Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tater Tot

I moaned when I got in the car to see Mom wearing a loose white blouse with no bra, and a short skirt. She gave me that grin she gets when she knows I’m excited.

“It’s Saturday…” she said with a smile.

I was already breathing heavily, staring at her as I tried to decide what I wanted to do. I really wanted to dive across the seat and run my hands and mouth and pussy all over her, fucking, licking, fondling and getting licked at the same time.

I slid in next to her and buckled in with shaking hands, turning towards her as we pulled away. “So, we’re on for today?” I mumbled.

“Anything,” she said in that way that drove me absolutely crazy.

I turned towards her and put a trembling right hand on her thigh, trying to hold myself together. I half-closed my eyes as I reached up to hold her breast, then clenched my body tightly as I pictured myself opening her shirt and sucking on her breast as we drove.

I was squeezing my legs together as I slid my hand in her blouse, letting out a sob of excitement as she once again whispered, “Anything.”

I was actually crying a little when we pulled into the garage. When she popped her seat belt, I grabbed her legs to pull them toward me. I was growling and sobbing as I flipped her skirt up to see her shaved pussy.

I froze as an orgasm tried to swell out of me, but I stayed like that for a moment — then, wrapping my hands around her thighs, I dove into her pussy. I was licking like crazy in seconds, thinking about how it was mine today. I could do this anytime, anywhere.

When she came, I came too, screaming into her pussy as my own spasmed and surged. I was still mumbling and licking when she quietened, and eventually I sat up and pulled away.

Mom was sprawled against the door, her legs up and skirt bunched on her waist. Her eyes were looking very satisfied. I could see her breasts pressing against the shirt and really wanted to feel them.

We managed to get out and into the house and I had to hold her in front of me, groping and squeezing her breasts, thinking about what to do next. God… God, I wanted to do everything.

I realized after a moment that I was grinding my pussy against her ass, and couldn’t stand it anymore. Grabbing her hand I said, “Come on. Now… now, Mom.”

She was laughing a little as I pulled her into her bedroom and pushed her face down on the bed. I moaned at the sight of her ass sticking up, waiting for me, and I had to close my eyes and turn away. I pulled out the bigger dildo, my hands shaking so much I could hardly hold it.

When it was on, I staggered back to the bed and dropped to my knees behind her. I leaned forward and pushed her skirt up, then pushed my face against her ass, my tongue sliding into her crack.

I stayed like that until I could control myself, my hands clenching her cheeks as my tongue pushed into her asshole. I was holding myself together again, grunting at the effort to keep the orgasm back.

I hated that I couldn’t last longer. I’d have so many things I wanted to do, then end up having a couple of overwhelming orgasms and pass out.

Raising my face up slowly, I sort of crawled up her back, balancing myself between lust and control. When I was breathing into her ear, I reached back to put the cock against her pussy.

She said, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”

Damn her, she knew what that did to me. I screamed “No!” again as I came, feeling the juices against my own hand where it was clutching the cock. I collapsed against her back, whimpering as I sort of humped against her. The way my pussy spasmed was almost painful sometimes, my ass clenching as I seemed to be pushing my whole body out of my cunt.

I was really panting against her now, a little tired and dazed. I groaned and wiped some drool off my lips as I reached down again to put the cock back into place.

As I pushed it in, to the sound of her loud moan, I said, “I’m going to fuck you, Mom.”

Then I did. I started slowly, but quickly built up speed. After a minute or so, I leaned up and put my hands on her hips, watching as my cock slipped in and out of her pussy.

I realized after a moment that I was staring, mumbling some weird shit. I shook my head and gave a growl as I reached up to grab her hair. I tried to remember to not be too rough, but it was hard. I wanted to pummel her, drag her down and rape her, use her until she screamed. Mine to use. Anything.

I was screaming “Anything!” as I slammed my hips into hers, then just screamed as she came, bending her head back farther and thrashing against me. I totally exploded out of my own pussy. I saw everything turn white as my whole body pulsed with incredible pleasure, so intense it was painful in some way.

When I came around, Mom was looking down at me, her eyes a little worried, but she smiled when I mumbled, “What… what happened?”

She leaned down to lick my lips until I focused on her, then she said, “You had the world’s strongest orgasm, baby.” Her fingers pushed the hair out of my eyes as she looked at me with envy and said, “God, I wish I came like that.”

I forced myself to move, afraid I would fall asleep and miss the whole day. She smiled that smile that said she knew what I was thinking and helped me sit up.

We stumbled to the shower, my second that day, and washed ourselves off. Then we got dressed. It was weird, but it made me hotter for Mom to have clothes on than to be naked. I knew she would have an explanation, but I wasn’t really interested in why.

She put on a t-shirt and tight little running shorts, and those white socks. I groaned when she walked into the kitchen wearing them, which made her giggle. It honestly made her happy, I think, how excited I got looking at her.

Then again, I couldn’t imagine anyone not getting excited over her. God, she looked good. Her ass was to die for, and she had a flat stomach and tight, mid-sized breasts… uh, yeah.

I didn’t say anything while we had a salad lunch, getting into kind of a daze as she moved around, then sat across from me.

“How was the night at Deanna’s?”

Yeah, I’d forgotten about that. She would probably get a kick out of hearing about it, but I wanted to tell her in just the right way.

I stood up and said, “Let’s go to the living room and I’ll tell you.”

She laughed at my look, then walked ahead of me, giving her ass a little extra sway, making me get wet as I thought about it.

When we got to the living room, I sat on the couch and had her stand in front of me, her shorts hiding her sweet pussy and ass. I was breathing heavily as I reached up and put my hands on the top of those shorts. She was looking down at me, her mouth open slightly as she panted a little in excitement.

I gently slid her shorts down until they were bunched just below her pussy. The sight of her standing there with her shorts pulled down like that made me moan with need.

Oh, my God, she looked so hot. She looked so innocent, but hot and sexy at the same time. I let a hand slide around and slip between the top of the shorts and her ass. I closed my eyes and grunted at the picture I imagined.

I stayed like that for a moment, but it was Mom’s moan that brought me out of it. I took my hands down and patted my lap. It was so freaking hot to see her shuffle around, her pants pulled down and her ass sticking out.

When she laid across my lap I almost came. I would have been so pissed if I had, though. I let my hand rest on her cheeks as I regained my composure.

I stroked her ass for a couple of minutes, then said, “I had a wet dream about you last night, and Deanna realized it. She didn’t know what it was about, but she saw me come.”

My hand rose, then descended with a slap on her tight ass cheeks. She squealed, then panted in excitement. I let my hand stroke her wet pussy every now and then as I talked.

“She’d never had an orgasm and she ended up asking me the same questions I asked you,” I said slowly. “Turns out she has the hots for Ms. Teller, the gym teacher.”

My hand came down with another slap. I squeezed her ass cheek, then let my hand slide down and begin stroking her pussy. She was dripping wet now, making me shake a little with excitement. My hand would touch the bunched up shorts as I stroked Mom’s pussy.

“We talked for quite a while, then she asked if I would show her how to have an orgasm.”

Spank. This time I turned my hand slightly and slipped a finger into her. I began pushing it in and out as I spoke. “I held her like you do me, and told her a story about her and Ms. Teller. She came in just a couple of minutes and squirted all over my hand.”

Spank. Mom gave a soft scream as her buttocks tensed up. When my hand slipped back down, she was really running with juice.

“This morning, she saw my pussy was shaved and asked why.” I shoved a second finger in her and started pumping harder as I said, “I told her it was so people wouldn’t get hair in their teeth.”

Spank. Mom arched up, clenching my finger tightly. I could tell just by the sounds Mom made that she was fighting to hold off an orgasm. I imagined that by then, she knew the sounds I made and what they meant, too.

When I slipped my fingers back in her she made a funny mewing sound sort of like a cat, but her whole body was shaking.

“I told her I had sex with a girl, but not who. She really liked that.” I was pushing into Mom hard and fast, listening to her make panting noises.

When she was reaching a peak I said, “She asked if we could have sex too,” then I gave Mom a good slap on her rock-tight ass.

She came with a yell and some serious juice dripped onto my legs. I slapped her again after a second, getting her to really scream in excitement, then begin to sob as her hips sort of humped against me.

When she’d calmed down, her face lying sideways on the couch, eyes half-closed, I slipped out from under her and looked down at that beautiful ass. It was hanging off the couch, the shorts still pulled down. I dropped to my knees behind her and slipped those shorts down and off. She just lay there, panting like she’d just been running.

When they were off, I knelt to the side of her and stroked her ass for a moment, then leaned in to kiss her cheeks. I eventually let my tongue slide into her crack, then licked her asshole. I brought my hand up and slowly slid a finger into her.

“Oh, God… oh, God, baby,” she muttered.

“What can I do?” I asked softly as I slipped a second finger in her.

“Any… anything,” she moaned just as softly.

My tongue moved back to her asshole and I began pushing it in as my fingers began thrusting faster. When I had my tongue in a little ways, I added a third finger to her pussy, getting her to sob loudly and begin mumbling, “Oh… uh… oh, God… Amber… oh, Jesus,” continuously between gasps and sobs.

I was tongue-fucking her ass when I slipped the fourth finger in, my hand sliding deep into her, making me think I might fit the whole thing inside her pussy one day, but not today.

She was making screeching noises and thrusting her hips back at me as I fucked her with my hand and tongue. When she came, she clamped down hard on my fingers. I let my hand stop and just slowly flex, but kept moving my tongue through her butt crack.

It was one of her best so far. She screamed loudly into the cushion, then again as she threw her head back. She actually gave me a small squirt on the second scream, then just made a continuous series of “uh-uh” sounds as her pussy kept gushing.

She was actually crying softly when I pulled my hand out and slid her up to lie on the couch. I sat on the floor by her head and kissed her softly to see if she was okay. She eventually returned the kisses and said, “Oh, my God, baby, that was so good, so fucking good.”

I giggled at the way she sounded, but moved back to look down at her. I was really hot from the whole thing, but in surprising control for me. I want her ass, I thought, as I looked down at it, but I didn’t… Oh, hell.

I slipped my shorts off and straddled her, pressing my pussy against her sexy ass. Leaning forward, I let myself lie on top of her, then began fucking her from behind with my pussy.

It was only minutes before I was thrusting and grunting, Mom’s body being pushed forward and back as I rode her ass. I pushed up, my hands on her shoulders, my pussy grinding down on her when I came.

I didn’t make a sound as I came across her cheeks, my cum spraying her ass and dripping down to cover her pussy. It was so completely, totally fucking hot that I almost died when I did it.

Mom woke me up when she slid out from under me, then turned to cuddle me close, softly kissing my cheek as she said, “Love you, kiddo.”

She eventually managed to get us both up and into the shower. We were a mess, totally covered in cum. It was amazing how drenched Mom was.

After we dried off we went to lie in bed, but I asked her to put her panties on, and she did with that grin of hers. They looked hot on her, highlighting her ass so well.

I was still drifting from the sex earlier, so I just had her lie next to me so I could fondle her a little as we talked.

“Did you and Deanna end up having sex?” Mom asked, making me smile a little at the thought that she was the one who missed the end of the story this time.

But I nodded and said, “We made out a little, then I gave her head in the shower. We didn’t really have time for anything else.”

We lay there quietly for a little bit as I lightly stroked her stomach, then I said, “She thought she might be gay, because she saw her mom making out with a woman.”

Mom giggled a little at that, then said, “I hope not, because you wouldn’t have a chance, baby.”

I giggled too, then said, “I think her mom was looking at my ass while we were there.”

That got her to turn slightly and give me a “mom” look before asking, “Did it bother you?”

Her tone made me smile a little, because it was so protective. I would never have noticed before how often she did that, but now it was obvious that she was getting the claws out.

She stroked my face lightly as I smiled, but I said, “No. I liked it.” She nodded and pulled me in a little to snuggle.

Eventually I said, “Would it be wrong if I did something with someone older? Is it okay that I’m having sex with Deanna?”

Mom didn’t say anything for a while, then said, “No, nothing is wrong with that. It’s really about why you do it. If you feel threatened or used, then it’s bad.” She looked at me and said, “Please tell me if you ever feel that way with anyone.”

I nodded quickly, so she continued, “Otherwise… as long as you enjoy it, and you’re not hurting someone, it’s fine. You’ll want to be more careful with people your own age than someone older. Teenagers can be cruel, and you don’t want them to decide you’re different enough to attack.”

The thought seemed to bother Mom, because she hugged me a little, then said, “In fact, I guess I would prefer it if you were with older women,” her voice changed a little, and she sounded playful as she said, “but that doesn’t mean I want you out seducing them.”

I giggled at the picture, and she kissed my cheek. “Would it… bother you?” I hesitantly asked.

She turned me to face her and said seriously, “I love you, honey. No matter what, I’ll love you. Even if we stop this, I’ll love you. I promise to never be jealous of your lovers.” Then she got a look and said, “Would it bother you if I did it with another woman?”

I giggled at that and said “No way. You’re hot, Mom. I bet you have sex a lot.”

That got one of her full-out laughs and she did that thing where she kissed all over my face for a while. Then she got a little serious and began really kissing me.

The orgasm was incredible.

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