Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By DirtyMindedMom

Mom was making breakfast when I came into the kitchen the next morning. I went about setting out the plates and silverware without saying anything. There wasn’t any awkwardness. Nothing needed to be said just then, so neither felt compelled to fill the silence.

Our lovemaking had carried on into the late afternoon and only ended because my father would be home. We needed time to shower, dress, and compose ourselves. Before that time came, we’d talked, we’d touched each other, and we’d made one another come again. We masturbated ourselves, both in turns and at the same time. We talked some more. Not about what we were doing, but about the normal things any mother and daughter might talk about, only we were naked, our fingers free to caress the other’s nipple or pussy as whim and want guided us.

I was thinking about grabbing a couple handfuls of my mom’s ass when my father arrived, drawn by the smell of bacon. The man loved his bacon! He kissed me on the cheek before sitting down and scanning the headlines on his tablet. I delivered him a cup of coffee as I listened to my parents’ morning banter. Some things never change. It could have been the same exchange I’d heard the morning before I left to go to school back in September.

I watched my mother’s lips move as she spoke and wanted them at the tips of my breasts. From the tingling I felt there, I sensed my nipples were becoming hard. The small impressions they made beneath my thin nightshirt would be easy to spot. Normally I would have covered up or gone to put on a robe or sweater. Things had changed. I wanted Mom to see I was aroused, and much to my surprise I wasn’t embarrassed by the possibility that my father might notice as well. I wasn’t a little girl, I was a woman with breasts, nipples, appetites, and desires. If he didn’t know that already, it was time for him to face what I was, and maybe even what I was becoming.

If Dad noticed, he didn’t make it obvious. He kissed Mom on his way out, his hand going suggestively to her hip as he held his lips to hers just a few seconds longer than usual. All these years and they were still in love. A little sappy, but sweet. I should be so lucky.

Mom and I cleaned up the kitchen together, and I put on the kettle for her tea. As she was drying her hands on a dish towel and looking for something else to attend to, I stepped up and took her in a hug. She made a soft noise of surprise, then wrapped her arms around me. Her body was warm and soft. I held her tighter.

“You have any plans today?” I asked.

“Nothing really. A few errands.” The kettle whistled and she went to turn off the stove. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, ah…” I suddenly felt shy about saying it aloud. “I was, ah, thinking… or wondering actually if we were going to do anything today… you know? Like yesterday?”

She was looking away from me, pouring steaming water into her cup, but I could still see the big smile come to her lips.

“Oh? I wasn’t sure if you’d want to do that again, or want to do it again so soon…”

I wasn’t exactly sure how to take that. I shrugged, trying to play it cool for some stupid reason. “It’s up to you… either way…”

My mother sat at the table, setting down a cup of tea for each of us. She picked at a piece of bacon that my father hadn’t gotten to.

“Is it cold in here, or are those telling a different story?” she nodded meaningfully toward my chest.

I looked down to see the prominent bumps my hard nipples made in my shirt. That’s when I gave up the act. “Okay, fine, it’s all I’ve been able to think about! I was up half the night fingering my pussy and replaying of all the things we did together, and the dirty, nasty, wonderful things you said while we were doing it.”

My mom looked visibly relieved. “Thank, God! I didn’t want to push you too soon or too fast, but I’ve been picturing you naked from the moment you came down, and I can’t stop thinking about everything I want to do with you.”

We shared conspiratorial smiles. We were like a couple of kids with a brand new toy.

“What kind of things are you thinking about?” I pressed, as an insistent ache began to make itself felt between my legs.

“To start with, everything we did yesterday, and…” She took a sip of her tea to excuse her hesitation.

“And…?”

“Please promise to tell me if this is too much and I’ll understand completely, but… I would love to try going down on you, if you’d let me.”

My insides did a happy somersault. “If I let you? Why wouldn’t I?

“I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d think it was too weird… having your mother lick your pussy,” she leaned forward and put a hand lightly on my knee, “and suck your clit, and slide her tongue up inside you.”

“Mom! Stop it or I’m going to come right here on the spot!”

She squeezed my leg and sat back with a self-satisfied grin. “So I take it that’s a yes?”

“On one condition. You have to let me eat your pussy, too.”

“And you’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“You really want to suck and lick your own mother’s cunt until I come on your face?”

“Okay, when you put it like that… then, hell yes!”

“What the fuck are we waiting for?” My mom grabbed my hand and practically dragged me toward her bedroom.

“Wait! I haven’t had a shower yet!” I warned.

“Even better.”

Mom stripped out of her robe and nightgown in no time flat, then helped me by pulling my PJ bottoms down. Standing there at the foot of her bed, she hugged me to her as soon as we were both naked. “I love this,” she gushed. “So different from a man. Everything all smooth and soft.” Her hands roamed over my back and down to my butt.

I had to agree with her. Holding a naked guy was nice, but this was way better. “God, Mom, I’m so friggin’ wet for you.”

She kissed me, then kissed me again. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she accepted it without reservation. “I can’t wait to taste you,” she said. “Not like yesterday, licking my fingers after they’d been inside you. I mean really taste you. Your pussy is going to be right in my face.”

Hearing her psyching herself up for what we were about to do only got me more turned on, which I didn’t think was possible at that point.

I broke our increasingly passionate kiss, knowing that if it went on much longer I might very well come just from the velvety friction of my mom’s body against mine. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the bed. “Stand right here,” I instructed.

A guy would have most likely complained, asked a stupid question or made a dumb comment. But my mom trusted me and simply did as she was told with an expectant gleam in her eye. I climbed onto her bed, crawling away from her toward the pillows. I knew I was giving her an eyeful of my ass and everything else from behind. I never wanted to flaunt my body the way that I did with her. Would it be like this with other girls, or was it only because she was my mom?

When I reached the headboard, I arranged the pillows, then turned and settled into a half sitting position. Once I had, I spread my legs. My mother shifted, apparently eager to lunge, her tongue teasing back and forth over her bottom lip, probably without her realizing she was doing it. I waited a few more moments for dramatic effect, then reached down and slowly parted my lips just enough to expose the delicate array of fleshy delights that were hidden within.

“Is this what you want, Mom?”

She nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.

“You want to put your mouth right here? On your daughter’s horny little pussy?”

“Yesss,” she hissed, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“It’s a sin, you know? To eat out your own daughter’s cunt. You’ll burn for eternity.”

“It’ll be worth it.”

I patted my vulva, already puffy and swollen with excitement. “Then come and get it.”

My mother followed my lead and crawled up the bed toward me. She was obviously moving slower than she truly wanted to, but she was enjoying the game as much as I was. She came all the way to me, kissed me lightly on the lips, gave each of my taut nipples a gentle suckle, kissed her way down to my mound, and nuzzled her nose in my wispy patch of pubic hair. Watching her take in my scent was beyond erotic.

“Don’t expect too much,” she warned me self-consciously as she settled down on her tummy, looking up at me from between my thighs. “I’ve only ever been on the receiving end when it comes to cunnilingus.”

“God, Mom, don’t say ‘cunnilingus.’ It sounds so… I don’t know, clinical?”

“Sorry, you’re right.” She kissed my inner thigh sending tingles all through me. “How about, I’ve only ever been the cunt-lickee, never the cunt-licker?”

“That sounds much better,” I sighed, doing everything I could to resist shoving my crotch in her face. “I’m so turned on right now that I don’t think it matters what you do down there. I’m about to come just from having your face this close to my pussy.” I squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. “Lick it, Mom. Lick my pussy. I want you to taste me.”

Her eyes lowered as her attention shifted to the impassioned vagina just inches in front of her. After a moment of adoring contemplation, I felt a tentative lick. Her tongue slipped along the edges of my inner lips, not quite making it to my clit. My whole body melted in an instant.

“Oh, fuck, yes. More!”

She licked my lips again like she had the first time, then on the third swipe she grazed my stiff clitty with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh, that’s good, Mom.” I twisted my nipples in expectation of her next lick. When it came, she flicked my clit a few times then followed that with a kiss. “Oh, fuuuck, yes.”

I’d had oral sex conducted on me before, but it was never anything like what I was experiencing in only the first few moments of what my mother was doing. Cunnilingus, to use the proper term, was something I romanticized, but in reality it was usually something I found to be just okay and occasionally even discomforting. What was happening between my legs in that moment was a whole new deal. This was the way I’d always fantasized it could be.

“Lower, Mom.” I was having trouble remembering to breathe. “Lick me down lower.” I shifted my hips up to give her easier access to what I wanted. I needed to feel her tongue on my hole… in my hole. Oh God, I wanted my own mother to tongue-fuck me so bad.

She might not have been ready to go there, but she licked me right on the spot. I gave a shuddering moan to make sure she knew I wanted more of that. Her tongue circled the rim of my opening. I knew she was tasting my unwashed pussy at its most potent. Was she turned off by ripe tang of it? Or disgusted by the slight hint of urine that must have been there? Her tongue penetrated me, probing as far as it could, swabbing left and right, then all around several times. If she was repulsed, she certainly wasn’t showing it.

“Is it okay, Mom?” I asked in a breathless hush, not knowing if I wanted to hear the answer.

She withdrew her tongue and gave my hole a quick parting lick. “More than okay. Honestly, this is so much better than I thought it would be, and I was expecting it to be pretty damned good.” She licked and kissed my pussy some more. “I was afraid I’d built it up in my mind over so many years that I’d be disappointed if I ever had the chance to try the real thing.” She sucked my clit for a few tantalizing seconds, before going back down to my hole. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of this.”

A warm happiness filled me as I looked down between my breasts at her. “So, you like eating my pussy, Mom? You like tasting my cunt juices and sticking your tongue in my nasty little fuck hole?”

She just nodded while her mouth was busy on my pussy. “And I’m ashamed to admit that I love hearing my sweet, innocent baby talking so fucking dirty.”

“Good, because you’ll be hearing a lot of it. Now stop talking and suck my clit, you cunt-loving dyke.”

My mom’s eyebrows raised at that, but without another word she went back in, mouth first. The perverse thrill of talking to my mother like that really ramped up the illicit pleasure I was already getting from having the woman who raised me practically worshipping my pussy with her mouth. I thought back to just a few days ago when I was trying to avoid having sexual thoughts about my mom. It seemed so silly now. I had to take this lesson to heart. Denying what I truly want sexually is an exercise in futile stupidity. Instead of shying away from my desires, no matter how weird or socially unacceptable, I had to embrace them and do everything I could to fulfill them.

In the meantime, my eyes were rolling up into the back of my head as my mom continued practicing her pussy-eating technique. She was trying different things, so just when I’d get into the groove of one licking or sucking pattern she would change it up and throw me off my rhythm. I wanted to be annoyed by this, but whatever new thing she would try out was usually just as good as, or even better than, the last.

“Oh, yeah. That one’s good, Mom. Keep doing that…” I lifted my legs and held my knees, slightly changing the angle. That position also had the benefit of making me feel like a true slut, which was a fun feeling to let myself enjoy. “This is so strange,” I moaned. “My mom is sucking my pussy. God, I love it!”

I could tell she wanted to say something, but she forced herself to stay focused on my cunt. She was obviously loving this, too. My mom claimed that her sexual thoughts about me only started when she found my vibrator, but I had to wonder if that was really true. Did she have dark thoughts about her own daughter before that? Like when she suggested we try sunbathing topless on that Caribbean vacation a couple years back? Or maybe earlier when she took me shopping for my first bra? Was there something behind how she often showed up in my bedroom when I was dressing, or more often undressing? I’d always thought these were just normal family moments, but, looking back on them while my mother’s tongue fluttered over my clit, they took on a whole new significance.

I was thinking too much. I could worry later. It was time to forget everything and concentrate on the building sensation my mother was coaxing along with unexpected proficiently down between my legs.

“Okay, Mom, yeah. Do that again… oh, good… more of that.” I loved how well she took direction. I’d never been able to tell the few boys I was with what I wanted, but with her it was easy. As she licked and sucked my clit, she slipped a finger inside me. This took my breath away. What a remarkable combination. I had to wonder what it would feel like to have someone sucking my pussy while I was getting fucked by a cock. I shook my head. I needed to work on the whole lesbian sex thing before I could start thinking about threesomes.

“You’re going to make me come, Mom.” I moaned louder when she added a second finger. “I’m going to come on your face… right on your mouth. Suck my pussy, Mom. Do it… make me come!”

My universe went into free-fall for a moment that stretched with agonizing anticipation. That briefest of nothings between heartbeats when your orgasm has arrived but the intellectual part of your brain hasn’t caught up with the signals coming from the nerve endings in your pussy. That feeling passes almost before I have time to recognize it and time flows in a rush of sound and movement.

My screams are not mine to contain. My limbs are not mine to control. I have no choice but to give myself over to it and revel in the glory. The glory of the first orgasm I’ve ever received from a woman’s mouth. And given to me by my own, loving, sexy mother. It’s too fucking much all at once.

My mom is next to me, her body fitted against mine, her lips lightly touching kisses to my neck and shoulder.

“What happened?” I say in something of a daze. I know I didn’t pass out, but I also couldn’t quite remember her moving up to lie with me.

“What happened is you made me happier than I’ve ever been in bed with another person.” She kissed me on my lips, and we shared the taste of my pussy. “I’ve never made anyone come like that in my life. I feel like I could take over the world right now.”

“You certainly own my world after that.” There was more kissing and caressing. I loved that I could thumb my mom’s nipple like I was. “I had no idea sex could be that good. Seriously, Mom, am I crazy or was I just on another planet.”

“You made it to Venus and back in record time.” Her fingers brushed over my clit and made me jump. “But, I really can’t say how good it feels because I’ve never had my pussy sucked by a woman… like you have.”

I got the hint. “If I can do this even half as good as you, get ready for a wild ride.”

I pushed my mother onto her back as I rolled on top of her. I paused for a minute at her tits as I worked my way down. This was really going to happen. I was going to eat my first pussy. The fear and excitement made it hard to stay focused. My mom was already moaning even before I got all the way down there. I had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn’t going to take long at all.

I settled into position, took a calming breath, and looked straight ahead. There it was: my mom’s cunt. Right in front of my face. I’d seen it the day before, but this was different. There was no distance, no room for objectivity. As I was trying to take in the visual experience of it all, her scent was already enlivening my senses. It was a warm, almost animal smell. The natural odor of her excited pussy overwhelmed all of the floral perfumes in the lotions, soaps, and deodorants we women rely on to mask what we really are. I breathed my mother in.

My eyes traveled from the furry bush covering her mound down to her shaved outer labia. Two plump, elongated half-moons of tender flesh. They looked so smooth that they all but insisted you lick them. My mother’s prominent inner pussy lips were currently stealing the show, however. I suspected they were normally visible, but with her as excited as she was, they were swollen and parted like an erotic flower in bloom. Within that captivating cleft there was a wetness. A wetness that my tongue was eager to sample. My gaze continued downward.

Just below her slit were some stray hairs that she had missed while shaving. I don’t know why, but seeing that turned me on. This wasn’t some Photoshopped porn model on my computer screen, this was a real woman. Further down, my mom’s butt cheeks peeked out just a little. I knew within that crevice was her asshole. It was a part of the body that I didn’t normally think of in a sexual way, but I had the urge to part her cheeks and take a peek.

“Is everything okay?” Mom asked, sounding a little worried.

“Yeah, I’m just looking, that’s all…”

Mom smiled down at me. Her hands moved over her thighs. I could see her fingers trembling. She opened her legs a little wider, then spread her pussy lips for me. The simple gesture took my breath away. Her big, full lips were splayed apart, no longer concealing the hidden parts of my mother’s most private area. I could see the tiny domed tip of her pink clit peeking out from its wrinkled sheath. I could see her soft inner flesh, moist and alluring. And I could see her vagina. There it was, just inches away from my mouth. The most holy of holies. My mother’s cunt hole.

It gaped open a little, but not garishly so. It practically begged to have something inserted into it. A finger, a tongue, a hard cock. There her wetness was more obvious. Thick sex fluids gathered near the bottom, ready to trickle down toward her ass. I’d always considered women’s genitals to be strange and even a little ugly, but my thinking was completely changed in that moment. I’d never seen anything more beautiful or desirable in my life.

I gave in to the inexorable draw my mom’s pussy was exerting on me and brought my mouth to her. I kissed her clit lightly, and delighted in her little spasm in reaction. “Go slow, honey,” she moaned, still holding herself open for me. I did as she asked, not only for her sake, but also because I wanted to take in every moment of this experience so I could remember it always. I feathered kisses in a circle around her vulva. I could tell by the subtle turn of her hips that my mom wanted me to give her center some attention. I teased her just a little longer, then rewarded her with a long lick up the middle of her crease from just above her hole to just below her clit. She groaned, enjoying the pleasure but knowing there was so much more I was holding back from her.

“Lick me,” I thought I heard her whisper. “Lick Mommy’s horny pussy.” Maybe it was only what I wanted to hear, but I did lick her. Up and down then side to side. When I couldn’t resist any longer, I moved down to her opening. I dipped my tongue into her liquid essence. There was a dreamy sense of disjunction as the raw flavor of my mother’s cunt suffused my senses. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever know the taste of another woman, and never would have guessed my mother would be my first.

I lapped at her hole, slurping up more of her juices and circling my tongue inside of her has far as I could go. Her moans came to me as if from a great distance. I was underwater, far away, in my own world. I was swimming in my mother’s cunt. I licked and sucked her hole with a needful urgency. I wasn’t thinking about her pleasure, only mine. I gathered enough of her juices in my mouth and swallowed. It flowed thickly down my throat unlike anything I’d ever had before. It was sublime.

After feasting at my mom’s most womanly of orifices for a few minutes longer, I moved up to her clit. It was time to give her what she was aching for. I flicked her stiff nub experimentally with my tongue. I enjoyed when she’d done that to me, but it was also a bit maddening. I ran circles around it, pressing my tongue hard into her tiny erection with each revolution. She writhed at this, pushing herself up into my face.

“Oh, Emily, yes… you’re licking my clit…” Her voice became quieter as she spoke. She wasn’t talking to me. “My baby girl is licking my pussy…”

After just a little more tongue work, I moved to sucking. This got a gasp from her, which gave me goosebumps. I’d felt the power and control of giving a guy a blowjob, but this was so much more satisfying. I owned my mother in that moment. I owned her with my mouth.

“Oh, yes, that’s it…”

Like her with me, I tried a couple different techniques. Sucking the whole area, sucking just her clitty, sucking and licking at the same time. The last one got the most favorable reaction.

“You like this, Mom?”

“Yes…”

“You like getting your pussy sucked?”

“Oh God, yes…”

“You like getting your cunt sucked by your own daughter?”

“Ooooh, fuuuuck!” she cried out as I latched onto her clit and started going at her with a passion. “Suck me, Emily. Suck my cunt! Eat your mother’s cunt just like that, baby!” Her hands were all over her own body, roughly grabbing her tits, mercilessly squeezing and pulling at them. “Eat your mother’s slutty fucking cunt! Aaaaaahhhhh!”

She bucked up into my face, but I was able to keep my mouth on her pussy as her orgasm whipped through her. I only let go at the point that I knew I she would be too sensitive to take any more, and that seemed to be just the right time for Mom, too.

“Ooooh… ooooh… okay…” she panted. Her fingers gently teased her nipples as her tummy flexed with a few residual quakes. “Oh, my, my, my…” She giggled and sighed. “Emily, that was amazing. No one has ever given me an orgasm that good with their mouth. Not even your dad.”

I kissed her inner thighs and snuggled my nose in her puff of pubic hair. “I think I might have sprained my tongue,” I gently took one of her outer lips between my teeth, not biting down, but just holding it like that until I got a chuckle from her. “But it was worth it.”

I tested her clit with a kiss. She flinched, but not much. It was safe, I decided. I began sucking her again.

“Oh, no, not again…” she moaned, clearly not the least bit upset that I was back at it.

I took it slow and easy, but within a minute she was at the precipice yet again. “I’m going to come, Emily. Oh, fuck, I’m coming… I’m coming, baby… oh, yeesss!”

Her body went rigid as a less intense but obviously deeper orgasm seized her. We rode this one out together. I listened to the moans coming from her tight-clenched throat this time to gauge when to let up. I held on a second too long and my mom had to push my head away with a barking laugh when the pleasure turned to pain.

“Come up here, sweetheart.” She held her arms out to me.

We cuddled, and fondled, and rested together for a long time. A few loving words passed between us, but for the most part we stayed quiet, content to simply be holding one another and enjoying the feeling of sweaty skin-to-skin closeness. I don’t know exactly how long we were like that before I began dozing off. I was in that twilight between wakefulness and sleep when I heard my mother whisper something in my ear.

“Masturbate for me,” she said softly. The words created a tickle at the end of my clit that radiated out to the tips of my fingers. “I want to feel you come.”

I was too comfortable to move. My mother took my hand and put it between my legs. It took me a few seconds, but my fingers slowly began to move. Mom sighed and hugged me to her. I lightly played with my clit. I wasn’t purposefully rushing toward a climax like I normally did, but just enjoying the sensations I was giving myself and floating in the warmth of my mother’s embrace. She occasionally delivered a soft kiss or a contented sound to remind me that she was still there with me and taking her own pleasure from my pleasure.

It had to have been at least twenty minutes before I got close. “Mom…” I said in a raspy hush, “do you want me to come?”

“Mmm, yes.” Her hand moved down and rested over my own. She didn’t apply any pressure, but she was just feeling the motion of how I was touching myself. “Come for Mommy.”

It sounded strange and yet perfectly right in my ear. I hadn’t called her Mommy since I turned twelve. I was too grown up for that. But in that moment of intimacy, that’s what she was… my mommy. She held me in her arms as I masturbated. I’d never felt so free and accepted before. I was able to be myself — my whole self — and not fear being judged. My mother’s love was the most genuine thing in my life, and now I knew I would never lose it. There was no place else that I could be as safe or as cherished as I was in my mommy’s embrace.

I felt her nipple brush against my cheek. I turned my head and took it into my mouth. My world was instantly complete. I wanted for nothing. I suckled my mother’s breast and steadily edged myself closer with small movements of my middle finger on my stiff clit.

“That’s it, baby, come for me. Play with that pretty little cunt. Mommy wants to feel her baby come.”

I sucked harder on my mother’s tit and it was difficult not to bite down when the wave finally crested and crashed. I sucked, and rubbed, and wiggled within her adoring grasp.

“There you go,” she cooed. “That’s my girl.” Her voice was so low I barely heard what she was saying. “Doesn’t that feel better, now?” She traced her fingernails over my skin, tickling my arm and back. “My pretty, sexy girl…” These were the last words I heard before drifting away to a blissful sleep in bed with my mom.

*****

The remainder of my winter break went by in a blur. A blur of pussy, tits, ass, and orgasms. My mother graciously allowed me to “practice” on her as much as I wanted. In turn, I was more than happy to help her fulfill every lesbian fantasy she’d conceived of over all the years since that fateful missed opportunity.

Along with the torrid, incestuous sex, there was a lot of love and sharing. We talked more than we ever had before. No topic was off limits. Old grudges were hashed over and many of them resolved. Questions were answered, and confessions were proffered. She unburdened herself to me in a way that she wouldn’t have if she were “only” my mother. There was a new kind of bond between us, one that we were both testing and learning about as we went.

I understood her as a woman like I couldn’t have as a daughter alone. I, likewise, had become so much more than her little girl. I knew what my mom sounded like when she masturbated. I had a clear picture of the expression she would make when a third, then fourth finger was pushed inside her. I’d had her taste on my tongue, and in turn had fed her the elixir of my own orgasm. It would take more time to adjust to all the changes, but we would work through it and come out the other end closer than ever.

I returned to school feeling confident with my new skills. I understood the subtleties of a girl’s body to enough of a degree that I didn’t fear an encounter, but eagerly sought one. It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before I was able to bring Kaylee into my bed. I found it ironic that though she had played around with a girl long before me, it turned out that I was the more experienced one by the time I’d managed to seduce her. It was strange that I was the aggressor, that I was the one taking the lead, and that I ended up being the dominant one. I was even able to teach Kaylee some new tricks.

There was no way for me to thank my mom for helping me become who I truly am, but when I get home for Spring Break, I’m going to do everything I can to show her my undying appreciation.

THE END