Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Not long after we arrived home from our wonderful dinner, my mother went to the kitchen phone to call her sister. Apparently the answering machine picked up, because I heard her starting to leave a message.

Just then, Jordan came racing out from her bedroom. She’d already taken off the pretty dress she wore to the restaurant and now was in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. She jumped into my arms.

“Mommy, are we gonna take a bath? Is Nanna gonna take it with us? Can we all fit in the tub?” She was breathless with anticipation.

I laughed, “Well, I don’t know if we could all fit at once, honey. Probably not, it’s not a very big tub. But I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

My mother finished the message, then came and sat on the sofa, squeezing in beside me. “I’ll call them again tomorrow and make sure everything’s set. I know she and Stephanie are excited about the trip.”

“I am too,” I told her. “I really am. It should be fun.”

“Speaking of fun…” Nanna reached out to fondle her granddaughter’s nipple, making Jordan giggle excitedly.

“She wants to know if the three of us can take a bath together,” I chuckled. “That could be a tight squeeze.”

“Hm, well, maybe.” My mother laid her hand on my thigh, sliding it up between my legs under the short leather skirt I was wearing. “I kind of like the idea of a tight squeeze with you. With both of you.”

I opened my bare legs, allowing her hand to move up even farther, until it reached my crotch. Jordan was watching closely. My mother started rubbing my pussy through my thin panties, then leaned toward me, parting her lips and bringing her mouth to mine.

We kissed wetly, my mother’s tongue in my mouth, her hand groping between my legs. Then I felt other hands on my breasts, small hands. It was my little girl. I opened my eyes and looked at Jordan. She was straddling my thigh, humping my leg, her face becoming flushed with erotic arousal as she fumbled to unbutton my blouse. My mother was kissing my neck now, licking and sucking. She pulled roughly on my panties, tugging them aside, eager to get at my sex.

“Wait a minute, you two,” I laughed. “Are we… shouldn’t we go in the bedroom or something?”

“What’s wrong with right here?” My mother murmured as she slipped her fingers between my labia. I was already very juicy, very turned on.

“Yeah, Mommy, Nanna and me played Pony-Pony on the sofa before. Didn’t we, Nanna?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Pony-Pony? What’s that?” I managed to ask as I felt a finger enter my vagina.

My mother sat up now, grinning at me. With one hand she pushed her hair back from her face. The other hand she left where it was, between my legs, her finger sliding slowly in and out. “You don’t know what Pony-Pony is?”

“No, I don’t,” I replied, licking my lips. I was watching my daughter. Jordan had managed to get my blouse open and she’d discovered the front clasp on my bra, which she was unhooking. “It’s not the same as Pony?”

“Uh-uh,” my little girl shook her head, “it’s different.” She put her hands over my breasts, squeezing the nipples. I gasped in pleasure.

“Do you want to show your Mommy how we play Pony-Pony?” Nanna asked.

“In a minute. First I wanna do this.” Jordan took one of my long nipples into her mouth and began sucking. I laid my head back, closing my eyes. It felt so good.

My mother was kissing my neck, my daughter was sucking my nipple, my mother was fucking my pussy, my daughter was humping my leg, and I was almost instantaneously on the verge of an orgasm.

As I felt Jordan’s hand grabbing my other tit, pinching the nipple very hard while she sucked and bit the nipple in her mouth — she somehow knew exactly what I liked best, what would please me the most — and as I felt my mother slide a second finger inside of me, while also massaging my clit with her thumb, I felt my whole body begin to tremble and quake. But not quite there yet, not quite, almost. Just two or three more deep plunges of my mom’s long fingers, reaching up inside me, a few more strokes of her thumb on my clit, another squeeze of my nipple from my little girl, my hot sexy 7-year-old daughter who was sucking my tit, and —

I came very hard and very wetly.

Later I thought to myself, it’s a good thing we have such an old sofa, already worn and stained, because I really left a gooey mess on it. But at the time I wasn’t thinking about that, or about much of anything at all. I was just letting myself enjoy the unrestrained pleasure of an incestuous lesbian orgasm, my daughter sucking me, my mother fucking me, and me climaxing with them and for them. It was sheer delight.

It took me a minute or so to recover, and when I did, I found my mom and my daughter directly in front of my eyes, leaning across from either side, kissing, using their tongues, both sort of moaning and sighing as they enjoyed each other’s mouths. I watched them for a bit, just taking in the wondrous sight, before saying, softly, “Hey, you two, shall we go take a bath now?”

They ended the kiss, both smiling at me. Then Jordan said, “Not yet, Mommy. We have to show you Pony-Pony, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right, I forgot. What’s Pony-Pony?”

“You have to get up so we can do it.”

As I stood, somewhat unsteadily, my little girl skinned out of her undies, leaving herself totally nude. She lay down on the sofa on her back, with one foot on the floor and the other high on the back of the sofa.

Nanna smiled at her. “So you want me on top?”

“Yeah,” Jordan nodded.

“Okay. Let me get out of these clothes.”

My mother was still completely dressed, except for her shoes. I was about half-dressed myself, with my blouse and bra hanging open, my leather skirt bunched around my waist, and my panties askew. Jordan, of course, was sprawled naked on the couch, her little pussy in plain sight. It would have made an interesting tableau for someone coming in and finding us that way.

A minute later we were all three undressed.

“Why don’t you tell your Mommy how we play Pony-Pony,” my mother suggested, as she began to position herself on top of my daughter.

“Okay, um, instead of riding Pony on the tongue, like before, now we just ride Pony on the Pony. See?”

“Okay,” I nodded. The explanation didn’t make a lot of sense to me, but it was pretty clear what they were doing once they started.

My mother straddled Jordan’s leg, the leg facing the floor, while putting her knee under her other thigh. As she slid in close, bringing their vulvas almost together, she whispered, “Open it up for me, baby.”

I saw my little girl reach down to separate her pussy lips, pulling her labia back to expose her clit. Her Nanna did the same thing, pulling back her own labia with her fingers and then carefully lowering herself until they were joined, clit to clit, pussies kissing.

Jordan smiled up at me. “I like this. It feels really good.”

“Yes, I’ll bet it does.”

“You can do it with me too, Mommy, later.”

“Okay.”

But for now all the attention was focused on a sexy 44-year-old woman and her granddaughter, only 7, and on their two pussies. My mother began to move very slowly on top of Jordan, and it was obvious to me that with such exact positioning even the slightest motion would have a powerful impact.

Jordan groaned, her body flinching involuntarily, when her clitoris was stimulated. I had seen how wet my mother’s cunt already was, so there was really no question of lubrication. They had plenty. It was a matter of finding the right spot, the perfect spot, and then holding it and moving only a little, just a little bit, letting the pressure start to build, clits becoming even more erect, juices flowing, bodies heating up. From above it may have looked as though almost nothing was happening, just a barely perceptible movement. But I could sense, as a woman, what it must have felt like — and I wanted to try it myself!

I rubbed my pussy with my fingers as I watched them, but I wasn’t really trying to come. I was too fascinated by what I was seeing.

After only a minute or so, they were both breathing very hard. Jordan’s eyes were closed, her face pinched in concentration. I could see my mother trembling, trying to hold herself back, not let loose yet, just maintain that position, keep up the little sliding motion, wet clit on wet clit, get them both right on edge so that at the very same time they could reach the pinnacle.

Then all of a sudden Jordan was kind of huffing and puffing, her face turning red, her hands clenching the sofa cushions. Nanna saw this, heard it, moved a little faster, a little faster, she was almost ready, both almost ready, and then, and then — and then they were coming together. Wow!!

I felt as happy then as I would if I had been in the middle of it with them. Just seeing the two of them, my two lovers, seeing them experience such joy, such elation, such release, was something I will never forget. Seeing their triumph, knowing how great they both must have felt at that moment made me happier than I had ever been in my life.

I let them have their climax, their mutual simultaneous orgasms, I let them feel it all for themselves, and then, finally, as they started to come down from the summit, I just had to hold them, squeeze them, tell them both how much I loved them. We hugged and kissed and laughed together, three lesbian lovers, three generations, three united in lust and love.

And then it was bath time.

We walked hand in hand in hand into our little bathroom, a single bath in a small two-bedroom house. We crowded in together, naked and giggling, not all at once in the tub, mind you, that wouldn’t quite work. But as the tub filled up with suds and bubbles, Jordan got in first and then I joined her. Nanna started washing us, sitting or kneeling at the side of the tub, washing us both all over, everywhere. When that was done, I sat on the edge of the tub and shaved my legs and my pussy while they watched.

After I rinsed, Nanna got in the tub with Jordan, and my daughter and I washed her all over, everywhere. As I was rinsing her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples, loving how they felt under the touch of my wet fingers, playing with them, squeezing them and pulling on them, my mother started breathing hard again. I couldn’t quite see under the soapy water, but it looked as if she might be masturbating. Maybe Jordan was helping too, they both had their hands down there. Then my mother said to me, “Suck my nipples, Stacie. Suck mommy’s nipples.”

And so I did. For the first time since I was just a baby I took a woman’s nipples into my mouth — my own mother’s nipples, my sweet mommy, the woman I have loved all my life, loved and worshipped, the woman I missed so much when she was away for so long, and now she was back, my wonderful mother, my own mommy, and I was sucking her nipples. I held her other breast in my hand as I sucked, feeling its weight, its softness, lightly squeezing the breast, pinching the nipple. I shifted back and forth between her breasts, squeezing and sucking, touching and kissing, and soon my mother was climaxing. Oh what joy!

When my mom finished coming, we all three kissed again, and then we dried each other off, brushed our teeth, and headed for the bedroom.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Want me to do Pony-Pony on you now?” Jordan asked as I was pulling down the covers.

“Ooh, that sounds nice!”

So I lay back on the bed, completely naked, lifting one leg up high, offering myself to my daughter. We both used our fingers to open our labia, and then Jordan mounted me, carefully placing her pussy over mine. She started rocking back and forth on top of me, a little girl fucking her mother, clit to clit, and while she wasn’t nearly as skilled with this technique as Nanna, it felt absolutely wonderful to me.

I loved watching her that way, seeing this beautiful pre-pubescent child, all smooth soft skin, rubbing her sexy body against mine. Her movements had the effect of getting her stimulated faster than me, though, and it wasn’t very long until she was almost ready to come while I was still getting there. It actually amazed me how sexually responsive she was, how quickly she could approach orgasm — at only 7 years old!

Her eyes were shut and I could hear her whispering, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” as she repeatedly slid her little clit up and down over mine. I was beginning to get close too, but it wouldn’t be soon enough to catch up with her. My daughter had both hands on my leg, the one I was holding up in the air, and now she pulled it closer to her, leaning her warm body against my thigh as she moved faster and faster and faster — and then as she started to come she wrapped both arms tightly around my leg, hugging me, thrusting her pussy against mine, crying out in passion.

Seeing her climax was nearly enough to bring me at the same time, but not quite. I just watched her, marveling at the spectacle of a young girl fucking her mom, my own little girl fucking me!

Lying beside me, my mother was watching too, and she’d been masturbating the whole time. Now, as Jordan came, so did her Nanna. I found myself surrounded by orgasms, one on top of me and another next to me, a girl and a woman coming at the same time, the intoxicating aroma of juicy female sex filling my bedroom.

At the end, when they both were fully spent, my little girl slumped into my arms and my mom curled up next to me, hugging me. We rested together, their heavy breathing slowly beginning to calm.

After a time, I reached over and switched off the bedside lamp then pulled the covers over us. Jordan had fallen asleep, her body a warm blanket on top of me. The clock said it was almost 10:00, well past her bedtime, so it was no wonder she was snoozing so soundly.

I was almost asleep too, when my mother whispered, “Stacie, I love you.”

“I love you too, Mother, very much.”

It was quiet for another minute or two, and then she asked, “How are you feeling? Are you okay with everything?”

“Uh-huh, sure, I’m fine.”

“No regrets?”

I turned toward her. “No, none at all. I feel wonderful,” I smiled.

It was dark in the room, but enough light filtered in through the curtains that I could see my mother’s face. Her eyes were open. She shifted closer to me, bringing her lips to mine, giving me a tender kiss.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” she said.

I took her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Yes, I really am. I’m fine.”

“Because I know I sprung an awful lot on you today, a lot of surprises.”

“You sure did,” I chuckled.

“Maybe it wasn’t right for me to… well, to do all those things I did with Jordan while you were away. It really wasn’t right. I should have talked with you about it first.”

“Mother, don’t worry.”

“I… you know, I just couldn’t help it. That’s my only excuse.”

After another soft kiss, she whispered, “I haven’t ever told you this but, do you remember when you were little, when your father was away, and I would let you spend the night in my bed? Do you remember?”

“Yes, of course I do. I loved that.”

“I did too. And, well, it’s… there’s just something about a little girl, having a little girl in bed with me… I used to become very excited then, and that’s what I’ve never told you. It excited me sexually to be so close to you, holding you and kissing you the way we did.”

“Wow, I never knew.”

“Yes, and, well, obviously I never did anything about it then. But it’s funny, isn’t it, that all these years later…”

My mother paused for a minute, then went on. “After your father and I moved to Seattle, I was very lonely. He was never there, and when he was, well, he never touched me at all. It’s like he wasn’t there even when he was. And I missed you, Stacie, so much.”

“I know, I missed you too.”

“I… I actually thought about experimenting with a woman then, after we moved. When I masturbated, that’s what I would think about, it’s what really got me hot. I thought about it all the time, but I never did anything, with a woman or with a girl, not until now.”

She went quiet again for a long while, before adding, “I’m so glad I finally did it, honey. With you, and with Jordan.”

I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed it. “I love you, Mother.”

I love you too, darling.”

And we fell asleep.

*   *   *

I was the first to wake in the morning. I lay quietly for a while, just thinking. There I was, snuggled in bed with my mother and my daughter, one on either side. These were the two people dearest to me, the people I loved most in the world — and they were also now my lovers! So much had changed in only one day. It was amazing, and it made me very happy.

But then I started to wonder, what would happen when we were on our vacation in San Diego in a few weeks with Veronica and her family, staying in the same place with them? Would they know, would they be able to tell? Would we have to try somehow to hide our newfound intimacy?

I thought some more about it.

Veronica and Stephanie were a lesbian couple. They’d been living together for four or five years now and had three kids. Was it possible that they too, like us… no, it couldn’t be. The things we’d started doing together, that kind of sexual activity between mothers and daughters, people just didn’t do such things in real life, did they? Of course, it was really happening between me and Jordan and my mom, so… who knows?

My mother yawned and stretched. She turned onto her side, facing me. “Good morning, sexy girl.”

“Good morning, Mother,” I smiled.

Pushing herself up on an elbow, she leaned over me to check on Jordan. “The little one is still asleep, huh?”

“Yep. She’s all worn out.”

“Mmm, just look at her, what a beautiful girl.”

“I know, she really is.”

My mother kissed my lips, warmly, then said, “I have a beautiful daughter and a beautiful granddaughter. What a lucky woman I am.”

She kissed me again, and now I felt her hand move to my breast, gently fondling the nipple, bringing it erect. Our lips parted, and we kissed more deeply. Her hand slid down further, between my legs. She caressed my vulva, rubbing me insistently. I felt her tongue in my mouth, her fingers opening my pussy, finding my wetness, and then she was easing down on the bed, pushing the covers away, spreading my legs.

As my daughter slept beside me, my mother put her mouth on my sex. She licked me, sucked me, tasted me, teased my clit with her tongue, slid a finger inside me. I groaned in pleasure. My own mom was eating my pussy, going down on me, and it was unbelievably satisfying, so hot and delicious, so perfect.

She made me come, and when she did, my little girl awoke. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, then gazed at the sight before her, her Nanna’s face between her Mommy’s legs, still sucking and nuzzling and kissing and licking. My daughter smiled at what she saw.

After that we got up and made breakfast, but not before sharing a nice three-way round of wet kisses, my mother’s lips still coated with my juices. It was sloppy and sweet, a wonderful way to start the day.

We had bacon and eggs and toast, along with orange juice and coffee, refueling ourselves after a day and a night of energetic lovemaking. As my mother and I cleaned up the dishes, Jordan asked what we were going to do that day.

“Nothing special that I know of,” I said. “Is there something you’d like to do?”

“Well, I didn’t get to ride Pony on you yet, Mommy, so I wanna do that. Nanna can watch I guess. And, um, and you have to do Pony-Pony on me too. We didn’t do that yet either. I wanna do all of it with you, everything we can do.”

“I don’t have to just watch, you know,” Nanna said, drying her hands on a towel.

“What do you mean?”

“Now that there are three of us, we can sort of mix things up, play both games at once.”

Jordan frowned, not understanding.

“Don’t you see?” Nanna smiled. “We can do them both together. While you’re riding Pony on your Mommy’s tongue, I can do Pony-Pony on her at the same time. Or when she does Pony-Pony on you, I can ride Pony on your tongue. See? We can do them all together, at once.”

“Wow…” My daughter’s eyes went wide, her face aglow with the possibilities.

She grabbed my hand. “C’mon, let’s go do it now!!”

“Yeah, let’s!” I agreed, sweeping her up in my arms and kissing her.

My mother laughed. She kissed us too, but then she said, “Before I forget, though, I want to call Veronica again. It’ll just take a minute, and then we can play our nice games all day long if you want to.”

Jordan and I went out to the living room while Nanna got on the phone. We sat on the sofa, holding hands, my little girl describing all the different variations she could think of for our sexual acrobatics with each other.

A few minutes later, my mother ended the call and then joined us.

“Veronica sends her love,” she said with a smile. “They all do. And they’re really looking forward to going on the trip with us.”

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Far away, in San Francisco, Veronica hung up the phone and went to find Stephanie to tell her about the conversation with her sister. She found her in the bedroom, looking at something on the computer.

“So, it looks like we’re all set,” Veronica announced. “Isn’t it great? A whole week on the beach in San Diego — Carol’s already paid for the condo, all we have to do is get down there, and I assume pay for our own food and stuff. What do you think, should we drive or fly?”

“I’m not sure, we’ll have to think about it. This should be a lot of fun, though. I’ve just been looking at some information on the condo.”

“Oh, so that’s what you’re up to.” Veronica leaned over Stephanie’s shoulder, peering at the screen. “I figured you were looking at porn, as usual.”

“No, not this time,” Stephanie chuckled, “or not yet anyway. But check this out, it says the condo is connected with a big fancy hotel, the Playa del Mar. It looks like there are some really nice restaurants there too, a health club, massages, the whole bit. We should have a ball.”

“Wow, that’s awesome.” Veronica tapped on the keyboard, enlarging a picture of the hotel complex. “I can’t wait. Shall we go tell the girls?”

“Yeah, let’s!”

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