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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 31 — Finis

  • Posted on March 9, 2016 at 1:44 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

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

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

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

“Thinking about your mom?” she asked.

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

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

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

“Are you going to?”

“Eventually.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Desire.

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

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

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

It was her mom. Her flesh and blood mother.

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Becca asked.

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

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

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

“How so?”

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why won’t you tell me?”

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

“You could still tell me!”

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

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

********

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

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

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

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

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

“Come sit, honey,” her mom said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

“Oh, my God! Are you pregnant?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A couple of months.”

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

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

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

“Really.”

“You’re not mad?”

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

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

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

“Okay. What?”

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

“I think we established that years ago.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Same response,” she said.

“Huh?” Becca asked, confused.

“Yes, of course… and I still do.”

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

“Is that all you wanted to know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When I was older, yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened to her?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is she now?”

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

I ABSOLUTELY GUARANTEE YOU WILL ENJOY EITHER ENDING!!!

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

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

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 31a

  • Posted on March 9, 2016 at 1:42 pm

Dear Reader,

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

Enjoy!


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

“What happened to her?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is she now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why does it scare you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Honey, don’t be mad at me, okay?”

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

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

“Walked in on me?”

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

“And you saw me?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure you won’t hate me?”

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

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

“And…?” Becca knew there was more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wasn’t aware you would like that.”

“I would have. Very much.”

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

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

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

“Really?!”

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

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

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

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

“Go on, Mommy. Tell me more.”

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

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

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

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

Cassy nodded, “Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“And did you?”

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

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

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

“How did it taste?” Becca asked again.

“Delicious.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t understand,” Cassy said.

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

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

“Are you saying Gina and…”

“Yes. And they love it.”

“Even the girls?”

“Especially the girls,” Becca assured her.

“Lori?”

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

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

“Believe me, they’ll love it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Welcome to the club!” Lori said.

“What club?” asked Cassy.

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

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

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

And that was exactly as it should be.

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

THE END

Cheryl Taggert

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 31b

  • Posted on March 9, 2016 at 1:40 pm

Dear Reader,

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

Enjoy!


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

“What happened to her?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is she now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, honey, I don’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Actually, it’s pairs.”

“You mean, more than one? Really?”

“Uh-huh,” Becca said, nodding.

“Could you name one?”

“I’d rather not.”

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

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

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

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

This gave Becca an idea.

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

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

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

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

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

“But she’s only ten.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Club? What club?”

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

“Who are Heather and Tina?”

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

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

“You won’t freak out?”

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

“Well, sorta.”

“I won’t freak out. I promise.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

Cassy continued to stare at the ceiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“What about Evan?”

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re naked,” Lynn said, blushing.

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

A slow grin appeared on Lynn’s face.

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

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

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

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

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

Gina froze in place, wondering how to handle this.

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

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

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

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

“You really have sex with your daughters?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She did not shrink from the contact, however.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Becca’s breathing was becoming ragged as well.

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

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

“I understand. What about sex with your nieces there. I know they’d adore making love to you.”

Cassy sighed deeply. Her reply shocked even her. “Are you sure they want to?” she asked, and Gina nodded. “Well… I would have never thought I would say this, but I wouldn’t rule it out.”

“And what about having sex with your sister-in-law. We’re not even blood relatives.”

“Oh, I definitely think that would be fine,” Cassy said before adding, “as long as my sister-in-law was okay with it, too.” She smiled at Gina, who returned the smile before moving in to kiss that luscious spot on Cassy’s throat.

Soon, the two women were completely involved with each other. Gina was squatting on the floor, her head between Cassy’s legs as Cassy remained on the settee.

Becca, who was now licking Lori’s soft pussy and giving her clit a tongue bath, noticed her mom and aunt. Her mom was looking at her licking the young girl and obviously enjoying the sight. Lynn was still between Becca’s legs, feasting on her older cousin’s pussy as if there would never be another chance to devour her.

Becca came first. When she did, she looked at her mother, who was still staring at the spectacle of her daughter with an eleven year old between her legs licking her pussy to orgasm, not to mention Becca’s own mouth, tongue, and lips working to bring Lori to a climax as well, which was exactly what happened. The little girl humped her pussy against Becca’s face and mouth as she came.

As she watched the lewd scene, Cassy could see the little girl’s juices literally running down her daughter’s chin.

Lynn, who still hadn’t come, walked boldly up to Cassy, climbed up onto the settee, and straddled her aunt’s face, lowering her soaking pussy onto the woman’s mouth as if she’d done it every day of her life.

It was at that moment that Cassy came. She had watched the young girl move into position over her and couldn’t believe the preteen was going to do what she did. The sheer eroticism of the moment pushed her over the edge and she came. The orgasm that consumed her felt better than any she’d had in months. Perhaps even years.

As Cassy came, Lynn continued to buck her small hips against her aunt’s mouth and chin to smear her juices on Cassy’s face.

A spell seemed to have been broken, and Cassy continued licking Lynn’s pussy. The woman had been reluctant to engage in such adult-child sex of any kind, but she found she was enjoying this much more than she ever would have thought possible. Cassy thought of how she had suggested that she might do this to the young girl, but she didn’t really think she would when the chance came. Therefore, she was both appalled by what was happening as well as turned on beyond belief. Perhaps because Lynn approached her for sex was the difference, but whatever it was, she realized she now loved little girl pussy.

As Becca watched what was happening with her mother and Lynn, Gina got up and took Lori’s hand. “Would you like to lick Mommy?” she asked, and the child smiled as if she’d just asked her if she wanted her favorite ice cream. It occurred to Becca that pussy juice may be the girl’s favorite food.

Gina lay on the bed in such a way as to assure that Cassy could see what Lori was doing to her.

Lori dived into her mother’s wet slit and began to lick her, covering her mother’s pussy with her mouth and licking hard while sucking gently.

In seconds, Gina, aware she was being watched, came in her daughter’s mouth. At that moment, Lynn came as well, continuing to smear her fluids on Cassy’s mouth and chin.

Later, they all lay on the bed, catching their breath and chatting.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try out your daughter?” Gina asked Cassy. “She’s great at licking pussy!”

“I know she is, but I have to pass for now. Who knows? Maybe I’ll change my mind someday.”

“I hope so,” Becca said.

Conversation stopped, and soon small snores could be heard as they all fell asleep for a brief nap. About an hour later, they awoke, and this time Cassy licked Lori and Gina to orgasms while Becca and Lynn watched and masturbated.

Becca felt she could do okay with her mom’s refusal to make love with her. After all, she would be the newest guest at the next meeting of The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, and that bond would last forever. As long as there were plenty of girls and women who enjoyed making love with each other like that, Becca would be just fine.

And then the teenager began to come again, watching her mother lick Lori’s little pussy.

Yep, she thought. Everything will be okay.

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

THE END

Cheryl Taggert