Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

The next couple days were pretty much the same, and completely great. I mean, we didn’t order pizza for dinner every night, of course, but Mom was just so sweet and loving and affectionate. It was really wonderful.

When bedtime came, she tucked me in and kissed my mouth and told me she loved me. I would keep thinking about that after she left the room, as I lay in the dark in my bed… and I would play with myself while I was thinking about my mother and how she’d kissed me.

It turned me on and it made me come, but like I said earlier, it was more than that, better in an important way. I don’t know if I can even explain how nice it was, find the right way to put it. I was just a very happy girl.

And you know what? I had another reason, a big one, for feeling totally happy that week.

Remember how I mentioned Jess was acting shy with me when we woke up on Sunday morning after we’d kissed so much and masturbated each other the night before? How instead of talking a whole lot like normal she was just smiling and stuff? I found out a few days later what that was all about, and it was amazing!

I guess first I should admit that I was smiling an awful lot around that time too. I was always excited to get up in the morning and go to school, ‘cause then I’d get to see Jessica and spend time with her. I felt so lucky to have a best friend — and she was the best best friend I’d ever had, by far. She was cute and funny and really sexy and we told each other practically everything and did so many awesome things together, things I’d never done with anyone else. I really liked her and she really liked me. In fact, it had definitely started feeling to me as though she and I were more than just friends, that… well, that maybe it went deeper than that or something.

Anyway, let me tell you what happened on Wednesday.

Jess walked home with me after school that day. That was typical. It was what we’d started doing every afternoon, either I’d go to her place or she’d come to mine. Of course, until about a week earlier Jess had only been to my house, I hadn’t been to hers yet. Plus, before we weren’t always spending every single day with each other, but now we were. It seemed like we never wanted to be apart.

So, I’d noticed again at school that day that Jess wasn’t talking as much as usual, and that she kept smiling at me, looking shy, even blushing a little bit. I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, except it did make me feel kind of warm and jumpy inside. I liked it.

After we got to my house, we had a snack and got our homework done, and then I asked her what she wanted to do next. We’d put our books and stuff away in our backpacks and were sitting on my bed with our shoes off. I figured Jess might say she wanted to watch porn on the computer, or maybe kiss. Either one was fine with me. Either or both would be great!

But she just sort of sat there and looked at me. She didn’t say anything.

After a few uncomfortable seconds of this, I frowned and said, “What? What the heck is it?!”

She giggled and blushed, then looked down at her hands and mumbled, “Sorry, it’s, it’s… um…”

This totally wasn’t like Jess, to be at a loss for words. Just the opposite. It’s like words were made for her mouth and they would just keep coming out, one after the other in a steady stream. Not that I minded that, it was one of the things I loved about—

Oh. Wait.

Did I just use the word ‘love’? Could that be what was going on with her? With us?

The instant that thought occurred, I suddenly got way more of the warm jumpy feeling inside. My heart started pounding and I couldn’t sit still. My legs began squirming around all by themselves. I tried to make them stop and I tried to take a deep breath and I tried to lick my lips and I tried to say something but I couldn’t do any of those things. All I could do was still there and wiggle and stare at Jessica, and think how cute and how adorable and how wonderful she was, and how much I — yes! — how much I loved her!

Finally I managed to make my brain work. I stammered, “Um, Jess, is, is it…” but that was all I could say.

She raised her chin and looked into my eyes. I saw a smile on her lips, slowly becoming wider. She nodded.

I tried to say something else but couldn’t.

Then, in a soft voice, Jessica said, “Lia, I really like you, a lot.”

“I know, um, I like you too.”

“But I mean, I really really like you, y’know?”

“Um, yeah… I really really really like you too, Jess.”

Her smile grew until it practically broke her face. “Really? You do?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded giddily, “except, I mean, more than just like, way more than like.”

“Really?!”

“Yes!!!”

And then we hugged. Or maybe I should say: Jessica leaped into my arms and I fell back on the bed wrapping my arms and legs around her and she squeezed me so tight I could hardly breathe. That’s the kind of hug it was. We were both laughing insanely, rolling from side to side, not kissing or saying anything coherent, just hugging and giggling and squeezing and rolling around on my bed.

Finally we stopped. Jess was lying on top of me. She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. She was breathing hard, her face flushed and sweaty, almost glowing. God, she was so sexy.

She said, “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Of course it is. I want you to.”

“Okay, but, um… first…”

She paused. I waited a moment, then asked, “First what?”

“You say it first.”

I grinned. I knew just what she meant. “Okay,” I nodded. “I’ll say it first, but then you have to say it too.”

“I will. I promise.”

 

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Sighing and shaking her head Nora, closed the cover on the quarterly report. She’d been sitting at her desk staring at those pages for at least fifteen minutes without absorbing a single fact. She simply couldn’t concentrate.

She got up and stepped to the window, looking down at the traffic on the streets below. This was not going to do. It was unacceptable. She held an important position with the firm, had numerous duties to fulfill, and was expected to perform them all at a high level of competence. Not to mention the urgency of her own ambitions, which demanded far more from her than what her superiors or anyone else required.

But this was the third day in a row that she’d accomplished next to nothing in terms of business. Oh, she’d kept up the pretense, going through the motions, but her mind had constantly been elsewhere.

Nora knew quite well what was responsible for her lack of productivity. Or rather, she knew of several things causing the distraction.

At the top of the list was Karen: the memories of flirting and touching during their dinner on the previous Saturday, the many meaningful glances they’d exchanged, watching the woman’s eyes devour her body, as if with just a look she could undress Nora and make passionate love with her…

That alone was enough to keep her on edge, in a perpetual state of arousal, no matter how hard she worked at playing the role of a busy corporate executive. She tried, but she could not stop thinking about Karen and what might happen the next time they met.

Then there were the still fresh impressions of being in that fitting room at Victoria’s Secret with her daughter Lia and with cute little Jessica just a few days ago, taking off all her clothes in front of the girls and seeing them both nude as well, staring at those tempting, barely pubescent bodies. My god, it was so unbelievably hot.

Add to all that how exciting it was to think about what Lia and Jessica presumably were getting up to with each other. There definitely was something going on between them, Nora was certain. And when she imagined the two young girls in bed, lying naked together, kissing and touching, it drove her nearly insane with lust.

 

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Jessica was on top of me, looking into my eyes, her face just inches from mine. She was going to kiss me — oh jeez, how I wanted her to kiss me! — but first, I had to say something important to her, tell her something huge.

I swallowed and licked my lips. Then I said, “Um, Jess…… I love you.”

She squealed and laughed and wriggled around, all at once. “God, yeah! Me too!”

“No, wait,” I protested, “you have to say it!”

“Oh, yeah, um, sorry.” My best friend giggled some more and looked at me, drawing out the suspense, until at last she whispered, “I love you too, Lia. I really love you.”

Then finally we did kiss, and oh my god, what an amazing kiss that was. It’s like I just disappeared inside her mouth and the rest of the world went away.

Which is sort of funny, because until about a week earlier, I’d never kissed anyone before, not really kissed them, I mean. And now here I was, totally addicted to kissing. I couldn’t get enough of kissing Jessica, and the way my mom would kiss my lips when she put me to bed at night, that practically made me faint. I loved kissing!

So, Jess and I both said we loved each other — like actual romantic love, which was fantastic — and then we kissed for a really long time. Except while we were doing that, we did something else too, something new we hadn’t done before.

After we’d been kissing for a couple minutes, Jess sort of started moving on top of me, rubbing her crotch on my thigh and at the same time pushing her knee between my legs, tight against my pussy. It felt so great. I immediately grabbed her butt with both hands, pulling her even harder into me while we kissed.

We were still dressed, of course, in our shorts and t-shirts, only our shoes were off. But that didn’t seem to matter one bit. It felt to me like we were making love, even with all our clothes on.

 

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A shiver ran through Nora as she stood by the window in her office, picturing her daughter with the other girl, a pair of twelve-year-olds making love. Jesus, she was so turned on.

She inhaled deeply, once, twice, and very slowly let her breath out, trying to keep herself under control, then turned back toward her desk. She glanced at her watch. It was almost 4:30. Most days she would work until at least 5:30, if not 6:00 or even later. But then, most days she was much more able to focus on her job.

Still, it was too early to leave and go home. She would, if nothing else, maintain the facade. Walking to the door of her office, she nodded to her assistant, then closed and locked the door and returned to her desk. The signal had been given once more. Nora would not be disturbed.

She removed the encrypted laptop from her briefcase, powered it up and entered the password. Less than a minute later, she was immersed in all those beautiful images she loved, young girls exposing themselves, spreading their legs, showing their smooth, hairless pussies.

Nora opened her tailored slacks and pushed them down to her knees, along with her panties. She’d already placed a towel on her chair to catch the extra drips. There might be a lot.

 

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Karen licked her fingers, savoring the tasty juices. She’d just finished masturbating, coming very hard as usual. Her hands were soaked.

She was standing naked in the family room, watching Sophie and Freja and Margaret make three-way love on the couch, while also keeping an eye on the lesbian porn video playing on the big-screen TV. This was a slow, quiet one that showed two apparently very young girls tenderly kissing one another while fingering each other’s pussies. It always made her very excited.

Everything seemed so great. Karen’s life was exactly as she wanted it to be, just the way she’d arranged it. Why, then, did she feel that something was missing?

She plopped down in an armchair, sighing heavily. “Hey, you guys?” she said.

 

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Little girls. Naked little girls. So innocent and sweet. So alluring. Nora could never get enough of them. She was consumed by her desires.

For the past several days, in fact, she’d been surrendering to this impulse more than ever. Instead of perhaps just once a day or even every other day, she’d locked her office door and masturbated at least once during the morning and then two or three more times each afternoon. Her lust was out of control.

This was a problem. She knew it. And she knew it had to stop, somehow.

She’d just finished coming again. It hadn’t taken long at all. With one hand on the touchpad of her private laptop, clicking through images, the other hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, she’d reached orgasm in only a minute or two.

But she was getting sore. Her pussy was very sore. This really was too much. Plus, of course, she wasn’t getting any work done. Something would have to give.

 

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Sophie raised her face from between Freja’s long, beautiful legs. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth, smiling as she looked over at her employer.

Margaret climbed off and got to her feet. She’d been sitting on Freja’s face and had enjoyed two lovely orgasms during the past few minutes. That Swedish girl sure did know how to lick pussy. But now her boss needed her.

Freja was lying on her back on the couch, short black skirt bunched around her waist, lacy white panties on the floor. She took a deep breath and pushed herself up on her elbows, turning toward Karen.

It was a somewhat unusual relationship in that Sophie, Freja, and Margaret were Karen’s employees, but also her sex partners — and yet it was even more than that. They were her friends too, her confidantes.

Sure, Karen had numerous other friends, women she went out with and fucked, or who would come to her house for lesbian orgies. But when she had something important to talk about, more often than not it was these three she relied upon for advice. They knew her better than almost anyone, and she valued their opinions.

Sitting naked in the armchair, Karen crossed her legs, frowning in concentration. After a moment, she began, “It’s her again. I can’t get her out of my mind. Even with all this…”

She waved at the porn movie, still playing, then nodded at the three women who were looking attentively at her. “Even with… everything I have, it doesn’t feel like enough, nowhere near enough. There’s this, um, this empty space. Do you know what I mean?”

“Of course, lassie,” said Margaret. “It’s only natural ya feel that way.”

A smile slowly crossed Karen’s face. “So… I’m thinking that I should, well, at least try, and see if something might happen with her. With us.”

 

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Using a disposable wipe, Nora carefully cleaned her hands, then shut down the laptop and returned it to her briefcase. After daubing her face with a tissue to dry the perspiration and fixing her makeup, she sprayed air freshener around the office. Then she sat back in her chair for a moment, thinking.

All that wonderful porn on her private computer, the photos and erotic stories and videos, it was just fantastic, irresistible, something she simply couldn’t live without. She would never want to give it up. Still, she had to be honest with herself. During the past three days she’d been using that as an escape. Obviously, she loved looking at those images and reading the stories and masturbating, but it was time now to deal with the real issues.

A few days earlier, Nora had made a very important decision, a potentially life-changing affirmation — but she hadn’t acted on that yet, had done nothing concrete to put her plans into effect and make her dreams come true. In fact, she’d been avoiding it.

She leaned forward, elbows on her desk, steepling her fingers. Could she really hope to do it, accomplish all that? Not only seduce Karen, but also bring both girls, their daughters, into an intimate incestuous relationship with their mothers? That seemed nearly impossible, unthinkable.

Well, the first part, getting Karen into bed, might not be too much of a challenge. She seemed willing enough. But as for the rest of it, probably not quite so easy. And yet, mmm, just imagine…

Her pussy tingled. Nora squeezed her legs together automatically. She might be sore, she was sore, but that sure didn’t stop her from getting turned on as she visualized herself and Karen naked in bed with Jessica and Lia, two moms and two girls having sex.

 

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For I don’t know how long, Jess and I lay there on my bed in my room and just kept hugging and kissing and kind of murmuring sweet little “I love you’s” into each other’s mouths. This was about the most exciting thing I’d ever done. Except like I said, we weren’t only just kissing and hugging, but more like humping. It was so incredibly great.

I loved this girl and I was kissing her and she was rubbing herself on me and I had my hands on her butt, holding her really tight, squeezing and pulling her against me, and my legs were spread really wide and her tongue was in my mouth and she was rubbing against me, harder and harder, more and more, and I was pushing up, pushing against her, over and over, again and again, like we were fucking.

Yes, that was it, I thought to myself. It was like Jessica was fucking me, like she was fucking me, fucking me — and then suddenly I came.

I broke the kiss.

“Jess, UNNH!!” I cried, scrunching my face, ducking my chin, feeling my slippery sweaty forehead on her hot sweaty neck, my body shaking with the spasms.

It was kind of embarrassing. This had never happened to me before, coming with all my clothes on just from rubbing against someone. Of course, lately I was doing a lot of things I’d never done before. Who knows what might be next — sex with my mom?

I actually had that thought while I was in the middle of climaxing with Jess on top of me. And when I did, it made me come even harder. The orgasm went on and on, like it would never end. I nearly blacked out from holding my breath, but finally it was almost over, a few more shudders and then I was done.

“Wow!” said Jess. “That was unbelievable. Did you really just come?”

“Y-yeah,” I managed, gasping out the word.

My eyes were blurry, my heart still pounding, and my clothes and hair were drenched with sweat — but I felt better than I’d ever felt in my life. I loved girls, I loved having sex, and I loved Jessica!

 

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Nora looked at her watch again. It was a quarter to 5:00. All right, she said to herself, I’ll go ahead and leave early today. Starting tomorrow, though, it’s back to work. No more fooling around. I have a career to think about.

She retrieved her suit jacket from the closet in her office and slipped it on. Then, as she was about to pick up her briefcase and head for the door, she felt a buzzing in her pocket. It was her cell phone. A text message from someone.

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