Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Emma Star

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2005 }

“Mom, you home?”

Nina Edwards called out to an empty house. She shut the front door behind her and kicked off her sneakers. She shrugged her purple backpack off her shoulders and let it slide down her back, where she deftly caught the strap with one hand. Then she set it down on the floor, against the wall.

Their house was like any other suburban house in southern Massachusetts. In front of her was a hall which led to the kitchen. To her left was the dining room. To the right was the living room. A carpeted staircase led up to the second floor. Nina walked up the stairs, into her room, and into the adjoining bathroom. She peed ,then took a moment to admire herself in the mirror.

She was 16 years old and a little short for her age. She wore tight, faded blue jeans which hugged her lean legs and her full, firm butt. It had been a warm day so she’d only worn a pink, V-neck t-shirt which showed just a little cleavage at the right angles. Her boy friend, Rich, had clearly appreciated the choice of clothing as he tried to catch a peek down her shirt. They’d been dating for two months but had yet to do anything but kiss. She was a very pretty girl, with honey-gold hair down to the bottom of her neck, green eyes, and just the right amount of brown freckles on her nose and cheeks. All in all, she was happy about her looks.

Mostly, she got them from her dad’s side of the family. Colin and Patricia Edwards had been married at 18, had a daughter when they were 26, then had been divorced at 36 when Nina was only 10 years old. They had decided that they were no longer in love and that a loveless marriage was no environment in which to raise a child. Although Colin Edwards had moved out six years ago, he and his ex-wife were good friends and he maintained a close relationship with his daughter.

Nina sat down in front of the computer and switched it on. But something wasn’t right. The monitor wouldn’t work. She fiddled with the wires and did everything she could think of to fix it, but to no avail. Nina gave a frustrated groan and turned off the computer. She scooted back her chair and walked out of her room. She turned and moved down the master bedroom at the end of the hall — her mother’s room. She sat down at her mother’s computer and accessed Hotmail so she could write an email to her friend.

But as she opened the site, she saw that her mother had never logged out. Curious, Nina looked at her mother’s inbox. Most of the new messages were from her mother’s friends. One, however, stood out. It was an email titled: “The Nudity of Lana, Part 2” from someone called [email protected]. Nina looked over her shoulder. No mother in sight. She opened the email and read its contents:

“Hey Pat, I just wanted to let you know that I’ve posted part 2 of Lana on Nifty. Check it out and let me know what you think. Here’s the URL:”

The URL was displayed underneath. Nina didn’t know what Nifty was or what “The Nudity of Lana, Part 2” meant, but by this point she was burning with curiosity. She clicked the link and it took her to a simple site containing two text links — one to “The Nudity of Lana, Part 1” and the other to “The Nudity of Lana, Part 2”. She dragged the cursor to the first title. When she clicked it, a story appeared in the window. She began to read.

By the time she’d finished both parts, her jaw was hanging open. It was a story about a 13 year old girl who visits a nudist hiking trail and meets a group of female nudists. Finally, the girl, Lana, removes her clothes and joins in the fun, playing, bathing, and talking with the other naked women. There was no sex in the story, but it had strong lesbian undertones. Nina had no doubt about the direction the story was going. This opened up new questions. Was her mom a lesbian? Or bisexual? Was she into nudism? Was she turned on by the thought of a naked, 13-year-old girl?

Nina backtracked until she was able to find the main site. There were several categories of stories available but the only one which had been clicked was the “Lesbian” category. Nina clicked it and a new set of categories came up. “Adult youth”, “Young friends”, “High school”, and “Incest” had all been accessed. She clicked “Adult youth” and scanned the list of stories which had been highlighted. “The Nudity of Lana” was one. Another story, “Her Vacation Girl” caught her eye and she began to read.

This story was even more telling than the last. It was about a woman in her mid-20’s and a 15 year old girl who meet two little girls over the Internet who are interested in experimenting with an older woman. They pick up the girls from the mall, go back to their hotel room, and spend the night having a four-way lesbian orgy.

Nina was stunned. Her sweet, beautiful, perfectly normal mother was reading these kinds of stories. Even if she wasn’t a lesbian, she definitely had a thing for young girls with older women. How could this be her mother? Her mother was a fourth-grade teacher, not some wanton sex fiend. Maybe there was some mistake.

Just then, an IM window popped up. Apparently her mother hadn’t logged off AIM either. The message was from a screen name Nina didn’t recognize — MaryD4326. Nina thought to close it, but her curiosity again got the better of her. She checked the profile. It was a 31-year-old woman from Georgia. There was nothing strange in the profile at all.

“Hey there,” said Mary D over the instant message.

“Hi,” Nina typed back.

“Alice and I really miss you,” Mary said.

“I miss you, too,” Nina replied, not knowing what else to say. She felt a little guilty pretending to be her mother, but she wanted to know who this woman was. And who was Alice?

“She watched the tape we made every time she comes over for the night,” said Mary.

“Good,” said Nina.

“Her favorite part is when she’s licking your asshole while you eat me out. Whoever thought my niece would love giving a woman a rimjob so much. But she just takes off all her clothes, sits on the couch, and fingers herself while she watches it.”

Nina was completely floored. She suddenly remembered the trip her mother had taken to Georgia two weeks earlier, while Nina visited her father. She’d said it was a business trip. She didn’t mention anything about having sex with another woman and her niece. Nina had no idea what to say or do.

“I put it on the computer, too. Check it out,” said Mary.

A window popped up asking if Nina wanted to watch a streaming video clip. Against her better judgement, she clicked Accept. A window opened showing a video of her mother, sitting on the edge of an unfamiliar bed, completely naked from head to toe. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail and she seemed perfectly natural and comfortable, sitting there with her legs crossed, hiding all but a small tuft of pubic hair, and her C cup breasts hanging free. She was talking to someone behind the camera. Nina turned up the volume.

“Hurry up, Mary,” said her mother to the hidden person.

“I’m not sure it’s on,” said the voice of Mary.

“The red light is on,” replied her mother.

“Hmm,” Mary replied.

“Come on,” said her mother. “Alice wants to get her pussy licked.”

Just then, a little redheaded girl, wearing nothing but pink panties and socks, ran into the frame. She climbed on the bed and into Nina’s mother’s arms. Pat wrapped the child in a warm, loving embrace which the girl eagerly returned.

“Right, sweetie?” Pat asked the topless child.

“Right!” exclaimed Alice happily, smiling at the camera. She was an adorable girl, with pale skin and freckles on her face and shoulders. When she smiled, Nina could see that many of her teeth were missing, baby teeth which had fallen out. It was hard to reconcile the girl’s precious face with the open, animal lust on her mother’s face as Pat surveyed the girl’s flat chest.

Nina watched, mesmerized and horrified, as her mother began to grope the little girl’s chest. Then her hand slid down Alice’s stomach and into her crotch. Through the pink panties, her mother rubbed the girl’s vagina, making Alice writhe in pleasure. With her free hand, her mother turned the girl’s face towards hers. Nina saw their tongues entwine just before their lips sealed. She watched as her mother and this innocent child passionately French kissed. Alice was now on Nina’s mother’s lap, grinding her tiny butt against her mother’s crotch.

Without breaking the kiss, Nina’s mother slid her hands from Alice’s chest to her waist. She grabbed her panties and pulled them off as Alice tucked her knees to accommodate her. The girl’s small, immature pussy was now plainly visible, pink and devoid of hair. Likewise, Nina’s mother had spread her legs, giving the camera, and Nina, a clear view of her mother’s cunt. It was soaking wet by this point. Nina could barely comprehend. Of course, her mother was a woman and had the desires of a woman, but Nina could never have expected anything like this. Her mother was ravenous with sexual hunger for the 9 year old on her lap.

Suddenly, there was a movement in front of the camera, and Mary herself stepped into the frame. She looked like Alice, with the same red hair and freckles, but with breasts and a full-figured, voluptuous body. Mary, who was dressed in a blue, strapless bra, blue thong panties, and a garter belt with blue stockings, sat down on the bed beside Nina’s mother. She smiled happily as her friend molested her niece.

By now, Nina’s mother had her fingers in Alice’s lap. Nina watched as her mother continued to passionately kiss the 9-year-old girl while her fingernails teased the tiny vagina. Pat’s middle finger pressed against the opening gently until the tip had slipped inside. Alice began to squirm wildly, grinding her crotch against the much older woman’s hand.

Nina watched, transfixed to the screen, as her mother drew her finger out of the girl’s tender pussy and held it up to the girl’s face. Alice broke the kiss, looked at the finger for a moment, then opened her mouth. Nina’s mother put her finger in the girl’s mouth, then her lips closed around it. Alice sucked her pussy juice off the finger and smiled. Pat smiled back.

Alice closed her eyes and moved in for another kiss, but Nina’s mother drew back. Alice pouted. For all her sexuality, she was a child, and children got upset when they didn’t get what they wanted. Nina’s mother gave her a hug, holding the naked child against her bare breasts.

“I want to kiss you some more,” said Alice.

“I know, but we need to let Aunt Mary have some fun, too,” Nina’s mother replied, using the same voice she’d used with Nina as a child.

“Aww,” whined Alice.

“I have an idea,” said Mary. “Alice, why don’t you suck on Pat’s tits while she and I kiss?”

“OK!” said Alice happily, delighted at the idea.

“Good,” said Mary, then she turned to Pat. “Now come here, you. Mmmm . . .”

Her words were cut off as the two women locked lips. Pat wrapped her arms around the back of Mary’s neck while Mary rubbed Pat’s thighs. Somehow, seeing this really drove the point home for Nina. Seeing her mother kissing and fingering a little girl was so impossible that she couldn’t believe it. Seeing her mother, naked, kissing a woman in lingerie, made it real. Her mother was a lesbian. A very active lesbian.

While the two women kissed, Alice, now sitting beside Nina’s mother, leaned in towards Pat’s chest. Pat raised her arm to allow the girl better access. Alice took one of the large breasts in her tiny hand, squeezing the nipples, and began to suck eagerly. Her mother began to moan through the kisses. Apparently, her nipples were a very sensitive spot.

Just then, the video stream stopped. Another IM from Mary popped up.

“I almost forgot. I uploaded the pics too. Want to see them?” she asked over IM.

“OK,” Nina typed in response, not knowing why.

Mary sent a link and Nina clicked it. Another window opened which showed a list of JPEG images. She clicked on the top one and worked her way down. Some of them were perfectly normal. She saw a picture of Pat, Mary, and Alice at the beach. Then a picture of Alice in a cute, one-piece yellow bathing suit, making a sand castle. There was a picture of Mary and Pat together at some kind of club. And there was another of Mary and Alice, fully clothed, hugging warmly.

But then, there were the others:

The three lovers lying side by side, masturbating, with Alice in the middle.

Mary, on her back, with Alice squatting over her face, getting her pussy licked.

Pat and Mary, on all fours, kissing each other.

Alice and Pat curled up together, naked, fast asleep.

Her mother one her hands and knees with Alice, kneeling behind her, wearing only a strap-on dildo, looking over her shoulder at the camera and smiling sweetly.

And, most shocking of all, Nina saw a picture of her naked mother, sitting in a bathtub, while Mary peed on her face. Her mother seemed to be reveling in it, opening her mouth wide to receive the piss. It dripped down her chin and covered her breasts.

Suddenly, she heard the door open downstairs. “Nina, sweetie, you home?” she heard her mother call.

Quickly, Nina closed all the windows she’d opened. She quickly ran into her room, jumped on her bed, and turned on the television. By the time her mother began to walk up the stairs, she was watching a talk show. Her mother walked into the room. She sat down on the bed beside her daughter and kissed her on the forehead.

“Hi, honey,” she said.

“Hey, Mom,” Nina replied, her voice quavering.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“Nope,” the teenager replied.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

Nina felt her heart freeze. She looked up at her mother. Pat Edwards was a tan woman with long, brown hair. Despite being in her early forties, she still had a marvelous figure. She was a perfect vision of feminine beauty and female sensuality. Her chocolate brown eyes gleamed as she looked at her daughter.

“What . . .”

“Your algebra test?”

Nina breathed a silent sigh of relief.

“I got an A.”

“That’s wonderful!”

Nina’s mother hugged her tightly. Somehow, Nina felt dirty, as if hugging her mother after what she’d just witnessed was wrong. But she couldn’t say anything. After that, her mother told her what they were having for dinner, then walked into her room.

Nina sat there for a moment, in a daze. She couldn’t believe that her mother, the woman who’d raised her, loved her, and cared for her her entire life, could actually do something like she’d just witnessed on the computer. When she had looked at her mother, she hadn’t seen a woman in a smart, business suit. She’d seen her naked, fingering a little girl, or kissing a full-figured redhead in lingerie.

Softly, Nina began to cry.

Continue on to Chapter 2