Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Openmindedwoman

It was birthday time again, and the lovely, sexy, and ever more insatiable Juli was turning 13. Her brother would turn 12 in another month, so for one month she would be, in her words, “Two years older than you — na na na na NA na!”

Actually, Justin handled her teasing about that and anything and everything else with laughter and smiles, ever since she had opened up her body and her naughty mouth so willingly… at least when she was around her Aunt Leslie. Juli was doing such a good job of keeping the secret around her clueless mother, but as time went by she also reported more and more conversations about sexual things with her classmates at school. Often I would have to correct some information, and her mom held a pretty tight rein on their computer use, so it wasn’t like they had access to a lot of erotic sites.

I was pleasantly surprised when Juli invited me to a birthday party at Amy’s house. There had been many more conversations about Amy, and I had met her a few times, briefly, and always with her mother around.

Amy was a slim girl, just a few months older than Juli. She had long straight blonde hair that she wore in a double braid that started in front of her ears and swept back to accompany a saucy pony tail. It seemed as though her mother was constantly attentive to it, even as we sat and talked casually, combing it with her fingers and fiddling with the loose strands around her ears. I remember hating it when my mother fussed over my hair, but Amy nearly purred, it seemed, and leaned into her mom contentedly.

Juli was keenly aware, the little fox, of intimate touches, and we would glance knowingly at each other from time to time when there were things that indicated a more than usual ‘closeness’ between Amy and her mom. Amy still had slim boyish hips, and like Juli, she had long slim legs that she always seemed to show off wearing short-shorts or a too short skirt. Her breasts were rounder than Juli’s cone-shaped pointy tits (she always said “tits” to me now, when referring to herself or me or her friends). Amy’s were also B cups, but seemed a little larger than Juli’s.

My heart beat faster and I felt a little inside tickle when I found out that bit of information during a conversation with her mom. All four of us were at my house after school one Friday afternoon, and the discussion got to things that girls at school were wearing and whether tank tops were OK or not, and how much skin should show, and Anita, Amy’s mom, simply volunteered that it had been a bit of a puzzle as Amy spurted rather suddenly from her barely A cup bra into needing a real B cup bra, and how her shape and sizing had required lots of attention.

It seemed like an opening, so I responded that I had enjoyed helping Juli with her transition as well, turning to wink at Juli, who recognized the half-truth in my comment right away. I added my appreciation of how delightful and lovely the two girls were and how terrific it was that they’re not shy about letting us in on all the things that are happening with them as they grow.

Amy giggled at that and turned her head to look up at her mom.

“See, Mom, I told you Juli talks with her Aunt Leslie about stuff like that.”

“Yes, honey,” Anita replied as the two sat on my living room couch, Anita at the end, and her sexy-looking daughter curled up next to her, under the wing of Anita’s left arm, with her head leaning against her mother’s full round breast. Amy’s short denim skirt was pulled up nearly to the top of her thighs, but she didn’t seem concerned about it, and she let her shoes plop onto the floor, making herself even more snuggly comfortable.

“Yes, you did tell me that Juli’s aunt is very open to anything a girl wants or needs to know about. So that’s true, is it, Leslie?”

My eyes wandered from Amy’s lovely exposed legs to her mother’s equally attractive legs, bare and showing nicely below the rather short skirt she was wearing. Her blouse was thin, pulled tight by the way she was sitting with her arm outstretched around her sweet daughter, and by the size of her full breasts. The top two buttons were undone, and the third straining, but she didn’t seem concerned.

Juli scrambled from the floor to join me on the loveseat just across from our visiting pair, and looked expectantly for my answer.

“Certainly, Anita,” I replied with a smile. “From the time Juli’s little puffy nipples started to pop and she began to notice how her body was changing, and that her nipples are mostly longer than the other girls at school…” I paused “…and when she started wondering about growing pussy hair, and the new bubbly feelings inside herself, we’ve talked about everything there is to talk about, I guess.”

Juli gasped a little at my language, snuggled up against me, and we waited for a reaction to my rather overt naughty use of words.

Anita smiled broadly, “It makes me feel safe with you, Leslie, to know you are so close and direct with Juli, just as I am with Amy. Her… ummm… tits have started to grow like mine did, and if she ends up like me, she will be a D cup and have lots to enjoy.”

Amy rolled onto her back with her head in her mother’s lap, not caring at all that her skirt had pulled up far enough to expose the pink cotton panties covering her loins. “Will I enjoy them as much as you do, Mom?” Amy giggled.

Anita let her hand drop to her daughter’s tummy, fingers always moving, caressing the bare skin there lightly.

“That’s a fair question,” I interrupted the momentary silence, trying to ease the pause in Anita’s mind, and urge this to go where my weeping pussy and pounding heart wanted it to. “If she is anything like Juli, she will enjoy her tits to the fullest, whether she is touching them herself, or if someone she loves is pleasing her.”

My arm wrapped over Juli’s shoulder and my hand brazenly fell to cup her firm left tit. Juli smiled up at me and placed her hand over mine, pressing it further, moving it, rolling it.

“I love it when I do my own nipples, but I also love it sometimes when Aunt Leslie does them for me.” Juli’s tiny voice barely whispered this admission, but it was received without shock from the pair just across from us.

Anita’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I feel like I can risk telling you, Leslie… can I?”

As I nodded, she continued, “When I was nursing Amy as a baby, I discovered that the feeling was so intense… so very intense, that I had to masturbate as soon as I finished. In fact, there were times when I couldn’t wait to finish and did it while she fed. My nipples were always my downfall I guess… if I let someone get to them, they could get to the rest of me in short order.”

She laughed, blushed, and went on. “I guess you must think I’m pretty awful, but I couldn’t give it up, and after her stepdad left, I continued to nurse her, even until she was 5 years old and was becoming very aware of my body heat, my heartbeat, my orgasms while she lay in my lap, just like this.”

My fingers were active as I listened to Anita’s admission, and worked to unbutton Juli’s top. My little sexy minx helped, and we pulled it open, then unclasped the front hook on her bra, freeing her delightful 13-year-old firm cone-shaped tits with the spectacular nipples. My hand slid back to cup a breast, kneading it lightly, then fingertips sliding out to her nipple, tugging, urging it to expand.

Juli cooed and nuzzled against my left tit with her nose.

Amy had rolled her head a little towards her mother, and reached up, using her fingers to find the hard nipple nub that was pressing out against the thin fabric.

“No, not awful, Anita,” I said. “And I can tell that your darling girl has found it comforting, perhaps arousing to herself as well. In fact,  how long has it been since you stopped nursing her?”

Anita blushed further, and looked down at her beautiful daughter. “Is it okay, sweetheart? Can we tell?”

Amy nodded lightly, and giggled. “I told you they would be okay with anything, Mommy… I just knew it.”

“Show us,” I whispered softly.

“Only if you show too,” Anita replied.

I stood and stripped my top and bra, and sat again, letting my skirt slide fully up to my waist, aware of the feeling of thoroughly soaked panties against my pussy lips. Anita unbuttoned her blouse and leaned forward to shrug it off, reached back to unclasp her bra, and as she set it aside, her magnificent D cup tits swayed. Her nipples were thick and reddish brown, areolae the same color.

She wiggled her hips, sliding her short skirt upwards, exposing the ultra thin and already soaked through V of her tan thong panties. She left her knees open, inviting us to see her, and adding to her own lust by showing off.

She sat back again, eyes half closed, and cupped her full round left breast, offering it to her daughter. Amy eagerly took it into her mouth and began to suckle. I reached across with my right hand to cup my left tit, as I had done before with Juli, and offered it to her.

“Go ahead, little one. I don’t have anything but nipple for you to taste, but I think we are going to see something amazingly exciting for us.”

Juli cuddled under my arm, and I noticed that she had pulled her skirt up around her waist too, letting one of her hands drop between her legs as she licked my nipple, nibbled it, licked it, and watched.

Anita moaned a little as Amy worked harder, and we could see a little drip of milk slide over the youngster’s cheek. Anita deftly unbuttoned her daughter’s top and pulled her bra upwards, releasing the girl’s rounded firm tits for us to view. Amy rolled a little sideways so her mother could unclasp her bra, and sat up enough to shed her blouse and bra. When she lay back down, she lifted her hips and slid her panties off, kicking them to the floor, leaving just a strip of skirt cloth around her waist. She settled onto her back again, her head on her mother’s thigh, and lifted her mouth to the waiting nipple that hung with drops of sweet milk already flowing.

“She’s absolutely beautiful,” I said to Anita, whose loving gaze rested on her daughter’s face.

“Isn’t she,” came the soft reply. “And she has been soooo good, soooo understanding about helping her mother feel loved in so many ways. Yes, Leslie, we’ve never stopped nursing, and I think we both are addicted to our little sessions. I don’t give as much as I used to, but still… even so…” There were a few involuntary twitches in Anita’s stomach and thighs as the sounds of Amy’s suckling crossed the room.

Anita’s hand strayed again to Amy’s bare tummy, stroking it lightly, and then moved up to caress the firm young girl tits. Amy’s light brownish nipples seemed to respond to the touch, wrinkling, hardening. As she bent her left leg, raising it against the side of the couch, we could see her young teen pussy, with just the sparsest thin covering of brown hair above her slit.

Juli looked up at me, watching me watch them, and then lifted her own slim hips to slide her panties off.

“Don’t you think we should all show off a little, Aunt Leslie?” Juli giggled. My young supersexed niece, my leader in wanting to be seen, was demonstrating how forward she could be.

“Okay then,” I responded, and lifted my own bottom off the loveseat, sliding my panties down and dropping them to the floor. Anita spread her knees even wider, smiling at me, licking her lips. The fingers of her right hand went to her right side, scissors fingering her other nipple, and two white drops eased out, falling onto her lap.

“If Juli would like to taste…” Anita’s voice dropped off, but the invitation was clear.

I nodded assent to my sweet sexy girl, and she rose, stripping herself totally naked as she walked across. Anita slid herself to the center of the couch to make room, and Juli lay down, so that both naked young girls had their heads on her thighs, their feet at the ends of the couch. Anita leaned a little forward again, and Juli eagerly latched on to the woman’s turgid and leaking right nipple, suckling and mewing and feeding as if she had never known anything different.

“Ahhhhh… ahhhhhhh, yessssssss,” Anita’s low voice moaned and her head lay back, her chest thrust forward for the girls to feed.

“Aunt Leslie ……… omg it feels so good ……… it tastes sweet ……… it feels so naughty so beautiful naughty,” Juli mumbled, letting dribbles of Anita’s milk run down her cheek, and licking faster to consume it.

Anita’s hands dropped again to both girls’ tummies, then caressed their faces, their ribs, their firm young teen breasts, eyes returning to me as if for permission. I nodded, smiling, nodding at Juli particularly, then lifted my heels up onto the edge of the loveseat, spreading my legs even wider and parting my pussy lips with one hand.

Eyes on eyes, we watched each other… me using slick juice from my leaking pussy to coat the fingertips of my other hand, and slowly rolling my clit, arousing myself, arousing my newfound mommy partner lover as she explored her daughter and my niece.

Anita’s fingers eventually moved down across their bellies, and the girls instinctively spread their legs, opening themselves to the older woman’s touch. I could see her middle finger sliding up and down their bare slits, slipping in between the puffy labia, curling and probing, then slipping inside each one, moving in and out, dipping deeper.

I gasped and did the same with two of my fingers, sliding inside, curling, feeling the upper walls of my own cunt, finding the magic spot inside that I knew would bring the greatest pleasure. Anita’s eyes gleamed with devilish light as she brought each of her hands to her mouth, licking, tongue cleaning, bringing their teen girl taste into her mouth.

“It seems the only one of us not totally exposed is you, Anita,” I whispered, rising and crossing the room. I dropped to my knees in front of her, and she raised just slightly, allowing me to peel her almost-nothing thong down her legs, and then spread herself again, pushing to the front edge of the couch.  I could hear the girls’ suckling noises. I could hear their little mews as Anita’s fingers found their mark, I could sense their little hips rising in fucking motions against her hands, pushing for more pleasure from the older woman.

I lowered my mouth to Anita’s thighs, inhaling the incredibly strong and beautiful aroma of sex in high gear. My tongue slid along her thighs all the way to the top, and then I lifted up to mouth young Amy’s exposed tit, circling her nipple before sucking it. Then back down to Anita’s pussy, glistening with her desire. My tongue probed her darkish butterfly wing labia, one side, then the other, my mouth closing over them to pull each side apart, tongue slipping in between to gather the taste, feel the slickness, fill my senses with her scent. She shivered as my tongue moved, wide and flat from the bottom upwards, long hard licks, ending with a flick at her clit.

“Please… yesss… please… Leslie… oh, help me…”

My mouth closed over her vulva, tongue probing, then isolating her clit, sucking it in and lashing it with my tongue.

She went rigid, leg muscles straining, and I heard the wet squishing sounds of her fingers harder in the girls’ pussies. Then moans and cries from Juli as she began her orgasm, soon followed by the same from Amy.

Anita gasped for air as her orgasm hit, spasms rippling across her belly, and I had to use my hands to keep her thighs apart, spreading them up and out so I could drink all the flow she could give, and keep her going as long as possible.

“Ohhhhh… stop… no… yesssss… do it more… nooo… can’t… (gasp, uggghhhh) …please… godddddddddd waitttt…”

It seemed like minutes, but must have been less, that I finally let my mouth slide away from her beautiful woman folds, licking them, licking the outer lips, licking her thighs…

Quiet… quiet as we all relaxed, breathing softly, letting ourselves come down, holding each other, my head further in Anita’s lap, sideways, my hands on the teen girls’ chests, sensing their heartbeats, feeling their rhythms.

We were like that for some time, feeling bare skin, coming down from the huge high, not daring to move, maybe not daring to even admit to each other what had just happened.

“Are you okay, Aunt Leslie?”

It was my amazingly darling, sexually charged, and NOT embarrassed niece checking on whether I was okay.

“Ohh, yes, darling, and I hope you all are okay… okay with how we have come to know each other, and how we know we can trust each other, and I hope it won’t be the last time.”

“I knew it… I just knew it, Mommy,” Amy’s small voice echoed once again.

Anita’s eyes met mine, and she nodded. Her hand moved from between her daughter’s legs to comb back my hair, and rest on my cheek.

“It won’t be the last time, Leslie, I can tell.”

 THE END 

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