Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By hornykate

Laura came round the next day (goody!), wearing a floral floaty skirt (goody!). I spent the whole day thinking about taking her home, but also about the practicalities of the situation. It can’t be called an affair, can it? With a twelve year old? Is it an old-fashioned seduction? But then, who’s seducing whom? And if it was ever found out, what then? But these questions became irrelevant when it came time to take Laura home.

“Can I come too?” asked my daughter Lizzie. Great, I thought.

But hang on. Why is she coming along now? She NEVER wanted to come with me when I took Laura home. I tried to dissuade her, but even Laura was on her side.

Was Laura taking her along as insurance, to prevent a repeat of last night? Of course. That’s it. Bloody hell, I now felt really stupid. As if a twelve year old was really interested in someone my age!

So we all got in the car. (Not hubby, he’d found a TV channel showing cars with tyres the size of Jupiter crushing other cars, so he was in The World Of Men). Laura sat in the front. Lizzie in back, on the seat behind Laura.

Fuck, I thought. Fuck fuck fuck. I’d been leading myself up to this point, getting myself aroused and wet with the scenarios I’d played out featuring me and Laura. Fuck!

So we drove and indulged in small talk. I actually felt angry with Laura. That sounds really unfair, I know, but I couldn’t help it. Worse, I resented my daughter’s presence. Snap out of it, I told myself as we approached a bend, causing me to change gear.

And lo and behold, there was Laura’s leg, which she kept there through the gear change down and the gear change back up. I repeated the mantra in my mind: fuck fuck fuck. She’s continuing the game, but we now have Lizzie in the back. But Lizzie’s not so much in the back now, she’s leaning forward so she can see into the front seats.

I’m not a stupid woman; not innocent or naive. I’m being set up, I thought. But I didn’t know to what end. The girls must have been talking. Something’s happened between them. I was feeling a little paranoid and VERY foolish.

Then Laura opened her legs as wide as she possibly could. And I thought, fuck it. I felt so horny, so wound up with lust, and this situation just exacerbated it. Some R&B was on the radio, the heater was gently wafting out warm air and the atmosphere in this tiny cockpit was downright steamy.

So in spite of my daughter’s presence (or because of it?) I gently laid my hand on Laura’s inner thigh.

“Fuck,” said my daughter. And that one word emboldened me. She hadn’t said ‘Mother, stop touching up my friend,’ or ‘MOTHER! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!’ She’d just said, almost whispered, “Fuck.”

I felt myself becoming lost in a mist of sensuality and desire. I no longer cared that Lizzie was watching. I went straight for Laura’s cunt and began fingering her through her panties.

We came to the same red light we stopped at on the previous night. While we waited, I turned only slightly, but just enough to realize that my Lizzie had a hand under her skirt and was fingering herself. It all seemed too surreal. I usually curse this traffic light, as it’s always on red for ages, but tonight it gave me the opportunity to slip my hand into Laura’s knickers. My God, she was wet. And I found myself wondering how wet Lizzie was as she rubbed away just behind us.

The lights changed, so I had to remove my hand from between Laura’s thighs, and after I’d shifted gears I did something that sounds too bizarre to believe. But I did it. I reached back with my wet, cunt-of-Laura fingers and offered them to my daughter. She took my fingers into her mouth to taste her friend’s cunt. My own sex was incredibly wet as I put my hand between Laura’s wide-spread legs and back into her knickers.

We were now on the long stretch of road that led to Laura’s home, and I was more aware than ever of my daughter as she rubbed her cunt while watching me finger fuck her friend. This was not part of my plan. But the way it was turning out was giving me much food for thought.

I continued to finger Laura to an orgasm (fortunately, no gear changes were necessary on this last stretch), but I was also very aware of what my daughter was up to as she continued to masturbate in the back seat of the family car. Then I heard it, the halted breath, the air exhaled through the nose as my daughter came.

The next thing I knew, we were outside Laura’s house. Everyone in the car was quiet. Even the engine seemed quieter. Laura opened the door and the interior light came on, which I quickly turned off. I didn’t want bright lights.

She turned back, leaned towards me and we kissed. I knew Lizzie was watching, so I put my hand on the back of Laura’s head and drew her into me, seeking out her tongue with mine. We broke our kiss, she turned toward Lizzie and kissed her in a similar way, and then was gone.

I was speechless. Still horny. And we still had to drive back home…

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