Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

I gave birth to my second child, a beautiful little girl I named Beth, seven years after I had Chelsea, my firstborn. The advice I received back then was to feed Chelsea with formula milk — and I foolishly listened. Looking back, it was more to do with wanting to keep my youthful figure than anything else. I allowed myself to be selfish, at my daughter’s expense, and regretted it ever since. Now I know that for newborns, the breast is always best.

When I started nursing Beth, I’d had no idea how sexually stimulating it could be… but the first time she drank from my nipple, I was on fire! It was sensual and loving in a way that made coupling with my husband Dan seem coarse by comparison, much as I love him.

Beth positively adored being fed. In fact, even when she was three and I had no more milk to give, my baby girl still came to me to nurse… and I had decided that I would let her, for as long as she wanted. So nearly every night after her bath, I would remove all my clothes and take little naked Beth to my breast. My pussy would drip just from anticipating it.

I’d caress her bare body as she purred contently, that warm little mouth enveloping my nipple. She was totally relaxed and happily spread her legs, allowing me full access to every part of her. I would touch Beth all over as we lay naked together, even her tiny slit. It’s part of her body, after all… and, to my mind, no more wrong to fondle and caress than her toes. Besides, it made my daughter happy, and gave me pleasure, too! In fact, I often masturbated while nursing Beth, as long as no one else was around.

I think that Chelsea, who was ten at the time, was a bit jealous of the attention I gave her baby sister when she nursed from me, so I tried not to do it in her presence — especially those private times when Beth and I were nude together. I did feel regretful about having bottle fed Chelsea, but didn’t know how to make it up to her other than showing her as much affection as I could, always letting her know that she was loved. Still, I did get the feeling that, on some unconscious level, my ten-year-old sensed the special bond that Beth and I shared, and felt somewhat left out.

I began to seriously consider weaning Beth from my breast, much as the prospect saddened me. Luckily, things worked out in a much nicer way.

It happened one evening when Chelsea was at choir practice, and Beth was with me in the living room watching Blue’s Clues. My little girl was sitting on the floor at my feet, her back to the sofa. Then, during a commercial break, she turned, raised her arms to me and cooed “Mama?”

This was her signal — my child’s way of telling me that she wanted to nurse.

My heart seemed to swell in my chest as I lifted Beth into my lap, her tiny hands reaching for my breasts. Just seeing that had my pussy throbbing. Usually we waited until after her bath for our nursing session, and always did it in the upstairs bedroom, behind closed doors. But right then, she and I were the only ones home. Dan wouldn’t be home from his job at the oil rig for three more weeks, and Chelsea was good for at least another hour of choir practice. Why not? I thought.

I stripped off my t-shirt and bra, then slipped out of my panties. Now naked, I removed Beth’s frilly dress and her tiny underpants and sat back on the couch with her nestled in my lap. She fell to my left breast and its erect nipple and locked on, sucking happily.

I was already wet, so my fingers slipped into my cunt like a knife into warm butter. I began to masturbate with one hand, cradling baby Beth to my breast with the other. I don’t know why, but I was more aroused than usual — maybe it was because I was being so brazen, getting myself off near the living room window, where anyone could see me if they came near enough.

Wanting to share the pleasure I was feeling with my little girl, I began to caress her nipples, then trailed my fingers down her body until they were nestled between her thighs. I allowed a single fingertip to glide up and down Beth’s slit, touching her as I would a lover. Her eyes glazed over as we took pleasure from each other.

I was so incredibly hot by this time that I failed to see Chelsea arriving home early from choir until she entered the room, gasped in shock and fled. I was still fondling Beth’s vulva with one hand, fucking myself hard and fast with the other when the slam of the door jolted me from my sexual trance.

With a sinking heart, I knew that I’d have to have a talk with Chelsea and somehow explain what I was doing cuddling with her baby sister in such an intimate way. In the meantime, though, I couldn’t thrust Beth away while she suckled from me. So I continued to nurse her, wondering what I was going to say to Chelsea. Had she seen my hand between Beth’s legs? How was I going to make sense of something like that to a ten-year-old girl? Could I make her understand the reason for the pleasures I shared with her little sister, when I barely comprehended them myself?

Then the door opened once more, and I stared in disbelief as I saw Chelsea standing before me. She was naked.

She gazed deep into my astonished eyes, then said, “Mama?” exactly the way that Beth did when she wanted to nurse.

She never called me that anymore — for several years, I’d been “Mom” to her. My heart pounded as I realized what my little girl was asking me to do.

Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t have told her no. I extended a hand to my daughter, beckoning her to me. Chelsea knelt onto the sofa and slowly, slowly brought her mouth to my right breast. I whimpered as she lightly kissed my very erect nipple, then moaned when she sucked it into her mouth.

I stared in happy disbelief at the sight of Chelsea at my breast, a dreamy look in her eyes. Beth had nursed enough to satisfy her for now, so I laid her down by my side… where she watched her naked big sister, now experiencing the same pleasures she’d already enjoyed.

Chelsea lay sprawled on top of me, my nipple still in her warm mouth as I held her bare body to my own. A wicked impulse overtook me, and I allowed my hand to drift slowly down her back until I was caressing her pert little bottom. The purring sound she made let me know that she liked what I was doing, so I grew bolder still. My fingers delved into the crease between my little girl’s buttocks to stroke her rosebud, then journeyed down further, until I found her smooth, slippery vulva. Chelsea arched her bottom, encouraging me to touch her… and I happily obliged, stroking her slit until she was squirming atop me. She raised her face to mine, her eyes wide as new feelings surged through her boyish body. “Oh, Mom,” she whispered.

I found her clitoris and gently toyed with the tiny nubbin, quickly taking my daughter to a shuddering orgasm.

Spent, she lay in my arms, her breath warm against my tingling nipple. Meanwhile Beth was sitting up, clearly ready for more after watching her sister… and she held her hands out to me, cooing, “Mama?”

So I took baby Beth back to my breast, and she eagerly sucked my right nipple into her mouth. Chelsea turned onto her side and wrapped her arms around my neck, her sweet face now inches from mine. “I love you, Mom,” she murmured, eyes bright with joy.

“I love you too, honey,” I replied, bringing my lips to hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. When I drew away, she followed to kiss me again. This time, I traced Chelsea’s lower lip with my tongue… and my little girl simply melted into me, her mouth opening to welcome my loving intrusion.

Soon Chelsea and I were kissing passionately, our tongues engaging, mingling. Before long, she had taken my lead and slipped her hand between my legs, her fingers exploring the thick bush, seeking out and finding the moist flesh the dark curls concealed.

I guided her, silently showed her how to touch me the way I liked best. She quickly got the hang of it, and began to masturbate me while we continued to kiss. Within two minutes I was crying out loud as her little hand brought me to a blissful orgasm.

That was the end of Chelsea’s jealousy. Things were different between us, better. She now had a code word that meant I want you to make love to me. It was the word that she learned from her sister, “Mama.” When she called me that, my little girl and I would both undress and come together as lovers. And sometimes, Beth would be there too.

Continue on to Chapter 2