Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

I woke up around 9:30 the next morning, took a quick shower, put on a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt, then puttered around in my room for a while before going downstairs to get something to eat. When I came into the kitchen I found my mom drinking coffee with…… Katrina!!

They were sitting at the breakfast table along with Molly, who was eating a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. Katrina was wearing a pair of my mom’s running shorts and a loose yellow tank top. She was barefoot, and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, so I had to conclude that she’d spent the night.

Wow! I was really surprised, but I tried to be nonchalant about it.

My mother, who was wearing a nice silk robe, introduced me to Katrina — or pretended to introduce me, since I’d met her the night before in my mom’s bed. I sat down with them at the table, trying to digest this new information.

Did it mean my mom had a girlfriend now? Did it mean Katrina was going to be her permanent or at least semi-permanent lover? I wasn’t sure yet how I would feel about that. The woman seemed nice enough, although I hadn’t got to know her much other than sexually.

But if there was going to be someone new and special in my mother’s life, I worried that she might then have less time to spend with me, and I was afraid that would make me jealous.

While I was pondering all this, my mom got up from the table, brought me a glass of orange juice, and kissed the top of my head. “Are you hungry, sweetie? Want me to make you something? Pancakes, french toast, eggs, you name it.”

I smiled at her as she ruffled my hair. “Thanks, Mom, I think I’ll just have some cereal, and maybe, um, a piece of toast.”

“Okay, pick out whatever cereal you want and I’ll fix your toast.”

Katrina looked kind of tired — I had no idea how long they’d stayed up after I went to bed — but she really was very pretty. She’d put on some fresh makeup and her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had the most beautiful skin, and I just loved her blue eyes. They were almost, like, aqua or something.

She noticed me staring at her eyes and smiled. “How old are you, Julie?” That was funny, because I had told her my age the night before.

“I’m 12,” I said. She winked at me as though we were sharing a private joke. I winked back at her.

A few minutes later, as I was working on my second piece of toast, Kate came into the kitchen. She stopped when she saw a stranger there.

“Good morning, precious,” said my mom, giving Kate a kiss on the cheek. “Do you want something to eat? Oh, wait, let me introduce you. Kate, this is Katrina. Katrina, my daughter Kate. She’s 10.”

“Hello, Kate,” said Katrina, cheerfully.

“Um, hi,” mumbled Kate.

“Sit down, sweetie, and let me get you a glass of juice,” my mom told her. Molly had already finished eating and had gone up to play in her room, so Kate took the chair she’d been in.

As she sat down, my sister caught my eye, raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly toward my mother. I gave her a little smile, as if to say, ‘Yep, you were right about her’.

My mom kept offering to cook something for us, but nobody wanted anything special. Kate had cereal, and Katrina just drank coffee. We chatted pleasantly, though not about anything important.

When I was finished, I got up to go to my room and put on some nicer clothes. As I was buttoning my favorite pink blouse, which I was wearing with a new pair of jeans, my mother knocked on the door and came into my room. She sat on my bed, crossing her legs. The silk robe came open, revealing her long, beautiful legs.

She may have been my mother, but she was also a very sexy woman, and I often felt myself becoming aroused when I looked at her body. She saw me staring at her legs and smiled.

“Did you sleep okay last night, baby?”

“Yeah, great.”

“And did you have a nice time before then?”

“Really nice.” I’d finished buttoning my blouse, so I sat on the bed beside my mother. I put my hand on her bare thigh and rested my head on her shoulder. I loved her very much, and I wanted her very much.

“Katrina’s getting ready to leave,” she told me. “She taking a shower first, in my bathroom. Do you think you like her?”

“I guess. I don’t really know her very well, though.”

“No, I suppose you don’t.” She stood up, taking my hand. “Why don’t you come with me to my room, and maybe you’ll have a chance to talk a little more with her before she goes.”

When we entered my mom’s bedroom, Katrina was just coming out of the bathroom. She was naked, with a towel wrapped around her hair. She looked stunning. Her breasts were almost unbelievably perfect, full and round with pointed nipples, her legs long, slender, and smooth. Her pussy was completely shaved, pink and inviting.

If I had been excited by looking at my mother’s legs a few minutes earlier, now I was even more excited. Was it possible, I hoped, that we could have sex again right now, the three of us, even though my sisters were both awake? I seriously doubted that would happen, but I could still feel myself getting wet.

“Ah, that’s a lot better,” said Katrina, as she took the towel off her head, shaking her hair out. It was only wet on the ends, so apparently she hadn’t shampooed it. “Very refreshing.”

She picked up a pair of silky white tap pants and stepped into them. Then she began putting on a strapless white bra. She turned to me, “Will you do this up for me, honey?”

“Sure.”

I went to her and hooked the bra behind her back. She smelled clean and sexy. Her perfume was something exotic, like the scent of a tropical island.

As she sat down to pull on a pair of white pumps, she said, “Julie, do you know that when I was a little girl, younger than you, my mother used to get in bed with me every night and play with me?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I didn’t say anything.

“She did. My sweet mommy would come in at night and get in my bed and she would put her hands on me and kiss me and play with me. She taught me how a woman likes to be touched. She showed me how to lick her nipples and how to put my fingers in her pussy and everything.”

She took my hand and looked into my eyes, “Does your mommy get in bed with you at night sometimes and play with you?”

I glanced again at my mother and she nodded that it was okay for me to answer honestly.

“Yeah, she does. It’s, um, it’s nice,” I blushed.

“Yes, it is, of course it is,” Katrina said. “Mommies should love their little girls. But you’re 12 already, right? Do you know how old I was when my mom first got in my bed at night and started playing with me?”

I shook my head.

“I was 7 years old,” she said. “I was 7.”

That surprised me. I briefly tried to imagine my mother getting in bed with Molly, who’d just turned 8. And it surprised me even more when that mental image made my pussy start to tingle.

“From when I was 7 until I was almost 16,” the woman continued, “my mom used to come to my room almost every night. Later I got stupid and told her I wanted her to stop. But now she’s gone and I don’t have a mommy to love me any more.”

I thought she might start to cry.

“And I don’t have a sweet little girl to play with, either, like your mommy does.”

Sighing deeply, Katrina stood and went to my mother’s vanity. Dressed only in the tap panties, bra, and high heels, she looked incredibly seductive. She pulled a brush through her hair a few times and checked her makeup in the mirror, then put on some dangly earrings.

“You’re very pretty, Julie. I like you,” she said.

“Um, I like you too.”

“Would it be all right if I got together with your mother again, and then maybe you can play with us some more, like last night?”

“Sure, anytime.”

Katrina turned to me and smiled. “I like being around little girls, especially very pretty and sexy girls like you.”

Walking to my mother’s closet, she took a pale pink dress from a hanger. It was strapless and lacy, very girly. She unzipped the dress and stepped into it, then asked me to zip it up in the back.

After checking her face in the mirror one more time, she gave me a long kiss, using lots of tongue. She kissed my mother, too, the same way, and then we left the room.

Katrina stopped by Molly’s bedroom to say goodbye. My baby sister got up from the floor where she was playing with her Barbies and gave the woman a big hug.

“Come and see me again real soon, okay?” Molly said, wrapping her arms around the woman’s waist. I thought that was strange since they had seen each other only briefly at breakfast. But then Molly was a happy and loving child, so maybe that explained it.

The young blonde kissed her on the head. “I promise I will.”

We went downstairs to the family room, where my other sister was watching TV.

“Bye, Kate, it was nice to meet you,” called Katrina, waving.

“Bye,” said Kate.

At the front door, my mother and Katrina kissed one more time, and then she was gone. Closing the door, my mom turned to me with a big smile. She seemed very happy.

Mom took Kate out to lunch a little later, and then they went shopping for clothes together. Kate got a nice new jacket and a couple of shirts. My mom bought herself a gorgeous white dress, very short and sexy. She tried it on for us when they got home, and we all told her she looked fantastic in it. Kate modeled her jacket and shirts too, and Molly and I agreed that they looked really cute on her.

Taking Kate out for lunch and shopping that day, just the two of them, was the kind of thing my mother often did with us, and still does. She treats each of her daughters as if we are unique and special, which to her we are without any doubt. I loved her for it when I was younger and now that I’m getting older (practically 18!), I’m amazed at how committed she has always been to us, making each of us know how much we are cherished and valued.

Anyway, that afternoon around 4:30, my mom came to my room. I was putting away some clean clothes that I’d just washed (when we turned 10, each of us were taught to do our own laundry).

“Hey sweetie,” she said, sitting on my bed. “Last night I promised that you and I could spend some time together today. So, how about if we go out for a little while now. We can go downtown and walk around a little — it’s really nice out — and then we’ll have dinner someplace together. Okay?”

“That sounds great, Mom. Do you have someone coming over to watch Kate and Molly?”

“No, I think Kate’s old enough now that she can take care of Molly for a little while. We should be back by 8:00 or so.”

“Okay, cool.”

My mother went to her room and put on the dress she’d just bought, matching it with a green belt and a gray suit jacket. She looked sensational.

Inspired by her outfit, I dashed up to my own room to change from my jeans and blouse into a short skirt and a tight sleeveless top along with a little cardigan sweater. When I came downstairs and my mom saw me, she said I absolutely had to be the prettiest 12-year-old girl in the whole world. That made me feel great!

My mother was right, it was a really nice fall day, sunny and still fairly warm. I’d been doing chores and hadn’t been outside yet.

We drove downtown and parked, then walked around for a while, holding hands. It felt so nice to me, as if we were lovers.

When my mom noticed a blonde woman in a short dress and heels sitting on a bench, showing lots of leg, she stopped and said, “Julie, check that out. Not bad, huh?”

“Wow, yeah, you’re right,” I agreed. “Not bad. Except…”

“Except what?”

“Well, um, how old do you think she is?”

“It’s hard to tell from here, but I would guess around 28 or so. Maybe a little older.”

“Yeah. See, I think what I like to look at more is younger girls, you know, teenagers and stuff.”

“So, you’re not interested in old babes like me, right?”

“No, Mommy, not you!” I squeezed her hand. “I think you’re prettier and more beautiful than any of them. I really do!”

“Oh, that’s sweet, honey.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and gave me a hug, kissing me on the forehead. I put my arm around her waist as we started walking again.

Not much further along we saw a younger girl, maybe 18 or 20, wearing really short denim shorts with sandals and a red top. She had nice legs.

“How about her, is she more your type?” asked my mom.

“Yeah, she is. I like her legs. Her skin looks really nice too.”

“Yes, it does.”

“That’s one of the things I like about Katrina, her skin I mean,” I told her. “It’s just so smooth and beautiful. And her legs are great. Well, everything about her. She’s really good looking.”

“She sure is, and she’s an amazing lover too,” commented my mother.

We walked some more, holding hands again, and then I said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can, honey. You can ask me anything.”

“Well, um, when you say someone is a good lover or not a good lover, what does that mean? What is it they do different? I’m just curious.”

She squeezed my hand. “That’s a good question. It’s a little hard to define, I suppose. But maybe for me what it means is that someone takes the time to find out what pleases her partner the most. She pays attention to how her lover is responding to what she’s doing. She is just as interested in giving pleasure as in getting it. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, it does.” I thought for a few minutes, and then I added, quietly, “I hope I’ll be a good lover someday.”

My mom stopped walking and gave me a big hug. She kissed my cheek. “Oh, sweetie, I know you will be. Already you’re such a kind and considerate and thoughtful person. That’s what makes the difference. You will be a wonderful lover, I promise you.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

As we started walking again, mother asked, “Are you getting hungry yet?”

“Yeah, a little,” I told her.

“Okay, I know a nice little place not far from here. It’s just around the corner from my office.”

We slowed down when we spotted a young woman wearing an extremely short red dress, or a jumper or something. She was talking on her cell phone. She had great legs and you could see everything, I mean all of her legs, practically up to the crotch.

My mother changed our path so we would pass near her as we crossed the street, and I got a nice look at her.

When we got to the restaurant, the owner greeted us. Apparently, he knew my mother. They were busy, but he told us he would make sure we got a table as quickly as possible.

I didn’t mind waiting because it gave me (and my mom) a chance to check out the other people who were waiting.

I immediately pointed out a very pretty young woman, in her early twenties, I guessed, who was sitting in a chair. She was wearing kind of a knit dress, and it was really short, showing off her gorgeous legs.

“Mom, how about that one right there?”

“Mmm, very nice, Julie. I could really go for some of that.”

“Me too,” I agreed.

My mother giggled when I said that and tickled my tummy. That made me start laughing too.

“Look at you,” she said, “only 12 years old, and here you are out in public talking about wanting to have sex with the women you see.”

“Guess who I learned it from,” I teased.

“I know, you’re right,” she grinned. “Hey, look over there. I see another one you might like.”

My mom indicated a slender brunette wearing a very short black dress with see-through lace sleeves. She also had great legs.

Just then the owner came over and told us there was a table ready for us. I was pleased that the way he led us went right past the woman in the black dress. And actually, as we got closer, I could see that she was really more of a girl than a woman, maybe only 17 or 18 years old. She was really sexy.

Unfortunately the table he gave us was not anywhere close to that girl, and the other diners near us weren’t anything special to look at either. But where we were seated was a quiet spot, sort of private and exclusive. My mother must have had some kind of influence, I gathered.

We ordered our dinners and our drinks (my mom had wine, I had ginger ale), and then she sat back in her chair and looked at me. “So, you like your girls to be young, huh?”

I smiled, blushing, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Just how young do you like them?”

“I don’t know, like I said before, teenagers. You know, or maybe, like, kind of around my age.” I looked down, feeling a bit ashamed for some reason.

My mother reached over and took my hand, squeezing it. “Honey, I don’t want you to be embarrassed or to feel there’s anything wrong about being turned on by little girls your own age. That’s perfectly normal.”

“It is?”

“Of course it is. It’s natural, when you start having sexual feelings, to be interested at first in those who are around the same age as you. In fact, the truth is that there are plenty of adults who are interested in girls your age too. You must have noticed when we were walking earlier that a lot of the pretty women — and the men too, although, I know that doesn’t matter to you — were looking at you.”

“They were?”

“Yes, they were. Maybe you don’t actually notice it yet, but if you are an attractive girl, and you are very attractive, Julie, you will get a lot of looks from both men and women. It doesn’t matter that you’re only 12.”

I thought for a minute, and then I said, “So, it’s okay for me to look at girls who are like, um, 12 or 11 or maybe even 10, and, and, you know, to… to think about them?”

She squeezed my hand more tightly. “You mean to have sexual fantasies about them?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, blushing again. She’d said I shouldn’t be embarrassed about it, but that was hard.

“Yes, it’s fine, honey. Your fantasies are your business and no one else’s. And you might be surprised to find how common it is for, well, for lots of people to have fantasies about girls who are your age, or even younger. When you and I play our game with the women I bring home, or when we’ve had fun with girls like Kim from Sea World, or Melissa and Tracy from Victoria’s Secret, you’ve seen how excited they get from being close to you or watching you when you’re naked and touching yourself.”

Thinking about that made me smile. It made my nipples get hard too.

I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I lifted my hand as if to push some hair from my face, and brushed my arm over my nipple on the way up and back. That felt really nice. Then I remembered that when we were walking before, my nipples had been hard too — even though it was a nice day, the fall air was cool enough to make them stiff — and that might have been part of the reason I’d been getting some looks.

My mother smiled at me and looked down at my nipples. “You’re a very attractive girl, Julie, and very sexy.”

Now my nipples were really hard, and my pussy was getting wet too. I loved it that my mom thought I was sexy.

She looked at me a moment longer, her gaze going from my face, to my nipples, then back to my face, and to my mouth. She licked her lips. I thought for a second she might try to kiss me, even though we were in a public place, in a restaurant… but just then the waiter brought our food.

As we were eating, she asked, “What did you think about what Katrina told you this morning?”

“About, um, you mean that stuff with her mother and everything?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t know. But it seemed to kind of make her sad.”

“Yes, it did. But when she told you that her mother got in bed with her starting when she was only 7, and taught her how to please a woman sexually, what did you think about that? Do you think it was wrong of her mother?”

“I don’t know.” Then I smiled. “But, honestly? I thought it was kind of exciting to hear about it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I…” I was going to tell her that I’d briefly imagined her getting in bed with Molly and that was what especially aroused me, but then I changed my mind. “I think it’s okay, I guess. I mean, if the mommy really loves her little girl and everything.”

My mother put her hand under the table and touched my leg. My skirt was short, and she slid her hand gently up my thigh and caressed it. I felt my pussy getting wet again.

“Mommy, you’re getting me all excited,” I whispered anxiously.

She gave my leg a little squeeze, then took her hand away. “I know, I can’t help it. You’re just so cute, and when I look at you, I…” Now she was blushing.

She cleared her throat and went back to eating her dinner. After a couple of minutes, she said, “You know how when you and I are with someone, in bed, and I’m making love with them, sometimes they’ll ask if they can kiss you or touch you, and then you know what I always say, right?”

“Kissing is okay, but no touching.”

“Exactly. Well, Julie, that rule is not only for the other women, but for me too. Because sometimes… I love kissing you, it makes me very excited, and then I… well, maybe this is not the place to talk about it.”

By now, my pussy was dripping wet. My mom was telling me — I think she was saying she wished she could have sex with me! Anyway, I hoped that was what she was saying.

We finished our dinner and drove home. In the car, on the way, she put her hand on my thigh, and I put my hand on hers. That made me feel again like we were already lovers.

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