Secrets, Chapter 25

  • Posted on December 24, 2016 at 1:25 pm

By Naughty Mommy

When we gathered at Valerie’s on the afternoon of Saturday, September 10, in addition to the sixteen people from our previous meeting, there were four new faces. One of them belonged to a tall, pretty redhead named Whitney, a single woman about 45 years old. She was a friend of Maureen McCormick, Reagan’s mother.

Whitney appeared very shy, sticking close to Maureen and hardly saying a word, at least not until we began sharing our stories. By contrast, the three other new attendees, who’d been invited by Connie, were ebullient, mingling and chatting gaily with everyone.

After we finally settled into place, I stood and welcomed the group, then went over our club rules for the newcomers. No one had any objections or questions. As I sat down again, I thought how interesting it was that all four first-timers had been invited by those who themselves were new the previous month. Our plan was working — women and girls really did want to share their sexy secrets!

The first to speak this time was Maureen. She briefly related the story of how she and her teenage daughter Reagan enjoyed watching each other masturbate — but their particular fetish was that they always pretended they were spying. Neither one would acknowledge the other as she played with herself, although both knew exactly what was happening.

“My daughter and I have been doing that since, um, since early last year,” said Maureen, “so, for about a year and a half. But now, well, now I have another secret to tell. Because after we heard all those amazing stories from everyone last month, at the last meeting, we both realized we wanted more. We had to have more. So, uh, we made love. Reagan and I made love. It was… god, I can’t tell you how great it was.”

“Don’t you want to show us what you did?” asked Jae, with a wicked smile. “Not just tell us, but show us?”

Maureen blushed and grinned. “Well, yes,” she nodded, “we could do that, if you want us to. I’d kind of like to hear from some of the others first, though, hear what they have to say.”

Rose went next. She told us that during the past month she and her daughters, 13-year-old Emily and 9-year-old Melissa, had progressed from kissing and tribbing to oral sex. As she described in detail the things they’d done with each other, with her daughters sometimes adding comments, I saw hands moving down between legs at various places around the room. Several of the women and girls in attendance were starting to masturbate.

After Rose was done, one of our new attendees spoke up. This was a buxom blond named Michelle. She was on a sofa next to Connie Rayburn, the friend who’d invited her.  Michelle appeared to be in her early thirties and was dressed in tight, revealing clothing, showing plenty of skin.

“I want to tell you guys my story,” she said, smiling and winking at us, “all my dirty secrets. It, uh, it starts around twenty years ago, back when I was just a kid, 12 years old, the same age Claire is now.”

Michelle patted her daughter’s leg. Claire, who was squeezed in beside her mom, almost sitting on her lap, wore sandals, short-shorts, and a light, sleeveless top that buttoned up the front. More than half of the buttons were open, and the girl plainly wore no bra. A good portion of her small, developing breasts were visible.

Continuing, Michelle said, “I was a curious kid, always snooping around, and one day in the back of my parents’ closet, I found a hidden pile of adult magazines, mostly Playboy and Penthouse, along with some harder stuff too. There was also a couple of videotapes, you know, x-rated porn, and some dirty paperback novels. Of course, I was really excited by this, and started sneaking in there every chance I could get, looking at all that stuff and masturbating. One afternoon, though, I wasn’t careful enough, and my mom caught me.”

As she said this, Michelle turned and smiled at the fourth newcomer. Seated at the end of the sofa on the other side of Claire was Joan, Michelle’s mother and Claire’s grandmother. Joan, a curvy, fifty-something woman with bleached blond hair and a lot of makeup, was wearing tight jeans and a thin, clinging tank top with no bra. Evidently Connie had informed her friends what to expect from our meetings, and they’d come looking for a good time.

“Why don’t you tell them what you did then, Mom,” said Michelle.

Before Joan could reply, Valerie frowned, “You didn’t punish her, did you?”

“No, don’t worry,” Michelle laughed, “she sure didn’t.”

Joan shook her head. “I didn’t punish my daughter or get mad at her, nothing like that. We, uh, I actually sat down with her and we looked at some of the magazines and the other stuff. I told her it was fine for her to look at them, and I told her masturbation is perfectly normal. I asked her what she liked best in the magazines, and she told me, and I told her what I liked too, you know, the kinds of pictures that turned me on and everything. I started masturbating while we were looking at the stuff, and then she started masturbating. We looked at the dirty pictures together and played with ourselves until we both came, me and my 12-year-old daughter.”

“That’s hot,” said Maureen. She was openly masturbating, with her dress pulled up, legs spread wide, a hand inside her panties.

Rose nodded, “Yeah, it is. It’s very, very hot.”

Others chimed in, agreeing. More than half of the women and girls in the room were rubbing themselves, including me.

“I told her, though,” said Joan, “that we should probably keep it a secret from her dad. So we did. My daughter and I, all through the years when she was growing up, from then until she was an adult, we’d look at porn and masturbate together, secretly, any time we got the chance. We still do, in fact.”

“That’s what I do with my mom,” Tina said. “We watch porn and masturbate. I love doing that with her.”

Michelle chuckled, “I guess we’re not the only ones.”

Claire spoke up for the first time. “And I do it too now, with ‘em. You know, look at porn and, um, and all that.”

“That’s right,” said Joan, as she ran her hand along her granddaughter’s bare thigh, gently caressing. “A few months ago, her mother and I decided we should invite Claire to join our fun. And she loves it, don’t you, sweetie?”

“Uh-huh, I do,” the girl nodded, “it’s awesome.”

Jae asked, “Do you ever… do anything else with each other besides masturbating? Anything more?”

Michelle slowly shook her head, leering at Jae. “No, uh, we haven’t, not yet. Do you have some suggestions?”

There were giggles about this, with people looking around at one another. I wondered if an orgy might suddenly break out. Most of us were playing with ourselves to one extent or another, but no had reached climax yet that afternoon — we were edging, and the sexual tension in the room was extremely high, so high you could almost smell it. No, you could smell it. I took a deep breath, inhaling through my nose. Pussy, pussy, delicious pussy… the scent alone nearly made me come.

Following a few more seconds of silence, broken only by the sounds of heavy breathing, Connie said, “Whitney, maybe you should tell everybody about you and your mother.”

I immediately broke in. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. No one has to speak if they don’t feel like it.”

“No, I…” Whitney cleared her throat, then continued. “I do want to. I want to tell everyone my secret. I’m proud of it.”

So we listened as the woman told us all about her unusual experiences as a child.

“When I, um, one time when I was 6 years old, instead of putting me in my own bed at night, my mother brought me into her room. She took off my nightie and my undies, then set me down on the bed between her and my father. They were both naked already. That wasn’t unusual. We saw each other nude a lot, it wasn’t really a big deal at our house. But, uh, but I’d never seen my dad doing what he was doing. He was holding his dick in his hand and rubbing it, and it was huge, big and long and stiff. I couldn’t stop staring at it.”

“Mmmm,” sighed Valerie.

I glanced over at my friend, sitting in an armchair near me. Valerie’s eyes were closed and she had both hands working between her legs inside her panties, her loose silk skirt up around her waist. I wasn’t sure whether she was aroused by the thought of the man’s erect cock, or the idea of the little girl being nude in bed with her parents. Maybe it was both.

“My mom kissed me,” Whitney said. “She kissed my mouth and told me she loved me. She said she wanted to make love with me. I didn’t know what that meant, of course, at that age, but I soon found out. My mother kissed me again. She kissed my mouth, putting her tongue inside. She kissed my mouth and my chest and my nipples and my tummy, and then she started kissing my pee-pee. That’s what I called it then. My mom kissed and licked my pee-pee, and pretty soon I started feeling really strange. I got kind of hot, like a fever. My mother kept licking me there, and I was feeling all jumpy and shaky and excited, and then it happened — I had my first orgasm.”

“Goddamn goddamn goddamn!” That was Connie. She was fucking herself, two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, shorts and panties down around her ankles.

Whitney paused a moment, watching Connie. She smiled and licked her lips, then continued, “I didn’t really know what it was, what had happened, you know, when I came — but I knew it felt great and I wanted more. There wasn’t any more that first night, though. My mother put me back in my own bed, kissed me and told me she loved me, then went back to her room. But we did the same thing a few nights later, and after that it happened a lot, at least two or three times a week, maybe more often. My mom licked me and made me come while my father watched and masturbated. Somewhere along in there my mother started masturbating too. I don’t remember exactly when it was, but she played with herself and showed me what she was doing. She opened her pussy and told me I could kiss her there if I wanted to, the same way she kissed me.”

“Yes! YES!!” Connie reached climax — which suddenly triggered a whole bunch of others, including me.

I came, and Valerie came, and Rose and Jae both came, and Reagan and Maureen and Connie and, well, for the next several minutes all you could hear was the ecstatic sounds of girls and women enjoying self-induced orgasms, one after another. It was a masturbation jamboree, and this was only the beginning of our fun that Saturday afternoon.

 

After things settled down a bit, Whitney proceeded with her story. She told us about all the many nights she and her mother made love in front of her dad. This went on for years and years. Her father never touched Whitney, not sexually anyway, but there were a few times when he fucked her mom in front of Whitney, or when her mother sucked her dad’s dick and made him come. Those occasions were rare, however, being the exception rather than the rule. Nearly all the time it was mother-daughter sex, with the man simply watching.

For a decade and a half, beginning when Whitney was only 6 years old and continuing until she was 21, she and her mother pleasured each other in front of her dad, often several times a week.

“But then he got sick,” she said. “My father was a smoker and got lung cancer. He went down fast. A few months after he was diagnosed, he died. That was really sad, of course, but at least I had my mom and she had me. We consoled each other, and we continued making love.”

Whitney said she never moved away from home, but had always lived with her mother. They slept in the same bed for the next two decades and had sex on a regular basis. Only after her mom had a stroke at age 67 did they finally stop, when she became disabled. Within a year she passed away. Whitney had never fallen in love with anyone else, had never married or even considered it, and still thought of her mother as her life partner, her one true lover.

We were all quiet as we listened to this heartfelt declaration of love and devotion. It was beautiful, moving, and also arousing — to think of a woman and a girl, mother and daughter, making love for all those years, starting when the young one was a child and lasting until she was a woman in her forties with her mother in her sixties, their passion and desire for one another never waning.

It made me really hot to think about that. I wondered if Kerie and I… what might it be like for us when she grew up?

My daughter was sitting on the floor just in front of me. Near her were the other younger girls, Becky and Melissa. None of the three, as far as I could tell, had begun masturbating yet. They were content with listening and observing.

As I looked down at Kerie and thought about Whitney’s story, her lifelong love affair with her own mother, I felt suddenly overwhelmed with need. I had to have my daughter. I had to fuck her.

Then something else popped into my head — I recalled a conversation with my sister Jae a few months earlier. She’d suggested then that Kerie and I perhaps should ‘demonstrate’ for Rose the game we played, the way we tribbed. We’d never really had a chance to do that, but now we could.

“Kerie,” I said.

“Hm?” She turned to look up at me.

“Take off your clothes, baby girl.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.”

Addressing the group, I said, “Most of you know about this already, of course, but the newcomers don’t. And not very many of you have seen it. So now we’re gonna show you.”

As I spoke, I got to my feet and started stripping. I didn’t make a big production out of it, just quickly removed all my clothing, my summer dress, bra, panties, and sandals. By then, Kerie was naked too, standing and facing me. I bent and kissed her mouth, then glanced around the room.

Everyone was staring at us. I took a deep breath, licked my lips, and said, “My daughter and I are lovers. We have sex just about every day. I want to show you how we first started, one of the things we love to do together.”

I took a quilt from a stack beside my chair. (Valerie and I had decided it might be a good idea to have some padding available, just in case.) I spread the quilt on the floor in the center of the group, then lay down on my back, opening my arms and my legs.

“Come here, baby,” I smiled at Kerie. “Come here and fuck Mommy.”

“Okay!” she giggled.

“Let’s do it too, Mom,” said Emily, popping up from her chair. “Let’s do it too!”

Rose agreed, and soon she was lying nude on the floor next to me, with her 13-year-old daughter on top of her. Emily and Kerie began moving in tandem, humping their moms pussy-to-pussy while grinning at one another.

“Reagan,” said Maureen. “Jae asked us before to show some of the things we’ve done with each other. You want to do that now?”

The pretty teenager nodded. “Okay, sure.”

Maureen knelt in front of her daughter, pushed up her short skirt and tugged her panties off, then began licking the girl.

Others soon joined in, and within a few minutes a full-scale orgy was underway. On the floor not far from us, sisters Candice and Erica were locked in a ’69’, munching each other’s pussies. I could see Tina and Becky kissing and fingering one another, while their mother, Valerie, watched them and masturbated. Brooke and Allison were also in a ’69’, their mom standing over them, talking dirty to the girls as she fucked her cunt with her fingers. Meanwhile, Jae had approached Michelle. She’d removed the woman’s top and was licking and sucking her big tits. Joan was on the sofa with her granddaughter, Claire, on her lap, the older woman kissing and fondling the 12-year-old. Everyone at the meeting was either having sex with someone or watching and masturbating. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of hot feminine sex.

It went on that way for a couple of hours. Most of us switched partners several times. I got the chance to see some of the women doing things with their daughters they’d never done before, which was awesome. I had sex with Tina, and with Reagan, and Maureen, and Rose, and Emily, and well, I can’t remember everyone else, and I couldn’t begin to count the number of orgasms I had. It was a wonderful day.

 

At that fourth meeting of Secrets Club, in September, we’d had twenty attendees at Valerie’s, a nice large group. The following month we welcomed five new members, and the month after that there were nine more new faces in the room. We quickly realized that as our club continued to grow and became more popular — though still strictly secret, of course — we’d have no choice but to split up into separate chapters. Imagine fifty or sixty people meeting in one place, all trying to share their stories over a couple of hours. It simply wouldn’t work.

So, by the end of the first full year, there were three chapters of the club in our city, averaging twenty or more attendees at each monthly meeting. Isn’t that amazing? The women and girls who lived near us certainly had a lot of secrets to tell! And they weren’t the only ones, either. Not even close. After two years, our city alone could boast seven chapters of Secrets Club, while three other cities in our state had started their own chapters. It was contagious, spreading like a fever!

Our original chapter, the one I’d started along with Jae and Rose and Valerie, met on the second Saturday of every month. Other chapters also met monthly, but on different weeks or on different days. This allowed some of us, the charter members, to visit other meetings from time to time, checking in to be sure everything was working smoothly.

As I’ve done that, going around to different places week after week, it’s been fascinating to learn how common some of the secrets are that people hold. For instance, I would estimate that at least a third of all moms, maybe even half, have indulged in sexual fantasies about their daughters. Some women have fantasies about their sons too, of course, but the mother-daughter thing strikes me as far more prevalent for whatever reason. It seems as if that’s a natural instinct or something.

I also frequently hear stories about sisters who masturbated together when they were young, or who “practiced” kissing, which then led to more extreme activities. That’s another recurrent theme. We hear it over and over. In fact, it’s amusing: after attending so many meetings over all these years and listening to confessions of secrets from so many different women and girls, I can almost predict what someone’s going to say just from the initial set-up.

For those of us who are veterans of the club, there really aren’t too many surprises anymore. It’s still wonderful, though, to be at a meeting and witness the thrill of discovery for new members when they hear certain things for the first time, or to see the relief they feel when they are able to open up and share the forbidden secrets they’ve kept inside for so long. I’m really proud of what we’ve accomplished.

Once in a while I will hear something unusual. Among the members in one of our chapters, for instance, is a mother and daughter whose big fetish, their special turn-on, is peeing on each other. That’s certainly not my thing, not at all, but we try hard not to make any judgments. As long as no one gets hurt and everything’s consensual, the club does not place limits on the kinds of sexual secrets members are allowed to share.

Although there is no set agenda, and anyone can speak whenever they want, our meetings have developed a mostly standard format. The usual practice is that after an opening recitation of club rules, members will begin voluntarily to share their sexual secrets — and in many cases not only tell a story, but also demonstrate the things they do. With that in mind, nearly every chapter has one or more members whose job is to record each session on video.

As time went by and our club continued to grow — with new chapters springing up not only in our state but in nearby states as well — someone had the bright idea of offering these videos for sale to club members. That way, people from one meeting could hear the stories and watch the sexy antics of girls and women from other meetings too.

This was an immediate hit. Everyone wanted to observe what members in other places were doing, especially when those meetings turn into hot lesbian orgies. More often than not that’s what happens, with women and girls of all ages — sisters, mother and daughters, sometimes even grandmothers — having sex with each other on camera.

The substantial fees we accrue through video sales are placed in a fund to support an annual Secrets Club gala. This takes place in a different location every year and typically involves several hundred members meeting at a private resort, with, as you can imagine, a whole lot of sex going on at all hours of the day and night. It’s always an incredible experience, something no one ever wants to miss.

In the midst of all this busy activity, we needed someone to keep careful track of everything: chapters, locations, banking, and so on. So, we have a Secretary-Treasurer of Secrets Club, and can you guess who that is? Wait for it —— it’s Mrs. Simmons! Don’t you love it? She’s such a darling, we couldn’t possibly get along without her.

In addition, my daughter Kerie, who’s now 21 years old, writes a monthly newsletter that she distributes electronically to members who subscribe. Her circulation recently passed 3,000!

Yes, our little endeavor has been a huge success. There are multiple chapters of Secrets Club in most large American cities, and quite a few in Canada as well. Small and mid-size towns across the country each have their own groups that meet every month. We’ve even heard talk of chapters forming in Europe.

If you’re a woman or a girl with a secret interest in kinky sex, chances are pretty good that you’ve already heard about our club and maybe attended a meeting. I certainly hope you’ve been able to.

If not, try asking around. It’s likely you’re acquainted with someone who’s a member, even if you don’t realize it. It’s true, we’re everywhere! Just look for that girl or woman with a gleam in her eye, a flirty smile, a suggestive attitude that says, I have a secret. She’ll be the one.

THE END

8 Comments on Secrets, Chapter 25

  1. Drod says:

    Oh, I’m so sad to see the series end, Mommy. A great read, and I’m looking forward to your next erotic endeavour. ;-)

  2. Quinlan says:

    A exciting and loving end to the tale. And a great Xmas present for us too! Can’t wait to see what your naughty imagination will bring us, Mommy!

  3. sue says:

    just loved the series and the ending. Of course most of you know our secret, and it’s a secret we share with three close friends in real life, and yes each of them has a little secret too. Now maybe we will keep our eyes and ears a little more open. Thanks for another great series Naughty Mommy and we look forward to what comes in the New Year. love, Sue & Kim

  4. Jozef says:

    Beautiful thank you. it was a great story, and Merry Christmas to all~

  5. revelnit says:

    Good story. Thank you for the whole thing

  6. Thank you, everyone! I’m glad you liked the story so much. :D

  7. Tray21 says:

    I love your stories they all ways make me so damn horny.. Love the tribbing. clit on clit so hot mmm grinding now, More storied soon please

  8. Swan says:

    Absolutely delightful story. I am glad I found this site. Now on to more stories!

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