Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

As a high-priced call girl for the last two years, I’ve had plenty of offbeat requests from clients: men who just want you to read to them, or who want you to spank them, or to pee on them — which I refuse to do because it’s disgusting — or to dress up as a nun or a nurse or a teacher or whatever. It’s mostly fine as far as I’m concerned, and just part of the job.

But recently I got involved with the most bizarre and fascinating situation of my career. I got a call from a woman (which itself is more common than you might think) who was looking for something very special. The agency referred her to me because she asked initially for a girl who looks very young. I usually get those clients because I can easily pass for 15 or 16 years old, even though I’m actually 19. So when I spoke to the woman and she asked if I could pretend to be a girl just entering puberty, I figured, sure, no problem.

We made an appointment for 11:00 o’clock one night at her house, and I dressed in clothes suitable for maybe a 6th grader. Luckily I’m petite, just 5’2”, and weigh only 95 pounds. My breasts are tiny, as you might expect, and my thighs and hips quite narrow. I have fair skin with a few freckles and almost no body hair. Even my pubic hair, which I wax completely anyway, is very light. Dress me up just right and you might think I was only 12 or 13 — which apparently was what this kinky woman was looking for.

I arrived at her place and she let me in. She was very attractive, and that was a relief; you never know what to expect, and of course you have to stay in character no matter what the other person looks like. But whenever I get the chance to have sex with a good-looking woman, I always enjoy it more. Truth is, I prefer women, and so when she opened the door and I saw how pretty she was and what a nice figure she had, I was all smiles.

She offered me some wine, which I accepted, and after she poured two glasses we sat down in her living room to get acquainted. Emily is in her early thirties, about 5’5” tall, with a slim figure, pale skin, shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes. On this night she was wearing a short sleeveless ivory dress, deeply scooped in front. As she sat on the couch, she crossed her legs and I could see plenty of smooth, slender thigh. Her full lips made me want to kiss her immediately, but I waited to find out exactly what she wanted from me and how I could best satisfy her.

We made small talk for a few minutes, as is typical in these situations. First-timers are often reticent, especially when their request is something out of the ordinary. So, after we’d chatted about the weather and I’d complimented her on her lovely home, I decided to move things ahead a bit and asked her if she’d ever been with a woman before.

“No, no, I mean, not really,” she answered, shaking her head. “Well, when I was young, sometimes my girlfriends and I would kind of make out together, but we never actually had sex.”

I nodded. “I think almost all girls go through a phase like that, even if they don’t go all the way.”

“I wish we had gone all the way!” Emily blushed and giggled, seeming then a lot younger than her age. “But, um, no, I’ve never… you’ll… you’ll be my first real, um, female lover, Colette.”

That made me feel good. “I’m glad to be the one. I really am. I’m looking forward to it!”

“Me too,” she said eagerly, before taking a big gulp of her wine. Then she finally got around to telling me just what she had in mind.

Emily said she wanted me to go down the hall into her bedroom, put on a pair of little girl panties and a nightie that were laid out on the bed, and then get under the covers and pretend I was asleep. She would then, I gathered, enter the room after a few minutes and seduce me.

So far, so good. I liked the scenario. Older woman with young girl is quite arousing for me.

When I assumed she was finished telling me the plan, I stood up, expecting her to direct me to her room. But what happened next really surprised me.

“Wait just a minute,” she said. “There’s something else.”

Emily stood up, took my empty wine glass, and walked to the kitchen. She put both glasses on the counter, and then came slowly back into the living room where I was waiting. She seemed nervous.

Uh-oh, I thought, here it comes. She’s going to want something I can’t stand, like peeing or using a strap-on dildo. But that wasn’t it at all.

She looked at me for a moment, searching my eyes as if trying to determine whether she could trust me. I smiled gently and took her hands in mine.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Just tell me what you want.” Standing so close to such a beautiful, desirable woman had lowered my resistance. At this point, I figured, I would do practically anything to get her naked.

“Um, well,” she began, “it’s just… that… we’re not alone.”

Damn! Here I was thinking I’d have her all to myself, but now it looked as though her husband or boyfriend might be part of the deal.

But, no, that wasn’t it either.

“You see, my… my daughter is asleep in her room. So we’ll have to be kind of quiet.”

Oh, was that all? Whew — no problem!

“Of course, I understand completely,” I said. I leaned in and gave her a brief kiss on the lips. Her perfume was intoxicating.

“Oh, I’m glad,” she exhaled, looking relieved.

I smiled and turned toward the hallway, but she grabbed my arm and stopped me.

“What is it?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s just…can I ask for one more thing? I mean, um, can I make sort of a special request?”

“Yes,” I assured her, “anything.”

Emily looked down at the floor, blushing. She began to say something once or twice, but faltered. Finally I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face to look at me.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Whatever you want. All you have to do is tell me.”

She started to look down once more, but I stopped her and leaned in again for a kiss. Her lips were soft and inviting. This time the kiss lasted a little longer.

“Now, what is it you want?” I asked as I tenderly stroked her cheek.

Taking a deep breath, Emily said, “Can you be my, I mean, pretend to, to be my… my daughter? Please?”

What?? That was a surprise! This woman really was kinky, but not quite the way I expected.

Although I was momentarily taken aback, the idea was not at all unappealing to me. In fact, I liked it very much.

“Of course,” I said. “Anything you want I’m happy to do. Are you — do you want me to use her name?”

“Um, yes, I would like that. Her name… is Kathy.”

“Okay, and how old is Kathy?”

“She’s 11, almost 12.”

Holy shit, I’m going to role-play incest and pedophilia with this little girl’s mother. I love it!

I gave Emily a big smile. “That sounds like fun,” I said, and I meant it.

She leaned in to me, resting her forehead on my shoulder, and heaved a big sigh. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t understand, or you’d be disgusted or angry or something.”

I gently stroked her warm back. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her dress. “No, it’s fine. Whatever makes you happy. That’s what I’m here for.”

For a moment it seemed as if she was going to cry. She hugged me, holding me tight.

“Thank you, thank you,” Emily whispered in my ear. Then she pulled away and looked straight at me. “I really am excited about this. You can’t imagine how long I’ve been planning it. So, please, do your best to act just like an 11-year-old, okay?”

I nodded reassuringly. “I will, I promise.”

“I mean, you know, like a naughty little girl who enjoys having lesbian sex with her mother!” Saying that made her laugh and she actually did wipe some tears away before kissing me again and continuing. “Now, my room is at the end of the hallway. You’ll pass two doors on the right. The first one is Kathy’s room — remember, be quiet — and the second is the bathroom. But go to the end, and in my room you’ll find the clothes on the bed. The lamp on the bedside table is on so it won’t be dark. And I’ll come in after about ten minutes or so, all right?”

“Sure,” I said, “perfect.”

I walked silently down the hall and into Emily’s room. I wondered for a moment what her little girl looked like. God, she was only 11! Was she short or tall? Was she thin, or did he still have some baby fat? Was she a blonde, like me, or a brunette, like her mother? Thinking about the girl that way really turned me on.

On the bed, as Emily had promised, was a cute little pair of white cotton panties and a soft yellow nightgown with cartoon puppies on it. Imagining Kathy in these things made my pussy tingle. I reached under my pleated skirt and between my legs. My panties were soaked. When I caressed myself just briefly I shuddered with excitement.  I knew I could come within minutes, but there wasn’t time for that now.

I quickly stripped out of my knit top — I wasn’t wearing a bra — took off my tennis shoes and ankle socks, stepped out of the skirt and panties and I was naked. As I looked at the darling little nightie on the bed and thought about Kathy asleep in her room just down the hall, I just had to touch myself again. My smooth hairless cunt was slick with lubrication. I slid a finger inside, moaning out loud in spite of myself, and then removed the finger and brought it to my mouth. I tasted my juices, which I loved.

I stopped and shook my head, trying to break the spell of my erotic self-arousal. Come on, girl, focus on the job! Then I picked up the white panties on the bed. I wondered if they were clean or if Emily had provided me a pair that Kathy had just worn… I sniffed the crotch, hoping to detect the scent of little girl pussy, but I couldn’t be sure. So I slipped on the panties, pulled the nightie over my head, and climbed into bed.

Okay, I’m supposed to be asleep. I’m supposed to be an innocent (or at least, mostly innocent) 11-year-old girl — not a perverted 19-year-old who’s getting off while picturing that little girl.

Concentrate. Get into the role. Remember being young like that and being curious about sex. Remember playing with other little girls and kissing them. Remember always being the one who wanted more, who could never get enough kissing, who didn’t want to end the game, who needed so badly to hold them and touch their soft skin, and —

Wait, this wasn’t helping. Or…

Or maybe it was. Is it possible that little Kathy might have some of those same desires? Her mother, Emily, after all, is apparently a lesbian, or at least bisexual. So perhaps Kathy does think about such things. And she’s old enough now, at 11, that she could easily have started masturbating (I started even earlier), and maybe her fantasies are a bit like mine were at that age.

So, as I try to pretend I’m drifting off into sleep, I’ll put myself in Kathy’s place, and I’ll think about the other pretty little girls she might play with, and the kissing games they might have. And I’ll go further than that. I’ll imagine that she might sometimes think about her mother, about Emily’s softly rounded breasts, and her smooth thighs, and her mouth, her lips, her nipples, her cunt —

Suddenly the door opened. It creaked a little and I realized that Emily had come into the room. I hoped I hadn’t messed things up by fantasizing the way I was. My pussy was soaking wet and my nipples were hard (I’d been fondling them) and although I was laying quietly under the covers and my eyes were closed, I was far from being asleep.

I waited, trying to breathe steadily, to calm myself. This was such an exciting idea that Emily had come up with! But I lay there as still as I could and tried to focus on being a sweet, innocent 11-year-old girl. With naughty desires, of course.

It sounded like Emily was taking off her dress. Then I felt the mattress move and she slid in next to me under the covers.

My heart pounded with excitement. What should I do? Pretend I was still asleep? Wake up and throw myself at her? I waited to see what she would do next.

I was on my side with my back to her. Emily was still for a moment, but I could feel her warmth, close to me. Then she shifted and her body was next to mine. Her breasts pressed into my back. Her lips were at my ear, her warm breath caressing my neck. One hand reached down and gently stroked my bare leg. I waited, pretending to be deeply asleep.

She moved in closer. Her tongue was on my cheek, in my ear, on my throat, her lips nibbling at me. The hand on my knee moved up and slid between my thighs, gently pulling them apart. Her other hand slithered under my neck and down over my chest, seeking my small breasts.

I play-acted blinking awake, and whispered in my best little girl voice, “Mommy?”

“Kathy…” Emily replied huskily, “I want you. I need you.”

With surprising strength, she pulled me onto her. I ended up on my back, facing away, but lying on top of her. She grunted and moaned heavily as one hand clasped at my crotch and the other moved over my chest, finding and squeezing my erect nipples through the nightie.

“Kathy,” she said again, “I want you!”

“Mommy, I…”

“Hush! Just — just do what Mommy says.”

“Yes, Mommy…”

She was kissing my neck. Her mouth was wet, her breath hot. It was extremely exciting. She forced me slightly to the side and grabbed one of my small hands, pulling it down to her pussy. She was naked. Her pubic hair was trimmed, but not fully shaved. Her crotch was hot and moist.

Emily slipped one hand inside my (or Kathy’s) panties and stroked my pussy lips. I was very wet and I’m sure she was happy to feel that I was completely smooth.

“Kathy, just do what Mommy does. Feel how I’m touching you, and then you touch me the same way, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

She held my hand in hers and rubbed it up and down over her sex. I tried to remain passive — as I expected the real Kathy would do — even though what I wanted was to push my fingers up inside this sexy woman’s cunt and fuck her until she came. But there would be plenty of time for that.

“Does that feel good, honey? Do you like how Mommy’s touching you?” She moved her hand slowly down between my legs, almost to my anus, then slid it back up, letting her two middle fingers ever so slightly begin to part my labia and find my sex.

“Mmm…” I didn’t have to feign arousal. “I like that.”

“You like that, baby? You like having Mommy touch you down there?” Her voice trembled with excitement.

“Uh-huh, it feels nice, Mommy.”

“Now you do what Mommy’s doing, okay?”

Again her hand slid down over my pussy lips, pressing slightly harder this time, spreading them apart, and as she brought her hand back up her fingertips brushed against the opening to my vagina. I shuddered involuntarily and spread my legs wide apart, making myself available to her. Her hand continued the motion, pressing down, then pulling up, and each time her fingers went in a little deeper.

“Oh, Mommy, what are you…”

“Hush now. Just do what I’m doing. You do the same thing to me. Come on, baby.”

Emily’s hand that was covering mine pushed down again into her crotch, and my fingers moved between her slippery lips. She was just as wet as I was.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right, touch Mommy right there. Uh-huh. That’s my good little girl.”

Then I felt one finger dipping inside me. I groaned with pleasure.

“Do you like that, little girl? Does Kathy like having Mommy’s finger inside her pussy?”

“Oh, yes, Mommy! I like it!”

“Now you put your finger inside Mommy too, okay?”

I extended my middle finger and expertly slid it into Emily’s cunt. Having penetrated dozens of women this way, I knew exactly how to give the maximum satisfaction.

“Oh!!” She cried out so loud I was afraid it would wake the real Kathy. But Emily was so wrapped up in the moment I don’t think that possibility even occurred to her. “Yes! Oh, baby, fuck me! Fuck Mommy’s pussy!”

I fucked her, first with one finger, and then two, and let my thumb slide up to tickle her clitoris.

“Uh-huh! That’s right! Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mommy’s pussy! Fuck me hard, little girl! Fuck me and make me come!”

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy…” I whispered hotly in her ear. “I’m fucking you with my fingers, Mommy. I’m fucking you!”

By this time, unfortunately, Emily had mostly forgotten the hand she’d left between my legs. She had a finger inside me, but she wasn’t stroking or caressing, just gripping my cunt, hard. It hurt a little bit, but I didn’t mind. I knew I would get my own release later, and first I just wanted to give this sexy perverted lesbian the best orgasm I possibly could. I fucked her hot wet cunt with my fingers and rubbed her clit with my thumb.

“Mommy, Mommy, I’m fucking you! I’m fucking you!”

Emily came, then, quickly, and loudly. I tried to put my other hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, and at least partially succeeded. But her orgasm was really intense and it went on for a long time. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on my fingers in rhythmic contractions. I reached for and found her G-spot, making her climax last even longer.

Although I was sure this woman had been getting herself off regularly, it was obvious that fulfilling her long-held fantasy of having another woman bring her to orgasm — while pretending that her lover was her little girl! — was every bit as satisfying as she might have hoped.

Continue on to Part Two