Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Chrestomathist

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2008 }

That week at school, Kendra was a different person. Since Friday night, she’d made out with and felt up her best friend, and had had hours of sex with a grown woman — her own mother. High school seemed small and unimportant. She found herself sizing up girls, measuring their potential as lovers, or at least sex objects, particularly girls in classes above hers. She even flirted a little with a couple seniors, and left the experience flushed and thrilled at her newfound self confidence.

At home, there was a new hum to her relationship with her mother. They didn’t spend every waking moment they were alone together having sex. But they didn’t watch TV one on the La-Z-Boy and one on the couch anymore, now they snuggled together on the couch, and sometimes kissed like lovers in the back of a movie theater, and sometimes stroked and caressed one another, absently, or with purpose, and with the TV forgotten. Teaming up to prepare dinner or clean up the kitchen afterward, or fold and put away laundry, they would stop what they were doing, lock eyes, and kiss and feel one another. And not every night, but a couple nights that week, they had abbreviated (compared to the weekend) sessions in Melinda’s bed, and slept together, naked and entwined.

Privately, Kendra thought of her mom as Melinda, her 35-year-old lover. It was hot and exciting because of the age difference; the fact she was her mother was important mostly because of the access it gave them to one another.

As their new relationship grew, Melinda took a different approach, begging Kendra to call her Mom or Mommy when she talked dirty to her, and when she came. Kendra complied with gusto, murmuring “Oooh, Mommy, your pussy feels sooo wet,” into her mouth as they kissed and frigged each other, crying “MOM… oh God, Mommy…” as Melinda ate her out. Melinda called her child ‘Baby’ during sex.

Once, Kendra almost lured her mother into staying home from work, and keeping her home from school, promising to love her constantly till dinnertime if they would stay naked in bed together all day. It didn’t quite work — though they were both late, Melinda having to drop Kendra off at school. As it happened, it was a change of heart by Kendra that finally got them out of bed and going for the day, Kendra not wanting to give up time with Jackie at school.

Jackie remained, publicly, just her friend while at school, but naturally she’d shared with her what had happened, and Jackie’s reaction had been priceless — shock, concern, then excitement all playing over her face in seconds. Kendra was sure her mother would have sex with Jackie, too, if Jackie wanted. She was sure because she’d gotten her mother to say so while Kendra frigged her to an orgasm Sunday morning. Jackie was nervous and anxious but undeniably looking forward to the opportunity.

And while they took care to appear just friends, still, they also didn’t pass up opportunities to enjoy one another when they were alone. An urgent, furtive make out session in the girls’ room when a third girl walked out, much like Kendra’s and Melanie’s in the laundry room. Surreptitiously stroking each other’s pussies through their jeans on the school bus. As many quick ass squeezes as they could manage. They were young lovers, who had adored one another before they’d so much as thought of one another in a sexual way, and the new dimension to their relationship just reinforced their public friendship.

Part of Kendra was jealous that her mother was attracted to Jackie, but another part of her saw stars at the idea of her mom and Jackie having sex, and being able to watch and ultimately participate. So she let the jealousy simmer on the back burner and made arrangements for Jackie to stay overnight at her house the upcoming Friday night. For her part, Jackie thought the idea of Mrs. Moore wanting her was just too surreal. Despite that they’d kissed, deeply, illicitly, her own self confidence level wouldn’t let her accept that she was really an object of desire for such a lovely, older woman, her best friend’s — her girlfriend’s — mother.

Kendra was giddy with anticipation when she answered the door Friday after dinner. It was Jackie, but also her father. “Hi there, Kendra,” he said, and Kendra looked at him blankly. “Uh… is your mom around?”

Kendra shook herself into the present. “Uh, sure. Mom!” With a look back at her dad and a wave goodbye, Jackie followed Kendra in the house.

Melinda, who was herself giddy with anticipation, greeted Mr. Allen brightly, but stood in the doorway and didn’t invite him in.

“Uh, we don’t want to impose,” he said, “but my wife and I are taking our daughter to her cousin’s birthday party tomorrow at 2:00. We wanted Jackie to go, but she made it very clear she wasn’t interested.”

He smiled, and so did Melanie, probably for a different reason. “Can Jackie stay here till dinnertime tomorrow? If not, that’s ok, we’ll pick her up and she’ll go to her cousin’s…”

“No, that’s fine!” Melinda said, probably with more enthusiasm than Mr. Allen expected. “She can stay as long as she wants. I’ll make sure she’s ready to go around 6 tomorrow.”

“That would be great,” Mr. Allen said. “Thanks.”

Melinda nodded and waved and shut the door, leaving Mr. Allen on the doorstep.

Melinda wondered what the protocol was in this situation. She assumed the girls were upstairs in Kendra’s room, and there she was downstairs… did she go knock on the door and say, “You guys want to have sex now?” She didn’t think so. She absently shuffled into the living room, and there she found her daughter and Jackie, sitting on the couch, perfect posture, hands in their laps, waiting for her, with body language and expressions that said they didn’t know what the protocol was, either. Melanie smiled broadly.

“Well. We’re all here!” she said, nervously. She noted that Jackie, her dream girl, puppy-love crush, was bright red, and obviously nervous. Melinda thought that was absolutely precious, but wanted to put her at ease.

“Jackie, darling,” she began. “I don’t want you to feel pressured or do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you’d like,” and she looked at Kendra to enlist her support in this idea, “why don’t you and Kendra go up to her room and… spend some time together. Then you two can let me know when you’d like to.. all do something together.”

Jackie looked at Kendra, who was smiling at her, and then back at Melinda.

“That would be great,” she said, voice cracking a little. She cleared her throat. “But it would also be great if we could all do something together right away.”

Jackie wanted Kendra, and was excited to be able to spend time alone with her after all the stolen moments in school this week, but her lust for Melinda was deepening with each passing moment of being in her presence.

Melinda smiled and beckoned Jackie, Jackie rose and walked into Melinda’s (for the moment) platonic embrace.

“You’re adorable,” Melinda murmured, winking at Kendra. “This is all new to us, too.”

She disengaged their hug and looked at Jackie at arm’s length, hands on the girl’s shoulders. “I think you’re right — we should all start out together. What do you think, sweetheart?” she asked Kendra.

Sweet, darling Kendra, so bright and clever and direct: “I think I want to see you two do it.”

Jackie reddened further; Melinda curled her toes and felt a warmth between her legs. It was settled! Melanie took Jackie’s hand and, beckoning Kendra to follow, led her upstairs.

The three were in Melinda’s bedroom, and Kendra, with a wide smile, hoisted herself up on her mom’s dresser to watch.

Jackie’s ears were still beet red, and Melinda, seeing this, drew her close and kissed them each, tenderly. Then her forehead, followed by a stroke of her 14-year-old lover’s cheek. Jackie was smiling now, still nervous, but relaxing. And horny. So she lurched forward and kissed Melinda on the lips, upset at herself for her spasticness, but as she and Melinda kissed, each mmf’ing and cooing, she lost herself.

Kendra watched her mother and best friend make out, and her breathing became labored. They were caressing one another now; her mother, whom Kendra knew wanted Jackie badly, was pulling Jackie’s top up, trying to get it over her head without interrupting their kissing too much. Jackie’s arms went up and the top came off; Kendra saw her mother grab Jackie’s sides and plunge her face into the girl’s shoulder and neck, kissing and slurping and nibbling; Jackie’s arms were still up and she shuddered and moaned and said a plaintive “ooooh.” Kendra’s legs were writhing of their own accord; she put her hand down her pants and began to rub her pussy.

Her mother was taking her own clothes off now, and Jackie was fumbling with her jeans. Kendra paused her masturbation, licked her lips and murmured encouragement. Her mother didn’t need any. Once Jackie was naked, Melinda picked her up and swooped her down on the bed, and scrambled up on top of her, looking down on the pretty face she’d fantasized so much about.

Jackie looked a little scared; Melinda’s lust was only heightened, and she cupped the girl’s face and began kissing her, a little roughly, slurping and sucking and leaving a sheen of her saliva around the girl’s lips. Jackie gamely kept up, kissing Melinda back, absently stroking up and down Melinda’s sides.

Melinda settled her pussy over the girl’s, and Jackie’s eyes widened further. Melinda began to swirl around sensually, rubbing their crotches together. Jackie arched her neck and breathed, “oooohh, Mrs. Moore…” And Melinda heard that name and growled with forbidden pleasure, and kissed and licked the girl’s neck, and moved her hands to the girl’s flat little chest and palmed her pubescent breasts, just nipples, really, and the new sensation made Jackie suck her breath in through her teeth.

Behind them, Kendra emitted several sharp gasps and came, there on her mother’s dresser; shaking, she dismounted and began removing her own clothes. Jackie saw her friend stripping and her mind was filled with the lascivious thought of having sex with a mother and a daughter at the same time… her eyes rolled back in her head and she humped up at Melinda as her orgasm mounted.

“Go down on her, Mom,” Kendra said, somewhere out of sight, and Melinda worked her way down and Jackie whimpered at losing the friction on her cunt. But then she boomed an “Oh!” as Melinda’s mouth met her pussy. The older woman French kissed her slit, then stiffly rubbed her clit with her tongue, and Jackie felt like she was vibrating like a guitar string; a finger in her hole combined with Melinda’s mouth on her clit made Jackie come in torrents, nearly blacking her out with its force.

A body was beside her as she came to her senses, she kissed it when it kissed her, and she was a little surprised to find it was Kendra, not Melinda. Melinda was regaining her own composure at the end of the bed. Jackie kissed Kendra; the two of them both having just come, the kisses were slow, soft, languid. The kisses of contented lovers, who knew more was to come. They’d made out before, even felt each other up, but never naked, and never post-orgasm, and Jackie sighed with dreamy pleasure.

Melinda was anxious for release herself. She stroked Jackie’s shin and got her attention. “That was wonderful, sweetheart,” she said in a gravelly voice, and Jackie nodded vigorously in agreement. She didn’t think she could speak yet. Kendra saw her mom twitching, a bundle of energy needing release, and realizing Jackie probably wasn’t up to the task, arose from Jackie’s side and clambered on hands and knees over to her mother, and kissed her; Melinda sighed gratefully.

Mother and daughter kissed and caressed and panted, then Kendra maneuvered her mother onto her back, next to Jackie, and straddled her, mouthing her tits one after the other and stroking her mother’s pussy with her hand, underneath her. Each stroke was an electric shock for Melinda, and finally her daughter slid down her body and, smoothing her way up her thighs, planted her face between her mother’s legs. Melinda cried out for her baby, and Kendra lapped at her mother’s pussy.

Kendra knew her vocal cues, and cooed about her mother’s delicious pussy, and feigned concern: “Should a little girl do this to her mommy? Ohhh, is this bad? Am I bad, Mommy?”

Jackie watched in wonder, and looked at Melinda’s face, contorted, straining with a huge oncoming orgasm. Melinda’s legs gripped her daughter’s head and with her hand she pushed her face harder into her cunt, crying out for her baby, her little girl. Kendra continued her dirty talk, albeit more muffled.

Jackie had to be a part of this exhilarating spectacle. Tentatively, she moved her face down to Melinda’s right breast and mouthed it, like Kendra had, and Melinda’s eyes shot open, and she cried out again. Jackie used her hand on Melinda’s other breast, and teased, rubbed and sucked her 35 year old lover’s nipples, while her daughter ate her out. Melinda shook and screamed as an orgasm washed over her, wave after wave, two fourteen-year-old girls using their mouths to get her off harder than she’d ever come before.

They all panted and wound down. Melinda kissed Jackie lovingly, as her daughter lay her head on her belly.

When Melinda got up to use the bathroom, Jackie and Kendra slid beside one another again, kissing and caressing. Jackie tasted Melinda’s come on Kendra’s face and kissed her more urgently. Melinda came back into the room to the sight of the two fourteen year olds bringing each other to another orgasm with their hands, each with their eyes shut tight, mouths in an ‘o’, and moaning and making other unbelievably sexy guttural noises.

Melinda absently rubbed her own pussy as the girls came, first Kendra, then, minutes later, Jackie, thrashing and whimpering under her friend’s hand, Kendra’s lips locked onto hers; they both came so beautifully, it was the sexiest thing Melanie had ever seen in her life.

* * *

The three spent more time in bed, and also watching a movie, eating pizza, and talking and laughing, and enjoying one another. Kendra was the sexual instigator of the group. Jackie, on the couch with Kendra, would be listening to something Melinda was telling her from the La-Z-Boy, say, and Kendra would start fondling and caressing her friend until she had her attention, and tongue in her mouth, and hands on her boobs.

Melinda was at the kitchen sink rinsing off some dishes after their (very late) Friday pizza, and her daughter came up behind her and encircled her in her arms, nuzzling and kissing her neck, hands roaming over her belly and her tits, till Melinda forced herself around and ravaged her daughter back with her mouth and hands. Kendra was in nothing but a robe and her mother dropped to her knees and went down on her, right there in the kitchen, sink water still running. Kendra sucked her breath in raggedly and pushed her mother’s face into her cunt with such force, and Melinda loved it, and her.

When Kendra wasn’t instigating sex, Melanie was. Once when Kendra went to the bathroom, Melinda was overcome with affection for her new fourteen-year-old lover, Jackie. She got up, walked over to Jackie on the couch, Jackie’s eyes wide, and picked her up like a groom preparing to carry a bride over the threshold. Melinda cradled Jackie in her arms and kissed the girl, and Jackie’s guttural moans made Melinda devour her lips and tongue.

Kendra came back in the room and let out a whoop, and Melinda spun around, still kissing Jackie passionately, dancing like a delighted new lover. They fell onto the couch together and brought each other off with their hands, Jackie still cradled in her lover’s arms; Jackie was surprised, and excited, to see that Kendra had wiggled her ring finger into her mother’s anus, making her come even harder.

Jackie did not instigate. And she felt a little self-conscious about that. Kendra and her mother seemed so free and self-confident. Jackie continually worried whether she was measuring up as a lover. Mother and daughter had a week’s head start on her when it came to lesbian sex, and seemed so in tune with one another. Jackie loved what they were doing so much she thought she might melt, and fretted that Kendra and Mrs. Moore didn’t feel the same way about her.

She felt differently about each of her lovers: Kendra was a colt, this energetic, young, passionate thing, who would overwhelm Jackie’s senses. Mrs. Moore, who, make no mistake, could also be energetic, was more sensual. She seemed to smolder as Jackie looked at her. Her heart beat faster when she thought about making love with Kendra; her mouth started to water when she thought about making love with Mrs. Moore.

And her shyness and reluctance showed itself in one conspicuous way. Both Mrs. Moore and Kendra had gone down on her; they had gone down on each other; but Jackie had had real trouble taking that step. Once, Saturday morning, Mrs. Moore beckoned Jackie to use her tongue on her pussy. Jackie had hesitated, heart racing, eyes wide, and Mrs. Moore, so loving and protective and sweet, had seemed to understand, and had cradled Jackie in an affectionate embrace and had them use their hands on each other instead.

Once, during a particularly athletic session with Kendra, they had wound up in what Jackie knew was called a 69, Jackie on the bottom, Kendra above her, her irrepressible tongue eating her friend out, while Jackie gripped Kendra’s ass for dear life and tentatively poked a tongue at her cunt, terrified she would do it wrong. Finally Kendra had begged her to use her fingers, so she had.

Neither Kendra nor her mother seemed disappointed or critical. To the contrary, as the end of their first night and day as lovers approached and they were all cleaned up and waiting for Jackie’s father to come pick her up, Mrs. Moore had said she couldn’t help herself, Jackie was irresistible, and had sloppily made out with her on the couch.

“Don’t touch me there,” she had whispered. “I don’t want to make you come right before you go home, so I don’t want you to make me come. Just kiss me.”

She did, and was hopelessly in love with this giving, loving, gorgeous woman. When the doorbell rang and Jackie kissed Mrs. Moore goodbye, Kendra followed her from the living room, palming her ass, pinching her sides to tickle her, and stopping her just before they could be seen from the door and kissing her deeply and telling her she loved her.

Jackie loved Kendra, too, and spent Saturday night awed at the idea she was loved by, and a lover to, such a wonderful girl, and her mother… and she was alternately thrilled and anxious at the incestuous aspect of it all. She’d been conflicted since Kendra had excitedly told her she had had sex with her own mother. She felt an undeniable rush at the idea, but a nagging doubt. She had assumed that doubt was her conscience, troubling her with what was ‘wrong’ about incest. After their 22 hours as lovers and sex partners, she realized the doubt wasn’t about the morality (or legality) of incest, but rather her entitlement to be part of that relationship with Kendra and her mother. She worried that she was a ‘third wheel’, that Kendra and her mother had a special relationship and bond they could never have with Jackie, and she wondered if she was intruding.

Imagining what Kendra and her mother were doing right then, at about 10pm on Saturday, both excited her and egged on her doubt. Most likely, still flush with the excitement of new sex and love, they were pleasuring each other as they had when Jackie was there. So, they could do it whether Jackie was there or not. Jackie wasn’t really necessary.

She started to panic and wonder if she would soon no longer be welcome to share in their love. Or that they would just leave her behind as their skill and knowledge of each other’s bodies and hearts grew. She was so proud to be loved by Kendra, and so happy to be Mrs. Moore’s lover and plaything, and alone on Saturday night, she felt both slipping away.

She fought her doubt with determination. Next weekend, or next time they were all together, or even just her and Kendra, she would be a more confident, adept lover. Nothing, least of all a neophyte’s skill level, would keep her from pleasuring her new lovers as much as, and in the ways that, they deserved.

She realized what her obvious course was. Her heart mashed in her chest. Could she really?

Breathing hard, she crept from her room across the hall. Downstairs a TV was on, and her parents were undoubtedly sitting in front of it.

She opened the door across the hall.

“Jess?” she whispered.

Her ten-year-old sister stirred. She was in bed — 9:30 bedtime on weekends — but obviously hadn’t been asleep. She sat up and squinted into the light doorway in the middle of her dark room, and her sister’s silhouette.

“Jess. I need your help.”

“With what?” her sister said.

“I need you to help me practice something.”

“What?”

“Come to my room and I’ll show you.”

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