Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

Joan followed Nina meekly, her daughter leading her to the king-sized bed. She allowed herself to be guided into a reclining position atop the bedspread, her legs gently eased apart by Nina’s hands. So she can lick me, Joan told herself. So she can go down on her mother. 

She felt the bed shift as a warm, still damp body lay down alongside hers… then a tiny cry escaped Joan’s lips as she felt Nina nuzzle her neck.

How long had her daughter said that she had felt this way before leaving home? Four years. Good grief, Joan marveled, she was barely a teenager! 

Suddenly she imagined herself together with Nina as her daughter had been when the girl had first known of her incestuous desire – the awkward fourteen-year-old who always seemed uncomfortable around boys.

What if we had made love back then – when Nina first knew she wanted me? Joan wondered, her head lolling back as Nina’s tongue licked a path down to her right nipple, drawing it into the heat of her mouth. A tiny whimper escaped Joan’s throat. She wouldn’t have left home. I wouldn’t have lost my baby girl.

Her eyes drifted closed as she pictured it — the grown woman and the young girl of fourteen. And as the adult Nina suckled her breast, Joan allowed herself to imagine what it would have been like to undress, to kiss, fondle and enjoy the blooming body of her shy, lovely child.

But that was a fantasy for another day, another time. In the here and now, Nina was a grown woman lying naked in Joan’s arms, pleasuring her breasts. While Nina’s mouth showered affection on one — kissing, sucking and playfully biting her mother’s throbbing nipple — her hand was busy fondling the other.

Joan’s cunt was a raging holocaust, and the orgasm she’d enjoyed just minutes earlier seemed like a distant memory. This was lust as she’d never known it, the kind of passion promised by the romantic novels she’d devoured as a teenager. But no paperback bodice-ripper had ever ended like this!

How could such a thing be happening? After years of secret fantasies about sex with another woman, that dream was finally coming true — with her own daughter! — and it was even lovelier than she’d hoped. Why does this turn me on so much? Joan asked herself, cradling Nina’s face to her heaving breasts.

Joan knew that she should have been horrified, even repulsed by what she was doing with Nina. Instead, she wanted to surrender completely to the moment, to lose herself in love.

“K-kiss me, sweetheart — please!” she blurted, longing to taste her daughter’s mouth again.

Raising her face from a creamy breast, Nina took her mother in a fierce lover’s kiss, thrusting her probing tongue between Joan’s parted lips.

Her heart singing with adoration, Joan matched and even surpassed her daughter’s passion, humming with pleasure as she fucked the young blonde’s mouth.

I don’t give a good goddamn if this is wrong, she thought. Maybe I’ll feel guilty tomorrow, perhaps even in an hour — but right now, I want to make love to every sweet inch of my baby girl’s body. And I want her to have all of me, too.

As if she was reading her mother’s mind, Nina suddenly broke away, staring at the older woman with the  hungry eyes of a predator. “I gotta taste you, Mom,” she said, her voice hoarse with lust. “Can I do that to you, Mommy? Can I love your pussy with my mouth?”

If anything, her daughter’s words sent Joan’s desire soaring even higher. “Yes, Nina,” she whispered, lost in the young blonde’s gaze. “Anything you want from me. I’m yours.”

Quickly pushing herself up, Nina moved between Joan’s outstretched legs. “Raise your knees, Mom.”

When Joan complied, Nina spread the woman’s thighs wide apart, eagerly moistening her lips at the view of her mother’s open sex. “Jesus,” she breathed, reaching out to lightly brush the glistening labia with her fingers. “Your cunt… it’s so beautiful, Mom. Like a blossom. Ooooohh!” she suddenly exclaimed, slipping the tip of a finger inside. “It’s juicy, too…”

Joan had always disliked the word cunt, but in her daughter’s mouth it seemed like poetry. “You made me like that, sweetheart,” she replied — angling her hips up from the bed, as if presenting herself to Nina.

“Yeah?” Nina purred, idly toying with her left nipple. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t keep my mother waiting.”

With that, she slowly lay down between Joan’s parted legs, grasping her mother’s hips with both hands. Nina took in a long, deep breath, drinking in the musky scent of pussy. “Nice,” she murmured, then her tongue emerged to take a light lick.

“Oh!” Joan gasped. It felt absolutely divine — like being touched by a flame, but one that caressed rather than burned.

Before she was able to catch her breath, Nina licked again. Then again. Once more, this time slipping briefly into her opening before her daughter’s mouth covered Joan’s sex in a deep, lustful kiss.

It was too much to withstand. Joan’s body was piano-wire taut with arousal, and when Nina’s probing tongue entered her vagina, it caused that tautness to snap.

She cried out, coming hard, an earthquake of pure rapture shattering her soul into tiny fragments. Nina was eagerly going down on her, the young woman’s mouth doing unimaginable things to her as Joan mauled her own breasts, scissoring the tips of them between shaking fingers.

Then, as Joan’s climax began to wane, Nina’s wicked index finger muscled its way into her asshole — and just like that, she was coming again.

Joan wanted to scream but couldn’t, ached for a long, deep breath but wasn’t able to draw in more than tiny gasps of air through gritted teeth. Nina was nursing at her clitoris, sucking at the erect nubbin while teasing the tip with exquisite flicks of the tongue. Meanwhile, the girl’s finger was buried up to the third knuckle and twisting around in Joan’s rectum, sending exquisite surges of warmth through her quaking belly.

Everything seemed to converge into a dazzling, white-hot, diamond-hard point of light, then immediately blacked out into nothingness.

Returning to consciousness was like swimming upward through murky water, the world glimpsed only in quick snatches until Joan’s eyes fluttered open.

There she was, back in the oddly familiar coziness of the motel room, cradled in the arms of her naked daughter. The sweat that glazed Joan’s body reassured her that only a few seconds had passed.

“Wow, Mom,” Nina murmured, her lips almost touching Joan’s ear, “that was… seriously intense. It’s been awhile since you really got off, huh?”

“It — it has, yeah,” Joan replied, her heart suddenly pounding, her mind racing frantically as reality kicked in. Had she really done this forbidden thing — made love with Nina?

And yet… despite everything, she felt no guilt. Plenty of other emotions, God knows, but remorse wasn’t one of them. Instead, Joan was experiencing what could only be described as genuine fulfillment. She’d finally satisfied her hunger for sex with another woman, and it had beaten her wildest fantasies hollow.

One thing’s for certain, she told herself. I’m a lesbian, just like Nina. I can’t even imagine having sex with a man ever again after that — especially not Artie!

It even made a crazy kind of sense, that first time being with her own daughter. She’s given me a gift, Joan realized. My baby girl has given me a break from my mundane life, from my lousy marriage. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I see new horizons, new possibilities.

Somehow, though, in the midst of Joan’s happiness, an unsatisfied need still lurked within her. After such incredible sex, what could that be?

She twisted around to face her daughter. “Oh, my darling girl. This probably shouldn’t have happened… but I loved it. You made me feel more like a real woman than anyone ever has.”

Nina’s eyes seemed to mist over. “God, Mom… I am so in love with you.” Drawing close, she placed a soft kiss upon her mother’s mouth.

At that instant, Joan knew exactly what that mysterious something was that she wanted from Nina.

Breaking their kiss, she drank in the vision of her daughter’s nude body, seeing Nina through the eyes of a lover, awed by how wonderful the idea seemed. “It’s my turn, honey,” she said. “I want to give you those feelings, too.”

Leaning in to kiss her daughter, she playfully dipped her tongue into Nina’s open mouth. Nina responded instantly, her own tongue joining in the dance.

They shared a long, passionate kiss, then Joan guided the young woman onto her back. Raising herself up into a sitting position, she began to caress her daughter’s breasts.

“Beautiful,” she breathed, almost inaudibly. Feeling an impulse that was impossible to deny, Joan bent to adorn Nina’s left breast with a kiss, then extended her tongue to lick at the rosy tip.

“Omigod, Mom… you have no idea how incredible that feels,” Nina moaned. “Don’t stop!”

Joan had no intention of stopping. Taking the desire-swollen nipple into her mouth, she began to suck it, marveling at how the roles of mother and daughter had been reversed. Now I’m the one nursing from my child.

Her hand rested on the softness of Nina’s belly — and even as Joan became aware of it, that hand seemed to take on a life of its own, gliding silkily down her daughter’s body until it covered Nina’s vulva.

“G-go into me, Mom,” the young woman pleaded. “Fuck me, fuck your dirty little girl!”

Joan began to lightly stroke Nina’s slit with her index finger, easing the tip, then the length of it inside as she went. Finding her daughter’s vagina remarkably juicy, she worked in a second digit, probing deeper.

“Yeah, yeah — hard and fast, Mom, that’s how I like it… oooOOOHHHmigod…”

She was fucking her daughter like a well-primed machine, her hand making wet smacking sounds as it thrust forward and back, driving both fingers in and out Nina’s cunt in a brisk staccato rhythm.

Craving her first taste of another woman’s pussy, Joan got down between her daughter’s legs and glued her mouth to Nina’s clitoris, eagerly suckling the inflamed pink bud. All the while, her fingers continued in their dirty business, frantically sawing in and out, in and out of the juicy hole.

“Oh… oh SHIT!” Nina howled, the pitch of her voice rising to a squeal as she came, a convulsive shudder tearing through her body.

Hanging on for dear life, Joan somehow managed to keep her lips glued to Nina’s clit as the young woman bucked and thrashed like a wild mare, babbling all the while. “Oh m-my fuckin’ God, oh yeah, oh shit yeah d-don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop! Ohhhhhhhhh!”

Nina was moving around too much for Joan to probe her without risk of injury, so she simply left two fingers buried in her daughter’s cunt, letting Nina’s movement do the work as she continued to suckle the inflamed clitoris, stimulating the tip with lightning-fast flicks of the tongue.

Finally, a panting Nina clumsily pushed her mother’s head away, blurting, “Okay okay okay… s-stop, Mom. Lemme catch my, my breath!”

Raising her mouth from Nina’s sex, Joan calmly rested her cheek upon the young woman’s still-quivering thigh. She felt a drop of sweat roll down from neck to shoulder, but felt too relaxed to wipe it away.

After a long silence, Nina softly spoke. “Um… you okay, Mom?”

Could that be a nervous edge Joan heard in her daughter’s voice? She probably thinks I’m feeling buyer’s remorse, she told herself.

“Better than okay, honey,” Joan replied, making her way up Nina’s body, pausing to adorn her tummy with a playful peck. “Marvelously, spectacularly, incredibly okay — how about that?” she added, crawling into her daughter’s open arms.

“Mom,” Nina whispered, hugging her mother tightly, “I’ve wanted that to happen for so, so long… you’re so sweet and beautiful, the woman of my dreams — God, I adore you!”

“I’ve missed you, Nina,” Joan said, returning her daughter’s embrace. “It feels so good to have my baby girl back.”

“There have been times when I’d have given anything to hear you call me ‘baby girl’, again, Mom,” Nina murmured.

Joan smiled. “My sweet, beautiful, sexy baby girl…”

They lay together quietly for a moment, then Nina softly spoke. “So… what happens now?”

Joan buried a kiss in her daughter’s damp hair. “Come back home, honey. I need you in my life again.”

Drawing away, Nina gazed evenly at her mother. “I want to, Mom, you don’t know how badly I do… but not the way it was before. Now that I’ve finally had you, I can’t let go. Say you and I can still be lovers, and I’ll pack my bag first thing tomorrow. Otherwise, I…” Her voice faltered.

Joan stared at her daughter, overwhelmed by the passion and sadness she read in Nina’s eyes. Could she do this — add to the taboo she’d already broken? Her mind was a wild, confused whirl.

“Honey, is it so hard for us to — to just be mother and daughter again?” she asked, not even certain if that was she wanted herself.

“I c-can’t do it, Mom,” Nina mumbled, on the verge of tears. “If you leave me now… yeah, it’ll break my heart, but I’ll muddle through it somehow. But if I went back home and we… we couldn’t be together any more…” Her voice was quivering, fighting for control. “It would be like g-getting my heart busted again every single day. Just the sight of you would make me — oh, Mom, I’d hurt so damn bad inside!” Despite her best efforts, Nina began to sob.

Look what you’ve done now, Joan angrily told herself. You caused this whole thing with Nina to happen in the first place! Are you really going to leave your own daughter a miserable wreck, just because you’re too much a coward to take what you really want?

With that, she knew what had to happen. For better or worse — just like a wedding vow, she thought — her decision was made.

“Shhhh, baby girl,” Joan soothed, taking the weeping girl into her arms. “I wouldn’t put you through that for anything… or myself, either.” She kissed her daughter’s wet cheek. “Don’t cry, Nina. Come home with me. We’ll be lovers, I promise. Do you honestly think I could give this up?” she added, her hand sliding down to fondle the young woman’s ass.

Nina raised her tear-stained face, now glowing with hope. “Really, Mom? You mean it?”

Joan nodded, entranced by the sight of her child’s awakening joy. “Yes, honey. Now and always, yes.” She gently caressed Nina’s mouth with trembling fingers. “It’s a huge step for me to take, and I probably ought to have my head examined… but, damn it, I want this just as much as you do.”

With a blissful sigh, Nina kissed her mother’s fingertips, then caressed them with a flick of the tongue. “I love you, Mom. So, so, so much.” She paused, reflected. “It won’t be easy, will it?“

“You and me, baby girl?” Joan shook her head. “No. The best things in life are usually anything but easy.”

“Yeah. Um, speaking of which, what about Dad?” Her eyes widened in alarm. “He doesn’t… know about this, does he? You being here?”

“Good Lord, no!” Joan quickly replied, then made a face. “Your father — well, he and I were already starting to drift apart when you moved out. Since then…” She shrugged. “These days, we’re more like housemates who hardly know each other. We haven’t had sex in years. We don’t share meals anymore. In fact, we’re in separate beds now… he moved into the spare room about a year ago. Turned it into what he calls a ‘man cave.’ No, there’s nothing there to keep you and I apart for very long, hon.”

“Okay,” Nina said. “So we’ll be able to get down and dirty sometimes, at least. Is Dad still working for that linen supply company? I forget their name.”

“Gruber Textiles. Yeah, but with a bigger territory. Your father’s on the road most of the time, and when he’s home, I don’t see that much of him. We’ll have to exercise a little caution, sure — but there ought to be lots of opportunities for us to make love.”

Nina looked up her mother, a sultry cast to her face. “Speaking of opportunities to make love…” she purred, cupping Joan’s breast.

“Honey, first we really need to talk about…” Joan protested, then her voice trailed off into a gasp as Nina’s mouth grazed her neck, nuzzling the soft skin.

“Talk is for later, Mom,” said Nina, between kisses.

Joan’s desire roared to life once more, like a fanned flame. Nina’s right, she thought, cradling her daughter close. Enough words for now. It’s time to fuck!

They came together in a hard, bruising kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. Nina rolled onto her back, carrying her mother along until Joan was on top, resting between the younger woman’s parted thighs.

“I wanna scissor with you, Mom!” Nina panted. “You and me, rubbing our cunts together. That’s the way a woman fucks another woman. How ‘bout it, Mommy — feel like getting really wild with your baby girl?”

Joan’s head swam, her body pulsing like heavy machinery. She was utterly smitten by this new, bolder side of the daughter she’d always known as a sweet, bashful girl. No, the sweetness is still there, it never went away — but now there’s a fire to her, a crazy passion and oh merciful God it turns me on.

“Yeah,” she answered breathlessly. “I do, honey. Teach me how lesbians fuck.”

“Cool!” Disentangling herself from her mother, Nina swiveled around on the bed so that she was sprawled out before Joan, her thighs lewdly spread apart.

Glancing at her daughter’s cunt, now very slightly open, Joan felt a delicious shiver race through her. “Oh, my…” she whispered.

Quite aware of where her mom’s eyes were and loving it, Nina raised one leg. “Okay, Mom… just scoot up to me until our pussies are touching. Then I’ll kinda get on top of you, and we just grind against each other.” She flashed a wolfish grin. “It’s tricky, but when you get the angle just right, it’s like the Fourth of July.”

“Oh, okay,” Joan nodded, already shifting herself nearer. “I’ve seen that a couple of times on DVD. I never knew it had a name!” With a nervous giggle she reached out to grasp Nina’s extended hand, then wriggled close to her, slowly bringing their vulvas into intimate contact.

“For shame, Mommy dear,” said Nina, her eyes dancing with wicked glee. “Watching girl-on-girl porno, are we? I just might have to give you a spanking!” On that last word, the young woman gave her hips a sudden thrust, crushing their sexes together.

Joan gasped, unable to speak — indeed, to even move. The warmth and wetness of Nina’s sex, pressed snugly to hers, was exquisite, as was the jolt of pleasure that surged, hard and fast, through every inch of Joan’s frame. She could only stare in disbelief as Nina got herself into position, straddling her mother.

The young woman’s hips began to move, gently at first. “Oooohh, yeah… that feels pretty amazing, huh? C’mon, Mom, get into it — fuck me back!”

Stirring herself, Joan cautiously responded. Starting slowly, she began to push against her daughter, eyes widening with surprised delight at the realization of how good it felt. “Oh… oh, gracious!”

“That’s it, Mom! Oooohhhhhhyessss…”

The two lovers were off and running, the liquid fire of their cunts mingling in a rapturous friction, wet flesh sliding against wet flesh.

It took a few thrusts to get their movements in alignment. Then suddenly, like a switch being thrown, it all fell into place, mother and daughter pumping in an increasingly frenzied tempo, bodies churning together — a machine lubricated by sweat, saliva and the thick, rich essence of pussy.

Joan clutched Nina’s leg to her breasts, almost using it as a lever as she rocked back and forth, forcing her sex up into the dripping heat of her daughter. She could feel their mixed juices flow down into the crack of her ass, then onto the sheets.

I’m lying in a puddle, Joan thought. Jesus, the maid is really gonna earn her pay tomorrow! She fought a crazy impulse to snicker, then gasped as one of Nina’s thrusts made full-on contact with her clitoris.

Suddenly she was coming again. Joan threw her head back, emitting a choked cry, letting everything go as waves of ecstasy washed over her quaking frame.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, but Joan could hear her daughter’s voice rise as Nina exploded in her own orgasm. “Oh, yes! Oooooooh God I love you so much Mommy yes, yes, FUCK ME! Ohhhhhh!”

Somehow Joan managed to keep her grip on Nina’s leg, swaying forward and back as mother and daughter continued to work their cunts together as best they could, trying to wring every ounce of pleasure from their forbidden coupling.

Finally the two lovers lay quietly — legs entangled, bathed in sweat, their chests rising and falling. The only sound heard was the rasp of breath, and the dull hiss of plumbing from next door.

After a while, Joan felt Nina’s legs withdraw, then she found herself in her daughter’s arms.

“Let’s rest, Mom,” Nina said, her lips brushing Joan’s ear. “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

“Oh, Nina… my baby girl, my angel,” Joan whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “I… I’m in love with you, I honestly am. Right now, I can’t think of anything I want more than for us — for you and me to b-be together, always.”

She was enveloped in the warm, soft body of her daughter. It felt divine, like being surrounded by love.

“We’re gonna be together,” Nina replied, a tremor in her voice. “Now that I’ve got you, I’ll never let you go. Now shush, Mom — don’t you start crying, or I’ll start too. Sleep now.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” Pausing to reflect, Joan realized that, in fact, she was extremely tired. With one last sniffle, she obediently settled into Nina’s embrace. “G’night. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mom. Forever.”

Before she knew it, Joan had drifted off into a deep, dreamless slumber.

*****

Upon waking the next morning, Joan felt disoriented at first, finding herself in an unfamiliar bed.

Then she turned to see Nina lying asleep next to her, the sheet pulled down to expose her daughter’s bare breasts — and suddenly the events of the previous evening came back to her in a dizzying rush.

In the space of a single night, Joan’s life had changed forever. For the first time, she’d enjoyed sex with a woman. And after four lonely years, Nina was returning home — as her lesbian lover.

Joan could barely wrap her head around the enormity of this new life she’d committed herself to. I’ve lost my fucking mind, that’s what, she told herself as she drew closer to her daughter, nestling into the young woman’s warm, naked form. But if loving my baby girl this way is crazy, I don’t want to be sane.

“It did, sweetheart,” Joan said, teasing her daughter’s nipple with a finger, watching it stiffen to the touch. “I am yours, you are mine… and I adore you, baby girl.”

“Aw, Mom…” Nina grinned hugely, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink. “I love you so much, it makes me feel all… all hot and squishy inside!”

“I don’t know, babe,” Joan chuckled. “That sounds more like the flu to me.” She gave Nina’s nipple a playful pinch.

“Ooooohhh…” Nina moaned, then she suddenly sat up. Transfixing Joan with a lust-filled stare, the young woman crawled on top of her mother. “Hey, Mommy dearest — wanna have breakfast in bed?”

Joan’s head swam as she read and registered the fierce hunger in her daughter’s eyes. Their nude bodies were pressed tightly together, Nina’s pubes mingling with hers. She’d always loved sex in the morning, and the idea of enjoying Nina that way was positively delicious — but then something occurred to Joan…

“Honey,” she said, “I’d love to make love with you, but, well… it’s getting close to checkout time. I only took this room for the night. Let’s get back home, you and I — we’ll drop our suitcases, go straight to bed and pick up where we left off. Okay?”

Nina sighed, then smiled. “Fine.” She gave her mother a brief but intense kiss, then rolled away, clumsily rising to her feet. “I don’t know if I can wait that long, though,” she added. “Hey, maybe we can find some cool make-out spot on the way home and, y’know, fuck in the back seat of the car, like sex-crazed high school students!” She yawned, patting her belly. “Guess I’ll hit the showers.”

Sitting up in the bed, Joan pushed the sheet aside. She reached for her watch, peered at it. “Make it a fast one, hon… it’s later than I thought.”

“We could take one together and save time,” Nina called from the bathroom, a suggestive lilt in her voice..

Joan gave a brief snort of laughter. “Something tells me that it wouldn’t be quite that simple.” She stood, stretched, then began to gather up their clothes. Hers were loosely piled on a chair — while Nina’s things, clearly removed in haste, lay scattered by the foot of the bed.

From these, Joan picked up an old, faded Felix the Cat t-shirt and studied it, realizing that ever since Nina waltzed back into her life, she had yet to see her daughter wearing a stitch of clothing.

On impulse, she pressed her face into the shirt and inhaled deeply, breathing in the faint scent of the young woman’s body. Feeling overwhelmed by emotion, she sat down heavily on the bed.

It’s been so long since I’ve been genuinely happy, she thought. And now I am. My daughter’s come back to me, and we love each other more than ever. Better than ever.

Joan could hear Nina singing above the hiss of the shower, some song she didn’t know. At that instant, it was the loveliest music imaginable.

The End