Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

The next night at about 9:30, as I was settling into bed to read a book, I heard a soft knock at my door. It could only be my daughter, of course, although I’d figured she would already be in dreamland. Bedtime for her on school nights is 9:00 o’clock.

“Come in, honey.”

The door opened slowly and her little face peeked in. “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing up so late?”

“Well, I…”

Amanda walked slowly over to my bed and perched on the edge of it. Unusually for her, she wasn’t wearing pajama bottoms, just a skimpy pair of panties. I took a glance at her long, slim legs. She was tall for her age, the tallest child in her 4th grade class, in fact, and her legs seemed to go on forever. She also had on a very thin, tight t-shirt that clearly outlined her breast buds and perky nipples. Was she trying to be sexy for me, to turn me on? I don’t really know, but if she was, it was working!

When she didn’t continue, I prompted her. “Yes, honey?”

“Um, I’m not asleep yet because of, I keep on trying to do it myself, you know, masturbate, only it isn’t working. I tried last night and tonight too.” Then she grinned at me. “Can you help me again?”

I felt a jolt inside my pussy. Of course I would love to help her! But the mom part of me took over and said, “Oh, I don’t know, sweetie, it’s pretty late, and you have school tomorrow. Why don’t you just try to get to sleep now if you can, and maybe we can talk about it tomorrow night before bed. All right?”

“Okay, but, um, do you promise we can do it again tomorrow night?”

“Well…”

“I mean, I don’t care about watching TV or doing my homework or anything else. I just wanna do it again, right after dinner, okay?”

Her eyes were pleading, but there was a mischievous glint as well. And when she said ‘do it’ I was quite sure she meant she wanted me to masturbate her again, to rub her with my hand and bring her to orgasm. Whether she knew it or not, my 10-year-old daughter was actually asking me to have sex with her, begging for it in fact.

I came very close right then and there to surrendering all my inhibitions, all my principles, all my good intentions. Just throwing them away and saying, little girl, you don’t have to go to school tomorrow at all — you can stay home, I’ll call in sick, and you and I will play with each other all day long — why don’t we start right now!!

But I didn’t. I came close, but somehow the responsible part of me, the angel on the other shoulder, managed to get me to say, “All right, honey, I promise we can do it again tomorrow night. It’s fine, except for that thing you said about homework. You do have to get that done first. Okay?”

Amanda threw her arms around me, hugging me tight and kissing my neck, exclaiming, “I will! I promise I’ll do my homework right after school. Thank you, Mommy! Thank you!”

Her excited reaction made me laugh. I gave her a squeeze in return and with some difficulty finally disentangled myself from her grip. I tweaked her little nose. “You are such an adorable girl. But it’s really getting late. You run back to bed now and get some sleep.”

“Okay, I will, but” — she was beaming with happiness — “I just can’t wait to do it again!”

My daughter grabbed my face and gave me a long kiss on the lips. I’m sure she didn’t mean this as a sexual thing, but that certainly was the effect it had on me. I was churning inside with lust and desire. This mostly felt good to me, of course, but unsettling too, in a way. What was I turning into?

The kiss ended, I gave her one more hug, and then at last she was off to her own bedroom.

I didn’t pick up my book again. The second the door closed, I turned out the bedside lamp and started masturbating. My cunt was on fire, my panties soaked with my juices. I was so incredibly turned on that it took me no more than a minute to reach my first climax.

And I didn’t stop there. I kept rubbing myself and I came again and again and again that night as I thought about how much I loved touching this child, my own precious daughter, my hands caressing her smooth young skin, sliding between her legs, opening her pussy, finding her wetness, reaching inside. I have no idea how many orgasms I finally had — they just kept coming, one after another, as I thought about touching my sexy little girl.

* * *

It wasn’t easy for me to stay focused the next day at work. My mind was constantly running ahead to what would be waiting for me at home. I kept looking at the clock but the hours just seemed to drag, the day going on forever. At long last it was 5:30, and I was hurriedly on my way.

Dinner was easy, just soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. I’d thought about it and decided that would be something quick to make and simple to clean up. Amanda eagerly helped with the dishes, a chore she usually tried to avoid. And when we were done, she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.

As soon as we were in the room she let go of my hand, then lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She wore nothing underneath. Sitting on the floor, she pulled off her tennis shoes and socks, then bounced to her feet and in one movement pushed her shorts and her panties down together in a bundle, deftly stepping out of them. She turned and faced me, beaming.

Within moments my daughter had transformed from a fully clothed young lady to a totally naked girl, slim and flat-chested, a long straight body with practically no hips. You could almost say she looked boyish, except… except she was undeniably feminine, because right there in her center, drawing in the eye, was that oh so tempting slit, her puffy, white, hairless slit, holding promises of…

I felt a sudden feverish flush, a shiver of anticipation coursing through my body as I stared at Amanda’s crotch. I was dizzy, light-headed, and had to sit on the bed.

What was she doing to me? I had always preferred women to men, of course, and when I went online to masturbate, searching for enticing photos and videos, I often would gravitate to the youngest-looking models, but — but this little girl was only 10 years old! And she was my own daughter!!

“Mom? Are you okay?”

“What? Oh…”

I put a hand to my forehead. I was sweating, and couldn’t catch my breath. “I, I don’t know, honey. Maybe we…”

Amanda sat on the bed beside me. “Do you feel sick?”

“No, not sick, it’s just that… I think… remember the other day when I told you there are things that mothers don’t usually do with their daughters?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, what I want to do with you is… is something that…” I paused and took a deep breath. I knew I wasn’t making much sense, and I was probably scaring her as well. I decided I should just be honest with her, tell her the truth.

I turned toward Amanda, taking her hands in mine, smiling at her. She looked so lovely, although her brow was now creased with concern. My daughter was such a perfect child, so innocent and warm, so much fun to be with, and so utterly desirable. I wanted her very much.

“Honey, you know I, um… we’ve never talked about this yet, but I think we should. Right now.”

“Okay.” She waited for me to go on.

“You know that most women prefer men and most men prefer women, that is, they want to be with them, to fall in love with them, to get married and maybe have children. For most men and for most women that’s what’s normal. But some men only like other men, and some women only like other women, right?”

“Yeah, I know, but—”

“What I need to tell you, Amanda, is that… is that I think I might be one of those, that other kind. No, that’s not right. I know I am. I’m a lesbian, honey.”

I looked into her eyes, searching for a reaction.

She shrugged. “Okay.”

“That’s all?” I laughed, “Just ‘okay’?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, you’ve always told me that it’s fine, whatever people are is just what they are and everything, and there’s nothing wrong with it. So…”

“So everything’s okay?”

“Of course.”

“But…” I wanted to make sure she understood. “But now, when I, when we, if we go ahead with this, with what you wanted us to do again tonight—”

“We are going ahead with it, Mom. You promised. Remember?”

I smiled at her. I was starting to feel much better. “Yes, honey. I promised. Okay, we’ll go ahead, we will, but do you realize what I’m saying? When I, when I do this with you, it makes me very excited. I feel, um, I feel a strong attraction toward you. Because I’m… a lesbian… that means I’m attracted to women, and to girls. To girls like you.”

“Okay.”

“And you don’t mind?”

She frowned but didn’t say anything. Amanda seemed completely mystified by my anxiety. It was as if she couldn’t possibly understand what I was so worried about.

“All right,” I nodded, taking another deep breath and letting it out. “That’s all. I just wanted to tell you. But as long as you don’t have any questions, then I guess…”

A big grin lit up her face. “Are you ready now?”

I laughed, “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Are you gonna take off your clothes too?”

“Sure.”

But before I did, I took her face in my hands and gave her a long kiss on the lips. “I love you, Amanda,” I whispered to her.

“I love you too, Mom.”

Then I stood up and unzipped my dress, taking it off and setting it over a chair. I wasn’t wearing any shoes, so I simply pulled down my pantyhose, unhooked my bra, stepped out of my underwear, and just like that I was as naked as she was.

“Yay!” She clapped.

We arranged ourselves on the single bed, next to each other. She was on her stomach, and I was on my side, propped up on an elbow, admiring her smooth young body.

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

“No! I want you to do it for me again, just like we did on Saturday. Okay?”

“Okay,” I chuckled, “if that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

I felt a warm stirring inside my cunt as I reached out a hand to touch her. That perfect little bottom, so inviting. Amanda squirmed as my fingers traced patterns on her soft skin. She closed her eyes and moved her legs apart for me.

I shifted a little closer, so our bodies were touching. I ran my hand up and down her flanks, from below her knees, up her side almost to her armpits, then down her long back, over her bottom, and slowly along the inside of her thigh until I reached her calf. I gently kneaded the muscle, feeling its youthful strength.

This was so exciting, so delicious. I had this beautiful girl in front of me, a wonderfully desirable child, all of 10 years old, and there she was, completely willing, completely open to me, ready for whatever I would do. I decided then that I would take my time. If I was really going to seduce my daughter — and I was, I was now certain of that — I would do it the right way, slowly and gradually, letting her experience a steady, inexorable build-up of erotic tension. I would increase her arousal little by little until she was finally straining with need, begging me to give her release, and only then would I take her over the edge into orgasm.

I drew my hand up the inside of her leg, slowly, very slowly. And just as my fingertips had almost reached her vulva, I lifted them away. She gasped and moaned, her body shuddering. She didn’t open her eyes, but I saw her part her lips and take two fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking them.

I placed a hand on her bottom, squeezing the cheek, feeling its firmness, squeezing it again. Now my fingers were gradually slipping inside, between the cheeks, reaching in, reaching deeper, almost but not quite touching her little anus. I heard her gasp again. I leaned over and softly kissed her back, between her shoulder blades. Her skin was warm. She smelled heavenly. I kissed her again, then I licked her.

“Ohh, Mommy…” she sighed.

I smiled to myself as I slid my hand down her leg once again, almost to her ankle, then drew it up slowly, so slowly, until my fingers were almost at her crotch — and all the while I was kissing and licking her back, rubbing my lips against her heated skin. Amanda was trembling now, and still sucking on her fingers.

I breathed in her ear. “Are you ready, sweetheart? Do you want Mommy to make you feel good?”

“Yes, please!”

I slid my tongue inside her ear, licking her, warmly exhaling, then sucking her earlobe. I had never done that with anyone before, but it felt exactly right, instinctively seductive. She squealed and shivered with delight.

Now I moved even closer to her, laying one leg over the back of hers, pulling her slim thigh tightly between my legs until my wet pussy was pressing against her skin. I started moving then, humping her a little, not aggressively yet, but enough to stimulate my clit.

I waited to see how she would react to that, to find if perhaps she might object, but of course she didn’t. So I shifted again, moving this time until I was almost on top of her thigh, and then I increased my humping motion. There was no mistaking this: I was fucking my daughter’s leg. It felt good, so good, and I knew for sure that I would be able to make myself come that way anytime I wanted to.

As I kissed and licked her back, I reached down between her legs, cupping her vulva. She groaned and arched her pelvis, pressing her hot sex into my hand. I gently squeezed, feeling the soft smoothness of her hairless pussy, her puffy labia. I slid my hand slowly up and down, not opening her lips yet, just caressing the outside.

But Amanda wanted more, she needed more. She squirmed, pushing against me, urgently demanding that I give her pleasure. I was still humping her, squeezing my thighs together as I fucked her leg, my cunt sliding easily over her skin, now fully lubricated with my juices. And as I humped her, I began to match that rhythm with my hand between her legs, rubbing my fingers up and down over her pussy lips.

“Mommy, Mommy…” she whispered.

Without even making a conscious effort, I felt my fingers slide inside, between her labia. Her slit was very wet, so hot and wet and so ready for me. Her juices coated my fingers. I was touching her clit, then the opening to her vagina, my hand sliding everywhere, up and down, faster and faster. I suddenly realized that it was she who was doing most of the work. I was holding my fingers there, and Amanda was fucking it! She was rocking up and down, moving her sex against my hand. My daughter was fucking my hand, and I was fucking her leg.

All at once I was very close, right on the edge of orgasm, and apparently so was she. I’d intended to take it slow, and I’d tried, but at this point it was out of my control. I’d hoped I could explore her tiny pussy again, see how far my fingers would go inside, but she was moving so fast now that I couldn’t. Not this time anyway. So I simply held my hand where it was and let her move against me.

As I pressed my cunt even harder against her thigh, I said, “You want to come for Mommy, honey? You want to come on Mommy’s hand?”

“Yeah — I — I — ”

And then she was climaxing. She gasped and squealed, her little body convulsing with each wave of her powerful orgasm. And I was coming too, on top of her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!” I shrieked as I rammed my sex against her leg.

Just as she was finishing, her frantic movements slowed and her pussy came to rest so that my index finger was right at the opening of her vagina. And my finger dipped inside, easily, automatically.

My orgasm was finally ending too. I was panting, sweating, trying to catch my breath, my throat raw from screaming. And I realized then where my finger was. It was inside her. Inside my daughter’s pussy. I didn’t take it out. I lay down next to her, half on top of her, my bare breasts against her back and side. My heart was still beating fast.

I kissed her on the shoulder and looked at her darling face. It was dewy with sweat. Her eyes were closed and she had a soft smile on her lips. I moved my finger inside her, pressing in just a tiny bit. Her smile widened. Then I eased the finger out of her pussy and raised it to my mouth, sucking on it, tasting her.

Amanda rolled onto her side, facing me, opening her eyes. “Mommy, I love masturbating!” she beamed. “I just want to do it all the time!”

She seemed so happy I didn’t have the heart to correct her, to tell her that what she was doing wasn’t masturbating — that she was actually having lesbian sex with her mother. But even if I had told her that, she probably would have simply shrugged it off. She seemed to accept everything so easily.

I leaned down and kissed my daughter, letting my lips linger on hers for a moment. “I’m glad you like it, honey. I do too.”

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