Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Just a quick note: If you haven’t already done so, you might want to read my earlier story, “The Holly and the Ivy,” before reading this one. You’ll see why later…

At 32 years old, Lisa was quite successful. But that was to be expected. Her father had made it clear from the time she was a very young girl, and all through high school and into university, that education and hard work were the keys to wealth, and wealth was the key to happiness. He believed that and therefore she should believe it.

Her mother, on the other hand, was of a different mind. She agreed that education was important, but she also believed that living and loving were equally important. Lisa and her mother were unusually close and had remained so up until the awful day during her 26th year when her parents were taken from her by a man who was too busy texting to notice the red traffic light.

Her father had richly provided for them. They wanted for nothing material. In his own way, he loved them deeply. Sadly for her mother, though, he was sorely lacking in the romance department. After Lisa was born, he spent fewer and fewer nights in the marital bed. It wasn’t that he was cheating on his wife. There were no mistresses except one: his company. The one his own father had started. The one that, once he had matured and proven himself, had been handed over to him. The one that, years before her father intended, now belonged to Lisa.

Lisa’s relationship with her mom had begun to change, for the better, shortly after she turned 9. The child discovered around that age that touching herself in certain spots produced pleasant feelings, and that steadily rubbing those spots with her fingers felt even better. It wasn’t long at all before Lisa was masturbating every chance she could.

She was a playful, curious, inquisitive little girl, the type who loved exploring. Her childhood home was big, and to Lisa, it was massive. Over the years she’d located a multitude of places in the mansion where she could hide away from her nanny or from any of the other staff. Lisa only hid from her mother once and was rewarded with a red bottom for her efforts. She knew better than to try and hide from her father.

One lazy afternoon found 9-year-old Lisa alone in her father’s study. A place she knew she wasn’t supposed to be. That’s what made it so exciting. She loved his study, a high room with floor to ceiling bookshelves and with classical paintings adorning the walls. The scent of pungent cigars permeated carpet and drapes. But what she loved most were the oversized high-backed leather armchairs positioned by the fireplace.

Lisa loved sitting in those chairs. They were so comfy and seemed to envelop her. During the rare occasions when her father would allow her to sit in one while the fire was roaring and he was working at his desk, she felt like the world outside didn’t exist. It would become a memory of her father that would stay with her for the rest of her life.

On this particular day, as she sat in the big chair cross-legged and barefoot with her skirt hiked up to her hips, she was carefully studying one of the paintings. The piece of art, her father had explained to her once, was called ‘Spring’ and was created by a man named Soulacroix.

It depicted a forest green bathed in sunlight. Upon it were four young nymphs, as her father had called them, each with long flowing red hair, dancing around in celebration of the new season. They were all nude and, Lisa noticed, none of them had pubic hair.

As Lisa stared at the painting, she began to get that familiar tingle deep down inside. Her hand soon made its way beneath her skirt and inside her panties, to that special spot in the folds of her cunny. The more she looked at the nudes, the more excited she became, and then she began to wonder what the other women in her life would look like naked. Her fingering quickened as the enticing images flashed through her mind — until an orgasm surged up unannounced and slammed her back into the chair.

Lisa let out a loud squeal as an intense wave of pleasure washed over and through her body. She was completely shocked at how powerful it was. Never in her life had she felt anything so incredible as that orgasm. When she moved her finger she was rewarded with another small, but very pleasurable jolt.

“Oh man!” she gasped. Moving her finger again produced another shock, lesser in strength but just as enjoyable. Then she sat still as her breathing slowed to normal.

“That must have been one hell of an orgasm, sweetie.”

Lisa jumped at the sound. She turned and looked as her mom approached from somewhere behind the chair. The girl’s initial surprise quickly changed to fear from being caught hiding in the study, and also from touching herself that way.

Seeing tears well up in her daughter’s eyes, the woman knelt beside her. “Oh honey, don’t cry. Mommy isn’t mad at you,” Stephanie said, pulling the child into her embrace.

“You’re not?” Lisa sniffed, looking up into her mother’s eyes.

“No, you’ve done nothing wrong. I mean, you really shouldn’t be in here, but what your father doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” Stephanie assured her daughter, kissing her on the forehead.

“Okay, Mommy,” Lisa replied, the corners of her mouth curling into a weak smile as she returned the warm hug.

“Let’s go to your room and have a talk,” Stephanie suggested, helping the little girl to her feet.

As Lisa scooted off the chair and started toward the door, a glint of light from the leather seat caught Stephanie’s eye. Touching the spot with her finger, Stephanie felt the moisture that had been left behind by her daughter. Bringing the finger to her nose, she sniffed it and then smiled knowingly. She followed her beautiful child through the door, licking her finger clean as she went.

Lisa was about to walk into her room when she noticed that her mom had stopped to speak with Maggie, the housekeeper. She watched as Maggie smiled at something her mother had said to her, then turned and walked into the study, cleaning cloth in hand.

The girl sat on her bed and waited for her mom to arrive. When Stephanie entered the room, she closed the door before sitting down beside her daughter. Putting an arm around Lisa, she kissed her on the cheek.

“You are growing up so fast, sweetie. I knew this day would come, but I just didn’t think it would be this soon.” Stephanie began. “Anyway, it’s okay to touch yourself, and rub your pussy —”

“My what?” Lisa interrupted, looking at her mother inquisitively.

“Your cunny,” Stephanie chuckled. “Big girls and women call it a pussy. And now that you know how to give yourself an orgasm, you must be a big girl.”

“Oh,” Lisa replied. “Pussy… I like the sound of it,” she said with a broad grin.

“So, as I was saying,” her mother continued, “it’s okay to play with your pussy. Masturbate is the technical term. Everyone does it. But it’s something you should only do in private, in your bedroom. And most definitely not in your father’s study. Can you imagine the fit he would have if he knew you were coming all over his nice chairs?”

“Yeah, I guess he would get upset.” Lisa paused for a moment. “But what does coming mean?”

“That’s another word for orgasm. You know, that wonderful feeling you get at the end when you masturbate.”

“Oh,” Lisa replied, frowning slightly. Stephanie could all but see the wheels turning in her daughter’s head. “Do you, Mommy?”

“Do I what, sweetie? Masturbate and orgasm?” she asked nonchalantly.

Lisa nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Yes, I do honey,” the woman replied, licking her lips, her cheeks flushing. Unbeknownst to Lisa, this conversation was turning her mother on.

Gently placing a hand on her daughter’s exposed knee, Stephanie asked, “Are your orgasms always as strong as the one you just had in there?”

“No. This was different. It was the first time I ever felt anything like that.”

“Did you do anything different this time? Maybe think about something new?”

“Well, I was looking at that painting of the four naked nymphs,” Lisa began before hesitating. When she saw an encouraging smile on her mother’s face, she went on, “And then I started thinking about people I know, um, naked.”

“Oh? Like who?” Stephanie asked, mildly surprised by this confession.

“Well, there’s my teacher, Ms. Harris. She’s just so beautiful.”

“Yes, she is. Who else did you think about?”

Lisa could feel herself getting warm in the face as well as between her legs. Her mom’s hand was caressing her thigh now, slowly inching up higher, toward her crotch. “And, um, there was Grace and Maggie too,” she said.

Stephanie wasn’t surprised to hear these names. Grace was their cook and Maggie the housekeeper. Both were very pretty, and they were always around the house. Stephanie made it a point when vetting potential employees that they be younger attractive females, though never at the expense of reliable references and good experience.

“Well, I can certainly understand that,” she nodded. Then she asked, “Did you think about Jolene, imagine her being naked?”

Jolene was an absolutely gorgeous 22-year-old college student who was working her way through school by looking out for Lisa full-time during the summer months, and on evenings and weekends during the school year when needed.

Lisa lowered her head at the sound of her nanny’s name. “Well… I mean…”

“What, sweetheart? You can tell me. It’s okay.”

“I’ve seen her naked,” the girl said. Looking up at her mother, she saw a horrified expression cross the woman’s face as it turned a bright red. Lisa didn’t realize that this was out of embarrassment rather than anger.

“I’m sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to. The door was open.” She began to cry again.

“Lisa, honey, no. It’s okay, you did nothing wrong. Just tell me how you happened to see Jolene naked,” Stephanie said in a calm, soothing voice as she hugged the child. She was sure she already knew the answer before Lisa even explained.

“I saw y-y-you and Jolene in her room,” Lisa admitted, gulping back sobs. “You w-were licking her, down there.” She still felt she had done a terrible thing.

Lisa didn’t say anything more after that, and just let her mother hold her and pet her as the woman collected her thoughts.

“What did you think when you saw that?” Stephanie finally asked. “Did it upset you? Are you mad at Mommy now?”

Lisa looked up and saw that her mom’s eyes were moist too. “No, Mommy! I love you. I’m not mad. I… I liked seeing you do that.”

The girl watched as a smile stole across her mother’s face, then she said, “It kind of made me get all tingly in my cunn… in my pussy.”

“I see,” Stephanie nodded. “Do you know why I was licking her that way?”

Lisa thought about it for a minute. She recalled the amazing, unforgettable image of the beautiful young woman lying naked on the bed, her legs spread wide apart. Her mother, also naked, was on her belly with her face hovering over Jolene’s neatly trimmed pussy. Lisa had stood at the side of the door and watched, almost in a trance, as her mom’s tongue lapped at the woman, causing her to moan in pleasure.

“Well, I guess it was to make Jolene feel really good,” the child answered.

“That’s right,” her mother said, in a quiet voice. Lisa noticed that her mom crossed her legs then and squeezed them together.

They sat silently for another few moments.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Would you lick my pussy?”

For Stephanie, this was a fantasy come true. Smiling at her daughter, she leaned over and softly kissed her on the lips, then her hand moved farther up her little girl’s thigh until it disappeared under her skirt.

Continue on to Chapter 2