Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

I was hoping when we got home from dinner that night that my mother might want to have a little excitement with me, or maybe with even with Kate and me together. First, though, she had to take the babysitter home. And by the time she got back, Kate and I were both in our rooms. Molly was already asleep, of course.

Mommy stopped and knocked at my bedroom door, giving me a quick kiss and saying goodnight, and I heard her do the same with Kate. Then she went to her own room.

After deliberating for fifteen minutes or so, I made up my mind. I had something I really needed to talk with her about, and also, I thought, it might just lead to the sort of erotic encounter I was seeking.

“Mom?” I knocked softly on her door.

“Come in, honey.”

She was sitting up in bed with her reading glasses on. Next to her was a stack of folders filled with legal papers, the kind she often would bring home from the office to study at night and on the weekends.

“Oh, are you busy?”

“No, it’s fine,” she said, taking off her glasses and setting down the folder she was holding. She patted a spot on the bed beside her. “Come and sit down, darling girl.”

I smiled and sat next to her. My mom was in a sleeveless baby blue nightgown with a scooped neckline. It was opaque but clearly revealed the shape of her full breasts. I was wearing a big t-shirt and pink bikini panties.

She pushed the papers away and pulled me close, hugging me and kissing my cheek. “Tell me, sweetheart, what’s on your mind?”

I leaned into her, cuddling, feeling happy and loved. She stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. For a minute I just lay there, enjoying the warm intimacy. But I was also delaying the start of what I wanted to ask, because I was unsure of how to begin.

Finally, though, I ventured, “Mommy, I’ve been… there’s something I’ve been thinking about, something sort of, um, hard to talk about…”

“Now, you know you can talk to me about anything, no matter what it is, don’t you?”

I nodded and answered softly, “Yeah.”

She kissed my head again and waited for me to go on.

“So, um, it’s just, um…”

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Why did I find it so difficult to talk about certain things? I tried to start again. “It’s when I, you know, when I, um, when I masturbate…”

I hesitated once more. She waited.

“When I masturbate, I wonder if I should try something. Something I haven’t done before.”

“Yes? And what is that?”

“Well, it’s… you know how sometimes when you masturbate — and other girls I’ve seen too — you know how sometimes you put your finger inside? And you push it in way far?”

“Uh-huh…”

“So, would it be safe for me to try that too? I kind of want to, but I’m afraid it might hurt, or I might do something wrong, or I might, I don’t know, maybe break something.”

My mother chuckled. “Are you talking about your hymen?”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t you know?”

“My hymen? Um, I’ve heard the word, but I don’t know for sure what it means.”

“Well, the hymen is sort of, uh, it’s like a partial covering just inside the entrance of your vagina. You might already have felt it and not even realized it, depending.”

“Okay.”

Then she said, “You haven’t started getting your period yet, right?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so. I figured you would tell me if you had. Probably you will pretty soon, though, maybe within the next year or so. When you do, don’t be afraid. We’ve talked about it before. You know, you’ll see a little blood in your panties.”

“I know.”

“Okay. Anyway, you’ll want to start using a tampon during your period, and at that point we can talk about your hymen some more, because you’ll need to know about it when you’re putting in your tampon.”

“Can’t we talk about it now?” I asked, sitting up to look at her.

“You mean about using tampons, when you get your period?”

“No, I mean about putting my finger inside. You know, when I, when I masturbate.”

“Oh! Yes, certainly we can talk about that now, honey, if you want to.”

“I do,” I nodded.

“Okay, then, what did you want to ask me?” She gazed steadily into my eyes, a gentle smile on her lips. I felt all her love for me and began to melt a little inside, like chocolate in a slowly warming pan. I was getting creamy between my legs.

I licked my lips and said, “Um, I guess… what does, what does it feel like?”

“When you put your finger inside?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” she began, “it feels good, of course. Very good, or otherwise I wouldn’t do it so much.”

My mom winked when she said that, and I giggled.

“You’ll find that it’s soft and warm inside your vagina, Julie, and kind of juicy, especially if you’re very aroused.” She laid her head back on the pillow behind her and closed her eyes. “It’s all so smooth and sensual and pleasurable.”

“Tell me more,” I urged.

“All right… so, let’s see, when I put a finger inside myself, it feels like it’s filling up a place that needs to be filled up… that’s why sometimes I’ll use two fingers instead of one, to fill it up even more.”

“Okay.”

“And then… you’ve seen how I like to, uh, to kind of move my fingers in and out, sliding them in and out of my pussy… then reaching deep inside, very deep, and pressing my fingertips in just the right places. Mmm, it feels, just…”

She paused a moment, as if trying to make up her mind about something. Then she raised her head and looked at me. “Do you, would you like to try it now, sweetie?”

“Try it?”

“Yes, and I can… I can help you,” said my mother, in a husky voice.

I licked my lips. I was feeling very excited, but also a bit nervous. “Okay, but will it, um, is it safe?”

“Sure it is. I’ll show you how.”

My mom got onto her knees, saying, “Let’s get these things out of the way first,” and dropped the stack of folders onto the floor. Then she shifted around on the bed until she was in front of me. She put her hands on my knees and spread my legs apart, letting her fingernails run slowly up the insides of my thighs, driving me crazy with lust. I was sure I was dripping.

Just as her hands almost reached my pussy, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my hot pink bikini panties and started tugging at them. I lifted my bottom and she pulled the panties down my legs. When they were off, she looked inside them.

“No blood yet,” she smiled, “but I think I see something else here.”

She sniffed the crotch of my undies and then kissed the wet spot, leering at me. I was astounded by her brazen sexuality, and also very turned on by it!

“All right now, honey…” My mom stared at my pussy for a moment before her eyes traveled up to my face and then to my t-shirt. “Um, take off your shirt for me.”

I pulled the t-shirt over my head, tossing it aside. I was naked in front of her, a naked 12-year-old girl.

She studied my body — my spread legs, my vulva, my narrow waist, my little tits, my mouth — as she looked at my mouth, my mother licked her lips.

“Julie, you’re so exciting to me,” she breathed, and she leaned forward to kiss me.

I closed my eyes and parted my lips, receiving her kiss. Meanwhile, I was trembling all over. What had she meant when she said she was going to help me, or show me how? Was my mommy going to put her finger inside me??

She kissed me very softly and tenderly on the lips, letting her tongue have just the briefest flirtation with mine, and then sat back again.

Taking a deep breath, my mother said, “Now, sweetie, put your hands between your legs.” As I did, she arranged herself on the bed so she was laying on her stomach with her face only a few inches from my crotch.

“Spread your lips apart,” she instructed. I used my fingers to open my labia.

“A little further. Good, that’s better. Now keep holding your pussy open for me with one hand, and give me your other hand.”

She took the hand I offered, and said, “I’m going to guide your fingers and tell you what you’re touching, okay? So you’ll know exactly what you’re doing the whole time and we can be careful. I promise it won’t hurt.”

I nodded to her, still feeling nervous and yet highly aroused at the same time. “Okay,” I murmured.

“You already know about your labia, of course, and I know you know where your clit is, because I’ve seen you rubbing it plenty of times.” She grinned, and I tried to chuckle in response, but what came out sounded more like a grunt.

“Are you okay, baby?” my mom asked.

“Yeah, I… I’m fine.”

“You just tell me if you want to stop at any point, all right? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I do. I, I really do want to.”

“You’re sure?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay,” she smiled, “so do I. Very much.”

I smiled down at her, trying to calm my jittery nerves, wanting to focus more attention on what she was saying and forget, if I could, about my silly worries.

My mom was still holding my hand in hers. As I watched, she took it into her mouth, sucking on my first three fingers, making them nice and wet.

I loved the feel of my fingers in her mouth, her tongue caressing them. I began to wonder if that’s what it might feel like to have my fingers inside her vagina. And as I thought about that, my fears went away. I was left with an incredible desire for my mother, to have sex with her, to do everything with her, to give myself up completely to her. God, I wanted her so much!

She took my fingers out of her mouth and placed them at the opening of my vagina. Using both of her hands, she positioned my fingers where she wanted them.

“What you’re touching now, baby, that’s your hymen.” She looked up at me. “Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Right here, in the middle,” she moved my fingers slightly, “feel this little hole? That leads to the inside of your vagina.”

“Okay.”

My mom looked up at me again, apparently checking to make sure I wanted to continue. I smiled at her and she smiled too and blew me a little kiss.

“Now, sweetheart, I’ll help you put your finger a little way inside. You’ll be able to push it in without hurting your hymen and move it around some. All right?”

“All right.”

“The more you do that, the more you’ll stretch the hymen, and the deeper you can put your finger in the next time. So if you do it a lot, if you practice a lot — if you masturbate a lot and fuck yourself a lot, making yourself come that way again and again — gradually you’ll be able to put your fingers in even further.”

I thought about my sister Kate, about how I had seen her pressing a finger far up inside herself. I wondered how long she had been doing it that way. Had she started masturbating at a younger age than I did? Had she torn her hymen a long time ago? Or had she just known somehow to be careful and gradually stretch it out?

“So, are you ready to try?” my mother asked.

“Um, yeah, I guess.”

“Are you sure you really want to?”

“Yeah, I — sorry, I really have to stop saying ‘I guess’ all the time when I mean I do. I do want to try it. If you think it won’t hurt too much, that is.”

“No, it won’t hurt. Not if you’re careful. In fact, it should feel very nice.”

My mom lifted my hand to her mouth again, this time sucking on my index finger alone. She looked into my eyes as she caressed my finger with her tongue, and I could tell how much she wanted me.

“Okay, here we go,” she said in a sultry voice. “Start rubbing your clit with your other hand.”

She watched as I did.

“Oh god, Julie, I love seeing you play with yourself that way. It makes me so wet.”

Holding my hand in hers, she placed my index finger at the opening of my vagina and helped me slowly push it in.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the familiar and wonderful sensation from rubbing my clit. I also wanted to concentrate on everything my finger would feel when it went inside me without being distracted by what I could see.

“That’s my girl,” I heard her whisper. She pressed a little on my hand, easing my finger further in.

As she had said, it felt warm and wet inside. It was very tight too, not really an open space at all, like I’d thought it might be. It was more like an envelope, a hot, juicy envelope surrounding my finger. It felt so good.

“Good girl, good little girl… fuck yourself with your finger…”

I could hear my mother whispering, though it seemed it was more to herself than to me. I could also feel movement on the bed, as though she was masturbating while she assisted me.

I didn’t open my eyes. I wanted to focus on how it all felt, to be rubbing my clit and to be putting my finger up inside my cunt. Mmm, it’s so nice. A little deeper now, yes, and even more. Oh my god, why did I ever wait so long to try this?

“Fuck yourself, baby. Fuck yourself.”

The movements on the bed were becoming more exaggerated. I could hear what was happening, that squishy wet slapping sound that meant my mom was fucking her pussy with her fingers very rapidly.

I rubbed my clit faster. I wanted to come. I wanted to come for my mommy while she was watching me. I tried to push my finger inside even further, but then I felt a sort of tugging, and I knew I’d gone as far as I could for now. I wiggled my finger a little and that felt nice. Then I tried pulling it out partway and pushing it back in, and that felt really nice. I did it some more.

“Fuck your pussy, baby girl. Fuck your pussy for Mommy!”

I opened my eyes now and looked at my mom, laying on the bed.

She’d pulled her panties down. They were dangling around one ankle, pretty blue undies that matched her nightie. She had one hand on my thigh, close to my pussy. Her other arm was under her, reaching between her legs. She was staring at my vagina as I moved my finger slowly in and out.

“Mommy,” I breathed, not even loud enough for her to hear.

Then, as I watched, she shifted up a little higher on the bed, until her mouth was right next to my pussy. She stared at my finger a moment longer, and then turned her head to the side and kissed my leg, the tender skin on the inner part of my thigh. It felt so nice and warm and loving. And very arousing.

She kissed me there again, a wet kiss, letting her full lower lip linger on my thigh. I rubbed my clit still faster and pushed my finger up inside my vagina, as deep as I could. My mother’s eyes were fastened on my cunt. Turning her head slightly forward, she kissed me once more, but now her mouth was almost on my pussy, at the point where my leg met my crotch. When she kissed me this time, she used her tongue, licking me.

I started to come.

As I climaxed, my legs suddenly came together. I couldn’t help it, it’s just what happened. I almost always do that when I come. And this time I came really hard.

My thighs pressed together, and my mom’s head was trapped between them. I don’t think she minded, though. I heard her starting to come at the same time as me, heard her panting and moaning, and I felt her tongue licking my fingers, her warm wet tongue on my fingers where I was rubbing my clit and fucking myself. Her tongue may even have slipped between my fingers and licked my pussy too.

I really don’t know for sure… because my orgasm was so strong and my eyes were squeezed shut and I couldn’t think of anything but the blazing burning throbbing heat at my center where my finger was inside me and I could actually feel my cunt clamping down on my finger fuck yes push it deeper oh god I’m coming again don’t stop don’t ever stop watch me Mommy while I come I’m coming for you Mommy watch me Mommy watch me come…

It took a long time for that orgasm to be complete. It was amazing. So fulfilling, and so intense, like my whole body, my whole being was concentrated just in that one spot where I was fucking myself. It seemed to go on forever, and it made me a very happy girl.

I don’t think my mother really licked my pussy that night. Maybe a little bit, but mostly just my fingers. I think so, anyway. Like I said, I’m not sure because I was totally preoccupied with my climax.

When I got my senses back, calming down enough to relax the grip my thighs had on my mom’s head, and then opened up my eyes, I saw her looking at me. She was propped up on her elbows and had a big smile on her face.

“Did you like it, sweetie?” she asked.

“Oh my god, yeah, it was awesome. Now I wanna do it again!” I realized then that my finger was still inside my vagina. I actually pressed it in a little further and wiggled it around. It felt so good.

My mother chuckled, leaning down to kiss me again at that spot just between my leg and my pussy. It made me shiver with desire when she kissed me there.

“I know, honey, it’s very nice. I’m glad you found that out,” she said as she got to her knees. “But it’s getting late, and I think you’d better go back to your own bed now.”

“Oh, Mommy, please, can’t I stay a little longer? Maybe, um, could I maybe sleep here with you?”

“No, lover girl, I don’t want to make a habit of that. As much as I would love it, I just don’t think it’s a very good idea, okay? Not yet.” She patted my leg, encouraging me to get up.

“All right, I guess.” Reluctantly I removed my finger from my pussy. I knew, of course, that as soon as I got to my room I would try it again. I’m sure my mother knew that too. I sucked on my finger and started to leave the bed.

Then she stopped me, taking my hand.

“Sweetheart, before you go, I hope you know that I will always be here for you, and that you can ask me about anything, absolutely anything, any time you want.” She was smiling at me, and I thought I could see tears in her eyes.

“And I… I want to tell you how truly happy I am that you came in here tonight and asked me about, well, what you asked me about. It tells me that…” her voice broke.

My mom put her hands on my shoulders and looked down for a moment, taking a deep breath and composing herself before continuing. “This tells me how much you depend on me, and how much you really trust me…”

I threw my arms around her. “Oh, Mommy, I don’t trust anyone the way I trust you. Not anyone!”

She held me tight, kissing my neck. I pressed myself against her, wanting her to know how much I loved her. We were both crying a little.

Finally she ended the hug, but then she took my face in her hands, looking deeply into my eyes. “Julie, I love you so much. I don’t know if anyone has ever loved anyone as much as I love you.”

My mother kissed me on the lips and held the kiss for a long time. She didn’t use her tongue, but the kiss felt to me like liquid love, like something profound and meaningful was passing from her to me, forming a bond between us. It was so overpowering I almost fainted.

She pulled away and looked into my eyes once more. After a moment or two, she kissed me again, the same way. When she removed her lips from mine the second time, she said, in a shaky whisper, “Soon, darling. Soon, I promise you.”

“Oh, Mommy…” I sighed, feeling lightheaded. I knew I was supposed to get up from her bed and go to my room, but I wasn’t sure I could walk without falling over.

Eventually, though, I managed to find my feet and stumble toward the door. She handed me my t-shirt and panties and said goodnight to me, and I’m sure I made some response, but I have no idea what it might have been.

When I got to my room I fell naked into my bed. I’d originally intended to masturbate again, but for the moment I was so consumed by the intensity of my mother’s love for me, of the certainty I had that she and I were truly in love with each other, that I had no desire for sex, at least not with myself. That may sound weird, but it was how I felt.

I lay there for a long time, not moving, not sleeping, not even really thinking — just completely caught up in a sublime trance of romantic bliss.

I don’t remember falling asleep that night, but I suppose at some point I must have.

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