| Family Secrets I heard the old floorboard creak and the rustling going on in the next room. I'm a very light sleeper, how they thought they could ever do this without my finding out is beyond me. I've slept poorly since I was a child and was even tested for Sleep Apnea. I don't have it and a new medication helps, but I still can be woken up easily. I throw on some lingerie and make my way down the hall. It was a chilly night and I tried to convince myself that this flimsy black thing was to keep me warm. It was not and there was no use trying to fool myself. It's because I wanted something and the way I look in this would likely help me get it. I see the light from my mother's bedroom and could see that the door is ever-so-slightly ajar. I pushed it open just a bit more so and look inside and saw them the way I did the previous week. Wrapped in each other's arms, entangled erotically, kissing and fondling were my mother and younger sister. I adore my mother. Her name is Lorraine and she's 34, but looks 25. She is tall and graceful and regal, with long auburn hair and the body of a model. She stopped modeling just a few years ago and now works as a scout for various modeling agencies. My mother did a lot of growing up after she started modeling, but she didn't always have common sense. A pretty but naοve young woman was lured with a smooth line and shortly after she turned 17, I Shelby - was born. Bless their hearts, my grandparents never judged and my mother had more than enough income to provide for us and even throw some to my grandparents as well. I never lacked for love or affection, although I did lack a father. Knowing all that, you would think my mother would have learned her lesson, but two years later, a suave Frenchman with a vast collection of wines got my mother in bed. Mom is a very sexual person so it was far from a one-night stand. A decadent week of sex in Paris led to Rebecca Becky. My mother worked industriously and took night classes and dated, but she soon realized that every man she met was a user. They wanted her for her looks or the money she earned or just to be seen with her. Several of her women friends were true friends who stood by her. Little by little, she began drifting towards the company of women. At first, it was just having drinks or dinner with friends. The relationships didn't start out sexual, not back then. It just sort of happened. Mom didn't think her little girls knew, but we knew. I figured it out first, being the oldest. I discovered what those noises were that came from Mommy's bedroom. I was a nosy child and I actually spied on her a few times. It looked odd to my eyes, but as I matured, it looked different. It looked erotic and fun. Becky didn't believe me, at first. "Mommy does that with girls?" She wrinkled up her nose. I told her that she did and I had noticed something a lot of those girls were almost ten years younger than our sexy mother and some were a bit younger than the "legal" age. Mother liked sexy young women. Nothing wrong with that, I supposed so did a lot of men, the magazines were full of "barely legal" women designed for that market. I understand my mother's desires because I know women are beautiful. The high school that Becky and I attend has lots of beautiful young women and these days, they're dressing for success. My mother instilled that in both Becky and myself, never dress sloppy. Even in jeans, I always have on a nice blouse, my makeup and hair are nice and I wear heels. Becky listens to that advice as well, my little sister is eye-catching. Becky started having admirers at the age of 10, not that she seemed to care. She was lovely then and a bit of an oddity. Her hair would change color depending on the season, going from red, to strawberry-blonde to blonde. Most of the time, it's in the middle. Her eyes are the palest blue and it's almost eerie to look at them. Her body is the tiniest of the three of ours, at 5'5" and she has delicate, tiny breasts. But her ass is perfect and she looks great in a skirt, shorts or a bikini. She can also be very pale, almost porcelain in her complexion, or go tan. Becky is very much a girl and yet, she still didn't seem to like boys other than as friends. I was to find out why. Before I continue, I will tell you about me. I'm a 16-year old brunette and my hair is closer to chestnut than mom's auburn shade. I like my hair at varying lengths but it is currently short and nicely styled. I have a great body and am taller than my sister at 5'9", most of which is legs. My complexion is more Mediterranean than my sister's and my breasts are a bit larger, medium in size. My nipples are very dark and extremely sensitive. I get horny wearing silk lingerie, which I often do. Oh, and I'm bi- sexual. I have known that for a while, although I don't currently have a boyfriend OR a girlfriend. I discovered my family secret totally by accident a few months ago. I came home from a date that was a total disaster. The guy was cheap and all hands and it is the reason I've temporarily sworn off men. I was surprised to see mom's car in the driveway, I thought she had a date with her friend Judith. Judith is one of mom's older lovers, at 30, but when you see her, you'd understand why mom made an exception to her weakness for the young ones. She's gorgeous, elegant and black, with a perfect body and a carriage that makes me weak in the knees. If Judith ever came on to me sorry mommy, I was going to be face-down in that pussy! I entered the house and saw Becky's jacket on the couch. She was supposed to be going out with some friends, a bunch of jerks I didn't think were worthy of her. Although my little sis and I fight like cats and dogs, when it's the three of us, we're all allied. Becky's friends are all gigantic dorks and I hoped she wasn't fucking any of them. She wasn't. As I climbed the stairs, I heard loud moans and gasps. I'd heard my mother having sex before and knew her moans. She and Judith were noisy and as Becky got older, she'd put on her headphones whenever Judith came over to drown them out. I assumed that mom had brought Judith home for the night, but as I got closer to mom's bedroom, I knew that wasn't the case. Judith is loud and she's also a talker. Mom's bedmate, whoever she was, was higher-pitched and not saying very much. Mom had forgotten to close her door and I have always been a snoop. I looked inside and there was Becky on top of mom and she was fucking her really fucking her with a strap-on! Holy shit, my sister was having lesbian sex with my mother and it was HOT! Okay, I know what some of you are thinking. "That's incest, it's disgusting!" Fuck YOU that think that way. I love girl-on-girl sex and my mom took great care of us. Why shouldn't Becky return mom's love with sensual desire? Damn, the only thing that really had me pissed is that Becky had thought of it first. I was the bi-girl in the family, wasn't I? Then it hit me Becky didn't have, had never had, a boyfriend. Was Becky a lesbian? She sure seemed to know what she was doing and now I could hear her soft little voice telling mom what a hot, sexy lezzie bitch she was. I'd rarely heard Becky swear before because she's so even-tempered. She sure could talk dirty though. My hands went down my short skirt and into my panties. As my sister and mom girl-fucked, I got myself off twice. Mom also rode Becky and then the dildo got thrown to the floor as they paired up sensually. My lanky, sensual mother really made love to Becky as if she was the most special, precious thing on the planet. I was so fucking jealous! My pussy was soaked by the time I got to my bedroom. I was so glad Becky's bedroom is next to mine because I had to get out my own dildo and fuck myself. I bit my lip to keep from crying out and being discovered and kept one ear open for Becky's return. When I heard her enter her own room, I made my way quietly downstairs and poured myself a much-needed glass of wine. Mom has let us have a glass or two on occasion, as long as we aren't sneaky about it. She came downstairs a few minutes later. She looked a bit tired, but had cleaned up and didn't have the "just fucked" look she could have been wearing. "When did you get home?" She asked me. "A few minutes ago," I lied. "How was your date?" Mom asked. "Total waste of time," I answered her honestly this time. "Most men are," she replied. By this time, she kind of knew that we knew but she kept her sex life to herself. Becky must have done something to get mom into her panties and I wondered who had gone after whom? Now that I was aware of their affair, I kept my eyes open for signs of it and there were a few of them. I saw that Becky's clothing got a bit sexier. She was almost careless around our mother, giving her hugs that went on a bit too long or kissing her when she thought I wasn't looking. I saw lingerie in the wash that wasn't mom's and it was really naughty. At night, I'd hear that floorboard creak and knew Becky was in mom's room. Most nights, I would sneak out myself and watch. They were getting more sophisticated in their games and Becky was definitely no one's submissive. It didn't matter who had gone after who anymore because my little slut sister was an equal partner. I loved those nights where I would watch them and enjoy the shows. It almost didn't matter that my own love life was in the toilet because they were so fucking sexy. It was better than porn and I knew them both and saw nothing was faked. It was incestuous and loving and sexy. The only thing that tore at me was the fact I wasn't a part of it. I wanted to be and I thought about barging in one night and telling them that I knew all about their clandestine affair. What stopped me? I believe it was the fear of rejection. Fearing that one or both of them wouldn't want me screwing up what looked like a perfect familial relationship. I stood there watching them that night, my fingers flying in and out of my aching pussy. When I saw that Becky shaved hers and how hot mom looked eating it, I went to a salon and had mine waxed. The sensations were so much stronger. I felt tremors through my body as I watched mom fingering Becky's snug little cunt. I am still not sure who I wanted more, Becky or our mother. I was jealous of Becky, but as I had continued peeping on them, I found her so desirable. She was like a yummy piece of cotton candy, sexy and flirty. I had always thought our mother was sexy and now that I knew she was kinky too, that added to her allure. As it turned out, I didn't have to choose. I heard Becky scream in orgasm and stepped back. That damned floorboard betrayed me as it had betrayed Becky on several occasions. Mom got out of bed and saw me standing there with a sheepish grin on my face. The look on her face was unusual at first, but mom has never been anything less than loving. She squeezed my hand and took me into the bedroom where Becky just stared at me, her body hidden under the covers. "It seems as if there are three naughty women in this family," mom smiled at me, not letting go of my hand. "Your sister is a bit of a voyeur, she was watching us. How long, sweetheart?" I knew that I had nothing to lose by being honest. "Since the beginning," I admitted. "You've been watching us all night?" Becky asked, her face a bit red. "Yes, but I've been watching you for longer than that, almost since you started your affair, " I confessed to them. Mom gasped and Becky giggled. "Why didn't you say anything?" Becky asked, dropping the covers from in front of her body. Did she have any idea how lovely she was? How much I wanted her? "That's a good question," my mother asked. "If you knew what was going on, why didn't you say anything to either of us?" "I didn't want you to stop and I didn't want to cause any trouble," I answered as honestly as I could, feeling like I wanted to run. I knew I was crying a little too. "You both looked so happy together and so sexy. I knew that if I did anything to screw that up, I'd feel awful." "Why would you screw anything up?" Mother responded. "We would shown you as much love as we show each other. I think both of my daughters are beautiful, I just didn't know that you liked women." "I think I have the most beautiful sister in the world," Becky added. "I've always been jealous and wished that you could have been my first. Damned right we would have had you join us!" "Is it too late to join you now?" I asked in a timid little voice, hoping still that I hadn't fucked up. My mother answered first by pulling me into my arms and kissing me. Not as a mother, but as a skilled lesbian, tongue and fingers touching me intimately. The little black garment fell from my shoulders and before I could make a sound, she turned me around to face Becky. I knew that my sister could kiss from all the times I'd spied on her with our mother, but I was still totally unprepared for her. My body responded to hers and I reached out to cup those delicate breasts and to touch her for the first time. Her skin was like velvet and I heard her sigh into my mouth as our lips parted. "Have you ever been with a girl?" Becky asked me. I realized that our family rarely talked about sex, which now seemed ridiculous. "Several times, I'm bi," I smiled. Becky nodded and I felt mom's arms slip around my waist. "We're all such naughty little sluts," mom sighed. "Did you know that this little one got it on with Judith a month after I started dating her?" Little BITCH she had beat me out again! "I was going to lecture her and then she had this look on her face and before I knew it, I was stripping and face down in her tiny, pink cunt," mother said. "One lick and I wasn't angry at her or Judith. Becky is yummy, go on baby and find out for yourself while Mommy samples your sweetness!" I wanted to sing with joy because it was really happening. "I love your lingerie baby, I have some that will fit you," my mother said as she got behind me. "Becky likes me in sexy underwear and we'll go on a spree and then spend an entire day and night fucking. Things around here are going to be so, SO much hotter from now on!" I just smiled at my mother as best I could, because I really couldn't answer. My face was buried deep inside Becky's pussy and damned if my mother wasn't right. She did have the yummiest little cunt and I wanted more of her snatch. I gobbled away and heard her yowling, lots louder than she did with mommy. I felt a little thrill at that, evidently I had hit a few buttons on my sister that mom hadn't discovered yet. I added some fingers and she howled even louder. I would have been howling pretty loud myself had I not been deep inside my sister's snatch. Mom was the best lesbian fuck that I'd ever had and she seemed dedicated to making me a slut just like she and Becky were. She needn't have tried so hard because I'd been a slut for a good long while now. "Fuck, oh fucking GOD Shel," my sister gasped. "Mommy, what a fucking hot bitch she is, if I'd know that, I would have gone into her room and dragged the whore in here with us! Do me more Shel, show our sexy mommy how much you love your sister's twat!" I loved hearing my sister talk in such a raw, primal way and I gobbled her even more. When my sister's cum flowed into my mouth, I licked it all down and then went to my mom to share it with her. "Oh my babies," mother sighed as we all snuggled close. "You're such evil little bitches and I love you to death!" I think we were all on the same wavelength. I let mom straddle my face while Becky finally got her wish and got to taste my pussy. I know how I taste, I'm a bit like OJ and I really flow when I get going. Becky had her work cut out for her. Meanwhile, I was going a mile a minute on mom. She was grinding her cunt down on my mouth, but I don't mind it a bit on the rough side. I loved how she tasted, she was strong and almost musky. I wonder if the taste of cunt changed with age. I kept on going strong until I had made mom cum. Only then did I go apeshit over Becky's tongue and almost threw her off the bed when my climax hit. My little sis was the naughtiest little cumslut I had ever been with and I knew that things would never be the same between us again. I was completely right about that. The three of us made love and we fucked until the wee small hours of the morning. Mom let Becky skip school the next morning and once we'd finished breakfast, she took us on that shopping spree she promised us. "Strike while the iron is hot, right girls?" She giggled as we piled into the car. We got so many sexy clothes and shoes and lingerie I was worried that we might have maxed out mom's credit card. The salesgirl heard us and smiled. "Lorraine gets a special rate," she smiled and winked at mom. I knew how she got it, but the salesgirl was a cute Oriental babe with a killer rack. I wouldn't mind getting a "special rate" myself someday. Sis and I don't fight anymore, not ever. If we start to argue, one of us will just start kissing the other one and soon after that, the clothes come flying off and we're face down in each other's pussies. Usually that's how mom finds us hours later. If she isn't calling us to dinner, her own clothes join ours on the bed and we fuck. Becky and I are sharing a room again too, like when we were kids. Only this time, it isn't a room with twin beds. We're sharing a king-sized bed, although most nights we're smack-dab in the middle, all curled up in each other's arms. Judith sleeps over a lot too and mother no longer hides their sex from us. We joined them a few weeks back and once Judith got over her initial shock, she was really turned on. This time, I finally got a first. I was the first one of Lorraine's girls to screw her gorgeous black lover with the strap-on. And yes readers, I made the bitch howl. We got a little surprise too. Mom didn't even know it, but Judith has a daughter. Her name is Olivia and she'll be 14 in a few weeks. Olivia lives in Washington with her father, but she'll be coming to stay with her mother for her birthday and staying a few weeks. When Judith showed us all a picture of Olivia, we all got the naughtiest grins. Judith protested a lot in the beginning, but we three can be very persuasive. By the end of the night, Judith had made us promise that it was she who would be with Olivia first. But I get to be second, before Becky or mother. I suppose that I can live with that. |