Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

How fast things were changing!

In only the last few days, so much had happened. My mother had confessed to me what was going on with Molly, and she’d told me and my sister Kate that we could touch each other as much as we wanted, and Mommy had actually put her finger inside my pussy, and she’d put my finger inside her pussy too, and then she’d told me she was making special plans for us, for me and her, to do everything we wanted to do with each other!

You can just imagine how excited I was, so full of anticipation and wonder. It was hard to concentrate on things at school, but I did my best. My mom always emphasized that schoolwork came first and I never wanted to let her down. So I kept paying attention, forcing myself to listen and do the work, even though my mind kept wanting to think about all those other things — about my mother taking my hand and rubbing it on her crotch, or how it felt to push my finger into Kate’s vagina, how incredibly hot she was inside, or when my mother kissed my pussy in Carla’s bed and how her face looked when she finished, all wet and shiny with my juices — these images and so many more kept whirling around in my head. I was constantly having to push them away so I could try to focus on what my teachers were saying.

There was one other thing too, nagging at the back of my mind. It concerned Molly, and what my mother had told me she did with her. I kept thinking about it and finally I decided I had to say something to my mom.

On Thursday night that week, I went to her room and knocked on her door. It was about 10:00 o’clock. Molly was asleep and Kate was in her own room getting ready for bed.

Mommy was getting ready for bed too. She was in her undies, pale blue panties with a matching bra. She was standing in her closet, hanging up the dress she’d worn that day, a lovely aqua blue wrap-around with swirls of green, like the ocean.

“Hi, sweetie, what’s up?” she asked.

As I watched, she stepped out of her panties and unhooked her bra, dropping them into a hamper. Then she walked naked to her dresser where she took a long white nightie out of a drawer and pulled it over her head. The gown was lacy, mostly sheer, and very feminine. I loved it.

I sat down on her bed. “There’s something I want to talk with you about.”

“Okay.”

She leaned close to the mirror on her vanity for a minute, examining her face. I could see that she had already washed, taking off all her makeup. “I’m getting so old,” she sighed.

“Oh, Mommy, that’s not true. You look beautiful. You’re way hotter than any of the other moms at school.”

That made her chuckle. “Thank you, sweetie. Now what was it you wanted to talk about?” She came over and sat next to me on the bed.

“Well, um, can we get inside?”

“Sure we can.”

We got into her bed together, propping up some pillows, sitting side by side. I was wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties with a thin white tank top and no bra. I wanted to seem young and appealing to her.

“So, I’ve been thinking a lot,” I began, “about all the stuff that’s happened lately. It’s all been totally great. Like that night with Carla and, um, and what we did with those new girls, the sisters, and everyone else on Saturday. That was awesome. And Mommy, I am just so excited about whatever it is, I mean, those special plans you said you’re making for us.”

I looked up at her. She took my hand in hers and smiled warmly.

“But then I’ve also been thinking a lot about the things you said you do with Molly. And I was wondering, if you do all that with her, then why wouldn’t you do it with me too? You know?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Do what with you?”

“You know, let me suck on your nipples while you masturbate and stuff. I mean, if you do it with her and it’s okay, why can’t you do the same things with me? And with Kate?”

“Well…” she frowned, thinking hard. “Hm, that’s a good question. I’ve never looked at it quite that way before.”

“Doesn’t that seem logical? If it’s okay to do that with one kid, and I think it is okay, then there’s no reason why it wouldn’t be okay with another kid, right?”

She grinned at me. “What are you, the daughter of a lawyer or something? You make a compelling argument, counselor.”

I giggled, squeezing her hand.

My mother took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “There’s no reason it wouldn’t be okay…”

“So you’ll do it?” I asked eagerly.

“Maybe…”

“What do you mean, maybe? Why not for sure?”

“Well, it’s just…”

“I think you should. I really really really think you should. With both me and Kate.”

“Oh, you do?” she grinned at me again. “You have been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“All right,” she nodded. “As I said, you make a compelling argument. I can’t see any reason why we shouldn’t.”

“Oh goodie!” I started grabbing at her breast through her nightgown.

“But wait now,” she laughed, “I didn’t say tonight!”

“Why not tonight?” I was squeezing her breast, pinching the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, feeling it stiffen.

“Well, because —”

“It’s not that late. It won’t take that long. I promise I’ll go to bed as soon as we’re done, and I’ll go right to sleep. I promise.”

“Well…”

“Please, Mommy? Please? You can’t imagine how much I’ve been thinking about this. How much I really wanna do it.”

I leaned down and kissed her erect nipple through the sheer gown. My mother sighed and put her hand behind my head, pulling me closer to her. I parted my lips, letting the hard nipple slip between them. I took it gently between my teeth, biting down just a bit like I’d seen girls do in the porno movies.

She shuddered. “Oh, that feels so good. How can I possibly say no?”

Sitting up in the bed, she tugged the bottom of the white nightgown out from under herself, and then lifted it over her head and off. Now she was nude. My mom took her breasts in her hands, holding them and kneading them. She looked into my eyes.

“You like your mommy’s tits, little girl? You want to suck on her titties?”

I nodded, licking my lips.

“That’s what I want, too. Mommy wants her little girl to suck her nipples.” Holding her breast in one hand, squeezing it and pointing the nipple, she put her other hand behind my head and drew my face slowly toward her.

I opened my mouth. I watched the big nipple coming closer. I waited, and then… it was there, it was in my mouth. I closed my eyes and closed my lips and began sucking.

This was something I had wanted for so long, something I’d dreamt about at night and fantasized about in bed as I masturbated — to have my mother’s long brown nipples in my mouth, to lick them and suck them and bite them and squeeze them with my fingers and then suck them again, suck them more and more, harder and harder, until she came.

That’s what was happening, it was really finally happening. I had my mommy’s nipple in my mouth and I was sucking on it, feeling the thickness of it on my tongue and between my lips. I sighed and snuggled closer to her, feeling so intimate with my mother, so happy and content and excited all at the same time as I sucked and sucked on her big nipple.

And there was more. She was touching herself, just as I’d hoped she would. My eyes were closed, but I could hear the familiar sounds and I could definitely smell her arousal, the wonderful intoxicating fragrance of her pussy juice. I held her breast in my hands and sucked hard at the nipple, hearing her moan. I loved the way it felt, the way it tasted in my mouth, and I loved the way she stroked my hair and pulled me even closer to her as I sucked and she masturbated.

“Yes, baby, yes, baby,” she whispered, “that’s Mommy’s good little girl.”

I reached over to feel her other nipple while I kept sucking the first one. It was fully erect, long and stiff and warm. I pinched it, feeling her shudder in response. I pinched it even harder. She groaned and kissed the top of my head. “Mmm, yes, baby, that’s right, make Mommy feel good.”

I continued sucking her nipple, loving how it felt. But I also began thinking maybe I should switch to the other one — except then I would have to let this one out of my mouth, and I never wanted to do that! I moaned and sucked it even more greedily.

From the way she was breathing and the sounds she was making, I could tell my mom was quickly getting close. She was almost ready to have an orgasm.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, that’s a good girl. Suck Mommy’s nipple, little baby, suck it hard, make Mommy feel nice.”

The wet squishy slapping sounds were louder now. She was fucking herself, fast and hard. Her potent aroma filled the room. “Such a good little girl. Goddamn, yes, Mommy loves it so fucking much!”

I took her breast in both my hands again and held it, held onto it like I would never let it go. I sucked and sucked and sucked her nipple, hearing her groan with pleasure, tasting her skin, smelling her sex — and then she came.

“OH, GOD!!”

She cried out, one hand fucking her cunt, harder and deeper, while the other clutched my head, pulling me to her breast, mashing my face against her. She cried and groaned, her body heaving as wave after wave of climactic passion coursed through her.

“GOD! FUCK!! GOD!!!”

After a long time, she began to settle down, panting and moaning, trying to catch her breath, shuddering occasionally as residual spasms emanated from her pussy. “Oh my god…”

I released her nipple from my mouth, lifting my eyes to look up at her. Her face was covered with sweat, strands of blonde hair clinging to her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, moist and pink. I looked down at her pussy. She still had two fingers pressed deep inside herself. As I watched, she slowly began to draw them out. They were shiny with her juices.

“Oh my god,” she repeated. Her wet fingers gently patted her vulva, as if comforting it.

My mother opened her eyes to look at me, shaking her head. “That was unbelievable. Why did I ever wait so long to do this?”

“I’m glad you finally did.”

“So am I, lover,” she smiled.

She took me in her arms, bringing me to her. We kissed, our mouths open, our tongues making love. She held me, stroking me, kissing me deeply.

When she ended the kiss, she took my face in her hands. Her fingers were wet with her juices. I could smell her. Mommy gazed into my eyes and kissed me once more, whispering, “Thank you, darling.”

Then she looked over at the clock. “I wish — darn, it’s too late now. I wish it wasn’t so late. But maybe, uh, maybe tomorrow we can do it with Katie too. Would you like that? Do you want to watch her sucking my nipples the way you just did?”

I nodded, grinning at her as I took her fingers into my mouth, sucking them and licking them, tasting her.

My mother sighed happily as she watched me enjoying the flavor of her pussy. “Good. We’ll do that with your sister tomorrow night. But now you get to bed, okay?”

“Okay.”

I began to get up, but she stopped me. “Mm, come here, darling, and give Mommy one more big kiss.”

We kissed again, a few more times, and then finally I left her bed and went back to my own room. I didn’t masturbate that night, as I usually would. I just lay in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, remembering how perfect it was to have her nipple in my mouth, to be sucking on it, feeling how excited she became, experiencing her orgasm with her. I was so content, so thrilled, so in love. My world was everything I wanted it to be. And soon there would be even more.

I felt tears come to my eyes, I was so happy. I turned onto my side, closing my eyes, actually putting my thumb in my mouth. I hadn’t done that since I was a very little girl, but at this moment it just felt right. I sucked my thumb, imagining it was my mommy’s big nipple, and soon fell fast asleep.

* * *

The next day was Friday. Mom called me from work at about 4:00, letting me know that she’d arranged to have a babysitter, Bethany, come in to stay with Kate and Molly that night while she and I went out to dinner. She spoke with Molly too, telling her that tomorrow they could go horseback riding together again, as they’d done a few weeks previously. Molly was thrilled.

Our mother had also recently purchased a membership at her gym for Kate and they’d starting going there sometimes on Saturday or Sunday afternoons, working out together. Kate was thrilled by that. Mommy carefully chose special things to do with each of her children, activities that would match our personalities and interests. We were about the luckiest kids ever.

When she got home, she fixed a quick supper for my sisters and then went up to her room to change for our ‘date’.

My mom hadn’t said anything to me about how I should dress for dinner that night, but I wanted to look my best for her, of course. Opting for an attractive but modest look this time, as opposed to overtly sexy, I chose a pleated brown and tan skirt that came to just above my knees, along with a sleeveless white blouse, a little white bra, white panties, and my wonderful Gucci shoes. I topped it off with the black cardigan sweater my mom had bought for me. Looking in my mirror, turning this way and that, I was very pleased with the effect. The only other thing I thought I might want to do is put on some eye makeup. I didn’t really know how to do that, though.

Deciding to ask for help, I walked down the hall to my mother’s bedroom. She was sitting at the vanity, putting on some pearl earrings. She was also wearing a pearl necklace along with a black scoop neck dress, black nylons and high heels. She looked great, as always.

“Wow, Mommy, you are so beautiful,” I gushed. As she turned to me, smiling, I studied her face. I could see that she was wearing eye shadow and eyeliner and some other makeup too. “I, um, can you help me with something?”

“Sure, sweetie, what is it?”

“Well, I was, I was thinking I’d kind of like to try maybe wearing some eye stuff, you know, like you do, a little makeup, I mean. But I don’t know how to put it on.”

Before answering, she sat back and looked at me, beaming as she admired my outfit. “What an adorable young woman you are. Like a picture from a magazine.”

“Aww,” I grinned, “you’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not just saying that, I really mean it. I don’t think you realize what a very pretty girl you are.”

“Thanks, Mom. I appreciate that. But, um, could you maybe help me with some eye makeup now?”

“Sure, of course I could. Let’s go in the bathroom.”

She helped me choose a color of eye shadow that would go well with my brown eyes, and she put on some eye liner and some mascara too, then added a lip tint and a little blush. When we finished I couldn’t believe how amazing I looked. Like a model!

“Wow, Mom, you are really good at doing that. I mean, I look incredible.”

“Yes, you do. But it’s not the makeup. It’s you, honey, my beautiful young lover who looks so incredible.”

I felt a shiver of excitement run up my spine when she said that. I was her lover.
We went to a restaurant I hadn’t been to before. It was downtown, near her office, a small, intimate, quiet place with only a few tables. They were almost full when we got there, but my mother had reserved a booth for us in the back. We sat across from each other, holding hands.

We enjoyed a nice dinner, chatting pleasantly about school and work and family stuff, a normal mom and daughter on a special evening out together. Well, maybe not quite normal. A couple of times she reached under the table to caress my knee suggestively. I could feel my pussy tingle when she touched me that way.

As we were finishing our dessert, she leaned toward me, speaking in a soft voice. “Julie, honey, there are some things I want to say to you tonight. Things I haven’t said before. I may have hinted at them, and certainly I’ve been feeling them inside for a long time, but I haven’t really come out and expressed them yet, and I think it’s time I did.”

My mother beamed at me and then looked down, clearing her throat. She seemed sort of shy and embarrassed, almost like a schoolgirl, a girl much closer to my age than her own. I felt a swelling of affection for her. I took her hand and held it tightly.

“I’m so very glad I have you, sweetheart,” she went on as she looked back up at me. “It means everything to me to have someone I can share all these special feelings with, someone I trust and admire, someone I can talk to who understands me and who can help me better understand myself. You’re such a good person, so caring and so honest and so warm. I know you’re still only 12 years old, but in some ways you’re very grown up, very mature.”

“I am?”

She nodded, smiling. “Yes, you are. You’re able to feel things deeply but you think about them too, carefully and thoroughly. You use both your heart and your head. That’s a rare combination, and I feel so lucky to know you. And not just to know you, but to have… a relationship with you.”

Chuckling to herself, she squeezed my hand and looked down again. “I know I’m jabbering a lot, and I really appreciate your just listening to me, letting me babble on.”

“It’s okay.”

She took a deep breath, then raised her eyes. “What I want to say to you tonight, honey, is that I have… well, of course I love you as your mom, but I have other deeper feelings for you too, stronger feelings that go well beyond that. Not only, um, not just sexual attraction, you know, but, well, romantic. I love you, Julie.”

She was blushing in the candlelight. My mom almost never blushed.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” she whispered, her beautiful blue eyes looking intently into mine.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

I couldn’t say anything else just then. I was too choked up with emotion. I simply gazed back at her, feeling all her love for me. I looked at my mother’s beautiful mouth, wanting to kiss her and hold her and be with her forever. I felt her warm hand cradling mine, gently squeezing it.

“Oh, Mommy,” I managed to whisper, feeling tears crowd my eyes. She smiled at me, her eyes glistening too. It was one of the happiest moments of my life.

* * *

After dinner, we drove for a while along the waterfront of the city, past the harbor with the fishing boats, past the marina with the yachts and the sailboats, then on further, out of the city and up into the hills, until we came to an overlook, a spot that looked down onto the bay.

My mother turned off the engine and we sat together in the dark, holding hands, admiring the scene before us. We could see the lights of the city, the stars in the sky, the moon reflecting on the water.

We stayed that way for several minutes, sitting quietly, not speaking. Then she said, “Let’s get out and walk a little, okay?”

“Okay.”

It was early March and the weather was starting to get warmer. The air had a slight chill, but we were both in sweaters and that was all we needed. Holding hands, we walked slowly to the far edge of the overlook, following a path around a corner, taking us behind some bushes. There were a couple of other cars parked near ours, but they were out of our view now.

We stood close together, her arm on my shoulder, my arm around her waist. The night was soft and still with almost no wind at all. I leaned nearer to her, closing my eyes, resting my head on her chest, inhaling the familiar sweet smell of her perfume, my favorite perfume. I put my other arm around her waist, hugging her, pressing my cheek against her breasts. I could feel that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She held me, caressing me, stroking my back, kissing the top of my head, whispering, “Julie, Julie, my sweet love, my darling girl.”

I raised my face, bringing my lips to hers. We kissed.

We kissed for a long time, standing on a bluff overlooking the bay, moonlight and stars above, the city below, my mother in my arms, her mouth making love to mine.

* * *

When we got home, Mommy first went up to check on Molly, who was in bed asleep, then left to drive Bethany to her house. Kate was in the family room watching a movie, a comedy we’d both seen before. I sat down beside her.

“Did you guys have a good time?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was great. Perfect.” I was floating in the clouds, exalted.

“Did she kiss you?”

I turned to my sister. She was grinning broadly. She looked at my lips, which were no doubt smeared. “Mommy and Julie, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

I giggled, playfully punching her shoulder. “Stupid.”

We held each other’s hands, happy together, laughing at Jim Carrey, waiting for our mother to get back.

When she came in a few minutes later, she swooped over to the sofa, leaning over the back and hugging Kate from behind, kissing her cheek again and again. “Oh, Katie girl, I missed you so much tonight! You’re so cute and so sexy!” She grabbed my sister’s little titty through her shirt, squeezing it.

“Mom! God!” Kate squealed, giggling and squirming. They wrestled that way for several seconds. It was really turning me on.

Finally our mother stood back up, brushing her hair from her face. She was glowing with happiness. “Now,” she said, “do you want to keep watching this movie, little one? Or would you like to come up to my bedroom with me and Julie and have a different kind of fun?”

That was an easy decision to make.

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