Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

As she sat on my lap, Eve gazed at me, searchingly. I saw worry and wonder and desire in her eyes, all at the same time. She took another deep breath, slowly letting it out.

Just then a chime rang. It meant someone was waiting at the elevator door. “That’s the dessert for the girls,” I said.

Eve started to get up, but I tightened my hold around her waist and kept her seated. “Just stay here, stay where you are,” I told her. “Will you trust me?”

She shrugged her shoulders, grinning sheepishly. “Okay.”

The chime was repeated.

“Bambi!” I called. “Will you let them in, please?”

“Okay, Mommy!”

We heard the sound of running feet, Bambi apparently being followed by the other two girls. A moment later my daughter called, “It’s room service, Mommy!”

“Ask them to bring it in here!”

“Okay!”

Eve again started to make a move to get up. It was instinctive for her. She simply couldn’t be seen sitting on a sexy woman’s lap, especially not on her bed!

I held her down, but gently patted her hip. “It’s okay,” I said. “Just sit.”

Bambi came into the room, followed by a young woman carrying a tray. And right behind the woman came Paige and Gwen. Their eyes went wide when they saw their mother perched on my lap.

“Right there on the table is fine. Thank you,” I said to the young woman.

She set the tray on a table by the wall after clearing a space for it. Then she removed the tops from four covered dishes, and the girls began gushing over how delicious the desserts looked.

The server had a leather pad with her containing the bill I needed to sign. As she stepped toward me, I said, “Will you sign that for me, Eve?”

“Oh, um, yes.”

I smiled at the server. “My hands are kind of full right now, as you can see.”

The young woman gave a brief nod and a tiny smile.

I let one of my hands move onto Eve’s bare thigh. Her denim skirt had ridden up when she sat on my lap, and she was showing a lot of leg. I stroked her smooth skin as she signed the check with a shaky hand.

Taking the pad from Eve, the young woman thanked us and left the suite.

“Which one is mine?” asked Bambi.

“You can each choose the dessert you want,” I told the girls. “Paige and Gwen choose first, since they’re our guests. Then you take the one you want, Bambi, and Eve and I will share whatever is left.”

“Okay,” said Bambi. Then to Paige, “You pick first.”

“They all look good to me,” responded the girl. “Which one do you want?”

“I want the one with the peaches and the whip cream,” Bambi said, “but you can take whichever one you want.”

“Okay, um, maybe I’ll have the chocolate cake then.”

“Which one do you want, Gwen?” asked my daughter.

“I think the… is that pecan pie?”

“I don’t know, I guess.”

“Okay, I’ll try that one.”

“Mommy, I’m taking the peach thing. There’s one left. It’s a green pie.”

Gwen laughed. “That’s key lime pie, silly. Mom, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” Eve answered uneasily. Once again she started to get up, and this time I let her.

When Eve was finished admiring the desserts her daughters had chosen, Bambi said to the girls, “Let’s go eat ‘em in my room.”

“Okay,” they agreed. The two younger girls left, but Gwen lagged behind.

She looked over at me, where I was sitting on the bed with my legs crossed again, and then at Eve, who was picking up the plate with the key lime pie. Gwen smiled, then gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. “I love you, Mom.”

“Oh,” said Eve, “I love you too, sweetie. Thanks.”

I got up and went to them, putting my arms around both of them, pulling them close. “You have a wonderful daughter, Eve. Gwen is so good with the children. You don’t mind spending so much time with them, do you, Gwen?”

“No, I, I don’t mind. I like it.”

I smiled at her. “I know you do. But I want to thank you anyway, for being so dependable and so kind to my daughter. She thinks you’re tops, you know? And so do I.”

I brought my face to hers and kissed her on the mouth, holding the kiss long enough to make it clear that this was more than an ordinary thank-you peck.

With my arms still around their waists, I turned from Gwen, who was smiling brightly, to her mother. “And thank you, for letting my daughter and me spend time with you and your girls. We really do appreciate it.”

I kissed Eve on the mouth, the same way I had kissed her daughter, only I held the kiss even longer, so Gwen would make no mistake what it meant.

Then I turned once more to the teenager. “Your mom and I have some things to talk about now, but in a few minutes I’ll come and get you and we’ll have a look at that skirt I told you about, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, her eyes shining.

I dropped my arm from her waist and she started from the room, carrying her dish of pecan pie. I called to her, “Will you shut the door, honey?”

“Um, all right.”

As the door closed, Eve said to me, “You, you kissed my daughter.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Is that… part of what I have to get used to?”

“How did it feel to you when you saw me kissing her?” I asked.

She frowned, thinking. “It felt like, um, like I should say something, like I should stop you. But I… I also think that maybe, that maybe Gwen liked it.”

Eve sat down again, trying to puzzle out what it meant. “And if, what was it you said earlier about Bambi? ‘If she likes it, if it makes her happy, then I don’t see any harm in it.’ I think maybe part of me wants to say that about Gwen too, but I’m also kind of afraid.”

I knelt on the floor beside her. “I understand. It’s a lot to take in all at once.”

“So you, you like kissing my daughter.”

“Yes.”

“And you like kissing me.”

“Very much.”

“Wow.”

I put my hand on her knee, rubbing gently. “Was there anything else you felt when you saw me kissing her?”

Eve started to laugh, and put her head down.

“What is it?” I asked.

She looked at me. “For a second, when you were kissing her, I thought — I know this is going to sound crazy, but — I thought to myself, oh, cool, it’s like in those Internet videos.”

I smiled and squeezed her knee. “You really like watching those videos, don’t you, the ones with women and girls kissing each other?”

She put her head down again. “Yeah, I do.”

“Now, wait,” I took her by the chin, lifting her head, “try not to look down when you say that. Be proud of who you are and what you like to do. Who cares what anyone else thinks? You don’t need to be constrained by old-fashioned puritan values.”

“You’re right,” she nodded. “I don’t need to be, and I don’t want to be.”

“Good.”

“But it’s really hard.”

I placed my hand on her knee again, and began sliding it slowly up her leg.

“I know it is. Those are the doors we have to open. You’ve been shut behind them for too long. If you’ll trust me, if you’ll do what I say, we can have a lot of fun.”

My hand was on the soft inside of her thigh, beneath her skirt. She parted her legs for me, trembling, as my fingers moved closer to her crotch.

I put my other hand behind her head, pulling her face down to mine, and we kissed. Our tongues came together, teasing. Under her skirt, I brushed the tips of my fingers along the edge of her panties.

Eve was panting again, moaning. Her mouth was wet, and I was sure her pussy was too. Here was a woman who’d not had anyone touch her this way, lovingly, sensually, erotically, for a very long time. Possibly no one ever really had.

After ending the kiss, I removed my hand from under her skirt and took a chair next to hers. She and I shared the delicious slice of key lime pie, playfully feeding bites to each other, laughing and eating and kissing, sometimes all three at once.

When we were finished, I stood, gently pulling her up with me, and we kissed again, this time even more wetly, tongues probing and exploring. Eve’s hands groped for my breasts. I let her grab them, squeezing them. But that was as far as I wanted to go for the moment.

I pulled back, smiling at her, using my finger to clean away some of her (or my) smeared lip gloss from the side of her mouth. Then I kissed her one more time, very gently. Taking her hand, I said, “Come on.”

We walked slowly toward the bedroom door, hand in hand. Just before we reached it, I turned to her and asked, “Are you ready to go along for the ride?”

The woman nodded slowly, her eyes filled with both fear and desire, as if saying yes and no at the same time. That was fine. It was all that could be expected at this point. I opened the door.

“Gwen,” I called, “do you want to look at that skirt now?”

“Yeah, sure!” came her voice from Bambi’s room. A few seconds later, the teenager stepped out into the hall, tugging down her tight pink skirt. Her face was flushed. I wondered what kind of games she might have been playing in there with Bambi and Paige, and I wished I had been there to see it.

I took Gwen’s hand, leading her into the large dressing room that was part of the master suite. Eve came with us, and they watched as I searched inside one of my trunks.

I pulled out a skirt that was slightly small for me around the waist. I was still able to wear it, and sometimes did, but I was more than happy to let Gwen take the skirt — especially if it meant I could help her try it on.

The skirt was a rayon/silk blend, so it flowed beautifully around me as I walked. It was in a swirling blue and green pattern that always reminded me of the sea. I loved wearing it, but it was getting to be a tight fit.

Holding it up, I asked, “What do you think? Do you like it?”

“Yes, I do,” Gwen smiled. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s too small for me,” I told her, “but it should be fine for you.”

I pointed to her skirt. “Take that one off.”

“Here?”

“Yeah, go ahead. Come on, pull it down.”

“Well, um, okay…” The girl’s pink skirt had a wide elastic waistband. There were no fasteners, so she just shimmied it down over her thighs.

Underneath she wore a skimpy thong, bright red and sexy. That was why she’d hesitated about taking off the skirt in front of me.

“Ooh, I like that,” I said, looking at her crotch. “Very hot.”

“Um, thanks.” Blushing deeply, Gwen stepped out of the skirt and handed it to her mother.

“Why don’t you take off your shoes, it’ll be easier that way,” I suggested.

“Right.” The girl reached down and undid the knots, then slipped off her little white tennis shoes.

I enjoyed looking at her long lean thighs, watching her muscles stretch as she bent over. I put my hand on her bare bottom. “You’re in such amazing shape. What a body you have.”

The teen glanced nervously at her mother, who was standing and watching us. Eve gave her a brave smile, and even licked her lips. Along for the ride, I thought happily.

Gwen took the blue and green skirt and stepped into it, pulling it up. I helped her do the three buttons in the back. It was a pretty good fit, with perhaps an inch of excess room around the waist.

“You could easily take this in a little,” I commented, my finger in the waistband. Eve nodded.

“Wow, I love the way this feels,” the girl smiled, swishing her hips back and forth.

I led them into the bathroom, so Gwen could see herself in the big mirror.

“It looks nice on you, honey,” said her mother.

“Yeah, it really does.” Gwen beamed at her reflection, clearly pleased with what she saw.

Suddenly she turned to me and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me close. “Thank you so much, Angela!”

I felt her small breasts pressing against me. Putting my arms around the girl, I let one hand slide down below her waist.

“You’re quite welcome, honey,” I said as I suggestively caressed her bottom. She stiffened slightly in my embrace, realizing that her mother could see how I was touching her.

I caught Eve’s eye. She appeared a little uneasy, but also somewhat aroused. I sent her a wink and a smile, which she tentatively returned.

As I let Gwen go, she and her mother looked at each other. Their faces were both flushed, but in neither did I see any indication of wanting to turn away from the direction we were taking.

We stood there for a moment, and then Eve glanced at her watch.

“Well,” she said, “I hate to break up the party, but it is almost 10:30.”

Gwen frowned, apparently wishing the night wouldn’t end so soon. But then her eyes brightened, as if she’d had an inspiration.

“Thank you again,” she said quickly. “I love the skirt.” Giving me a kiss on the cheek, the teen took her other skirt from her mom, dashed into the dressing room to grab her shoes, and hurried off.

Eve came to stand beside me.

“Whew,” she said, fanning her face with her hand, “that was getting steamy.”

I studied her, searching her eyes. Finally I asked, “Are any doors beginning to open up in there?”

For a fleeting second she started to turn her face to the floor, then thought better of it. Looking me straight in the eye, her chin held high, the woman nodded, took a deep breath, and said, “Yes, I think they might be. I really think they are.”

A second later, the door to Bambi’s room burst open, and she came running toward us, followed by the other two girls.

“Mommy!” she panted, her face shining with excitement, “Gwen says maybe I should stay in their room with them tonight, you know, like a sleepover. Can I? Please?”

Gwen came up behind her, blushing. “I, um,” she stammered, “it — I thought it would be fun for the girls.”

I knew very well, of course, that the sexy 16-year-old had other things in mind besides what might be ‘fun’ for the younger girls. Her idea for a sleepover with her little sister Paige, who was 11, and my daughter Bambi, who was 10, could lead to some interesting possibilities later in the night.

Gwen knew that I knew that too, which is why she was blushing. But I didn’t mind, not one bit. In fact, I admired her ingenuity.

“Mommy, please, can I?” Bambi begged, doing her part of the act.

“I know it sounds like fun,” I began, “but are you really sure they have room for you?”

“Oh, yes,” Gwen assured me, “Paige and me have our own room with two double beds, queen-size beds. There’s lots of space.”

“It’s fine with me,” added their mother. “I don’t mind at all, Angela, as long as you say it’s okay.”

“Please, Mommy?” My daughter jumped eagerly up and down.

“Well, I can see that I’m outnumbered. I’ll be lonely, though, all by myself up here in this big suite.”

“Maybe you should sleep with my mom,” Gwen blurted, “you know, like a grownup slumber party.”

Eve’s face was slowly turning red, almost as red as her daughter’s thong. But she didn’t say no or scoff at the suggestion. She looked at me, her eyes openly inviting.

I smiled. “Okay, how about this? Tonight we’ll have a slumber party sleepover in your rooms, and then tomorrow night we’ll all stay up here, in our rooms. Is that a deal?”

“Yay!” Bambi clapped and cheered, joined by Paige and Gwen. The three girls rushed back to Bambi’s room to collect her things and get ready.

Eve slipped an arm through mine and laid her head on my shoulder. I glanced at her face. It looked as if she wanted to say something, but was unsure how to start.

“What is it?” I prompted, patting her hand.

“It’s just, I… I’m feeling very happy, I really am, but… it all seems like it’s happening so quickly.”

I smiled inwardly, recalling the times when Bambi and I had made our conquests in just a couple of hours or less. This one was taking quite a bit longer, but I felt certain it would be worth the extra effort.

“It’s okay,” I assured her in a gentle voice. “Nothing will take place before you’re ready for it, I promise.”

Eve was quiet for a moment. Then she raised her head and looked into my eyes. Nodding slowly, she took a deep breath and with a brave smile said, “I’m ready, Angela, for whatever comes next. I trust you.”

I kissed her mouth, softly. She leaned into me, pressing her body close to mine. Eve was obviously quite willing, even eager, to have me make love with her. But I wanted more than that. I did want her, she was a lovely woman, and I was sure I would enjoy sleeping with her — but my ultimate desires went further, much further.

A chorus of loud girlish giggles and a shout from Bambi, “Okay, Mommy, let’s go!” told us our daughters were ready for the sleepover to begin.

I patted Eve’s hand again. “Let me just grab a couple of things, and then we’ll go down to your rooms.”

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