Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another tantalizing treat from my “lost stories” file. This one was, I suspect, meant to be the first of a series, but no second chapter ever appeared. Nonetheless, it works beautifully as a stand-alone tale. As always, I did some fiddling around with the text back in the day — but as I recall, it didn’t need much.

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Emily sat glumly in an overstuffed chair, feeling perfectly foolish. The youngest of the three Blake sisters, she was supposed to be enjoying the first days of her eligibility for courtship with the suitors who had been gathering at the Blake family home, much like the ones who had appeared in previous years to seek out the attentions of her very beautiful elder siblings.

Since her seventeenth birthday two months earlier, the friends of her parents had routinely brought their sons by in order to present them to the Blake’s youngest, most radiant daughter. These young men came bearing gifts, offering compliments to her and gestures of respect to Emily’s parents, Samuel and Catherine.

Emily knew that such moments had been the basis of her upbringing thus far. The manners, the dress, the lessons, the lectures, all strategies used by her father to make her into a wife desirable to the society beaus who had now finally arrived to meet her and woo her. Her sisters, Rachel and Charlotte, had both endured this rite of passage.

However, Emily’s father was beginning to become impatient with his youngest who, nearing seventeen years of age, was running out of worthy suitors and had yet to settle upon a husband.

It all seemed so… wrong to Emily, somehow. The pressure from her father and her dislike of the husbands her sisters had chosen made the young woman incredibly nervous when her time came to sit in the parlour and meet potential husbands. Suddenly she was questioning herself, her every move, as well as the motives and actions of the gentlemen who sat and conversed beside her. Even the rationale of her father became suspect in Emily’s mind. And finally, she didn’t like any of these men. Not in that way.

Her sisters had been interested in young men ever since they became women, but poor Emily had always preferred the company of her female friends, her sisters, even her mother. It was all so damnably unfair. Why must she marry, anyway?

Emily’s nerves forced her to concentrate, just to keep the tea cup from rattling in her hands. The most she could ever manage was a quick and infrequent glance at the gentleman in her company. Many times she could not even remember what she’d spoken of with these men. They never touched her and she never touched them, that much she remembered. She tried to remember to smile, to listen to what they had to say, to come up with witty conversation, but all of that seemed to disappear in a haze of unhappiness and fear. All she could think of was how easy it had seemed for her sisters.

On this particular day, William Broughton had come to pay Emily a visit. It was his first meeting with Emily in such a setting, although the pair had met on occasions throughout their youths in town, at church, and in other public settings. At these times, they had both been accompanied by their parents.

William was nineteen, reasonably handsome, educated, the son of a landowner whose territories included the farm touching the south border of the Blake’s property. He spoke to Emily of the many travels he had already embarked upon as a business representative for his father: France, Wales, Denmark, even once to New York in America. She could only smile and utter mindless things like, “Oh” and “Quite.”

While her father took the elder Broughton on a tour of the mansion’s many rooms, Emily’s mother Catherine remained in the parlour, speaking with William’s mother. She spent much of the visit watching Emily nervously struggle in her seat.

Emily, afraid to even peek at her suitor, stared back at her mother, whose beauty and inner calm gave Emily her only peace during the hours of these visits.

Catherine always seemed to have a knowing, empathetic look in her eyes at those moments… from which Emily sensed that Mother knew how awkward these meetings felt to her. Something in her eyes gave Emily comfort that she was not disappointing her mother, that things would work out for the best. There seemed to be some kind of secret that Catherine knew and Emily was supposed to discover — something that would end this discomfort and misery she felt.

Around the middle of the afternoon, young Broughton had visibly worn himself down trying to make some sort of impression on the Blake girl. All of the parents realized this, and polite gestures were made to insinuate that the visit was over. With a kiss on Emily’s white gloved hand, William took his leave and his parents left behind him, the entire family stepping into their coach. Emily did not come to the door with her parents to watch the carriage depart.

Samuel Blake re-entered the parlour. Embarrassed, Emily could only glance up at her father, then look ashamedly down at the floor. He stood before her, his body very still, the knuckles of his trembling fists whiter than her gloves and his breathing like that of a stallion after a sprint across the estate grounds. He did nothing, only stand there for thirty seconds, then stomp off into the vastness of his house.

As his footsteps grew fainter down the corridor, Emily felt as though something had broken inside of her. Suddenly everything was reeling — her lungs refused to open, knees shivered, her fingertips went numb. Then the entire room seemed to tremble and vibrate. For a moment she saw her mother rush into view just before everything went black.

*****

Emily emerged from her sleep. Peace had replaced her anxiety, and the trembling numbness had diminished to a calming warmth. She opened her eyes to realize, through the faint flicker of a candle at her bedside, that she was in her bedroom. It was now night, and a window was open in the room to let in the soothing breeze of the spring evening.

Emily lay flat on her back, atop the blankets draping her bed. The slight whisper of refreshing wind along the length of her body told her, without looking, that she was naked. This surprised Emily as she never slept in the nude, always wearing her nightgown to bed since she was a very small girl. Aside from when she was bathing, she always wore at least some form of clothing at every point in the day or night. But the night breeze felt good against her bare skin.

After a few seconds, her nudity made her uncomfortable… so Emily sat up in bed, intending to rise and retrieve her nightgown. Upon sitting up, Emily immediately recognized the silhouette of her mother sitting in the old chair against the adjacent wall, next to the vanity mirror. It was from that chair that Catherine Blake had spent so many of her evenings reading to her three daughters. Tonight she had no books and no light to read by. She sat silently, looking straight ahead at her surprised daughter, who covered her nakedness as best she could with the cover on her bed.

Mrs. Blake sat upright in the chair, the blue glow of moonlight tracing the womanly curves of her frame. Catherine’s hair was long, straight, a deep rich brown, pulled back into a bun behind her head.

Her face exuded a silent warmth all her own, yet glowed with a youthful pride. Only among company did she wear make-up, extravagant clothing, or elaborate hairstyles. Emily had always adored her.

As her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she could see a calm but knowing smile on her mother’s face, the same sort of look Catherine always gave Emily during the young girl’s meetings with her suitors.

Still, at this moment, entirely nude in front of her mother but for the blanket she clutched to her body, Emily did feel some kind of embarrassment. She felt more aware of her nakedness than any time since her childhood.

Unlike her older siblings, Emily had not developed the full, fleshy breasts that Rachel and Charlotte inherited from their mother. Nor did she have the overall shapeliness of the other three, their perfectly round hips and firm thighs, their round, curving bottoms. Instead, Emily had always been a lithe, slender girl. The onset of puberty not many years ago had done nothing to give her the womanly body so characteristic of the Blake women. Only her long, plain brown hair bore any resemblance to the physical presence of Catherine.

Seldom had Emily Blake felt so vulnerable as right then. Her mother’s eyes seemed to penetrate through her skin, beneath the bones, into the young girl’s heart. Emily felt as though her mother had discovered a scandalous secret about her, a indiscretion in the past which Emily could not specifically recall but seemed to have always been unconsciously in the back of her mind.

Struggling for words to break the awkward silence, Emily looked toward the open window and muttered ashamedly, “I’ve angered Father again.”

Her mother remained silent.

“It’s not that I am trying to offend him or even those gentlemen, Mother. It’s just… I feel not myself around them, I know not why. That I have so much to live up to in father’s eyes that I am destined to fail.”

“You are,” were the first words from Catherine’s lips.

Emily was taken aback by this. She gazed open-mouthed into her mother’s eyes and still could not get a clear estimation of her meaning. Emily said nothing until Catherine, recognizing her daughter’s uncertainty, spoke once more.

“Your father, like his father before him and his father before him, expects certain things from a young woman such as yourself. You are of the age when he judges that marriage to a worthy suitor should be your primary concern. He expects you, like your sisters, to join in these archaic traditions and become a woman who is acceptable to society. His society.”

“I know, Mother,” Emily murmured. “It is important to become a good wife, a woman a man can be proud to have on his arm. Wives, like Father says, are the base of our society.” Emily recited these words as she had heard them a dozen times from Samuel Blake’s lips.

This is what she felt her parents wanted. Thus Emily was surprised to see an unfamiliar look of disapproval on her mother’s face.

“Samuel’s society is not our society,” Catherine said. She rose from her chair and took one step toward the foot of Emily’s bed, the bottom of the ruffled blue dress brushing softly on the floor.

Puzzled, Emily felt that her mother was testing her with a kind of riddle, for which she could be expected to have no answer.

Her mother’s answer was to turn around, facing the chair, with her back to her daughter. “Emily, could you please help me out of my dress?”

Emily had never done such a thing for her mother before… yet she did not hesitate to crawl up onto her knees, scoot to the edge of the bed, and begin to undo the thin blue strings that tied together the back of her mother’s dress, all the while trying to keep her own nudity covered.

Emily moved her hands to her mother’s shoulders, sliding the dress down the older woman’s arms and torso. With the dress bunched up above her hips, Catherine took it upon herself to remove the rest of the garment. She rolled it down her hips, revealing her shapely buttocks, then let the material fall to her ankles.

Emily wondered why her mother was not wearing the usual undergarments that any woman was expected to wear beneath her clothing; she had never known her mother to do such a thing. From head to feet, Catherine was now bare, with the exception of her shoes, still strapped to her feet.

When she bent over to remove her shoes, Emily observed her mother’s naked body with curious eyes. She wondered why Catherine was undressing, but somewhere in the back of her mind there was the thought, maybe even the desire, that her mother would reveal more about what she meant by “our society.”

Catherine turned around to face her daughter, stepping out of the blue dress which lay vacant on the floor. Now completely nude herself, Catherine’s reached out to pull away the blanket that Emily held over her bare body. This done, she reached out again to draw her unsuspecting 17-year-old daughter into a warm embrace.

Emily was entirely enveloped by her mother’s arms, as if wrapped in a blanket of love. She felt her mother’s breath sweep naturally over her shoulders, like the ocean tide caressing an undiscovered beach. She noticed the amazing heat of her mother’s bosom pressed against her own, flesh against flesh. As Catherine’s hands swept gently up and down Emily’s bare back, the young girl felt an unfamiliar, fluid heat surge through her limbs, her belly, her face and, even stranger, between her legs. Her own arms slowly wrapped themselves around her mother’s naked body, returning her affections. What were these strange feelings coursing through her?

As they embraced, Catherine began to kiss her daughter’s shoulders and run her fingers through Emily’s soft hair. This had never happened before, and Emily froze for a brief moment, not knowing how to respond. But after a few seconds, the girl relaxed amid her mother’s caresses.

While she closed her eyes to savour her mother’s love, Emily heard her whisper, “I can teach you all about who you really are, child. I can show you all the love in the world, and teach you to be a proud woman.”

Emily, drowning in an unfamiliar ecstasy, could only nod her head and breathe a wordless reply of yearning. She wanted… what did she want?

“I can teach you all these things,” continued Catherine. “But,” and she pulled away from Emily now, looking her straight in the eye, a look of seriousness on her face, “you must be mine. You must do as I say and obey my wishes. You must listen to my words and let them guide you, as they did when you were a little girl.” She stroked her daughter’s cheek. “If you will do these things for me, Emily, I will show you love such as you have never imagined.”

It seemed to Emily that she had somehow been longing to hear these words for years. She smiled back at her mother, then brought her hand to her lips and kissed it. “Yes, Mother,” she whispered.

Catherine placed her hands upon Emily’s cheeks and drew her daughter’s face to hers. Their lips touched in a soft kiss, then lingered. Emily suddenly pulled away out of reflex, as if her mouth had touched fire.

And yet those lips returned to the flame of her mother’s love and the two women fell into a long, heartfelt kiss. To Emily, sharing her first romantic kiss with the woman who had raised her, nurtured her, and guided her for so many years, the woman she adored, felt more than appropriate… it felt like destiny.

Emily’s lips parted, and she felt her mother’s tongue pass between them. She did not expect it, but it felt more wonderful than she had ever imagined a kiss could be. Her hips suddenly pressed against her mother’s as a warm wave of passion overwhelmed the young girl.

Emily had never known such excitement. She felt an expanding heat in the pit of her stomach that slowly traveled downward into her vagina, a tingling surge of an arousal she had never before experienced. Without a thought, she returned her mother’s loving kisses with her own tongue… and the pair fell into a heated embrace.

Removing her hands from Emily’s hair, while still kissing her deeply and lovingly, Catherine took hold of her daughter’s wrists and guided the girl’s hands to her own full breasts. Both women moaned into their passionate kiss, their first uttered sounds.

Emily was delighted at the feel of her mother’s breasts, now cupped in her hands. She ran her fingers around them, exploring their natural curves and fullness, her eyes widening as she felt Catherine’s nipples stiffen to her touch.

When Catherine broke off their kissing and lowered her face to Emily’s breasts, the young girl gasped in surprise… then, as she felt her mother take her left nipple into her mouth, she could only whimper “Oh… oh, Mother.”

Catherine teased the pert tip of her daughter’s breast with an eager tongue, licking around the hardening nipple — then took it between her lips to suck.

Emily’s head lolled back, her mouth open as wonderful feelings she had never known possible surged through her body. This was love as she had dreamed it might be… not the hardness she associated with men, not that… but a love that was soft, nurturing. And Emily could think of none better to teach her of this way of loving than her mother. She cradled Catherine’s head to her chest as her mother pleasured her nipples, switching from one to the other.

Finally, Catherine raised her face to Emily’s, her eyes burning with passion… and the young woman threw her arms around her mother, seeking her mouth in a hungry kiss, plunging her tongue between the older woman’s lips.

They kissed for a long, wondrous while… and then Catherine gently broke away from Emily, once again gazing deeply and invitingly into her daughter’s eyes, her breasts heaving with passion. Emily’s blue eyes held a silent question… and then the young girl smiled, knowing she had the permission she desired.

Without a word, still kneeling on the bed, Emily leaned down and pressed her lips against her mother’s right breast. She felt her mother, still standing at the foot of the bed, tremble, a drawn out, heavy breath escaping her mouth.

It was if she had always known how to do this. Fondling Catherine’s naked body everywhere her hands could reach, Emily’s mouth journeyed over to the left breast, this time brushing soft young lips against her mother’s nipple. It became a deep kiss, accompanied by a flick of the tongue. Catherine sighed with pleasure while Emily savoured her first intimacy with a woman.

The taste, the warmth, the texture of her mother’s nipples in her hungry mouth… these were wonders that intoxicated Emily. She pressed her face into Catherine’s breasts, licking them, loving the softness of the woman’s body. Emily became aware of every nerve and sense being stimulated into a new awareness; a hot craving deep inside her that left the young girl lightheaded. Then she felt her mother’s hand on her shoulder.

“Lie down, Emily,” she heard Catherine say.

Emily reluctantly drew away, sliding backward to recline back on the bed, her legs extended out while her arms stretched luxuriously across the mattress. “Oh, Mother,” she sighed happily, “I love you.”

With a knowing smile, Catherine climbed onto the bed, holding herself above her daughter for a moment to study the young girl’s beautiful naked form, and then slowly lowering herself down upon Emily’s body, between her daughter’s thighs. Catherine’s hips began to grind in rhythmic circles against the pelvis of her daughter, who felt the sticky moisture from between Catherine’s legs against her own mound. Mother and daughter kissed for several minutes and held each other close, sighing and breathing heavily in the thrall of their mutual lust.

Then Catherine raised herself slightly and began to nuzzle her way down Emily’s body. She pressed gentle kisses into the softness of her daughter’s neck, and the young girl purred with pleasure. Catherine continued downward, her tongue trailing a wet path to Emily’s girlish breasts and between them. She paused to lavish attention on her daughter’s nipples, licking and lightly biting at each one.

“Oh… oh, Mother,” Emily moaned.

Catherine was now showering kisses on the girl’s warm tummy, pressing her face into the softness of her daughter. She playfully flicked her tongue into Emily’s belly button, making her child gasp in surprise. Then she continued downward, her lips brushing along her daughter’s skin.

And now Emily stared in awe as her mother lay between her thin thighs, her face inches from the young girl’s lightly downed sex, her eyes dancing with excitement. The desire was written on Catherine’s face clearly, for the young girl to see… and the very thought of her beloved mother needing her so very much had Emily on the verge of swooning.

The 36-year-old woman licked her lips as she leaned in close to place a moist kiss upon her daughter’s cunt…

…and Emily whimpered at the unbearably sweet sensation of a warm, loving mouth between her legs. It was impossible, yet so very wonderful… her own mother was kissing her down there. She trembled helplessly at the very thought of it… then she cried out loud, clutching a handful of the bed sheets as Mother’s tongue slid deep into her vagina.

Emily’s legs began to shake, her heartbeat thudding through every inch of her body. This could not be happening, yet it was. Sensations the likes of which she had never known raced through her… and that sweet tingling she had felt between her thighs mere moments ago was fast becoming a fire, a raging inferno.

Her mother was licking her there, a hot tongue sliding up and down her slit, then probing inside. Emily could feel the wetness oozing down into the crack of her arse, felt Catherine’s warm hands on her thighs. Eyes wide, she raised herself onto her shaking elbows, gazing in wonderment at the sight of her own mother, loving her as if the young girl were her wife.

It was then that Catherine’s fiery tongue trailed its way up to the top of Emily’s slit, licking the young girl in a place that had her seeing stars, throwing her head back as a helpless cry escaped her throat… and before she knew it, her mother’s mouth was pressed to that special place, sucking at it gently.

And the world exploded in an incandescent flash of white light. Emily shook and shuddered, out of control as bolts of pleasure sizzled through every inch of her body. A keening sound filled the room… and in this heat of ecstasy, somehow Emily realized that the sound was coming from her own throat.

Eventually, the waves of pure sensation slackened, grew more gentle… her mother continued to kiss and lick between her legs, but more languidly. It was as if Emily was being slowly lowered to the ground from some enormous height. Finally she lay still, heart throbbing, every inch of her body tingling from the aftermath of… what was it? The words didn’t exist in Emily’s world for the gift her mother had just given her. She felt Catherine’s face, resting on her thigh, placing gentle kisses there.

“Mother,” Emily whispered, her heart so full it felt as if she might cry.

Catherine slowly slid up the bed to lie next to her daughter. With a loving smile, she drew the girl into her arms. “Precious child,” she breathed, cradling her daughter close. Emily relaxed into her mother’s warm embrace… then suddenly, Catherine kissed the girl hotly, her tongue plunging into Emily’s mouth.

The kiss tasted different, Emily thought… then her head swam as she realized that her mother was sharing the wetness that coated her lips… the womanly essence that still moistened Emily’s slit. The flavour of it was strange, but wonderful.

Emily responded with a passion that surprised her, wrapping her arms around her mother’s body and hugging her fiercely as she returned Catherine’s kiss, her tongue flashing to life. She licked her mother’s lips, purring as she tasted her own sex.

Catherine gently broke their embrace, then rolled onto her back. Gazing deep into her daughter’s eyes, she spoke. “Now, Emily… I want you to show me what you have just learned.” And she slowly parted her thighs.

The seventeen-year-old girl raised herself up from the bed, kneeling beside her mother, her body already eager for more loving. This time, though, she would be the giver of pleasure…

“Kiss me,” Catherine breathed, and Emily leaned down toward her mother’s inviting mouth, her lips parting eagerly.

She kissed the older woman gently, but with passion, her lips brushing Catherine’s mouth, her tongue shyly exploring. Her mother fell into Emily’s rhythm, and the pace of their lovemaking became soft and slow, while still crackling with intensity. The young girl’s hands began to fondle and caress her mother’s breasts, and she cooed with delight to feel Catherine’s nipples responding to her touch.

It was as if she was born for this, created to make love to women. Emily nibbled lightly at her mother’s lower lip, teasing with the tip of her tongue. She placed a kiss on Catherine’s chin, then trailed her way down her soft neck. Her head swam with excitement, her desire growing stronger by the minute. She hungered for her mother’s soft skin, burned to touch her, to taste her… in all of her seventeen years, Emily had never known herself capable of such passion.

She pressed her face into her mother’s breasts, loving their warmth, their softness. Her tongue emerged to flick lightly at a nipple, and Catherine hummed her approval.

Emily licked, sucked and kissed the full breasts of her mother, light-headed at the scent and sweetness of Catherine’s skin. The older woman was trembling with need as her daughter travelled downward, her girlish mouth leaving a trail of tender kisses along the way. Emily paused to nuzzle her mother’s belly… then she was suddenly transfixed by the sharp, musky aroma of Catherine’s sex. Her heart raced with excitement, knowing that she was the one who filled her mother with such desire. The womanly scent was intoxicating… and Emily realized just how much she wanted, needed to taste the wetness between her mother’s thighs.

She wriggled down yet further, until she lay with Catherine’s knees to either side of her, staring enthralled at the glistening cleft of the woman’s vagina, framed by a generous tuft of curly pubes. It was like a mouth, she decided… an enticing, desirable mouth.

Emily licked her lips, closed her eyes, and leaned in close to take her first lick. She sampled it, relishing the strange but wonderful taste of another woman.

A soft cry burst from Catherine’s mouth as her daughter’s tongue brushed her labia. She had opened her cunt with her fingers to offer Emily everything she had, and the first touch of the girl’s mouth sent a jolt through her legs that shook the mattress.

Emily licked her lips, savouring her mother’s essence. Then she closed her eyes, lowering her face between Catherine’s thighs once more. Slowly her tongue returned to the pink flesh, touching gently at first, as if testing the waters… then Emily pressed her face into the wet pussy before her and licked fervently at her mother’s heat, her tongue lashing at Catherine’s soft, glistening opening. Soon the once unfamiliar taste had become a pleasure, and the girl could feel renewed sensations of sexual hunger pulsing within her own vagina.

But Emily’s own pleasure had to wait — at that moment, her mother came first. She licked and sucked lustily at the beautiful cleft, so open and available for her to explore. Catherine’s cunt was a river, and Emily was thrilled to have her mother’s warm love juices coating her lips, dripping from her chin. A modest and innocent girl in all things, Emily had never even masturbated before… yet somehow, she instinctively knew what to do to bring pleasure to a woman. Her heart throbbed with love for the woman who had given her life, even as she worshiped at the aperture from which she had been born. It seemed so right, somehow.

The pleasures of sexuality and the body had always been off limits to young girls of her upbringing, and she knew little of the erogenous zones of women. But through the gasps and heaving movements of her mother, Emily found a tiny, swelled button of flesh not far above Catherine’s tasty opening.

The first time she let her tongue stray there, Emily felt her mother’s hips shiver rapidly. Briefly returning to lick at Catherine’s sticky labia, Emily decided to try once more at the pink nub above. Again her mother quaked, this time gasping for breath with an audible sigh. Emily stayed there, then, circling Catherine’s swollen clitoris with her tongue in a swirling rhythm that had her mother gasping, shifting her hips, and trembling like a leaf.

Most erotic for Emily was the sound of her mother’s voice panting, rapidly taking in and releasing her breath in the thralls of ecstasy. She felt as if she and her mother had become one being, as the motion of Emily’s lips and tongue, the pulsating of Catherine’s pelvis, and her mother’s frantic exhalations all seemed to move along the same heartbeat-like rhythm toward a magnificent crescendo. Emily held her mother’s hips, her face rolling with them as the two nude women rocked and shook atop the bed sheets.

Suddenly Emily felt Catherine’s body seize up as her pleasure reached an unbearable peak, and the young girl was quick to recognize the same unnamed ecstatic apex she herself had just experienced at the hands of her mother. The older woman’s hips rose from the bed as Catherine’s back bowed, and Emily rose with it, continuing to press her tongue against her mother’s clitoris.

As Catherine cried out loud, shuddering through a long, ecstatic orgasm, her pelvis vibrated with unconscious tremors against her daughter’s face. Emily continued to lick her mother in the same pattern, until a beast-like squeal suddenly escaped from somewhere deep inside of Catherine and burst from her open mouth, a sound Emily had never heard before, but instinctively understood.

Catherine’s hips fell abruptly back onto the bedsheets, her body pulsing with little tremors of pleasure. Still Emily licked lovingly at her mother’s beautiful vagina. Catherine, her body still shivering with the effects of her orgasm, stopped her daughter with a hand on her shoulder.

Emily raised her face to gaze at the flushed, yet still beautiful face of her mother. Catherine ran her trembling fingers through Emily’s hair and, after a pause, drew her daughter into her arms, claiming her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.

As they kissed, Catherine rolled so that she was now on top of her daughter. They writhed and twisted and hugged and entwined for a long, lovely while in each other’s arms. The feel of her mother’s naked body against hers body made Emily tremble with a newly awakened excitement, her legs hooking around her mother’s thighs as if she would draw the woman inside her skin.

Suddenly Catherine lifted her head up to look down at her daughter. Emily’s eyes were half-closed, inebriated with a narcotic sexuality. Her forehead glistened with sweat and her hair spilled across the entirety of her pillow. Her mouth opened and closed with slow, drawn out, wordless breaths that Catherine understood all too well. So it was left to her to speak.

“Do you understand, now, what your true nature really is?” the mother asked, running her left hand gently along the top of Emily’s hair.

“I am your daughter,” replied Emily, “completely and utterly, forever.” She paused and then, looking into her mother’s eyes with a confidence she had not been able to muster since childhood, said, “I love you.”

Emily had said such words to her mother countless time before. Yet this time there was a fuller meaning, a deeper understanding that made them more valuable, like a seed grown into the fully bloomed rose.

Catherine smiled contentedly back. “I love you, too,” she said, and let both her hands slide down the sides of her daughter’s slim, milk-white torso. She could feel the gentle inward curve at the waist and, further down, the gradual expansion of the young girl’s pelvis. She held onto Emily’s hips and, looking into her daughter’s peace-filled eyes, shifted her body to one side and gently turned the girl over, onto her stomach.

Emily allowed her mother to move her body as she pleased, happy to submit to the desires of her parent. At the suggestion of her mother’s hands, the young woman lifted her hips into the air so that her knees were tucked up under her belly… her buttocks raised and spread slightly apart before her mother’s gaze. Emily wrested her elbows and forearms on the pillow beneath her. She had no idea what her mother intended to teach her next, but knew that she never before felt so much trust and love for another person in her young life.

Catherine knelt on the bed, her knees on either side of Emily’s feet. Reaching forward, she ran both hands down the plane of her daughter’s back. The girl’s skin was as smooth as it was pale, unblemished by hardship and glowing with moonlit innocence. Catherine’s hands rounded slowly over the curve of her daughter’s bottom and paused there, then sliding inward to trace the soft, untouched skin between her buttocks.

Emily felt two fingers begin at the base of her spine and slide slowly, sensually down… over the cleft of her anus, then down further to her moist pussy lips. The young woman whimpered as the fingers began to caress; gently at first, then with a steady, purposeful pressure.

As her mother’s fingers parted her outer labia, Emily let her head slump down into the pillow. She had never dared to touch herself in such a way before… and the thrill of sexual awakening echoed through every inch of her skin.

Without a thought, she pushed back with her hips, opened herself wider to her mother’s fondling. Her head buried in the pillow, Emily could not see her mother, but she could feel the moment that Catherine’s finger began to press its way inside her vagina.

A virgin, Emily had never experienced penetration, but she had studied dance and gymnastics from her governess and, as a result, no longer had her maidenhead. Catherine’s fingers, finding no barrier, probed deeper. Emily, long fearful of her first sex with a man, was surprised to feel only increasing pleasure as her vagina was opened by the first intrusion of her mother’s finger.

Having inserted the middle digit of her right hand, Catherine began rotating it in half-circle twists inside the teenager’s vagina, causing her daughter’s body to shudder and arch with each circling of the hand. Emily was quiet, barely breathing, her eyes wide… but Catherine knew this was only a signal of the pleasure the girl was feeling at that moment.

As she slipped a second finger into Emily, Catherine began a pumping in-and-out motion, gradually increasing her speed as she fucked her daughter. With her left hand, Catherine massaged her own pussy, still sticky from the moisture of her daughter’s kisses and her own arousal.

Emily could not believe the dizzying sensations that rushed through her. So much of her body was alive with pleasure that she could feel every erotic detail of the movements and sensations along the interior of her vagina, her mother’s steady strokes continued to in and out of the girl’s petite body.

Catherine wondered if Emily even noticed that she was involuntarily rocking herself back and forth, fucking her mother’s fingers. She thrilled to the signs of impending orgasm in her daughter, watching with satisfaction as she saw the first tremors along Emily’s spine, heard the girl’s instinctive gasps for breath.

Emily’s hips rotated now in a rapid circle, pushing against Catherine’s fingers until they probed her vagina to the hilt. Suddenly the young woman’s legs begin to shake uncontrollably.

And then Emily was climaxing once more, this time with even more intensity than her first. As waves of pure pleasure consumed her, battering her body, she knew only that time had somehow ceased to exist, leaving only these white-hot sensations that she wished might continue forever. She bit into the pillow like an animal, as if natural pleasure had brought out some primal truth, some awakening of a beast inside of herself.

Listening to the pillow-muffled cries of her daughter, Catherine continued to stimulate the inner walls of Emily’s pussy with two fingers as the girl’s orgasm subsided. Her other hand rested between her own legs, massaging her own wet pussy. As Emily’s body relaxed into a peaceful afterglow, Catherine leaned forward, removing her hand from her own pussy… and gently laid her fingers, sticky with her essence, on Emily’s lips.

Emily willingly opened her mouth and eagerly accepted her mother’s fingers, running her tongue up and down them to sample once more the rich flavour of Catherine’s pussy.

Emily rolled over and looked up at the older woman longingly, then reached for Catherine’s hand, drawing her mother into a passionate embrace on top of her body. She wrapped her legs around her mother’s hips, resting her feet against the flesh of her mother’s buttocks.

Catherine gazed deep into her daughter’s eyes, licking her lips. Emily could feel her mother’s hardened nipples brushing her stomach, reawakening her sexual passions. The pair engaged in a long kiss, sighing with each flicker of the tongue and moist sliding of the lips.

In between kisses, Emily moaned, “I love you, Mother… and I want to stay like this forever.” She paused to plunge her tongue into Catherine’s mouth, licking her way around her mother’s lips, then gazed up at the older woman with renewed longing.  “I am yours,” she continued. “You have taught me both true pleasure — and my place in life.”

Catherine kissed Emily again and then, gently pulling away, said, “Tell me more, angel… tell me that you are mine.” The woman’s eyes positively smoldered with hunger; with lust.

“Mother,” whispered Emily, her eyes shining with love, “I am yours completely. Now, nothing can break us apart. My love for you is absolute, and I will never serve another in the way that I serve you. I will do anything you ask of me. Anything.”

“You still have much to learn, Emily,” Catherine replied. “Things which you cannot yet begin to fathom. Do you truly mean that I can ask anything of you?”

Emily’s only response was to hug her mother even tighter, pressing their nude bodies together. “I want to learn more, Mother. I will do whatever you wish, anything to please you, to worship you. Anything.”

At this Catherine rose once more, supporting herself with her arms and letting the ends of her long, brown hair fall fluttering over Emily’s shoulders, gazing very thoughtfully at her daughter. Finally she told the young girl to kneel on the bed. Emily obeyed and watched as her mother positioned herself on all fours, facing away, her arse facing the young woman.

Catherine moved her hands to her bottom and spread her buttocks open, revealing the pink pucker of her anus to her daughter’s view. Emily immediately blushed, looking away. But then, overcome with a mixture of curiosity and desire, the young woman looked again. Between the lovely globes of her mother’s arse, the mysterious cleft looked soft to Emily, almost inviting.

Suddenly Emily became aware, without being told, of what it was her mother desired.

She moved closer, her knees now between Catherine’s feet. Slowly and hesitantly, Emily brought her hand up to her mother’s bottom and pressed her fingers between the shapely buttocks. It was not wet, like the vagina, but still had an appealing warmth. Emily brought her head close and pressed her face between her mother’s cheeks, taking her first lick.

She did not know what to expect and tasted very little… it was how the toast-warm crevice gave under the pressure of her tongue, coupled with the thrill of performing such a perverse act to pleasure her mother, that soon had Emily’s pussy wet again. She licked again and again, with longer strokes each time. Soon she was rolling her tongue in circles around the rim of her mother’s arsehole, noticing that it contracted with each of her mother’s gasps of pleasure.

Catherine pulled her buttocks even further apart, allowing her daughter’s hot mouth to slip even deeper in between… and Emily happily obliged, pressing slightly with her fingers to allow her tongue a brief entry into the pink interior of Catherine’s arse. Her mother moaned, tempting Emily to continue. She pried her mother’s cheeks open even wider, hearing Catherine gasp at the stretching sensation. Emily then pressed her tongue deeper inside, tickling the walls of the rectum with the tip of her tongue. She felt a sudden joy at learning this thrilling new way to serve her mother.

A hand now between her thighs, Catherine was masturbating as her daughter ate her arsehole. Within minutes she had had her first orgasm… and a second buffeted her a mere thirty seconds later. When a third orgasm was completed a few minutes later, Catherine rose onto her knees. She was surprised and pleased to see that Emily did not stop licking, but rather continued to tongue her anus, lost in the thrill of lesbian lovemaking. Finally, she had to turn around to signal Emily to stop.

The daughter remained on all fours, looking up at her mother with a new smile… not one of innocent love, but one of experienced knowledge, someone a step closer to realizing her true worth and desires.

Catherine reached down and drew Emily into her arms. Mother and daughter knelt face to face, their naked bodies pressed closely together. Catherine gave her daughter a loving kiss, tasting her own arsehole on Emily’s lips. “You’re a good girl… and a wonderful lover,” Catherine murmured. “But your lessons are not yet over. It is late, and I must return to my bed chamber before the servants discover me missing and disturb your father.”

Her expression grew serious as she said in a tone of caution, “You must never tell anyone of the pleasures we two share — tonight, or any other. Their society does not accept who we are, and does not allow us to live as we do. In time, my love, you will become a full woman, more of a woman than your sisters could ever be.”

Emily looked confused, not understanding why she must hide the reasons for her happiness from those who care for her. “This is important,” Catherine continued. “Our love depends on this.”

Still confused, but feeling sure of her devotion, Emily replied that she would obey without condition. They shared one last heated kiss before Catherine tucked her daughter into bed.

Emily Blake rose the next morning a deliriously happy woman, passionate and hungry to learn the pleasures of life from the guidance and tutelage of her loving mother — and eager as well to lie naked with her again, exploring the delights of the flesh.

The End