Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Hallie and I, both naked, sat on her unmade bed facing one another. Our fingers were wet and gooey, the room filled with the scent of pussy, hers and mine. She’d had three orgasms in the past twenty minutes or so and I’d had a couple myself, the last one especially strong as I fucked myself while watching her do the same.

Was this wrong? A mom and her teenage daughter masturbating together? I’m sure most people would say it was, although maybe that’s because they’ve never tried it. For me, what we’d done was supremely satisfying, not only the fulfillment of a long-held erotic fantasy, but also warm and intimate, a way for us to feel closer, to strengthen our bond.

Now, however, I had to answer a question. Hallie wanted us to do more than just masturbate. She had confessed to being turned on by the idea of mother-daughter incest, admitted that she loved watching porn which showed older women and young girls having sex — and she said she wanted to try that, with me.

I sat staring at her. She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head slightly, waiting for an answer. I knew I had to say something, but I was dumbfounded, speechless.

My mouth felt dry… and yet, as I considered what my daughter had said, tried to envision what she was asking, other parts of me began to respond in a different way. I could sense my nipples growing firm and erect again. My clit tingled and my cunt flushed warm, heavy with renewed moisture. It seemed that my body already knew the answer to her question, even if my mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Finally I found my voice. I cleared my throat and started to speak. But I didn’t say either yes or no, not directly. Instead I changed the subject.

“You, uh, you said there was, that you could watch movies online? Movies about, um, what you’re asking about?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “There’s lots of ‘em.”

“Well, maybe you could show some of them to me, so I can get an idea of what you mean.”

This was an evasion, obviously. But Hallie didn’t seem to notice that or mind it. Her face brightened. “Ooh, really? You want to, Mom?”

“Sure, why not?” I shrugged, affecting a casual attitude quite separate from the roiling tension I felt inside.

“Okay!” She bounced off the bed and went to the computer on her desk, switching it on. Before sitting down, however, she reached into the bottom drawer of the desk and pulled out an old striped beach towel, placing it on the chair. Then she sat.

“Hm,” I said, as I got to my feet, “I’d been wondering where that towel got to.”

“Yeah,” Hallie giggled, “I use it to, I mean, y’know, kinda to catch some of the dripping when I watch this stuff.”

She’d quickly navigated to a porn site and opened up a movie clip. It showed an older woman, around my age, forty-ish, and a girl who looked liked a young teen, perhaps fourteen or fifteen, though I assumed she was likely older than that. They were naked in bed, kissing and caressing.

I stood beside Hallie, a hand on her shoulder. “Is that, uh, a mother and daughter?” I asked.

“Yeah, well, I mean, it’s supposed to be. Except probably not really, in real life.”

“Right.”

“I like this one, though, a lot.”

Hallie was already starting to rub herself as we watched the video, her legs spread apart, fingers moving fast over her clit. I was amazed at how comfortable she seemed to be in displaying her sexuality around me after we’d taken this initial step. I could see absolutely no trace in her of the ambivalence I was battling.

In the movie, the girl was now lying half on top of the woman, one leg over hers, sucking on a nipple. The woman was rubbing her own pussy, masturbating, and the girl had a hand between the woman’s legs, apparently fucking her cunt with a finger or two, although you couldn’t really see that for sure. At any rate, the scene was extremely erotic. Even without any incest connotation, the sex was blazing hot, and when you added that extra dimension, the mother-daughter aspect, it was over the top.

My hand went straight to my crotch. It was automatic. I couldn’t watch something like that without masturbating, no matter what reservations I may have felt. And as I began playing with myself, massaging the fat swollen nub of my clit, dipping down into my heated furrow to bring up some of the abundant slippery juices and smear them around, those reservations seemed to lose their significance.

What difference did it make that Hallie and I were related, that she happened to be my offspring? We were simply having fun together, appreciating the beauty of feminine arousal, enjoying the excitement of lesbian lust, so who the hell cares if she’s my little girl and I’m her mom?

I certainly didn’t care at the point. When I saw the woman in the video starting to come, writhing on the bed with her young lover still sucking her nipple, I sensed my own orgasm quickly approaching — but again, Hallie beat me to it.

“God!” she squealed, her slender thighs slamming together, trapping her hand. She shuddered and jerked, gasping and groaning, and then I came too.

I’m not sure how I managed to remain standing, but I did, although I was leaning heavily on Hallie’s shoulder. When I was almost finished, with most of the spasms over, still trying to settle down and catch my breath but finally able to open my eyes once again, I found my daughter looking at me.

Our faces were very close, only a few inches apart. She was sweaty and flushed, and I’m sure I was too, but my god she was so beautiful, just incredibly sexy.

I smiled weakly, and whispered, “Hi…”

“Hi, Mom.”

Hallie’s eyes were wide. She wore a strange expression, a childlike mixture of surprise, wonder, and eagerness. We gazed at one another for a long moment, without moving, and then she looked down at my mouth, licked her lips, and brought her face slowly forward, nearer to mine.

An instant before making contact, she paused. I could feel my daughter’s moist breath, warm on my lips. And then we kissed.

If there is a single point in time when things totally changed between Hallie and me, when our relationship was forever altered — and very much for the better — it had to be right there. Earlier, when I’d spied on her, and even when we masturbated together on her bed, then again while watching the video, there still was an opportunity, however small, for one or both of us to set limits, to say we will go this far but no further.

After that kiss, there was no turning back.

Her lips met mine. So soft and tender, and yet so full of need, of desire, I nearly swooned. The first kiss was lips on lips, with no tongue, but it was unbelievably erotic and passionate. So much contained in one tiny gesture. I’d kissed my daughter countless times as she was growing up, quite often on the lips, but it had never felt like this before. A thrill coursed through my body. I shivered with excitement, gasping, almost breathless.

Hallie drew away, giggling, “You okay, Mom?”

“Yeah… fine… but kiss me again!”

She did, and this second kiss was much more demonstrative, our hands clutching at one another’s naked bodies, tongues exploring, both of us moaning and panting as our lips slithered around and we sucked at each other’s mouths. It was like a pornographic movie!

And speaking of movies — after we finished that long, extended, very wet kiss, we smiled at one another, foreheads together, then turned at the same time to look at the computer screen.

In the video, the girl was on her back, propped up on her elbows, with the older woman (her ‘mom’) lower on the bed, lying between the girl’s outstretched legs. The woman was holding her own breast in her hand, squeezing it to point the nipple. That nipple was hard and erect. With her free hand, the woman pulled back the girl’s inner labia, exposing her clit. Then she rubbed her nipple over it. It was so fucking hot to see.

“That’s one of the things I wanna try,” said Hallie. “Well, there’s a lot of things I wanna try, but that’s one of ‘em for sure.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” my daughter nodded enthusiastically, once again making me think of a very young girl.

Of course, she’s barely fifteen, I reminded myself, not so far removed from childhood. She’s still an adolescent, growing and learning. On the cusp of being an adult, perhaps, but with a lot of little girl left inside.

I truly loved that about Hallie, when I could see the small child within her. It was precious to me. On impulse, I hugged her. I was standing and she was still seated, so when I grabbed my daughter and pulled her close, her face ended up squashed between my tits.

She giggled, looking up at me with those big expressive brown eyes.

“So,” I began, hardly believing what I was about to say, “do you want to try that now? What they’re doing?” I nodded toward the screen, my heart beating wildly.

“Can we, Mom? Honest?” Her voice was somewhat muffled, coming from down inside my cleavage.

“Sure, we can.”

“Oh, goodie!”

Hallie jumped up from the chair, small breasts bobbing appealingly, and raced over to the bed. She propped a pillow against the headboard and leaned back on it, her slim legs spread wide open, smooth shaved pussy fully exposed, and beamed at me in gleeful anticipation.

“Do you… want me to turn the computer off first?” I ventured.

“No, I wanna do this!” Hallie opened her legs even wider while using the fingers of both hands to draw back her pussy lips, revealing her pink clit.

“All right.” I left the video running and stepped over to the bed.

Smiling down at my daughter and giving her what I hoped was a seductive leer, I cupped my breasts, plumping them for her admiration, then pinched my nipples hard between my thumbs and forefingers, pulling and twisting them. That hurt a little bit, but it also felt deliciously exciting, sending a jolt to my pussy. I shivered with arousal and my thighs involuntarily clenched together, further stimulating my clit. No doubt about it, I was a woman in heat — and what I craved was sex with my own child!

Hallie giggled, “Come on, Mom, fuck my pussy with your nice big boob.”

Hearing her talk like that almost made me come, just standing there. “Jesus,” I exclaimed, scissoring my thighs again and squeezing my tits. Then I climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, and gazed down at my little girl’s vulva, held wide open for me by her fingers. She was so beautiful, pink and fresh and glistening with moisture. It made my mouth water.

Am I really going to do this? The critical voice inside my head was faint now, but still there. Uh-huh, I sure am, I silently confirmed, smiling inwardly as I lowered myself into position.

“Mmm, god, I can’t wait,” Hallie murmured. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

I glanced up at her, eyebrows raised. “Have you really? For how long?”

“Oh, um, I guess since I was about twelve, when I first starting watching porn. It just, I mean… once I started watching stuff like that, you know, with moms and daughters, it like drove me crazy, made me so excited. I never thought you’d really want to do it, but now I just can’t wait!”

“Well, okay,” I chuckled, “I won’t make you wait any longer, then.”

I scooted in a little closer, bringing my chest nearly into contact with her pussy. Then I took my breast in hand, squeezing it to point the nipple as the woman in the video had done, and rubbed it over my daughter’s clit.

Hallie flinched and gasped, but then immediately urged, in a guttural moan, “Ohhh, god, yesss! That is so nice. Keep doing it, Mom!”

She spread her legs even wider apart, pulling back her labia for me. I had a beautifully clear view of my daughter’s open cunt. Her vagina gleamed pink and wet, so enticing. I could hardly believe I was really there, doing what I was doing. But I didn’t pause more than a few seconds to take in the intoxicating sight. I licked my lips, then brought my hard nipple back to rub over Hallie’s clit.

“Yeah, yeah… oh my god, Mom! It feels so good!”

“You like that, huh?” I managed to gasp. I was nearly delirious with arousal myself, rhythmically clenching my thighs together, scissoring my clit as I lay prone on her bed. I didn’t think I could come that way, not quite, but I was getting pretty close.

“Mmmm, god, I love it, Mom…” Hallie sighed, then asked, “Can you, um, put your nipple inside me? Fuck me with your tit?”

“Inside you? Well, I guess I could try.”

Even though my nipples do get rather long when I’m excited — as I certainly was now — I didn’t think they would really penetrate very far into her vagina. But if that’s what my daughter wanted, who was I to refuse?

I slid a bit lower, then pushed my breast into her sex, trying to force the nipple as deep inside her as it would go. Moving up and down, my breast becoming coated with her slippery juices, I fucked Hallie’s pussy with my tit.

Yes! I was actually doing it, and it seemed to be working, at least partly. Hallie groaned and arched her pelvis, lifting her sex, trying to take me all the way inside her. I looked down at her pussy, at my breast pressing into her, at the gleam of her wetness on my skin. I inhaled the scent of her juices, the delicious aroma of my little girl’s sexual excitement.

Then I looked at her clit. She was still holding her labia back, and her clit stood up, pink and shiny, just waiting for my tongue. Could I do it? Should I do it?

This time, I did not hesitate. In the same instant I had the thought, I lowered my mouth over her clitoris, my tongue bathing the nub, circling, swirling, tickling, my lips nibbling, tugging at her. My breast had slipped down on the bed when I started licking, out of her vulva, but I quickly replaced it with a finger, sliding deep into Hallie’s hot, moist vagina, pumping inside her.

I was fucking her, and sucking her, and it took almost no time at all. Within less than thirty seconds, Hallie screamed and cried and shook, climaxing as her mom ate her cunt.

* * *

Sex with my daughter… I’d really done it. I had licked her and made her come in my mouth. And I felt no remorse at all, not a single regret. As Hallie’s powerful orgasm gradually wound down, I felt nothing but satisfaction, happiness, love, affection — and lust.

Now I wanted more. I wanted to do everything with her.

Even as she was still gasping for breath, shuddering with the final spasms of her prolonged climax, I climbed up on top of my little girl, positioning my pussy over her face. I paused briefly, stroking my sensitive labia with both hands as I waited for her senses to return, for her eyes to come open.

When they did, I said to her, “You want to lick your mom, baby girl?”

A huge grin split her pretty face. She nodded, “Yeah, I do!”

I lowered myself onto her. And as she began to kiss and lick, making the cutest little ‘nom-nom’ sounds, I reflected that this was my first ever experience with lesbian sex. Not even in high school or college had I fooled around or experimented, as a lot of other girls were doing. I’d stuck with men and boys, and with masturbation.

So this was it, the first time I ever made love with another woman. And my partner was not even a woman, but a girl, practically a child, just fifteen years old — not to mention my own daughter!

All this went through my head in a quick second or two as I sat on Hallie’s face. But soon, very soon after that, I lost the ability to think coherently. I was left only with sensations… a tongue inside me, hot and slippery, probing inside my vagina… lips sucking on my clit, hands clutching at my ass, grabbing, squeezing, pulling me in even closer…

My eyes were closed, my hands over my own breasts, massaging them, pinching the nipples. And then, yes, oh yes, I felt that wonderful surge swirling up from deep inside, the throbbing, pulsing, tingling thrill of an approaching orgasm. I was going to come in Hallie’s mouth, come on her face! And this was just so right, so perfect — that much, at least, I was able to comprehend.

Moments later I climaxed, groaning, choking, gasping, holding her head in my hands, pulling my daughter’s mouth into my sex. I came long and hard, and very wetly, gooey juices flowing out, dripping over her cheeks and down her chin.

* * *

That was not quite the end.

After I climbed off her and we rested a few minutes, lying side by side on her bed, occasionally kissing, murmuring our love and affection for one another, Hallie told me there was one more thing she wanted to try.

She got on top of me, placing her pussy directly over mine. My legs were spread apart, open wide. She lay on me and began to move, fucking me pussy to pussy, clit to clit, a teenage girl fucking her mom.

I wasn’t sure this would really work, to be honest, but to my surprise it did.

Hallie eased up and down on me, not very much at first, just the tiniest little movements, her clit kissing my clit. Then, gradually, as the erotic feelings began to build, as our pussies heated up and our lubrication spread around, her movements quickened. She moved faster and faster, and soon I felt that insistent tingle starting again inside my center. I knew then that she could make me come that way, and I hoped she would be able to reach climax too.

I grabbed her butt, pulling her hard against me, lifting my crotch to meet her thrusts. “Come on, baby, fuck me!” I cried. “Fuck Mommy!”

One word was all Hallie said, repeating it again and again, as she pushed her juicy cunt into mine — “Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom!” — and then she came. We came together.

* * *

That movie was still running on her computer. Dimly I could hear it as my senses came back into focus. It was nice enough, extremely hot porn, but nowhere near as good as the real thing.

This, sex with my daughter, was the ultimate for me. I knew deep in my heart that I would never find a lover I wanted more than her.

As it turned out, I didn’t need to. Ever since that day, Hallie and I have remained lovers. She’s in college now, almost ready to graduate, but still lives at home. She has her own little room where she keeps her clothes and things, but she sleeps in my bed with me every night, and we make love just about every night.

Sometimes, though, we like to play a special game, to reminisce. I will hide while she puts on the same clothes she was wearing that afternoon. Then she’ll dance around her bedroom, slowly stripping, and will end up lying on her bed where she’ll masturbate for me while I watch from inside the closet, spying on Hallie, until we both climax. Such fun times for a girl and her mom.

THE END