice glanced up at her mother, the girl’s expression perfectly neutral, then continued to empty her bag. “Oh, fine. We started rehearsals for the end of term concert.”

Jessica seated herself on Alice’s bed. “That’s good.” For some reason, she couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Their eyes met again, then Alice took her completely by surprise by blurting out, “Mum, are you a lesbian?”

Jessica stared at her daughter, mouth wide open, struggling to think of some kind, any kind of response. Finally, she managed to get out, “What? No! Um, I mean… why would you ask me that, sweetheart?”

Alice stood before her mother, arms folded. “I saw you kissing Sally.”

Shit. “Oh, my goodness. Look, that — it just sort of happened. Sally kissed me because I was helping her with… you see, I loaned her some books. It was Sally’s way of, um, thanking me.”

But Alice was shaking her head. “You guys weren’t kissing like that, Mum. You were snogging.” Letting that sink, in, she added, “I also saw you kissing Auntie Rachel last night, and watching a lesbian sex movie with her.”

Jessica bowed her head, covering her burning face with both hands. “I d-don’t know what’s going on with me,” she mumbled into her fingers, fighting a sudden urge to cry. “Rachel brought that movie over — I didn’t even know what it was! Then we were watching it, and — somehow we, we just started to kiss. I’m not even sure how it started. Maybe because I’ve been feeling so lonely these days, I don’t know…” She trailed off, then timidly looked up at her daughter.

Seating herself next to Jessica, Alice took her mother’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t be upset, Mum. It’s okay if you’re a lesbian… I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

Jessica stared at Alice. “I’m not — at least, I’m not certain that I am. And what exactly do you know about lesbians, young lady?”

“Mum! I’m not a little kid, y’know,” Alice replied, scowling. “I know about how some women are gay.”

“Sorry, love,” Jess said, patting the girl’s knee. “You’re right, of course. Sometimes I forget just how quickly you’re growing up. So… do you know any lesbians, then?”

“Sure,” said Alice. “My friend Azumi… her mum has a girlfriend.”

“Really? I didn’t know that. Have you met her?”

“Yeah. A couple of times when Azumi’s mum brought us home, her girlfriend was doing the driving. She’s really pretty. Anyhow, me and Olivia were talking to Azumi a few weeks ago, and she told us both all about her.”

“My goodness… I had no idea.” Jessica knew Alice’s friends well. Azumi Shimizu was a lovely Japanese girl, while Olivia Ruddick was a coffee-hued beauty from Jamaica. She often chatted to their respective mothers: Reiko, an artist, and Clara, a solicitor.

“Azumi told us how her mum was a lesbian, and her girlfriend lives with them. Her name is Nadya. She’s twenty-one, so she’s a lot younger than Ms. Shimizu, and she’s from Poland. Azumi has seen them undressed and kissing and other stuff in their room and even in bed together. Her mum explained all about what being gay with another woman is like. You know, how they do it and all.”

Jessica just stared at her daughter, unsure what to say.

“Do you miss Dad?” Alice asked her mum, once more catching her by surprise.

Jessica thought for a moment, then said, “Not really. But I miss having someone to share my bed with. It gets lonely sometimes,” she added, surprised at how open she was being.

“It’s okay if you want to date girls, Mum. If it makes you happy, you totally should.”

“I’m not sure if I do. I mean, I just had a kiss, that’s all.”

Alice broke into a grin. “Yeah, but with two different women, and in just a couple of days. That’s gotta mean something, y’know?”

Gazing affectionately at her daughter, Jessica reached out to stroke her face. “I meant what I said just now about you growing up. I’m starting to think you’re already smarter than your old mum.” She drew the girl in for a hug. “God, I don’t know how I’d cope without you and the girls. Talking of which, they’ll be home soon. I’d better start dinner. Let’s talk more later.”

She gently kissed Alice on the top of her head, then got up to leave, glancing back at her daughter. “Thanks, love.”

Alice wore a thoughtful smile. “For what, Mum?”

“Just… for being you, sweetheart. My wonderful, brilliant oldest child.” On that parting note, Jess turned and made her way into the kitchen.

Later that evening, as the girls were doing their homework and she was clearing up the dishes, Jessica began to daydream, staring out the window and into the large garden. Various impressions raced through her mind about these strange, yet somehow familiar feelings she was having.

She recalled the kiss with Sally, the touch of her hand on the teen’s smooth thigh, the thought of what lay between those thighs, those lovely young breasts. She wondered how far she would have allowed herself to go with the girl, remembering the antics of the lesbian lovers on Rachel’s DVD. That got her thinking about Rachel — masturbating with her, the hot French kiss they’d shared, the possibility of more.

She thought of her younger sister, Laura. She was thirty-five and a journalist. Jessica knew she’d had sexual relationships with women in the past, but wasn’t sure if she was with anyone now, as she’d not mentioned anyone the last time they met up. Laura was away working on a story, so they’d only been speaking on the phone for the last few weeks.

Jess decided to talk to Laura about these new feelings of hers when she returned. Bet she’ll be surprised, she thought.

She finished cleaning up, then went to see if her daughters needed help with their homework. Later they all watched TV for a while before she ushered Katie and Poppy up to bed at 9 PM.

After tucking them in, she lounged on the sofa for awhile with Alice, watching some wildlife programme. Neither tried to restart their earlier talk and in truth, Jessica couldn’t think of a way to initiate the conversation.

Finally, Alice stood, stretched and said, “Okay, that’s enough for me. I’m going to bed.” She kissed her mother on the cheek, said, “Night, Mum,” and went upstairs. Jess continued scrolling through the channels for a few restless minutes before deciding she ought to turn in too.

Carry on to Chapter Four!

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Jessica was still buzzing from the events of the evening, and had elected to take Rachel’s DVD up to her room to watch. She rummaged around in the sexy lingerie that she so seldom wore these days, groping about until she found the white plastic vibrator she’d bought at an Ann Summers party before her marriage.

She quickly slipped the DVD into the machine, turned on the TV and settled down on her bed. Seizing the remote, she fast-forwarded through the parts she’d already seen, finally pressing PLAY at the start of a new scene. Setting the remote to one side, she relaxed and began to watch.

Two women, both fully dressed, were cuddling on a bed. Actually, one of them was only in her teens — in fact, she almost appeared to be underage, around fifteen or so. Jess noticed the way they were snuggled together, more affectionate than sexual.

The volume was muted, so Jessica turned it up just a bit. Glancing over at the door, she frowned, realising that it was still slightly ajar. I really ought to close that, she thought, then shrugged. She didn’t feel like getting up. Anyhow, the girls were all fast asleep.

Reassured, Jess turned her full attention back to the TV, where the older woman and the teenager were talking. Curious, she picked up the remote and scrolled the scene back to the beginning, then started it over again.

It was a conversation about boys, with the woman asking the girl if there was anyone at school that she especially liked. The girl shrugged and said that she wasn’t sure.

As she watched, Jess tilted her head, a puzzled expression on her face. Wait just a minute… are these two supposed to be mother and daughter?

That seemed to be what the scene implied. As Jessica listened on, she noticed that the girl never actually referred to the woman as her mother… nevertheless, everything else about the dialogue sounded like it was an everyday encounter between parent and child.

Lesbian incest? Jesus, that’s pretty perverted, Jess thought… then shrugged. This whole DVD is nothing but fantasies anyhow. She settled back into the pillows, stroking her inner thighs, letting herself get caught up in the action.

The woman asked her daughter — Jess was already thinking of her that way — if she’d ever felt an attraction for another girl. The teen was shocked and insisted she never had, but the mother finally got her to admit that she did like to look at other girls in the shower after gym class, and that she wouldn’t mind being kissed by a girl at least once.

The woman told the girl that she should try it, then admitted that she had kissed women before — and girls, too, back in her own high school days. Intrigued, the daughter asked what it was like. By then, the mother was sitting up against the headboard behind her daughter, who was lying back in the woman’s arms, wearing just a t-shirt and pretty blue panties.

The conversation dwindled, and finally the two women were silent. All the while, though, the mother was caressing her daughter’s arms, her hands, her shoulders. The girl was resting her head on the woman’s shoulder, and they occasionally made eye contact, exchanging shy smiles and adoring glances.

Jessica’s excitement was steadily building. She wasn’t quite ready to get into serious masturbating just yet; instead, she lightly caressed her vulva every now and then to keep her arousal razor-sharp.

When the mother began to fondle her daughter’s breasts through her thin t-shirt, it seemed such a natural thing for her to do that Jess didn’t notice it was happening at first. The girl gazed dreamy-eyed at her mother, her face practically glowing with desire and adoration.

My God, it looks so real, Jessica told herself. Like they truly are falling in love. Do things like this ever really happen between mums and their children?

The woman slowly leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the girl’s parted lips. Drawing back just a bit, she smiled at her daughter… then, closing her eyes, kissed her again. This time, their mouths lingered for a few seconds longer. They drifted apart, their noses nearly touching, then the mother’s tongue emerged to brush her daughter’s lower lip. With a blissful sigh, the girl lifted her head, following the older woman’s mouth with hers — and suddenly they were kissing with the ardour of lovers.

*****

Out in the hallway, Alice peered through the slight gap between the door and the frame, enthralled by what she saw — Aunt Rachel’s DVD playing again, with a lady and a teenage girl giving each other hot kisses. And if it was anything like the stuff she’d glimpsed downstairs, pretty soon these two would stop kissing and start taking their clothes off and doing lesbian sex.

Alice only wished she could get a better look at Mum right then, because it was clear that she was already bare naked and touching herself while she watched the screen.

But the room was only lit by the TV, and the lamp on Mum’s nightstand was blocking the lower half of her body anyhow. So Alice’s attention was mostly focused on the DVD, though the sounds of her mum’s moans and sighs made watching it even more exciting.

*****

Jessica was fingering herself now, fully immersed in the scene. It was the kinkiest thing she’d ever seen, a forbidden act of sexuality between parent and child — yet somehow, the very wrongness of the act seemed to turn her on, nearly as much as kissing Rachel had done.

The woman’s hand was now buried in the teen’s panties, fingers clearly moving, masturbating her daughter, who was mewling with delight into her mother’s mouth as they swapped tongues back and forth.

Suddenly the girl sat up and turned toward the woman, reaching down to tug her t-shirt up and off — and within a minute or so, the new lovers were both completely naked. Jess whimpered, her arousal taking a sharp spike upward at the sight of the daughter’s bare body. Oh, my… she’s absolutely perfect.

Now the girl and the woman were making love for real, and Jessica’s hand was a blur as she thrust two fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, fucking herself until she saw stars.

She paused to manipulate her clitoris with a few delicious flicks of a fingertip, then reached for the vibrator, switched it on and was about to slip it into her vagina when the buzzing abruptly stopped.

“Fuck!” Jessica hissed through clenched teeth, pounding the bed with her fist. Far too desperate to even think of putting the DVD on pause while she scrounged up replacement batteries, she just plunged the dead toy into her cunt, working it as deep as she was able.

She drank in the action on the screen, losing herself in the hot, sweaty sex. By this time the two lovers were tribbing, grinding their pussies together, moving in a steady rhythm that Jessica tried to match with the thrusts of her arm and wrist as she worked the vibrator in and out, in and out.

There was a core of heat beneath her belly, a fire that steadily grew into something much bigger. She fanned it, willed it to blossom, pushing herself toward that ultimate release.

The sex clip played on. The mother was disentangling herself from the girl, then guiding her onto all fours. Jess fucked herself faster, her breath hissing through clenched teeth. That’s so twisted, a mum doing something like that to her own daughter, she thought, but didn’t look away.

Kneeling behind the teen, the woman gently spread her buttocks apart, then bent to lick her daughter’s glistening slit — and out of nowhere, an image flashed like midnight lightning in Jessica’s mind, a mental snapshot of the sex act taking place right then on the screen before her. Only now, the face of the young actress had been replaced by that of her oldest child.

“Alice!” she gasped — and that was when Jess came.

She twitched helplessly, feet tangling in the sheets, her body tossed to and fro on waves of purest ecstasy. The vibrator was buried to the hilt in her vagina, Jessica wiggling it ever so slightly — each tiny motion containing a universe of pleasure.

Finally, with a long, low moan, she released her held breath, sinking back exhausted.

Once she’d regained her wind, Jess slowly withdrew the sex toy, bringing it to her lips for a taste of herself before clumsily setting it on the nightstand.

That left the TV. She fumbled about for the remote, noticing that the mother and daughter were now lying in each other’s arms, sharing tender kisses. Jessica felt a twinge of warmth at the sight — at least, until she remembered the thought she’d had at the instant of her climax.

She stared down at her hands. Why in God’s name was I picturing Alice when I got off? Of all people, my own twelve-year-old daughter!

After pondering the matter for a few heartbeats, Jessica told herself, Let’s not over-think this. You were watching a porno film clip of what seemed to be lesbian incest, a mum having sex with her daughter. Alice’s face popped into your head. That’s all. It’s not as if you want to do these things yourself!

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Jessica got up and went into her bathroom to wash up, then brush her teeth. As she padded back into the bedroom, she decided to skip putting on clean panties and simply sleep naked.

Crawling between the sheets, Jess thought about her day, wondering whether she’d cheated herself by choosing not to explore her bisexual side for so many years. Guess I’m making up for it now, she decided, then drifted off to sleep.

*****

When her mother turned off the sex film playing on the TV, Alice beat a hasty retreat back to her room, her head awhirl with what she’d just seen.

She was totally getting into watching that DVD of ladies doing sex with other ladies — especially knowing that her mum was probably touching her minge the whole time. That’s what it sounded like she was doing, anyhow

Then something really strange happened. Mum was getting a bit louder, then all of a sudden, she’d called out “Alice!”

The twelve-year-old had nearly jumped out of her skin — certain that she’d been caught red-handed, spying on Mum at a very private moment. Alice was rooted to the spot, too frightened to flee, already anticipating her mother’s anger.

But then… nothing happened. Alice could hear Mum’s breathing return to normal, then she saw her mother point the remote at the TV and switch it off. Almost trembling with relief, the girl crept quickly but quietly down the hall, back to the safety of her room.

Alice’s mind was buzzing as she struggled to make sense of it all. Is Mum a lesbian now? It sure looks like it — why else would she be kissing Aunt Rachel like that, or watching that DVD?

Then there were her own feelings about what she’d seen…

While nearly all her friends at school were beginning to fixate on boys, Alice found herself drawn more to other girls — in particular, she had been noticing them while showering off after gym class, enthralled by the different body types on display. They’re all different, she had decided, but they’re all beautiful, too.

She’d also seen photos of naked women in glossy magazines and brief nude appearances in movies, but this was Alice’s first exposure to hardcore lesbian sex — and it had aroused her in a big way. Her knickers were still damp. For the first time, Alice was seriously considering the notion that she could be gay.

But at that moment, one question nagged at her most of all: Why did Mum call my name when she did?

Alice was trying to digest all she had witnessed that night as she drifted off to sleep, a jumble of images inside her head.

*****

Across the street, Rachel and her babysitter Millie were sitting in the lounge, drinking hot chocolate.

When she had returned home, Millie was relaxing on the couch, watching TV. She was a cute local girl of sixteen with short blonde hair and steel-blue eyes, dressed in a vest top and shorts. Rachel found herself occasionally glancing at the teen’s bare legs, thinking about the sweet, sexy things she and Jess had done mere moments ago. She still felt aroused, too, not having climaxed.

They chatted for a while about Millie’s school work and her friends, then Rachel asked, “Do you have a boyfriend, then? A pretty thing like you… I’m sure you have no trouble attracting boys.”

Millie blushed. “Well… I do have a boyfriend, yeah — but it’s, y’know, nothin’ serious.”

“I’m glad to hear that!” Rachel said. “You should be playing the field a bit before getting serious.”

“Well, Mick’s good lookin’, and yeah, he knows how to make me laugh, but…” Millie hesitated, then said, “How do you know when you meet, um… ‘the one?”

Rachel reacted in mock-surprise. “Whoa, whoa — Millie, you’re far too young to be looking for ‘the one’.” She paused, thoughtfully studying the girl. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s just that… well, I don’t feel my heart beat really fast when he kisses me. Is that normal? I guess I was expecting, um, more.”

“Hmm. Sounds to me as if you like him, but you’re not actually in love. Don’t let that worry you — believe me, you’ll probably fall in love more than once before you get to twenty-one,” Rachel answered, briefly recalling her own failed marriage.

Frowning, Millie folded her arms. “Mick, he wants us to go to the next step, but I’m not sure.”

“The next step? You mean he’s pressuring you to have sex?”

“Not exactly,” Millie replied with a shrug. “He’s just droppin’ hints that, um, since we’ve been together for three months, it’s maybe time to ‘move our relationship forward.’ He says that a lot.”

Gazing at the girl’s lovely face, Rachel shook her head. “Sweetheart, that sounds exactly like he’s trying to manipulate you into bed with him.”

Millie made a face. “So… when did you know it was the right time to, y’know, go further than just foolin’ around with a boy?”

“Well, one thing I know for certain,” Rachel said, “you shouldn’t have sex with anyone until you feel ready. If he doesn’t get that — well, to be honest, he’s not worth your time. It sounds to me like you prefer to wait, at least for now.”

“Well, I don’t wanna get pregnant, that’s for sure, but also, like you said, I’m too young to get serious with my first proper boyfriend.”

“Quite right!”

Millie made a face. “Anyway, I’m not sure Mick’s even my type, really.”

“Is there another boy you fancy, or… perhaps even a girl?”

Rachel thought she’d hit a nerve, judging by the blush on Millie’s face.

“I’m not gay!” retorted Millie, not quite convincingly.

Rachel sensed that the girl was struggling with her feelings, and decided to test the water a little. “You can experiment with other girls, and it doesn’t necessarily make you a lesbian. I’ve dated boys and men all my life, but still went with girls now and then before I got married.” She smiled. “Actually, since my divorce, I’ve been a lot more interested in women.”

“Really?” Millie tried to act casual, but Rachel could tell that the girl was far more interested than she let on. Um, so, what’s it like kissing another girl, then?”

“Different than kissing boys… better, I always thought. With girls, it always seemed more about mutual enjoyment. And their mouths are so soft and sweet.”

“I don’t know, maybe I oughta fool around some with a girl.” She gave a shaky laugh, looking down at her fidgeting hands. “Course, I don’t really know any girls who are gay. They prob’ly wouldn’t want to do stuff with me anyhow.”

Rachel studied the girl, her heart thrumming. There’s the opening, all you have to do is step through. As if she was thinking long and hard about the matter, the older woman said, “Millie… would you like me to show you what it’s like?”

A surprised Millie raised her head, staring wide-eyed at Rachel. “You mean, um… you’d kiss me?”

“Sure, if you want. I’d really enjoy kissing you. You’re a very pretty girl, after all.”

Millie thought it over. “You, um, wouldn’t tell anyone, right?”

“Of course not, love,” Rachel replied. “I’m not the kind to kiss and tell.”

“Well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt, just to try it out, y’know?”

With that, Rachel leaned over and gently touched Millie’s face, before sliding a hand around to the back of her head and pulling her near. She very gently brushed the girl’s lips with her own, then allowed the tip of her tongue to flick at Millie’s mouth.

So as not to frighten her, Rachel carefully used her tongue to part Millie’s lips, drawing nearer to the girl, slowly sliding a hand along her thigh. At first, Millie was tense, then Rachel felt her gradually relax. Her hand continued its path along the girl’s leg, then up over her belly, then her ribs, finally using one finger to caress a nipple through the teen’s thin vest top.

When Millie whimpered into their kiss, Rachel knew that the girl was as good as hers.

She began to kiss her with more urgency — and Millie soon responded, her own tongue shyly emerging to play. Within a minute or so, the woman and the teen cutie were exchanging passionate French kisses.

Rachel let her hand open like a flower over a small but firm and beautifully formed breast, using her other hand to hook Millie’s vest top down, exposing a tiny nipple that stiffened quite nicely to her touch.

She pulled away slightly to study the young girl — whose eyes were closed, her mouth slack. Then Millie let her eyes flutter open, a dreamy expression on her face as she gazed at Rachel in wonder. “Oh… oh, bloody hell,” she whispered.

Rachel responded by lowering her head to the teen’s now bared breast, teasing her hard nipple with a flick of the tongue as she used her thumbs to slide the straps of Millie’s vest off her shoulders.

Raising up to give the girl a reassuring smile, Rachel gave her a brief but tender kiss, then murmured, “Lie back, love… let me show you how nice I can make you feel.”

Without a word, Millie settled back into the plush cushions of the couch, offering herself up to this lovely new experience. Rachel now had the vest pulled down and was nuzzling the girl’s flawless breasts, moving back and forth between them, pleasuring each nipple in turn with her lips and tongue.

Eager to take their lovemaking to the next level, Rachel placed a hand on the girl’s bare leg, her fingers exploring the silky smooth skin. She let her hand glide slowly up the inside of Millie’s thigh, travelling steadily higher until she reached the cleft between the teen’s legs, smiling as she felt the growing warmth of Millie’s vulva through her shorts.

A tremor raced through the girl as Rachel fondled her. “C-can I, um, have another kiss?” Millie whispered, her cheeks flushed an adorable pink.

Rachel gave the girl what she wanted, crushing her lips to Millie’s, invading her mouth with a probing tongue.  This time, Millie responded eagerly, placing a hand on either side of Rachel’s head, her own tongue darting and dancing about in the mouth of her older lover. Taking that as a sign, Rachel reached down to undo the button of Millie’s shorts, then slowly tugged the zipper down until she was able to slide her fingers into the soft cotton knickers of the virgin teen.

She wasn’t a bit surprised at how wet the girl was. By this time, Millie was writhing and shifting about in response to Rachel’s expert touch, even raising her hips from the couch, clumsily thrusting against the older woman’s hand, panting, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh m-my God.”

When Rachel hooked her middle finger down through the soft hair that adorned Millie’s pubis, gliding over the engorged clitoris to slide easily between the girl’s juicy labia and into the hot channel of her cunt, Millie cried out, throwing her head back.

Rachel continued to pump a finger, then two, into her babysitter’s pussy, then suddenly withdrew both fingers and brought them to the girl’s mouth. “Go on,” she said, “taste yourself, Millie, see how sweet you are.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Millie took Rachel’s fingers into her mouth, sucking them like it was her last meal, while Rachel moved in to trail kisses up and down the girl’s neck, pausing to nibble on her ear.

Then Millie took hold of the woman’s hand and thrust it down between her legs, stuffing it into her knickers — which were, by then, absolutely soaked. “Please, Ms. Thomas,” begged Millie, “please touch me some more. I — I’m so close!”

“My pleasure,” said Rachel, already masturbating her lover. She toyed with Millie’s slit — rekindling the fire, then building the heat back up into an inferno. Soon the girl was mewling with delight, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

Now, Rachel decided, now — let’s take her over the top.

She eased two fingers back into Millie, penetrating her like before. Only now, she sought out the girl’s clitoris with the ball of her thumb and began to tease it, gently stroking the erect nubbin.

Seconds later, a choked cry burst from Millie’s throat, her slender body stiffening as an orgasm claimed her. She arched her body up from the sofa, staring sightlessly, her voice rising to a loud wail.

Bloody hell, Rachel thought, I mustn’t let her wake the girls!

Twining her free arm around Millie’s shoulders, Rachel guided the teen’s face to her breasts — muffling her cries just enough, she figured. She continued to manipulate Millie’s clit, guiding her through her first climax, then on to another. Finally, the desperate girl grabbed Rachel’s wrist, gasping, “No — no more, p-please… I can’t, I c-can’t!”

Millie sank into the couch, releasing a long, shaky breath as Rachel took her hand back and examined her fingers, now glistening with the young girl’s fluids. She brought them to her mouth, purring with satisfaction as she got her own taste of Millie. Next time, she told herself, I’ll get it straight from the pot.

Then a wicked impulse seized her. Quickly lifting the skirt she wore, she thrust a hand into her skimpy lace panties, sliding two fingers deep into her cunt and moving them about a bit. After just a few seconds, they were coated with her juices, so she withdrew them, then proffered her hand to Millie.

“Here you go, love,” she said, “your first taste of another woman.”

Millie stared at Rachel’s wet fingers, then hesitantly extended her tongue to sample the flavor of her lover. The teen paused to savor it, then took the fingers into her mouth, licking them clean.

Rachel took this opportunity to move her free hand back between her legs and rub herself. She was so worked up that it only took a few thrusts to bring on an explosive orgasm of her own.

Opening her eyes, she saw Millie was staring, still holding her hand. “Fuck, that’s hot,” the girl breathed.

Rachel slowly stood, reached under her skirt and tugged a very damp pair of knickers down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she picked up the sheer panties and casually placed them on the coffee table. “Well, Millie,” she said, smiling at the girl, “what did you think of your first lesson in kissing girls?”

The dazed teen shook her head. “I never… I mean… oh my God, I can’t believe how good that was!” She looked at Rachel. “Ms. Thomas, could we maybe… uh, do that again some time?”

Rachel pretended to ponder the idea. “Well, I suppose we can… but Millie, don’t you have a boyfriend?”

Millie gave a derisive snort of laughter. “Mick? That tosser? No fear… I’m givin’ him the chop tomorrow. He never made me feel anything like you did!”

Rachel couldn’t help but laugh herself. “Well, in that case, I can’t possibly say no, can I? Very well, Millie — you and I will most definitely make love again. With one condition, that is…”

“What’s that, then?”

“That you stop calling me ‘Ms. Thomas,’ for fuck’s sake. Now I’ve fingered your cunt, you’re obliged to use my first name. Which is ‘Rachel’, by the way.”

“Fine,” Millie said. Drifting closer, the girl gave her a hungry French kiss, then grinned. “Next time, Rachel… it’ll be my turn to make you feel good.”

“Can’t wait, love,” Rachel replied. “But for now, it’s getting late — we don’t want your mum to worry. You’d better get cleaned up, then I’ll take you home.” She kissed Millie gently, then gestured her toward the small downstairs toilet.

As Millie was putting herself back in order, washing her face and brushing her mussed hair, Rachel was pondering the possibilities. She realised that she wanted more of this, much more — and not just with Millie. There was a whole world of sexy young women out there — Girls, too, she added — and she wanted to sample their delights on a regular basis.

And then… there’s also one very desirable older woman. Mustn’t forget about her.

Rachel had unfinished business with Jessica, and was determined that her dear friend would experience the same ecstasy that she just had.

Onward to Chapter Three!

by Sapphmore and  JetBoy

Note from Sapphmore: This is the first story of any kind I’ve written since school (now a distant memory) and certainly not the type of story suitable for an English exam.  In case it isn’t obvious from my prose, I am English. I live in the green and pleasant land of the English countryside, oh and I’m a man, all of which will probably be obvious when you read my story.

Like most men with a pulse, I found long ago that lesbian porn ‘floated my boat’ more than any other. However, about six years ago I came across (no pun intended) written erotica via sites like ASSTR, Nifty, Literotica etc, and in time found Leslita and the now-defunct Loliwood (which had some great fiction, although there were too many stories of male domination over young girls for my liking), before finding the Holy Grail that is Juicy Secrets.

After considerable procrastination, I finally plucked up the nerve to submit a story. I soon discovered that writing erotica is a far cry from writing reports and, although I am quite proud of my command of the English language, when it came to dialogue and an engaging story, that was somewhat lacking. Luckily for me, Jetboy took pity on me and set about trying to make me into an author (it may be some time, but I’m trying). The result so far is this first story of a seed that germinates slowly and puts a mother on the path to enlightenment.

I hope you like it.

Note from JetBoy: When Sapphmore sent “Ripples” my way, I was mightily impressed with the result, especially seeing as it’s his debut as an erotic author. I told him that I’d be delighted to serve as his editor, then jumped right in.

As I began to do my usual editing routine, I found myself coming up with ideas to expand the story and flesh out the characters, including the additions of new scenes and dialogue. Sapphmore gave me carte blanche to run wild with his prose, and our excitement grew as we tossed thoughts back and forth. We soon reached the conclusion that “Ripples,” had evolved into a joint effort, and Sapphmore generously elected to have my name accompany his as co-author.

Anyhow, enough explanation — on to the erotica! Do enjoy.

*****

Chapter 1

The woman stared back, as though she was trying to see behind her eyes. Her long red hair was a mess, but despite that and her lack of makeup, it would be hard to dispute her beauty. The woman’s face started to blur; the steam from the tap was beginning to cloud the image.

Jessica Matthews wiped the mirror and carried on getting ready for work, but still continued the silent dialogue with her reflection. She wondered why the woman staring back at her looked so forlorn, given that she owned a very successful business, could and did turn heads wherever she went, had plenty of friends and, best of all, three adorable daughters who were surely destined to break more than a few hearts when they ripened into womanhood. The only thing missing in her life was a loving husband.

There had been one, and they had been blissfully happy for a few years as Jess raised the girls, three flawless miniature versions of herself. (She could hear them now, running around and jostling for control of the main bathroom.) Jessica and Mark had been university sweethearts who went on to marry, just as everyone expected they would. Both worked hard in their respective careers, but his had taken a different path three years earlier, when the tech company Mark worked for asked him to take charge of an overseas office.

That’s when her perfect world fell apart. Jessica had no wish to leave the thriving Oxfordshire town where she’d been born and grown into womanhood, or give up her job. The girls loved their school, and her mum and younger sister lived within close reach — not to mention dozens of friends. Why give up their happy lives and start over again in another country?

Then came the real shock. Mark made it clear that if she didn’t want to go, he was sure to find someone who would appreciate the opportunities such a move could bring. That’s when the penny dropped, and Jessica realised that he already had someone in mind for a life partner — and she’d been relegated to the back-up, not his first choice.

The divorce was swift and merciless. Three months later, Mark was shipping out to the USA after making arrangements for the settlement and ongoing maintenance of the girls.

Jess and her daughters had taken it badly at first, but in the months that followed, the girls managed to come to terms with it — perhaps realising that, on the rare occasions when their father wasn’t working, he was off on a business trip, so they hadn’t actually seen much of him anyway. Jessica made up for his absence by putting aside even more time for them, so before very long mother and daughters had become their own version of the Four Musketeers, an inseparable force to be reckoned with.

A crash stirred Jessica from her reverie and she went downstairs to the kitchen. She glanced around and saw three faces turn to her as she entered the room.

“It’s okay, Mum. A bowl just slipped from my hand,” said her eldest daughter, Alice.

She was twelve years old, going on twenty-one, and had the rich blonde hair of her father. The middle sister  Katie, age nine, was more of a mix of both parents, with wavy strawberry blonde tresses. Then there was Poppy, who at seven had long, deep red hair that clearly came from her mother’s side.

The younger girls seemed relieved that Alice had jumped to their defence, as they’d clearly been squabbling over the same cereal bowl. It was typical of their older sibling to take the heat for them. She was fiercely protective of her little sisters, like a surrogate nanny, and Jessica knew all too well that she’d be lost without Alice’s steadying influence.

She gave the girls a look of amused disbelief, then grabbed a brush and cleared up the mess, her earlier confrontation with the Jessica in the mirror now forgotten.

*****

An hour later, Jessica had dropped the girls off at school and was just arriving at work, parking in the small lot next to her store.

Jessica owned a ladies fashion shop in a thriving town a few miles outside the city of Oxford which, due to her hard work and talent, she had made very successful. This was later helped by the legacy from her Father, who had died five years earlier. That, along with her divorce settlement, had allowed her to expand the business.

What set her clothing shop apart from so many others was the choice she’d made to diversify her stock into many different styles. She catered for the “ladies who lunch” (as she called the cream of Oxfordshire Society wives), as well as older women with traditional tastes and even young millenials and teens who sought out the latest and flashiest trends. No matter who entered the store, Jess did her best to carry something to suit their taste — and if a customer couldn’t find anything they wanted in stock, she also had contacts for custom-made couture.

That day, after a busy couple of hours on the job, Jessica dropped into the tea rooms across the road for a coffee and light lunch. It was owned by one of her best friends, who lived on the same street in a picturesque village just a ten-minute drive out of town.

Rachel Thomas was a dark-haired 37 year-old beauty, also divorced, with two daughters — Bella, twelve, and Cindy, ten — who were close friends with Jessica’s older girls. Jess and Rachel had met at some school function and bonded almost immediately.

As Jess entered the tea room, Rachel’s business partner Charlotte Coleman gave her a warm welcome, then asked what she fancied for lunch. She was close to Jessica’s age at 35, but looked much younger, mostly because she was tiny with short blonde hair that made her look like a pixie. This sometimes led people to underestimate her, but Charlotte was smart, determined and, when needed, tough as nails.

Taking a brief glance at that day’s lunch menu, Jess gave Charlotte her order, then joined Rachel, who was seated in a quiet corner. They exchanged greetings, then began to chat, quickly getting up to speed on each other’s lives.

Not long after their orders arrived, Rachel began a new topic of conversation, one that Jess hadn’t been expecting. Setting her tea cup to one side, she studied her friend. “So tell me, Jessica —  when were you last out on a date?”

Jessica’s fork paused in mid-motion. “You mean a real date, with a man?”

“Whoever. And yes, I mean a real date.”

Jess pondered, sighed. “Almost a year ago.”

“That long?” Rachel said, clearly surprised. “I knew it had been awhile, but…”

“Listen, between my job and looking after the girls, I don’t have time to play the romance circuit — or the energy, for that matter. Also, I’m not ready to bring someone new into the family.”

“Well, I hope you’ve at least had a bit of casual sex.”

“Oh, a couple of times since Mark left,” Jessica said with a shrug. “In all honesty, though, I think I only did it out of frustration… or maybe to prove to myself that I’ve still got what it takes.”

At that last remark, Rachel shook her head in disbelief. “Are you serious? You’re only thirty-eight and still bloody gorgeous! I know lots of men who would fall at your feet for a date.” She smiled. “A few women, too.”

Jess stared at Rachel. “Excuse me? What do you mean, a few women?”

“Why on earth should that seem odd to you?” Rachel replied. “Don’t tell me you’ve never at least thought about having it off with another woman. Didn’t you practise kissing with any of your friends when you were at school?”

“Of course not!” Jessica responded, rather too quickly — suddenly turning her attention to cutting up bits of her chicken fillet. “I had boys to practise with, thank you very much.” Then she paused, gazing thoughtfully at her friend. “I suppose you’ve kissed lots of girls, have you? Rachel Thomas, is all this… this talk about my romantic life just your way of telling me that you’re considering batting for the other side?”

Rachel only grinned. “Well, I wouldn’t say I’d kissed lots of girls, but I did practise with my best friend at a couple of sleepovers… and I even had a bit of a fling with a roommate when I was at university.” She paused, making a face. “Mind you, considering the quality of the men around here, I wouldn’t half mind a night of passion with a sexy lady. Nowadays, I have to settle for a bit of the five-finger shuffle, or my trusty toys.”

Jessica opened her mouth to speak, then went quiet. This whole conversation was making her feel slightly uncomfortable. Thankfully, Rachel seemed to notice, and dropped the subject.

Glancing at her watch, Jessica realised that it was later than she’d thought. “Oh, damn, got to get back — I’ve a mountain of invoices to slog through.” She rose from her seat. “Thanks for lunch, Rachel. Drop by the shop sometime, and I’ll treat you to a new sweater. We’ve just got in some lovely ones, pure Argentinian wool.”

“I’ll take you up on that,” said Rachel, walking her friend to the entrance.

Then, just as Jessica was about to leave, Rachel placed a hand on her arm. “Listen, Jess, why don’t I get a babysitter and pop over tonight? We’ll make a girls’ night out of it. I’ll bring a couple of chick flicks and a bottle of Chablis.”

Jessica was taken aback — but a moment’s reflection convinced her that Rachel’s idea was a good one. God knows, it’s been awhile since I’ve had some real “me” time, she told herself. “Sounds great!” she replied with a nod and a smile. “Make it around ten o’clock or so, and you can say hello to the girls before they turn in.”

“It’s a date, then,” Rachel said. “Your first in a year, is it? I feel honoured.” With that, she gave Jess a warm hug and a peck on the cheek, murmuring, “See you tonight.”

“Um, yes — see you,” Jess murmured, the little bell on the door tinkling as she opened it to depart.

Back at work, the afternoon was a little quieter than usual. As Jessica was going through those invoices, her mind kept drifting back to what Rachel had said about kissing other girls, and she wondered why she’d withheld the truth from her friend.

In fact, Jess had kissed her good friend Abigail — at a sleepover, back when she was twelve. It had happened during a game of Truth or Dare, a challenge made by their mutual chum Liz, who added, “And it’s gotta be the real thing, you guys — tongues and everything!”

She’d gone into the kiss thinking the whole thing was silly, a giggle, but the softness of Abby’s mouth caught Jess by surprise. Then her friend’s warm, wet tongue parted her lips, timidly seeking entrance — and just like that, her heart began to race. Without a second thought, Jess brought her own tongue into play, and suddenly the two girls were kissing for real.

Years later, Jess sat behind her desk, toying with the pen in her hand as the memory came back, clear and stark. She’d felt hot and cold at the same time, and found herself wanting to wrap both arms around the girl and hold her close, so that their bodies were touching. Instead, she pulled away with a nervous giggle. Abby had also laughed, though Jess could tell that her friend had liked the kiss too.

The Truth or Dare game ended there, the girls agreeing that it was late, time to settle down for the night. But sleep was a long time coming for Jess.

Unwanted questions assailed her. Why had she enjoyed kissing Abby so much? Did it mean that she liked girls? Had the others sensed her feelings? That last one scared Jess the most. She remembered how Liz often referred to a certain teacher as a “lezza.” What if she thought I was like that? Jess wondered. The very idea had terrified her.

I’ll just have to make sure that I never do anything like that again, she decided, and finally managed to fall asleep.

Back in the here and now, Jess thought about her frightened adolescent self, and how there had been a certain distance between her and Abigail after that night. The crazy thing is, she mused, I’d swear that’s still the hottest, most thrilling kiss I’ve ever had. With a twelve-year-old girl, no less!

With a sigh, she put her thoughts to one side and got back to work.

When it was time to pick up the girls, she said goodbye to the staff, then had a quick chat with her shop manager. Caterina Lombardi was a 37-year-old Italian with a voluptuous figure, rich dark eyes and a bright smile. Her Mediterranean accent gave her an air of mystery, and she was hugely popular with the customers. Jessica knew full well how lucky she was to have her. Sometimes she wondered why the woman had never gone into the fashion business for herself, but Cat always insisted that she loved working for Jess.

Jessica picked up her daughters, then made a quick stop at the grocery on the way home. On arrival, the girls raced upstairs to change out of their school clothes and get started on their homework, while Jess swapped her high heels for comfy slippers and began to prepare the evening meal. An hour later, the family came together at the dinner table, where they enjoyed plates of spaghetti and discussed what kind of days they’d had.

Just before 10 o’clock, there was a knock on her door. When Jess opened it there was Rachel, wearing a short summer dress. Katie and Poppy had already gone to bed and Alice was just on her way upstairs, but she paused to give “Aunt Rachel” a cheery hello and a hug before making her exit.

Jess brought out two glasses and a tray of nibbles she’d had ready, then she and Rachel seated themselves on the sofa. After opening and pouring the wine, they started to chat, both women carefully skirting around the subject of sex — at least, until Rachel reached for her purse with a knowing smile. Reaching in, she produced a couple of DVDs with a flourish, both of them in plain white boxes. “These have been knocking around for awhile in the back of my wardrobe. To me, they’re pretty hot… let’s see what you think.”

“Pretty hot? What on earth?” Jess asked, puzzled. “You told me you were bringing chick flicks, Rachel.”

Rachel laughed. “Well… these are chick flicks, sort of. You’ll see.” Opening a case, she plucked the DVD from inside, then rose to her feet. “Go ahead and turn it on — I’ll put this in.” Shrugging, Jess aimed the remote, switching on the TV and DVD player. Rachel inserted the disc, then rejoined her friend on the sofa.

As soon as the title Girls Who Love Girls #35 came up, Jessica knew exactly what kind of chicks Rachel had meant. “Oh, my God, Rachel!” she gasped, then gave a nervous giggle. “Um… are you trying to convert me or something?”

Rachel just laughed. “Who, me?” she said, then sipped her wine.

Absently taking a throw pillow into her lap, Jess settled back, her pulse throbbing. Ever since lunch with Rachel, her thoughts had been drifting again and again to the idea of sex between women. A couple of hours earlier while chopping tomatoes and onions for her spaghetti sauce, Jessica found herself wondering if she could even summon up the nerve to enter a lesbian bar, much less hook up with a female stranger.

Standing there at the cutting board, Jess had decided that although it was an interesting notion — and goodness knows, her last few encounters with men had been anything but inspiring — she would have to put a lot more thought into it before exploring the possibility of making love with a woman.

And now she was watching a lesbian sex film with one of her best friends, who had more or less admitted to being bisexual earlier in the day.

Is Rachel planning to make a move on me? she wondered. Then a second, more unsettling question made itself known: If she did, how would I respond?

She stole a glance at her friend, imagining her as a potential sex partner. Jess had to admit that a woman like Rachel would be the kind of lover she would want: thick, luxurious dark red hair, hazel eyes and a full, womanly body that was built for comfort. I bet she’d feel really nice in a cuddle, Jess thought.

On the screen, two blonde women were seated on a bed, having a conversation that Jess wasn’t even listening to — but when one leaned in and kissed the other, her attention was riveted. The kiss quickly grew hot and eager, then the two lovers began to undress.

Jessica couldn’t help but be aroused by the sight, but didn’t want it to show. Trying to make it seem casual, she said, “They aren’t really blonde, are they?”

“Those two?” Rachel said with a disdainful snort. “Not bloody likely. I can practically smell the L’Oréal Paris‎ from here!” She paused, studying the women as they stripped out of the last of their clothing. “Mind you, they are damn sexy, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” Jess replied, not knowing what else to say.

She and Rachel were silent as they continued to watch the lesbian sex unfolding on the screen, steadily growing more explicit. By then the lovers were in a sixty-nine, mouths feasting on each other’s shaved slits. Suddenly the scene changed, and there were two different women on the screen, walking down a hallway hand in hand. Feeling somewhat confused, Jess glanced at her friend.

“This disc is all clips from different movies,” Rachel said. “No real plot to speak of, just non-stop sex.”

Jessica shifted her attention back to the action. Like in the previous scene, these women were kissing. They were just as attractive as the first two but looked much less like porn stars, so the lovemaking was far more convincing, their kisses especially hot. By the scene’s end, Jessica was feeling increasingly  aroused.

The next clip on the disc featured two women in their late thirties or older, seducing a teenage babysitter. Actually, the so-called babysitter was at least twenty-five herself, made up to look more like a high school girl. Not that Jess minded — the sex itself was still sizzling hot!

After a while, she surreptitiously glanced over at Rachel, and was shocked to see that she had pulled the skirt she wore up to expose her thighs and a pair of lacy knickers, cupping the crotch with her free hand. Taking a longer look, Jess saw that Rachel was making small movements with her index finger, stroking the cleft of her vagina. Her heart jumped a beat when she noticed that the front of her friend’s panties was visibly damp.

Suddenly embarrassed, Jessica turned back to the TV screen just in time to see a stunning brunette shove several fingers into a trimmed auburn pussy, then bend down to tease her lover’s clit with a flickering tongue. Jesus sodding Christ, she thought, this is amazing! The few bits of straight porn she’d seen before had left her cold, but these lesbian scenes were something else again.

Jess was getting very turned on. Without thinking, she slipped a hand down the front of her loose fitting tracksuit, using the pillow in her lap for cover. She’d gone without panties, and was astonished by how wet her pussy was. She began to slowly trail her middle finger up and down her slit and through the close-trimmed patch of auburn pubes, now matted with her fluids. Without effort, that finger slid easily into her vagina, then curved as she probed increasingly deeper, using her thumb to make tiny circles round the inflamed nubbin of her clitoris.

She was staring at the lusty sex action on the TV, at times briefly closing her eyes when ripples of ecstasy surged through her — then, suddenly, Jess felt something touching her hand. She started, opening her eyes to see Rachel, very close to her and with one hand joining Jessica’s inside the tracksuit, pressing between her thighs.

Shocked, Jess started to move away, but Rachel stopped her with a smile and a shake of the head, whispering, “Just go with it, love… let me help.”

She joined her fingers to Jessie’s and began to touch her friend’s dripping minge, exploring the warm, wet flesh. Then with a single abrupt thrust, she plunged her fingers alongside Jessica’s into the juicy hole.

A violent shudder shook Jessica — then Rachel suddenly leaned in and kissed her, forcing her tongue between Jessica’s parted lips. A stunned Jess froze at first, then began to respond as if she’d been waiting her whole life for this kiss. Maybe I was, she thought.

Their tongues engaged in a lustful duel as the two friends drew even closer, pressing their bodies together. There was an urgency and passion to this kiss that Jess, and indeed Rachel, had very rarely felt with anyone.

They kissed for a long, lovely while — then, without warning, Jess climaxed with more intensity than she had in years, with such a gush of fluids that she wasn’t completely sure she hadn’t pissed herself.

As her ecstasy subsided and finally dimmed, Rachel planted a gentle kiss on Jessica’s lips and said, “There. Now you’ve practised with a girl.” She sat back on the sofa, grinning like the cat who’d gotten the cream.

Struggling to compose herself, Jess absently wiped her wet hand on the tracksuit. “Oh, my goodness, that was… that was so…” Unable to summon the words to describe her feelings, she fell silent.

Rachel seemed to understand, and patted Jessica’s arm.

“Um… we should probably call it a night,” Jess mumbled. “I had a bit too much to drink… and I’m up early tomorrow morning.”

Rachel slowly rose to her feet. “Yeah, I’d better get back and sort out the babysitter.” Jess gave her a quizzical look, then Rachel added, “So she can get home, I mean.”

As Rachel straightened her clothes, Jess ejected the DVD and placed it back in the case, then switched off the TV. “Here’s your disc,” she said, holding it in an extended hand.

“You hang onto that,” Rachel said with a smile. “I’ve got more at home. Watch the whole thing — you’ll pick up a few good ideas for next time.”

Jess felt her face grow hot. “Rachel! You are so bad.”

“I prefer to be called ‘fun-loving’, but I’ll settle,” Rachel said, reaching for her purse. “Thanks for having me over, Jess.”

“Thanks for the company… and the entertainment,” Jessica replied. “I — I had a really good time.”

As they made their way to the front door, Rachel turned to Jess and said, “It’s about time we had a girly night out. How about getting a couple of our mates together and making a proper evening of it — y’know, a few dozen drinks and some unrestrained dancing?”

Still feeling somewhat dazed, Jess replied, “Oh, sure. Sounds great. I’ll, er, make some calls in the week, spread the word.”

As she opened the door to let Rachel out, they paused to glance at each other. Unable to resist the sudden impulse she felt, Jess suddenly put her hands to her friend’s face, drew close and gently kissed her, then said, “Thanks again, love. Have to admit, I needed that.”

Rachel just responded with, “I know,” and a wink. With a squeeze of her friend’s hand, she stepped into the night, crossing the road to her house.

As Jessica closed the door and turned around, she thought she caught a movement in her peripheral vision, but put it down to the wine. Shaking her head to clear it, she collected wine glasses and the serving platter.

As she moved into the kitchen, a small figure darted further back into the dark and froze.

Minutes earlier, Alice had gotten out of bed to get some water and heard strange noises downstairs, so she crept quietly down a few steps to investigate. She hadn’t been able to see much, as her position was behind the sofa where her mum and Rachel were sitting, but she saw enough to know that they were kissing.

That was startling enough, but then Alice glanced at the TV, her eyes going even wider as she took in a scene from Rachel’s lesbian DVD. A beautiful naked lady with red hair was stretched out on her back, and another dark-haired lady who wore only knickers was licking between her legs.

Alice’s mouth hung slack at the sight. She knew what lesbians were, of course, and had seen two women kiss each other in a grownup movie that Mum had allowed her to watch. But that was a far cry from watching her own mother making out with another woman — or the hardcore lesbian sex that was unfolding on the television screen.

Thinking about it, Alice decided that she liked the idea of Mum being girlfriends with Aunt Rachel. Her feelings about the few men that her mother had dated since Dad left ranged from indifference to active dislike. Guess Mum didn’t like them much either, the twelve-year-old told herself, ‘cause she didn’t go out with any of them but a time or two.

Her attention shifted back to the TV screen. The two lovers, now both completely naked, were in each other’s arms and sharing passionate kisses. Alice’s heart throbbed at the sight. Have Mum and Aunt Rachel done stuff like that, with all their clothes off?

The whole scene made her feel funny inside — wanting something, but what? Maybe to see more of what was happening on the sofa. Were they doing more than just kissing? She could tell that they still had their tops on, at least.

Alice kept stealing glances at the TV, but her main focus was now on Mum and her friend. Girlfriend, I mean. The urge to see everything had the girl scowling in sudden frustration. What are they up to? Are they touching each other? Damn it, I want to know!

Her thoughts were interrupted when Mum broke the kiss with Aunt Rachel and threw her head back, crying out loud. She was trembling, and her eyes were squeezed shut.

Oh my God, Alice realised, a hand flying to her mouth. Mum’s having an orgasm! They have to be doing more than just kissing, lots more! With a shiver of excitement, she wondered if Aunt Rachel was touching her mum down there.

Alice had figured out how to masturbate a few months earlier. It felt nice when she touched herself, and she did usually manage to come… though what was happening to Mum right then seemed a lot more intense. Maybe it gets better the more you do it, Alice decided. I’ll be doing it tonight, that’s for sure!

Her attention was riveted to the sofa, the antics on the TV screen all but forgotten. She wondered what Aunt Rachel and Mum would do now. Maybe they’ll get undressed, she told herself, the thought making her heart race even faster.

But instead, Mum called it a night, saying she had to get up early the next morning. Alice was surprised by how disappointed it made her feel, the show ending so abruptly. Mum even turned off the movie — though Aunt Rachel then told Mum that she could hang onto the DVD for a few days.

That thrilled Alice. Maybe she’ll leave it someplace where I can find it, she thought.

Before she knew it, Aunt Rachel had left — and Alice suddenly realised that she’d missed her best chance for a safe getaway. Mum was in the kitchen, too close by for the girl to make her move.

But then Jessica came out of the kitchen, hesitated and went into the lounge. She picked something up from the coffee table, an object Alice recognised as Aunt Rachel’s DVD. When Jess turned to switch off the light, Alice raced up the stairs as quickly as she dared, hastening into her bedroom. Leaving the door slightly open, she listened.

She heard Mum go into her room, but also saw that she didn’t turn off the light right away. Within a couple of minutes, she heard sounds similar to those coming from the TV earlier. Oh, wow — she’s watching it some more!

The temptation to resume her spying was much too powerful to resist. Alice crept out to the hallway and moved near to her mother’s bedroom door. Luckily, Mum hadn’t quite shut it all the way.

Carry on to Chapter Two!