Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tater Tot

Getting Deanna out of the tub and dried off took a little work, since she was sort of in a coma, but I finally got her into bed again. I giggled a little, remembering her talking about me being a sex bandit.

I found Mrs. C in her bedroom, sitting on the bed and waiting. She had such a vulnerable look about her that I understood what Deanna meant about wanting her mom to have time to herself. I walked over and stood above her for a moment, watching as she stared at my pussy.

Reaching out, I stroked her cheek and tilted her head up to face mine. “I know you want to taste me, but you’ll have to earn it.”

She licked her lips and her pupils were big again as she watched me.

Leaning down, I whispered in her ear, “What will you do to get it?”

“Anything,” she said, making me twitch at how it sounded like my mom talking.

Straightening up, I ran a finger through my pussy lips before sliding it into her mouth. Mrs. C closed her eyes and sucked on it, a barely audible moan edging out.

“Do you have a cock?” I asked softly.

When she nodded, I withdrew finger and stepped aside as she stood up and walked over to a dresser. Pulling out the bottom drawer, she reached in with trembling hands and pulled out a strap-on that looked just like the one my mom had.

When she brought it over, I put my hands on Mrs. C’s shoulders and forced her to kneel before saying, “Put it on me.”

The sight of Deanna’s mother on her knees before me had my pussy leaking like a sieve as her shaking hands fastened the toy around my waist. When she was done, she peered up at me, waiting for my next command.

I smiled wickedly and said, “Suck my cock.”

When her lips wrapped around the head, I just about came. Instead, I let out a loud groan as I watched her take the whole thing into her throat. The way Mrs. C pressed the cock against my clit transmitted every movement straight to my pussy.

I put my hand on her head as I watched her working my cock. I was so excited that I was thinking of fucking her mouth instead… but no, I had to have her cunt.

Taking a calming breath, I said, “On the bed, on your back.”

Mrs. C scrambled to lie back, her hands still quivering as she rested them on her belly.

I stood gazing down at her for a moment, admiring how good she looked. “I’m going to fuck you now, Mrs. C,” was all I said.

She sort of half-closed her eyes and let her hands move down to grasp the bed sheets.

I climbed onto the bed, sliding my hands under her legs and pushing them back. When I was over her, I placed her legs on my shoulders and reached down to guide my cock into her pussy.

I leaned forward enough to hold it in place, then put my hands on either side of her head, both her legs on my shoulders.

Staring into her eyes, I said, “Get ready to be fucked, Mrs. C.” Then I slowly pushed in.

She came right there. If I hadn’t been so excited, I might have laughed, because she grabbed me and pulled me to her, causing the cock to enter her a little harder than I’d planned. It just made her crazier, and I’ll be damned if she didn’t scratch my back as well.

I didn’t wait too long to pull out, then thrust back in. That cock was grinding against my clit every time I shoved it into her, making me want to do it harder and harder.

After a couple of minutes, I was bouncing Mrs. C’s ass up and down on the bed, my own excitement making me a little nuts, but she was too gone to do much more than yell and scream, coming again and again.

Then a bit of friction against my clit set me off. I screamed, “Fuck!” as loud as I could when I came — pushing into her as hard and deep as I could, then sort of thrusting in place to grind my clit some more.

We suddenly froze together, our orgasms hitting their peak at the same instant. I soaked Mrs. C down with my juices and she sobbed and moaned my name.

I had just enough energy to pull out and roll off her and onto my back. She just lay there, splayed out, her abused pussy exposed to the world.

Opening my eyes, I saw that Deanna was standing in the door, staring at us, so I slipped the cock off and staggered over her. Now it was my turn to be led to her bed.

When we got to her room, Deanna helped me lie down. She got between my legs and was gently licking me as I fell asleep.

*****

It was a couple of hours when I woke up, alone. I staggered up, feeling a little achy, and took a quick shower. Not sure what was going to happen next, I put on clean panties and running shorts, then topped that with a t-shirt.

It turned out to be a good choice, because Deanna and Mrs. C were wearing the exact same thing.

They were in the kitchen. Mrs. C was at the stove, Deanna grating cheese next to the sink when I walked in. Deanna gave me a bright grin and said, “You fell asleep on me.”

I laughed and gave Mrs. C a kiss on the cheek before walking over to help Deanna, saying, “I seem to remember that happening a lot today.”

Mrs. C actually chuckled at that. Deanna passed me a knife and the cutting board so I could slice up the pepperoni and salami. It looked like we were having pizza.

“What time does your mother get home tomorrow, Amber?” Mrs. C asked.

I grinned and said, “Nine.”

“I’ll give you a ride home so she doesn’t have to make a second trip,” Mrs. C said.

“Thanks,” I told her, “I’m sure she’ll be totally wiped. I’m going to make spaghetti so she doesn’t have to cook. Nothing like yours, Mrs. C, but it’s okay.”

She surprised me by pausing in mid-motion, giving me a soft smile before caressing my cheek, then she turned back to the stove. “Deanna can give you some of our sauce. We made a huge batch and put it in jars last week.”

“Oh, yeah,” Deanna said happily. “Your mom’ll love it!”

“Thanks,” I said. She would, too. Mrs. C was an amazing cook.

When we had all the toppings ready, Deanna gave them to her mom, then pulled me against her for a kiss. I tensed a little, still finding things a little strange, especially since I wasn’t sure what Mrs. C was thinking now.

Deanna giggled, then turned me around to face her mother. “Your turn, Mom.”

Mrs. C leaned in to give me her tongue for a moment, then chuckled before turning back to her work, carefully garnishing the pizza crust with the wheels of pepperoni.

“Um… yeah,” I said slowly.

“My God, girl,” Deanna said with a laugh. “You make me completely insane. I watched you fuck Mom until she screamed… and here you are now, acting all sweet and innocent.”

Mrs. C giggled again, then said, “Screamed and cried, actually. You had me shedding tears of happiness, Amber.”

Deanna gave a contented sigh, then kissed me a couple of times before pushing me into a chair.

“We don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Amber,” Mrs. C said, finishing up at the stove and joining us at the table. “I was a little uncertain about things at first… but like Deanna said, we’re both very happy right now.”

“Oh, yeah,” Deanna said. “Absolutely. You were laughing, Mom. God, it’s been so long since I’ve heard that.”

Mrs. C looked a little wistful, so Deanna quickly added, “No, no, I don’t mean that’s bad. It’s just that you just had so much on your plate Mom — work, cooking, keeping this house, taking care of me. You’re the best, Mom, and I try to help you as much as I can… but you need more than that. You deserve more.”

I could see Mrs. C mulling that over, so I gave Deanna a quick kiss. “That’s really sweet. And yeah, she’s right, Mrs. C. You do deserve more.”

“See,” Deanna said with a giggle. “If a shy, withdrawn, sexually repressed girl like Amber thinks so, it must be true.”

That got both Mrs. C and I laughing.

They really were two of the best people I knew. I laughed more with them than I did the whole rest of the year. Though Mom did make me giggle a lot. Come to think of it, I made her laugh too.

“Huh…” I wondered if we were more alike than I thought.

Mrs. C gave me a questioning look at my distracted state, so I said, “Just realizing how much you guys are like Mom and me. I was thinking how great you guys are and how you take care of each other… then I realized, Mom and I do that too.”

That seemed to give Mrs. C something to think about, but Deanna just prattled on, for ages, it seemed, about everything in the world.

Mrs. C got up to finish the pizza and I caught Deanna looking at her ass. She saw me watching her and shrugged with a grin before saying, “Hey, like you said, it’s a nice ass.”

That got a smile from Mrs. C, obviously catching the gist of the conversation, so I said, “Tastes good, too.”

Deanna broke up, almost falling out of her chair at her mom’s deep blush. A moment later, Mrs. C started laughing herself as she finished putting slices of pizza onto three plates.

“Wow,” Deanna giggled, “that one goes into long-term memory.”

I had to laugh again, and give her another kiss before starting on the pizza.

“Wow,” I said, “this is awesome. Just as yummy as your spaghetti. Are you, like, a chef or something, Mrs. C?”

“Neat, huh?” Deanna said when her mom blushed again. “Everyone loves her cooking. It’s like a magic touch thing. Like instead of a green thumb, she has a sweet pinky, or something.”

I snorted and choked a little on the pizza, then laughed with Mrs. C at Deanna’s silly way with words. You had to love the girl.

Mrs. C seemed really contented the whole time we ate, and Deanna seemed to feed off that somehow. I just watched them both, enjoying their happiness, proud that I’d helped contribute to it in some small way.

When we finished, Mrs. C gathered everything up and put it in the sink before sitting back down with us. I could tell she wanted to talk, and Deanna must have caught it too since she sat quietly for once.

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. C looked at me and said, “If you could have us do anything you wanted, Amber… what would it be?”

That took me by surprise. I was pretty sure that I understood what she was asking, but it wasn’t something you wanted to get wrong. I glanced at Deanna to find her looking at me, then back at Mrs. C.

“I love you guys,” I said slowly, “and don’t want to do anything to mess that up.”

Deanna leaned over and took my hand and said, “Don’t be silly.”

Looking at them, I was pretty sure this wasn’t something Mrs. C had prearranged with Deanna, so it was going to come as a surprise.

I stood up and walked to the counter by the telephone, where there was a writing pad and pencil. Taking it back to the table, I took a single sheet and tore it into six pieces, all about the same size. First I wrote our names on three different pieces, then wrote the numbers one, two and three on the remaining three. Going over to the dish rack, I took a large coffee mug, brought it back and put the numbered bits of paper in it.

Holding it out, I had Mrs. C pick one, then Deanna. I took the last piece for myself.

“My number’s two,” I said, holding up my piece for the others to see.

“Um, I have one,” Deanna said.

Mrs. C gazed at hers. “I’m three.”

Now I put the names in the mug, and we drew again. “If you get your own, name, put it back and take another,” I told them.

This time, I got Deanna, Mrs. C got me, and Deanna got her mom. She was staring at her paper, trembling a little.

Crumpling my piece, I let it fall to the table. “Okay, ladies. This game is a pussy-eating contest. We go in the order of the numbers, and the one who makes her lover come the fastest wins. The slowest gets a spanking and has to do whatever the other two want.”

Deanna nearly sobbed, then held it in as I watched Mrs. C. She was looking at Deanna with a wide-eyed gaze.

“Baby,” she said, in a voice just above a whisper, “is this something you want?”

“Oh, Mom,” Deanna said, her eyes growing moist. “I do… more than anything.”

Turning back to me, Mrs. C nodded slowly. “So do I.”

With a tiny sniffle, Deanna staggered to her feet. I took her in my arms and kissed the dazed girl  until she managed to regain her focus.

“It’s okay,” I said. “There’s nothing bad about being with your mom like this… not if you really love her, and you both want it.”

She nodded hesitantly, but pulled herself together. I turned to where Mrs. C sat, sort of staring at Deanna, waiting for her to make the first move.

Taking both their hands, I led mom and daughter over to the couch, then spread out a blanket over the cushions. I got Mrs. C to stand in front of me and reached around her. Deanna was staring at us, so I said, “Wait. I’m getting her ready for you.”

She jerked out a nod, so I took hold of the hem of Mrs. C’s t-shirt, slowly pulled it up and off, then hugged her from behind. When I cupped Mrs. C’s bare breasts, Deanna’s mouth went slack..

“Kneel in front of her, Deanna,” I said. She went down so quickly that I thought she might be about to faint, but she just stayed there on her knees, hands fluttering around her mother’s legs.

“Unbutton her shorts,” I said, still massaging Mrs. C’s breasts. She let out a long whispery moan when Deanna did what I said.

“Now, Deanna,” I said softly. “Very slowly, very very slowly, pull them down.”

Mrs. C was shivering like she was cold as Deanna began inching her shorts down. She wasn’t wearing panties, and when her pussy came into view, Deanna actually came on the spot. She cried out, then slumped forward, resting her face against her mom’s thigh.

Mrs. C and I watched in awe as Deanna recovered, then got herself together enough to raise her head back up. Taking hold of the waistband of her mother’s shorts, she began to tug them down again, mumbling, “Oh, God. Oh, my God.”

When the shorts were off, I told Mrs, C, “Now step out of them.” She did, then stood there before us, now completely nude. Taking her arm, I led Deanna’s mom back onto the couch and sat her down. She was staring at her daughter, who was staring at her cunt — her very wet, very hungry cunt.

I knelt down next to Deanna. “When I say ‘go’, I want you to get down on your knees and eat your mom’s pussy until she screams.”

“Oh, my God,” Deanna moaned.

I paused just long enough to get mother and daughter totally on edge with lust, then whispered, “Go.”

Deanna was supposed to start licking right then, but maybe she was just too much in love with her mother to rush things. Kneeling between Mrs. C’s legs, Deanna gently placed both hands on her mom’s thighs, just above her knees, still shaking like a leaf.

“Oh, my angel,” Mrs. C whimpered, her eyes glistening with tears.

Bending forward, Deanna began to leave gentle kisses on the inside of her mom’s thighs, getting closer and closer to the sweet spot. Mrs. C was moaning, holding her fist against her mouth. Her moans were getting higher pitched the nearer Deanna got. It was like watching two trains racing toward one another, but in slow motion: you knew when they met, it was going to be huge.

When Deanna’s mouth finally touched her mom’s pussy, it was everything I thought it would be.
Mrs. C cried out loud. Her head was back and her fingers were digging into the cushions as she ground her pussy into her daughter’s face.

Deanna just knelt there, going down on her mom with everything she had. Her face was getting absolutely drenched with Mrs. C’s juices. She was getting off big time on fucking her mother, no doubt — when I stepped back to get a full view of the action, I saw that Deanna’s cunt was so wet that she was actually dripping on the floor. Holy crap! I thought. How long has she been wanting this?

The way she was eating her mom’s pussy, I knew that this wouldn’t last long — and sure enough, Mrs. C was coming like crazy before a minute had passed. She was actually screaming!

It went on for a good thirty seconds or more, and I was about to make Deanna stop before she gave her mother a heart attack, but Mrs. C pushed her away first, moaning, “No, no, stop, baby.”

When they finished, they just sort of oozed together. Mrs. C slumped to one side, so Deanna got her mom’s legs up on the sofa, helping her to lie down, then rested her head on Mrs. C’s tummy.  They nestled together, Deanna smiling as her mom’s hand was lazily caressing her face.

I went into the kitchen and made a couple of drinks, then brought them out and set the glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch. Mrs. C was only about half there, so I sat down next to her and began stroking her face.

Her eyes slowly came open. “Is it like that for you and your mother?” she asked quietly.

That one bounced around in my head for a moment, then I said, “Every time.”

Mrs. C didn’t say anything for a while, then, “How do you make it work?”

“Grades,” I said, “and trust too, I guess. Every Saturday is ‘do anything I want to Mom’ day if I get straight A’s. Tuesday and Thursday night, Mom tells me a sexy story and makes me come. I feel bad sometimes that I can’t do things with her during the week, but it’s important to her that I do a good job in school.”

I thought for a second, then said, “It doesn’t really affect the other times. I love her as Mom. No matter what we do, she’s still my mother. We won’t let that part change.”

Mrs. C smiled at that, then nodded slowly. “Were you going to let me have your sweet pussy tonight, if Deanna hadn’t made love to me?”

I shook my head. “No.”

That got a soft chuckle from her. “When do I get to?”

Putting my finger on her lips, I slowly pushed it in and let her suck on it as I said, “After you give me your ass.”

She closed her eyes and gave a sort of moaning laugh.

Sitting up, Deanna took her mother’s hand. “I love you, Mom. For always.”

“I love you too, baby,” Mrs. C said, and they came together in a tender kiss.

We ended up just going to bed and cuddling the rest of the night. I mean Deanna and I. All of us sort of decided without saying that Mrs. C and Deanna needed to talk about their relationship before having any more sex.

So Mrs. C gave us both goodnight kisses, and we all went to bed.

*****

Deanna was excited and practically skipping around her room the next morning, so I pulled her into the bathroom and ran the tub before sliding in with her.

“Okay, girl,” I said, looking at her sitting naked across from me. “Big new things going on in your home, right?”

When she nodded I continued. “You know that me and Mom have sex.”

When I got another nod, I said “So, no acting weird with your mom. Give her some time to decide how she wants this to work. She’s going to be stressing it for a couple of days, so tell her that you love her, and you’re waiting for her to tell you what’s okay and what’s not.”

Deanna gave me her squinty, thoughtful look, then sighed. “God, I hope she’ll say we can keep doing it.”

I looked down and said quietly, “I’m sorry about… you know… fucking her before you got to.”

Deanna sat quietly for a moment, then slid behind to hug me to her. “Yeah, I thought about that this morning. But if you can’t let your best friend fuck your mom, who else gets to do it?”

Then she burst into giggles, getting me started. She really was the best.

“Anyway,” I finally said, “let her decide, then tell me what you think is okay for us. I’d love to keep doing this with both of you.”

She nodded thoughtfully, then a certain gleam appeared in her eyes. She turned me around and said excitedly, “Hey, does this mean I can do your mom?”

Mrs. C finally came in to see what the craziness was about, but we just kept giggling until she smiled, shrugged and went back to the kitchen.

*****

An hour or so later, Mrs. C gave me a ride home. When we got in her car, I said, “Do you know yet what you’re going to do about you and Deanna?”

She didn’t back out, just sat looking forward for a moment, then said, “Not really, no. I woke up thinking that I was an awful, terrible person. Then I watched you two in the tub and saw how happy Deanna was. Not damaged at all. That was when I realized that, even after what we did, I’m still her mother. It was strange… but I did feel better about things.”

I nodded and said, “It seemed easy for me, but Mom is super smart about stuff, and I think she made all the hard decisions without scaring me, or freaking me out. I think it might help if you could talk to her.”

Mrs. C looked at me for a moment, then back at the road before saying, “It seems a strange thing to talk about.”

I frowned. “My mom is the best person in the world, Mrs. C, and she would never, ever hurt me. Deanna loves you more than anything, and even if you never made love with her again, she still would. Mom told me we could stop anytime I wanted, and it wouldn’t change how she feels about me. It seems kind of mean to talk like you’re ashamed of us.”

She looked at me in a startled way for a moment, then got thoughtful again. I waited, and then she finally said, “I’m sorry. You’re right, Amber, I’m being an ass. Would she really be willing to do that for me, help me work through my feelings for Deanna?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “Mom’s great.”

Mrs. C smiled at that, then said “So next time, do I get to have a taste of your pussy?”

I giggled, but got serious and said, “You have to figure out about you and Deanna first. I told her I was sorry that you and I had fucked already, because I know if it was Mom, I would have wanted to do that before my best friend did. And I know I really, really love fucking Mom in the ass, so I bet Deanna will too.”

Mrs. C blushed brightly, then said, “You’re a girl in a million, Amber. Your mom must really be proud of you.”

That got me blushing then, but I just shrugged. “I don’t know about that, but today is my ‘anything goes’ day, and I want to get back to Mom and do some really naughty things to her.”

Mrs. C was grinning all the way back to my house. She didn’t do anything weird, like kiss me out where everyone could see, but she said, “I’ll call your mom later, and I’ll make sure that Deanna knows by the end of the week. I’m pretty sure that I’ll want to keep making love to her, though.”

I gave her leg a pat. “I think that’s the best way to go, Mrs. C… but then, I know how great it is, being that close to your mother. Thanks for everything,” I said as I opened the car door and got out, already getting wet at the thought of what I would be doing to Mom in a couple of minutes.

The End

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