Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by JT Ozman

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in November 2005 }

My name is unimportant, but for the purpose of this telling, I’ll call myself Gina. The story I’m about to tell is important, though.

What has happened, what I’ve done, I can no longer keep hidden from myself if not to everyone else. I’m in my low thirties with long, almost platinum blond hair, attractive, female and a lesbian. I’m what most would call a lipstick lesbian. I’m feminine in all ways except for my attraction to women. Young women in general, young girls now in particular.

Usually, I confine my sexual hunting grounds to what would be socially acceptable locations. Nightclubs, bars on occasion, and social gatherings at the homes of friends with like-minded tastes. However, this one time I’m going to tell you about was different… and while the world as a whole might condemn me for it, I can’t lie and say that I wouldn’t do it again. If that means I’ll burn in hell, then bring on the gasoline and matches.

I am a former gymnast of Olympic ability, but on the way to the Olympics, a pulled hamstring right before team qualification sidelined me for good. It was the last chance for me to compete in that world gathering and it passed me by. I was good, very good. Good enough now to train young girl gymnasts in their climb to greatness.

One young girl in particular — and her name is Tanya.

Just the thought of her makes my heart race and my blood flush through my body, especially to my sex. It will be difficult to write this down without masturbating several times throughout the telling.

Tanya showed amazing grace and ability, and the power in her small frame was stupendous. The height that she would attain in the floor exercises was a wonder to behold. Her dismounts from the parallel bars were spectacular and she rarely missed sticking a landing. She was utterly fearless on the balance beam, her routine leaving me breathless. But her gymnastic skills were not the true reason for the quickening of my heartbeat whenever I saw her.

The first time I encountered Tanya, she had just finished her routine on the parallel bars and was walking away to speak with one of the team coaches. She was wearing a black leotard spotted with the white chalk that had rubbed off the bars. It was the chalk that drew my eyes to the mound of her pubis, making it even more pronounced to the view. She glanced down and casually brushed the chalk away… and my body twitched ever so slightly. She turned away from me and I could see that the material of her outfit had crept into the cleft of her bottom, revealing a little more of her that would be normally seen. With a quick, practiced move, she slipped her thumbs into the leg openings and pulled the leotard free. I heard my name spoken and jumped. I had been gawking at this young girl and was oblivious to the world.

“Hey, Gina, where are you?” It was Rachel, the head of the gymnastics club.

I laughed, “Outer Mongolia!” She put an arm around my shoulder and guided me along as we walked.

“Well, get back soon, because I have some star talent that I want you to meet… and share your expertise with, I hope.”

There was no hidden meaning in the phrase. If Rachel had any idea of my sexual orientation, she never let it slip, and I did nothing to hint at it myself. Besides, that was exactly why I was here. To help train young gymnasts.

Rachel clapped her hands smartly as she approached her class. “Girls, I want you to meet Gina.”

Five girls turned as one, proud smiles on their faces as they acknowledged my presence. And there was Tanya. Her eyes were bright with gray irises set inside a heart shaped face. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She was the first to extend a hand in greeting and I hoped I didn’t appear too eager in taking it in mine. She was petite, as most of the girls in this sport were, with small, but noticeable breasts, and a beautiful compact body. It was right then, as I held her delicate hand, that I knew I wanted her. I would throw all caution aside to taste this delectable morsel.

I released her and my heart raced as her fingers slid away from mine. I quickly shook hands with all the other girls and introductions were made. Rachel lauded my abilities, warning them that I was an exacting taskmaster and would expect only their best efforts. And she was right. I worked up a sweat from those girls, as I think no other had before. They were eager, they hungered for a spot on an Olympic team and they did everything I asked of them. One of them more so than the others.

Tanya was constantly asking me questions about technique and how a particular move could be done more cleanly or precisely. I was happy to oblige her every request and assisted her in moves that would require placing my hands on her slender body. I was careful though and remained professional the entire time. I lusted for this child, but I am a committed trainer and business was the order of the day when business was required. There would be time, I told myself, and there would be opportunities.

As Mary Poppins said, “There is an element of fun, in every job to be done.” Or something to that effect, and this was no different except that the fun came unplanned and unexpected. I was observing Tanya on the balance beam while she was performing a simple pose, balancing on one foot while her leg extended behind her, the rest of her body forward, arms outstretched to the sides. She slipped and fell towards me. I’m still not sure if this was intentional or not, I never thought to ask, but I reached out to hold her up. She was too far along to stop and fell against me. In my effort to stop her, my hand slid down the inside of her leg to her crotch. It was warm and damp from her perspiration and my index finger pressed into the cleft of her sex.

I quickly pulled away and asked with a decidedly flustered sound in my voice if she was all right. Her face flushed as blood rushed to her cheeks. “Yes, yes I am,” she said breathlessly.

Several girls and coaches gathered around us and the team doctor did a quick examination of Tanya and pronounced her in good health. I breathed a sigh of release; I would have hated to see a young girl’s dream end in front of me. I placed my hands on her shoulders and asked again if she was all right. She said yes and quickly embraced me in a surprisingly strong hug. Her face pressed so firmly into one of my breasts that I thought for sure she could feel my nipple stiffen. Just as quickly she pulled away, smiling sweetly as she looked over her shoulder before entering the girls’ changing room.

The club had put me up in the local Holiday Inn, and as soon as I had locked my door I flopped back on the bed and began masturbating. I hadn’t even taken my running pants off, I was so inflamed! My fingers found the inflamed nubbin of the clitoris and went to work. It was stiff and felt more erect than ever. Who’d have thought a lesbian could be erect!

I saw Tanya and imagined her nude and glistening, her pale, creamy body against mine. As my fingers plunged into my slit, the squishing sounds of masturbation played counterpoint to the gentle creak of the motel bed.

And then I had my orgasm. God, it was beautiful, my body went stiff and then blessedly relaxed. I rolled on to my belly, fingers slowly plumbing my depths and realized I was whispering her name. “Tanya… Tanya… oh, sweet Tanya.”

I had to have her, to hold her, taste her, and have her taste me, have her slide her fingers into my cunt and fuck me silly! In place of her sweet quim I took my honey-coated fingers and without hesitation, slipped them into my mouth and imagined that it was her pussy I tasted. Before long my fevered mind brought my pussy to a boil and once again my hands massaged my sex into a gooey, glorious orgasmic mess before I drifted off to sleep.

The days went by without incident and the time I spent with these young girls would soon pass. I was impressed and proud of what we had accomplished in our short time together. Too short, I was sad to say. Tanya showed special promise that anyone could see, not just to my loving eyes, and we spent many professional moments together during the week.

It was torture for me to be so close to this delectable creature but I maintained my respectability amongst everyone. Oh, it’s not like I didn’t fantasize when she bent over at the waist and that cute little ass availed itself to me, and I could imagine those lovely thighs framing my ears. Or how she would react when I gently tweaked the nipples on her diminutive breasts.

I tried to devise ways for me to be alone with Tanya so I could seduce the child. The shower room offered possibilities but there were always others around. The image of Tanya’s body covered with soapy lather caused a twinge of delight between my legs whenever I pictured it.

It was coming to the end of my stay with the club. I was saddened, knowing I was to leave this wonderful collection of aspiring gymnasts, though I fully expected to see some of them in the upcoming summer Olympics. But of course, I was most saddened by the fact that I may never see my dear Tanya again or share the delights that females could enjoy together.

Then Providence struck.

I was scheduled to leave the day after tomorrow when Rachel asked a favor of me. She was to have given Tanya a private lesson the next day but had to go out of town to prepare for the next gymnastics meet and asked if I could take her place. Calmly, I replied that I wouldn’t mind at all. In my mind, though, I was screaming with delight!

“Are you okay?” Rachel asked, her face showing concern. I then realized that I needed to breathe!

I told Rachel I would be happy to help out. She gave me keys to the gym and explained how the alarm system worked and suggested that we keep the doors locked since we would be the only ones there in the morning. I listened very attentively and had her repeat everything twice. This was my opportunity and I was not about to let anything go wrong!

“Where do I pick her up?” I asked.

“Oh, her mom will bring her.” SHIT! Now, what am I going to do? “I hope you don’t mind watching her until we get back. Her mother is going with me tomorrow and her father won’t be coming home `till late in the day.”

My face flushed and grew heated with excitement. “No, not at all,” I croaked out.

“Are you feeling all right?” Rachel was really concerned now and almost insisted I see a doctor that day. Oh, I definitely would be seeing a doctor after tomorrow. For a sprained tongue and a sore clit, if things went as I wanted!

I arrived at the gym an hour earlier than Tanya was expected, to prepare my tender trap. The club gym had large storefront type windows so that passers-by could see the girls in action and encourage others to explore their possible talents. Fortunately, there were three back rooms for more private instruction so that a girl could practice without any distractions. These suited my purposes perfectly. I placed at least a dozen towels in each room to make cleaning up any sweat and… other secretions easy.

There was a knock on the door and I saw Tanya standing there, hair pulled back in her usual bun, eyes bright and a 10,000-watt smile.

My heart started racing and the blood flushed throughout my body. I was getting wet. I took a deep breath and forced down my feelings. It was like cornering a ferocious lion with a whip and chair that clawed towards the last shred of self-control within me. But I’ve used whips before, and not just the metaphorical type. The lioness would run free soon enough.

Her mother stood beside her, smiling and waving to me. I could see where Tanya inherited her pretty looks. She was gorgeous, about 33 or so with full lips and luscious curves. She was wearing stretch pants that defined her vulva, and a sweater that was filled with promises that would be passed on to her daughter. I quickly went to the door and let them both in.

“Hi, I’m Tanya’s mother, Elaine. It’s so nice to meet you. Tanya here constantly talks about how much you’ve taught her. Now if you could only help her with her school studies!”

“Mom!” cried Tanya, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Sorry,” She pecked a kiss on the girl’s cheek. “I love you, sweetie.”

“I love you too, Mom,” and Tanya hugged her mother before the woman turned to leave.

“Have fun, you two!” the woman cheerfully cried as she departed. Oh, God, I thought.

I saw Rachel in the car, along with a girl of about ten or so, and waved to her. She waved back, a smile on her face. Shortly after that the car left the parking lot and we were alone.

I turned to Tanya. “Who was that in the car with your mom and Rachel?”

“Oh, that was my little sister Joy. She’s eleven.”

“How old are you, by the way?”

“I’ll be fourteen next month!” she chirped.

“You’ll have to give me your address so I can send you a birthday card. Well, let’s get started, shall we?” I put a friendly arm around her shoulder and I felt her arm wrap around my waist.

We started with the balance beam, Tanya’s weakest event. She quickly removed her warm-up suit and I felt that lioness slash at my resolve. She was wearing an all white leotard and it glowed against her ivory skin.

As she went through her warm-up routine I watched her carefully. Her ass was marvelous, tight twin globes stretching the material of her outfit. I was treated to a tasty view as Tanya began stretching by slightly spreading her legs and touching her forehead to one of her knees. I gazed at the swath of cloth that ran between her legs, concealing the jewel of her sex.

When she finished, she turned and announced she was ready. So much beauty in her small, almost prepubescent body. The seam of her leg openings disappeared into the crease of her thighs and her pubic mound became even more pronounced. I wanted to ravish her right then and there!

As she went through her routine I was no longer appraising her movements in a professional way, but as a woman in heat. Several of her moves were slow and deliberate, such as where she would do a handstand and slowly spread her legs, and I thought I could see the material of her crotch dip into the slit of her sex.

She righted herself up and balanced on one leg as the other stretched out behind her. At that moment she wobbled and I quickly went to her side. It was the same situation as the first time when she fell but now I had a good hold of her with one hand under her chest and the other holding her under the thigh inches from her crotch. I felt her chest expand in a deep breath as did mine and the muscle of her leg tensed.

“Relax,” I said and she nodded. Her eyes closed and she smiled slightly. I released her and stepped back to watch her complete her routine. She dismounted with a twist in the air and stuck the landing, lifting both hands high over her head causing her chest to thrust forward. She wore no bra beneath her outfit, and her nipples were quite visible through the thin material.

Tanya skipped over to me and hugged me tightly, thanking me for my help. We discussed her routine and I made a few suggestions to improve her style before we went to the uneven parallel bars.

The top bar was too high for her to reach, so I lifted her at the waist and she began her routine. She was trying out a new technique and was having difficulty, so she asked me to show her how it was done.

I was wearing jeans and a sweater and said that it was an inappropriate outfit for gymnastics.

“Just do it in your underwear,” she giggled, “no one will see you!”

Who’s trying to seduce who? I thought. But who was I to prevent a young girl’s quest for excellence? I nonchalantly began disrobing until all I had on was a lacy white bra that did little to conceal my nipples and a pair of white string bikini panties.

“I feel a little exposed,” I said and gave a nervous laugh.

Tanya giggled. “It’s just us girls!” But she seemed to be very interested in my outfit, all the same.

I jumped up to reach the bar and began the routine. As I transitioned from the high bar to the low bar I realized that it required me to spread my legs wide and it had to reveal the dark wet spot in my panties. Would she notice? What would she think?

I would find out soon enough because the second time I did it, Tanya had positioned herself right in front of the low bar. I came at her, legs spread wide again as I grabbed the low bar and collided into her, my pussy into her tummy. My legs instinctively wrapped around her as I released the bar and fell backward, pulling her down with me. Tanya shrieked with shock and amusement and clung to me for dear life.

We lay together, laughing hysterically and embracing each other, my legs still crossed behind her back. When we finally stopped and took a breath I asked, “Why were you standing in my path? What were you thinking, Tanya?”

“This,” was all she said and she kissed me on the mouth, then pulled back to see my reaction.

“Tell me again,” I whispered, and she closed her eyes, drawing close to me.

This time our lips were parted, and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I reached up to cup her face as my tongue reciprocated.

This girl was knowledgeable. My hands roamed over the back of her body down to that tight little girl ass. As I fondled her butt, she responded with increased fervor, pressing her mound aggressively into mine. The juices flowed from my pussy, transforming my panties into a sponge. As we kissed I felt a small hand reach between my legs and begin to massage the wet material, forcing it up into my hole.

I had to get this child naked as soon as possible. I had her stand up as I knelt in front of her, and pressed my mouth against her mound.

Heat emanated through the material and I could smell the scent of her pussy. I opened my mouth and tongued her through the cloth. She gasped and placed her hands on my head, gently drawing me into her as she moved her hips forward. I nuzzled her mound, hands moving to fondle her ass while I glued my mouth to her soaked crotch. Tanya ground her vulva into my face, her breathing deep and passionate, sweet moans passing from her lips. I pressed my tongue hard into her, so much that I swear I could feel the tip of her clit.

Suddenly Tanya’s body began to shake and spasm as an orgasm raced through her body. Her legs went slack and she collapsed to the floor breathing hard, mouth agape. I ran a caressing hand over her body, gently touching her budding breasts, lightly stroking her tummy before resting it between her thighs. She looked so beautiful, a vision of innocence and vice laid out before me. But I needed to taste her pussy, to feel my tongue in her vagina.

I straddled her lithe form, grasping the collar of her outfit and began removing it, leaving Tanya in only her gym panties. My hands flowed over her chest teasing the tips of her breasts. Tanya closed her eyes and arched her back, a rapturous expression on her face.

“You like that?” I whispered into her ear and ran my tongue along the ridges before slipping it inside. She moaned and reached for one of my breasts, cupping it in her small hand, kneading the flesh, seeking out the hard nipple. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Parting my lips, I sucked one of her rosy pink nipples into my mouth. She slipped her hands into my hair, running her fingers through it, taking a handful to her face and inhaling deeply. I released the nipple and blew gently on it, seeing it stiffen before I switched to the other one before giving it a little bite. Her eyes flew open in surprise.

“It’s a love bite, honey,” I cooed.

“It hurt!” she laughed.

“Then let me make it feel better,” and I sucked it once again.

But I needed the distinctive taste of her pussy, so I kissed a trail down across her belly to her intoxicatingly wet panties. I licked the glistening wet spot on her belly from where my own soaked panties had rested. She giggled and said it tickled. I grabbed the elastic of her panties and she raised her butt off the mat, legs lifting into the air. I pulled Tanya’s underpants free and held the sodden crotch to my face, breathing deeply of the musky scent.

Finally, I tossed them aside and gazed at my ultimate prize: Tanya’s slit. It had the faint beginnings of pubic hair, bright red and curly, her labia glimmering with a patina of wetness. I knelt down between her legs and placed my hands on her vulva, parting the flesh to reveal the pinkest cunt I’d ever scene. Yes, I said cunt. It’s the best word to describe what I saw. In this context it was a beautiful word and an even more beautiful sight. The pink of her inner flesh was set off by her pale skin.

Heart racing, I lowered my face to her cunt, covering it completely with my mouth. Tanya reacted by lifting her hips, as if trying to fuck my mouth. I slipped my tongue into her as deep as I could go to taste the inside of that virgin vagina, drinking the copious fluids that emanated from her body. Her body writhed on the floor and I put all my talents to work eating her cunt. It wouldn’t be long before she would come again, and I concentrated on her clit, pursing my lips around the cute little nub, sucking intensely while the tip of my tongue flitted against the pink pearl with the speed of a hummingbird’s wing.

Suddenly her body convulsed and her lithe legs squeezed me in orgasmic delight. Her ass lifted up off the mat and she humped my face, coating it with a sticky sheen of vaginal secretions. What wasn’t on my face was quickly slurped up by my sucking mouth. Tanya’s jaw opened wide in a silent scream of ecstasy, her eyes screwed shut so tightly I thought they might never open again. Finally, she collapsed back onto the mat, her body limp as a dishrag.

“Fuck!” She gasped in that little girl voice. “My pussy… oh, God, my pussy…”

I moved my head up to meet hers, turned Tanya’s face to me and kissed her, our tongues swirling against each other. After a long, lovely while I broke away. “What about your pussy?”

She blushed, looked away from me for just a moment, then giggled. “Well, first of all, I can taste it on your lips!”

“And I can still taste you on my lips,” I replied, and to emphasize it I ran my tongue in a languid way over them. “Mmmmm… delicious! Didn’t you think so?”

“I don’t know,” she replied.

“Let me prove it,” and I gently probed her pussy with two fingers, then held them to my nose and sniffed them. “Mmmmm, nice.” She watched intently as I put both fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean. “As I said, delicious.”

She hesitated. “Can I have another taste?”

I stroked her face with my fingertips and gave her a peck on the lips. “Of course,” I whispered. Once again I reached between Tanya’s legs and probed her pussy, but this time I went deeper, gently pumping in and out. By now, her vagina was well lubricated, and my fingers slid easily into her body. I explored the vaginal walls and Tanya churned her hips to my motions, moaning softly. I had two fingers past the second knuckle inside her and opened them up into a V, twisting them inside until a third orgasm rippled through her.

As she recovered, I slid my fingers from her pussy. She shivered as they pulled free, glistening with wetness, and I brought them to her face. “Have a taste.”

She took them into her mouth. Her tongue slithered over every inch of my fingers until she had cleaned them of her own juice.

“It does taste good!” she exulted and buried her face in my shoulder. “I want to lick you now.”

“Anything for you, baby.” She started to get up but I gently pushed her back against the mat. “Let me,” I whispered.

I straddled her face with my blond-haired pussy. I don’t believe in shaving my bush — a neat trim, maybe, but that’s all. My pussy hair is naturally blond and is a beautiful sight, curling enticingly around my labia. I pulled my lips apart to reveal my throbbing clit.

“What do I do?” She asked.

“Anything you want, darling,” and I lowered my cunt to that pretty little face.

She didn’t need much instruction, though her technique was a bit frantic at first. I instructed her to slow down and to concentrate on my clitoris, occasionally slipping her tongue into my vagina.

“That’s good, baby,” I moaned as she found her rhythm. “Just like that.” She was eager to please and a fast learner, eagerly gulping down the flow from my cunt. It wasn’t long before I was thrusting my sex against her face, my essence flowing like a river into my lover’s open mouth.

Her hands reached up to my boobs, caressing and squeezing them, tugging at my stiff nipples. My hips thrust faster and faster until I exploded in a shuddering climax. I fell forward onto my hands, panting for breath. Finally I rolled onto my back, reaching down to cup my gooey vulva.

“Baby, you’re incredible,” I said.

She smiled as she licked my honey from her lips, then her fingers. I closed my eyes, and suddenly she was face down in my crotch, licking me all over again.

I didn’t resist — in fact, I had an idea. “Rub my pussy with your hand.”

“Like this?” she asked, touching me.

“Yeah, but make sure you get your hand really wet.” She rubbed every part of my sex until her hand was coated with my cream. “Now put your whole hand inside me,” I demanded.

Her eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Do it now!” I gasped. I was on fire and needed to be filled. Most women’s hands are too big to fist me, but I suspected that this little bear’s paw would be just right.

First, the tips of her fingers entered me, and there was a bit of resistance. Tanya hesitated, but I encouraged her to keep going… and before long she had her hand buried to the wrist in my cunt.

“Now make a fist, sweetie,” Such a wonderful feeling, to have a little girl’s hand inside me! Her fist was a hardball inside my vagina, and I told her to pump me with it, in and out.

Tanya started out slowly, cautiously, but as my passion increased she realized that I wanted her to go faster, harder, deeper.

“Fuck me, Tanya, fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard!”

She complied, her fist pistoning inside me. On the outstroke, her fist would stretch my pussy opening wider than any dildo I’d ever had. Then she would plunge back in until her knuckles touched my cervix. It was utterly magnificent. My climax was rapidly approaching and I had her stay deep inside and twist her hand as fast as possible.

“Oh, FUCK!” I screamed as I came. Tanya only kept going until I begged her to stop. My body was wracked with ecstasy, squeezing my lover’s hand as I quivered for several minutes.

Wet, sucking sounds were heard as Tanya pulled her hand out of my body. Her arm was coated with my wetness, right up to her elbow. Her face had a look of amazement at what had just transpired.

I smiled at her. “Thank you.”

She giggled. “You’re welcome!” She began to lick my juices off her arm, but I stopped her.

“Didn’t your mom teach you to share?” I teased, and we both licked her clean, pausing often to share heated kisses.

For the next several hours we enjoyed each other’s bodies in all kinds of lovely ways. We even found time to work on her routines, in the nude of course, with breaks for more than one session of oral pleasure.

However, all good things must come to an end, and this was no exception. We played a bit in the shower and her soapy body was just as much fun to play with I imagined it would be. As we dressed I held her still-fragrant panties. I wanted a souvenir.

“Can I keep these?” I asked with a sly grin.

“Sure,” she chirped, and I stuffed them in my purse. There would be many a night in the weeks to come when I would masturbate with these panties on my face.

“Can I have yours?” she asked.

I explained that I would love to give them to her, but we had to think about the possible consequences if her mother found them. She pouted, but I had a handkerchief embroidered with my initials that I used to wipe my pussy before handing it to her. She held it to her face and inhaled my scent.

Rachel and Tanya’s mom would be arriving soon, so we exchanged a few hot, hungry kisses while we waited. Finally, they arrived, and I bid my little angel farewell.

***

As promised, I sent Tanya a birthday card later that year. I didn’t write anything that might be suspicious, but her letters were as smutty and salacious as could be imagined.

One day I received a package and inside was a pair of panties that had obviously been masturbated in. They seemed a bit small for Tanya, but the accompanying letter explained that. She had recently seduced her younger sister Joy and described in explicitly delicious detail their incestuous sex games.

The panties smelled wonderful. I immediately planned to give another seminar in the near future… and Tanya promised that she would bring Joy to that one. I’m still tingling from head to toe, imagining those two exquisite young girls naked in my bed.

The End

1

Error happened.

by Funtoppings

Maybe for the first time since she was a little girl, Julie stood naked in front of her mother. Of course, she no longer possessed the body of a child.

She moved towards Debra, who was lying on the bed, reading a novel. The older woman looked up, her eyes widening in shock, the book slipping from her hands to land on the floor with a thud. In the dimly lit room, Julie’s mother appeared to be ten years younger than her actual age.

Debra gaped at her nude daughter as she drew closer. Julie was moving in dreamy slow-paced strides, like a model on a runway. Debra marveled at the young woman’s taut belly, the generous swell of her breasts, the strong slender legs… and between those legs, the neatly-trimmed triangle of her daughter’s pubes. And there was something else, something she spotted in Julie’s hands: a strap-on cock.

Now she saw it all, clear as day. Her daughter, her pride and joy, who was such a level-headed kid, and who had fled the room just an hour ago after Debra had made an ill-advised move on her, was moving naked in her direction, bearing a sex toy.

“Jules?” Debra whispered.

Julie slowly sat sideways on the bed, facing her mother. When their eyes met, it felt as if the rest of the world was moving at a different, much slower pace.

Reaching out, Julie stroked her mother’s cheek. Her touch was light and loving. “I’m sorry I stormed off on you earlier,” she said.

Debra took a deep breath.”No, it’s okay.” Once more, she drank in the sight of her daughter’s body. She might have pinched herself to make sure all of this was real, but Julie’s hand on her cheek provided a warmth that was unmistakably genuine. “But J-Julie, what are you… are you sure about this? l mean, what happened?”

“Bailey happened,” Julie said, smiling.

“Bailey?”

“Yes. I gather that you told her – or Aunt Krystal – about what happened between you and me earlier.”

“I did,” Debra said, still feeling very shameful. “I told Krystal; told her to leave you alone.” Her eyes flickered between Julie’s face and the strap-on in her daughter’s hand.

“And Krystal told Bailey the same thing. But it so happens,” Julie continued, raising her feet up on the bed, now completely facing her mother, “that Bailey doesn’t like to do a lot of listening. So she came down to the living room where I was, and then…” She playfully arched an eyebrow.

“And then?”

“Bailey and I — well, she helped me realize something.”

“What?”

Julie replied by moving in, pressing her lips to her mother’s. It was a brief kiss, but one that spoke volumes.

They stared into each other’s eyes as the kiss still burned on their lips, knowing that their next step would change things between them forever. But the temptation, so great and powerful, proved too much to resist.

They kissed again. Later, Debra would wonder if she’d ever shared such a heart-turning, passionate kiss with her late husband as she had with Julie on that night. She knew that she never had. Julie wrapped both arms around her mother’s waist; the strap-on fell from her grasp, momentarily forgotten.

Finally, they separated, each taking a deep breath. Faded moonlight fell across their faces, spilling through the frigid window to create shadows that resembled broken glass. The silence in the room screamed to be broken, but neither could find words to break it with.

Debra’s eyes wandered over her daughter’s bare body. It was every but as lovely as she’d envisioned in her dreams (and fantasies) for so very long. The young nipples stood pink and proud, begging to be kissed.

“You look gorgeous,” Debra said in a small voice.

Julie replied by slowly guiding her mother’s body downward, until they were lying side by side, gazing at one another. Debra wore a smile of genuine joy.

Without breaking their eye contact, Julie seized her mother’s right hand and placed it on the growing heat between her legs.

“Now, where were we? I believe you were like this and… ohhhh…” A moan escaped her lips as Debra immediately began to caress her. “Oh, yes. And you were doing that…” Julie’s eyes closed, a bright smile appearing on her face.

Debra fondled her daughter’s pussy with the same intensity she used on herself when she’d masturbated to Julie’s model snapshots. She felt the young woman’s clit blossom under the ball of her middle finger. It felt like stroking a wet pearl.

“Oh, God!” Julie cried and buried her face in the pillow. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body as she came.

Debra rubbed her daughter’s slit until it was positively flowing with nectar. Julie moaned, lost in a frenzy as pleasure surged through her, contorting on the bed until her body was curled into a fetus position.

Drawing her hand back, Debra watched her pride and joy recover from the relentless orgasm she’d just given her. She licked her fingers, tasting her daughter for the first time; it was a flavor like no other.

Debra slid off the straps of her nightgown, letting it fall around her waist. She quickly wriggled out of the crimson garment. Sitting on her knees, with only a black-colored, sexy lace bra and a matching lace-waist pair of hip-huggers, she faced her young daughter who was looking up at her with big wonderful eyes. Debra thought at that moment that Julie’s face looked so innocent and young – like that of a child. She recalled seeing the same expression on her daughter’s face on the day she taught her how to tie her own shoes. The bunny goes over the hill, down the slope, and through the hole… 

Julie caressed her mother’s knee, hand still shaking from her orgasm.

“I always thought you were beautiful, Mom. I just wanted you to know that.”

Debra put a hand over her beating heart. “Telling you how beautiful you are… that’s hardly ground-breaking news.” She lightly shook her head and smiled. “People always complimented me on your beauty. But what I want you to know is what a wonderful person you are, and how proud you’ve always made me.”

Debra unclasped her bra and it fell by her knees, like a feather in a dream.

Julie placed both hands on her mother’s breasts. “May I?” she asked; her face was timid and precious as she spoke the words.

“Of course. Of course, you can, love.”

Debra drew closer to her daughter until she eventually mounted her; her open thighs tightly wrapped around Julie’s waist like a belt. Their crotches pushed against each other in perfect alignment. She leaned forward until one of her nipples was quickly stolen by Julie’s mouth. She wrapped a hand around her daughter’s head and allowed her to feed; just as when she had fed and nursed her as a child. And Julie was indeed nursing; she sucked hard at the nipple like a starving child.

Debra sighed with pleasure as the nipple grew rigid in the warmth of Julie’s mouth. Infused with pleasure, she leaned forward and kissed the top of her daughter’s head, breathing in the fragrance from her hair.

“Your nipples,” Julie beckoned and reviewed her work. “They grow hard and big, just like mine.”

“Your mother has very sensitive nipples. And by the looks of it, my daughter does too,” Debra said, and leaned forward, this time seeking a kiss.

Julie’s arms jerked to the sides as her tongue became once more a prisoner in her mother’s mouth. The right hand landed by the nightstand, almost knocking off her mother’s pair of reading glasses. Her left hand fumbled on the mattress until it gripped something long and hard. It was the strap-on.

“Mom…” Julie breathed, displaying the sex toy. “Can I use this on you? I mean… is it something you think you’ll like?” She put the strap-on between her breasts. The cock’s head suggestively pointed at her chin.

Debra looked at the toy, then looked at Julie. Her daughter’s eyes were big and innocent and young, very young. Then she looked again at the latex cock, and all that she could think of was: The bunny goes over the hill, down the slope, and through the hole. And that made her giggle.

A smile broke on Julie’s face as well. “What?” she puzzled.

“Oh, nothing, dear. You can use it on me, yes. I’d love it.”

Debra rolled off her daughter’s body and helped her with fastening the dildo harness. It was fairly easy; all she had to do was tuck on both sides of the leather strap, and it tightened around Julie’s waist. Unlike her daughter, this wasn’t the first time had Debra handled a strap-on, but it had been a very long while.

“Where’d you get this?” Debra asked while making final adjustments with the harness.

“From Bailey’s room.”

“Oh, I see… Krystal brought her bag of tricks.”

Julie laughed.”Yes, bag of tricks. That’s what I was thinking.”

Once the strap-on was securely fixed, Debra crawled back and sank down on the bed. She quickly got rid of her panties; a pair of hip-huggers she’d bought a week ago at a Victoria’s Secret store on her way back from the hair-salon. Back then, she frowned at the steep price when she saw it. Now, those panties were thrown to the other side of the room like some cheap rag.

Julie’s eyes devoured the glorious sight before her. She eagerly stroked the cock with her hand, as if she expected it to become alive under her fingers.

“Would you mind if…”

“Sweetie?”

“Would you mind if I kissed you down there first?” Julie said shyly as she placed her left palm on top of her mother’s soft pubes.

Debra shivered at the touch. “I insist that you do,” she replied with a loving smile.

At that point, Julie slowly lowered her face until it reached a most peculiar position, one that few people get to experience twice in a lifetime. She was facing her mother’s open thighs, looking at the very opening through which she’d emerged into the world.

Her mind buzzed with thoughts and impressions. She was sound enough to realize that the sin she was about to commit was nothing short of madness, but she wanted it more than anything. Just the sight of her mother’s pussy open and wet, waiting to accept her mouth, caused a rising heat to sizzle in her own nether regions.

Julie inched closer. Mom’s cunt seemed to pulsate like a heart at the nearing shadow of her face. Soft curls of golden hair decorated the older woman’s sex. Now Julie was close enough to be captured by the rich aroma that wafted towards her face. Pressing forward, she rewarded Debra with a big wet kiss between her legs, the kind that was almost too embarrassing for a girl to give her mother on the cheek.

Debra’s legs wriggled and her pelvis shifted as the young woman’s mouth pressed into the warm, wet flesh.  Julie wrapped both hands firmly around her mother’s quivering thighs, trying to hold the woman steady. Of course, she knew that these movements equaled pleasure — and whatever she was doing to her mother, she was doing it right.

“Oh, God, baby…”

Julie trailed her tongue along the opening if her mother’s engorged sex. Her lips disappeared inside the open flaps of the labia, where juices percolated, sweet and steamy, flowing like medicine into her mouth.

Her mother responded with incoherent cries of joy and unrestrained shudders. These only intensified once Julie took the woman’s clit between her lips; flicking it with her tongue, she felt it swell to the size of a small pebble.

Debra trembled, lost in pleasure, fondling her naked body with both hands. She clutched the swell of her breasts, scissoring the nipples between her fingers.

“Oh yesss… just like that, my baby girl… lick my pussy,” Debra pleaded.

With a tongue rolling inside the dewy cleft of her mother, Julie felt the heat build between her own legs again.

“Okay, Julie. Okay, baby,” Debra whimpered with a voice that sounded new in Julie’s ears. “Now you can go into me… oh, God yes… fuck your mother!”

Julie sat up, buttocks resting on her heels, purring with delight as she licked the honey from her lips. At her crotch, the rubbery cock seemed both unyielding and cunning; its bulbous head pointed at her mother’s moist opening.

Debra lay prone on the mattress; her sunny hair plastered to her cheeks. Hot sweat covered every portion of her body and made her skin glisten in the muted light.

Clutching the cock in one hand, Julie slowly pushed several inches into the tight depths of her mother.

“Oh, yes. Ease it in to me, babe… there you go…” Again, Julie heard the voice of a woman who sounded very different from the mother she knew. It sounded more like the voice of a sex-starved lover. Her lover.

Debra whimpered as the cock slipped deeper into her vagina. An intense heat rapidly coursed through her veins and into the rest of her body; reaching hot and tingly all the way to the fingers and toes.

Julie’s cerulean eyes widened as she watched the cock disappear inside her mother; the dildo entered with exceptional ease, thanks to Debra’s wetness. As she thrust forward, a rhyme about a bunny hopped into her head. In her state of delirium all she could remember was: down the slope, and through the hole.

Debra’s heart raced at the sight of Julie penetrating her, the swollen labia parting as the shaft pushed deeper still. “Oh, yes, baby. Oh, yes, keep going.” Her eyes rolled in ecstasy, her body trembling from head to toe.

Julie rocked her pelvis, grabbing on to her mother’s thighs for leverage for that first stroke — and then, just as she’d visualized earlier in Bailey’s room; she was fucking her mother.

At first, her rhythm was slow; working the cock inside until it got swallowed and gone. Then she moved backwards and the dildo slid out, gleaming with a fresh coat of cream. After a few slow in-and-outs, her pace grew quicker and more rapid; as if thrusting in time with the drumming of her mother’s heart.

Debra cried out loud, giving full voice to her desire. Julie was fucking her with every little bit of youthful vigor she had. Her vagina seemed to feel every ridge and contour of the rubber shaft. The walls of her pussy canal were tightening, the muscles contracting. She bit her bottom lip hard as the cock head pressed against her g-spot, like a finger relentlessly tapping on a button.

“You’re about to come, Mommy?” Julie panted. Just like with her mother, she heard some unfamiliar new quality in her voice; she sounded lewd, even smutty. She said once more: “You gonna come, Mommy? You gonna come all over my cock?” Her pelvis bounced faster and harder.

Debra screamed as the thick rod drilled hard into her secrets. Raising her face, she caught a blurry glimpse of Julie, the young woman’s breasts heaving as her body continued to pump, driving that lovely cock in and out, in and out. The daughter she had once known had morphed into the sexual mistress that Debra had secretly longed for her to be.

When Julie raised her eyes to meet hers, it was all that Debra needed to drive her over the edge. Taking a deep breath, she felt a tidal wave wash over her body, and surrendered to it.

Knowing that her mother was coming, Julie kept fucking her, hard and deep as she could, until she sensed that the woman could take no more. Exhausted, Julie collapsed on top of her mother; the dildo buried up to the hilt inside the tight warmth of the older woman. Underneath, Debra was shivering through the aftershocks of her unremitting.

The young law student lay motionless, head pillowed on her mother’s breasts. She stared through the far window at the cold sliver of the moon as Debra slowly wrapped two still trembling arms around her. Julie hugged her mother back, and they fell into a relaxed embrace.

“Mom?” Julie finally spoke, her voice small.

Debra kissed the top of her lover’s head. “Yes, honey,” she breathed back. Her voice sounded far away; almost unreachable. She was still floating on the cloud of her orgasm.

“Will you do this for me? You know… fuck me like I did you?”

There was a moment of silence before Debra replied. “Honey, I don’t know. I’m afraid it’s too big for you. I don’t feel right about it. Not now at least.”

Julie pulled back a little from the comfort of Debra’s body and caught her mother’s gaze. “It’s not too big for Bailey,” she said, pouting a bit.

Debra smiled. Taking the young woman in her arms, she guided Julie back to the softness of her breasts.

“Believe me, sweetie, I’m going to do some amazing things to you.” She once again kissed the warmth of Julie’s head. “Just let me hold you like this for a little while so I can get my breath back. Then, I promise, I’m going to take good care of my little girl.”

Julie relaxed, a gentle smile appearing on her face. She snuggled deeper into her mother’s warmth, planting a soft kiss on the cleft between the older woman’s breasts. The leather harness was still fastened around her waist, and the rubber cock attached to it was still nestled inside her mother’s pussy.

For the first time in a long while, mother and daughter basked in perfect peace.

***

“Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve spent, dreaming of this moment?” Debra murmured, then planted a soft kiss on Julie’s tender labia.

Julie instantly gasped at the touch. “Really? You have?” She breathed in response.

“Yes. I hope it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. I mean… I’ve been having these thoughts about you for a while now.”

“No, it doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all. It makes me feel special.” Julie gave her mother’s hand a squeeze. “I should have never stormed out on you like I did. It was so mean of me.”

“You weren’t mean, honey. I was the one who was out of line. You have no idea how I cursed myself after you left the room. But looking at where it got us now…” Debra’s gaze dropped to her daughter’s pussy. “I’m glad I did what I did.”

“Me too,” Julie said. “Now start taking care of me like you promised!”

Drawing nearer, Debra buried her lips in Julie’s pubes, kissing her daughter’s sex for the first time. But not the last, she thought with a smile. She began to suck at the moist opening, nurturing herself on the essence of youth. The flow of warm juices was like a fantasy in her mouth.

Julie moaned without shame at her mother’s touch. Her cries rose into the ceiling and filled the room in a symphony of lust. She sensed herself becoming weaker and her sex growing wetter with each stroke of the woman’s tongue.

Debra pulled away from Julie’s warm cunt. “You taste delicious, sweetheart.” Her chin and lips gleamed with her daughter’s juices as she spoke.

Julie, the heat building up inside her like a shuddering volcano, barely acknowledged her mother’s flattery. Instead, she wriggled her pelvis towards her mother’s face, motioning for her to continue.

Debra used two fingers to expose Julie’s engorged clitoris. She gave the pink button one gentle flick with the tip of her tongue, then blew a warm puff of air over it, as if trying to ignite a small flame.

Julie melted into the mattress. She tried to reach for her clit – it was almost torture for it to remain untouched at that point – but Debra gently pushed her hands away.

“It’s my time,” she said. “Remember?”

“Y-yes, Mom,” Julie panted. Her consciousness was as fragile as the feeling in her knees. Strands of her long raven hair were plastered to her cheeks and across her eyes, nose and lips. Her entire body was filmed with sweat.

Debra inched closer to her daughter’s delicious cunt and captured the clit between her lips. She sucked hard on the inflamed nub, her nose resting against Julie’s pubic bone, her left hand traveling north on Julie’s body until she caught a nipple between thumb and index finger, twisting it into firmness.

Julie’s head tossed on the pillow, her clenched fists beating on the mattress, the back of her heels scraping against the bottom of the bed. She was losing herself in ecstasy; allowing unrestrained madness to wash over her, even if just for a short period of time.

Suddenly Debra pushed her index finger into her daughter’s tight opening. It caught Julie by surprise, and her muscles instantly tensed as if by reflex. Thankfully, she was well lubricated, and her mother’s finger easily slid all the way into the narrow passage of her vagina.

“God!” Julie cried, as there was a definite feeling of experiencing something divine. She felt the pressure of sweet release thunder inside her body, hot blood pumping through her veins. She could smell and taste her own orgasm, which was a few ticking seconds from exploding inside her.

Her mother’s fingers – yes, now there were two of them inside her – were moving at a faster, more aggressive pace. They stretched the walls of the vagina, delved inside as deep as they could possibly go, triggering all the right buttons in the process.

Julie’s moans mounted and increased until they reached an almost maniacal volume, undoubtedly heard all throughout the lodge. And as her mother was dining on her clit and fucking her into sweet oblivion, Julie felt the uplifting sensation of orgasm envelope every inch of her body. Time stood still in the room like the air in her lungs. Her head lifted from the pillow. Her hands clenched into white-knuckled fists.

She let out a guttural cry, howling her mother’s name as her cunt clenched like a hot fist, riding the most intense climax of her young life — then went limp as a discarded marionette, collapsing into the sodden sheets.

Alarmed, Debra drew back, as if she was trying to avoid being caught in the mouth of a fire. In front of her, Julie trembled in ecstasy’s aftermath.

“Julie?”

No answer, just quivers.

The winter coldness, which had slipped out of the room sometime during the women’s first kiss, crept back inside just for a mere second and feathered it with its nightly chill. And then it was gone. Outside, the moon, looking like a half-eaten silver pie, shone over the mountains of Vermont with its familiar serenity and charm.

Inside the room, on a queen size bed that was crawling with passion, a woman’s hand caressed a silken young thigh.

“Julie? Sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Julie finally said in a fragile, exhausted voice.

“I — that was… wow. It was intense.”

Julie drew in a long, deep breath. Her heart was slowly returning to its normal pace. She blinked twice, as if awakening from an elongated dream, gradually returning to a semblance of reality. “It was, yeah,” she replied. A minute later, she wouldn’t even remember speaking.

Debra moved to spoon her daughter from behind, wrapping warm, loving hands around the girl’s slender waist. Their burning bodies pressed snugly together.

The feeling of comfort and peace was so all-encompassing that mother and daughter soon found themselves slowly drifting into slumber. Debra was very close to surrendering to it when she heard Julie speak.

“Mom?”

“Yes, love.”

“I hope this isn’t the last time I get to sleep next to you.”

Debra gave her daughter a gentle squeeze. “As long as I’m your mother, you can sleep next to me anytime.”

With that, the two lovers succumbed to the night.

***

Downstairs, Bailey had fallen asleep naked on the couch. The television was still showing a stream of old films when Krystal finally turned it off.

She knew that Bailey had gone on a mission of seduction earlier that night. Bailey didn’t come out and say it specifically, but once she found out that her cousin Julie had spied on them while they were having sex and their secret was out, there was a mischievous glint in her eyes that Krystal instantly recognized.

Krystal now knew that Bailey’s mission had been a successful one. Not only was her daughter completely nude and sleeping blissfully, but there were unmistakable sounds coming from her older sister’s room.

Wandering upstairs, Krystal picked up Bailey’s blanket, then came back down to cover her naked child. She planted a soft kiss on the top of the sleeping girl’s head.

Somehow, this kid hit a home run tonight, Krystal thought.

Krystal, who had never felt more aroused, ached for Bailey to be awake at that moment. Her entire body was hankering for sex. But not wanting to disturb her daughter, she chose to let the girl sleep.

Tomorrow, though, was a brave new day. And Krystal joyfully went upstairs – it felt more like floating, actually – and crawled into bed with a huge smile on her face. She’d come to vacation with one special lover… now she was about to conclude it by adding two more.

That thought alone was almost enough to make her come.

On to Part Five!

by Funtoppings

Only once, Julie recalled, had they experienced a snowstorm as horrible as this one. It was the Christmas family vacation circa ’04. Julie’s dad told her at the time that the two greatest comforts on a stormy night were central heating, and a TV with good reception. Tonight, Julie was enjoying both. Sure, the pictures on the screen were a little grainy and sometimes they faded out to snow and then snapped back even more muddled than before, but it was still watchable — even in Julie’s half-fuddled state.

“This one’s for you, Newmie,” Julie raised her champagne flute and toasted Paul Newman, who had one of his classics playing on the TCM channel.

On top of the coffee table was one of the champagne bottles Krystal had brought; it was nearly empty. Beside it was a wine bottle, taken out of the fridge with the cork-sealing foil still intact, now half drained. After an hour of solid drinking, Julie wasn’t feeling much sorrow anymore. It had been drowned by a sea of bubbles and the rich flavor of ripe Muscat grapes. The heat coming from the fireplace only added to her buzz.

She downed another glass and threw her head back on the couch. A weird drunken smile dawned on her face. Her eyelids were heavy, yet the rest of her body was so light it seemed to float. She didn’t even notice Bailey coming down the stairs.

The young eighteen-year-old wore black spandex shorts and a two-sizes-too-big high school jersey, which would have easily hidden any sign of a chest if it wasn’t for Bailey’s ample figure.

“Jules?” Bailey tentatively approached her cousin.

“Bailey!” Julie threw her hands up, excitement in her voice. “What up, cuz? Come on, sit, pour yourself a glass, don’t be shy now.”

Bailey sat next to her cousin. A line of concern delved between her eyebrows; it looked out of place on her young features.

“Hey, are you okay, Jules? You look kinda wasted.”

“Wasted?” Julie tucked her chin and snickered. “No, no, no, I’m pretty cool. I’m really cool, in fact.”

Bailey stared at her cousin, then glanced at the half-empty bottles on the table. She didn’t think Julie looked terribly sloshed, but it certainly sounded like sje was in good spirits, and Bailey was sure the alcohol had something to do with that. After all, how else could she explain Julie’s apparent eagerness to see her, after all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours?

Earlier in the day, around four o’clock in the afternoon, while Julie was looking for a nice quiet place to catch lunch, and Debra was pacing about and mulling over what had transpired in her sister’s bedroom, Krystal walked into Bailey’s room with one of her midday cravings, ready to be loved.

Bailey was used to it, and most of the times her mother didn’t even have to say explicitly that she wanted sex; it was plainly written in the glimmer of her eyes and wanting smile.

“The Black King?” Baileys had asked her mother, who stood at her doorstep in bra and panties, holding the black strap-on between her fingers.

“The Black King it is,” Krystal agreed with a grin.

“I’ll bring the lube.”

The Black King, otherwise known as the Anal-Only Dildo, was one of Krystal’s favorite toys in the pack. It was a large one, and Krystal never used it on her daughter. She felt Bailey was too young and inexperienced to experiment with anal penetration, especially from a device as big and unyielding as the Black King. She, however, absolutely loved it.

“I got something to tell you, Bai,” Krystal told her daughter as she crashed on the bed and removed her undergarments.”Your aunt Debra stopped by my room this morning. And, boy, did we have quite the talk…”

That was when Krystal told Bailey about Julie spying on them while they had sex, and how she’d gone on to tell her mother about it. Krystal also told her about the sexual encounter she’d shared with Debra.

And later on in the night, minutes after the date had changed on the calendar, Krystal brought to Bailey’s attention the fresh news of all that had just occurred between Julie and her mother. How in a moment of weakness — though Krystal could hardly blame her — Debra had tried to seduce Julie, which, unfortunately, had backfired in a big way. She then politely asked Bailey to spend the night in her room and refrain from going downstairs to talk to Julie, as per Debra’s request.

Bailey had only offered her mother a tight-lipped smile of agreement. Of course, she had no intention of leaving Julie on her own, letting her cousin stew in anger all night. Now they were sitting side by side.

“Hey, you know who else is cool?” Julie asked as she swayed in her seat.

Bailey paused, drew a nervous breath, and said “What? I mean, who?”

For a moment there, Bailey was positive that her cousin wasn’t going to answer her. Worse, she was sure that Julie was going to smack her instead. She wasn’t sure why she felt like that, but there was a slightly uneasy shift in Julie’s demeanor; it was like her sparkling sapphire eyes suddenly turned into ice pebbles.

“Why, Cool Hand Luke, of course!” Julie finally said, and burst into hysterical laughter.

Bailey politely smiled at her cousin like she would to a person going mad before her eyes. “Cool Hand… who?”

“Cool Hand Luke!” Julie pointed at the television. “Paul Newman? C’mon, it’s one of my all-time favorite movies!”

Glancing at the TV screen, Bailey was even more perplexed than before. She wasn’t sure who this Paul Newman fellow was, but she nodded, pretending to understand.

“Oh, you don’t even know good movies, Bai,” Julie waved her off. “All you watch is those ditzy comedy flicks. Unless, of course, you have your head tucked between your mother’s legs, in that case you probably can’t watch squat…”

And there it was — the underlying truth, coming from Julie’s mouth like a screaming bullet. A truth that poked such an enormous hole in the girl that something had to spill out.

Bailey quietly nodded. She’d felt a little timid before, but now that the bullet had been fired at her, she was perfectly fine, because she could live with the truth. And she’d come downstairs for a reason, so there was no holding back, not now.

“That’s right,” she said, “Mom and I have sex. I know you saw us. I’m not ashamed of it.”

“Fine with me,” Julie snorted as she picked up an empty glass. She studied its curves with her eyes. “I don’t care,” she added bleakly.

Bailey inched closer to Julie. “I know I’m just eighteen, and maybe not that experienced… but Christ, Jules, sex with a woman, especially an older woman? It’s… fucking incredible!” Her hand dropped on the bare portion of Julie’s thigh.

The twenty-two-year-old pretended not to notice, still staring vacantly at her empty glass. Inside, her heart was thumping wildly. Sweat had formed on her brow and hands. Even the alcohol buzz she had was slowly drifting away.

“I know what people think — mother and daughter being lovers, how wrong it is and how it’s… I don’t know, totally perverted. But you know what? Screw those people.” Bailey’s chestnut eyes blazed with excitement. “I have sex that is unimaginable to most people. I have friends who have sex; I read about it everywhere and no one… nothing that I’ve heard or read even comes close to what I feel when I have it with Mom. I have sex that is nothing short of a fantasy. I mean… it’s fucking out of this world, Jules!”

“Yeah… I bet,” Julie muttered into her glass.

Bailey leaned closer to her cousin. Her large breasts swayed under the loose shirt and grazed Julie’s arm. The young law student could tell that her cousin wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

“Don’t you wanna know how it feels?” Bailey murmured, her breath warming Julie’s neck. “Forget what other people might think, forget everything. There’s nobody here but us girls. We are literally snowed in and hidden from society; it’s the perfect time and place for experiments. No one needs to know.”

Julie didn’t reply. She didn’t say anything, just kept staring through her glass. Her cousin’s hand was still on her thigh, only now it was moving back and forth. The sweet fragrance of coconut and honey emanated from the young girl’s long hazel hair and it enveloped Julie like the heat from the fireplace. She suddenly felt very sober and very immobile, as if trapped by Bailey’s words.

“Mom told me that your mom just made a move on you, and you totally blew her off. Now why on earth would you do that? Aunt Deb is so hot, so sexy. I’ll be honest, sometimes I masturbate while fantasizing about your mother. Hell, I fantasize about you, sweet cousin. I dream about us lying naked together, kissing each other — on the lips, and down there. I even dream of maybe fucking you with one of those big rubber toys that Mom brought. And then you could use it on me. Listen, Julie — I may be young, but I’m awesome in bed. No guy can give you an orgasm like I can. I promise you, after me, you’ll be swearing off men for life. Just give me one chance. What do you say, college girl? Feel like getting wild with me?”

Julie said nothing. She didn’t blow her cousin off, though, instead allowing Bailey‘s words to trickle into her consciousness and linger. And she was surprised to find herself honestly weighing the thought of giving in, of letting Bailey have her.

Bailey took the glass from Julie and put it aside on the table. She was no longer just rubbing Julie’s thigh, but massaging it in a very intimate and inviting manner. She’d come down for a reason, and that reason was about to unfold.

She drew closer, and even though Julie knew that a kiss was coming, she made no attempt to recoil — nor could she. Something in her had gone frozen, as if she’d been rendered motionless by a spell. Then Bailey’s lips were pressing against hers.

For the first few seconds, though it seemed much longer, the kiss was passionless and cold. Julie was stiff as a statue, her lips unwilling to cooperate. But then it changed — suddenly, Bailey’s tongue slipped between a cautious pair of lips, claiming Julie’s mouth as her own. Unable to stop herself, Julie inched her own tongue forward, suddenly wanting just a taste of her cousin’s mouth. A few seconds later, their mouths melted together and their wet tongues mingled with the type of passion that is reserved for first-time lovers. And this was Julie’s first time; her first truly romantic kiss with a female.

At that moment, she felt her heart growing larger with each noticeable thud. It felt like being reborn.

What am I doing? Julie thought. This is Bailey, my cousin. Hell, she’s always been more like my little sister! She questioned her sobriety; maybe she was drunker than she thought. But a calm voice in her head told her: You’re not drunk at all. And slowly she began to realize that the kiss felt wonderful, and that Bailey felt good in her mouth, just like she had imagined.

And she had imagined it; there was no point in denying it any longer. She had imagined kissing all of them since last night: Bailey, Krystal, but most of all, her mom. She spent the entire day trying to shake those thoughts, pretending she was appalled by them. But every time, her knees grew a little weaker, her heart pumped a little faster, and even her pussy became wetter.

“Mmmmm…” Bailey unlocked her lips from her cousin’s, and swept her tongue over her moist lower lip. “You taste like sweet wine, my child,” she said, giggling. Then she grabbed the lower hem of her jersey and took off her shirt, revealing that, sure enough, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

The sight would forever be treasured in Julie’s memory. Her cousin’s breasts were magnificent. Julie suspected that they were the kinds of things that men dream about at night. She was certainly no man, but felt aroused by the sight just the same.

“You like?” Bailey asked with a devilish smile, which made her look a little bit like her mother. She leaned forward and arched her back like a cat, those luscious breasts projecting proudly from her small, delicate frame.

The young law student was completely flustered. She wanted to do something to them, but was afraid to make a move.

Bailey read the hesitation on Julie’s face. “It’s okay, you can touch.” She seized Julie by the wrist, guiding the young woman’s hand to the swell of her bosom.

Julie’s excitement magnified at first touch. She marveled at the size of Bailey’s chest as her hands moved around the curvature of the breasts, caressing them with the lightness of a feather. Once again, she found herself amazed at how her cousin’s tiny body could support such a prodigious bust.

“It’s okay, Jules, you can suck them. I know you want to. Don’t think, just do it.” As if her words of encouragement weren’t enough, Bailey placed a hand on the back of Julie’s head, slowly drawing her close.

It only took a gentle graze of the nipple against Julie’s lip to make her suckle on Bailey’s breasts. Her tongue, suddenly feeling very invigorated, twirled around the already stiffening nipple in a clockwise direction. Bailey hummed in approval as Julie nursed like a hungry child drinking from her mother. Then the thought of doing the same thing to her mother crossed her mind; a thought which, an hour ago, would have completely unnerved her.

“God, you’re good at this,” Bailey said, then dipped down to plant a wet one on Julie’s lips. “Now let’s get you outta those clothes, cuz. I’m betting your pussy is, like, on fire right about now.”

Embarrassed, Julie felt her cheeks get warm. Bailey was right; her pussy was dripping by that point.

Bailey stripped Julie of her white camisole, then slipped off her pink shorts, leaving the young woman’s body in only a bright lacy bra and a snow-white pair of panties.

They were nearing the moment of truth and Julie recognized it, still feeling anxious. The air roared in her lungs, her muscles drew taut, anticipation sang in her veins. When Bailey grabbed at the waistband of the panties, Julie clutched both shaking hands around her cousin’s wrists in a final moment of indecision.

“C’mon, Jules, relax. I can see the wet spot in your panties from here. I can also see it in your eyes, how much you want it. Let me do this for you. And for me…”

“What if… what if someone comes downstairs?”

“Not gonna happen. Your mother still thinks you’re upset and she specifically asked me and Mom to stay upstairs tonight and let you be. Honestly.”

“Oh… so what exactly are you doing down here, then?”

Bailey grinned slyly. “You know me. I never listen.”

Julie smiled at that answer, then nodded in agreement. She released her cousin’s wrists, submitting to her forbidden desires.

Bailey swiftly stripped the panties from Julie’s body, unveiling her cousin’s cunt to her voracious gaze. She swallowed hard, her eyes widening at the glorious sight.

“Your pussy…” Bailey whispered, bending to administer a kiss fraught with lust and awe to the rosy flesh, as if it was the most coveted prize in the world. “It’s beautiful!” she said, and burrowed her face between Julie’s ivory thighs.

Julie writhed with pleasure on the couch. Bailey’s tongue swept through the cleft of her pussy, driving her into new realms of bliss. Once the tongue delved further inside, it wandered freely, blushing the narrow walls of Julie’s vagina.

Julie’s legs jerked until they eventually grew useless, just like the rest of her body. The shock of having her most lustful needs taken care of by her own cousin only added fire to the excitement she felt.

Bailey hummed happily as she worked her skilled tongue around inside Julie, who was moaning heartily by that point.

Briefly lifting her face, Bailey exclaimed, “God, Jules, you taste so freaking awesome!”

Julie couldn’t muster enough strength to reply. It was like a dream that is so fantastically amazing that you simply want to scream with joy, but your jaws are locked, your voice muted.

Then Bailey stopped licking her again. “Sorry, cuz,” she said, “but I’m not ready to make you come, not yet.” She crawled on top of Julie, until their faces were nearly touching.

Their young bodies, filmed with sweat, pressed against each other. They shared a look, one that was long and absorbing; Bailey through her large chestnut eyes and Julie through her bright sapphires. They studied each other’s faces as they were suddenly swept by memories of childhood: birthdays, holidays, playing with dolls, doing homework, going to the mall. And somehow it all came down to this moment, the two of them naked and vulnerable in each other’s arms.

Electric energy surged through their bodies as they studied one another. Bailey lowered her head and pressed her lips to Julie’s. This time they shared a much more drawn out and sultry kiss, and they only detached once they became breathless.

“You like the way you taste?” Bailey whispered.

Julie nodded. She had sampled the creamy new texture on Bailey’s tongue, and for the first time in her life was able to give a flavor to sex. She never imagined how sweet and wonderful her fluids tasted. Hopefully,  soon she would be able to taste Bailey as well. Just the thought of it made her mouth water.

Bailey continued kissing Julie — on the lips, on the chin, on her neck, going lower each time. Once she reached Julie’s chest, she kissed the black lace that covered her cousin’s shapely breasts. Then she bit the front clasp of the bra, tugged it with her seething teeth and growled.

“Are you mad?” Julie laughed heartily, a vibrating and infectious sound.

“A little bit,” Bailey smiled mischievously. She then unhooked the bra in a more reserved manner.

There was as much excitement in Bailey staring at her cousin’s bare breasts as there had been in Julie looking at hers. She’d always found Julie to have a perfectly sculpted body, and being able to see it unveiled for the first time in years was a gift she treasured.

Julie moaned with delight as her nipples hardened, changing to a much darker hue from the touch of her cousin’s warm mouth. It was a brand new territory of pleasure, one that she had never experienced. She hugged her cousin closely, realizing that she’d accepted this whole new reality of sex with a family member much more quickly than she would ever have imagined.

Bailey fondled Julie’s ivory cheek; there was love in her touch. “I want to taste your pussy again. Is it okay? Can I do it?”

Julie kissed her cousin’s loving hand. “Only if you’ll allow me to do the same for you.”

“Mmmm… I think we can arrange that,” Bailey said, still grinning that devious smile of hers. She stepped off the couch and rapidly removed her shorts and panties. Her pussy was smoothly shaven; the pink nether lips glistening even in the half-darkness of the dimly lit room.

Julie stared at her cousin’s nude figure, her eyes blazing, head reeling.  “I never…” She paused, struggling to finish her sentence.

“You never what?”

“I… I never imagined how… turned on I can get from seeing… you know, your p-pussy,” stuttered on the last word, which hadn’t been part of her regular vernacular before. Of course this wasn’t the same Julie as before. This was the new Julie.

Bailey ran a hand between her legs. “I know what you mean, sweet cousin. I still get turned on every time I see my mother’s pussy… and I feel the same way, looking at yours. ”

My mother’s pussy, Julie thought, as a sudden image of her mother popped inside her head. Her mother. Naked. The picture in her head was vividly sexy and exquisitely detailed. She could trace every curve and contour of the woman’s forty-eight-year-old body. Spot any fold or wrinkle on the skin. She could see Mom’s nipples, standing out prominently on her ripe breasts, begging to be licked and kissed. Her smoothly tanned tummy, gracefully pouched out a little at the waist. Below was her glorious mound, covered by a wealth of fine golden curls, each wisp of hair drenched with a powerful aroma of sex. Her rosy cunt lips peeking out from the golden patch, swollen and wet, ready to be caressed by Julie’s tongue. And as crazy, even downright perverted, it may have seemed in the past, she now saw herself going down on her own mother.

My God… I want her, Julie told herself. I really do.

“Make a little room for me,” Bailey’s voice echoed above Julie. She climbed on top of her cousin, arranging herself until each girl’s head was parallel with the other’s pussy.

Julie, momentarily lost in her fantasy world, snapped back into reality — as much as you can call this lustful new venture a reality. She peeked up and looked directly into her cousin’s pink ravine, its clit swollen and ready at the apex.

Her brain was reeling; so many things were happening so quickly. Her desires and wants swiftly transitioned into action, and she closed her eyes, parting her lips.

Then they began to lick each other.

Julie grabbed her cousin’s ass, squeezing each tight cheek between her fingers, trying to still the squirming pelvis above her face. The sweet scent of teen lust seemed to descend from the dampness and filter straight into her lungs. Before she could take it all in, she felt Bailey’s magical tongue once again sweeping over her pussy, then lips closing over her bulging clit.

The quivers started in her knees but quickly transitioned to her thighs and waist and torso. Her nipples ached with pleasure. She felt the orgasm building up inside like a whirlwind; that well-known feeling of impending release, only magnified into something much greater and much more overwhelming. The heat of sexual rapture conquered every fiber of her body.

In her moment of pleasure and self indulgence, the old Julie was able to shriek one final thought: It’s your cousin, Julie. Your cousin! It’s depraved. It’s wrong. It’s incest! But that cry was drowned by the growing voices of her lust. It was overpowered by the newer, bolder Julie, the Julie who only wanted to satisfy her own voracious appetite.

“Oh!” Bailey jerked as her own pussy was ravished by her cousin’s virgin mouth.

Julie vibrated with excitement as her tongue delved further into uncharted waters. The feeling was so powerful that she could only mourn the fact that she hadn’t been exposed to her mother’s lifestyle before, yet rejoice over the fact that it had finally caught up with her.

“Oh, fuck, Mommy! Fuck yes!” Bailey moaned excitedly as Julie’s mouth attacked her pussy. She wasn’t even aware that she’d cried out for her mother. It was a force of habit. But no one noticed and no one cared.

The long couch at the heart of the living room creaked as memories of sex were embedded within its frame. The fireplace hissed and crackled with aged oak, its glow shining beautifully over the two wet bodies.

“Ohhmmm… yeah… right there, baby! Right there!” Bailey frantically cried.

“Oh yes, yes… oh, fuck me…” Julie moaned as her clit throbbed in Bailey’s mouth.

Their orgasms came crashing down like a tidal wave, claiming both girls simultaneously. She shook and moaned, and finally lay still.

Julie smiled, knowing that she had truly found peace. She had made a choice — much like her mother and aunt had years ago — to walk a path. And it was a damn good path.

Bailey rolled off of Julie, trying to stand, but instead dropping onto the carpeted floor. Her lips glistened with her cousin’s juices. Her breathing grew shallow as her ecstasy slowly ebbed away.

Her body feeling like it had been poked with a thousand warm needles Julie peered down from the couch and saw her cousin collapsed on the floor, that devilish smile still on her lips. She wanted to say something, but her physical resources were exhausted. So she just laid there, gently stroking her pussy, drifting along the waves of her subsiding climax.

“Listen, Jules,” Bailey said in a low and husky voice. “How about me and you go upstairs and get ourselves more comfy? Let’s go up to my room, snuggle up in that big bed.”

Julie rolled on her side and tilted her head down. Her face hovered over Bailey’s.

“I would love to, sweetheart, but… I think I need to make a different visit first.”

“Oh?”

Julie cocked her eyebrow at Bailey and tilted her head towards the upstairs landing.

Now Bailey got it. “Oh! You mean… your mother.”

Julie, her face pillowed over her folded arm, stared down at her nude cousin. “Seriously, how fucked up is that?”

“It’s not,” Bailey answered. “I told you; don’t get caught up in what other people think. Get caught up in what you think. And right now you’re thinking: Man, there’s a woman upstairs and I wanna get naked with her, and kiss her and taste her. You wanna fuck her! And y’know what; she’s upstairs thinking the exact same about you. And at the end of the day, you two and Mom and me will be the only ones to know about it. The only ones that really matter.”

Such simple truths she speaks, Julie thought. Simple and easy. Maybe it was time to look at the world, not through the eyes of a soon-to-be-lawyer, but through the eyes of someone who saw what she wanted and went for it. Bailey was a creature of impulse, with a heart that outweighed her brain. Maybe it was time to take a page from her book.

“You’re right.” Julie said, suddenly sitting up. Her mind was lucid, her decision had been made.

“Of course I am,” Bailey murmured with a smile.

Julie rose from the couch. Her legs felt wobbly, like the night before, when she caught her cousin and her aunt having sex. Now that memory felt like it happened to an older version of her, in a different universe.

She walked towards the stairwell, giving Bailey a good look atf her nude figure walking away. Her long sleek legs moved seductively across the hardwood. The dim light reflected beautifully off her taut skin. The well defined muscles on her peachy ass flexed and relaxed with each step she took.

“Hey, Jules.”

Her hand on the staircase’s steel handrail, Julie glanced over her shoulder. She saw Bailey’s bad-girl smile, peeking at her from behind the long couch.

“I dunno if you’re up for it, but in case you are — go to my bedroom and look under the covers before you pay your mom a visit.”

Julie’s lips parted; she was about to ask a question, but changed her mind. She glanced down at her body, realizing she was still nude. She realized the absurdity of sauntering around naked in the very house she had vacationed in ever since she was a child. Now she was about to walk into her mother’s room and do something that would very likely shatter any memory she had in this place to tiny bits and pieces. But she had already made peace with it. And as for the rest of society, as Bailey had put it so eloquently: screw those people. Screw them. And without even noticing, she was already standing at the top of the stairs.

The last time Julie saw her mother was in her bedroom, lying on the bed, wearing a very revealing crimson nightgown. Since then, more than an hour had passed. So much has happened in those sixty minutes, Julie thought.

She peeked inside her room and found it dark and empty. Her mother had clearly gone back to her own room. It’s long after midnight, Julie thought. She might have already gone to sleep. But somehow, she suspected otherwise. Somehow she knew her mother was awake.

Julie went into Bailey’s room first. She looked around, instantly noticing how the door to the adjoining shower-room was wide open. Sitting naked on Bailey’s bed, she could see the small window above the shower-room mirror that had started all of this. What she saw from that window still danced lucidly in her head: mother and daughter, playing into each other’s fantasies and dirty secrets. She remembered how watching them at first was like staring at two outsiders invading her own delicate reality. But very quickly, she’d begun to feel like the outsider who was looking in. And she remembered jealousy burning in her heart. Of course, she couldn’t forget that increasing feeling of arousal.

Maybe it was wrong to feel that way — or so least that voice in her head had insisted — but she had to be truthful with herself. And the truth was that watching Krystal and Bailey had gotten her hot, and she’d been thrilled when Mom had touched her. It was time to share her excitement with the others. What she had just done with Bailey was amazing; now she was ready for the next step — the ultimate step.

Look under the covers, Bailey had told her. She lifted the heavy blanket from the bed. Now what have you got under here, Bai? 

It didn’t take her long to notice. She drew closer to it, fixed on it with wide open eyes, felt her heart thumping. She looked at it; the first one she had ever seen in person. Its figure was harsh and unyielding. It looked like a medieval torture device, but she knew that it was anything but. In fact, just by studying its crude and purposeful shape, it breathed new and thrilling sensations into Julie’s pussy; a warm twinge between her legs like a deep, hollow void seeking fulfillment.

Julie picked up the impressively sized strap-on with both hands. She recognized the black leather harness, then glanced again at the small window in the shower-room. It was the same sex toy she’d seen Krystal using on Bailey. For no reason she could understand, Julie drew the rubber cock close to her nose and took a hearty whiff from it. There was a smell that she recognized, and liked.

She stood with the rubbery phallus in her hands, then positioned the toy over her pubic bone as if she was a man holding an erection. She licked her lips and slowly began to thrust her pelvis back and forth in a fucking motion.

I wonder if Mom would let me use this on her. She swept her tongue over her lips again. I wonder if she would use it on me. Her knees swayed forward, burying the cock in an imaginary cunt. Can I even take this thing inside me? It’s so damn… big! Then she began to imagine a voice, whispering in her ear. The sound came from her head, but it sounded a lot like her mother. Oh yes, you like that? I know you do. Then there was a climax and even Julie, who was only playing a pretending game, shuddered with excitement.

Julie knew then that she was completely committed to what she was about to do. And she had no doubt that it would be incredible.

On to Chapter Four!