Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

In the midst of my dazed, hazy state of mind, my daughter somehow got me out of the hot tub and into our bed. When I fully returned to myself, Judy was kissing me passionately and our bodies were twined, cunts pressed firmly against each other’s thighs. I could taste my pussy on Judy’s lips, intermingled with her own juices as she licked my mouth and chin.

I loved the urgency of my daughter’s passion, her need for more and greater pleasures — but I also wanted to pause, to savor the moment, to marvel at this unlikely miracle. After years of frustrated desire, my fantasy of sexual intimacy with Judy had come true.

Gently breaking our kiss, I touched her cheek. “Relax, honey,” I murmured, “we’ve got all night and all day tomorrow to make love, if we want to. For now, can you just hold me for awhile?”

Judy had been rubbing her sex against my leg, and now paused in mid-grind. “Oh! Uh, yeah, sure. Sorry, Mom. You kinda made me all crazy hot!” Withdrawing from our embrace, she rolled onto her back, lying beside me. My hand found hers, and our fingers twined together. “I love you, Mom.”

“Love you too, hon.”

“Um, so, Mom… when did you first start feeling this way about me?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, I always thought you were just about the loveliest creature I’d ever seen,” I began, giving her hand a squeeze. “Even when you were a little girl, I’d watch you playing, or, I don’t know, just lying on the floor watching TV in your underpants, and it would make me all… light-headed, you might say.”

“Wow… Judy said, clearly awed. “So you think that — maybe, even then…”

I shook my head. “It wasn’t a sexual feeling, honey. Well, no, that’s not right — actually, I’m sure now that it was sexual, only I had no idea at the time. To me it was just part of the love I felt for my baby girl. It wasn’t until you were twelve that I started to… to see that love in a different way.”

“Holy shit — twelve? Okay, now tell me how that happened,” my daughter said, all ears.

Placing a hand on Judy’s tummy, I began to stroke her unimaginably soft skin as my mind drifted back to that particular day. “I’d done a big load of laundry, and was on my way to put the clean towels in the linen closet. Well, the door of your room was open just a bit when I passed by, and I saw you with headphones on, wearing nothing but these cute orange panties, dancing to the music.” Pausing, I closed my eyes, the remembered image of my daughter’s partial nudity still vivid all these years later.

“And that… turned you on?” prompted Judy, eager for more.

“Like you can’t imagine,” I replied. My hand inched downward, a fingertip gently teasing my daughter’s navel. “I’d always thought of you as beautiful, but that was the first time I’d ever seen you as sexy.”

“Hmmmf. I don’t know, Mom. The way I remember it, I was this scrawny stick of a girl — no butt, barely any tits to speak of…”

“Oh, no, honey… believe me, you were exquisite. I thought I might faint, the sight of you made me so hot. Seeing you moving to the beat, those luscious little breasts jiggling, watching that cute butt of yours flex — all I could think of was what it would be like to take you in my arms and kiss you.”

“Kiss me, huh?” Judy cooed. “Sure that’s all you were thinking about?”

“Well, no. There was more. Wanna know what I did then?”

“Sure. Damn, this is some hardcore kink, Mom.”

My fingers were lightly grazing the rise of Judy’s vulva. “I crept back to my room, locked the door behind me. Then I tore off my jeans and panties, fell back on the bed and started mauling my cunt. All the while I was having crazy thoughts about you. Dirty thoughts.”

Firmly grasping my wrist, Judy guided my hand between her thighs, pressing it into the blossoming heat of her sex. “Tell me, Mom,” she panted, “What you were thinking. What you wanted to do to me.”

I eased a finger into my daughter’s vagina, amazed at how hot she was inside. “I’m standing there by the door to your room, seeing you nearly naked, watching you dance — pumping that sexy little ass to music that I can just barely hear through your headphones. My heart is beating like crazy.”

“Mmmmmmyeah,” moaned Judy, her hand resting on mine as I worked that finger in and out of her cunt, then carefully added another.

“So as I’m watching you, this… wild fantasy starts running through my head. I saw myself gently pushing the door open, then coming into your room.”

“What do I do, Mom? Am I all, um, freaked out when I see you?”

“A little startled, at first,” I said. “But when you see me smiling — well, you can’t help but smile back, honey. Then you raise both hands and wiggle your fingers, like you always do when you want a hug.”

“Oh, yeah,” Judy gasped. “God, just — just thinking about you hugging me when I’m p-practically naked…”

“So I take you into my arms,” I continued, “While I hold you, my hands are moving up and down your back, which you really seem to like. My fingers are brushing the top of your panties with each stroke. Then all of a sudden, you tilt your face up to look at mine, and you whisper, ‘I love you, Mommy.’”

Judy’s breathing was growing increasingly ragged. “Ooooohhh, I do love you, Mommy — love you so much, so fucking much!”

In truth, the fantasy of Judy that I masturbated to that day, back when she was only twelve, was a lot less detailed, much more direct. But I embellished the story, spun it out in my imagination, wanting to make my daughter hot as I fingered her. It seemed to be working, too.

“We gaze into each other’s eyes for the longest time. You seem to see something in my expression that surprises you… what can it be, hmmm? Can my little girl see how I feel… can she tell how very much I want her?”

“Oh, Mom… oh, shit, Mom!”

“Slowly, slowly I bring my mouth close to yours… and then we’re kissing. You’re surprised, I can tell that, but you relax into my arms, letting me kiss you.”

“Mmmmyeah, kiss me, Mommy…”

“Then I put my hand on your breast. Oh, my — I can feel your heart beating like crazy, baby girl.” I hadn’t called Judy “baby girl,” in a long, long time, but at that moment, it just seemed right. My fingers continued to move, wiggling around in her vagina.

“Oooooh… oh yes, ohhh…” Judy moaned.

“I catch your nipple between my fingers and give it a little pinch. I guess that feels good, ‘cause you make a little happy sound… and when your lips part, that’s when I slip my tongue into your mouth.”

“Oh, Mommy!” my daughter cried, getting even deeper into my perverted scenario. “Love me, love your little girl — d-do everything to me!”

“You nearly pull away from that first French kiss — but then you just melt into my arms. Pretty soon, you’re kissing me back, letting Mommy suck on that sweet little tongue of yours.”

“Fuck!” Judy hissed, a deep shudder of pleasure shaking her frame.

Gently, carefully, I began to graze my daughter’s clit with the index finger of my free hand. “I could kiss you all day long, honey… but Mommy needs more, a lot more. You give me a pouty look when I pull away, but then I get down on my knees, smiling up at my beautiful little girl. Now you seem a little confused. What’s Mommy gonna do now, huh?”

“Oh, yeah — yeah.” Grown-up Judy wasn’t confused, that was for sure. She knew where this little one-act play was going.

“I reach up and grasp the waistband of your panties, those pretty pumpkin-colored panties, and slowly pull them down. I think that’s when you understand what’s happening — your eyes get really big, and there’s a lovely touch of pink on your cheeks. Yeah, you know what Mommy’s doing. She’s making love to you.”

I was twirling two fingers of my right hand around inside my daughter’s cunt, lightly toying with her clitoris with the index finger of my left. She needed to come, ached to come — but I withheld that longed-for release, determined to make this orgasm one she’d always remember.

“Oooooh… oh, Mommy…”

“Now I’m looking at your pussy, baby girl — oh my goodness, it’s like I’ve never really seen it before. Not like I’m seeing it now.”

“Tell me!” Judy gasped, “tell me, pretty please…”

“You’ve got such a pretty vagina. It’s not exactly a little girl’s slit, not any more… but you’re not quite a woman yet, are you? It’s so rosy and pink, with just a hint of down. I want to touch it, honey, feel how soft your pubes are. Oh, my, look at this — you’re all juicy down there! It’s exciting, isn’t it, Mommy looking at you like this?”

“Yes!” she cried.

“It’s so, so beautiful, and it smells so good… oh, angel, Mommy just has to taste you.”

“Oh, God… oh m-my fucking God…”

“I wrap my arms around you, cupping your precious bottom, and give your pussy a long, slow lick from the bottom to the top — oh, baby girl, you taste incredible…”

Judy threw her head back, her back bowed, a howl of wild abandon wrenching itself from her throat as she came hard. Convulsive jolts of pleasure surged through her body in rapid succession, and she clawed and snatched at the blankets in an animal frenzy.

I continued to work my daughter’s cunt until her choked cry rose to a shriek — then I eased off, bending to give her mound soothing kisses, tenderly caressing it with my mouth as she recovered.

Finally I sat up and looked at her — basking in the moment, feeling completely at peace. I’d satisfied the dark, forbidden hunger that had been lurking inside me for years, and without traumatizing my child in the process. In fact, I’d brought us closer together than ever.

After a moment, Judy’s eyes fluttered open. They met mine, and my baby girl gave me a shy smile. “Hi, Mom.”

I placed my hand on her warm thigh. “Hey, hon.”

“That,” she declared, lost in wonderment, “was the best.” She brushed a few sweaty strands of hair from her forehead, then fixed me with a questioning gaze. “So, Mom…. did you really want to fuck me when I was that young?”

Well, there was no use in lying. Guess I’m outing myself all the way, I thought.

“Yes, I did,” I said, “and ever since, for that matter. You have to understand — I didn’t ask to have those kinds of feelings, Judy. But they were there, and I’ve lived with them for a long time.”

“Wow,” she said. “That’s so, so totally perverted… but I gotta say, it gets me hot!” She extended her hand to me. “C’mere, Mommy… come make out with your little girl.”

With a tiny moan, I slipped into my daughter’s welcoming arms, and we came together in a lover’s kiss.  Judy’s tongue flashed into action first, and I met her passion with my own.

Deep into the night, we made love again and again. My appetite for her seemed boundless. Every lick I took of her pussy was ambrosia, each moan and cry I urged from her a love song.

An eager pupil, Judy quickly became adept in sapphic love, keeping an ear tuned for my own sounds of pleasure as she explored the many ways to satisfy a woman. Her tongue seemed to be made for tasting me, finding the secret spots that made my head spin, my heart race.

I unleashed a voracious young lesbian that night. Judy told me that herself, after I went down on her for the fifth or sixth time. “I’m done with guys, Mom. Not one ever made me feel even close to this good!”

We finally fell asleep in the middle of a slow, contented kiss, savoring the flavor of our cunts on each other’s lips and tongues.

*****

We woke Sunday morning in a tangle of arms and legs, Judy’s lips grazing one of my slightly sore nipples. I stroked her hair and urged her upwards so that she came out of her sleep kissing me.

My hand wandered idly down between her thighs, where I was pleased to find a very wet pussy. “Morning, lover!” I murmured, kissing her gently.

Judy’s eyes widened at the reality of what I said, then she sprouted a big, goofy grin. “Omigod… we are lovers, aren’t we?” she whispered, kissing me back.

“One small but very happy lesbian family!” I replied.

Judy’s face was resting on my breasts, the warmth of her breath stirring a nipple to life. “So, um… this wasn’t just a one night fling, was it, Mom? We can do this again, can’t we?”

I kissed the top of Judy’s head, placing a hand on the rise of her vulva. “Oh yes, sweetheart. Now that I’ve had you, I can’t ever give you up. I’m already hooked on this luscious pussy!”

As if to punctuate my remark, I began to stroke my daughter’s labia with a fingertip, making her whimper ever so slightly. Inspired, I nuzzled her throat, then began to shower her body with kisses, traveling down her lovely form, pausing to bite at her nipples, making Judy cry out in mixed pain and delight.

“Mmmmmyeah,” she purred as I licked a path down her belly, following the fresh scent of new arousal to her shaved pussy. Her hands tangled in my hair, guiding me to her. She shivered as I entered her with my tongue. “Oh my God, I can’t believe my own mother is eating me… that I’m your lover. Oh, Mom… I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

Seeking out the nubbin of Judy’s clitoris, I gave it a tiny nibble. It set her off like a firework. Her fingers clenched in my hair as she thrust her pelvis upwards, grinding my face hard into her bare pussy, flooding my mouth with her cream as she howled, “YES! Oh, God, s-so fucking good, Mom! Oh! OH! I love you!”

Judy was dazed and breathless from her orgasm, but as soon as I raised my face from between her legs, she twisted herself around, shoving me onto my back almost violently in her need to get at my cunt. Her hands firmly gripped my ass as she plunged her face into my wetness.

I was already on the edge, and when Judy’s silken tongue trailed over my clitoris, I simply let everything go in a fevered rush, sobbing with joy as my sweet daughter took me to the peak of ecstasy — and beyond.

We spent awhile just being lazy after that, basking in the warm, blissful aftermath of a good fuck. You’ve heard the joke about the Buddhist who walked up to a hot dog vendor and said, “Make me one with everything,” right? That’s how I felt as my daughter and I lay together — at one with everything.

Once we’d toweled one another dry, it occurred to us both that we were ravenously hungry, so Judy and I made our way to the kitchen, ready to eat something besides pussy.

We whipped up a delicious breakfast, then bolted it down like nobody’s business. Contented and full, we took ourselves back to bed to rest and cuddle — and to talk about our new relationship as lovers.

For my part, even though I’d planned to seduce Judy, I wasn’t prepared for the romantic feelings I now had for my daughter. Honestly, in my helpless lust, I’d not thought beyond this weekend… but now I knew that I wanted us to be a real couple. I’d fallen in love with her — my own child.

Thankfully, Judy felt the very same way. “I guess it’s kinda freaky, having my own mom for a girlfriend, but so what?” she declared. “I love you more than anyone in the world, you’re a beautiful person inside and out, and you’re an incredible fuck. How much more perfect can a lover be?” Then she mockingly furrowed her brow at me. “Wait, though — you won’t ever dump me for some thirteen-year-old girl, will you?”

I felt my cheeks get hot, even though I knew she was joking. “Of course not, hon,” I mumbled, then tried to make a joke of my own. “You won’t get mad at me if I just look at girls, though… right?”

“Huh. You wanna keep checking out those cute underage hotties? Hey, no harm in looking.” Judy fell silent, then suddenly added, “Actually, who knows… I might be checking them out, too.”

That threw me for a loop. “What?”

She noticed my astonishment, then blushed herself. “Well, Mom… the thing is, that little fantasy game we played last night? It really got me excited. I couldn’t stop thinking about me being twelve, and you licking my pussy.” She gave a nervous laugh. “Then I started thinking about what it would be like to fool around with a girl that young myself — and God, I don’t know, Mom, it got me totally worked up! I guess… I, um, might be kinkier than I ever knew.”

I really wanted to pursue this topic, but sensed that my daughter had said as much as she wanted to, at least for the moment.

We nestled together quietly for a few minutes, then Judy spoke. “Mom? Can you tell me about the stuff you did with other women? When was the first time? Was it really good?”

I shared my lesbian history with Judy — that first encounter with Cindy, my cautious immersion into the gay scene, a few of my more memorable sexual experiences. Along the way, I confessed my preference for younger women, and that I occasionally masturbated to fantasies of underage girls.

Even though Judy had just admitted to very similar feelings of her own, I was a little nervous that she might react badly to my secret desires. I needn’t have worried — that lustful fire never left her eyes as she drank in my words. “So hot!” she exclaimed, at least three times.

Once I’d finished, Judy began to speak about her own feelings for women. “I’ve always been kinda attracted to girls, I think,” she told me. “I had a crush on one of my best friends in high school — Monica Green, remember her? Then there was my twelfth grade English teacher, Ms. Cracknell. I used to imagine making out with her after class sometimes. Then there’s Theresa… she’s the one who I’ve thought the most about having sex with. I can’t tell you how many times I fingered myself after seeing her running around our dorm room naked.”

“So, you didn’t ever do anything about these kinds of… attractions?”

She shrugged. “I never had the nerve to make the first move. You know how bashful I can be. Besides, I liked boys more. At least, I thought I did.” Judy went quiet for a few seconds, then spoke. “Say, Mom… do you own any sex toys?”

A small shiver of anticipation spiraled through me. “Yes, I do… why do you ask?” I gave her a wry smile. “As if I didn’t already know, you little minx…”

“Do you have one of those — those penises that you wear around your waist?”

“A strap-on? I do, actually… back at home, anyhow. Hmmm, maybe I should have packed it.”

Judy seized my hand, her eyes aglow. “When we get home, I want you to fuck me, Mom. I want you to put on your cock, lay me down, climb on top of me and fuck me until I scream.” She slipped closer and kissed me hungrily. “God, just the thought of you riding me, taking me… it’s driving me nuts!”

I kissed her back. “Mmmmm, tell me more, sweetheart,” I urged her. “Tell me how it feels.”

She giggled. “Oh, it’s my turn to make up a fantasy, huh?”

“Well, you’re the English lit major, daughter dearest… let’s hear you get creative!”

“Oh, Mom… it’s so big,” whispered Judy, her hand now running along my thigh, pausing to briefly touch my slit. “I can feel it, kinda rubbing against me while we kiss. God, I could just kiss you all night, Mom… but there’s something else I want.”

I moaned in delight as she teased my clit with a finger.

“I don’t even have to ask, Mom — you know I’m ready. You roll me onto my back, then push my legs apart and get between them. I’m pretty wet already, so when you line the tip of it up with my pussy, it just slips right in.”

She punctuated those last words by plunging two fingers into me — for just one brief, tantalizing stroke, then she withdrew. I whimpered.

Her lips brushed my ear. “When you’re all the way inside, your belly pressed to mine… mmm, it feels so incredible, like a piece of star broke off and fell into my body.”

Judy’s palm was pressed against my cunt, stroking it. She kissed me again, her tongue flickering in my mouth.

Taking her hand by the wrist, I pressed two of her fingers back into my dripping hole. “Don’t just tell me, hon,” I panted. “Show me what it feels like to be fucked by your own mother. Think of how amazing it’ll be when you get fucked that way!”

Judy shivered as she kissed me forcefully, three of her fingers slipping roughly into my cunt, making me gasp against her lips. She continued excitedly. “You got me so full inside… so filled up that I’m shivering all over. I feel like if you move even an inch, I’ll explode into tiny little pieces! Then you start to draw back out of me, and it makes my head spin.”

I placed my hand on her pumping wrist. “More, baby… fill me up, too,” I moan.

“Naughty Mommy,” she whispered as she added a fourth finger, working her hand in even deeper. “Then, just as you’re about to pull out completely… you slide your cock all the way back inside me, maybe even deeper than you were before, Mom.” She strokes my face with her free hand. “Then you start pumping me, in and out, in and out, in and out… fucking me, just like I want you to fuck me…”

Judy is working those four fingers in time with her words — in and out, in and out. Suddenly she pauses in mid-stroke, gazing at me expectantly. “More, Mom?” she whispers, eyes wide.

My lips form the word “yes,” but no sound comes out.

She smiles, then continues. “It’s the most wonderful, beautiful thing I can imagine, lying on my bed with my own beautiful mother on top of me, my special, secret lover… and she’s fucking me. Fucking her own daughter.”

And as she spoke these last words, she tucked her thumb into her palm and pushed her entire hand inside me. I screamed as her fist penetrated my cunt.

“You’re riding me hard, Mom, and I love it. My hands are on your ass, and I’m helping you pump  back and forth in me. Then I reach up and pull your face down to mine, so I can kiss you. Mmm, my so sexy Mommy-lover.”

My whole body spasmed as Judy began to fist me for real, ramming her hand inside my vagina up to the wrist. She panted, “Do you like this, Mom… do you like it when I put my hand inside you? Is it getting you off? Are you coming right now? Come for me, Mom… come for me!”

I did, too. I came like a crazed thing, the pleasure raging on and on as Judy’s fist moved in me, pounding my cunt in a frenzy. Through blurred eyes, I could see my daughter’s face radiating excitement, thrilled by this taboo, incestuous passion she’d discovered with me. Her timidity, her inhibitions had burned away in the heat of our lovemaking. This was a new, more confident, lustful Judy… and I loved her. Oh, God, how I loved her.

As my ecstasy peaked, and my consciousness faded to black, I knew that I had found a soulmate — that Judy was equal to the passion and desire that I needed in my life.

*****

Our ride home Monday morning was a happy one, both of us giddy with goofy, lovestruck smiles plastered on our faces.

Suddenly Judy said, “Mom? How do you feel about, um, getting another girl in bed with us?”

Even from my newly sexualized daughter, that surprised me. “A threesome? Interesting, but before we get involved with a third party, I think you and I should explore our relationship for a little longer — say, until this Friday?”

She gave a snort of laughter. “Verrry funny, Mater. I’m serious, though, c’mon… what do you think?”

I turned the idea this way and that in my mind, and decided I liked it. “Sounds good to me, honey. Who were you considering for the job? Your roommate, what’s her name — Teresa?”

“Nope, not her,” Judy frowned, shaking her head. “She’s as straight as it gets. No, I’m talking about a girl who’s, erm, more in line with your tastes. The dangerous kind.”

That had my attention riveted. “Okay… so, who are we talking about here?”

“Sophie Calder,” she murmured.

It took me a moment to place her. “Wait, wait — Sophie, the girl you used to babysit for? Oh, my God — Karen’s daughter!”

“The one and only,” Judy grinned. “She should be about fifteen now. Maybe still fourteen.”

The temptation was there to pull over to the shoulder, park the car and thoroughly interrogate my daughter, but we had many miles to go. “Details, please.”

“She likes girls. Told me so, last time I sat for her.”

“Huh. Just like that, she admitted to being gay?”

Judy nodded. “Yup. Sophie said that she had a big secret to tell me, and that was it. Thing is, she told me that she was especially attracted to older girls. See where I’m going with this…?”

I was amazed. “So was she… flirting with you?”

“Not exactly. More like dropping hints that she’d totally love to find someone to teach her about sex. She didn’t actually ask me if I wanted to go to bed with her, but it was pretty obvious that if I could’ve made a move on her if I’d wanted.”

“But you didn’t.”

“Hey, she was just a kid to me! I wanted to fool around with a girl, yeah, but… I don’t know, the whole idea of sex with a twelve-year-old just seemed weird. Anyhow, I told her I hoped she’d find someone nice to be with, and that was pretty much it.” She sighed, gazing thoughtfully at the landscape, winding slowly past as we sped along the road. “I’ve thought a few times about what would have happened if I’d given her what she wanted. Once or twice I even masturbated, picturing it.”

“And now… you’re seeing her a little differently.”

“Yeah,” Judy replied. “Now, I’m kinda interested.” She paused, pondered. “Summer vacation starts in a few weeks. I just need the chance to hang out with her some, let her know that I’m into girls now.”

“Sounds like a plan — or at least the start of one,” I said approvingly. “How do I fit into this little scheme of yours?”

“Guess I’ll have to scope her out first. If I can get Sophie into the sack, though, I’m sure she’ll be into you joining in. How could she not think you were a total babe?”

I laughed, blushing a bit. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, hon.”

“Meant every word,” she cooed, then huffed impatiently. “Damn, how long till we get home, Mom? I already want to fuck you again.”

“I’m feeling the same way. Unfortunately, it’s another two hours, at least.”

“Crud,” Judy muttered. Suddenly, her face lit up. “I got an idea. Why don’t we pull off on one of these side roads, find a quiet place, and get down and dirty in the car?”

“Oooooh, that’s a bad idea,” I exclaimed, my heartbeat kicking up a notch. “But I must admit, it does sound like a lot of fun.”

“Let’s do it!” my daughter said. “God, Mom, you make my pussy fuckin’ drip.”

We made our way down the road — no longer admiring the view, but seeking a temporary refuge, a place for my daughter and I to indulge in hot, sweaty, juicy incest. The perfect capper to our little getaway.

Best weekend ever, I told myself.

The End… ?