Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Amanda hopped quickly over to her single bed with the Cinderella coverlet and sat cross-legged. She was wearing faded blue and pink pajama bottoms and a Little Mermaid t-shirt.

“Okay, I think this will work best if we both are, um… naked. All right?”

Her eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Yes, well, you want me to show you, right? And, usually, when a person masturbates they’re naked, or, at least, I mean, it’ll be easier for you to see that way. And then if you’re going to try, and you want me to watch and make sure you’re doing it the right, or, I mean the best way, then you should be naked too.”

“Okay.” She shrugged her shoulders and pulled her shirt off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, of course, and I felt an erotic thrill when I got a look at my daughter’s little breast buds, still not much more than bumps on her smooth chest. Her nipples, though, were sharply pointed and erect.

Then I watched her take off her pajama bottoms and pull down her Tweety Bird panties and she was nude. There was no pubic hair yet that I could see. I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from her crotch as she sat cross-legged on the bed again, but I finally managed to look up at her and smile.

After taking another deep breath, I undid the sash on my robe and let it slide down my back and fall onto the bed. Now I was naked too. I tried to be unselfconscious as I crossed my legs at the ankles the way she had. I was certain that if Amanda looked she would see the copious wetness inside my slit — but then, that was what we were there for, right?

“Okay, so, let me just start with a couple of things. First, that video you saw at school was right. There is nothing wrong or bad or shameful about masturbating. Just about everyone does it, even if some people try to pretend they don’t.” (For a brief moment I wondered about my own mother: Had she also been masturbating from time to time, even as she warned me about its sinfulness? I put that thought away for another time.)

“Also,” I continued, “every woman does it differently. There’s really no right way or wrong way — it’s just whatever you prefer, whatever seems to give you the most pleasure and satisfaction. All right?”

She nodded. “Okay. How do you do it?”

“I’m coming to that,” I smiled to myself at my accidental double entendre. “Before I start, though… well, I was going to say that if you ever have any questions, you should always feel free to ask me, whatever it is. But you don’t seem very reluctant about that, and I’m glad.”

Impulsively I leaned forward, took her face in my hands, and kissed Amanda on the mouth. It wasn’t a sexual kiss, or at least it wasn’t intended that way. I was just feeling so happy about having her as my daughter and I wanted her to know that I loved her.

I kissed her three times, then leaned back. I could feel my nipples hardening. “Now, are you ready to start?”

“Definitely!” She arched her eyebrows to show me how ready she was.

“Um, let’s see.” I looked down at my chest. My nipples were poking out, almost begging to be touched. “Okay, the first thing is, your whole body is — well, do you know what an ‘erogenous zone’ is? Did they cover that in your class?”

“A what zone?”

“An erogenous zone.” I smiled at her. “You’re so cute. That just means a part of your body that feels especially good when it’s touched. It can mean your breasts or your, um, your crotch, or, for example, your lips…”

As I said that last, I rubbed my fingertips across my lips and saw that Amanda repeated my action. “But there are a lot of places on your body that feel good when they’re touched in the right way.”

I raised my left arm and drew the fingers of my right hand slowly along the inside of it, from the wrist to the armpit. “It can be your arms…” I watched as she copied me. “Or your throat…” I put both hands on the sides of my neck. “Or your chest…” I let my fingers drag slowly down the lightly freckled and sensitive skin of my chest.

“And, of course, your breasts…” I covered my breasts with my hands and gently massaged them, feeling my stiff nipples pressing into my palms. I wondered if this was as arousing to my daughter as it was to me. “Or your tummy…” My hands slid gradually downward, and hers did too.

“Okay, now, spread your legs apart.” I uncrossed my legs and stretched them out. Amanda did the same, putting her slender ankles on top of mine.

“That’s good,” I said, then looked into her eyes. “Are you feeling anything yet? Any sort of… excitement?”

“Um, I don’t know. Kind of.” She pointed at her crotch. “Down here.”

I chuckled. “Good — that’s exactly where you should be feeling it.”

She smiled as I affirmed that she was doing well.

“But still, let’s take it slow. Another erogenous zone is your legs. For some women that includes their feet, although for me not so much. But I do sometimes like to touch myself down here.” I reached forward with both hands, placing them on the insides of my calves. Amanda did the same. “And then, very slowly, very gently, just bring your fingers up…” We moved together, gradually bringing our hands up the inside of our thighs, toward the crotch.

Just before my fingers — and hers — reached the labia, I said, “Now let’s try this. Lick the ends of your middle fingers on each hand and then, very lightly, rub the wetness on the tips of your nipples. How does that feel?”

“It tickles,” she giggled.

“Uh-huh. Now keep doing it. Get your fingers wet again.” She did, and as I watched my 10-year-old daughter stimulating herself sensually, I had a sudden surge of excitement in my cunt, so much that I almost came!

Amanda heard my groan and looked up. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I…” my voice was hoarse with lust. “I… it’s just that… I’m getting… very excited. Do you, do you want to do some more? Maybe watch me, um, give myself… an orgasm?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay, so you just watch me for a while. And then after I’m done, you can try.”

I looked into my daughter’s lovely blue eyes for a moment as I licked my lips, then I took my breasts in my hands and squeezed them hard, grunting with pleasure as my fingers and thumbs pinched my sensitive nipples.

“Watch Mommy now,” I whispered, letting my hands slide down over my taut stomach to my mound. I kept my pussy hair closely trimmed but not shaved. I liked how it looked and felt that way.

Spreading my legs as wide apart as I could so that my daughter could see everything, I put my hands just outside of my swollen labia and massaged my crotch. “Mmm, yeah, I’m so wet.” I pulled my pussy lips apart. “Can you see how wet I am?”

Amanda nodded slowly. Her eyes were fixed on my cunt.

I slid one hand into my slit. I knew that if I rubbed my clit right then for even a few seconds, I would come immediately. But I wanted to wait a little longer, to properly show her how it was done. I slowly pressed the middle finger of my hand deep inside my vagina.

“See, a woman can fuck herself with her fingers.” I put another finger inside myself. My daughter’s eyes grew even wider.

“It’s okay, honey, when we’re talking about this with each other, to use words that might seem naughty. So, I can tell you about fucking myself…” I began a slow pumping motion with my hand “…and I can tell you that my pussy is really wet. Okay?”

She nodded, not taking her eyes off my crotch.

“And when you do it later, when you show me, if you want to talk about your pussy, or your cunt, or about fucking yourself, that’s okay too. See, it kind of makes it more exciting sometimes to talk that way. You don’t mind, do you?”

She shook her head.

“Amanda, look at me for a minute.” She lifted her eyes from my pussy to my face, although she took a quick glance down again every few seconds. “I’m fucking myself now. I’m masturbating. This is how a woman masturbates, and in just a minute, Mommy’s going to come. Do you want to watch me come?”

“Y—” her voice caught in her throat “— yeah, I… I do.”

“You like watching Mommy fuck her pussy?” I was moving two fingers in and out now, fast and hard. “You want to watch Mommy come?”

And as I said that, before she could answer, my orgasm hit.

It was the strongest climax of my life.

I screamed, and Amanda later told me that it scared her, but at the time I was unaware of anything else. I also squirted, which had almost never happened with me before, only two or three times. I came over and over again, and each time as I started to calm down, I fucked myself a little harder, and I came again.

This was it. This was without a doubt the most intense sexual experience I could imagine. I had discovered that masturbating in front of my daughter was the greatest possible turn-on for me.

Finally, after what was likely only a few minutes, but what seemed to me like most of an eternity, I had my last orgasm. And then I was able to slowly remove my dripping wet fingers from my cunt, take a few very deep breaths, and open my eyes.

Amanda was staring at me.

“Are you…. okay?” she ventured.

I could only nod and smile at her. I was too spent to say anything.

“Is that,” she frowned, “did you do that earlier today, too? Cuz, I thought I heard you scream sort of like that, before.”

I nodded weakly, then finally found my voice. “Yes,” I confessed, “when I went to my room earlier this morning, I masturbated. And I guess you heard me. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I… I guess I sort of understand now. It seems, like, really, um, intense or something.”

“Oh, it is. It is.” I pulled myself up to a sitting position. During my extended series of climaxes, I’d slid onto my back — which meant that my crotch had moved a lot closer to Amanda, since her bed was only so long. I wondered briefly what that had been like for her, but then I continued the conversation.

“It’s intense, and wonderful, and thrilling, and amazing, and addictive — oops, I can’t believe I said that.” I covered my mouth.

“Addictive…what do you mean?”

“Never mind.”

“No, what does that mean, like, you can’t stop?”

“No, no, I just mean that, it feels so good that once you start you won’t ever want to stop — and that’s okay, because like I said earlier, there’s nothing wrong or bad about it. And it really does feel amazing.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “Can I try now?”

“Yeah, but…” I looked down at her little pussy. “Um, unless you’re, you know, pretty wet, it might hurt a little if you try to put your finger inside. You might need to start again like we did before to get yourself excited.”

“Um, I don’t think I have to. I mean, I don’t know for sure, but…” Using her hands, she spread apart her puffy pink labia. From where I was sitting I could clearly see the gooey gleam of moisture inside.

“Oh, you’re right! It does look like you’re wet enough, so that shouldn’t be a problem. But, um, there’s one other thing that I didn’t show you, which is how to rub your clit, or your clitoris.”

I pulled my pussy lips up and back so she could see my clit. “It’s up here, on top, and it feels really good if you rub it. But be careful, because it’s very sensitive. Sometimes you can just rub around the area, like this, and stimulate yourself. Try it.”

Amanda watched how I was rubbing my clit, or actually the skin around my clit, in a circular motion. She tried it too, and I saw an immediate reaction from her.

“Ooh! Oh!” She flinched every time she moved her fingers in a certain way.

“Now, keep doing that with one hand, and with the other hand, put just the tip of one finger inside your, um, your pussy.”

“Like this?”

“That’s right, honey. How does it feel?”

“It feels good, Mommy. And inside here, it’s really warm, and soft. And wet.” She lifted her finger up to show me her glistening liquids.

“Uh-huh, you’re getting very wet. And if you just keep doing that for a while — what you’re doing right now — pretty soon you should start to feel something different. Something even better.”

I watched as my daughter rubbed her clit with her right hand and poked the index finger of her left hand just inside her vagina. I was doing the same thing myself, and I easily could have brought myself to an orgasm within moments if I’d chosen, but of course I wanted to wait for her.

“Try… try to put your finger in a little deeper, in your pussy, but not too far.”

She pushed it in up to the second knuckle and groaned with pleasure. “It feels good,” she whispered.

“Uh-huh,” I whispered in return, “I like to watch you, baby.” I was getting very close to a climax and had to deliberately slow my movements so I wouldn’t come. “Keep doing it, sweetie, keep doing it.”

She kept it up for a while. Her eyes were closed and I was watching her, looking up at her face and then down at her cunt. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, and said, “What, um, is it I’m supposed to feel next?”

I smiled. “Well, it’s hard to describe. I guess you could say it’s kind of like a building up of pressure, like inside a volcano, or maybe like a bunch of small waves on a beach that are getting bigger, and you can tell that soon a really big wave will come.”

“I…” she frowned, “I don’t think I can feel that.”

“Okay, um, well for some women different positions work better than others. Do you want to try it another way?”

Amanda nodded.

“All right. One of my favorite ways is lying on my stomach, you know, face down. Here, turn around and lie down next to me.”

We changed positions until we were side by side on the narrow bed, our bodies touching. She looked expectantly at me. There was a glare in my eyes from the lamp by the bed. “Do you want to turn out the light? That might make it a little easier to get in the right mood.”

“Okay.” She reached up and turned off the lamp.

“That’s better, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

I’m not sure how it was for her, but for me having the lights out made a big difference. Instead of feeling like I was giving her a lesson, it felt much more like we were being intimate together, almost like we were lovers.

“Now, put your hands under your body, down between your legs. Use one of them to rub your clit, like you were dong before, and use the other one to put a finger just a little bit inside your pussy. But this time, instead of moving only your hands, you can move your whole body.”

I began to demonstrate for her, rocking myself up and down on my hands. “See? See how I’m doing it? You try.”

Amanda started moving that way, awkwardly. She was obviously unsure of herself and I was suddenly afraid that she might become frustrated and would be unable to reach an orgasm. The last thing I wanted was to have my attempts to help her give herself pleasure turn into a discouraging failure.

“Does that feel okay?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

I was sure she was just being nice, because the clumsy way she was moving did not seem at all likely to arouse her. I was desperate to find a way to give her all the sexual joys that I had experienced.

“Let me — can I help you? I’ll just —” Propping myself up on one elbow, I reached out toward my little girl. I put my hand on her bottom. “I — I just want to see where your hands are, sweetie, and see if I can help you. Um, can you, open your legs up a little bit?”

While we’d been lying side by side on the single bed, both of us had our legs together, because there wasn’t much room. But I wanted to reach underneath her and feel where her hands were and what they were doing.

My daughter spread her slender thighs apart for me. I slid my hand beneath her. “Do you, are you putting a finger inside your pussy with this hand?”

“Uh-hmm.”

I leaned in closer to her, sliding my hand further up. My nipples brushed against her back. “And, um, this hand, are you holding it against your clit?”

“I don’t know. I mean, you said to rub that in a circle?”

“Oh, well, when you’re doing it this way you don’t really have to worry about the circle movement so much.”

I was trying to get my hand around hers so I could position her fingers the way I thought would work best. “I — here, move this hand away for a minute, and rock your body up and down like I was. You know what I mean?”

“Like this?”

“That’s right. Now, give me your hand again, and put it… here, and just push yourself up against it.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Well, keep moving your body that way, and I’ll hold my hand where you should put yours, okay?”

And then, without having made a conscious decision to do so, I was having sex with my daughter. I cupped her young vulva in my hand, feeling its soft, smooth, hairless warmth. “Start moving baby.”

She began to rock up and down against my hand. I shifted my fingers just slightly, to put a little extra pressure on her clit.

“Oh, Mommy, that feels good!” She moved faster. Her other hand moved away, and now it was just me stimulating her.

“You like that, honey?”

“Yeah, omigod, it feels amazing!”

As she rocked harder against me, I began to feel slippery wetness on my palm. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’re getting very wet, aren’t you.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your little pussy is so hot. I can feel it. It’s so hot and wet.”

“Oh, Mommy…”

“I love you, Amanda.”

“I love you too, Mommy!”

I turned my thumb inward until it was between her labia, inside her slit. She was very well lubricated. Slowly, I moved my thumb until I was at the opening to her vagina. I began to probe.

She gasped “Oh, Mommy!” and fucked my hand even harder.

I pressed my fingers more insistently against her clit as at the same time I let my thumb begin to slide inside her.

She was moving very fast now and I was sure she had to be getting close to an orgasm.

“Are you going to come, baby? Are you going to come on Mommy’s hand?”

I wanted her to come, and I wanted to do whatever I could to give her pleasure. I pressed my thumb inside her a little deeper.

“Mommy, I—”

“Come for me, baby!”

“I — Ohh!!!!”

Her whole body went rigid for a second and I felt the muscles inside her vagina clamp down on my thumb. Then she shuddered several times and finally groaned, “Oh my god…”

I pulled my thumb gently out of her. She laid on her stomach for half a minute with her eyes closed, breathing heavily. I let her rest.

Finally she shuddered one last time, took a deep breath, and slowly rolled onto her side to look up at me. “Mommy, that was totally amazing! Is that what it’s like for you?”

“Well, yes, I guess it is. Orgasms are always amazing, and that’s what you just had, your very first orgasm.”

“God, it was… I can’t even say how awesome it was.” Her cute little face was glowing with excitement.

I smiled at her. “I know. That’s why I said it can be addictive.”

“Can we do it again?”

My mouth went dry. “Um, again? You mean right now?”

“Yeah! I really want to do that again. Please, can we?”

It was at that moment that I made my choice. The first time I’d helped Amanda reach a climax could conceivably have been classified as an accident, or perhaps as an innocent attempt to give her instruction. But now she was asking me to do it again, to deliberately touch her and caress her with the sole purpose of giving her sexual gratification. And I wanted to.

If I hesitated at all, it was only for a second. Then I said, “Well, I suppose we can, if that’s what you want.”

“Good. Should I lie on my stomach again?”

“Sure, go ahead,” I told her. “That seemed to work pretty well for you last time.”

She turned back onto her stomach and spread her legs apart. I was still sitting up, next to her bottom, and I had a clear view, even in the dim light, of her moist pink pussy. But her hands were nowhere to be seen.

“Are you… are you going to try doing it yourself this time?” I asked.

“No, I want you to do it for me again. That felt great.”

“Well, um… okay.” I felt my face burning with both shame and lust as I leaned over my little girl’s naked body and put my hand down between her legs.

I knew for certain that most people — practically everyone — would say that what I was doing was wrong. But right then I didn’t care. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to give her pleasure. And more than anything, I was incredibly aroused by it.

Touching my child in a sexual way may have been forbidden, it may have been taboo, but it was also intensely erotic and exciting for me.

“This time, I’m going to do it a little differently, a little more slowly,” I told my daughter as I brushed my fingers over the soft skin of her inner thighs. “I want you to feel the gradual build-up of your excitement.”

“Okay.”

This time, the second time, it was less like I was merely helping Amanda to masturbate, and more like I was making love with her. I let my hand fully explore her vulva, tenderly stroking her pussy lips, reaching up to tease her clit, then sliding back down though her wet slit to dip into her vagina, and as I did this, I gently caressed her long smooth back with my other hand.

“Mommy that feels nice,” she breathed.

I leaned down and kissed her little bottom.

She began moving to my touch, rocking her pelvis in time with the stroke of my fingers in her slit. “Oh god, oh god, Mommy, Mommy,” she moaned.

And as I felt her little pussy getting wetter and hotter, mine was getting extremely wet too. I started using my other hand to stimulate myself. I was hoping I would be able to come at the same time as her. But she seemed to be getting very close very quickly. I rubbed myself harder and faster.

I kissed her bottom again and this time I licked it too. I wanted to lick her everywhere. And when that thought occurred to me, suddenly I found myself on the verge of an orgasm.

Now I had to slow down, but I didn’t have to wait very long. Amanda was rocking against my hand faster and faster. I’d intended to put my finger or my thumb inside her vagina again when she was getting close, but that wouldn’t be easy the way she was moving so quickly now. So I just let her fuck my hand and I leaned down close to her and said, “Are you gonna come, little girl? Are you gonna come on Mommy’s hand?”

“Yeah, I, I, I — OHH GOD!!!!!”

And as she started coming, I started coming too. I didn’t even have to do anything to time it that way. It just happened.

We climaxed together, a shy, pretty 32-year-old woman, and her cute, innocent 10-year-old daughter.

When we were finished, I found myself licking my hands — both hands, tasting not only my own pussy juice, but also my child’s.

I was lying on the bed beside Amanda. Her eyes were closed, and she was still breathing heavily. Her little face was shiny with perspiration. I put my arm around her and kissed her cheek.

Slowly she opened her eyes. “Hi, Mommy,” she breathed.

“Hi, baby,” I whispered. Then I softly kissed her lips.

“That was…” she took a deep breath, followed by a long sigh, “that was even better.”

I smiled at her. “Was it?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “It was, I don’t know, like ten times better than anything ever.”

That made me chuckle. I caressed her cheek and kissed her nose. I love my little girl so much.

“So, what do you think we should to do today?” I asked, raising myself up so that I could see the clock beside her bed. It was just past 12:00. “I know — it’s such a beautiful day, why don’t we drive out to the lake? I’ll make us a picnic lunch. We can do a little hiking and maybe we’ll even rent a canoe.”

Her eyes lit up. “Ooh, can we?”

“Sure we can, sweetie.” I hugged her and kissed her cheek again. Then I playfully slapped her bottom. “Come on, let’s get up and get going.”

“Okay,” she giggled.

But as Amanda got up from the bed, retrieving her t-shirt and panties and pajama bottoms from where she’d left them on the floor, put them away in her drawer, and then began picking out some other clothes to wear, I simply stayed where I was for a few minutes, watching her, admiring her perfect little body.

I felt a stirring between my legs and wanted to touch myself again. I wanted to masturbate while I was looking at her. I suppose I could have, since our purpose there had been for her to learn all about self-pleasuring — except if I had, that might have required me to explain why I would find the sight of a nude 10-year-old girl so alluring.

So, finally, I picked up my robe and went to my own bedroom to get ready.

Closing the door behind me, I took a deep breath and thought about what had just happened. It was hard for me to believe, but there was no denying it: I had just finished having lesbian sex with my own daughter. I had held her, touched her, kissed her… I’d rubbed her clit, put my finger inside her vagina, and given her an orgasm. Two orgasms!

The thought of that was enough to make me want to come again. As I’d told Amanda, it really was addictive! And then I suddenly realized something else — I didn’t feel guilty or ashamed about what I’d done with her, not in the least. On the contrary, I felt exhilarated, liberated, emancipated. I felt as if I’d finally allowed myself to become what I was always meant to be: a lesbian pedophile who loved young girls, especially my own little girl!

I turned to face the full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door and smiled at my reflection. I admired my slender naked body. Not bad, not bad at all. I was tempted to masturbate, give myself a quick orgasm. Then I chuckled to myself. I knew where that would take me… one orgasm leads to another, and then another, and then another… meanwhile, Amanda would be waiting. I’d promised to take her on a picnic.

So, instead of masturbating, I quickly shoved two fingers inside my still-wet cunt, pushing them up as far as they would go. Then I drew the fingers out, raised them to my mouth, and savored the delicious taste of my pussy juice. After that I picked out some clothes and started getting dressed. I knew there would be plenty of time for more orgasms later, both by myself and with my darling daughter.

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