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Way Better

  • Posted on May 21, 2018 at 10:10 am

by Your Ghost

{ This story was originally posted at The Kristen Archives in 2006 }

 Twelve year old Melissa Hunt studied the TV schedule while her mom flipped through the channels. There didn’t appear to be anything on, though. Lizzie McGuire, Melissa’s favorite show, had just ended, and now there was just dumb cop shows and doctor shows and reality shows. There were movies, too, on cable, but none of them sounded interesting.

She was just about ready to throw the schedule down and go into her room to play on the computer when her mother Gwen said, “Let’s watch this.”

Melissa looked up and saw a strange and unexpected image on the TV screen: a girl in a bunny costume, singing in a nightclub.”What is it?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

“It’s called Better Than Chocolate,” Gwen replied, holding the remote out in front of her like a divining rod. “It’s a love story.”

“Okay.”

Melissa loved love stories. But as she snuggled up to her mom and watched the movie, she realized that this wasn’t like any love story she’d ever seen. For one thing, there weren’t any cute guys in it except for the one girl’s brother, and for another thing, it was the two main girls who were in love. They’re lesbians, Melissa realized.

They kept kissing and hugging each other over and over again, and flirting with each other… they even took a shower together, and painted each other’s bodies while they were naked. Puzzled, Melissa furrowed her brow. Why would her mother want to watch something like this? Or let her watch it, for that matter?

Not that Melissa thought it was bad or anything. In fact, it was kinda cool. The girls were really pretty, and they sure seemed to be in love. She thought it unfair that people would hate them just because they were both girls.

By the time the movie was over and love had triumphed, Melissa had decided that there wasn’t anything at all wrong with girls who wanted to be together that way.”How about some ice cream?” Gwen asked, stretching her arms.

“Sure!” Melissa replied with a big grin. She loved ice cream, even more than love stories.

“Come on, then.”

Melissa followed her mom into the kitchen. She fetched the bowls, the spoons and the ice cream scoop while Mom got the ice cream from the fridge. Chocolate, her favorite.

They sat across from each other at the table and Mom started scooping big globs of double fudge into the bowls.

“So, tell me, hon,” Gwen said as she worked, “what did you think of the movie?”

“Well,” Melissa replied, “the title of the movie was wrong.”

“Wrong? Why?”

“Because there’s nothing better than chocolate.”

Mom laughed a little and said, “Oh, I don’t know about that. There are a lot of very yummy things in this world.”

“Nothing as yummy as this,” Melissa said, then put a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

“For one thing,” Gwen said with a smile, “I think that you’re pretty yummy, my sweet little girl.” She placed her hand on Melissa’s knee. “So… other than the title,” Gwen went on, “what did you think of the movie? Did you like it?”

Melissa shrugged, swallowed her ice cream, and said, “Yeah… it was cool.” She wanted to say more, but wasn’t exactly sure what.

“I thought it was very romantic,” Gwen offered. “And I like love stories with happy endings, too… don’t you?”

“Yeah. Sad endings suck.”

Gwen chuckled, then asked, “So… what did you think of the girls? Did you think they were pretty?”

“The girl with the red curly hair sure was. The other girl was too, but she wasn’t nearly as pretty as the red-haired girl. She was beautiful.”

“I think so, too,” Gwen said. She spooned some of her ice cream, swallowed, then asked, “What about the fact that they were both girls? Did that bother you at all?”

Melissa shrugged again and said, “No, it was cool.” She was telling the truth, but at the same time she felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed kinda weird to be talking with her mom about lesbians.

“It didn’t bother me, either,” Gwen said. “I think if two people love each other, it shouldn’t matter whether they’re a boy and a girl, or whether they’re two girls, or whatever. If they love each other, then it should be okay for them to be together.”

“Yeah, it should,” Melissa said. “But a lot of people don’t like gay people. They think they’re sick, or whatever. This girl I know at school, Ronda Gabaldon, she says gay people are evil and will burn in hell when they die.”

“That’s bullshit,” Gwen said, which surprised Melissa; her mom didn’t usually talk like that. Plus, she seemed madder than she should have been.

Melissa swallowed another glob of ice cream, then said, “Yeah, well, Ronda Gabaldon’s pretty stupid.”

*****

At ten o’clock Melissa went in to take her nightly shower. She got the water going, made sure it wasn’t too hot, then quickly stripped off her clothes and got in. She grabbed the soap and began soaping herself down, starting with her shoulders and her arms, then her chest and stomach, then her butt, legs and feet. She made sure she got everything clean, then worked some shampoo into her long blonde hair. She kneaded it into a huge lather, scrubbed and massaged, until she was confident that her hair too was clean, then took the shower head down and rinsed all the shampoo out.

Once she was done with that, Melissa turned the heat down a little bit, so that it was more warm than hot, then adjusted the shower head from spray to pulsate. She leaned against the shower wall and began directing the water over her budding breasts, closing her eyes and smiling slightly at the immediate pleasure that coursed through her. She used her free hand to caress her chest as the water gently beat on her skin, fingertips gliding, squeezing and pulling, tapering over her hardening nipples.

As she touched herself, Melissa thought about Jason Miller. He was a ninth grader, two years ahead of her, the cutest boy in Melissa’s whole middle school. She imagined Jason touching her the same way she was touching herself.

It was her favorite sex fantasy for when she was in the shower or in bed, but for some reason she was finding it sort of difficult to focus. And then he just kind of drifted away altogether, replaced by an image of those two girls from the lesbian movie.

They were in the shower too, like they’d been in the movie — naked, wet and kissing each other passionately, their glistening bodies pressed together as they embraced. The red-haired girl began caressing the blonde girl’s boobs and playing with her nipples, then she dipped her head and started kissing and sucking them.

Melissa was a little startled by this vision, but only because she’d never really thought about girls like that before. She kinda liked the idea of the girls together, though, in love and doing loving sexy things to each other.

She decided to keep thinking about it as she sprayed warm pulsating water over her boobs — only now, instead of the blonde girl from the movie, she was the one in the shower with the red-haired girl. Melissa liked that even better. She imagined herself running her fingers through the girl’s curly hair as the redhead kissed and sucked her nipples and touched her between her legs. Melissa mimicked those touches with her own hand, alternating between her breasts and her pussy.

Then she imagined the red-haired girl getting down on her knees and kissing her down there, and as she imagined that she moved the pulsating shower head so that the water hit directly on her pussy.

Within seconds she felt an orgasm pour through her, causing her to gasp and shudder with the force of it. Then another one came, and another. Melissa was surprised, almost shocked; she’d never had that many orgasms all at once before, nor were they ever so intense, even when she was thinking about Jason. It was almost like the idea of making out with a girl was better than imagining it with a boy.

But of course, it can’t be, Melissa told herself as she put the shower head back and shut off the water. It’s just a leftover thing from watching that movie. There is no way I could be turning gay. Right…?

“I’m not a lesbian,” she muttered to no one as she toweled her body dry.

*****

Melissa and her mom went to bed at midnight. They only had one bedroom, and one bed, because Gwen had to work at a job that didn’t pay her much money. It had always been this way, but Melissa didn’t mind. In fact, she had always enjoyed sharing a bed with her mom; it made her feel safe, and she was comforted by the presence of another person sleeping next to her. Plus, if she wasn’t too tired, Mom liked to stay awake and talk for a little while. Melissa liked talking in bed at night.

Mom didn’t want to talk about the stuff she normally talked about, like Melissa’s schoolwork or the shopping they had to do the next day. Instead, she wanted to talk some more about the movie they’d watched. Actually, about the girls in the movie.

“So, you thought the red-haired girl was prettier?” Mom asked.

“Yeah,” Melissa replied cautiously.

They were lying side by side, Melissa on her back and Mom facing her, really close, an arm draped over Melissa’s stomach.

“Did you like watching them together? Kissing and touching each other? Making love?”

“Yeah,” Melissa said again, suddenly feeling embarrassed because of what she’d thought about in the shower. Feeling a little excited too, which also embarrassed her. “They didn’t show that much, though. I mean, they were naked and kissing and all that, but you didn’t get to see any real sex stuff.”

“Yeah, I know,” Gwen said, sounding a little disappointed. “It’s too bad. I would have liked seeing them have sex.” She slipped her hand under Melissa’s pajama top and began to lightly rub her tummy. “Would you have liked it if they’d shown that kind of thing?”

“I dunno. I guess I wouldn’t have minded it.” Melissa was very aware of how her mom was touching her. She knew that it wasn’t exactly what a mother was supposed to do with her daughter, but Mom had always given her nice caresses like this — and besides, it felt good, so she didn’t say anything.

“I would have liked it,” Mom went on. “The two of them kissing each other’s breasts. Sucking each other’s nipples. Licking each other’s pussies. Making love the way only two women can.”

Melissa was startled by her mom’s language; she’d never heard her talk like that before. The words didn’t really sound right, coming out of her mouth, but at the same time Melissa had the sense that they belonged there. That Mom had said those words, probably to other people, and that she was comfortable with them. Maybe even turned on by them.

Melissa had to admit to herself that they turned her on too. She thought again about the fantasy she’d had in the shower, where the red-haired girl had kissed her and touched her… except now, she replaced the red-haired girl with her mother. She pictured Mom behind her closed eyes, wet and soapy as she cupped Melissa’s small breasts with both hands — then, just as she was thinking this, as if her mind was being read, Melissa felt her mom’s hand move from her belly up to her chest.

Gwen’s palm slid almost casually over Melissa’s right breast, then began to lightly squeeze and fondle it. At the same time Mom leaned in close and kissed her gently on the cheek. Melissa turned her head and looked at her and Mom kissed her again, this time on the mouth.

Mom’s lips were cool and soft, and Melissa spontaneously returned her kiss. They kissed again, then a third time, and Melissa realized that they weren’t just doing something impulsive and momentary; they were making out. Like lesbians.

A small voice inside Melissa’s head said, You shouldn’t be doing this, she’s your mom, but another part of her, a silent and yet very strong part, seemed to take control of her. Her body acted on its own, her mouth returning Gwen’s kisses, lips parting eagerly to take her mom’s tongue inside, her hands roaming over her mother’s back and shoulders, then down to her breasts. Melissa caressed Mom the same way she was being caressed, lovingly sliding her hands over Mom’s much larger breasts, gently squeezing and pulling on them. She felt Mom’s nipples in her palms, and found herself wishing she could kiss and suck on them.

Suddenly Gwen pulled her mouth away from Melissa’s and, in a husky voice, said, “God, you are so beautiful.”

Melissa didn’t know whether she should say Thank you, or You’re beautiful too, or But Mom, I’m not gay. A second later it didn’t matter, because Gwen was kissing her daughter’s face and her neck, unbuttoning Melissa’s pajama top.

Then in another few seconds she was kissing Melissa’s babyish breasts, then licking them, swirling her tongue in little circles around Melissa’s nipples — and the girl found herself unable to speak anyway. She felt her nipples getting hard, and a warm fuzzy cloud was growing in her belly.

As Gwen licked and nibbled on Melissa’s nipples, her hand moved down into her child’s pajama bottoms, then into her panties, exploring there as she continued to lavish affection on her daughter’s breasts.

Melissa responded with gasps and moans, moving her hips and arching her back, wanting more even as she told herself that she shouldn’t be liking this so much. But she did. She loved it.

After another minute or so, Gwen kissed a path down to Melissa’s stomach, licking her bellybutton and making her giggle. Then suddenly she sat up, taking hold of the waistband of Melissa’s pajama bottoms. Melissa watched as her mom pulled them down her thin legs, over her ankles and feet, then did the same thing with her panties. Melissa was naked now except for her pajama top, which was open anyhow and showing everything. She knew she should be embarrassed, but all she could really feel right then was sort of nervous, but also very excited.

Slipping her hands under the backs of Melissa’s knees, Gwen moved the girl’s legs apart, then held them there as she gazed down at Melissa’s fully exposed pussy.

“Oh, so gorgeous,” she said. She dropped her head down between Melissa’s legs and pressed her lips against her pussy. She kissed her there, then began to slowly lick, tracing a line with her tongue along the soft folds.

Raising herself up on both elbows, Melissa watched as Mom pushed her nose into her sparse tuft of pubic hair, her tongue slithering all over her pussy and even poking inside.

She couldn’t believe this was actually happening — her own mom was having lesbian sex with her! — but what Melissa found even more difficult to believe was that she was loving it. Yeah, it felt strange, and tickled a little, but it felt nice too; the fuzzy cloud in her stomach was getting bigger and warmer, and soon it became so hot inside that she couldn’t help but cry out.

Gwen continued to make love to Melissa, slipping her tongue into her pussy, then sliding it up and down her lips, and around and around her clit — until finally Melissa began to come, waves of pleasure shooting out in all directions from her pussy into her chest and arms and legs.

Melissa’s body was still trembling and tingling, and she was still trying to catch her breath when Mom sat up on the bed. She smiled down at Melissa as she slowly pulled her nightgown up over her head, then tossed it onto the floor.

Melissa’s eyes automatically traveled over her mom’s body, and she thought, Wow, she’s so pretty.

Gwen dropped back down and began kissing and licking her way up Melissa’s body; her pussy and her tummy, her boobs, her neck and face, and then finally a long French kiss on the mouth. Melissa’s legs were still spread wide and Gwen was lying between them, and as she moved up even farther, Melissa could feel her mom’s pubic hair and pussy lips sliding over her own much less hairy sex.

Now Mom’s big breasts were hovering above Melissa’s face as she said, “Go ahead, darling. Suck Mommy’s tits.” And then she lowered herself so that her boobs were right on Melissa’s face, one of them even touching her lips.

Melissa still felt like she couldn’t control what she was doing as she opened her mouth and started to lick little circles around Mom’s nipple. Then she took it in her mouth and began to gently suck it. At the same time Gwen took hold of one of Melissa’s hands and pulled it down between them until she was touching her mother’s pussy.

Melissa’s fingers moved through her mom’s pubic hair and over the lips, which were surprisingly warm and moist. She rubbed up and down, slowly at first, then more and more quickly as she continued to suck on her mom’s nipples, one after the other.

Gwen sighed and moaned and kissed the top of Melissa’s head as she began to move her hips, pushing her pussy against Melissa’s fingertips. “Oh yes!” she said in a low sensuous voice. “Oh yeah, that’s good. My good little baby. Suck Mommy’s nipples, my sweet little baby. Yes, yes…”

Melissa did her best to suck her mom’s bouncing boobs while at the same time rubbing her pussy. Gwen moaned and sighed some more as she thrust against her daughter’s fingers faster and faster, until finally she cried out and her body shuddered in orgasm.

Afterward, she collapsed on top of Melissa for a few minutes, just holding her close and breathing heavily. Eventually, Gwen moved off of Melissa and lay next to her on her back. She pulled her daughter close again, hugged her and kissed her forehead, and said, “You were wonderful, sweetheart.”

Melissa was finally able to find her voice and said, “Mom? Did we… did we just have sex?”

Gwen laughed lightly and said, “Well, we’re two women, and we just made love. That doesn’t necessarily mean we’re lesbians, though. It’s something you’ll have to decide for yourself, darling. But I’ll tell you, I really liked it. And I hope you did, too.”

“Yeah,” Melissa replied. “I did.”

*****

Melissa fell asleep in her mom’s arms, but when she woke up the next morning she was lying near the edge of the bed and Mom was on her own side. Melissa, feeling strangely refreshed, sat up in bed and looked down at her mother, who was dozing peacefully on her back.

She studied her beautiful face, her lovely golden hair, so much like Melissa’s own. Then she carefully pulled the blankets down and looked at her mom’s naked body, her large boobs and her flat belly, her slim hips and the dark golden bush of pubic hair on her pussy.

She recalled everything that had happened the night before, the movie, the ice cream… then the kissing and lovemaking with her mother, and the questions and reservations she’d had as well. Then, without really thinking about it, she reached down and began to caress Mom’s breasts, first one then the other. Then she leaned over and kissed them.

Melissa took one large pink nipple into her young mouth and began to suck on it, thinking to herself that there wasn’t anything wrong with lesbians after all. And that making love with another girl, especially her mom, really was better than chocolate. Way better.

 The End

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 19

  • Posted on May 19, 2018 at 10:03 am

By: Cheryl Taggert

Candace took a deep breath. It helped calm her nerves to know her older sister Pauline knew Candace was aware of the child porn Pauline owned but had kept a secret. Pauline had wondered at first if Candace was going to call the police about the illegal DVD’s. Her reply had put Pauline at ease. She suggested it was time for everyone to confess to their illicit sexual behaviors. Of course, Pauline didn’t know that Lexi knew about the DVD’s, nor did she know that Lexi was extremely experienced in lesbian sex, not to mention years of masturbation as well.

But Pauline was about to find out. And if all went as planned, they would all be having a lot more fun together in the future.

“Well?” Pauline asked. “What kind of confession could you possibly make that would be anything like what you know about me now?”

“First, let me ask you a few questions,” Candace said, wanting to maintain the upper hand in this conversation. Pauline was ten years older than she was and was used to being in charge. Candace would now need to assert herself to be in charge now.

“I guess that’s fair,” Pauline said.

“How long have you enjoyed fantasizing about little girls?”

Pauline blushed and swallowed. This would not be an easy conversation, regardless where it went. “For a while now.”

“What’s a while? A year? Five years? Ten?”

“Longer,” Pauline admitted.

“So since you were younger than I am now?”

Pauline nodded, afraid to speak.

“C’mon. Out with it,” Candace said. “How old were you when you first knew you wanted to have sex with a little girl?”

“Fifteen.”

“Who was it?”

“Don’t make me say it, Candace. Please,” Pauline said, shaking her head gently.

“Sorry, Pauline. I have to.”

“You already can guess, can’t you?”

Candace could see she would have to say it. “Was it me?” Pauline nodded, unable to answer again.

“Why didn’t you try it?”

“I was scared.”

“Of what?” Candace asked.

“Of everything. I was scared because I was having those thoughts and feelings. I was scared you’d tell if I so much as touched you. Everything.”

“I wouldn’t have told.”

“I didn’t know that, and if you did, I could go to some place for delinquent girls.”

“Okay,” Candace said. “I understand, but you’ve left a lot of years of fun behind by not at least seeing how I would react to it.”

Pauline hung her head, whether from shame or regret, Candace didn’t know. “Let’s move on,” she said. “Where did you get those DVD’s?”

“Online. I found someone online that I got to know and she sent them to me after chatting with me for over a year. We got to know each other rather well. We’d do video chat online and masturbate for each other. I used a P.O. box in Fremont. I was surprised she actually sent them. When I got a notice a package was there for pickup, I was scared to claim it. Then I figured if someone knew what it was, I could claim someone must have sent it by mistake or as some sick joke or something, but when I claimed it, nobody said or did anything. They had no idea what was in the package.”

You and this woman would chat and masturbate together online?”

“Yes.”

“How did you find out she had stuff like this?”

“We talked about our fantasies, and she confessed she had one about little girls. I couldn’t believe it. I had actually met someone online who had the same feelings and desires I did. We would get on camera and play with ourselves while talking about what we’d do if we had a little girl who was interested in doing things with us.”

“How long ago did you get the movies?”

“About a year. We still chat sometimes.”

“Is she pretty?” Candace asked, wondering if the woman might get repaid for taking such a chance by getting to watch Lexi with her mom.

“Pretty enough, I suppose. She’s not ugly or obese or anything. Just . . . average, I guess.”

“Have you ever thought about Lexi in that way?”

Pauline stared at her sister, wondering why she would want to know every intimate detail of her sexual fantasy life. She asked her. “Why would you want to know that? Do I have to tell you every little detail?”

“Yes, you do. Don’t worry, my own confession is coming.”

“Okay, yes. I have. She’s such a pretty girl, but of course, I could never do anything about it. She had no idea how many times I’ve walked in on her when she was taking a bath just to see her for later fantasies. I would even tell Janet about it.”

“Janet’s your friend from online?”

“Yes,” Pauline said.

“Why haven’t you tried something with Lexi?”

“Are you crazy? She’s my daughter! Having a fantasy about it is all fine, but to do it–really do it–is out of the question!”

“Why?”

“Because! She’d end up having nightmares about how her mommy had sex with her! She’d end up needing therapy, and I’d end up in jail for raping my own daughter!”

Candace decided it was time she let her big sister know about all the fun she and Lexi had been having for the past five years.

“Okay, maybe after I tell you a few things about me, you’ll not feel that way,” Candace said. She looked over at Pauline, who looked frightened while at the same time looking curious. It was as if she longed to hear the confession but afraid of what it could be.

“Do you remember my friend Phyllis?”

“The one who died in the accident?” Pauline asked.

“Yeah. Remember how we were inseparable?”

Pauline figured out at least where part of this was going. “Oh, my. Did the two of you have sex?”

Candace smiled. “Just all the fucking time.”

“I never realized it,” Pauline said.

“That’s too bad. You could have had us both.”

“How old were the two of you when you started?”

“Like a week after we met.”

“Oh, my! Really?!”

“Uh-huh.”

“But you were only–what?–ten when you met?”

“Yeah.”

“So the two of you were doing things with each other–sexual things–when you were only ten?”

Candace nodded. “And that’s not all.”

“It’s not? What else could there be? I mean, having sex with a girl your age when you were ten is enough, don’t you think?”

“Nothing is ever enough when it comes to sex–for Phyllis or me.”

“Then what? What did you do that was more than that?”

“We seduced Lexi.”

Pauline’s face showed the utter shock she experienced from that statement. “Lexi?! My Lexi?!” Candace nodded.

“When?”

“When she was five.”

“Oh, my God! You’ve been having sex with Lexi since she was only five? Do five-year-olds even like sex?”

“Of course they do, if it’s handled properly. You have a DVD that proves that,” Candace said. “That one is a mom with her daughter who’s only about five or six. It’s obvious that wasn’t their first time in bed together. That little girl was LOVING what her mom was doing to her. She was coming, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Oh, my God! I guess you’re right.” Pauline looked at her younger sister. “You mean Lexi likes it? The way that little girl in the video likes it?”

“Even more. I mean, she’s been doing this with me since she was five. She’s ten now. She is very experienced and extremely good at making love with a woman.”

“So the two of you have been involved with each other since she was five?”

“Yes.”

“And she enjoys–”

“Everything,” Candace said, finishing her older sister’s sentence.

Pauline flushed, her face growing hot as the blush spread up her neck and onto her face. “Does she know how to–”

“Everything, Pauline. She does everything and she loves doing everything . . . as well as having everything done to her.”

“Then the nights she would stay with you . . . the two of you would–”

“Fuck each other’s brains out.”

“How did you and Phyllis get her to do these things?”

“We just asked her if she wanted to play big girl games with us. She took to it like a golden retriever to swimming.”

“And she’s never expressed any shame or guilt?”

“Of course not. Think about it, Pauline. People don’t feel guilty until they get caught doing things they shouldn’t and people start heaping shame on them. Until that point, they love what they’re doing. Otherwise, they’d stop doing it.”

“Oh, my God. You’re right.”

“Of course, I’m right,” Candace said. “And what’s more, Lexi wants to have sex with you, too. In fact, her idea was to join you in the shower today and start sucking your boobs and fingering you to let you know about how we found your private stash of kiddie porn.”

“Holy shit! I’d have fainted!”

“That’s what I said. Anyway, she’s in her room right now, probably playing with her pussy just thinking about what might happen.”

“Do you think I should?” Pauline asked.

Candace was exasperated. “Do I think you should?! I think you should have seduced me when I was five! Why in the world would you pass up an opportunity like this? You’re not forcing her to do anything, believe me. For the last five years, you’ve had the world’s most sexually charged pre-pubescent girl! Don’t you think it’s about time you do something about it? Let’s go have sex with each other. A lesbian incest threesome. What could be better?”

“You want to have sex with me, too?”

“Duh! Of course, unless nineteen is too old for you. My pussy is absolutely creaming with the thought of it!”

“Are you sure Lexi wants this?”

“Where have you been the past ten minutes?”

Pauline stared at her bedroom door, thinking about what awaited her through that door and just down the hallway. The girl she’d lusted about for the past few years. Her daughter. Lexi. Ten-year-old, sexy–HORNY–Lexi. And she was more than willing to do everything her mother ever fantasized about.

She looked at her little sister and nodded. “Okay.”

“Great! But first, we have to be properly undressed,” Candace said, and laughed. She began pulling Pauline’s top off while Pauline just sat there, a blank look on her face as she tried to take this all in. When Candace pulled her own top off and said, “Well?” Pauline started undressing herself. Soon, the sisters were naked.

Pauline stared at her sister and her shaved pubes, feeling her mouth watering already over the sight. “I’m so sorry I never tried to seduce you when you were little.”

“I am too, but you can make up for it with Lexi.”

With that, Candace pushed her older sister back onto the bed and said, “Call Lexi in here” before diving face-first into Pauline’s pussy. “I’ve waited to taste this since I was little,” she declared and sunk her tongue into Pauline’s wet pussy for the first time.

“Oh,” Pauline said. “Oh, shit, that feels good.”

Candace stopped licking long enough to say, “Call Lexi.”

“Oh, yeah,” Pauline said before hollering toward her door, “Lexi? Come in here, please!”

Candace couldn’t help laughing and lifting her face for a second to say, “I’m sure she will!” Then she returned to the feast she was enjoying.

Seconds later, the door burst open, and Lexi was standing there, a huge grin on her face as she took in what was happening on her mother’s bed. She jumped up and down for a few seconds, clapping before shouting, “YAY!” Then she stripped off her clothes and joined her mother and aunt on her mom’s bed.

Lexi stared at her mother’s pussy and thought to herself, I came out of there! Her aunt had her tongue buried deep into her mother’s pussy, tasting her own sister’s juices. Lexi was jealous.

“Can I lick you?” she asked her mom. “Please?”

Pauline looked at her daughter. The ten-year-old was eager to make oral love to her own mother. The woman felt her heart swell and wondered why she’d waited so long to initiate this wonderful mother-daughter activity. Hell, she had already chastised herself over not engaging in sexual fun with her baby sister–who was no longer a baby, but had admitted she would have loved her older sister to teach her when she was one.

What she hadn’t confessed to Candace was she had licked both her pussy and Lexi’s when they were babies. She had licked her when she was still a toddler and not old enough to remember it. She’d done the same with Lexi, even going so far as to play with her pussy and lick it when she was only a baby. She’d stopped with both of them when she figured they were getting to a point they might remember what she was doing to them. It had been a difficult habit to break.

Smiling at her daughter and feeling her own body jolt at the pleasure Candace was giving her, she said, “Of course, sweetheart. We can do this as often as you like from now on.”

Lexi grinned and hugged her mother. Then she kissed her, sliding her tongue into her mother’s mouth for the first time. She relished the feel of her mother’s tongue as it danced a seductive dance with her own.

For her part, Pauline was amazed at how good a kisser her little ten-year-old daughter was. She thrilled at the sexual kiss, once again considering that she could have been doing this for the past five years if she’d only taken the chance. At this thought, she realized how much she wanted to taste her daughter’s immature pussy. But that could wait. She’d waited this long, she could manage a few more minutes.

Lexi began moving down her mother’s body, licking and kissing her way along the smooth skin, tonguing and sucking on the nipples before giving each a playful nibble. Again, Pauline was flabbergasted at the girl’s ability as a lover.

Finally, Lexi arrived at her mother’s pussy and nudged Candace aside to allow her to put her face between her mother’s legs. Sticking out her tongue, she began sliding it along her mother’s slit, from the vagina to the clit, taking note of each slippery fold until arriving at the engorged organ that was the center of sexual pleasure. Her mother’s clitoris felt like a large swollen mass beneath the thin layer of lubricated skin. Lexi considered its size. It felt like it was as big as the end of her index finger. Candace’s clit wasn’t nearly this big. It was more like the size of a bean. Her mother’s clit didn’t protrude or anything, but she could feel the mass of swollen flesh beneath as it trembled with desire.

Candace moved to where she could make oral love to her older sister’s boobs. She ended up suckling Pauline like a baby, taking the nipple into her mouth and enjoying the feel of it inside her mouth. Then she moved to the other breast, doing the same to it.

For her part, Pauline felt as though she was going to go off like a rocket, blasting off from the bed with the power of her orgasm, which was swiftly approaching. The woman noted how good Lexi was at doing this as well. She had the body of a child, but her mouth seemed to be more like the mouth of a young woman in her twenties, it was so aware of what to do and when to do it.

Finally, Pauline felt the orgasm slam into her, making her body tremble and heave. Her grunts and groans filled her bedroom, each one signalling how wonderful this was.

After a minute, she had to ease her daughter’s mouth from her pussy, the sensations were so overwhelming. Lying back, she did her best to catch her breath while allowing the sweat to evaporate and cool her body down. She knew her pussy, and it would be ready for more spasms in another ten minutes. For now, though, it needed to rest and recuperate.

Candace rose from the bed and retrieved something from her sister’s closet that Pauline didn’t realize she knew was there: a folding massage table. She’d seen it once months ago while staying overnight with Lexi while Pauline was out of town for her job. Candace had wondered why Pauline would have a massage table since she lived alone.

As she set the table up, she asked, “Where did you get this?”

Pauline looked at the table that she had nearly forgotten about it had been so long since it had been used. “Oh, my. I forgot about that. Lexi’s father and I used it when we were married.”

Candace looked at Pauline with a mischievous grin. “You think it’s okay if we start using it again?”

Pauline smiled. “Of course.”

Candace finished setting the table up and crooked her finger at Lexi. “Come here, you.”

Lexi grinned. She’d found the table as well and wondered about it. For some reason, she’d never mentioned it to either Candace or her mother.

Climbing down from the bed, Lexi went to Candace, who helped the girl onto the table. “Lie on your tummy and put your face where the hole is,” Candace instructed. “Now, just relax while your mom and I make you feel, well, orgasmic.” Candace grinned at Pauline, who rose and went over to the massage table. She remembered some amazing orgasms while lying here, but the best one was the orgasm she had not mentioned to her daughter or sister. She recalled the last time this table had been used. She and Lexi’s father’s secretary had enjoyed it one day about a week before her husband had left both her and Lexi forever by running off with that same secretary. Until today, Pauline had no desire to use the table and had considered selling it.

Now, she would make sure it was used much more often.

Candace had left the room, returning with her purse. She fished inside and brought out two tiny bottles of lubricating oils that she carried everywhere with her. Handing one to Pauline, she opened the other and squirted some into her hands, rubbing the lotion between them to warm it. Then stepping to the prone child, she began rubbing the oils over the flawless skin. She began at the girl’s feet and moved up her legs.

“You can start on her back,” Candace said, and Pauline squirted the fragrant lubricant into her palm to warm and spread on Lexi’s back.

As each woman worked, she eyed Lexi’s shapely little butt, the first of their prizes for giving the child a massage. Of course, they also knew that Lexi would enjoy the massage as well, especially when they got to those intimate areas.

As Candace rubbed Lexi’s legs, first the right, then the left, Pauline massaged Lexi’s back, moving down the shoulders toward the gorgeous butt. Pauline glanced at her younger sister and saw that she was already breathing hard from the excitement of massaging Lexi’s immature body.

Soon, both women had moved down the girl’s body to her butt. They stared at the fleshy orbs, the crack bisecting the flesh, and glanced at each other, as if for permission to move to the child’s ass.

“You take the left buttock; I’ll take the right,” Candace said, her breathing once again giving away her excitement.

Pauline moved to her daughter’s left cheek and began kneading the flesh. Lexi sighed, followed by a moan as her aunt began massaging her other butt cheek. Lexi could feel the movements stretching her butt and stimulating her anus. She felt someone’s fingers, she wasn’t sure whose, move into the crack and rub some of the scented oil there, lubricating her butthole. Then a finger popped inside, moved in and out smoothly, going in just far enough to create pleasure.

The child waited as she enjoyed the sensations flowing through her body. She waited for someone to move lower. For someone to start massaging her pussy, which lay between her legs and, from above, beneath her anus. Her legs now lay spread to the point that her feet were no longer on the table. She wasn’t sure if she moved them or her mother or aunt did. She didn’t care. She just wanted someone to touch her pussy, to rub those pleasant oils into the soft flesh there, to massage her tiny clit until she burst.

Then someone was doing just that. An oil-covered hand moved between her legs and began pinching the labia together, squeezing her clit at the same time. Then the hand extended a finger and inserted it a short way into her vagina, where it began to piston slowly in and out, matching the movements of the other finger in her butthole. Lexi felt the vibrations deep within her body. She could feel one finger fucking her butthole, another masturbating her like some small dick, riding in and out. She knew about dicks, though she’d never seen one in real life, and she knew they grew soft after an orgasm. That was the best thing about fingers. They never grew soft. They were always available to enter one of her two holes, the holes that gave her unbelievable pleasure.

“Turn onto your back,” she heard her aunt say. She didn’t really want to, but she complied. She was afraid whoever had a finger in her butt may have to pull it out, but that didn’t happen. The finger remained inside her there, as well as the one in her pussy. Whoever had a finger in her pussy was also massaging her clit with her thumb.

Then a mouth was on her there, licking her clit. She couldn’t help herself. She had to see who it was licking her, hoping it was her mother. She stretched her neck and looked down along her naked body.

What she saw made her body jolt with the pleasure. Her mother’s face was at her pussy, her tongue licking her as her mouth covered the top half of her little cunt. Candace was smiling down at the sight as well, celebrating the final union between mother and daughter. From the angles, Lexi could see it was her aunt whose finger was in her butt. That meant her mom was the one fingering her pussy.

The effect of knowing this was immediate. The orgasm that had been lurking inside since the moment she and her aunt had finalized their plan to include Lexi’s mother in their lovemaking, burst on the child without any further warning. She thrashed and moaned as wave after wave of her climax rolled throughout her body. She felt her tummy muscles clench and relax, clench and relax, as the shuddering took her.

She felt the finger being pulled out of her butt, and in a sort of dream, she saw her aunt’s pussy hovering over her mouth before the woman’s hips dropped and planted the mature cunt onto Lexi’s mouth. In seconds, the child’s nineteen-year-old aunt was sliding her pussy along Lexi’s face, stimulating Candace’s clit and smearing the natural juices onto Lexi’s mouth, nose, and face.

Then Candace was coming. She screamed out her orgasm as it rocked her. Reaching down, Candace spread her labia wide, allowing her clit to pop up from her hiding place and rub itself against her niece’s lips, tongue, teeth, and nose. She hunched her body against the child until she could take it no more.

Candace rose from the table and collapsed on her sister’s bed before she fell to the floor with the sheer energy drain the orgasm had produced. An old Victorian novel came to mind, specifically a word used back then for an orgasm. In those books, people frequently would “spend,” instead of come. Yes, she thought, I am definitely spent. She lay there, unable to move for an entire five minutes. When she again opened her eyes, it appeared all three of them had “spent” themselves into an exhausted bliss.

“I gotta sleep now,” Candace said.

“Be my guest,” Pauline answered, feeling a love for her sister she’d never experienced before. The woman looked at her daughter on the massage table. Pauline smiled as she saw that Lexi was already asleep.

Pauline lay beside her younger sister, who was already asleep herself and thought about her life and how much it had changed in the past hour. She looked over at her sister again and then at her daughter. “Yes,” she whispered to herself, “I think the change is definitely for the better.”

Relax, dear readers! Chapter 20 will be “coming” in no time! (Anyone remember Tabitha, the employee at Toys-R-Us?? She will figure in the next chapter.)

My Wild Honey Daughter

  • Posted on May 17, 2018 at 8:39 am

by Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: So — another mystery tale from the JetBoy files. Like the others, I don’t know who wrote it or from whence it comes… like the others, I tweaked it somewhat, after turning it up years ago… like the others, I felt it was too good to keep to myself. I encourage anyone who knows the original (or even better, wrote the original in the first place) to contact us.

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My daughter Honey was a beautiful girl… a lovely face, dark hair in a cute pixie cut, big dimples and a laugh that made everyone who heard it smile. She was a quiet child, one who never really fit in with kids her own age. My mom always said that Honey had an “old spirit,” which might have been true. She’d always seemed more content to spend time in the barn or the garden than playing with other children, and was far more interested in nature than toys.

Truthfully, my daughter was a terrific asset to the household, especially after her father walked out on us for a girl of sixteen who bagged groceries at the neighborhood Winn-Dixie. Honey had learned everything she needed to know about gardening from her grandfather, and every summer she grew fresh vegetables for our larder. Her tomatoes are, to this day, the best I’ve ever tasted.

She also kept honeybees, another thing she picked up from my father. I was leery of letting her keep bees, as it seemed kind of dangerous, but finally I decided I’d let her try one hive to start.

If anyone ever had a knack for anything, it was Honey for her bees. It was as if Providence had dictated the name we gave her. By the time she was sixteen, she had a half dozen hives and had quite a bit of money saved for college from the honey she sold.

I was proud of my daughter, and loved her so much it hurt, but I worried about her at the same time. Honey was pretty, but she was bashful to the point of it being an actual handicap. I had raised her to be herself, though, and tried not to do much more than encourage her to be a bit more outgoing.

Our lives progressed as slowly and pleasantly as the warm afternoons Honey and I shared in the garden, or on the front porch sipping lemonade. By then, my husband had been gone for three years. I had dated a bit, but quickly became bored with the men in my town. That’s when I began to fantasize about finding sexual pleasure with another woman. I didn’t have the nerve to come on to another female, however — not in a rural community like mine. Instead I settled for lesbian erotica, a few sex toys purchased through the mail and my own fingers.

It was the second week of August, on a Wednesday night. I’d put on a dress and walked down to our local church for prayer meeting. Honey had never been much of a churchgoer, so I always attended the service on my own. Truth be told, I wasn’t much of a believer myself anymore, but still found pleasure in the ritual of community worship.

When I got there, a few of the other church women were standing outside chatting. As it turned out, Pastor Griggs had been unable to lead the service that day — evidently, he’d eaten too much watermelon with his noontime meal and was laid up with a stomach ache. Since it was so hot anyhow, they’d chosen to cancel the meeting. So I leisurely strolled the half mile back home, thinking the whole way how good a glass of ice-cold lemonade would taste once I got there.

I walked into the house and to the kitchen, where I put on my apron and made that pitcher of lemonade. I was just about to call to Honey to see if she wanted a glass, when I noticed that the coat hooks where she always hung her beekeeping hat with the veil and her bucket were empty. Figuring she was out tending her hives, I glanced out the back door and saw something lying on the ground about ten feet out from the steps. I walked out and saw it was one of Honey’s shoes. A few feet further, I found the other shoe. I walked about ten paces more and found her bibbed overalls lying in a heap on the ground.

I was instantly startled, afraid something awful had happened. I rushed down the path towards the edge of the field where my daughter’s beehives were, finding the rest of her clothes as I went.

Once I got within sight of the hives, I was in shock! There, tending them as usual was Honey, but now she was stark naked! I nearly shouted at her, but then stopped myself — I didn’t want to do anything that would stir up those bees.

So I stood and watched, torn between terror and fascination, as Honey opened the top of a hive and began taking out a frame, then retrieving the honeycomb. The bees just seemed to take it in stride as they buzzed freely around her, crawling all over her naked body.

I stood mesmerized as Honey scraped the honeycomb into her bucket, replaced the frame and top to the hive, and started back the path to the house, just as casual as can be.

A few yards past the hives, she broke off a piece of honeycomb. As she walked along she held it aloft and licked the honey from it, dripping golden drizzles of sweetness down between her breasts and onto her belly.

I hadn’t noticed until then how wonderfully Honey had blossomed into womanhood. She always wore baggy overalls and one of my ex-husband’s old shirts, concealing the contours of her body. Her breasts were slight, her stomach flat and her hips hadn’t filled out as much as mine, but she had become quite womanly… and utterly beautiful. Now I stared at my little girl, awed by her loveliness.

Once she started back up the path, I stepped out of sight, partly because I didn’t want to startle her… partly because I didn’t want to seem like I was spying on my own child. But I was. Moments earlier, my heart had been pounding frantically, my breath held out of fear for her safety. Now, my heart seemed to be pulsing with something other than fear.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from my daughter as she licked at the honeycomb, excess running down over her silky white skin. Her nipples were visibly erect as the honey slowly flowed over them like amber lava. It was easily the most sensual thing I’d ever witnessed. I could feel my own nipples beginning to throb under the church dress I still wore. My palms began to sweat as my hands trembled and I smoothed them down my thighs.

My God… could I be sexually attracted to my own daughter?

As she drew nearer I became aware of the dampness growing in my panties. My head was swimming with emotions. I wanted to run away, I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to kiss her — but all I could do was gape at Honey, lost in the sight of my naked child.

I hadn’t been this aroused in ages. My mouth had gone dry and I could feel sweat trickle down the small of my back. I stood motionless in the humid August evening, my senses so alive that I seemed to glow like the sun. I know this sounds blasphemous, but it felt as if I’d been touched by the hand of God.

Suddenly my naked daughter was but a few feet from me. “Honey,” I tried to say, but it came out as nothing more than a whisper.

She started, dropping the piece of honeycomb. For an instant she looked wide-eyed and surprised, but then a euphoric smile spread across her face as she looked deep into my eyes. I suppose, even to someone as innocent as Honey, the look of sexual desire is pretty easy to recognize.

My child slowly walked over to where I stood. Still smiling, her lips parted as if she was going to speak, but she never uttered a word. Instead she raised her fingers to my trembling lips.

“Baby… no…” I whimpered as my daughter slowly traced my lower lip, leaving a trail of honey.

“I love you, Momma,” she said — then her mouth claimed mine in a gentle kiss.

Unable to push her away, I relished the exquisite sweetness of my daughter’s mouth. Pulling away with a giggle, Honey touched her fingertips to my lips again. This time they parted, allowing her middle and index fingers to enter my mouth.

Closing my eyes, I slowly and methodically sucked her sticky fingers clean. Honey gave out a little moan and brought her face to mine once more, licking the honey from the corners of my mouth, her tongue briefly engaging mine. Throwing all restraint to the winds, I sucked at it.

Honey dropped her bucket, which hit the ground with a thunk, then I could feel her frantically unfastening the buttons of my dress. We kissed deeply and passionately as she pushed the garment off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

Our tongues mingled, fell back, then mingled again. They swirled together, probing, teasing, our lips still sticky and sweet. Heart pounding, I dipped my face down to kiss one of her honeyed nipples. I knew this was wrong — she was my daughter, for God’s sake! — but the desire I felt was too powerful to refuse.

Honey gasped as I suckled her stiff nipple. My tongue explored her soft skin, lapping up the sweetness that she had drizzled on herself. Honey moaned, clutching my shoulders with both hands. I could feel her shiver as I caressed her beautiful bottom.

All at once Honey was pulling my slip off over my head and casting it away, Before I knew what was happening we were on the ground, panting and moaning, grinding our bodies together. I was on my back and Honey on top of me, fucking my mouth with her hot tongue.

I moaned when she slid a hand into my panties, parting my swollen, sticky labia with her fingers. She tickled and teased my clit until I was seeing fireworks. Whatever reluctance I’d felt before about making love to my own daughter had dissolved like mist.

Honey turned around and lay down beside me, coaxing me over until our positions were reversed and I was on top of her. My body throbbed like a tractor engine as I realized what my daughter wanted. I eagerly  straddled Honey’s face, then lowered my face between her parted thighs and tasted another woman for the first time.

We ate each other’s cunts in such a lustful frenzy that in no time, we were both moaning in ecstasy. I had no idea where Honey learned to do what she did to my pussy with her tongue, but it was incredible. She circled around my clit, only brushing it, never actually touching it until she was ready to get me off, and when she finally did… well, I‘ve never experienced such earth-shattering rapture, before or since.

It was a sinful act I was committing, making love to my own daughter — but at the same time, it felt so right and so natural that the notion of right and wrong got completely lost. I licked and sucked Honey’s pussy like I’d been a lesbian all my life. I went down on her the way I loved having my cunt eaten, the few times my late husband had done it to me… and my instincts must have run true, for my daughter was trembling helplessly and mewling with delight as I loved her. Soon Honey was nearly screaming as I brought her to a wrenching climax.

Spent, we lay side by side, bathed with sweat in the cool grass, trying to catch our breath and collect our thoughts, holding hands as the sun set off in the distance, causing shadows from the nearby pine trees to paint our naked bodies. We turned to one another, cuddled close and shared tender kisses as we whispered words of devotion.

After that afternoon, Honey shared my bed. We fucked morning, noon and night, whenever we had the time and desire to get naked together. Two years later, my daughter are still passionately in love.

Oh, and Honey ended up teaching me how to tend to her bees. I often collect the honey naked, as she still does… and several times I have masturbated a few yards away from the hives, remembering the day that my child and I became lovers.

The End

Sisters on the Rebound

  • Posted on May 15, 2018 at 8:36 am

 

by JetBoy

(The next chapter of “Susie’s Diary” is taking me longer than expected, damn it… so here’s a little something to tide you over in the meantime.)

My name is Polly. Short for Polyhymnia, if you can believe that. I’m seventeen years old. I’m 5’5″, and weigh 130 pounds. I have long, jet black hair that falls down to my ass and hazel eyes. I’ve got a nice round butt and large tits.

Let me say that yeah, I’m kinda chubby. I prefer it that way. I like food and I like being who I am — a shapely, beautiful girl. I may be a few pounds overweight by some folks’ standards, but it’s never had an effect on my sex life. And I fuck a lot.

This is about how I entered into a sexual relationship with my big sister Callie when I was sixteen, and what happened afterward.

Callie is built a lot like me, but even sexier — full-figured, with a nice rack and an ass like a juicy pink apple. Oh, and her full name is Calliope. Mom majored in Greek history, and named us after two of the Muses.

Callie and I live with our mother. Our father divorced Mom when I was ten years old for another woman, and Mom ended up turning to other women herself, finally outing herself as a lesbian. She seemed happier than she had ever been with our dad — who was kind of a prick, truth be told.

My sister and I both realized that we were gay at about the same time when we were in high school. Mom, of course, was totally cool about it. Actually, she was thrilled, telling us that she would much rather have us fooling around with girls than boys. “Now I don’t have to worry about either of you getting knocked up,” she laughed.

I became involved with a sexy, brainy girl named Lori, and we were a total item for my first two years of high school. We live in a fairly liberal area, so almost everyone we knew were cool about me and Lori being lovers. In fact, we were both pretty popular.

As for Callie, she was a free spirit who preferred to play the field, getting in relationships with at least half a dozen different girls while I was with Lori. During her senior year she finally settled on one, a cute punkette who called herself Voxx.

Lori was two grades above me, so she graduated first. We were still an item through that summer, but that September she moved away to join a theater company on the East Coast, and broke things off with shortly week before her departure. I wanted us to maintain a long-distance relationship, but she insisted that, much as she cared for me, it was best to end things quickly instead of going through a long, awkward period of drifting apart. Guess I couldn’t really blame her for wanting to be free to play the field, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

There’s something about that first time you get dumped that turns even the toughest boys and girls into drama queens, and believe you me, I was no exception. The next few weeks were awful, but eventually I began to recover. I wasn’t ready to look for someone new, though.

Anyway, I was sitting on the couch one day, doing homework. Mom was out of town for a couple of days with her girlfriend, so my sister and I had the house to ourselves for the weekend.

Callie walked into the room and sat down behind me. She scooted up close and curled both arms around my waist, hugging me to her.

She murmured, “What’s the matter, sis? The usual?”

I sighed. “Yeah, damn it — I’m lonely. Fuck, I wish Lori was here and we were in bed together.”

She fell silent, then said, “I know how you feel… Voxx and I broke up a couple days ago.”

Surprised, I turned to Callie. “Really? God, I thought it was the real thing for you, too. What happened?”

She shrugged. “Oh, she decided she missed guys, so she gave me the chop.”

I sighed, falling back into the couch, “So here we are — a couple of cute babes, all hot and bothered with no one to fuck.”

“Really,” she murmured. “I’m feeling randy as hell, too.”

Then Callie leaned into me, her body pressing against mine. My heart began to race as she slipped her hands under my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and her hands slid up to cup my breasts. I felt her warm tongue circling the outside of my ear.

She whispered, “Hey, Polly… can I kiss you?”

I mumbled “S-sure,” my heart going like sixty. I couldn’t believe this — my sister was coming on to me!

Just like that, I moved into Callie and kissed my sister like a lover for the first time. Our tongues met and mingled as the kissing grew increasingly heated. I felt her hand slide down into the sweatpants I wore, her fingers curling between my thighs.

I tore my mouth from hers, crying out my ecstasy to the ceiling as Callie eased a finger into my vagina.

It was magical. I’d never been in heat like this, every millimeter of me on fire for my sister. I had to have her.

Callie and I frantically, clumsily stripped each other as we made out on the couch. It seemed to take forever, because we couldn’t stop kissing, but eventually we were both nude.

I cupped my sister’s face and whispered, “Take me to bed, Callie. Make love to me.”

We held hands as we walked down the hall to Callie’s bedroom. When we got to her room she closed the door, turned to me and whispered, “I want you so much, sis.” Then she enfolded me in her arms.

What followed was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. My sister and I got into bed and we fucked for hours. She ate my pussy, I ate hers, then we got in a sixty-nine and went at it simultaneously. We rested for a while, cuddling and kissing, then she slid two fingers into my pussy and fucked me like crazy until I saw stars. Then I got her up on all fours and ate her asshole, then fingered her from behind. When my sister came that time, she nearly screamed the house down. It was one hell of a night.

Callie and I stayed naked for the entire weekend. We only came out of the bedroom for meals, bathroom breaks or simply to get a dose of fresh air. Even then, we would soon return to bed to make love all over again.

We were about to go to sleep on Saturday night at about 3 AM, mouths sticky from each other’s cunts and assholes, bodies bathed in sweat, the two of us cuddling each other lovingly.

As we shared sleepy kisses, Callie said, “So what do you think? About us?”

I replied, “This weekend… God, it’s been the absolute best.”

Callie nodded. “I totally agree. And that brings me to something really important.”

“What’s that, babe?”

She whispered, “You and me, babe. I want us to be girlfriends.”

“You’ll always be my friend… and my sister.”

Callie shook her head. “No. I want more than that. I want you to be my lover, and have you all to myself. I don’t care who knows.”

I nibbled my lower lip thoughtfully. “You want us to keep being lovers… okay, that sounds great. But you want us to be totally open about, well, being sisters who fuck each other?”

Callie said, “Yeah, that’s it — a real, open relationship. I want to be public about loving you. Polly, I started wanting you back when you were thirteen, and those feelings only got stronger since then. That’s why I was with so many other girls, but I was never totally satisfied — even with Voxx. I’m in love with you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else, okay?”

I was on the verge of tears. I said, “I love you too, Callie… you know what? If people have a problem with us being together, they can go jump in a volcano.” I took Callie into my arms, kissed her and whispered, “Yes, sis… I’ll be your lover.”

“Oh, Polly,” she whispered, “I’ve never been so happy. This was meant to be, I just know it.”

For my part, I didn’t feel quite as confident. “Um, I hate to bring this up, but when should we tell Mom about us?”

Callie said, “Let’s stay in bed the rest of the weekend and we can tell her Monday morning. Maybe by then she’ll have figured it out on her own.”

Sunday came and went. Callie and I were shut up in her room all day, even after Mom got home. We came out for dinner wearing nothing but panties and t-shirts, still flushed and sweaty from sex. Either Mom was clueless, or she just wasn’t saying anything.

Except for quick lunch and dinner breaks, Callie and I were in bed together for nearly three days straight. At no point did we put on clothes, other than when we ate with Mom on Sunday night. I had more orgasms that weekend than I’ve probably had in my life, or it sure seemed that way.

Monday morning, we were all at the dining room eating breakfast. My sister and I were pretty excited and a little nervous, not sure how Mom would take the news. Finally our eyes met, and Callie gave me a little nod.

Taking a deep breath, I said, “Mom, Callie and I are lovers.”

Mom glanced up from her scrambled eggs with startled eyes. “You are?”

Brazening it out, I plowed ahead. “Yep. We’ve been having sex with each other all weekend… and it’s not just fooling around, Mom. This thing is — well, it’s pretty serious.” I reached for Callie’s hand.

“We’ve got it bad,” my sister chimed in, grinning sheepishly. “But that’s not all, Mom. Polly and I don’t want to hide how we feel. We plan to be completely open about our relationship, and don’t care what anyone else thinks — well, except for you, that is.”

Mom pondered our words for a moment, then nodded. “You two are my daughters, and I adore you both. If you want to be lovers, and you feel strongly enough to tell the world — well, you’ve got my support.” She paused, looked down at her breakfast plate, sighed. “I was the same way when I was your age, y’know…”

We stared at Mom, puzzled. “What do you mean?” Callie finally asked.

Taking a deep breath, Mom replied, “I was in love with my sister, too.”

“Aunt May?” I gasped. “Wow! Did you ever… do anything about it?”

Mom sighed again. “No, I was afraid to. She’s totally straight. I’m still in love with May, too… she knows I’m a lesbian, but not that I want to go to bed with her.”

Callie leaned forward, eyes alive with excitement. “You should do something about it, Mom. Let her know how you feel. I bet she wouldn’t be offended, even if she didn’t want to be with you.”

I said, “I always thought she was sexy — but she must really be a hot piece of ass to keep you in love with her all these years.”

Callie giggled. “Besides… Polly and I would love to see you two fuck.”

Mom smiled at that. “I swear, you two are total perverts. Good thing I love you both to bits, or I’d sell your story to the tabloids and quit my job.”

We shared a laugh, then Callie and I put our plates in the sink and went upstairs to get dressed for the first time in days, thrilled that Mom was cool with our new relationship.

Fast forward to Friday morning, about 8 AM. Callie and I had just finished an early morning romp in bed. She didn’t have to work that day, but I did have school.

I came downstairs for breakfast wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, reading the paper. She was dressed in a silk kimono that she often wore — but this morning, it was hanging completely open. Needless to say, she was naked underneath.

I said, “Damn, Mom, don’t you look fine this morning.”

Mom laughed. “Well, you little hussies inspired me. Since the two of you are walking around half naked all the time, I decided to do the same.”

Mom was turned towards me as we talked. I could see that her nipples were erect. I noticed that her pussy was shaved, except for a thin strip of dark hair. I could see the pink flesh of her cunt, and was a little weirded out to find myself turned on.

Holy shit… was my own mother getting me hot? Now that Callie and I were lovers, the thought of committing incest with Mom sure didn’t seem nearly as shocking as it would have a month ago.

Feeling a surge of boldness, I took off my t-shirt and put it in the laundry hamper, so that I was completely naked. I reached up into the cupboard for a coffee cup, stretching to give Mom a good look at all of me.

She purred, “You’ve grown into one hell of a babe, Polly. Verrrry sexy…”

I grinned. “Thanks, Mom. Coming from a woman who loves women, that’s quite a compliment.”

Mom nodded thoughtfully. “Well, you’ve definitely got the body type that I go for. Y’know, I don’t know why anyone thinks thin women are so damn special. Give me a lover with big tits and an ass I can really grab onto, and I’m a happy gal.” Her eyes were glued to me when she said that, and it made me feel all warm and tingly.

Mom was still studying me in a very intriguing way when Callie came downstairs, completely nude. She sat beside me, and we shared a few passionate kisses. It really turned me on to French my sister in front of my mother, and I found myself hoping that it got Mom hot, too.

Finally Callie broke away, stroking my cheek lovingly. Then she fixed herself a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat it.

Mom said, “I’m gonna be out all day tomorrow, so you girls will have the house to yourself. I’m leaving you thirty bucks — you can order a pizza, or have Chinese delivered.”

Callie giggled and said, “Hooking up with Rachel, huh?” Rachel had been Mom’s lover for about six months.

Mom winked. “You know me too well, babe. Yep, we’re going to the movies.”

Most girls would probably then ask their mother what movie she was going to see — then again, my sister and I weren’t most girls. “And after that, let me guess — back to her place for a romp in the sack?”

“Oh, of course!” she replied.

Suddenly Callie said, “You know… we should all get together sometime and have some fun.”

Heart racing at my sister’s boldness, I carefully replied, “That sounds interesting.”

Mom had a thoughtful expression on her face. Finally she said, “Well, I think we could maybe work something out.”

There was a long, significant silence… then I giggled. “Damn, this is crazy.”

Mom said, “No other word for it. I never thought I’d ever agree to go to bed with my own daughters.” She smiled at me. “You know, Polly, I always suspected you would be gay, even when you were a girl.”

Hmmm… now, that was interesting. “Really? Why was that?”

Mom said, “Well, I breastfed you until you were four years old. You didn’t seem to want to stop sucking my nipples.” She smiled shyly. “I… I actually used to masturbate sometimes, back when I used to nurse you.”

I said, “Well, Mom, you do have great tits.” Then I snickered. “It’s a good thing I didn’t nurse from your pussy. I wouldn’t have wanted to stop!”

At that, Mom gave me a look that make me feel tingly all over… and my heart began to race as she slowly parted her thighs, her eyes still locked with mine. What I saw in them was an open invitation, one I couldn’t refuse.

Without a second thought I slowly rose, moved over to Mom and knelt between her legs. She scooted up a bit in her chair, waiting to see what I would do.

Licking my lips, I moved into her until I was inches away from her pussy. My heart throbbed as I leaned in, opened her with my fingers and buried my mouth in her wetness, sliding my tongue through the pink flesh of my own mother’s cunt. She was delicious.

Mom said, “Oh Jesus, honey. You have no idea how g-good that feels…”

I grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer, feasting on her pussy — then I flicked at her clit with my tongue.

“Oh, my God,” I heard Callie whisper. “That looks so fuckin’ hot.” I could hear her chair scrape back as she stood, then padded over to me and Mom. “Um… you guys got room for one more?”

“Yes, angel,” Mom moaned. “Kiss me — kiss your momma.”

Callie leaned down, resting a hand on Mom’s shoulder. I watched in awe as their mouths met — tongues flashing into action, their kiss quickly growing hot and passionate. I continued to eat my mother’s pussy, probing her wet heat with a thrusting tongue.

Tugging Mom’s kimono open, Callie knelt next to her and sucked a thick nipple between her lips. Mom moaned, cradling my sister’s head to her breasts. “Oh my sweet girls,” she gasped, “I adore you both.”

I began rubbing her clit with my thumb, and she quickly responded, her body seizing up in a spasm of pleasure, panting, “Mmmm, yes. Oh Polly, make love to Momma, yeah, fuck me, fuck me–”

A hoarse scream broke from Mom’s lips as she came, shaking so hard that her chair was jerking, making sharp squeaking sounds against the kitchen floor. I kept eating her cunt, drinking deep of the thick, warm nectar that oozed from my mother’s body.

Callie was kissing Mom’s neck, fondling her generous breasts… and Mom was returning the favor, groping wildly at my sister’s tits with trembling hands.

I finally withdrew with a few tender kisses upon Mom’s juicy cunt — and she pulled me to her with one arm. Her mouth sought mine, and I kissed my mother like a lover for the first time. She hummed happily as her tongue circled my lips, sampling the essence of her pussy that coated them.

Then we broke apart, and the three of us exchanged incredulous glances. “Wow,” I said quietly, “that was… wow!”

“Jesus, that happened so — so fast,” my sister murmured.

“I loved it,” Mom sighed. “I want to fuck you two right here, right now…” She grimaced. “But I’ve got to get to work — and you have school, Polly.” Mom made as if to stand, and Callie and I reluctantly released her. “Sorry, girls… we’ll have to continue this tonight.” She kissed each of us on the cheek. “I owe you an orgasm apiece.”

At that, we all smiled, and went our various ways, getting ourselves ready to face the day — content in the knowledge that our slutty incest games would continue that very night.

*****

We had an unexpected meeting of the school newspaper staff, that day, so I was late getting home. I walked in the door and nobody was in the kitchen or living room. I went upstairs — and the first thing I heard was moaning. I grinned in delight, knowing perfectly well what that sound was and where it was coming from.

I approached Mom’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and I slowly pushed it open, pulse throbbing at the delicious sight. Callie was lying on her back, thighs splayed apart, with Mom kneeling between them, her ass in the air as she ate my sister’s pussy.

I was hypnotized at the incredible view I had of Mom from where I stood. Not only was her pussy open and shining with moisture, the crack of her ass was on open display.

I moved into the room, on fire with lust. I’d already eaten Mom’s pussy that day — now I’d have a taste of her asshole.

Callie was squirming on the bed crying, “Oh God. I love this, Mom. Don’t stop. Oh God, just keep eating my pussy. Oh shit. Oh….”

Mom must have sensed my presence, because she glanced back to see me at the door, She grinned, licking her lips. “Get out of those clothes, Polly, and join the family orgy!”

Callie’s eyes fluttered open. “Fuck, sis… what t-took you so long? Ooooh… come p-play with us…”

I shucked my clothes as quickly as I could and knelt behind Mom on the bed. I couldn’t take my eyes from my mother’s incredible ass. I began to nuzzle it, kissing the soft flesh. Mom moaned into my sister’s cunt.

Wanting more, I licked my way in between Mom’s soft buttocks, kissing her rosebud. She whimpered, and I extended my tongue to lick at her ass crack. My sister and I loved anal play, and I wanted my mother to see how good a lover I was.

I could hear the wet sounds Mom was making as she went down on Callie, feasting on my sister’s cunt. I licked my mother’s anus up and down, then parted her cheeks wider, trying to stretch her open so I could get my tongue into her rectum. This felt so sexy and nasty, what we three were doing together… I loved it!

My sister screamed with pleasure as she came, shaking the bed while she thrashed wildly about. Mom just kept eating her pussy until Callie pleaded for her to stop. I was now fucking my mother’s ass with my tongue, sliding a hand between her quivering thighs to cup her pussy. God, her cunt was hot as a furnace!

I plunged two fingers into Mom, fucking her hard, deep and fast. Somehow I knew that was how she liked it… and sure enough, she arched her back, crying out in rapture. “Oh! Oh yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck your momma!” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Callie rise from the bed.

I was in heaven, my tongue in my beautiful mother’s asshole and my fingers in her cunt… but my excitement got bumped up another notch when I felt my sister’s sweaty body pressing against my backside. She reached around to cup my breasts, scissoring my throbbing nipples between her fingers. I saw stars when she did that.

Then Callie began trailing her tongue down my spine, headed for my nether regions. She licked a path through my anus and down to the juicy slit. My body shuddered as she buried her mouth in my cunt, sucking and kissing the warm, wet flesh that lurked within.

She ate my pussy just long enough to get me to the brink of orgasm… then I felt her lips brush my ear, my sister whispering, “Wanna get fucked, Polly?”

I lifted my face from Mom’s ass, twisted around to eye my sister and growled, “Yeah, babe. Use the eight-inch cock… and don’t be too gentle.” Swiveling back to my mother, I said, “Scoot up some, Mom. I need some room.”

Mom was panting like a marathon runner, but she managed to advance a foot or so toward the head of the bed, leaving me enough space to kneel behind her. That accomplished, I buried my face between my mother’s buttocks to press my lips into her butt crack, still driving my fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Oh, Polly,” Mom moaned, “oh, yes. My s-sweet daughter, my love. I… oh God, I adore you…”

I kissed and sucked at her asshole, my mother’s fluids flowing over my hand while I fucked her — then I felt the tip of Callie’s cock ease its way into my cunt. I moaned my approval into Mom’s anus. My sister clutched my hips with both hands, the whole glorious length of her strap-on sliding into me. It took my breath away.

She moved slowly at first, opening me up to the hard fucking I craved — and within seconds, Callie was plowing me like a raging beast, her belly making sharp slapping sounds against my ass with every stroke.

I was unable to continue rimming Mom at that point… too busy panting in ecstasy as my sister pounded me with her cock. I kept fingering her, though — four fingers buried in her cunt, to be specific, and I seemed to work my way deeper inside my mother as I went.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when Mom cried, “Oh, Polly… put your whole hand in me. Fist your momma — God, please do it. I want to feel it all!”

Though my entire body was rocking from the force of my sister’s frenzied pounding, I managed to give Mom what she wanted, folding my thumb inward and pushing my entire hand past her vaginal ring. And with a thrust, I was inside. I’d never fisted a woman before, and was thrilled by the sense of power it gave me.

Mom screamed, her head thrown back, then rasped, “Oh Jesus yes, that f-feels so good!”

We three quickly fell into a mutual rhythm of savage, unrestrained fucking that had the headboard banging against the wall — Callie pumping me with her cock, my hand plunging deep into Mom’s cunt. Three women, bodies lurching together like a row of pounding pistons, striking fire with each stroke.

Mom was first to come, her frame suddenly going rigid, an animal cry ripped from her throat. Her vagina gripped my hand with each spasm. Finally, with one last strangled gasp, she went limp as a rag doll, utterly drained.

I’d been leaning on Mom, since I only had one hand to hold me up while I fist-fucked her, and I slumped forward when she did. Luckily, Callie moved along with me, clutching my hips tightly to keep her cock from popping out… then with her strong arms she tugged me back against her pelvis and began to thrust the strap-on into me even harder, if that was possible.

Withdrawing my hand from Mom’s cunt with a slurping sound, I pushed back into my sister’s rough invasion… a mixture of pleasure and pain that lit me up like the Fourth of July.

“Fuck me,” I mumbled into my mother’s back, since I was now lying on top of her. “Fuck me, Callie,  fuck me!” God, she was brutal, pummeling me like we were fighting, almost — and somehow, it felt like the sweetest of kisses.

Mom squirmed around underneath me, turning herself so that we were facing one another. Enfolding me in two strong arms, she kissed my mouth, her tongue plunging between my lips to match the hard strokes of my sister’s cock. So I was getting it good and proper at both ends.

Then I felt Callie’s thumb pressing against the tight pucker of my anus — and I braced myself for what was to come. Without missing a beat, she pushed against the sweat-slicked hole until it popped inside, shoving it deep into the slippery canal with a sharp thrust.

Ripping my mouth from Mom’s, I threw my head back — a strangled cry exploding from my guts as an earthquake, a cataclysm, a tsunami of an orgasm smashed into me like a brick wall. It hit hard, then intensified, quickly rising to a peak. I heard myself scream, then everything went black.

When my eyes fluttered open I was nestled between Mom and Callie on the bed, bathed from head to toe in perspiration. My mother and sister were also damp from our workout, and we had fun letting our slippery bodies slide together as we shared lazy kisses and whispered words of love.

The End

It’s Mother’s Day Again

  • Posted on May 13, 2018 at 9:33 am

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My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 27

  • Posted on May 12, 2018 at 9:51 am

by Purple Les

We drove to the farmer’s market fairly early Saturday morning in Mom’s new car. Well, it was almost 15 years old, but it was new to us. Mom seemed to be really enjoying the car.

Mom wore her stocking cap. It was cold as always. I think she wore the cap more ’cause she was shy about her new short haircut.

I walked around with Mom. She would look at the vendors’ vegetables or whatever and talk with them about it. Some would give us a sample of this or that.

I helped Mom bring stuff back to the car. We put it in the trunk. It was pretty cold, so we didn’t have to worry about anything spoiling.

Mom seemed to be feeling pretty good today. She wanted to look around some more. I’d had enough of walking around with her.

“Mom? I wanna go to the stores.”

She gave me a look. Then she sighed and said, “Meet me by the car in forty minutes. And don’t make me come looking for you, or you’ll walk home.”

I looked at the big clock in the church tower near by. I gave her a big hug and wandered over to the comic book store. As I walked over there, I liked looking at the people from the bigger towns acting like it was a big deal to be here at the market.

I walked around inside the comic book store. They didn’t have the new comics in yet. So I just looked around some. They had a part of the store that said Adults Only.

There are beads hanging all down over the doorway to that part. You would see guys go back there. Sometimes I would edge back that way. When I would get real close to it though, whoever was by the cash register would always say, “That’s not for you. Move back out here.”

I wondered what kind of comics were back there. Guess I’d never find out. So then I went over to Gunderson’s Antiques and Junk.

I opened the door to hear the jingly bells. I looked around for a while. I liked all the old stuff and the Gundersons were always nice to me. Most grownups would get mad if you opened and closed their door a lot to hear the bells ring, but Mr. and Mrs. Gunderson just laughed and talked with me.

I asked them the time and when they told me I said, “Golly, I got to run. ’Bye.”

I ran toward where the car was parked. As I got closer I looked at the time and slowed down. I had a whole five minutes to get there without being late.

I saw Mom leaning against the car. She was talking to two women. Their backs were to me. When I got closer and could see them from the side one of them looked sort of familiar.

Mom saw me and pulled me in front of her. She crossed her hands on the outside of my coat on my chest and I leaned against her.

The two women smiled at me. That was when I recognized Mrs. Collins. It wasn’t just because I didn’t expect to see her. She was dressed in a bright yellow winter coat and blue jeans and boots. She also wore a green, red, and yellow wool cap. Mrs. Collins didn’t look anything like she did in school. She looked… well, she looked hot.

I said “Hi, Mrs. Collins. I didn’t know it was you at first. You look nice. I mean you always look nice. You look different than at school, I mean.”

Mrs. Collins said, “Hi, Katy, I understand what you mean. Thank you. This is my youngest daughter, Amy.” She nodded toward the young woman next to her.

Amy looked beautiful. Almost like a movie star, she was that pretty. She wore a dark wool coat, blue jeans and a black beret. Her long reddish brown hair hung over her collar. She smiled at me and said “Hi.” The way she smiled made me like her right away.

Mrs. Collins was drinking a cup of coffee. I was watching the steam rise from it while the grownups chatted. I wasn’t paying too much attention at first.

Then Mrs. Collins said to my mom, “Well, Carol, I don’t understand why someone who’s been offered two scholarships would rather spend a year being in a production of Hair.”

“Mom! I’m eighteen. This might lead to something. It will be a great experience.” Amy said to Mrs Collins, sounding kind of flustered.

Mrs Collins gave Amy a dirty look. Then she snorted and said, “Carol, who would want to watch my daughter prance around naked on stage?”

“Golly, I sure would.” I put my hands over my mouth as soon as I’d said that. Then I said, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

I could feel Mom’s nails digging through my winter coat into my shoulders.

Amy looked at Mrs Collins and said, “Is this what it’s really about, Mom? The brief nude scene? We don’t ‘prance around’ we stand still.”

Mrs Collins sipped her coffee and then said, “Well that’s part of it. But not all of it.”

“Mom, I can get in college anytime. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

My mom said, “It’s a very good musical. The nude scene is very tasteful. Sorry, I didn’t really mean to put my two cents in. I understand both your sides to this.”

Just at that moment the sky, which had been gray all week, opened up a little and some blue sky came through.

I started to clap my hands which couldn’t be heard because I had mittens on. I began to sing, “Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in.” I couldn’t help but shake my hips back and forth a little when I sang it.

Amy laughed and started to clap to keep time too, then we were both singing, “Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in.”

Then Mom joined in too, all three of us in the parking lot singing, “Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in.” Over and over.

Some people walked by us and dropped coins into Mrs Collins now empty coffee cup.

Mom and Amy stopped singing and started laughing. Even Mrs Collins was laughing now.

“That’s from ‘Hair’, Katy. Where did you pick that up from?” Amy asked me.

“It’s an album I’ve listened to.”

Mom added, “It’s the original cast recording.”

“I would love to hear that,” said Amy.

“Well, why not come over now and listen to it,” Mom said. She looked at Mrs Collins and said, “How about it, Kay? We just live up the road.”

Mrs Collins looked at Amy and said, “Sure. Why not.”

We got home and put away groceries. Shortly after that Mrs Collins and Amy pulled in the driveway. Mrs Collins had stopped to get donuts. Mom made tea.

Amy handed me her mother’s coffee cup and said, “Here, we figured you did the most to earn it.”

I dumped the sticky coins in the kitchen sink and rinsed them off. Two dollars and twenty cents.

“Mom, look! We should sing there every week.” The look Mom gave me showed I wouldn’t be singing at the farmer’s market anymore.

We all sat around the kitchen table. It was so weird to have my teacher at my house like a real person. I raised my hand once to say something and that got a laugh. I didn’t do it to be funny. It was just habit I guess.

I had a funny feeling inside me. The kind of feeling like something sexy was in the air. But I didn’t think anything would happen. I figured it was just because Mrs Collins was here in my house for real after all the sex dreams I’d had about her.

After a while Amy said, “Mom, do I have time to listen to the whole album?”

Mrs Collins said, “If Carol doesn’t have plans you can listen to it a few times if you want.”

My mom said, “That’s fine. I’ve got nothing going on. Katy, why don’t you take Amy up to your room and play the record for her.”

Amy followed me up the stairs to my bedroom. I’d forgot to close the door to my room that morning and all the heat from downstairs had gone up there. I told Amy to close the door behind her. For once it wasn’t freezing in my room.

Amy looked around.

I pulled the Hair album out of the one of the crates full of records and turned on the record player. It had two big speakers. I had them on either side of my room. When you sat on my bed you could hear them both. So I told Amy to sit on the bed. I sat next to her.

As we listened, I asked Amy, “In the play do you really get naked in front of everyone?”

Amy smiled at me, “Yes we do. I think it’s really beautiful and freeing. The song for that scene is coming up. Want to see me do it?”

“Um, sure, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. It’s good practice for me. On the stage we start out with our costumes on. Then a screen comes down. They show things on it while we keep singing and undress behind it. Then the screen comes up and we’re all nude.

“Since we can’t do that in your room, I’ll have you turn your back to me and then tell you to turn around again at the right time. Okay?”

“Sure.”

We both stood up.

Amy put the record arm to a certain spot and started singing along to the music. She has a real nice voice and pretty loud too. She sang some and then motioned for me with her hand to turn around.

I turned my back to her. While my back was turned I felt funny. It dawned on me that this was really going to happen. I was going to see an eighteen-year-old woman I’d just met bare-naked. Plus she was Mrs Collins’ daughter. My knees felt all weak.

Then I heard her say “Okay, Katy, turn and face me again.”

As soon as I turned there she was. Bare-naked and still singing to the record, I had to kneel on the floor cause my legs felt like rubber. She was curvy and thin but not skinny.

She had medium-sized boobies. Her nipples were smallish but not tiny. And they were all stiff. Her pubes were the same color as her hair, a dark reddish brown.

She stood still while she sang. Her legs are real nice. Long and lean. The song ended. She reached down to me and took my hands and pulled me up and sat me on the bed.

Amy bent over in front of the record player to start the album again. I think she bent over more than she needed to. That made me glad, ’cause I got a great look at her bare ass. I got a glimpse of her pussy too.

She came back and sat next to me on the bed. She explained to me what Hair was all about.

I liked listening to her. I tried to keep my eyes on her face but I couldn’t keep them from drifting down some before I remembered to look at her face again.

Amy said, “Katy, I don’t mind if you look at me. It’s normal for you to be curious about an older girl’s body. Have you ever seen anyone naked before?”

I knew I shouldn’t say too much. There were a lot of things I was supposed to keep secret. I thought there was a little I could say though.

“Um, well, I uh… will it be our secret?”

“Well, of course, it will just be between us. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

“Well, sometimes I shower with my mom. So I’ve seen her naked. But seeing you naked is different. It feels neat, like when… I better not say, maybe.”

“It’s okay. I’d like to know though. I hope we’re friends. I mean I trust you enough to let you see me naked and keep it our secret.”

“Okay, well I have a friend. Sometimes we do stuff. Um, like kiss and hug. And sometimes we look at each other naked. It makes us feel funny and we touch ourselves. Sometimes we touch each other, um, you know, down there.”

“Oh, sure, I understand. I like to do that too with other girls. Is your friend your age?”

“No, she’s ten, a year older than me. I hope you don’t think I’m weird.”

“No, not at all. I think you’re a very sweet girl. So you like kissing?”

“Yeah.” I made no attempt to not stare right at her nipples now. My eyes were glued to her boobies.

“Would you like to touch them?” Amy asked me.

“Could I, please?”

“Sure.”

Amy didn’t tell me what to do or not do with her boobies and nipples. She just let me play with them anyway I wanted. I think she was pretty sure I’d never done anything like this even though I had.

I could see Amy was enjoying it. She seemed to like just watching me feel her boobies and nipples up. I guess maybe it felt nice to her also. The music stopped and she got up to flip the album over. I got another great look at her ass.

She stood in front of me. My eyes moved up and down her. Mostly though my eyes stopped at her pussy now.

“You can touch my hair down there if you’d like to.” Amy said. So I did. “What do you think of it, Katy?”

“It looks like it would feel wiry but it’s nice and soft.”

“I guess you and your friend don’t have any hair, down there?”

“No, we don’t.”

“Would you like to kiss me like you and your friend do?”

I nodded my head “Yes” and Amy lay down on her back on my bed.

“Just lay on top of me, Katy, and kiss me like you kiss your friend.”

So I did. I just kind of touched my lips to hers briefly at first, then kissed her a little bit more. I pressed my lips against hers longer and harder. Then finally I slowly opened my mouth more and more, till I could stick my tongue in her mouth.

Her one arm was around the top of my back hugging me. Amy’s other arm moved up and down my back. Each time it went down my back her hand came closer to my butt.

After we had been kissing for a while she touched my behind and then cupped my ass cheeks with her hand and squeezed them.

I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips around a little bit trying to grind myself against Amy a little. The music stopped and slowly we stopped kissing.

“Would you mind turning the album over again, Katy?”

“No, I don’t mind.” I said as I slowly got on my knees. I felt her boobies a little bit more as I put my feet on the floor. I turned the album over and turned around to face Amy again.

She was laying on her side now. She had one hand between her legs and her other hand had her head resting against it. I stood looking at her and Amy said, “You are so cute. Tell me, Katy, when you kiss your girlfriend do one of you stay dressed or do you both get naked?”

“Um, we both get naked.”

“Oh. Well should I get dressed? Or can I get you to take off your clothes too?”

“Um, I don’t mind getting undressed. If you promise not to laugh.”

“Why on earth would I laugh.”

“Cause I don’t have any pubes or boobs or nothing.”

“I think you’re a perfect looking little girl. I won’t laugh. In fact, there’s something about seeing a girl your age that’s special to me. I mean you don’t get to see kids nude. So it would be a real treat for me to see a cute girl like you without anything on.”

I could see Amy was starting to kind of play with herself. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Katy.”

“No, I want to. It gives me the tingles down there.”

I lifted a foot up and took a sock off then did the same with my other foot. I pulled my sweater off next and stood there looking at Amy.

“That’s a good start.” Amy said. “Now take off your t-shirt.”

So I did.

“Yeah, nice. I love your little nipples. You’ve got a nice tight bod, Katy.”

“Thanks. Um, now what?”

“Unbutton your jeans and pull down the zipper.”

So I did that too.

“Oh, I like your pretty blue panties.” Amy said. “Now take your jeans off and your panties too.”

I pushed them both down to my knees and then I got on the floor and took them the rest of the way off. I stood back up and let Amy look at me bare-naked.

“Can we kiss some more, Amy?”

“We sure can. Get back up here.”

Amy turned on her back again and I lay on top of her again and we started to kiss. This time when she grabbed my butt I melted against her. I let my legs slide off on either side of her and she quickly ran a finger up my slit before rubbing my ass again.

We kissed till the record ended. She had me flip it over and start it again.

As I flipped the record over, she said, “You have the most perfect little ass.”

When I got back on the bed she had turned on her side.

We kissed some more. As we kissed we felt each other up.

I mostly played with her boobs and nipples at first.

Amy said, “I just have to rub off.” She moved back a little and began to masturbate.

I loved watching her and I started to play with myself too.

When I moved my middle finger up inside my pussy, Amy let out a moan. I could smell her pussy. She was getting real wet.

“Amy? Can we play with each other’s? You know, let me touch yours and you can play with mine. Okay?”

Amy took my hand and placed it on her pussy. She moved my hand on her and said, “Do it like that, okay?”

I said “Yeah, okay.”

After I was doing it for a little bit she put her hand on my bare pussy. She was very gentle but she touched me everywhere. I was getting close to having a come.

Amy started coming right at that moment. I came shortly after she did because she didn’t stop rubbing my pussy when she came. We both just lay there.

We kissed some more and laughed a little, ’cause now we shared a special secret. We stayed naked and listened to a couple more albums.

Amy suggested, “Maybe we can do this again sometime. Would you like that, Katy?”

“Yeah, I sure would.”

We finally got dressed and went downstairs. Amy used the bathroom and so did I when she was done.

Mrs Collins and Amy left after we’d sat around a little bit just chatting. Well, they chatted. I mostly just listened and daydreamed.

Then they left. I’d noticed that Mom was barefoot. I’d also seen that Mrs Collins shirt was buttoned up uneven. It had been normal before me and Amy had gone upstairs.

I snuggled next to Mom on the couch. Mom asked me what had happened up in my room and I told her everything. Mom seemed kind of horny. Her nipples were hard against her shirt and she kissed me a lot.

I asked her what she and Mrs Collins talked about.

“Well, Katy, it seems Mrs Collins and I are very much alike in some ways. It seems she has feelings like me and Aunt Billie and Grace Tran and your Aunt Sue.” Then Mom laughed a little. “And like Jean and Sandie.

“I can tell you, Angel, ’cause I know you won’t say anything. You see when Amy was ten she’d seen her big sisters having sex with each other. They were 14 and 17 at the time. They didn’t let her join in and she asked her mother about it. Amy really liked seeing them naked and having sex. Her mother understood and explained to Amy that her sisters were older.

“Kay, that’s Mrs Collins first name, Angel, told Amy if she wanted to she would show her anything she wanted to know about what her big sisters were doing.”

I unbuttoned Mom’s blue jeans and pulled her zipper down.

“So Kay took Amy into her bedroom. Kay told her about what kinds of things girls like to do with each other. Kay found out Amy was already masturbating.”

I pushed my hand down under Mom’s panties. She was real wet and I started to play with her pussy.

“So, uh, Kay, uh. Where was I, Katy?”

“Mrs Collins found out Amy knew how to masturbate already.”

“Yes, so well they, uh, Kay taught her how to kiss. Amy wanted for them to kiss naked like her big sisters did with each other. So, uh, Kay and Amy got naked together, and, uh, the rest is history so to speak, and uh. Oh! Shit! Katy, that feels good.”

“What else happened down here while I was upstairs?”

“Kay did this foot massage thing on me. She made me cum just by touching my foot in a certain spot. I couldn’t believe how good it was. Don’t stop, Katy. I think I’m… ”

Mom put her hand over her pants where my hand was on the inside of her pants. She pressed my hand down harder on her and pushed her pussy against my hand more. Then I felt her come.

Mom panted some and kissed me. We just sat for a little while and then Mom started to French kiss me. Next thing I knew she’d pulled my clothes off and started to lick my pussy.

I was really enjoying her mouth on me. I wanted it to last longer but when she rubbed a finger around my butt hole I couldn’t hold back and had my big come.

It wasn’t even dinner time yet and we’d had a lot of sex. After dinner Mom got out her laptop and we got in Mom’s bed naked together and read stories at Juicy Secrets. We read some of the new chapters of stuff together. We did that till we got so horny again we watched each other rub off. Mom let me sleep with her that night.

I woke up first on Sunday morning and looked at her sleep for a while. Then I went to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen next and had juice and made coffee for Mom.

We had a nice lazy Sunday with lots of sex thrown in. I wished it could be like that every day.

More tales about Katy’s family and friends in Chapter 28

Her Mother’s Revelation

  • Posted on May 10, 2018 at 8:38 am

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another gem from my files, its origin and the original author uncertain — but surely this is much too good to languish unread. As before, I left my own fingerprints all over this story, but too long ago for me to remember where.

*****

“Ohhh, Mom. Oh GOD.” Edie threw her head back, gasping ecstatically as she clutched her mother’s face to her chest.

Jackie lovingly suckled her daughter’s left nipple, all the while fondling her other breast. She inhaled sharply as Edie’s fingernails bit into her bare back. Bet that leaves a mark, she told herself.

Edie was frantically riding her mother’s thigh, the wet heat of the teen’s cunt a lover’s kiss against the older woman’s skin.

Raising her face from Edie’s breast, Jackie nuzzled a path up the girl’s neck until their eyes met, giving her daughter a look that smoldered with long-hidden lust. “Let’s take this into the bedroom, sweetheart,” she whispered, then punctuated her words with a hard, sloppy tongue kiss.

Edie’s mind reeled. She returned Jackie’s kiss, her arms entwining around her mother’s back… then she rose from the sofa, taking Jackie’s hand to lead her upstairs. Their make-out session clumsily continued as they stepped over discarded clothes and made their way upstairs to Jackie’s bedroom. The two women bumped against the walls of the stairway as they walked up, their mouths glued together, hands freely exploring one another’s naked bodies.

In the bedroom, grabbing her mother’s shoulders, Edie fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Jackie down on top of her. Bare breasts pressed together, the women kissed hungrily. “Mom,” Edie breathed as she pulled away, panting for a breath, “This is all so… unbelievable.” She sighed contentedly.

Jackie cupped her daughter’s face in her hands, looking her in the eyes. “Believe it, honey,” she said. “I’m going to show you everything.” Her hand slipped down her daughter’s naked body to cup her vulva, and Edie cooed in response.

*****

It had started innocently enough, with Jackie initiating a discussion about sex with her teenage daughter.

“Mom, I’m eighteen, you know,” Edie said dismissively.

“Oh, believe me, I know,” Jackie had said… which was strange, Edie had thought.

Jackie then took a deep breath and told her daughter what she was finally old enough to know: that her mother was a lesbian.

This revelation suddenly made a lot of strange things very comprehensible to Edie.

*****

“My GOD,” she exclaimed, writhing below her naked mother on the bed. Jackie had run a finger up her girl’s dripping wet slit as she kissed and nuzzled at her neck. Sliding down Edie’s body, Jackie gave her breasts more loving attention as she teased her daughter’s clit with a fingertip.

Edie was wracked by spasms of pleasure. She spread her legs wider beneath her mother, arching her wet pussy toward Jackie’s face, which was now making its way down her body. Her fingers tangled in her mother’s hair.

As her mother slid between Edie’s thighs, she whispered, barely audibly, “Beautiful… so beautiful.”

This both excited Edie and made her happy. She anticipated that incredible tongue exploring her pussy, and her breath hissed from her throat as she felt her mother’s breath tickling her skin. To her frustration, though somehow mixed with delight, her mother instead planted soft kisses on the inside of her daughter’s thighs… and her finger, slick with the teenage girl’s wetness, pressed slowly into Edie’s sphincter.

Sparks flew in Edie’s head. She thought she might pass out. Her mother had worked a digit all the way into her ass, up to the second knuckle, and began pumping it in and out as she continued to nuzzle her daughter’s thighs. Edie realized she might come without so much as her pussy being touched. “Mom… Mommy, ohhh, yes…” she whimpered.

Then, as if activated by those words, her mother’s mouth suddenly claimed her daughter’s throbbing cunt, her hot tongue plunging within to probe Edie’s vagina, her finger still fucking the girl’s ass.

Oh, God, my own mother, Edie thought, and that more than the physical sensations tumbled her over the edge. She shrieked and screamed her orgasm, her mother’s mouth never leaving Edie’s cunt despite the girl’s bucking and writhing. Soon Edie was out of breath and could hardly make a sound, but her orgasm just wouldn’t stop. “Mom. Mom!” she tried to cry.

Jackie took her daughter to the heights of pleasure… then gently brought her down, soothing Edie’s vagina with gentle kisses, caressing her thighs.

Edie and her mother cuddled naked, exchanging soft kisses. Her mind still reeled at the extent of this… the knowledge that she’d had sex with another woman — her own mom!

“This is a lot to take in for you, I know,” Jackie said, stroking her daughter’s hair, as though reading her mind — even though it wouldn’t have been difficult to tell what she must have been thinking about, Edie mused.

“Yeah, Mom… I guess it is,” Edie agreed softly, blushing a bit. What on earth could she possibly be embarrassed about now? she wondered.

“I don’t know if this is your first time or not,” Jackie said, caressing her belly, “but I hope you enjoyed it. You certainly seemed to!” she said, smiling playfully. “The erotic bond between mother and daughter… there’s nothing like it.”

“It’s my first time… you know, with a woman,” Edie replied. Almost unbidden, her finger went up and began to play with her mom’s nipple. Edie’s eyes shut, she lay back and sighed, before she raised up slightly, having just registered the last thing her mother had said. “Mom,” she asked, wide-eyed, “do you mean that you and Grandma… did you ever do this with… well, with her?”

Jackie smiled. “It’s funny you should ask that,” she cooed, gazing deep into her new lover’s eyes. “Yes, honey,” she said, indicating their tangled, naked bodies, “my mother and I made love, just like you and I just did.” She giggled. “And… I seduced her.”

Edie’s eyes were big as saucers. “Tell me about it,” the teenage girl said, feeling a thrill deep inside.

So Jackie did.

*****

It happened one night when she was 19, a college student, but still living at home. She had planned to move out and live in the university dorms, but decided instead to stay home and commute.

That spring — this was July — Jackie had met a girl at college, someone she was instantly drawn to sexually. While neither considered themselves gay, they had discovered they each shared a liberal view of sex after a night of heated lovemaking. They had been together as lovers for the rest of the school year.

Anyway, having discovered the pleasures of lesbian sex, the next logical step in Jackie’s mind involved sharing these newfound pleasures with her mother Brenda. Why shouldn’t they be intimate? Her mother was divorced, unattached and still incredibly beautiful… and Jackie knew that her mom had been involved with other women before, having read as much in college diary without her knowledge. She didn’t know if her mother could be persuaded to go to bed with her, but was determined to do her level best to make it happen.

At first her mother didn’t want to hear a word of any such thing.

“Mom,” Jackie had said, “that’s ridiculous. What are you afraid of, breaking a taboo? That’s stupid.”

Her 37-year-old mother wouldn’t take the bait. “That has nothing to do with it,” she said. “You are my daughter. That’s all.”

Jackie put on a pouty face. “You don’t think I’m pretty?”

Brenda did take that bait. “Jackie, honey, no,” she hastily said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “That’s not it. It’s just… not the kind of thing mothers are supposed to do with their children.”

Jackie shook her head. “I love you, Mom. And you love me. We’re not like most mothers or daughters. We’re friends, too. We’ve shared our lives, our secrets, our dreams.” She placed a hand on her mother’s thigh. “And all I want is to be closer to you, Mom. How can this be wrong if we both love one another?” She leaned closer to her mother, allowing her lips to brush the older woman’s ear. “Besides, Mom,” she breathed, “you are an incredibly sexy woman… and I just know that you’d be a hot fuck.”

“Jacqueline!” her mother gasped. But not with a lot of conviction.

“Mom, I’ve discovered sex between two women who trust each other and feel affection for one another is something truly beautiful and enjoyable. And that’s what I want to share with you, Mom.” She moved her face to her mother’s ear, blew in it softly, then kissed it gently. “More than anything else in the world…”

Shaking, her mother turned to her and they kissed… tentatively at first, then more frantically, their tongues coming into play.

And soon they were both undressed, and mother and daughter lay entwined in bed, kissing like the lovers they now were. Jackie made love to her mother, making her come over and over… all with an earnestness born of devotion. And, she realized, something of an adventurous spirit. They were bravely trying something new together… and both wanted to make sure it was a beautiful experience.

Soon, Brenda was eagerly returning her daughter’s affections, dipping her face between the girl’s thighs to taste Jackie’s cunt for the first time. Then she grew bolder, licking and sucking at the glistening sex before her like a woman possessed… until with a wild cry, Brenda’s daughter came in her face.

They made love for hours that night.

*****

By the time Jackie was finished with her story, Edie was squirming and nearly panting. Cupping her mother’s face in her hands, she kissed her warmly and wetly. Their tongues emerged to join in a loving duet, mouths sliding together sensuously. Jackie’s hands found her daughter’s ass cheeks again and she fondled Edie’s bottom, sending new bolts of sensation through the young woman.

“Mom,” Edie gasped, arching her back. “Oh, Mom!”

Jackie rolled over on top of Edie to pleasure the girl’s breasts, one after the other. She strummed her child’s nipple with her tongue, causing the young woman to moan helplessly.

Edie rolled them both over so she was on top as her mother continued to kiss and caress her. Jackie’s legs wrapped around Edie’s ass to pull her daughter down until their sexes met. Then she began to grind back and forth, pressing their dripping pussies together. Each woman’s tingling slit sent jolts of pleasurable friction through the other.

Wickedly stirred by these new sensations, Edie rocked forward and slid back, panting, “Oh, fuck… fuck… fuck!” under her breath.

Suddenly Edie’s eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh god… oh my god… ohmygodohmygodohmyggggg–!” and she came explosively from the wet, hot sensation of cunt against cunt, coupled with the mindblowing idea of her own mother actually fucking her. Panting and flushed, she collapsed on top of Jackie, who cradled her daughter’s head to her breast.

Jackie smiled. “I don’t want to wear you out your first time,” she said, her eyes shining with love for her daughter.

Edie raised an eyebrow and smiled wryly. She gently extricated herself from Jackie’s embrace, then slid down her mother’s body, pausing to place a butterfly kiss on Jackie’s nipple that made her gasp. Slowly she traced her tongue down her mother’s belly, making her way between her thighs.

Edie glanced up at her mother, who was now trembling in anticipation. “I’m going to lick your pussy now, Mom,” she cooed.

Jackie’s eyes rolled upward as Edie pressed her face into her throbbing sex. The girl began to lick her tentatively, exploring the heat and wetness of another woman’s cunt for the first time. “Oh!” Jackie exclaimed… “Oh, my darling,” her hands clutching at the sheets as her daughter began to eat her pussy for real.

Edie had no real idea what she was doing, just what she thought she would like and what her mom had done to her. It was more than enough. She was surprised to discover how much she loved the smell and taste of her mother’s vagina. Her mother bucked and shook and cried out as Edie feasted on her pussy.

Edie’s chin brushed the folds of her mother’s labia as she licked at Jackie’s clit. As she did, her mom’s legs closed over her daughter’s head and she began to writhe even harder, nearly screaming as she exploded in a convulsive climax that had her seeing stars. “Oh, my darling little girl,” she cried, her eyes shut tightly. “I love you!”

Edie pleasured her mother in a wild frenzy of incestuous lust, clawing at her legs, sliding her face up and down between the older woman’s thighs, her mouth loving every part of Jackie’s cunt.

Jackie screamed as the most intense orgasm of her entire life came crashing down upon her. “OH… MY BABY. MY DARLING LITTLE GIRL… OOHHH!” Every inch of her body seemed to be bathed in a sweet fire.

*****

When Jackie had had this little talk with her daughter about her lesbianism, a moment that seemed so long ago but wasn’t, she didn’t know what to expect from Edie. Her daughter might become angry and storm away. She might be confused and ask a lot of questions. She might be embarrassed to speak.

Instead, Edie just nodded her head, as if everything now made sense to her. Fleetingly, Jackie figured she was a smart girl, and she must have sensed something about her mother’s sexuality, even if she didn’t know about it outright.

All she knew was that Edie stood up and held out a hand to her. She stood up, too, and they hugged warmly. All Jackie’s anxieties about coming out to her daughter were melting away, and her heart glowed with happiness. Edie understood… or at least accepted.

Then Edie gently pulled away and studied her mother.

“What do you do?”

This was one question Jackie hadn’t prepared for. “Um… well, nothing out of the ordinary, if that’s what you mean.”

“How does it start?”

Jackie was puzzled. “How does it–”

Edie leaned in and pecked her mother on the lips. “Maybe… with a kiss?”

Jackie was alert, now. “I do like kissing,” she said softly.

Her daughter kissed her again, no tongue, just soft, careful lips. Then again, harder.

Jackie’s heart was pounding. “Edie, honey, I–”

Then again, Edie’s mouth parting slightly. And before she could think, Jackie’s tongue had slipped into Edie’s mouth, and she was kissing her own daughter like a lover.

Now Edie grabbed her mother’s shirt and began to tug it up over her head as their kisses grew frantic, desperate. They staggered about the room, the two of them, banging into the furniture, kissing frantically, “mmph”ing and trying to remove Jackie’s pastel top.

They finally got the shirt off, Jackie tossing it to the floor. Her daughter’s hands came up immediately to touch her breasts, caressing them. Jackie, still off balance and a little unsure, moaned and whimpered, “Edie… are you sure that you want this?”

The beautiful teenaged girl smiled lovingly at her mother… then moved in to kiss her gently, her tongue emerging to lick at her mother’s lower lip. Then she whispered “Teach me, Mom. Teach me about how women make love. I want to know everything… and there’s no one I’d rather learn from than you.” She closed her eyes, leaning close to kiss her again, then pulled away. “C’mon, Mom — let’s get naked.”

Edie grabbed her own shirt and practically tore it off. Her bra, too. Then she roughly embraced her mother, their breasts crushing together. Jackie sighed deliriously as her sweet child ran her hands and fingers through her mother’s hair. She slowly wrapped her arms around Edie, relaxing into their embrace as her daughter made love to her.

Before long Edie, her hands visibly shaking, were slipping off her jeans. Jackie took hers off, too. Both women’s panties were wet.

They embraced again, Edie grinding her pussy into her mother’s through their underwear. Jackie moaned and caressed her daughter, seeking out the teenage girl’s mouth with her own.

Finally Edie tugged her mother’s panties down, and Jackie returned the favor. Now naked, the new lovers pressed their bodies firmly together as they kissed, more passionately than ever. Jackie lowered her face to her daughter’s breasts, her mouth taking in a taut nipple. Edie inhaled sharply.

Jackie teased Edie’s nipples with her flicking tongue, suddenly remembering all the times she’d called her mother “Mommy” during their lovemaking. The incest she and her mother had indulged in had only made their love for one another stronger. She found herself desperately hoping Edie would call her “Mommy,” too…

*****

That was how it had started. Now, mother and daughter lay cuddled together in a warm afterglow.

Jackie kissed Edie tenderly, tasting her own pussy. She ran a finger along her daughter’s chin. “Sore?”

Edie smiled. “Yeah. But so worth it.” She kissed her mother back. “Way worth it.”

Jackie smiled brightly. Now they were softly, tenderly making out again. None of the hunger or urgency of before… just two women in love, tasting one another, luxuriating in a relaxed embrace. Being together.

After awhile Edie smiled up at her mother, and sank down to nuzzle at Jackie’s nipple. She lovingly engulfed it in her mouth and began suckling, like a baby. Jackie shivered and sighed contentedly. She stroked Edie’s hair. “My dearest love,” she whispered. “I hope you know now that sex isn’t just something you do, it’s a way to love. What you and I have, right now… it’s the greatest gift of our lives.”

“I think… I understand that now, Mom,” Edie murmured, raising herself up to kiss her mother’s sweet mouth.

The End

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 18

  • Posted on May 8, 2018 at 8:43 am

By: Cheryl Taggert

When Lexi finally got home after having fun at Becky’s, she lay on her bed thinking until nearly suppertime. She wondered about the life her new friend, Becky, enjoyed. She herself had enjoyed fun with her mom’s little sister, Candace, but she never had sex with her mom. She didn’t know if she would be able to do that, but the idea intrigued her.

She thought about her time with Callie, Becky’s mom. She had sucked the woman’s boobs until the woman was moaning with the need to come. Then she’d moved down her belly, planting little kisses along the way. Lexi’s Aunt Candace loved for her to do that, and she thought maybe Callie would love it, too. She had, but not as much as she’d loved it when Lexi began licking and sucking the woman’s pussy. Callie had enjoyed three orgasms while Lexi licked her pussy and clit. Then the woman had insisted on licking Lexi. She’d told Callie she was sore from the sex she’d had with Callie’s daughters, Tanya and Becky, but she’d still managed to have another orgasm. Callie had made sure she licked her clit softly, which made a difference. When she’d had her orgasm with her new friends’ mother, she opened her eyes to see Tanya and Becky watching them. Tanya had her fingers on her pussy, rubbing herself to another orgasm. Becky had found she liked having her butthole touched and fingered, and she was standing there with one hand reaching around herself and was obviously pushing a finger in and out of her butt.

Lexi was still too sore to do anything more that evening, but she sat at dinner that night with her mom and wondered how often her mom masturbated. She also wondered if her mom had a vibrator. They’d really enjoyed Callie’s. She decided she had to find out and wondered why it had taken this long to see her mother in a sexual way.

The next day when her mom went to work, Lexi sneaked into her bedroom. She had never really explored her mom’s room much, other than playing dress-up when she was younger. At those times, her mom would choose a few items for her to wear. Now, though, she was in search of her mother’s more intimate possessions–if she had any. She hoped so. Her parents were divorced and her mom rarely dated, so she felt her mom should at least have some fun.

She stood in the middle of the room, looking around and wondering where her mom might keep a sex toy, when she remembered that Callie kept hers in a bedside drawer. She stepped over to her mom’s bedside table and tugged at the drawer.

It was locked. Lexi was disappointed because now she wanted to see what was inside that drawer even more than before because she was certain there was something in there her mom used for sex. Why else would she lock her bedside drawer?

She began searching around for a key, hoping it wasn’t on her mother’s key ring. She went to the other side of her mom’s bed and opened the drawer there, which wasn’t locked. No key. She searched her mom’s closet. No key, at least not one she could find. If that’s where the key was, though, it was in a great hiding place because Lexi searched everywhere inside the closet. Finally, she went into her mother’s bathroom, remembering how her mom didn’t like for her to go in there, saying it was her “haven of solitude.” Oddly, she looked at her mother’s Jacuzzi tub and figured out for the first time what her mom liked to do in there. Again, she wondered why it hadn’t occurred to her before. After all, her Aunt Candace enjoyed sex and loved masturbating in the tub. Why wouldn’t Aunt Candace’s older sister?

Opening a bottom drawer of the bathroom vanity, she spotted a key at the back of the drawer. It was small enough to fit the lock on the bedroom table’s drawer. Not only that, but it was on a key ring with a tiny dildo attached to it. She recognized the inch-long replica of a sex toy immediately and realized she must have found the key she longed for.

Walking to her mother’s bedside table, she inserted the small key and turned the lock. Success! Slowly sliding the drawer open, she realized she’d found something amazing.

Lying on top of several DVD cases was an assortment of vibrators and other sex toys. Now, however, what she was really interested in were the DVD’s. What kind were they? Did they have people in them having sex?

She picked one up and walked to the DVD player and small, flat-screen TV on top of a chest of drawers across the room from the bed. Turning both on and inserting the DVD, she went to sit on her mother’s bed.

The screen flickered for a moment as the DVD started playing automatically. She knew these were some kind of homemade or private DVD’s because there were no credits at the start of the movie or any ads for other movies. Plus, commercial DVD’s had images and stuff stamped on one side. These looked like the blank ones people could buy in the electronics section of Walmart or something.

As the movie started,  Lexi gasped. It was a movie with a woman and a little girl, who looked to be maybe five or six years old. The woman was adjusting the girl on a bed. Both of them were naked. The woman was talking to the girl, and the girl was answering her. From the conversation, it was obvious the pair were a mother and daughter.

The mom was a pretty brunette. The girl had long hair the color of dark honey. They had done this many times before because the little girl did not show any surprise at anything her mother did. At one point, the mom asked the little girl, “Do you like it when Mommy licks you here?” and the little girl nodded and said, “Yes.” The woman licked the little girl’s pussy and butt before handing the child a small purple vibrator. The girl pressed the humming toy against her pussy and was obviously enjoying the sensations it brought her.

After watching this scene for several minutes, it suddenly occurred to Lexi that this was her mom’s DVD. She watched this?! The thought that her mom had this and watched it caused Lexi to shiver. Her mom enjoyed watching this woman and her little girl together. That thought kept racing through her mind, leading Lexi to wonder if her mom ever fantasized about doing that stuff to her.

Lexi noticed she was getting very turned on watching this. The little girl licked her mother’s pussy for a while and then they got into a sixty-nine, with the little girl’s pussy and butt facing the camera. Lexi watched as the young girl had an obvious orgasm. Her little hips trembled and shook as the mom licked and touched her most private spot. The child’s squeals of delight were music to Lexi’s ears and quite stimulating for her pussy. Still, she refrained from doing anything right then.

After watching that scene, Lexi took out the other DVD. This one was much like the other one, but the girl was older and had a twin sister. The mom wasn’t as pretty as the one in the other DVD, but she wasn’t ugly either, just more average looking. The twin girls looked to be about her own age, ten, perhaps eleven. They did lots of things to each other while the mom watched. Then they all took turns doing stuff.

When she’d finished watching this scene, Lexi made a decision. Her mom obviously enjoyed the same stuff Lexi’s Aunt Candace, her mom’s youngest sister, enjoyed. Her aunt and a friend had seduced Lexi when she was five. Now, she had discovered her mom had the same kind of sexual fantasies. Lexi’s decision was to seduce her mom. And she didn’t think it would be that hard to do.

She called Aunt Candace at her work and asked her to stop by on her way home. Her aunt could tell there was something sexy Lexi wanted to share and agreed happily to stop by. She would be off work well before her sister, Lexi’s mom, would. That would allow plenty of time for what they liked to call “playtime.”

When Candace got off work, she drove to her niece’s house, wondering what Lexi had to share. She decided to remove her panties once she got in the car so her pussy would be easily accessible for her ten-year-old niece.

Parking in the driveway, she strolled up to the door, her pussy already a soaking mess. But a delicious mess, she reminded herself.

When the door opened, Lexi was standing there, completely naked, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

“Well, well, little girl,” Candace said, smiling lasciviously at her niece. “What on earth are you doing without any clothes on?”

“Waiting for my sexy aunt to get here.”

“Well, she’s not going to make it, I’m afraid. I guess I’ll have to do.”

Candace stepped inside and Lexi closed the door. Then the child brought two DVD’s out from behind her back. “Guess what these are?” Lexi asked, a wicked smile curving her lips.

“DVD’s?” Candace said, stating the obvious. “Or are they CD’s?”

“They’re DVD’s, but of what?”

As Candace removed her clothes, she said, “Did you make a DVD of yourself? You know your mom could find them.”

“These are Mom’s,” Lexi said, the mischief in her tone unmistakable.

“Your mom has some DVD’s?” Candace asked, a bit shocked since based on Lexi’s manner, the DVD’s obviously were not movies of one of their family holiday dinners.

“Uh-huh. Guess what of.”

“Sex?” Candace asked, suddenly surprised she knew nothing of her sister’s sex life. For some reason, she had always thought of her sister Pauline as rather straight-laced.

“Even better,” Lexi said.

“Nothing’s better than sex,” Candace said.

“How about sex between moms and their daughters?”

Candace’s face took on one of those looks that said Lexi didn’t understand the porn business. “Honey, those are actresses. They’re not really mothers and daughters. There are entire porn series based on it, like “The Mother-Daughter Exchange Club,” or a lot of them featuring an older woman and a college-age girl as a step-mom and step-daughter.”

“No, these are real. They can’t make these kinds of movies in Hollywood or whatever.”

Candace still looked doubtful. “How do you know they’re real?”

“Well, one is of these twin girls, so I know they’re really sisters.”

Candace had to admit that yes, there were plenty of those kinds of videos online. “Okay. But how do you know they’re mothers and daughters for real?”

“Well, the twins look to be about my age and the other one with a mom and daughter has a girl who’s maybe five or six.”

Candace felt her jaw drop open and her eyes widen. “Is this a joke?” she asked.

“Nope. See for yourself,” Lexi said, holding out the plastic DVD cases.

Candace took them and stepped over to the family TV with the DVD player hooked up to it. She saw the player was already on and noticed the TV screen had a dark blue tint, indicating it was on as well but needed something in the DVD player to show anything. She popped in one of the DVD’s and watched in awe as the picture came to life. It was a young, very pretty mother and her equally pretty daughter, who was definitely around age five or six. She stood there, still half-dressed, watching the movie.

She looked at Lexi. “You found these in the house?”

“Yep.”

“Where?”

“In Mom’s bedside drawer. It was locked but I found the key.”

“Show me where,” Candace said. As she followed her niece to her sister’s bedroom, she finished stripping off her top, which had been the only garment remaining by then.

They entered the bedroom and Lexi went straight for the bedside table, and Candace followed. Inside the open drawer were a half-dozen sex toys. “You found these DVD’s in here?” Candace asked, despite knowing the answer.

“Uh-huh. They’re Mommy’s. MOMMY’S!” Lexi answered.

“What does this all mean?” Candace wondered aloud.

“It means I’m gonna have sex with Mommy. And so are you!” Lexi said and got down on her knees to start licking her aunt’s soaking wet pussy.

Candace was rather confused about what Lexi had found. Pauline had always seemed so . . . straight-laced. There had never been any hint that she went in for straight porn, much less the kind of ultra-kinky stuff that was found in her bedside table drawer. She was momentarily overwhelmed by the throbbing in her pussy as her little niece licked her there. She and Phyllis had taught her well, or maybe she was just a natural. Either way, Candace forgot about Pauline for a moment and settled on her sister’s bed while Lexi worked to bring her to an orgasm. She would return the favor when Lexi was finished, and then they would talk more about what Lexi had discovered and how to go about seducing Pauline.

She could feel her body climbing the mountain to a wonderful climax. The throbbing intensified until she fell over the cliff into absolute joy. She’d loved orgasms since her first one at age nine, and Lexi could bring on the most intense orgasms she’d ever had. This one was no exception. Pleasure spread out from her center, seeming to bathe each cubic inch of her body with bliss.

Now it was Lexi’s turn. Candace turned the girl onto her back and dove in to lick and suck the girl’s bald pussy. It was much fuller than it had been the first time she and Phyllis had seduced her. Candace could tell Lexi would be starting to grow boobs soon as well as pubic hair. The child would probably want to keep the hair until she realized it could be a nuisance for girls when they licked her. Then Candace would teach her how to shave and wax her most intimate area. Or maybe Pauline would want to teach her. Candace had never thought of that before, but with the evidence of the way Pauline truly felt about children and sex in their possession, she was sure their entire existence would be changed forever now.

As Candace licked her niece’s bald pussy, she thought of the many times she had sneaked a peak at Pauline when Candace was young. She had longed for Pauline to do things to her once Candace had discovered orgasms. She instinctively knew that if she could rub herself there and make it feel so amazing, then someone else could do the same, and she fantasized about it frequently growing up. Of course, she also would imagine rubbing Pauline’s pussy as well. Those thoughts would sometimes be all she thought about when she masturbated as a young girl. When she met Phyllis, she discovered just how great it could be to touch another girl’s pussy and have another girl touch hers. Now, here it was ten years after Candace had discovered the amazing sensations that she could feel in her pussy, and she would finally get to enjoy her older sister, the first target of her lust.

When it occurred to Candace that she was about Lexi’s age when she discovered orgasms, and Pauline had been Candace’s own age now when that had happened, she thought about the DVD’s found hiding in Pauline’s drawer. This made her wonder if Pauline had ever thought of her in that way when she was nineteen and Candace only nine. She hoped so. It would make the imminent seduction easier. Then again, it made her realize all the fun times they had lost because Pauline had probably been too scared to approach her with her desires.

Lexi had an amazing orgasm, shivers and spasms rocking her slender body. When Lexi’s climax ended, Candace took her hand and led the girl into Lexi’s bedroom. “It wouldn’t do for your mom to catch us like this in her bedroom, regardless of what we found,” Candace said.

They and gathered their clothes the DVD’s on the way to Lexi’s room and lay on the bed to talk about how to get Lexi’s mom interested in doing what they both knew would be a fantasy come true.

“I was already thinking about that while waiting for you to get here,” Lexi said.

“What’s your plan?”

“Well, she takes a shower every day when she gets home from work. I thought I’d wait until she was in the shower and get naked and join her. Then I’d just start sucking her boobs and fingering her while telling her I found her DVD’s.”

“Well, that’s one plan,” Candace said, “but it might scare the shit out of her when you got in the shower with her and started having sex without so much as a quick explanation. After all, we’re assuming she would be okay with having sex with you, her own daughter. She might not really feel that way. Besides, she’s taken quite a few measures to make sure nobody ever found out about her secret desires. Doing what is essentially ‘jumping her bones’ would be a shock. She might even faint.”

“Then what do you think we should do?”

“First, are you absolutely sure you want to have sex with your mom?” Candace asked. “Think about it now. It would change everything about your relationship.”

Lexi thought about it, but not for long. She was totally excited about this. She could imagine the feel of her mom’s pussy on her mouth as she sat there thinking. “Absolutely sure. Like a thousand percent,” she finally said.

“Well, I was thinking I would sit down with her while you are in here and tell her what the two of us have been up to since you were little. Then I’d tell her I knew that she enjoyed that kind of stuff because I’d found her DVD’s.”

“But I found them!” Lexi protested.

“Yes, I know you did, but it might be better if I say I found them. Then she can’t be pissed at you for sneaking into her private stuff. I’m an adult, so I can handle it. You’re her daughter. That entire situation changes how she would accept the fact we know about it.”

“So you’re gonna tell her everything, like what happened that first time with Phyllis?”

“Yes. And telling her I know about her secret will help make it easier for her to accept what I tell her. I plan to make her understand that you would LOVE for her to join us.”

“But why can’t I tell her that?” Lexi asked.

“You will, but only after I ease her into the idea. Believe me, it will be a lot better than you stepping into the shower and more or less raping her.”

Lexi sighed. She wanted to do it her way, but she’d learned that Candace usually saw the problems in her ideas, and she’d found out the hard way more than once that Candace was usually right about stuff like that.

“Okay. We’ll do it your way,” Lexi said. “Now, you wanna hear about my new friend and her older sister and her mom?”

Candace looked at Lexi, who obviously had a sexy story to tell. “What?”

“I met this girl at the toy store in the mall the other day, and we got to talking about Barbies, and that led to talking about sex, and that–”

“Wait a second. How did talking about Barbies lead to talking about sex?”

Lexi gave Candace a look that said, ‘come on, think.’ Candace thought about it and asked, “Oh, so you two started talking about the sex stuff you do with Barbies?”

“Yes. Now, don’t interrupt me. We started talking about sex and she invited me to her place to ‘play with her Barbies’ and her meaning was clear. So when we got to her house, we got online and started looking at Pornhub and then she started this lesbian video and that led to us messing around, which of course was what we’d both been planning all along. So then, Becky’s–that’s my new friend–Becky’s sister, who’s like sixteen or so, comes in the room and we all three start doing it together. Well, then Becky’s mom comes in and then she joins in and we all have sex.”

“You met a girl your age who has sex with her older sister and mom?”

“Yep. Cool, huh?”

“I’ll say. Where do they live?”

“It’s over on Poplar Drive. I bet they’d like to meet you. I told them about us, and they really looked interested in getting together.”

“You told them we have sex?”

“Yeah, but then they do too, so there’s no problem. Becky wants to spend the night the next time I get to stay at your place.”

“She wants to have sex with me?” Candace couldn’t believe her luck. It had never occurred to her that her little niece could get more sex partners for them.

“Yeah, and I think Tanya and Callie do, too.”

“Tanya and Callie are Becky’s mom and sister?”

“Yeah. Tanya’s Becky’s sister.”

“I think that would be great. Maybe your mom would want to invite them all over one night for fun. Who knows? It’s worth a try, isn’t it?”

Lexi grinned at her aunt.

They got dressed and kept talking about various things, waiting for Pauline to get home. They had just started kissing again when Lexi’s mom got home. They heard the door open and close, and Pauline’s voice called, “Candace? Lexi? Where are you?”

“We’re in here,” Candace called, then rose from where she was sitting on the bed, but not until she hid the DVD’s under a pillow.

Stepping to the door, Candace opened it and greeted Pauline, who looked suspiciously at Candace and her daughter, as if wondering what might have gone on behind the closed door.

“Hey,” Pauline said, her nervous smile greeting them. “What’s going on in here?”

“We were just talking,” Candace answered. “And that reminds me that there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“Oh? What?” Pauline said.

“Let’s go in your bedroom. It’s more private.”

As they entered the bedroom, Candace saw that the drawer with the vibrators in it was open. Pauline stopped in her tracks, indicating she saw it too.

Candace looked at her older sister, whose blush displayed both anger and embarrassment.

“What the–? Have you been in my drawer?” She walked to the table and peered inside. Her face registered she could tell what was no longer inside. She glared at Candace.

“You have no right going into my private property!”

“Yes, well,” Candace began, “since I did and I know everything about you and your secret, I think we should talk.”

Pauline stared at her younger sister, a frown creasing her brow and the hot flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

“Here. Let’s sit on the bed,” Candace said, and Pauline sat, allowing her weight to fall onto the bed as if her legs would no longer hold her up.

“Are you going to have me arrested?” Pauline asked.

“Why would I do that?” said Candace, truly confused.

“Because. Possessing movies like that is illegal.”

“Of course I’m not going to have you arrested,” Candace said. “In fact, I think it’s time for confessions to be shared.” Her smile was the first clue to Pauline that perhaps Candace had something much more acceptable than jail in mind for her older sister.

Continue on to Chapter 19!

Revolutionettes, Chapter 18

  • Posted on May 6, 2018 at 9:47 am

By Amanda

Neither Sandra nor I had drunk so much that we felt unwell the next morning. I led my love down the stairs and into the dining room, and over the next hour the rest of the women found their way there for breakfast. It was all quite informal.

Many of my guests were suffering from the night before, and I knew Josette’s remedy was nearly useless. However, Charity offered to make something to help them all, and her remedy was both fast and effective.

By noon everyone was cheery and ready for the final night of the party. I toured the house, making small talk as I did, finally stopping when I found the Madame Le Granade sitting in my library reading.

“Madame,” I said as I entered.

She marked her page and closed the book. “Hardly matters if I keep my place,” she said, looking at the tome. “Force of habit really.”

“I’ll leave it as an open invitation for your return,” I offered. Annabelle smiled at me.

“I wanted to thank you for greeting Charity.”

“The Negress?” she shrugged. “What’s the use of having all this influence if I can’t do something noble once in a while.”

Annabelle invited me to sit next to her, and I did.

“I once believed in slavery, and remaining loyal to the Crown,” she said. “I looked down on the common people, the poor, the Negros, the Orientals. I thought them all beneath me. Then, after the Revolution, I occasioned to speak with people other than just those of my own class and station. I found them charming in their determination and diligence. In the time since the Revolution I have come to believe that there is no one truly beneath me, only those less fortunate. I have seen people of standing lose their wealth, their homes, everything they had, and come to realize that it is only through chance or by the grace of God that I have held onto mine.”

“Words of wisdom,” I said with a smile.

“And I learned too late in life, I fear, to undo those things I’ve done that I now would consider immoral. At my age, you are keenly aware that the grave is ever approaching. It makes you look back on your life with different eyes. You are fortunate indeed that you had such wisdom so young.”

“I was orphaned. I dare say it is only the greatest fortune that I did not live my life as a simple maid, and in time a poor wife. Were it not for me meeting one particular girl, who was living in the home of a good man, my fate might have been… I shudder to think.”

“There but for the grace of God…” Annabelle repeated quietly.

“You believe in God?” I asked.

“I am a very bad Catholic. Which is no surprise, I was born here in Paris after all. I don’t know if I believe in everything the Church teaches, but I do think there is a deity.  Don’t you?”

“Not really,” I answered bluntly. “But don’t you worry about judgement?”

“‘Course I do, girl,” she laughed. “If the priests are right, I’ll be damned. I’ve not gone to confession in twenty years, and have committed such sins with women and girls that if I confessed them I would be excommunicated. But I don’t truly believe in damnation. It seems too cruel for a God who is supposed to love us so very much.”

“I suppose it’s the doctrine of hell that made me stop believing,” I said.

“Not to worry. We’ll likely cross paths in hell, if there is such a thing, and we can debate it there,” she quipped.

I couldn’t help laughing. Annabelle was stern and distant most of the time. She exuded an air of nobility in her normal comings and goings. But I, and perhaps a few others, were privileged once in a while to see a lighter side of her. For me, it was when she and I were alone as we were now.

“I have come to develop a great fondness for you, Elizabeth Jordan,” she said. “Were I thirty years younger, I’d give that pretty little maid you’ve taken up with a fight she would not soon forget.”

“What about the pretty maid you keep?”

“No, she is much too young. And to be honest, I do not even know if she is of like mind to us,” Annabelle replied.

After a moment’s pause, I said, “I have a question I’ve not found an answer to for years.”

Annabelle raised her eyebrow. “Do tell.”

“What is the word for women like us? We say ‘of like mind’, and I call us tom boys and ladies, but do we have a proper word?”

“The English call us Sapphists, I think. I have read of women like us being known as Tribades and Lesbians, the latter being a reference, I believe, to Sappho’s place of origin.”

“I have heard of Sappho,” I said. “So, there have been women like us since ancient times?”

“I’m certain of it,” Annabelle nodded.

“But what is it that makes us like this?” I asked.

She seemed to contemplate the question a time, then said, “There are those who say we suffer some madness, and others who see it as willful wickedness. But I prefer to think we were created this way for some purpose… though in all my years, I’ve not been able to imagine what that might be.”

“If that were true, it would seem that for some of us the purpose is to be damned to a life of permanent melancholy.”

“Well, at least you alleviated that for some of us,” Annabelle said with a smile. “Now, I think you’ve entertained this old crone far too long. Go and mingle with your guests before you’re missed.”

Taking her advice, I set about spending time with as many of the other women as I could find. I kept Sandra on my arm. I do not know how many people knew of my arrangement with the girl, but I wanted to be near her as much as I could for fear that I might never see her again after this party.

Eventually we found ourselves in the courtyard where Josephine and Penelope were flirting in a corner.

“Mistress,” Sandra said as we approached them.

Josephine turned toward us. “Aren’t we cozy,” she teased. “You make a lovely couple.” She pulled Penelope close to her. “This little girl tells me she’s a virgin,” Josephine grinned.

“Does she?” I said, trying to contain my mirth.

“Oh, that it were true,” Josephine laughed. She looked at Penelope. “Come, child, you do have the look of experience.”

“Is it my age?” Penelope asked. “Do I seem too old to be a virgin?” Then she sighed, “I don’t know why I bother. It’s not as if anyone would pass up the chance to bed me.”

“Indeed,” Josephine agreed. “And since you broached the subject…”

“Penelope,” I interjected, “perhaps this once you should resist your baser urges. I’ve no doubt someone else would be happy to indulge you.”

“Nonsense, darling,” Josephine protested. “Come now, even I can behave myself once in a while.” She tightened her grip on the girl. “I promise I won’t break her. Now if you will excuse us.” She began walking away with Penelope, then stopped before Sandra, looking her in the eye.

“Sandra, dear, would you like to join us?” Josephine was teasing me.

“I mustn’t, mistress,” Sandra curtseyed.

“That’s not a no.” I told Sandra. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. “I’ll not stop you.”

I pulled her close for a moment. “Would it be easier if I ordered you to go with them?” I asked.

Sandra was silent for what seemed quite a time before she curtseyed low. “I’m sorry, miss, I’m truly sorry. It is not for me to indulge myself.”

“Then allow me.” I pushed her toward Josephine hard enough that my former mistress had to catch her. Sandra couldn’t bring herself to state what she wanted, but to me it was obvious enough.

I watched the three of them return to the house. If Sandra chose to stay with me, then this would be the last time she would ever be able to make love to her mistress.

Back inside, I caught up to Catherine and somehow coaxed her up to my room. There I lay on my bed. She was watching me with a knowing smile, but it certainly did not seem like she was tempted.

“Alice says that I probably will never see her again,” I began. I patted the bed next to me and with a chuckle Catherine came and sat down. “Do you think you’ll ever return to France?” I asked.

“Of course not. Eliza and Alice have a daughter, as do I. I can hardly believe that we were able to be here at all. Besides, a ship really is no place for a woman. It would please me to never again have to set foot upon one.” She sighed, “Come along, dear, we should go back to the parlor.”

I reached out and stroked her arm. “Catherine, in all these years the only thing I’ve regretted is you not having me.”

“I, it’s, you’re like a daughter,” she said. “It isn’t that you aren’t beautiful or tempting, but… I don’t think I could.”

“Kiss me,” I begged. “Touch me, and if you still don’t think you can, then I’ll accept it.”

I sat up and drew close to her. I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed, perhaps more passionately than we ever had before. I took her hand and placed it on my breast, giving her permission to undress me.

Catherine pushed me down to the bed and opened my dress. She caressed my bare flesh, causing me to shudder. I could feel the blood rushing to my sex and the tingle in my belly.

She took my nipple in her mouth and suckled gently. Catherine pushed my dress the rest of the way open until I lay fully naked before her. She ran her hand along my flanks, and I couldn’t help but draw a deep breath and smile up at her.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” I whispered.

Catherine’s fingers played in circles on my belly. I was trembling at her touch. I reached out to began undoing the buttons of her shirt, but she stopped me. I lay back down and she removed her shirt, then her breeches.

“Are you pleased?” she asked me.

I had never seen her completely naked. She had seen me in various states of undress many times, but this was the first time I’d ever seen Catherine undressed.

“I am.”

She leaned down and kissed me while running her hand over my mound and into my soft pubic hair. Her hand had only just folded down to brush against my sex when she stopped and sat back, covering her face.

“Oh god Liz, I’m sorry,” she said. “I may be many things, dear girl, but you truly are my first daughter and I cannot do this.”

I sat up. “Catherine, look at me. I’m a woman. I know I’m still comely, and I’m ready for you.” As I said this, I took her hand and guided it back between my thighs.

“See for yourself how ready.” I pressed her fingers into my folds and let her feel my wetness.

“Oh Liz, you tempt me, but this is wrong.” Again she tried to pull away, but I would not let her.

“Is it?” I said, before finally letting go of her hand. “Then go.”

She did not move.

“Catherine, I want this. I’ve always wanted this.”

She looked into my eyes for some time. She seemed unsure, something I was not accustomed to seeing in her.

”I’m so sorry Liz,” she finally said. She stood and begin to dress. I sighed and began putting my underclothing back on, but I decided I’d not bother with trying to get back into my dress.

“I do love you, child, but not like this.” She smiled at me. “I’m a lech, but not a cad.” She pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “You are the one pure love I’ve ever had. To me you’ll always be that untainted wide-eyed girl I first met in my tavern. Let me keep that… stay my daughter, Liz.”

Disappointed, I agreed, and we returned to the party with me on her arm. I did not care that all the women there would assume she’d taken me. I rather liked the idea to be honest.

“Be still my heart.” Josephine’s voice came from the main stair.

Catherine and I turned to see her coming down with Penelope and Sandra in tow. I held my hand out and Sandra hurried to me. I pulled her close and kissed her.

“Two of my favorite girls together,” said Josephine. “Was she all I remember, Catherine?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Catherine responded.

“No!” Josephine gasped. “Are you losing your touch?”

“I’m afraid that I would be the one losing my touch,” I admitted. Josephine gave me a confused look. “It’s true, mistress.”

“What is the world coming to?” she laughed. “Well, all the same.” She waved her hand. “Is dinner soon?”

“In about an hour,” I told her.

I had told everyone that there would be a show that night. During dinner the women speculated wildly about what it might be, but I and my co-conspirators would not reveal anything.

When the meal was done, we retired to the parlor and drank absinthe. Josephine provided us with the hemp she smoked, and we passed the next few hours quite dazed and drunk. At last the clock struck ten, and I led the ladies to my second floor where I had laid out pillows much as I had done the year before.

Once everyone was gathered, Annette entered and stood before the makeshift bed. I departed and found Virginia waiting below at the foot of the stair in her nun’s habit.

“Keep the coif and veil on,” I instructed.

She looked nervous but nodded.

“Will you be alright?” I asked.

“Yes, I will.”

She drew a deep breath, and we ascended the stair and entered my second floor ball room, as it were.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” I began as we stepped into view.

All of the women turned to us. Many appeared quite shocked seeing Virginia dressed in a habit.

“Tonight, our lovely Virginia, a virtuous nun” — there were titters of laughter — “will be violated before your very eyes.”

I led her over to Annette.

“Mind you, my friends,” I said, “this is no costume. This girl you see before you is indeed truly a nun, having taken her vows and committed her life to the church.”

“It’s true,” Virginia affirmed. Several women seemed taken aback.

I handed the girl to Annette who began kissing her. They lowered slowly down onto the pillows, caressing one another and kissing as they did.

First Virginia removed her lover’s dress, and soon after Annette began removing the nun’s habit, but Virginia was careful not to allow her headdress or crucifix to be taken off. Beneath she wore black stockings and garters, but nothing else, and these Annette left in place.

“Come, my child,” Virginia urged, in a stage whisper. “Show your devotion to the blessed virgin.”

Several women gasped at this.

Virginia pulled Annette to her breast, and her lover kissed and suckled, moving ever downward until at last she had reached the nun’s spread legs. Annette hesitated a moment before nearly falling forward and lapping at her sex. Virginia moaned and rocked her hips. She ran her fingers through Annette’s hair as the woman drove her fingers deep inside the girl.

The coif was nearly dislodged from Virginia’s head when she threw it back and cried out in ecstasy. Annette held her firmly, suckling her clitoris while the nun convulsed.

Virginia fell back onto the pillows, trying to catch her breath. Annette gently adjusted her head covering, then coaxed her to sit up. She kissed the girl, and they reclined, threading their legs together, each pressing her sex against that of the other. I’d never seen such a thing and was quite fascinated. They were moving in concert with one another, moaning as they did. They moved faster and faster, grunting and gasping until at last Annette and then Virginia each had reached climax.

They lay a time, recovering and caressing, before Virginia rose to her knees and crossed herself. “May the Lord bless and keep you,” she intoned.

This was almost too much for the ladies and they began cheering wildly.

I was quite pleased with it all. I called for Josette and had her escort my guests back to the parlor and provide them with champagne.

Myself, Annette, and Virginia lagged behind, waiting to make a grand entrance. Annette put on her underclothing, while Virginia remained only in her coif and veil.

“Thank you,” I said to them.

“All too happy to be a part of it,” Virginia laughed.

“Shall we meet your audience?” I asked, and they nodded their heads.

We made our way to the parlor where I announced them again to the cheers of my guests. “A toast to my lovely friends,” I said, “who entertained us so generously.”

The women raised their glasses and we drank. I began blowing out candles, not all of them but enough that the room was soon filled with shadow.

I found Sandra and took her to my side, then said to my guests, “I thank you all for coming, ladies. I hope you are all highly excited by the scandal and bawdiness of my party. Please, take your lover in your arms and enjoy this last night we have together.”

To encourage them, I pulled Sandra close and kissed her deeply. She sighed in my arms and almost seemed to melt into me. I wasted no time in removing her dress and then my own underclothes. We lay upon the floor kissing as we did.

Around us, women began to embrace one another. Unlike my first party, it took very little persuading to get them all undressed and making love.

“I wonder,” I said to Sandra as we lay gently caressing, “if this will be our last night together…”

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply when I spoke. It was no answer, no real hint, but I preferred not to think about the future at that moment.

Sandra reached between my thighs and pushed her fingers into my sex. “Use me for your pleasure, mistress,” she said, and then she was once again whispering her nearly incoherent mantras as she passionately kissed my body and worked to excite my loins.

When her mouth covered my sex and she drove her tongue between my folds I shuddered. Sandra was an expert lover in every sense. As she lapped at me and suckled my most sensitive places, she hummed a lullaby. The reverberations of it sent waves of pleasure through my body. She had never done anything like this before, and the ecstasy of it robbed me of any strength.

Without thinking about it I had raised my knees and was rocking with her tender attentions. The fire of my climax built within my belly and burst from me in shattering waves, and all the while Sandra continued her humming.

When I was fully spent, Sandra crawled to lay beside me. “Penelope taught me that,” she explained. “I’d no notion such a thing could be done.”

I returned the devilish kiss, humming the very same lullaby as she. As I did, Sandra moaned and writhed such that I had to wrap my arms about her thighs to maintain my hold on her. In a sudden movement she curled forward taking my head in her hands, and then fell back arching herself and nearly screaming. I’d never seen her react so. Then, to my utter shock my chin was dowsed in moisture.

With Sandra catching her breath I moved to lay behind her, spooning. Around us some of the women still made love, while others had long since sated one another. In time they all began to retire, and with that Sandra and I sought the privacy of our room.

In bed we pulled close to one another. She lay her head against my breast and I held her, stroking her back as I stared at the ceiling above. “Reste avec moi… mon cher.”

“Forever yours,” she murmured. I only understood part of what she’d said. She was very sleepy, and I was not certain she was even aware of what she was saying. I did not even want to dare the hope, for fear it would be dashed.

When morning came, I served my guests breakfast. Afterward I found myself bidding farewell to them in turn. Among the last to leave was the Madame. I had a driver prepared to take Josephine, Catherine, Eliza, and Alice to their hotel. They had booked a return passage on the same ship they’d arrived on, and it would take them days to get back to it.

Eliza and Alice were the first to say their goodbyes. Alice and I wept in each other’s arms. I wished I could promise her I would find my way back to the United States, but I knew that such a thing was almost impossible. And of course I knew that they would never return here.

They were followed by Catherine. There was no end of tears as we were both certain that this would be our final goodbye. I held Catherine such a long time, not wanting her to go. She was my oldest, dearest, most beloved friend. As I stood holding her, enjoying the matronly embrace, I realized that I was relieved we had not made love. She was a mother to me, and that is how it always should be.

At long last I managed to bring myself to let her go. When we stepped apart, Sandra took my arm and pulled close to me. She was trembling, and I think perhaps I might have been too.

Josephine then stood before us, smiling. “Well, Liz, there is only the matter of Sandra.”

I nodded my head.

“Come along, girl, it is time to go,” Josephine ordered. “I think you’ve shamed me enough.”

Sandra released my arm and I felt my knees go weak. She approached Josephine, her head bowed. Her steps were hesitant and once she reached her mistress she fell to her knees, taking the hem of Josephine’s dress in her hands.

“Forgive me, mistress,” she sobbed. “Please forgive me.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks. For everything else, for all my love, she was Josephine’s. The chains binding her would never be broken.

Josephine knelt down and pulled the girl to her. They whispered a moment before Josephine stood, tugging her dress from Sandra’s hands.

“Rise,” she ordered and Sandra obeyed. Josephine then approached me, her smile not fading. She came so close I found myself fighting not to shrink from her. My former mistress looked me over, studying my face. After a moment, she stepped back and took Sandra’s arm, pulling her close.

“Sandra, tell her your decision.”


 

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I am not an extraordinary woman, but I have had an extraordinary life, mostly due to much good fortune being heaped upon me, and a helping of gall that served me well more often than not.

My life continued on like this for many years. I saw many old and new faces in my tavern and held my yearly parties, always striving to make each one more awful than the year before. Of course, it was all in fun. My parties were meant to allow us to run wild and unrestrained. To let us have for those three days the freedom we never had in the outside world, and the debauchery we engaged in was meant to draw that out.

But as the years go by, one finds she attends more funerals than parties and that too much correspondence arrives in black-edged envelopes. The first was Annabelle La Granade, who passed two years after Sandra made her decision. She was attended by only her family and myself, as she had specifically called for me. In accordance with her wishes, her son continued to supply my tavern, though not at the prices his mother had given me.

Six years later, Catherine died of tuberculosis. Her daughter later married and is raising two sons I hear. Her daughter kept Charity in the home they had shared, and cared for her for the last four years of the former slave’s life. From all accounts, Elizabeth had loved Charity as a second mother. Though I must assume she had no idea of what their true relationship had been.

Virginia was, as she had predicted, found out by the Church, and I kept my promise to her. She worked in my tavern and lived in the house above for many years before I simply gave it all to her. She and Annette remain as close as ever to this day, though Annette’s health is failing and age is taking its toll as well on the former nun.

On occasion I still visit the Velvet Pony. It is more for nostalgia’s sake than anything else. The faces have all changed, but the old tavern remains a meeting place for women seeking one another’s company. I hear tell of salons and cafes which cater only to our kind, and have even visited one such place. I once believed women like us were an exceedingly rare breed. In my later years, though, I have come to think that perhaps we are not so rare as I’d previously thought.

Some years ago, Josephine took in a young girl of seventeen who had run away to escape marriage. Sadly for us all, her father found the girl and exposed Josephine. A male relative, one Marcus Wellerby, used the opportunity to steal Josephine’s wealth and have her committed to an asylum where she would spend the last eight years of her life.

As I have said, many of my friends have been taken from me. For some I know their fate, for others I do not. Josephine, however, is the only woman I know who was placed in an asylum after being discovered. Though I hear rumors of others, I have never confirmed any of them. I think the only reason her fate was so unthinkable was the extremity with which she lived. Had she and the girl simply been sweethearts, I do not think the results would have been so bad. After all, I think the father might not have imagined what was really happening. But he must have discovered something awful, because Josephine’s exploits became known. He did not simply take his daughter back, he exposed Josephine and publicly shamed her. A mistake for him, I suppose, as his name and his daughter’s were printed and his family humiliated. He lost his business, and from what I hear the daughter soon took her own life.

I traveled to New York to try and secure Josephine’s release, but failed to do so. I begged Mr. Wellerby to retrieve her and turn her over to me, but he was a beastly man, devoid of any compassion or kindness. I went so far as to offer a bribe, but I simply hadn’t enough money to interest him.

I am ashamed to admit that I even offered my body. I told him that just like Josephine I desired only women, and that men’s hands had never touched me. I told him that if he brought her to me, he would be the first. I would stay a month with him, and in that time he could do with me whatever pleased him.

I find it a source of embarrassment to admit to such a thing, and more so that he declined. Of course, I would never have upheld my end of the bargain, but I also knew that no matter what I could not have escaped unsoiled by his touch.

I do not know what animosity he held for her, but I believe the man truly hated Josephine and wanted to hurt her. Perhaps the only solace I could take is that Josephine was well cared for in the asylum, and her accommodations were the best one could hope for under such circumstances.

I found Temperance still serving in that house, and took the girl back to Paris with me. She said nothing of the man who’d taken her mistress from her. In truth, when I asked of him she would shrink and tremble. I take that as proof enough that he abused her.

In all the years I’ve known her since, she never spoke of her time with him, and seeing the distress it caused her, I never pressed. But from time to time I reminded her that should she ever wish it, I would hear her story.

She serves as a maid in my home to this day. However, I fear she will mourn the loss of her mistress to her grave. I do not think I will ever really understand why those girls, Temperance and Sandra, so loved Josephine, but they did indeed love her. I suppose for my part I do not think Josephine was wicked or intentionally cruel. But I think she was not a good woman either. Whether she meant it that way or not, what she did amounted to wickedness and cruelty. I do not think she had ever given a thought to what would become of her maids if something happened to her.

After Josephine’s death, I received a trunk that contained her personal effects, and fourteen volumes of what I can only call her diaries. They proved a most fascinating and terrible read. They did not significantly change my opinion of her, but they did allow me to understand her better.

Eliza died five years ago, and dear Alice followed her to the grave a few months later, from a broken heart they say. I learned this when a guitar arrived for me at my home. I recognized it right away as the lyre-style guitar the girl had so often played. I hardly needed an explanation, though, as it came along with a black-edged envelope.

We had continued writing each other until just before she passed. A month after I had received the guitar, a letter arrived. I recognized Alice’s hand on the envelope and when I opened the letter it read only, ‘I’m so alone.’ It must have been delayed or perhaps found and sent on once she was gone, but seeing it after knowing she was dead sent a chill down my spine.

Angelique and Jezebel lived for years in Paris, but they left some time ago and I have no idea where they are now or if they are even still alive. My last meeting with them, however, found them deliriously happy together and I should hope that they have remained that way.

Monique disappeared with a Dutch girl. I have heard conflicting rumors about her perhaps living in Amsterdam, but no one seems to know anything for certain. It is a necessity that we keep our secrets. But this also often means that dear friends or lovers may be lost forever. Even posing as widows or spinsters we were subject to men and their whims. And we mustn’t risk discovery no matter the cost. Josephine is proof enough of that, I think.

I ferried slaves out of the south for years. Catherine’s daughter, Elizabeth, continued her mother’s efforts with the blessing of her husband. But in time I was no longer able to keep up with the many demands of such a pursuit while also trying to appear as a legitimate shipping company. Finally I sold my ships to Elizabeth and now live in retirement from the wealth I was able to build over my life. I am proud that I was a part of the early abolitionist movement, even at such a distance. I may never see it, but I do hope a day will come that sees no slavery anywhere in the world.

I have no heir. All my worldly goods will belong to France when I die. Save, that is, what I have hidden away for Temperance and Josette. It should be enough for them to live a comfortable enough life on. It is my hope that they will remain at one another’s side. I do not think they were ever lovers, but they have always been close.

Neither Sandra nor Josephine told me what they whispered to each other that day in my entry hall. But in the end, Sandra chose to remain with me. We lived together, in love, never leaving one another’s side for twenty-six years, until two years ago when I lay my beloved Sandra to rest. Some nights the emptiness of my bed denies me even the slightest hint of sleep. I did not know I could love someone so deeply, nor miss them so dearly as I do Sandra.

In the years after she left her mistress, she slowly began to shed her chains. Sandra would always remain submissive to me, but she would, in time, stop calling me miss or mistress. And submissive though she was, she learned to speak her mind, and to make known her will in matters. I think men expect we women to be submissive. And having had such a woman at my side I understand the appeal. But as Sandra slowly began to act as my equal, I was much happier. I cared for her happiness greatly, so fulfilling it became much easier and more complete as she learned to express her wants and wishes.

When she died, her hand was in mine and our closest friends stood watch with me. Much as Maddy had, she died peacefully in her sleep. Her last words to me were simply, ‘Thank you, Liz.’ I like to believe she meant for taking her from Josephine, but her true intent I suppose I will never know.

Sandra had left instructions that she wished to be buried in her uniform, a uniform that had hung in my wardrobe for twenty years unused. It was worn and threadbare, but thanks to my skills with needle and thread I made it presentable for a funeral. As I worked on it, I found in a pocket three copper coins which I did not immediately recognize as pennies from the United States. They were old and seemed to have been worried over so much that most of the markings were missing. I nearly tossed them out when it occurred to me that she surely had carried them for a very long time. Thus I decided I would return them to the pocket so she could be interred with them.

I have left out much of my story. Nearly all of the troubles I faced in my life I have said nothing of. But troubles were many. I’ve seen so many dear friends snatched away. Forced to marry, or being married and discovered by their husbands, then made prisoners in their homes. Penelope was discovered by a husband we did not know she had, and beaten so badly that she nearly died. He then threw her out onto the streets and whatever has become of her I do not know. What I do know, I only know because after it happened she stayed with me three months. Then one morning I awoke to find that she and several expensive gold trinkets had gone missing in the night. She was a desperate girl with no prospects. I do not begrudge her the theft, and would consider it worth the small loss just to know if she was well. I suppose I hope most that she did not end up in a brothel. Even another husband would be better than that.

Out of respect for the families of those women I have known, I have in this telling used false names or forgone surnames. My own name is not what I have called it, because I am known in Paris, and my servants and associates would suffer shame if I were exposed. Only Josephine’s name is unchanged, as her exploits were known, and if it brings more shame on the man who committed her that this be known, then all the better.

I do not care about my fortune, nor if my name goes down in history. But what I do wish is for these pages to find their way into the hands of other Sapphists, or Lesbians, or whatever it is we are called. I want them to know what we did here so that we will never be forgotten. So that, though small it may be, it will be seen that we did leave our mark on history. That even beneath the boot heel of men, we found some happiness.

Fin

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JUICY SECRETS!

  • Posted on May 4, 2018 at 8:52 am

Hello, Readers! The following are two blog posts by Cheryl and JetBoy, two of the founding admins of Juicy Secrets. Hopefully, Naughty Mommy will return to us soon! In the meantime, take a moment to celebrate with us by reading our blogs and commenting below!

Another Year of Juicy Secrets!

By: Cheryl Taggert

Well, dear readers, it’s been yet another year for Juicy Secrets! Naughty Mommy, JetBoy, and I opened this site to the public on May 4, 2015. This is our third birthday! While our private lives have had their share of problems, Juicy Secrets has continued with nary a hiccup, other than a few times when the admins were unable to log on for technical reasons. To say we are proud of our endeavor would be a monumental understatement.

The wonderful story, “Girls Loving Girls” by Candy Kane, was posted yesterday. This makes the 1,318th post of a chapter, stand-alone story, or Anonymous panel we have shared here over the past three years. As of this writing, there are 10,689 comments posted by you and the admins. Since our inception, we have added the Archive for both the Lesbian Lolita site and others, including stories long thought lost from the “Sisters-in-love” website. We have created tabs on the main page for Guest Authors and a Reader’s Forum. And we have added quite a few links to other websites like ours on the main page.

I’ve no idea how many words we have posted in all the stories, but if the average post had 1,000 words (the average is MUCH higher!), that would be 1,318,000 words. Since that average is probably around 3,000 words, just triple that number for a CONSERVATIVE estimate. That’s about four million words. Not bad for three years of work. Since I doubt anyone here has read everything we have to offer, that means there is plenty for you to read, and we are posting new chapters and stories every week.

We hope you have enjoyed reading our stories at Juicy Secrets. We like to think of ourselves as the best website for lesbian-themed erotica on the internet. Unlike most other websites like ours, we don’t post everything submitted. We are rather choosy, so when you read a story here, you are reading quality erotica. As I have said before, we don’t post “wankers”–stories just long enough to allow the author to get off. We turn down at least as many stories as we accept. You are the beneficiaries of our desire to bring only the best to you.

Thank you for being our fans. Thank you for taking the time to read. And mostly, thank you for showing your appreciation with your comments. Along with the other authors here, we appreciate and value each response to our work.

 

Three is the Magic Number!

by JetBoy

Wow, our third birthday. Bust out the confetti, hand out the paper hats, and crack open a jeroboam of bubbly!

When Naughty Mommy, Cheryl and I began to work out the details of our crazy dream to establish a website of edgy lesbian fiction, we had plenty of high hopes, but not a clue of how our little scheme would fare over the long haul. First, not one of us had ever set up or run a site of our own. Then, could we come up with enough stories between us to build up a decent library — and might there be other erotic authors of a similar bent out there, willing to offer us new works to post? We envisioned the possibility that the morality cops of the internet might shut our site down the moment we got started, especially since we intended to couple visual images with our stories. Finally, who knew if there was much of an audience for what we had to offer in the first place? Those of us who care about such things had seen several good erotic fiction sites dwindle into silence, often due to lack of interest. Besides, Leslita was still there and posting new stories on a regular basis — was there even room for another site that covered similar ground?

Fast forward to now, and this little celebration of our third anniversary. More than a thousand days after its opening, Juicy Secrets has exceeded our wildest fantasies of what we hoped to achieve, as the statistics in Cheryl’s tribute up above make abundantly clear.

It’s been a tougher year for the site founders than the two previous ones, but not enough to knock us out of the box — we’re soldiering on to keep Juicy Secrets up to the high standard we set for it from the first. What’s made that possible are the helping hands of Amanda Lynn and PoppaBear, our two recent additions to the JS team. They’ve both done a superlative job at helping keep this site going, and deserve infinite thanks.

Juicy Secrets is, we think, the best lesbian fiction site on the internet by a considerable margin. Granted, there’s not a lot of competition for the title, but we’re filled with pride nonetheless. Chalk it up to hard work, sheer cussedness, our deep, abiding love for what we do, and a stroke of luck in having the right people on board to make it work. Oh, and let us not forget the crucial part that makes it all worthwhile: beloved readers like you. This website would be a wasteland without the love and enthusiasm you bring to it — and for that, our gratitude is forever yours.

Okay, that’s enough navel-gazing to hold us for another year. Now slip out of those confining garments and go read a story!