Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

It was a lovely July afternoon. Barbara had arrived home from work a couple of hours earlier than usual, and was seated at the kitchen table, glancing through a magazine when her eleven-year-old daughter Becky entered the room.

The girl was wearing a pair of tiny cut-off shorts, and a skimpy halter top thin enough to clearly outline her nipples. In spite of her best intentions, Barbara felt her pulse suddenly quicken at the sight of her scantily-dressed child.

Not so very long ago, she would have made Becky change into something less revealing… but these days, things were different.

Barbara’s sense of who she was as a woman had been shaken to its foundation a few weeks earlier, when she’d spent the better part of a day indulging in her first lesbian experience — making love with a sixteen-year-old Goth girl named Erika.

They had met while standing in line at the local ice cream parlor when Erika had, out of the blue, asked a surprised Barbara about the necklace she was wearing. They began to chat, and ended up sharing a table, continuing their conversation over dishes of ice cream.

At they talked, Barbara grew increasingly fascinated by the girl. Then, when she suddenly realized that Erika was flirting with her, was stunned to find herself responding. She’d never had sex with another female before, but there was something about this cute Goth teen that Barbara was helplessly drawn to. She was soon blushing like a shy schoolgirl as the flirtation became more open, unable to resist Erika’s charms.

Almost before there was time to think she was behind the wheel of her car, with Erika giving directions to her place, the black-clad teen’s hand stroking Barbara’s thigh while she drove.

And just seconds after Erika closed the apartment door behind them, she reached out to take Barbara’s hands, drawing the older woman into her arms for a sizzling French kiss — and a dazzled Barbara simply melted into the raven-haired girl’s embrace.

Soon the two were naked and entwined upon an air mattress in Erika’s incredibly messy bedroom, where Barbara’s new friend spent the next couple of hours showing her just how incredible sex with a woman could be.

Barbara had always heard that Goths were morbid, depressed people, but Erika was nothing like that. She had a very childlike wonder about her that often made her seem even younger than her sixteen years. Yet at the same time, she seemed more sexually mature than most adult women Barbara knew, including herself.

The girl brought a sweet, fiery passion to her lovemaking, the likes of which Barbara had never experienced with her ex-husband — or indeed, with any man. First, she’d spent a long, lovely while on foreplay, caressing and nuzzling what seemed like every inch of Barbara’s body, returning often to the older woman’s mouth to ravish her with kisses.

Then Erika had knelt between Barbara’s thighs and began to kiss and lick her cunt, going down on her with the fervor of a wild animal in heat, quickly driving Barbara to a climax of such intensity that she fainted on the spot.

When she came to a few seconds later, dazed and exhausted, Erika had rolled Barbara onto her belly and parted her buttocks, pressing in between them to lick lustily at the crack of her ass. She had never been rimmed before, and found it heavenly.

Then, as she tongued Barbara’s anus, Erika slid her hand between the 34-year-old divorcee’s legs to toy with her clitoris — and suddenly, without warning, Barbara was coming again.

But that sexy little Goth lesbian wasn’t finished with her yet. Even as Barbara lay panting from that last climax, Erika was fastening a latex cock around her waist, a wicked smile on her lips. She anointed it with lubricant squeezed from a tube, then turned to the older woman, the toy jutting proudly from her pelvis.

Tired as she was, the sight of this petite teen girl sporting a cock thrilled Barbara — so much that she parted her thighs without a word, eager to be penetrated.

And Erika had fucked her wildly, beautifully; taking the 35-year-old with a heated ardor that left her head spinning. Barbara wrapped both legs around Erika’s back as the teen rode her, that lovely cock sending showers of sparks cascading behind her eyes with each exquisite stroke. Then, finally, Barbara came for the third time, screaming as waves of purest ecstasy buffeted her body without mercy.

Barbara was so drained that she quickly dozed off, waking in her new lover’s arms about an hour later. She awoke refreshed, relaxed, and very eager to return the pleasures Erika had given her.

She had been a bit shy at first, unsure of how to make love to a woman, but the tattooed teen had been a patient teacher. Before very long, Barbara was feasting on the girl’s pussy — first fucking her with a thrusting tongue, then suckling her clitoris until Erika came convulsively, her fingernails leaving four inch-long scratch marks on Barbara’s shoulder that the young mother would have to hide for a week.

Erika then harnessed an even larger cock around Barbara’s hips, lying back in the tangle of her bedsheets to spread her thighs wide for the older woman.

“Do me, babe,” the girl whispered, her eyes alight with excitement.

Without a word, Barbara climbed on top of her, placing the tip of the latex prick at the opening of the Goth teen’s cunt. Erika simply grasped her new lover’s ass and drew her in, squealing with delight as all nine inches of the thing slipped inside her with a single stroke.

Barbara fucked Erika in a lustful frenzy that seemed like a fever dream, her pelvis churning as she plunged the strap-on in and out, in and out of the mewling girl. Her every sense was intoxicated by the hot, sticky pleasures of lesbian love. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so fulfilled, so alive.

Afterward, they had cuddled for a long while, sharing tender kisses and caresses. Then they came together to make love once more; this time keeping it slow and gentle. It was the most sensuous experience Barbara had ever shared with a romantic partner, a perfect coda to the heated coupling they had already enjoyed.

It was late afternoon before Barbara gently untangled herself from Erika’s arms and rose to gather her scattered clothes. She dressed before the sleepy-eyed girl, then bent to whisper a few affectionate words and give her a soft tongue kiss before she left.

Since that day, Barbara had returned to Erika’s apartment several times for more sapphic loveplay. This had been more than enough to convince her that, for now at least, she preferred women to men.

There was only one worrisome aspect of Barbara’s newfound sexuality. Not long after she had taken up with sixteen-year-old Erika, she began to fantasize about other girls she saw, many of them even younger than her Goth bedmate.

A few weeks ago she had been shopping for groceries when a honey-haired nymph — who couldn’t have been a day past thirteen — came strutting down the aisle in her direction. She wore a tight blue t-shirt, a short skirt and sandals.

Barbara was rooted to the spot, a warm glow suddenly enveloping her body at the sight of this adolescent enchantress, now staring thoughtfully at the potato chips. The girl’s legs were lovely, gazelle-like. Barbara imagined kneeling before the blonde child, nuzzling her bare thighs, sliding her hands up the back of those legs to cup her bottom…

And then, a bag of chips clutched in her hands, the little blonde cutie was moving back up the aisle the way she had come, leaving a very shaken Barbara behind.

Now as she sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the magazine spread open before her, the memory of that dizzying moment at the grocery resonated in her soul like the tone of a struck bell. She’d abandoned her half-filled shopping cart, exited the store, climbed into her car and driven home in a daze. And as soon as the garage door shut behind her, Barbara had unfastened her pants right there in the driver’s seat, sliding a hand between her thighs to finger her cunt, hard and fast — finally exploding in a blinding orgasm that left her slumped against the steering wheel, gasping for breath.

It was on that very night that Barbara began to view her daughter Becky in a new and unexpected way.

She had always seen her child as a lovely, adorable girl. Now, as they watched a movie together, Becky sprawled on the floor in her nightwear, Barbara found herself distracted again and again by her daughter’s slim, elegant legs and the contours of her pert bottom, viewed through thin white panties that were just old enough to reveal the darker curve between the young girl’s cheeks.

She wondered if Becky’s pubes were beginning to show, then tried to picture what her daughter looked like naked. It had been years since she had last seen the girl undress, and suddenly Barbara found herself very much wanting a glimpse of her bare body, tingling deliciously at the thought of it.

When she realized with a start that she was becoming sexually aroused by the sight of her own child, Barbara swallowed hard. Shaking her head, she forced her attention back onto the television screen, immersing herself in the plot of… whatever it was they were watching, she couldn’t even remember now.

She did manage to pick up the thread of the movie again and hang on to the story until the credits began to roll, but the whole while, Barbara still felt unsettled about having looked at Becky the way she had.

Later that night as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Barbara began to masturbate — thinking of Erika, as she so often did. She imagined herself making love to the teen in the shower, just as they had done earlier that week, kissing hungrily beneath the hot flowing water as they brought one another to climax with soapy fingers.

Then, without warning, Barbara’s thoughts drifted to the blonde girl she had spied at the grocery that day, and her hand began to move frantically between her thighs.

She pictured herself undressing the shy child, touching each part of her body as she bared it. Soon she was naked, and Barbara drew the adolescent into an embrace, arms twining around her slender frame.

Then Barbara was nude, too, sprawled on her bed with the preteen blonde on top of her, their bare bodies sliding together. She was kissing the girl’s adorable little mouth, probing it with her tongue. And the child was kissing her back!

Barbara squirmed beneath the sheets, legs scissoring together as she fingered herself, lost in this crazy fantasy of sex with an underage girl. The air was thickening with the scent of her desire.

The scene shifted again. Now the blonde nymph was straddling her face, smiling sweetly down at Barbara as she lowered her sex to a point just an inch or two above the older woman’s mouth.

Barbara pictured herself gazing at the girl’s smooth slit, now glistening with the dew of arousal. Licking her lips, Barbara raised her head from the pillow to press a open-mouthed kiss into the moist pink flesh.

In her mind, she heard the child cry out ecstatically as she licked at the smooth cleft, ending with a playful flick at her clitoris. Then Barbara wriggled the tip of her tongue into the girl’s vagina, instantly loving the imagined taste of her. Sugar and spice, she thought.

She saw herself shifting her gaze upward as she licked, wanting to catch a glimpse of pleasure on the little blonde’s face…

…only somehow, the little cutie from the grocery store had transformed into a different girl, one with a rounder face and auburn hair — Becky!?

And Barbara’s body seized up as she launched into a convulsive orgasm, breath hissing through clenched teeth, bucking wildly on the bed as what felt like oceans of molten lava roiled and churned inside. In her mind, she saw a frozen snapshot of the image that had made her come so intensely: Becky, perched atop her face, head thrown back and whimpering with delight as Mommy kissed and licked at her adolescent sex.

Then as Barbara’s orgasmic pleasure began to ebb, another vision elbowed its way into her consciousness. She imagined herself sitting naked on the couch, an equally nude Becky straddling her lap, the two of them kissing like lovers. She could almost feel the softness of the child’s mouth pressing against hers; seemed to hear Becky humming contentedly as their tongues met and mingled in a dance of passion.

Barbara was suddenly trembling from head to toe as, without warning, a second orgasm came thundering down like a bolt from the blue. Somehow she managed to seize a corner of the blanket with her free hand and press it to her face, muffling the hoarse scream that exploded from her throat while her body spasmed helplessly, out of control.

These sensations of pleasure rose to a near-unbearable crescendo, then slowly faded, leaving a dazed Barbara behind.

She lay quietly, bathed in sweat, breathing heavily — and deeply troubled. What had just happened? Had she really just masturbated to orgasm, gotten off to a vision of making love to Becky? 

Not only had she done that very thing, she was still aroused at the idea of it! Despite the horror she felt at this incestuous fantasy, the tingling of her sex told a very different tale. Visions of a naked, willing Becky flashed through her mind like some perverted slide show.

Without thinking, Barbara’s hand had drifted between her legs again, until the realization of what she was about to do made her snatch it back. She sat up in bed, clutching her head as if to squash the forbidden thoughts lurking within, her body numb with shock.

There was no way to sugarcoat this, Barbara knew. The truth had to be faced. She was sexually attracted to her own daughter.

It was crazy; didn’t make sense. It felt like something lifted from a science fiction story where you step outside the door of your home, only to find yourself in a completely unfamiliar world. And when you turn back around, she thought, the doorway isn’t there anymore. She gazed wildly around the room, as if to make sure she hadn’t met with such a fate.

Incest. She silently mouthed the word. Lesbian incest with her eleven-year old daughter! The very thought was taboo, never mind actually committing such an act…

Her fingers drummed nervously on her thigh. What to do? What to do? If she only had someone to talk to about this! Barbara knew, though, that this was a secret she dared not reveal; no, not to anyone. Not even Erika. The barest possibility of having her child taken from her was too great a risk.

Barbara took a deep breath, then exhaled, slowly counting to ten in an attempt to quell her jangling nerves.

Gradually, she managed to calm herself, lying back down to stare up at the ceiling. It was an unsettling situation, true, but nothing to fall to pieces over. These cravings she felt for Becky were disturbing, even sick — but they were only cravings. She certainly had no intention of making love to her little girl, and nobody knew of her dark secret.

At last, she shrugged. It’s okay, she told herself, really. Don’t overreact. It’s not as if you’re going to make a move on her, after all. This little obsession will fade away before long. You just have to try not to think of Becky as a, well, sexual creature. 

She relaxed, drawing the thin blanket up to her chin as she settled in for the night. What you need is a few hours in bed with Erika, she told herself, smiling wryly. That should take the edge off, at least. 

After awhile she managed to fall asleep, more or less reassured.

But desire is a genie who, once freed, may not be so easily returned to its bottle, stoppered inside and cast away. Barbara continued to dwell on her daughter, and how very lovely she was. The very next morning, she found herself watching Becky while the girl buttered her toast, suddenly wondering what it would be like to give her daughter’s pretty mouth a lover’s kiss.

Over and over again in the days that followed, Barbara would catch herself gazing longingly at her child’s uncovered legs as she lay sprawled on the couch, or admiring the curve of Becky’s bare shoulder.

At night, the situation was no less unnerving. Barbara was masturbating more frequently than she had since her teenage years — at least once every night, and often in the morning. And despite her every effort, Becky continued to intrude into her fantasies; naked, vulnerable and all too eager to be loved by her mother.

Even worse, Barbara was now taunted by visions of Becky making love to her. She imagined it: the child lying between her legs, pressing her face into the wheat-hued thatch that adorned Mommy’s cunt, slipping her tongue into the moist channel from which she had emerged more than eleven years ago. Just the thought of it was enough to make Barbara wet — and deeply ashamed.

As if that weren’t enough, she couldn’t even escape into her Goth lover’s arms for a moment’s relief. Erika’s grandmother had passed away during the weekend, and the teen had been whisked off to Kentucky for the funeral, leaving Barbara trapped with this terrifying hunger that, at times, seemed poised to consume her.

And inevitably, she began to wonder if sharing sexual love with her daughter would truly be such a terrible thing.

Is it really so wrong? she thought, struggling to make sense of her feelings. We love each other. Wouldn’t this simply be taking our love to a new level… giving our relationship a kind of intimacy that most mothers and daughters don’t get to share? 

Barbara was still determined not to give in to these forbidden cravings for Becky, but she also wondered if her resolve was beginning to falter a bit.

And now on this lovely July afternoon, as she sat at the kitchen table, the sight of her child in summery clothing was making Barbara feel all warm and… hungry inside.

Feeling herself shiver, Barbara shook her head in an attempt to clear it, then forced herself to return to her magazine and stop stealing glances at her daughter. She stared at the page. Fifteen Barbecuing Ideas for a Festive Summer...

Becky opened the refrigerator, peered inside, shut the door, stood motionless for a few beats, then padded across the room and sat down across from her mother, eyes lowered shyly. She was very quiet, so unlike herself. Normally, she was bright and bubbly, never still for very long. Now she sat silently, waiting for her mother to notice. Finally Barbara glanced up from the magazine, a bit puzzled by her daughter’s silence.

“Mommy…” began Becky softly, before Barbara could speak. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, pumpkin, of course,” Barbara replied, gazing at her daughter curiously.

“It’s, uh… it’s kind of personal, Mommy.”

“Well,” Barbara replied hesitantly, “I might not want to answer… but you can always ask.”

Becky looked at the table top intently for a moment, then took a deep breath, looked up at her mother and spoke. “Do you… like to, um, touch yourself between your legs?”

Barbara’s mouth fell open, and she could feel the blood drain from her face. Oh, God, this was exactly the kind of thing she should not be discussing with Becky right then, not with these unwanted feelings of sexual hunger still taunting her. Teasing her. Making her want things she knew she couldn’t have.

She swallowed. “W-well… yes, I do, pumpkin. If you’re asking if I like to masturbate, then I do.” She ran a shaking hand through her hair. “Um… why do you ask, Becky?”

“Oh…” Becky blushed. “I… I read about it in one of your magazines. And some girls I know were talking about, um, doing it the other day… we were in the changing room at the pool. They all said… well, that it feels really great. When you c-come, I mean.”

“Hmmmm,” Barbara said, trying to conceal her rising excitement. “And what did you say, honey?”

“Nothing, Mommy,” Becky replied, her cheeks flushed, poking at the salt and pepper shakers with nervous fingers, unable to meet her mother’s eyes. “I don’t really… I don’t know how to, to… m-masturbate. That’s kind of why I wanted to talk to you…”

“Don’t you ever touch yourself, Becky?” said Barbara, images of the child caressing her pussy suddenly flickering in her head. She pictured Becky’s legs spread wide, the girl’s hand moving between them.

“I’ve tried, Mommy,” Becky said quietly. “but I don’t know how to do it right, I guess.” She shrugged. “It doesn’t feel like… oh, like the way everyone says, anyway.” She raised her face to Barbara’s. “Do you think you could teach me how, Mommy?”

Barbara’s head was spinning. A simple “yes,” would have her teetering on the very brink of madness, of giving in to her incestuous obsession. Good sense told her to refuse Becky’s request outright, but her heedless body pulsed with an excitement that was impossible to ignore.

All the familiar excuses began to scroll through Barbara’s mind yet again. Would it actually be so bad? Don’t we love each other? Couldn’t it make us closer than ever? 

She began to think about what Becky was asking for: a mother’s help in learning to give herself pleasure. It could be a bonding experience for them, really, and a chance to teach Becky the wonders of her growing body. Besides, the thought of guiding her adorable daughter through her first orgasm was too tantalizing to resist. Surely it would be a far nicer experience for her eleven-year-old than the adolescent fumblings of some immature boy.

Barbara knew full well that these were nothing more than lame excuses cobbled together to justify her own forbidden infatuation, but with every passing day, she was becoming less and less willing to deny herself what she wanted. Only two weeks ago, the seed had taken root within her; now, the idea of making love to Becky seemed downright inviting.

Should she do this? Could she? Barbara stared at the girl, her mind racing furiously.

Silently, a decision was made.

“Okay, pumpkin… I’ll show you how,” she breathed.

Becky’s face lit up, and she padded barefoot to her mother with both arms outstretched to hug her tightly about the waist, head buried in the folds of her dress. Barbara soothingly stroked her daughter’s soft hair, tendrils of excitement wafting through her as Becky’s hands innocently touched her ass.

Barbara tingled with anticipation at the thought of exploring her daughter’s body. She allowed her hands to slide down Becky’s back, gently caressing her, feeling a tremor run through her child’s slight frame.

“Come with me, pumpkin,” said Barbara. She took the girl by the hand and led her upstairs, to the master bedroom.

Once inside, Barbara sat down on the bed, positioning Becky between her spread legs. Her skirt rode up her thighs, revealing the red panties she’d worn to work that day. Seeing the wide-eyed expression on the girl’s face, Barbara hoisted her skirt up to her waist, giving her daughter an even better view of her sexy underwear — and the insides of her creamy thighs.

Becky stood transfixed at the sight of her mother exposing herself, something she’d never seen her do before, at least not in such a blatant way.

“Do you like seeing my panties, Becky?” Barbara said softly. “Do you think they’re pretty?”

“Oh, Mommy,” squealed Becky. “they are pretty!”

Barbara spread her legs wider, giving Becky a good look at her panty-clad sex. “I like it when you look at me that way, pumpkin.”

“I … I like it too…”

“Could I see you in your panties?” Barbara murmured, her heart throbbing.

“Sure, Mommy… if you really want to,” replied Becky with a bashful smile.

“Yes, I would,” Barbara whispered. “I’d like that very much.”

Becky unsnapped her tight shorts, then placed a hand on Barbara’s knee to balance herself as she twisted and struggled to slide them down her thighs.

“Here, let me help you.” Barbara used both hands to grip Becky’s shorts by the waist, then slide them down over her narrow hips. As she did, her child’s pink cotton knickers were revealed.

Becky daintily stepped from her shorts, then stood beaming before Barbara. “Do you think my panties are pretty, Mommy?” she cooed as she spun round in a clumsy pirouette, then looked over her shoulder at her mother.

“Yes, pumpkin,” Barbara breathed, “I do.” She could clearly see the contours of her child’s luscious ass, and an enticing strip of bare midriff showed below her halter top. Barbara drew Becky closer and placed a hand on the girl’s side, absorbed in her beauty. Becky swayed dreamily, her buttocks curving temptingly before Barbara’s rapt gaze.

“So… what would you like me to teach you?” asked Barbara as her hand drifted to her daughter’s lower back, dropping down to cup the girl’s bottom.

“I want…” Becky began softly, then broke into an excited giggle. “I’d love for you to show me how to, to make myself feel good!”

“Now, what if,” she breathed in Becky’s ear, her pulse racing, “what if instead, I were to make you feel good, pumpkin…?”

“Would you?” Becky squirmed back against Barbara’s hand.

“Yes. I’d love to, baby.”

“Will you do that to me now, Mommy? Please?”

“Oh, yes, Becky,” Barbara crooned gently, slipping a hand into the back of her daughter’s panties, feeling the warmth of her bare bottom. She felt as if she might come right then, just from the thrill of touching her little girl in such an intimate way.

“Oh, Mommy,” said Becky, quivering in her mother’s embrace. “I love you…”

“I love you too, my angel,” Barbara breathed. She tremblingly caressed Becky once more, then sat back to admire the girl, her heart thumping wildly. This was it — the point of no return. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, then slowly opened them, giving Becky a warm smile.

“Okay, pumpkin… take your panties off for me.”

Becky quickly slid out of her knickers and stood before her mother, clad only in her thin top. Barbara felt hot and cold at the same time as she drank in the view of Becky’s slit, noting that her daughter hadn’t begun to grow pubic hair yet. She gently pulled the girl close, placing a quivering hand on the girl’s tummy.

“Becky,” Barbara whispered as her hand inched down her daughter’s body, “I’m going to do something really nice to you now. Okay?”

Wordlessly, Becky nodded her head, then whimpered “Oh,” as her mother let one finger brush over the cleft of her vagina. She placed both hands on Barbara’s shoulders to support herself, arching her hips forward to feel more of that exploring finger.

“Do you like that?” whispered Barbara, her heart racing.

Becky opened her mouth, but couldn’t speak as powerful new feelings flooded through her. She shuddered pleasurably as Barbara gently parted the slightly sticky labia with her fingers to expose the tiny clit. Becky was trembling, holding onto her mother tightly, soft little sounds coming from deep in her throat.

Barbara slipped one finger between her daughter’s honeyed pussy lips, sliding upward to brush the clitoris. She began to stroke it with the lightest of caresses, and Becky moaned softly.

Barbara glanced up to see Becky’s nipples, clearly visible through the thin material of her top. She used her free hand to lift the shirt, pulling it up, exposing the girl’s bare chest. As if in a trance, she leaned forward to take a pink bud between her lips.

She sucked Becky’s nipple, making her child mewl ecstatically, then moved to pleasure its twin in the same way. At the same time, Barbara continued to stroke Becky’s clit until suddenly, she knew that her daughter was about to come.

“Oooohmommymommymommy!” Becky gibbered helplessly, her head thrown back, clutching Barbara’s face tightly to her heaving chest. “Oooh, Mommy! What’s happening to me…?” A wild cry broke from her lips as the child shook in her mother’s embrace. “Ohhhh! OH! Oh, Mommy!” she squealed, climaxing for the very first time.

Barbara continued to pleasure Becky with her exploring hand and hot, sucking mouth until she knew that the girl could take no more. She gently broke away from her daughter, and a dreamy-eyed Becky sighed contentedly as she lay down, slowly sinking into the bed next to where her mother sat.

“Oh… Mommy,” she gasped, “wh-what was that? What did you do to me?”

“I made you come, pumpkin,” Barbara cooed as she stood to remove her dress. “Now you know how it feels.” She let the garment drop to the floor, unhooked and removed her bra, then tugged her wet panties down to her ankles and stepped from them. Naked, she stood with her thighs slightly parted, on display for her daughter.

“Gosh, Mommy,” Becky exclaimed softly as she sat upright, transfixed by her mother’s nudity, “you are so… so beautiful!”

“Do you think I have a pretty pussy?” Barbara murmured seductively, stroking her belly.

Becky blushed. “Yes, Mommy… I think your, your p-pussy is very pretty.” She bit her lip for a moment, then peered timidly up at her mother. “Can I touch you there, now? I… I want to make you… come, too! Can I? Pleeease?”

“Yes you can, pumpkin,” Barbara sighed happily as she lay down on the bed, parting her thighs to give access to her daughter’s curious fingers.

“Wow… you’re so warm. And wet!” Becky breathed, fingers exploring between her mother’s legs, tentatively at first, but with an increasing confidence. “Have you ever let a girl touch you here before, Mommy?”

“Oooh, I have, yes,” Barbara moaned. “I’ve let a girl kiss me there, too… and lick me.”

“Really?” Becky gasped, her free hand flying to her mouth. “Did… did you do that to her?!”

“Yes, I did,” Barbara murmured, “and it was wonderful. Her pussy was yummy.”

“Wow…” Becky said, fascinated by this revelation. “So, what does getting licked… down there… well, what does it feel like?”

“Oh, it’s the most amazing feeling in the world, pumpkin,” Barbara cooed, “even better than when someone touches you there.” Gazing deep into Becky’s eyes, she whispered, “It’s one of my favorite ways of making love.”

Becky stood in thought for a moment, then her eyes met Barbara’s. “Mommy…” she began hesitantly, “c-can I…?” She faltered, blushing hotly, too bashful to finish.

“Mmmm, yes, my pumpkin. You can kiss my pussy… if you really want to,” said Barbara, answering her daughter’s unfinished question with a smile, all the while trying to conceal the storm of lust that raged inside her. God… can this really be happening?

“Cool!” Becky cried as she knelt before her mother. Placing warm hands on Barbara’s thighs, she hesitantly lowered her face between her mother’s legs. Barbara could feel the child’s hot breath caress her sex, and it made her tingle deliciously.

“Ooooh,” Becky murmured, “you smell really nice, Mommy.”

Barbara trembled as she waited for the touch of her daughter’s mouth. Then Becky’s tongue brushed lightly against her slit, and she cried out, “Oh God honey yes… that feels so wonderful!”

Becky licked again at her mother’s pussy, sampling the taste of the older woman, deciding that she liked the flavor. She pressed her lips against Barbara’s sex in a loving kiss, her tongue emerging to explore. As Becky began to eagerly lap the moist pink flesh, she slipped both hands beneath her mother’s bottom, cupping her cheeks. She burrowed deeper between those silken thighs, nuzzling Mommy’s flower.

“Yes, my sweet baby.” Barbara moaned, “oh God, I love you… p-please, honey, lick me, please, yes, lick my pussy…” She spread her thighs further apart, opening herself to her daughter’s adoring mouth. The moist sounds of oral love and the thickening scent of cunt seemed to fill Barbara’s head completely.

“Mmmm… you taste good, Mommy!” said Becky as she pulled back to look up at Barbara, the child’s mouth and chin coated with her mother’s juices. “Am I doing this right?”

“Oh, yes!” gasped Barbara as she guided the girl’s sweet face back between her thighs. “Yes! You are!” Hit by a sudden inspiration, she parted juicy labia to expose her throbbing clitoris to Becky. “Pumpkin,” she panted, “if you lick at this p-part of my pussy… well, that feels better than just about anything…”

Becky found her mother’s clit, teasing it with the tip of her tongue, then her youthful lips quickly encircled it, sucking lightly.

Barbara cried out, holding the child’s head tightly to her as she burst into a frenzied climax. She shivered helplessly, white-hot flashes of pleasure searing her body from head to toe, inside and out. Her free hand snatched frantically at the bedsheets as she came in her daughter’s mouth.

Becky continued to lick and suck at her mother, drinking of her essence until Barbara placed a shaking hand on the girl’s shoulder and gasped, “N-no more, honey.”

The girl drew back, but remained on her knees, resting a cheek on her mother’s thigh as Barbara sprawled out on the bed, panting like a marathon runner.

“Becky,” she finally managed to get out a moment later, “t-that was… marvelous. Thank you, angel… for making your mommy feel so good.”

“Can you do that to me now?” asked Becky dreamily, licking her pussy-wet lips.

“Of course I can.” said Barbara, the thought of tasting her daughter quickly renewing her strength — and her desire. She patted the bed. “Get on all fours for me, pumpkin… and push your bottom up.”

With a delighted smile, Becky tugged her top off and tossed it to the floor, which left her naked but for the tiny pink socks on her feet. She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on hands and knees, gazing coyly over the left shoulder at her mother.

Barbara’s cunt tingled as she gazed at Becky’s adorable ass, the flawless cheeks spread slightly apart. She lowered her head to kiss one soft buttock, nuzzling the child’s smooth, silky skin. Her tongue trailed its way to Becky’s puckered asshole and licked around the sensitive ring.

“Mommy! What are you doing!?” gasped a shocked Becky.

Barbara didn’t answer, just continued to lick the pink cleft between her child’s buttocks… and soon enough, Becky was squirming with pleasure. “Oooh, Mommy… I like that!” she panted. “I didn’t know my b-bottom could feel so good!”

“Mmmm…” hummed Barbara as she tasted Becky’s ass, her tongue sliding up and down the girl’s crack. She took one last lick, then raised her head to murmur, “Lie down on your back now, okay?”

Becky quickly rolled over onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for her mother. Barbara knelt between her child’s outstretched leg, then grasped them, bringing them up, pushing them back until the girl’s knees touched her chest. The child’s vulva was completely exposed to Barbara’s eager eyes, and she fell to her elbows, her face inches from the rosy slit.

Barbara gently parted Becky’s labia with two fingers, then dipped her head to slide the tip of her tongue along the vaginal opening.

Becky gasped, then grabbed her own legs behind the knees and clutched them tightly, biting her lower lip as, once again, unbelievably delicious sensations coursed through her body.

Barbara held the back of her daughter’s thighs to hold the shivering girl steady, then wriggled her tongue into Becky’s tight pussy — at least, as deeply as she was able to go. Then she began to slowly work it in and out.

As she tongue-fucked the child’s vagina, Barbara stimulated her even further with a trick she’d learned from Erika, touched her daughter’s clitoris with the ball of the thumb, brushing the tiny nubbin with feather-light strokes.

The girl couldn’t last for very long, not with her mother pleasuring her so well. She came quickly, moaning deliriously through her climax, Barbara’s mouth glued to her baby-smooth sex the whole time.

Barbara guided Becky through her orgasm, gently bringing the child back down to earth as the raw heat of it slowly faded into a warm glow. Finally she rolled onto one side, watching the rise and fall of her daughter’s chest as the preteen girl struggled to regain her breath.

“There,” Barbara sighed happily. “That’s making love, Becky. Did you like it?”

“Oh, Mommy!” gasped Becky. “I loved it! I want you to do it to me… all the time!” Then she rose up on one elbow and took Barbara’s hand. “I want to do it to you some more, Mommy.”

Barbara’s heart swelled with love for her child — the daughter who had now become something more. “I’d love that, pumpkin,” she smiled.

“So… do I taste good down there?” queried Becky.

“Mmm-hmm,” purred Barbara, as she ran a finger over Becky’s moist labia, making the girl squeal, then held it out for her to sample. “Here, try it for yourself!”

Becky parted her lips to accept her mother’s wet finger, then took it into her mouth, sucking it. Testing the flavor for a moment, she then smiled and licked her lips. “Mmmmm,”she purred.

“Honey,” Barbara said, suddenly serious, “you know that this… what we’ve just done… well, it makes us more than just a mother and daughter.”

Becky’s eyes grew wide. “Wow,” she breathed. “You mean, like, I’m your girlfriend now? Is that because we, we just made love?”

“In a way, I… I guess you are, pumpkin,” Barbara said, squeezing her child’s hand. “And, to be honest — well, mothers really aren’t supposed to make love to their daughters. But… but I wanted to be with you so very much.” Her eyes began to grow moist as she glanced at her child, suddenly fearful. “Becky… do you feel at all bad about this?”

“Gosh, no, Mommy,” Becky replied, bringing her mother’s hand to her face and kissing the palm. “I want to be your g-girlfriend. I love you so much… and I really want us to do this again.” She suddenly grinned. “Can we do it every night?”

Barbara laughed. “Oh, baby, we’ll see… I’m not sure my heart could stand the excitement, though!”

Becky rolled onto her back, giving her mother a come-hither glance. “Well, I feel like making love to you again… right now!” 

“Mmmm, my sweet child,” Barbara crooned, stretching out next to her daughter. She took Becky’s face in her hands. “Hey, want to learn how you kiss a lover…?”

The lust-filled expression on the child’s face softened into one of purest bliss. “Yeah, Mommy,” she whispered, “Please kiss me.”

Barbara lowered her face to nuzzle her daughter’s neck. Becky sighed as her mother left a trail of soft kisses up to her ear, then gasped as Barbara took her earlobe between her lips and nipped it lightly. Her mouth then journeyed to Becky’s, and she gave her daughter a warm, loving peck. She pulled back to gaze adoringly into the girl’s dreamy eyes, then leaned close to nibble gently at her lips before claiming Becky’s mouth with her own, tongue emerging as she kissed her daughter — really kissed her — for the first time.

Becky was content to passively accept her mother’s honeyed kiss, at first, but soon her own tongue flashed to life, joining in the loveplay as her desire grew sharp again.

Mother and child kissed hungrily, their bodies squirming together in a heated rekindling of arousal. Heart thumping, Barbara rolled over onto her back, pulling Becky on top, their mouths still locked together.

Becky raised her face from her mother’s and shook her mane of auburn hair, then let her eyes travel down the length of Barbara’s bare body and back up again. “Mmmm, Mommy,” she purred, “your boobs are so pretty.” And without another word she gently cupped one of her mother’s large breasts in her hand and flicked her tongue at a nipple, then took it between her lips to suckle.

Barbara moaned at how divine that felt, her daughter’s warm mouth on her breast. Then her excitement soared even higher as she felt the child’s hand slide down her tummy and between her thighs to touch her wet pussy. Becky’s mouth moved to her mother’s other breast, her tongue teasing the tip as she pressed her fingers into the juicy heat of Barbara’s cunt.

“Mmm, yes,” Barbara gasped in delight. “Put your f-fingers inside me, pumpkin… push them right into my pussy.”

And the thirtyish mother arched her back as her daughter did just that, a whimper escaping her throat. “Ohhh… yes, that’s good. Now — ooh! — just work your fingers in and… and out of me.” She stared into Becky’s eyes, licking her lips. “You’ll be fucking me then, baby…”

“Cool,” Becky whispered eagerly. She began to do as her mother wanted, pushing two fingers into her body, withdrawing them, then sliding them in again. The girl’s thrusts slowly accelerated as she fell into a steady rhythm.

Barbara opened her eyes to savor this incredible sight — the naked child kneeling between her legs, brow furrowed in concentration as she worked her fingers in and out of her mother’s vagina.

It felt wonderful, even though Becky’s fingers were too small to penetrate Barbara’s cunt as deeply as she wanted…

“H-hold on,” Barbara panted, placing a hand on her daughter’s wrist, stopping the girl in mid-thrust. “Becky, do you want to make me feel really good?”

“Sure,” the eleven-year-old enthused. “This is fun. I love… fucking you, Mommy!” And she giggled, delighted at being able to use such a bad word in front of her mother.

Barbara laughed, charmed by the girl’s bravado. “Well, then… I want you to put all four of your fingers inside me, instead of two, and… fuck me that way for a while. Then,” she continued, a flash of excitement lighting her eyes, “when I tell you to, I want you to fold your thumb into your palm like this” — she held up her hand to demonstrate — “and push your hand all the way inside.”

Becky’s eyes were huge. “M-my whole hand? Won’t… won’t that hurt you, Mommy?”

Barbara shook her head. “It shouldn’t… after all, you came out of there not so very long ago. Just try, honey. If it hurts me, I’ll make you stop — I promise.”

The girl hesitantly withdrew her index and middle fingers, just far enough to join the other two, then carefully slid the tips of all four digits into her mother’s pussy.

Barbara sighed happily. “Yeah… that feels nice, baby.”

Her confidence increasing, Becky began to push harder, opening up her mother to take more of her hand. “It’s… it’s going inside, Mommy!”

“Ohhhh… I can feel it, yes… mmmmmmfff!” Her daughter’s fingers pressed even deeper, stretching the entrance of Barbara’s cunt in a lovely marriage of pain and pleasure. And she knew that this was only the prelude…

After she and Erika had made love two weeks earlier, and they lay entwined in Barbara’s bed, the cute Goth lesbian described the time she had fisted an older lover of hers once, and how awed she had been by the sheer ferocity of the woman’s climax. The idea sounded intriguing, but Barbara had been uncertain as to whether she could accommodate Erika’s hand or not, and the subject hadn’t come up again.

But she continued to think about fisting after that day — imagining herself spread out before her young lover, body taut as piano wire, the tattooed teen hand-fucking her cunt until she screamed from the pure, blinding rapture of it.

Now her eleven-year-old daughter was about to do that very thing for her instead, and that made the idea even more thrilling.

“Okay,” Barbara whispered, “Do it now… put your hand inside me.”

And she dug her fingernails into her palms as Becky’s hand began to penetrate her cunt, inhaling sharply at the unimaginable sensation of her daughter’s knuckles slipping past the vaginal opening.

And with one final push, that wonderful, beautiful hand was inside her, sinking into her body right up to the wrist. Barbara threw her head back, a wild animal cry torn from her throat.

There was a ringing in her ears, but she heard Becky’s frightened voice. “M-mommy? Are — are you okay?”

Barbara quickly placed a hand on her child’s arm before Becky tried to withdraw from her. “Yes, pumpkin,” she panted. “It… it feels lovely. Now… make your hand into a fist, if you can.” And she moaned as she felt the girl’s fingers shifting around inside her body.

The warm, wet walls of Barbara’s sex gripped Becky’s hand tightly as the wide-eyed girl clenched her fingers together. “Okay, Mommy,” she said, “I… I did it. Does it still feel good?”

“Yes,” whispered Barbara, stunned at how wonderful the slightest movement of her girl’s hand felt. “Oh! Oh yes, Becky, just like that. Now m-move it in and out… mmmm, yes! Fuck your mommy, pumpkin!”

Becky began to rock her hand forward, then back, gradually getting a motion going. She fell into a slow, steady rhythm, gradually penetrating even deeper as Barbara’s body accepted her daughter’s loving intrusion. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth as Becky worked her hand back and forth, back and forth.

It was incredible; fucking as the 36-year-old divorcee had never known it. Her entire body seemed to hum like some enormous purring machine, her daughter’s fist a churning piston. The humming seemed to grow louder and higher-pitched by the second, then Barbara realized the sound was issuing from her own throat.

“Give it to me, baby, yes,” Barbara managed to gasp. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

And Becky did…

Barbara shuddered as a climax began deep inside, then rocked through her body like a rolling thunderclap. Becky’s hand kept moving, sawing in and out of her vagina as Barbara thrashed on the bed. The whole world seemed reduced to the hard rhythm of cunt and fist.

Becky watched in awe as her mother came for a full sixty seconds, panting and gasping, finally placing a trembling hand over her daughter’s to halt her motion.

Then Barbara’s eyes widened in disbelief as another orgasm smashed into her body, rippling outward in waves from her throbbing sex, which still gripped tightly at Becky’s fist. She shook helplessly, gasping, “Oh m-m-my g-g-g-GOD…” riding the crazy roller coaster of ecstasy until it finally ground to a slow, squeaking stop.

Finally Barbara sighed happily and relaxed, her head sinking into the pillow. “Okay,” she whispered, “take your hand out now… but do it slowly.”

Biting her lower lip. Becky carefully withdrew from her mother’s vagina, gradually pulling free with a wet sound. She brought her glistening hand to her face to examine it, then began to lick her fingers. “Yum!” she squealed with delight.

“Mmmm, pumpkin… come lie with me now,” Barbara cooed,” Mommy needs to hold her little girlfriend.”

Grinning happily, Becky crawled into her mother’s arms, burying her face in Barbara’s breasts.

“I love you so much, Mommy…” she whispered. “This is the best thing ever!”

Lifting her daughter’s face up to hers and gazing deep into the child’s green eyes, Barbara’s brought Becky close for a tender kiss. “I’m glad this happened between us, honey,” she murmured, “and I love you, too… more than I can say.”

She kissed the young girl once more, this time allowing it to linger. Becky’s mouth came to life again as she moved on top of her nude mother, already wondering what sexy games they would play next.

The End