Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By DirtyMindedMom

“Okay! Here we go, I guess,” my mom exclaimed, somewhat startled by my quick reaction.

The first line had been crossed. It was one thing to see each other naked, but it was another for me to be fondling my mother’s breast. And this wasn’t a clinical touch, it was explicitly sexual. I first massaged one tit, then moved to the other.

“Oh, that’s nice,” my mom sighed. “So different than the way your father touches me.”

“Mom, do you mind not talking about Dad while we’re doing this?”

“Right, sorry. My bad.” Her voice adopted a dreamy quality. “Won’t happen again.”

I squeezed and fondled her a little more, then went for a nipple. I ran my fingertip around the periphery, slowly zeroing in on the center. As I toyed with her soft nub, it stiffened and became fuller. A tingle ran down my back knowing that I was responsible for exciting her in this way. I’d made guys hard before, but for some reason there wasn’t this same sense of satisfaction. Making my mom’s nipples hard felt like a real accomplishment rather than a mechanical inevitability.

“Does that feel good?” I asked out of pure insecurity.

“It feels wonderful, Emily.”

Hearing my mom say my name while I was touching her breasts made my pussy clench with desire.

“Is it okay if I suck your nipple?” The word nipple felt clumsy as I said it, but it also gave me a thrill.

“Yes, of course,” Mom said breathily, “please do.”

I leaned over and hovered over my mother’s chest. Okay, here we go, I guess. I parted my lips and took her nipple in. My mom was holding her breath, but I swear I could hear her heart beating. I sucked. The sensation was glorious. It was so buttery soft in my mouth that I let out a moan to show how wonderful it was. I was sucking my mom’s tit. It was beyond insane, but it was really happening.

My sucking quickly morphed into suckling. I had a Freudian moment where I wondered if the warm feelings welling up inside me had anything to do with breastfeeding when I was an infant. Did those latent memories somehow make sucking my mother’s nipple that much more gratifying? I didn’t want to waste any energy analyzing it and instead tried to focus on how fucking amazing it felt. My mom encouraged me with a light touch to move to her other breast and I happily did. It turned me on to know that she was enjoying this as much, if not more, than I was.

“That feels wonderful, sweetheart,” my mom whispered and kissed the top of my head.

I didn’t want to stop, but I thought she might want a turn. After a few parting licks and kisses, I rolled off her and onto my back. I pushed my tits together in an effort to make them look bigger and more inviting. “Do you want to try?”

“Mmm, how can I say no to those lovely treats?” She brought her head down to my chest and gently kissed my nipple a few times before giving it a swipe with her tongue. Her hands came up and replaced mine. She squeezed, kneading my breasts with slow, subtle motions. “So soft.”

Her warm breath on the wet tip of my breast sent goosebumps up my arms. My mom took my nipple in her mouth, then the whole of my puffy, pink areola. She sucked and licked at the same time. I’d had a few boys mess with my boobs before, but it wasn’t nearly as erotic as this was. She shifted to my other breast and gave it the same loving treatment. I ran my fingers through her hair and shivered with anticipation. If having my tits sucked by my mom felt this good, I could only imagine what was yet to come.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, “this is the best. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Very sure,” she said softly, unwilling to take her lips completely off of my nipple as she spoke. “I would have remembered doing something as incredible as this.” She continued working my tits gently with her mouth, switching from one to the other and back again at just the right time to provide the perfect balance of stimulation to each. This was the first of many advantages I’d discover about being with someone who had an intimate familiarity with the female body.

The desire was mounting inside me. I could feel it low in my tummy. I parted my legs, hoping this would be enough of a hint. Several more blissful minutes passed as she caressed my breasts and nipples with her nimble lips and tongue.

“Mom…” I said in a hushed tone. “Do you want to touch me…” I stopped myself. I was going to say “down there,” but I realized how silly and childish that would sound. “Do you want to touch my pussy?”

“Aren’t we the impatient one?” she teased and flicked her tongue over one of my aroused nipples.

“Maybe,” I conceded, “but I think you’re just stalling.”

She chuckled at that. “You might be right. This is all as new to me as it is to you. I don’t want to mess up your first experience.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you, Mom.”

She leaned back and looked down between my legs. “It’s just that I really don’t know what I’m doing.”

“And neither do I. Isn’t the whole point of this that we figure it out together?”

“You’re right. No more stalling.” Her hand tentatively slid down from my chest to my belly. It lingered there for a few moments, maddeningly not going any lower.

“You like to touch your own pussy, don’t you, Mom?”

She smiled and nodded. “I do.”

I spread my legs wider, then took her wrist and moved her hand toward my crotch. “Maybe just try touching me the way you like to touch yourself.”

Her hand continued downward without my guidance. “Oh, my,” she gasped when her fingertips grazed my outer lips. “Oh, wow.” Her touch moved down along my slit then back up. “Oh, Emily.”

I didn’t want to laugh during such an intimate moment, but she was making it difficult.

“What is it, Mom?”

She looked up at me with an odd glimmer in her eye. “I’m touching another woman’s pussy.” She ran her fingers up and down again. “Not only that, but it’s my own daughter’s pussy. I can hardly believe this is really happening.”

“I’m glad it’s happening… and that it’s happening with me.”

“Just promise you won’t come to your senses one day down the road and hate me for this.”

“How about instead you promise to stop worrying and stick one of those fingers inside me!”

My mom’s finger moved down to my very wet opening. Her touch circled, hesitant to go further. I could feel her trembling as she was poised at the point of no return.

“It’s okay, Mom,” I whispered. “I want this. And I know you do, too. Go ahead… I want your fingers inside me.”

Her fingertip hovered at the threshold of my hole. For a few seconds I didn’t know if she was going to pull away or follow through. “I love you, Emily,” she said in a tone I’d never heard her use before, and then she inserted her finger into my cunt.

I writhed and struggled not to cry out as my mother gently penetrated me. This wasn’t a game anymore, it was real. There was a line that mothers and daughters should never cross with one another, but we had just crossed it. My mother’s finger pushed deeper inside me, deep into my cunt. I could almost feel the love and desire radiating from her. I wanted nothing more than for this to be the fulfillment of her years of unrequited desire. I hoped that my pussy was the answer to the question she’d been too afraid to ask all those years ago. There was no doubt in my mind that it was answering several questions that I had been asking myself during the past few months.

“Oh, fuck, Mom. Yes. Keep going.” These words passed my lips without my needed to think about it. I wanted this. I wanted more than this. More fingers, her whole fist, all of her inside me.

“You know what this is, don’t you?” my mom said, her voice heavy with arousal. Her finger moved inside me, exploring my inner walls, seeking the moist recesses only another woman knew existed. “This is incest.”

That word sent an electric pulse through me. I hadn’t thought of it in those terms, although I should have. Incest was a father forcing his daughter. Or a brother taking advantage of his sister. I never associated it with something consensual. But I realized it could be that, too. A sister seducing a brother. A niece welcoming an uncle. A mother fingering her willing daughter.

“If this is incest, then it’s what I want,” I said without thinking about it. “I can’t imagine anything more beautiful, Mom. Please, don’t stop.”

Her fingers continued to explore me. “This is so wrong,” she murmured as she took my nipple into her mouth once again. She sucked my breast and inserted a second finger into my pussy. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you.”

I grabbed her wrist, insuring that she couldn’t abandon me even if she wanted to.

“No one will ever know, Mom. It’s our secret.” I gripped her fingers as hard as I could with my inner muscles. “Can you feel that? I need this. I need it more than anything right now.”

“My head is spinning,” she admitted, her lips moving with feathery softness against my erect nipple. “I’ve fingered my cunt thousands of times, but it never felt like this.”

“Do you like it, Mom? Do you like fucking my pussy?”

She clamped my leg between hers, pressing her pussy against my thigh. “Yes. I do like it, Emily. I love it. I love fucking your pussy with my fingers. I want to make you come.”

Her words moved me to the verge of tears. I don’t know why. No guy ever made me feel this way. I had always liked what they were doing to me in a detached sort of way, but this was different. The two of us were connected in a way that I’d never been with anyone before. Her fingers were my fingers, and then so much more. Her body against mine was more a part of me than any other person I’d been with. I suddenly became aware of the reality that I may never be able to bond with any sexual partner the way that I was at that very moment. Instead of fear, I felt only contentment and pure serenity.

“Go ahead, Mom. Make me come. Finger my cunt and make me come.”

Her hand shifted slightly and began moving in a new way. Her middle and ring finger were inside me, her index and pinky finger extended along the creases of my outer labia. The heel of my mom’s hand pressed against my clit, which was as hard as it had ever been. She began to fuck me like that.

“Is this what you want?” she said, her voice sounding like a lecherous growl. “You want Mommy to fuck your horny little cunt?”

I wanted to forget that she was my mother, but the fact that she was only made what she was doing all the more erotic. “Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck my horny cunt, Mom! Do it!”

Her teeth bit into my nipple with just the right amount of pressure as she intensified the thrusts of her hand. I had always rejected the idea of rough sex, but the pain she inflicted caused an exquisite blossoming of sensation that infused my whole body. I released all my naïve preconceived notions about sex in that moment and gave myself over to her completely. This was a woman with enough experience to know the source of true pleasure, and she was sharing it with me… her daughter.

“There you go, honey. Don’t hold back.” She kissed my neck and throat without slowing her deft movements between my legs. “Let it come. Let Mommy make your pussy feel good.”

I realized I was making noises like I never had before. Not like I had with any boy, or even like when I was alone and had the whole house to myself. I was on a new plateau that I’d never reached before, and it was spectacular. I didn’t want to control myself. I didn’t want to hold back.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, Mom! Make me come!”

That seemed to be the trigger that finally set me off. My whole world collapsed into a finite point centered within my cunt. With a sudden burst of life and light, it expanded outward in an explosion of joy and happiness. I was objectively aware that this was an orgasm, but it was unlike anything I’d experienced up to this point in my life. All other orgasms were pathetic imitations by comparison.

“Go ahead, baby! Let it go! Let it all out!” My mom’s words only enhanced what was already a pinnacle experience in my sexual journey. There was no way I’d ever be able to express to her how much this moment meant to me. Yes, I had an orgasm, but it was so much more. More than I could even quantify for myself at that moment.

“Ooooooooh, fuuuuuuuck!” I screamed, not caring where I was or who might hear. My whole body rocked, and convulsed, and spasmed like never before. I thought I’d given myself some pretty good climaxes in the past, but my mother showed me that there was a whole new realm of pleasure that I hadn’t even come close to tapping into. And that was just with her fingers. My mind shivered at what she might accomplish with her tongue.

Time passed without me being aware of it. My mother clutched me tight, her fingers held fast in my cunt, pressed against my elusive g-spot and maintaining the perfect amount of pressure on my clit. No man, I was certain, could ever achieve such an immaculate balance between pleasure and pain. I felt a love for her welling up within me like I’d never known before. She was no longer just my mother, but also my lover.

I could have stayed like that for hours, but I sensed a subtle change intruding on our embrace.

“My, God,” my mother whispered, her throat tight. “What am I doing?” She began to withdraw her fingers, but I quickly clapped my hands over hers and held her where she was.

“Not yet, please.” I could feel the tension in her body. “That was amazing, Mom.” I snuggled against her, keeping her from pulling away. “That was better than anything I’ve ever done with anyone.”

“But… I’m your mother,” she sounded like she wanted to cry. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you. I shouldn’t be taking advantage of my own daughter.”

I kissed her shoulder, pressing her fingers tighter into me. “Yes, you’re my mother — we knew that going into this. And my guess is that’s why it was so good.” I lifted one of my hands and brushed my fingertips lightly over her nipple. “It didn’t seem to bother you at all when you were going crazy on my pussy a few minutes ago.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight.” Her fingers moved inside me, not trying to escape but simply caressing me lovingly. “I had all these fantasies that I never should have had in the first place. Then when you came home, I somehow let it take me over. But now that it’s real…”

“Now that it’s real,” I picked up where she trailed off, “it’s more wonderful than I imagined. Don’t even try to deny you didn’t absolutely love what we just did together.”

“That doesn’t make it right,” she argued, her voice becoming softer as I teased my mom’s stiffening nipple and her fingers pushed deeper into me.

“I don’t care about that, and I don’t think you really do either or you wouldn’t have started all this in the first place.” I turned and found her breast with my mouth. The sound she made sent tingles up my spine. “Let me prove it.”

My hand slid up the inside of my mother’s thigh. I felt her press her legs together as I did.

“No…” she moaned, but there was no conviction behind it.

I worked my hand up until I was touching her pussy. I could feel the heat emanating from her, and she was even wetter than I was.

She pushed against me. “Emily, please, this isn’t…” Her words failed as I slipped a finger inside her. She stopped pushing and let her legs open a little. “No…”

I’ve had the mantra of “no means no” drilled into my head since I was in middle school, but this no was unmistakably her surrendering to me and begging for more.

“Let me make you come, Mom.” I kissed and nuzzled her neck. “And then we’ll talk about what’s right, and what we really want.”

“But, I can’t… oooooh, fuck…” That came in response to my sucking her nipple harder, and pushing a second finger into her cunt. Yes, I actually had my fingers in my mother’s vagina. It was too much to process in the moment, so I just tried to focus on how incredible it was to touch a pussy that wasn’t my own. And it was, indeed, fucking incredible.

“Do you like that, Mom?” I asked in a light voice. Eyes closed, she turned her face away from me. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” My fingers worked her gently. She bit her lower lip, unwilling to answer me. “I’m going to make you come. I’m going to fuck your hot, wet pussy till you come. Is that what you want, Mom?”

Her hands gripped the bedcovers. “Yes! Please, don’t stop!” A long moan followed. “I can’t believe you’re touching me like this. I imagined it so many times, and now it’s really happening.” Her legs spread wider.

“It is happening, Mom.” We kissed, our tongues sliding sensuously against one another. “And it’s better than any of my fantasies.”

“You’re right, sweetheart.” Her inner muscles tightened, gripping my fingers hard. “I had no idea it could feel this good to do something so bad.”

“Are you going to come for me, Mom?”

“Yes…” She pushed my head down to her breasts and I once again latched on to one of her aroused nipples, sucking it as hard as I knew she wanted me to. “You’re going to be the first woman who ever made me come. My own daughter… fingering my cunt… to orgasm…”

I sucked and I fucked. My mom’s body twisted rhythmically beneath me, responding to my every move, tensing when I touched the right spot, shifting when I missed the mark. It was so easy to read her, to understand what she needed and how she needed it. There was an unspoken language between us. One that we’d unconsciously developed over two decades of our time as mother and daughter. The connection was more palpable than anything I could have with any other person. This was my mother. This was the woman who gave birth to me, who nourished me with her own body, who cried when I cried, and who only knew true happiness when I was happy. I loved her more than any one person could love another, and I understood that she felt the same in such a fundamental way that there was no need for fear, or embarrassment, or shame. We were one flesh, one mind, one soul in two bodies.

“I’m going to come,” my mother whimpered. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re going to make me come.” She gripped me tight against her nakedness. I ran my tongue over her taut nipple in quick circles the way I would want it done to me. My fingers pressed up inside her, trying to reach the place I knew would please me the most. The heel of my hand pressed against the firmness of my mom’s engorged clitoris. I struggled to stimulate all the right areas, but at the same time I understood that the simple fact that it was me doing it would be enough to bring my mother to a place she never anticipated she would go.

“Come for me, Mom.” I half begged and half assured her it was okay. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make your pussy feel so fucking good. Does it feel good, Mom?”

“Yes! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! It feels so good. So fucking good…”

“You like what I’m doing to your cunt right now? You like how I’m fucking you with my fingers?”

“Fuck my cunt, baby! Just like that. Fuck my cuuuuunt! Aaaaaah!”

She finally gave in. I’d had my fingers inside my own pussy a million times as I’d made myself orgasm, but this was entirely different. It wasn’t me, it was my mother. I was the one making her scream. It was her pussy I was making come. I felt the power, and satisfaction, and relief well up and spill over. I’d done what I didn’t know I could do. I gave another woman an orgasm. The greatest gift one can give.

I worked her sopping wet pussy hole until the writhing changed from wanting to overwhelmed. She grabbed my arm and I let my fingers go still inside her. She relaxed. Smiled. Then laughed. It was the most beautiful sound she could have made at that moment. A long sigh followed, her eyes remaining closed, her face glowing with a blissful light.

“I can’t remember the last time I came like that.” She drew in a deep breath. “I think maybe I’ve never come like that before.” Her eyes opened and slowly focused on me. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

I rose up and brought my lips to hers. They were warmer and softer than before. They weren’t the lips of my mother, but those of my lover. Our bodies fit together like they were always meant to be this way. Our breasts, our soft middles, our legs pressing against the other’s in immaculate harmony. I’d never known safety and love like I had in that moment. For all the reasons this was supposed to be wrong, it was the most right I’d ever felt.

“I love you, Mom.”

“And I love you. More than anything in the world…”

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