Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Openmindedwoman

Anita and I sat on the plush couch in her den happily sipping glasses of wine. Through the sliding glass doors to the backyard patio we could see her daughter Amy and my niece Juli laughing and kicking a soccer ball back and forth, full of the after-school kind of playful energy that seventh graders ought to have.

“Amy wants to be on the high school soccer team when she gets to that age,” her mother said in a wistful voice. “But we haven’t really done any special community or lower school teams like lots of the girls do to get their skills up.”

“She certainly is naturally athletic!” I proclaimed, watching her curls bounce and her strong young legs move quickly and with agile turns as she moved the ball. “And don’t tell me she doesn’t have any very special skills. You’ve been a wonderful teacher.” I let my hand rest casually on Anita’s thigh as we talked. She covered it with her own, our upper arms and shoulders in light, warm contact.

Anita laughed a low knowing laugh and turned to face me. “Yes, Leslie… it wasn’t THAT kind of special skill I was talking about. But she does have some talents that you don’t even know about.”

“Yet?” I countered.

“Yes… yet,” she whispered back. “And I imagine Juli might have some of those same talents.”

“Welllll,” I fluttered my eyes with an exaggerated look, and whispered, “She might have had a lesson or two that she would be anxious to share.”

Quiet surrounded us for a few moments as the girls ran and played, wearing tee shirts and loose gym style shorts in the spring sun. We each seemed lost in our thoughts, and if Anita’s were going where mine were, then perhaps she had the same butterflies I was having low in my naughty stomach.

Finally I asked the question that had been intriguing me since our amazingly erotic escapade there previous weekend. “Anita, tell me more about you and Amy. I mean, nursing her so long, sustaining your lactation? She’s just turned 13!”

“Oh, Leslie,” Anita blushed a bit and her hand went subconsciously to her full bosom, rubbing over one and then the other of her very full breasts.

“Please,” I said, “it’s okay, whatever it’s about. I hope you could tell that from the things that happened… how eager Juli was to watch her new friend nurse from you like that… how eager she was to do it herself… and how wonderfully excited it made ME to think… to wonder… especially watching those two young naked darlings under your spell.”

“It began so naturally, Leslie, when Amy was born, and she hungrily breastfed, it seemed to me.” Anita’s fingers never left her breasts, moving lightly from the tip of one to the tip of the other while she talked, almost as if in a trance. “My nipples have been wonderfully sensitive ever since I started jilling myself, or even before that. I don’t know why, but they seem to be like wired electric circuits straight to my… ummm… my…”

“To your pussy, Anita… it’s good to talk openly between us now. As you saw, I’ve taught Juli that certain words are for the doctor’s office, and some are meant to be savored on the tongue in ways that suggest the erotic woman… or girl… that we are.”

Anita smiled, “Well, yes, then, from my rather oversized… tits… right to my… pussy. And when she would suckle, I tried at first to remain calm, motherly, but it wasn’t long before I realized the mess I was making in my panties, and I started feeding her just in an open robe, sitting on the tail of it, but naked, and as she would move from one side to the other, I began to allow the hand that wasn’t cradling her to move to my wetness, and soon I was jilling every time she would feed. It was wonderful.”

“I can surely understand that,” I said with a smile, letting my forehead move to her temple in a warm, reassuring gesture. “My nipples have been a lot like that too, so sensitive, almost as long as I can remember, though I’ve not had the experience of motherhood. But then, years went by?”

“Actually,” she answered, “I continued until Amy was four, and I found myself wondering if it was just too much… whether she was actually aware of my heartbeat, or what I was doing.  She would crawl up into my lap after a bath, naked, and nudge, wanting to suckle, and for me it was like a siren call to an exciting and loving place far from the real world and filled with amazing pleasure. It got so I would caress her as she started… feeling her arms, armpits, tummy… chest.”

I nodded and grinned, fingers moving lightly on her thigh. “Sounds pretty familiar in a lot of ways, actually.”

Anita continued, “But I was also not really producing much in the way of milk by then. I’ve learned that it is different for every woman in that way. Some can go on for years as long as the feeding is continuous, some can’t. So I decided to let it stop, and soon I was normally dry.

“It must have been almost a year and a half later that my foxy little sweetheart surprised me with her awareness. There was a scene in some TV show we were watching that played on the subject, and she asked if that wasn’t what we used to do. I said that it was, and she asked right out why we stopped, because she liked it a lot, and she had the feeling that I did, too.”

I was beginning to get fidgety feelings as mental images of those moments went through my mind.

“Are you okay with this, Leslie?” Anita slid her hand from the top of mine up my arm a ways.

“Oh, wow, more than okay, Mommy Anita. Since we are being honest with each other, let me say that it gives me a very fluttery spot inside to hear you talk about it.”

She smiled broadly and continued, one hand on top of mine, one hand still sliding back and forth from one full breast to the other, her head tipped towards mine enough that they rested together. “Well, long story short, with the help of a few hormones I took, I was able to start lactating again, and some time later, with a nervous lump in my throat I asked her if she remembered asking me about us stopping her feeding sessions, and if she would ever like to do it again. Then she surprised me once more, not only firmly saying she would, but also saying that she thought maybe I was liking it, too.”

I let a sigh of… what… amazement, arousal, intrigue slide through my lips, almost a low whistle. “And so…?” I prompted her.

Anita licked her lips, took a deep breath, and admitted that she had told her daughter that indeed she loved doing it, and it made her feel good in a very special way, and very close to the daughter she loves so much.

“And so we started again, not as often as one would feed a newborn, but often enough to be a hugely satisfying way for us to bond. And yes, I continued to turn myself on while she suckled, and at least half the time I brought myself to orgasm. I don’t know just when I could tell that there was some unspoken communication about body arousal, but Amy would get warm as I got warm. Sometimes we weren’t naked when we did it. Sometimes it would be after school and we would just sit in our clothes, or part of them, and I would get ‘uumhum’  or ‘uhhh-uhhh’ yes and no answers to questions about her day, and I would tell her about mine, with long silent spaces as we just enjoyed each other.”

“When did the time come that she really understood what it was about for you, Anita?” I asked in a low whisper, urging her story on.

“It was after she turned 10, I guess,” Anita responded, and I noticed that she seemed as body restless as I was. “I noticed that while she lay with her head on my thigh and tugged on my nipple with her beautiful Cupid bow mouth, she would rub her fingers over her own nipples, which were beginning to puff out nicely. When I asked her if it felt good to her to do that, she nodded enthusiastically and said that she did it a lot, and she knew that it must feel really good to me, too, and she really REALLY loved making her mom feel ‘specially good’. I guess it just went from there.”

“So it did go from there…” I let my voice trail off. “We saw how much Amy loves doing it, and how she opens her very sweet young body to you. I don’t remember nursing from my mother,” I added wistfully. “I imagine I did so, but only as a baby… I did watch my older sister feed Juli, and I so remember the feeling it gave me, and I’ve often wondered…”

“Oh, Leslie, yessss. It did go on from there. I asked her if it felt good for her to touch any other part of her body, and she answered that she does it sometimes just like I do. How I ever thought I was hiding something from her, I’ll never know, but now my darling girl knows exactly what she is doing to her mother, and she knows how beautiful it is to be loved in return, loved and touched in every way.”

Anita smiled and turned her face towards mine, so that our foreheads rubbed, and then moved in enough for a lingering kiss. She took my far hand and lifted it to her chest, holding it beneath hers, and pressing it into the full soft flesh. “I saw how you watched them, Leslie… watched them both pulling on my nipples and tasting me. You want to taste it, don’t you, hon? I’ve not been on the hormones for some time now,” she added, “so I’m producing less and less. Now that Amy knows it is more about giving each other that very special woman pleasure, we don’t really need the by-product. But there is some for you, my wonderful new naughty friend, if you want.”

Anita was unbuttoning her blouse as she spoke, pulling it open, and deftly lifted her bra up and over her heavy, ready to be suckled tits. I nodded numbly, and scooted down onto the couch, on my back, thinking this must look just what Amy looked like to us only a week earlier. Anita leaned forward enough to dangle her large, well-used dark nipple above my face, and my tongue snaked out, tentatively, washing over the tip. She shivered, hissed, and lowered it more as I did it again, circling this time, intending to tease a little, but wanting her to know that my actions were not just for me to sample her, but for her to feel all I could give her as well.

“Please, Leslie… yes… go ahead,” she hesitated, then continued as I circled her slick wet nipple, thick as my little finger, again. “Just feel it first if you want, like that, lover. It feels so good for you to do it like that.”  Her hand wandered to my top and slid underneath, finding my front hook and releasing it, then cupping my warm flesh as I teased her.

“But not too long,” she urged with a giggle. “I’m very ready, Leslie.”

With the need apparent in her soft voice, I opened my lips and took her nipple into my mouth, pulling it lightly, then further in, until the whole tip of her hanging tit was in my warm mouth. I suckled, and I heard her sharp intake of breath. I suckled again, and soon was rewarded with the taste of Anita’s sweet milk. It came as a bit of a surprise to me how just the act of doing it would be like a lightning bolt from my mouth, through her caressing fingertips to my belly, to my pussy. It seemed as though I could virtually feel a surge of wetness start down my inner channel, warming me there like the slow warmth of a small light bulb turning on inside.

“Let’s do this right, dear girl,” Anita cooed, and I released her enough for her to shed her blouse and bra, and wiggle her skirt up to her waist. I stripped my pullover top, letting my bra cups fall to the side, and wiggled my bottom until my skirt was bunched up as well. My head rested on her warm bare thigh, and I felt her fingers reach again to caress my tits when I licked and tickled and again captured her firm thick nipple.

“You’ll have to work at it a little, Leslie, to get very much now, but don’t worry… I’ll love every little nibble.”

The taste was amazingly wonderful to me… I guess it came from being a woman who always did savor the scents and tastes of intimacy, and the thought of how I had taught that attitude to Juli had led her to try it without hesitation. Before long Anita urged me further over, to her other nipple, and there I could feel her arm beneath my head, her hand firmly between her legs, fingers moving in a steady circular rhythm, and I slid my own hand under my thin nylon panties, matching her growing heat. The wet flow there greeted my fingers and immediately soothed the way for them to slide inside, curling, finding the sensitive spots, and then back out, isolating themselves on the tip of my love bud, back and forth, around it in circles, and then back and forth.

It seemed like long minutes went by, with only little animal sounds of encouragement coming from both of us. I mimicked the motion of my fingers on my clit with my tongue on Anita’s nipples, and she returned the favor with her saliva-coated fingers on my firmly raised and ready nipples… my mouth and her fingers moved in circles, suckles, flicks, circles, tugs, and scissors, growing more and more urgent until I felt her thighs quiver and her stomach clench with the inner spasms of her orgasm.

“Ohhhh god girl, harder… just a little… godddddddddddd.” Her voice was ragged, needy, her hips rolled, and her body shivered. Then she slumped, and I hurried my own touches until I felt the same beautiful explosion inside myself, hips bucking against my fingers, head pressed firmly against my full-bosomed lover.

We stayed motionless as our bodies came down, and long deep breaths escaped our lungs.

“Good?” she asked needlessly.

“Better than good,” I replied needlessly… it was all so clear to both of us. I twisted myself around to lie more flat on my back again, looking up into her eyes for confirmation. They glistened, and her face flushed with both the afterglow of our climax, and with a sparkle of something else…

“Look,” she said, nodding towards the sliding glass doors. “I think we have company.”

And there we were, me on my back, topless, with my hand under my panties, Anita with her bare breasts exposed to the world, her legs spread wide with her hand cupping her equally wet vulva. Peering in through the glass were two delightfully grinning faces.

Who knows how long Juli and Amy had been watching, but they stood whispering and giggling, an arm wrapped around each other’s bare waists, their tee shirts off, firm young girl tits rubbing back and forth against the glass.

“I guess it has been more of a playtime than we might have intended for them, hmmm?”

Or was it?

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