Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

We’ve done it. We’ve done the unthinkable. I’m naked in bed with my nine-year-old-daughter, my finger inside her virgin pussy. I fucked her and made her come. Not long before that, I held her hand on my clit, humping my little girl’s fingers until I climaxed on top of her.

I’ve just had sex with my own child, and you know what? I have no regrets at all. As I gaze at Nikki’s face and see such happiness there, see the love and gratitude in her eyes, I know for certain this can’t be wrong.

“Are you okay, honey?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah, Mom. That was awesome! Way better than when I do it myself. Can we do it some more?”

Nikki certainly shows no hesitation, not a hint of regret. And I adore her response. She wants more!

My finger is still nestled inside her warm, moist vagina, but only up to the second knuckle. I can feel her hymen blocking any further penetration. I tickle her gently within and rub my thumb in a circle around her clit.

“You want more, huh?”

She shivers, and in a quavery voice says, “Yeah, I do.”

“All right, but, um… you know, we can’t ever tell anyone about this. No one, do you understand? We have to be very careful.”

“I know.”

“I want to do this with you,” I tell my daughter. “I love it, and I love you. But some people might, well, they might disagree. They might say we’re doing something bad. It’s not bad, not at all, but still, we can’t take any chances, okay?”

“Sure okay.”

Nikki doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by my concerns. It’s almost as if she’s already thought this through and is comfortable with it, secrecy and all. I’m sure she hasn’t, of course, but I’m pleased that she evidently feels no anxiety whatsoever.

I suppose that’s because to her what she and I are doing together is perfectly natural. And she’s right, it is, I tell myself. It’s only love… sweet, sensual, caring, affectionate, passionate love between mother and daughter… what could be wrong with that?

As these thoughts go through my mind, my eyes roam over Nikki’s tender young body. God, she’s so desirable. Okay, so I do have one regret — that we didn’t do this earlier, years before.

I kiss her softly on the lips, then slowly slide down on the bed. I want to see everything.

I still haven’t taken my finger out of her. I look at my baby’s crotch. Her slender thighs are spread wide apart, making herself open for me. Her skin is smooth and soft and pink, flawless. She has no pubic hair yet. I can see a gleam of moisture around the edges of her pussy lips, and a larger droplet of milky fluid at the base of her vagina. It makes my mouth water.

All right, if she wants more, I’ll give her more. That’s what I want too!

I smile at her, and say a second time, “You want more, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” she nods.

“Good. But just one thing. If you ever don’t want something, if it’s too much or you don’t like it or whatever, just say so and we’ll stop, all right?”

“I know, Mom. But don’t worry, go ahead. I want it.”

Wow. How did I ever get so lucky? I look at Nikki’s pussy again, draw my finger out slightly. It’s shiny with her juices. The sight sends a sudden jolt my center. I squeeze my own legs together, scissoring them, stimulating my clit.

As I move in still closer, my face now only an inch or two from her sex, I whisper, “I’m going to kiss you here, okay?”

“Okay.”

Before the kiss, I inhale, closing my eyes and breathing in through my nose, taking in her scent, the delicious aroma of her sweet young pussy. Then I open my eyes again, slip my finger from her opening, and replace it with my lips. My mouth is on my daughter’s vagina. I’m kissing her there.

I feel her shiver, hear a moan, a sigh of pleasure. I slide my lips around, kissing as though I’m kissing her mouth, and then I begin to use my tongue, licking her, licking and sucking and kissing.

“Oh god, Mom!” she cries. “Mommy, Mommy, oh god!”

I don’t answer this, but instead slide my tongue up between her smooth, puffy lips, burrowing in until I find her clit. I tickle it with the tip of my tongue. Meanwhile I’ve put my finger back inside her pussy, and I’m tickling her there too.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, it’s so good!”

I’m fucking her pussy, sucking on her clit, having sex with my daughter. She moans and writhes, gyrating beneath me, lifting her pelvis, shoving herself into my mouth. Then I feel her hands on my head, grabbing, pulling me against her. She’s groaning, panting, squealing, huffing and puffing.

It appears she’s almost ready to come, much sooner than I expected. This child is extremely responsive sexually. Are all little girls like this? Maybe more moms should find out.

All this flashes through my mind in an instant as I suck and lick her clit. It’s funny the way I’m able to have an internal conversation with myself about lesbian incest while carrying on with the action at the same time. Women are amazing.

Now she’s really moving fast, humping my mouth, rubbing her clit against my tongue and lips. Nikki tastes so good, she smells so good, and she feels so good. I love the soft, hot feel of her skin. I love the excited, energetic moves of her naked body. I love all the sounds she’s making, the panting, gasping, moaning. I love my daughter so much. I love having sex with her!

Suddenly she goes stiff — I hear a loud grunt as she shivers all over, and I feel her vagina clamping down around my finger in repeated spasms — she shudders and shakes, grunting each time. My little girl is coming. She’s coming for me.

Nothing could be better than this. I’ve always enjoyed sex, ever since I learned to masturbate at age ten. I enjoyed ‘practice kissing’ with my girlfriends starting when we were around twelve, and as we got older I really enjoyed doing more than just kissing with some of those girls. Sex with boys and with men was pretty good too, with most of them anyway, although I’ve always had a preference for my own gender.

I had a few brief affairs with other women after my divorce, then nothing at all for the past few years as I concentrated on raising Nikki. Nothing but masturbation, that is, which is certainly pleasurable enough, but not like this — not nearly as pleasurable and satisfying and rewarding as sex with my own daughter.

No, I’m convinced. Nothing could be better than this.

I raise my mouth from her crotch, licking my lips, smiling as I look at her. Her eyes are tightly closed, face still pinched and reddened. She occasionally shudders with a residual spasm. I slip my finger from inside her and move up on the bed to lie beside my little girl, taking her in my arms.

I nuzzle her neck, kiss her cheek, her nose, her mouth. As her breathing gradually begins to return to normal, she sighs deeply, then turns toward me, eyes slowly opening.

“Mommy… that was…” she begins, then shuts her eyes, shuddering one more time. I hug her close, petting her hair.

She smiles at me as her big green eyes come open once again. “That was… great.”

“Mmm, I love you, baby.” I nuzzle her nose, kiss her lips.

Nikki returns the kiss, and whispers, “I love you too, Mom, so much.”

I change position, shifting on top of her, my legs between hers, my mound resting on my daughter’s. I kiss her again, then say, after a glance at the clock, “It’s getting pretty late, almost midnight. Are you feeling sleepy yet?”

She shakes her head, gives a wry grin. “Uh-uh. I’m not sleepy at all.”

Once more I kiss her, but this time using my tongue. She responds immediately, happily kissing me the same way. She wraps her arms around me, and her legs too.

As we continue kissing, I begin to move myself against her, very gently at first, only the slightest motion of my pussy lips on hers. It’s hard to believe I’m really doing this, having hot lesbian sex with my own child, but I am, and it makes me so happy. My clit is throbbing, tingling, almost singing with arousal. I press a little harder against her as my tongue plays in her mouth.

Nikki seems just as happy as me, if not more so. She’s kind of humming as we kiss while rocking her body in rhythm with my movements on top of her. It feels so incredibly good. My pussy lips are slippery and wet, as are hers. We easily slip and slide together, blending our lubrication. This is mother-daughter fucking, as natural as it can be.

I’m moving faster now, feeling that surge begin deep inside, the growing, swelling, irresistibly delicious sensation of an impending orgasm. For a moment I take my mouth away from hers, saying to Nikki, “I’m gonna come, baby… Mommy’s gonna come on top of you.”

“I know,” she pants, “and I, and I — me too!”

Oh, wow, is she really that close already? Is my little girl going to come with her mommy fucking her? I hope she will!

Nikki’s legs are wrapped around me, her ankles crossed over my hips. She’s pulling me against her while lifting her sex to meet my thrusts. We kiss again, and now we’re moaning into each other’s mouths. In fact, we’re both so excited that our kissing is sloppy, messy, lips and tongues slipping all around, saliva dripping and flying, hot breath mixing.

I’m almost there now, almost there — fucking her, fucking her, fucking my daughter — and then I hear a high-pitched squeal. Nikki suddenly tucks her chin, breaking our kiss, her eyes squeezing shut. She’s starting to come underneath me.

I fuck her harder. I want to come too, come with her, and I’m just about there. A little more, a little more, and — YES!!!

We enjoy the most wonderful thing there ever could be, mother and daughter in a simultaneous orgasm, pussy to pussy. I come harder on her than I think I’ve ever come in my whole life. It seems to last forever, going on and on, climactic pulses exploding from my center one after another, wave after wave after wave of delirious sensual ecstasy.

Dimly, somewhere in my mind, I hear Nikki crying out. She’s bucking under me, her hot little pussy slamming into mine again and again. That sound, that feeling, the delicious smells, and the knowledge of what we’re doing — all this brings yet another round of pleasure for me, another wave of orgasmic pleasure. I’m fucking my daughter, we’re fucking each other, and I have never been happier.

* * *

I’m not sure how long it lasts. I seem to have blacked out or something.

When I come to, I’m lying on top of Nikki, all my weight bearing down on her, my face buried in her neck, my breasts squished flat on her chest. I’m dripping with perspiration, so hot I’m practically steaming. My breath is coming fast, in gulps and gasps. I swallow, lick my lips, taste salty sweat from my little girl’s neck. I move slightly, and feel a gooey, sticky mess down where our pussies are kissing.

Suddenly I realize how heavy I must feel on her. I’m limp, torpid, nearly inert, but I try my best to lift my weight from her, slowly pushing myself up on my elbows.

“Are you… are you okay, sweetie?” I manage to get out.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m — I’m great.” She’s gasping too, probably trying to regain her breath after being squashed by me.

“I’m sorry if I, if I was too heavy, if I hurt you or —”

“Omigod, Mom, that was so awesome!” she interrupts. “I never knew anyone could do that, do like we did, what you did with me. That was so totally awesome!”

Any worries I may have had about hurting her are obviously unwarranted. She’s just fine, more than fine, gushing with enthusiasm, thrilled at what she and I have done together.

I roll off her, onto my side. She turns onto her side too, facing me. Her smile is huge, her eyes shining. My nine-year-old daughter is full of zeal — for sex with her mom!

“That was so great,” she says again. “I never knew anyone could do that.”

I take her face in my hands, looking into her eyes. “I love you so much, darling girl.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she whispers.

We kiss tenderly, romantically. Nikki’s lips are full and warm and soft, so welcoming. She is the perfect sexual partner for me, I realize, the one person I love more than anyone else in the world, the one person I want more than anyone else.

Again I say to myself, I only wish we’d started sooner, when she was eight years old, or seven, or… even younger? Well, anyway we should have started earlier, but that doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we’re doing this now.

We continue softly kissing as I think about these things. Then I feel her hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples. And somehow, even though it’s very late, past midnight, even though I’ve already come numerous times and really should be sated, I sense my desire beginning to build again. I’m not done yet. I want more.

It appears that she does too. Nikki is kissing me with more urgency now, using her tongue, moaning. She’s kneading my breasts, squeezing them, pulling them toward her. This gives me a naughty idea. I want to suckle her, feed my nipples to my daughter. That seems even more perverted in some way than the things we’ve already done, even nastier — and I love it.

I shift on top of her again, turning her onto her back. I’m straddling her waist, my juicy sex pressing into her tummy. I take my breasts in my hands, cupping them, plumping them for her, pinching and twisting the erect nipples.

“Baby girl,” I say, in a husky whisper, “do you want to suck Mommy’s nipples?”

Her eyes grow wide, her face bright with joy, as if it’s Christmas morning and she’s surrounded by presents. “Can I?”

“Sure, you can. I want you to. I want you to suck Mommy’s hard nipples.”

As I say this, I slowly bend down, lowering my bosom toward her. I support myself on my hands, my breasts dangling in front of my daughter’s face.

Nikki looks at them, studying my tits, my stiff brown nipples. She licks her lips. After glancing up briefly, catching my eye and smiling, she takes one breast in her hands and draws it to her mouth. She doesn’t take it all the way in at first, however, but begins by licking, as though she’s licking a lollipop or an ice cream cone.

She licks and licks, closing her eyes, sighing with pleasure. Meanwhile I’m going crazy with lust, my nipple throbbing, straining, so erect it’s almost painful. I need her to suck it!

She continues licking, just licking, her warm wet tongue running all around, circling the nipple, flicking over the tip. I’m panting with need, trembling with desire, my heart pounding, pulse racing. Does she know what she’s doing to me, how she’s driving me insane?

I shove a hand down between my legs, furiously rubbing my wet pussy, giving myself at least some of what I want. Leaning on one elbow, looking at her, watching my little girl lick my tit, I masturbate, mentally urging her to suck my goddamn nipple!

When at last Nikki does it, when she finally takes the turgid, throbbing nipple all the way into her mouth and begins to suck, I groan with relief while my body shudders with arousal. I slide two fingers inside my cunt, fucking myself while my daughter sucks my nipple.

She sucks, and it’s heaven. It’s exactly what I need. The feel of her tongue and mouth on my tit, combined with the hand working between my legs, is sheer joy.

Then I remember. I recall that when Nikki was just a baby, nursing at my breast, I often used to feel the same sort of erotic arousal that I’m feeling now. Sometimes when she and I were alone together I would rub my pussy as I fed her, though I never brought myself all the way to orgasm.

I’d set this memory aside, keeping it hidden for whatever reason, but now it returns. And now I wonder if perhaps that was when this all began, my illicit, incestuous desire for my daughter, but that it remained latent for all these years. Again, it doesn’t really matter. All that counts is that we’re doing it now. We’re having sex, we’re making love, and it’s heaven.

Nikki switches to the other breast. I hear her making little ‘nom-nom’ sounds as she sucks. She’s as happy as can be. I can also hear the wet slapping of my fingers inside my cunt, and and I can smell my sex, the hot perfume of my lust. It’s so great, everything is perfect.

She sucks, I fuck my pussy, and pretty soon I feel myself getting close. It won’t be much longer. But I don’t really want to come yet. Not like this.

I have another idea. It’s so perverted, so fucking hot — I have to do it. I remove my fingers from my cunt, dripping with my juices, and I rub them on my other breast, the one she’s not sucking. I coat the hard nipple with my lubrication.

“Mmm, baby? Just a minute,” I say to Nikki as I push myself up, removing my breast from her mouth. I want her to see what’s going on.

She frowns for an instant, disappointed at having to stop, at having the candy taken away. Then she notices what I’m doing and understands. She smiles.

“You want to taste Mommy? Taste Mommy’s pussy?” I ask in a throaty voice. I’m so turned on I can barely speak. But I manage to say, “It’s right here, on my nipple, all for you, little girl.”

I lower the gleaming, aromatic breast tip to her mouth. She giggles, then takes it in. Those ‘nom-nom’ sounds are even louder now as she sucks, savoring the taste of her mother’s cunt juice.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, that’s right,” I urge, “suck Mommy’s nipple, baby girl.”

I start to reach between my legs again to stroke myself, but as I do, I bump into another hand. I discover that Nikki is rubbing herself too. My adorable nine-year-old is playing with her pussy as she sucks my tit.

I’m overwhelmed with feeling, with emotion, suddenly so filled with happiness that tears fill my eyes. I’m choked up with both love and lust, with passion and affection. A sob escapes, and with it I feel a jolt in my center, a delicious spasm that’s not quite an orgasm, but a pre-climax. I’m right on the edge.

For perhaps half a minute longer, I let Nikki continue sucking my nipple, but then my need is just too great. I have to come. Not with my hand, though, and not with her hand either. This time I want to come on her face, in her mouth.

Without speaking — because basically I can’t at this point — I push myself up. My nipple pops from her mouth. She looks up at me, eager, open, ready for anything.

I take her face in my hands, smiling at her through tears of passionate desire. Slowly, I crawl forward. Her eyes grow big. She’s knows what’s coming. She looks up at my face, then at my cunt. She licks her lips.

“Lick me, baby, lick Mommy,” I growl as I lower my sex onto her mouth.

Still holding her head in my hands, I groan with fulfillment as I feel my little girl’s warm tongue exploring my pussy. I rock on top of her, sliding up and down, fucking her face.

So many sensations, so many feelings, all at once — lust and love, affection and desire — the pungent aroma of my dripping cunt, of my hot need for her — my intense moans of arousal, her sighs of sensual pleasure — and the sight of my daughter’s face, her beautiful face nestled between my legs, captured between my thighs, her lips on my lips, her tongue in my cunt.

I’m ready, I’m ready… I want this moment to last forever, but of course it can’t… the surge is growing, building, swelling… higher, higher, bigger and stronger… and then it boils over as I erupt in an earth-shattering orgasm.

* * *

Some time later, we’re finished. I came on her repeatedly, came again and again, fucking her mouth with my cunt, bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm, flooding my little girl’s face with my hot juices. It went on I don’t know how long — but eventually I was spent.

Now we’re lying together, side by side. She’s facing toward me, enfolded in my arms, apparently almost asleep. I notice a few strands of sticky moisture in her hair along with traces on her cheeks, though I kissed and licked most of it off.

Nikki’s small hands are on my breasts, gently holding them, and sometimes I hear a sigh, feel a soft squeeze and see her lick her lips, detect a satisfied, sleepy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Gradually her breathing slows. I pet her hair, whispering tender words, lovingly kiss her forehead. She’s drifting off. We’re done for the night.

But we’ve really only just begun. She and I have embarked on a new life together, a mother-daughter love affair, and I have a feeling it will last for a very long time.