Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Hangover

By Mommy Janice

I woke, the following morning, to the sound of my sweet daughter’s voice.

“Mommy, Mommy,” Angie proudly exclaimed, “I made you breakfast!”

I peeked from under my covers to see her beaming. Her smile was from ear to ear. She was holding a tray with a bowl of cereal and glass of orange juice. I sat up and put the tray on my lap. She snuggled next to me in bed.

“Mommy, Carol said I should be your special helper today.”

“Why?” I asked. “Why did Carol say that, baby?”

Angie answered, “Carol said you had too much wine last night.”

OMG, did I have wine! My mind began to flood with the memories of the night before. I remembered how Carol dipped her finger into her wine glass and then caressed my six-year-old daughter’s innocent nipples with her wet finger. The vision of Carol’s caresses made me quiver and quake. I remembered how I exploded with a raging orgasm.

My memories were interrupted when Angie said, “Last night, Carol also told me you’d make a lotta trips to the bathroom. She said I didn’t have to worry. That’s what happens after too much wine.”

OMG! TOO MUCH WINE!!!

The volcanic orgasm from last night began to stir. The images of the night before overwhelmed me with love and lust for my darling daughter. I felt searing heat in my sex.

“Sweetie, Mommy needs to go to the bathroom,” I said.

Unable to control my urges, I hurried in and shut the door. Pulling up my nightgown, my finger plunged into my searing pussy. Lust and love spewed from my oozing cunt. Hot lava, exploding in wave after glorious wave of orgasmic bliss, Issued from within me. For the last two years, I had had feelings of love and lust for Angie. Years of repressed feelings were freed.

My heart burst with joy as I imagined Angie’s sweet nipples caressed by Carol. The orgasm dominated me, my mind losing contact with reality. Volcanic eruptions poured from my sex, squirting nectar from my pussy as wave after wave crashed through me. I stuffed a washcloth in my mouth to muffle my screams.

“Angie, I LOVE you!”

Mother and daughter were bound forever together. Even when my body began to give out, the orgasm was relentless. I was having trouble sitting on the toilet. I fell to the floor. Another eruption followed by a moment of calm. I had one last eruption. My eyes filled with tears of joy and forbidden lust. Then, finally, I was free. The volcano rested. It took several minutes to regain my composure.

My sex was matted and sticky with pee and pussy juice, my body drenched with sweat. I needed a shower. Stepping in, it was a relief to feel the warm water cascading over my body. Basking in the feelings of my love for Angie, I caressed my body with scented soap.

My pussy hair was a mess of cum juice, sweat, and pee. This would not do, if there were to be more volcanic orgasms (which I knew there would be). A naughty thought entered my mind. “If I shaved,” I thought, “my pussy would look like my six-year-old daughter’s.”

As I shaved, I saw my pussy emerge. It was just like Angie’s, smooth and soft. Stepping out of the shower, I found a mirror and gazed at my hairless sex. Admiring its similarity with Angie’s pussy, I began to rub myself.

I felt rumblings, another orgasmic wave approached. Images of Angie’s smooth mound filled my head. “Not again,” I whispered. The fiery volcano erupted. I fell to the floor. My pussy was flooded with pulsating warmth. Thoughts of fire and water, love and lust, mother and daughter, filled my mind. My entire being was given over to the volcanic discharge from my cunt.

Finger-fucking myself with shameless abandon, I cried, “Angie, Mommy loves you, Mommy wants to fuck you!”

“Oh my god,” I said to myself, after the orgasm passed. “I can’t believe I really thought that. Mothers don’t have those feelings for their daughters.”

I tried to put the thought out of my mind while I dried, dressing in sweat pants and a zippered sweatshirt. When I finally left the bathroom, Angie was no longer in my bed. I found her in the family room watching cartoons.

“Are you ok?” I asked her.

“I’m fine, Mom. How are you?”

“Too much wine,” I said.

“Carol was right,” she said. “I will be your special helper today. Don’t worry, Mom.”

We made brunch. I was quite hungry and in need of protein. We enjoyed cooking the bacon and eggs together. As we finished eating, Angie told me Candice had phoned earlier. When she handed me the phone number, our fingers touched. I felt a thrill and remembered how sweet it was when Candice nursed her daughter. I decided to call her.

“Hello, Candice, this is Janice. Angie said you called.”

Candice replied, “Yes, I did call. Carol called me earlier this morning and said you might have had too much wine last night, and asked me to check on you.”

I said, “The Russian River wine was good.” I wanted to add, “but Angie was excellent!” but didn’t.

Even though I didn’t say it, Candice knew what I was thinking, I later found out.

“If you want, we could come over and keep company with you and Angie,” Candice offered.

“That’s very kind of you. Yes, please do come over,” I said. Candice ended the conversation with “Ariel and I will be over in an hour or so.”

That gave me just enough time to dry my hair and get the place picked up. Volcanic eruptions cause quite a mess around the house.

Two hours later they arrived. Angie took Ariel, who was also six years old, up to her bedroom to play with her dolls. Candice and I sat on the family room couch.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“A little shaky,” I replied.

“I can imagine you might be confused,” Candice said, with an understanding smile. She continued, “It was after Carol’s first visit to our house that I had many confusing and conflicting feelings.”

I thought to myself how comforting it was to know I was not the only one to have these feelings. “Do you still have them?” I asked.

Candice replied, “I have the feelings, but not the confusion.”

We sat in silence for a while. I was not ready to find out more about myself. I did restart the conversation, but it concerned our children’s schooling, current events, and other non-provocative topics.

Later, we decided to order out for dinner, after which the girls wanted to watch The Little Mermaid. It was Ariel’s favorite, naturally, since she was named after the leading character. About halfway through the movie, Ariel began to unbutton her mother’s blouse. I watched as her delicate little fingers slipped each button through the buttonhole. I felt tingling between my legs. Ariel gently opened the blouse, exposing her mother’s bra and tummy. Candice had much larger breasts than mine.

Ariel looked up at her mother and said, “Mommy, I’m hungry.”

Candice looked lovingly down on her daughter and said, “Do you want candy, sweetie?”

“Yes please, Mommy,” she replied.

Candice was wearing a nursing bra. She unfastened the flap and took out her right breast for Ariel. She squeezed the base of her breast, and then brought it to her daughter’s eager mouth. Ariel latched on and began sucking. Her innocent little body relaxed. She had that lovey-dovey look I had seen before at the group meeting. Candice’s face looked serene.

My sex warmed. The love between mother and daughter was sensual and intimate. I looked down to see my own daughter’s expression. I could tell that she, also, wanted to nurse.

“Darling, do you want to nurse Mommy?” I asked.

She did not answer. Instead, she unzipped my sweatshirt and opened it , like Ariel had done, exposing my naked breasts. I was not wearing a bra. My breasts were much smaller than Candice’s. Nevertheless, my six-year-old daughter was able to latch on and began sucking.

One couch, two moms nursing their daughters. It was a moment of beauty. Our girls fell asleep, still attached to our nipples. Candice and I sat very still, not wanting to disturb our lovely daughters. I reached out and took Candice’s free hand. We sat there, hand in hand, cradling our babies in our arms.

When the movie ended, we sat quietly, not wanting to wake the girls. Also, we were sharing feelings of intimacy, love, and lust. It was incest.

Incest! For the first time, I became aware of my true feelings for Angie. I wanted her. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to be her lover.

Candice whispered in my ear, “You are in love with her, aren’t you?”

My initial reaction was to say, “Yes, I love her.”

But, that was not what Candice said. She said in love. It was only two little letters, but they changed my life. Then, much to my surprise, I said to Candice, “Stay here tonight.” She nodded yes.

I slowly arose, holding Angie in my arms. Candice followed. We quietly took our daughters to Angie’s bedroom. I pulled back the covers and placed her on the bed. Candice gently placed Ariel next to Angie. We undressed them, leaving only their panties on. I pulled up the covers. Then, we stood in the doorway, watching our sleeping babies. It was a beautiful and satisfying moment to see our little daughters sleeping, safe and sound.

“Come with me,” I said, taking Candice’s hand.

I led her into my bedroom. Facing each other, I removed her blouse and bra and she removed my sweatshirt. She put her arms around me, my small nipples nestling into her motherly breasts.

“Angie loves you,” Candice whispered, “and you are in love with Angie.”

“Yes, I am in love with Angie,” I replied.

Candice stepped back, bent down, and slowly removed my sweatpants. Then she put me in bed, laying me on my back. I felt like a child whose mother was putting her to bed. I watched as Candice removed her pants and panties. She slipped in next to me, her hand cupping my sex, waking the volcano deep within my being.

Lava was beginning to ooze from my pussy. It emerged slowly. It was warm and slippery. At first her finger circled my clit. Then she moved it to my entrance.

“Your love for Angie is deep,” she said.

“Yes,” I uttered.

“More than love, you are in love with her.” Candice said.

My cunt erupted. Gooey nectar flowed out of me. She pushed two fingers into my vagina. A primal moan emerged from deep within my being. The orgasm consumed me. I felt the depth of my love for Angie. My feelings for my daughter were named. I was in love with her. Another primal moan emerged. Candice slowly pressed her fingers deeper, and then pumped my cunt.

“Oh god,” I cried, “I love you Angie, love you, love you. I am in love with you, my darling. I am your lover.”

Candice rode the orgasm with me, gently pumping my cunt. I don’t know how long it lasted. When it finally passed, I opened my eyes to see Candice smiling. I smiled back.

“Now, honey, Mommy is going to nurse you to sleep,” she said.

She brought her nipple to me. I latched on and began to coo and moan. I was calm and completely relaxed. She gently caressed my forehead as I drifted off into the lovey-dovey dreamland of sleep.

I awoke the next morning feeling wonderful, amazed at what a good night’s sleep will do for the body and mind. Candice was already up, dressed, and waking Ariel. When they were ready to leave, she came into my room and kissed me goodbye. I smiled and wished her a wonderful day.

That day and the next were filled with work for me and school for Angie. It was Wednesday morning when I began to think about our group meeting. Feelings of sensual love began to fill my mind and body. At the group meeting, I sat next to Candice. Our daughters were quick to nurse, as were many of the other children.

Carol informed the group about our dinner last Saturday and me having too much wine. There was a general chuckle among the mothers. As I soon discovered, Carol had previously had dinner with all the moms and wine was always present.

After the formal part, as usual, the mothers clustered into groups of two or three. I was chatting with Candice and another mom, Zoe. As we were talking, Carol came to us and said, “Janice, Candice, come with me.”

We followed her into the anteroom. As we sat on the couch, Carol locked the door.

“We need a moment of privacy.” Carol said in a tender tone I had not heard before.

“You two have come to a point where you will need to depend on each other. I know you are both in love with your daughters. I know that your daughters love you. But, they have not matured to the point of being in love, which is why you will need to support each other.”

Carol encouraged Candice and me to stand up, and pull each other’s pants and panties down. Her demeanor was soft and caring as she turned us face-to-face, then took my hand and gently placed it on Candice’s labia, doing the same with Candice’s hand on me. She placed her hands on the back of each of our heads and lightly brought our foreheads together.

Delicately, Carol whispered, “When you feel overwhelmed with lust for your daughter, come together as you are right now.”

I quivered and tingled at the thought of being with Angie like this, our foreheads touching. I imagined our foreheads slowly separating in anticipation of the kiss to follow. Our lips, only a breath apart, hesitated, as we bathed in the moment, feeling our mutual anticipation, before slowly joining together in our mother/daughter incestuous kiss. I envisioned the excitement she would feel as she surrendered her lips to mine for the very first time.

“Imagine your hand is touching your daughter’s pussy. Gently work your finger into your imagined daughter’s cunt and lovingly finger-fuck her,” Carol affectionately suggested.

Candice and I pressed our fingers into each other, igniting passion from deep within our bodies.

“Mommy loves you with all my heart and mind and soul,” Candice uttered.

“Angie, I love you!” I cried.

We fell onto the couch, sharing incestuous love for our six-year-old daughters. The orgasms began far down inside us. Rising to the surface, our pussies exploded in orgasmic bliss. Candice’s fingers became Angie’s. I moaned and cried as wave after wave flooded over my body. We kissed, sobbed, licked, and finger-fucked each other until our bodies could take no more. Then, we held each other in a loving embrace, basking in the afterglow. Carol tenderly caressed our necks and shoulders.

“Darlings,” she whispered, sensing the joy of our afterglow.

“Your beautiful daughters will one day be in love with you. Until that glorious day comes, you can comfort each other.”

We smiled at her.

“I will tell you a secret,” she continued. “Both of your daughters have confided to me that they masturbate. They were reluctant to tell you that for fear of disapproval. I reassured them that you would never disapprove of this natural desire. In fact, I told them that their mommies wanted them to masturbate, especially while nursing.”

Carol’s demeanor changed back to that of the matriarch as she said, “Ariel and Angie’s sexual development will soon evolve to masturbating together. They will not masturbate each other, or have sexual feelings for each other. Rather, it will be self-masturbation in the presence of the other. The sexual desire for another will come later.”

With those words, Carol gave Candice and I a parting kiss, then left us to collect ourselves and return to our daughters.

That evening, I nursed Angie as usual, but added a little something extra. While she was nursing, I guided her small hand down between her legs, just as Carol had done with me. As her hand approached the center of our future love, a vision began to form in my mind. I imagined a marriage ceremony, my sex feeling deeply satisfied, as I watched my daughter walk down the aisle to join with me in eternal love.

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